1 comments/ 5632 views/ 3 favorites The Requital - Dark Gods By: Kileka The Requital -- Dark Gods The Exchange 2 So I had this crazy idea after reading the Exchange again to write a sequel. I can only hope this is as popular as the original. Kileka * "For so many years, I have searched. I have combed the Earth's people continent to continent. I cannot bear the pain of her loss. Yet I have no way of knowing it is her. Tell me, sweet night, what shall I do?" The Lord of Night asked of his domain. ______________________________ "Nemae, come on. We're gonna be late for class." I shut my locker and matched pace with my voluptuous friend. Big tits and even bigger hips endow the brunette beside me. And, man, does she know how to show them off in a tight low-cut tank top and skin tight jeans. I envy those lumps as I have none of my own. Skinny and flat-chested just like my Japanese mother. I'm not nearly as confident and promiscuous as Lillie, either. We entered class, chatting all the way in. At the lunch hour, we sat where all the seniors do. I'm not really friends with any of the people we sit with except Lillie. She has been my friend since grade school, though she is much more popular than me. She is always bugging me to be more social and about being a virgin at 18. If your only options were over hormonal high school guys, would you be eager to lose it too? Obviously Lillie was. She had a reputation. Well, two reputations actually. First was being the school slut and the other was being a witch. What could I say? I loved her. She was talking about the ritual she and her friends were going to do tonight. It was going to be at the giant park just outside of town around midnight. They already had everything set up. I didn't believe in the shit, but I was going to look after Lillie. She was going to pick me up around 10 o'clock. _____________________________ Later That Night My mind didn't even process what the girls were saying. They had an altar set up with a bunch of weird objects and candles in glass holders around them for light. They were in cloaks and in a circle. They had started the ritual and were now speaking in what I thought was Latin. They kept chanting as I thought of how foolish they were. Messing with *6these kinds of things is indeed stupid. Finally after a climax, nothing happened. I snickered as the girls looked bewildered. After a few moments, a masculine voice filled the clearing, "Your lack of power is so great, had I not been in this plane already, I wouldn't even heard you." The candle light glowed upon a masculine figure in a cloak at the edge of the clearing. He stepped toward the circle of girls. The hood was up, hiding his face. The cloak took me aback as it appeared to be leather, roughly stitched together with tan cord. His pants were visible under the knee length cloak. The were pitch black with numerous straps. They looked similar to those you buy in Hot Topic. Something about his presence bothered me. He continued, "The will and knowledge of man is gone. You need a name lost to man to summon a deity such as I. To ensure you all do not do something even more stupid, I'm afraid you all have to die." I felt my stomach lurch and eyes pop from my face. Four creatures appeared out of nowhere around the man. They were quadrupeds whose fur appeared to be dark and metallic. They had glowing green eyes. I barely had time to scream before they leaped into the circle of girls. Screams and chaos ensued. Blood covered the grass as long teeth sank into bodies. Gore and bits flew as long metallic claws carved into flesh. I was frozen with fear. Lillie shrank back from the scene, obviously afraid. Only then did I realize that the man had moved. He was in front of Lillie. The monsters continued to devour scattered bits of body from behind him. I finally spurred into action, screaming, "No!" The man removed his hood. My voice stopped in my throat. He was...beautiful...and terrifying. Like every goth boy I had ever seen but so much more authentic. His skin was naturally pitch white and hair a long, stringy black. His features were blocky and overly masculine. A complex metal ear piece surrounded his ear. I couldn't see his eyes. He reached for her. The tears had run down my face as I ran toward them. My legs burned with exertion. All the while I screamed, "No! Stop. Please." I stopped a few feet from them. A name came to my mind. It bubbled up my throat as he grabbed Lillie's. It wasn't a scream, nor a whisper. Just a word. "Shanareal," I said, looking down. The man froze as though struck. His head whipped around. Green serpentine eyes peered into me. He was analyzing, reading, and searching me. And I was standing there weeping and shaking. He let Lillie go. He faced me and said, "That name is dead to man. How do you, a mere daughter of many, know it?" I searched my mind for anywhere that name could of come from. 