He followed her up, leaning over her, and rubbed his hand over her skin, mashing her breasts in his fingers and tweaking her nipples to make them hard. She was a tidy little piece of ass. Hermes and Peitho had done well with her, moulding her into what they wanted her to be, and she was the perfect little whore. He ran his hands down her stomach and over her hips and between her legs, exploring her skin, just touching everywhere, like he was marking it as his.
“What a good little slut,” he murmured, pushing her thighs apart and spreading her with his fingers. “You’ve had a lot of practice at this, haven’t you, Luna? I bet you love it, being used by them. Filthy little whore.” He grabbed her hips and yanked her down to meet him, and slid inside her agonisingly slowly. He spat on his fingers and rubbed them across her clit as he started to move, because he wanted a reaction from her, any kind.