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By the time she pushes him back in the bed, he’s hard, his eyes muzzy with submissive want. She straddles him, and a low growl ekes out of his throat, his eyelashes fluttering.
“Meg…”
“Shut up.” She’s lightly curt, without even a hint of cruelty to it. “Unless I ask you a question, or tell you to beg, I don’t want to hear a word out of you. You understand me, Zagreus?”
A hazy smile tugs his lips. “Yes, Meg.”
Little brat. He never stops grinning, not even while she takes him apart. Tossing her head to make sure her hair stays behind her shoulders, she pushes her hips forward to slide her cunt once against his throbbing length. It sends a thin shudder of pleasure up her spine. “You want to be inside me, Zag?”
“Oh. Gods.” Need makes his eyes wide and helpless. “Yes, Meg, please, please, may I? Please let me—”
“Beg or answer questions, Zag. I didn’t give you permission for the former.”
He groans through gritted teeth. “Please,” he says one more time, pressing his luck. She only rolls her eyes and lifts herself up to sink onto him. He slides in easy, because fuck, she wants this tonight, and he keeps himself from bucking with an effort that has his tongue tucked between his front teeth.
“Good,” she acknowledges coolly, settling in. “Now don’t move.”
He makes a choked sound of surprise. She just raises an eyebrow and slides her fingers over her clit. She holds her hips inexorably still as she works herself. Zagreus watches her with need in his eyes.
“You weren’t behaving yourself earlier, were you?” she asks, fingers dripping. She feels him inside her, and she wants him moving, but he’s been cheeky so far and he needs to pay for it. She gives the barest rock of her hips and he moans. “Were you,” she asks again.
“No, Meg,” he says, voice shaking.
“Regretting that yet?”
He groans. His tongue darts over his lips once. “Not yet, I’d say.”
“Huh.” She tosses her hair and really grinds over him then, a single sinuous movement, and feels his legs quiver beneath her. “Well, your honesty is commendable. Move, Zag.”
Surprise, again, and then his hands are on her waist as he bucks urgently into her. She rides him smoothly, and his eyes burn with want at the sight. Teasingly, she runs her free hand—the one she’s not hovering near her clit, keeping herself on this side of the edge—up her torso to tweak one still-covered nipple. “Hn,” she notes quietly. He whines, which is her cue.
“Stop.”
Her hand comes down one one of his legs to still him and he obeys, but something wild and disbelieving comes into his eyes. “Meg,” he says, incredibly disobediently, “please don’t do this to me.”
She scoffs. “Really?” She slides her fingers through her folds, making a wide V around the base of his cock where it enters her, and he moans.
“No,” he says, frantically, “no, not really, Meg, but—gods, please, you feel so good—”
“Then why the hell aren’t you doing what you’re told?” she asks curtly.
His head falls back against the pillows. “Because I’m an idiot?”
“Clearly.” She strokes herself steadily, sending threads of pleasure down the backs of her legs. “Listen to me, Zagreus. I wanted you to fuck me tonight. I wanted to feel you shoving yourself into me with all the stupid, horny vigor you could manage. But now neither of us can have what we want, can we?”
“Hhhh… I… Meg…”
Damn him. She rubs herself hard, fast, so deep in her need that it aches. “You don’t think that counts as an answer, do you?”
“No—no,” he pants. He makes himself meet her gaze, and the desperation in his eyes sends another shudder through her body. “No, neither of us get what we want and that’s my fault and I’m sorry—”
“Then show it.” Show it, damn you. “Beg, Zagreus. Now.”
His head lolls back in relief. “Yes, please, Meg. Meg, Megaera, please, gods, please let me move, please let me fuck you, I’ll make it so good for you, I swear, Meg please—”
“Go,” she says.
A loud, lewd moan from him, and then as she puts both her hands behind her on his thighs he begins fucking up into her. She lets out a sound of her own, from the back of her throat, and lets her eyes fall half-closed. His unsteady, forceful rhythm jolts her whole body, and she feels herself nearly there—
“Stop, Zag.”
He almost screams his frustration, but he stills himself. He’s shaking beneath her. He doesn’t say a word.
“You close, Zag?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice strained.
“You know you’re not allowed to come until I do.”
“Yes, Meg.”
“And certainly not inside me.”
“Yes, Meg,” he whimpers.
“Then finish me off, Zagreus, and then we’ll see what you get in return. Move.”
His hands are on her hips again, gripping tight, far tighter than she’d allow if it weren’t an obvious sign of his desperation. He fucks up into her gracelessly, eagerly, and Fates damn it all she wants it now. Her fingers come back to her clit and she moves them in fast, vicious circles until release climbs up her spine and down her legs and bursts over her like a douse of cold water. She growls as it takes her, as pleasure pulses through her, as Zagreus watches her with awe and envy on his face.
She pulls off of him a moment later, rubs her thighs absently, tucks her hair behind her shoulders with the hand that isn’t sticky with her own arousal. “Come, Zag,” she says, almost offhand, and he makes a surprised sound that turns strangled then and she watches him come across his stomach, his hips jerking against the air. He looks at her in disbelief as he comes down. She only smiles thinly at him, satisfied.
“Good little man,” she praises him.
He gives a shaky laugh and lifts one shaky hand to stroke her knee. That silly smile is back on his face again. It lodges into her heart. (It always does.)
“Am I—” He starts a moment later. He’s still catching his breath. “Am I allowed to talk again?”
“Hm. Yes.”
“Then—” He props himself up on his arms. “Thank you, Meg.”
Softly, sardonically, affectionately, she clicks her tongue. “You good?”
“Exceptionally so.” He lets himself flop backwards again.
“Good.”
She’s aching a bit, in the best of ways. Outside this room, there are things that will need her attention still. But she will stay here for now. For just a little longer.