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Mortal Fantasies

By: D_Lynn



I awoke at 2am with images and text nagging me. It was a new story, new characters. The entire plot wasn't clear to me yet, and I knew it wouldn't be until I'd spent several days at my keyboard. That's how my muses usually delivered stories to me, in bits and pieces until suddenly it becomes clear. I'm their vessel of expression, a mere mortal slave to their captive creativity.

At least that's how my fantastical mind saw it. In reality, it was nothing more than electrical impulses traveling along neurotransmitters in my brain, at times causing me to wake up when I should be sleeping. 

I pulled myself up to a sitting position. There was no use fighting it. I'd learned that much after seven novels and fifty short stories. I was a slave to my writing muses.

By the time I was finishing my cup of coffee, the general tone of the story was gripping me. It was to be a non-consent story. Judging from the intense scenes flashing in my mind, it was going to be fairly violent. Great, there goes any chance of publishing it. My muses were often unconcerned with publishing guidelines. They merely supplied the creative inspiration. Making it fit for general audience consumption was up to me.

I opened my word processor and began thinking about the characters. The protagonist was female this time. My most recent novel had been about a male protagonist, so this was a nice change. Starting with hair color, I mentally flipped through the options. Bleach blonde, dirty blonde, red, auburn, light brown, dark brown, black. It occurred to me that maybe I should make her ethnicity different than my own, but my impatient muse shot down that idea on the premise that it would take an inordinate amount of time to research other cultures enough to do the character justice. Okay, scratch that. Brown hair with auburn highlights came to mind. It was the color of my hair, and quite frankly, very common. I decided to go with that. 

I started picturing her as a tall, willowy young woman of about 25 with perky little breasts. That image got swept away very quickly and replaced with a rather short, 5'2" woman of closer to 35. 36C breasts and curvy hips to match. Most of that description was again dangerously close to my real physical appearance but no one would know that. I wrote under an assumed ID, and besides, this wasn't going to be fit for publishing if I wrote it the way it was coming to me, anyway. 

Strong personality, I decided. Confident, but fallible, too. Somewhat of a loner, an introvert; caught up in her own fantasies at times. Occupation ... I can't make her a writer. That is so overdone. Some job that allows her to be alone a lot... I decided on Computer Programmer. A freelancer or consultant, something like that. I didn't have to be exact at this point, and none of what I'd come up with so far would likely be described outwardly. I just had to have a clear picture of this person for the story. 

In this case, that wasn't a difficult task, because aside from a few minor differences, she sounded a lot like me. 

Onto the male antagonist...an image popped into my head instantly. Tall, maybe 6'2". Wide chest and bulging biceps, but not cut like a workout junkie. Nice amount of belly fat and thick, strong, hairy legs. His face was not overly handsome. He resembled Gerard Butler, but only mildly. Scruffy facial hair, not quite filled in. His eyes were a hazel color but it was hard to tell from the way they squinted. They were piercing, though. Looked right through you. 

I felt chills beginning to form on my arms as I pictured him stalking the protagonist. Watching her patiently, tirelessly, with pinpoint focus. He was obsessed with her to a point that nothing else mattered to him. 

My nipples tightened at the thought of being desired to the point of obsession. It was a heady fantasy of most women I knew, but most definitely one of my favorites. I could already feel the sexual tension coiling within me. 

Sitting back in my chair, I took a deep breath. Okay, Dee, don't get carried away. Use this tension to drive your fingers to build this story. I didn't usually get this aroused from just the character building process. Ordinarily, it took me hours of writing to get me warmed up. Patience. Just relax.

I stared out into the darkness of early morning through the window next to my desk. A scene unfolded in my mind. Early morning, just like it was at the moment. The protagonist is at her desk, unable to keep her own creative code writing muse from waking her. He's out there. Watching her. My point of view shifts to his. Her face through the dimly lit window. She gazes into the darkness right at him but can't see him standing there. 

A growl emits from his throat. His cock instantly hardens but he is too mesmerized by her angelic face to do anything about it. Soon the pressure of his tight jeans will be too painful to ignore. Soon he'll have to take matters into his own hands, wasting his seed on her lawn, like he'd done so many times before. He thinks to himself, Soon, little one, I'll fill you with my seed, gifting you with my child. His motivations are clear. It's about possession. Owning her, breeding her, inhabiting her very soul. 

My point of view changes back, and I'm once again sitting at my desk. I've begun writing. The story begins there, no clear understanding of the characters yet, just an ominous tone. The dark side of his obsession.

***

"A rather strange request has come from a Heracleidae."

"One of Hyllus', I presume?"

"No, your supreme highness. In the broader term. An illegitimate son of one of Thespius' daughters, I believe."

"Mortal, then."

"Surprisingly, no, unless you grant his request."

"He wishes to become mortal? Who is this fool?"

"Nephus."

***

I decided on the name "Nick" for the antagonist. It was a simple name, easy to type, and it began with "N", which was, for some reason, important to me at the time. 

Five thousand words into the story and the antagonist's subtle redeeming qualities were beginning to take light. No one was perfectly evil or perfectly good. It was important that Nick not be perceived as a monster, even though what he was doing to Deanna was completely unacceptable. He would become, after all, her most cherished lover. That much was clear, although just exactly how that was going to happen was still a complete mystery. There were definite holes in the plot structure.

