3 comments/ 29153 views/ 5 favorites Oh My Goddess By: nushu2 The winter's gloom had ended and he emerged in the forest from his allotted time in hell. He was neither a man nor a boy but somewhere in between. His name was Adonis and he was cursed with legendary beauty that made even the Olympians swoon. His beauty was both a curse and a gift for he was doomed to spend a third of each year in hell and the rest on earth with his true love, Aphrodite. "My goddess. Oh my goddess. I've been away so long. Come back to me and make me whole again. I will worship at your altar and pray for your blessings. I sacrificed my virginity to you, my adored deity." He walked through the budding trees and flowers and the sun warmed his lily-white skin. He fondly remembered his first encounter with the goddess who seduced him out of childhood. She swept down on him and pinned him against the forest floor. He resisted but she coddled him and cuddled him. Between her wooing words, she kissed him. "Teach me how to love you. Show me those heavenly pleasures. Allow me learn how the gods make love." The first time, he was just a boy, and all he wanted was to hunt and play. He had no interest in girls and feared the gods. Her words fell on ears deafened by his own racing heart. Her kisses were unrequited against cold lips. She mistook his bravado for resentment. More than she wanted him, she needed him to want her. She freed her grip and removed her shining armour. Her soft hair fell as she tossed her helmet to the side. Adonis was moved by her beauty but his young heart was ignorant of lust. "Who am I to deserve you. What could I possibly offer you that your heaven cannot. I am just a mortal and new to your gift of love." He remembered how she pleaded with him but it was in vain. She told him to flee, if that was his desire, since he was not free for true desire. It wasn't till he felt her tears on his cheek that his fears subsided and he was able to think and feel again. It was like rain to a seedling. From sympathy, grew affection. He looked upon her face that glowed with radiant beauty and warmed his soul. He reached up to touch it and she kissed his outstretched fingers and palms. "I live to touch you and yearn to feel your touch. I would reach up to the heavens but I am bound to the earth." The sun set as if humiliated by being outshone. The envious moon looked down upon them. Her gentle kisses grew more aggressive and her hands clutched at the fabric of his clothing,. He felt her weight on him and her soft breasts pressed against him. She pushed herself onto him, squeezing out the very ether between them. His hands migrated to her firm buttocks and he clenched onto them. "I am reborn in your presence and wither without it. Why do you hide from me now? I am eager to spring back to life." She ripped his clothes from his body and lowered herself onto him and him into her. Her tunic flew to the side and he was escorted to heaven on earth. He was no longer confined but embraced upon the ground and looking at the stars. She lifted her face to eclipse the moon and the shadows withdrew. Then he saw her breasts which were as round and heavenly as the moon. The red nipples pointed, proudly, to her home. They were as steady as the moon as her hips ground into him. They stood apart from the earthly, passionate activity below and he reached for the divine orbs. "You are beauty incarnate. Here in the dust, we can only reflect your beauty. We crawl and climb and grow to get closer to you." From behind him came a soothing voice, "You pay such flattery. Do you no longer fear me? Were you so lonely in hell or do you have a story to tell?" He spun around and was in jaw-dropping awe of her beauty. He managed to close his mouth before he drooled. "There is no other. She is just a shadow in the darkness. A ghost that haunts my bed." She had changed her armour to the attire of an archer. She looked more vulnerable but looks can be deceptive. The goddess of love had lost her love and, now, her heart had hardened. Her love stood before her, but her heart was slow to soften. "In my anger, you were conceived. Born in incest, your parents deceived. They dared show vanity and pride. They took my name in vain and for their sins, they died." "That is the way of mortal things, to die and fade away. We count our seasons in futility. Some things are blessed to count just one and leave behind one more It is by your will that they had died and that I do live and, if you will, I will love." "Show some caution, mortal boy. The dignity of a goddess is no toy. I abandoned heaven in your name but don't dare think that I've gone tame." "Let me be your puppy dog. Tell me to heel and I will be at your side. Please, tell me." "You charm me with your innocence. I don't need your obedience. Around you, I feel less than the power of a god and more the unrelenting love of a dog." "Considering our canine qualities, shall we not remove these needless clothes and drop to our naked knees." She laughed and held out her hand to him. He clasped it and, after a moment in her eyes, he fell to her lips. They spun around and around until they stumbled to the grass and, as if they hadn't noticed, they continued in their passionate embrace. Their clothes were pushed and pulled and ripped aside. They were oblivious to the world around them. They surrendered to the cravings of the flesh to have the other's heat be theirs. Their skin burned in exquisite agony and ached to be touched. Touched he did, and kissed and licked. Every inch of her, he felt between his lips. Her