Freeing the Muse (Closed for Serenity30822)

[Serenity30822]

Anton's continuing touches and movements had Calliope starting to feel genuinely needy, the connection she'd begun to feel with him making her impatient. But she enjoyed him taking his time as well, drawing out the suspense. Her body moved in response to his every touch, a tremble here, an arch there, frequently lifting into his touch craving more.

By the time his movements stopped and he looked up at her, she was panting not unlike an animal, her nerve endings on fire with need. She held his gaze for a moment, taking a quick second to regain her senses just a little. But no amount of time would have erased the look of need, of hunger from her face. She wanted him to keep going, and it was obvious.

Calliope's lips parted and she tried to speak but it came out so soft, barely more than a whisper, and a bit of a whine at the same time. "A-Anton... Please..."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Anton saw, heard, felt, and even smelled every one of Calliope's reactions to his knowing ministrations, and he savored every one of them. He'd asked to be able to give her pleasure, and that was exactly what he intended to do. Still, despite every bit of his mind and body wanting to continue, he held fast, not only wanting her to be able to make the decision on whether or not he should continue, but to do it without feeling pushed or pressured by his ministrations. He even watched as she struggled to regain some semblance of composure, despite what he had done and was about to do.

Even with every fiber of his being aching to continue, hearing Calliope speak the words made his heart leap all the same, especially spoken in that soft tone and barely a whisper's worth of volume. He gave her the slightest of nods as he stuck his tongue out, and his gaze continued to watch her and hers as he slowly inched closer, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh as he spread her for him.

Nothing could have prepared Anton for the ambrosial taste of Calliope's pussy when his tongue first made contact with her divine folds. His jaw quivered and his fingers clenched as he slowly dragged his tongue up the full length of her divine pussy, cleaving those silken pussy lips as he did, gathering more and more of her ambrosial arousal on his tongue in the process, but never getting distracted from his true goal. He ended that first lick with a firm and decisive flick of her clit. No sooner did his tongue abandon her body than his thumbs spread her all the more, his legs gripped her legs even tighter, and his lips pounced on her clit like a starving babe would pounce on a nipple. He sucked that sensitive nub with determination, savagely flicking it with his tongue or rapidly circling it. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was clear, make her cum.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope found herself moaning and squirming against Anton's touch, his attention to her clit quickly making her lose what little grip she still had on her own self control. Her hands moved seemingly of their own free will, moving to slide her fingers into his wavy brown hair. "Anton..." she moaned low, every muscle in her body beginning to tense up before finally...

Calliope's head dropped back as her fingers clenched reflexively in Anton's hair and she cried out in pleasure. Her release was obvious, and her body trembled as the evidence practically gushed out of her, soaking the bed beneath her. After taking a moment to breathe, Calliope forced her fingers to loosen their grip in Anton's hair, blushing and panting softly as she lifted her head to look at him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Anton of course heard Calliope's moans, and felt her squirming against his hold, but neither of those reactions told him to stop, especially when they combined with the feeling of her hands sliding into his hair and the sound of his name on her lips once more. He would have stopped in an instant if he thought for a second that she wanted him to, but only if she wanted him to, no matter how close he thought she was in this moment. Thankfully though, that was not the case, proven by the way her fingers clenched in his hair and she cried out in pleasure. If her entire body trembling hadn't been enough evidence of her release though, her gushing pussy soaking both the bed and his face certainly could have done the trick.

If the first taste of Calliope's taste was like ambrosia, then the taste of her squirting was literally indescribable other than it being the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. The first taste of it made his eyes close, his fingers twitch against her skin, and his jaw quiver. It was the kind of thing that he could imagine himself becoming addicted to if he wasn't careful.

Anton took a couple of panting breaths between Calliope's spread thighs, during which it was truly a struggle to get himself to relax. He did finally manage to open his eyes though, and was rewarded with the sight of the violet-haired goddess above him, blushing and panting as she lifted her head to look down at him. He gave her a small smile as he leaned his cheek against her thigh. "You doing alright up there?"

