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The Goddess

By: Cromagnonman



I noticed her as soon as I arrived at this party I didn't want to be at. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my entire life and I include supermodels and 'A' list actresses, she was more beautiful than all of those. I also noticed that she was lonely. If she came with a man the stupid fuckwit had abandoned her. If I had brought her to the party, I would have stuck to her like a leach and not allowed anyone anywhere near her.

During the course of the evening several hopefuls tried to start up a conversation with her but she rebuffed them all. I thought of trying it on myself but decided against it. When it comes to women and relationships, I don't handle rejection well, which was the reason that I came alone to this party that I was forced, on pain of death, to attend.

My sister Jacqui is normally a nice person until she takes it on herself to match me up with one of her friends which is exactly what she was doing tonight. The friend that she had lined up for me was definitely not this goddess that I have been watching from afar, at least 5 metres. The intended victim was a nice enough girl, and I'm sure that she has a nice personality, but her only topic of conversation seemed to be her cat, and I hate cats. I don't really, but I can't see a future in living with a beast that only allows affection on it's terms and to hell with whether you want its affection or not.

Several times, as I took a surreptitious look at her, I noticed her hastily look away from me as if she had been taking a sly look at me. I didn't dare to hope that she could be the slightest bit interested in me.

Some of the guests had left and the crowd was thinning noticeably when another hopeful moved in on her, and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. She looked straight at me and mouthed the word 'help' in my direction so I walked over to where she was standing. "Honey, I think it's about time we left, you have to get up early in the morning to catch that flight." I surprised even myself with my improv skills.

"I'll just get my bag, I'll be a second." She left and the hopeful left as well. I was just about to follow suit when she came out of wherever it was she had put her bag and grabbed my hand. We clattered down the front steps and out onto the street.

"Can I drop you somewhere?" Ever the optimist, having got this far I was taking a chance that she had actually been abandoned by some idiot.

"If it's not a bother you can take me to the train station."

"No way. There is no way that I'm going to let a lady travel home alone on a train at this time of night. Where do you live?"

"Sandringham, it's too far. I'll be all right."

"It's not too far, I have nothing to do for the next three days, that should be enough time to get you home." We had reached my car and I stopped beside it.

"All right, I'll let you drive me home on one condition."

"Which is?"

"I'll pay for your petrol." 

"We'll discuss it. Hop in." I had one of those fancy new cars that unlock their doors when you get close, start the engine and turn on the lights. Ever since I bought it I told myself that it was a moment of madness that made me trade in my old and trusty steed on this technological marvel. The destruction manual was marginally thicker than War and Peace and it took forever to read it, understanding it all will take longer. I haven't dared think about repair costs and servicing, the insurance premium was bad enough. I will give it one thing, it was a chick magnet. It told the girls that I had style, I had class, and more importantly I had money, but all of that was wasted by my lack of confidence with women.

"Does the goddess have a name?" I asked her when she had finished oohing and aahing over the brightly coloured lights of the dash panel.

"I'm Tiffany, Tiffany Atkins and you are?"

"Bradley Roberts. Now that the introductions are out of the way, just where are we heading?"

She gave me her address and at the next lights I typed it into the car's Sat Nav.

We had driven two Kilometres when I noticed a police car waiting to turn onto the road we were on at a set of lights. Driving a car like this means that you have to be very careful around the police, it's like driving a car dragging a billboard that reads 'mug copper, come and get me.' And this proved to be the case. As soon as he pulled onto the road behind us he hit the siren and his red and blues. I pulled over and stopped. 

"What did I do wrong Officer?"

"Nothing, I've always wanted to pull one of these over just so that I can admire her." I got the impression that he wasn't talking about the car so much as my passenger.

"Admire away, but I do have to get this young lady home sometime soon."

"I'll bet you do. Okay you can go. Take it easy." I took it easy, wanting to prolong my time with the Goddess.

We arrived at her turn-off after having to endure the politely insistent voice telling me to; 'Make U turn where possible' or 'turn left five hundred metres'. I thought to myself that I should invent one that gets angry when you don't follow instructions and says things like; 'you fuckwit, you should have turned left back there. Why the fuck did you spend good money on me when you totally ignore me.' The only real benefit to be had from these things are if you are in a completely unfamiliar city or you're trying to find a house number in a dimly lit street, which was exactly what I was doing because the goddess was asleep.

"Where here." I touched her arm and she jerked awake. 

I walked her to her front door and was just about to turn around and walk back to my car when she spoke for the first time in a long while. "Thank you for saving me tonight." She looked deep into my eyes as if she was searching for something. Then she launched herself at me, her arms went around my neck and she pulled my face to hers, my lips to hers. I have never been kissed with this much ferocity before and it surprised me, but before I had a chance to react she had the door open and was dragging me inside.

I stumbled as she dragged me through the door and she pounced, rolling me onto my back she straddled me, her body on top of mine and her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Her hips were sliding up and down on mine forcing my cock to harden. When he was fully hard she slid down far enough that she could slide my zipper down and fish him out of my pants. Holding him with one hand she used the other to free her pants and slide them down over her hips. She moved back up my body and fed my cock into her sopping pussy and then she was off and running.

If I had been a reluctant partner in this I would say that she was raping me, but from the moment I saw her, my fantasy had been to have my cock inside her. This was where my fantasy diverged from current reality, I was supposed to be the leader in this, to have used my charm to seduce her into letting me make mad passionate love to her, not be the passive participant while she fucked me. What the hell, it's better than nothing which was what I figured was in store for me before I arrived at the party.

I came and she stopped sliding up and down on him. Her fingers started working on the buttons of my shirt and it was soon open and her fingers found my nipples and began working on them, making me squirm. After several minutes of this she undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off revealing her naked breasts with their hardened nipples. God she was beautiful, but then you already know that. She grabbed my hand and placed it over one of her magnificent breasts and encouraged me to fondle it, not that I needed any encouragement. As soon as I'd started on it she closed her eyes and began moaning, so I put the other hand to use on her other breast.

All the while my softened cock was still inside her pussy that was leaking all over me. She felt the stirring in my loins and knew that he was preparing for more of the same, and this brought her to life once more, sliding and sobbing and pinching my nipples until with a shudder she came, her first time just before my second.

"Let's get more comfortable." She said as she got off me and, dragging me to my feet, she led me, shuffling with my trousers around my ankles, to her bedroom. Sometime during the night, between fucking and fucking, I had this uneasy feeling about what was happening to me, things like that just never happen. Boy was I glad that it was Sunday when I eventually woke up because there was no way that I would ever have made it to work on time, if at all. I had spent the whole night living out every man's fantasy, I had spent the whole night fucking my goddess. However one can get too much of a good thing, even fucking a goddess.

I felt her hand on my cock, my tired and worn out cock, my traitorous fucking cock that was standing up ready to continue where it had left off seemingly no more than an hour ago. My brain was telling my mouth to come up with some sort of excuse as to why I desperately have to get out of this comfortable bed with this gorgeous woman and go home, while at the same time my cock was telling my mouth to shut the fuck up and to give in to the inevitable and fuck her. I knew that I had to leave. I knew that if I gave in to this temptation I would never be able to drag myself away from this. I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. I was tired, every joint in my body ached from the effort of keeping up with her voracious sexual appetite. I could feel the scratches on my back, my nipples were sore from the attention they had received throughout the night and I was sure that, when I looked at myself in the mirror, there would be a giant hickey on my neck.

"I got to pee." Was that the best my mouth could come up with? Oh well, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and she followed me. I thought for a minute that she was going to hold it while I peed, but she just wanted to rinse her mouth out. I seemed to remember that she swallowed my cum a couple of times during the course of the night.

"Look, much as I'd love to stay with you today, I really have to go home, I have to catch up on my washing and ironing or else I'll have nothing to wear to work."

"That's all right, I'll come with you and help you. I can cook you a nourishing meal, after all you need to keep your strength up."

"Tempting as that might be, if you come with me I don't think we'll get much done because all that I'll want to do is to make love to you."

"Aren't you sweet? What if you go home and do your boring stuff and, when you've finished, call me and I'll come over and cook dinner for you?"

"Sounds perfect." I had retrieved my clothes, the ones with missing buttons and broken zippers and put them on the best that I could, kissed her and got out of there. I know that this sounds stupid, but here I was hoping that I'd never see her again. She scared me, once she started there was no stopping her and I just wasn't up to her level of sexual intensity. I admit that it sounds like I'm letting the side down but I don't care, there's a limit and I'd reached that.

I slept for most of the day, the sleep of someone who was totally knackered. I didn't have housework to do, I didn't have washing or ironing to do, I had a housekeeper for that, and there was no way that I was going to ring her, Tiffany that is.

I was in the middle of a dream about a 'normal' relationship with a woman, one where we did things together and talked to each other and made love in a gentle and loving way when my dream was shattered by my phone. Like a fool I answered it and it was her. "Haven't you finished yet?"

"Just finishing up now." I lied.

"Good, because I'm in a cab and on my way over to your house, I'll be there in ten minutes. See you then big boy." I didn't like the tone of her voice.

What was I to do, I didn't have time to get the hell out of there because chances were that she wasn't in a cab but right outside my door. She was. The doorbell rang. I was trapped in a nightmare. I couldn't hide, she knew that I was at home, there was nothing left for me to do but answer the door.

The Tiffany freight train hit me with full force. "I missed you so much today. I spent all day sitting by the phone waiting for you to call. Why didn't you call? Wasn't I good enough last night? I can be better, I want to be the best for you." She stopped long enough to kiss me and I should have been flattered but she had a look in her eyes that was really freaking me out. Then she burst into tears. She clung to me and sobbed and in between her sobs she was telling me that she loved me more than life itself and that she'd die if she couldn't have me.

I held her at arms length. "Tiffany, please listen to me. The reason that I hadn't called you was that I was busy. I was just about to call when you called me, I was going to say to you that I'd call by your place and pick you up and I'd take you out to a restaurant for dinner." If I had to see her it had to be in public, I didn't want to be alone with her again.

"Really? Aren't you the sweetest person." She hugged me, not as strongly as before and her kiss was soft and gentle. Life with her could possibly be bearable as long as I didn't do anything to upset her. Could I risk it?

I grabbed my wallet and keys and led her down to the garage. She climbed into my car and I reversed it out onto the street. "How did you find my phone number?"

"I looked in your wallet while you were asleep and found a business card, it didn't have your home address or phone number so I looked in the directory and rang every B Roberts until I got you. You must have had your mobile turned off. There'll be a few messages on it from me, don't be surprised."

The dinner was pleasant, she was bright and cheerful and I was beginning to wonder if last night was an aberration. She seemed to understand when I dropped her home and told her that I couldn't come in because I had an early meeting and wanted to get some sleep so that I didn't go to sleep in the middle of it.

She called soon after I got home. "Hi, it's me. Just calling to make sure that you got home safely."

"I'm fine thank you. Listen I'll call you tomorrow night after I get home from work. I really have to get to bed, you took a lot out of me last night, I can't remember ever making love so many times in one go, ever, but it's something that'll have to be confined to weekends to allow me time to recover. Good night." I hung up. I took my mobile off its charger and checked my messages. A few messages? Try forty-seven and each of them more desperate than the last. Sleep didn't come easily for me. What had I let myself in for?

Just as I got to my front door I heard the phone ring and I knew that it would be her so I let the answering machine take the call. I walked into my office and called Alex, really Alexandra but she hates that, into my office. She sat waiting for my instructions for the day. "If anyone calls today, I'm in a meeting all day and cannot be disturbed."

"Especially someone called Tiffany?"

"Oh my god, she hasn't called already, has she?"

"Just as you walked in. What have you got involved in, she sounds like a real Loonie tune."

"You're not far wrong. I met her at that party Jacqui forced me to attend on Saturday night and saved her from the unwanted attention of some Neanderthal and took her home. Let's just say that I didn't get a huge amount of sleep and had to lie to her to extricate myself on Sunday morning. She got my home phone number and address and came around last night and, if I hadn't taken her to restaurant for dinner I don't know what would have happened to me."

"I get the picture, don't worry I'll take good care of it, and you."

"Thanks Alex, you're a great help."

I settled down to my job of writing up a report of an investigation I had just carried out for an insurance company who were convinced that their client who claimed to be on death's door was conning them. I had never come across a fitter almost dead man and my report would soon have him in court for insurance fraud.

My plan work well for a while. All incoming calls for me were channelled through Alex's desk and she only put calls through to me if they were important and work related. By ten o'clock she had taken seven calls from Tiffany and the last one really freaked her out. She signalled me to come into her office and put the call on speaker. "Listen bitch, I know he's not in any fucking meeting so you put that call through to him right now! Wait, you don't have to, he's right there next to you, you'd better tell him to speak to me if he knows what's good for him!"

How the hell did she know that? Unless . . . . Christ, she's watching me from somewhere like a building opposite. I picked up the phone. "Tiffany, I told you that I'll call you when I get home from work. I just can't talk to you during the day, I have too much work to do. I'll call you."

"You're lying to me, just like you lied to me when you told me that you had to do your washing and ironing. You don't do that, and do you know how I know that? Your housekeeper told me when I went around to move some of my stuff in. She seems happy that you've finally found someone like me, she even gave me a key. So you don't have to call when you get home because I'll already be there." She hung up.

"Fuck!"

"I told you she sounded like a Loonie Tune. How are you going to get out of this mess?"

"I don't know. What I do know is that if I go home tonight I'll never make it to work tomorrow. I can't go to a hotel because she'll ring them all until she finds me."

"I could always make the reservation in my name."

"But I'm the one staying there, how do I get into the room?"

"I could always come with you." She thought for a while. "There is another alternative."

"And that is?"

"You could always come home with me, I promise not to molest you." I was reluctant to accept her invitation but couldn't see any alternative, and I did like Alex, a lot.

I left my car in the company car park and Alex and I left in her Prius. I figured that Tiffany was probably waiting for me at home but I wasn't taking any chances that she was still watching the building.

Alex had whipped up a truly delicious dinner and we were sitting with a drink in hand watching the TV news service when an item came on about a fire engulfing a luxury sports car in the car park of our office building. The vision showed the smouldering remains of my car. "The bitch, she's torched my car!" I couldn't believe that she'd do that.

"What are you going to do?" Alex asked.

"I can't go there because she's probably hovering in the background waiting for me to turn up. I turned on my mobile and there were two messages, one from the police advising me of the fire and asking me to contact them and the second from her. 'See what happens when you don't do what you're told!!!' I quickly turned it off.

"So what happens now?"

"We are going to do something that she won't expect. We are going to my place. Can I borrow your phone?"

"Sure." She had a puzzled look on her face.

I called a 24 hour locksmith and arranged for him to meet me at home to replace all the outside deadlocks so that when she inevitably turned up she wouldn't be able to get in and when she made a fuss I would have an excuse to call the police.

An hour later we were firmly barricaded in Fort Roberts, Alex's Prius was locked away in my garage and we were seated in my den with a cup of coffee when we heard her banging on the door and ringing the bell. "Open up you miserable bastard, I know you're in there! You can't hide from me forever!"

We kept quiet. Alex moved closer to me and grabbed my arm. She was trembling so I put my arm around her to comfort her. 

Things were quiet, too quiet. What was she doing? We didn't dare get up to have a look because she could see through the front windows. The safest place was definitely the den, the only window of which was shuttered and the lights were off. We thought we heard her walking past the window on her circuit of the house. Then she started banging on the back door. "Come out you fucking coward, come out and talk to me before I really get mad. If you think that I'm going to stop at burning your car you'd better think again. I hope your slut of a PA's house is insured because that's next!"


The Goddess



By Mistress Machiavelli as told to DJK 

The following is a parody of Machiavelli's "The Prince", the 16th century instruction guide for city-state rulers. It is also written as a submissive's fantasy. 

Upon this a question arises: whether it is better for the Goddess to be loved or to be feared? Of course the answer is that the Goddess must be both loved and feared by Her slaves and submissives. She must first gain their love at first sight...the first time they gaze upon Her dominant beauty their cocks must grow hard or their pussies must become wet. They must become obsessed with the Goddess; Her beauty becomes imprinted inside their brain so they cannot stop thinking about Her. They must become addicted to the Goddess; She must fulfill a need that is deep within their psyche; fulfilling a need they can get from no one else. They must become committed to pleasing the Goddess, no matter what She wants, out of love, devotion, and surrender. 

But love is not enough to keep slaves loyal and obedient. There must also be fear...fear of pain, physical and sometimes emotional. Once they has fallen in love with Her, they must soon experience the pain the Goddess is capable of providing. After all, the Goddess is a sadist and derives her own pleasure by inflicting pain on others. Pain is defined as "the sensory sensation associated with actual or potential tissue damage." This can be accomplished by spanking, whipping, flogging, slapping, striking, biting, piercing, pinching, stretching, kicking, burning, and shocking with electrical instruments. The cock, the balls, the pussy, the breasts, the nipples, the ass cheeks, the asshole are all the Goddess's play toys to amuse Her and be abused. . 

For every action there is a reaction. This is what turns the Goddess on. It can take the form of screaming, yelling, squirming, wincing, grimacing, panting, gagging and crying, This is what the Goddess likes to see and hear. The Goddess is the conductor of a sado-masochistic symphony of moaning, screaming, and wailing. The Goddess is also an artist, adding color to the slave's canvas; redness, stripes, and bruises. The Goddess likes the slave's body decorated with intricate, colorful tattoos; metallic rings and studs; and elaborate rope macramé creating human works of art. Getting a visual or audible reaction out of Her slave is a source a pleasure for the Goddess and elicits Her devious smile and Her fiendish laugh. 

Pain is usually followed by comfort and reward. Fear of pain can intensify the sexual anticipation. Eventually, pain and pleasure come together and complement each other. Pain is sometimes associated with punishment, but it is also necessary for its own sake and to satisfy the sexual needs of the sadistic Goddess. The slave will go through catharsis and the Goddess is there to console, comfort, and compliment the slave after enduring the pain. The Goddess should provide positive feedback and reinforcement to the slave when they have pleased Her. At Her command, She should let them cum for Her. This will make the Goddess smile. 

The Goddess must be able to order Her slaves to do anything, no matter how painful, how nasty, how humiliating, and how degrading to prove their unquestioning devotion to Her. She must continue demanding that they do things that pass their own limits, as well as Her limits. As the Roman playwright Terence said in 163 BC, 

"Nihil humani a me alienum puto - Nothing that is human is alien to me. " 

How to fuck a slave

The Goddess loves to fuck Her slaves in the ass. The Goddess assumes the role of penetrator, never the receptacle. She is the one in control. The slave's asshole belongs to Her. The Goddess loves to turn an anal virgin into an anal whore. It may start with Her finger or a small butt plug and gradually, over time, She inserts larger items and dildos to stretch the anus open and exercise the sphincter. Then, the Goddess must fuck the slave in the ass with Her strap-on. The Goddess thrives on the power of penetrating Her slave, thrusting inside of the rectum, stretching the envelope, getting inside the body, the mind, the soul to become One. 

Of course, strap-ons, dildos, and butt plugs aren't the only things to put in their asses. The Goddess, however, must exercise restraint and caution not to insert anything that might cause damage or get lost up there. Certain fruits and vegetables are perfect for entering the anus. But the ultimate is the Goddess's hand, so that She feels the inside of the tight, tepid, tunnel and how it clenches Her hand as it contracts during orgasm, both male and female.  

For female subs and slaves, the Goddess must both fuck and fist their pussies. With Her strap-on, the Goddess can fuck a pussy several times over several hours with a dildo much bigger than the average male penis. The Goddess knows the power of the pussy: what it likes, what it can take, what it can do. The slave's entire body is the Goddess' instrument and She knows how to play it.

The Goddess must have access to all holes on a slave's body, including the peehole. The urethra, like the anus, is an exit and not made for entry, but the Goddess must penetrate all holes. The sight of the long thin metal rod sliding all the way in and out of the slave's penis is enhanced by the look of astonishment on his face as he watches the insertion and withdrawal. 

Concerning Oral servitude

The Goddess's beautiful body must be worshipped. The Goddess can allow some slaves to touch and even lick parts of Her body. The proper position for the slave while performing oral servitude is either flat on the back or kneeling before the Goddess. The Goddess's feet deserve special attention. The sole and the arch must be rubbed and massaged and the toes must be kissed, licked and sucked. 

Very special slaves are allowed to worship the holy asshole and the sacred pussy. This is a privilege granted to only a select few of the Goddess' favorite male and female slaves, but they must have the tongue talent to please Her. Swirling their tongues around the puckering anus, licking it and tickling it with the tip. Sucking the engorged labia lips, licking the blooming clitoris, swallowing whatever juices emerge, bringing the Goddess to Her own entitled orgasm. 

Concerning precious bodily fluids

Everything from the Goddess must be accepted by the slave, including Her precious bodily fluids. These are often dispensed as a form of humiliation, but can also be presented as a gift. The Goddess spits and drools into the mouth of Her slave. The Goddess also dispenses Her precious pee, Her golden nectar, Her vintage champagne into the mouth and on the body of Her slave as a form of ritual baptism and communion. When the Goddess says the word "open", the slave must open its mouth and swallow whatever goes in. There are other precious bodily fluids to be consumed, including a male slave eating his own mancum. This can be a hard limit for some males, yet he expects women to swallow his spunk. The Goddess teaches him what is good for the goose is good for the gander. 

How to turn a man into a slut

Once a Goddess has made a male slave suck Her strap on, take it up his ass, and eat his own cum, it is time for him to be Her sissy slut and take the real thing – the bigger the better. Sometimes this is part of the feminization of a male slave, dressing him up in slutty clothes, putting on lipstick and make up, and telling him to suck or get fucked in his ass pussy by a real man with a big cock. The Goddess will have cross-dressing and transvestite male slaves who especially enjoy this and want to show what a nasty cocksucker they can be. Or, the Goddess may invite a male slave to a pansexual play party, where no sexual acts are taboo. 

Beyond Good and Evil, Beyond pain and pleasure

There is a special relationship between the Goddess and Her submissive or slave. The term "slave" is, of course, an epithet – all commitment is voluntary and all servitude is consensual. The Goddess can ask and make Her slave do things they don't want to do, but must not do anything that would endanger the slave's physical, mental, or emotional health. One of the supernatural abilities of the Goddess is the power to read the slave's mind and know exactly what and how much each sub and slave can take. The Goddess knows when the slave is telling the truth and when a slave is just saying what the Goddess wants to hear. 

The Goddess is capable of many relationships and sharing Herself with many slaves and submissives. She will not abide any jealousy or possessiveness. Conventional morality does not apply to the Goddess. She decides what is right and what is wrong. She teaches Her slaves the values of gratitude, generosity, loyalty, tolerance, sacrifice, empathy, politeness, and humility, The Goddess does not let Her power to control go to Her head. She must remain benevolent and not be cruel unless it is part of the fantasy. She must remain grounded in reality and understand what is just fantasy. The Goddess controls the fantasy and uses Her imagination to keep it fresh and stimulating. 

The Goddess is superior to Her slaves and must live up to Her own high standards. The Goddess is the goddess of beauty. Her body is a temple to be worshiped and She must kept it in shape and attractive. She wears sexy shoes and outfits to display her dominant beauty. The Goddess is also the goddess of wisdom. She must stimulate and exercise Her mind as well as Her body. She must maintain knowledge and appreciation for culture, style, and the finer things in life. 

This discourse is intended as a guide to female domination and supremacy. It includes the commandments, the values, the attitudes, and the practices that make a mistress into a true Goddess. If you are reading this and you are a submissive or a slave, you are learning what it takes to serve a true Goddess. The Goddess trains you to perform, pushes you past your natural limits, challenges you to do better, and inspires you to do great things. As Nietzsche said "that which does not kill you makes you stronger." 

The End

Copyright© 2013 written by DJ King



The Goddess



I awoke to the sounds of the thunder crash from the storm outside and the limbs of that huge tree rattling in the winds. I'd been living in my new place for about a month now and it has been great except a few strange things, but otherwise good. It was just past midnight and I was not really awake but not totally asleep and as usual my mind was wandering between reality and dreams. I felt like someone or something was in the room with me like when I was a kid and I'd get out of bed and tell them to come out but nothing would happen. So now here I was facing this feeling again a grown man, I hate sleeping alone. 

I laid there now more awake and I could not shake the feeling of another presence with me, then I saw it. A form in the doorway to my bedroom was staring at me I sat up in the bed and looked back at it, then I asked.

"Who are you? 

I heard a giggle and it started moving toward me, I was getting frightened and I reached for the gun I kept near my bed when I heard a soft womanly almost ethereal voice say. 

"No need for that, I just wanted to meet you face to face." 

I turned the lamp on and saw the figure of a woman at the foot of the bed. 

"My name is Urd and your Jason, yes?" 

I asked...

"Why are you here? The doors are locked, how did you get in here? " 

She said,

"I told you I wanted to meet you silly, I've been watching you for a long time Jason. I wanted it to be now."

She leaned into the light so I could see her face, she was beautiful. Long auburn hair, dark green eyes, tanned complexion and beautiful deep pink lips that were smiling. She had on an oddly designed dark colored dress. When she sat on the end of the bed, and she started unbuttoning the top of it.

She asked,

"Do you find me attractive? Does this form please you?"

I was still kind of weirded out but she was very beautiful and I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her. I nodded my head yes feeling like putty in her hands. She took her dress off and her body was beautiful everything I've ever dreamed curves and proportioned like a dream. She got up and walked over to me and pulled the covers off me. I was scared, curious, and incredibly attracted to her. She threw one leg over my hips straddling me and now that she was close I could smell her sweet scent intoxicating, and feel the heat of her body, and the pressure of her weight pressing into me. She leaned in and kissed me, it was so sweet and gentle as she pressed my lips and worked her very long tongue past them probing my mouth as I reciprocated and felt my fear and apprehension wash away being replaced by lust and curiosity. She was grinding into me and I could feel myself getting very aroused. 

"Why me? What do you want with me Urd?"

I looked into her eyes but they had changed to a bright green color now, but I could not stop the lust building in me. She started to massage my penis spitting in her hand and rubbing it. She started to rub me on her. She was already wet and I asked if I could taste her. She stuck a finger inside herself and withdrew it and slipped it between my lips. She tasted so sweet and now I was truly not able to stop myself. She raised up and positioned herself so that what looked like a beguiling flower shaped vagina was right in front of my face beckoning me to come closer. I started licking her gently and sucking on her swollen clitoris as she squirmed and moaned. I started to slip my tongue inside her lapping at the wet juices flowing from her. The taste and smell were irresistible and she was holding on to the back of my head now with what felt like four hands. Grinding herself into my face and on my tongue. I was looking up in her eyes and noticed they were now a dark purple, I didn't stop but now this was not in anyway normal as if any of this had been but I did not care. 

"Urd I need you...please."

"Yes beloveded, will you give yourself to me?"

"What ever you want Urd...please."

Her eyes were now a very light blue color...

In one move she slid herself back on top of me and took me in her hand and slid me inside her. she wrapped her legs around me clamping and drawing me in closer. It felt so good, she was sitting on me now grinding into me it almost felt as if her pussy was doing most of the movement itself. Writhing and moaning she took me by the back of my head and we were kissing deeply again. I was looking at her tanned skin almost glowing now. I felt her holding me she was caressing my back and my face and holding onto my legs with ...four hands...I wasn't going crazy...well not completely. Her swollen breasts were pressing against me I looked in her eyes again and they were a golden color and I was feeling drunk. She was holding me up now in her arms, I could feel her pussy sucking at my cock it felt like heaven. She held my head straight and started to kiss me again as I began to come to my senses. I could feel her kissing me I was feeling drained and I loved it. I was spent and she laid me on my back and kept kissing and caressing me lovingly.

"Urd please...what are you? Why do I feel like I've known you forever?"

"I am a Goddess of love and fate, you have been so lonely that you needed someone and I have come to fulfill this need. I have been with you since you were a child" 

Pulling up from kissing me again. 

"There is a price however, some of your life force and your seed beloveded."

"Any price for you my love."

I laid there while she was on top of me still caressing me and feeling her warmth. I wondered how long this would last, and I really never wanted this to end. She was kissing my neck and said.

"if you wish for me to stay all you have to do is ask."

I touched her face and said.

"I would love for you to stay and let me be with you."

We held each other all night and into the next morning , she had returned to her original form and I asked her if she was going to be with me longer. 

"We will see, but for now I want your tongue again."

Of course I did as asked for my Goddess, I was willingly under her spell.



The Goddess Among Us



It was just another day, I was walking through the forest on my way to some assignation on the other side of the river. Nothing unusual, the forest was dark as ever, the clearings were far between, and around each one a few songbirds were doing their morning routines. My staff helped when I had to step over the fallen logs, and kept me from slipping on the moss, and the sack over my shoulder was light... after all, how much does a poet need to travel with? When the people are gathered in the mead hall, waiting to listen, there's not much beyond just one's presence and voice: no props, no instruments, just the ancient stories I learned long ago. It's an easy way to make a living these days. Life has been peaceful for years.

