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Living With a Goddess Ch. 01

By: WellHungNerd1



Author's note - this is one of those longer, more drawn out stories - character development and all that jazz. Personally, I find that hotter, but if you're looking for something short and sweet, this ain't it. Also, I'm English, so apologies for any transatlantic spelling differences :)

And finally, this story contains elements of sci-fi/fantasy. I put it in Group Sex because that's the focus, be be aware there are some magical undertones.

Enjoy!

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It was just another evening in July. The light of the day was beginning to leave the sky, leaving behind a pleasant warmth that I welcomed in place of the harsh sun. I walked home from work the same way I always did, my body on autopilot. My legs were beginning to tire, but I preferred walking to taking the bus. For one thing, walking was free.

I wasn't doing well, truth be told. When I was growing up, my parents and schoolteachers had always said I would go far, that success was just around the corner if I kept working hard. That pressure had instilled in me a drive to do something with my life - a drive which had soon disappeared after I left school. Jobs were scarce, especially for someone my age. I ended up doing admin for a consultancy firm, and it that was how it had been for the last three years. I made a little money, but not much more than what I needed to get by. To cap it all off, I had no girlfriend, and very few real friends at all.

As I approached the underpass that told me my house was only moments away, I contemplated the evening I had planned for myself. The usual: eat, binge watch some more of whatever TV show I was hooked on at that moment, and go to sleep. Oh, and probably masturbate. Definitely masturbate. I sighed to myself. I had begun to accept that nothing was really going to change.

There was a bundle of clothes lying abandoned in the underpass, beneath some obnoxious graffiti. As I gave the bundle a second glance, I saw that it was not a bundle at all, but a person. A homeless woman, face dirtied with grime and body surrounded by the nest of a stinking sleeping bag. I scolded myself internally for feeling so down about my own life. At least I had a roof over my head. At least people spoke to me, instead of passing me by day after day as if I were invisible. MY heart sank as I considered that I had probably passed this woman myself before, without even noticing.

The homeless woman had an empty coffee cup standing in front of her, the glint of a couple of coins coming from the bottom. I reached into my pocket and found a fiver. I pulled it out, shrugging to myself. I would only waste it anyway. I adjusted my walk and came closer to her, dumping the note into the cup. She didn't respond. Her eyes were closed. For a brief moment I panicked, thinking maybe she was dead, but then a gruff noise told me she was just sleeping. I carried on, feeling just a little better about myself, and soon reached my home.

The evening had passed exactly as I had foreseen - microwaved pizza, a few episodes of Game of Thrones, a quick shower, and now I was sitting in front of my computer, browsing for porn. I was completely naked, as I often was around my house - one of the benefits of living alone was not having to worry about how I presented myself. I found a video that looked promising of a busty brunette being nailed by a criminally large cock, and set to pleasuring myself.

A sound made me stop. It was coming from the bathroom. As I stood up, my semi-erect dick swinging comically in front of me, I heard the sound a little clearer: running water. Had I left the shower on? I was certain I hadn't. Oh god, I thought, the pipes had broken. Now I would have to call in a plumber, and that would be the last of my savings... My heart sank as I ambled down the hall to the bathroom. Steam was rising from under the door. Maybe I did leave the shower on.

I opened the door, and stood there. My jaw dropped. I blinked a few times, then rubbed my eyes, but what I saw before me didn't go away. I was dreaming, I had to be. I must have fallen asleep watching that porno. But this felt far too real to be a dream.

There was a woman in my shower. Butt naked, her blond hair plastered to her back, her pert ass pointing at me. She must have heard me, because she looked over her shoulder, and smiled. Her smile was beautiful, with brilliant teeth framed by full lips, and her green eyes seemed to shine through the steamy room like a lighthouse.

"Hey," she said.

She turned round completely, revealing a perfect body. Her chest was slightly covered by few wet fronds of her hair, but even her flowing locks couldn't begin to hide her large, round breasts. Droplets of water clung to her pert globes, dripping from her pink nipples. Below those orbs, her flat stomach led down to her bare crotch, the mound of her vulva peeking out from between her legs.

I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. What was going on? Who was she? How had she gotten in here?

The woman turned the shower off, cutting out the noise that had led me to her. She stood there, dripping wet, looking at me.

"Can I use a towel?" she asked.

I made a noise that just about sounded like a yes. She beamed at me, taking one of my ratty old towels from the rack, and proceeded to tie her hair up into it. Now her blond locks were out of the way, my view of her glistening, naked body was completely unobscured.

"Who -" I began to say, but I stopped, when I saw her point at something. I looked down, and saw my cock, rock-hard, standing to attention in the empty air. I looked back up at her, embarrassed, but she just regarded it in a matter-of-fact way as she reached up to rub her hair dry with the towel she had wrapped around it. The motion of her arms made her tits jiggle and sway, and I watched, entranced, and silent once again. I had stopped caring who she was or why she was here. Any blood that had been working the logical parts of my brain had travelled south, engorging my cock to the hardest state I had ever known it to be in.

The woman pulled the towel from her hair, much of the moisture gone from it. Now that her hair wasn't weighed down by so much water, it began to curl, regaining what must be its natural shape. Her body had naturally dripped dry in the air, and though she still glistened all over with water, she no longer dripped steadily onto the floor.

"I feel I owe you an explanation," she said to me. Her voice was deep and well-spoken. "It doesn't seem as though you've done this before."

"Done what before?" I asked. Three words! I was surprised I could manage more than a few sounds.

She smiled at me. "You summoned me. You made an offering, first in your own currency, then in mine." What was she talking about? Was she insane? Was I insane?

The woman took a step closer to me, then another, closing the gap between our naked bodies. Each step sent a ripple of movement through her shapely thighs and the great globes of her tits. When she stopped, she was less than a foot away. If I moved forward, I could have touched her with my painfully erect cock.

"I'll explain everything. Don't worry. You've been good to me, more than you know, and I'll take good care of you in return." Her kind face suddenly lit up into a mischievous grin. "First thing's first, though," she said, "I need a little pick-me-up."

In one swift movement, she knelt down, grabbed my cock with one damp hand, and shoved it into her mouth.

I gasped a lungful of steamy air. The sensation of her touch, her hand gripping my shaft, her lips tight around me, her tongue stroking my cockhead... it was almost too much. I could have cum then and there, filling her mouth with my pent-up spunk, but I held it together - just barely. She looked up at me, those big, green eyes lit up playfully as she smiled around my rock-hard penis.

"I hope you don't mind", she said, her voice muffled by my cockhead, her sultry tone suggesting that she knew I didn't mind at all. Slowly, she began to move her hand up and down my shaft, her tight grip causing me to rock back and forth very slightly on the spot. Simultaneously, she moved her head, taking me deep into her mouth, and then releasing me for just long enough before sucking me back in again. Her mouth was hot and tight, and her tongue lapped wetly at every part of my flesh it could reach. Her eyes kept flicking back and forth, between her electric gaze into my own eyes, and a careful watch over my shaft as it disappeared again and again into her face. Her eyes seemed to fill with joy every time she beheld my cock, and that made my hard-on rage even more.

There was no way I could last against that for long. In little more than a minute, I felt the rush of orgasm, and my cock exploded into her hot mouth, quickly filling it with semen. She slurped noisily and happily on my shaft as it deflated, sucking every drop of cum into her mouth, before shooting me one last mischievous look, and swallowing the lot. She opened her mouth for me, flattening her tongue so I could see it was all gone.

The woman stood up, right in front of me. Her right hand played idly with my cock.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," she said.

Ten minutes later, after she had dried herself off, the two of us were sitting on my bed. I had put a t-shirt and jeans on, and she was wearing one of my baggier t-shirts. Her tits stretched the fabric, hiking it up and out of the way so I could see her bare pussy. It took all my concentration not to look.

"Thank you for that," she began. "It was just what I needed."

"...D-don't mention it," I said. "So, um... what the fuck is going on?"

She turned to me, an apologetic look on her face. "I suppose this must all be a bit of a shock to you." Yeah, I thought. Just a bit. My eyes kept flicking to those sexy, thick lips, the ones that had been wrapped around my cock just a few minutes earlier.

She cleared her throat. I got a little shiver of excitement when I realised she might be choking on my semen. "Well, first off..." she continued, "... my name. It's Asta."

"John," I said.

"It's a pleasure, John. And, since you don't seem to have realised yet... I'm a goddess."

I frowned slightly. I was sure I'd misunderstood, or misheard. "You can say that again," I joked.

Asta laughed a little. "You're very sweet, John. But it's true. I'm a goddess."

She raised a hand, and a glowing golden light appeared above it, illuminating my entire room. Her face glowed beautifully, and her eyes sparkled green and gold.

I shot back across the bed in shock. I must have gone crazy. Then I remembered the blowjob Asta had just given me, before I even knew her name. If this was what being crazy was like, I could get used to it.

"So... you're a goddess?"

"Yes," said Asta, waving her hand and making the golden light disappear. "That's what your people would call me. My kind have existed for millenia, long before you... some say we created you. But in any case... There are hundreds of gods and goddesses, thousands even. And each of us has a Currency."

"You said something about that before..." I said.

Asta nodded. "Each god or goddess requires energy to live, just like you do. But we don't eat or drink, we each have a system of obtaining power in different ways. For hundreds of years, humans provided that resource. Death gods received blood sacrifices, time gods received lives spent in meditation. And sex gods, like me, subsided on sexual energy. That's our Currency."

"...Sex gods? You're a sex god?" I stammered.

"Why thank you," joked Asta, grinning. "But seriously. Sexual energy, it's like... it's more than my food and drink. It's who I am. Your kindness earlier started the ritual, then your masturbation summoned me. Then my fellatio on you sealed our pact."

"Wait, slow down. What do you mean, my kindness -" then it hit me. "It's you? You're the homeless woman from before!"

Asta hung her head, seemingly ashamed. "It's true. You see, gods and goddesses don't normally exist on this plane. But when we save up our Currency, we can spend it. Just like your human money. Well... not exactly. It fuels us, keeps us alive, then any excess can be used to perform miracles, grant powers. That's why gods are so into being worshipped. It's what makes us godly in the first place."

"So why were you a random homeless woman just now?"

Asta grimaced. "I spent all my Currency, nearly everything I had, on a manifestation. Bringing myself into physical form. It's like the biggest, most impressive thing a god can do. Plus, it allows us to interact directly with our worshippers and disciples. But after I spent all my Currency, I didn't have any left to fuel my powers. I barely had enough to survive."

She sighed, leaning back against my wall. Enthralled, I schooched closer and sat up next to her. "So no-one believed me," she said. "All my followers lost interest, or forgot about me. I became a myth, then a forgotten legend. One of the lesser gods who died having accomplished nothing." She looked at me, right into my eyes. That electric connection was still there. "But then you came along. I'd been barely surviving on subsidiary sexual energy. Couples in the city going at it, teens making out in the underpass. Then you performed the ritual, and now, finally, after all this time, I have a disciple." She beamed at me. "I'm a goddess again."

"I'm a disciple now, then. What, um... what is that, exactly?"

"You're my conduit to the world, you help me fuel my powers. I can reap the sexual energy you generate and become a true, powerful goddess once more."

"Erm, Asta... I know you don't know me that well. But let's just say I'm not generating a lot of sexual energy these days."

"Don't worry, John," she said. "I can use my Currency to grant you gifts, powers which will aid you in your work. Besides, I don't need much to get by. I got enough energy to teleport here from your little self-pleasure session earlier..." (I felt myself blushing) "...and our fun in the bathroom juiced me up a little too. But it's not too efficient to generate sexual energy with me all the time. I can absorb the energy you generate, but I can't create any myself. You'll have to have sex with other people if we want to really stock up on my Currency."

I looked at Asta's beautiful face, lit by the soft electric lamp in my room. Something was stirring inside me. Yeah, it might be a ridiculous, unbelievable situation, and I didn't see how me getting laid regularly was ever going to happen, but I had a purpose now. Something drive me. Someone to help.

"Asta," I said, "you can count on me."

Asta grinned at me, and threw her arms around me. Startled, I leant back, then realised she was hugging me and hugged her right back. As i squeezed her against me, her soft, round boobs pressed against me for the first time, our skin separated only by a couple of t-shirts. All too soon, she released me.

"OK, John," Asta said seriously, "we've got work to do. Think you've got another in you before we go to bed?"

"Erm..." My mind raced. Another one... I wasn't sure, but as I stared at Asta my cock began rising to attention yet again. "Wait," I said, "are you... living here now?"

"Well, it's that or kick me back out onto the street," Asta said, sticking her tongue out ad standing up. Now, I should have just enough Currency left to do... this." There was a golden glow, and a circle appeared on the floor. It looked like gold flames, peacefully flickering and casting shadows around the room.

"What's that?"

Asta stared into the circle. "I was quite the goddess before my manifestation. I had a palace, an army of loyal followers... and my three handmaidens." Asta looked longingly into the fire. Gold light reflected off a slight wetness in her eyes. "I loved them like sisters. But I couldn't bring them with me when i came here." She looked at me, and her solemn face broke into a smile. "But with your help, I might have enough Currency for a temporary link."

A golden light began taking shape in the middle of the circle, like a ball of energy. It stretched and elongated as Asta moved her hands.

"She won't really come across. But our minds will all link, and she'll be here in spirit form. She'll help us generate some more Currency."

"Whose 'she'?" I asked.

Asta smiled longingly into the light ball, which was now as big as her. "One of my three handmaidens. Her name is Violet."

The light ball and the fiery circle both suddenly disappeared, and were replaced by a person.

Violet lay there, hunched over on my bedroom floor, butt naked.

"Mistress?" she said, looking up at Asta. Violet was as beautiful as Asta, in a whole other way. Her skin was pale white, and her hair a gorgeous, burning red. Her face, I saw when she looked up, was pretty and delicate, with a light dusting of freckles above her nose. Her body, from what I could see, was slender, graceful and feminine.

"Stand, Violet," said Asta. The nude woman stood, looking like a classical painting standing in front of me. Her breasts were small and pert, and her pubic hair trimmed into a neat, crimson triangle. Like Asta, she showed no shame in her nakedness.

"How... mistress, are you well? It's been so long..."

"Hush, Violet," said Asta, soothingly, stepping over to her. "This is just a temporary link. Your spirit is here with us on the physical plane. This is John," she said, gesturing to me. Violet seemed to notice me for the first time. She stared at the floor. "He is my new disciple."

Violet looked back up at me, wide eyed. "A disciple? Could he bring me to you, mistress? Could he generate enough Currency to bring us all to you?"

Asta looked at me, an odd expression on her face. "I think so, Violet. I have faith in him."

"Am I to generate the Currency with my new master, mistress Asta?" Violet asked, looking at me with her blue doe eyes.

"Yes, my dear. You know it is not as efficient with me and my disciples. You must do this for me."

"Gladly, mistress," said Violet, walking over to where i sat on the bed and climbing on beside me. "I will gladly serve..." she propped herself up on all fours on the the bed, her face suddenly inches from mine. "... My master."

I sat there, stunned. Asta looked at me, smiling.

"Well, John? Let's get going on generating some Currency."

"The Currency being... sexual energy?" I said.

"That's the one," Asta grinned. "Go on, John." She dropped her voice to a low whisper. "Fuck her."

I stood up, ripping off my clothes as quickly as I could. Asta giggled at my sudden burst of energy. I looked down at Violet, on all fours on my bed. To think, a few hours ago I couldn't even dream of getting laid, and now, after a blowjob from a goddess, I was going to be fucking this beautiful woman? My eyes ran over Violet's pale, flawless skin, her crimson hair, her pretty features looking longingly up at the cock I was stroking to hardness.

"So, um..." I said to Violet. "Hi."

She just looked up at me, her big, blue eyes flicking between my own eyes and my prick, just as Asta had done before.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then the soft flesh of Asta's tits, encased in my flimsy old t-shirt, pressed against my naked back. Asta's breath was hot on my cheek as she began whispering in my ear in her low, husky voice. "She's mine, John. That makes her yours. Do what you want with her. Tell her what to do to you." Gently, Asta took my earlobe between her teeth, then released it with a warm sigh. "Anything you want."

She stepped back. My cock was now as rigid as it had been in the bathroom earlier. Violet still lay, propped up on all fours, on my bed, her pale, pretty face looking up at me.

"Hey, Violet," I said, somewhat awkwardly. "Could you, maybe... talk to me? It's a bit weird with you just sitting there."

"Oh!" said Violet. "Have I displeased you, my master? Please, master, forgive me. I will speak to you from now on." Her face was a mask of wide-eyed shame, but I was certain I caught the flash of a sly smile across her lips.


Living With a Goddess Ch. 01



"Well then, my master," said Violet. "Shall I take you in my mouth? Would that please you?"

By way of an answer, I smiled down at Violet as I gently moved forwards, pushing my cock past her waiting lips and into the hot wetness of her mouth.

Violet smiled around my cock, then proceeded to enclose my head in her mouth and set to work with her tongue. Her movements were more precise and subtle than Asta's, and before long I felt like cumming. I had hoped I would have lasted a little longer after shooting my first load into Asta's mouth earlier, but Violet's warm, sensual mouth was bringing me close already.

As if reacting to my thoughts, Violet pulled my cock from her mouth, gripping the shaft with one soft hand and gently, slowly, stroking me up and down. It felt incredible, but it wasn't quite enough stimulation to make me cum, so I was able to hold on a little longer.

Violet looked up at me with those blue eyes. "Do I please you, master? Does your little slut please you?"

I moaned a yes, and Violet stood, her hand still around my shaft, and pressed her body into mine. Her pert breasts squished against my chest, and her face was suddenly mere millimetres from my own. She closed the gap and kissed me lightly. Her lips were indescribably soft and sweet. I returned the kiss forcefully, sticking my tongue into her mouth, and causing her to let out a deep, erotic moan.

"Oh, master," she said, pulling slightly away from me, "I need you inside me. I beg you, master."

I smiled at her. "On the bed." That flash of a playful smile returned, and Violet jumped onto the bed, propped up on all fours again, but swivelling round to present me with her round ass. Her firm, round asscheeks split perfectly to reveal the tiny star of her butthole and the already wet folds of her pussy. Her pink slit was framed perfectly by wisps of crimson pubic hair. Without hesitation, I dropped into a kneel and shoved my face in between her buttcheeks, my tongue eagerly lapping at her moist slit. I loved eating pussy, and Violet's was the sweetest I had ever tasted.

"Oh, master," I heard her groan. "Thank you, master. Fuck me with your tongue! Eat my little slutty pussy, I beg you!"

I eagerly complied, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as I could. I marvelled at her tightness.

Suddenly, I felt something grasp my cock. I turned to see Asta kneeling beside me, gazing at her handmaiden's dripping slit with wonder and lust. One of her slender hands was firmly wrapped around my shaft, and she stroked it slowly as she pleasured herself with her other hand. My baggy old t-shirt was hiked up over her tits, revealing her fleshy globes and rapidly hardening nipples to the open air. I leaned over and licked one of her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp and an increased pace from the hand that gripped my cock.

"Master," moaned Violet. "I beg you, please fill me. Fuck your slut, master, fuck me with your huge, hard cock."

Asta motioned for me to stand, and we stood together. Her hand still around my cock, she guided it to the opening of Violet's pussy. I felt the heat emanating from her slit as my cockhead pressed against her folds.

"I'll show you how she likes it," said Asta, and she shoved me in the small of my back, causing me to step forwards and plunge the full length of my shaft into the welcoming warmth of Violet's pussy.

The handmaiden let out a scream of lust, and immediately began grinding her firm ass against my pelvis, the walls of her pussy massaging my cock. She was unbelievably tight, and I could barely move as I began to buck my hips, thrusting in and out of her.

"Oh, master," said Violet, her words slurred, "I am yours. I am your little slut, fuck me, oh please fuck me!"

Asta stepped in front of me, one hand still manipulating her own pussy. She raised her other hand and brought it down, hard, on Violet's pale buttcheek. The resulting sound rang through the room, accompanied by a squeal of delight from Violet. A pink handprint was left on her rear as I continued fucking her. Asta leaned in to whisper in my ear again. "She likes it rough, John. Fuck her. Fuck your little slut."

I increased my pace, gripping Violet's hips and pummelling her snatch with my cock. Her dripping juices slickened her passage, and my thrusts grew ever quicker. A sheen of sweat began forming on my skin as I put all my energy into pounding the handmaiden's pussy. I raised one hand, just as Asta had, and slapped the handmaiden's firm ass. Violet shrieked at the mix of pain and pleasure. Asta sat beside her on the bed, watching my cock thrust in and out of Violet, and furiously fingering her own pussy.

"Ohhh, master..." Violet murmured. Suddenly, she raised her body up off the bed, arching her back and leaning back towards me. Now that she was upright, I changed the angle of my thrusts, using my hold on her hips to force her up and down my shaft.

Asta sat up, shuffling along the bed to where Violet had been. Raising one hand again, she struck the pretty handmaiden across the chest. I looked down to see Violet's pert tits ripple with each hit as Asta began slapping her repeatedly.

Violet lay her head back against my chest, and began moaning at me. "Fuck me, master... I'm cumming! Fuck me harder, please, fuck me while my pussy cums for you. Cum deep inside me while my mistress abuses me. I beg you, master, cum with me, fill my slutty little cunt with your seed. Cum for me, please, cum deep inside me!"

The pressure in my balls had built to breaking point, and I couldn't refuse a request like that. I released, shoving Violet down onto my cock and exploding into her depths as her pussy convulsed and her whole body shook in orgasm. My hot cum began trickling back down my shaft and leaking out of her pussy. The beautiful, pale woman fell limp into my arms, panting. Her body dripped with sweat as I held her upright.

I felt a wetness down where my deflating cock entered Violet's still-convulsing pussy. Looking down, I saw Asta's face at the point where Violet and I were joined. She grinned eagerly as she lapped up the mixture of cum and pussy juices that dripped from her servant's cunt.

I pulled myself out of Violet, and lay her sweat-damp body down on my bed. Suddenly she began to glow, that same golden light from before, and she barely had time to look up at me and smile contentedly before she disappeared.

I stood there in my bedroom, panting. Asta stood beside me, naked, her own bare pussy shining wet. She beamed at me, throwing her arms around me and pressing her body against mine in a tight hug.

"You were amazing!" she said. "I can feel the sexual energy rushing into me..." She hugged me tighter, her huge tits squishing into my chest. I held her back.

Eventually, she released me from the hug. "That's a whole lot of Currency, John. Definitely enough to get us started. But you'd better get some rest." She winked at me. "I'm going to have another mission for you tomorrow!"

She bounced out of my room, her fleshy thighs and round ass jiggling as she left. I fell back onto my bed, the sheets still smelling of Violet's sweat and pussy. I smiled to myself.

I could get used to this, I thought, as I quickly fell asleep.



Living With a Goddess Ch. 02



Author's note - this is chapter two of an ongoing story. To get to know the characters better, read the chapters in order :)

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I sat at my small desk at work, going through some routine clean-up work on the company databases. Unlike every other time I had performed this mind-numbing task, I had a smile on my face. Asta had given me another blowjob this morning before I left for work. The memory of her mouth around my cock, and the thought of my new 'job' as her disciple, were keeping me going through my usually mundane work day.

Melissa, one of my co-workers, came over to check on me. I quickly pulled my mind out of the gutter. Melissa was known for her low-cut tops, and her tendency to lean over to talk to you if you were sitting down working. She had quite a reputation, having apparently slept with most of the guys (and some of the girls) on our floor. Not me, of course - for the couple of years I'd known her I'd been as unlucky as ever. But still, we were friends, and I appreciated our conversations. Even if she did always leave me hard from my few sly glances at her cleavage.

"Hey, John!" Melissa said, brightly. "Working hard?"

My typical, jokey response would be "hardly working!", but I'd actually got quite a lot done today. Having something to look forward to was making the work a breeze. "For once, yeah," I said to Melissa. She reached my desk and leant on it, bending over to look at my screen.

Melissa was certainly attractive. Her brown hair was curled slightly, and always in a style somewhere between up and down. She wasn't what you'd call skinny, but not exactly fat either - she had a classic, curvy figure. She was tall as well, which complimented her curves. Her thick waist flared into wide hips and a perky bulge of an ass. But those tits. My god. Or should I now say "my goddess"?

Melissa's skin was tanned - all over, I presumed, from the golden tone of the two mounds that she had today squeezed into a tight blouse. The material was just see-through enough to make out the shape of her bra. I was no expert, but I was sure her bras were custom-made. Each great, golden globe was the size of my head, or bigger. Her buttons were undone almost halfway down the blouse, exposing a great valley of her trademark cleavage to the world. I tried my best not to look.

"Wow, John. You're actually doing some work." Melissa smiled playfully at me. "Can I take this to mean you're getting your life together?"

I smiled back. I think it might have been the first time I'd ever smiled whilst at work. "You could say that, Mel. What about you, you busy?"

"Me? Oh, no, I was just about to head out, actually." She paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "Or did you mean am i busy after work?"

I was just about to answer no - we'd hung out together a few times before, but I was sure to be busy with whatever Asta needed me to do that evening. But just as I was about to speak, Melissa froze. I mean, she actually froze, completely still. I looked around, panicking. The whole room seemed to have stopped. The clouds outside the window were still.

There was a sudden flash of golden light, and Asta appeared.

"Asta! It's you. I was getting worried for a bit."

The goddess grinned at me. "Hi John! Yeah, just thought I'd give you a warning so you didn't freak out when you saw me. I'm not really here - it's like Violet earlier. I'm in your mind, kind of. Only you can see or hear me. Just remember that. Now, I'll just start things up again -"

"Wait!" I said. Asta looked at me. "Why are you here at all?" I asked.

"I could sense a spike in your arousal. Plus, there's a fair bit of pent-up sexual energy coming from your friend there," Asta said, gesturing at Melissa.

"From Melissa?" Did she... like me?

"Yep! So I figured I'd guide you through the courting process, since you're not exactly skilled in that department."

"Um, I, uh... thanks. I think."

"Don't mention it. You're my disciple, after all." Asta winked, and there was a golden flash as time restarted.

A pause. "Well?" Melissa said.

"Hm?" I said. "Oh right! Erm, actually..." I looked over Melissa's shoulder and saw Asta nodding frantically. "Yeah. I was wondering if you were free later."

Melissa smiled. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I could hang out. What are we doing? Playing some Mario Kart?"

Asta looked at me, shaking her head and smiling. "Tell her you're taking her out for dinner tonight. Your treat."

I repeated what Asta had said to Melissa. She looked surprised, but not in a bad way.

"Oh!" said Melissa. "Ok, then. Yeah, that sounds... wonderful." Her smile widened. "Well, you can pick me up this evening then?"

"Eight!" said Asta, and again I repeated her words.

"Great," said Melissa. Was she blushing a little? "I'll see you then." She walked off, leaving me confused and, frankly, still a little hard from my peek at her cleavage.

"Come on home then," said Asta, beginning to fade away into the air. "You need to get ready."

My familiar walk back home took less time than usual. It seemed like I had a literal spring in my step. Me and Melissa... on a date? Her reputation as a bit of a slut flashed into my mind. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I liked her a lot, but could we be in a real relationship? Was that even what she had in mind? In any case, I thought, shrugging to myself, sex with her will generate some Currency for Asta.

Later that evening I walked round to Melissa's in the only suit I owned. I would've liked to have been able to swing by in a cool car and pick her up, but seeing as how I didn't own a car, and didn't drive, we would be taking hers. Asta had, apparently, made us a reservation at a swanky restaurant up in town. The food had all been ordered and paid for up front. I wondered how she had paid for it. Did Currency work like real money as well?

I knocked soundly on Melissa's door, and waited for her footsteps to reach me. The door swung open, and so did my mouth.

She looked incredible. None of the showy make-up or overly sexual clothes she walked around the office in - she wore a simple, if fairly short, black dress, and I wondered whether she was wearing any make-up at all. The short skirt of the dress revealed that her slightly chubby, but shapely legs were as golden brown as the rest of her. The dress, uncharacteristically, didn't display any cleavage, but the bulge of her chest was unmistakable as it stretched the black material, and somehow just as sexy. She beamed at me.

"You look... stunning, Mel," I managed to say.

"Aw, thanks, Johnny," she said. "You scrub up pretty well yourself."

There was a slightly awkward pause. I found myself wishing I had Asta here, telling me what to say, but then Melissa spoke. "Shall we go?"

I nodded, and took her arm as we walked down to her car. Maybe I would be just fine without Asta.

The date went incredibly. We talked the entire time, and I learnt things about Melissa I'd never guessed to be true. For one, the rumours about her promiscuous sex life were all false. "That was Mark Hutcherson. I turned him down and he started saying the reason I dress the way I do is because I have some game going of trying to bone everyone in the office."

"So why do you dress the way you do?" I asked. I immediately began worrying the question might be taken the wrong way. "I mean, I like it. The way you dress. You're..." I smiled at her. "You've always been beautiful."

She blushed and smiled back. "Thank you, John. I guess I wear all those tight skirts and low-cut tops because... well, I don't really know why. I just like them. I think I look good in them, and that makes me feel good."

"You do look good in them," I assured her. "But I think you look even better tonight. If that were possible."

The conversation changed subjects, from her family (two sisters, she was the oldest) to her hobbies (she played the piano), until by the time the meal was over I felt like I knew everything about her. It was so easy talking to her. We'd never had a real conversation before - we'd chatted in the office, and she'd come to my place a few times to play video games, or I to hers to watch a movie. But this was like getting to know a whole other person to my casual work friend. I liked this side of Melissa. She was fun, relaxed, interesting.

