5 comments/ 28175 views/ 7 favorites Stolen Goddess Ch. 01 By: chthonic1239 The leaves fell all day at the edge of the meadow, so quickly that Joel thought the trees would be bare within an hour. But each day for two weeks he watched the earth die its yearly death thusly, blanketing itself in a coat whose dry smell mingled with that of the smoke rising from the nearby chimneys. Gray clouds and the chilly air loaned an atmosphere of loneliness, and an emptiness prevailed in the meadow, interrupted only by the steam puffing out of his nose with each breath. He came here to meditate, to escape from the zoo of punks, jocks, misanthropes, and humans in general at the college where he studied in the center of town. His dark brown wool coat was already not enough to prevent the sharp, cold edge of impending winter from penetrating through to his skin. Dragging his feet through the leaves, he noticed bright green shoots coming out of the dark earth. He bent to caress one with his gloved finger. Some kind of winter flower, perhaps, like a crocus? He turned his head around this way and that, examining the edges of the meadow. The green shoots were coming out everywhere. Lifting himself from the ground and gathering himself from the cold, he started toward the trees and back to town. It was too cold now to spend his usual few hours here until the twilight pulled its periwinkle veil over the sky. The meadow and the college town of Atheron were separated by a ten-minute walk within a dense collection of pine and aspen. He never encountered anyone else visiting the meadow, thus he easily claimed it for his own. Joel picked this town to study in because of its quiet dignity; the up-side was that he would not have to tolerate the grating raucousness of the citizens of his hometown, but the downside was that he was always alone. This time, emerging from the forest and leaping across the empty ditch that bordered Atheron, a man stacking firewood in his back yard saw Joel. "You!" he said, pulling his hat flaps down over his ears. "Where have you been?" Joel looked around and behind him, thinking maybe the man was talking to someone else. Strangers from Atheron rarely spoke to him directly. "I was just strolling to the meadow there and back." "You shouldn't go there," the man warned. "And whatever you do, don't disturb the flowers that grow there this time of year." "Why?" The man pulled his gloves off with a scowl, before heading back into his home, letting the screen door smack shut behind him. That night in the dorm, while he curled onto his small bed and his roommate sat hunched over a book, lit only by a dim lamp, Joel fell into strange dreams, the kind of dream which left him feeling puzzled the entire next day, though for no clear reason. In the dream he was sitting in the meadow, snow all around, yet he was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth. He saw the same green shoots springing out of the ground. They grew before his eyes, ever so slowly. When they began to bud, something grotesque wriggled there, like a tiny, bloody fetus instead of a flower. It grew and grew into a full-sized human infant. He plucked the infant from the plant and held it against the warmth of his coat. Before the sun rose in the morning he woke up, blinking at a shadow hovering above him. He wiped his eyes, clearing his vision. His roommate Bill, a tall, mellow hippy type with a monotone voice, grinned at him, shoulders shaking with laughter. "That a dorm bed, or a tent?" Joel glanced down. He had an erection poking clearly up in his blanket. "What the fuck's your problem?" Joel said, flipping over onto his stomach. "Do you always stare at other guys' cocks?" "Hell no. Was kinda hard to ignore you, though, with all the noises you were making." Joel buried his face in his pillow. "What do you mean, asshole? Lemme go back to sleep." "Yeah, I'll bet you want to get back to sleep. Who's Mina anyway? Is that the sexy cunt in Biology? Sounded like you were pounding her brains out in your dream." "Mina?" "You kept moaning her name. Minaaa! MINAAA!" Bill mocked in orgasmic volume. "Alright, alright. I'm awake now. Now shut the fuck up and let me go back to sleep." Joel sighed in exasperation. Then relaxed on his side. His body was already limp, including his aching cock. Mina...with a flutter to his stomach, he remembered where his dream had left off. A beautiful woman, looking as though she came from another time, had been in his dream. As soon as Bill had quieted down and went back to bed, Joel returned to his dreams. He saw the infant again, and black-red flowers, both of which had sprung from those little green