My aching bladder and rumbling stomach reminded me that it was time to step away from my desk. It was still morning, oddly enough, although the sun had been rising for several hours. It's just that when you start writing at around 3am, 10am feels more like afternoon.

I could clearly see a nap in my near future. I was going to need one if I expected to stay awake past 7 o'clock. I actually had a date that evening. 

It was my third date with Perry. I met him at the offices of the magazine for which I sometimes wrote articles. He was an editor there. He was a nice guy. Meticulous. Clean. He didn't talk too much or have strong opinions about anything. There was nothing about him to dislike. 

Our last date ended with a make-out session in his front seat of his car while sitting in my driveway. I couldn't seem to make myself invite him inside. I just knew where that would lead, and I wasn't ready. I was barely into the make-out session with him, although I was pretty sure that was due to my mind being on the migratory habits of barn swallows, the subject of a recent article I wrote on commission for the Audubon Society. That was the only reasonable explanation for my indifference. I am usually pretty willing to engage in sex. I write erotic novels, after all.

So, I was pretty certain that our date was going to lead to some sexual encounter. While I wasn't particularly excited about that with Perry, I hadn't actually had sex with another person in over a year, so I was due. 

I plucked some leftover pizza from the refrigerator and popped it in the microwave. My mind drifted back to my geeky protagonist, Deanna. She was a smart cookie, and too rational to get easily spooked. It was how she was going to get taken by surprise. Nick, being a brute of a man, wasn't particularly quiet. Nor did he think he had to be, since in his mind, she already belonged to him. 

As I stared at the pizza spinning round and round on the rotating plate, I imagined how easy it might be for Nick to approach. The buzzing microwave was quite loud. Deanna might vaguely recognize the sounds of footsteps but she wouldn't react, thinking it was her imagination. 

The microwave timer went off and I immediately retrieved the slice. Yeah, but do I really want him to take her in the kitchen in broad daylight? It seems so limiting. And too many knives around for her to stab him. It didn't feel right. It was plausible to a point, but not necessarily a conducive environment for their first encounter. Besides, all those clothes to deal with. When staging a ravaging, you want the girl to have on as few clothes as possible.

I burnt the roof of my mouth with the first bite of pizza. "Ow! Fuck!" I hadn't been that stupid in quite a long time. "God, where has my patience gone today?"

I managed to pound out a few more paragraphs to end the first chapter and then started on the second. The two main characters hadn't met, yet. I was determined to make it a slow burn, despite the fact that I felt this inner nagging to get to the good parts. 

Another thousand words later, I couldn't stop yawning. I'd hit my wall. Lack of sleep had finally caught up with me. I saved my file and ambled to the living room. Then I plopped down on the sofa and pulled the nearby throw blanket over me. 

"I'm here, my lovely."

His hot, humid breath blanketed my ear. I tried to move but he had me thoroughly pinned beneath him.

"There is no point in trying to escape. Besides, isn't this what you secretly desire?"

I shook my head but couldn't seem to form the words. A hand slithered up my shirt to grasp my breast.

"Such luscious breasts."

He pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to slowly roll it back and forth. I felt my traitorous body respond to his ministrations. 

"Yes. Your nipples tell the truth. They know that you are mine. That you've always belonged to me. Someday soon, they will nurse our progeny."

I shook my head violently in denial but still couldn't find my voice. I seemed to be paralyzed or something. Why can't I scream? Call for help?

His hand slid down my stomach and into my thin cotton shorts to caress my lower belly and hips.

"Such perfection, all for me. You are truly my gift from the gods. Not mortality. If only you could understand what I'm willing to sacrifice for you. I give my eternal life just to live one lifetime with you. You are everything to me."

I couldn't make sense of what he was saying but a calmness settled within me. He wasn't there to hurt me. 

"Yes, my little goddess, you're beginning to comprehend. I understand you in ways that you cannot yet imagine. I have watched you from afar for so long and felt your hunger. Let me ease your wanton desires, fulfill every fantasy."

My insides heated with each confession and promise he made. Was he the one I'd been waiting for all these years? The only person with whom I could share all my darkest, twisted secrets.

"I am the one you seek."

I gasped as I realized that he could read my thoughts.

"I hear your thoughts clearly when they are focused on me. You've been summoning me for many moons."

Then why haven't you come?

"It is quite complicated to explain. I had to find a path to your world. To you. But I am here now, love. And I promise to never leave you again."

His fingertips worked their way into my panties and I held my breath. No. 

He chuckled low, "Don't try to use your thoughts to lie to me about what you want."

His fingers caressed the top of my slit and I began to tremble with anticipation.

"You have obeyed me well by staying clean-shaven."

I've obeyed no one. I made the decision to shave. Years ago.

"Did you? Or was it because you imagined it was how your lover wanted your cunt? Bare, so that my tongue can explore your labia unhindered. So that I may delight in your juices glistening on your skin when you're aroused."

His finger pressed into my slit and stilled just above my clitoral hood. 

"You have become wet just thinking about me, as I am eternally erect for you."

He shifted and I felt his hardness against my backside. It was enormous, with a definite heat radiating from it. A sense of uneasiness gripped me. He could hurt me with that thing.

"Yes. It will hurt at first. But you will not be harmed or mutilated permanently. It's what you crave, isn't it? To be stuffed full until you can feel the very pulse of my blood through the veins of my cock."