Throughout the evening, Melissa seemed to take any opportunity to reach across and touch my arm, or brush her hand against mine as she reached for something. The more wine we ordered, the more frequent these moments of contact got. Every time we touched, it was like a jolt of static between us. I began reaching over to her myself, until I was stroking her bare arm, her tanned skin soft to the touch. I looked her in her deep, brown eyes, and watched as her lower lip quivered ever so slightly. She bit it.

Attempting to be the cliched gentleman at the end of the night, I offered to walk her home. She reminded me that she'd driven us here, but laughed and offered me a lift instead. She'd been drinking, I reminded her, but she assured me she was under the limit. She hadn't had all that much, I realised looking back. Where had all the wine gone? My head swan as I stood up, and I realised. Melissa led me to her car, laughing, and we drove away. When she pulled the car up, however, we had arrived at her place.

Melissa turned to me. I tried, oh how I tried, not to look at the way her seatbelt was pressed into her dress in the space between her two massive breasts, stretching the fabric tighter still across them and defining their glorious, round shape.

"Do you... want to come inside?" she asked. Her voice was low, quiet, sensual. The double entendre was heavily implied.

I looked at her, sitting there. My casual friend, who had suddenly become a closer friend, and who was now inviting me to be closer still. Somehow, despite the raging hard-on I held in my pants, and my knowledge that I would be doing this for Asta as well, it didn't quite feel right.

"I think maybe we might be going a bit fast. Also," I said, slurring my words, "I think I'm quite drunk."

Melissa laughed quietly, nodding. "You're right, John. I'm sorry."

"No!" I said. "Don't be. I had a great time. You're..." I stared into her brown eyes. "You're pretty fucking fantastic, Mel."

Melissa smiled at me. "You too, Johnny. Come on, let's get you home."

"Home!" I yelled, waving my arm in the general direction of my house.

The only other thing I remember from that night is Melissa kissing me on the cheek, and then the warmth of my bed as I fell asleep.

I was woken up the next morning by Asta hitting me in the face with a pillow.

"Wha- Ow! Asta!"

"What - were - you - thinking?!" The goddess punctuated each word with a whack from the pillow. "You - were - meant - to - fuck - her!"

"Asta, please," I said, fending off her attack. "It just... it didn't happen. It didn't seem right."

"Right? You weren't too concerned with right when I showed up naked in your shower and sucked your cock! You weren't thinking about what was right when you fucked the living daylights out of Violet!" Asta stopped the assault, panting heavily and dropping the pillow. "You're my disciple now, John. Your job is to generate my Currency. I'm a sex goddess, and that mean you need to be fucking any slut you can."

"Mel isn't a slut!" I said, defensively. "She's... pretty great, actually."

The corner of Asta's mouth turned slightly up. "You like her, huh?"

"Well, yeah," I said. I did like Melissa. More than I'd thought I did.

"Well, fine. Take it slow with Melissa," Asta said. "But not too slow. Mama needs her sugar. In the meantime," Asta said, pacing around my room, "we need to find you someone else to fuck."

"Erm, Asta... if me and Melissa are going out now, I don't know how comfortable I am with -"

Asta picked up the pillow and whacked me again. "Agh! John, when will you learn? You work for me now. This is your job. Your life." She sighed. "If she means that much to you, I'll do what I can to sort things out. Now, as I was saying. In the meantime, you need someone to fuck."

"...Violet?" I suggested. The memory of that pale nymphomaniac bouncing up and down on my shaft was a very pleasant one.

Asta shook her head sadly. "If I keep using Currency to bring Violet back temporarily, I won't be able to save up enough to bring her back permanently. Not to mention my other two handmaidens. No, This mission will need to require minimum Currency expenditure. Maybe you could make the move on Melissa?"

I shrugged. "Maybe... I'd like to wait until it feels right."

"Yes, yes, fine," said Asta, still pacing around my room. She snapped her fingers in a 'eureka' moment. A golden spark flew from her hand. "I've got it! You can fuck another goddess."

"A... another goddess?" My mind spun with the possible implications of what she had said.

"Yeah! I've got a few friends I'm sure would be up for a quickie with one of my disciples. Especially if it meant helping me out."

"I thought having sex with you couldn't generate as much energy as with humans?" I asked.

"That's just me specifically," explained Asta. "I can't generate Currency for myself. But fucking another goddess will work. It might even work better than fucking a human!"

I shrugged. I felt a little guilty for Melissa, but we weren't officially a couple yet, and the prospect of doing my disciple's duties with one of Asta's sexy goddess girlfriends was a mouth-watering proposition. "Let's do it," I said.

Asta winked. "Won't be the first time you'll be saying that today."

She sucked me off quickly before I went to work for a small burst of Currency. That was a routine I could get used to.

Work went by quickly again. Melissa was friendly and talkative, just as she had been last night. She even half-jokingly scolded me for looking at her cleavage when she leaned over at my desk. I wondered how many times she'd caught me before. Maybe it had turned her on. We had lunch together, and arranged a second date for next week. I walked home with that spring in my step, and as I unlocked my door and stepped inside, I had almost forgotten about Asta's plan.

There were two women sitting in my kitchen. One was Asta, wearing nothing but a pink, lacy bra that pushed her already considerable tits into two perfect mounds. Her bare pussy was on full display as she spread her legs.

The other woman was new. She was tall, I could tell even as she was sitting down - maybe even my height. Her skin was the slightly darkened white of a southern European country. That and her straight, shapely nose made me think of Greece. Her hair was dark, very nearly black, and cascaded in ringlets around her shoulders. She wore a simple white linen dress, tied with a rough rope belt at the waist, which flowed over her slender body. The dress left her toned, muscular arms bare, and a promising swell at her chest hinted at a fine pair of breasts. The dress ended mid-thigh, and, like Asta, she sat with her legs apart, revealing just a tease of wildly curly, black pubic hair to my gaze. I looked back up to her face. She was pretty, in a refined, elegant sort of way. I could see that face being immortalised in a statue somewhere, her toned body lovingly recreated in white marble.

"John, welcome home. This is Helena. She's a very dear friend of mine. Helena, this is my disciple, John."

Helena did not smile, but nodded politely. "It's nice to meet you, John. Well, Asta, I think I had better be going."

Asta's face fell. "But Lena, that... thing we discussed? I could really use your help."

Helena shook her head. "I'm sorry, Asta. You'll have to find someone else."

"This thing you're talking about," I interjected. "You mean sex? Helena is the goddess you asked to sleep with me?"

Asta nodded. "Come on, Lena. He's one hell of a fuck. Violet loved her time with him."

Helena looked at her friend sadly. "While I certainly wouldn't mind making love with this man," she said, casting an eye over me and inflating my ego just a bit, "I'm not sure he will be willing. You know, perhaps better than anyone, that my desires are deep... and strange."

My cock stiffened at the idea that Asta knew about Helena's desires 'better than anyone'. "What do you mean, strange?" I asked, curious.

The slightest blush of pink came across Helena's cheek. Her cheekbones seemed even more elegant and defined in that instant. "I am an old goddess, disciple John. I have grown tired over the years, tired of standard sexual practices. I am, as your people would deem it, somewhat... 'kinky'."

As her delicate, polite voice uttered those words, I felt my cock begin to strain against my jeans. "Helena," I said, reassuringly, "I'm sure whatever fantasies you have, they won't be too strange for me. Whatever your wishes, I would be happy... fuck, I'd be overjoyed to be able to make love to a goddess as beautiful as you."

Asta smiled proudly at me. Helena surveyed me, warily. "You are sure, disciple John? You promise?"

"I do. Whatever kink you might have, I'm sure I've seen worse, or better, rather, on the Internet."

"Hm," said Helena. "Your goddess Asta also spoke fondly of this Internet. Perhaps it deserves my attention." Asta grinned at me. I heard her voice in my head: "I found your favourites list, John. I've been fingering myself to that stuff all day!" The mental image caused my cock to bulge visibly against my trousers. Helena surveyed the bulge as she contemplated her options.

"Very well," she said. "You may come with me, to my domain. There, we shall make love. I shall ensure all the Currency you generate shall go directly to your goddess. Not that I can use sexual energy anyway." She stood, brushing some fluff off her immaculate white gown. She was truly statuesque when standing. The curve of her breasts jutted out magnificently from her slender, muscular frame, and I noticed she also had one hell of an ass. Her short dress could barely contain it, and it rode up so high that a hint of the undercurve of her asscheeks was visible. The bulge in my pants was now painful.

Helena turned to me, the same politely serious expression on her face. "The deal is done. Come with me, disciple John." She held out a hand and I took it, as the room around us seemed to melt away into blackness. The last thing I saw was Asta, clad in only that pink bra, giving me a double thumbs-up. As the dark surrounded us, I spoke.

"What kind of goddess are you, then?" I asked Helena.

She stroked my hand lightly in hers, and smiled for the first time. "A death goddess," she said.

My heart sank as a rush of wind began swirling around us. The gust became so strong I had to close my eyes, and when I opened them, I was standing in a huge, empty room. The floors were white stone, the distant walls the same, the cavernous ceiling held up by a series of tall pillars. Flaming torches flickered in brackets along the wall, illuminating the hall-like space in a reddish glow. Beside them hung displays of various weapons -curved blades glinting in the firelight. A huge, flat bed sat in the centre of the room, surrounded by several large, ceramic pots, the kind you only ever saw in pieces at museum exhibits.

Helena, the death goddess, stood beside me. "Come, John. I shall show you what my heart desires."

"Erm, Helena?" I said, nervously. "What... exactly is this fetish of yours?"

Helena's eyes flashed with anger. "You made a deal, disciple John. To make love to me in whatever manner I desire."

"Right..." I said, beginning to panic as Helena led me towards the bed. "It's just... that was before I knew you were a death goddess."

"You are prejudiced against my kind?" The anger in Helena's voice grew.

"No!" I said. "No, not at all. I've never even met a death goddess before. It's just... when we do have sex, I'd prefer to be... alive."




Living With a Goddess Ch. 02



Helena stopped, looking at me. "Alive?"

I gulped.

"Of course you will be alive, John! How else will we make love?" Helena said, bemused.

I exhaled for what felt like the first time in eternity. "Oh, thank god. I mean, goddess. I thought since you're a death goddess, you had some weird necrophilia shit going on."

Helena laughed, grasping my hand in hers and leading me over to the huge bed. She climbed on, standing on her feet and walking to the middle of it. "Now, then, John. I shall reveal to you my shame. You must do as I say. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," I said. "As long as I'm not dying, I'm happy."

"Very well," said Helena. She paused momentarily. "This is... the first time any of my lovers have seen this. My concubines have indulged me in my fetish before, but never has a man joined me in my bed as I..." she stopped, breathing heavily.

I climbed onto the bed, and walked across the soft, springy surface towards her. I realised there was nothing on this mattress but a sheet - no blankets or pillows. This wasn't a bed for sleeping in. I reached Helena, and took both her hands in mine. "Helena. You can tell me what it is. I promise, I won't leave."

Helena looked into my eyes. Her own brown ones were slightly wet. When she spoke, she had none of the calm confidence of before. "You promise?"

"I promise," I said.

She nodded, blinking away the moisture in her eyes. "Concubines!" she yelled to the darkness of the enormous room. "Bring the jars."

From the shadows of the surrounding room, shapes began to appear. Four women, all entirely nude save for veils across their faces, came forward from the darkness. Each took one of the large jars that stood around the bed, and brought them to the middle where Helena and I stood. One of them uncorked a jar, and the rest followed. I could tell Helena was shaking.

"So what exactly is this fetish?" I asked.

A sweet smell from the jars hit my nose. It was oddly familiar...

"Concubines," said Helena, pulling her dress up over herself to reveal her body - her sensual hips, her toned stomach, her impossibly perky, full breasts with their wine-dark nipples. She looked into my eyes as she spoke to them, her soft pink lips issuing forth a sultry whisper. "Bathe me."

The concubines lifted the jars, each tipping them over Helena's head. At first, nothing. Then, a golden liquid began oozing out of the jars. The substance sparkled translucently in the firelight. It wasn't quite runny, but not so thick that it took more than few seconds for Helena's whole body, from the shoulders down, to be glazed in a thick coat. The slightly viscous liquid ran off her in rivulets, dropping softly to the sheet below, and the concubines continued pouring it over her. The look on Helena's face was one of pure contentment, relaxation and bliss. She closed her eyes, languishing in the moment, then opened them and looked at me with an expression of unbridled lust.

I suddenly realised where I recognised the liquid's sweet smell from. The concubines were bathing Helena in syrup.

"Well?" Helena asked. "Does this... disgust you?"

I stood there on the huge, flat bed, staring at the golden liquid as it trickled down Helena's statuesque form. Her entire body was glazed in it. Her breasts, which protruded so proudly from her body, were painted in the ooze, and it came in slow drops from the nubs of her rapidly hardening, burgundy nipples. The syrup ran down her flat, muscular stomach, and dripped from the slick curls of her unkempt pubic garden. Her vulva had swollen with her arousal, and her pink labia were visible beneath the golden gloop.

"That is probably," I said, slowly, "the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life."

Helena grinned, making a growling sound in her throat as she lunged forward, grasping me with both hands and knocking me flat on the bed. The syrup began dripping all over me, and at a gesture her concubines forcibly ripped my clothes off me with incredible strength. Their jobs done, they scurried away, leaving me in the middle of a giant bed with a syrup-glazed Greek goddess laying on top of me. She touched her lips to mine, and then we began kissing passionately as her hand snuck down between us, where my rigid cock was trapped under the syrupy smoothness of her stomach. Lifting her hips, she guided my cockhead towards her pussy. I felt some of the syrup drip from her slit, mixed as it must have been by now with the juices of her arousal. The concoction fell onto my cock, lubricating my shaft as it trickled warmly down towards my balls. Helena pressed her lips against mine once more, as she placed my cockhead at her entrance, and pushed her hips down to meet mine, moaning in contentment, and enveloping my shaft in the tight folds of her dripping snatch.

I was halfway inside her when she stopped. "This is... I have never felt something so large before."

I was surprised. I wasn't small down there, but I didn't exactly have a monster cock. Still, Helena's eyelids fluttered as she focused on how much half my length was already filling her up. Well, I thought, if she likes that... I suddenly wound back, sinking my pelvis into the mattress, and then sprung upwards, reaching round to grab Helena's huge ass and shoving it down, sinking the full length of my shaft all the way into the depths of her pussy.

The noise Helena made was somewhere between a throaty scream and a shriek of laughter, and she collapsed on top of me as her vaginal walls pulsed around my cock. The excitement of living out her syrupy fantasy, combined with the new sensation of my cock reaching her innermost depths, was enough to make her cum. The sticky syrup around my cock was washed away by a wave of Helena's own nectar. Her pussy juices flowed out of her, soaking her pubes and my balls. I smiled to myself as she convulsed in the throes of her orgasm, her syrup-glazed form lying on top of me. This goddess was a squirter.

After a pause, Helena propped herself up above me. My still-rigid cock filled her completely, and the sensation alone was clearly sending her on her way to another orgasm. I smiled at her, kissing her on the tip of her nose, and rolled over, flipping her onto her back. I raised my hips, sliding my cock out of her tightness and causing her to moan. Then, using all my strength and the full force of gravity, I plunged back into her depths. Helena cried out, tears of pleasure appearing in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, yes!" She screamed, barely coherent. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt with your long, hard cock!"

I happily obliged, pulling out again, and shoving my entire length back into her sopping pussy. Again and again I thrusted, my strength brought on by adrenaline and testosterone, the solid pole of my manhood penetrating Helena's hot, tight snatch over and over. I built up speed, and Helena began bucking her pelvis up against mine, her syrup-coated body writhing around beneath me in ecstasy.

"Fill me! Oh, sweet gods, your cock feels so fucking good inside me! You're so... deeeeep!"

Once again, Helena was clutched by the throes of orgasm, her sticky body jerking wildly as she climaxed. Her hips spasmed upwards, taking me deep into her again, and her walls clamped down on my shaft. The sensation was too much, and I fell down onto her, pushing the length of my shaft into her burning pussy. I came deep inside her. I felt my cock pulse, and Helena continued to writhe in wanton pleasure, as I shot jet after jet of cum into her womb. I came more than I had ever cum before, and the hot, sticky spunk began flowing out of Helena's slit as it mixed with the juices she herself was squirting as her orgasm continued. My jizz, her sweet juices, and the warm, sticky syrup all mingled in a flood that poured out of the tiny crevices between my slowly deflating manhood and Helena's still-convulsing vaginal walls.

We both lay there, each embracing the other, as the intense, hot pleasure of our shared orgasm slowly, slowly subsided.

Still panting, Helena leaned in to kiss me gently. She was just about to speak, when we both turned at a sudden noise and a flash of golden light.

Asta was sitting at the end of the bed. Still wearing that pink, lacy bra and nothing else, and her legs were spread wide. The wetness of her snatch shone in the firelight. With one hand she slowly stimulated her clit, with the other she freed one huge, round tit from the confines of her bra. She took her nipple between her fingers and began tugging at it sensually.

"I don't know what the fuck you guys just did," she breathed, "but I felt it." She giggled, and began crawling on all fours towards where Helena and I lay. One breast still swung freely as she crawled, her eyes lit up with lust. I felt my cock beginning to harden again. Soon, Asta reached us. She cast an approving gaze over Helena's slick, syrupy body, and the stains on the sheets all around us.

Asta leant down, opening her mouth, and ran her tongue along Helena's body. She licked and licked, long, slow strokes all the way from Helena's still-dripping slit to her proud, prominent breasts. Helena, who had propped herself up on her elbows to look at Asta, fell with a soft sound back onto the mattress. Her eyes closed and a smile began growing across her face.

Asta looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine with that electric connection we shared. She crawled over to me, positioning her body over mine. Her hair fell around her face and mine, her pendulous breasts, half-covered by her bra, brushed against my chest. And her sopping wet cunt hovered directly above my stiffening cock.

Asta looked deep into my eyes. We hadn't even touched yet, but my cock was already at its full hardness. She smirked down at me.

"Hey," she said, softly.

"Hey," I said back.

Then she reached down between us, took my cock in her hand, and plunged it into her pussy.

Asta was fucking me! She was warm, and wet. I began to thrust up into her, but she pushed me down with a smile, and began moving her hips up and down my shaft with increasing speed. I could swear I felt her vaginal walls tighten around me, like she was massaging my cock. The sensation was incredible.

Suddenly, Asta began to slow down. She looked over at Helena. The death goddess was sitting up, watching me and Asta fuck, furiously masturbating. Two of her fingers slipped in and out of her syrup-glazed pussy, and she diddled her clit with her thumb. Her face was a mask of intense pleasure, and she looked as though she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and let herself go, but she held her gaze on Asta and I as we fucked on her bed.

"Are you gonna cum," asked Asta as she sank me deep into her and began grinding her pussy against my pelvis. "Yes," I was about to say, but I saw she was talking to Helena.

"Are you cumming, you whore?" Asta continued. "Touching yourself while you watch us fuck... you dirty, dirty little slut."

Helena began making sounds, soft, high-pitched screams. It was as if she wanted to talk, but was too wrapped up in the throes of her impending orgasm.

Asta continued grinding against me and talking to Helena in her low, sultry voice. "Are you cumming, whore? Are you gonna squirt all over your bed? Huh?" It was clear from Asta's voice that she was finding it hard to keep her own cool as she gyrated around my shaft. "Oh, Helena..." she moaned.

Helena let out a scream of pleasure, and her snatch began spraying forth her juice all over the mattress. The force and volume of her girlcum was incredible, especially seeing as she had cum twice already. She squirted like a fountain, spraying her clear, sweet juices into the air and all over the sheets. Asta quickly climbed off me, and positioned herself directly in Helena's line of fire. The last few jets of Helena's violent orgasm sprayed all over Asta's tits, and she ripped that pink, lacy bra off to receive her girlfriend's cum. Eventually, Helena flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Asta turned to me. The great, soft globes of her tits were shining wet with Helena's juices. Her facial expression was one of pure joy. But then she frowned as she looked at my still-hard cock.

"Oh, Johnny," she said, in her husky voice. "I'm sorry. You didn't get to cum." She waved a hand in Helena's direction, and there was a small golden spark. Helena sat up, suddenly, full of life. The exhaustion of her multiple orgasms had left her.

"The power to last longer in bed," said Asta. "I have enough currency to give it to you too, now, John. A useful skill in your discipleship. There will be more gifts, of course. But for now..."

Asta and Helena shared a glance, and then before I knew it they were either side of my cock.

"What should we do with this, Lena?" asked Asta in mock confusion.

"Oh, I can think of a few things," grinned Helena.

Moving as one, the two goddesses each grabbed their tits, and, leaning in towards each other, pressed them around my cock as they kissed.

I nearly came straight away. The sight of those two gorgeous goddesses kissing passionately above my shaft, which was hidden between the softness of both of their beautiful pairs of breasts... not to mention the sensation of those four warm, round globes, as they began sliding them up and down my shaft. My cock was already slick with Helena's girlcum and the syrup that coated her body, as were Asta's and Helena's tits respectively. The result was a well-lubricated mess as the girls clutched their tits and picked up speed, ceasing their makeout session momentarily to take in the sight of their bountiful breasts enveloping my stiff cock. Helena bit her lip in arousal as she watched my cock disappear again and again into the slippery tightness of the goddess' four-way cleavage. Asta fixed me with that electric, lust-filled gaze, her mouth open and panting in arousal. She sped up her tit-jiggling, and Helena matched her speed, until my cock was being jerked off at ferocious speed by a hot, wet, pussy-like tunnel of titflesh.

I was so close to orgasm I could practically feel it, but I somehow managed to hold on to my load. Maybe it was because I had come once before, or, more likely, Asta's gifts were beginning to take their effect on me.

Sensing that their onslaught wasn't going to be enough to make me cum, Asta slowed down and pulled her tits away. She looked at me again. "What do you want to do now?" she asked.

I grinned, sitting up and grasping Asta by her waste. She squealed in delight as I forcefully spun her round, and she read my mind, getting on all fours raising her round ass up into the air towards me. The perfect image of her closed-tight asshole and shining wet pussy, framed by the firm mounds of her butt, filled my vision. I grasped her asscheeks, shoving my face into her and giving her one good lick, from her prominent clit, along her pleasantly wet slit, and finishing with a flick of my tongue across the bud of her asshole. Then I pushed her ass down to the height of my crotch, and unceremoniously plunged the full length of my aching shaft into her hot depths.

Judging by the intermittent gasps I heard from Asta's mouth, I had taken her by surprise. After a few thrusts, though, she felt my rhythm, and began bucking her hips back against me, increasing our speed and the friction between us. I moved my hands from her pert ass and felt up her torso, to where her impossibly perfect tits were swinging beneath her with wild abandon. I gave them a firm squeeze, feeling her soft warmth as those tits squished between my fingers. Asta's crazed panted changed to a moan, and she reached out a hand and tried to grab Helena. She could barely lift her arm, her body was so deliriously weak from pleasure, but the other goddess, who had been pleasuring herself to the sight of our doggystyle fucking, got the message and moved closer. Asta thrust her chest out as much as she could, and Helena smiled sweetly as she lowered her face to Asta's tits.

Asta managed a few words. "Suck my tits, Lena... Suck your own cum off me, you whore!"

The dirty talk, the sight of Helena grabbing handfuls of titflesh and attempting to gorge herself on her own juices, the sensation of Asta's vaginal muscles massaging my cock as I thrust in and out of her at speed... I felt the onrush of orgasm. I gave Asta's butt one hard smack with my right hand, then grabbed her hips and drove myself all the way into her, letting loose jet after jet of hot cum into her womb. Asta collapsed, the sensation sending her into her own, quiet but intense orgasm. Helena, trapped beneath her, continued her voracious licking of Asta's tits. I pulled out of Asta. The last sight I remembered was my cum dripping from her cunt, as I fell forwards onto the goddesses, and let an exhausted sleep take me.



Living With a Goddess Ch. 03



Work the next day passed by quickly. The dreamlike state of euphoria that my threesome with Helena and Asta had left me in helped me get all my admin done without the monotony getting me down. I was also helped in the not-getting-bored department by Melissa, who came over to my desk in the afternoon. A few coy words were exchanged, and then in under a minute we were in a stationary cupboard. I say stationary...

We kissed passionately, our hands exploring each other's bodies. The pent-up sexual tension from our date had us both attacking each other's mouths. Melissa began to moan contentedly as I moved my kisses down her neck, all across her tanned flesh and towards her cleavage. My hands slid up under her tight sweater and I started gently feeling, for the first time, her enormous breasts. I began to slip a hand into the confines of her bra, certain that those huge cups were already at maximum capacity and that the addition of my hand would cause the straining material to split.

A sudden noise beyond the door made us both stop dead. Melissa looked at me, wide-eyed, her expression part fear, part excitement. The noise passed, but we both reluctantly agreed to leave it there. Melissa suggested we hang out later at my place. The implications were clear - and they were made clearer by her reaching down to my semi-erect cock and giving it a stroke through my jeans. It strained at her touch, and she raised an appreciative eyebrow at me.

"Well hello there, big boy," she said. We both burst out laughing at her cliched response, then I kissed her lightly on the nose for the compliment. As we made our way back to our desks, evading the judgmental glares of a few of the office's more gossipy staff, I tried to focus on getting my boner down. I'm sure Kim from accounting got a glimpse of my bulge, as she quickly flushed red and changed direction as I passed her in the hallway. Think unsexy thoughts, I told myself, remembering an episode of The Simpsons. Still, my cock took a long time going down. And I was pretty sure it felt a little bigger than usual. Was this all down to Asta's gifts?

I thought of Asta, and Helena, as I walked home, replaying the incredible scenes I had experienced in my mind. I would definitely have to see the death goddess again. Plus, sexual experiences aside, Asta had been practically glowing with energy when we woke up, entangled, on my bed that morning. She hadn't given me so much as a blowjob before I left for work, instead grinning to herself, thanking me for the Currency (and the fuck), and assuring me that she had lots of creative ideas for her new surplus of sexual magic-fuel. I wondered what crazy thoughts she had in mind as I fumbled for my door key. She'd increased my physical stamina, not to mention my size and my ability to sustain an erection. What else could Currency be used for? I got my answer when I opened the door and saw what was on the other side.

It wasn't my flat. As in, my flat wasn't my flat anymore. My front door had opened onto a large room, seemingly too big to fit in the building. The floor was carpeted in soft red, and there were pillars of white stone along the equally immaculate walls. I looked up, awestruck, at the ceiling, which had been painted in a classical mural. As I looked closer I realised the characters weren't religious figures, but rather groups of naked women, all engaged in various sexual acts.

I managed to tear my eyes away from the ceiling to look at the room in front of me again. Directly opposite me, a waterfall - yep, a waterfall - cascaded down the wall from a thin slot just below the ceiling, falling with a light splash into a pool below. The pool ran in a ring, like a moat, around a circular island, upon which was a circular bed. Upholstered and decked out in red velvet, the bed was nearly as big as the enormous mattress in Helena's dungeon-like domain, but twice as thick and plump. And on the bed, clad in a loose garment of entirely translucent pink fabric, was Asta. Her hair was up, and her pink nipples poked through the gossamer wisp of material. Her legs were crossed daintily, the juncture between her thick thighs a perfect 'Y'. The room echoed with the sound of tinkling water.

"John!" Asta called to me. "Welcome home. What do you think?"

"I... It's incredible. Where, um... where's my flat?"

Asta giggled, gesturing at the space around us. "It's here. This is it. I had some Currency left over, so I thought I'd make this place a bit more like home. My home, I mean. I hope you don't mind."

"No," I said. "Not at all. Melissa's coming over later though, this might be a bit hard to explain."

Asta's face lit up. "Melissa? Oh, yay! I'd love to watch you two fuck for the first time. God, her tits are something else, huh?"

I smiled to myself at the thought of my - well, my girlfriend, I guess - lying naked on that round, silky bed. Sure, it would take some explaining. But the night was shaping up to be pretty incredible.

"Wait, Asta," I said, "you said you had some Currency 'left over'. What did you use the rest on?"

Asta beamed at me, and clapped her hands. A door in the side wall I hadn't noticed began to open. It looked like a door from my old flat. I guessed that was where the normal part of this crazy sex-goddess-palace was.

Out of the door came Violet. Her crimson hair was tied up messily, like Asta's. She was wearing one of my T-shirts, one several sizes too big for me. The shape of her slender body beneath that fabric was truly breathtaking. Her pert breasts stood out and defined her shape, and the shirt only came down to just beyond her waist, where she wore nothing else. Seeing me, she smiled mischievously, twirling round and hiking the back of the shirt up over her tight, perky little ass. I hadn't realised how much I'd missed that ass until I saw it there: pale, smooth and flawless. It was all I could do not to step over to Violet, bend her over, and plunge my stiffening cock between those gorgeous buttcheeks.

"Hello, master," said Violet, demurely.

"Hello again, Violet," I said, smiling at her fondly.

"I brought Violet across," said Asta from the bed. "Not temporarily like before, but properly. She's here for good now. She can live with us!"