'No movies, no books, no media, no conversations, no religious texts...where did it come from?' I began to ask myself. "I don't know, honestly. It just came to mind," I pleaded. "Names have power, daughter of man, and you have just said mine," he approached me. I had to look up as he came close. I saw a small smirk on his face. "You are much more appealing than your portly friend. It has been a very long time since I have craved a woman's touch. It has been even longer since I have felt one's." His pale thumb touched my lips, caressing them. I closed my eyes, unable to bear the weight of my want on top of my anxiety. Only when he removed his thumb did I look up again. He looked pained as his expression crumbled. He held his face in his hand. He regained his composure and pointed at Lillie. "I, Shanareal, Lord of Night, name servitude as my price for her life," He stated. Lillie shrieked, "No, Nemae, you can't. This is my mistake, allow me to pay for it." I looked at her, she had been crying and looked just as muddled as me. I looked again into the god's snake-like eyes. 'He will not take her. He will kill her. I may receive far less than death, gauging from his reaction to me.' I thought. Dread and doubt filled me as I said, 'Okay.' Lillie fell to her knees and put her face in her hands. The creatures disappeared, leaving nothing but us three. He looked amusingly thoughtful, regardless of my fear. "You are fortunate. I cannot kill you until I know how you said my name." He pauses then continues, "Your first task will be to prove your love for her in the only way I understand. You must fuck her until you give her an orgasm." There was an amused inflection on** his voice. I was confused at this request as I looked at Lillie. She looked at me with equal bewilderment. Nervousness replaced fear. The god had an expectant look on his face. "Now and here? With you watching?" I asked. He sighed, "Of course you half-wit. Surely you know how to do this. I imagine that you have done it for yourself many a time." I blushed, 'I have but that doesn't mean I've had sex before. Much less with a girl.' Lillie knew I was a virgin. She was definitely the more promiscuous of us. The god seemed to get impatient as he pushed me to her. I landed on my knees as I heard a "Now," from him. I was in front of her. I wiped my face on my sleeve. I scooted over to her. Hesitantly, I put my hand on her face. She had an empathetic look. I whispered, "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. It's not your fault," She said. She leaned into me and I kissed her. Her lips were soft and her mouth was hot. She was surely more experienced than me as her tongue entered my mouth. I felt a rush of want and love for her at this intimate act. We had done everything from sleep together in the same bed to see each other naked but not once had we kissed or touched intimately. I wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her deeper. My want could not cancel the feeling of the god's presence in my mind. I continued to kiss her as I pushed her to the ground and got on top of her. I began to slowly part the top of her cloak as I kissed her neck. I nipped at the curve there. Hitches formed in her breath as my tongue left a trail of wet down her neck and collarbone. She was wearing a thin tank top under the thick, long cloak. She was also wearing a miniskirt, which knowing her, would have nothing underneath. Only now did that strike me as being really hot. Leaning up, she shed the cloak and placed it under her. Goosebumps formed on her skin from the brisk night air. Our lips met again as I curled my fingers under the fabric of her top. I took it off, revealing her lacy bra. She reached around to unclasp it and it fell from her arms. Her breasts I envied most and she knew it. They were so beautiful, with large pink nipples that sat at the center of the mounds. I cupped them with my hands, though they barely fit. I kneaded them as she lay back down. I caressed the nipples, just barely touching them as I had done to myself so many times. Want became apparent on her face as her cheeks got rosy. I rolled the nipples in between my fingers lightly. I finally took one in my mouth, flicking my tongue across it lightly. She reacted strongly, arching her back and moaning slightly. I then sucked it as I played with the other. She was moaning consistently now. I moved to the other, licking and sucking at it. I caressed at her hips and legs as she wrapped them around me. I tortured her like this until I moved down, kissing her flat stomach. I leaned up and caught the sight of the god out of the corner of my eye. I became very self conscious of my actions when I saw him lounging on the altar. He had a bemused expression on his face as he watched us. I looked back at Lillie, laying mostly naked under me, a loving expression pointed toward me. The fire of my lust dwindled slightly. Slowly, I slid my hands up her smooth legs, pushing the skirt up. I stopped as the skirt ended up around her hips. Her muff was clean shaven. I parted her legs as far as they would go, revealing her wet slit. Her pussy lips were engorged and dark pink. I caressed her clit first, trailing my index finger down toward those lips. Starting with my index finger, I inserted it in her. She was hot, wet and felt so good. The walls of her pussy were soft and lumpy like a massage pad but a thousand times better. 