It does get a little quiet in the forest sometimes, walking for miles alone, and it's slow going. I was listening to the sounds of the woods: the birds, the squirrels chattering, here and there in the distance a dog barking near a cottage. There's never anything new. But then, I thought I heard a voice, a melody. I moved more slowly, I could actually make out a few words of sweet singing. A woman's voice, and a song I never heard before. I thought I knew them all, but this was something different, something ancient, I could only catch enough to tell it wasn't in any modern tongue. I stopped. I tried to listen, to hear where the voice was coming from. It echoed through the woods, but if I turned west I could hear it better. I walked slowly towards it.

Since the ground was covered with ferns, I knew I must be getting close to a clearing. Yes: ahead, a few rays of sunlight came down through the branches. The singing was clearer now, the voice louder. Strange: the birdsong had stopped. It was like the sparrows and warblers were listening to her sing. I slowed down, and looked around me. The clearing was just ahead. I crept closer, and bent low when I got to the tree line. Peeking around an old oak trunk, I surveyed the scene.

She was standing in the middle of a small circular meadow, with the sunlight falling all around her. It was so bright, my eyes seemed to deceive me, and I thought of moving back a little into the woods. But I was drawn to that voice, I almost couldn't resist leaning closer. But I didn't want her to see me, she might have stopped, or even run away.

And I didn't want her to run: she was lovely: dark hair down past her shoulders, her skin white in the sunlight, her lips as red as the blood of a raven. She was wearing a dark cloak, with a clasp in a style I'd only seen a few times, the kind old wise women wore when they were curing their patients with the herbs they grew. Such things aren't made these days, they're passed down from mother to daughter, this one must have been generations old. Is it true that they carry the magic of the women who've worn them, building through time? I don't know, all I could tell was that it showed two falcons wrestling, as if they'd clasped talons in flight. But I was much more interested in her song.

I nearly couldn't resist it. It drew me towards her, almost against my wishes. For the first time, I knew what the people gathered in the mead hall felt when I recited. Sometimes it seems as if my incantations overcome them, and there's nothing else they desire. There was certainly nothing I desired at that moment but to be closer to that voice. I walked, slowly, softly, closer. She didn't need to turn to see me. She just kept singing. It was like she expected me to be there, and coming from this direction. It seemed that was the point of her song, to bring me to her. And now that I was nearly there, it grew softer, but more intense, as if she were whispering to something deep within me. Her black dress was no more than a wrap, cinched with a wicca belt. Her boots were wrought deerskin, laced with leather. Above her knees to her thighs, nothing but white skin, and white skin where the wrap barely covered her breasts. I stood before her for a moment, her voice grew even softer. I sat down.

She never said a word. She never stopped singing, but now her voice was so low only I could hear it. Well, me, and the birds, and maybe the goddess, who knows? She first touched me on my shoulder, and that only to signal gently that I should lie down. I did: there she was, standing before me, her hair blocking the sun, making a near halo around her. That's when I noticed her eyes had changed color, now they were nearly as dark as her cloak.

The cloak came off then, and fell on the grass and flowers all around us. She unlaced her boots, and they fell next to the cloak. I lay there, watching and listening. She looked straight into my eyes as she unhooked her belt. The wrap opened slowly, the breeze pushed it open, almost as if the wind were undressing her. Her breasts were white in the sunlight, her nipples as red as her lips. Her waist: well, it was so small I felt I could wrap my hands around it, and have my fingers touch. And then, as the wrap fell, her hips were exposed, her thighs, the triangle of hair. But she didn't let her belt fall. She hooked it back around her waist. Then it was done: there she was, standing naked before me, blocking the sun as the light fell all around her, looking down at me, singing.

She knelt beside me, as one kneels who's about to touch something sacred. Her hair fell against my chest, her hand stroked my hair. I've never had a woman unbutton my shirt so gracefully: there was no passionate rushed fumbling, she was taking her time, she knew she had me as long as I could hear her voice. Even if I'd wanted to run, I wouldn't have been able to, and I had no thought of running, I just wanted to feel her hands touching me, to feel her breasts against my chest. But for that, I had to wait. My shirt was off, and she was working on my belt. She had me lift my hips, or she lifted them for me, I still don't know. She moved to unlace my sandals. And there I was, lying face up in the sunlight. Naked. And completely hers, as long as she sang.

And sing she did, a different song, as if she had gotten what she wanted, and was calling something or someone else to her now. It was a gentle chant, rhythmic, and I started to recognize it. I'd heard it many nights, when I crept out to listen to the circles of women who gathered and danced outside their villages in the moonlight. She was calling the goddess to her. It never worked for those circles of women, but I thought it just might work for her. She ran her hands over my chest while she sang. She kept her eyes on mine as her hands explored my skin. Slowly they moved down past my waist. Slowly, she started stroking me. Her eyes left mine then, and she watched her hand sliding up and down on me. She looked around the clearing, into the trees. Was she making sure no-one was around, or making sure someone was? Whatever she was doing, she must have been pleased. She leaned further down, and stopped singing just as her lips reached my flesh. Slowly, slowly she took it in her mouth. She was savoring every inch. A small breeze came up around us then, and she had me completely in her mouth and throat. She started her lips sliding slowly back up. I could feel myself growing, extending all the way. I lost track of time then, and even of where we were, or how I got there. All I knew was the sensation of her lips moving up and down on me, her hair brushing my thighs, her hands caressing my skin. Then she stopped, and lay down in the grass.

I wanted to reach over and touch her, but something stopped me. She was lying in the sunlight, naked, her legs open so I could see, her eyes watching me. She started with her breasts. Her hands ran over the delicate skin, her whole body trembled when she touched her nipples. She lingered on them a little while, and then one hand wandered down, over her hips, along her thighs, and then...

Then she looked in my eyes as she began to caress herself. Wet and open, her body shaking everytime she touched it, she reminded me of the sea, the waves going through her, the breeze blowing over her and me, me longing to dive in, but with something holding me to the shore, I watched and watched. Her hands were moving faster now, she was getting closer. One hand was on her breast, and she was looking at me as she concentrated on the warmth between her thighs. Her breathing slowed, her hands slowed, she was almost there, she closed her eyes, and came.

I thought she might fall asleep. I thought she might stand up and walk away, or that something unimaginable might happen. Instead, she opened her eyes, and moved back towards me. At last, she was there, her breasts pressing against my chest, her legs on each side of mine. She started singing again, a different song, a song of thanks and gratitude? Whatever it was, she was whispering it in my ear as she guided me into her. Slowly, gracefully, she pushed her hips down against mine, until I was entirely inside her, until she surrounded and consumed me. Then she started to move her hips in an ancient rhythm, the breeze growing stronger, the sunlight warmer as she brought her lips to mine. I could no longer tell where I ended and she started, or the other way around, or even if we were separate. It seemed we were one, and there was a third with us, or within us. My cock was hers, my arms were around her, and I drew her into my chest. Everytime she stopped kissing me, she started singing a moment, and then kissed me again. And the next time she kissed me, the singing didn't stop.

I could feel the breeze rising. It wasn't just a breeze now, there was a wind swirling around us. We moved in harmony, in unison, as one. The way a forest moves in waves as the wind goes through it, the way the lakewater waves move when the midafternoon gusts push them along the shoreline, the way clouds move across the moon on a summer's midnight. And then one can feel the dawn coming, the intensity of the coming light, the expectation, and then...

We came together, my body pulsing within hers, pushing waves inside the center of her being, then out through her. They seemed to go on forever, doubling back through me, and then gathering in her, and flowing out. When they finally slowed, someone or something seemed to caress us, the wind, flowing one last time around us, then moving away.

She rose. She looked at me, a long time. I wanted to rise, but had no energy left. She leaned down, and gathered up her wrap. She put it on, opening her belt and reclasping it. Then her boots, all the while looking at me. Last came her cloak, with the golden clasp of falcons. She held them for a minute, either to draw on the magic or just to make sure it was well locked. Then she turned and made her way to the edge of the forest, looking back only once before she disappeared and I fell asleep.



The Goddess & the Georgian Ch. 01



Eagerly, I scan the crowded airport terminal, searching for your familiar face. Your face, the face that I see in my dreams, in my imagination while I'm trying to concentrate on work, in countless pictures on my computer. Your face that I haven't yet seen in person, but am about to, at long last. After four long months of emails, IM conversations, webcam "dates", and phone calls lasting deep into the night, I am about to meet my love. 

I picture your face in my mind and sigh happily. You have the sexiest, laziest grin I've ever seen, absolutely fitting to your "Aw, shucks" sweet southern boy exterior, under which lies a deliciously wicked side. Your amazing blue-green eyes are the color of the Atlantic, and somehow both sleepy and intense, framed by outrageously long, thick black lashes. "Bedroom eyes," I told you, and we laughed together. I've imagined those eyes gazing down at me as you slowly slide into my welcoming wetness more times than I can count. 

The image takes my breath away for a moment, and I shake my head to clear it. I breathe deeply and concentrate on calming myself – it simply won't do to lose my composure here, waiting for you. I duck into a ladies' room to quickly check my appearance one last time, and am pleased by what I see: a striking and beautiful, tall, fat woman, with soft, feminine curves. My figure is large, but hour-glass shaped and proportionate. I have large, soft breasts, womanly hips, a smaller waist, and a large, round ass, perfectly displayed in the snug and short dark denim skirt I am wearing. My black top is low-cut, providing a generous view of my fair, freckle-sprinkled cleavage. My long red hair cascades in waves down my back and shoulders, my face is rosily flushed with excitement, and my blue eyes sparkle in anticipation. 

I exit the ladies' room and make my way back into the throng. I look around anxiously, hoping I haven't missed you, when suddenly my eyes find you, standing a mere 30 feet away. You haven't seen me yet, so I take a moment to drink you in. You're taller than I'd expected, or maybe your lean frame just accentuates your height. Your body is slim and defined, your arms and legs long, your shoulders broad. Your thick brown hair has been freshly cut, and you've grown a goatee. You know how a well-trimmed goatee turns me on, so you grew one for me. I'm touched by your thoughtfulness. Even in your simple jeans, black tee-shirt and jacket, you take my breath away. 

We've talked about this – I love you. I love you as a person, as a man, who you are, and I would love you and be attracted to you no matter what you look like. But truthfully, physically, you're my absolute ideal. The thought of your lean, hard, masculine body pressed against my soft, feminine one, your long arms wrapped around me while you fuck me gently, your slim hips nestled between my thighs...to me, you are perfection. 

I watch you scan the crowd, waiting for your eyes to rest on me. I don't have to wait long. You turn towards me, as if sensing my gaze, and your eyes meet mine. That lazy grin I so love slowly spreads across your face, and I feel myself smiling back. 

This is it. This is the moment. 

You pivot and walk towards me, never breaking eye contact. As you near, your eyes slide appreciatively down and back up my voluptuous body, and you lick your lips unconsciously. There is a momentary predatory flash in your eyes, like a wolf about to devour a sheep. My breathing quickens, and the butterflies in my belly flutter about madly. I am nervous, excited, and slightly smug in the way that only a woman in the presence of a man who wants her can be. 

You reach me, stop and stand before me. 

"Hey, Goddess," you say in your best Georgia drawl, grinning widely. "Hey, Georgia-boy," I answer, grinning back and blushing madly. We laugh at ourselves and any remaining awkwardness between us instantly dissipates. You drop your bag, reach for me, and say, "C'mere." I step into your welcoming arms and we hold each other tight. You feel perfect. Like...home. I can feel your heart pounding through your chest, and I whisper into your ear, "Finally..." My warm breath on your ear sends a jolt through you – I can feel it. You pull back slightly until our eyes meet, brush your hand against my cheek, and whisper, "I know, baby. Finally." With one hand tenderly cradling my face, and one behind my neck, you gently pull my face towards yours. Our lips meet, first softly and gently, then with increasing urgency as our lips part and our tongues slip into each other's mouth. I tighten my arms around you, and you press your hard body into my softness. We finally pull away from each other, aware that we're making somewhat of a spectacle. I giggle, and you chuckle. I take your hand in mine, you pick up your bag, and I say, "Let's go, love." 

We walk through the terminal hand-in-hand, making small talk and laughing and flirting together. 

We reach the parking garage, and through the thick sexual haze in my muddled head I manage to remember where I parked my Suburban, in an isolated corner. The lock on the driver's door is broken, so I use my key to unlock the passenger side first. I lean in to hit the "unlock" button for the whole car, and I feel your body right behind mine, leaning lightly against my ass. I freeze as you run your hands over my back, my hips, and growl, "You are even more beautiful and fuckable than I'd imagined, Goddess..." I whimper softly and squirm beneath your hands. You turn me around to face you, and I lean back against the side of the car seat. Immediately we lunge for each other and meet in a long, hot, wet kiss. Our bodies pressed together, your hands everywhere, skimming over my entire body, squeezing and caressing my soft curves. Your hands cradle my breasts, running your fingers over my nipples, feeling them harden under your teasing touch. I run my hands over your tight ass and squeeze lightly, feeling you tremble. I feel your cock pressed against my thigh, already hard and growing harder. I shiver, anticipating feeling you move inside me. 

Our tongues slide effortlessly in and out of each other's mouth, and I feel myself getting wet, my pussy growing hot with your proximity. "Wait," I breathe, and you reluctantly pull away. I boost myself up into the passenger seat, sitting sideways, and lean back and switch off the interior lights of the car. I start to get back down, but you stop me. "Stay right there, baby," you order, grinning at me wickedly. You place your warm hands on my thighs and lean in for another kiss. I oblige, and we kiss for a moment, your hands moving down to lightly run up and down my bare calves, before you move your mouth to my neck, kissing and licking and nipping at my delicate skin there. The sensation is exquisite, and I am lost...so lost that it takes me a few moments to realize that while you were loving my neck, your hands have crept up my calves and are now gently caressing my thighs, beneath my skirt. My eyes meet yours. I smile and ask, "What're you doing down there, baby?" "Mm...just exploring, Goddess. Relax," you reply, smiling back. Your long fingers dance across my flesh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. My pussy is gushing now from your attentions, and I feel myself start to dribble down my inner thigh. I lean back, throw my head back, and part my thighs widely for you. You laugh. "You're shameless; you know that, don't you?" I smile sweetly. "Yes. Please make me cum, baby." 

You make a growling sound deep in your throat – you love when I tell you exactly what I want – and you run your hands far up my inner thighs. I can see that you're loving the feel of my abundant soft flesh, and this turns me on even more. Your long fingers make their way to my barely-there lacy black thong, and you feel how hot and dripping wet you've made me through the fabric. You push the fabric aside and lovingly cup my pussy in your hand. "Ohhh..." I breathe in ecstasy, pulling my fleshy thighs apart even wider for you. You slowly run your index finger over my warm, wet center, then extract it from under my skirt. You place your finger in your mouth and run your tongue over my nectar, your eyes closed. "Mmm...you taste delicious, Goddess. I knew you would." 

You place your hand back beneath my skirt, between my thighs, and your skilled fingers begin stroking me, gently rubbing my labia, running over my wet slit, dipping into my pussy little by little, but avoiding my swollen clit. "Baby...I need...I need you...," I can barely speak, I'm so aroused. You laugh quietly – you know what I'm trying to say. You gently place your index finger right on my clit and begin rubbing in a slow circle. It feels amazing, and I know I'm going to cum very quickly. You push one finger into my snug pussy, then another, and slowly begin finger-fucking me with one hand while you caress my clit with your other. I pull my top down to expose my breasts in their lacy black bra and begin squeezing and stroking them, pinching at my nipples while you speed up your fingers moving in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to climax. 

"You're so hot," you murmur, as my greedy little pussy tightens around your hand. I'm breathing hard, and soft little moans of pleasure escape my mouth as I reach my peak. "Baby...oh yes, I'm cumming, baby!" I cry out, my thighs locked around your hands, your fingers buried in my pussy, my head thrown back in wild ecstasy as I buck around on your hands. You feel my pussy gushing all over you, and your cock spasms excitedly in the knowledge that in a few hours it'll be your hard cock getting coated in my juices. 

You lean into me, wrap your arms around my waist and watch me lovingly as I slowly recover and my breathing slows. I look down at you tenderly and take your face in my hands. I lean down and we kiss lazily for a moment. You pull a few inches away, look at me with your eyebrow raised, and say, "Well, damn. You really *are* a naughty fat vixen, aren't you?" I blush furiously and we laugh together. I start to slide down from the seat, intending to drive us home, when you stop me and say, "I don't think you're in any shape to drive, sweetheart." I agree gratefully, give you the car keys, and explain the simple route home. 

After all, I'd better get some rest for round two.



The Goddess & the Recluse



Note: Thanks to James Cody for translation. Very good work! 

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His name was Philips. Once, he had been part of society. Once, he had loved a woman named Sarah. Once, he ended her suffering before a terrible disease could destroy her. Now, having turned his back on the harsh judgments and prejudices of civilization, he lived the reclusive life of a hermit in lonely, peaceful forest.

His only regret were the delicate pleasures of the female form; many had crossed his path, but none more precious than Sarah. But that time had long since passed. Philips was in his thirties now, and though he had strong, toned muscles forged by arduous work and unique, wavy black hair and a frame well displayed by the torn, fitted shirts he wore day to day, his face was shadowed by sadness. Still, he remained a beautiful specimen of a man.

It was during one of his hunting trips that he discovered her, lying on the ground. She looked to be in her twenties. Philips noticed her injured leg and the haggard remains of her clothing; torn in this manner he couldn't help but notice her magnificent breasts, large enough to draw attention but small enough to fit in his hands. He hoisted her from the ground easily, but refrained from giving in to his instinctive impulses although her warm, yet injured, body was pressed against his.

He brought her to his small cabin where he gently deposited her on his bed. He removed her pants in order to properly treat her wounded leg, but the more he exposed the young woman, the more her beauty came to light. His hands trembled as he realized the perfection of her thighs and legs. And despite the scratches and scrapes that littered her flesh, her skin was soft and smooth. As he wiped her down, the contact of her skin ignited life in his cock. He smiled as he spied her torn panties, displaying for him pubic hair from her enticing pussy.

Once he was done cleaning her, he dressed in old boxer shorts and an old pair of pants. Then, he removed her shirt as he saw that her chest was injured as well. With the greatest respect, he delicately cleaned her lovely breasts and tight stomach. When he had to touch her tits in order to bandage a particularly nasty cut, the pressure in his cock grew unbearable. His only option was to undress and jerk off in front of her unconscious body. After he came, pleasure was replaced by guilt for having masturbated in front of her unknowing form. He had never been a rapist or a pervert, but the effect this goddess had on him was undeniable.

As the days bore on, Philips attentively washed her without undressing her; he only wished to maintain his angel's comfort. He spent his days inside, watching her sublimely subtle features as she slept. Drawn to her fine traits and sensual lips, he imagined her lapping at his engorged cock while he peered into her intense gaze, engrossed by her unrivaled sensuality.

She awoke while Philips was in his garden, harvesting vegetables for his meal. She was disoriented and frightened of this unknown place, but she moved quietly to explore the small cabin. From a window, she noticed an incredibly handsome man. His muscles rippled under his torn T-shirt as he stretched to his full height. She noticed how thin and robust he was; his days-old beard added to his rugged charm. His jet-black hair fell to one side of his striking face, and when he squarely looked at her, she was taken aback by his rough, sculptured features. She lost herself in his gaze: dark eyes full of regret, sadness, wisdom, and desire.

As he slowly approached the cabin, his tight jeans showed her the evident size of his maleness. He quietly sat her back down on the bed and gestured that she should stay there. Immobilized by shyness, she cold not ravage him as her desire cried out. Instead, they ate silently the excellent meal he had prepared. Never once did they break eye contact during the meal. Since he saw her awake, her almost surreal charm and beauty grew all the more irresistible. He wanted her even more.

Philips spent the rest of the day in the woods and when he returned, she'd fallen asleep. He laid down on the space on the floor next to the bed. When he awoke the following day, he felt her head on his chest and her legs intertwined with his. Her hand was on his erect cock, and he prayed that she would excitingly move her hand up and down its length. But the angelic beauty was sleeping, and Philips was trying to convince himself that he did not want her. He had to resist her divine presence. In truth, she was awake, but still frozen by timidity. Her disappointment when Philips put her on the bed was painful; why was he resisting her?

Philips was again gone for the day, and despite her injured leg, she went for a stroll in the forest. She followed a small river which flowed into a lake; Philips was there, bathing. She hid behind a bush to drink his nudity. Her eyes glided over his developed pecs, down his rip abs, pausing an instant to savor the hair on his chest and his total lack of fat. Then she saw his cock, the focus of so much of her desire. It was flanked by two powerful, hair-covered legs.

She floated towards him like a nymph, each step slow and graceful. As she sensuously entered the water, her tits swayed hypnotically in rhythm to her steps. They drew Philips hands like an erotic magnet. Her gaze was that of a sensual predator about to strike at its prey. As their bodies touched, all resistance Philips had crumbled and he gave into his instincts. His lips found her awaiting breasts and his fingers slid in to her wanton cunt. Intoxicated by his touch, she shivered and then gasped pleasure overwhelmed her.

She lasted like this for a few minutes before diving underwater only to resurface, slick with water and his engorged organ between her lips. She slid her tongue up his shaft to end with circular movements around the crown. She licked greedily at the drops of pre-come that escaped him. He massaged her breasts while she sucked him hungrily; their satisfaction was total. She released his member so she could kiss him violently without noticing his cock snaking its way in to her moist cunt.

She screamed in pleasure as his massive organ filled her to the brink. He drank the sight of her godlike body rocking to the movements of his love. She savored the taking of her virginity. He came at the moment she took one last deep breath, signaling the eruption of an earth-shattering orgasm. Till this beginning, their language had been silence.

"Again," she whispered.



The Goddess Ch. 01



Late home from work, he wearily walked up the path, desperately in need of some relaxation. The conference had been tedious – debating issues with stubborn, uninformed work colleagues was never easy. A hot coffee and a night in front of the TV was definitely a top priority.

He glanced at the upstairs windows and thought he saw a light flicker, but upon looking again it was gone. In fact, the house was in darkness… ‘That’s odd’, he mumbled to himself, thinking that she must be asleep already, and felt a momentary sadness that he had no company to wind down with.

With no outside light on either, he fumbled with his keys before finally finding the lock. Pushing the door open he placed his briefcase on the floor, reaching for the switch. At the same time he realised the light didn’t come on, he saw a lone candle on the hallstand…. and a piece of paper taped to the mirror above. Curious, he walked closer, loosening his tie and kicking off his shoes. He peered closer to read the note…. Upon which was a lone instruction. “Take a bath.”

He smiled to himself…. ‘Interesting’ he thought…. wondering what was in store for him tonight. Should he dare fantasise about lying naked in the tub, being bathed slowly and gently, her hand running up his inner thighs…..?

He laughed a little, thinking that he was getting ahead of himself here. His lover had never even been adventurous enough to join him in the bath, let alone try anything sexual in the same vein. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting in fall down his shoulders to the floor. His trousers and socks followed, a tell tale trail of clothes leading toward the bathroom door. 

Still in darkness, save for the lowlight of the candle, he pushed the door open, expecting his lover to be inside, waiting.

A lone candle lit the room, it’s flame reflecting on the tiled walls, creating a subtle warm glow. The room was empty, but the bath full, it’s perfume wafting to him, heady and arousing.

He carefully dipped one foot in, the warmth spreading up his leg, and he sighed audibly as he lowered his tired body into the pleasantly warm water. Eagerly awaiting what he imagined to come, he closed his eyes and inhaled. Relaxing his body as best he could…his fantasies already making him a little hard.

He peeked a look at his cock, rising just above the waterline, still resting on his belly and surrounded by foam. He closed his eyes again, imagining sliding it into his lover, slowly and deliberately…when a slight cold breeze drifted across his chest. His nipples hardened deliciously, and he heard the soft swish of clothing, the presence of his lover and the anticipation of what was to come making him slightly dizzy.

Dare he look at her? 

He wondered what she was wearing.

She was a curvy woman, always self-conscious of her body…undressing only in the cover of darkness. Little did she know that he craved to watch, her body a temple to him, her full breasts an altar at which he longed to kneel.

His thoughts were interrupted. Did she just whisper? Did he imagine her lips close to his ear? 

‘Keep your eyes closed’, she whispered once more as he felt her place her hands on his chest. A little disappointed, but not willing to disobey, he kept his eyes shut tight, hoping that she would allow him to look at her body in it’s full glory later. Her hands were soapy…sliding effortlessly along his body. They ran over his hard nipples, a wonderful dragging sensation which manifested itself in the slight twitching of his cock. 

She noticed.

Her hands drifted down over his belly and either side of his cock, in a deliberate firm touch ending up at his feet. 

He was in heaven as her hands massaged his insteps, his achilles, and up to his calf muscles. At that moment, he was sated. He smiled to himself. A leg massage had never felt as erotic. Now, her fingers explored his inner thighs and his legs parted subconsciously to allow her room. His cock was unashamedly hard, not even feeling the cold air as it rose even more above the water. 

Suddenly he felt a heat…. her breath on his cock. The slightest touch of her lips. He groaned aloud. His hips bucked a little but met nothing as she moved out of his reach. He was in a delicious agony as her hand pressed his cock down hard against his belly.

Finally… a firm touch to calm his throbbing member, which he was finding harder to control. She began stroking with her palm…. down from the head and over his balls, all the way to his ass. He gasped. He’d always wanted her to touch him there, but was too afraid to mention it. Her soapy finger circled his hole ever so gently…and his head spun. All the sensations were rapidly consuming him, and he would cum quickly if he didn’t tell her to stop. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt her move away. Bereft, he opened his eyes. 

His mouth gaped open.

He was stunned into silence.

He couldn’t utter a single word, his mouth suddenly dry.

She stood there beside the bath, her breasts spilling out over a corset. A black, satin corset. Her curves accentuated even more. She stood proud and unashamed. He suddenly knew she was in control, and he would do anything for this goddess. She smiled, but it was a wicked smile. A promise of more to come.

He was still transfixed.

She ran her hands slowly over the top of her breasts…throwing her head back to reveal her porcelain colored décolletage. He ached to kiss her neck and down to the top of her corset, where her nipples rested just below the satin. His eyes grew wide as she lifted one leg up onto the bath. Stockings and suspenders came into view, along with a black g-string that showed enough of her pussy for him to know she had shaved. All of it. 

She lifted herself up onto the bath, and positioned herself over him, one leg on each side. He looked up her body, from her legs to her pussy and up over her curvy waist to her amazing breasts, so full her face wasn’t quite visible.

‘What next’, he thought. 

So many sensations coursing through his body he had no time to focus on just one. 

His hand involuntarily reached for his cock.

His movement was noticed and her stockinged foot came down onto his hand midway down his belly. 

He knew to stop, but when she breathlessly said ‘If you touch yourself, I shall have to spank you later.’. he didn’t know just what to do. “Spanking?” he thought….. This was rapidly becoming the most exciting night of his life. He knew then, that at some stage he’d certainly be touching that cock, for a spanking was just what this naughty boy needed. Still looking up at her, he saw her hands move, sliding down over the corset and into the top of her g-string.

‘Oh God’, he said aloud, as he watched her fingers move under the lace. She pulled the g-string to one side, letting him see her smooth slit. Pre-cum slid out of the head of his cock, and pooled at the base. Guttural murmurs leaked from his lips. 

The Goddess held apart her pussy lips with one hand, and her other fingers slid either side of her clit. She used them to pinch her clit up…. bringing it into full view, the small hard bud that he desperately wanted to suck, tempting… teasing him.

She moaned to herself as she flicked her clit gently, and he saw a small drop of wetness glisten at her opening. She reached down, and with one finger, dipped it into the moisture… bringing it up to her chest.

Her hand reached into the corset, and pulled one breast above it. The nipple was hard already… and he knew she was as turned on by this as him, which was more arousing than anything else she’d done. Her finger rubbed the pussy juice around her nipple and he groaned once more. 

Would she?

Could she?

‘Yessssssssssssssss’ escaped from his lips as she brought her nipple up to her mouth to suck it. She devoured her taste, the sucking noises making his balls tighten as blood coursed through his cock. There was no way he could ever be any harder.

She looked down at him and smiled, that wicked, evil smile that he would come to know meant that she wanted to ‘have’ him. Whenever. Wherever.

Her g-string slid down her legs, and she lifted one foot, then the other, before throwing it to the floor.

She stood above him. Her sweet pussy in full view. The most beautiful and sexy sight he’d ever see. 

All for him.

…and then….

On that hard cock of his he felt a trickle at first. Then like rain, he felt the wetness stream from her, falling onto his hard cock like small explosions. He lifted his hips out of the water to feel it run down over his balls. 

“Oh

My

God”

He HAD to cum…nothing could stop him now… He didn’t even need to stroke himself…something that hadn’t happened in years. Creaming your jeans was for horny teenagers, not a sexually jaded man in his 30’s. 