I shuddered beneath him. It was something I'd only fantasized might happen. I'd never experienced such a thing. 

His finger began to slowly move in circles. He wasn't directly stimulating my clit, but the sensation was incredible. Just enough pressure to heat my core. It was unimaginable how well this man knew how to manipulate my body.

"Can you feel your cunt slickening? Your inner labial lips becoming engorged, and your clitoris swelling?"

I whimpered as I could most definitely feel all those things. I was beginning to want this man beyond reason. 

"This is but the commencement of your journey."

Journey? I could hardly focus on what he was saying. His finger had my mind spinning with lust.

"Your complete surrender to me. So that your innermost desires may be fulfilled."

It was what I craved more than anything else. I rocked my hips against his finger, urging him to touch more of me. My climax was rapidly building.

"Patience, my lovely slut. You are not yet fertile."

I gasped in a mixture of shock and embarrassment. He knew about my impregnation fetish, too. I'd never told anyone about that, never written it into a story, or so much as googled it.

"I know all your secret fantasies, love. You need not hide or be ashamed. My interests are identical to yours. So, you understand that I must impregnate you when I first take you."

No, no, no. I can't...You can't do that.

"Your struggles, your reluctance, will only spur me on. Taking you by force will satisfy both of our needs."

I woke up suddenly, my heart racing in my chest. The phone rang and I quickly realized that was what had pulled me out of my dream. I stumbled to my cell phone charger and squinted at the caller ID. Perry.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dee. Did I wake you?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. But that's okay. I needed to get up, anyway."

"Are we still on for tonight?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, definitely."

"I was hoping we could get an early start, but if that's not going to work..."

"No, that'd be good." I was anxious for the date to start. "What time?"

"Is seven too early?"

I frowned and then craned my neck to see the clock on the microwave. Shit. I'd slept longer than I thought. 

"We can make it later..."

"No, no, seven is fine."

"Do you want me to pick you up, or would you rather meet me?"

That was Perry's subtle way of asking if there was a possibility of sex. "I'd prefer it if you picked me up." And that was my subtle way of saying, 'yes'.

"Okay. I'll be there in an hour."

"Great. Can't wait."

"Me, too."

"I'll see you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

Perry didn't quite possess the confidence of the man in my dreams, but he would do for now. My nap had left me horny as hell and no time to do anything about it before Perry arrived. 

He was going to benefit from a very hot dream.

***

"Nephus is requesting an audience with you to plead his case, your highness."

"Refresh my memory."

"Nephus, son of Praxithea and Heracles, is pleading to become mortal."

"Ah, yes. I remember. Can you recall ever receiving such a foolish request?"

"Not in the last millennia, no. Will you grant him a meeting?"

"I suppose so. If for no other purpose that to hear his reasoning."

"I will relay your acceptance."

***

The date was moving along fine. We'd hardly had a chance to talk since the restaurant he'd chosen was both busy and loud, and we'd gone straight to the movie afterward, barely catching the 9 o'clock showing.

As Perry was pulling into my driveway, lustful thoughts began seeping into my mind. I could almost hear his voice again, feel his hot breath on my ear, the tip of his finger moving in maddening circles. 

"You want to come in?"

Perry's eyes widened. "Sure."

I practically darted to my front door. I could only just picture poor Perry scrambling up the front lawn behind me. Once inside, I threw my arms about his neck and began kissing him wildly.

"Oh!"

I realized that I'd caught him off guard. To him, I was probably acting like a crazed lunatic. I stopped kissing him to look him in the eye. "Is this okay with you?"

"Yeah ... Just ... Slow down a little."

I heaved a sigh and managed a smile. "Okay. You want something to drink?"

"What do you have?"

"Wine. Beer."

"A beer would be great."

"Okay. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable."

I walked to the kitchen, a little out of breath from my brief loss of self-control. The burning inside me had subsided a great deal. Where are you when I need you, my imaginary man? I tried to picture him clearly in my mind. I was already losing parts of my dream. His warmth was being replaced by a cold, almost angry feeling.

I returned to the living room to find Perry half undressed on the sofa. This time it was my turn to be shocked.

"Oh!"

"You said to make myself comfortable. This is what you want, right?"

My immediate gut reaction was No, but saying that out loud would give definite mixed signals. After all, wasn't my tongue just down his throat a mere five minutes earlier? 

Okay, just go with it. Maybe you'll get into it more once things heat up a bit.

"I did say that, didn't I?"

I set our beers down on the coffee table and reached out to touch his now bare chest. He flinched at the contact, and I realized that my hands were cold.

"Sorry."

I moved my hands to his sides to warm them up before moving them back to more sensitive areas. In my mind I pictured my impatient lover grasping my wrists and guiding my hands to his nether regions, completely unaffected by the coolness, anxious for my touch. 

I peered up at Perry as my fingertips traced tiny circles around his nipples. I couldn't tell if he liked it or not. "Does that feel good?"

Perry nodded. I waited for him to make a move to remove my shirt, but he just stayed where he was, almost frozen in place. 

"Would you like for me to take off my shirt?"

Perry nodded again. I wasn't sure what to make of his silence. I wasn't asking him to talk dirty or anything, although I was quite sure that it would turn me on if he did.