Practical issues flickered across my mind, but were instantly dispersed when Violet stepped over to me, stopping with her face barely an inch from mine, on tip-toes so that her already long, slender legs stretched out and equalised our heights. Her big, blue eyes stared into mine, her pale skin lightly dusted with freckles, her hot breath passing the tiny gap between our mouths.

"May I kiss you, master?" she asked.

I answered by reaching around Violet's slender form, gripping her back with one hand and her firm butt with the other, and pulling her into my body for a deep, passionate kiss. Violet moaned into my mouth, and began rubbing her whole body up against mine. I felt her hard nipples through our clothes, felt the warmth of her crotch as she ground up against the shape of my cock through my jeans. Eventually, we remembered we both had to breathe in, and the kiss subsided. Violet stepped back, unable to keep a flicker of a smile from her usually demure, pretty features.

"Take your cock out, John. It'll suffocate in those jeans," Asta said. I obliged, undoing my fly and letting my dick swing out, exposed to the air. That did feel better. And it was definitely bigger. Not even fully hard and over seven inches, by the look of it. Violet eyed my cock with a deep hunger.

"Before you stick that anywhere, Johnny boy," said Asta, "allow me to introduce you to the second of my three handmaidens."

I looked at Asta in wonderment. Of course! She had said there were three. Our threesome with Helena the night before must have given her enough Currency to bring two back over.

The woman who walked through the door had a purposeful, graceful stride. She wore a simple dress of white fabric, cut low at the bust, which contrasted with her dark brown skin and showed off a deep, impressive valley of cleavage. This woman was around the same height as Asta, and just as curvaceous. I saw her thighs jiggle as she walked, and the ripples of movement in the fabric of her short dress showed that her ass shook with every step too. Her braless tits also bounced with her graceful footfalls, threatening to burst from her low-cut dress. Then I saw the woman's face - and my dick, still exposed to the air, immediately leapt to its full hardness, Asta's gifts causing it to swell well past the eight-inch mark. This woman was beautiful. There was no other word for it. A cute little nose, big, almond shaped eyes of the palest blue, and a pair of lips just made for kissing, curved in a smile that lit up the room. Her hair was short-ish, thick and curled, and bounced around her head as she walked. This woman just seemed to bounce in general.

"This is Rosa," said Asta. There was a purr in her voice that suggested she was as turned on by this woman's mere presence as I was. "She's my right-hand girl, my second in command. Of course, she lives to serve you too."

"Hi, John," said Rosa, smiling that sweet smile at me and melting my insides. "It's lovely to meet you." She stepped daintily over to me, sidestepping my painfully erect cock, and kissed my cheek. My skin burned at the touch of those lips. Before stepping back to stand next to Violet, Rosa leant over to my ear, and whispered. "That is one good-looking cock. Come and see me later if your girlfriend doesn't tire you out."

The thought of Melissa caused a brief flash of guilt at my current situation, but my brain soon diverted any blood flow from my logic center to my dick. Good goddess, that thing was getting big.

Rosa stepped in line with Violet, hugging her briefly and kissing her on the lips.

Asta cleared her throat. "Oh, and John, there's one more thing -"

There was a knock at the door behind me. The front door.

"Melissa!" I yelled.

Asta nodded, waved a hand, and there was flash of golden light, too bright to keep my eyes open. When I did open them again, my flat had resumed its normal, shabby interior. Asta, Violet and Rosa were nowhere to be seen.

I breathed deeply, tucked my cock back into the tight confines of my jeans, and turned round to open the door.

Melissa stood on the other side. She wore a jumper that would have been baggy on anyone else, but was stretched by her voluptuous chest, as well as tight black jeans that hugged her wide hips. I'd never seen her dressed this casually before. She was even wearing her glasses, which she never wore at work because she claimed they weren't sexy. As I surveyed the beauty that stood in front of me, I strongly disagreed.

"Hi, Mel."

"Hi, Johnny," Melissa said, somewhat nervously. "I, um, I wasn't sure how casual this thing was. I mean, we didn't discuss... I mean, is this, like another date, or -"

I cut her off with a light kiss on her nose. I wasn't sure why kissing Melissa's nose made me feel the way it did, but I felt a pleasant rush in my gut. There she was, standing in my doorway. The first girl to make me feel that way in my stomach as well as my groin.

"It's a date," I said, grinning. I couldn't help but smile when I looked at her. "A casual date."

Melissa smiled back, stepping in to my flat. "A casual date," she nodded. "I like the sound of that. So, is this date casual enough for me to whoop your ass at Mario Kart, or what?"

We did indeed play Mario Kart, and she did indeed whoop my ass. Melissa had always been better at games than me. She just had some natural skill, I guess. I found myself looking over and watching her a lot instead of the screen. That may have had something to do with my losing.

As I watched her, I remembered all those times over the couple of years I'd known her that we'd hung out together as friends. All those hours spent in each other's company, generally just wasting time away with movies or video games. I'd never really given it much thought before, but Melissa had gradually become a close friend. Maybe even one of my closest friends, given the somewhat small social circles I kept. I watched her as she stared intently at the screen, her face a beautiful picture of a woman letting loose and having fun. I'd taken her for granted those past two or so years. I promised myself I wouldn't any more.

She stopped, noticing me staring, and paused the game. "What's up?"

"Nothing," I said. "I was just thinking about how much I love spending time with you, actually."

Melissa looked a little shocked, and genuinely touched. I guess I'd never been the type to share my feelings, even little things like that. Maybe if I had done so earlier, we'd have gotten together a long time ago.

"Aw, Johnny," she said. "That's so sweet." She looked into my eyes, and I could tell she meant it. Then she unpaused the game and overtook me.

"You dick!" I yelled at her, laughing. She giggled as she sped across the finish line.

I hung my head in shame. Melissa got up and shook her ass at me in a victory dance. The sight was incredible. "Seven wins, no losses. Hmm. I'm starting to see a pattern here, Johnny."

Hours later, nearly midnight, and we were curled up on the sofa together, watching a movie. Melissa's stunning body was pressed into mine, my chest against her back, her ass in my crotch. The boner I'd had all evening struggled against my jeans. I knew she must feel it, but all she'd done in reaction was to push herself further into my embrace. I had one arm trapped beneath her as we spooned, and the other draped over her incredible tits. Her hair was a mess, all static-ed up from the sofa, and some of it was in my face. I just breathed in her smell.

"Are you smelling me?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted.

"That's kind of cute," she said, and nestled herself further into me. My cock was firmly wedged into her butt now, finding the crack between her voluminous buttcheeks despite both our jeans being in the way.

"You know I've been feeling your monster cock for the last hour, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I joked, "I've been subtly wanking myself off with some very precise hip movements."

Melissa laughed, and spun round, breaking our contact, and hitting me lightly on the shoulder. Our legs got tangled in the movement, and she fell back onto me - only forwards this time, her chest crushing into mine. I felt the softness of those awesome tits beneath the tight prison of her sweater. I realised she wasn't wearing a bra.

Melissa's face had ended up right near mine. She looked up at me through her glasses, the movie now forgotten. "Kiss me on my nose," she said.

"What?"

"That thing you did before. Kiss me on my nose. It makes me feel all gooey."

"Gooey?" I asked.

"Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." She suddenly looked anxious. "...Do you?"

I looked into her eyes. "I do. I feel it too."

Melissa beamed at me, and I leant in and kissed her lightly on her nose.

She shivered against me, her tits shaking in her sweater. "Gooey," she murmured.

She kissed me back, on the mouth this time, and that kiss lasted much longer. The kiss turned to another, and another, and then she planted one on my neck, which I returned, all the while sneaking my hands up the back of her jumper and caressing her back. 

Melissa was ahead of me, it seemed. She fumbled for my fly, unzipping it and reaching in for my cock. Her hand closed around it. She laughed.

"What?" I said.

"Fucking hell, Johnny," Melissa grinned. "Your dick is going to rip me in half."

"That's the plan," I said.

Melissa kissed me, then leaned back, pulling her jumper off over her head. It was a struggle getting it past those tits, and the material caught on her nipples, granting me a view of the undercurve of each of her massive melons. The underside was a little paler than her tanned cleavage. Tan lines. Hot.

I leaned in to her as she tugged at the jumper, and the second her breasts sprang free I shoved my face between them, grabbing each great mound of titflesh and drowning myself in her chest. I pulled free after a long moment, looking up at Melissa's face. She was trying to do a mock disapproving expression, but was obviously aroused beyond the point of such expressive finesse. She only managed a moan, and pulled me up out of the great valley of her cleavage for a searing hot kiss.

"You like my tits, Johnny?"

"Oh fuck yes, Melissa. I've dreamed of those tits every night since I met you."

Melissa reached down, cupping as much of each heavy breast as she could with each hand, and pushing the two pillowy mounds up and together, displaying their curve and her dark nipples and wide areolas.

"They're yours now, John. Fuck me. Fuck your girlfriend's tits."

I tore off my shirt and began pulling my cock out of my jeans, when I stopped. "Girlfriend?"

Melissa went wide-eyed, fear on her face. "I thought -"

"No, yeah - yes, Melissa, god yes I'll be your boyfriend." Melissa's face split into a perfect smile.

"I know we didn't have 'the talk', or whatever they call it in sitcoms, but I just assumed... you know. I mean, I... really like you. A whole fucking lot."

"I like you too," I said, kissing her nose again. She shivered at that, a ripple moving through her mountainous tits. "And now I'm going to fuck the living daylights out of you."

Melissa wrangled herself out of her tight jeans as hastily as she could as I held my cock in one hand, my own jeans falling off me. My dick was definitely heavier. Thicker, too, as well as longer.

Melissa forgot all pretense of foreplay or a striptease, simply giving me a glance that made my stomach do backflips before tugging her panties down and revealing her bare pussy.

"Shaved. I like it," I teased, reaching down and stroking her slit, finding it sopping wet.

"Fuck me, you cunt," she laughed.

I obliged, shoving Melissa onto her back on the sofa, positioning myself over her, and lined up my swollen cockhead with her dripping snatch, pale as it was against the tan that stopped in a perfect panty shape around her crotch. I lowered myself, a bead of precum dripping onto Melissa's pussy. I could feel the heat already. She watched me, her breath caught in her throat.

I looked into her eyes. She took off her glasses with one hand, and put them aside, craning her neck up to kiss me lightly on my nose, just as I had done to her. I smiled at her, and pushed my engorged cock into the sweltering folds of her pussy.

Melissa's mouth widened into a round 'O'. She closed her eyes as I guided more and more of my length into her. She was tight, the tightest pussy I think I'd ever fucked. With my newly improved dick, it was hard going, but she was so wet already that I managed to get halfway in without too much resistance. Melissa's eyes were screwed tight shut by this point, and I figured that was enough of my cock in her for now.

I was briefly stunned by the revelation that, aroused to the point of madness as I was, I was still relatively clear headed. I wasn't fucking her mindlessly as I had Asta the night before. Her pleasure, her reactions to my movements, were foremost in my mind. As I began to slide in and out of her, and her cunt gradually relaxed for me, I realised my feelings for Melissa were deeper than anything I'd felt before - any simple attraction, any fleeting lust. I picked up my pace, and leaned in to whisper in her ear. I had to tell her. I didn't care if I ruined the mood, I had to share this new sensation with her. She had to know how I felt about her, looking down as she wriggled in naked pleasure beneath me.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

I leant back up, and saw Melissa's eyes were wet. I felt her vaginal walls ripple around my cock, and her face tightened in ecstasy as she came. Her mouth could make no sound as she held her breath through the waves of her climax, but she fixed her gaze into mine, and she mouthed the words. "I love you too."




Living With a Goddess Ch. 03



I continued thrusting through her orgasm. Melissa's pussy was slicker now, and was still widening as much as it could to accommodate my enhanced girth. I was nearly all the way inside her, and my pace was getting even quicker, until I was pounding her pussy, our pelvises bumping into each other, her hips spasming up in her furious attempts to take my entire length in. Eventually I thrust all the way, my cock sinking into her very core, her impossible heat and tightness surrounding me. Her face below me was a sheen of sweat, her mouth wide and her eyes ablaze with passion. It was too much. I let go, cumming deep into her, my cock shooting hot, sticky ropes of cum, filling her cunt. I buried my face in her tits and kept our pelvises grinding against each other, and I kept cumming. It must have pushed her over the edge, because I felt another spasm from her vaginal walls as I continued firing my load into her, and it mixed with her juices. My orgasm lasted longer than any I'd had before, and all the while my cock spurted what felt like gallons of semen into the boiling heat of my girlfriend's cunt.

We lay there, my cum spilling out of her around my cock, which was still semi-hard in her ravaged pussy. I breathed deep in my resting place, nestled in Melissa's bosom, and her ribcage swelled beneath me with her own breathless panting. We must have lain there for nearly half an hour, revelling in our shared orgasm and each other's presence. I silently thanked Asta for my gifts, and for whatever I assumed she had done to Melissa's pussy to accommodate my newly enhanced member.

"That..." Melissa breathed, after a long, hot silence, "was the best sex I've ever had in my life."

"Me too," I said, truthfully. Asta was beautiful, as was Violet, and Helena's kinky threesome had been intense, but I had never connected with someone like that. And, I thought as I felt the pool of cum that had poured from Melissa's cunt onto my sofa, I had never cum like that before.

I pulled myself out of Melissa's cleavage - not an easy task - and looked into her eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I woke up in my bed. I didn't remember leaving the sofa, or cleaning the sweat and cum off myself. I had a vision of Asta carrying me in and cleaning me off - with her tongue, as she loved to do. My cock began hardening at the thought.

Melissa was beside me, squeezed in next to me on my single bed. She, too, was completely naked, and awake. She looked at me and smiled.

"Morning," she said.

Fuck, she was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed her on her nose. She giggled and grabbed my shoulders, rolling on top of me and planting her huge, heavy tits right in my face.

"Just stay like this forever," I said in a muffled voice. "Don't move."

"I'm going to move a little, if that's OK with you," said Melissa. She reached down between us and felt for my cock, gripping it tightly and guiding it towards her pussy. She wasn't as wet as she had been, and while I wasn't full mast yet, my cock wasn't going to fit inside her without some lubrication. She didn't seem to mind though, jiggling her tits around my face and moving my cock up and down along her slit with her hand.

"Hey there, lovebirds!"

Melissa jumped off me like lightning, grabbing the covers and pulling them over us. Asta was standing in my bedroom, wearing a matching set of sky-blue lingerie.

"What the fuck?!" screamed Melissa. "Who - who are you? Johnny, who the fuck is this?"

Asta frowned. "You didn't explain your situation, John?" She shrugged. "Too busy fucking your girlfriend, I guess. And who could blame you..." Asta ran her eyes hungrily over Melissa's curves.

"John, what's going on? What does she mean, your situation?" Melissa sounded scared.

I sighed. Part of me had hoped I could keep my two lives separate, and have a nice, normal relationship with Melissa. But I guess I knew that now I was a disciple, normal was well and truly out the window.

Asta must have realised the uncomfortable position she'd put me in. She gestured to the door. "Come in here, I'll explain everything. I folded your clothes up, they're over there if you want to get dressed." Our clothes were indeed neatly folded in two piles on my bedroom floor. Asta smiled apologetically at me, and left the room.

Melissa looked too bewildered to think straight, and I didn't want her getting the wrong impression any longer. I stood up, still naked, my cock swinging semi-hard between my legs, and held out my hand for Melissa to take.

"Johnny, what's going on?" She sounded upset.

"Please, Mel. Trust me. Take my hand. Everything will be explained."

She nodded, blinking, and stood up, taking my hand, and we walked together through my bedroom door.

The room beyond was the palace hall Asta had created. We had come out of a side door, into the bright, open space. The waterfall tinkled gently. Asta stood in front of us, still in her lingerie.

Melissa gasped. "What? How...?"

Asta smiled comfortingly at her. "Melissa, welcome. My name is Asta. I'm a goddess. Your lover is my disciple."

Melissa just stared, wide-eyed, at the waterfall, the bed, the pillars, the paintings on the ceiling.

Asta continued. "I was close to death when John joined me. Now I have all this. You boyfriend is a kind and loving man."

"You're... a goddess?" Melissa breathed. I remembered my reaction the first time I heard, and squeezed her hand in mine. She looked to me for confirmation, and I nodded.

"I'm a disciple, Mel. It means I collect Currency for Asta. It's what we call the energy she lives on. The fuel for her life, and for her magic."

"Magic..." Melissa whispered to herself.

"My magic made this room," Asta said. "And it enhanced your lovemaking last night. I'm a sex goddess, Melissa. My Currency is sexual energy. John's job is to generate that energy for me."

Melissa nodded, slowly, coming to terms with everything. "So, John, you... we... you fucked me because of all this?"

"No, Mel," I said, taking her in my arms. "We had sex because we both wanted to. Because I love you. Asta just used the energy we generated."

Melissa looked up at me. She seemed completely overwhelmed.

Asta stepped over to us, and tapped Melissa lightly on the shoulder. "Come with me, my darling. There's something I've wanted to do to you ever since I saw you."

Melissa allowed herself to be led over to the bed. She looked like she was only half there, like she was in a dreamlike daze, unable to fully register everything. I started to follow them, but Asta made me stay.

"Watch us, John."

Asta led Melissa through the moat around the bed, their feet splashing quietly in the cool, clear water. They stepped up and onto the huge, round bed. Melissa seemed to be coming to her senses.

"I... what are you doing?"

Asta leaned in, and kissed her lightly on the nose. "I'm thanking you. You and John's love has given me more power than I've ever felt before. Please, Melissa, let me thank you."

Melissa looked over at me. I nodded, and she looked back at Asta. "I, um... I suppose so -"

Asta placed a hand gently on Melissa's cheek, and leaned in to kiss her. Melissa moved away, but I saw Asta whisper something in her ear. She nodded, nervous, and Asta smiled. Their lips brushed gently against each other, and then Asta kissed her.

I just stood there, beyond the water, watching Asta and my girlfriend kissing tenderly on the bed. Melissa was completely naked, and Asta began reaching around for the clasp on her sky-blue bra, unhooking it and letting her own round tits fall out. She leaned out of the kiss, and smiled at Melissa.

"I love your boobs, Melissa," said Asta in her low, sensuous voice. She reached out a hand and grabbed as much titflesh as she could, massaging my girlfriend's breast slowly.

"Th-thank you, Asta. You're... you're really beautiful."

Asta's face lit up, and I thought I saw a spark of that electricity that always connected me and her as she gazed into Melissa's eyes.

"Do you like my breasts, Melissa?"

Melissa had been avoiding looking at Asta's body, but she looked down now at the perfectly round globes that lay bare before her. "They're lovely," said Melissa.

"Would you like to touch them?" asked Asta in that husky voice.

Melissa looked over at me. "John? I... I'm sorry, but I really want to. Is that bad?"

"No, Melissa," I smiled. "She's a goddess. You can hardly blame yourself. Go ahead. Touch her."

Melissa nodded, her gaze returning to Asta's breasts. She reached out one shaking hand, and lightly brushed her fingers down the curve of Asta's chest. Asta leaned into her, pressing her breast into Melissa's hand, and Melissa's stroking turned to a firm squeeze.

"That feels so good, Melissa," said Asta. "Please, keep squeezing my breasts."

Spurned on by arousal, Melissa took one of Asta's tits in each hand, and began massaging them, the soft, round globes spilling through her fingers. She caressed each tit, her gaze transfixed by the beauty of those orbs - not quite as big as her own, but perfectly, impossibly round and pert. Asta moaned at my girlfriend's touch, and leaned in for a kiss, which Melissa happily returned.

"Your hands feel amazing caressing my tits, Melissa. Please, let me thank you," Asta said. She pushed Melissa back onto the bed, then positioned herself over her, her hand stroking Melissa's hair, her breasts hanging down and brushing Melissa's own. She kissed my girlfriend again, then moved her head down, laying kisses all over her chest, down her stomach, and finally at her bare crotch. Melissa's legs jerked shut, but Asta simply moved them gently apart, and put her mouth to Melissa's pussy, kissing it tenderly.

Melissa moaned. "John..." I rushed over to the bed, through the water. I got onto the mattress beside her and held her hand in mine. She looked up at me. "John, I love you. You know that."

"I love you too," I said, kissing her.

"Have you had sex with Asta?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "Before we were properly together, but yes."

Melissa nodded, shivering a little as Asta continued laying soft kisses on and around her slit. "She explained everything to me, John. I trust you. You're my best friend, and now you're my boyfriend. And you have this amazing job to do, this huge responsibility. I want you to know that I love you and I support you."

I don't think I could have loved her more than I did right then. I kissed her on her nose, and she giggled. "Thank you, Mel."

"Now," said my girlfriend, biting her lip. "Do you mind if this goddess of yours eats me out?"

"As long as I can watch," I said. Asta didn't waste any time, diving between Melissa's legs and shoving her tongue into her pussy. Melissa moaned with the sensation and gripped my hand tighter. One of Asta's hands reached back to her butt, which she stuck high in the air, and pulled down her lacy panties, lightly touching her slit with a fingertip.

I watched my girlfriend's face contort in pleasure as Asta pleasured her. The sight of Asta's face peering out from between her legs made my erection twitch. I grabbed my cock in one hand and began jerking it to the sight of Asta eating Melissa's pussy. Melissa's eyes were closed in ecstasy, unable to see me jack off over her, but Asta watched my prick with that familiar lust in her eyes. She removed her mouth from my girlfriend's pussy for a moment, leaving her chin dripping with girlcum and Melissa panting on the bed.

"Melissa, darling. I haven't yet experienced your boyfriend's enhanced cock. My magic really seems to have done a number on him. I don't suppose you mind if I...?"

Melissa addressed her reply to me. "John. Fuck Asta from behind while she eats my cunt."

I didn't need to be told twice. Asta plunged, grinning, back into Melissa's snatch, and I went over to where the round globes of her ass wiggled invitingly, stuck up in the air. I stroked my cock along Asta's slit, lubing myself with her wetness, and then, without warning, stuck my entire length inside her.

Asta screamed into my girlfriend's cunt. I relished the sound, pulling back and thrusting again and again into Asta's pussy, my hands clenching her rounded buttcheeks as I slammed into her. Melissa opened her eyes, her stimulation momentarily halted as Asta let herself be fucked furiously. My eyes met Melissa's and she bit her lip in arousal at the sight of me pounding Asta's pussy, her asscheeks rippling with every smack of my pelvis against hers. Melissa's hands moved to her pussy, one playing with her clit and the other shoving Asta's face back into her. Asta came back to reality just enough to resume her licking of my girlfriend's snatch.

"OK," Melissa said. "I need some of that." She roughly shoved Asta aside, leaving the goddess practically asphyxiating on the bed beside us. I leaned down, positioning myself over Melissa and guiding my slick cockhead to her shining wet snatch.

I slid in easier this time. Maybe it was the magic gradually improving my skill, or our chemistry, or Melissa's pussy control. But all thought of Asta and magic left my mind when I sank deeper into Melissa. Even though the goddess was right next to me, and I could see her begin to diddle her clit in my peripheral vision, I only saw the beauty that lay beneath me. I looked into her eyes, and felt our connection - not the electric spark I had with Asta, but something else, like her eyes went deeper, and I was staring into her. Our minds, or our hearts, or our souls - something else touched as I pushed myself all the way into her.

We fucked, there and then, as though there were nothing else in the world. Our eyes stayed open the whole time, even when we both felt like screwing them shut in pleasure, and we stared into each other. I thrust as hard as I had been thrusting into Asta, furiously pounding Melissa's pussy. Her lip quivered, but she held my gaze.

"I'm cumming, Johnny."

I sunk myself all the way into her, filling her completely as she came around my cock. Her body trembled and spasmed beneath me in her ecstasy, and I covered her naked breasts with kisses as they jiggled and shook.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Asta. "You're the only one who hasn't cum yet, John. Now tell us. Where do you want to cum?"

Asta pushed me upright, so that I slid out of Melissa, and tightly gripped my slick cock in one hand. She stroked me slowly, occasionally kissing my shaft as she spoke.

"Do you want to cum in your girlfriend, like you did last night? Do you want to fill her up with your seed? Or maybe you want to cum in her mouth as she sucks you. That pretty mouth wrapped around your cock. Or I could suck you off, like I did when we met. I hadn't even told you my name. Remember that? I sucked you off like a whore."

My arousal grew, but Asta's jerk-off kept its slow, sensual pace. She kept talking in that deep, rich voice of hers, her face inches from my manhood.

"Maybe you could cum all over your girlfriend's tits. You'd like that, wouldn't you. Your pretty girlfriend with her enormous tits, all covered in your spunk? Did you notice how much you came last night? That's my magic. You'll cum buckets from now on. How would you like to shoot all that cum on your girlfriend's huge, sexy fucking tits?"

I felt my orgasm coming on. The pressure built in my balls, and I could tell Asta's gifts would not fail me. Her handjob sped up as she felt my cock pulse and harden even further within her grip.

"Where do you want to cum?" she asked me.

"Put your faces together," I said. Asta beamed up at me, and reached a hand, the one that wasn't full of cock, to Melissa.

Melissa, still flushed but recovered from our intense orgasm, sat up and slid over to us, positioning her face next to Asta's. They pressed in close, their cheeks touching, their hair falling into each other's faces. Those faces were just beyond my cock. I felt it coming.

Taking my cock from Asta, I jerked it powerfully, just once, and came. A thick, hot jet of spunk shot out, landing on Asta's cheek. Before she could even react, the next shot was coming, and I shifted my cock between their faces. A second spurt of sticky, white cum exploded out of me, plastering those two beautiful faces. All across Melissa's tanned skin were globs of thick cum, and Asta's face had begun to drip my spunk down onto the bed. And I was still shooting, my orgasm lasting longer than any I'd had before.

Asta grabbed my cock as it pulsated in my hand, and directed it towards her mouth, which she opened. Somehow, that image renewed the vigour with which I was ejaculating, and I felt my cock stiffen and spit out a great jet of cum into Asta's waiting mouth, painting her tongue with semen, her moist breath warm against my dick. Asta held my cock there, jerking it powerfully until the last of my enormous load was spent, and her mouth was full.

Asta moved her mouth over to Melissa's, clutching my girlfriend's chin and opening her mouth wide. Asta positioned herself above Melissa, allowing me to still see both their faces as she let my cum flow from her mouth into my girlfriend's. Melissa eagerly held out her tongue for my load, lapping at Asta's lips and chin as my semen poured between them. Asta pushed her face into Melissa's for an intensely sloppy kiss, their faces both soaked in cum and the thick, white stuff literally pouring from the joining of their lips. They kissed and kissed, all that cum dripping from their faces onto the bed below.

Simultaneously, they looked up at me. Their faces were pure expressions of joy and admiration, lewdly painted with my spunk. Asta closed her mouth, gulping loudly, and swallowed, opening again to show me that the last of the cum that she had had in her mouth was gone. Melissa giggled, a wet, gargling sound, and followed suit, swallowing the lion's share of the cum that wasn't dripping from their faces. My girlfriend proudly showed me her open mouth and pink tongue, clean of my seed.

I smiled down at my girlfriend and my goddess, and collapsed forward onto the bed between them, utterly spent. I had never been happier.

As we lay there, tangled together, I suddenly remembered something Asta had said earlier.

"Asta?"

"Mmff?"

"Before, you were about to tell me something. Something else you'd used the Currency for."

"Later, John. Later..."



Living With a Goddess Ch. 04



Author's Note: I'd just like to thank everyone for the phenomenal response to this story. I was unsure whether people would take to my first story here, but the number of you lovely people who have read, rated and commented on these past few chapters has been incredible. Last time I checked, Chapter Three was in the top 20 rated Group Sex stories on the site! Thank you all for being so welcoming. There is definitely more to come from John and the girls, so stay tuned!

A reminder that this is a longform story, with character development and so forth. For a better experience, try reading from the beginning :)

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I walked the large, white halls of the palace that was once my flat, completely naked and absent-mindedly stroking my cock. As much as I loved what Asta had done, the fact that we now had what seemed like a whole world to ourselves within the walls of my tiny apartment, I was still finding it difficult to remember where everything was. I was sure this was the second hallway. Which meant the kitchen was... here? No, wait...

I kept walking, smiling to myself. I realised I hadn't been to work in a few days. I tried to care, but I really couldn't. The main reason I ever went to work, Melissa, was currently lying on one of the many beds in this place, her pussy leaking my cum out onto the sheets after yet another intense sex session. It was something about this place, some side effect of Asta's magic - we were all constantly horny.

I opened a door to check if it was indeed the kitchen. A cloud of hot steam greeted me, and I spluttered. I peered into the mist. This was a bathroom. White marble floors, vines growing up the walls, a display of sex toys Asta had put up by a window. I wondered for a second about the view beyond that window. Green, rolling hills. Where exactly were we?

I traced the steam to its source, and all thoughts of windows left my mind. Asta was standing underneath a huge statue that depicted two naked women, both larger than life. One woman was kneeling, her hands exploring the lower body of the second woman, who stood, nearly ten feet tall, and held a large jug over one shoulder, carved of the same white stone as the rest of the statue. From the jug poured a constant flow of steaming water into the tiled pool below, where Asta was. It was a shower.

Like the stone woman, Asta wasn't alone. Violet knelt beside her in the water, mirroring the poses of the statue, her hands rubbing soap all over Asta's body. The two of them turned as I entered. I noticed Violet had a strip of white cloth around her mouth.

"John! Would you like to join us? Violet's been a naughty girl. I caught her in here trying to stuff as many of my toys as she could into herself. So she's washing me as punishment. And she's not allowed to talk, are you, whore?"