shoots in the ground. The infant grew, or must have grown, but for the labyrinthine turns that a dream takes, he did not see her actually transition into womanhood. But he knew without a doubt that the gorgeous woman, Mina, was the infant who grew from a flower bud. Her gown was the color of the flowers. So very dark red that it was hard to tell whether it was really red or just black with red highlights. Her long, black hair was slightly wavy, parted in the middle, her skin white like the snow, given color only by the slight blush of blood radiating through her. Somehow her gown disappeared and they were naked together, toasty warm in the snow. She was only contented to have her breasts squeezed by his large hands, and when his hands fell away to find some other home, she guided them back to the firm mounds. She dotted hungry wet kisses onto his neck, stroked the hair at the base of his cock, nudged the head of it playfully with her knee as she threw her leg over to straddle him, making sure he was watching her cunt as she so expertly spread her legs. The woman was both sad and playful, both goddess-like and sinister. He didn't know what to make of her. All he knew about her when he woke up was that he loved her but would never be able to find anything like that in any woman on earth. She was simply an ideal he had, a specter that existed only in his head. He was basically in love with an facet of his psyche. His nerves were tangled like a ball of rubber bands all day after that dream. He couldn't concentrate in his classes, though he had read all the material and knew everything the professors lectured about. In lab he broke a thermometer, which he found slightly amusing because the gray liquid splashed out, and the lab instructor, reaching for his inhaler, exclaimed that the entire class was now doomed to die of mercury poisoning. After his last class, he went back to the dorms and slipped into extra layers, pulled on the wool cap his mother sent him but that he never wore because it was too "dorky," and headed to the forest. He was nervous, yet all the while he kept mumbling to himself how stupid he was being. What did he expect to find? A mystical sex partner springing out of the ground to fuck his cock raw? Ever since he had first visited that meadow two weeks ago, he had been feeling something strange looming around the corner. Perhaps he had finally reached his sanity's limit and it was time to stop stressing out so much over his studies. People expected so much of him. His parents were already telling everyone he was going to be a doctor someday, so what was there to do but just become one? When he reached the edge of the forest, he saw the same man who had given him a stern warning the previous day. He was looking out his window at Joel with a concerned face. He motioned for someone, and an old woman soon appeared by his side. The woman went to the back door, called his attention, and waved for him to come to her; but Joel ignored her, and crossed the ditch. There was something different about this forest than the other forests he had visited. This one seemed...stagnant, almost stale. Sure, things were alive, but there was a hush that made Joel feel as though everything had simply stopped breathing centuries ago. Yellow aspen leaves at least scattered some brightness onto the path. He arrived at the meadow shortly. He immediately noticed the green shoots. They had grown about an inch since yesterday. Joel walked around the meadow, leaves crunching under his boots, and he was careful not to step on those delicate yellow-green plants that grew remarkably in the season when things should have been dying. The breeze jostled the trees around a bit, whose leafless branches now sounded flat instead of lively. To the north, the meadow met the side of the forest that stretched away from town and toward the mountains. There was something like a wind, or a distant creek, making a barely discernible noise like static. Just then Joel saw a shadow move in the trees, which made him startle, and his ankles weaken. A lithe person was walking away from him deeper into the forest, and stopped, turning to look at him. He could only see the face. Very pale. The clothes seemed to match the darkness of the forest. The figure walked on, then stopped and looked back, as if beckoning him to follow. Joel looked behind him, as was his habit whenever he thought someone was looking at him. Nothing there except the leaf-covered path that led back to town. He stepped gingerly through the meadow and headed toward the figure in the dark. As soon as he got close enough, something emerged from the person's clothes--something