Chapter 175: First Good Morning [1] [R-18]

Edgar stepped inside his house and closed the door behind him.

The quiet after the long battle felt almost strange.

He climbed the stairs to the second floor, boots soft against the wooden steps.

When he reached Hera’s room he paused for a moment, then pushed the door open.

Hera sat on the edge of her bed, looking out the window at the fading grey light.

Her silver hair fell loosely down her back.

She turned when she heard him enter and gave him a small, tired smile.

"You’re back," she said turning slightly towards him.

Edgar walked closer. "Are you okay?"

"I’m just sleepy," Hera answered. Her voice was soft. "Everything still feels a little unreal."

He sat down on the bed beside her. For a few seconds they simply looked at each other.

The silence between them was comfortable and Hera’s gentle smile returned.

She kept on looking at him as if she was having a hard time believing what had happened.

"I feel so lucky to have met you." She said queitly. "If not for you then maybe I would have been gone by now."

Amon kept his silence as he gently raised his hand to push the hair back.

He looked at her face was threatening to break down.

"Thank you," Hera said quietly. "For saving my life."

Edgar chuckled. "I did what I could to keep you safe. That’s all."

For him, it all started with a thought of returning a favor.

It was hard for Edgar to believe when things escalated so much and now here they were.

Hera leaned in without another word and kissed him.

The kiss started soft. Edgar kissed her back, one hand rising to rest against the side of her neck. Her lips were warm.

After a moment she tilted her head and deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing lightly against his.

Edgar responded in kind. They stayed like that for a long time, trading slow, unhurried kisses while the rest of the world stayed outside the room.

Eventually Hera pulled back. A small smile stayed on her face.

"Wait for me," she said as she pushed aside the blanket and got off the bed.

Edgar blinked, a little confused. "Where are you going?"

She only shook her head and stood up.

He watched her walk to the corner of the room and pick up a small bag he remembered seeing when she had met with Semele earlier.

Without another word she slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Edgar remained sitting on the bed, listening to the quiet sound coming from outside.

He could hear faint sounds from the hallway of clothes changing but nothing more.

Minutes passed as kept on waiting without urging her to speed up.

When the door opened again Hera stepped back inside.

She was wearing a light, almost sheer night lingerie set in soft white.

The thin fabric clung to her body and left very little to the imagination.

The top was a delicate lace bralette that cupped her breasts without fully covering them; the soft curves of her chest rose and fell with her breathing.

The faint outline of her nipples was visible through the material.

The matching bottoms were high-cut, sitting low on her hips and leaving the long line of her legs completely bare.

The fabric was so fine that the soft shadow between her thighs could be seen when she moved.

A clear blush colored her cheeks and the tips of her ears.

She stood just inside the doorway, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"How do I look?" she asked, voice quieter than before.

Edgar’s eyes moved over her slowly. "You look beautiful."

The honest answer made her smile.

Hera walked toward him, the soft fabric whispering with every step, and settled between his legs as he remained seated on the edge of the bed.

She rested her hands on his thighs and looked up at him.

There was a mix of both embarassment and lust that was hard to ignore.

And Edgar who had gone through so much last night needed some rest assured well.

"I learned a few new things," she said. "Would you mind if I helped you feel relaxed."

Edgar said nothing else and just shook his head.

Her fingers moved to the waistband of his pants.

Edgar lifted his hips to help her.

Together they worked the fabric down until his cock sprang free, already half-hard from the sight of her.

Hera wrapped her fingers around the base and leaned forward.

She took him into her mouth slowly, lips stretching around the head.

The wet heat of her tongue slid along the underside as she sank lower.

Edgar’s hand settled lightly on the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there while she worked.

Hera moved with careful attention on her work.

She sucked gently, then more firmly, taking him deeper each time until her nose nearly brushed his stomach.

Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room.

Edgar let out a low breath. "That feels good."

Hera hummed around him in answer, the vibration traveling straight down his cock.

She kept the rhythm steady, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, the other resting on his thigh for balance.

Saliva gathered at the corners of her lips and trailed down his shaft.

She pulled off only long enough to catch her breath, then took him back in, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder.

After a while he reached down and carefully guided her up.

Hera’s lips were shiny and a little swollen. She was breathing faster now.

Edgar kissed her again, tasting himself on her tongue, then guided her onto her back on the bed.

"Didn’t mean to interrupt," Edgar said, voice low. "But with your face giving a blowjob doesn’t look too good."

Hera’s face turned a deeper red, yet she didn’t pull away.

Edgar looked at her for a long second, then gave a small nod. "Why don’t we continue a little more."

Edgar kept on looking at her and Hera looked away in shame.

Edager reached her face and gently tilted her chin up with two fingers so she had to look at him.

"You’re full of surprises tonight," he murmured.

Hera’s breath caught. Edgar leaned down and kissed her again while she still had his cock resting against both her hands.

The kiss was slower than Edgar’s had been going for, it was much more deliberate.

When he pulled back, a thin string of saliva briefly connected their lips.

"Keep going," Edgar told her. "If you want to that is."

Hera returned her mouth to Edgar, taking him deep again like she was waiting for it.

After a moment Edgar moved her up on the bed and made her face him while she kept on working on him.

His hands slid up her bare thighs, pushing the sheer fabric of her lingerie bottoms aside.

Two fingers stroked through her folds and found her already wet.

He pushed those two fingers inside Hera from behind while she continued sucking Edgar.

Hera moaned around the cock in her mouth, the sound muffled and wet.

Edgar curled his fingers and began thrusting them in a steady rhythm, his other hand reaching around to cup one of her breasts through the thin lace.

He squeezed and rubbed the soft flesh, pinching the nipple that strained against the fabric.

Edgar’s breathing grew heavier as he watched her work.

He kept one hand in Hera’s silver hair, guiding her gently while his other hand worked.

The wet sounds of Hera’s mouth and the slick noise of Edgar’s fingers filled the room.

After a while Edgar pulled his fingers out. Hera made a small sound of protest, but he was already helping her move.

Edgar lay back against the pillows and positioned Hera so she straddled Edgar’s hips.

Her looked down and she reached down.

She wrapped her hand around Edgar’s cock, guiding the head to her entrance.

"Sit down on me," Edgar told her, his voice deeper and rough.

Hera lowered herself slowly.

The tight, wet heat of her body welcomed Edgar inch by inch.

A long, shaky breath left her as she sank deeper until she was fully seated, hips pressed flush against his.

Edgar moved up and he kissed the side of her neck while one hand continued playing with her breast. "How does he feel inside you?"

"Full," Hera whispered. "So full..."

Edgar’s hands settled on her waist.

He began to guide Hera in how to move.

Hera began to move as well, rising and falling on Edgar’s cock while his fingers kept teasing her nipples and occasionally sliding down to rub her clit.

Soft moans, wet sounds, and the quiet creak of the bed filled the room as the outside continued to fade.

Edgar kept on making her look at him when she tired to move her eyes away.

"What a shy girl." He said before he grabbed her by her waist.