Gods of Old, Part1: Veles

Chapter 5: Picnic in the park

Veles is simply admiring Ilona, peacefully sleeping on a lounge sofa in his gazebo, hugging a pillow and gently smiling to herself. He wonders what she is dreaming of, as he plays with a lock of her hair.

Where are you? Is Ilona ok? Vesna asks through their mind link. 

In the gazebo on the south side. She is sleeping, she wore herself out. Ilona loves parks, just as much as I do. She was running from three to three asking questions. He sends her a mental picture of a sleeping Ilona.

She looks so happy and relaxed. Don’t hurt her, please.

Not going to happen! I like her too much. Oh, Vesna, can you gather a picnic basket together for us? I don’t want to come back there just yet.

Sure, give me 10 minutes. And when you're done with your picnic, tell Ilona she has 10 missed calls.

Thank you, Vesna. I owe you one. He can’t help himself and smiles.

Just as promised, a picnic basket appears on the table 10 minutes later. Veles pulls it towards him and looks inside. She has really outdone herself for this one, he thinks. Champagne and strawberries, cream and waffles, she even made canapes, even candles to set a romantic mood are not missing. He snaps his fingers and a stand with ice appears for the champagne. He takes out the glasses and sets the table. 

A small, quiet moan comes from Ilona and he smiles. “Did I wake you?”

“Oh my God! I fell asleep! And you let me? Why?” Ilona feels remorseful to have missed even a minute of time with this intriguing man.

“Do not worry, my dear. You needed some rest after all that excitement.” He reassures her.

“How long did I sleep that you managed to get all that?” She asks and indicates the table.

“Oh, not that long. This came from Vesna. She was kind enough to prepare it for us. See, there is this one rule that applies to every underworld there is. Never eat anything you did not bring with you. Eat something from this side, you stay forever.”

“Like the story of Persephony and Hades? Is that actually true?” Ilona asks with excitement.

Veles pours some champagne for them and offers her a plate of canapes as he contemplates how to answer her last question. “Well,....” He takes a careful bite and chews slow to stall some more. “There is always some truth in old myths and legends.That story has four different versions and they could not be more different if you tried. But the part about eating in the underworld is true.”

“Oh. Is this safe because Vesna made it? Because she is a goddess? Are there different rules for gods in general?” Ilona fires some more questions at him.

“No.” He laughs. “Curb your imagination a little bit. The rules are the same for everyone, god or not. It is safe because Vesna put the basket together in the human world and sent it here. It is always the most simple thing. Rules are not meant to be complicated.”

“Oh. The k.i.s.s. rule!” Ilona exclaims happily and passes her empty champagne glass to Veles who almost drops it to the floor in surprise. 

“What rule?” He sputters and looks at her in disbelief. 

Ilona smiles at him and takes a strawberry. “It’s a rule one of my professors used to live by. And he tried to impart it on us, not successfully, I might add.”

“A professor tried to kiss you? Can they do that?” 

“No!” She laughs. “Professors are not allowed to kiss students. That was his motto, I guess. K.i.s.s. is short for: keep it simple stupid.”

“That actually makes sense.” Veles visibly relaxes after her explanation. He slides closer to her on the sofa and takes a bowl of whipped cream in his hand. “Let me show you how to eat a strawberry properly.” He takes a ripe, red, perfect strawberry and dips it in the cream. Then he slowly maneuvers it towards her mouth. Ilona lets him place it between her teeth and closes her lips around the strawberry. A tiny smudge of cream lingers in the corner of her mouth and Veles lovers his head down and slowly licks it from her mouth. A quiet moan escapes from her and she parts her lips slightly. That is all the invitation Veles needs to seriously kiss her.

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Ilona slowly wraps her arms around his shoulders as their kiss gets more heated. She suddenly finds herself in the air and repositioned on his lap. And he did it without breaking contact between them. His lips leave hers and he leaves a trail of kisses over her chin and down her neck. He nibbles gently on the exposed skin around the collar of her blouse as if he is asking for permission. Her throat constricts  with anticipation, her mouth dry and wanting more, she lets an almost silent yes escape her parted lips. His fast fingers, undoing her buttons and all while he is still kissing her. Now the trail of kisses is at her silk and lace bra and the stubble on his face is an extra stimulus that leaves her trembling in his arms.

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Veles trails his hands up her sides under the blouse and over her shoulders. Then down her arms and the blouse is not covering her any more. He snaps the clasp of her bra on his way down again. With a slight twist of her shoulder, the bra falls to the ground and he is greeted with a sight to remember. Her luscious breasts are as flawless as she is, creamy white and a perfect fit for his hands. He strokes the underside of one breast gently, while he takes a n****e in his mouth and licks slowly and sensually.

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A hot flash runs over Ilona and she whimpers quietly. She feels every stroke like it’s magnified and she ravishes in this new sensation. She has never felt this way before. None of her past boyfriends came even close to making her feel so thoroughly turned on and so desired. Her thoughts are suddenly shattered as his hand slips under her skirt and travels up her thigh. His fingers run gently over her panties and the silk makes everything even better. She comes undone with an earth shattering orgasm as his finger slides over her clit.