Violet shook her head, mumbling through the cloth that covered her mouth.

"Although," Asta continued, thoughtfully, as Violet continued rubbing her soapy hands up and down her legs, "I'm not sure how she's going to eat me out with that thing on. Hm. I may not have thought this through." She seemed to notice me again. "Oh, yes. John. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, I was looking for the kitchen."

Asta smiled. "Nearest one is across the hall."

I smiled back, stealing another glance at the beautiful vision before me as I left. Then I remembered something else.

"Oh, one more thing," I said, coming back into the room. "Yesterday... or a few days ago, whenever it was."

"Time flies," said Asta, fondly.

"Yeah... well, you said you'd gotten something with your Currency. You were going to tell me what it was, and we got... distracted."

Asta's eyes lit up. "Oh! Of course! You haven't met her yet, have you?"

"...Her?" I asked.

Asta smiled her mischievous smile. "My third handmaiden."

I left the room again, my mind buzzing. Sure, I'd have loved to join Asta and Violet in their shower. But the idea of this new, third handmaiden had my cock hardening already. What would she be like? I decided to look for her among the maze-like halls of our new palace. But first, the kitchen. I wasn't that hungry, but I couldn't remember the last time I ate. I didn't want to waste away from all the constant fucking. Actually, as I thought about it... that didn't sound like a bad way to go.

I crossed the wide, spacious hall, and entered the room Asta had told me was the kitchen. It was one of the smaller rooms, with a simple, modern oven and sink, all standard kitchen-y stuff. There also appeared to be a bed in the corner. Of course there was. There were beds everywhere.

Rosa stood at the sink, washing a pile of plates. I hadn't really seen the gorgeous, dark-skinned handmaiden since I'd first met her. I'd been too busy, let's see... fucking Melissa, then Asta and Melissa, then Melissa again, then Violet, then Asta and Violet, then Melissa again... then Melissa again... I began to lose track.

And then I really lost track when I saw what Rosa was wearing. It was an apron. Nothing fancy, no different from the kind of apron you'd find in any other kitchen - at least from what I could see from behind her. Except this apron was the only thing she was wearing. Tied tightly behind her back, the cloth covered her from the front - but it wasn't the front I was looking at. Rosa's curls fell across her shoulders, the smooth skin of her back reaching down to where the apron was tied, just above her ass. That ass. Two great, round globes of deep brown, sticking out proudly as Rosa leant forward over the sink. Beneath her butt, two thick, soft legs, and in the space between them, the tiniest peek of her pussy. Rosa had a body like Asta's - as if it were possible for even one such body to exist in the first place. She was curvy and soft and beautiful. And she was standing right there.

"Oh, hi, Rosa," I said. "I just came for some food..."

She didn't turn around as she spoke. "We haven't fucked yet, have we, John?"

"N-no," I said.

She turned around. It was not a normal apron. The garment was white and lacy, looking more like lingerie than anything. A deep, plunging neckline revealed Rosa's glorious cleavage, and clung to those globes like spandex. The fabric was tight all over, covering her slightly pudgy stomach like a second skin, and then stopping just above her crotch, where I could see her pussy had a fine triangle of dark hair just above it.

"I hope I haven't disappointed you in any way," Rosa said.

I laughed out loud. I couldn't help it. The idea that the vision of a woman who stood in front of me could disappoint anyone was absurd. "No, Rosa. You haven't disappointed me, not at all. I've just been... busy."

Rosa smiled. "Of course. You have an important job. I shouldn't be so selfish."

"Selfish?"

"I suppose I wanted you for myself. But it's your choice who you want to fuck."

I suddenly remembered that I was completely naked. Rosa had been talking to me in that calm, warm voice of hers, looking me in the eye the whole time; it had felt like a normal conversation. But of course, I was naked, and my penis was nearly fully erect at the sight of the beauty before me.

"You're right, it is my choice, Rosa. And I'd very much like to fuck you."

Rosa smiled sweetly. That smile. I remembered the first time I'd seen her smile, when I met her, and the warmth that had spread through me. There were few sights in the world more perfect than those lips forming an expression of happiness.

"Then by all means," she said, turning back round and bending over the sink, sticking that round ass high in the air.

I didn't need telling twice. I stepped forward, my cock swinging in front of me, and placed a hand on the warm, smooth skin of Rosa's buttcheek. She exhaled slowly. I stroked her, massaging and kneading the flesh of her ass with my fingers. My second hand soon joined in. Maybe her ass was bigger than Asta's...

I gripped each cheek firmly, and spread them apart. Her pussy lips were thick, and prominent with arousal, though not yet wet. The tight, puckered star of her asshole stood out darker against her dark skin.

"You may use me as you wish, master," Rosa said.

Something about the way she said it didn't feel right. In fact, through the whole conversation, it had been like she was holding something back. Not like the confident woman who had strode up to me and complimented my cock five seconds after meeting me. "Master?" I said. "I expect that from Violet, but I didn't think you were that sort of girl."

"I..." Rosa started. "I live to serve my mistress, and her disciples."

"Rosa. Listen to me." I took her by the shoulders and turned her round to face me. Good goddess, she was beautiful. She looked up at me with those big, pale blue eyes. "I'm fine doing that stuff with Violet. That's what she's into. And Asta likes it hard, and Mel... well, Mel's different. But when I'm with you, I want to be with you. You're not just walking vaginas to me, you know? I want to make you feel good too. You don't have to do the submissive act - if it is an act."

Rosa looked up at me, and smiled again. That smile could melt me. And this time, it seemed all the more genuine. Me and Asta had that spark between us, and Melissa and I could look at each other and it was like we were looking into each other's souls. And for the first time, I felt something a little like that with Rosa.

"Thank you, John," she said. "The mistress, she doesn't always -"

"Hey," I said. "I'm not Asta. Now. How are we going to do this?"

Rosa took my hand, never breaking eye contact, and led me over to the bed. Of course you put a bed in the kitchen, Asta. For situations just like this one.

Rosa sat down on the bed, and patted the mattress net to her. I sat down beside her, and she clasped my hands in hers.

"You really want to do this... my way?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "Trust me, whatever it is. I've fucked a syrup-coated death goddess, Rosa, I'm easy."

Rosa laughed quietly. So sweet and beautiful. I couldn't help but reach over and brush a curl of hair out of her face.

"Well," said Rosa. "Don't get me wrong, I love being submissive. I love being taken, and just fucked senseless. I'd really, really like to do that with you some time. But for our first time... I don't know. It's dumb."

"No, it's not," I assured her.

Rosa smiled nervously. "I guess I'm something of a romantic. You know, taking it slow, kissing, all of that crap. I want to be like Violet, I really do, but I'd like... I'd like to make love to you first. Is that weird?"

I laughed. "No, that sounds wonderful. And it's perfectly natural to be turned on by both those things. The romantic, lovemaking stuff, and the submissive stuff."

"And you, John," Rosa said. "What do you like?"

The question threw me a bit. I'd been having so much sex recently, and so little before I met Asta, that I'd never really had time to think about what it was that really turned me on. I thought of the kinds of porn I liked to watch and read, but that was all pretty standard stuff.

"I guess..." I said, slowly. "I guess that... I like it when the woman likes it. I think what I'm 'into' is making sure that she - that you - are having fun."

Rosa smiled at me again. She had to stop doing that, my heart was about to burst. "That's really sweet, John. I can see why the mistress was drawn to you."

"Oh, no," I said. "It was all luck really, how we met. You see -"

Rosa stopped me with a squeeze of my hand. "You know," she said, "there are sex gods, and death gods, and gods of wealth and harvest and music. But there are other forces too. Forces even the gods don't fully understand. I think maybe you and my mistress were destined to meet."

I had never believed in destiny, or fate, or any of that. But hey, I had never believed in goddesses with double-D tits. "Maybe you're right, Rosa."

"I usually am." She winked at me. "Now. You said that what makes you happy is when the woman you're with is happy?"

"Yeah," I said. "And don't worry. I'm totally into all that romantic stuff." I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the cheek as she giggled. She stopped, looked into my eyes, and I kissed her on the lips.

It was intended as a playful tease, but that first kiss must have lasted at least five minutes. Her lips, those lips that smiled so beautifully, were full and warm and soft like none I'd kissed before. Not even Melissa's. We both stuck out our tongues, exploring each other's mouths wetly and loudly, our movements becoming more and more voracious as our hands found each other's bodies. Her hands stroked my chest, and mine quickly did the same to her, feeling those wonderfully round, full breasts for the first time. She moaned into my mouth as I gave them a firm squeeze. Eventually, we pulled away. Rosa was breathing heavily, her huge chest rising and falling, threatening to burst from the confines of her skin-tight apron-lingerie.

Rosa looked at me, panting. "Yeah," she said.

I knew exactly what she meant. "Yeah," I said in reply.

"There's, um... there's something else I was going to say, before you... you know. Kissed me."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I interrupted you."

"No!" she said, a little louder than she had perhaps intended. "No, it was... wow. It was amazing. But there's something else I'm into. In bed."

"What is it?"

Rosa fixed me with her bright, pale blue eyes. She bit her lower lip, and smiled again. This smile, though, was different. The warmth and sweetness she emanated were still there. But this smile was darker. Mischievous. The kind of smile Asta often gave me, or the kind of smile Violet would try to hide as I spanked her.

"John," said Rosa. "I really, really like getting fucked in the ass."

There were a few seconds of silence. I realised I had been holding my breath, and breathed out.

Rosa giggled. "Is that OK with you?"

I nodded vigorously. Rosa laughed again, and took my hand in hers, standing up.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she said.

"...We're on a bed," I said.

Rosa looked around the room. "Yeah, but... it's a kitchen. You know?"

I smiled, and stood up, letting her lead me by the hand out of the door and into the hallway.

"Now," she said. "Let's find a bedroom."

"You don't know where anything is either?" I asked.

Rosa shrugged. "The mistress likes having more rooms than she knows what to do with. Half of them are bedrooms, though, it shouldn't be hard to find one. A nice one," she said, looking into my eyes, "you know?"

"Silk sheets and candles, that sort of thing?"

Rosa grinned. "All that romantic crap."

I nodded, squeezing her hand. "Well, you check all the rooms on this side of the corridor, I'll check the rooms on the other side."

Rosa kissed me on the cheek. "Oh, and by the way," she said. "When you came in looking for food? You don't need to eat anymore. Asta's magic sustains you. You don't even have to sleep if you don't want to."

I stood there, thinking this development over, as Rosa walked the corridor to the next door along. Don't have to eat or sleep? It felt weird, but hey. Anything that left more time for having sex with women like Rosa was a positive thing in my book.

I knew that the room opposite was a bathroom, so I also went to the next door on that side of the hall.

"Shoot," I heard Rosa say. "This was a bedroom yesterday."

I turned round. "Yesterday?"

"They move. The rooms switch around sometimes. See?" She held the door she had just checked open to show me the room beyond - a stone-walled dungeon, filled with torchlight, like Helena's place. Various chains and a leather harness hung from the ceiling.

"Not that one, then." I said. I looked back to the room that had been a bathroom previously. Maybe it had changed too? I walked back along the hall, and opened the door. The handle was stiff, but it swung open eventually, revealing a small, dark room on the other side. This was not the bathroom.

It was the smallest room I'd seen so far, with a low ceiling, from which hung a single, dim lightbulb. The walls were drab grey, and the floor was bare wood. It creaked as I stepped in to the room. Along the far wall was an array of filing cabinets, and next to them, a desk, strewn with a few odd pieces of paper, and some folders. Perplexed, I walked over to the desk. The folders were all labelled - "Magical Development", "Sexual Susceptibility", "Escape Plan". I picked up one of the loose pieces of scrap paper. It was a list, written in rough handwriting.

Asta - D

Rosa - DD

Violet - B? (never seems to wear a bra)

Melissa - F? G? (needs closer inspection)

Bemused, I put the paper down, and picked up another.

ASS RANKINGS:

1. Violet (obviously)

2. Rosa (bonus points for loving anal)

3. Asta (almost came second, but Rosa's is bigger)

4. Melissa (feel bad putting her last. STILL HAVEN'T FUCKED HER)

Someone, apparently, was spending their time measuring, rating, and otherwise researching the various beautiful women who lived in the house. I picked up the nearest folder. It was labelled "Case Study - Violet".

As I picked it up, a few small papers slipped out. I reached for them. No, wait, not papers. Photographs. There was Violet, standing nude in the circular pool that surrounded the bed in the entrance hall. Violet, lying on a red silk bedspread, her eyes closed in rapture, one hand between her legs and the other on her breast. Violet, hanging from a leather harness, a gag in her mouth, her eyes lit up with pleasure as someone just out of camera shot spanked her with a paddle.

I looked around the room. What was this place?

"John?" Rosa was calling from the hallway. "John, I found a bedroom."

Still puzzled, I put the photos down, and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. Rosa stood a little way down the hall, holding open a door.

Rosa, like me, was completely naked, her apron laying discarded on the floor. Her heavy breasts hung slightly without anything to support them, and her dark nipples stood out prominently from two large areolas. She stood with one hand on her hip, the incredible shape of her womanly curves accentuated as she leant on the doorframe. But the sight that made my swinging cock begin to swell was her beautiful face: those pale blue, almond-shaped eyes; her cute little nose; her full, shapely lips - all framed by a mess of dark curls that fell to her shoulders.

She reached out as I approached, and took my hand, leading me into the bedroom. It was huge, like most of the rooms were, and furnished in red. The walls were red, and the floor was carpeted in thick, soft material that cushioned our feet as we walked to the bed. The bed stood in the center of the room, twice as big as it had any right to be, and perfectly round, a canopy overhead, silk sheets and an array of cushions sitting on top of the plump mattress. The whole room was lit softly by the flickering light of candles that burned overhead in an ornate chandelier.

We reached the bed, and Rosa turned to me, throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. Her breasts squished against my chest, but she didn't let their huge size keep our bodies apart, moving her legs and hips in close. My semi-erect penis was trapped against her leg, and continued swelling and twitching at the contact with her smooth, soft skin.

Rosa whispered in my ear. "This is perfect."

I pulled her away, just slightly. Her huge tits still filled the space between us. I held her by her shoulders, and looked into her eyes. "You're perfect," I said, and I meant it.

Rosa stood on her tip toes, and kissed me lightly on the lips. That light kiss soon turned to a full, passionate one, and as we began probing each other's hot, wet mouths with our tongues, we fell softly onto the bed. Rosa crawled along it, into the middle, and I followed, kissing every inch of her that I could - her face, her neck, her tits, those impossible hips and ass.




Living With a Goddess Ch. 04



When we stopped crawling, Rosa was beneath me, her curls spread out on the bed and her tits pulled down to her chest by gravity, jiggling hypnotically. I kissed her again, and she leaned up into it, her lips soft and inviting as ever. When we separated, a thin string of saliva connected our mouths.

My cock was fully hard now, with almost no physical stimulation. I couldn't tell whether it was Asta's magic, or just the beauty that lay beneath me. My erect member swung between my legs as I held myself over her, reaching down to her crotch, my cockhead brushing against her shaved vulva. Rosa reached a hand down to the warmth of her pussy. I marvelled at the way her breasts moved with even the slightest motion of her arm. Her soft hand found my cock, holding it loosely, and she began moving it up and down her slit, teasing her pussy with the barest tip of my cockhead.

I felt an overwhelming urge to shove my entire length into her rapidly moistening slit, but I controlled myself, instead leaning down to plant kiss after kiss on Rosa's exposed, jiggling breasts. I watched as her nipples hardened, and moved my face to one, kissing the dark nub lightly, and teasing it with my tongue. Rosa let out her first sound, a long, quiet sigh. I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking it, pulling at it gently with my teeth. Rosa's sigh turned into a low moan, almost like a purr. The pace with which she teased her snatch quickened, and I felt my cock continue to harden, past the point of what I had thought was a full erection, growing and swelling at the stimulation of Rosa's hand and pussy.

I couldn't bear it any longer. I positioned myself, aligning my hips with hers, and Rosa lead my cock into her as I moved myself down, sliding into her. That sweet smile grew across her face as I entered her, her warmth enveloping me, our bodies becoming closer and closer until I was lying on top of her, her soft skin and pillowy breasts pressed against my torso, her legs reaching up around me, gripping my pelvis and pulling me deeper into her.

Rosa said nothing, closing her eyes and letting out a "ffffff..." sound. I pulled my pelvis up and out of her, and she tried to keep me in her with her legs, but then I began sliding back down, and she relaxed, letting me begin my slow thrusts into the warm depths of her pussy. I slid in and out, not fast enough to fully stimulate my cock, but I felt my member, and my heart, continue to swell at the sight of the growing expression of pure pleasure on Rosa's face.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, quietly, almost whispering, and I increased my pace slightly, beginning to make harder, deeper thrusts into her increasingly wet pussy. Rosa snaked one hand down to where we joined, and began lightly teasing her clit as I carried on entering her, over and over. This kept going, and Rosa made only a few small noises, but after a while I could tell she was close. I increased my speed dramatically, starting to pound into her, the slick wet sounds of me thrusting in and out of her snatch echoing around the empty room. Rosa gasped at the sudden change in speed, and, her eyes still closed, began diddling her clit furiously. She bucked her hips up into me, causing my cock to slide its full, magically enhanced length into her, and her face screwed up as she came.

She was silent, her face a contorted mask of ecstasy, her hips jerking and spasming, and I kept my length deep inside her as she climaxed. She flopped down onto the bed, and I rolled off her, slipping my now-dripping cock out of her and lying beside her.

Rosa lay there for a while, touching the sensitive area around her pussy, wiping up the girlcum that had leaked out of her. Then she opened her eyes, and turned to me.

"Fuck me in the ass," she said.

I took her by the shoulders, helping her get up onto all fours, positioning the impossible globes of her ass right in front of where i knelt, my hard cock dripping her cum onto the sheets. I gripped one of her fleshy buttcheeks in each hand, spreading her ass and taking in the sight of her thick pussy lips, still leaking her clear juices, and that dark, puckered asshole. I wondered how on earth I was going to fit anything in there, let alone my cock - especially since Asta's magic had allowed it to swell to this monstrous length and girth.

Rosa seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "Don't worry about hurting me. I'm used to big things in there. Not quite as big as you, but still. And the mistress' magic will help."

I took my slick cock in my hand, the other still gripping the soft flesh of Rosa's ass, and I lined up my head with her asshole. I pressed against it, feeling nothing but resistance. Rosa sighed contentedly at the touch.

"Put it in me, John. Please."

I began gently pushing at the opening. At first, nothing, then Rosa's muscles relaxed and, suddenly, my whole cockhead slipped inside her ass.

It was a glorious sight. Those huge, round buttcheeks, split down the middle by my enhanced shaft, which sank deeper and deeper into the boiling hot tightness of Rosa's asshole as I moved my hips forwards.

Rosa made that sexy purring sound again as I managed to fit myself halfway inside her. Her ass was incredibly tight, tighter than any pussy I'd fucked, and it was even harder to gain access with my dick swollen to its new size. She looked up at me over her shoulder, and I almost came at the sight of the pure, animalistic pleasure in her eyes.

She whispered, sounding as though she were in some kind of sexual trance. "So..." she managed to say. "B-biiiig..."

I began sliding out, preparing to thrust. The white-hot tunnel of Rosa's ass kept its vice-like grip on my shaft as I pulled out, then shoved myself back in. The girlcum that covered my dick, plus whatever magic was acting on us, eased my passage just enough, and I was able to sink myself a little further into her. Rosa startled me by letting out a cry.

"Oh!"

That simple outburst of pleasure was unbelievably arousing, after the slow, sensual build-up of Rosa's whispers and moans. I felt like I could probably get myself off just listening to her smooth, soft voice. She didn't even need to use words - the noises she made were more than enough to turn me on. I thrust into her again, filling her tight asshole with my cock, and again she moaned out loud.

"Mmmfff..."

Her ass was relaxing slightly to accommodate me. It was still a tight fit, but I was able to begin picking up speed, shoving my cock deeper into Rosa with every thrust. I was wary of hurting her, but her moans only got louder, the rapture on her face only increased. Before long, I was fucking her, really fucking her, pounding her tight asshole ferociously, gripping her waist with both hands and slamming her onto my shaft, watching my cock split her over and over. The sight of those asscheeks rippling every time I slammed my pelvis into her, the two huge globes of brown flesh jiggling in time with our fucking - it was too much. I grunted a warning, then bottomed out in her, burying my entire shaft in her hot, tight hole, and I exploded.

Jet after jet of hot, thick, cum shot deep into Rosa's ass. I felt a trickle of her juices on my leg and realised she was cumming too, and that only made me cum harder. I felt my cum filling her ass, and I slipped my shaft out of her, leaving her asshole gaping and leaking cum. I gripped my shaft, and fired the last few ropes of sticky semen all over Rosa's beautiful ass. I marvelled at the sight of her dark assflesh, plastered with my creamy spunk. She smiled over her shoulder at me, then collapsed down onto the bed in a pool of our mixed ejaculate.

I fell down beside her, not worrying about my sopping wet dick, which was already growing hard again. We lay there together, each staring into the other's eyes, the only sound in the room our heavy breathing.

Rosa reached down to my crotch, and lightly wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She smiled at me. Just like that, my dick was already semi-erect, and I felt a smile growing across my own face.

"You're not done?" she said. Her tone of voice made it clear she really hoped I wasn't.

"Asta's magic," I said. "I'm good to go again if you are."

Rosa kissed me, then looked out across the room, into a dark corner. "First thing's first," she said. "Violet?"

I watched, stunned, as the crimson-haired handmaiden emerged from the shadows. She was naked, and her pale flesh glowed in the candlelight, her slender frame cast almost artistically into light and shadow. Her big, blue eyes glittered in the low light. She stepped gingerly forwards, one hand placed nervously over her mouth, the other covering her pussy. The firelight glinted off the sheen of clear cum on her fingers.

"Were you watching us, Vi?" Rosa sounded more than a little upset. "That was supposed to be just me and John. It was our first time together."

Violet shook her head. "I just came in, Rosa, I swear. All I saw was master cumming in your ass."

Rosa nodded, relief flooding her face. I supposed that she wanted our first intimate encounter to be between just the two of us. Now that she knew Violet had only seen the frenzied ass-fucking that had capped off our lovemaking, she seemed at ease once again. I reached out and took her hand, and she squeezed mine appreciatively.

"I'm sorry, Rosa, I'm so sorry, I know you wanted to be alone with master..." Violet pleaded, stepping closer to us.

"It's OK, Violet," said Rosa. I watched as her expression changed to one of contentment. Then she looked at me, and back to Violet, and that contented smile changed again, into the smile I had seen before. The smile she had had when she told me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. Violet must have noticed it too, because a similar look flickered across her face, before being replaced by her usual, "innocent" look.

"So, Vi..." said Rosa, kneeling beside me on the bed. "What's that in your hand?"

Violet displayed her empty hand, confused. "Nothing."

"Your other hand, Vi." Violet's eyes widened, and she slowly brought her hand away from her pussy, revealing a thick coating of her own cum across her slender fingers.

"So..." said Rosa, slowly. "You were touching yourself?"

Violet nodded. "Yes... mistress."

A flash of panic crossed Rosa's face. Violet seemed to sense it, too. Maybe the "mistress" thing was a step too far? I had that uncomfortable feeling I had had back in the kitchen, the feeling that maybe Rosa wasn't completely into this.

I decided to take over. "And you're already wet, too..." Rosa shifted on the bed beside me. "You naughty girl..." I continued, fixing Violet with my gaze. I took Rosa by the hand, and we stood up and off the bed, walking slowly but purposefully towards Violet.

As much as the idea of playing along was turning me on, I couldn't help but give Violet a small smile and a peck on the cheek as Rosa and I reached her. She was the first of the girls I'd actually fucked, and even though we'd never had a real conversation - at least not one that wasn't based around sex - I'd always felt a connection with her. Violet gave me a surreptitious wink, then jumped, startled, as Rosa suddenly reached round and slapped her ass, hard.

"Thank you, mistress."

"You like that, Vi- I mean... you like that, whore?" Rosa asked.

Violet bit her lip and nodded. Rosa suddenly looked at me. "Wait here." She began walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

Rosa's eyes lit up. "Remember that dungeon we found? I'm just getting some... supplies."

She left the room, her ass jiggling as she skipped away. Violet and I were left there, butt naked, my cock standing proudly in the silence. Violet looked at me with her blue eyes, and in one of those moments, we both suddenly broke into laughter.

"I- I'm sorry," I said, as the laughter subsided. "I totally ruined the moment..." I broke down again, which caused Violet to start laughing again as well.

"It's not you," she said through her chuckling. "It's just, this whole situation. Me, and you, this place... it's ridiculous. And Rosa..."

"She... seems a bit out of her depth," I said.

"You don't get it, she's not even like this. The domination thing. She's the one person in this house I'm not submissive with when we fuck. It's really not her thing. I actaully get to dominate her a bit, which is fun. I think she's just trying to please you."

"It's working," I said. "But I don't want to do anything she's not completely into."

"How was she?" Violet asked, reaching out casually and taking my cock in her hand.

"...Amazing," I said. "But I get what you mean. I don't see her in this situation. Being dominant."

Violet nodded, absent-mindedly running her fingers up and down my shaft. "She's a sweetheart. She likes one-on-one, romantic stuff. Sure, she's a demon in the sack as soon as you stick anything in her ass, but -"

"Maybe that's the answer," I said. "To get her into it, I mean."

Violet shrugged, still playfully brushing my cock with her fingertips. "I don't know. I don't see her dominating me at all. Which is a shame." She looked at me, and winked again. "You know how much I love it."

I kissed Violet on the cheek again, then stopped. "She did say something... before we had sex. Hmm..." I remembered Rosa's words. "I think I've had an idea."

Violet paused her teasing of my cock. "Oh?"

I just grinned. "Play along."

"I always do," said Violet, putting on her "innocent" face.

Rosa came back through the door, clutching a few sex toys. "Sorry I took so long, the dungeon moved. I got some stuff, um... a paddle, and..."

I walked over to Rosa, and stopped right in front of her. She looked at me, a little confused. I motioned for her to drop the toys she was carrying, and she did. She was about to speak, but I put a finger to her lips to silence her. I left my hand there a while, feeling her face, then I placed my other hand on her shoulder, and pushed down. Rosa obliged, falling to her knees. My cock now swung millimetres from her face. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and roughly moved her towards my cock. She resisted at first, looking up at me, but then I saw the moment of realisation. Violet realised what I was thinking at the same moment, and she scurried over to us, kneeling beside Rosa and looking up at me, her pretty, freckled face dwarfed by my huge cock.

"Master..." Violet purred. "How may we serve you?"

I moved my hips forwards, pushing my cockhead against Rosa's lips. She opened her mouth, and took me in. Her tongue began working my cockhead, the warmth and wetness of her mouth causing my dick to continue its unnatural growth. I gestured for Violet to join her. The crimson-haired masochist began licking up and down the several inches of cock that simply wouldn't fit in Rosa's mouth, her eyes lit up with delight at the prospect of another submissive to share me with.

Rosa removed my cock from her mouth for the merest second, and Violet seized the opportunity, taking my shaft and positioning it by her own mouth. She was practically panting with excitement, her hot breath blowing gently against me.

"Please, master," said Violet. Fuck. She had that submissive voice down to an art. "May I take you in my mouth?"

I did what I knew she liked, and answered by grabbing her by the back of her head, and pushing my length into her. She happily subdued to my force, taking as much of my enhanced cock as she could in her mouth. I stopped when she began to gag. She looked up at me, her pretty mouth stretched wide. With another wink, and a lewd gurgling sound, she began moving further forwards, taking my shaft into her throat. My cock had reached its full, monstrous size, and Violet's movements were slow and careful, but little by little she managed to shove me deeper into her face. Rosa had moved closer, her pale blue eyes wide, marvelling at the sight of my length disappearing between Violet's lips.

Suddenly, Violet pulled back with a gagging sound, leaving my dick slathered in saliva. She slowly moved her tongue across her lips, licking at the strings of saliva that still connected my cock and her mouth.

Rosa made a small moaning noise. I noticed she had one hand between her thighs, lightly teasing her clit as she watched Violet plant sloppy kisses up and down the length of my shaft, her own saliva dripping from her face and my cock in long, sticky ropes. Rosa joined in, the two of them kissing and licking opposite sides of my cock, getting Violet's spit all over their mouths.

Violet positioned her face at my cockhead once again. "Does that please you, master?" She asked. I just stared down at her. If it wasn't for the magic keeping me going, I would have cum the second she swallowed me. "My throat is yours, master. Every inch of me is yours." I could see Violet getting turned on by her own words. Like Rosa, she slipped a hand between her legs, though her movements were much more forceful.

"Please, master," Violet said. "Use me."

I reached down and clutched her pretty face in my hands. She opened her mouth, and I slipped my cock inside, hesitating slightly, then sliding my length down Violet's throat. Slowly I began pulling out and sliding back in again, holding Violet's face and fucking it. At her gurgling moans of pleasure, I sped up, thrusting as much of my cock as I could into the tight, hot depths of her throat, slamming her pretty face down the length of my shaft. I gripped handfuls of her crimson hair as I thrusted, and heard her squeal in pleasure past the cock that filled her throat at the added twinge of pain.