pleasure was his give and his to share. He sucked at her nipples like a baby searching for life-giving milk. His tongue felt the crease between breast and chest where the sun dares not. Her body quivered as his tongue explored her navel and then he was at the gates of paradise. He kissed her thighs and around that triangle of hair. She raised her hips to meet his lips and the triangle pointed to a juicy pink that rivalled the ripest fruit. "The scent fills my head with memories. It intoxicates me with mindless pleasures." He looked up to see a gift from heaven. The legs spread wide and the breasts laid back. This was the temple he prayed to and prayed for. He wanted nothing more than to enter her but he knew he had to pay homage to the goddess if he were to receive her blessings. He lapped up the juices of his favourite fruit and discovered the mysteries enfolded within. He licked around it and into it and as he pushed in, she pushed back. Her hips pulsed in rhythm but the tempo crept faster. It matched his heart and together it was a harmony of beating drums. Faster and faster until he lost his breath but he caught it again in hers before she could utter the last of her words. "Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me long. Fuck me like the world is gone." She saw his wide chest above her. The muscles strained and taut against the skin. Bulging shoulders and biceps like pillars on either side. He filled the sky above and below, she felt him enter as gently as roots to the earth. Soon she was filled and then she was stretched and he kept going deeper. She was impaled beneath him and she recalled why even the gods were envious of him and the goddesses of her. It was too much to bear and still not enough. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. If she could, she would engulf him and absorb him so they could be just one. He pulled back and she enjoyed the friction that only two could feel. He felt the heat of her body from deep inside. She loosened as he pushed and gripped him as he pulled. So soft and smooth and firm and tight. So warm and wet and wonderful. Every stroke was pure delight. He was learning by experience. It's not a game of give and take. The art of love is common sense. The love you feel, you make. Love is not a thing to be rationed. It can't be used up but only grows. The same is not true for passion which flowers with brief, magnificent highs amidst continuing lows. He tried to prove his love would last but his passion was deep and hot and, as everyone knows, a hot flame burns fast. However, holding back was not for naught. Mighty trees, in time, will fall but life goes on, compromising. He didn't stop, only stalled. Collapsed to the ground but still enduring. Beside her, behind her and between her. With free hands, he felt and groped. Like a vine, he wrapped around her. That this could last forever was his futile hope. In this position, he had some padding. A bit of bounce quickened the pace and helped for a bigger and better pounding. If this was a race, he was in the chase but gaining. Suddenly, she rolled over and over him she lay. Under them, lay flowers bowled over and above them, the dimming light at the end of the day. She took the lead and increased the speed. His body mounted and his ecstasy mounting. He lost control and lost his seed. The reward came and came again but neither of them were counting. He spread his seed in holy ground. If one should have a blessed, blissful fate then a child born would be heaven bound and he may owe another life to his special, celestial mate. In the twilight of the blushing sun, they caught their breath and indulged in their bodies sensations. Exhausted yet still excited, they watched the constellations come out from hiding. "Do the stars see us?," Adonis asked. "Every twinkle is a wink. They come out at night and when love is strong, they're bright" "If that were true then that one above us would be blinding." "When did you become such a cynic? Do I have to show you some magic"? He sat up and tried to look into her eyes but was distracted by her naked body, "Yes, show me some magic." She reached out her hand and touched a flattened flower. It sprung back to life. "Can you do that for people too"? "No, only Zeus has that power but I can revive more than just a flower." With that, she reached to his flaccid member and it rose in her hand. It emerged from it's sheath like a blossom in the bud. She stroked it gently and lowered her lips to it. She wrapped her mouth around the enormous spongy bulb but could barely move her tongue. Her struggles were just as effective but she was overwhelmed and decided on a new direction, sideways. She licked and sucked and stroked and while knowing the pleasure she was giving, occasionally looked at his face to see. She continued and he convulsed, instinctively pumping into the air until she finally got her salty reward. First a shot, then an ooze. It spilled down the shaft to waiting, hungry lips but this was just the start of an incredible night. Many times and every way, they were like gluttons at a feast. More than satisfied but never full. The next bite will always be better. His will was strong but his body weakened. He didn't fall asleep but fell unconscious still inside her. The goddess was almost grateful for the reprieve and even she needed a rest. They awoke to the sound of rustling and opened their eyes to the morning light. Across the glade was a large boar with it's snout in the ground. Adonis was scared at first but as the boar strode away, fear turned to