I sat more upright and pulled my tee over my head in one movement then searched Perry's face for approval. I'd chosen a white lacy bra and was wearing matching panties in anticipation of having sex with him. He gazed at my bra, appearing a little more amazed, than pleased. It was a minor letdown. In my fantasies, my lover is expecting me to wear nice things for him. There would be no amazement, just an appreciation of my compliance.

Reaching around my back, I unclasped my bra and allowed it to slide down my arms onto my lap. Arching my back, I presented him with the goods. 

A tiny smile tugged at his lips as his tongue snaked out briefly to wet his bottom lip. It was the first sign he'd given me of his desire. If I'd blinked, I would've missed it. 

"You can touch them if you want."

Perry's hands slowly approached my breasts until he was cupping them gently in his palms. The warm contact of skin on skin felt amazing. I closed my eyes to concentrate on his touch. His fingers caressed my skin, careful not to squeeze too hard. 


Mortal Fantasies



I moaned and arched my back to signal that I wanted more. He was handling me like a china doll when what I needed was to be handled like a lover. I slid my hands over his and squeezed, guiding him to kneading my globes with more vigor. He leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the now growing peak.

I was immensely pleased that he was starting to pick up on my signals. I wanted him to take initiative. I encouraged him by moaning and cooing softly.

"That's it, baby. That feels so good."

His tongue stopped moving when he heard my voice. He pulled away from that nipple, glancing at me momentarily before moving to the other side.

Did I throw him off? Why did he look at me like that? I was having such difficulty reading him. We weren't in sync, yet. First time sex is always like this. Being in total sync is a fantasy, you know that. I tried to put my fantasy man out of my head. He wasn't real. This was reality. I needed to learn to deal with what was real.

I guided Perry's face to mine for a kiss. His lips were hot from suckling my nipples. I briefly recalled another fantasy of mine and it sent a jolt of arousal down to my pussy. It was the first jolt I'd had since we first arrived. Yes.

"Let's move into my bedroom."

Perry nodded and I captured his hand in mine to lead him down the hallway. 

***

"I've agreed to this meeting out of sheer curiosity. What possible logic could you have for wanting to become mortal?"

"Love."

"Love? Of a mortal, I presume?"

"Yes, your highness. Have you not experienced this very thing before?"

Zeus shifted in his seat. "Careful, Nephus. Hera is never far."

"I want to spend a lifetime by her side."

"There is nothing preventing you from taking her. Impregnating her, if that is your desire. I will allow it."

"I don't wish to create a bastard child."

Zeus nodded in sudden understanding. "Ah, yes. You are the bastard of my bastard son. You wish to marry this human?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure this is her wish?"

Zeus swept his arm to the side and the clouds parted beneath them, revealing the naked couple in bed. Nephus' jaw tightened as he looked upon his love beneath that insipid mortal.

"I will not tolerate a tirade over a mortal human."

Nephus released the breath he was holding and relaxed his coiled muscles. "It is not necessary. She will choose me."

"Free will is my gift to mortal man. It is a cardinal law."

"I understand."

Zeus scratched his chin in thought. The clouds once again fused together below them. "I believe you will come to regret this thing you ask."

"I will not."

"Even if she does not choose you, and you are left alone on earth?"

"Even then."

"I must think on this some more. Leave me now. I will summon you when I have made my decision."

***

I slipped out of bed and padded to the kitchen for some water, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake Perry. I needed some time alone. To think.

Something had happened earlier. Just about the time Perry was unloading into his condom, which was about thirty seconds after he entered me, a feeling of shame and regret washed over me. I felt like I was cheating on myself. Settling for something so much less than what I wanted. 

Why can't I just be happy with what I've got? Perry is a genuinely nice person. He cares about me a great deal, is even in love with me, maybe. He'd make a great provider, a loving husband. He'd never hurt me or cheat on me. And he would never leave me.

They were all the rational arguments. The important reasons for moving forward with Perry. Sex wasn't everything, and it would likely get better as time went on, even if he never did the things I fantasized about. So, what. That's what fantasies are for, right?

I stared out into the darkness of my back yard, not caring if anyone could see my naked body through the window. Actually wishing that there was someone out there watching me. Stalking me. Unable to sleep as long as I was awake, for fear of losing one precious moment of time with me. 

"Are you okay?"

Perry's voice startled me. I nodded. "I was just thirsty."

"Come back to bed."

A smile formed on my lips at his command. It was the first time he'd ever ordered me to do anything. I captured that glimmer of hope and held onto it as I followed him into the bedroom. 

***

Nephus dug his fingernails into the soil beneath him. He was enraged by her infidelity, even if he was mostly to blame. He shouldn't have entered her thoughts the moment they arrived, sending her into a state of misguided lust. As he was about to change course, he'd been summoned to Zeus, himself. If he refused, he would've lost his opportunity to plead his case. 

Now he remained out of her head. His thoughts were mostly incoherent at this point, anyway. Wild rages.

"I will have her and she will have me."

He growled and clawed at the ground, unable to do much else until that feeble excuse for a man was out of his way.

***

I heaved a sigh as I plopped down in my desk chair after bidding Perry goodbye at the door. He hadn't pushed me for sex again after that first time. I wondered if that was because he didn't enjoy it, or because he was trying to be a gentleman. 