I tore my eyes away from the lewd sight of my cock disappearing into Violet's face when I noticed Rosa scrambling among the pile of sex toys she had dropped on the floor. She grabbed one, a large, rubbery dildo, and began teasing her pussy with its tip. Rosa watched, enthralled, as I fucked her friend's face.

Already, I felt my orgasm coming on, so I slowed down and slipped my member out of Violet's mouth. Immediately she tried to shove it back in, slurping at the coating of her own saliva and furiously licking and sucking at me. I held her face back, and took her chin gently in one hand, tilting her head back. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and trails of spit all down her face. Her hand was still between her legs, aggressively fingering her pussy.

"Use me, master," she begged. She looked over at Rosa, who had inserted the dildo into her pussy. "Use us. Fuck us, master, please."

Rosa looked up at me as she slid the dildo into herself. "Fuck me, please. Fuck me, master."

"How am I going to fuck you, Rosa?" I teased. "Your pussy is full."

Rosa turned over onto all fours, and stuck her ass proudly in the air. The dildo was still lodged deep in her pussy, but her puckered asshole, still a little wet with my cum, was now inches from my saliva-drenched cock.

Violet saw her chance, and crawled over to Rosa's ass. Taking care not to get in my way as I guided my cock towards Rosa's ass, she placed a pale hand on each of Rosa's voluminous buttcheeks, and spread them apart for me with her slender fingers. I pushed my slick cock into Rosa's ass, and though it was still incredibly tight, I slipped inside. My cockhead was now inside Rosa's burning hot ass, and as I pushed deeper into her and she began to moan, Violet took her hands off of Rosa's asscheeks. With one, she grabbed the dildo that was beginning to slip out of the curvy woman's slickening vagina, and began fucking her with it. With the other hand, she held my cock as I drove it into Rosa's ass. Rosa let out an audible moan of ecstasy as Violet and I filled her holes.

"Fuck me, master," came Rosa's whimpering voice. "Fuck my ass again."

I pulled my hips back, and thrusted forward again, burying my length inside Rosa. I continued thrusting, grabbing Rosa's waist and slamming her down onto my cock yet again, watching the glorious sight of that huge ass rippling with every impact of my pelvis as I bottomed out in her.




Living With a Goddess Ch. 04



Violet, still fucking Rosa's pussy with the dildo, held her other hand above Rosa's ass, and gave her a resounding smack. Rosa moaned.

"You like that, slut?" asked Violet, effortlessly switching from sub to dominant as we both fucked Rosa. The curvy woman cried out in response, and Violet spanked her again, harder. I took one of my own hands off of Rosa's waist, and spanked her other buttcheek.

Again and again I pounded Rosa's ass, again and again Violet fucked her pussy, and again and again we spanked Rosa's glorious, round ass, her skin reddening from our repeated smacks. It wasn't long before the beautiful handmaiden collapsed on the floor, lying on her front and convulsing in orgasm, her pussy leaking her juices onto the floor. Violet immediately removed the dildo from her pussy, and lay down beside her, also on her front, kissing Rosa gently on the face, pausing only to lick Rosa's juices from the toy and whisper in her friend's ear.

I looked down at the two of them lying there, and felt as though I could cum just from the sight. I remembered the time I had fucked Asta and Melissa together, and Asta had made me choose where I wanted to cum. This time, too, had to be something good.

My eyes moved slowly from Rosa's beautiful ass, her butthole still gaping, over to Violet's ass which lay beside it. Violet had a very different body to Rosa's - she was tall and slender, with small, pert breasts and a toned, flat stomach. But she also had an incredible ass. I though of the list I had found in that strange, secret room. While I dearly loved fucking Rosa's ass, as I studied Violet's body, stroking my cock with one hand, I was inclined to agree with the mysterious person's rankings.

Violet's ass was smaller than Rosa's, but just as round. Her slender body made it all the more incongruous, and it stood out prominently, her thin waist flaring dramatically at the hips to accommodate that sizeable butt. And what's more, her ass was tight, and impossibly pert - two firm but large globes of pale flesh. While gravity caused Rosa's immense backside to sag slightly as she lay there, Violet's ass stood proudly in the dim candlelight. I wasn't sure which one I'd place higher in my own "ass rankings". But it took that vision of the two of them lying side by side to remind me of one of Violet's best physical features.

I suddenly grabbed Violet by her hips, and yanked her up into a doggy position. She cried out in alarm, but when looked over her shoulder and saw the determination and arousal on my face, she broke into one of her dirty smiles.

"Are you not done yet, master?" she said.

Rosa seemed not to even notice what was happening, as she lay on the floor, utterly spent. Violet shook her by the shoulder, and she looked round, bleary-eyed.

"Hey, sweetheart," Violet whispered. "Want to watch master fuck me?"

Rosa smiled, and rolled over, looking up at me as I began squeezing and fondling Violet's ass. Good goddess, that butt was tight. I took my cock, and placed it along her asscrack, trying to sandwich it between those two pale orbs. I could feel the heat from her pussy along the underside of my dick.

Rosa moved a hand to her pussy, and began lightly stroking herself as I took my cock, and spanked Violet's ass with it. She let out a shriek of pleasure as she realised what I was doing, and swung her head over her shoulder again to watch. I slapped my cock against her firm butt - not hard enough to cause her the pain she craved, but enough to set those firm buttcheeks jiggling ever so slightly with each impact.

I gripped one side of her ass in each hand, and spread her cheeks as best I could. The two fleshy globes parted to reveal Violet's familiar, dripping pussy, and her tiny, puckered pink asshole. I placed a fingertip at its entrance, and prodded experimentally. Violet let out an "oooh" of surprise and arousal.

"Master," she said, "my ass...you've... never fucked my ass before. No-one has ever fucked my ass before."

Violet stood up, turning to face me. I was worried she was about to refuse. Rosa, too, looked upset at the removal of her visual feast.

Violet came very close to me, so close that my cock was pressed between our bodies. I felt her warm breath on my face, could see every freckle on her nose, could smell her faint, flowery scent. A few strands of her red hair brushed my cheek.

She trembled slightly, and I felt it through my body. I held her gently by her shoulders.

She whispered. "Every inch of me," she said, "is yours. Take me on the bed, master. Take me, and fuck my virgin ass until you cum."

I picked her up by her waist, my engorged cock still pressed between us, and she shrieked with delight as I carried her bodily to the large, circular bed. She clambered on to the mattress, positioning herself on all fours, lowering her butt so that I could put myself inside her while standing beside the bed. I heard Rosa behind us, moaning softly as she watched.

Violet looked over her shoulder at me as I positioned my cockhead at the tiny opening of her ass. I was still slick with spit, precum, and the various juices that had leaked everywhere during the day's sexual exploits. I pushed at Violet's entrance, and felt myself, very slowly, enter her. She cried out at the sensation of her unbelievably tight asshole being stretched, penetrated by my magically enhanced cock. Eventually, with much pushing, my cockhead was inside her.

She was tight. Impossibly tight. Only the mix of lubrication that still coated my dick, along with Asta's gifts, gave me any hope of entering her boiling hot depths. I began to worry that it was too much for her. I would pull out, of course I would, if she told me to. But oh my goddess did I want to fuck her ass.

Violet looked over her shoulder at me one more time. She fixed me with her big, blue eyes. She smiled at me. And she winked.

That was it. I thrust deep into her, as much of my length as I could, Her asshole relaxed to try its best to accommodate me, and I was able to shove nearly my entire length inside her. Violet screamed with the mix of pain and pleasure, and I gave her one hard smack with my hand before gripping her wide, feminine hips and beginning to pound her asshole. My cock sunk repeatedly into her burning depths, the whole of my monstrous length swallowed by her ass. I watched her big, round, pale asscheeks jiggle lewdly with ever thrust, split apart as they were by my shaft. Violet continued to moan and cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, master, take my asshole, take my virgin ass... F-fuuuuuck!

It was too much. I felt my orgasm building, and took one last look at the beautiful, feminine form before me, writhing in ecstasy as I buried my shaft between her beautiful asscheeks. I bottomed out in her, my full length inside her tightness, and I came. 

The force of my ejaculation in that tight hole shot me out of her like a rocket, and I staggered back in surprise. I gripped my cock as I came, thick ropes of sticky white cum firing across Violet's back, reaching her hair. I aimed at her incredible ass, that once-virgin hole still gaping and leaking my first cumshot, and I plastered her round cheeks with my immense load. Violet stayed there, trembling, her pussy pouring girlcum onto the sheets below her as she come with me, and I just carried on jerking my dick, revelling in my orgasm, until I was spent.

Rosa sneaked up from behind me, quickly kneeling beside me and taking my deflating manhood in her mouth, cleaning me off with her tongue. Violet, still shaking, turned around to face me.

I smiled at her, and at Rosa, who smiled back through her mouthful of cock. I looked at Violet. I had never seen her so happy. Her face was etched with pain and pleasure, and she fell onto her back on the bed, looking up at me with those big, blue eyes.

"Thank you, master," she said. Then she winked, and we both burst out laughing.



Living With a Goddess Ch. 05



"Then, when I went back later, the room had gone."

I sat with Melissa on one of the seemingly infinite number of beds in Asta's palace. We were both dressed in simple white robes, and we were having breakfast. Asta's magic kept us going, so we didn't need to eat or sleep, but we still liked to. With all the constant sex, it was nice to take some time to sit with my girlfriend and have a meal together.

"That's really weird," Melissa said. "I mean, I know the rooms move, and there's all kinds of rooms I've seen once and then never seen again. But all those papers and photos and stuff... does that mean there's someone living here, watching us?"

"I don't know," I said. "I was going to ask Asta, but I haven't seen her since then."

Melissa nodded, putting her plate of toast down on the bed beside her as she chewed thoughtfully. I looked aroud the room. When we could find it, we sort of claimed this room as our unofficial shared bedroom. It had a cosy, homey feel, with a fireplace and a thick carpet. There was a TV too, and I had set up my old Nintendo, which I'd found in one of the few rooms that was carried over from my old apartment - the one that used occupy the space that was now this impossible palace. There were piles of our clothes on the floor, where we'd left them maybe weeks earlier. How long had we even been in this place?

"It's kind of hot, though," Melissa said. "Someone watching us fuck, taking photos of all of us."

"You perv," I said, jokingly pushing her.

She pushed back, laughing. "So what if I'm a perv? Plus, it's this place. It's like I'm just constantly horny. We all are."

"Who was the last person you fucked?" I asked.

"Are you jealous?" she teased.

"No," I said. "I just thought it would be fun if you gave me all the details."

"Well..." said Melissa, looking into the middle distance as she remembered. "The last person I fucked was probably Asta. Last night. She was on the bed in the main hall, you know the one with the waterfall?"

"Where the three of us first had sex," I said, fondly remembering the experience. I gently placed my hand on my girlfriend's upper thigh, absent-mindedly caressing her smooth skin.

"Mmm," said Melissa. "What about you?" she asked. "Who did you fuck last?"

"Violet," I said. "And Rosa. Well, Rosa, then Rosa again with Violet, then Violet."

"Oh fuck, that's hot," said Melissa.

"You're telling me," I said.

"I love Rosa," Melissa said. "I think she's my favourite. After you, of course."

"Her butt?" I asked.

"Her butt," Mel said, almost moaning the words as she closed her eyes and pictured Rosa's body. "And her tits, and her face... god, she's pretty. I mean, uh, goddess, she's pretty."

"What about the others?" I asked. Any jealousy I felt over my girlfriend was washed away by how turned on she was getting just thinking about these other beautiful women. I moved my hand steadily up her leg as she spoke. My fingers slipped under her robe and found her pussy already wet. The magic in this place would do that.

"I like Violet," she said, her eyes still closed, as two of my fingers slipped into her. Her hand gripped my hardening cock. "She's so elegant and graceful, but in bed she's... oh..."

"She's what?" I asked, watching my girlfriend's face as she fantasized about the other girls.

"She's wild... I love it when she dominates me... oh... I love it more when I dominate her... spanking her ass... that beautiful ass... her perky little tits..."

I grabbed one of my girlfriend's comparatively huge tits with my free hand, pinching her nipple, caressing every inch of the enormous globe of flesh, from her tanned cleavage to the pale bikini-shaped patches of un-tanned skin on the underside of her boob. She moaned in appreciation.

"And Asta," she continued, lost in her reverie, "so beautiful... so perfect... so... dirty..."

There was a knock at the door.

Melissa jolted out of her reverie. I slid my fingers out of her, giving her a questioning look and pointing to the door, but she just shrugged.

"...Come in," I said.

The door opened, and in walked Helena. The Greek goddess wore a toga, tied with a gold clasp over one shoulder, and drawn tight around her slim waist with a belt of fine golden rope, accentuating the way her full, perky breasts stood out proudly beneath the fabric. The toga stopped just above her long, toned legs, and I could tell that the fabric was being stretched from behind by her firm ass. Her black hair hung in glossy curls around her shoulders.

She stopped when she saw Melissa. "Disciple John... this is the one Asta told me about? Your love?"

"Um, yeah, this is Melissa. Mel, this is Helena. She's a goddess, like Asta."

"I'll say," said Melissa, under her breath. "It's nice to meet you," she said, louder.

"Oh... disciple John, if you would be alone with your beloved, I can leave now."

"No, Helena, please, come in," I said. "What do you need?"

Helena stepped tentatively closer. "To tell you the truth, I... I require your service. I know that you are Asta's disciple, but I have need of you."

"Of course, Helena," I said. "Whatever you need." I couldn't help but picture the last time I'd seen the goddess - butt naked and covered in syrup. She certainly had some interesting preferences.

"I was going to ask you to accompany me somewhere," Helena said. "However, I see you have a lover, and I certainly would not wish to -"

"Helena," I said, stopping her. "Just tell me what you need. Whatever it is, I'll do it."

Helena nodded, and smiled. "The gods and goddesses of death are gathering, as we do every thirteen years, in the great realm of Hades. A... get-together of sorts. And I..." she faltered, but then looked at me determinedly. "I would very much like you to go with me."

"Helena... are you asking me out?" I asked.

Helena gasped, wide-eyed. "I'm sorry! I told you, that with your beloved present it would not be -"

"What do you think, Mel?" I asked her.

Melissa eyed Helena up and down. "Go for it. Go and get us some more of that Currency, while you're at it," she said, winking at me.

"You're the best," I told her, kissing her on the nose. "You know that, right? The absolute best."

"I know," she smirked.

"Well then," I said, standing up. "That decides it. Wouldn't want to disappoint. Helena, it would be my honour to go with you to... wherever you said the party is."

"Hades," said Helena, her elegant, classical features breaking into a smile.

"Right," I said. "Hades. That's in France, right?"

Helena frowned. Melissa laughed, and shook her head.

"You doofus," Melissa said. "Hades is the Greek underworld. It's their name for Hell."

Oh.

***

It's no big deal, I told myself. You're just going on a date. With a woman who isn't your girlfriend, who is also a goddess of death, and the date is in Hell.

Helena had told me to keep my eyes closed as we travelled, and I was doing just that. No mind-melting visions of the demon dimension for me. All I felt was the rush of warm air, and Helena's bare arms wrapped around me, her gravity-defying bosom squished into my chest. Not a bad way to travel.

I pictured Melissa back at the palace. The way she had been talking about those girls, I felt certain I knew exactly what she was doing. I imagined Asta, bent double, her tounge lapping at my girlfriend's slit... Rosa, her glorious butt spread wide as Mel fingered her from behind... Violet, her own perky ass turning red as the others took it in turns spanking her...

"John?" said Helena's voice.

"Hm?"

"You are making it difficult for me to concentrate on the teleportation spell."

My cock had begun to swell at my mental image, and the bulge was pressing into Helena's crotch.

"Oh," I said. "Sorry."

"No need to apologise," said Helena in a small voice.

Suddenly, the rush of wind stopped, and I felt very cold. Helena unhooked her arms from around me, and told me to open my eyes.

We were standing in an underground cavern. The walls were rocky and rough, and set into them were flaming torches, burning pale blue. There was a river beside us, running slowly and calmly through the cave and disappearing into a crack in the rock wall. Ahead of us, a tunnel was carved into the stone, and a set of stairs led down, lit by more torches.

A figure in long, black robes stood by the tunnel entrance. It raised its head, and Helena took my hand, leading me towards it. Its hood was too low to see its face.

"Lady Helena, Goddess of Death, and guest," said the figure, lifting one hand mechanically, and handing Helena a pile of fabric.

"Oh, great. Hilarious. He doesn't think I can dress myself," mumbled Helena to herself.

"Um," I said. "I'm not exactly... dressed. I mean, I'm just wearing a robe." I looked at the shadowy figure. "Not that there's anything wrong with robes!"

"You're the disciple of a sex goddess, you're dressed perfectly appropriately," said Helena. "And so am I," she said angrily as she thrust the pile of clothes back into the figure's hand.

"Right this way, then," said the figure.

"Schmight shmish shmay shmem," said Helena under her breath, and she took me by the hand again and practically pulled me as she led me down the staircase.

The stairs went on for a long time. Seriously. I must have been walking for at least ten minutes - although with the view of Helena's pert butt sashaying down the steps ahead of me, it felt like thirty seconds. Eventually, we arrived at a large stone door.

Helena turned to me. "Thank you, John. I owe you a great debt."

"Aw, it was nothing," I said. Although the underworld vibe was really beginning to creep me out.

Helena leaned in, and kissed me chastely on the cheek. Smiling, she opened the stone door.

The room beyond was enormous. The only space I'd seen anywhere near that big was Helena's own room, but this place surpassed it. It was so huge I wasn't sure being in it even counted as being inside. The ceiling was too far away to see, the stone walls stretching up seemingly to infinity. The room was arranged with what looked a lot like Halloween decorations, although I assumed the skulls were probably genuine. Tables sat end to end, piled high with food, and various things that didn't look even slightly edible. Strange objects stood on display around the walls, and the room was full of the sound of chatter and laughter, and the dim aroma of formaldehyde.

Everywhere, there were death gods and goddesses. Not all of them were as attractive as Helena, and I thanked my lucky stars it was she whom Asta had set me up with as opposed to, say, the giant ball of sentient green sludge that was helping himself to some of the less appetising appetisers. There were men with horns and goat legs, their human top halves dressed in tuxedos, and a woman with a slit up the side of her dress that revealed not legs, but a set of tentacles. A giant with one eye stomped across the room to greet his friend, still not nearly tall enough to reach the ceiling. Everywhere, creatures talked, danced, sang and joked with one another.

"I am really lucky I got the hot goddess," I said.

"Oh, sex goddesses are by and large more attractive than we death goddesses," said Helena.

"I meant you," I said. She blushed and looked at the ground, but took my hand and squeezed it.

"Helena!"

A man was striding over to us. I say man - he was eight foot tall and bright red. But other than that, he looked like a normal guy in an expensive suit.

"Good to see you! Who's your date?"

"This is John," said Helena. I waved sheepishly at the red giant. "He's a disciple of a friend of mine."

"Hey, John. Name's Daljhin. Nice robe."

"...Thanks."

"Hey, have you seen what they've got over here, Lena?" Daljhin said, gesturing and leading us over to a plinth, on which various artefacts were displayed. One stood out - a huge scythe, its blade nicked and stained.

"Is that -" asked Helena.

"Yup," said Daljhin. "The big man's old slicer-dicer. Boy, just think how many souls that baby's sent here in its time." Daljhin suddenly whipped his head round. "Woah, gotta go, guys. The Asferat sisters just stepped onto the dancefloor. Or, rather, they will step onto the dance floor. In five, four, three, two... now."

Daljhin hopped across the room, just as two identical women, both with pale green skin and elaborately curled horns, began a complicated, writhing dance.

"He's psychic," said Helena.

"Oh," I said. As much weird shit as I had seen the past few... weeks? Months? In any case, this place was still freaking me out. Helena must have noticed the look on my face.

"Do you wish to leave?" she asked.

"Hm? No! Of course not. I'm happy being here with you," I said. She took my hand in hers and smiled.

"Let's walk."

Going for a walk isn't something you can normally do indoors, but here it seemed perfectly possible. I could see myself getting tired before we'd completed a lap of the huge, cavernous room. But I really was glad to be there if it meant spending time with Helena, so I held her hand as we walked around the room, past the plinths that displayed various strange artefacts to the guests. A fair crowd had gathered around some of them, all talking and pointing. I heard two fire-people whispering as we passed an odd-looking machine.

"The Goraxer of Grynofode, oh yesss..."

"Very rare, you know. Very preciousss..."

I just stared in wonder at the mind-boggling items on display. Helena would stop as we passed each one, and tell me about them. Each thing held fascinating stories - mostly themed around killing large amounts of people.

Suddenly, Helena's eyes lit up, and she sprinted forwards to a plinth that carried a simple black clay pot.

"John, look!" she said, pointing at the pot's design. A series of naked women, depicted in orange on the pot's shiny black surface, all bowed before a taller woman, also naked, who held what looked like a whip above them. The subdued women all carried huge jars on their backs.

Helena leaned in close to the pot, smiling and pointing at the woman with the whip. "That's me."

"Wow," I said. "That's amazing. But I'd probably get a new pot guy. Your tits are way bigger than that."

Helena laughed and punched me lightly on the arm. I was really beginning to enjoy myself with this woman. Whereas Asta was hot as hell, I barely ever saw her outside of our brief, intense sex sessions. I could definitely see myself chilling with Helena in her underground lair as her disciple. Although collecting Currency for her would probably be a lot less fun than my current job. And really depressing.

LADY HELENA, GODDESS OF DEATH.

The voice that came from behind us chilled me. It was a voice of ice, of creeping paranoia, of blinding lights and unescapable visions. It was deep, and low, and soft, like a huge feather falling to the ground. Helena seemed to feel its effect too. She winced and turned around. I did the same.

The man standing behind us was beautiful. I mean, I'm not into guys. I don't consider myself a good judge of male attractiveness. But he was inescapably, perfectly beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to leave Asta and follow -

SORRY, said the man. TOO MUCH?

"Yes, too much," said Helena. "He's human. Go easy on him."

YOU WOULD BRING THE LIVING FLESH OF MAN TO THIS PLACE?

"We're on a date," I mumbled, weakly.

BUT OF COURSE, said the man, turning to me. WELL MET, JOHN, DISCIPLE OF ASTA.

"Y-you know me?" I asked.

WE HAVE BEEN KEEPING OUR EYE ON YOUR GODDESS, said the man. Wait. They'd been watching us? Could this guy be the person behind that weird room?

"What do you want, Lucy?" said Helena.

Lucy? He was a she?

THE SAME THING AS YOU, HELENA. ULTIMATE PEACE AND DOMINION OVER ALL THE NETHERWORLD.

"I'm fine with just the peace, thanks. And we're being very peaceful here, so... move along."

The man, or woman, paused. VERY WELL. ENJOY THE PARTY.

"We will. Thank you for inviting us," said Helena.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

"Oh, and Lucy?" Helena shouted as the man walked away. "I can dress myself."

I CAN SEE THAT. YOU LOOK VERY NICE.

And 'Lucy' left me and Helena standing there. I felt as though I'd just been pulled out of a lake.

"Woah," I managed to say.

"Yeah. He has that effect. I'm sorry you had to meet him. Even though it is his party."

"He?" I asked. "You called him Lucy."

"Oh, I was just teasing him," said Helena. "Satan and I always mess with each other."

I just looked at her. "S... Sa..."

"Lucifer," she said.

I gaped at her like a fish.

"Congratulations, disciple John. You are the first human to survive meeting the Devil."

After that, the rest of the party was surprisingly uneventful. I danced with Helena, and she almost got me to drink something before bursting out laughing, telling me it was pig's blood. "And not even the nice pigs," chimed in Daljhin. He and I chatted for a bit while Helena talked to some other death goddess friends of hers. He seemed very interested in my life as a sex disciple.

"So you just..." he made the sound of creaking bedsprings "... all the time?"

"Pretty much," I said.

"Wow. I gotta get me a sex goddess. Heck, I'd even become a disciple. Sounds like you get a lot of..." he held up the hot dog he was eating. "Benefits."

"Gods can become disciples?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, anyone can. It's considered a pretty shameful thing to do though. But hey. I'd be OK with a bit of shame." He stared into the distance, his eyes glazed over. "Sweet, sweet shame..."

Helena approached us, and gestured to the door.

"Hey, we're heading off, dude," I said.

"Hm? Oh. It was good meeting you, Human John."

"You too," I said.

"See you in thirteen years, Daljhin," said Helena, taking my hand and walking over to the exit.

"Laters," called Daljhin after us. "Oh, and Human John?"

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Yeah?"

"The greatest weapon is known to you. This and the one you have seen but shall not wield will bring her peace."

"...What?"

Daljhin shrugged, taking another bite of his hot dog. "Dunno, man. It just came to me."

Still confused, Helena and I left through the door and headed up the stairs.

***

"Hello?" I called out. The main room of Asta's palace was empty. The waterfall fell quietly, but no other sound could be heard.

"Maybe they are all..." said Helena, then gave me a pointed look. "Busy."

"Maybe," I said. "Come on."

Still holding each others hands, we walked through the corridors. Everywhere, quiet. The place seemed deserted. Helena and I checked behind every door we passed. A kitchen, empty. A cupboard, no-one hiding inside.

"This is weird," I said. "Where is everyone?"

"John? What is this room?"

Helena was standing in front of an open door. The room beyond was small, with a low ceiling, from which hung a single, bare lightbulb.

"Leave it open!" I said, running over.

Helena did, though she looked confused. I stared into the room. Filing cabinets, folders everywhere.

"The rooms move around," I said. "I've been looking for this one since I first found it."

"What's it for?" Helena asked.

"I don't know," I said. "But there are these files... about all the girls. And loads of others I never got a chance to look at."

"Files?" asked Helena. We both stepped into the room, and I held up a piece of paper that was lying on the desk.

"Like this. 'Rosa and Violet in bathroom #456-B'."

"My goodness," said Helena. Under the piece of paper was a photograph, taken from above. Rosa was bent over the edge of a shallow swimming pool. Violet was standing behind her, holding her waist with one hand and slapping her ass with the other. She had a strap-on, and was thrusting it deep into Rosa's ass.

"Someone's been watching us. Taking photos. Do you think it might be... Lucifer? He said he had his eye on Asta."




Living With a Goddess Ch. 05



Helena shook her head. "He wouldn't hide in the shadows like this. This isn't how he works at all."

"So who -"

"John!"

A voice cut me off. I whirled around, but saw no-one. The voice continued - it seemed to be coming from thin air.

"So you have found my room again. Well done. Now, in the room opposite, you will find the first of the answers you seek. It's time to play, John." The voice was low, husky, seductive. Asta? No. Not quite. More fervent, more energetic. I tried to focus on whether I recognised it...

And then, just like that, the voice was gone.

"Who..." began Helena.

"No idea," I said, gritting my teeth. "But I think we're about to find out."

Helena and I both ran across the hall, and I flung open the door on the other side. The room beyond it was a large bedroom. Lace curtains hung around a window that looked out onto a mountainside. The room was brightly lit.

Asta lay on the bed, her hands and feet tied to the bedposts. She was completely naked, and a ball gag stopped her from speaking. She looked at me with wide-eyed relief.

Me and Helena sprinted over to her. I took out the gag, while Helena began untying her.

"Oh, thank goodness it's you. She's gone too far this time."

"Who?" I asked. "Who does that room belong to? Who's done this to you?"

"Lillian," said Asta. "My third handmaiden."

The voice from thin air began speaking again. "Congratulations again, John! You have discovered me. But how will you ever find me? Muahahaha!"

"Oh, shut up, Lily," said Asta, rolling her eyes. "You're not an evil mastermind. You're a crazy perv with a secret camera network who's found my intercom system."

"You - I mean... what intercom system? I'm a ghooooost!"

"No, she's not," said Helena.

Asta and I both looked at her.

"I can tell," Helena said, quietly.

We just looked at her some more.

"Because I'm a death... goddess..." Helena trailed off.

Asta began yelling. "OK, Lillian. You tell me what you've done with the others this instant, or I am going to spank you so damn hard... no wait. She'll like that. I will... not spank you. Ever!"

"Gah!" There was a buzz of static from the intercom. "Fine. If you wish to find your friends, you must first... bring the mistress to orgasm!"

A pause.

"...Seriously?" I said. "That's it?"

"...That's it," said the voice. "But, um, can you make it, like, really hot? For the cameras?"

I shrugged. "Sure." I looked at Asta, who was grinning.

"It's been a while, my disciple," she said.

"That it has, my goddess," I said, tearing off my robe and throwing it to the ground. My cock was already beginning to spring to attention.

"I'll, um... I shall wait here," said Helena.

"Nonsense!" said Asta. "Come over here, girl, join in the fun. I know how much you enjoyed John last time."

Helena blushed, and approached the bed, pulling her toga over her head in one swift, sensual movement. Damn, those tits were perky.

"Oh, and sweetie?" said Asta. "Could you tie me to the bed and gag me again?"

Helena smiled and nodded, and climbed onto the huge bed, beginning to reaffix the ties that had held Asta down. As she did that, I crawled across the mattress to where the goddess was, her blond hair spilling out around her, her full, round breasts resting delectably as she lay spread-eagled on her back. She looked at me and our eyes met with a spark as I reached her and straddled her waist, my rapidly thickening cock lying across her stomach and reaching her tits. The feeling of those beautiful mounds touching my cockhead caused a surge in my erection, and my cock sprang to life. Before Asta's magic, this would have been my maximum hardness. But as I looked down at the curvy blonde bombshell below me, my dick continued to swell.