'It's no wonder guys like sex so much. I couldn't even imagine what this would feel like on a sensitive body part.' My middle finger followed my index into her. I slid them in and out a few times. I traced the front of her pussy with them, searching for her g-spot. I did this slowly, gauging her reaction. I finally saw and heard a sharp moan. I tickled it more to make sure and she moaned. Remembering where it is, I pushed into her harder. I pulled out and tasted her on my fingers. The fluid was strong and slightly sour but not unpleasing. She was dripping wet around her pussy. I leaned down and lapped it up with my tongue. I then pushed my tongue in as far as it would go. I tasted her insides before inserting three fingers into her. I finger fucked her hard as I licked the hood of her clit. I sucked on it, coercing the little nib out. She was moaning loudly now, her hand threaded through my hair. I reached my right hand up and clutched her breast. I massaged it first, but then pulled at the nipple. The clit came out of its hood as she squirmed under me. I removed one finger than found her g-spot again. I wiggled my fingers against it, caressing it. I continued as heat flooded her. She moaned and shook as I worked. "Nemae, Nemae...I'm going to cum. Please don't stop..."She pleaded . The threshold broke as she screamed. Her pussy clenched against my fingers. Fluid flowed out of her. I stopped but kept my fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched again and again against me. 'Gawd, I wish I had a cock right now. I would fuck her until I came.' I thought. She leaned up after I took my fingers out of her. She hugged me and whispered, "Thank you, Nemae." I didn't respond but put the cloak around her. She looked up at me, "Let me touch you." I held her as I hesitantly looked up at the god. He was still on the altar with the sickest expression of twisted amusement on his face. I felt anger thread it's way around my mind. I let Lillie go gently. The feeling of anger was apparent on my face as I stood. "You sadistic fuck. How dare you get some fucked up amusement from forcing me to do that!" I yelled at him. The expression didn't change as he stared at me. "You looked like were having a good time. I'm surprised you didn't let her please you as well," He stated. "You cannot manipulate us for your sick games, even if you think you are some mighty god," I spat. "Actually, I can." At that, my temper overcast my common sense. I stomped over to him, and raised my hand to strike him. His cold hand grabbed my wrist. He stood keeping a hold of it. The amusement didn't leave his face. "The most resistant ones are often the most fun." "Fuck off." I defied him still. "Your anger does not affect me, youngling. You seem so experienced at pleasing women. Are you sure that is not what you prefer sexually?" He asked. I hesitated. 'I can't let him know I'm a virgin.' "I'm not a lesbian if that's what you're asking." "Hm, then what kind of men do you prefer in bed?" I tried to maintain the anger though the answers to these questions were lies off the top of my head. "Not the kind who think they're gifts to women." "I assure you, I can make you forget any man you've ever been with. I can make you orgasm so many times, you won't need sex for the next year. I am not a gift to the daughters of man, however." That answer confused me slightly. I think maybe he misunderstood the statement. I clarified, "Oh, and I hate men with giant egos." "Even if the ego is justified," He answered. I realized he'd drawn me in closer. I peeked a look at Lillie, who was wide eyed. She piped up, "You can't take Nemae. Please." His gaze shifted down to her. 'Oh shit.' "Why not?" He asked. She answered, "Well...she's not..." 'Lillie, please shut up.' I thought. "She's not versed enough to deal with someone as...experienced as you," she finished as screaming started in my head. A look of knowing and utter glee struck his face. He looked at me. I cringed. He let me go and started laughing. Cackles erupted from him. Fangs and a black tongue become apparent to me as he hoots. He stopped and looked at me. "Talk about luck. You have been trying to play it off but you are a virgin," He stated it as a fact, not a question. "That's why you would not let her please you." I shifted but didn't say anything. "It is late enough that you are off the hook tonight. I will visit you on a future night." He grabbed me by the neck, pulling my neck aside and tearing my shirt. He bit into me. It hurt like a blade and piercing flames at the same