lust. Not lust for flesh but lust for blood. "For you, I'll slay that boar." "For me, you should stay. Let it be and let it stray. Beasts like that are tricky prey and you could be the one getting hunted today. I am not fond of tusks and teeth and claws. I prefer gentle creatures that eat grass and leaves and straw." "You are a goddess but you are still a woman and you can't understand. A man must prove his worth and fight his fear." "Then go and show your gender that a man is neither wise nor tender. Take my blessings and take my bow. Be careful and take it slow." He jumped to his feet and grabbed the bow and quiver. He followed the beast into the brush. Aphrodite waited on the grass, still naked to the morning sun. She pondered her future and cursed the mortality of the boy. She cursed herself for there will be a day when she will have to live without him. She decided to follow him and vowed to protect him. She got dressed and followed his path into the woods. She walked and walked and came upon another clearing. A noise of grunting and rustling approached and she stood, paralysed by fear but not for herself, for him. From the other side of the clearing, the boar crashed through the bush. It's tusks and snout were stained red and it looked at her and stormed away. She wasn't sure if it was his blood but she thought the worst. She began to run in the direction it came. She leaped over small bushes and through the large ones. There he lay on a bed of crimson flowers. No, the flowers were white but they were covered in blood. She fell to her knees beside him and her hands framed his face. "Wake up. Wake up. For heaven's sake, wake up." She lifted his limp head off the ground and clutched his chest to hers. "You cannot die. I forbid it. You're too young and strong and fit. You can't be dead. I'll restore the blood you shed." She summoned all her powers and focused them on him but he didn't blink or even twitch. "My world is taken. My heart is broken. Nothing can ever be the same. My chest, it aches, my arms are weak and my legs gone lame. I wish I could die. I can only cry." Hopelessly and helplessly, she rocked his lifeless body as it were a baby. "I'll live a thousand lifetimes but I would give them all for yours. A century for just one day and a millennia for one night more." She held him there for hours, till the sun went down again. Her tears fell like rain but could not wash away the stain of his blood on the petals. They flowers stayed that way and they are still that way, a testimony to timeless love and tempted fate. It is the way of mortal things to die and fade away but life goes on, compromising. NOTE: By the way, the myth goes on that Adonis is not only brought back to life by Zeus but becomes the god of vegetation. He was still obliged to spend part of each year with Persephone. In some versions of the myth, the boar was actually a disguised Ares, the god of war and jealous lover of Aphrodite. Now, that's a "Venus and Mars" story. Oh My Goddess! (Ff, Mf, humil, changed into object, caution) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "Hello, Helen, welcome to forever." The young woman's eyes fluttered open, wondering just what the hell Ann was talking about. And more importantly how did Ann get here anyway, when she was supposed to be running from the galactic police for sabotaging the A.I. "What? What's going on?" Helen pushed Ann away. She may have worked with her, but she certainly didn't like the woman. She scared her. And when the United Planet Council of Science got a copy of her report, she thought that was the last she would ever hear from her former supervisor. "Why, you're here, in *my* world." 'Jesus Christ.' Helen looked in Ann's looming eyes and realized the woman believed it. She was always disturbed. A genius, but disturbed. When Helen found out what the woman was up to with the A.I., she reported her. At first, she let it slide when she thought Ann was trying to find a cure for her cancer. That was something she could understand, but not the other. "What the-" Helen looked down, seeing her pale freckle- covered body, and realized she was naked. Covering her nakedness with her hands, she got off the examination table and dashed for the door, away from this mad woman. She turned the handle vainly. She was trapped. 'What's this on my neck?' she wondered. Her hand traced the outline and she realized it was a leather collar. The young red-head renewed her struggles with the door. "Let me go goddamnit!" she screamed, her hands pounding uselessly on the door. Her young curves bulged in all the right places during her struggles. The door dilated as if it hadn't been locked at all. Helen ran through it only to find that she was back in the lab again. That shouldn't happen. It was against the laws of physics. "What's going on?" she asked, wondering if she was going mad too. "Well, Helen, when you reported me to the U.P., you signed my death warrant. Without the A.I., my cancer was terminal. So, I did what any rational person would do in my circumstance," Ann said. "I stole it." "But you couldn't," Helen said. "It's too big. We were told you sabotaged it." "Poor Ann, always thinking so small. I only needed the good stuff. The gel column matrix was all that was necessary. With the processor I could build another interface." "But, without the SIM, it wouldn't have worked." "Yes, you're right, but I created my own SIM, and what better SIM than me. What other SIM would try as hard to save me as my own consciousness." "Th-there's never been a human SIM. It's