white--ah yes. A few more steps revealed that it was an arm, twisting in a gesture which commanded him to follow. He hurried along after the person. Soon, he was ten feet away. The remaining light of the day suddenly shot through an opening in the forest canopy, and revealed the person's sex: a woman. Her black mane shifted against black robes. Or were they red? It was too dark to tell. He saw her curves moving underneath the thin clothing she wore. Strange, was she not cold? She stopped only once to turn back and make sure he was there. Slowly she revealed her face. The snowy skin, the slightly blushed cheeks, smart nose; there was an air about her that said she was noble, intelligent. Her head lifted high, in full profile, she flicked her heavily-lashed eyes toward him. Her eyes were dark like the forest soil. At the sight of her long, flawless neck, Joel felt the warmth in his pants. This--this was Mina! As she started off again, he followed her, and with horror he remembered something his Psychology professor once said: schizophrenia normally begins when the person is college-aged. What was happening to him? "Well," he muttered to himself, "if I'm a schizo, at least I'm being stalked by a sex goddess, and not the government." The woman untangled one arm from her robes to rest a hand on a stone precipice they had come to, a creek running so close by that the hem of her robe was moistened. She turned to Joel. "Undress me," she commanded without expression on her face. Joel stammered. Her voice--it was deep, mellifluous, threaded with some kind of accent, unidentifiable, but definitely from one of the Romance languages. When the woman saw his shy hesitation, she narrowed her eyes, and lifted her arm gracefully, like some burlesque temptress and slid the dark fabric off of her shoulder, revealing more of that perfect skin. Her collarbone was gorgeous, gathering the subtle wine-colored glow of her robes in its shadows. "Will you undress me, Joel, or will you leave me on my own to do it?" With dutiful obedience he nervously approached her and fumbled with the fabric. He remembered the only other time in his life he felt this apprehensive and awkward: when his Anatomy professor had handed him the scalpel and told him to begin revealing the secrets of the corpse which lay before the quivering students. The woman laughed at him. Removed his hands from the robe which he was too clumsy to undo. She led his hand through the elaborate maze of the gauzy fabric, too thin for this weather, and helped him to find the fleshy breast underneath. His breath shot out of him. A sharp aching shot into his crotch. The hard nipple he could feel at the center of his palm, and the whole breast, so full in his hand, was so warm and inviting. He lowered his head to place his cheek on the other breast, and the woman brought him tighter against her, so that he could feel the nipple on his face, poking out through the thin fabric. "Who are you?" he breathed, warm with desire and defended from the cold. She held his face in her hands and brought his gaze to hers. "You know who I am. I entered your dreams last night." She turned away, and followed the edge of the rock. With bare feet she tiptoed through the rippling creek and Joel followed close behind her. She led him to a small cave just around the bend, where they both sat on the slightly concave floor. "H...how did you enter my dreams? Are you real?" She laughed gently, almost sadly. "Yes. I am real. However, most of your little townspeople will say I am a witch, or a ghost, or Satan's Wife, Queen of the Faeries, an ancient pagan goddess, or something to that effect." Joel swallowed hard, not wanting to offend her by his obvious fear. "Are...are you?" "Am I what?" "Any of those?" She scoffed. "I am a woman, can't you see?"--and here, she slid off her robes from the waist up, to reveal those large breasts. "I am...so very much a woman." She brought his hand to her slowly, and underneath the robes her legs widened. Once again, she guided his hand through the robes, only this time his fingers came to rest on the wet, hot mound of flesh between her legs. Joel gently tickled the intricate folds, which he longed to see, but he was so bewildered by all of this that he couldn't bring himself to shove the fabric above her hips. The woman moaned as if in pain. "Joel," she gasped, her mouth open, eyes closed, head rolling back. "Do you know how many centuries it's been since I felt a man's touch?" Joel withdrew his hand, which made the woman throw him a look of anger. "What? Are you afraid of me?" "It's...it's just...." He sighed, hung his head. "I don't know what's