time. I cried out and he let me go. I saw his features shift as he did. From what, I didn't know. "That will ensure you do not break our requital, my dear." With that, he disappeared. Lillie drove me home that night. We were both disheveled and bewildered. It was silent as we drove to my house. The only thing she said was about the bite bleeding. I didn't care. I wasn't mad at her or anything, just overwhelmed. I passed out on my bed without even tending to my wound. ____________________________ One Week Later I was on my usual bout of wanderlust when I saw him again. Leaves rustled in the wind. The wind caressed my cheek and whipped my hair around. Shoes in hand, the grass was prickly and warm beneath my feet. The smell of flora was about in this warm summer night. There was nothing I enjoyed more than these walks at night. I had been meandering in the park for about an hour when I saw a figure in a patch with no trees . White and low to the ground, I approached with caution. When I was close enough to realize it was a man, I got on my knees to touch him. He was shirtless and faced away from me. Before my hand touched his flesh, I heard the inflected voice of the god, "Do you come here often?" I gasped and fell back, "You surprised me. And yes, almost every night." "It is ironic that you find me before I seek you out." I sit cross legged behind his lying figure. Only then did I realize that he had a row of bars in the flesh of his spine. "Yeah, I guess." I lightly caress one of the bars and see a shiver wrack his frame. "Why are you here anyway?" "I'm looking for someone." "Who?" "I am not sure." "What?" I fiddled with the grass around me. "My goddess chose to be reincarnated as a mortal. I have no way to know which one." "She chose to be reincarnated? Why? Mortals are a lot of things but almost nothing in comparison to what I have seen in your power." "She was mortal before she was a god. Her love of humanity was even greater than her love for me." I thought for a moment. "Perhaps...then maybe...you should allow her to live as a mortal in peace." "I have thought that many a time." "Than why haven't you stopped looking for her?" He leaned up and turned to look at me. He was built like a weight lifter and had nipple rings. I blushed under his ogling. His eyes were still green but were human looking. "What right have you to question my reasons?" "None. Just being opinionated is all." I said squeamishly. I also at that point realized how close we were. I avoided eye contact with him. "Just think about it this way, when her mortal frame dies, she will likely ascend to a god again. You only have to wait until then." "Though I am immortal, it is an excruciatingly long time to wait." He looked disheartened as he sat in front of me leaned over his knees. I almost felt bad for him, until I thought of what he did last night. "Why do you bother to empathize with me, considering how I have wronged you and will continue to?" He said as though reading my thoughts. "Your goddess was a great being to tolerate...no... love a being as cruel as you..." I said. "Indeed. At first I was just as cruel to her. Maybe that is why she chose to leave me." He put his head in his knees. "You could always try to be kinder, I guess." I suggested trying to be placating. "I do not understand the ways of kindness. It is not within my nature." "At one point, you were kind to your goddess. How else could she have loved you? Just imagine that every person you meet could be your goddess." He looked up at me. "Even you?" "I don't know any more than you would." I shrugged. He reached out and caressed my lips with his thumb again. I felt a rush of want flood me. 'What would he do if I came on to him? Would he take me gently?' I thought. "How do you know my name?" He asked. I searched my mind again. He seemed familiar in a distant sort of way. It's like when you think you've seen a person before, even though you hadn't. 'Could I be this goddess of his? There is nothing but that name to suggest such a thing.' I answered him, "I honestly can't answer you. I don't know. I've never dreamt of you or seen you before. You seem distantly familiar but that could be a fluke." He let out a hmph before stating, "You still owe me." The words I had dreaded the entire conversation. My adrenaline rushed through me. I didn't want to lose my virginity to this asshole of a god. I hated him for what he had done to me and Lillie. I stood abruptly. One word escaped my lips. The one word that would doom me. "No." Before I knew it, I was running as fast as I could. My bare feet pounded the ground as my muscles ached. It was the only reaction my body could justify. Trees whizzed by as I ran. Part of me knew it was hopeless, that he would catch me, that he would find me and then rape me. That fact didn't stop me from running. My foot caught on an exposed vine, sending me to the ground. I hit hard, smacking my chin and torso on the earth. The