"I really did a number on you, didn't I?" said Asta in that deep, rich, sultry voice of hers.

"What was that?" I grinned, grabbing the ball gag and fastening it across Asta's face. Her eyes lit up with pleasure as Helena and I finished restraining her.

I took my cock in one hand, and moved it forwards, into the valley between Asta's incredible tits. Helena reached over, taking those globes in her hands and squashing them together, forming a tight, warm tunnel of smooth titflesh around my achingly hard cock. I pulled back, then thrust forwards, eliciting a muffled grunt of arousal from Asta. I thrust again, sliding my cock into her beautiful breasts. I reached down and played with them, and Helena took that as her cue to let go of Asta's tits and went behind me. I didn't turn to look, but I could tell from the sounds and the expression on Asta's face that she had begun eating her out. I continued squeezing and fondling Asta's tits as I slid my dick between them. Eventually, I saw Asta shudder and close her eyes. I reached behind me and pulled Helena away from her dripping snatch.

"Easy. Let her wait," I said.

"But Lillian said we have to bring her to orgasm," said Helena. "To rescue the other handmaidens!"

"They're not in any trouble," I said. "So let's make sure that orgasm is a good one, huh? Let's make her beg for it."

Helena smiled at me, her eyes wide at the prospect. "You are... quite something, John."

I leaned over and kissed her, and then positioned myself beside her, between Asta's spread legs. Together, Helena and I each slid a finger inside Asta's slit, moving our digits in different ways and at different speeds. With my other hand, I began to play with her clit. I took it from Asta's grunts that she was enjoying it. Helena stuck yet another finger inside the goddess, and used her other hand to begin toying with Asta's tight, pink asshole.

We fingered Asta for a while, then without warning, I grabbed Helena's wrist and pulled her out. Asta practically screamed through her gag, thrusting her pelvis towards us as best she could, desperate for more. I smiled at Helena and nodded, and she gleefully stuck her face back in between Asta's legs. The hot blonde writhed around as Helena's tongue disappeared into her, moving as much as she could in an attempt to grind against her fellow goddess' face.

I moved up Asta's body, planting kisses as I went, and squeezed those round tits again. She stared at me, her face contorted behind the gag into a mask of pleasure. I removed the gag, and she moaned loudly.

"Fuuuuuuck..." She looked at me, that spark in her eye. "We've been teaching you well, haven't we?"

I just grinned at her, positioned my body above hers in a sixty-nine position, and shoved as much of my cock as I could into her mouth. Asta giggled through her mouthful of dick, and began sucking and slurping eagerly, running her wet tongue over every available inch of my shaft. My face was at her pussy, where Helena was still eating her out, and I gave the death goddess a kiss before turning my attention to Asta's clit. It was tough to get both our faces up close, but together Helena and I licked Asta's pussy until I felt the blonde tremble beneath me.

"Fuck me... make me cum..." Asta moaned in between long, slow licks of my engorged cock. I looked at Helena, and we shared a smile - then instantly, removed our mouths from Asta's pussy.

Asta let out an animal cry of frustration and arousal, and Helena quickly dived back in, not using her tongue this time, but planting light kisses all over Asta's slick, trembling pussy lips. I lifted myself up, pulling my cock out of Asta's mouth - she craned her neck after it, spit trailing between her lips and my cockhead.

As Helena continued her subdued stimulation of Asta's pussy, I moved back down to join her. Asta, still craning her neck, watched as I took my cock in one hand and positioned it by Helena's face, right at the entrance of Asta's boiling snatch.

Helena looked up at me, kissed my cock lightly, then moved out of the way. I placed my head at Asta' entrance and, with one powerful thrust, sank my entire length into the tight, hot depths of her cunt.

Asta screamed in ecstasy and came, her body shaking and trembling beneath me as I kept my dick buried in her depths. Her pussy walls convulsed around me, massaging my shaft, and I felt my dick pulse and twitch within her, spurring her on to further throes of orgasm.

After more than a minute, Asta quietened down, her head flopping back, her chest fluttering with weak breaths. Helena slid her body up beside the sex goddess and began kissing her passionately. After a while, Asta regained enough sense to kiss her back, and I watched the two explore each other's mouths, my full, enhanced length still buried to the hilt in Asta's sweltering pussy.

"Fuck, John," said Asta after a while. Helena also turned to me and smiled sweetly, and I reached out, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it. Asta noticed our connection and giggled, pulling Helena in for a hug, mashing the Greek goddess' face into her ripe breasts. Helena gave Asta's tits calm little licks and nibbles, and the two lay there like that, with me, still very much hard and still very much inside Asta.

The voice on the intercom came back with a quick jolt of static. Its words were harder to make out this time. Lillian was breathing heavily.

"Fuck... fucking hell... you know what, just... just have them. Fuck."

A door in the corner of the room I hadn't even noticed before swung open, and Rosa and Violet emerged, both stark naked, and ran to join us, clambering onto the bed. I slid my length out of Asta, prompting a moan from her, and hugged the others as best I could with my great swinging dick in the way. Violet sandwiched my cock between her legs as we hugged, and as my member twitched against the tightness of her creamy thighs, I felt a trickle of girlcum from her neatly shaved pussy.

I tried to lean out of the hug, but Violet trapped my dick between her legs and kissed me deeply. I attacked the pale redhead's mouth with passion, then drew back and kissed her all over her face, pleased to see my little nymphomaniac again. My dick twitched in agreement. She laughed and placed a hand on my bare chest, feeling my skin.

"Where's Mel?" asked Rosa.

In my sex-crazed stupor, I hadn't even realised my curvy girlfriend wasn't among the mass of writhing bodies on the oversized bed.

Lillian's voice crackled over the intercom again. "She's... she's here." Faintly, in the background, I could hear a faint wet lapping sound. Then came Melissa's voice. "I'm here, guys! John, you were so hot just then. And you'll never guess what! Lillian is hot as all hell too!"

Dismissing the thought that I'd just been to hell, and found it rather cold, the thought of my Mel going down on that perverted hottie was a pretty sexy thought. I'd never seen Lillian, but an image began to form in my mind, and my dick, which I had thought was at full hardness, began swelling beyond any length or girth I had ever seen. It didn't hurt that it was sandwiched between Violet's slender legs.

Violet certainly noticed. "John, your cock's growing!" she yelled excitedly, throwing her arms around me again and hugging me tighter, grinding her slick snatch along the top of my huge member. She looked into my eyes and winked. "Magic is just the fucking best."

"You're welcome," breathed Asta. Rosa and Helena had untied her, and the three of them were currently massaging and fondling each other's breasts in a tangled heap of soft, smooth flesh.

"Quick," whispered Violet in my ear, her hot breath wet against my skin, "while they're busy."

The graceful nymphomaniac slid off my cock, and took it in both hands, guiding it towards her entrance.

"Oh, you are going to tear me apart," she said, practically salivating at the thought.

I sensed Violet had a plan, so I flopped back onto the bed and let her lovingly stroke my cock, getting it slick with the various bodily fluids it was coated in. She positioned herself above my member, rubbing her entrance with my cockhead.

"Your magic had better be working overtime on my cunt, mistress," she said to Asta, "or this thing is going to literally impale me."

Asta moaned something that sounded like "don't worry about it" - I looked at her to see Helena scissoring her, and Rosa sat on her face, Asta's tongue up her asshole.

Violet was looking too. "Fuck," she moaned, overloaded with visual stimulation at the sight of the three women writhing around together, and she pretty much collapsed onto my dick. My now truly enormous cock sunk slowly into her as she worked her tightness down my shaft, letting out little squeals of joy as she felt me go deeper, stretching her tight cunt and filling her up.

After everything I'd just seen and done, it was too much. I exploded inside Violet, my cum proving too much for her pussy to hold and leaking out in gushes around my cock, slicking me up and causing Violet to slide further down, until as much of my cock as could possibly fit in her was inside her.

Violet let out a whimper. "Oh my fucking god you're so big," she squealed in abject delight, reaching down and grabbing me for leverage as she began trusting her hips, riding my monster cock.

"This is a one-time thing, right, Asta?" asked Rosa through gasps of joy as the goddess's tongue penetrated her asshole. "John can't live with a cock that huge. And we'd all be split in two."

"This is... just for Vi... not enough magic... to keep it up..." said Asta, between licks of Rosa's tight butthole and moans of her own pleasure. Helena was now grinding her cunt furiously against Asta's, her face screwed tight.

Violet giggled at me. She had settled into a rhythm, riding my cock and gyrating her wide hips, the obscenely lewd sight of my huge rod disappearing between her legs again and again, our joint juices leaking out. It felt incredible. I reached my hands behind Violet and felt her big, pert butt, squeezing the aut skin as she maneuvered around my pole.

"Asta," I grunted through gritted teeth, "I wanna cum fucking buckets."

Asta simply raised a thumbs up. Her face was completely lost in the expanse of Rosa's voluminous buttcheeks.

I felt an energy surge through my cock - Violet must have felt it too as she quickly came, her spasming pussy walls sending me into overdrive. I felt as though I had only just cum, but there was no way I was holding this back.

Quickly, I lifted Violet off my cock, leaving her pussy a gaping, quivering mess as she lay on the bed, and I went over to where Helena was furiously scissoring with Asta. I took her hand in mine and squeezed, and she opened her eyes and looked at me, joy and sexual pleasure etched across her elegant features. I brushed a dark curl our of her face, and gently moved her down, lowering her onto the bed until she was lying there, her legs still intertwined with Asta's.

I took my cock in one hand, pumped once, and came. A rope of hot, sticky cum exploded out of my enhanced cock, blasting all over Helena's naked body. Jet after jet of cum followed, plastering her, coating that toned stomach, those long, supple legs, her darkly haired crotch, her large, proud tits. And still I spurted, my orgasm lasting far longer than any I'd had before, an impossible amount of cum covering the Greek goddess until she was bathed in it. It pooled around her, staining the bedsheets. It glazed her gorgeous face and matted her hair. She was soaked in my seed.

"OK, everyone," I said, still breathing heavily after my orgasm had subsided. "Clean her up."

The girls got to work. Asta planted a kiss on Helena's cum-glazed lips, strings of sticky spunk trailing between their mouths. Rosa slurped at the pool of cum that had collected in Helena's belly button. And Violet, her pussy still leaking, flopped face-down in Helena's tits and bathed her head in my load.

I sat back, admiring my handiwork and stroking my cock to the sight. It wasn't at the insane size it had been inside violet, but it was hardening again after my epic cumshot, and was returning to the magically engorged size I had grown used to before.

Suddenly, Melissa appeared from behind me. She acknowledged me with a kiss on the cheek, and then scooted over to Helena to start slurping my load off of her. My girlfriend looked me right in the eye as she made a long, slow lick up Helena's leg, then swallowing her mouthful of spunk.

Just then, I felt a hand on my arm, stopping me from stroking my member. A voice spoke in my ear, hot and wet, and I felt a pair of lips brush my neck.

"Let me."

The voice was Lillian's. I immediately tried to turn round, but she pushed my head back.

"Watch them."

She grabbed my cock in one hand, and I felt her legs at either side of my back as she pressed herself into me from behind and began to jerk me off. A pair of ripe tits squished into my shoulder blades.

"You like that?" asked Lillian, her voice a low, husky whisper. "You like me jerking you off as you watch those sluts slurp all your cum?"

I just moaned in response. After all the energy I had just expended, there was little more that I could do than collapse back into Lillian's embrace. I looked down at the arm that was reaching round to my cock. Darkish skin; long, lithe, feminine fingers. My mind raced with possible images of the beauty who now cradled me between her thighs, my shoulders resting in the comforting embrace of her full, supple breasts, her lips grazing my earlobe as that sex-crazed whisper of a voice continued.

"Look at those fucking whores licking up all of daddy's fucking cum," Lillian said, her jerking motions speeding up, her grip on my shaft tightening. "Those dirty little sluts, all covered in you spunk. Eating up your load off each other... yeah, you like that, don't you? Mmm, look at them, little whores. Look at them swallow your seed. Your collection of fucking cumsluts. You like watching them, don't you? Huh? Yeah, you love watching those dirty... fucking... whores..."

I came. Not much, but the orgasm shook me. Immediately, Lillian jetted out from behind me, letting me fall back onto the soft bed. I dimly saw a tanned, black-haired, graceful body dive down onto my cock before I fell onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling Lillian's mouth slurp up my last reserves of spunk and feeling like a very lucky man.



Living With a Goddess Ch. 06



Author's Note: Sorry this one took a little longer. Thanks for your continued support, and all your comments and emails :) Let me know if there's anything you want to see, or anyone you want to see more of! What combination of the girls do you want to see together?

Enjoy!

***

Warm, clear water cascaded down onto my body. The statue that towered over me, of two naked women holding a large water jug, served as a shower, and I let it wash away the sweat of the last few... days? Weeks? However long it had been, I felt refreshed.

The window in the large bathroom had steamed up, but I could still see the rolling green hills beyond. In the space that this palace now occupied, where my old apartment was, there was no such view. For not the first time, I found myself wondering where exactly we were.

Just then, over the sound of the water, I dimly heard what sounded like a sigh.

"Hello?" I called to the room. No answer. Was there someone else in the bathroom with me? I looked around at all the places someone could possibly be hiding. No-one there.

No, I was probably just imagining it. And besides, if any of the others who lived here were in the same room as me, we'd have ended up having sex by now. I shrugged off the feeling. No, if Melissa, Violet, Rosa, Asta or...

"Lillian?" I said out loud. No response. "Lillian, was that you?"

"...No." The woman's low voice came, distorted, from one of her hidden speakers.

"Are you watching me?"

"...No. Also, for no reason, could you move a little to your left?"

I smiled. "I'm fine with you watching us, you know. In fact, I think it's kind of hot. Maybe you could let me know in future."

A pause and a crackle of static, then another soft sigh came over the intercom.

"Oh," I continued, "and I never got to thank you for your part in that orgy the other day. You turned me on so hard I literally passed out. No-one's done that before."

Silence and another faint buzz of static. I continued washing myself under the spray, assuming Lillian just preferred not to talk. Should I have acknowledged her? Maybe she preferred it when people didn't know she was watching.

"...You're welcome," came the voice over the speaker.

I smiled, looking around for the camera she was watching me from. "Maybe you and I could hang out some time?"

There was a pause. "That wou- the mistress is coming." A crackle, and the speaker turned off.

The door opened, and Asta walked in. It was incredible how, even after all this time, her beauty still took my breath away. That was what came from being a deity who thrives on sexual energy, I supposed. She was wearing clothes, not a common sight - although it was just a pair of lace panties and one of my oversized t-shirts, her braless breasts stretching the fabric until it clung to her skin like paint. They bounced as she walked. Everything about her bounced as she walked.

"Were you talking to yourself just now?" she asked.

"Um, yeah," I said. I wasn't sure why, but I felt like Lillian would prefer it if our conversation were a secret.

"Weirdo," said Asta, grinning at me and walking over to the window. The window that opened out onto... what?

"Asta," I asked, "what exactly is out there? I mean, there are all these views outside the windows. That's not real, is it?"

Asta looked at me. "When was the last time you had sex?"

I thought back. "Um. Yesterday? Two days ago? That's the other thing, I'm really confused about how time passes in here. Sometimes it feels like we've been here for years -"

"John," she said, interrupting me with a polite raise of her hand. "I don't want to be that kind of goddess. But I am your mistress. Your job is to generate Currency for me." She frowned. "Are you getting bored of the girls?"

"No!" I practically yelped. "No, that's not it at all. You, Mel, Violet, Rosa... and Lillian, if I can ever find her... you're all incredible."

Asta stepped into the pool of water at the base of the statue and walked over to me. Lightly, she held my cock with the tips of her fingers. Just her touch made me begin to swell. The spray from the statue began to splash across her tits, causing the white fabric to turn see-through.

"You don't need to worry, John. About where or when we are. That's my job. You just need to have constant sex with many beautiful women." She looked up into my eyes. "Are you still OK with our arrangement?"

I nodded.

She tilted her head in thought, still looking at me, still dancing the tips of her fingers up and down my length. "Maybe someone new would liven things up a bit, though. I know you only met Lillian recently, but she's... different. How about a little fresh meat?" She grinned devilishly at me as she said those last words, gripping my cock in one hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

"I think I could live with that," I smiled.

Asta laughed, then leaned up to kiss me. "Take a look around outside. See who takes your fancy." As she spoke, she stepped out of the pool, leaving my semi-erect dick swinging in the warm air. She waved her hand at the wall next to the bathroom door, and another door appeared: large, solid wood, the cracks around its edges glowing golden with sunlight. "Remember, any sexual activity with anyone who isn't me gets us that little bit more Currency. Not that I'd object to anything you might have planned involving me. But then you know that."

Asta walked out of the bathroom back into the hallway, looking at me over her shoulder. "Go get 'em."

And she left me standing there, the smile on my face growing.

***

I briefly considered getting dressed before going out through the new door, but the idea of clothes had shrunk to a strange and distant memory. The most I wore these days was a simple robe, and most of the time I had barely put it on before it was time to take it off again. So I walked, stark naked, out through the wooden door. The fresh smells of the outdoors wafted over me, and I blinked in the bright sunlight. Beneath my toes was soft, freshly cut grass, and a warm breeze played against my skin. When my eyes finally adjusted, I squinted out at this new world.

My jaw dropped. I had seen some strange and beautiful things since becoming a disciple. I had been to Hell and back. I had fucked some of the most beautiful women from this world and whatever other worlds there were. I had licked syrup out of a goddess' cunt for crying out loud. But the view beyond that door knocked the breath out of me. Maybe it was because I hadn't been outside for so long, maybe it was the thin strip of land that stretched out before me, all verdant hills and meadows under a clear blue sky. Or maybe it was that the island I was now on, because it was an island, was floating in the air above a sea of clouds. The infinite blueness of the sky surrounded me, apart from below the island, where a white, roiling sea of cloud stretched as far as I could see.

"Hi," said a bright, cheery voice from beside me. "Welcome to heaven."

I turned to see a young woman, no more than eighteen, wearing a simple white dress. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a slender, willowy body, and an adorable smile.

"Heaven?" I asked, still dumbstruck.

The cute girl nodded. "Our heaven, anyway. The heaven of the gods and goddesses of sex. I know, it's a bit of a mouthful. We need a name for it, or a number or something. Speaking of mouthfuls, can I offer you anything?"

I shook my head. "I'm not hungry, thank you."

The girl giggled. "Of course you're not, silly." She batted me playfully on the arm. "People like us don't need to eat. I meant, would you like a blowjob?"

OK, make that two jaw drops for the day.

"Um," I stammered. "Maybe... later. What - what did you mean when you said people like us?"

"You know," said the girl. "Disciples. Well, you're a disciple. I'm an angel. Slight difference. Are you sure you don't want me to suck your cock?"

"I'm sure," I lied. "I'm actually meant to be finding new disciples here, or at least people to... you know."

The girl nodded. "People to fuck."

"Um. Yes. My goddess sent me. Do you know where the best place to look is?"

The girl gestured vaguely at the large, grassy island. I could make out figures in white robes dotted around it, and the occasional small house - even a few castles or palaces. "Anyone here could potentially become a disciple. Even someone who's already a disciple of another god, like me, or someone who's a god or goddess themselves. They'll take some convincing, of course."

"Oh," I said. "OK, thanks."

The girl smiled at me and waved as I walked away. "Let me know if you change your mind about the blowjob."

The island was larger than it looked at first glance, and it was taking me a lot longer to walk from one end to the other than I had guessed it would. As I walked, I looked around. A few other flying islands lay to either side of this one, some almost as large. Occasionally I would pass someone else walking the other way, but they would often be in a hurry. More than once I came across couples or groups of people having passionate sex in the grass. One woman, wearing a strap-on and deep inside her companion's asshole, gave me a friendly wave as I walked by.

For someone who had spent the last... however long having sex pretty much non-stop, I was feeling pretty awkward about approaching anyone. Occasionally I'd pass a woman on her own, and some of them even gave me a wink or appreciatively eyed my cock. But all my sexual experiences so far had just sort of... happened. I felt like I was before I met Asta: lonely, shy, unable to initiate anything. As I walked, I tried to rally myself. Come on, John. You can do this. I smiled to myself, thinking of everything I had already accomplished as a disciple.

OK, that was it. The next woman I saw who I wanted to fuck, I would. Well, you know. Not just out of the blue. I'd start a conversation first.

A small country cottage came into view on one side of the path, the door propped open. The sound of chatter and laughter came from inside. A sign hung above the door: "The Princess Arms". A painting of a smiling woman, her naked breasts covered by her hair, adorned the sign.

Right, I told myself. You're completely naked, in a world of sex gods and their disciples. Here goes nothing.

The room inside was lit softly by flickering red light from a small fireplace in the corner. A bar stood at the other end of the room, an array of bottles and barrels behind it. Beds stood around the room where there would normally be tables. The ceiling was low, and the floor rough and wooden. It had a homey, cosy feel. Also, there were about eight women, all completely naked, sitting on the beds. They all eyed me suspiciously as I walked in - all apart from one woman who had her face buried between another's legs.

I approached the bar, and someone came out from the room behind. She was tall, easily as tall as myself, with long waves of auburn hair that flowed down over her shoulders. Her face was elegant and pretty, with piercing blue eyes like ice. She wore what looked a lot like an old-school German barmaid's outfit, with a corset pinching her waist into an hourglass shape above the delectable, wide curve of her hips. Her breasts, already large, were pushed up, two great mounds of pure, milky white flesh, practically spilling out of her top.

"H-hi," I stammered. Why was I suddenly so nervous now that I was out of Asta's palace?

"Hi yourself, sweetheart. Don't mind them, they're just not used to seeing a man in here. But you're more than welcome of course." She smiled at me warmly, easing my nervousness. She really was very attractive - a classic, homespun kind of pretty. And that cleavage was very hard to look away from. "What can I get you, sweetheart?"

I'd been asked a similar question just recently, and it was clear to me now that things revolved around sex up here. For example: the women around the room, seeing that I wasn't here to cause trouble or anything, had all returned to their activities, and the crackle of the fireplace was now accompanied by a series of soft moans.

Fuck it, I thought. This is heaven. Anything's worth a try.

"Actually," I said, leaning across the bar and looking the woman right in her eyes, "I'd love it if you sucked my cock."

The words sounded ridiculous even as I said them, and for a second the barmaid's eyes flashed in surprise, but then her warm smile returned, and she patted the bar, gesturing for me to climb up onto it. I did, swinging my legs over the other side, and she positioned herself between them. She looked up at me, her ice-blue eyes fixed on mine as she took my length in one hand and opened her mouth wide, placing me inside.

"Fuck," I said. "I love this place."

The barmaid grinned up at me, and began stroking my thickening cock, licking it intermittently as she spoke. "So what brings you to heaven?"

"Mmm... I'm looking for Currency, actually. For my goddess."

"Well," she said, after slowly dragging the tip of her long tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, "this is as good a place as any for that, and I promise to do my best. Welcome to the Princess' Arms. I didn't get your name, by the way."

"John," I said, as she swirled her tongue around the tip of my penis.

"I'm Megan," she replied, taking a brief break from her ministrations on my shaft, before plunging my now semi-hard dick down her throat.

"Nice to -" I gasped. "...Meet you."

Megan looked down at the thick rod in her mouth in astonishment as it continued to swell. "You serve a powerful goddess, John. This is... mmfff... quite a piece of equipment."

"I'm just getting started," I said, and Megan grinned up at me around her mouthful of dick.

She flung her head back, trails of spit still connecting her soft, pink lips to my ever-hardening shaft, one hand still stroking me into life.

"Is it just the blowjob today then, sir? Or will there be anything else?"

I smiled down at her, playing along. "What else do you serve here?"

She smiled that warm, pretty smile. "Just let me know what it is you want, sir. I'm sure we can work something out.

I looked down at her, wondering what to do next. Holy shit, her cleavage looked good from up here. Her tits were straining against the fabric of her outfit, overflowing from her push-up bra like two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream. I took my dick into my own hand and slapped it against her voluminous bosom, leaving little wet marks from her saliva all over the pale mounds of titflesh. She thrust her chest up to meet my dick, and her tits trembled and shook with every smack, a blush of arousal spreading across her pure skin.

"Very good, sir," Megan said, her voice turning husky, her pale face flushed. "Anything else?"

"You like that, do you?" I asked. "You like people playing with your tits?"

"... It's not up to me, sir. I am here to do whatever it is you enjoy."

I hopped down from the bar, standing next to where she was kneeling, and, taking her hand, I brought her up into a standing position. She was almost exactly my height, and I stared straight into those pale blue eyes of hers.

"What I want," I said, "is for you to tell me what you want. Can you do that for me?"

Megan nodded, wide-eyed.

"What do you want, Megan?" I asked.

"I... want you to stick your cock between my tits," she said.

I smiled, kissing her on the cheek, which caused her to gasp softly. I placed my hand on her shoulders, and pushed her roughly back down onto her knees. She was tall enough that she could position her chest level with my dick. I reached down and tugged at the low neckline of her outfit, pulling it down to let her tits spring forth.

Fuck. That wasn't a push-up bra.

Megan's tits were enormous - as big as Melissa's at least. Two huge mounds of purest white flesh, shaking and jiggling impossibly as they rested on top of the scrunched-up dress and the heavy-duty bra that had been barely containing them. Her nipples were thick, proud nubs, light pink with medium-sized areolas, made enormous by the sheer size of the woman's fantastic boobs.

"Fuck me," I exhaled, my jaw very nearly dropping for the third time that day.

"Is that what you want, sir?" Megan asked, looking up at me with that pretty face, framed by her flowing auburn hair.

"I told you what I want, Megan," I said, "and that's for you to tell me what you want."

She nodded. "I... would like to jack you off with my tits now, please."

"Don't say please," I said reflexively, then stopped myself. A devilish grin that Asta would have been proud of crept across my face as I looked down at the unbelievably curvy woman. "Actually," I said, "do say please. Beg for me, Megan. Tell me what you want, and plead for it. And don't stop telling me. OK?"

Megan's pale blue eyes lit up in excitement, and a flicker of a smile flashed across her face, reminding me of the sort of face Violet made at moments like this, when my plan became clear to her. I briefly imagined those two together... two redheads: the crimson-haired Violet, and the gorgeous auburn locks of Megan. One slender and graceful, one curvy and impossibly stacked. I shook myself back into reality - which was not a bad thing at all. Megan's pretty eyes focused on my shaft as she grabbed as much of her enormous breasts as she could in both her hands, titflesh spilling out between her fingers, and enveloped my entire, magically enhanced length between her beautiful breasts. The soft, warm expanse of her bosom sucked me in, every inch of my member engulfed in her cleavage. I felt like cumming there and then.

And in that split second, I gave in. I let myself cum, my hips thrusting between Megan's breasts as thick, white spurts of hot spunk shot from the end of my cock. Megan leaned down, catching some across her mouth and chin, then gasped as my dick kept spurting, more and more jizz flying across the pale expanse of Megan's incredible rack, white against the flush of red in her chest.

I had never cum so quickly. Normally with Asta's magic, I could last much longer. Was this because I wasn't back at home, in her domain? No, what had happened had felt like a conscious decision. I'd wanted to cum, so I did.

The realisation of what had just happened hit me like a blissful ton of bricks. I had wanted to cum, and I had. And my cock, still twitching and sending ripples through Megan's sea of titflesh, was still just as hard as it had been. If anything, it grew harder still as Megan resumed her titfuck, jacking off my monstrously large dick with her impossibly huge tits, tweaking her nipples between her fingertips.

I could cum whenever I wanted.

Thank you, Asta.

With renewed vigour, I grabbed handfuls of Megan's titflesh - even with her own hands clutching at her breasts, there was still plenty to grab - and I worked with her, thrusting my hips in rhythm with the movement of her soft breasts, massaging her large nipples with my palms.

"Tell me what you want, Megan," I reminded her.

"I want you to cum again. I want to make you cum until you can't cum any more. All over my face... paint my face with your cum. Fill my mouth with it. Splatter your hot jizz all across my tits."

"God, I love your tits," I said, increasing the pace of my thrusting.

"Please, sir," said Megan, her voice rising in pitch as she surrendered to her own arousal. "Please, fuck my tits. I love your big, hard cock between my boobs, oh, please cum for me."

Eager to please, I searched my mind for the impulse that had allowed me to ejaculate on command just then, but I couldn't seem to make it happen again. Well, I had literally just cum. I guess a constant stream of jizz was probably asking for too much. I resolved to thrust even harder into Megan's cleavage.

The woman began frantically moving her hands, jacking me off between her breasts with incredible speed, the fire of arousal in her eyes as she stared, open mouthed, at the sight of my cock disappearing again and again into her soft, pillowy flesh. She was transfixed. A small trail of spit began to fall from her open mouth, moistening her soft lips and dripping into her cleavage, where it was lost among the white expanse of her bosom.




Living With a Goddess Ch. 06



"Please, sir," said Megan, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "Cum for me again. I want your cum, please, I need it..."

I gripped Megan by the shoulders and pounded her tits as hard as I could, my cock now in its enormously erect state and still being swallowed whole by the depths of Megan's vast cleavage. She looked up at me, mouth still open, eyes alight, panting breathlessly as she pressed her huge bosom tight around my shaft.