 

[Serenity30822]

When Anton smiled up at her, Calliope couldn't help but smile back, a bit out of breath herself. She kept one hand sort of tangled in his hair, carefully extracting the other to place it against his cheek and lightly brush the pad of her thumb across his lower lip that was still slick and shiny with her juices. "Anton I..." she said quietly, barely even a whisper, while she gently pushed him back, scooting back on the bed and bending a bit harshly forward to lean down. Calliope pressed her lips to his in a gentle but eager kiss, cutting herself off, and wasting no time as her tongue pressed forward to deepen the kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and the combination of flavors was euphoric. Like the strongest aphrodisiac and most addictive drug all mixed into one. The hand on his cheek moved slowly, down to gently caress his neck, over to where his shoulder met his neck. She continued this movement, letting her fingertips glide over his skin, exploring her way down and across his chest as they kissed.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Just the sight of Calliope returning his smile in that most intimate moment was enough to make everything worth it for Anton, even if she called it to a halt right here. He could even see her struggling a bit for breath, both from the quickened rise and fall of those lovely breaths of hers and the way she was breathing through her mouth. He made no move at all though, even when once of the hands that was tangled in his hair extracted itself and found it's way to his cheek, the one that wasn't pressed against her thigh. His gaze softened all the more as her thumb brushed over his lips, still slick with her juices.

Anton's ears perked up when he heard Calliope's voice, barely a whisper, and he was admittedly a little surprised when she not only hesitated, but gently pushed him back from his place between her thighs, scooted back on the bed, and almost lurched forward as she leaned down. Despite the fast movement though, she stopped moments and just a hair's length before their lips touched before giving him a gentle kiss. Even that kiss seemed to open some kind of floodgate within the goddess though, because her tongue instantly surged forward into his mouth as she deepened the kiss.

Calliope's kiss, in that moment, was utter perfection. It was almost as though Anton was meeting Calliope for the first time, because this time he was meeting the real Calliope. Then, as if the kiss itself wasn't enough, he felt the hand on his cheek start to move, caressing every bit of skin it touched as it moved slowly down to his neck, then to where his neck met his shoulder. The touch shifted a bit then, and he felt a bit breathless in that kiss, wishing that he could hold her close, but not wanting to impede her movements in this most-important of movements. So he let his arms hang where they had fallen after she'd pushed him backwards, happily enjoying her attention as her fingertips glided over his skin, exploring the expanse of his wiry frame as their lips continued to smack with every breathlessly lustful kiss.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope found herself getting lost in their kiss, both her hands moving to rest on his shoulders where they met his neck, her thumbs gently caressing the sensitive skin there. After a few more moments she reluctantly broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

"Anton..." she said in a breathy whisper. "I... I want you..." She held his gaze as she spoke, her cheeks flushing slightly as she felt a keen sense of vulnerability in the admission and the intimacy of the moment. She felt like she could spend days just wrapped up in him and not even think twice.

It was an odd feeling, but not unwelcome. She couldn't remember having felt this sort of attraction or draw toward anyone before, though that wasn't much of a surprise. All she knew was she wanted to be closer to him in that moment. As close as she could get.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Calliope's gentle touches along his neck, shoulders, and the sensitive skin in between were so starkly contrasted by the hard, fast, and passionately lustful kisses the pair shared. Through it all though, Anton was with her, up to and including the way she pulled her lips from his. He could both see and literally feel her reluctance, but he yielded to it all the same, giving her the control she'd been denied for so long. When those gorgeous violet eyes of her came into view, his brown ones couldn't help but darken with his ever-increasing desire.

The words that Calliope spoke, in that soft and breathy whisper of hers, were a genuine surprise for Anton, despite everything that had gone on, and was currently going on between them. It was one thing to think that she wanted it, despite everything she'd been through and how long she'd suffered. It was a whole other thing for her to actually want it and for them to actually go through with it though. So much could go wrong, even with his good intentions.