At any rate, I was glad that he didn't. I had an awful time trying to sleep. I couldn't have gotten more than a couple of hours of shut-eye combined throughout the entire night. It was tempting to crawl into bed now instead of writing, but I was itching to get back to my story. I was very close to the scene where they finally meet for the first time.

I'd put my leading lady, Deanna, at a used book fair. She was browsing for some old reference manuals on COBOL. Her colleagues were making some nice side cash writing COBOL programs for companies in need of developers. She wanted in on the action. 

She followed the natural traffic flow around the tables of books, but then suddenly took a sharp turn as a book cover in the next booth caught her eye. 

Nick was there, of course. Watching her. Her sudden change in direction put her right in his path, nearly colliding them. She stumbled and glanced up at him with a somewhat coquettish smile. At least that's the way he saw it. 

The air between them heated to a thousand degrees in a matter of seconds, although no one seemed to feel it but him. She was attracted to him. His looks, anyway. They hadn't actually spoke to one another. Yet. He vowed to himself to move toward executing his plan. 

I wrote a bit more to finish out her day at the book fair, and set the stage for her to begin her education on COBOL. My unsuspecting geek heroine was facing a life-changing event. I planned on her attacker taking her that evening.

My eyes were feeling heavy after finishing the last paragraph. I impulsively saved the file and then scrolled up to the top to read through what I'd written so far. I did that periodically to ensure that it flowed well. 

Resting my head on my arm, atop my desk, I began reading.

"You've betrayed me."

I tried to lift my head, but couldn't. He had my face pinned to my desktop. 

"You let that insipid little worm fuck you."

Tears welled in my eyes. Please...I can explain.

"You think I can't feel your regret, you shameful whore?"

Please don't call me that. I didn't even enjoy it. I swear.

"Of course not. Do you know why?"

Because it wasn't you.

"You're learning, little one." His free hand caressed my back as he purred his approval. Suddenly, the purring stopped. "But you still let it happen."

I felt my chair being kicked out from beneath me, causing me to stand on my feet. He was still holding my face to the desk, so I was forced to bend forward at the waist. 

"You must be punished for your transgression."

Nooooo...

He yanked my panties up until the fabric was bunched between my ass cheeks, baring my buttocks. I wiggled to free myself from his grasp but his strength was too much for me. I screamed at him with my thoughts: Please don't do this.

"Your pleading is hollow. You want me to punish you for your bad judgment."

No, I don't.

The first slap came down hard on my left ass cheek. It burn like a thousand bees stinging me at once. I squirmed to move away from him but he still managed to deliver a blow to the other cheek, equal in strength to the first. It seemed there was going to be nothing I could do to stop him. 

He continued to deliver one harsh blow after another. It hurt so much more than I'd ever imagined. Tears flowed from my eyes. They were tears of shame and remorse. But most of all, they were tears of relief. 

"Have you learned your lesson?"

I nodded. 

He settled me back in my chair. I hissed as my sore cheeks came in contact with the scratchy fabric.

"It will all go away soon."

He leaned down to lick the salty tears from my cheek as he stroked my hair. 

"I did that for you, my ethereal beauty. So that you may be cleared of this sin."

Does that mean you forgive me?

"Of course. But you must not let this happen again. I am a jealous man who does not share his possessions. Understand?"

I nodded. I was becoming aware of the growing tension in my loins. His possessiveness, his discipline, his love...It was all arousing me.

"You have no idea how much it pleases me to have my wanton slut back."

I groaned. It sounded so deliciously filthy rolling off his tongue. My growing ache bloomed into a throb deep within my womb.

"I'm not going to take you now." I groaned again, this time in disappointment. "Soon, my love. Be patient for me."

A shiver awoke me from my dream. I reached back to feel my bottom. It wasn't heated or sore like in my dream. A wave of disappointment washed over me. It had felt so real. I could swear that I even smelled him this time. 

There was a wet mark where my face had been and I realized that I must've cried in my sleep. I couldn't recall ever doing that before. I must really feel guilty about my sex with Perry.

As if on cue, my cell phone buzzed to life. I'd put it on vibrate before I began writing. 

"Hey, Perry."

"Did I catch you sleeping again?"

"No. I woke up just before you called. How could you tell?"

"Your voice was raspy. It's kind of sexy, actually."

I chuckled.

"I was just calling to see how you were."

"I'm fine. I fell asleep at my desk while proofreading."

"I meant, how are you feeling about last night?"

"Oh. Fine. Good. You?"

"I'm more than fine."

"I didn't mean to imply...I'm sorry, my brain isn't quite functioning at the moment. It was great. I enjoyed it."

"Good. So did I. A lot, as if you couldn't tell." 

The fact of the matter was that I really had no idea if he liked it or not.

"Sooooo, when can I see you again?"

My stomach lurched at the thought of another failed sexual encounter so soon. "How about tomorrow night? Dinner?"

"Are you inviting me over to your place?"

I swallowed hard. It wasn't at all what I had in mind. "I...I don't have much here. Maybe we could go out? I could meet you at that little Italian place on Elm...?"

There was a moment of silence before he replied. "Yeah, sure. Eight sound about right?"

"Yeah, I can make it there by then."

"Okay. It's a date then. I'll see you at eight."

"See you then. Bye."

He hung up without saying another word. I knew I'd hurt him. It was best this way, though. He was a great guy, and someday he'd make some girl a great husband. It just wasn't going to be me.