"That's it, sir. Fuck me, use me. Cover me in your cum, fill me up with it, please... I'm yours, I'm your dirty little cumslut..."

I felt the orgasm build, and the new, powerfully erotic sensation of being able to let it go whenever I wanted. One look at Megan's pleading face decided it, and I let loose, blasting yet more spunk across her face. The jizz ran down her cheeks, into her mouth, which I filled with a few short bursts before aiming my cock at her titflesh and spraying across it. Megan let the the cum that had pooled in her mouth pour out onto her chest, coating her enormous tits in even more of my seed. I had cum so much that I couldn't see a single square inch of her enormous breasts that wasn't plastered in cum. The hot, white semen oozed over her skin, dripping off her nipples, staining her outfit and disappearing into the chasm between her bountiful breasts.

She stood up, still wide-eyed and blushing. Her bra fell off as she stood, landing with an honest-to-goodness thud on the wooden floor. She was at eye level with me, her face still dripping with my spunk, her tits filling the space between us, standing impressively proudly without the support of a bra. I looked around at the room - more than one of the women in the surrounding beds had been watching us, enjoying the spectacle.

"That was..." she began, then stopped herself and laughed. "Wow. You did quite a number on me. Pretty sure I came once or twice myself there. Whatever magic your god's packing..." Megan raised her eyebrows. "I wouldn't mind some of that."

"Then come and join us," I said. "Come and serve my goddess with me."

Megan frowned slightly, wiping her cum-drenched face with the back of one hand. "I don't think I could leave this place. Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, I'm going to be needing a lot more of you from now on, but... this is my home."

I smiled. "The magic that was working on me? In our palace, it's everywhere. In the air. You can't look at another person without getting horny."

Megan clenched her jaw in thought. "Are there girls there as well?"

"All girls. And me. And trust me, Megan, we would be more than happy to have you."

Megan took a dishcloth from behind the bar and began trying to clear my huge load off her tits. "Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll come to your goddess' place tonight. You can show me what you're about. And if I like it..." Megan smiled that beautiful smile again. "Well, you'll have a hard time getting rid of me."

I left the Princess' Arms, after cleaning off my cock, with a smile on my face. I had just walked up to a complete stranger, came twice on her tits, and just about convinced her to come and live with me. Heaven was really starting to live up to its name.

I practically skipped my way back to the magical door - which I realised, seeing it from the other side, stood in the middle of nothing. I had even offered a friendly wave to the strap-on girl from before, but she'd seemed a little too busy to notice.

The young blonde girl was still outside the door when I reached it.

"Hey, it's you! You have fun?"

"Yeah, thanks. Nice place you've got here."

She smiled her adorable smile. "I was asking around about you. You're Asta's disciple, right?"

"That's me."

"She kind of popped up out of nowhere, huh? Some of the old crowd are pretty angry about it, actually."

"Angry? Old crowd?"

"Yeah, the higher-up sex gods, you know. Eros, Aphrodite, Freya, all of that lot. Say your mistress is getting too big for her boots for someone with just one disciple." The girl eyed me up and down. "You must be pretty good."

I couldn't help but feel a little concerned. The other sex gods thought Asta was getting ahead of herself? I'd have to ask her about it. Though I'd probably just get the same vague response as when I'd tried to ask her a couple of questions that morning.

I thanked the girl, taking a rain check on her renewed offer of a blowjob, and went back inside the door. The bathroom was exactly as I left it - statue still pouring water into the pool below, steam still filling the air. I looked back out the window, recognising the view.

Lillian's voice crackled over the speaker. "What happened? It looks like Asta felt it. She practically fell over just now."

"I got us some more Currency. And possibly a new roommate. You'll like her, I think."

Lillian's voice turned to a frantic whisper. "Is she hot? What's she like?"

I just grinned to myself. "One word, Lily. Tits."

A long, low sigh came over the speakers. Then, after a pause: "Speaking of, your girlfriend's on her way down the corridor."

"Can you let her know I'm in here?"

I heard the muffled sounds of Lillian's voice in the corridor outside, and then Melissa poked her head round the door.

"John?"

I ran forward and hugged her. Slightly bemused but equally enthusiastic, she hugged me back, squishing her breasts into my chest. Looking at them, maybe Megan's were bigger. But Mel's were attached to Mel.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she replied. "What brought this on?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. "Just wanted to tell you."

"Oh, you just wanted to tell me, did you? Or did you have something else in mind?" Melissa raised an eyebrow, and pointed down at my dick, trapped against her cute, pudgy belly by our embrace.

"I always have something else in mind," I said, grinning, and kissing Melissa on the nose. She giggled and shivered in my arms, her tanned titflesh rippling. Stepping back and taking me by the hand, she led me towards the pool.

"I take it Lillian is watching?" she said, as we stepped into the clear, warm water.

"Lily?" I called out questioningly to the room.

"One thing," said the voice on the speakers. "If you could do her from behind, that would make my day.

Mel winked at me. "That would make my day too, actually."

"That makes three of us," I laughed, and Melissa and I stepped under the waterfall. My girlfriend grabbed some nearby soap and lathered up her hands before proceeding to wash herself, soaping up all over, from her smooth, thick legs and the pale bikini marks around her trimmed crotch and on the undersides of her tits.

"Save some soap for me," I said.

Mel just placed her hands on my shoulders and stepped forward, pressing her body against mine and moving up and down, scrubbing my torso with her own, her slick, soapy body squishing against me. For the third time that day, I felt my cock begin to grow and swell. Mel felt it too, and quickly grabbed my thickening shaft in one slippery hand, sliding her slick fingers up and down my pole.

"Do you ever get jealous?" I asked her. "Of me and the other girls?"

"I could ask you the same question," said Melissa, as she writhed her slippery body against mine. "Don't you get jealous of me and the others?"

"Honestly? I just find the thought of you and them together really fucking hot."

Mel smiled up at me. "Well, then. Same here. Besides," she said, lowering herself to her knees and planting kisses on my stomach and along my shaft, "none of the others fuck me like you do."

I looked down at her, kneeling soapy and wet in front of me. "We've got something special," I agreed.

Mel smiled up at me, our eyes meeting, and I found myself yet again feeling like I was falling into her. She slowly, lovingly, kissed the head of my penis, and it twitched and sprang to life at the touch of her lips. Nothing more needed to be said. She took me into her mouth and began licking and sucking on my ever-growing member.

I just watched her. Those years I had known her before I met Asta, I never would have asked her out. And now, here we were. Living in a mystical palace, with a harem of sexy women at our disposal, spending all our time fucking. I thought of those women as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the spray of water and Mel's loving ministrations on my cock.

Asta, my goddess. The buxom blonde with a devilish spark in her eye and a sexual appetite that seemed to have no limits. Violet, the pale redheaded nymphomaniac with that glorious butt, equally comfortable being spanked until she screamed or with a paddle in her hand, doing the spanking herself. Rosa, with her gorgeous brown skin and dangerous curves - and the asscheeks that I had buried my cock between on more than one memorable occasion. Melissa, my girlfriend, my love, with her wonderful tits and beautifully tanned, smooth skin. Even Helena, the death goddess, a vision of Mediterranean beauty, with her dark curls and proud, perky breasts. And now, of course, I had met Lillian, if only briefly: the sex-crazed pervert who was probably fingering herself violently to the sight of Mel's lips wrapped around my cock.

There was a knock at the door. Not the door to the bathroom, but the other door, the one that Asta had made. I looked round, and Mel looked up from my dick to see who it was.

"I'll let them in," said Lillian over the intercom, and the door swung open to reveal the rolling green hills beyond, and Megan standing in the doorway. She was wearing a neat black dress and a deep green corset over it. Her incredible breasts were barely covered by the deep neckline, and enough flesh was on show to clearly telegraph the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her auburn hair was partly tied up behind her head, with a few strands still hanging and framing her warm face.

"Oh!" she said, at the sight of Mel and I in the shower. "Sorry for interrupting. Do you mind if I join you?"

I gestured for her to come in. "This is Megan," I said to Mel and Lillian. "She's thinking of moving in with us."

"She can share my room," said Lillian, hurriedly.

"Hi, Megan," said Mel, standing up. "I'm Melissa, John's girlfriend. And you," she said, not even trying to hide the fact that her gaze had fallen to Megan's chest, "are more than welcome."

Megan smiled at Melissa - whom I'm certain I saw blush - and began unlacing her corset, letting it fall to the floor beside her. I barely noticed the difference without it; her waistline was still thin and tight, the wide sweep of her hips and her almost excessive bosom giving her a knockout hourglass figure. As Megan slipped her pale shoulders out from her dress and slid it down her body, her back towards us, Mel tugged at my arm.

"Where the fuck did you find her? She's unbelievable!" Mel whispered.

"Just my luck, I suppose. Or magic. Or both."

"Um. Excuse me," said Megan. She had turned towards us, her dress halfway off and her tits uncovered. I had seen them in all their glory before, but that didn't stop my cock rising to attention at the sight of those incredible breasts. Mel, who was seeing them for the first time, squeaked loudly and grabbed my arm so hard that it hurt.

"Shit!" she breathed. Megan must have heard her, but just smiled politely.

"I'm sorry to be a bother," the buxom barmaid said, with a glint in her pale eyes that said she wasn't nearly as sorry as she claimed, "but I think my dress is too tight. It's stuck." She tugged at the jet-black fabric, but it snagged uselessly on her hips and ass. She turned slowly, showing us the problem from every glorious angle. "Would one of you mind helping me?"

It barely took a second before Melissa and I launched ourselves out of the shallow pool at Megan, our mouths watering at the prospect of peeling that layer of fabric from the woman's wide, perfectly curved hips and succulent, globe-like butt. I gestured for Melissa to do the honours, and she agreed, kneeling down and slowly, slowly removing Megan's dress. It seemed to come off relatively easily, despite Megan's apparent struggle - the barmaid just smiled at me as we watched my girlfriend gently slide the taut black fabric off of Megan's otherworldly curves. My cock hardened and thickened at the mere sight of Megan's buttcrack coming into view, the first wisps of her thick, auburn bush of pubic hair poking out. After a while, Mel could hold back no longer, and yanked the dress down, diving straight into Megan's unshaven pussy. Megan held onto me for support as my girlfriend voraciously ate her out. I don't think I'd ever seen Mel so turned on by another woman. I joined in, kissing Megan on the lips - softly at first, then passionately when she returned my kiss with far greater intensity. With her hands, she offered me her breasts, and I gratefully took one of her impressive tits into one of my own hands. My other hand snaked down her back, tracing the curve of her waist and stopping at her butt.

Megan's ass was incredible. Almost as huge as Rosa's, yet somehow pert and taut as Violet's, her vast expanse of backside quivered like a jelly at my touch. I grabbed a handful and squeezed as Megan moaned into my mouth, grabbing the back of my girlfriend's head and encouraging her into her steaming cunt. I massaged Megan's sensitive, thick pink nipple with one hand, and caressed her ass with the other, all the while kissing her deeply and passionately, until her chest fluttered very slightly beneath my touch and she extracted herself from our kiss to announce in a loud voice that she was cumming. Mel reached round and gripped her asscheeks, shoving her tongue into Megan's depths as the barmaid came all over her face, leaving my girlfriend's features slick with her wetness. As she leant back to smile up at us, Megan's pussy continued to gush, squirting streams of her juices out into the open air, much of it landing on Mel's tits. She held her tits up under the flow from Megan's pussy, rubbing the woman's cum all over her breasts and slicking them up until they shone. She stood up, and kissed Megan full on the mouth, the girlcum on her face transferring to Megan's own as their tongues slipped over one another.

As one, the two girls looked at me. My cock stood, already at its full, monstrous size, between the two of them. They each placed a hand on my thick shaft, gripping me tightly, and together, led me to the pool of water, where the soft rush of the waterfall still cascaded down, like the clear gush of Megan's glistening slit, which still dripped with her juices, leaving a trail as we walked.

Still leading me by my cock, the girls entered the pool of water, taking me to a corner away from the statue's steady flow. They sat me down on a step that led down into the pool, so that the water I sat in was only about an inch deep. My cock jutted out proudly. The two girls knelt down together in front of me, in the deepest part of the pool, their breasts level with my cock and therefore skimming just above the water's surface, their movement causing the clear pool to lap up at their erect nipples. Melissa's dark teats dripped with water and traces of liquid soap, while Megan shivered as the water touched her highly sensitive nipples, which stood out bright pink against the great, creamy globes of her breasts.

Megan leaned in to whisper in my girlfriend's ear, her breasts bumping up against Mel's arm. Mel giggled at whatever Megan said, and nodded.

Megan turned to me. "Sir... please may we titfuck you together?"

"Yes... sir," said Mel, a wicked smirk on her face. "Please let us titfuck you."

Megan leaned forward, resting her enormous tits on my leg, her smooth flesh colliding with my cock. Her icy blue eyes stared into mine, her face genuine and pleading. "We're begging you, sir... please give us your cum."

Mel, seeing that Megan had stepped it up a notch, adopted the same plaintive look and doe-eyed expression. God, that woman knew how to turn me on. "Please, sir," she practically whispered, inching closer and closer to where my dick stood proudly out of the water. "Cum for us. Let us fuck you with our tits."

I couldn't speak. I just watched, my mouth open, as the two girls pushed my legs apart and squeezed themselves between them, their naked skin against my inner thighs. Then they each took great handfuls of each other's tits and, after a sustained, impassioned kiss, pressed their boobs together. They held that position for a while, each marvelling at the intense pleasure it brought them to fondle each other's breasts, stimulating their nipples by rubbing them against each others'. Then, achingly slowly, they lowered their four, heavy breasts towards my cock, easing my shaft through the tight, hot tunnel they created at the point where those four gigantic melons met. They sank in the water, their tits reaching the base of my cock. My entire length was hidden in the deep, wet, warm folds of Melissa and Megan's soft breasts.

I could have cum then, but I didn't. I felt the control return to me. That awesome feeling of power, of almost experiencing a full orgasm without ever letting a drop of semen fly. I held my nerve, knowing that what was to come would be incredible. I looked at the two women who knelt, squashed together between my legs, their bodies kept surprisingly far apart by the sheer volume of titflesh between them. Melissa's great, tanned globes, with her adorable bikini tanlines, would have been enough to swallow my magically enhanced length on their own. But even her huge bosom, the cleavage that had distracted me every day at work for so long before I became a disciple, even my girlfriend's huge tits were not quite as utterly full, round and jaw-droppingly impressive as Megan's. The barmaid's great mounds were squashed firmly together, and against Mel's own tits, so that the tunnel of hot skin that gripped my cock was as tight as any pussy.

The two women looked each other in the eye, then began, slowly, so fucking slowly, jerk off my achingly hard cock with their beautiful breasts. At no point did my cockhead emerge from the tight grasp of their combined bosom. They jerked, quickly gaining speed but still so agonisingly slow that I wanted nothing more than to grab their breasts and pound them. But I held myself back, somehow, revelling in the sensations. Every few pumps, one of the girls would squash one breast into the central vortex of titflesh, rubbing their nipple against my shaft and providing us both with added stimulation. Megan's face quickly became contorted in pleasure, her eyebrows furrowed in exertion as she bounced up and down around my shaft. Mel quickly matched her pace, alternating between moving up and down with her and at opposite times to her, so that the tight grip of their tits rubbed me every which way they could.

"Please... c-cum for us..."

Megan barely managed to whimper the words as her mouth hung open, her tit-jerking reaching frenzied speed, warm water splashing all over her tits, and with a small shudder she came from the stimulation on her breasts alone. I had enough sense in me to reach under her and finger her snatch as she squirted into the pool water, stimulating her clit to add to the sensation of her orgasm. She squealed under her breath at my touch. With my other hand, I reached for Melissa's slit and slid two fingers easily up into her, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She moaned her appreciation as she renewed the titfuck, her eyes fixed on Megan's beautiful features as the woman came. Mel was enraptured by the sight of her, and as soon as Megan regained the sense to resume her side of the titfuck, she met Mel's gaze with an icy-blue stare of reciprocated appreciation. The women gasped and panted in unison as they determinedly fucked me, all the while staring into each others' eyes intensely.

"Kiss," I said, and the two women, needing no further incentive, their tits still mashed around my shaft, leant in towards each other and kissed, passionately exploring each others' faces with their tongues, biting and nibbling each others lips, sucking the spit from -




Living With a Goddess Ch. 06



I came. Sweet release took me as a huge jet of cum exploded from the tip of my cock into the tight, hot titflesh that surrounded it. It was like I was watching in slow motion. The girls leant apart slightly, looking down in awe at the cum that now covered my cock and splattered their breasts, as the next burst of spunk shot into the air, my cockhead free from the vaginal clutch of their joint cleavage. That second rope of hot, thick cum passed through the small space between the girls' faces, breaking a line of spit that had still connected their lips. The jet landed on Megan's face, and I watched as the girls began to move in and out, trying to catch the spurts of cum that launched from my dick as I continued to cum. As the last burst of jizz dribbled out of me, my member beginning to deflate, the girls looked down at me. Both of their faces were plastered in my jizz. Then, they looked at each other. Melissa leaned in, oddly shy for someone who had just had a threesome titfuck with the girl, and kissed Megan tenderly on the lips. Thick ropes of cum spread between their lips, and the girls licked and sucked at each other, slurping loudly as my seed flowed down their faces.

There was a moment of silence. I watched the two women clean off the last remaining jizz from each other's faces and breasts, all the while kissing softly. Melissa turned to me.

"John, can we..." she looked at Megan and smiled. The woman blushed. "Can we..." Mel continued, "go now? Do you mind? I think we'd like to have some time alone."

Megan blushed harder, but nodded and looked at me with those pleading, ice-blue eyes.

"Of course," I said. "You two enjoy each other."

Mel gave me a kiss on the cheek and scampered off, leading Megan by the hand. I watched their bodies drip and jiggle as they left the bathroom, Megan saying something about the effect this place was having on her.

I just lay there in the pool. My dick had gotten a little hard again from the sight of the two women licking my cum off each other, and I began to absent-mindedly stroke myself with one hand.

"They just left you there, huh?"

I had almost forgotten about Lillian. "Yeah," I said to the room. "You enjoy that?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Oooooh yeah."

I smiled. It was no stretch of the imagination to guess that she'd been frigging herself like crazy, watching us on her cameras, and it seemed like she'd loosened up a bit. In a manner of speaking.

"Are you watching them now?" I asked.

"I'm taping it for later," said Lillian. "Right now I'm more concerned with you. You're still hard."

"You could come and help me with that," I said.

A buzz of static from the intercom, then silence.

Oh no. Had I been too forward? Had I offended her? I'd gotten so caught up in this crazy world where everyone seemed to want to have sex with everyone that I hadn't thought twice about saying it.

I heard footsteps behind me. I hadn't noticed anyone come in through the door... I turned to see who it was.

Lillian's voice spoke, but this time it wasn't from a speaker. "Don't turn around."

The third handmaiden approached me, and put her hand on my shoulder. I studied it. Delicate, feminine fingers. Dark skin. A warm touch.

Lillian's voice again - quiet, low and husky. And right in my ear, her hot wet breath against my neck.

"I guess you gathered this from last time, but I don't like being looked at. I'm the one who watches, OK? You'll just have to imagine what I look like."

"Give me a hint at least," I said. "I mean, you're hot, right?"

Lillian laughed softly, then pressed her body against my back. She was naked, and I felt her hard nipples against my shoulder blades, then the pillowy soft flesh of her tits as she squashed them against me. Two long, smooth legs appeared on either side of me as she descended into the pool, squeezing between me and the wall I had been leaning against. I felt her pussy against my back, already wet, then it slid under the water as she sat with me in the shallows. Her legs went out on either side of me, and she hugged my thighs with her own. Her lithe arms snaked around from behind and embraced me tightly, and I felt her long, straight hair fall across my back as she squeezed me from all angles.

"You feel nice," she whispered.

"Same to you," I said, quietly. "I'd really like to see you, Lily. I mean, I understand if you really don't want me to. But as far as I can tell, you're gorgeous. I mean, I've liked chatting with you, and getting to know you a bit. But I still feel like we've never met, you know? Because I can't see your face."

I felt her chin rest on my shoulder as her hands came up to my chest, gliding lovingly across my skin. "Look down," she said.

I looked into the water, and saw myself reflected in the clear pool. The ripples from the shower-statue made it hard to see too clearly, but I could make out the smooth brown limbs that held me, and the face that rested on my shoulder. Her hair was long, thick and black, her eyes deep brown. And she was pretty. Really pretty. She looked Asian, or maybe Hawaiian, although she was probably really from some crazy god dimension. She had full lips, and freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her mouth broke into a smile as our eyes met through our reflections. I watched her kiss me on the neck.

"Is that enough for now, lover?" she asked.

"Thank you," I said, putting my hand on one of hers and squeezing it.

She kissed me again, on my cheek. "Now then," she said, that sultry tone creeping into her voice again. "It would be a little hard for you to fuck me like this, right? So I've called in some help."

The door opened and in walked Rosa, wearing what would be a conservative navy blue one-piece suit, were it not for the fact that she was spilling out of every hole. The bust was stretched tight across her tits, her cleavage squeezed into the confines of the skin-tight material, and her nipples stood out clear through the fabric. As she stepped into the pool, I saw her ass, that wonderful ass, barely covered at all, the majority of the material disappearing into the crack between her enormous buttcheeks. She smiled at me as she waded towards Lillian and I.

Behind her came Violet. The tall, slender woman wore a pretty standard bikini, pink and white, modestly covering her small but perky breasts, and even stretched over her impossibly pert butt. I remembered Lillian's list that I had found in her room, ranking all the girls asses. Violet's was the only one that had beaten Rosa's, and the way it stood out proudly from her otherwise trim figure, jiggling almost imperceptibly with every step she took, it wasn't hard to see why she was number one.

And of course, this was Violet. So in spite of her relatively ordinary outfit, she was also sporting a large, solid glass strap-on. The thing was about as big as my magically enhanced cock, and ribbed and grooved all along its length.

Rosa settled down on her knees in front of me, squeezing between my legs and smiling sweetly up at me as she lowered her head towards my cock. Rosa's smile made my heart leap every time I saw it, and my cock did the same as she kissed the tip. Lillian's hands snaked round to grip my shaft, and she began feeding it into Rosa's mouth. One of my hands went to the back of Rosa's head and forced her hot, wet mouth down my length.

Lillian murmured in my ear, her arousal plain in her sultry voice. "You like that, daddy?"

Something about the way she called me daddy was so hot. It wasn't like I ever had incest fantasies - that shit was way too twisted for my taste. But the simple word, the position of power, the cuteness of the term contrasted against the lewdness of the situation - something about it got me going. I felt that feeling, the one I'd first felt earlier that day. I was ready to cum. Now, it was up to me.

Lillian must have felt it too. She kept talking, as Rosa kept stuffing as much of my dick as she could in and out of her mouth, gagging wetly on my huge shaft, and Violet reached us, taking her strap-on in one hand and running it up and down Rosa's buttcrack as she stood behind her.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" asked Lillian. I had thought Asta had the dirty talk down, but this girl was something else. Especially since she seemed to be getting off on it herself, turning herself on with her own words. "You like it when I call you that? Well that's what you are, daddy. Now feed that naughty little slut your cock."

I pushed harder on the back of Rosa's head, forcing myself down her throat. She gurgled and spluttered, but kept it down, my shaft sliding into the tightness of her mouth. Behind her, I watched as Violet gave me a wink, then pulled aside the fabric of Rosa's swimsuit, and slid her strap-on into the girl's pussy. Rosa's eyes widened, and she gave a muffled shriek around my cock, but she kept taking me, fucking me with her face as Violet began sliding in and out of her from behind.

Lillian kissed my neck. "Mmm... look at that. Your little whore choking on your dick while she gets fucked from behind. Oh, shit, look at her ass. Jiggling like that every time she takes that thick rod inside her."

One of Lillian's hands went to her crotch, sliding between the two of us, and I felt her begin to finger herself. Hard. This girl really got off on her own dirty talk. With the sights and the sensations all around me, plus the sound of her voice, I was losing it. I gripped Rosa's head in both hands and slammed her face down around my shaft, and she moaned in ecstasy as Violet pulled out, sliding her slick strap-on deep into Rosa's ass. Violet renewed her thrusting, spanking the living daylights out of Rosa's huge buttcheeks as I fucked her face, my cock disappearing again and again as I stuffed it between her lips.

"Ohhhh... fuck... her..." said Lillian, one of her hands reaching round to help me shove my cock down Rosa's throat, the other hand still frigging her cunt. "Fuck her face, daddy. Fuuuuuck..." I felt Lillian cum, but she barely paused, bringing her dripping fingers round and putting them in my mouth. She tasted sweet.

"You like that, daddy? You like how my little cunt tastes? You make me so fucking wet. Yeah, that's right, fuck that whore mouth. Slam your fucking cock down her throat. You gonna cum, daddy? You gonna cum for me?"

I felt Rosa go limp, and took that as my cue to pull out of her mouth, leaving her panting. Violet took the curvy woman in her arms and began kissing her, stroking her hair. I stood up on shaky legs, and turned to Lillian.

She was gorgeous. I hadn't gotten a clear look at her from just her reflection, but she really was stunning. As tall as Violet, but with a curvier shape, bigger tits, rounded edges. Her legs were long, smooth and slender. Brown doe eyes blinking up at me, with an unabashedly horny look on her face. She breathed deeply and heavily, her chest rising and falling. Her legs were still either side of me now that I had turned to face her, and her pussy was drenched from girlcum and pool water.

My cock still slick with Rosa's saliva, and all the juices it had encountered that day, I fell forwards onto my hands in a push-up position, my arms either side of Lillian, trapping her beneath my body. She bit her lip, reached down between my legs, and gripped my slippery shaft, guiding it towards her boiling hot slit.

I entered her, and immediately shoved my hips down, bottoming out in her depths, our pelvises touching. Lillian shrieked, literally screaming out loud, but her eyes never closed. She kept them on me, almost unblinking, and lay there as I began to fuck her, jerking her own hips in time with mine, those eyes fixed on me.

"Ohhhhh... daddy... that's right. That's it. Fuck me, daddy. Harder. Harder!" I obliged, falling forwards and lying on her, gripping her body in my hands and pumping my cock in and out of her like a machine.

"Use me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Her cries grew louder, her sultry voice gaining a wild, crazed edge. "Are you fucking me, daddy? Are you fucking your little whore? Yeah... Right there... oh, you're gonna make me cum, daddy, you're gonna make my little whore cunt cum all over your huge fucking cock... Aaaaaahhh!"

Lillian's hips bucked and spasmed, her walls clenching and gripping my cock as she stuck her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me down into her.

And her eyes never left mine. Her mouth open, panting, her hips grinding into me as she rode her orgasm.

I came with her, unleashing my own orgasm inside her, filling her with my hot seed. My jizz leaked out of her, flowing from around my shaft as it mixed with her own juices. I pulled out, still cumming, and pumped my shaft in one hand, aiming it all over Lillian's prone body. I sent great, thick ropes of cum across her tits and torso, plastering her, a couple of squirts making it up to her face and mouth. She just lay there, letting me coat her in my spunk as our combined juices flowed out of her still-gaping snatch.

I barely had time to take in the vision of the woman who lay below me, utterly lost in sexual rapture, before Rosa and Violet appeared at either side, and began cleaning Lillian's body off with their tongues. She shivered and squirmed at their touch, particularly as Violet began licking and sucking her nipples - but all that time, she stared up at me.

With one long, exhalation, Lillian smiled. I smiled back down at her, as Rosa began to lick the bodily fluids from my cock.

"Good thing..." panted Lillian, eventually, "good thing I... set the cameras... to record..."



Living With a Goddess Ch. 07



Author's Note: It's been a while, huh? This is the penultimate chapter of Living With a Goddess. Thank you all so much for your continued support. We've got a bit of story to get through before the big finale, so sit tight!

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"OK, now stand up."

I was sitting in mine and Melissa's bedroom, naked as I usually was these days. My cock in my hand, slowly growing as I stroked it, I obeyed the voice, standing up.

"No, the other way. Turn around," said the voice.

Smiling to myself as I turned, I addressed the voice. "You know, Lillian, this would be a lot easier if I knew where your cameras were."

Lillian giggled over the speakers. "Where would the fun in that be? OK, stand there. Just like that, stroke that cock for me."

I obliged, my shaft thickening at my touch. "I didn't even know you had cameras in here. You know this is me and Mel's bedroom?"

"Oh, I know," said Lillian. "Some of my favourite views come from in here."

I got harder at the thought of Lillian watching Mel and I going at it on our bed. We'd made the room into our own little space over the weeks, or maybe months, that we'd been living in the palace. There was my old Nintendo in the corner, and a huge walk-in closet we'd filled with all our clothes - not that we ever really wore any.

"By the way, where's Asta?" I asked. "I haven't seen her in a while," "You keep an eye on everything, have you seen her anywhere?"

"No," said Lillian. "Now shush. Keep stroking yourself."

I smiled. "You like that, don't you?"

I heard Lillian squirm. "Mmm, yes daddy. I love watching you hold that big, thick cock in your hands. I want you to think of me, jerking off your cock, sucking it, taking it down my throat..."

Lillian knew exactly how to turn me on. That girl was the queen of dirty talk, and as if that wasn't enough arousal I could make out the soft, wet sounds of her fingering herself while watching me. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene she was describing.