The cum spurt from him, all the way up his chest and onto his chin. The force of it making him reach down to cup his balls, his legs turning to jello. His eyes still fixed on her dripping pussy…his mind still reeling, disbelieving that all this had happened to him. His breaths hard, his heart pounding.

She stood there. Watching as he came. Her clit tingling as she watched the stream from his cock land on his chest. She wanted to lick his cock clean, but there were many other things she had in store for him tonight, and serving him was not one of them. This was only the first orgasm planned for him tonight……

“Lick me clean” she ordered.

(To be continued)



The Goddess Ch. 01



prelude

The Church of the Sacred Light, the iron fist that keeps the Empire in control of its people. Keeping the everyman in place. The Church's laws acting as the foundation of the Empire's government. Its dogma keeping them in fear. The Church and the Monarch a marriage that has ruled the people's lives for hundreds of years. And when there is a threat to this communion the elite holy Knights, The Shining Blades fight it back. The most powerful in battle and the most devout to the faith of the Shining Blades was Zion.

Threats like The Evil warlock Zoloumbur, whose immoral, and outlawed dark magic was more powerful than anything that had been seen in the Land for generations. His army of orcs, trolls, giants, and other uncivilized races combined with the masses of vile creatures he summoned from the flames of Phloghetous themselves had been laying to waste the outer villages for months. He set out to take over the Empire in the name of his dark lord, and he had almost succeeded, until the day he meet Zion and the Shining Blades on the Field of battle. It was Zion that brought the warlock to his fate, but not without a price. Many of Zion's brothers were killed, His most prized shield destroyed during the battle, his sword, as legendary as he was, lost. 

It is the night after the decisive battle. The sheep rest knowing that their borderline tyrannical and theocratic government has kept them safe once again, not a free thought in their minds. Yet, a new threat is about to bring life into an old dark power in the name of shaking the status-quo, with hopes of toppling the antiquated way of life, all the while bringing the self-righteous to their knees. 

CHAPTER 1

He went into the tavern, not to drink, for the consumption of alcohol was frowned on by the church, and forbidden for the Shining Blades. He was not even there to interact with the other patrons, for he would not be caught dead interacting with drunkards, but he was there just to be around the everyman, to be alone, without being lonely. He ordered a large glass of milk and sat down at an empty table. 

He scanned the room; the tavern was crowded, but he only took notice of one. A woman with long raven hair. A perfect black, she had a tall cup of expensive Elven wine in her hand that matched her bold blood-red lips. He could not tell much of her figure, her dark clothes were not form-fitting and bedsides, he was a Shining Blade, staring at a woman's body was below him. What he could notice were piercing ice blue eyes. Chilling blue eyes that were looking right at him. He became uncomfortable. Nervous, he cleared his throat as he fidgeted in his creaky wooden chair. She got up from her table and began to move towards him like a hungry lioness that just found its next meal.

Without a word she pulled out a chair from the table at which the knight was sitting and sat down, wine still in hand. From a distance he thought her hair was black as a raven's feather, but up close he noticed the hints of dark blue, which only served to increase the beauty of those eyes. Blue like crystal waters, the kind of waters that on a hot day you just wanted to strip and dive into. Her ample bosom was fully covered, not a bit of skin was showing, but that did not stop the weary warrior from gazing at them. She softly cleared her throat. He thought she would be offended, but she was smirking. 

He tried to speak to her "Uh. Greetings. I am, ahh." 

"Zion the pure," she interrupted "Zion the Brave, Evil's Bane, Guardian of Justice. Protector of the Light. And now 'The Warlock Slayer" her voice thick with false admiration "Tell me, how do you keep all those ridicules titles straight?" She asked with a cruel smirk on her wine stained lips.

"I...I... I have earned them." finally recovering from the daze that her beauty had left him in, now that he felt her attacking his honor "For each title there is a story of heroism and bravery." She was disinterested, and once again cut him off.

"Mmhm, that's nice. Answer me this Zion the pure, is it true that The Shining Blades take vows of chastity?" her foot brushing the inside of his leg.

"Um, ahh. Y..yes. It is." why was he stammering, he thought to himself, he knew the answer to that question.

"How dreadfully dull." she replied with a look on her face that he could not read.

"Dull? My life has meaning, joy, and fulfillment. And I have accomplished all that without ever touching a woman." he stated proudly. 

"So you do it with each other then?" 

Of course not!" he exclaimed, insulted. "How outrageous! Have you come here just to insult me?"

"Perhaps." 

Her demeanor went from playful, amused, and smug to something far more serious and sinister. "Oh yes, I know your organization's position, and I know how it has used its 'Shining Blades' to punish the innocent, and even ending the lives of some, just for loving someone." Her finer circled around the edge of her glass.

"It's unnatural." 

"Oh trust me, there are more unnatural things that are far more dangerous for you to be worried about. Have you ever heard of The Sisterhood of Winter'?" she asked taking a sip.

"They were a group of sorceresses before the Golden Era of the Church of Light started, they were man hating, they sought to bring and rule a matriarchal society with the power of their darkest of magic."

"Silly boy, they didn't hate men. They just felt them inferior."

"Did you just call me 'boy'? Do you have any idea who I am?" Arrogance and insult thick in his voice. 

Her look became gentle and sweet, and she softly grabbed his arm "Oh I'm sorry, all I wanted was to bring this to the attention to the most powerful, most holy knight in all the land. The one man who I know is going to play a pivotal role in all of this. After all, it was the Shining Blades that brought those evil women to justice last time"

"It is alright." Too pleased with himself and his Order to pick up on the irony in her voice. "Now tell me of these rumors."

"Oh I'd love to." She looked around and then whispered "But not here, too many prying ears. I have bought a room upstairs, join me." Not a request. A statement, an order, and one that he followed without question. He followed her up the stairs to her room, his eyes on her swaying hips, thinking thoughts that his god would be ashamed of. Though her top was loose fitting, she did not wear a skirt, but tight leather pants An elven style, something that the conservative women of the area would not dream of wearing. 

The door shut behind them. She sat stretched out on the edge of the bed. Legs crossed, arms behind her, arching her back, putting her perfectly shaped, large, yet fully covered breasts on display.

"Disrobe." She told him. One thousand voices in his mind screamed and told him to run, to flee from the temptation. But one look at her and all those voices ceased. He trembled, but did as she said. First his cloak, the Crest of the Shining Blades proudly embroidered on it in gold, then his shirt, his trousers, every article of clothing until he was down to his undergarments. It was her turn to drink him in, her eyes going over every perfectly toned muscle. She bit her lower lip, and motioned for him to remove the last bit covering his nakedness. 

"No, of course not." She said to him comfortingly as she got up from the bed and moved towards him. Then in one swift motion that the knight hardly saw, let alone could do anything about she grabbed a long knife that she was hiding, strapped to her inner thigh and with one quick twitch of her wrist the only garments left on him were cut and slipped down his strong legs fully revealing himself. She looked down and smiled, then she let out a slight giggle, which quickly evolved into harsh and full blown laughter. "How disappointing" she managed to get out. "Predictable too. I always knew that you 'Shining Blades' all had tiny cocks."

He opened his mouth to argue but had no words. 

"Do you object? have you seen many cocks of your fellow knights?" She regained control of her demeanor still gazing at the holy knight's short sword, "I've seen smaller, not many but I have seen smaller. Then again I've seen so many more so much larger."

"Can we still?" He stopped, too ashamed to finish his question.

"Can we still what?" She burst out once more in a cruel laughter "You thought I was going to let you touch me with that insignificant thing? Look at you in a cheap, shady room of a tavern. You have exposed yourself to a women whose name you do not even know thinking she would pleasure you. Tisk, tisk. Hardly sounds like the behavior of a Shining Blade. Especially when you find out who and what I am."

"What do you mean 'Who and what you are'?" the knight asked, naked and confused. 

"Still have not figured it out yet?" She lowered the neck of her top right, revealing the mark of a snowflake right before where those mounds of flesh he was so desperate to see began. 

The paladin gasped in disbelief, "No, you can't be, they were all wiped out!"

"Murdered you mean. Regardless I told you that I had news of their return."

"This was all a trick, a trap. You knew that I could stop your plan of restoring your evil cult, you even said about me "playing a pivotal" role in it all. I could slay you right here on the spot, and put an end to all of this right now." His forehead was covered in beads of sweat as his eye frantically searched for his new sword.

She laughed, her joy feeding off of his distress. "You are so frightened. I have not even done anything to terrify you, yet." With a rise of her hand, he found himself in the air. "Taste my power you pompous little prick." she flicked her wrist and he was tossed onto the large bed. Before he could blink she was on top of him. Her knees placed on either side of his waist. She pinned him down with ease. With all the strength he could muster he tried wrestling her off but he could not. There was something supernatural about it, as if she had summoned chains forged from the fires of hell to tie him down. Nonetheless, he fought and struggled until he had no strength or energy left in his body. 

Are you done now?" she asked when he stopped squirming. Her hands ran up and down his body, feeling every muscle. Her eyes for a brief second betraying her as they soaked in every inch of his statuesque figure, she whispered softly to the point that he was almost unable to hear "Magnificent." 

"What do you want from me?" He panted, his large brown eyes revealing his vulnerability as he looked at her in fear and awe. 

"I am a very busy woman, with a lot to do." She said looking down at him, her hands still softly running along his chiseled chest "And with many enemies. As you can see I have the ability to take care of myself, but I hate drawing unwanted attention and magic scares the narrow minded halfwits that inhabit and control this Empire, I could use someone skilled with a blade to act as my body guard and servant. I would like you to accompany me on my journeys, doing the assignments that I give you without question." 

"I...I cannot do that. I am a Shining Blade, I belong to the Empire and the Church of the Sacred Light. I have taken oaths." 

Feeling another long winded speech coming on she brought it to a halt by bewitchingly whispering in his ear. "Then break them." She softly touched his forehead with her fingers and visions came to his mind. Everything he knew that one could do with a woman, and so many more that he did not, rushed to his mind, his small member, which had already been hard, was now pulsing, he felt that he was about to explode , then the visions sharply faded as she let go of his mind.

"Deny your way of life" she whispered in his ear again "your virtues and vows. Deny your god. And everything you just saw may come to pass."

Though his body had been exhausted of stamina, his will still held firm, if at least for the moment. "I will do no such thing, you vile temptress, you cannot break me."

The Sorceress smirked "Oh how I do love a challenge. It just makes my sure victory all the sweeter." She touched his forehead in the same way and more visions entered his mind. Visions of her teasing and tempting him with her perfect body but never giving him a touch or taste, delivering blows to his member, leading him around on a leash like a mule. Her exposing his 'short comings' in front of other women who were almost as beautiful and vicious as her, beating him with rods, whips, spat on him, the pain and humiliation causing him to fall to his knees and weep. She then shook him from the visions as she grasped his balls. With her other hand her fingernails ran down his solid chest, like diamond cutting a stone, and he cried out in pain. She raked his chest over and over leaving red trails, in spots even blood.

"Oh god" he cried out. 

"God?!" she clamped his balls in her hands, again proving to be so much stronger than she looked, "there is no god." her grip tightened "only your Goddess." 

She got up from the bed and began to walk towards the door. He was speechless, his eyes again on her hips. She turned her head, the look she gave him burned a hole in him and froze him all at the same time. "Did I give you permission to stare?" she said in a harsh tone that stung worse than the scratch marks. She turned around fully and motioned for him to follow her with her fingers. He was afraid to find out what would happen if he listened to her, but he was even more afraid to find out what would happen if he didn't. He followed suit, and once again stood before her naked. She was the same height as the paladin, but somehow it seemed that she always looked down at him, and he up at her.

She pointed at the floor in front of her. "Kneel."

"I am a Shining Blade." He said desperately trying to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity "I only kneel for my Emperor, The High Priestess, and my God." She sharply kneed him in the fork of his legs, and with that the proud knight fell to his knees before the dark sorceress. 

"Close your eyes" she ordered him, and of course, he did. He could hear the snap of her undoing her Elven Leather britches followed by a sound that he had never heard as she let out a soft moan, and another snap. "Open your eyes, and look up." from the moment he had laid eyes on her he always thought her beautiful and somehow terrible, but seeing her from this angle added so much to both elements. "Open your mouth." his jaw dropped like it did the first time he saw the swaying of her hips. "Take part in my communion, Taste your new addiction." She said as she placed two of her fingers in his mouth. "Suck." She did not have to tell him, he already was, making sure he got every bit of her nectar. "Good boy." She responded, pleased.

She walked around him apprising him like one would a farm animal about to be purchased. "Seducing a Paladin is fantastic enough, in fact it has become a sport among us more promiscuous women to unsanctify you lot." In front of him again she muttered other words, softer, yet harsher. He had no idea what they were but they instilled a gut wrenching fear in him. The fear quickly grew even more so when he saw that growing from the sorceress, Eldritch energy in the shape of a cock, three times as long as his, and twice its girth was now protruding from her. "But the fact that I am going to fuck you in your ass, before that little sorry shriveled excuse for a cock has ever found a cunt to dissatisfy or even a mouth for that matter." She began to stroke the abomination, and let out a soft moan "Well, that just makes my cock throb." He wanted to scream in terror yet not a sound came from his lips, but really there was no need, his eyes did all the screaming for him.

"Do you like it?" she asked still stroking it. "I knew you would. There are many Shining Blades that love to be pegged, and many powerful women willing to do so. Poor girls though, they use fake cocks made from such things as stone or ivory. They do it for the feeling of empowerment. They get off solely on that, but me, with this I get the same pleasure from using this as you would" She stopped herself "Excuse me, as a real man would using his." With her power she once more lifted him up and tossed him around, this time bent over the foot of the bed, she walked over and swatted at his ass with her unholy strength. 

"Oh how I would love to fuck you this way, just to pound it into you that I am the Alpha, and you, are the bitch. But no, not this first time." she pulled him up, turned him around, and pushed him onto the bed. "I want you to spread your legs for me," The same force that pinned his hand down before maneuvered his hands by his head once more, his feet flat on the bed, knees pointed up in the air, his legs separated far enough to cause pain in his groin. "I want to take you like a blushing bride, like the prudish virgin you are. Most of all though, I want to see the fear and pain in your eyes." She got on her knees between his legs and teased his hole with her cock. His entire body grew tense "Do not clench, it will just make the pain even worse. On second thought, clench all you wish." he wanted nothing more than to scream in fear. He had fought orcs, trolls, giants, held his own against entire armies, by himself had even slain a dragon, all without fear. This though, this was too much for his will. Finally the sorceress grew bored of the teasing, and thrust her cock, penetrating him for the first time. His eyes widened, he gasped in pain, she gasped in pleasure, and let out a soft moan. "Mmh~. There are very few things as delectable as sticking your cock into a virgin asshole."

She was unforgiving as she pounded away, but even though she was hard on him, the pain and shock began to be overtaken by a new sensation, one so strong he could not deny it, even though he knew it was wrong. Pleasure. She violated him, over and over, with each deep penetration he forgot about the vows he had taken, the scriptures he had memorized, he forgot about the empire, the church, The Shining Blades, and even his god, the only thing that mattered was her. At first his gaze was on the way her covered tits bounced as she relentlessly plowed into him, then his eyes found something even more erotic, those eyes. The sounds coming from her lips a hypnotic melody of moans and as it kept going, evolving screams. He surrendered. "Oh Goddess~" he yelled, giving the dark enchantress' mind and body what it needed to reach euphoria, the symphony coming from her lips arriving at the zenith of its crescendo, and then all at once coming to a stop. Her body collapsed on top of his for a brief second, but she soon regained composure. She got up, her magical member now gone, and like before took a few steps to the door and then turned around.

"Now let's try this again" She motioned with her fingers for him to come towards her, and he did. He stood before her, his eyes not even being able to meet hers. "Kneel." He complied. Not a word of all that "I only kneel for my Emperor, The High Priestess, and my God." talk from before. He bent his knee to her eagerly. 

"Abandon your duties as a Shining Blade. Turn your back on your god. Follow, pleasure, and serve me. Build a new life out of doing my will."

"Yes, My goddess."

"Good, I knew I could get you to see things my way." She glowed in victory. 

"Yes Goddess." a strange impulse had crossed his mind, on that he was begging to give into "May I kiss your feet Goddess?" he asked meekly.

"I did not tell you to, but the fact that you asked shows promise. You are not allowed to touch my body without my order, or permission. I was going to tell you the same about looking, or even thinking about it. But really if you do it will just make things more difficult for you, look all you want. Think about it, and want it all you like. But yes my pet, you may kiss my feet."




The Goddess Ch. 01



"Thank you Goddess." he said as he gave into his impulse. There was no turning back anymore, this action cemented her victory over everything he had stood for only a few short, yet life changing hours ago. She basked in it. Taking in every moment that his lips touched her boots.

"I'm getting tired, close your eyes." She ordered him. He did and in that moment he knew exactly what was going on. She was disrobing, right before him. He wanted nothing more than to open his eyes and take in her beauty in full. His eyes longed to be open, they thirsted for it. But his goddess had given an order, and obeying his goddess was the only thing stronger than his desperate temptation. He heard her move around, get onto the bed. "Open them." Blankets now covered her body. He had yet to see an inch of her skin. "It's time for sleep pet."

"Confused?" The only response he could give as a nod. She laughed. "I'm not sure what is smaller, your cock, or your mind. A perfect Goddess should be firm, yet soft." She cupped and kneaded her breast through the blanket "Like other things in life." For a moment she got lost in feeling, her own eyes shut, giving off soft moans. The fallen paladin thought about how desperately he wanted it to be his hands, his eyes widened, and jaw began to drop. She stopped and opened her eyes, "Close your mouth, and get over here."

They lay down next to each other, such an innocent thing yet still he could not stop thinking about how few layers separated his cock from her body, or how close his hand was to touching her breast.

"Touch them in the slightest during the night and I cut off your hands." once again reading his thoughts. "Also," she turned to face him and grabbed his balls. "If it becomes a nuisance again, I will lock it in a cage. If it's still causing problems I will hack it off. I've done it before." she said with the sweetest of smiles on her lips.

"Done what before Goddess?" he asked, almost afraid of her answer. 

"Removed a man's manhood. You boys take so much pride in those silly things. The devastation even the idea of losing them causes you is so delectable. "She kissed him on the forehead, sweetly. "In fact, turn around. There we go, much better." They switched positions. He could feel her chest pressed up against his back, her hands exploring his hard muscles. "Not to mention if the mood strikes me during the night I can always summon my cock and fuck you while you are helpless. When it comes to me, you are always going to be helpless. Sleep well, pet."

"Sleep well, Goddess." She quickly drifted into sleep. He was not so lucky. On top of the fact that his cock was still hard since the moment he laid eyes on her in the tavern, his mind was flooded. He wondered about the consequences of his actions, he knew what the penalties were for quitting the Shining Blades. "Turn your back on your god" One of the commands she gave. Was she worth it was one girl worth all the damnation he was about to invite on himself. He felt her hand run through his hair. Yes, yes she was. With that he took comfort in the arms of his Goddess, and drifted into sleep.



The Goddess Ch. 01



Aeons ago gods and goddesses alike lived among the humans. For many centuries they all lived peacefully side by side, but humans grew jealous of their power, to the point of claiming them to be devils you had come to steal humanity's souls. Religions began to follow the drug induced beliefs of a certain J.C (I'll give you one guess who it was), and they began to support those who accused the gods and Goddesses of being guilty of witchcraft, leading many witch hunts in the hopes of burning one at the stake. Many innocents died during the hunts, while the Gods fled to their home above the clouds, where no human would find them. All except one.

The Goddess of love, Aphrodite remained as she believed that they would never find her, and, as her name suggests, she loved humanity. She remained to try and keep humanity's hearts filled with love, but found that their lust for power, and man's need to dominate the females, corrupted their hearts, and buried the pure love that she embodied. Soon her power began to fade, as did her life. In her final moments however, Aphrodite took what little of her true power remained, and placed it within a statue dedicated to her, located in Greece. Then the Goddess of love faded forever from this world, leaving behind that small part of herself, in the hopes that she who discovers it would use it wisely. Thus the time of harmony ended and wars tore the world.

Over the centuries and millennia humanity's dependence on religion decreased, however as it did their reliance on technology practically took over their lives. Religion was often the sole cause of wars, however it was humanity's need to become more powerful, that led to even greater death and destruction. They sought to hold the power of the Gods, they built atomic bombs, nuclear weapons, believing that they would end all war. All they did was bring further death upon the world.

The various Gods and Goddesses who had fled Earth so long ago, watched these atrocities as they unfolded. And, as time went on, they grew to hate the humans, no longer desiring to return to the planets surface and live amongst them once more, now they desired only to see them destroy themselves. Watching it as though it were a reality TV show, sometimes even whispering into the minds of humans to make them instigate a war. As time passed they failed to notice their palace crumbling around them, as their hatred for those they were once meant to protect and cherish, turned their hearts to blackened ice. The Gods faded as the twentieth century drew to a close.

However small parts of their spirits remained and descended to the Earth. There they laid dormant for many years, scattered across the globe, waiting, like Aphrodite, for someone to find them and use their power. Stories were told of this, many set out to try and find these remnants of the Gods, but none did, often wasting their lives away in the vain hope that these rumours were true, and that they could wield the power of Gods. Do they exist? If so would they be discovered? Only time will tell, yet in the fourteen years since then, no one has found these remnants, nor have there been any solid information about them. It's safe to assume they are...

"No more than myths." Laura said and looked around the classroom, trying to gauge people's reaction to her writing. Many raised their hands, and she sighed. She knew the ones who had raised their hands were religious fanatics and would only reprimand her for spewing blasphemy.

"This piece is set in a fictional universe that has no definitive link to our own." She stated in response to their unspoken questions. The hands went down immediately.

Ever since she turned seven, Laura had been writing these types of stories. In the twelve years since then, she had been called an amazing writer by some, mostly teachers, and a worthless hell spawn by others, usually those that followed religion. She had nothing against religion personally, but as she looked further and further back, it almost always seemed that people's beliefs are what led to some of the largest wars in history. Terrorists often stated that the reasons for their attacks were religious ones. Faced with this evidence, Laura decided at the age of sixteen, to never devotedly follow a religion. She believed in higher powers, but only because it made it easier to explain how they came to be, scientists had explained that they had evolved over the course of time, but that didn't explain how the universe was formed. The idea of a higher power creating it was easier to believe.

As a young girl Laura had been enthralled with the teachings of certain religions. Their principles seemed so right, yet some of the acts the religion had committed over the centuries had frightened her, no religion seemed right. They all disagreed on whose god was right, and then wars are started because of it. Laura often found it impossible to believe that an organization that preaches love and peace, and that god loves each and every one of them, could also believe that murdering people in his name was right. As such Laura stayed clear of religion.

She lived in Alabama, USA. A place where religion was practically law, and that's how her parents saw it too. They treated her like an outcast in her own home. What happens to a child when her own parents can barely stand to be seen in public with her? She turns to the somewhat darker side of the world, wearing band t-shirts, short skirts, though in Alabama they only seemed to sell knee length ones, so she ordered them online, without her parent's knowing, though she assumed that even if they did they wouldn't care. She still wouldn't go too short, as that would reveal her deepest darkest secret, and one that had been kept for nineteen years. Laura was a natural born hermaphrodite.

Despite the online popularity of people with both genders, Laura never revealed it to anyone. As she grew that became harder and harder, as puberty struck, her hormones went haywire, her breasts grew faster and bigger than other girls her age, her cock followed suit, becoming as big as a pornstar's, even when flaccid. She had taken to tying it to her thigh with rope to keep it from people's view, but sometimes her thoughts would turn impure, and she rushed to the toilets. Having been raised in a heavily religious environment, Laura was taught very little about her body. Being told that to pleasure oneself was to dirty themselves. Despite not believing most religions, she was raised on that mind frame, and couldn't shake it.

As such when her mind turned to impurity, she could only run and hide in the girl's rest room, and wait for it to go away. As of late however, it had become increasingly harder, as the organ's full size grew exponentially, reaching her chin and becoming thicker than her wrist upon reaching it's full size. Aside from that the urges to masturbate had become almost unbearable. She had often caught her hand reaching for it, as though of it's own accord. Then the dreams started; each day she would wake to find her phallus at full mast, or her sweatpants soaked with it's orgasm. Despite the horror she would feel at seeing this, she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought as well.

Laura had grown to become a 'sinfully' beautiful woman. The twin hormones in her body had completed their war once she reached the age of 18, and they had both done admirably. Her curvy body was envious to say the least, her ample bust measuring at 36E, her trim waist of 28'', that flared out into 42'' hips, which tapered nicely into lush thighs, and long legs. Her full lips were naturally glossy, high cheekbones glowed with health, and her large sapphire eyes were hypnotic. A cascade of auburn hair fell to her waist.

Her male hormones had done their part as well. There were no real signs of masculinity to be seen on her, except the well toned biceps and abs. Anyone who saw her knew she exercised regularly. Though they never seemed to care about that, only the result, as her breasts seemed to defy gravity, remaining deceptively perky, even without a bra, and her tight butt, which filled out her clothing nicely. As time went by Laura began to notice the lustful stares of men as she walked past. It bothered her, it felt like they were undressing her before their eyes, yet when she saw women doing it, it didn't seem to bother her in slightest. Curiosity got the better of her and for the first time she looked up pornography.

She had hacked her parent's internet blocks, allowing her full access. Then she typed in the one word that she had heard from time to time: Porn. Hours later Laura was still looking through videos, quickly learning what act was what, and finding that she couldn't enjoy normal pornography, yet she had felt her body get hot watching two women touch each other so indecently. They were referred to as Lesbians. A term unheard of by Laura, but it soon became what she associated with herself. She knew her parents would probably kick her out of the house if they found out, so she kept it a secret from everyone, while secretly lusting after the cheerleaders, or various other women. This was one year ago, just before she entered college.

Laura had been working hard over many summers. Trying to save enough money to leave her parent's when she turned eighteen. She decided to go to a college with dorms, as that would cut her living costs, and then, on the day she was set to leave her parents for that new world, she told them. Their reaction was what she had expected, they yelled at her, saying that Satan would claim her soul, and how indecent it was. That was also the first time Laura used a swear word around them; telling her father to fuck off. The word felt deliciously dirty on her tongue and she left with an honest to god smile on her face.

Now she was in her second year. She had struck a deal with the Principle to let her stay in the dorms during holidays, at least until she had plenty of money to live on her own. Since leaving her parents she had researched everything she couldn't have while with them, learning from various sites the best ways to masturbate, or have sex. Of course she knew that would never happen, due to her obscene secret, but it couldn't hurt. On the day before college Laura had her first conscious orgasm, thankful that the college gave girls separate rooms, letting her openly climax and cum for the first time.

Now she was practically addicted to the sensations of cumming. She would run back to her dorm room after classes ended, and masturbate for hours on end, sometimes crying out so loud that she prayed no one heard her, yet no one complained, so she assumed she was safe. As time progressed she got into the habit of cumming into large bottles, otherwise the mess she created took too long to clean up, and she had almost been found out because of it. She also discovered that the amount of sperm she produced with each orgasm, was more than enough to completely fill a two litre bottle. The most horrifying part was that she could cum like that multiple times in a row.

One night she grew curious as too the taste of her ejaculate. She poured out some from a recently filled bottle onto a tea spoon. She had often noted how it looked almost like jelly, and, as she tasted it for the first time that day, she decided that it was far better than any desert she had ever tasted. The thick texture, and the salty taste, seemed to dance a flavourful waltz on her tongue, while an sweet aftertaste soon followed. Now, when she came into a bottle she would store it, rather than empty it into a gutter when no one was around, and drank it at her leisure. It was like yoghurt in how it seemed to fill her, while quenching her thirst. It didn't give her quite the nutrition that she needed, so she ate plenty of regular food as well.

Her looks had attracted plenty of attention from the guys, but she told them that she was a lesbian, and nothing they said or did would change that. Everyone knew of her sexual preferences now, and she had been approached by many other lesbians who wanted to date her. She never turned them down, but when it began to get serious she would break up, always saying that she wasn't ready. Despite this Laura remained friends with many of her past girlfriends, and would often set them up with one another. Despite this Laura desperately wanted to fuck one, but she knew that she could never expose her secret. They may be good friends, but even they would blab about it.

(And now we come to present day) Today was the day of a field trip, not just any old field trip, this one was abroad, more specifically Greece, where the rumoured remnant of Aphrodite resided. Laura was just as excited as the next person to go there, but she was terrified, since she would have to share a hotel room, meaning her secret had much more opportunities to be discovered. She met with the principle to see if she could have her own room, assuming she paid for it of course. She was told no, and was questioned as to why, to which Laura had no appropriate answer. She accepted this and resolved to be extra cautious during the trip.

As the buses carrying all of the second years approached the airport, she thought of faking an illness, or running off. She had brought cash with her, in case she decided to do so, but her desire to go to Greece overtook the urge to flee. For so long she had been fascinated by it, writing stories of the various Gods and Goddesses that had once resided there. Not only that, but she felt compelled to go there, as though something called to her, but she had no idea what it was. Laura remained silent during the journey, not really conversing with her various friends, opting instead to watch the scenery pass by.