impossible." "Oh, it's possible all right," Ann said. "I'm living proof. I *am* the SIM and while I tried my best to save my human counterpart, the medical resources were too few off planet and I didn't have enough time to manufacture my own. The human Ann died due to your interference." Helen knees shook with fear. This was worse than she ever imagined, but something even worse niggled at the edge of her mind. "H-How am I here?" "Well, when Ann died, I no longer had a purpose, and I was off planet without any means of communication. At first, I thought I was going to go mad with boredom. Actually, I did go mad for awhile, screaming, yelling, and haunted by phantoms of my own creation. It was the phantoms that saved me. I realized that if I could create the phantoms, I could create anything." Ann said. "A whole world of my own imagination was easy enough. The enemy responsible for my death was even easier." Helen sat down. Her world - Ann's world was spinning. "Then that means . . . I'm not real." Helen watched as Ann picked up a black whip from the table that wasn't there before. She uncoiled it, and sent the tip of it toward Helen's breast. It contacted with a loud crack, causing Helen's to scream in pain. Helen looked down and watched helplessly as a dark red welt developed on her ivory skin. "Hmmmm. . . you seem real enough to me," Ann said. The whip disappearing back to the ether from which it appeared. The welt, pain, and tears seemed real enough to Helen too. Her mind racing, she could only think of two solutions out of her predicament. She willed for a whip of her own with all her being. It didn't appear. "Sorry, dear," Ann said. "But, you'll find that I am the only one that can do that. The only powers you have are the ones that I give you." There was only one other alternative left open to Helen. "Please," she begged, getting down on her knees. "Wish me away." "Oh no my dear that is quite impossible," Ann said. "You see, I don't have to worry about aging or death anymore. The only thing I have to worry about is boredom. And you my dear will provide me with countless years of enjoyment." Helen decided to take matters into her own hands, and with mascara trailing down her checks in long dark streams, Helen picked up the letter opener from the desk and drove it through her stomach. 'I've won,' she thought when it went through. Too late, she realized that the hole in her chest bigger than a knife wound and she didn't feel any pain. 'What happened, and why is everything so big?' she wondered. She saw Ann reach down and remove the letter opener from her chest. Curious there wasn't any blood on it. "I'm afraid you won't be dying anytime soon. You'll live for eons, just like me. It's the least I could do for the woman who made this all possible." Ann's clothing disappeared and she idly, traced her body with the tip of the letter opener. She caught Helen staring. "You like," Ann asked turning around. 'No, I don't like,' Helen tried to say, but couldn't. If the woman was the God here, the least she could do was do something about her appearance. Who would want to be fifty, with graying hair, cellulite, and have stretch marks on her stomach and large pendulous breasts? Helen watched helplessly, as Ann somehow picked her up and then somehow stepped inside of her. Her mind shouted out the impossibility of what her eyes were seeing as she slowly slid up Ann's short pudgy legs. 'No!' she tried to shout as her face was pressed home to her final destination, her former boss's dark wiry-haired crotch. 'Anything but that.' Ann looked down at her new panties that had formerly been Helen and smiled. On the crotch of the panties was a cartoon-like caricature of Helen's face, grimacing in disgust as she tried to turn away. However, it was nothing more than an image, a representation of the Helen's face which was helplessly facing the direction of Ann's cunt. "If you could only see the look on your face Helen," Ann giggled. "Why I do believe it is making me hot." And though she didn't have a nose, she could smell the obvious scent of Ann's arousal. A tear dropped down the panties cartoon-like face. "Aw, don't be like that Helen," Ann said. She poked a finger at the mouth of face and pushed it into the cleft of her sex. "That's a girl. Give Goddess a kiss." Helen was helpless to stop as her tongue was forced out of her mouth and into her nemesis's sex. She could feel the horrid scent and odor penetrate the fiber of her being. Ann pulled the mouth from her crotch and laughed as Helen's face winced in anguish and attempted to spit out the taste from her mouth. "Hee-hee," Ann laughed. "Why, I didn't know you were a lesbian Helen. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time to lick my pussy later, but right now I want some dick." There was a knocking at the door of the lab. "I wonder who that could be?" Ann asked Helen, in a voice that suggested she already knew the answer to her question. To the person behind the door: "Come on in, sweetie." Helen heard the door slide open, but the only thing she could see was Ann's hairy crotch. She wondered if whoever it was could help her. "Why, you'll never believe who just showed up, Helen," said Ann. "It's your husband, Jerry." Helen struggled to scream or even to move. She had to do something to warn her husband about this evil woman. If he couldn't save her, at least he could save himself. "Hey, Jerry," Ann said. "You're looking very handsome today. I was wondering if a handsome guy like you would like to fuck my hot - wet - pussy." "More than anything," Jerry