Ilona comes down from her high and she sees Veles sitting back and just watching her. Lust written all over his handsome face. She sits up and reaches for his t-shirt.

“You’re dressed too much. Let me help you out of that shirt.” She starts to pull it up his body and over his head. She throws it away with a flourish and licks her lips. He is even yummier without his shirt on. Six-pack abs and toned skin are exposed for her greedy hands. She can’t stop caressing his body and hurries to undo the button on his jeans.

“Help me with these, they’re too tight on you.” She says a little frustrated when she can’t get the denim to comply.

“A little impatient, are we?” He smirks. “I will take off my jeans if you get out of that skirt.”

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Veles stands up and reaches for the button. All the while looking straight in her eyes. He drops his jeans to the floor and steps out of them. Ilona doesn't move, not even to breathe. He slowly crouches down to her and puts his hands on the rim of her skirt.

“I will help you there, since you are too busy staring.” He smiles his best smile and pulls her skirt and panties off in one quick jerk of his hands.

“You are perfect,” Ilona whispers in awe as she stares at his abs flexing with his every move. She gives herself a mental slap just to get her body moving again. She throws all her reserves to the wind and jumps on Veles. She brings him down to the carpet beneath their feet and straddles his thighs. She runs her hands all over his perfect body and licks her lips in anticipation. A trial run of her fingers over his shaft makes her even wetter and she can’t wait any more. Looking straight in his eyes, she slowly sits up on her knees and guides him to her entrance. A moan escapes her lips as she impales herself on him all the way down. Licking her lips to make them moist, she leans down to kiss him passionately.

Veles lets her do what she wants, because he has the feeling it can be great when Ilona lets loose and embraces the hidden passion within. And he was right. Oh, the little wixen is burning deep and bright. He is not one to relinquish control to anybody, but he will gladly do it for her. She tackled him to the ground all impatient and hungry for more. He watches her carefully, looking for subtle signs she is giving him. His hands are roaming her back and sides raising goosebumps all over her skin. He can feel her hands all over him. Caressing and kissing him, but she has yet to move. He can wait for her to make the first move, the sensation of being deep inside her just fuels his passion for her.

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Ilona is stalling, she wants this sensation to last. He feels so good, but moving just a little bit will be better. She knows that if she moves, he will take the control of their lovemaking back. Moaning between kisses and licks, she finds contact with his eyes and starts moving her hips. Slowly and sensually, just a little bit up and down. Her hands are resting on his pecs for better balance. She breathes in and closes her eyes, letting other senses flood her. She can feel his hands slide down her sides to her hips and take a tight hold. He starts to move with her to heighten the sensation, to pick up the pace a bit. Ilona can feel the beginnings of a new orgasm deep inside her and all her muscles tense in anticipation. Heat floods over her and she lets go. It feels like falling and flying at the same time and she can only hold on. She opens her eyes and finds herself lying on her back on the couch with Veles hovering over her, bracing his hands on either side of her head, pumping in and out, racing her body to a final orgasm. She can’t take her eyes off of him. Every muscle straining tight and gleaming with sweat. She can feel his pleasure, and she knows he is close. She can only hold tight grabbing the cushions and feeling the tidal wave of sensation crashing over her. She comes again and this time so does Veles. His hands give out and he falls down on her, hugging her tight while changing position to lie beside her so he doesn’t crush her with his weight.

-/-/-Veles holds her tight to his chest and just lets all the senses flood him. He feels happy and relaxed. He just doesn’t want to let her go. Now, more than ever, he is certain that she is the one for him. He just needs to convince her too. Slightly smiling to himself, he gets up to get some juice for Ilona. He needs to keep in mind that she is human and he has to take good care of her.Ilona luxuriates in the afterglow, a smile on her face, eyes closed and body totally relaxed. 

“This was great,” She says. “Can we do it again?”

“Right now?” Veles turns to her with a glass of juice in his hand. “Drink something first and maybe eat some fruit for sugar and strength.” He reaches for her to help her sit up.

“I was thinking about tomorrow. How late is it in Milano right now? We do need to get back to real life. Well, I have to.” Ilona sighs with regret in her voice. 

“Then we have a date for tomorrow.” He smiles at her. “And it is about nine in the evening there. Dinner time and Vesna is cooking.”

“Oh, I missed a whole day of work. Lucky me, I have a flexible work schedule. I will just post something on my blog later.”

Veles starts putting everything back in the basket, while Ilona gets dressed to return home. She has a mischievous  smile and pouts when he pulls his jeans back on.

“Ohhh, ruining my view. But I guess Vesna is not fond of you running around nude.”

“I am not fond of me running around without clothes.” He laughs sincerely. He holds out his hand for her to take. “Hold tight. This will be faster than walking.” He teleports them to the porch of his house in a blink of the eye.

She smiles at him.” How could I forget? Magic! I just love the way you travel. But we do need to get back.”

“That reminds me, Vesna said something about missed calls on your phone. I hope I didn't get you in trouble?”

“Whatever trouble there might be, you’re worth it.” Ilona smiles when she steps over the threshold back to her world.