happening to me. I think I'm going crazy." She furrowed her brow. She got up on her knees and moved closer to him. "Joel, my Joel," she coaxed. "Be not afraid. I will reveal all to you in due time. But for this moment, let us enjoy our desire for one another." He looked at her face. She was almost deer-like in her grace. He realized that her breast was pressing up against his arm, and the consuming lust coursed in waves to his groin. Her hand, sliding down his heavily clothed torso and down to his cock, brought him to his hardest. "Mina..." he said. She nodded, as if to say Yes, I am your Mina. "You're a very handsome boy," she whispered in that deep voice of hers which made her seem older than she appeared. She looked the same age as Joel, 21. Though a woman like her was ageless. He covered her mouth with his. Squeezed that breast, then the other, almost roughly, so that he felt her squirm and return the violence through her kisses. She straddled him, and he reached behind to gather up the fabric in his hands. He wanted to rip it, but he thought he shouldn't, for it wouldn't be too far fetched to think that it was made of something unearthly. So instead he found his way to the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her roughly towards him so he could reach the slickness between her legs. She writhed, rubbing her hard tits into his face, as he stroked her pussy. He stopped only to remove the many layers of clothing, a pause that left a most delicious look of pain and longing on Mina's face. That face, her open mouth, made Joel undress faster, made him want to shove his cock past those pink lips. She interrupted his fumbling hands to undo the pants herself. This Joel found so arousing that he almost came at that moment. But Mina gave him a stern look, as if to say, Wait. So he slowed his breathing intentionally, and leaned back. The cave, it seemed, was perfect for fucking. It sloped up slightly toward the wall, so that when he lay back his head was elevated. There was just enough room in there for a man of his size to lie with a woman. He lifted his hips so she could slide his pants off. Then his shorts. The widening of her eyes showed that she was pleased with his cock. "It is beautiful," she said, admiring it. He laughed. "I suppose I've never been so damned hard in my entire life," he joked. He reached his hand out to stroke her cheek, while she stroked his thighs, her face just inches away from his cock, just gazing at it. "I like your cock," she said, then wrapped her hand around its base. "Well, it's all yours then; do with it what you will." His mind darkened for a moment, thinking he should not have said that. What if she were a witch? What if "do with it what you will" meant she had his permission to chop it off, and toss it into some strange concoction that would kill the poor man and the old lady in town who had tried to warn him? But he must not think these things about his Mina. After all, he didn't know what she was all about. Why she was so strange, why she had the ability to enter his dreams, what she was planning to do with him, why she seduced him in particular. Thankfully, Mina seemed oblivious to his thoughts, stroking his cock slowly, seemingly absorbed in that act. Or perhaps she was pretending to be oblivious; if she could enter his dreams, why could she not see what was in his head while she was in there? Indeed, that must have been where she learned his name. She looked up at him, parted her lips just slightly. His cock throbbed at the sight of her. Her breasts hovered over his thighs, dipping down every now and then so that the nipples grazed his skin, tickling the hairs. Expertly, carefully, she lowered her hand and made sure his balls were not neglected. A gentle massage between his legs and her hand was back up and down his hard shaft, the foreskin sliding lazily, pre-cum gathering at the tip, which, when almost dripping down, she bent down to lick with the very tip of her tongue, teasing the head of his cock. He twitched with pleasure. She seemed to enjoy his cock's slight movements in her hand, because she would look up at him and smile, then her thick black lashes would lower back down to her most enjoyable task. He rested his head back down on the stone floor of the cave, and closed his eyes. Breathing out heavily, he was met with a surprise: Mina crawled up over him, each of her legs to the side of his hips so that he felt the hair between her legs tickling the head of his cock, and she pressed her mouth into his ear. "Would you like me to ride you until you cum, or would you prefer me to suck your cock?" She trailed her tongue from his ear, across