Anton's gaze flitted back and forth between Calliope's eyes. They were so close together, and yet so very far apart at the same time. The attraction, the desire, and the raw need were all there. All that was left was a willingness to act upon them...His hands first moved to the waistband of the shorts he'd slept in, easing them down as he finally kept his gaze steady on Calliope's. His shorts could only go down so far, given that he was on his knees, but it was far enough for his achingly hard cock to spring free. He paid no attention to it though, but simply gave her a small smile as he now moved his free hands to the sides, feathering the backs of his fingertips over her ankles until they moved to the outsides of them and he could let his fingertips brush the sides of her ankles. His hands then glided with that soft and gentle touch up her calves, past her knees, and slowly forward along her things. He leaned forward a bit as he did so, rising up as he did so, letting his shorts slide farther down his legs as he pressed his own tender kiss to her lips. His hands didn't remain idle though, and continued to move. Even the brush of her hip didn't stop him, and he let his hands glide up her back as he pulled his head back just enough to let his tongue flick against her lips. They closed the distance again shortly enough though, just in time for his arms to wrap around her lower back and clasp together. He slowly but effortlessly pulled her butt forward from where she'd slid it back to kiss him, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he kissed her hard and deep. When she was on the edge of the bed though, he shifted to pulling her up into a standing position as he did the same. His shorts fell the rest of the way to the floor, but he once again ignored his cock as his hands dropped once more to her ass. His intentions would become clear when his hands gripped the cheeks of her ass and lifted her effortlessly into the air, much like he'd done before. Those intentions were of course similar to the previous time he'd done it, but with another extra step or two. He moved without hesitation, lifting first one of his knees up to the bed, and then the other. He continued to make out with the beautiful goddess as he knee-walked towards the head of the bed, hoping that both of their resolves held firm in these moments as he lowered her down. When her back touched the sheets this time, there would be a pillow beneath her head. Then, and only then, did he dare to pull his lips from hers, if only far enough for him to meet her gaze.

"How do you want it, Calliope?" Anton asked softly, moving his nose to tenderly brush against hers as he held her gaze. Yes, he was already knelt between her spread thighs, and could take her just like this. Hell, he'd do it like this if she wanted, but he still wanted her to at least have a say in it, in case one position or another might trigger unfortunate memories and decimate this tender moment.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope held Anton's gaze when he pulled back and pushed his shorts down, curious but not curious enough to look away. She clung to Anton as his hands moved over her skin, returning his kisses and letting out a quiet gasp when he pulled her hips forward to the edge of the bed. When he pulled her to her feet, she tipped her head back to look up at him, and her lips pulled into a grin when he lifted her off the floor.

She returned his kisses eagerly as he moved their bodies up the bed, a soft whimper of protest escaping her when he broke the kiss as he laid her down. She looked up at him, making no effort to hide her feelings or emotions from him by masking her expression.

"Anton..." she said with the tiniest of giggles when he brushed his nose against hers. She opened her mouth to speak again but stopped herself, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she began to move slightly. Calliope shifted just a little, lifting her legs to wrap them around him, and tightening them a bit to pull his hips closer to her own.

She felt a little sliver of fear snake up her spine but almost as quickly as it had appeared she put it from her mind. She wanted this, she wanted him. And she wasn't going to let thoughts of any of his ancestors, least of all his father, ruin it for either of them.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Though Calliope didn't truly answer his question, her lip catching between her teeth when she opened her mouth to try, Anton thought that he understood what she wanted when her legs wrapped more fully around him and tightened a bit more, pulling his hips that much closer to hers. He smiled down at her as he leaned his head closer once more, easing his hips down and back as he did so, adjusting himself just so. The purpose would become clear when he rolled his hips up and forward a bit, cleaving her hot, moist, and silken pussy lips. He let his lips just barely miss kissing hers, instead letting his cheek glide against hers as he moved his hips up and forward. He pushed farther though, coating the head of his cock in her wetness, and even going as far upwards as to allow the clearly defined ridge of the mushroom-shaped head of his cock to flick against her clit. "As..." He started, whispering heatedly against the flesh of her cheek. The single word that formed his reply came with the first grazing touch of his thick and throbbing cock head on her clit. His head then retreated as fast as he dared, his cheek once more grazing against hers as his hips rolled back, his closed lips gliding over hers before his other cheek grazed against her other one and his hips reversed their motion once more. "...you..." He continued, against her cheek one more before repeating his motions almost identically, up to and including the retreat of his head. This time though, when his lips moved to graze over hers, they opened against them. "...wish." He whispered the final heated word as his cock teasing her clit one more time.

Anton's gaze flicked up to Calliope's, even as he kept his lips so very close to hers. His hips rolled back one more time, but this time, his desires were clear. He held that beautiful violet gaze as his hips eased forward, his girthy cockhead somehow finding her opening without any guiding from either of their hands, as though it was drawn to it or called by it. This time, when the inch and a half diameter that was his cock cleaved her pussy lips, with the mushroom heading being that tiny bit wider because of the defined ridge, it didn't did upwards towards her clit. It pushed forward, finding the sopping wet opening that they both knew was there. His jaw quivered against hers as he pushed forward. He wanted this so much, not just for him, but for her as well. So even when he felt her body's tightness and resistance, despite her arousal, he pushed.