Once at the airport it felt like she was watching a montage. They walked in, then cut to the desk for tickets, then they were boarding, then they were sitting, and then they were in the air. It was her first time flying, so Laura was understandably nervous. For several hours she sat there, clinging to her armrests, until the plane touched down, and then they had to repeat the montage again, to get on their connecting flight. Why did Greece have to be so far away? Laura thought as she sat on a new plane and braced for take off.

When they finally arrived at their destination, Athens, home of the Athena Parthenos. Laura was exhausted, thanks to the long flight, and her inability to sleep the night before, thanks to the excitement, so she walked around like a zombie, only coming alive when they came to their hotel. Once there they were told who their room mates were, and then one was given a key. After that they were told that they could do whatever they wanted, as long as it wasn't too far from the hotel, and they had a clear way back, but they had to be back before nine. Only a small handful were awake enough to do so, while the others, Laura included, went to their rooms.

Sleep came relatively easy that night. Even with the ever looming threat of discovery, Laura dropped to her bed, her suitcase by it's side, and fell asleep within moments of her head connecting with the four star pillows. She slept soundly, except for a voice that seemed to be constantly whispering in her ear.

"Find... power... find it..." The disjointed words whispered through her mind, until she woke up, the desperate urge to pee forcing her awake fast.

Sighing with relief, Laura emptied her bladder. Then the voice returned almost stronger, repeating the same words. Returning to the main room, Laura looked out the window, it was pure black outside. She frowned, when they arrived it was dark, so surely when she woke it would be morning, but no, it was as black as night outside.

"Find... my... power... find it..." The words whispered once more through her mind, with the single addition of 'my'.

"Who are you?" She asked aloud, but thought better of it and said, "What are you?"

"You... know..." As she continued to look outside a sudden flash of pink caught her eye, and suddenly the world was illuminated. In the streets sat a large stone, it looked like a jewel, except it was bright pink, and almost seemed to shine, despite the fact that no light was on it.

"You... are... chosen..." Suddenly Laura was in the streets, standing not one foot from the jewel.

Now closer she could see that it was the size of her big toe, and did glow slightly. An impulse to pick it up came unbidden, and she couldn't resist it. Pocketing the jewel, the world faded to black.

"Laura! Wake up! Miss Candles wants everyone to meet in the lobby." She heard her room mate calling, trying to shake her awake.

"Huh? Uh, yeah, what?" She said, more asleep then awake.

"I said Miss Candles wants everyone to meet in the lobby. And she wants everyone to meet in ten minutes!" That woke Laura up, the anger of the principle was legendary, it was even said that she made Satan look like Jesus when she lost her temper. Moving like the Flash, Laura brushed her hair, and dressed in a fresh set of clothes, taking extra care not to be seen by her room mate. During the process she noticed something.

As she was taking off her jacket something fell from one of the pockets. Looking down, she recognised the jewel that now laid upon the carpeted bathroom floor.

"It wasn't a dream?" She whispered aloud. Crouching down she picked it up, and noticed it now had a diamond chain (No joke).

"Come on Laura, or were gonna be late!" Her room mate called out.

"I'm coming!" She called back, putting on the pendant, and hurrying to join her.

"Took you long e-" She stopped suddenly.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just really tired." Laura apologised, not noticing the almost empty look on her room mates face.

"Huh? Oh, it's okay. By the way, you smell really good. Is that a new perfume?" She asked.

"Uh, no. I forgot to bring any." Laura replied and her room mate just shrugged.

"We never officially met. My name's Alice." Alice said, holding out her hand.

"Laura. It's a pleasure." Laura said shaking the proffered hand.

"It sure is." Alice said, so quietly that Laura wasn't sure if she heard her right.

The meeting was all about rules. Where not to go, where they think we should go, what times to be back, to keep cell phones on at all times, unless the situation demands it be off, and finally to have fun. Laura was yawning throughout it, feeling extremely tired, yet her brain continuously buzzed with what had seemingly transpired last night. Had she really found a remnant? To her those had been but stories in her mind, but now she began to think that maybe it was true, and that the Gods and Goddesses of Greece had in fact left remnants of their power on this world, waiting for a mortal they deemed worthy to discover them. Her mind thought back to all those stories she had written about these remnants.

It seemed that some things were fiction. Though she only knew it to be where the Aphrodite's remnant remained; it seemed to have been sleeping beneath streets, awaiting the arrival of Laura, whom it deemed worthy to hold what remained of the Goddess's power. If so, then what did that mean for Laura? Would she be expected to take the Goddess's place, or would she be able to go on living her life as she chose to?

"Do not worry child." A voice, familiar yet unknown to her said. Looking around Laura saw no one had spoken to her, in fact they were mostly talking amongst themselves, trying to decide where to go. She shook her head, passing it off as her imagination.

"I am far from imaginary." It said again, and this time Laura questioned it.

"Who are you?" She whispered aloud, her instincts telling her that whatever was talking to her, would hear no matter what.

"I am the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, and you, my child, now hold what remains of my spirit and power." The Goddess explained. One phrase came to Laura's mind:




The Goddess Ch. 01



"Holy shit."

She had returned to her hotel room. Alice was going out with friends, and probably wouldn't be back for sometime, giving Laura time to talk with the Goddess in private. Taking a breath to steady herself, Laura asked the first question that came into her head.

"Why me?"

"After I placed my spirit beneath the surface, I have been aware of the many billions of people. Over the centuries I have watched certain ones with interest, yet none captivated me as you have. From a young age you have been enthralled with Greece, particularly the Ancient Times, and those stories you wrote were far closer to the truth than you realise. I sensed something about you, something that seemed reminiscent of the Ancient Times. I chose you to carry my spirit, that is why I can speak with you so freely." Aphrodite explained, her voice soothed Laura, yet there seemed to be something beneath the soothing tone, something she couldn't place her finger on.

"But... you could've chosen anyone. Someone who's perfect, or someone normal." Laura said, her thoughts turning her male organ, tied to her thigh.

"That is one reason as to why I chose you." The Goddess seemed to chuckle, "I am the Goddess of Love child, and because of that I can love any gender." Suddenly Laura saw a woman. She was the perfect image of beauty, with enormous, perky breasts tipped with large pink nipples, her slim waist, child baring hips, legs that set Laura's mouth watering, and to top it all off, was her cock, so long that, even it's seemingly flaccid state, dragged the ground. The woman lifted it to reveal her labia. Laura knew this image to be the Goddess.

"Of course many were put off by such an appearance, and many women were intimated by the size, so I would often assume a more suitable form." Two copies of the woman appeared, one with no cock, and the other with one that only reached halfway to her knees.

"So you chose me because I'm a hermaphrodite?"

"Precisely. I prefer the Japanese term Futanari though." This was too much and Laura passed out, landing face first on her bed.

In the wonderful lands of dreams Laura could do anything she wanted. She could ride a rainbow, capture a leprechaun, fuck Alice. Wait what? Was her immediate thought after waking up, the sensation of her cock being enveloped by the sopping wet canal of a girl, still thick in her memory, making her cock hard as stone. She looked down at it, seeing the head had somehow wormed it's way out of her shirt and was drooling on her neck. Sighing, Laura stood and walked to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off as she did so, and sat down on the floor. Then the fun began.

It always seemed to amaze her, no matter how many times she saw it. Her cock was level with her chin, drooling what could be a wine glass (around 215ml for those who may not know) worth of pre-cum. Staring at it made her all the more horny, and soon her fingers were trying to meet around the incredible girth, but falling miserably short. She began jacking her incredible length, moving one hand up and the other down to maximise the pleasure she received. Her hands were soon lubed thanks to her excessive pre-cum, allowing her maximum speed.

Steadily her moans rose. A small part of her mind worried that someone may hear, but it was shot down by the dominating lust. She held it between her breasts, using her arms to hold them together, letting Laura fuck her own tits, all the while moaning in total ecstasy, feeling her warm pre-cum practically pouring from her tip, down her length, and onto her breasts. As her hands traversed the absurd length of her cock she wished for more hands, as that meant more pleasure, and more pleasure meant a greater orgasm. In the recesses of her pleasure addled mind, she noted that something felt different, but then the pleasure spiked, feeling like a miniature orgasm, and she stopped caring. All that mattered was pleasure.

If she could see herself, Laura would no doubt be surprised, and turned on. What she had failed to realise was that, in response to her lustful desire, from her back grew two new hands, attached to tentacle like arms, they then wrapped around her cock, stroking it from the base to the halfway point, increasing her pleasure exponentially. Her moans continued to grow louder, becoming more akin to cries of ecstasy. With a final plea for climax, Laura leaned her head down and kissed the spongy, drooling tip of her cock. Her orgasm rocked her body to the core.

The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't even scream. Hanging her head back and staring at the ceiling with her mouth wide open. The first shot was unleashed, flying into the air, and barely missing the ceiling, before raining down onto her, splattering her face and landing in her hungry maw. She wanted more of it... no, she needed more of it. Once again, without her knowledge, the powers she had gained reacted. Her cock grew and bent at an absurd angle, then it plunged into her mouth, just before the next spurt was shot. Laura gurgled happily as her cock unloaded into her mouth.

Before the one shot was over Laura was nearly drowning in cum. She quickly swallowed it all, before the next burst filled her mouth, forcing more cum down her throat. Too much, she thought, feeling it suddenly rise up and shoot from her nose, yet even as she lost all ability to breathe she kept cumming, more and more, until her stomach was swollen, and trails of cum flowed from her nostrils and the sides of her mouth. It flowed down her neck, trailing down her breasts, eventually making their way to the floor below. It wasn't over for thirty seconds.

Her cock returned to it's flaccid state, exiting her mouth. Gasping for air, Laura felt amazed that she hadn't drowned from the ocean of semen she had shot.

"I am impressed. You have already begun accessing my power." The voice of Aphrodite said, rousing Laura from the post orgasm stupor she was falling into.

"What... do you... mean?" She gasped out, coughing to try clear her airways of cum.

"Look into the mirror." She simply said. Doing so, Laura nearly passed out in shock. Not only was her cock hanging past her knees, despite it's flaccid state, but from her back grew two tentacles, with hands at their tips.

"Oh my god." Laura stated, her voice void of emotion due to the shock.

"God-dess." Aphrodite corrected, Laura ignored her though.

"Can I make them go back to normal?" She asked.

"Of course. You have more power than you realise." The disembodied Goddess explained. With a small concentrated thought, Laura was back to normal. Sighing in relief, she suddenly felt incredibly tired. Going to bed, her last thought was: What else can I do?

Dreams filled her mind that night. Images of the goddess ran through her mind, seeing her ramming her impossible cock into an equally impossibly stretched pussy, it's mass bulging from their stomach, leaving none to the imagination. As the dream continued Laura noticed a change in the imagery, the bulge of Aphrodite's cock was becoming less defined, the woman's abdomen become more and more rounded. It didn't take a genius to know that the Futanari Goddess was cumming.

Laura's subconscious watched in aroused horror, as the woman's stomach soon seemed to hold full term triplets. It was amazed her that not a drop of cum escaped the womb, making it continually expand, until finally the Goddess's orgasm ended, and she pulled out. Almost instantly a geyser of semen sprayed forth, dousing the Goddess in her own cum, gradually deflating her impossibly stretched womb. Once it was done Aphrodite was coated from to toe in semen, she turned to Laura and smiled.

"Amazing. Isn't it?" With that the dream ended.

She woke to the feeling of her cock straining against her clothes, all the while soaking her shirt in it's secretions. The next thing she noticed was that she was under the covers, meaning someone had put her there, and then she remembered what she had been doing. Climbing out of the bed she ran to the bathroom mirror, then sighed with relief at seeing her body back to normal, despite the massive cock poking her chin. She didn't even have any cum on her.

"How'd I get dressed?" A brief flash of panic shot through her, at the thought of someone finding her secret.

"Do not worry. I knew you would not want your secret exposed, so I materialised some clothing to hide it, and removed any all semen from your body. Your friend put you into the bed though." Explained the Goddess. This time it didn't surprise her, and Laura simply thanked her. Then the sound of the door opening behind her.

"Oh, hey you're awake?" Alice said happily. Laura quickly did all she could to hide the still hard phallus from her view.

"Uh, yeah." She mumbled. Being this close to a girl, especially a hot young coed, was hard enough, but now she was horny as the devil, and it was all she could do not to attack Alice then and there.

"Hey, a few of us are gonna take a look around the city later. You wanna come with?" Suddenly she walked up to the mirror, checking her make-up. Laura turned around, a lustful blush burning her cheeks.

"Um, no thanks. I'm fine here." She replied, and was about to walk back to the bedroom, when Alice gripped her arm.

"Are you okay? You don't sound too good." Please just let go, Laura silently begged, or... or I... I won't be able to stop myself. Suddenly Alice turned her around to see what was wrong. Needless to say she was shocked.

Alice had been feeling slightly warm all day. It was the good kind of warm though, the way one feels when slightly aroused, but it all seemed directed at Laura, her room mate. This perplexed her, as she had never had any inclination to liking other girls before. Sure she had experimented with a couple during Spring Break, but it didn't change her preferences. Yet here she was, lusting after a girl, albeit a wonderfully hot one. Saying that, Alice was no ugly duckling.

Being a professional model, Alice was a naturally beautiful woman. With large bee stung lips, doe-like eyes, and platinum blonde hair, she was a best seller. Combined with her curvy body, she was often requested for more risqué poses. Her 34D breasts sat proudly on her chest, with only a hint of sag to them. Her 24'' waist contrasted the large bust wonderfully, while flaring out into firm 38'' hips, with luxurious thighs and legs, that often turned heads wherever she went. Her skin was flawless and lightly tanned.

Over the years she had been with many different guys. Some were hunks, others sweet but fairly average. Though there was one criteria she had for dating a guy; their cocks. It took very little time for her to get into their pants, at which point she would decide whether she would continue to date/fuck them, or dump them then and there. The general length needed to be 9'' or above, and 2'' thick, any less and she would leave them a signed photo of her, usually in a skimpy outfit, and that was that. Yet here she was lusting after someone without a cock.

"What the fuck?!" She all but yelled at the sight of a massive cock head peaking from the neckline of Laura's shirt, not only that but the clearly visible shape of it stretching out against the rest of the shirt. Laura quickly pulled away and ran out, climbing under the covers and weeping softly. Alice instantly felt bad. It was never nice to hear someone crying, but it was even worse because this was Laura, someone who, only recently, she desired with all her heart and soul. Following the now revealed transsexual, Alice sat on the end of the bed.

"Go away." Were the first words Laura said.

"I'm not gonna make fun of you or anything. Trust me Laura, who'd believe me even if I told them. 'Hey you know that girl Laura? Yeah she's got a cock bigger than her arm.' No one would believe me." Alice said, putting on an intentionally stupid voice to calm the hermaphrodite down. Sniffing, Laura poked her out of the side, almost like a turtle.

"R-Really?" She asked, her eyes appearing doe like.

"Really." Alice assured her. With that Laura crawled out from under the covers.

"So you were born like this?" Alice asked, trying hard to keep her eyes off her new friend's crotch, where the now flaccid phallus laid dormant.

"Yeah. It's rare, but I got 'lucky'." She answered, putting on a sarcastic tone for the word lucky.

"I don't think it's that bad. Actually I think it'd be pretty cool to have one. Especially one as big as yours." She added under her breath. Laura pretended not to hear.

"Trust me you don't. All my girlfriends, I've wanted them all so much, but this thing kept getting in the way. If anyone finds out, I'm sure they'll tell the whole damn school." She looked down at her crotch, a scowl distorting her features.

"Don't say that. I think you'll be surprised by how many people would want a girl like you." I should know; I'm one of them, she added silently. They sat there in silence, one trying not to stare at the hermaphrodite's crotch, and the other trying to keep her thoughts away from anything sexual. Then everything changed.

Without realising it, Laura's lust had activated the powers she now held. She wanted to sleep with someone so badly, that it almost hurt, now with every breath potent aphrodisiacs and pheromones were released into the air, which were quickly breathed in by Alice, raising her arousal beyond anything she had felt before. Soon she was gasping lightly, her face flushed. Then her nipples began poking through the fabric of her shirt, heat flooding them. Then it travelled between her thighs, causing a flood of fluid to leak out of her snatch. It was all too much.

Try as she might Laura couldn't stop thinking about all her past girlfriends, and how she had wanted them. She imagined them naked, all of them kneeling before her erect cock, and begging for it, barely able to keep themselves from attacking her then and there. This soon caused her cock to harden, growing along her thigh, trying to escape her panties. Soon she too was panting in need.

Alice couldn't help but let her eyes travel over Laura's body. They took in every detail, the perky rack, slim waist, fantastic ass, and finally the huge bulge trying to break free of her panties. After that she lost all control. Before Laura could protest, Alice reached out and pulled her panties away, freeing the monster cock haphazardly hidden within them. She knelt on floor, spreading Laura's luscious thighs to see the object of her desire, steadily growing. It was now half erect, and was barely four inches from Alice's face. She took a deep breath, as though it were giving off a fragrance far greater than that of any flower. She needed it.

Laura stared down at Alice in shock. Emotions began a storm within her; on the one hand she wanted to fuck someone so very bad, yet on the other she wasn't sure she was ready for it, nor was she sure that Alice could take her monster, at least without injury.

"Do not forget you have my power." The voice of Aphrodite ran through her mind, and with it came a sense of confidence and calm. Watching Alice sniffing her cock, practically rubbing her face against it, while her hands began to explore Laura's thighs, gradually making their way to her monster phallus, now nearly erect.

"Kiss it." Laura commanded.

Alice looked up from the girl-cock. Looking into the eyes of the futa, she found she could not resist her will. Leaning in, she planted her lips against the hermaphrodite's prick, her tongue snaking out and lapping at the urethra.

"Oh yeah... More." Laura moaned. More than willing to oblige, Alice began to, for lack of a better term, make-out with the cock, which now stood to full attention at a massive 20 inches in length, and 3 2/3 in girth. Alice continued to 'make-out' with the prick, earning small moans of pleasure, and streams of pre-cum, all of which she engulfed with gusto, almost cumming from the sheer taste. Oh god, I can't stop... I can't ever stop, she thought, her hands now trying to masturbate the beast of a cock. I need her. I need her inside me.

These thoughts continued to run through her head. They quickly became impossible to ignore. She pulled back from the cock, strings of her saliva and pre-cum linking them, and opened her mouth as wide as possible. It seemed like a futile effort, as the cock head alone was far bigger than an apple, and there was so much of the phallus.

"You wanna suck my cock." Laura didn't say it as a question. It was a statement. "It's okay, go ahead and deepthroat my great. Big. Hard. Throbbing. Cock." With the last words her cock visibly pulsated in tandem with her speech, not only that but Alice's mind became completely focused on one thing and one thing only; getting that monster as far down her throat as she could. And she would not rest until she had.

Unknown to Alice, Laura had consciously accessed her new powers and made her body practically elastic, and made her gag reflex more controllable. The girl leaned into the cock, her mouth practically drooling with her wanton need, before she opened wide and began to force the first inch inside. To her complete amazement, it went in, not only that but it felt great, as though it were in her pussy, rather than her mouth. Being a well know slut, Alice knew what to do and began to push forward, salivating to lubricate the massive prick, and soon felt it pressing against the entrance of her throat. Taking a deep breath, she plunged down.

Instantly she began to gag slightly, though not as she had expected. It was a simple matter to subdue her reflex and continue to take the girl-cock. She could feel it stretching her throat, but like her mouth it felt great, with a sudden urge she placed a hand at her throat, and could feel the bulge of the cock there. Were her lips no spread wide by a cock large than a horse's, Alice would've smiled. It felt like ten inches were inside her throat now.

"Yeah, that's it. More, more, and more. Make me cum." Laura continued to moan, her cock spewing it's pre-cum almost directly into the girl's stomach. It felt so much better than her hands, the hot, tight, wet throat gripped her head and shaft so wonderfully. It was a wonder how she had lasted so long without cumming. Speaking of which:

"C'mon Alice, take it all. Let me cum in your stomach." On a whim she made the acidic fluids in the stomach turn to a cum like substance. With a muffled moan/yell Alice plunged down the length of the cock.

It was unlike anything either of them had ever known. Alice could feel her oesophagus stretching for the cock, and soon felt it enter her stomach, a feat that should've been impossible for a human. Laura meanwhile cried out as the rest of her cock was coated in the slut's warm spit. Alice came the moment her nose met Laura's crotch, while Laura struggled to hold off for one more second of sweet, sweet pleasure, but even she was powerless to the massaging throat of a trained slut, and she came. She grabbed Alice's head, just as her first spurt erupted from the tip, filling the whore's stomach to the brim in one try. It was greatest thing they'd ever experienced.

More and more cum shot from Laura's cock. It was like it was never ending, as did her energy, as she pulled Alice off and on her cock, using her torso to masturbate and prolong her orgasm. Alice's eyes had rolled up into her head, as orgasm upon orgasm came over her, crushing her like a wave of cum. Despite her orgasm hazed mind, she could feel her stomach filling quickly, and felt it begin expanding, in order to hold the massive, the enormous cock plugging one of the exits, leaving only one. It set off more orgasms as she felt boiling hot cum sliver down her intestines, making it's way to her anus. Neither cared if they died right there.

A full minute passed and both were still cumming. Alice had lost consciousness from lack of oxygen, and the overpowering pleasure, while spurted from her asshole in regular intervals. Despite this her stomach continued to expand, now resembling a heavily pregnant woman. On a whim, Laura used her power to force whatever remained of her semen reserves to discharge as a large ball, passing down her length and stretching it another two inches at least, all the while she forced Alice to awaken, so she could feel yet another impossible feat, all the while she began to supply her with oxygen, via invisible tendrils through her nose. The ball of cum neared the trained slut's lips.




The Goddess Ch. 01



Alice returned from what could've been her death to the continuing sensations. It was the single greatest wake up she had ever experienced, but then she felt something press against her lips. She looked down and saw a ball of cock flesh almost up to her eyes. Somehow she knew it was the last discharge of cum Alice was gonna give to her. A tear of happiness ran down her cheek as she felt her already impossibly stretched lips, go further to allow the extra thickness inside. It travelled down her throat, creating a clear bulge, detailing it's journey. It went down oesophagus, a small bulge trailing down the Alice's torso, before being added to the previous loads, expanding her already obscene stomach further, and causing a small fountain of cum to spurt from her ass. She fell unconscious once more, the sensations being far too much.

Laura pulled out. Letting Alice fall back, her ass leaking cum, while her stomach gradually deflated, though it still remained a little pudgy. She stared at her still hard cock, it's head painted in white from it's own orgasm.

"I came so much." She marvelled aloud.

"It's a side effect of my powers." Aphrodite explained. Instantly Laura was out of her climax induced stupor.

"What side effects?"

"As time progresses, your body will adapt to my power. Gradually your cock will grow, as will your breasts and hips. Your cum volume will increase exponentially; eventually I would not be surprised if you could cum enough to fill a bath tub. Do not worry," The Goddess added, sensing Laura's fear of her cock growing even more, "You will eventually have full control over my powers, including the ability to change your form to whatever you desire." Laura sniffed a little, then said:

"How long will it take?"

"That depends..."

"On what?"

"My power would increase with every girl I had sex with. I would assume it to be the same for you."

"Meaning?" Laura asked, her mind still slightly unclear from the powerful climax not two minutes ago.

"The more girls you fuck, the more of my powers you will have access to." The Goddess simplified.

"Great." Laura groaned and laid back to sleep, her cock hanging out. Unknown to her Alice awoke.



The Goddess Ch. 02



….lick her clean?

His mind raced. He scrambled up onto his knees, scared that she would think twice, and move away from him.

Face to face with her smooth lips, the candlelight reflected in the remaining drips, like diamonds ready to drop.

He cupped his hand and filled it with the warm bathwater, bringing it up to her lips as he licked her for the first time, momentarily unsure if he’d like the taste. His desire however, outweighed any other thoughts, and he drank from her feverishly. He felt her hand at the back of his head, and heard her moan softly as his tongue parted her lips. He reached up to hold them apart, and sucked at the small bud of her clitoris. Her legs shook momentarily as she stood over the bath, and she pulled his head even closer. 

He was still dizzy from his climax earlier, but felt even more light headed at the pleasure he was giving his woman. His groan of arousal vibrated through her clit as he held it between his lips, and she quivered, then pushed his head away.

He sat back on his heels and drank in the sight of her. That sensuous body, wrapped in the sexiest outfit he had ever seen… Her bare pussy lips, parted enough to see he pink inside.

Not surprised in the least, he knew his cock was hard again… even so soon after the best climax of his life.

She noticed.

He sat there still as she got down off the bath. 

“What would she do next”, he thought, desperately hoping there would be more to come…

Leaning close, her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Dry yourself, then lie face down on our bed, and don’t move”. He closed his eyes as he listened to her voice, the sound of it making his cock twitch.

When he opened them, he was alone.

Determined not to let his thoughts stray from his orders, he couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. Sex between them had always been good…fun…ever so slightly adventurous. 

They talked dirty…

sometimes…

Should he be questioning things? He looked down at his cock, still firm, and made the decision to just enjoy it. 

…and just hope desperately that it would continue after tonight.

He dried his body carefully, his skin tingled with anticipation, his cock so sensitive to touch. “What else should I do?” he thought… “Shave?” “Brush my teeth?” … Or should he not keep her waiting? 

Naked, he walked out of the bathroom, and shuddered as the cold air hit his warm skin. Walking down the hall to the bedroom, he could smell the scent of her perfume in the air along with the smell of hot candle wax. The room in front of him glowed softly, and apart from the candles, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Slightly disappointed, but knowing that the candles held a promise, he followed his orders and lay on the bed, face down. 

He waited.

He listened.

… but all he could hear was himself breathing, slightly faster than normal.

Then, softly, he felt her hand on his ass, slowly rubbing in circles…mmmmmmm…and he motioned to look around.

“No”, she said, her tone purposeful. She pushed his head back down.

Something was tied around his eyes, and he now lay prone and blindfolded. 

He relaxed as he felt her two hands now running over his body, starting from his shoulders in one continuous motion down over his back. A delicious massage, sensual, firm. She ran her hands down his legs, and lingered at his ankles, holding them firmly, one in each fist.

Slowly, he felt his legs being moved apart, a vulnerable position in any man’s books. As he’d lain down, his cock was pointing towards his feet, and it now grew harder as he realised it, and his balls, were on show for her.

Something silky trailed across his ankle… and around… pulling tight, but not too tight. He went to move his leg, but found it tied, and somehow, so was his other. His thoughts had made him let down his guard, but that came with the trust he had in her.

He felt her hands move up his body, knowing that his wrists were next. He silently congratulated himself on the purchase of the ironwork bed – perfect for situations such as this! 

She lowered herself onto the small of his back…. just above his ass, facing his feet. Tied spreadeagled as he was, his senses were heightened, and every movement she made was intensified. His cock grew uncomfortable, and she knew it. 

She lay forward, and he felt her tongue flick at the engorged head. Tiny, almost imperceptible licks, as she took her time to gaze at his cock after each one. She slid her tongue back up, and over his balls to suck the smooth skin behind them. His asshole tightened involuntarily as he ground his hips into the bed, putting much needed pressure on his cock. He felt something touch his tight hole. A tongue? A finger?

He’d always found his asshole to be sensitive. Scared at the thought when he was younger, but now sure of his sexuality, he’d always longed for her to explore that side of him. When he was alone and masturbating, a finger always slid towards his ass, helping him over the edge.

Now, she was doing it. He felt dizzy.

Then his thoughts came back to his position. What was she going to do? He knew now it was her finger, and she’d either sucked it, or used some lubrication. It travelled deliciously around his hole… pushing at it now and then, but not sliding inside. He groaned with pleasure.

Taking his mind away from his ass for a moment, he could swear that he felt moisture on his back. “Her pussy,” he thought, “she’s oozing juices over my back”. Oh God…could he take anymore of this? So close to shooting his load, he began concentrating hard on holding back. Sensing his distress, in one movement she was off his back and standing at the base of the bed.

She let him gather his thoughts for a moment, and he was thankful.

“You touched your cock in the bathroom, didn’t you?” she said.

“Y…y…y..es” he stammered. 

“You know what I said would happen, don’ t you?”

“Um, well… I’d be spanked?” 

“Oh yes, I did say you would be spanked.” Her tone was wicked and sexy.

He braced himself for what was to come, but nothing happened.

He frowned, he had the feeling she left the room. 

A moment’s panic. 

Tied. 

Vulnerable, his adrenaline level shot up.

…which was just what she wanted to happen.

Suddenly, Her voice, in his ear. Forceful. Powerful. “I’m going to spank you. You may call me Goddess. You may beg for mercy, but I may show you none. I control you.” 

He nodded.

Ever so slightly apprehensive.

Scared even.

He was a control freak. At work he was infamous for it. How did he let himself get into this situation?

Then, he felt her at his side.

