Demeter's Doe does...

A Curiosity Piqued (part 1 of 3)

I'm nervous and Demeter can tell. I feel her crimson eyes watching me but I can't meet her gaze. Not whilst my stomach is churning and my heart is racing. I'm sweating too. Perhaps I should shower?

Oh god, what was I thinking when I agreed to this?

I'm fidgeting. I can't help it. The energy bubbling inside has to come out somehow and if not this way... I dread to think of the alternative.

Pulling at my t-shirt, I shift in the seat. Maybe I should change? Leggings and a t-shirt is hardly the most alluring outfit I could have chosen. Fuck, what the hell was I thinking?

"Enough!" Demeter growls.

Her tone catches me off guard and instinctively my eyes dart to her. Shit, now I can't look away. Her expression is sharp and she looks determined as she strides across to sit next to me. A slender hand reaches out, thumb and forefinger coming to rest momentarily against my chin before sliding up to caress my jaw and cheek.

"Tell me little one, are you doubting yourself or have you changed your mind?"

I try to lower my head only to be held in place by her deceptively strong grip. My reaction is enough of an answer given how well she knows me.

"Sweet little Doe, there isn't a single thing I would change about your physical appearance. You are perfect exactly as you are. I adore every curve, every dimple, every crease, plane and valley of your delectable, luscious body. Your supple skin is a delight to taste, your form so pleasing to the eye that I cannot get enough of it, why do you think I have you naked as often as I do?"

Heat floods my face and I want to hide but she keeps me pinned in place; that captivating, commanding gaze making me dizzy as she sweeps it up and down over me. My skin prickles under the warmth of her stare and suddenly all I can think about is Demeter's head between my thighs.

She leans towards me, her lips ghosting over my face as her hand moves to grip the nape of my neck. Her other hand grabs my knee and slides slowly upwards.

"Just give me the word, Bunny and I'll tell them not to come." Her hot breath puffs against my ear and I can't hold back my reaction to the double entendre. My heart literally skips a beat and my stomach flips.

How does she do this? The noisy chatter in my mind has been wiped out by her husky whisper and there's not a thought in my head, instead I'm fully present in every inch of my electrified body, embarrassingly desperate for more of her attention.

"I can hear them approaching," she tilts her head, peering back into my eyes, "are they welcome?"

"Yes." I breathe out my reply, hypnotized by the seduction of her ethereal expression. Fuck me, I'll never get over how bewitching she is, never not want her.

As if on cue my front door opens. I don't turn to look, I'm too enthralled by the goddess before me to shift my gaze. Instead I watch every micro-expression that dances across her pale, flawless face.

She arches a brow and smirks. "Karsh, Dz, good evening. Bunny?" Her eyes slide back to mine and soften. "This is Karsh."

Following her lead I glance shyly at the male I'd not yet met, stiffening at the intimidating sight of him. He wears a half mask and his black hood is pulled up obscuring most of his face but his eyes... dear god! One is milky white whilst theother is darker than the blackest night. Both radiate a cold, emotionless glare and it has me unconsciously leaning into Demeter.

Everything about him feels wrong. His aloofness, his terrifying aesthetic, the way he's just staring at me... If Demeter and Dz weren't here I'd be sure he was about to slaughter me.