Nothing could have prepared Anton for the myriad of emotions and physical sensations that flooded his body and brain when Calliope's resistance gave way and the head of his cock entered her with an audible pop. His entire body jerked and quivered as he felt her divine pussy grasping him with a tightness that was almost beyond comprehension, and he could barely keep his eyes open to hold her gaze when he was almost brought to tears by the knowledge that he was the first since she was effectively freed, and she'd chosen him for it. It was only with the knowledge that all of this was for her that he allowed himself to push just an inch of his length into her. He then pulled back, his lips puckering into a kiss against hers, even has he continued to hold her gaze, and pushed forward again, giving her two inches this time. His hips rocked back and forth as he kissed her, easing in and out of her divine tightness as he slowly fed her more and more of himself with every thrust.

Only when the final thrust came, feeding her the last of the nine inches he had to offer, did Anton finally pause in his movement, something that was made especially hard by the feel of her cervix on the sensitive tip of his cock. His body wanted so badly to continue, but his mind needed to make sure that she was still okay with everything that was going on before he could continue. He didn't know what to say, or rather to ask though, even as he continued to look into those beautiful violet eyes. Anything he could say could either help or hurt in this moment, and with no way to know which might work and which wouldn't, he settled for lifting a stroke that equally beautiful violet hair, save for his thumb, which stroked over the soft and smooth flesh of her forehead.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope couldn't have stopped the quiet whimpers of pleasure each time his cock teased her clit even if she'd wanted to. Something in the way he spoke to her, the gentle caress of his cheek against hers, then his lips. It felt more intimate than anything she'd ever experienced.

As she felt Anton press aganst her entrance, a small flash of worry crossed her features, but quickly disappeared. She trusted him. And she needed this as much as he did. When she felt and heard the head of his cock pop inside her she moaned. Not some quiet little whine, no, a full on unashamed and outright moan of pure pleasure. She could feel the girth of him pressing against and stretching her open just so.

She returned the small kiss as he slowly worked his way deeper into her, feeling her body stretch around him as he sunk into her inch by inch, never taking her eyes off his. By the time Anton made it to that final push, Calliope's breath was coming in short bursts, pure desire clear in her eyes and expression.

She could feel the tip of his cock pressed to her cervix, a delightful feeling of fullness as he was large but not painfully so. Her lips curled into a small smile as he paused there, tilting her head ever so slightly to lean into his touch as he stroked her hair and forehead.

It didn't take her long to realize he'd stopped to check on her, and the thought made her heart beat a little faster. He really cared about her and she could feel it in every touch, every word, every gesture.

Calliope wet her lips with her tongue just a little, holding his gaze and keeping that small smile, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Keep going... please."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Anton had of course seen the flash of worry cross Calliope's beautiful face, and though he'd been tempted to stop, he hadn't because she hadn't told him to. That was part of why he hadn't kissed her in that most intimate of moments. Yes, there were other ways for her to tell him to stop, but he'd wanted her to have the simplest one available to her if she needed it.

The unashamed and wanton whine of pure pleasure that his cock pulled from Calliope sent a surge through Anton's heart. She'd been so reserved and timid that it felt good to be able to make her feel so good that she couldn't contain it enough to even keep herself quiet, let alone hold it in completely.

In any other scenario, holding eye contact while kissing might have been seen as weird, but here, now, and in this moment with Calliope, it was perfect. Even when he let his lips pull just the slightest bit from hers while his cock was fully hilted within her, he maintained that contacted, smiling as he felt her breaths coming in short bursts. He saw the pure and utter desire in those beautiful violet eyes, felt her smile against his lips, and even felt her lean into his touch as he waited just that little bit longer for the permission to continue that he hoped would come soon.

Anton felt the flick of Calliope's tongue as it wet her lips, and he returned her smile, even before he heard the words that he so desperately wanted to hear. He nodded at those words, giving her forehead another stroke with his thumb as he eased himself back just an inch. He groaned against her lips as he felt the graze of her nipples on his chest and the grasping hold of her pussy trying desperately to keep him in place.