In a quieter voice she added, “If it’s too much, call my real name, that is your code for me to stop.” 

He smiled, relieved.

So much had changed in the past few hours, he was unsure of how far this would go, and where the woman he loved had been transported to. With those few words he relaxed, knowing that she would not hurt him, and in fact, loved him with all her heart. This was all he had ever wanted, and more.

She moved away, and he knew The Goddess was back.

Her hand slid over his ass, and he waited for the smack.

It didn’t come.

Instead, he felt something harder, tapping at his ass. 

It tapped his balls too… 



The Goddess Ch. 02



Author's Note: Hello and welcome to The Goddess Pt. 02. I must warn you this contains cum inflation, to the extreme, tentacles, and futanari. I would also like to apologise for the wait, and hope that this is good enough to make up for it. Either Voluptus Ludum or Gift of the Old will continue after this, just to let you all know. Anyway, please enjoy and tell me what you think.

*****

Such a peculiar one. Aphrodite thought, her consciousness drifting through the memories of the girl, the only person to have found her remnant. It puzzled her however, as she watched the memory of Laura writing about how the remnants had come to be, and the fact that she knew of the existence of the others. It made her wonder just what kind of ancestry did this girl have. The Goddess vaguely remembered granting fertility to a number of infertile women in the ancient times; the better times, thinking about how it was possible that her magic somehow affected the children born from the womb. It was certainly something to ponder.

Throughout her dreams Laura observed scenes of Aphrodite. In each scene the Goddess appeared to change. Sometimes the change was subtle, like her hair colour, or her height, but others were much more extreme, even venturing into insane fetishes ranging from; breasts the size of beach balls, or a penis as large as a horse. There were other times when her cock would become bestial. Could she do this one day? Laura unconsciously smirked at the thought.

Meanwhile, Alice was very busy. Her mind was still a cloud of lust, all of which was focused on one person, or more specifically, one cock. She didn't question how she'd been able to do what she did, nor did she care, all that mattered was getting fucked by that phallus, and filled to breaking point with it's sperm. With a moan of pure desire, Alice reached out and gripped the large phallus, her pussy throbbing with need as she felt it pulse and grow within her grasp. She couldn't care less if she woke the dickgirl, all that mattered was her personal pleasure. Speaking of which, she thought and opened her hungry maw wide to receive the head of this magnificent specimen. Oh god it's so good, she thought.

Laura groaned in her sleep. Her dreams had taken a different turn, placing her within Aphrodite's body while her cock was being suckled upon by a young woman, as though she were a baby on its mother's teat. The girl was clear enamoured with the scent and taste of the cock, moaning like a wanton slut, despite the large obstruction pressing down her throat. Her hungry maw seemed to devour the phallus like a snake, gradually making her way down the pillar of masculinity. Laura could feel everything like it was her own. The warnings of her orgasm began to show.

Unconscious Laura's real hands reached out and took hold of Alice's head. To her surprise they didn't push her away, but instead they pulled her down further, effectively impaling her on the massive phallus that so enamoured her. Then Alice felt the signs of the futanari's orgasm, which in turn made her only that much more eager to taste the deliciously seed. With a muffled cry of need, she forced herself down the remaining inches of man meat that this woman possessed. Once her nose touched her desires crotch, she felt the liquid lust pour into her, once again bloating her barely shrunk stomach. Like before the sensations blew her conscious mind into blissful oblivion.

Laura finally awoke from her sex fuelled dreams, to see a sex fuelled fantasy come to life.

"Oh god yes! Take more of my cock, more of my seed!" Laura cried, unable to care that people might hear her. Without thinking, her powers activated, forcing her cock to grow, creating more for Alice to take, all the while increasing her cum output. Both didn't care about this development, only that there was more delicious pleasure for them to experience. Laura once more pulled Alice down on her now twenty five inches of girl cock, all the while litres upon litres of cum were shot into the ocean of semen the slut's stomach had become, all the more of it continued to practically pour from her ass, creating an ever growing puddle on the hotel carpet. Neither could stop their actions, and neither of them wanted to.

Once over Alice was practically ready to birth the cum baby now inside her stomach. Despite the excess continuing to be forced from her dilated anus, the now immobilized slut fell to her side, unable to move due to her engorged abdomen.

"God, that was one hell of a way to wake up!" Laura gasped and looked to her shrinking cock, relief swarming her as it returned to its flaccid state. As she laid back, basking in the aftermath of her orgasm, Laura's stomach suddenly growled, startling the gifted teen. Groaning she got up to prepare for her day, though she had trouble deciding between staying in her room with Alice all day, or exploring this land.

"I would prefer it if you would explore my homeland, after all it has been many a millennia since I have seen it through the eyes of a physical body." Aphrodite said, once more startling the endowed teen. Shrugging, Laura decided she would humour the Goddess.

After cleaning up the mess she and Alice has made, Laura was ready to eat. Being unable to read Greek Laura was unsure of what to order, however when she sat in the hotels restaurant she found that she could read the language as though she were born into it, not only that but when she was speaking with the waiter she noticed herself speaking fluent Greek. When the waiter had left, Laura slumped into her seat amazed by what had transpired.

"Guess I need to thank you." She said in the silence of her mind.

"What for?" The Goddess asked, seemingly feigning ignorance.

"It's because of you that I can read and speak Greek isn't it?" Laura questioned.

"The ability was always there child, I just gave it a push." She answered.

"So, let's say I have the dormant ability to... I don't know, move objects with just my mind, would you be able to unlock it?"

"Unfortunately no, at least not with the meagre power I have at present. If you desire that kind of power, I believe you know what you must do." A rush of warmth flooded her face and spread throughout her body, earning a little twitch from her bound cock. Just the waiter returned with her meal.

The food was better than anything she had tasted, with the exception of her cum. Wolfing it down in a somewhat controlled manner, Laura was soon finished with her meal and undeniably full, she paid her bill and left a tip, now leaving for the Parthenon. Curious, Laura decided to ask Aphrodite what Athena was like.

"She was a strong willed woman. She rarely slept with anybody, even her fellow immortals, preferring intelligence over pleasure, though when she found someone she wanted she was far greater than any demon I have met. There were rare times in the years that she would go into a sort of heat, and seek to mate with anyone and anything, primarily with me for obvious reasons. Aside from that though she was always more of an observer, strategist, that area of expertise. I believe she was the last one to give into her hatred of humanity, simply because of her refusal to give into something she considered trivial."

Laura listened to this in silence. She continued making her way to the Parthenon, all the while thinking of what it might have been like to meet Athena, one who was depicted as strong, beautiful, and intelligent all at once, but this was unlikely, hell it was a miracle for her to have found Aphrodite's remnant. What chance did she have to find Athena's? Shrugging off the thought, she found herself nearing the Parthenon, so wrapped up in her own mind that she had hardly noticed how far she had travelled.

"Oh this brings back memories." Aphrodite said, looking in awe at the building through Laura's eyes.

"The good kind or the bad kind?" Laura asked.

"Both." Was all the got in reply. With the unique teenager walked into the structure.

Immediately she was hit with a blast of both chill and warm air. As though the Parthenon itself was at war with itself about whether it wanted to allow her admittance.

"Remain calm, this place is imbued with small remnants of Athena, it senses me within you, but knows you to be human, it is simply determining whether you are a threat or not." Aphrodite explained, which let Laura relax, as she let the Parthenon make its decision. Suddenly the warring air disappeared, replaced with just a mild warmth.

"Does this mean I can continue?" Laura asked.

"Yes child, but it is weary of us, so be careful what you do." Without meaning to Laura nodded, and began to explore the amazing structure built in honour of Athena. 

Throughout the building there were sculptures, some showed the heroes of legend, most displayed the Goddess herself. Laura eventually came to one that looked almost human in its detail. Unbidden her hand reached out to it, touching the cool marble face of Athena. At the touch Laura gasped as she felt a something pulse through her, not something painful, nor pleasurable, yet she couldn't place her finger on it. Aphrodite seemed to always be unaware of what this was as she remained silent.

"The crown..." Was all Laura heard, before the strange pulsations ceased.

"What the hell?" She gasped.

"I am not sure." Aphrodite said, sounding just as perplexed as Laura.

"The crown? What did she mean?"

"I believe the Athena Parthenos wears a crown." Aphrodite stated, also wishing to find out why they had heard this voice.

"Where is it?"

"I do not know." Sighing, Laura steeled herself to begin a long and arduous search for the Athena Parthenos. She walked down the hallway and entered a cavernous room, one that held a chryselephantine sculpture of Athena. Both Laura and Aphrodite could sense the power being emanated by this statue, and both knew it to be the Athena Parthenos.

"That was... easy." She stated underwhelmed by the level of difficulty, or lack of thereof, in finding the statue.

For several seconds Laura stood there. She was captivated by the beauty of this recreation of the goddess Athena, and by the strange aura it emitted, which seemed both welcoming and colder than nice at the same time, almost as though Athena was waiting for someone to find her, but also didn't want to be found. As she muddled over the reasons behind the aura, Laura didn't realise that she was taking small steps towards the statue, and the closer she got, the more powerful the aura became.

"Stop, Laura!" Aphrodite suddenly exclaimed in her mind. Laura stopped immediately.

"Huh?" She soon realised how close she was and also noticed the strange glow now surrounded the statue. "What's going on here?" She asked aloud.

"I think we should leave. Athena is not an easy Goddess to please, I fear even you would not meet her standards."

"And if I didn't?"

"She would destroy you without a seconds hesitation." That was all Laura needed to hear. She began walking to the exit, then a voice stopped her. A voice so hypnotic it could only belong to an immortal.

"Please don't leave me." Four words, yet they held Laura there. She turned to face the statue once more.

The sculpture now seemed alive. It's eyes were darting around, yet the rest of its body and face remained still.

"Please don't leave, not yet." Now the mouth moved in time with the words being spoken, and like before they held Laura to her spot.

"Why?" She asked.

"It's been so very long since any mortal has heard me. So very, very long. That's why I ask that you stay here, at least for a while." Laura stood there in awe, shocked by the resounding loneliness in the Goddess's voice, as though she had indeed been waiting millennia for someone to hear her.

"Aphrodite?" Laura asked in her mind, wanting a second opinion.

"Athena was often alone, yet she was always surrounded by life so she was not truly alone. It is possible that after all this time so truly alone, has had an effect on her. Just be on your guard." Laura's mind made up, she walked to the front of the sculpture and sat before it.

"Okay, let's talk."

For what could've been hours they spoke about their lives, their experiences. Gradually however, the conversation turned to the time when the Gods and Goddesses were hunted, and soon gave into their hatred.

"I've regretted that for over a hundred years now. I watched humanity along side my kin, but I never truly felt the pure hatred the others emitted, yet their own began to affect me, filling me with an anger I've very rarely felt. Then we fell." Laura listened in complete silence, feeling somewhat sorry for the Goddess.

"Have you been trying to speak with humans all this time?"

"Yes. But you're the first to hear me." Athena said, the sculptures stone eyes almost looking grateful.

"That might have something to do with this." Laura said and began to remove her long skirt that hid her phallus.

"What are you doing?" Athena asked in surprise. Then Laura's skirt fell away revealing the obscene snake like appendage tied to her leg.

"I'm one of the very rare people who are born like this. This is also the reason Aphrodite chose me."

"Aphrodite? She's here?" Athena asked.

"Hello, Athena." Aphrodite said in Laura mind.

"She says hello."

After calming down, Athena once more spoke.

"You say she chose you? What do you mean by that?" Laura began explaining the parts of her childhood she had skipped over before hand, and how after coming to Greece, Aphrodite came to her in the form of a pink stone.

"I can see why she has chosen you, your... phallus is as large as any she made. And your past, I've never once heard of someone like that, who so clearly knew of our history. You are indeed unique." Athena said, almost sounded like she was contemplating something.

"You said before that Aphrodite sees, hears, and feels everything you do, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"And her powers are returning to her, the more women you, uh... fuck?"

"Yes."

"I see... I very rarely engaged in sexual activity, but when I did it was often something wonderful, something that made me feel alive again... Laura, I wish for you to hold my remnant." Athena said. Before Laura could say anything, the crown atop the sculpture detached, glowing brightly, almost blinding Laura as it came closer. She raised her arm to block the light from her eyes, and, before she knew it, she felt something cool snap around her wrist. Then the light suddenly died, leaving her in a dark room, with no sign of the Athena Parthenos.

"What the?" She began soon saw the bright, golden bracelet around her wrist.

It took less than a second for her mind to process what had happened.

"Athena?" She asked in her mind.

"This feels amazing! I can see through your eyes, hear what you hear, I can feel everything!" The Goddess seemed deep in celebration, but Laura needed to talk to her.

"Athena, sorry to butt in, but I need to talk to you."

"My apologies, but this is just amazing."

"I didn't agree to hold your remnant Athena." Laura felt a sudden shift in her bodies temperature, as though she were in a sea of ice, "But I don't intend to deny it. I would've have preferred it if you'd asked me first." The warmth returned to her body in an instant.

"Once more, I apologise. I was overexcited about the prospect of feeling something physical again. I'm also sorry about doing that to your body, I may be a Goddess, but I can be impulsive like anyone." Laura accepted this and began to make her way out of the Parthenon.

Once outside she realised that all of the other tourist had gone, and the sun was actually setting.

"Oh crap, I've gotta get back to the hotel." She stated and began running to the train station.

"Did you forget Laura?" Aphrodite began.

"You've got two Goddesses willing to lend you their power." Athena finished. Instantly, Laura felt like she was floating in a glistening sea, but the sensation ended as soon as it had began. Shaking her head clear of the experience, Laura looked up to see the hotel before her.

"Did... did you two do this?"

"We may not be as powerful as before, but we're still Goddesses Laura." Athena stated.

"Do not underestimate us, if you do and try to use our power, it could end badly for you and those around you." Aphrodite warned.

"Although as our powers grow, your understanding of them will as well." Athena said, letting Laura relax.

"Thanks you two." She said and yawned, she felt strangely tired from the days events, and resolved to go to sleep early, assuming Alice wasn't there. Her cock twitched lightly at the memory of the slut. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing.

As it turned out Alice wasn't there. Not sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed, Laura simply prepared for bed. After taking her dress off she was shocked to find her cock had become untied, and was in fact a great deal longer than before, hanging well past her knees.

"Aphrodite, what the hell's going on?"

"You received a massive power influx, I told you that the more power you got your cock, breasts, and hips would grow, though your ass should receive sufficient treatment as well." Alarmed, Laura found a measuring tape and retook her measurements. She didn't feel all that different, but with all the crazy shit that had happened, she didn't want to take chances. Her breasts had grown to 38EE, retaining their perky form, while her waist shrunk very slightly to 27.5'', and her hips had only grown to 43''. She turned as best she could to see her ass, and noted that it too had grown slightly. It seemed that her female assets had received minimal attention, while her cock was probably 16'' flaccid. She dreaded its size when erect.

"Can we shrink it?" She asked.

"I am afraid not, it is far too early for you to control my power, or Athena's for that matter."

"I'm afraid she's right. Until your form has fully adjusted to our power, you're going to have to deal with your growth, at least for a while."

"Can you give me a rough estimate? You know, of how much time it'll take for me to control it?"

"I cannot say for certain, but with Athena here it could only take a few months"

"You said the more girls I fuck, the more my powers grow?"

"Yes."

"If say I fucked a girl a day over the course of a month, would that quicken the process any?"

"I think it would. I cannot say for certain of course, but your logic seems sound."

"I can agree. Your body absorbs power from the act, but if you're using said power your body should adjust quicker."

"Essentially, I just need to fuck and use my powers while doing so?"

"Yes." They both answered.

After that Laura went to sleep thinking of all the ways she would lure girls to her. A thought crept into her mind that she seemed more like a villain than anything, she shrugged it off though, female villains were usually pretty hot and cool. Due to her thought patterns her mind turned to any and all sexual acts she could think of, naturally unaware to Laura, her cock was growing to its full glory, almost poking out of the bed sheets. As she dreamt of ramming her cock into woman after woman, the door opened, and a band of giggling women walked in, shutting the door as quietly as was possible, so as not to wake the sleeping futanari.

"You'd better be telling the truth." One slurred, clearly inebriated. 

"'Course I am." Alice also slurred. 

"Let's do this." Another slurred. Two others only grunted in reply.

Unbeknownst to her, Laura's sheets were being taken from her. Leaving her bare for all to see, with the sole exception of her breasts, which were covered by an oversized t-shirts, that still had trouble covering the large expanse of her mammaries, leaving a small amount of her abdomen open to the drunken gaze of five drunk college girls.




The Goddess Ch. 02



"Holy shit!" One practically shouted.

"Shut it, Lucy!" Alice told her. The other merely stared in awe at the pole of delicious man meat between a beautiful woman's thighs. They gently rolled her onto her back, with the hard pillar flopping back onto the sleeping beauty's face and pillows, leaking a small river of pre-cum.

"It's as long as her legs." One gasped. She then reached out and touched it's base, amazed by the soft skin that coated the iron hard phallus.

"Me too." Another said and also grabbed the cock.

"And me." Yet another said, and soon all five girls were holding a small part of the throbbing meat they now desired.

"Who gets to ride it first?"

Laura couldn't believe the feelings coursing through her now. Her dream had taken on a somewhat weirder tone, but far more pleasurable. She was surrounded by five young women, all moaning in pleasure and grinding against her, begging for her massive cock to ram into them. Not wanting to make any of them wait, Laura's dream accessed the powers she had to alter her body. Laura's conscious mind watched from above as the massive phallus split into two, then three, four, and then into five, all as big as the original, and all spewing a constant stream of pre. The women all squealed in delight and dove for the bouquet of cocks.

Each of her dicks were soon engulfed in the wet heat of their mouths. All at once a flood of sensation overtook her, as the feelings of her cock being sucked was amplified five fold, and then that too was shattered as all five reached for her breasts, pussy, and ass. As they fondled her breasts and fingered her pussy, while teasing her asshole, the dream began to fade, the sounds of moans growing lower until they were gone. Despite her lust, Laura couldn't keep hold of the dream any longer, and woke. The first thing that registered to her, were the hands fondling her rock hard cock.

Still groggy from her dream, Laura couldn't quite process what was really happening. All that she knew was that several hands were caressing her erection, and that they were giving her pleasure.

"Who gets to ride it first?" That woke her up slightly.

"I want it!"

"No me!"

"I touched it first." Several different voices spoke at once, and began pulling on her cock. Hard. The pain jolted her mind and body awake, causing Laura to sit up and glare maliciously at the quintet of girls before. With the current situation she failed to realise that it was almost pitch black in the room, yet she could see as well as if the sun were shining just for her.

"Let. My cock. Go." She commanded. They obeyed. Now that she was fully awake, Laura surveyed the girls, noting that Alice was with them.

They were all girls from her college. Each one had wide eyes, whether from fear or from the faint view before them was debatable. They were each dressed to impress, with low tops showing off their decent cleavage, whilst ending before reaching the navel. Some wore shorts cut so high up, that they barely covered their expansive behinds, while others wore equally short skirts. Each were fairly tall, even kneeling before her, she could tell they were at least five foot eleven each, and their bodies worked to their heights advantage. The trim waists flared into wide hips and gorgeous thighs, that begged to be spread, and to top it all off their breasts were at D cups or greater. Laura wanted to fuck these women.

"Alice." She said,

"Ye-yes?" She answered, looking as though she wanted retreat into a hole.

"I thought you said you wouldn't tell anyone about me." Laura asked, mild anger in her otherwise calm voice.

"We... we uh, went out and began talking about guys. I told them about someone with a cock that so fucking big, and they kept pushing me for details." Alice stopped there, knowing Laura could fill in the rest. 

"I'm gonna have to punish later." Laura promised, her grin giving away her intentions. The other girls were breathing heavily now; the pheromones and aphrodisiacs were doing their job.

"Aphrodite?"

"Yes?"

"You saw my dream right?"

"Of course.

"Do you think that's possible?"

"You have mine and Athena's powers now Laura, I would be surprised if you could not conjure a kingdom of cocks." The image placed into Laura's mind caused her giggle aloud at such a ridiculous concept.

"I'll stick to having five, or maybe..." Her mind's voice trailed off, thinking of what she might do. In the mean time the five girls sat there, panting and looking at each other with lust in their eyes, before returning their attention to the elephant of a cock in the room. They wanted to touch it, to suck it, but they waited for Laura's command.

Minutes passed and the five were practically writhing with need. Their bodies were as hot as a furnace, the heat seeming to come from their dripping pussies. Before long they were all stripping down, and fingering one another, craving something to fill their holes. Two were in the 69 position, lapping at one another's pussy wildly, while another pair came up behind them. The two pulled the couples bountiful ass cheeks apart, revealing their puckered assholes. They plunged their dexterous tongues deep into the each of the girl's anuses.

Meanwhile, Alice was watching with her hand working her pussy harder than she'd ever worked before. She wanted to join them, but she craved Laura more and would wait for her to decide what to do, in the meantime she would please herself. Without realising her need for pleasure had led her to force four of her fingers deep into herself, quickly followed her thumb. Yet still that failed to fill her as she needed. She brought her other hand to her asshole, feeling a strange need to be filled back there too. Before she could even tease the entrance however, something grabbed her.

Laura hadn't been sitting idle for past few minutes. No, she'd been working on altering herself in ways no human could expect. From her back grew dozens of tentacles, all as thick as her cock and longer than her body, and each with phallic tips, while her crotch now sported not one, not two, but five cocks, all leaking pre-cum everywhere, and all needing a pussy to fill. One tentacle reached out and grabbed each girl one by one.

Laura looked them over as they squirmed in her tentacles grasp. They were clearly frightened by this, but lust was also warring within them, but her tentacles were coated in a slime that, when it came into contact with human skin, would drastically increase their sensitivity and libidos. Soon enough each girl were reaching for Laura, or more specifically her cocks, their sopping pussies dripping juices all over the floor. Laura grinned like a shark and began to bring them nearer.

Each were now drooling as they neared the source of their lust. None could about how impossible this all was, so long as they got release. Once in range they began to stroke the five cocks, each claiming one for their own. Laura brought them closer, close enough that their mouths were in range. Without any prompting, each girl took the enormous head into their mouths, Laura's powers making their bodies like elastic. Knowing she no longer needed to restrain them, Laura placed them down on the floor in front of her. Each continued to suck and lick as though their lives depended on it.

The sensations were astronomical. The feeling of having five cocks sucked at once was something indescribable, and Laura still had a dozen other ways to increase this pleasure. Putting them to work, Laura wrapped a tentacle around each girls breasts, before placing another between them, soon she was tit fucking all the girls, while teasing each of their bullet like nipples. Another tentacle snaked its way down their bodies, teasing each of their most sensitive areas, before reaching their asses. Another tentacle joined it and helped pull their ass cheeks aside, revealing the hidden rosebud, while a final tentacle joined them, and began teasing the tight entrance, lathering them with its slime. It didn't take long before each girl was practically crying in pleasure.

Despite their intense sensitivity, neither girl could cum. Each felt like they were on the cusp, but the feelings only increased, never reaching a peak. They began forcing Laura's cocks deep into their throats now, hoping that by pleasing her, they too could cum. They continued to take more of the cocks, until they thought they could feel them in their stomachs, which the bulge running down their fronts could attest to. The assault continued without end, neither Laura nor the girls had cum, despite all the stimulation. Until Laura felt a familiar heat build within her.

Acting on her need to attain greater pleasure, Laura used a tentacle to pull each girl completely down her lengths. Meanwhile, the tentacles poised at their asses began to press against their holes, gradually spreading their rings of muscles to allow it entry. Each girl went wide eyed at the sensations of having their assholes stretched far more than they'd ever felt before, and at the feeling of the tentacle snaking its way up their anuses. Laura soon noticed that their hands were free, and a tentacle quickly snaked their way to their hands, their lust addled minds not needing further prompting to grip the tentacles and pump them.

"Oh GOD... That's it... Faster! Yeah! Oh fuck! I'm CUMMING!" Laura yelled as her cocks and tentacles exploded deep within the five girls, filling them what could be a literal ocean of cum.

Their bodies soon began to bloat. The amount of cum forcing their stomachs to expand as though they were heavily pregnant, despite shooting from their mouths and asses. The ones at their tits and hands also unloaded, coating each and every girl almost entirely in semen so thick it was like jelly and yoghurt, while more poured into their inflated stomachs, while spurting from their noses, mouths and asses alike. Laura meanwhile was on cloud nine, feeling her near endless reserves of cum pouring from her tentacles and cock, and watching as the girls were all filled and covered in her delicious semen. And this was just the beginning.

Minutes passed and Laura's orgasm finally calmed down. By this time, each girl was a humanoid blob of semen, yet each were still sucking on the cocks in their mouths and jacking the tentacles. They were insatiable, Laura realised, but she knew how to remedy to situation. Using her tentacles she pulled each girl away, to a loud whine that was more of a gurgle than anything. Laura manoeuvred them so that their cum covered pussies poised over her cocks. Seeing what she had in store for them, each girl began to moan and beg, even as still more semen leaked from their mouths. An idea formed in Laura's head.

She once more pulled them back. They looked at her, as best they could with their eyes practically hidden, with looks of anguish.

"Clean each other." That was all she said, and each girls eyes instantly lit up beneath the layer of cum, though Laura still had yet to wonder how she could see them, since the cum was thick enough to hide most of their other features, but at the moment all that mattered was her pleasure. She placed the girls down and they began to crawl to the bathroom.

"No," They looked at her confused, semen dripping from their faces, "With your tongues." Each had an insatiable thirst for her cum, and the command was no task to them.

With a cries of joy they began to lick at each other, paying particular attention to their now freed tits. Two were clear ass girls, as they went straight for a pair of leaking assholes, to suck up the cum from them, moaning loudly as they did so. Soon it divulged into an orgy as they gave into their lusts, and began lapping at pussies, sucking on clits and tits, while ramming their fingers into one another's asses. Each were mostly cleaned of cum by now, but Laura was far to enticed by the display before, letting them have their fun, she simply jacked her main cock to the action, while her tentacles went to town on her won body. Like the girls they wrapped around her breasts, and began tit fucking her, they pulled apart her ass cheeks and entered her asshole, another found her pussy and teased it, lapping along the length of it, before prodding at her clit to elicit a loud moan from her lips. The girls heard it and ceased their actions.

Their attention now focused once more on the hermaphrodite, they crawled to her. Soon each had positioned themselves over her cocks, and were pressing down, feeling the tips stretching their pussies wider than they thought possible, and reaching deeper than any cock had before, quickly hitting their cervix to a cry of pain tainted pleasure. Each looked and saw they had barely taken a third. They used the tentacles to raise themselves, only to drop onto the pillars of sexual majesty, attempting to take more. The girls could feel their cervix giving way, and soon each felt the cocks enter their wombs, the bulge it created clearly showing its journey as it went stretched them to the point of it reaching their sternums. Still they wanted more.

Laura could feel each of the tight cunts on her cocks. The feeling even more intense than before, and only aided by the tentacles in her ass and mouth, and the ones using her magnificent breasts. Wanting more nonetheless, Laura moved her tentacles into position, and, all at once, thrust forward. Two tentacles penetrated each girls asses, while another forced its way into their already occupied cunts, stretching them even further, and adding to the already prominent bulge Laura's cock had already made. Remembering a hentai video she had seen, Laura positioned a tentacle at each girl's nipples. Her eyes glowed as she used her near omnipotent powers once more.

The tentacles began to press into the nipple. Each girl cried out in shock and pleasure, as each of their tits impossibly opened up to the tentacles advances. Soon, not only were their asses and pussies stuffed to capacity with tentacles and cock, now their breasts were filled with slimy tentacle meat. Enraptured by the impossible feat, they had almost forgotten about the tentacles in their anuses, but soon remembered as they pressed onward, entering each of their stomachs through the wrong end. The girls all looked down at their bodies, seeing their abdomens bulging obscenely with writhing snake like tendrils, and each gave a cry of shock as they saw continue upward. Soon they felt them rising up their oesophagi.

Before any could make a sound, the tentacles had completed their journey. Laura watched enraptured as the phallic tentacles exited from each girls mouth. The tentacle in her own left, and she willed all the tentacles now wriggling in the air to lengthen and come to her. Each soon became several feet longer than even the tallest man, and could reach Laura with ease. She began to suck, stroke and lick at all the tentacles, before commanding them to go lower. They soon met with the tentacle at her pussy, there they began teasing every single inch of her lips, before pressing slightly, only to go further at her prompting. Laura soon took her own virginity with a cry of complete lust.

Tentacle after tentacle began to enter her pussy. Stretching it far beyond anything that should be possible, yet it continued, and the squirming bulges that were quickly becoming her abdomen displayed how many stuffed her. The lone tentacle in her ass had not been idle this whole time, and was in fact pressing onward, snaking through her intestines, into her stomach, and finally up her oesophagus to exit at her mouth. None of the women there could think anymore, the pleasure they were experiencing practically destroyed their minds, even as they were rammed hard enough to fatally damage someone. They only wanted more.