his cheek, and forced it between his lips. She opened him wide and sucked the breath out of him. He looked up at her in somewhat of a shock. "Uh...well...I've never been asked that before. Both?" She giggled at him and briefly pinched his nipple. "Don't be so greedy. Besides, we'll have many times together. Pick a way to spend your seed tonight, and let us get on with it!" He smiled giddily, and searched the shadows of the cave as if for an answer. "So many possibilities. Hmm. I believe I'll fuck your mouth tonight, my sweet girl," he said. "Good choice," she said, and turned around slyly, straddling his chest, so that his face was nearly met with her pussy. Even in the dark he could see it glistening with liquid. A perfume emanated from her; not like the smell of other girls he'd been with. She was completely floral. Like a mixture of jasmine and gardenia, so out of place in this cold cave. The warmth of her mouth came tightly around his cock, and she moved slowly, her breath shooting out of her nostrils to warm his balls. He forced a finger into her pussy, which made her squirm at first, then widen her legs. He slipped another finger into her, moving in and out of her in perfect time with her mouth on his cock. Stolen Goddess Ch. 01 Her orgasm forced her to lift her head and gasp, and the exquisite spasms consumed his fingers. Her moans of ecstasy brought him over the edge, and he came. She brought her head down to receive his seed. The twitching slowly died down against her warm tongue. A warm numbness overcame him and for a moment it seemed he was unconscious in the twilight, floating in the void between the stars, feeling something like tropical water lapping against him. But almost as soon as he had caught his breath, he saw Mina in his blurry vision standing up. "Now, my lover," she said, tugging at his arm, "you are warmed by me. But you do not notice that the weather has dropped to almost freezing. You must dress up now and go home." He sat up, but wrenched his arm free. "I want to stay with you, making love to you until the sun rises." Her countenance grew sad, and she knelt beside him, held his face. "Then you would die," she said. "it is only an illusion, this warmth I give you. Besides, I've grown weak after our exertion, and I need to rest. I cannot warm you any longer. Don't you see your fingertips growing swollen and red from the cold?" He looked at his hands and gasped audibly. His brain was registering warmth, but his body was suffering the consequences of the cold. He immediately began to gather his clothes and dress up. For a fleeting moment he felt anger towards Mina. She was putting him in danger by luring him out here and getting him naked in this weather. But one glance at her tender face and he forgave her. Mina hurried him along the way. As soon as he was away from her, he felt the cold slap against him and he sucked his breath in. The gray clouds in the darkened sky hung low, and he felt slightly annoyed, as though Heaven were invading his personal world. These clouds were a definite sign that it would snow silently and heavily through the night, infusing the air with a deceptive warmth. He rushed through the thicket, as if running away from the trees. He cleared the ditch in a single leap. Passing the small house at the edge of town, he saw the same old woman again, watching him through her window. She rapped at the pane and mouthed some words, all the while pointing toward the forest. He couldn't hear her and didn't care to hear her, but as he passed the window to gain the road back to his dorm, he could hear one of her muted words drifting through the icy air: Evil. Stolen Goddess Ch. 02 The old woman's word stabbed him like an icicle, and Joel halted in his steps. He turned, facing her as she stood dismally at her window, and he hesitantly crossed her lawn, went up the squat steps. She opened the door for him, and he entered. Joel was met by the warmth coming from the fireplace. The man he had seen previously, obviously the woman's son, was sitting on the couch. "The woods," the old woman began strictly and without delay, "are a dangerous place. Don't go there any longer! You'll notice that no one from town goes there. Only outsiders like you, who are oblivious to the nature of those woods. Five years ago, a college student just like yourself went in there, and he was much the worse for it." Joel thought of Mina, the woman who was at the same time angelic and menacing. He was irritated--the heat rising to his skin—that anyone would suggest that anything morose would be even remotely connected to Mina. "I don't know what you're talking about. I feel nothing