Even while he wondered what Calliope would think in that moment, Anton relented to the pull of her pussy, pushing the inch that he'd withdrawn back into her until the touch of her cervix on the sensitive tip of his cock made his jaw quiver against her once more. He pressed a kiss to her lips, brushed his thumb across her forehead, and eased backwards once more, taking two inches from her this time before giving it back to her, complete with that jaw-quivering touch, that kiss, and the brush of his thumb to his forehead.

Just as Anton had eased his cock into Calliope inch by inch, he now eased it out of her the same way, giving her those small reassuring gestures in between until the last withdrawal left just the engorged head of achingly hard cock inside her. He hesitated for just a moment before pushing forward, hilting himself inside her with enough force to make their thighs clap against each other and the headboard slam against the wall.

Only then, after giving Calliope the first full thrust that she'd truly asked for, did Anton lift his upper body off of hers, but even then it wasn't without a final kiss goodbye. His right hand moved from her hair to her heart as his left hand moved to grab her hip. The one thing about this new position that remained the same though, was the way his dark brown gaze, all but black with desire, held that beautiful violet one as he pulled back and started to thrust. He sighed as he pulled out, moaned as he thrusted, their skin clapped together, and the headboard banged against the wall, a symphony of love-making, all punctuated by his hand on Calliope's heart, which he wondered if she'd figure out the purpose of, as his thrusts ebbed and flowed, though mostly flowed, to the beat of her body's own pacemaker. The faster her divine heart beat, the faster he thrusted, and the louder the music of the room became!

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope found herself whimpering softly as she felt Anton slowly retreat from inside her, each slow inch leaving her feeling rather empty after the fullness of him being buried in her. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, not wanting to give up even a moment of the tender intimacy they shared.

When Anton thrust back into her so quickly she saw stars for a moment, pleasure coursing through her entire body from the swift movement. As her vision cleared, she felt his hand move from her head and come to rest against her chest over her heart. The slight pressure exerted there was comforting, and she raised one of her own hands to place lightly over his at her chest, all the while holding eye contact with him.

Calliope's breath began to come in soft pants as he thrust into her, drawing moans and whimpers of pleasure from her throat. Her other hand moved up his arm where he held her hip, traveling up his flesh gently and around to his chest to rest there. It didn't take too long at all for her to realize that his thrusts were timed with the beating of her heart, and that realization made her feel even closer to him.

She felt the tension in her body melt away more and more with every thrust, all the while that specific tension brought on by the pleasure he was giving her was growing. She felt her inner walls beginning to tighten around him as he brought her closer and closer to that release they both chased. "Anton.." she moaned, her back arching ever so slightly, an expression of pure pleasure on her face as she looked up at him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Knowing that he was doing his best for Calliope was one thing, but to feel her reciprocate by placing her hand over his over her heart sent his mind, emotions, and even his body to a whole other place. A smile came to Anton's lips, near-black gaze softened just a little, even as his pace increased, his grip on her hip tightened, and his thrusts came harder. The tender touch of her other hand on his other hand only fueled the fire burning within him, pushing him higher and farther. The headboard sounded off with every hard and deep thrusts, their thighs clapped together as well, as though they were an audience all their own, clapping along to the rhythm of the love-making.

Calliope's moans and whimpers brought on the first stirrings in Anton's belly, signaling the beginning of the end. He didn't slow, stop, or in any way retreat from it though, it would have been a blasphemy of the highest order to deny her in this most intimate of ways. No, he fucked her harder and faster, and would have fucked her deeper if he could, would have fucked her down to her very soul if it were possible, especially when he felt her inner walls tightening around him, both trying to hold him in when he was balls deep inside her, and keep him out when he was trying to thrust, and he fucked on, even being able to see her impending orgasm from the look in her eyes. The stirring feeling quickly built into a surge then, brought on as much by the physical act as all the emotions behind it. He felt it surge down to his balls, and it was then that he tightened every muscle in his body, right down to the hand on her hip that gripped it with a white-knuckle grip. His toes curled as his thrusts turned became almost savage, and yet their eye contact remained unbroken. He started into those beautiful violet eyes as the surging feeling rushed up his cock, as he heard his name moaned in pure bliss, watched her back arch, and both saw and felt the orgasm crash over her.