After what could've been hours Laura felt the heat building up within. Her lust crazed mind used her powers to increase the amount she would produce. In her mind even Aphrodite was shocked by what was transpiring before her, yet she couldn't deny the pleasure either. Athena would've been unconscious if she still had a physical form, as the sensations Laura felt translated to her, overloading her less experienced mind. Then the orgasm came and everything went black for the Goddesses. Everything but the pleasure.

Laura cried out around the squirming tentacle in her mouth as a literal ocean of cum exploded from her. Each girl finally experienced their orgasm as balls of cum so thick, that they stretched the cocks and tentacles in them, blasted into their wombs and breasts, onto their bodies, and through their entire bodies, only to blast into Laura. The girls orgasms continued for what could be an eternity, the pleasure somehow stopping them from passing out, as they watched their breasts and wombs inflate massively in mere moments, while feeling the balls of cum stretch their throats and mouths wide and see them travel to Laura's pussy, where they blasted into her womb, which was already several times the size of their own, and they already looked fit to give birth. More and more cum shot into everyone there, while fountains sprayed the room, coating the beds, walls, accessories in semen. No one heard it however, as the hotel boasted privacy and indeed had sound proof rooms. The orgasms continued unimpeded.

By the time Laura had collapsed and her orgasm had ended, no one could tell who she was, nor any of the others for that matter. Each had stomachs the size of horses, and breasts to match, nipples leaking small amounts of cum, as they had closed immediately after the tentacles left. Laura was worse off than them however. Her womb had inflated far beyond anything ever seen before. She looked big enough to be carrying a small elephant and then some, even with the never ending fountain of cum her pussy had turned into, the mountain of her stomach hardly seemed to shrink. Before unconsciousness took hold of her, Laura used her power to make it so none of the cum would leak, nor would anyone be able to open the door. Then she joined the others in the eternal bliss of sleep.

Meanwhile, Aphrodite and Athena were amazed, and concerned. Of course they had no history to go on, however Laura seemed able to access their power far beyond what they thought would be possible, especially in such a short amount of time.

"Perhaps she is naturally gifted?" Athena stated.

"Maybe. But this is impossible. Even with you here she should not have this much power, nor this much control." Aphrodite said, her voice almost sounding stressed.

"Everyone is different, and with her background, with the stories, it's entirely possible that she has some level of magical blood flowing in her veins. It might actually explain why she would know so much, and why she has this much power already." Athena offered, not willing to also admit that she was grabbing at straws.

"Maybe." With that the two remained in silence throughout the night, both thinking of any and all possibilities for Laura's abilities. Though none quite added up, with the exception that Aphrodite herself had something to do with it.

"It's the only possibility."



The Goddess Ch. 03



Author's Note: Hey everyone, sorry to long ass wait on this one. I've been working on other projects and I hope to have another up in the near future, though with that me that's not something to get your hopes up. Anyway, this chapter is a bit short, but I hope you'll enjoy it. A word of warning, if you don't like women being inflated beyond anything humans' are capable of, or if you don't like futanari, then I advise not reading this... I warned you.

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Something felt different. Laura thought this as she was roused from her sleep, the sunlight of a new day streaming into her room. Her mind felt sluggish, and her body like lead, but still she forced herself to sit up and try to find out just what felt different. Not that it was a particularly long search, as she felt it brush against her feet; her cock had grown to nightmarish proportions. Laura held in her scream, though not due to her bravery, or her desensitisation to such sights after finding the remnants of Aphrodite and Athena, but because she knew she couldn't produce a sound to match the horror she felt at that moment. It's not even erect, she thought and reached for her phone, hoping futilely to find something to distract her. What she found was far from what she was looking for.

Her hand came into contact with something... soft. Deliciously so. It felt similar to a waterbed, and even sloshed about like one, as she felt it up, trying to figure what it was, as she couldn't look away from her growth. A sudden moan sounded to her right, and she figured out what she was touching; a massive breast. Finally able to wrench her eyes from her cock, Laura turned her head to see Alice laying beside her. The college girl had clearly changed more than should be possible overnight, as her breasts were unmeasurable, their size greater than her entire body, the three inch nipples leaking a continuous stream of what was no doubt milk. Despite that, there seemed to be very little change to the rest of her body; her rear might be a little bigger, her waist a touch slimmer, and cock... Laura literally blinked in horror as her sights came to rest on the unnatural growth.

Alice had a cock, one that matched Laura's own prior to finding the remnants.

"Oh Goddess, please let this be a nightmare." She moaned and fell back into the pillows. Instantly she noticed that they felt different; flesh-like. Laura sat up again as she immediately realised that she had been sleeping on a giant pair of breasts. Her sight must've been so focused on Alice and her cock before that she hadn't noticed, as she turned around to see a girl she vaguely recognised as being from her college, sleeping soundly, head limp on her bed sized tits. Like Alice's the massive nipples leaked a constant stream of milk. The night came rushing back to her now, and Laura looked around the room, now seeing the other girls, all asleep and with breasts that made Pamela Anderson seem flat-chested. She remembered the control she had over her power last night, and focused hard.

She willed them to return to normal. Yet nothing happened.

"Why? I-I was in full control last night! So why won't it work now?"

"Calm down, Laura." The voice of Aphrodite said, joined by Athena soon after.

"Last night was an exception it seemed. You were extremely aroused, more so than even Aphrodite. Your lust must've caused you to do whatever was necessary to satisfy it at the time." The Goddess of Wisdom explained.

"Okay, okay..." Laura breathed deeply, trying to calm down, "Do you think you two could help me out here?" She asked, after calming down slightly.

"Of course, though if I might say, you did a fantastic job last night. Even I have never experienced that kind of pleasure before." Aphrodite congratulated Laura, who blushed at the compliment.

"Th-thanks, um, could you... y'know?"

"Of course." The Goddesses replied in unison and a sudden light briefly blinded Laura, forcing her eyes closed. When she opened them the girls had all been reduced in size, but not back to normal.

"What's going on here? Why didn't you return them to normal?"

"Our powers' are tied to your will, Laura," Athena explained, "Yes, you willed for their bodies to return to a more normal state, but there's a side of you that wanted their bodies altered, if only slightly." Laura took this in while staring at Alice, her breasts easily twice their original size and still leaking milk, though thankfully her cock was gone. On the other hand, Laura's gave a sudden lurch in arousal at the sight before her. 

"I suppose we've learned something new about ourselves haven't we, Laura?" Athena asked teasingly.

"You know, for a Goddess of Wisdom, you can be a bit of a child sometimes." Laura replied, she could feel a small flush of anger from the Goddess, though it was oddly playful in a way.

With things back to normal, or as close to normal as Laura could get, she began thinking of how to explain the growth of the girl's breasts.

"I can't just say they got drunk and had plastic surgery," she muttered aloud, pacing in the bathroom, ignoring the feeling of the cold, tiled floor on her cock, "But I can't just say, 'sorry, I've got the power of two Goddesses inside me, and I kinda went overboard last night'. Oh, Goddess, what do I fucking do?" She practically shouted in frustration.

"There is one thing you can try." Aphrodite said, though she seemed reluctant to do so.

"What is it?" Laura asked, excited at the prospect of not having to look like a crazy person.

"You probably will not like it," Laura simply waited for her to continue, "With your permission I could... make them completely and utterly subservient to you."

"Now by subservient, do you-"

"Yes," The Goddess said before Laura even finished, "They would follow your every command, believe anything you told them, even risk their lives for yours." Laura was completely silent. Two sides in her mind waged war on each other, one screaming in jubilation at the thought of having people to use as she saw fit, while another, albeit quieter, side preached how wrong it would be. Despite it being the smaller voiced of the two, the moral side was on the verge of victory, but her other half brought up a single point that tipped the scales in its favour; she had no other way of explaining their changes. The other voice went silent and Laura had made up her mind.

"Do it."

"Are you sure?" Aphrodite questioned, sounding nervous.

"I am. Why are you so hesitant anyway?"

"It is... I have tried it before and, well, it did not work out for the best."

"How so?"

"They knew I was a Goddess, that I could not be killed by human hands, and yet they fought for my sake. All because they viewed me as more important than their own lives." The Goddess's calm voice, always seductive, turned agonised as the memories played in her mind.

"They follow any orders I give, right?"

"Yes"

"And they would believe anything I told them, right?

"Yes."

"Then I must simply order them to place their own lives before my own."

"Do you think I would not have done that myself?!" Aphrodite all but shouted, "It does not work; once they are under this spell they feel an uncontrollable urge to tend to your every need, no matter what you say." In Laura's mind she saw a small, frail looking woman, crying into her hands. Laura remembered that just because Aphrodite was a Goddess, did not mean she didn't feel human emotion. In her mind's eye, she saw two new figures, one of herself, and the other she assumed to be Athena.

"Spells can be tweaked you fool." Athena said simply.

"Yeah, I mean, it's like hypnotism, right? So we've just gotta add a phrase or something, then snap our fingers and presto, the spell is undone. I just need to make it so they don't freak out about this." Aphrodite looked up from her hands at the two and smiled, the frail woman turning back to the first visage of Aphrodite she had seen before.

"I am a Goddess, and yet a human teenager is comforting me."

"We might as well say we're friends by this point." Laura said and suddenly her focus was back in the bathroom.

She felt strange again. Looking down she noticed her body had changed yet once more, her cock now long enough for the head to trail half a foot behind her, while her feminine assets had only received a small growth by comparison, as they were only a little bigger than the girls in the main room.

"How much longer before I have complete control?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say another two weeks. Less if you have any orgy like the one last night." Athena stated. Two weeks? Laura thought, stunned. Her cock was already massive, and she wouldn't be able to control its size for another two weeks? A sudden flash of herself came to mind, of her using her own cock as a type of scarf. It was absurd enough to bring a giggle to her lips, but it was tinged with fear; if it came to that, there would be no way she could hide it.

"Do not worry, Laura. I believe you will attain full control far sooner than you think. Now, shall we begin?" Laura smiled at the reassurance and nodded, knowing the disembodied Goddess wouldn't outright lie to her.

The spell first needed to be altered, something that Athena and Aphrodite needed to do themselves, as Laura had no experience with such intricate magic, even if it was fairly basic. She simply sat on the bed, careful not to disturb anyone as they slept. As the Goddesses worked, Laura couldn't help but stare at the girls around her, her newly discovered lactation fetish warring with her self-control, and winning as evidenced by the sensation of a massive weight trying to rise from between her legs. She looked down, eyes wide in terror as her cock, several inches longer than her legs when flaccid, was quickly growing harder as lustful thoughts raged within. By the time she was only semi-hard, it was longer than her torso and legs combined, and showed no signs of stopping. Her mind turned to Alice, who slept peacefully beside her, the girl's breasts unbelievably perky and constantly leaking milk. Laura's cock gave a lurch and essentially destroyed her self-control.

With what little remained of her sanity, Laura picked Alice up and took her to the bathroom. Thankfully it was extraordinarily spacious, only slightly smaller than the main room itself. Laura set to work immediately, her unbridled lust granting her full control over her power, as she made Alice's body able to stretch far more than before. The sight of Alice's lactating breasts set her desire ablaze, as she laid the unconscious girl down, her breasts on full display for Laura, as she leaned down and took a single nipple in her mouth, drawing on it like straw. She let out a low moan as milk practically gushed into her mouth and down her throat.

It was like nothing she had tasted before. Even her cum could hardly compare, as the sweet fluid filled her hungry maw, running over her tongue and filling her stomach. It wasn't as thick as her cum, but the taste and amount more than made up for that fact. Laura took hold of the other nipple and mashed them together, suckling from both at once. She continued like that for several minutes, uncaring that her erection had gotten beneath Alice and was forcing her up against Laura, whose world revolved around those breasts at that point, and the wonderful sensation of having her stomach filled to capacity and beyond. Despite that nothing overflowed; unconsciously, she had modified her own body so that none of the milk would leave her stomach until she willed it to. Not that she would complain.

Finally however, her throbbing erection demanded her immediate attention. Pulling back, she took a moment to bask in the sight before her, of a young woman prone, unconscious, her body perfectly moulded to Laura's desires, and a dripping pussy just begging to be ripped open by a pillar of masculinity. With a single thought, Laura felt two tentacles extend from her back, now familiar to her due to the previous night's activities. Coiling them around Alice's torso she moved the sleeping girl far back, lining her drooling cunt with the head of her monstrous erection.

"Time to wake. UP!" Laura said, accentuating the last word by pulling her down, impaling her marvellously tight pussy on her personal pillar of lust. As she had said, Alice was awake instantly, starring down at Laura as her body was taken by a dick almost as long as she was. Questions raged through her mind, but they were quickly shut down as pleasure broke her every cognitive function. Soon enough, Alice was nothing but a gibbering human fleshlight, her cunt spraying her orgasm constantly. And Laura had only just broken through her cervix.

The futanari couldn't keep the grin off her face. Seeing a woman so helpless before her, as their stomach stretched around the shape of her dick, was nearly enough to make her cum then and there, but she wasn't about to let it end there.

"Take all of me, you whore. Accept my cock into your very soul, become my cum-slut. After all, that's all you're good for now." Alice's mind was suddenly back in control, having heard everything, and loving it.

"Yes. Yes! YES! Oh fuck! Yes, I'm your slut, a tool for your pleasure. Just fuck me!!" The last word trailed off into a scream of pure ecstasy, though Laura was quick to use her power to prevent any sound from escaping the bathroom.

"Let's make sure that everyone knows it, shall we?" Laura said, sinking her dick several more inches into the girl, its shape bulging from her stomach, giving any who saw it a clear view of its appearance. Laura then placed her hands over Alice's bulging stomach, even as it constantly shifted due to her cock moving inwards inch after inch. With a small spark of power, Laura's hands glowed, ancient markings spreading from her fingers, across Alice's flesh, converging on her navel, perfectly placed at the tip of Laura's cock. As the markings ceased coming from her fingers, her crotch finally met Alice's, the sudden spike in pleasure both experienced sending Laura over the edge. The room filled with a bright light, as both screamed their ecstasy.

As before, Laura's cock shot gallon upon gallon of cum. However, before it was spread amongst several people, now it was aimed into one hole, and her virility had increased dramatically since last night. A quick thought made the room function like an elastic band, while simultaneously making it so she and Alice could breathe in any situation, as her stomach inflated above Laura's head, from a single spurt alone. You're mine, Laura thought, her physical body unable to form words as pleasure overloaded it. Another thought made two new tentacles form from her back, these ones tipped with mouth like holes, which she sent for Alice's lactating nipples, latching on and sucking the milk with fervour. They also served to induce further lactation, causing the girl's breasts to inflate despite discharging litres, or gallons of milk. In moments, the room was filled to capacity and beyond by Alice's inflating body.

Aphrodite and Athena were unable to withstand the sensations. They were fortunate to have finished modifying the spell before Laura began, as their conscious minds could hardly maintain a grip on reality, Laura's desire and pleasure overriding theirs'. At that point, Laura had full control of their desires, though she too was enraptured with pleasure at that time. Aphrodite, having more experience with all consuming ecstasy, was able to maintain a certain level of intelligence as she observed Laura's thoughts as she came. What she found there, was beyond surprising.

Before Aphrodite could make an attempt to end the orgasm, a darkness overcame her, effectively drowning her in a sea of pleasure. Even the Goddess couldn't keep a hold of herself, and she gave in. As this happened, Laura was laughing joyfully, even as she was essentially crushed against the elastic wall, her cock growing to make sure it remained where it belonged. She had no reason to laugh, her thought process halted from ecstasy, but her couldn't help it. In some dark recess of her mind, she estimated to have unloaded almost a thousand gallons of jelly like cum by that point, and only now did she show any sign of slowing down. It was another two minutes, before her orgasm was reduced to a few drops.

Like before, Laura woke against something soft. This time however, she was instantly wide awake and was quick to gather that she had blacked out again, and was pressed against someone's breast or stomach. At her will, the fleshy wall began to shrink rapidly. Once it was shrunk enough for her to move freely, she looked down at herself, once again trying not to shriek in horror. Her flaccid cock was laying around her feet, like a thick snake, lying in wait. It was no doubt well over twice as long as her body was now. But above that, was her breasts, which jutted from her chest like cheap implants, their size greater than that of basketballs, only softer to the touch, her nipples hard as diamonds, with a stream of white fluid leaking from them. Before panic was able to set in, she remembered how she was able to shrink Alice's body with her will alone.

Focusing, she felt a sucking sensation at her crotch. Looking down, she saw her cock rapidly shrinking. Maybe I'll finally get rid of this thing?! She thought excitedly, though of course, her subconscious must have gotten in the way, as it stopped receding when it hung just below her knees. Laura sighed and decided to move onto her chest, which hadn't shrunk at all, despite her desire to have it return to normal.

"Oh great." She groaned in annoyance, "Maybe a little more natural looking?" At those words, they sagged slightly, coming off less as a bad boob job, and slightly more natural, despite still being amazingly perky.

"Hey, Aphrodite! I think I've got the hang of this now!" No answer, "Aphrodite? Athena?" She heard twin groans in her mind, similar to those of humans who were waking up with the worst of all hangovers.

"What in all of creation happened?" Athena asked, unable to remember a single thing after modifying the spell.

"I have experienced this before. The humans refer to it as a 'hangover'; in other words, we got drunk on Laura's pleasure."

"You experienced this before?" Athena asked, "When? How?" She followed up, incredulous about Aphrodite's claim.

"A long time ago, when I would take on a human guise. Unfortunately my human body had little in the way of alcohol tolerance." She explained. Laura let out a small laugh at this, glad to know the Goddesses were alright.

"Good to know you're alright. I've got good news as well; I'm finally getting the hang of this thing. Watch!" With that Laura focused on her penis, sighing as it grew to three times her original size in seconds, only for it to retract just as fast. She also focused on Alice, who was still unconscious after their previous session, watching as her still severely inflated stomach shrunk down, quickly becoming flat as a board. "Whatcha think?" She asked, excited to hear their thoughts. But all she got was stunned silence.

Aphrodite knew there was something she needed to do, but the memory eluded her. Not only that, but the fact that Laura was already so advanced confused the Goddess, despite her saying that she expected Laura to gain full control fairly quickly, she had not expected it to be so soon. Even if the girl was a descendent of her's, it shouldn't be possible for the girl to master her power so easily. Besides that, she only had to control Athena's power, which she did with ease. Even a God would find it difficult to control the power of two deities, and yet this girl did so as though it were second nature. What was Aphrodite missing? It was something obvious, deceptively so, but she couldn't even begin to think of an explanation in her hungover state. It would have to wait.




The Goddess Ch. 03



Athena was amazed beyond words. Unlike Aphrodite, who was suspicious of how Laura could use such power so quickly, Athena was simply happy for Laura. The teenage girl may not have accomplished much, nor had she been born with any particular abilities, but Athena and Aphrodite's remnants had chosen her. Did it have something to do with her abnormal appendage? Possibly. But at the moment, the Goddess of Wisdom couldn't care less, her mind befuddled by the lingering pleasure of Laura's previous escapade. I could very grow to love this girl, Athena thought happily.

"L-Laura?" Alice asked, sitting up and staring in reverence at her temporary room mate. Laura focused on her, forgetting about the Goddesses who had yet to answer her.

"Oh, you're awake. How you feeling? I might have been a bit rough." She said in way of apology.

"No worries, it was amazing." Alice said, emphasizing 'amazing', "You can never be too rough with me, Mistress." Laura blanched at the word, staring at Alice in shock.

"What did you call me?"

"What do you mean, Mistress?"

"That! Why're you calling me 'mistress'?"

"Because you're my Mistress. I live for you, for your pleasure, for your very existence. I am yours." The way Alice said it, as though it were obvious to anyone with half a brain. It was only then that Laura noticed the markings spreading from Alice's navel, all strange symbols that meant nothing to Laura, but still seemed to radiate a power of some sort.

"What did I do?" She asked aloud, not expecting an answer. The memories came flooding back, but they weren't like before, where she had felt like she had been in a semblance of control, no, it was as though she were merely a spectator, looking through someone else's eyes. She saw as she placed those markings onto Alice, enslaving her. Is that why I have so much control now? Because I did that to someone? She questioned herself in her the privacy of her mind, momentarily forgetting about the Goddesses that resided there.

"She... She used 'Memores'?! But... But, that's, that's not possible!" Athena all but shrieked to Aphrodite, the two using what meagre power they had to keep Laura from listening to them.

"I know, I know." Aphrodite said, trying to calm the Wisdom Goddess.

"She should only have Greek powers, not those of... of, those filthy Romans! How did this happen?"

"Calm down, Athena. I do not know how, honestly. The fact of the matter is that, Laura has that power. You know what it probably means, right?"

"Yes... Laura is the daughter of a Roman God. But that shouldn't be possible, should it?"

"Again, I just do not know. But it is the most probable."

Alice was confused by Laura's distress. Her mistress should be happy, she had opened Alice's eyes to her true power and beauty.

"Mistress? Please, don't be sad." She said, moving to Laura, who recoiled from her.

"How can you not hate me?"

"I don't get it."

"Right," Laura laughed, bitterness in her tone, "How could you, I mean, anything that would displease me is probably the furthest thing from your mind right now." She looked Alice in the eyes, forcing herself to do so, as she saw the undying loyalty and affection they held.

"Mistress, I am well aware that you made me subservient to you,"

"Then-" Laura began, but was cut off by Alice, who continued.

"But I wanted it. Honestly I did. By the time you placed the spell on me, I had already intended to give myself to you, body and soul. The spell just makes it official. So please, don't hate yourself, Mistress." Laura stared at her, struggling to form a single coherent thought.

"Hold still." She simply said, following a sudden instinct. Alice did as she was told, holding inhumanely still, as Laura placed a single hand on her forehead. A single word came to her mind; Anágnosi. Suddenly, her mind was flooded with Alice's memories of the past few days. She felt her excitement about the school trip, her anxiety about the flight, the worries that she wouldn't have a nice room mate for the trip. Laura couldn't help but smile at the memories, then she found the one's that were centred around her. Alice had been infatuated from the second she had met Laura, as first feeling confused over her attraction to another girl, before finding out Laura's deepest secret, to experiencing that first night of heaven, to just a few hours ago, when she had seen Laura once more shoving her massive cock into her cunt. There was only a desire to forever be with her.

Laura pulled her hand away, gasping from the experience. Alice was panting too, her face red with desire, though she kept it in check.

"You-you really wanted to serve me?"

"More than anything. If I might, Mistress?"

"Go ahead."

"Will you please fuck me again? I need it!" Despite everything, Laura chuckled at that, feeling her cock rising at the mere thought.

"If you can handle it."

"Remember, Mistress. You altered me specifically to 'handle it'." Alice said before presenting her drooling pussy to Laura. Maybe this won't be so bad, Laura thought, before leaping into action.



The Goddess Ch. 1



Chapter 1: The Goddess's Anger

She came in the house and slammed the door shut. "Undress and put on the cuffs and collar and then wait in the bedroom" she ordered. He could see that she was upset. When he tried to ask her what the problem was, she slapped him across the face. "Go" she said. 

He had been living and serving the Goddess for two months now, after she had answered his ad on the internet. He had retired the previous year from his job and as his children were grown and living in distant states, he sought to make the kind of life that until that time had only existed in his imagination. Gradually she had stepped up her domination of him to the point where he could only be described as her slave. 

He knew better than to argue with her when she was in this mood. He went upstairs, undressed and put the leather ankle and wrist cuffs on as well as a leather dog collar. She came into the room a few minutes later. She crossed the room and drove her knee into his balls. "You should have been on your knees" she shouted as he fell to the floor. She removed her skirt and stepped out of her shoes. He was curled in a ball on the floor trying to get his breath back. She went to the dresser and took a long leather strap from a drawer. Attaching one end to a ring in the collar he wore, she pulled him to his feet. "Turn around", she locked the leather cuffs together. She spun him back around and wrapping one end of the strap around her left hand, she began slapping him with her right hand. The slaps weren't heavy but before long, his head started to ring. Tiring of this she threw him on the bed. Taking off the rest of her clothing, she said "tonight I'm going to punish you like you haven't been punished before." 

She rolled him over to his side, locked the ankle cuffs together and turning the collar around, ran the leather strap down his back tying his ankles so that his knees were bent. She then turned him over on to his back. "Comfy" she asked in a mocking way, as she put a doubled pillow under his head. She then went over to the closet and took out some instruments that gave him chills. She laid the short cane, strap and riding crop on the bed next to him. "I'm going to feel your tears on my ass" she said as she climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself facing towards his feet and lowered her ass to his face. 

He started immediately to kiss and lick her. "That's good but I want you to really put some energy into it." She said as she picked up the riding crop. She whipped the side of his leg as hard as she could at the same time pressing her ass into his face. His scream was muffled by her flesh. She leaned forward, so he could breath. "Get the idea" she giggled as he pleaded for her not to hurt him. She sank back and struck again. This time on the other leg. Leaning forward she said "curl that tongue so that I can feel it in my ass". She leaned back and could feel his tongue. She picked up the short cane and struck him inside the thigh. When she leaned forward again, she jabbed the end of the cane into his balls. 

"If I don't feel you're doing the best job you can. I'm going to whip your cock and balls. Leaning back she looked down and could see the cords standing out on his neck. She kept this routine up for quite some time. It looked almost as though she was cantering on a horse. She would lean forward and give him a chance to take in a breath and then pressing back she would strike him with one of the instruments. After awhile the pain from the repeated blows to his thighs and across his stomach caused him to cry. She could feel his tears on her ass and she smiled. She laid down beside him and stroked his face. "I told you, you would cry tears on my ass." 

She then stoked his cock until he was hard. She mounted him and fucked him till she came. Moving forward she made him clean her. She flipped him over and untied the leather cord so he could stretch out his legs. She opened the lock on the wrist cuffs and cuffed his hands in front of him. She snuggled down next to him and they both fell asleep. 

In the morning, she woke first. Rolling over she nudged him awake and ordered "rim me". He protested but she said "tears on my ass" which was all she had to say and he was busily rimming her asshole. 

to be continued...



The Goddess Of Dammam



Twenty years ago we met, and although the timing wasn't right, I knew right then and there that someone special had finally come into my life. My name is Afaf Khan-Birrou and I was born in the City of Dammam, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Pakistani immigrant mother. My father Omar Alzahrani never took care of my mother Amina Khan and I, and we left the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia for Canada in May of 1999. It was the tenth summer of my life, and the first time I set foot in the City of Toronto, Ontario, the place simply blew me away.

Canada has been our home ever since. I consider myself as Canadian as anyone, for this is the place where I became educated, found love, got a job with the CRA and, recently, became a wife and mother. This place is central to my existence, although a part of me will always miss the land of my birth. Sometimes at night, I dream of Dammam, crown jewel of the eastern province of Saudi Arabia. I remember our old house in the south end of metropolitan Dammam, and all the Ethiopians, Nigerians and South Asian migrant workers who were our friends and neighbors. Fellow foreigners in the hardened realm that is the heartland of Islam.

One of them stands out in the echoes of my memory. Yousef Birrou, a brown-skinned, raven-haired Ethiopian lad with golden brown eyes. He lived with his parents, Ahmed and Ayaan Birrou, on the house right next to ours. Yousef and I used to play together. Our parents were friends. Like a lot of Ethiopians, the Birrou family came to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia in search of work. Nobody warned them about the way Saudis treat non-Arabs in their homeland, apparently.

As the half-breed daughter of a wealthy Saudi Arabian father who refused to acknowledge me or my Pakistani-born mother because of his conservative family's disapproval, my very existence was scandalous. You see, Saudi Arabia is a very patriarchal society. Over there, the men control pretty much everything. If he wanted to, my biological father could have acknowledged me, and granted me Saudi citizenship but he pretty much ignored my mother and I. Yes, in this land where women cannot even venture outside without a male guardian, or work without male permission, my mother and I were left to fend for ourselves. 

That's a huge part of the reason why my mother and I went to the vaulted gates of the old Canadian Embassy in the City of Riyadh, within the Capital region of Saudi Arabia, and pleaded for asylum. Eventually, it was granted to us and we left the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia for the Confederation of Canada, never to return. It was a long time ago and I was quite young in those days but certain events in a woman's life she can never forget. For me, my time in Saudi Arabia, brief though it was, will forever shape the remainder of my days upon this earth.

I enrolled at the University of Toronto in 2006, and studied accounting, eventually graduating with a bachelor's degree in 2010. I thought I had it made, but someone forgot to tell me about how white Canadians feel about highly educated women of color in the workplace. In Canada, if you're smart and talented, and you don't look like them, they won't hire you. Not because you're not qualified but because they're afraid of your potential. Sad but true fact about the mindset of white Canadians, ladies and gentlemen.