"Oooh," I said, the words coming without warning, "I want you, Lillian. I want to fuck you..."

"Yes, daddy. Come and find me. Come and fuck me."

I opened my eyes. That sounded like an invitation to me. "Where are you?" I asked.

There was a buzz of static, and I heard her laugh. "Silly daddy," she said. "You have to find me."

I didn't need telling twice. Still naked, my hard cock swinging out in front of me, I went for the door. Lillian's soft, deep voice followed me: "And when you find me... I want you to take me..."

I walked down the corridor, my dick softening a little with the lack of immediate stimulus, but still semi-hard at the thought of fucking Lillian's dark, slender body. I checked every door I came across - the rooms switched round all the time, and any one of them could be Lillian's little office hideaway. Spurned on by lust, I strode down the hallways, flinging doors open on either side. Kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms, strange rooms I had no way of describing. But not Lillian.

"Keep looking," said the voice on the speakers. "Mmm... I hope you get here before I make myself cum..."

I flung open yet another door, ready to turn and move on when I saw it was the wrong one. But I stopped, frozen to the spot. So did the two women in the room.

My girlfriend, Melissa, was on all fours on a large four-poster bed, the satin sheets clenched in her fists. On top of her, paddle in hand, was Violet. The handmaiden was wearing a strap-on, and it was buried in my girlfriend's cunt.

Mel stared, flushed. "Hi, sweetie."

Violet winked at me. "Want to help teach your lady a lesson?" she asked, holding out the paddle to me. I noticed the bright pink patch on Mel's ass, the paddle-shaped mark stretching from the paler skin near her buttcrack, across the bikini tan line and all the way to the bronzed flesh of her thick thigh.

As tempting as it was, I was on a mission. "I'm looking for Lillian," I said. "Do you know where her room is?"

Mel and Violet looked at each other, and shook their heads. "Are you going to fuck her?" asked Mel.

"What do you think?" I grinned.

Slowly, Violet pulled her strap-on back out of Melissa's pussy, causing my girlfriend to sigh as the toy left her, a clear trail of her juices dangling between the two as Violet started undoing the straps.

"What are you doing?" Mel asked. I knew that voice. She had been getting close, and was craving more.

"I'm going with the man here," said Violet. "If that's alright with you, John?"

"I think Mel would prefer it if you finished her off," I said.

"No, I'll come too," said Mel, sitting up. "We can fuck while we watch you fuck Lillian."

I looked at her, and couldn't help but smile. "I love you," I said.

"Duh," she said, rolling her eyes at me playfully. She kissed me, and I kissed her back, and the kiss quickly turned deep and passionate. When we pulled apart, Mel's tan face was flushed, and my cock was standing to full attention, pressed between our bodies. Violet was standing, watching.

"Uh, guys," she said. "Task at hand."

"...Yeah," I said. "Come on."

All of us still incredibly turned on, and my cock swinging in front of me, the three of us left the room and carried on down the hallway, looking for Lillian's room.

"Kitchen!" said Violet, trying yet another door.

"This is one of your toy cupboards, Vi," said Melissa, shutting that door behind her.

"Dammit," I murmured to myself. "Why did there have to be so many rooms in this place?" I reached for another door handle.

"Wait!"

The voice on the speakers rang out through the halls.

"Aha!" Violet cried as the girls ran over to me, and the door I had almost opened.

"This is your room then, Lillian?" asked Melissa.

"No! It's not, I swear. Just... don't open that door. You'll ruin the scene."

"The... scene?" I asked.

"Megan and Rosa are in there. I don't have a video of just the two of them together yet. And this one is getting... oooohhh... really good..."

Violet just stared at the door. I could practically see her mind at work as she imagined what was going on inside. "Lily," she whispered, "c-could I borrow that video when they're done in there?"

A faint buzzing came over the speakers. Lillian made a response, but it wasn't anything resembling words. She breathed deeply, and managed to whimper: "Hurry..."

"Well," I said to Violet and Melissa, "I guess that's not her room. But we need to find that office, because I am getting a little bit pissed off, and very horny."

"I might just stay and listen at this door," said Violet quietly.

"Vi!" yelled Melissa. "Come on! We can do this. There can't be that many rooms left to check, right?"

"I feel like we've checked everywhere, though," I said. "There must be something we're missing."

"Well you'd checked a whole bunch of doors before you found us," said Mel. She reached out and put a hand on my arm. "Think back. Are there any doors in here you haven't opened already?"

My eyes widened, and I smiled at her. "I've just had an idea," I said. I bolted back down the hallway, spurred on by lust.

"Honey?" Mel called after me. "Where are you going?"

"Follow me!" I yelled back, and Mel grabbed Violet by the arm, yanking her out of her daydream, and the two of them ran naked after me. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Mel struggling to hold her boobs in place so that they didn't flop around everywhere as she ran.

Eventually I reached the door that I knew Lillian would be behind. I stopped in front of it, panting.

"Honey?" said Mel, once the two of them reached me. "This is our room."

"I know," I said.

"But we keep the door propped open, so it never switches. And we were in here this morning. It couldn't be any other room."

"She's right, dude," said Violet. "You can see inside. That's your room. Not that I, ha ha, spy on you or anything."

"We know you spy on us, Violet," I said.

Violet turned to Mel, who nodded. "We didn't say anything because it's probably hotter for you to think we don't know. Plus we really get off on it."

"I... oh," said Violet. "Well if you knew I was hiding in there, why didn't you drag me out and fuck me?" she yelled. "Mel, you know I wanna get used by the two of you. That would be so hot!"

I turned to Mel. This was the first I'd heard of this particular fantasy of Violet's. Mel nodded at me. "It's true," she said.

"OK, we're definitely doing that," I said. Violet yelped with glee and threw her arms around me. "But first," I said, laughing and pushing Violet's hands off me, "follow me..."

I led the girls into the room, and like, every other room we'd seen, it was empty.

"Honey, we've checked every door in the palace," said Mel.

I smiled at her. "Not every one." Gesturing to the girls to follow me, I tiptoed over to the door of our walk-in closet.

"You don't think -" Violet began, but I put a finger to my lips. Slowly, I opened the door.

Inside was a small, cramped office, full of filing cabinets, lit by a single lightbulb. And sitting in a chair, a vibrator shoved up her quivering pussy, was Lillian. The slender handmaiden opened her almond-shaped eyes and spun round to face us. Her eyes widened when she saw I wasn't alone.

I grabbed the chair Lillian was in and tugged it forcibly out of the open door of what was a closet. She shrieked with delight, dropping her vibrator to the ground, as Violet and I each took one of her arms and guided her to me and Mel's bed.

"Daddy... you came..." said Lillian softly.

"Did you?" I asked.

She sighed. "No... I was edging myself. Waiting... oh my goddess, I'm so close..."

We all lay her down on the bed. Violet sat by her head, stroking her hair gently. "She needs to be treated gently..."

Lillian shook her head. "What I need is daddy's cock in my fucking pussy."

Violet grinned at me. "You heard the lady!" Returning her smile, I took my length in my hand, stroking it as I walked over to where Lillian's ass was just hanging off the edge of the bed, her legs spread and her pussy practically flowing with wetness. I started teasing the head of my cock up and down her slit, and she moaned.

"Just fucking fuck me! I need your cock in me daddy..."

I shoved my entire length into her dripping cunt. Lilian moaned as I began to buck my hips, pounding at her soaking pussy and feeling her tight, slick walls pleasure my shaft. Violet lifted a leg over Lillian's face and sat on it, her asshole placed right above the girl's mouth. Lillian took no further prompting, and dove into Violet's tight butthole with her long tongue. The redhead squealed in delight as she was penetrated.

Melissa spoke from behind me. "Any space for me?"

Violet responded by holding out her hands and making grabbing motions. My girlfriend clambered onto the bed and thrust out her chest at Violet, who greedily attacked her tits with her hands and mouth. Melissa moaned at the attention, and began fingering herself, her other hand groping Lillian in time to the schlicking sounds coming from her own pussy.

I kept fucking Lillian, watching her slender body shake with every thrust of my cock. It wasn't long at all before she moaned deeply into Violet's ass, and her hips bucked into mine, spasming as she was lost in her orgasm. Violet got off her face to let her breathe, and watched enraptured as Lillian screamed through her climax, her face a mask of ecstasy.

We all slowed down a little to watch Lillian cum, her pretty, exotic face screwed up in pleasure. After a long while, she was left panting and gasping for air.

She smiled up at me. "Thank you, daddy."

I smiled back and slid my cock out of her dripping pussy, translucent strings of her girlcum dripping between us. Violet saw the opportunity and ducked her face down by my cock, slathering Lillian's cum along her cheek and taking me into her mouth to clean.

I reached down and stroked Violet's hair as she licked and sucked at my cock, salivating so much she wasn't exactly cleaning it at all. She looked up at me, her lips stretched into a lewd circle by my shaft, and winked. I could have cum then and there.

Instead I clambered beside her, pinning her to the bed with my arms and swinging one leg over her, my engorged dick slapping against her stomach as I positioned myself above her. She squealed with delight, her squeals quickly dropping to a low, throaty moan as I grabbed my shaft and slowly slid myself inside her.

The noise from the others seemed to fade for a moment as I gazed down at the woman below me, her mouth open, panting and grinning, her blue eyes wide, her red hair fanning out on the bed below. She gave a mock struggle, her slender limbs shaking in my grasp, but I held her firm and began to move my hips, thrusting my huge cock in and out of her boiling wet pussy. She began making an adorably lewd panting sound, short high breaths, as I picked up speed and started giving her a hard, fast fucking. Her small breasts quivered a tiny amount with every movement, and her eyes stayed fixed on mine.

"You keep this up..." she breathed, "you're going to make me cum... so... fucking... hard..."

The last word trailed into a whine as I clenched her tightly, pressing my body into hers and allowing the full overgrown length of my cock to penetrate her depths. She shook in my hands, twitching, her face a porcelain portrait of ecstasy, and I let myself give in.

I exploded inside Violet, my cock pulsing, extending her orgasm as we both cried out together. Great spurts of cum filled her, beginning to flow out of her cunt, and I just kept cumming, more and more jizz erupting inside her utterly defiled pink snatch.

Eventually, we both stopped writhing on the bed, and lay there, me almost crushing her in a tight embrace. She weakly lifted her head and planted a row of kisses along my neck and shoulder.

"Thanks," she said, and winked.

I almost laughed, but felt too spent. "Don't mention it."

Simultaneously, we looked over at the others. Rosa, Lillian and Melissa were all staring at us, mouths open. Lillian was furiously masturbating.

Mel cleared her throat. "That was hot."

Violet smiled. "Just so you know sweetie, we're all really glad you share him."

Melissa smiled back. "If that's what you get up to, I'm more than happy..." She fixed me with a stare I knew all too well. "...but if you'll excuse us, I need to borrow him for a while."

***

Asta walked through the door she had made in the bathroom, only now it was in a different bathroom. She liked mixing things up. It still led to the same place though, and she blinked in the sunlight as she stepped out into Heaven. The lush grass felt like a thick carpet on her bare feet, and the same smiling angel stood to greet her.

"Lady Asta," the young woman said.

Asta hugged her. "How are you, sweetie?"

"Well..." said the girl, but when Asta pulled out of the embrace (after making sure to press her breasts firmly into the girl's own) she saw a solemn expression on the angel's dainty features.

"Oh?"

"I... Lady Asta, I'm afraid you've been summoned."

"Summoned?" Asta said, her brow furrowing instantly in indignation. "By whom exactly? Who has the power to summon me?"

The girl simply gave a worried look as the world around Asta faded into white light, and she was taken.

***

"Fuck."

The single syllable came unbidden. I couldn't help it. Melissa's full lips were wrapped tight around my shaft, even as her jaw strained to accommodate my girth. She had just slid forward, taking me deeper until I felt my sensitive head slip down into her hot, wet throat.

My girlfriend looked up at me, her eyes watering slightly, her mouth stretched lewdly around my enormous cock. That was the signal. I focused, bringing my mind into an odd meditative state somewhere between complete calm and rampant, animal lust. I felt the power come to me. I nodded down and her, and she gave a muffled noise, telling me to go for it.

I came. The orgasm was instant, as though I'd been building to it for hours. I felt my knees shake at the sensation but I stood there and watched as Mel fought to keep her lips around my shaft. The first jet of cum powered down her throat, but the second made her cough, and from there it was a losing battle. Her mouth slipped, and my next spurt caught in her cheek, beginning to seep out of her mouth. She pulled back off my dick, and opened her mouth wide, taking the rest of my load onto her wet, pink tongue. Her mouth quickly filled with my jizz, trails of the sticky white mess trickling down her face and onto her large, tanned breasts. I grabbed my cock and pumped, aiming the last few squirts of cum at those awesome, full melons, glazing them in my seed, before falling backwards onto our bed.

Mel appeared beside me, lying down and stretching out her body next to mine, pressing her tits on either side of my arm so that I was trapped in her cleavage. She smiled, still wiping my cum off her face, and nuzzled her forehead against mine.

"I think that counts as a win for me?" she said.

I smiled. "Yes. Absolutely. You win. You win all the... everything."

Mel giggled, and hugged me tighter. Some of the cum that was still on her chest trickled onto my arm. "You can pretty much control it completely now, huh?" she asked.

"Mmm," I said. "I have to kind of... reach this mental state. But once I'm there, I can cum on command."

Mel arched her neck and kissed me on the nose. "You'd better be using that all the fucking time now, you hear me? I want cum showers every morning."

"I dunno if even my magically enhanced load could manage that," I said, though I smiled at the thought.

Mel tangled her naked, slightly sweaty legs in mine. "Well," she said. "You or Megan."

"You're so happy she's a squirter, aren't you?" I asked.

Mel just made a noise in her throat like a sexual growl. I laughed, and leaned over to kiss her, lightly, on the nose.

"Gooey," she said, softly.

There was a sudden, blinding light. I covered my eyes, and Mel shrieked, doing the same. When the light had cleared, and we dared to look, there were three figures standing at the foot of our bed.

One was Helena. The death goddess was radiant as ever, in a simple white tunic that hung loosely from her perky breasts, and hugged her slender figure. The man standing on her right was tall, relatively well-built, and wore a stylish three-piece suit. He was also bright red.

"Hey, man - aw, jeez, I didn't wanna see that. Cover up, bro," said Dhalsim. I hastily grabbed a fistful of the covers me and Mel were lying on and pulled them over us.

The third person in the room was indescribably beautiful. I felt Mel shuffle beside me as she saw this person, and I knew we both felt the same desire: to follow this person, to serve them and love them forever -

SHIT, said Lucifer. SORRY.

The effect left instantly, like it had been switched off.

Dhalsim wrinkled his nose. "Something in this place amplifies magic. Also amplifies sexual drive in humans. And..." he sniffed. "A whole bunch of other stuff. She certainly knows what she's doing."

Helena looked at me. She looked anxious, her elegant features pulled into a frown. "John. Where is Asta?"

I stared blankly at them for just a few seconds more. The sheer unexpectedness of the arrival of these people - particularly these people - had me stunned. "Um..." I managed. Now that I thought about it, where was Asta? When was the last time I'd seen her? "I don't know," I said.

"Damn it all to Hell!" said Helena. Quickly, she turned to Lucifer, an apologetic look on her face. "No offense."

NONE TAKEN, he replied, though I detected a note of reproach in that huge, bewildering voice.

"What's going on?" asked Melissa quietly, clutching the covers over her breasts.

Dhalsim looked at us. "Shit's kind of hitting the fan in the Heaven of the sex gods."




Living With a Goddess Ch. 07



Helena looked at me, worried. "I think you'd better come with us."

***

"So what's all this about, exactly?" I asked Dhalsim as we waded through the green fields of Heaven. Lucifer had opened a door in mid-air, and after we'd all stepped through and rejected the advances of the cute young angel at the other side of the door - Dhalsim most reluctantly - we'd started walking, following Lucifer to a seemingly arbitrary point in the middle of the grassy fields. Helena strode beside him, and Dhalsim, Melissa and I lagged behind.

"Big trouble, bro. Asta's at the Council, your Council I mean, right now, raising up a ruckus. Demanding this and that."

"My council?"

"Yours, yeah. All of yours, I mean. The Council of the Pantheon. Every set of deities has one. Down in the underworld, we've got Lucifer, Helena, Anubis, and the big guy, of course. You've got Eros, Aphrodite... bunch of others. The higher-ups, the ones in charge."

"And what exactly is Asta mad about?"

Dhalsim gave me a funny look. "Seems like she thinks only one person should be in charge. And that it should be her."

Lucifer suddenly stopped walking. THIS IS THE PLACE. We were standing in the middle of a field. The warm sun shone down on us.

He, or maybe she, turned to us. I WOULD ADVISE THE MORTALS TO COVER THEIR EYES IN THE PRESENCE OF THE PANTHEON.

Helena nodded. "Lucy's little thrall thing he does is nothing compared to the raw animal lust that shall be awakened in anyone who gazes on the face of one of the Council. These are powerful gods and goddesses."

Melissa held my hand as Lucifer stepped forward. There was a flash of bright light, and then the world around us was gone. In its place was a hall, huge and circular, its walls as high as the walls of that realm in the underworld Helena and I had been to. They were carved of wood, polished and shining, knotted into depictions of leaves and small animals, vines and bunches of grapes. Around us sat thrones, all facing inwards. In each one, a person sat.

"Don't look at them," Mel reminded me, and we stared at the floor.

I heard Asta's voice. "This is an outrage! I fulfil the prophecy! I deserve to rule!"

A voice like silk made of honey, or honey made of silk, responded. I fought the urge to look. "Your power is too unwieldy. You are of great concern to the Council of the Pantheon, Asta, and not just our own. I see the delegates from the underworld have arrived."

"John? Melissa?" Asta said, and I heard her come running to us. I dared to look up, and saw her face in front of mine, confused and angry and somewhat relieved. She was also completely naked.

"I'm sorry, Asta, I don't know... They dragged us here," I said.

"No, no, this is perfect. You're my evidence. Hey, dicks!" Asta screamed at the thrones. I did my best to look away. I glanced at Mel, who was keeping her eyes off the thrones by staring at Asta's chest. I did the same.

"Do not speak to us in such a -"

"Shut up, Cupid. Look, here's my evidence. I'm the one the prophecy spoke of. Only one disciple, see? Only one, and yet all this power."

"What you say is true. However..."

Asta screamed. "No! No howevers, no bullshit, OK? I won! I did it! I'm the most powerful, so just... just shut up!"

Mel looked at her, worried. "Asta, I think -"

"No, it's fine, Melissa," said Asta. "It's fine. I'm right, they just don't see it."

"What's this prophecy, anyway?" I asked her.

Dhalsim stepped forward. "That would be my fault. I kind of had this vision. You know how they just sort of come to me? A sex goddess, rising above the ranks and ruling over all the others. Thing was, she only had one disciple. Got the Pantheon's crotchless undies in a twist, I can tell you that much."

"And I'm the one in the prophecy!" said Asta. "Don't you see? One disciple, and yet all this power - that's me, John! That's us!"

"But..." I said, and Asta's face immediately got a little colder. "But surely it was your choice to only have one disciple?"

"Still counts," said Asta, waving her hand. "But these millennia-old fogeys won't give me what's mine!" She was yelling again, looking around the circular hall to each of the thrones. I didn't dare watch, so I turned to Lucifer and Helena.

"Is she right?" I asked. "Is she the one in the prophecy?"

"There's no way of knowing," said Helena sadly. "But I don't think it was meant to turn out... like this." The death goddess watched with sadness as her friend flew into another rage, screaming and cursing at the surrounding Pantheon.

"What's going to happen?" asked Melissa. "To our home? To us?"

"Don't worry, sweetie. We'll take care of you. But I think it's probably best if we execute our plan now. Lucy?"

DON'T CALL ME THAT, said Lucifer. COUNCIL OF THE PANTHEON OF THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF SEX, he called out, his voice booming like a thousand dying stars. I AM READY.

"Ready?" said Asta, spinning round. "What is this? What are you doing?"

"Lucifer the Beloved," said one of the voices from the thrones, "the Council of the Pantheon thanks you for your co-operation."

"Co-operation?" yelled Asta. "You went behind my back! You dirty motherfucking -"

And then there was a flash of light, and Lucifer and Asta were gone.

"The goddess Asta will be detained in Hades until we come to a decision on what to do with her. Council is adjourned."

***

"So let me get this straight," I said. "There's a prophecy."

"Yes," said Helena.

We were all back at the palace - except for Asta of course. Lucifer had gone with her, too. Me and Melissa had gotten dressed, and gathered the others together in the main hall. We all sat round on the huge bed by the waterfall: Me, Mel, Helena, Dhalsim, Rosa, Violet, Lillian and Megan. Everyone was confused, and more than a little worried. Quickly asking around, I realised no-one had actually seen Asta in a while.

"And Asta thinks it's about her," Rosa asked, slowly, "but it's not?"

"I mean, it might be," said Dhalsim. "But we don't think it is. And even on the off chance that Asta is this new ruler of the sex gods, she's going about it all wrong. She's too..."

"Unstable," finished Lillian.

"Well, geez, I wouldn't put it like that..." Dhalsim said, shuffling.

"What is this prophecy anyway?" asked Melissa.

"Yeah," said Violet, "What exactly does she think is going on?"

Helena sighed. "Dhalsim? It was your handiwork, after all."

"Hey!" said Dhalsim, holding his hands up. "They just come to me, OK. It's not my fault." He sighed. "Basically, a god or goddess is going to rise to power. Incredible power, never seen before, but he or she is only going to have one disciple."

"Well surely Asta fits the bill, then? I mean, that's all true for her," said Rosa.

"But the prophecy says this person will bring about a new age of peace. And the way your mistress is going about things..." Dhalsim trailed off.

"We think she might be going to far. She's going to hurt herself, and probably a lot of other people with her. No-one can contain that much power," said Helena. She looked at me. "You've certainly been doing your job."

I couldn't help but smile, and Helena blushed. Violet, who was nearest to me, punched me lightly on the arm.

"You can say that again," she said. "So, what now? We just wait for her to burn herself out?"

"And what happens to this place?" asked Rosa.

"We don't know," said Helena. "But, worst case scenario... Asta has to be contained permanently. This place would fall apart... I think it's already started, actually. I wouldn't try going through any of the doors during the power surge."

"She's got too much energy. This place is tied to her spiritually, and the architecture doesn't know how to handle it."

"What would happen if it... went?" Megan asked.

Helena looked at her. "You'd all have to go back to wherever you came from."

For the first time in a very long time, I thought of how my life used to be. Alone, in that crappy apartment, in my boring job. And I looked round the bed, at all the wonderful, beautiful women I'd met since I met Asta. Each one of them was a treasured friend, or more, let alone an amazing, passionate lover. Without Asta, I'd only have known Melissa, and I doubted I'd have had the courage to ask her out. Without Asta, I'd be sitting on a much smaller bed, in a much smaller room, with nothing. Without Asta...

"We have to help her," I said, and everyone was looking at me. "There must be something we can do."

Helena placed her hand on mine, and shook her head. "I'm afraid there's not. With Asta's power surging, it's probably best that we all just stay here."

We all sat there, in silence. Violet cradled Rosa in her arms. I held Melissa tight, and she squeezed Megan's hand. Helena and Dhalsim exchanged a sad, weary glance.

"We could -"

It was Lillian who'd spoken, but she stopped as soon as we all turned to her. She looked down at the mattress.

"What is it?" I asked.

Lillian looked up at me, then around at everyone. "I think I might have an idea. We'd all have to be up for it, though."

"Anything," said Violet, and a couple of the others nodded.

Helena looked puzzled. "What are you suggesting?"

"Demon guy," said Lillian. You can teleport, right?"

"Bit racist," said Dhalsim, "...but yes."

Lillian smiled. "I need you to go to my room, and fetch me a file. Can you do that?"

"Sure. Better go quick, before the dimensions of this place start collapsing. What file do you need?"

"It's on my desk. The label says 'Escape Plan'. And don't get distracted by the pictures.

Dhalsim saluted, standing up on the bed, and he disappeared in a puff of acrid black smoke. A few short seconds later, he was back.

"Got it. And, uh... nice pictures."

Lillian took the file, and handed it to Helena. "You think it'll work?"

Helena opened the file and started reading. Slowly, her eyes widened. "Where did you find this?"

"A couple of demon sisters I knew back in the day. We were... close. They heard some rumours, thought I might be interested. So I did some research, and, if I'm correct..."

Helena smiled. That smile turned into a grin. "I think you are. I think this might work."

"What is it? What's in the file?" Melissa asked.

Lillian smiled. "Asta's power levels are through the roof. Well, not exactly. But that's kind of the point - there's a roof. As in, there's a limit to how much Currency a god can hold at any one time."

Helena nodded. "I didn't think it was true. I mean, how can anyone know if there's a limit when the limit's never been reached? But if these findings are accurate, then it looks like another big burst of power would... overload her."

"Would she be safe?" Rosa asked.

"Yes, of course. She'd just sort of... empty. Go back to being a plain old goddess. Maybe even become mortal. But all that power would go, and we'd all be... well, we'd be perfectly fine."

"So basically, we generate so much Currency that she... pops?" Megan asked.

"In a metaphysical sense, yes," said Helena.

"And she's put up so many enchantments and spells to help her get more Currency. All the magic flowing through this place, through her, through all of us. It shouldn't even be that hard," said Lillian.

"Well, said Melissa, and she looked at me. "It would be quite hard."

All the girls were looking at me now. I was still a little thrown by the whole emotional whiplash. "Wait," I said. "What's going on? Why would it be hard?"

"Well, it'll have to be, won't it?" said Melissa, and she gently placed her hand on my crotch. "After all, sweetie, Asta only has one disciple."

The reality of what was being proposed began to dawn on me, and with it, a huge, shit-eating grin spread across my face.

"You mean..."

Violet reached out and placed her hands on my shoulders, leaning forward. "You're the only person who can save us, John. We're going to have to fuck you."

"All of us," said Rosa, and she shuffled closer, taking one of my hands in hers.

"I'd be glad to help," said Megan, smiling sweetly.

"And I'll help too, of course. It's the least I can do," said Helena, blushing. She leant in and kissed me on the cheek.

"And me!" said Lillian, and she went round behind me and placed her hands on my shoulder blades.

I looked round at all the beautiful women surrounding me. A familiar, warm sensation began in my crotch.

"Let's save Asta," I said.

Dhalsim cleared his throat.

"I'll just... go, then, shall I? Yeah? Um... right. OK."

And he was gone in a puff of black smoke.

Melissa looked round at all the girls. "OK, ladies. This is all about John. We need him to generate as much energy as possible. That means turning him on as much as we possibly can."

"Aye aye," said Violet, with a mock salute. "Luckily I keep some of my things around here." And she shuffled off to the side of the bed, reaching under and pulling out a box. She and Rosa rifled through it excitedly.

Lillian grinned. "The cameras are all rolling, of course. Oh, this is going to be fun."

"I shall do my best, John," said Helena.

I looked at Melissa, who took my hand in hers, and Megan's in her other. We all looked at each other. Megan and Melissa kissed, then Megan leaned in to kiss me. When she pulled back, Melissa's face came in to replace hers. She kissed me lightly on the nose, and giggled.

I smiled at her. "Bet you're glad I asked you out now, huh?"

***

Lucifer sat on a throne made of the twisted and broken skeletons of his enemies, observing the trapped woman in front of him. Asta was chained to the wall, each of her limbs stretched out in every direction by the glowing golden bonds. Her face shone with sweat, her chest heaving with every deep breath, causing her impressive naked breasts to rise and fall. Between her legs, her pussy glinted in the dim torchlight that filled the cave, and a trail of her juices shone as it trickled down the inside of her bare thigh.

She was turning herself on. Hopefully it wouldn't be enough to break free. Lucifer knew that she couldn't generate much currency on her own - none of them could. But he was wary of how much her powers had grown.

Asta grinned at him. "Chains, huh? Good choice."

THEY ARE NOT THERE FOR YOUR STIMULATION. THEY ARE THERE TO KEEP YOU HERE, said Lucifer.

"Oh, like you're not thinking of taking me here and now," she said, licking her lips. "Look how helpless I am up here. You could do anything you wanted to me..."

Lucifer stared blankly at her. DO NOT TRY TO PLAY THE TEMPTER AT HIS OWN GAME, CHILD.

Asta just smiled at him, a manic smile Lucifer had seen many times before in his long life. She had gone over the edge. The power had taken her. Such a shame.

"So," said Asta, in an attempt at a nonchalant voice. "Did it hurt?"

YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST TO TRY THAT LINE ON ME, said Lucifer with a small smile.

"Who says it's a line?" said Asta, pouting. "Maybe I just want to get to know you. Maybe I'm getting a little Stockholm syndrome."

Lucifer stood up. OK, he said, I'VE WATCHED YOU LONG ENOUGH FOR NOW. I SHALL LEAVE YOU NOW. SOMEONE WILL CHECK ON YOU SOON.

"How soon is soon?" asked Asta.

Lucifer shrugged. MAYBE IN TEN THOUSAND YEARS?

He left Asta hanging there by her chains, screaming and cursing at him as he disappeared in a blinding flash of white light.

Asta grimaced at the floor below. How could they? She was the rightful ruler of the heavens! But she waited. She knew her disciple would not fail her.

Slowly, she began to feel the energy begin to flow into her. John was getting hard.

Soon.