Anton's orgasm was but a second behind, pushed to the brink by the crushing tightness of Calliope's divine cunt's spasming, and violently shoved over it by that last utterance of his name, moaned in the heat of passion, at that most intimate moment. His upper body came crashing down upon her then, his hand loosing from her hip to support her arching back as he pressed a fiery kiss to her lips, and no sooner did their lips meet, than his cock erupted with his searing hot seed. The first gush came as his cock was nestled against her cervix, ensuring that every drop of it slipped past and into her womb, before he started to thrust once more, supporting the beautiful goddess as he passionately kissed her again and again, their smacking lips adding but one more instrument to their symphony as he fucked her through the entirety of their orgasms, fucking burst after burst of his hard-earned seed into her belly before using the last bit of his strength to rise up to a full kneeling position once more, withdrawing his hand from her back, and even reluctantly pulling the hand away from her heart and taking hold of her right calf as gently as he could. With all the care he could take with his flagging strength, he lifted her foot with shaking hands, bringing it up and around as he leaned his upper body back while keeping his lower body in place. The point of it would become clear when he brought her leg straight up and around in front of him, allowing him to turn her gently to her right side and allowing him to lay behind her and drape his arm gently over her, nestled just under those lovely breasts of hers. As his head sagged down to the pillow and he spooned his entire body against her from chest to legs, he smiled against her, feeling that his flagging cock was in fact still inside her like he'd tried to keep it, despite the position change.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope felt his climax as it burst within her as they kissed, moaning against his lips as the heat of it warmed her from the inside. She matched the intensity of his kisses, drawing in quick breaths where she could, until he pulled back to his knees over her. She lay there panting, never once tearing her eyes away from his, letting him move her body as he chose.

When he'd settled behind her, still buried between her legs, she let out a soft sigh of contentment. Satisfied physically and emotionally, she found herself thinking she could get used to the feeling currently dominating her mind. She placed her hand over his below her breasts, gently running her fingertips over the back of his hand.

While she very much didn't want to break the silence that had settled over the room aside from their heavier breathing, she couldn't stop herself. "Thank you, Anton..." she whispered, "Thank you for everything. For making me feel wanted, not used. For saving me..."

She'd never say it out loud, because that made it real, but she didn't just mean from his father and the seemingly endless cycle of ownership. When Anton had come along, she was nearing the end of her rope. She was approaching ready to end it the next chance she got because her life had been truly miserable. It wasn't the easiest thing to achieve, being essentially immortal, but it was possible. Anton coming into her life, freeing her, and caring for her the way he had since that moment, had truly saved her in every way possible.

Calliope made up her mind then and there, that she would help him with his own ventures for as long as he lived. Whether he knew it or not, whether he wanted it or not, however horrible that sounded. It was truly the least she could do for him, and she would be happy to do it. That was something his ancestors had never understood. She'd have done it willingly if they'd only asked. Holding her captive was never necessary.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The trusting look in Calliope's violet eyes as he'd adjusted their bodies spoke volumes in that most intimate of moments, but not quite as much as the soft sigh of contentment she let out as he settled behind her and held her close. Anton had been most worried about breaking that eye contact, not wanting to lose that connection, lest it shatter the moment that he felt she truly needed. Even still, he held his breath for a short moment until he felt her hand placed over his, and her fingertips gently running over the back of his hand.

Calliope's words caught Anton off guard, or rather, not the words themselves, but just her voice breaking the silence that had surrounded the sated pair. He hadn't known her long, and yet he'd somehow gotten used to the soft-spoken and timid side of her. So for her to take the initiative and break the silence was...surprising. Thankfully though, his body knew what to do, and as the last word was spoken, he moved his right arm from where it had been cradling his head to brush aside her hair so that he could lean his head towards her and press the softest of kisses to the bast of her neck. Then, and only then, did he slowly slide it beneath her pillow and extend it, the shift in position letting him lean his left shoulder back a touch, letting hers lean more against him, letting him hold her all the closer.

"You are welcome, Calliope, and you will always be welcome, even after you are free. If there is anything I can ever do for you, or if you just want somebody to talk to, talk at, or...whatever you need." He lifted his lips to press a tender kiss to the back of her head, her soft, smooth, and violet hair tickling his lips a little bit as he did.