Let me make this painfully clear for you, dear readers. I'm a six-foot-tall, plump and hijab-wearing brown woman in a world that worships skinny blonde females. I was not what most businesses and corporations in Toronto were looking to hire, not with so many educated white girls to choose from. After about a thousand job interviews, I felt deflated and got a job working at Loblaw's. I soon rose to the position of manager, but that's not what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

I returned to school, and this time, I decided to study business. I felt bored of metropolitan Toronto, and came to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, instead. I'd heard good things about the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University. That's why I enrolled there, and little did I know that this decision would have far-reaching consequences for the remainder of my days. For it's at this school that I would run into the man destined to be my lover, my husband and so much more.

I was new to campus, and as new students are wont to do, I got lost. I was looking for the Loeb building and somehow ended up near the Athletics Center. Frustrated, I walked up to a tall young black man and asked him for directions. The young man looked me up and down, and his eyes went wide. His lips trembled, and a single word came out. Afaf, the stranger whispered.

I stared at this young man, stunned. I asked him how he knew my name. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. My heart skipped a beat, and when I looked deeper into those unmistakable golden brown eyes, I knew. It was him. Yousef, I whispered, and it came out as a choked little cry. Yousef's handsome face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he smiled.

As Salam Alaikum Afaf, Yousef said, nodding gently. Next thing I know, he pulled me close and hugged me fiercely. And I hugged him back. For this was my long-time friend from the old days. My former play mate. My old neighbor. I looked at Yousef, and a flood of emotions came at me, all at once. I had so many questions. When did he leave Dammam? How long had he been in Canada? How were his parents? What was he studying at Carleton University?

Walk with me sister, Yousef said, and he gently put his arm around me, just like he often did when we were little. I nodded, smiling happily, and then we walked back into the Athletics Center. There's a Tim Horton's inside, and Yousef and I sat down and caught up, over coffee and sandwiches. I sat across from this tall, handsome young black man who was nothing like the nerdy, chubby lad I remembered, except for his soulful golden brown eyes. As Yousef spoke, I looked at him and smiled.

Yousef sat me down and told me....everything. His parents left Saudi Arabia and sought asylum in the United States in 2000. In 2008, after spending eight years in Boston, Massachusetts, Yousef and his family crossed over into Canada, where the Canadian government granted them first refugee status, then permanent residency. We've been in Ottawa ever since, Yousef said, flashing me that million-dollar smile I remembered so well.

What a story, I said, sighing happily. Yousef gently laid his hand on mine, and I gasped in surprise. Even after leaving Saudi Arabia and spending a lifetime in Canada, I still have a Saudi woman's socio-cultural sensibilities. As most Muslim women would tell you, we're not big on touching unrelated members of the opposite sex. I looked at Yousef's hand on mine, and I guess my friend must have taken it the wrong way, for he quickly pulled away.

I'm sorry Afaf, Yousef said, a look of sadness creeping into his handsome face. I looked into his eyes, this beautiful young Ethiopian man whom I've known all my life. From Dammam to Ottawa, it would seem that fate had plans in store for us. I laid my hand on Yousef's, and smiled. Don't be sorry, I told him, as my heart thundered in my chest. Yousef looked at me, and smiled faintly. I smiled too, and then did something completely unexpected and very much uncharacteristically bold of me. I reached across the table, took Yousef's face in my hands, and then I kissed him.

It was a brief kiss, just a three-second peck on the lips, nothing like what you see in the movies nowadays. But it was a kiss nonetheless. The first of many kisses that we would share, Yousef and I. My beautiful Ethiopian stud looked at me, his handsome face filled with surprise. I've missed you Afaf, he said, and then he kissed me. People walking by stared at us. Carleton is a very diverse school but you don't often see Arab girls kissing black guys. Not in public anyways.

Missed you too, I told Yousef, after we came up for air. Yousef looked at me and we both laughed, and then, hand in hand, as if the past twenty years hadn't happened, we walked together. Yousef was running late for his criminology class in Southam Hall and I was definitely late for my business class in Loeb but we didn't care. It had been too long since we'd seen each other, Yousef and I. We held each other tightly, silently vowing never to let go. Fate brought us back together. Who are we to question it? 



The Goddess Of Love



It started long ago.. The love of one woman for another. A woman with long flowing dark hair, pretty ocean colored eyes. The face of an angel, the body of a pure goddess. The other woman quite smaller, but if she caught you off guard.. She was able to take you down.

This woman, the goddess, long dark hair, long legs, a body that won't quit.. A killer smile.. With such Harmony and love. In fact that is her name. Harmony. The other woman, is like a cheetah. Fast and furious. She loves to open Pandora's box once in a while. We'll call her Serena. She thinks that everything is always serene.. But much to her surprise, it's all about to take a twisting turn of events.

The goddess, Harmony, thinks that her quick wit will always save her. In fact sometimes it does. The other woman, Serena thinks that she has a beautiful power. One that can overcome any woman refusing her very needs, with her dangerous liaisons. It's a relationship of love, honor and hate. One woman, Harmony loving the other, Serena. And Serena only lusting after. 

"Why waste my time" says Serena. 

"But it's what I want.. My only wish. Can't you honor my only wish?" Says harmony.

"Not when your a goddess. The most beautiful woman in the world. Any woman can want you.. But I have you. I have power over you, something that no other woman can have," said Serena.

Harmony thinks to herself, "not for long, Serena my dear, not for long."

"I shall pick you up at seven, then, my beautiful Harmony." 

"As you wish, my wicked Serena."

Later that evening, Harmony goes and dresses for her date with Serena. Going through her huge closet, wondering what to wear. She chooses a simple outfit, then decides against it. Chooses another, and the same. Finally the third outfit.. 'Ah, this is perfect. Serena will love it. I just hope it stays on me long enough. Sheesh, after that last time. No! I told myself that this is it.. No more fun and games. I will come home in one piece, and not a shred of ripped cloths. And with a bit of dignity,' thought Harmony. And with that.. Harmony holds her head up high, in her belief. Splashes on some make up, tosses her hair then decides to wear her hair up. She reaches for a pretty hair pin and places it in her hair. Takes one last look in the mirror. And silently gives herself a thumbs up. Just before the doorbell rings.

Harmony walks herself down the long staircase. Fully clothed, looking stunning as usual. Head held high. She opens the door, and there stands Serena.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Serena torts. Harmony said nothing but stood aside for Serena to enter. Harmony saw the expression upon Serena's face. And it wasn't pretty. Harmony thought to herself.. 'This is going to be a long night. I could be sleeping or something. But a little butt kicking neva hurt anyone.' Then she mistakenly laughs out loud. 

Serena turns quickly towards Harmony. And says "What was that about?" That laughing you were doing.

"Oh, nothing dearest.. Nothing," says Harmony.

"I bet, retorts Serena, I bet. Now are you about ready?"

"Yes," Harmony says in a huff. "Lets go. Let's get this thing over with."

With that Harmony opens the door, and let's Serena out. Turns around making sure she has her key, and locks the door. 

Serena turns and says "you don't think that you'll be needing that do you?"

"What," says Harmony.

Serena shouts, that "key. After this date, that you so desperately want.. You do know I'm only doing this for you.. I could care less about this dating thing. It means nothing to me." With that, Harmony hangs her head.. Then inside, gives herself a good talking to. Lifts her head high, and says, "This is what I want. It is what we should do. But.. If that's how you really feel about me.. Only to use me as a piece of meat. Have me whenever you want me, Then so be it.. Let's forgo this stupid date."

But Harmony, knowing herself, didn't really believe what she was saying. It's been her long dream. To have Serena actually have a date with her. A date that was truly meant. Not just some cheap romp in the hay at some sleazy hotel. Or Serena's apartment in the city. "No, I mean it right here right now."

"What?" Retorts Serena.

"I said if you want me that badly. You can have me," says Harmony.

"You've got to be kidding me? No strings, no nothing?" says Serena.

With that, Harmony spreads herself against the hood of the car. "Here I am.. What are you going to do about it."

Serena looks at Harmony and says "you're serious, aren't you."

Harmony says "I sure am."

"No," says Serena, "this is too easy."

"Why, it hasn't stopped you before. Tearing my cloths off of me, beating me, so I can't stand on my own two feet, torturing me for hours. I can't fight back, you know that.. You throw me off guard. I can't defend myself. And you totally take advantage of me, in a weakened condition. And now I'm giving you fair game at me.. And you won't leap at the chance?"

"No, I told you it's too easy," says Serena.

Harmony, in her thoughts to herself, thinks 'Damnit!, I thought surely she would fall for this. Always wanting me, lusting after me. I give her fair chance.. And she doesn't take the bait. Well girl, nights not over yet!'

"Get off the car you stupid woman. Let's go, said Serena." 

With that Harmony slowly gets herself off of the car and gets inside the passenger seat. 

"You know, you could open the door for me. "It is only right," said Harmony.

"Nah," says Serena. "Let's get this stupid date over with."

Later, after some driving.. Serena always makes sure they go to a restaurant far away from Harmony's house. That way Harmony has to spend the night with her. This time, Harmony has other plans. Only Serena doesn't know it yet. They arrive at the restaurant. They stop the car Serena gets out. Harmony, hoping that Serena will come and escort her out of the car, sits and waits. Serena shouts "get out of the car, bitch."

With that, Harmony hangs her head, and gets out of the car. After crossing in front of the car, a man gets inside and drives off, parking Serena's car. Harmony and Serena enter the restaurant.. The Maitre d' is waiting, and asks "and your name?"

"Rain, for two," says Serena.

"Ha, here you are. Right this way, Madams," as the Maitre d' motions them for follow him. With the women following behind. He pulls a seat out for Harmony, and one for Serena.

"Can I start you off with some wine, Ladies?" 

Serena says "I'll have a glass of your finest wine." The waiter looks at Harmony, and says, "and for you madam? And might I say you look absolutely ravishing tonight madam!"

With a blush, Harmony says, "Why thank you, kind sir." Serena utters an "Oh brother." With that Harmony sends a look to Serena that could stop a heart cold. Then says to the waiter "I'll have a glass of water with lemon please."

"As you wish madam."

With that, he's whisks himself off and gets their drinks. The woman start some small talk. As a couple of friends walk bye, and give Harmony and Serena the eye. Serena speaks up and motions for them to come over to their table, and gives Harmony a wink. Harmony about shrinks in her own skin, right there in her chair, as to what she knew Serena was about to do. The woman approach Harmony and Serena, and start some small talk. Serena lets them know to no avail that they are here only to have dinner, at Harmony's request. But afterwards they will go back to her apartment for an all nigh romp in the hay. Then winks at the couple. Harmony shrinks in her chair when the two woman turn and look at her. She's blushing about sixteen shades of red, at the fact that these two friends know what's about to happen. Then harmony reminds herself of her plan. And sits up in her chair, and stares at the two woman, with a look that could melt ice. The two woman, friends, start to walk away, but stop and turn around.. And say, "have a good time." And begin to giggle.

Harmony says, "must you always do that?"

Serena says, "do what?"

"Totally embarrass me in front of my friends like that," retorts Harmony.

"Why it's fun.. And besides bitch, you should be used to it by now," Serena says.

"Well yes, I should be, but I'm not. And stop calling me that." 

"Whatever you say bitch," calls Serena.

With that, the waiter brings their drinks. And takes down their order. And rushes away to place the order with the chef. Harmony takes a sip of her water with lemon.. As Serena opens her mouth and says, "I can't wait to get you home and rip those cloths off you, and ravish you." With such loudness in Serena's voice, almost everyone in the restaurant stops and stares. Harmony nearly spits out her drink. And then torts, "You will not! You will not!" Serena gives Harmony a stare, and "says don't make a scene honey." (Serena likes to make herself smell like a rose, and make everybody else the bad guy. Or in Harmony's case, the bad woman.)

"I'm not making a scene dear.. You said it not me. Albeit, loud enough so the whole restaurant knows what you're gonna do to me when we leave here." With that, Harmony sends a sly grin in Serena's direction.. But that grin was more for herself instead. In thinking of her plan.

Thinking that she is "Beautiful as Aphrodite, wise as Athena, strong as Hercules, and Swifter than Mercury." Gee, where have I heard that before, hehe. But Harmony is beautiful, in fact ravishing, built enough to take on any woman trying to attack her, strong and swift from her workouts at the gym, and the smartest woman I know. The waiter brings Harmony and Serena's dinner. Sets it down in front of them, and asks "will that be all madams?"

"Yes, that will be all kind sir," says Harmony. With that the waiter, winks at Harmony, and walks away. Later that evening after it looks like the two woman, Harmony and Serena, have finished their dinner. The waiter comes to their table, and says "desert tonight madam's?" Serena speaks up and very loudly, again, says "I have all the desert I want right here." And winks at Harmony.

The waiter winks at both woman, and leaves their bill on the table. "I'll be back for that in a minute." Wisking their dishes away. He comes back and takes The bill and Serena's credit card. Harmony gives Serena another look that could melt a huge glacier. Serena just stares on. The waiter comes back with Serena's credit card, and a pen. Serena signs the bill and hands it back to the waiter, and puts her credit card away. Then looks up at the waiter. He looks at the two woman, and grins then winks at them. 

Harmony says "c'mon, let's get out of here, shall we?"

With that, the two woman head for the door. The man brings them their BMW Convertible, and holds the door open for Serena, then comes over to Harmony and opens the door for her. Waits for her to get inside, then shuts her door. The two woman wait for the man to exit. Then Serena takes off. Not wanting to waste a second more. Serena puts her hand on Harmony's knee. Harmony slaps her hand away. Serena grabs Harmony's wrist and squeezes hard. Harmony cries out, "you're hurting me, let go of me." Abruptly, Serena finally lets go. Harmony rubs her wrists where Serena had grabbed her. While Serena speeds off to her apartment. Wanting to ravish, pillage and plunder poor usually unsuspecting Harmony. But as I said, there's an unsuspecting turn of events about to happen.

Harmony is a very bright woman. But thinks with her heart a little too often when it comes to her affinity for woman. Kind of reminds me of Charlie Brown and Lucy. Where Charlie wants to kick the football, and Lucy holds the ball, and every time Charlie lifts his leg to kick the ball, Lucy pulls the ball away and Charlie falls down. Then Lucy promises that she won't do it again. And Charlie Brown falls for Lucy's deal and Lucy pulls the ball away again, as Charley Brown falls down. Well Harmony honestly believes that Serena will finally see things her way. But this time Harmony's not so gullible. Serena turns the car into the parking lot of her apartment, and parks the car. She then tells Harmony to get out of the car. "I don't want to waste another minute.. I want you now." Harmony looks a little worried at Serena's insistence, but gets out of the car, grabs her purse, and follows Serena. Harmony thinks to herself.. Now, Harmony, remember your plan. 'I am strong, I am invincible, I can take this bitch on. I will win!' With that, Harmony follows Serena to the door. Serena tries to take on Harmony outside of the door to her apartment, but Harmony slaps Serena across the face. Totally stunning her. Serena retaliates with her deafening, clamorous voice. "I have had enough of your whining, whimpering little getting out of sex routine." With that, she unlocks the door.. And shoves Harmony inside. 

Harmony almost falls against the wall coming in. After Serena shuts and locks the door. She takes off her coat, and ushers Harmony to do the same. Nearly ripping harmony's coat. Harmony torts, "I just bought that."

Serena, ravenous for Harmony, torts, "You know what I want bitch.. Now give it to me."

With that Harmony shudders, and tries her quick wit. "I'm tired of being a patsy, a target for your dangerous sexual liaisons. I do not want this torturous lovemaking session with you. I will not comply with your demands."

With that Serena takes her fist and throws a punch at Harmony. Harmony's, svelte, lithe body, ducks out of the way, leaving Serena's fist to hit the wall behind her. Serena replies with an utterance of "You stupid bitch, look what you made me do."

Harmony replies, with a hearty audible expression of mirth. "HaHa."

Serena takes another try at Harmony. Missing her again. Harmony finally takes her punch and connects with Serena. Leaving Serena to wonder where this rush of eminence to this affair has come from. Serena shouts at the top of her lungs.. "Now listen here bitch.. I want to fuck your balls off, here and now. Quit stalling."

And with that Serena takes another punch at Harmony, missing again. This time Harmony takes a swing and connects with Serena. Leaving an eye half swollen shut. Serena regains her footing and grabs Harmony and shoves her into the bedroom, and onto the bed. Serena and Harmony begin to wrestle with each other, both taking punches, and cavorting sexually atop Serena's bed.

Serena takes in a punch at Harmony's expense. And leaves Harmony stunned at her actions. Harmony regaining her senses, takes a single punch at Serena's face, causing Serena to fly backward landing on the floor. With that, Harmony takes advantage of her newfound situation. And kicks Serena in her midsection with her gogo boots. Kicking her repeatedly in her midsection, her legs, and her face. "Take that, you stupid wanton bitch." Then leaving poor helpless Serena shriveled up holding her midsection, bellowing on the floor. Harmony purposely taking her heel of her gogo boot and grinding it into Serena's other hand. And walking out the door. Stopping only to reply.. "Ever do that again, and I will strip you of all your cloths, rape, pillage, and plunder you, without warning. And completely have all elements of your dignity striped, and hang you out to dry. You are the Weakest link.. Good bye."

With that, Harmony realizing her oneness with dignity, holds her head up high and walks out of the room, and unlocks the front door of Serena's apartment and exits outside. Walking to a curb nearby, taking a deep breath and haling a taxi.



The Goddess of Pakistan



I didn't believe in fairy tales, in charming princes rescuing damsels in distress from unfortunate circumstances. I have never been that naïve. I also had trouble believing that there is good in the world, until somebody sent me an angel to save me. My name is Aradhana Christina Sharif, and I came into the world on February 4, 1989. I was born in the City of Turbat, within the Balochistan province of Pakistan. My parents, Joseph Sharif and Pooja Bukkhari-Sharif moved to Ontario, Canada, in the summer of 2002. We're a Pakistani Christian family and life wasn't always kind to us as religious minorities in a mostly Muslim county. 

When I first set foot in Ontario, Canada, I was full of hope. Finally, we had a new place to live where we wouldn't be persecuted for our Christian faith! We tried getting into the United States of America but couldn't because the country developed a strong distrust of immigrants, especially the ones from Muslim nations, after the events of 9/11. Given what they endured at the hands of Saudi terrorists, I couldn't blame them one bit but I wish they wouldn't put all foreigners in the same boat. There are peaceful Muslims living in Western countries, and there are non-white and non-Muslim immigrants coming into Western nations with the best of intentions. Don't paint all of us with the same brush. We're not all the same!

Sadly, that's exactly what they did. It didn't matter to American immigrant officials that my family and I were pious Christians. They saw the word Pakistan in our papers and jumped to all sorts of conclusions. Since we looked like the Arabs, the Persians, the North Africans and the South Asians, the reviled "international terrorist type" they coldly turned us away. The fact that we suffered for our Christian faith and our belief in democracy back in Pakistan didn't matter to them. We came to Canada because, well, the only alternative was to return to Pakistan, where Muslim men who rape Christian girls and Hindu women got a pat on the back from the police. Thanks but no thanks.

My mother Pooja Bukkhari-Sharif once told me about how she almost got raped by a Pakistani Muslim security guard at the University of Balochistan in the town of Quetta. This incident is from when she was much younger. The security guy, whom she referred to as Tariq the creep, pursued her endlessly. There aren't a lot of Christians in the province of Balochistan and Tariq found my mother intriguing because she went around with her head uncovered, like many Christian women and Hindu women do in Pakistan. A lot of liberated Pakistani Muslim women go about unveiled too but their families usually bug them about it. Pakistani Muslim men are a chauvinist bunch, and they haven't taken too keenly to the advent of women's rights in the country, and Pakistani Christian women have been at the forefront of that movement. If it weren't for the timely intervention of my father, who was one of mom's classmates at the time, the unthinkable would have happened. My mom would have been another statistic thanks to Tariq. Another Pakistani Christian woman victimized with impunity by a Pakistani Muslim male. My dad beat the living daylights out of Tariq, and the fool got the message. Thanks to this harrowing encounter, my parents met, and became inseparable. 

My mom makes light of the event, though I can tell it still haunts her when I look into her eyes as she talks of it. If it weren't for that brute your Baba ( father) the shyest man in the world never would have spoken to me, she laughed. Dad would shrug and smile when she said that. My father Joseph Sharif has always been a man of few words. He's six-foot-one, somewhat chubby, with light bronze skin, curly black hair and dark eyes. He and mama are complete opposites. My mother is tall and slender, with dark bronze skin, curly black hair and light brown eyes. She's darker-skinned than my father or myself, and when we visited the Republic of India back in the summer of 1998, people often asked her if she was from Tamil Nadu. 

From what I hear, the darker-skinned men and women of Indian society still get treated like shit, thanks to a mentality that harkens to the days of the Caste System, even though India touts itself the world's largest democratic nation. In some ways, Pakistan is more progressive than India. If you're dark-skinned and Muslim in Pakistan, you're treated better than the most light-skinned Christian member of Pakistani society. They're obsessed with religion down there, not race, unlike the rest of the world. It's only in Western societies that people seem to think religion doesn't matter. I can't think of anything that matters more, actually. 

I sometimes wish I could shake some sense about this fact into the naïve minds of my Western friends. There's a growing Muslim minority in places like the provinces of Quebec and Ontario, Canada, and the state of Michigan, USA. What the Americans and Canadians don't realize is that Muslims play nice until they have the necessary population numbers, then they make war upon non-Muslims with a fervor and fury that's terrifying to behold. Instead of promoting Judeo-Christian values and democracy worldwide, Americans and Canadians continue to turn a blind eye to the hidden powers that are attacking their society from within and without. Western Muslims support non-Western Muslims in every way but Western Christians don't support Christian minorities living in places like Pakistan, Afghanistan, Syria, Egypt, Lebanon and so on. I mean, I've met crucifix-wearing white female university students who date Muslim male students from Egypt and have no idea that the persecution of Coptic Christians in Egypt is supported by Islamist clerics in their homeland. Crazy, right?

Anyhow, enough about politics. My parents and I tried our best to adjust to our new lives in Ontario. Canadian culture and society were quite confusing to us at first. Canada is a mostly Christian country where the people prefer to keep religion out of public life. A multicultural country where anti-immigrant sentiment and virulent racism are openly and unapologetically expressed most of the time. I've gotten called a "Paki bitch" while walking around with friends in the City of Toronto, Ontario. A white guy called me "Muslim scum" on the bus. If the fool had paid attention he'd notice that I wore a crucifix around my neck, the same one my mother had given me in Pakistan when I was younger. My faith in Jesus Christ has gotten me through many trials and tribulations, but Canadian racism truly tested me.

Growing up in the City of Toronto was a mostly positive experience. It's the most racially diverse place in Canada, after all. At my high school, Parkwood Academy, we had so many students from places like the Republic of Haiti, Brazil, South Africa, Korea, India, and so on. I swear, racial minority types will be the majority in the Greater Toronto Area soon, if they aren't already! While at Parkwood I became friends with a young Haitian gal named Nadege Chevalier and her brother Armand. As an only child I desperately needed pals and Nadege and Armand happened to live two blocks from me. Their parents, Paul and Nadine Chevalier own a Haitian restaurant in Mississauga. We hung out all the time, and remained tight even after graduation. 

I would later run into Armand Chevalier at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. In 2007 I stunned my parents when I chose Carleton over more established schools like York University, the University of Toronto and Ryerson University. Truth be told, I just wanted to get away from my folks and since they hated Ottawa, I figured I'd give it a shot. Besides, Carleton is a known nationally as a terrific school for civil engineering, my major. Thus began my adventure in the capital, a journey that would change my life. As an immigrant woman, I complain a lot about Toronto but it's light-years ahead of Ottawa socially. In the capital you're stared at endlessly if you're not white. At least in Toronto the white people are used to us minorities. We've got black policemen, Asian businessmen and even Arab female politicians in good ole T.O. In Ottawa? Not so much. The faces of business and politics, power and success, are sorely lacking any pigmentation in Ottawa. 

I was determined to make the best of my time in Ottawa. Fortunately, I wasn't completely alone. I had a good friend and guide in the person of Armand Chevalier. The nerdy brat I knew as "Nadege's little brother" had grown into a six-foot-two, brawny and muscular young Black man. Gone were the glasses and the braces, he actually looked good! I on the other hand? Not so much. I'd like to think I inherited the best of both worlds from my parents. My dad's got Sikh ancestry somewhere in his family and my mom definitely has Tamil blood in her, and they're both tall. I'm five-foot-eleven, dark-skinned and chubby. I weigh two hundred and forty pounds and I'm stuck with it. I've tried every diet I can think of but my hips remain white, my bum remains big and round, and I remain 'curvaceous'. I tell myself that curves are in. My Baba tells me that I'm beautiful and it makes me smile, but isn't that what fathers are supposed to say to daughters?

Anyhow, I was at the school gym, huffing and puffing on the treadmill when a vision of masculine beauty walked past me. A tall guy with the perfect shoulders, tight body and cute buns breezed by me, and it took me a moment to realize this chocolate-flavored Adonis was none other than my old buddy, my best friend Nadege's younger brother Armand. Damn he looked fine! I gasped, and he must have heard me for he turned around, flashed me a million-dollar smile, said my name and then asked me how I was doing. 

Well hello Armand, I said, in a tone that I hoped wasn't too lusty. I hadn't seen Armand in about two years. When Nadege and I were seniors at Parkwood Academy, Armand was a sophomore. He'd won a scholarship to an elite all-male school somewhere near Windsor, Ontario, and I hadn't seen him since. Dude graduated a year early, and was now a freshman at Carleton University, same as me. How do you like them apples? I was thrilled the new and improved Armand Chevalier, and we exchanged numbers on the spot. He even helped me with my workout. I thought I looked horrible in a too-tight tank top and booty shorts but the Haitian stud assured me I looked fine. You're the fine one, I thought lustily as I admired his fine body. I've seen a lot of good-looking guys of all colors in Ottawa and Toronto but Armand was in a category by himself. Hot damn indeed!

Armand and I went to grab some tea after our workout, and got ourselves reacquainted. That night, I called my erstwhile friend Nadege, and we ended up talking on the phone for two hours. Nadege is still in the Toronto area, studying computer science at York University. And my favorite Haitian diva couldn't shut up about her new friend Trevor Labonte, a white guy she described as a younger clone of Justin Timberlake. I like my men manlier than that but Nadege has always been into metrosexual guys. 

At six-foot-one with her dark brown skin, muscular body and dreadlocks, Nadege is an African Amazon in her own right, and she only goes for short white guys. I guess opposites really do attract. I quizzed her about her brother's social life, since they're pretty close, and hoped she didn't pick up on the fact that I was pumping her for information. Since Nadege is a bit thick when it comes to such things, and she couldn't shut up about Trevor Labonte anyways, I doubt she had any idea that I had designs on the new and improved Armand.

I began my first semester at Carleton University with three goals in mind, to ace my civil engineering classes, get into shape and also snag Armand. Like the multi-tasking machine that I am, I set out to achieve my goals with total determination. Armand is in criminology, so our classes are pretty far from each other, indeed they're on opposite ends of campus but somehow, I seemed to accidentally bump into him a lot. We began hanging regularly, on and off campus. I was completely new to Ottawa, but he'd spent the summer here so he knew the place. With him as my guide, I set out to explore my new city...among other things.

I am happy to say that in many ways, Armand was the same guy I remembered from high school. Though buff and handsome, he was still shy and sweet underneath his tough exterior. A strong man with a sensitive core, is there anything hotter? I liked that about him, and I set out to get him before any of the local ladies snagged him. A lot of women meet their future husbands on the college or university campus, studies have shown. I wasn't thinking that far ahead but I thought Armand had boyfriend material written all over him. I've gone out with a few guys from other communities before. I dated a Jewish guy named Joel in high school, and a Mexican-Canadian guy named Francisco. I had a crush on a Jamaican guy named Ted during my senior year and we did hang out a few times but a white chick named Dina took him away from me. Life, eh?

I liked Armand, and we were hanging out pretty often. I was quite affectionate with him in public, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek and such. I was pretty much throwing myself at the guy and I wasn't getting anywhere. What's a gal to do? I was growing pretty frustrated, until he put the moves on me when we went to see Across The Universe at the Silver City movie theater in Ottawa's east end one Friday night. There I was, sitting next to him, stuffing my face with popcorn and feeling pretty jealous of a Chinese gal whose white boyfriend was kissing her neck just three seats down our aisle. And Armand didn't appear to notice the frustration/despair creeping into my mood. What was wrong with him? We'd been out quite a few times. Why hadn't he made a move on me? Was there another gal in the picture? Was he gay or something? Or, as I dread, was he friend-zoning me because he wasn't into, ahem, curvy women?

All these thoughts were swirling about my head until, without warning, the magic moment came. Armand told me I had something on my chin, and when I brought my face closer so he could take it off ( my hands were messy thanks to all the popcorn oil ), he took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Completely unexpected. I would have fixed my makeup, swallowed a mint or something before, had I known I was about to be kissed, but it still worked. Unexpected kisses are the best, I think. Our first kiss lasted a full thirty seconds, I think, but to me it seemed a lot longer than that. How was that? Armand asked me. Not bad Mister Chevalier, I said with a wink. Not bad at all.