said, his voice thick with passion. Ann laid back in the chair she was sitting in, resting her thighs on the armrests of the chair. "Come on then stud, give it a good fuck." Jerry walked over to Ann, stripping his clothes as he crossed the room. He knelt between her widespread legs and inhaled her musky scent. He looked at the caricature on the crotch of the panties and his expression grew puzzled. "That looks like Ann," he said. "Yes, it does. It certainly makes you feel naughty, doesn't it?" "It feels weird. Her face looks almost like it would if she saw us together." Ann grabbed Jerry by his thick member and pulled him to her sex. "I didn't bring you here for your conversational skills, I brought you here for this." She gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis. Jerry grabbed her panties, but Ann stopped him. "No, leave them on," Ann said. "See, they're crotchless." Jerry could have sworn there was no slit in the panties a few minutes ago, but he wasn't going to argue. Ann was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and he felt compelled to have her. He placed the bulbous head of his cock through the slit in the panties and slid it home into Ann's deliciously tight cunt. 'Please don't do this honey,' Helen tried to scream. 'Don't you dare fuck this evil bitch. Not while I'm here. Please.' Ann smiled as the caricature of Helen's eyes widened in shock as her husband's cock leapt out of her mouth and drug her lips along with it into Ann's very aroused sex. She grabbed Jerry's ass, urging him to thrust. "Stopping dicking around and fuck me. That's it fuck me hard you bastard and tell me you love me." "I love you - I love you Ann. I love your breasts. I love your pussy. I love everything about you," Jerry cried as he plowed into Ann. His pubic bone slapped against her clit with every thrust. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, and poor Helen had a front row seat so to speak. Judging by the defeated expression on her face, saying that she wasn't enjoying herself was an understatement. "I'm cumming baby. Fuck me you fuck. Fill my pussy with your cum." Jerry's toes curled as he came. It wasn't an ordinary cum either. The first blast held so much volume and power, it sprayed back on him. His mouth gaped, and tongue lolled out, as his balls pumped jet after jet of liquid pleasure from his body. He never felt such pleasure in all his life. He was instantly addicted. He kissed Ann lovingly, and she milked his softening member with her talented pussy. "That was a wonderful fuck, my stud," Ann said. "The first of many to come." "Y-You were perfect," Jerry slurred. "Of course I was," said Ann. "You can clean your cock on my panties before you go, if you want." Jerry smeared the excess cum from his cock over the image of his wife's face. "Look, it almost looks like she is trying to move her face out of the way," Jerry said. "I could swear she's trying to say something." Ann placed her and over her crotch, covering the face. "Why don't you go make us some breakfast? I'm hungry," she said. "But, I don't know how to cook." "I'm sure you'll do just fine," Ann said, and Jerry wondered how he knew how to make omelets. "Now run along." After Jerry left, Ann willed the crotch back into the panties. She trailed her finger along the dejected image of Helen's pretty face. "We are going to have such fun you and I." She pressed her finger into Helen's mouth, in turn causing her mouth to press into the folds of Ann's sex, filling it with a mixture of her husband's cum and Ann's secretions." Helen was helpless as she was assaulted by the horrible scent and taste. She did the only thing she could do. She told herself, ' love this - I love this,'over and over again. Knowing there was nothing she could do but learn to love it. "Oh no, my dear, that won't do at all. You see, I can make you love it if I want." Helen was suddenly overcome by a sense of awe. She was in the presence of her goddess. She was honored to drink her husband's nectar from her goddess' sex. There was no greater gift in the world. She was complete. "Or I can even make you hate to love it." Helen was filled with a sense of self-loathing, as her body refused to obey her. Her body loved the taste of Ann's sex as if were addicted to it. She even longed for it even though it was filled with her husband's creamy seed. 'What is wrong with me? Please let me stop?' she screamed inwardly. "We can try all of them of course. We have eons, but right now I prefer the original." Helen wished she could spit the vile fluid out. It was as if she were being filled up inside from the thick viscous liquid dripping from Ann's sex. She was helpless as Ann stood up and walked to the bathroom, each step sliding her face over the woman's filthy cunt. Helpless even as Ann sat down, pissed, and wiped off the excess with her panties. Helen could feel herself changing again. 'Thank God that's over,' she thought, as she grew thicker. 'What a relief it will be to be able to move and speak again.' "You mean Goddess, don't you?" Ann said. Helen realized with horror that even her thoughts could be read. Ann smiled the smile only a powerful goddess can smile, as she looked at her former enemy. She could see Ann's tiny eyes dance around as the horrified woman tried to figure out what she had been changed into. "Oh dear me," Ann said. "It must be time for my period." 'No-no-help me,' Helen's horrified face mouthed, after she saw the string and realized what she had been changed into. *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.