but peace in those woods..." "Have a seat, dear," said the old woman. "No, I'm in a hurry. What are you trying to say about the woods? What do you mean about the college student?" The woman looked off, deep in thought. After a pause, she said, "I remember him. He was so bright and chipper. Not like you—you're much more serious than he ever was. He used to go for strolls in the woods. He would bring these flowers out with him, dark, blood-colored, with five pointed petals like a star. Once, he offered me one, but I refused kindly, and said I was allergic to flowers. My mother had told me that the woods were evil, and I didn't want anything to do with them. After some time, it seemed the young man spent all his day in there. He'd emerge from the woods pale, exhausted, jittery. He never smiled and waved at me as he used to. Then, one day, he just stopped going in there altogether." "I'd listen to her if I were you," said the man. "She's a pretty old little bird. She's seen it all." "Be kind, Horace," the woman countered. "If you're so damned afraid of these woods," Joel said smugly, "why do you live so close to them?" "My family has lived on this property since the early 1800s. Each generation has been taught to beware those woods, and never to go in. We try to warn innocent passersby as much as possible, but normally, they don't listen. Just like you. I take it there's something drawing you there every evening?" Joel scoffed. Thought briefly of Mina's pale, naked flesh, the ample breasts, that slickness between her legs.... "If there is, it's really none of your business." "That's right," agreed Horace. "It really isn't any of our business, mother. And this jackass doesn't care. Well, as long as that evil presence leaves us alone, what does it matter what he does?" "You seem like a charming young fellow," the old woman said, examining Joel's face. "Quite handsome and intelligent-looking. It would be a pity if anything happened to you." "Nothing is going to happen to me!" he bellowed. With that, he whirled around and left the house, finding a swift gait on the gravel road back to his dorm. Immediately after leaving the old woman's home, he felt a flutter of shame. Wasn't the woman just trying to protect him, and hadn't he been feeling a sense of uneasiness around Mina anyway? Indeed, he had felt ambivalence toward that strange creature. "Creature," he mouthed the thought out loud, watching the puff of breath rising like a ghost in the cold night. "Is that what she is? A creature? What the hell am I doing?" His desire for Mina defied common sense. What had happened to that college student? After arriving at his dorm, he took off his layers and looked long and hard at his reflection in the mirror. His tired countenance jolted him back into reality. He decided then that he would not go back into those woods. Whatever was happening to him, it was by far unnatural, and very likely to be dangerous. His heart twinged as he got under his covers. He missed Mina already, and lamented that he would never see her again. His cock still ached with pleasure from his activities with her, just an hour before. Thinking of what they shared, he grew slightly hard, and felt grateful that his roommate was out somewhere. Solitude was the best medicine for him whenever he was on rough waters. He fell asleep for some time, though he did not realize it until he woke at midnight, when there was a loud banging at his door. "Bill," he thought. His roommate probably forgot his keys in some pot-smoking hippy lair. Joel got up, and glancing across the room, he saw Bill was already asleep in his own bed. His stomach turned. Who would be at the door? Perhaps the computer nerd down the hall who always wanted to use Bill's microwave. He opened the door, momentarily blinded by the light out in the hall. He gasped: It was Mina. And she was completely naked. She was panting, her brow knitted, her eyes wild and full of concern. "You have determined not to return to me," she stated. "Get in here!" Joel said under his breath and pulled her in. "Do not worry," she said, "I choose only you to see me. And you needn't whisper. Bill is under my spell. See?" And she strode over to Bill's bed, and hopped onto his stomach. "No!" Joel said. But Bill merely let out a loud snore. Mina giggled in response, her deep throaty laugh. Her breasts jiggled ever so slightly. Joel flicked on the lights. "Mina. What are you doing here?" Her face grew stern. Her brown eyes, piercing his own, turned ice-blue. "I am here to seal your allegiance to me." "Allegiance?" "Yes. Did you think you could make love to a goddess without consequence? Did you think me