Thus our relationship began officially. I'm happy to say that I fell in love with him and he with me. We got a lot of stares from people when out in public together. Folks in Ottawa weren't used to seeing South Asian women with Black men, that's for damn sure. I'd seen a few Indian guys and Arab guys with Black girlfriends but even they stared when they saw Armand and I, holding hands while at the movies or at the mall or in restaurants together. One old lady from India, a Bengali woman, I believe, told me that I was disgracing my Indian heritage by dating Armand. I haughtily told her I wasn't Indian, I'm a Pakistani-Canadian Christian woman and I date whoever I please. Or should I say, who pleases me, eh? Big L.O.L. moment right there. With Armand on my arm, I began to experience the world in a whole new way. 

It's true that every non-white person in Canada experiences racism in some way, shape or form. I know of a French-Canadian female student from one of my classes at Carleton who became aware of Canadian racism for the first time after she converted to Islam and married a guy from Iran. Since she started wearing the hijab and dressing up in Muslim clothes, she's been called a "terrorist bitch" and told to "go back where she's from" by bigoted white people who seemed to notice her hijab and Islamic clothes before they noticed her white skin, which should have shielded her from racism. Imagine that! The sad thing is that it's people of African descent who bear the brunt of the racism aimed at all non-Caucasians in western society. Sometimes, people from other minority communities treat Black folks badly, and that is just plain sad.

One night, as we sat on the couch watching a rerun of Smallville, I asked Armand how he could endure this hell daily, he shrugged and kissed my hand. God didn't make the black man inferior to anyone and no white person or from any other race will convince me of that, Armand told me proudly. I've got your back no matter, I told him, and he kissed me full and deep. Gently, Armand cupped my face in his hands. I want to make love to you, he told me. I nodded, and hand in hand, we went to my bed. We'd been going out for exactly one hundred and seventeen days before we went to bed together, if you can believe that. Armand is a true gentleman and he believed in waiting till the time was right. Well, that time was upon us indeed!

My bedroom was messy ( I'm a civil engineer in training, not a homemaker ) but Armand didn't seem to mind. He just undressed me and went to work. I was a bit self-conscious about getting naked in front of him, but he reassured me that he found every inch of me beautiful, curves and all. I've wanted you for a while, he said as he licked my toes while sliding his fingers into my pussy. Hmmm. I urged him to do his thing, and before long, he was licking my pussy with that sweet tongue of his, with his fingers sending tremors of pleasure deep inside of me. The man had me right where he wanted me, on my back, legs in the air, and his tongue and fingers making me moan and squirm. I hadn't had sex in almost a year and I definitely wanted to make up for lost time.

Armand had me moaning and squealing after half an hour of licking and fingering my cunt, and I was hornier than ever. Just fuck me, I growled into his ear. The sexy Haitian stud muffin didn't need to be told twice. He rolled a condom on his hard dick, then thrust it into me. I wrapped my arms around him, and he began pounding his dick into me. My pussy gripped his dick tightly. I'd only been with three guys before and each time, I was in a long-term relationship with them. I made Armand because I don't give up the pussy to a guy before ninety days at the earliest. And I'm happy to say that the Haitian proved to be worth the wait.

Burying that handsome mug of his between my tits, Armand hugged me tight as he pounded away at me, thrusting his dick deep into my pussy. I shuddered all over as his heat invaded me, filling me up. The shy, reserved bookworm was gone, replaced by something else altogether, a primal force of masculine power, which totally owned me in my bed, fucking me like sex was going out of style. And I couldn't help but sing his hymns of praise at the top of my lungs, shouting in pleasure mixed with just the right amount of pain as he fucked me silly. My man was rough, and I liked it that way. 

When Armand put me on all fours, spanked my big ass and pulled my hair while slamming his dick into me, I felt like jumping for joy. I didn't know he had this much aggression in him, and I totally loved it! I'm almost six feet tall and I'm a voluptuous woman with a strong body ( and kinky mind ) so there aren't a lot of men who can take on someone like when I go buck-wild. I grinded my big ass against Armand's groin, causing his dick to go deeper inside of me. Armand fucked me like this for an hour and when he went soft after shooting his load, I took the condom off his dick and sucked his cock clean. While going down on his thick, uncircumcised chocolate dick, I slid first one then two fingers up his ass. A lot of guys would mind and protest but not Armand. You like that? I asked, as I licked the underside of his dick. I love it because I'm freaky like that, Armand told me with a wicked smile. A black man who's secure enough in his manhood to let his woman finger his ass while sucking his dick. That's hot!




The Goddess of Pakistan



What I did to Armand must have worked because he got hard as a piston in no time. I rolled another condom on his dick and climbed on top of him. Even though he's only two hundred and fifteen pounds, he was wickedly strong and could handle my weight. I lowered myself onto his dick until he was buried inside my pussy. Fuck me till I beg for mercy, I whispered into his ear. Armand smiled and nodded, then licked my tits as he thrust his cock into me. His strong hands squeezed my big butt cheeks and pinched them hard, just the way I liked it. My gorgeous stud fucked me real good, for many passionate, lust-filled hours, until we lay exhausted on the bed, spent and happy as can be. Glad I got you babe, Armand told me. I kissed him gently, and rested my head on his hairy chest before going to sleep.

Yeah, that was our first night of love, but it definitely wasn't our last. Armand and I decided to move in together at some point, but first we had to discuss our relationship with our respective families. When Christmas break came in December 2007, Armand and I went back to Toronto. As usual, his family had a big party. I was brought up Roman Catholic and Armand is from the Adventist faith. We're both Christians but our denominations are a bit different. Slight differences which would complicate things for us in coming days. For example, near Christmas time, I like to go caroling with other young people in the neighborhood, and put up Christmas decorations. Armand and his family also put up Christmas decorations but they're not big on wearing crosses or going caroling. I swear, there are too many different denominations among Christians!

This Christmas, Armand and I decided to tell our families we'd been dating. I figured they would be in for a shock. Two events came along to steal our thunder, as fate would have it. First, Armand's sister Nadege, my BFF, came from York University with her new boyfriend, that white dude Trevor Labonte. Oh, and she's pregnant and engaged! She called me three days before the semester exams at Carleton to tell me. I was about to tell her about Armand and I but I lost my train of thought as I did the BFF thing and began talking baby showers and potential names for her upcoming litter. She swore me to secrecy, and I didn't tell anyone, not even my beloved Armand. When we went home in Toronto, I managed to act surprised as Nadege and Trevor dropped their big news. Their daughter coming back pregnant from her first semester at university didn't impress Paul and Nadine Chevalier, Armand and Nadege's parents. To say that their mom got mad would be a bit of an understatement.

In all the excitement, I waited for a time to tell either Armand's parents or mine that he and I were dating pretty seriously. As luck would have it, Christmas dinner proved to be the perfect time. I'd invited Armand over to have Christmas dinner with us, and since both our families knew we had been close friends since high school, there was nothing out of the ordinary with that. Yet, when we dropped the news to my folks, the dinner table went silent. My Baba and mama looked at Armand then at me. Are you two serious? Baba asked me. He narrowed his eyes, and my heart skipped a beat.

I gently laid my hand on Armand and nodded. I've loved your daughter since the first time I laid eyes on her Mr. Sharif, Armand said earnestly. I looked at my mom, then my dad. Neither said anything for several, uncomfortable moments. This was an edge-of-your-seat moment if there ever was one. A slow smile crept into my Baba's bearded, lined face. It's about time, he said with a grin. Slowly I let the breath I hadn't even realized we'd been holding. You're okay with us? Armand asked. Mom looked at him, smiled and rolled her eyes as she nodded. We'd been aware of you two dating for the past two months, she said, apparently deeply amused. How did that happen? I asked. Baba laughed, looked at mom and gently kissed her hand. Facebook isn't just for your generation, he laughed. 

Armand and I looked at each other, exchanging the same look of guilty amusement we'd share back when we were younger and my pops could catch us smoking cigarettes in the basement. Busted, I said, and gave him a peck on the lips. And just like that, dinner resumed. Overall, everything turned out alright for Armand and I at Christmas time and afterwards. Eventually, the Chevalier parents came around and welcomed their future son Trevor Labonte into the family, much to Nadege's relief. Nadege and I chided each other about keeping secrets once she found out that Armand and I were not only dating but we were also pretty serious about each other. It's about time you got together, she said with a smile, hugging me. Armand and I returned to Ottawa, and moved in together. We found a nice three-bedroom apartment in the east end, in a high-rise apartment near the Saint Laurent Mall.

We continued living and loving, and going about our schooling. Living together provided us with both delights and challenges. I learned that the sexy Haitian stud I loved so much had some nasty habits like not cleaning up the washroom after shaving and Armand also thinks it's okay to wear socks to bed. Oh, and he snores. LOUDLY. He complains about some of my habits too. Apparently the fact that I hum in the morning ( I wake up early and I like to hum ) while Armand's usually still in bed gets on his nerves. I don't think a woman should have to say excuse me if she farts in bed next to her man after sex, but to Armand's Haitian sensibilities it's the height of rudeness. Touchy, isn't he?

Another issue we butt heads over is my smoking. Armand and I used to smoke a pack a day back in high school. He quit when he became Mister Fitness but I still smoke occasionally. I've been barred from smoking in the house by Mister Man. Whatever. I still smoke when I'm on the can and he doesn't seem to mind when I do it around that time. I always get him to compromise. We got a dog, a little Jack Russell Terrier I call Dakota. I refused to let Armand neuter her because I don't believe in spaying innocent animals. I'm okay with spaying humans, though, especially guys who cheat on their women and sex offenders. Armand wanted to rename him Spock like the Star Trek character, on account of the pointed ears. Over my dead body! What kind of name is Spock for a dog? It's okay for an alien scientist but not man's ( or woman's ) best friend.

For the most part, things are wonderful between us. I love Armand something fierce and he loves me too. We get along wonderfully on most days, especially in the bedroom. I've introduced Armand to kinky sex. I've always wanted to fuck a guy in the ass with a strap-on dildo and Armand was a bit apprehensive about that. It's not gay if a woman does it to a man, I chided him. And one night, Armand finally saw things my way. I greased him up with lube, put him on all fours and fucked his ass with my shiny new strap-on dildo. Armand complained a lot during the act ( at first ) but afterwards he relaxed and enjoyed. Nowadays he can't get enough of it. Armand keeps bugging me about letting him fuck my ass. Nope. Not for me. I ain't letting anything up my ass. It's an exit only. Yeah, I'm a selfish bitch like that, I know but fuck it, it's my damn asshole and I say what goes up there! Nothing other than toilet paper goes anywhere near my ass, thank you very much. 

Armand and I graduated from Carleton University in the summer of 2011 with our bachelor's degrees in criminology and civil engineering, respectively. We decided to stay in Ottawa. It's a boring little town but the more minorities move in, the livelier it becomes. I'm seeing a lot of African, Asian, Hispanic and Arab students at all four institutions of higher education in Ottawa. The University of Ottawa, Carleton University, Algonquin College and La Cite Collegiale. If that isn't a sign of progress I don't know what is. Three days before New Year's 2012, Armand and I got married. We had a beautiful ceremony at a spot we rented inside City Hall, and both our families attended, along with legions of friends and former classmates. The day I married the man I love is one of the happiest days of my life. We went to Saint Lucia for our honeymoon. It was absolutely magical. A month later, we became the godparents of Nadege and Trevor Laporte's newborn son Arthur. How cool is that?

I plan on continuing with my education but in the meantime, I got a job working for Cisco Systems, one of the few engineering companies in the City of Ottawa. The job pays forty six thousand a year, after taxes. Not bad for a recent university graduate who's also female and a minority, eh? I see a lot of guys and gals with college and university degrees working at Tim Horton's and Starbucks downtown. I'm glad I escaped that fate! As for Armand, he's now working for the Ontario Ministry of Community Safety and Correctional Services as a prison guard, or corrections officer as he calls it. One of his former professors in the institute of criminology at Carleton hooked him up. I'm glad my boo has a job that pays well but I tell him he can do better than that. He's too bright for a job like this, that's why I encourage him to go to Law School or something. It's in my plans for the future, Armand assured me. Not sure if I believe him, the way he rants and raves about how much he loves working enforcement. Just between you and me, I think he loves having a government-issued uniform, gun and badge a bit too much.

So, yeah, there you have it. The story of how my family and I escaped from the increasingly anti-Christian and anti-western realm that Pakistani society has become, moved to Canada, and began exciting new lives. All we can do is go on no matter what, live our lives to the fullest after tragedy strikes. When I left Pakistan for North America all those years ago, I missed my homeland sorely, though the Muslim government over there likes to persecute Christians. In Canada I found a home, and I met some wonderful people of all colors. Good things can happen here. How else could you explain Armand and I, or Nadege and Trevor?

Are there racists and other creeps in this beautiful land? Absolutely. As the wife of a Black man, I know this. I've seen the way bigoted clerks looked at my beloved Armand as we shopped at high-end stores and in mom and pop-style grocery stores together. The world still has a long way to go when it comes to racial issues. I do believe that some progress has been made, though. I hope you liked this tale. I've got to get home, dear reader. Got a surprise for my Armand when he gets home from work. You see, I swung by the clinic today to complain about my recent fatigue and the doctor told me that I'm pregnant...with twins! Thank God for this wonderful blessing, eh? Peace.



The Goddess of Passion



Jenna, at eighteen, had started her freshman year at Idaho State in the fall on full academic and athletic scholarships. Dell was extremely proud of her. In high school she had been an exemplary student, a cheerleader for the football team and a striker on the soccer team. At Idaho State she went right into both these same activities, devoting the rest of her time to her studies. She planned to become a medical doctor, specializing in sports injuries. 

Dell mused; "She's so pretty. Takes after her momma, bless her soul." Dell's wife, Sarah, and Jenna's mom, had died two years ago in an automobile accident. Skidded off the road during a blinding snow storm and bounced over the guard rail, landing upside down a hundred feet below. The car was a pancake.

Jenna took it very hard and almost went into a deep depression, but Dell was able to comfort her and worked very hard to be both mom and dad for her. Dell and Jenna got very close during this time and the neighbors all remarked at how well the two were doing, considering...

Now, it was Jenna's Christmas Vacation from the university and she and Dell were sitting in their kitchen thinking about what they'd do that coming weekend. They always did things together, now that Sarah was gone. And the things they did often were more slanted toward Dell's interests, but that suited Jenna just fine. She liked to do the things that her dad liked! In this regard, given that Dell was only thirty-eight, the two of them found it relatively easy to share mutual interests. And this time, it seemed to Jenna that it would be such great fun!

Dell had suggested they go cross-country skiing. They both loved to ski and were both very proficient at it. Dell had been an athlete in high school and had skied since he was a young boy, living here in Idaho all his life. He was a logger by profession and, thus, was in excellent physical condition. Jenna, too, was an excellent skier. The soccer season had recently ended, so she, too, was in excellent physical condition. Some might say - 'luscious' condition, but that's another matter.

They got up early on Saturday morning. As she soaped over her lovely, high, firm, round breasts in the shower, she could picture some man doing this for her, caressing her firm athletic body, making love to her with his slippery fingers, softly cupping her breasts, kneading them gently and swirling round her engorged nipples. She could feel her arousal growing, her juices beginning to flow from her nether mouth. Her soapy fingers slid across her tight tummy down to the top of her thighs, swirled around her hips to her firmly muscled buttocks. She moaned as her hands returned their stroking to her thighs. She spread them and brought her fingers up to her pussy. She came, squirming her whole body around; her hands pressed tightly against her sex, the breathtaking feeling washing over her entire being. She moaned again, her chest heaving as she came back to present time. She smiled dreamily and finished her shower, washing away the last vestiges of her encounter with her own emotions, except for places she didn't reach, places she didn't want to expunge of their residual feeling.

After Dell and Jenna dressed, they wolfed down a breakfast of hot cereal (microwave Instant Quaker Oats) and coffee and were ready to go. They had packed their 'survival' gear the night before. They dressed in their 'mountain skiing' garb (down pants, down parkas, woolen face masks, their custom ski boots and thick warm gloves). They put their parkas in the back with their packs and tossed their goggles on top. Dell kept a snow shovel in the SUV all winter, just in case. He had clamped their cross-country skis and poles on the roof rack of his SUV the night before, so all they had to do now was get to the trail head and start skiing.

Dell had verified with the weather service that all would be well for the next two days - no new snow expected partly cloudy and light winds from the northwest. These were perfect conditions for a perfect day with his lovely daughter, of whom he was so proud. Dell doted on Jenna. She was so full of life today, chattering and laughing about things she was telling Dell about her life at Idaho State. Every so often they would happen to look at each other at the same moment and both broke into wide grins. They were so happy to be with each other again for a while before Jenna had to leave and go back to school. But, because of Dell and how he had nurtured her at a critical time in her young life, she was able to do that, leave him for a while, and come out stronger in the end. Their love for each other was limitless.

They drove northwest out of Ketchum into the Sawtooth National Recreational Area to a point where one of their favorite cross-country ski trails crossed the main road. Dell was glad he'd tossed an extra set of chains in the back of the SUV as the road conditions definitely required chains and he couldn't be certain one set would be enough - sometimes they broke and without a second set, one might be stranded for some time. Cell phones were nice in a lot of situations but there were areas up here in the mountains, especially in the more remote spots where there really was no effective service - couldn't get one bar! It was awesome country! Mostly pine covered in summer and snow covered in winter, but in winter the smell of the pines was still strong, if it wasn't too cold that one's sense of smell was muted.

Once in a while there'd be a big break in the trees indicating a meadow in summer, where cattle would graze on the open range leased from the forestry service. Now, in winter, such open spots made for easy travel, crossing over on their long skis. Dell found the trail crossing the road by the tall sign which posted the trail, sticking up about a foot above the snow bank left by the plows some days earlier. It hadn't snowed for about four days, but it had been windy and cold, so there had been a lot of drifting in spots as they'd ascended into the Sawtooth area. It looked to Dell like the plows hadn't been up this way for a number of days, but his 4X4 with chains on all four wheels had handled the road easily.

Because of the wind, the snow had been cleared from a small spot just in front of a rock outcropping on the right hand side of the road about fifty yards up from the trail crossing. The wind had also reduced the level of the berm left by the plow almost to road level, so Dell could easily back into the clear area far enough to be off the road by a good ten feet and still leave them access to the back of the SUV to unload. Perfect!

Outside, the weather was exactly like the weather service said it would be, except that the wind direction had changed. The wind, what there was of it, was now coming from the southwest. Dell made a mental note that this was the wind direction from which many of their worst storms emanated. An alarm flag went up; but, they'd only be there for the day and he was confident they wouldn't have any problem they couldn't handle. He felt they were prepared for any eventuality. He had even given Jenna an extra set of car keys should she come to the car and he wasn't there - heaven forbid! She was a licensed driver and was a good driver, he felt. But, he thought, better safe than sorry! Especially where his Jenna was concerned! A broad smile came across his face as he looked at her unloading their gear from the back of the SUV. She handed him his parka before putting on her own.

Jenna looked at Dell and thought, "Oh, how much I love you, daddy! You certainly are my best friend!" "What would I do without you?" she pondered and then shivered, perhaps from fear, perhaps from memory of loss.

They were smiling at each other as they dressed for their trek, helping each other into their big, thick, down parkas. Dell had unclamped their skis and poles from the roof rack and handed Jenna's to her when she had put on her gloves. They picked up their skis and walked back to the south side of the trail head. 

There they put on their skis, pulled down their goggles and Jenna cried out, laughing, "Last one to the trees is a rotten egg!" and shoved off, taking long, sinuous strides with her legs and thrusting hard with her ski poles.

They had been on this trail before and knew it lead across the open meadow where they'd parked the SUV, to the west, where it threaded its way between a stand of tall fir trees coming out on another meadow just below a ridge to the north. Some of this area had been logged in the past (Dell estimated about twenty to twenty-five years ago, judging by the re-growth that had occurred). They had to be careful not to run into or over stumps that might be only lightly covered with snow.

However, the area they were traversing now was an open meadow, not a logged off area, so Jenna tore out as fast as she could, with Dell very close behind her. He admired her athleticism very much. He and Sarah had only her and he was grateful she enjoyed doing so many things with him that girls often didn't care to do at all, let alone with their dads! But now, she had challenged him and he had to give her a good race for the trees! After all, what fun was a challenge if nobody took you up on it? And he wanted her to have fun!

She glanced over her shoulder, seeing her dad coming on strong. She cranked up the length and rate of her stride, using her long, strong legs as hard as she could. She was laughing and screaming with happiness! Her leg action coordinated with her arm strokes with the poles was a thing of beauty! She was masterful! Dell marveled at how she sped along the trail, staying in front of him despite his best effort to overtake her. While he was fit, his work didn't require any running, so her soccer fitness was now proving the difference in who was going to get to the trees first and not be the 'rotten egg'. Besides, she had started out first whilst throwing down the challenge. She had an advantage from the start.

Dell grinned. He loved her so; her childlike innocence about so many things in life, in contrast with her brilliance in her studies and her athleticism - she was certainly going to be a catch for some guy! But, so far, she had avoided dating, preferring her sports activities and studies instead. He had often wondered about that when they were doing something like this, skiing together, but had not considered that it was a problem. She had plenty of time for all that boy stuff, he thought. Besides, it had made it easier for him - he didn't have to worry about some idiot youngster taking advantage of her and either hurting her and/or frightening her, or worse, 'spoiling' her, cruelly taking her innocence from her. To date, her choice of life-style had been a blessing to him and to her, he thought. She was one smart lady, he mused.

Wow, then it struck him! She is a lady! She's grown up! She's a woman now! He hadn't had to deal with all that 'period' stuff and other 'girl things'. Sarah had done all that before she died.

Jenna reached the edge of the tree line a stride in front of Dell and jammed her poles into the snow in front of her as she wishboned her skies, coming to a stop. He almost crashed into her but threw himself off to the side, ending up in a snow bank. Jenna shrieked in joy! She held her tummy, bent over, laughing and laughing. Dell stood, dusting the snow off him and then started to slowly laugh himself until he finally was laughing as heartily as Jenna was. They took off their skis, turned toward each other, reached out their arms to each other and embraced tightly, both of them marveling in the warmth they felt for each other.

"Oh, daddy! I love you so!" Jenna crooned, her face flushed with the recent exertion and her chest heaving with her deep breathing. "You make such a wonderful 'rotten egg'!" she laughed. 

Dell beamed back at her and said, "And you are one helluva fine skier! Wow, you can finally beat your old man!"

Jenna feigned indignation, stamping her foot, and said, "Daddy, one thing you are not is old! Why, you're better looking and in better shape than any boy my age. I wouldn't trade any of them for you! For anything!" hugging him tightly.

Well, Dell just beamed!! He was so happy to see her so happy. All was well in the mountains. Or was it?

They both noticed that it was clouding up a bit and the 'partly cloudy' statement from the weather service seemed to be changing to 'cloudy', as the sun disappeared. "Not to worry," thought Dell. "We'll just go on a bit further and see what happens. We can always double back and get the hell outa Dodge," he thought. Besides, Jenna was having so much fun; he didn't want to see her joy dampened by something as uncontrollable as the weather. They put their skis back on and continued over the winding path through the stand of trees to the next open area beneath the northern ridge. Jenna led.

Dell watched her extremely graceful, athletic strides in wonder. God, she was a beauty. His fatherly instincts welled up and he began to be concerned about her safety in this crazy world. No question about it, Jenna must be attracting boys like bees to honey at Idaho State, yet she hadn't said anything about it at all, only chattering about her studies and soccer. Still, that spark of concern glowed in Dell. He loved his daughter so much.

They glided smoothly across, just beneath the crest of the ridge, where the re-growth from logging was least and the snow was the deepest. Jenna certainly knew what she was doing in the path she selected. Every so often, a deeper drift would cause them to slow, but aside from that, they moved rapidly for some miles. They both were getting a bit hungry from their exertion. When they came to a new stand of tall trees, down the slope a bit, where the upper slope to the top of the ridge was too steep to traverse easily, they stopped.

Jenna turned to Dell and said, "Gee, daddy! I'm starving! Let's eat something." 

Dell responded, "Yeah, and I could use a drink, too." They had packed more food than they would ever have expected to need, so they had their choice of goodies - Power Bars, trail mixes of several varieties, sandwiches, you name it. They also each had a quart thermos of hot chocolate and under the current conditions that seemed yummy to both of them as they stepped out of their skis and helped each other lift their packs off their backs. 

"Interesting," mused Dell, Jenna came to me first to help take my pack off my back. She had her mother's trait of usually thinking about the other person first. Yes, no doubt of it, she'd make some lucky guy a very fine wife. He was extremely proud of that in her.

As they ate and drank, they noticed that tiny flurries of snow were beginning to float about them - nothing heavy, just tiny little flakes. Every now and then, the sun would vaguely be apparent, and then disappear again. The wind hadn't picked up at all, but remained steadily from the southwest. Dell wasn't alarmed but he did note the changing conditions and remained alert to any necessary change in their plans for the day. He looked to the southwest and observed that the cloud cover seemed to be tiny bit heavier in that direction. OK, keep a 'weather eye open.'

Jenna was smiling at him and chattering on about a term paper she'd written for her Biology class on which she'd gotten an 'A'. She was so excited about the prospects of eventually studying microbiology and, oh, so many things! She was ravenous for knowledge. Dell told her she'd need to explain some of those things to him when the time came, 'cause he 'didn't have a clue.' 

"Daddy, you know a lot more than you let on, but I'll be sure to answer any of your questions as best I can, any time," she laughed. 

God, she's so full of life - she's an inspiration! he thought.

Having sated their hunger and thirst for the moment, they packed up and continued down the trail. After a few more miles, the trail cut up over the north ridge and continued down the other side, running roughly parallel with the ridge, but down far enough from the crest that the weather approaching from the southwest was cut off from their observation. Moving swiftly as they were the increase in the rate of snow falling was somewhat obscured and it was not until they came to another point where the trail crossed back over the top of the ridge to the south that they were fully aware of the danger in their situation. The wind had picked up considerably, while they had been sheltered from it by the ridge top and the snow was now coming down with blizzard force.

Coming up to the crest of the ridge, Jenna slowed and finally stopped, blinded by the driving snow and wind. Dell caught up with her and shouted over the wind, "Honey, we've got to go back to the car and get home. This doesn't look good at all." 

He knew that much of their way back would be in the face of the obvious storm descending rapidly on them. She nodded her agreement. Dell flopped his skis, turning around, back the way they'd come. He led the way now, following the path their skis had made getting there. The force of the storm seemed to increase, in spite of the fact they were on the leeward side of the ridge. Now, he was definitely getting concerned!

True, they had enough food with them to last for a couple of days or longer if they rationed it out, but where would they find shelter if they needed it? If they did manage to get back to the SUV, he felt they could get out of harm's way. But, if they couldn't get that far, where could they hole up? Oh, yeah, he brightened! A few miles back there was a cabin, used by cattle hands to stay overnight if they needed to during the summer months when their cattle were on the open range leased from the forestry service. It was just to the north, slightly downhill from the trail. Well, they'd just have to take a reading when they got back to that point and make a judgment as to what they should do, hole up and wait out the storm, or continue on in hopes they could make it all the way out.

Going back was more difficult skiing, because the earlier surface was often harder with a crust caused by sunshine, but now, with new snow driving down, the surface was softer and sometimes driven into drifts which hadn't been there before. This was easily seen when their incoming tracks were obliterated by the new snowfall and wind. They plugged on, doing their best to keep up a fast pace in return to the SUV parked by the main road.

Fortunately, they both were well dressed for this weather, but they still had miles to go and the intensity of the storm was building. When the trail took them onto the southern side of the ridge, the blizzard was often blinding and they had to slow down, and in some cases, almost stop, to be sure they stayed on the return trail. Jenna just pushed ahead behind Dell, being alert to not run up his back when he slowed or stopped momentarily to check his bearings. She said nothing, just following Dell wherever he led. She trusted in him in every respect, knowing implicitly, that if anyone could get them out safely, it was her daddy. Even so, she began to have niggling concerns as the storm blew harder and the visibility dropped down to only a few yards.

Again, the trail took them over to the north side of the ridge and Dell began to search for the cattle rover's cabin, because if they plunged on past it and the storm kept up as it was or got worse, he didn't like their odds of making it out before nightfall - with blinding snow and no moonlight or starlight - well, forget it! Too dangerous. The cabin might very well be their only chance at this point, he thought.

Suddenly, below him on the left, Dell spotted what looked like part of a wall of logs; else everything was covered with snow. He couldn't really make out the roof and much of the side wall was also covered with deep snow. But, yes, there was the cabin. He slowed down and motioned for Jenna to stop so he could talk with her.




The Goddess



The third momentous event took place in bed that night. We had just made love, yes we came together, and I whispered in Alex's ear, I don't know why I whispered because there was no-one other than us there, I guess it sounded more romantic, any how I whispered, "Alex, Darling, will you marry me?" The moment was made more special by her answer, and that wasn't in words, it was in actions and they speak louder than words.