strangest feeling climbed up my leg. I got on my hands and knees and looked down. Animated vines climbed up my legs. Just then I realized they were climbing up my arms as well. In a matter of seconds, I flew up and back. My back hit the rough bark of a tree as my arms wrapped upward around it. The Requital - Dark Gods Shanareal stood before me, looking disappointed. "You should know better than to defy a god. You could have made it much easier on yourself." By the time he finished that line, the devious look had come over his face. I was desperate and angry, "You've killed my friends, humiliated me and now intend to rape me. How can you be so cruel?" "How is it cruelty when you did and will enjoy it?" He rebutted. "The enjoyment was sheerly a reaction of my body, nothing more. I don't want any of it." He had placed his hands beside my head on the tree and his face was too close to mine. "You will claim that you do not want me." I couldn't respond as his hand trailed down my body. It stopped when it reached the crevice between my legs. I squeezed my legs shut but he easily slipped his hand between them. His hand felt all the heat and moisture that had been pooling there. His eyebrow went up and he leaned in closer to my face. "You should not be dishonest with me, my dove. Tell me how much you really want me." My eyes rolled up into my head as his hand grazed my most sensitive parts. I retained my composure enough to say, "Go fuck yourself." He backed off as vines climbed up my body. Their leaves tickled as their thorns scratched. They tore through my shirt and bra. "Aah." They hooked and pulled my pants down my legs. "No." They cut me, leaving droplets of blood on my torso and legs. They wrapped around my thighs and spread my legs out. "Fine. I want you. Just stop, please," I pleaded with him. "How?" He asked. I mourned as thoughts churned through me. Heat flooded to my cheeks. "I want you to kiss me...and touch me..." He didn't let me finish, "Uh huh, then what?" The amused expression came across his features again. "I want you to touch my breasts, cup them and lick my nipples..." I said anything that came to mind. "Finger me, make me cum, enter me..." He had a darkened expression of lust as I finished. "Allow me to please you." The vines released me sending me to my knees. Pain shot through my scalp as he pulled me up to face his crotch. His thumb touched my lips again as he said, "Then put those pretty lips to good use, won't you?" As I gripped the waist of his pants, he let me go. At this point, I only hoped I could actually please him, given I had never done this before. I also thought that if I could make him cum, he may not take me. I found the hard lump under his pants and touched it. I cupped it, caressing. I put my mouth to it, teasing him. To my amazement, there was no distinct smell. I moved my hands to unbutton the pants then unzipped them. I pulled them down, revealing his pale, hard, pierced and leaking member. He had a full Jacob's ladder, counting six bars up the length of his cock. I started by putting my index finger to the clear fluid. I tasted it and found that I liked it. I wrapped my hand around its girth and kissed the head. I felt the cool bars under the palm of my hand as I stroked its length a few times. I sucked the fluid off the head as I did this. The rest of my mouth followed my lips as I took the entire thing in my mouth as far as it would go. The bars clicked against my teeth. I fantasized about how those bars would feel inside me. My tongue flattened against my bottom of my mouth as I moved my head back and forth on his shaft. I wanted to see if I could take him in my throat like all the girls in porns do. I continued to mouth it as I got my feet under me. He clutched my ponytail and my jaw to brace me. I put my hands on his hips as I captured his cock with my mouth again. I slid it in slowly, allowing it to enter my throat. I gagged but it was all the way in already. I pulled out and did this again. He held me still and pounded into my throat harder than I could've. Saliva pooled on my bottom lip as he throat fucked me. I encouraged him with my hands pushing him into me. I grasped his ass. I could hear his breathing, 'He breathes?' get more labored as I blew him. He put my hands on his ball sac and I gently cupped it. Saliva was dripping down my chin onto my chest by this point. He pushed into me more forcefully three more times before saying, "Open wide." I did and he shot hot jism into my mouth. A couple of shots missed and ended up around my mouth instead of in it. I swallowed all of his load, finding it's tangy taste less appealing than that of Lillie's. I wiped the jism off my face and took it in my mouth as well. I took off what was left of my shirt. I wiped the spittle off my chest and chin, than discard the scrap. He pulled me up to face him. He put his hand on the back of my neck as his lips touched mine. I opened my mouth to him and a