***

"Have you made your decision on Nephus?"

"You'd know if I had."

Zeus heaved a sigh.

"He is my bastard grandson. One of Heracles' own flesh and blood. I cannot grant him a foolish wish without some assurance that it will not lead to a hundred years of pain."

"He's suffering now, your grace."

Zeus nodded. "Yes, but this hurt will be far worse for him. If only I had some sign that she would return his affections. Thus far I've seen little more than lust."

***

I'd written all the way up to the fateful night for my two characters. Deanna was sleeping naked in her bed; Nick outside her back door about to enter. 

I saved the file and stopped there. Something was bothering me. There was still a hole in the plot that I couldn't fill. How was Deanna going to fall in love with Nick? 

He was a stalker, an obsessed man who felt that his love for Deanna justified taking her against her will. Could she ever love him after he stripped her of that freedom to choose?

What makes one person fall in love with another?

I pondered that thought as I stripped my clothes off for bed. I'd decided that sleeping naked might help me to put myself in Deanna's place and write a more realistic scene.

Is knowing that someone loves you, enough justification to return that emotion?

I was certain that Perry was falling in love with me but that had no effect on my affection for him. Except maybe to make me feel guilty that I didn't reciprocate his feelings. Perry loves the part of me that laughs when he tells a corny joke, holds his hand when crossing a city street, kisses his cheek when he's embarrassed about something. It's the part of me easiest to love. He's never seen me when I've had no sleep and am plagued with writer's block. He knows nothing about my rocky relationship with my stepfather and mother, or my non-existent one with my father. He doesn't really know me.

Will knowing someone, alone, be enough for them to love you?

I couldn't answer that question, because aside from my fantasy man, no one had ever come close to knowing me. I felt I was inching closer to the truth, though. 

I settled beneath the covers and closed my eyes. Sleep would find me soon, and I hoped that my fantasy man would visit me in my dreams. I slid one hand down my belly as my other massaged my breast. I hadn't had an orgasm in days, although I'd teetered along the edge several times. Mostly while asleep and dreaming of him. 

I pinched my nipple between my forefinger and thumb and began rolling it, much like I'd dreamt him doing. I dipped just the tip of my index finger on the opposite hand into my slit and rested it above my clitoral hood. It wasn't the same as in my dream. My fingers were dainty compared to his massive ones. 

I stayed like that until sleep took me.

"You have been missing me, I see."

I moaned, so pleased to hear his voice. 

"You must give your pleasure over to me."

My hands slid off my body and fell to my sides like limp noodles. 

"Spread your legs for me. Show me your blossoming flower."

I felt the cool sheets beneath my legs as they slid across the mattress.

"So luscious. You are nearly in season."

I mewled at how aroused that made me.

"Yes, I know. You have many wicked fantasies that I love, but perhaps this one the most. Will you be able to wait until tomorrow?"

I shook my head. The throbbing deep within my channel was maddening. Please...

"Patience, my love."

I felt his hot breath on my inner thighs. I started panting in anticipation.

"Your sweet elixir is intoxicating. If I dare to sample it, I'm afraid you will wake and I will have to leave."

Don't leave. Please. I'll try harder to be patient.

"That pleases me very much. I was afraid you only wanted me for one purpose."

Who are you? What is your name?

"You know who I am. Relax. My name will come back to you."

N...Ne...It begins with a N. Nick?

"No, silly. That is the character in your book. Although, he does look strikingly similar to me."

Neffff... It's an odd name.

"In your world, perhaps."

Nephus.

I felt his lips touch mine in a kiss that was too brief. 

Nephus.

He kissed me again, but only for a moment. "Yes, my love."

Do you really love me?

"Oh, yes, my dearest. With all of my soul."

With that, he lowered his body, and pressed his lips onto mine for a lingering kiss. My lips parted and his tongue snaked past them to invade my mouth. I was completely enthralled by how good a kisser he was. It was truly mesmerizing. 

He pulled away with a chuckle. "I'm glad you liked it."

It's not fair that you can read my mind. 

"Soon I will lose the power."

Are you leaving me?

"No, my love. No matter his decision, I will remain by your side in whatever form."

Good. I don't want you to leave. I think I'm falling in love with you.

"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear you think that."

It doesn't make any sense. I hardly know you. 

"You know everything you need to know. The rest are meaningless details."

His mouth closed around my nipple. I gasped at the sudden warm, wet sensation. His teeth closed around my now protruding nub and began worrying my flesh between them. It bordered on being painful. I remained very still so that he wouldn't accidentally hurt me. But the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Tiny electrical impulses traveled down my belly to my clit. 

He repeated that procedure on the other side before sliding down my belly, kissing a trail to my navel and then laving his tongue over my freshly shaven mons. 

I tilted my pelvis as best I could to invite him to lick my pussy.

"Are you ready for me to go?"

No. It's just that you make me so horny.

"I like you this way. My wanton slut."

His tongue wiggled into my folds, tracing my inner labia, up one side and down the other. He slipped it into my opening and flicked the tip against the fleshy front wall.

I don't want you to go.

He lifted his face, but continued to caress my wet pussy lips with his finger. "Morning has arrived. I will not be far."

With that, he spread my outer lips with his thumbs and began aggressively assaulting my clit. It was too much. I'd been on the edge for so long, I couldn't stop my orgasm from gripping me.

