Marble columns the color of moonlit snow rose endlessly into a ceiling lost among drifting constellations. Golden braziers floated without chains, casting warm honeyed light across polished floors. Waterfalls of liquid starlight cascaded silently down distant walls, pooling into reflecting basins where lotus blossoms drifted on surfaces that never rippled. The air smelled of myrrh and ripe figs.
I blinked, disoriented. I was no longer naked.
Instead, I wore a short white toga that felt like it was made out of the finest linen. It was gathering at one shoulder with a golden fibula shaped like a swan in flight, leaving one pec bare. I really did look like a Greek god over here.
Before me, atop a dais made out of onyx, stood Calliope.
She was no longer in the midnight black gown. She wore nothing but silver chains draped elegantly and loosely over her body.
Delicate links of purest silver draped from her throat, crisscrossed between her breasts, circled her narrow waist, and fell in curtains over her hips. Her black, wild curls cascaded unbound to the small of her back.
Her deep blue eyes stared at me from beneath long lashes.
"Mortal," she said, and the single word echoed through the palace like distant thunder. "Kneel."
My knees buckled before I could even think to protest.
I dropped to one knee on the hard, cool marble with my head bowed and heart slamming against my ribs.
Calliope descended the few shallow steps with the grace of a panther. Each footfall rang like a tiny silver bell. She stopped directly before me.
"Look at me," she commanded.
I lifted my gaze.
From here I could see the ridges and swollen areolas of Calliope's dark nipples. The silver curtain between her thighs shifted slightly, revealing the faintest glimpse of smooth, untouched flesh.
"You fought naked in a storm for my approval," she said. "And yet..." She reached down and traced my jaw. "You remain a boy playing at being a god."
I swallowed. "Whatever I need to do... to win your favor and to protect us against the Salt King."
Her lips curved into a slight smile.
"I am Calliope. No man has ever entered me, and yet my domain is out of the league of every Sugar Baby you've ever fucked." She tilted my chin higher with one finger. "Why do you think that is?"
I blushed. "I mean, you're a virgin, aren't you? I'm sure there are many men who would pay to—"
She slapped me abruptly across the face.
"Men do not pay me. They beg. They crawl. They offer their souls, their kingdoms, their firstborn children, and then I determine how appreciative I am feeling."
She leaned down until her face was inches from mine.
"I am untouched because I know my virginity is not a commodity to be auctioned. It is a crown."
Her fingers tightened on my chin, forcing my gaze to stay locked with hers.
"Are you going to beg for me, Teddy? Are you going to crawl?"
I thought about it for a few long moments.
"No."
She seemed slightly taken aback. "Excuse me?"
"No," I said. "Listen. You are incredibly gorgeous, and you clearly have no need of any Sugar of mine. And I know time works differently here, but there's a raging lunatic out there who's trying to steal our Mana and possibly take down the Hotel. I'm not sure what his chances are for any of that, but we need to do something soon. I can't do it on my own, you obviously won't do anything on your own, so this is our option: let's do something together."
She stopped talking for a few moments. "You want me to give up my—"
"Stop!" I raised my hand. "Stop thinking about it in terms of what you're going to lose. And start thinking about what you're going to gain."
I opened up my toga and let my thick cock fly.
"Do you want this cock or not!?"
Calliope froze for half a heartbeat.
She lunged.
Her palm slammed against my chest, shoving me flat on my back against the cool onyx. She straddled me in one fluid motion, knees pinning my hips, dripping pussy hovering just above my throbbing cock.
"You think you can command a goddess?" she hissed, voice thick anger and hunger.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft. She stroked once, hard, twisting at the head until pre-cum spilled over her fingers. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean with a filthy moan that echoed through the palace.
Then she dropped.
The swollen head of my cock parted her slick lips, barely an inch inside her pussy. Her virgin walls clamped down. She hissed through clenched teeth, eyes rolling back for a split second before snapping to mine again.
"Feel that?" she panted. "That's what no man has ever had."
She rolled her hips in a slow, tortuous circle, letting me stretch her opening and feel every fluttering inch of her untouched pussy. My hips bucked up instinctively. She slammed a hand on my chest, pinning me down.
"No, Teddy," she breathed. "It's too much."
She lifted almost off and then slammed back down another inch with an ear-splitting moan. Her whole body shuddered, her moan breaking down.
"Fuck—so big—"
She started riding then. It was gentle at first, and then proceeded to hard, greedy bounces that took more of me each time. Silver chains slapped against her bouncing tits and rock-hard nipples. Her raven curls stuck to her sweat-slicked neck.
Every downward stroke forced another filthy sound from her lips.
"Ah—fuck—yes—stretch me—"
Her thighs trembled violently.
"You want it?" she gasped, nails digging into my pecs. "All the way, baby. You want my pussy all the way, baby?"
I flipped us in one savage move. Her back hit the onyx. Legs wrapped around my waist like iron. I drove in deep with slow, deliberate strokes that made her tits bounce and her eyes roll.
"Fuck!"
I fucked her like I hated her. And, to be fair, it was very cathartic giving a good fucking to the woman who humiliated not too long ago, and who treated her virginity like it was the Mona Lisa. I gave her a deep, relentless pounding that had her screaming wordless cries toward the constellations. Her pussy clenched so tight I could barely pull out.
"I'm—gonna—come—" she gasped. "Don't you dare stop—"
Her whole body seized, back bowing off the stone, silver chains snapping taut. Her pussy convulsed and gushed, soaking my cock and balls.
It was the sight and sound and feeling of taking such a pretty brat's virginity and making her cum.
I buried myself to the hilt and erupted.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her virgin womb before spilling out. She kept grinding, kept me moving, slowly, getting every last bit of cum stroked out of my cock.
When it finally ended we laid together. Calliope's chest heaved. Her half-lidded eyes met mine.
"I'm... yours," she whispered.