long serpentine tongue entered it. I was unfazed as the god pushed me against the nearest tree. Vines, once again, wrapped my arms above my head and around the trunk. My pants were around my ankles. The god analyzed my naked body as though he was an artist and I was his subject. He approached me slowly, relishing his view, before reaching out a hand toward me. He caressed my jaw first, tracing a line down my collarbone into the cavity of my chest. I hissed when he cupped my small breast. He massaged it, squeezing and pulling. Hot red flushed my face as he did the same to the other. I didn't start vocalizing until he plucked at my nipples. He fingered them, pinched and pulled them. Heady moans came from me; they increased a pitch as he took a nipple in his mouth. His long, narrow tongue traced a line around the nipple before lapping at it. He continued to knead and pinch the other as he sucked at the one in his mouth. "Aahs" and "Oohs" came from me. He moved his mouth to the other nipple. I couldn't bear the flaring heat filling my belly and thighs. I could feel the ache of my cunt, leaking its hot fluid. It drove me wild with lust. I was glad he had bound me, as it allowed me to retain some ideal of self control. When he knelt, the ache in the lower half of my body only got worse. I clenched my thighs together. He caressed my hair sprinkled muff as though lovingly. He lifted my leg, revealing my goods to him. My pale lips were engorged and pink. The god shoved a long index finger into those lips. "There is nothing I love more than a virgin," the god said before his lips latched onto my revealed clit. The sensation hit me like a fist, and I screamed a moan of pleasure. His finger pulled against my hymen as his tongue teased my clit. I couldn't stop shaking and moaning. "Oh, I can't wait my dove. I need to take you," He said as he stood. He pulled my legs up around his waist. He grabbed his member and placed it against my aching pussy lips. I wanted him to put that over-sized cock into me, but a part of me still mourned over the notion. I looked to the god for guidance. His expression was full of want but devoid of any other emotion. He must have noticed my disquiet in my expression as he kissed me. His cock parted my pussy lips, spreading them wide open. I felt the pain of my hymen splitting as he kept pushing into me. The bars in his member pushed against the walls of my pussy as he went deeper still. He finally hilted me after an eternity of sensations wracking my body. There was little reprieve, as he pounded into me harshly next. The feeling was indescribable, only illustrated by my body's reactions. My back scraped against the bark of the tree as I screamed in pleasure. "Oh. Please don't stop." I cooed at him. He seemed encouraged as he pounded into me with remarkable speed. I felt the bars rub against the lips of my cunt as his member left me and entered me again. My pussy protested, squelching and leaking fluid still. My abdomen ached every time he hilted me with abrupt force. I was in disquiet, incapable of thinking of anything but the mixture of pleasure and pain he was giving me. He slowed for a moment and the vines released me. My biceps ached as I wrapped my arms around him. He stopped and let me down. I didn't realize how winded I was until this point. He brazenly pushed me to my knees in the grass. I pushed myself up on my hands, only to have vines encircle my arms. The wind chilled the lines of liquid flowing down the inside of my thighs. He knelt down behind me. He ran his hands up my thighs, onto my ass cheeks. He pinched one before giving a couple good smacks. My cheeks went red. He didn't continue, instead placing the head of his penis against my vagina again. He entered me again, driving chills through me and an original kind of feeling that only comes when he first enters me. He went slower this time, torturing me with the pace. His fingers traced a line up my back before grasping my right tit. I moaned softly finding this much more generally pleasurable. I leaned down resting my arms as he caressed my clit. It was exposed due to my arousal. He rubbed it lightly with his index finger, causing me to spasm and arch. The build up to an orgasm skyrocketed. He must of felt my pussy pulsate as he kept rubbing my clit. He was still fucking me slowly, sliding in and out of me. "I can't bear it. Oh. Please. My god. I'm going to cum," I pleaded with him. My pussy gripped his member as I climaxed. I shrilled as my cunt released and clenched over again. The god didn't move until I finished. He pushed me up on all fours. He kissed the curve of my neck before saying, "My turn." He took his cock out. I felt him scoop up some of the fluid from my orgasm and spread it in the crevice in my ass. 