I awoke with my inner channel convulsing. I'd climaxed in my sleep. 

"Shit."

My heartbeat was pounding in my chest and I was panting like I'd just finished a marathon. That was the most erotic dream I'd ever had. I didn't think it was possible to come while sleeping.

Well, technically you didn't. You woke up as you were getting off.

I thought about the vivid dream I'd just had. I wanted to remember every detail before it faded. But as I was beginning to recall the conversation, I realized that my questions about love had been answered. 

I knew how Deanna was going to fall for Nick.

***

"My decision has been made. I will grant this thing you ask."

"Words cannot begin to express my gratitude."

Zeus peered behind his back and then leaned forward. "I was once in love with a mortal, myself."

Nephus smiled and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was kneeling in Dee's backyard, rather than on a cloud on Mt. Olympus. He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

He listened for Dee's thoughts but all that was present were his own. 

"I'm mortal."

***

My fingers hadn't stopped typing since I got out of bed. I barely managed to throw on a robe on my way to my desk. Scene after delicious scene, the hottest I'd ever written, flowed from my fingertips. 

I'd managed to keep the initial ravaging within barely acceptable publishing guidelines. My editor might disagree, but with the ongoing development of my characters' relationship, I felt I had a case to argue. 

I started running out of steam when I couldn't decide on an ending. I kept trying to end it, but it never felt just right. That's when I realized that I needed to take a break. 

Glancing at the clock, I was hit with the shock that it was already evening again. I'd been sitting at my desk all day. I was starving, thirsty, and most of all, exhausted. Even when the writing comes easy, it can still be tiring.

I grabbed some string cheese and crackers. It was the only thing I had to eat that didn't require cooking. I drank a full glass of water and then filled another glass to take with me to the sofa. Turning on the television as I sat down, I didn't even acknowledge what was on. I just wanted noise in the house. Something to listen to. That's when it dawned on me. 




Mortal Fantasies



"Oh, shit!"

I realized that I'd missed my date with Perry. I scrambled to my phone. There was one missed call at 8:18pm. 

"Oh, no. I can't believe I did that. How do you explain to someone who doesn't write what it's like to be 'in the zone'?"

It was already too late to call him. He'd be asleep by now. 

"Shit, shit, shit!"

I felt horrible for standing him up. I'd never do that to anyone. Not on purpose, anyway.

I'll just call him first thing in the morning. I'll apologize and hope to hell that he understands.

I wasn't even sure why it was important to me that he forgave me. I wasn't planning to see him again, anyway. I guess it was because I didn't want him to think that I was the type of person who would do that to a friend. Because he was my friend. I knew that much.

I finished stuffing my face and stretched out on the sofa. The last thing I remember was watching back-to-back reruns of Magnum PI. 

It felt like I was floating in the air, and then my back came to rest on something soft. My bed. Yes, I was in bed. 

I shivered as cool air passed over my body. Then something immensely warm covered me. Something kind of furry. And heavy?

My eyes shot open. There was a man on top of me. 

"What are you doing? Get off of me."

A deep chuckle emitted from his chest. "You've been begging for me to take you and now you resist?"

That voice. It was his voice. "Nephus?"

He groaned as he positioned his cock at my entrance. "Say my name again."

My voice was hardly louder than a squeak. "Nephus?"

He plunged his cock inside me in one swift motion. I screamed out in agony. It felt like I was being split in two. 

"Stop! No! You're hurting me."

"Yes."

I flailed, trying to push him off me. This could't be the same man. For one, this man was real and the other Nephus, the one in my dreams, was not. 

He pinned me down with little effort as he held his offending rod inside me. "You will grow used to it in a moment."

"I don't want to grow used to it. I want you off of me."

"No, you do not."

"You must not be reading my mind very well, then."

"I can no longer read your mind at all. I am mortal now. But I know your face, every expression. I have studied this face for two decades. I can identify every emotion, nearly every thought."

"Two decades? Twenty years?"

"It sounds much longer when you say it that way. It was hardly the blink of an eye in my old world."

"I don't understand."

"I will tell you everything, love. But not until I've impregnated you."

"NO! You can't."

Nephus chortled as he rotated his hips, pulling out slightly and then sinking even farther inside. "I can. And I will."

The soreness from the initial penetration was starting to subside. All that was left was the sensation of one hell of a large cock filling every inch of space in my vagina.

"I have dreamt of this moment a thousand times and not one of those times felt as glorious as this. Your cunt is magnificent."

I gasped at his vulgar words. No one had ever talked to me like that. He'd done it in my dreams, but that was different. This time I could really hear the words.

He rocked his pelvis slowly. Once. Twice. I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out. My cunt began to quiver with delight. 

"Yes, my goddess. Give into the delight of our joining. Feel how perfectly we fit. You were made for me by Zeus, himself, I swear."

The flutter turned to a throbbing that was intensified by being filled with his enormous cock. "I'm going to come."

"Yes, I feel it. I'm going to come soon, too. Fill you with my seed. Breed you."

I gasped. 

"Yes. We will breed many times."

All at once my pussy exploded in orgasm. Nephus gripped my hips and began pistoning his cock in me at a blinding speed. One climax rolled into the next until I felt the pulsing of his ejaculate all the way down his shaft and deep into my channel. Pulse after pulse, he filled me with his seed. Each one delivered with a growl, until he finally collapsed on top of me, completely spent.

He shifted so his weight was resting on his arms rather than me, but he made no move to withdraw his cock. 

I glanced down at the meeting of our bodies. It was all so surreal. I hardly knew a thing about this man. 

"You've been watching me since I was twelve years old?"

Nephus nodded. "Why does that surprise you?"

"That's so young."

"Not really. Many girls marry at that age, where I come from."

"Where do you come from?"

"Mt. Olympus. I was immortal before today."

"Why? Did you get in trouble?"

Nephus chuckled and I felt the sound vibration through his cock. It was amazing how much I could feel with every inch of his cock touching every inch of my vaginal cavity. 

He brushed my sweaty hair from my face and kissed my forehead.

"I beseeched Zeus to make me mortal so I could be with you."

"You gave up eternal life to spend the next, what, fifty years with me?"

Nephus nodded. 

"Get off me!" I pounded on his chest. "How dare you."

Nephus pinned my arms to the bed and firmly shifted his weight so that his pelvis was holding me down. "You cannot overpower me. I am the son of Heracles."

"Heracles? Is that the same as Hercules?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"Oh, this just keeps getting better. Is there anything else you want to tell me about yourself?"

"I want to share everything with you."

"I suppose it never occurred to you to ask me what I wanted."

"I did. Many times. I have heard your thoughts, your dreams, wiped your tears when you sleep. I've even inspired your writing, along with just about every muse in Mt. Olympus."

"But you can't read my thoughts now?"

"No. I have no special powers. I am mortal."

"Then, if you know me so well, and have read my thoughts and everything, what are my deepest fantasies that I've never shared with a soul?"

"You have so many, love."

"Name them. Prove to me that you're not totally full of shit."

Everything so far could be explained. I probably spoke the name, "Nephus", in my sleep and this crazy, stalker dude heard me. The fact that he looks like my fantasy could be because I saw him one day at the store or something and used that image for my most recent character. Happens all the time. And the impregnation fetish, well, a lot of people have that fantasy. He just happened to get lucky. But the other fantasies, some I'd never so much as indicated outwardly that I had...if he knew those, then I'd know he was the real deal. 

I wasn't holding my breath.

"There is the obvious impregnation fetish. And while you've not focused on penis size, you have always longed for a tight fit."

"That's pretty easy. Most women do."

"You wish to be ravaged, but not raped. In general, you prefer a hard fucking to a gentle lovemaking session. Shall I continue?"

"Yes, please."

"You long for discipline. To be punished and corrected when needed, much like the spanking you received the other night. You felt better afterward, no?"

I nodded my head, not really sure how he knew about that dream of mine.

"You wish to be taken in public, but not in a way that will lead to your arrest. This is one I've been looking forward to fulfilling. I'm picturing a sundress. I impale you against a tree in the public park. I've pulled your strap down your arm but my large hand is blanketing your exposed breast."

The scene he described was right out of one of my fantasies. I could feel my pussy beginning to flutter.

He released one of my arms to slide his hand beneath my buttocks until his fingertip was resting on my anus. "You wish for me to take your anal virginity, which I am all too eager to do."

I bit my lip. It had been one of my fantasies, but not with someone so well endowed.

"I will be gentle, I promise. And you will be well-prepared."

"I thought you couldn't read my thoughts."

"I can't. I just know your every expression."

"Is that all my fantasies?"

"Not by a nautical mile. You are quite the naughty minx. But the one that you are most concerned about letting anyone know will be fulfilled in approximately 9 months from now."

I sucked in my breath.

"Shall I say it out loud?"

I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear it, but I knew that if he got this one right, he had to be telling the truth. Because no one knew this one. I nodded slowly.

"My naughty girl wants me to feast on her breast milk."

I felt the heat of my embarrassment all over my body.

Nephus went back to pinning my arms over my head as his head dipped down to take one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked until most of my breast had disappeared into his mouth. My pussy flooded with my own juices. The throbbing was intense. 

His pelvis began to rock again, his cock gliding in and out of me. He released my breast with a loud sucking sound. 

"You will grow tired of my suckling long before I ever do."

I rocked my pelvis against his. My orgasm was building to its peak.

"I passed your test, then?"

I nodded, panting beneath him. 

"Now it is your turn."

He stilled his hips and looked me in the eye. 

"I will not have bastard children, Dee."

"What do you mean?"

"You must become my wife."

My rational mind wanted to fight the crazy idea. But as I was about to utter, "it's too soon", I realized that I was probably already impregnated with his child. It was now or never.

"Do you love me, Dee?" 

An answer popped into my head immediately but I hesitated to blurt it out. 

I thought back to the story I'd been writing. Deanna was able to fall in love with Nick because he knew the worst things about her and loved her still. More than that. He embraced her little quirks and kinks. 

I looked into Nephus' eyes and knew right then that no one would ever love me the way that he did. "Yes."

"Do you think I'd ever hurt you?"

"No."

"Then give our children my name by becoming my wife."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'll marry you, if that's what you want."

"What do you want?"

"I want you."

"And so you shall have me, love."

"There's just one thing that I need to know. It's for my book, really. How is this going to end?"

Nephus grinned and kissed me on the tip of my nose. 

"Why, happily ever after, of course."

The End