'Oh god. He's going to ass fuck me.' I panicked but could do nothing. He coated my rectum, even pushing his finger in it. Finished, he spread my ass cheeks and placed his cock against my hole. I braced knowing this would most likely hurt. He went very slowly at first but it still hurt like hell. I felt each bar pop as it passed the rubber band tightness of my hole. He scooped up more fluid and applied it to the appropriate areas. It only made the process of filling me a little easier. I let out a breath as he finally bottomed out. The pain returned as the first bar popped out of my rectum. He was much quicker pulling out and the pain was excruciating. I gritted my teeth and let out aahs it protest. The next thrust was even less forgiving as he pushed into me with full force. I felt his hands on my hips holding me still. It hurt so much worse as his rhythm became regular. He pushed faster and faster, harder each time. I couldn't bear it, the feeling of his member spreading me and each bar popping in and out of my asshole. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes. Finally, he said, "I'm going to cum." It was the calmest I had ever heard those words said. I sighed in relief. With one final climatic thrust, he shot hot jism into me. I could feel the dick convulsing against my rectum as it twitched. I flinched as he pulled his cock out of me. The vines receded and I fell to lay flat. The strangest feeling came over me then. Anger and sadness but it was not my own. It felt distant from me. I felt another within me, taking over my mind, my feelings and my pain. I was being absorbed into that other. I didn't resist. I felt at peace as I disappeared. _____________________________________ The goddess rose, eyes closed. Shadows formed silk and wrapped around her. When her head sat level, her eyes opened. The brown eyes of Jessica peered at the god of night. Tears immediately flowed from her eyes as she looked at him. Shanareal stood frozen and speechless in front of her. She fell to her knees and wept. After a few moments, the goddess composed herself and spoke, "Your cruelty and selfishness knows no bounds, Shanareal." He immediately tried to defend himself, "My goddess, if I had known..." She silenced him, "That does not have relevance. You have no compassion for humanity." "My goddess, my precious Jessica," with that he fell to his knees in front of her. "Please, I've only longed to see you again." "Your intent is unfounded. Your actions must not be without consequence." That last line put a pained expression on the goddess' face. The god was pleading with her incoherently. Four dark spirits arose from the elements. Each one formed a body but retained the characteristics of the element they came from. The dark god of water spoke, "Jessica, what is it you will of us?" "To right a wrong that has been done onto me." The dark goddess of wind spoke then, "You have reentered the form of a goddess. Shanareal has broke his promise, we assume." "Yes." "I'll do anything to right the wrong. Just please allow me to be with you." Shanareal pled. "That is impossible. This is the price you pay for breaking your promise to me. You were to leave me be until I died a human death." "I could not bear the wait of your being here. I needed your warmth, your joy, your love. Please." The dark earth god spoke, "That does not justify the promise you have broke, God of Night." Again the dark wind goddess, "Your punishment shall be banishment, until you have learned of human compassion and of betrayal." The dark water god, "Jessica shall take your place as the God of Night until then." Jessica looked sheepishly to the ground. Then the gods started chanting in a incomprehensible tongue. Shanareal's frame pulsated as his heart beat, flooding warm blood into his veins. Fluids filled him as he became vibrant and alive. His form shrank, lumps forming on his chest. The metal piercings ripped out of his flesh. His voice became feminine as he cried in pain. An obsidian shard formed in Jessica's hand, containing the power of the night god. As the ritual ceased, Shanareal's now female form dropped to the ground. Jessica gasped. The dark gods looked to the dark fire god who was giggling uncontrollably. He said defensibly, "He shall know the humility of a woman, just as all those he has wronged." The other gods nodded in agreement. They then disappeared, just as they had came. As Shanareal wheezed breaths of humanity, the goddess approached her. "Whereas you have no compassion, I have too much. I love you, Shanareal and hate myself for cursing you in such a way." She shook, barely hearing her words through the pain of living. The goddess plucked the clear stones that had collected on her breast. She knelt and took her hand. The goddess dropped the stones into her hand and began to stand. Shanareal stopped her and pulled her to his now small frame. She held her goddess, still shaking. "Shanareal, please. I cannot bear anymore guilt." The Goddess of Night gave her a simple peck on the cheek and fades into shadows. The woman, Shanareal, falls to the ground, ridden with despair and the pain of life.