so forgettable? No. If a man merely lays eyes on me, his life is changed permanently." Joel blinked. "S...so...is that what you are? A goddess?" The corners of her lips turned up slyly. "I expect that's what I'm supposed to be. But anyone with powers such as mine can be considered a great many things. Just ask that little old woman of yours." At this point she lay down next to Bill, tangled one leg in his, and began rubbing his cock through the blanket with her hand. Joel saw this and his face grew hot with...pain? Anger? Shame? "So. You know that the old woman talked to me?" "I know a great many things. I know you don't trust me." Bill's cock was growing hard, though he continued to snore in slumber. "Should I trust you?" "That depends on you. Love me, and I'll love you. Betray me, and I'll rain my dark powers down upon you, in a way that you've never dreamed of fearing." Bill began to moan in his sleep. Joel swallowed hard, Mina merely smiled. She was mischievous, yet there was something sad about her. "Would you stop that?" Joel said, and grabbed Mina's wrist. She was slightly surprised. Then laughed. "Be still, Joel. I am merely showing you, that if you don't want me, someone else will." He examined her, loving her, but hating her insolence. He tugged at her arm, and she followed him to his own bed. Sitting, he brought her down onto his lap. "I do love you, Mina," he said, "but I need to know if you're going to hurt me. Is it true, what the old woman said, about the college student? And what happened to him?" Mina watched his eyes for a while, smiling like the Mona Lisa. She bent slowly to kiss his eyelids. "If you love me," she whispered, "then there is no reason to spurn me." "Is that what he did? Spurn you?" She nodded, slowly, sadly. Snaked her arms around his neck, pushed her breasts up against his chest. He found himself running his hand up and down her side. Her breathing was perfectly timed, and the heat from her crotch radiated through his jogging pants, warming his thigh. He knew that whether she was dangerous or not, he would not be able to resist her. Joel laid her back on his small dorm bed, and widened her knees slowly. Bending slightly, he could smell that perfume again; like flowers that adorned a statue of the Madonna in a Catholic church. She was exquisite, her hair spread all around underneath her, rippling in waves over his pillow. Her eyes were half mast and she reached toward him with her arm languidly, pulling him down between her legs. Pushing his jogging pants down, he revealed his already-hard cock. He had hardened as soon as he saw her. He laid the erection on her stomach, and put his whole weight on top of her, and kissed her cheek. "What sort of goddess are you?" he asked, his cock tingling with delight as her intake of breath brought her breasts more tightly against his chest. She was silent for a while, perhaps thinking of how to explain the nature of her self, and she grasped his upper arms, squeezing his hips gently with her thighs. "I am a goddess through some very unfortunate circumstances," she said. "But I will explain all to you when the time is right. As you can see, I have used up all my strength to venture here and win you back. My strength lies in the meadow. Please understand." He lifted himself to look at her. Indeed, it looked as though she was drained of blood. And those eyes—so gorgeously dark brown in the forest, were lighter than blue topaz. Her breaths were labored. Her arms fell limp from him. "My god," he stammered. "Y—you must get back!" "No," she shook her head, and smiled wanly. "I have a little left in me, for you to—pacify yourself, and fall asleep. Believe me, you won't fall asleep tonight without me. You'll be thinking of me too much. I can give you peace." He nodded, and stroked her neck with his thumb. He plunged his cock fully into her, not taking the time to ease it in, and he watched her cringe, lift her weak arm to squeeze his upper arm in pain. She was so tight and warm. He watched his cock go in and out of her, the hairs between his legs meeting hers again and again. When she came, she made the sweetest sound, like a whimper. He determined that he would very much enjoy being rough and a little bit cruel with her, if a goddess would allow such a thing. When her panting subsided, he turned Mina over, and fucked her from behind, holding her breasts as he threw his cock into her over and over again. It seemed Mina used the rest of her strength to draw out his orgasm. He groaned, bent over, the spasms overcoming him so that he felt light-headed, and he growled in her ear. He had never had an orgasm last so long. His cock slid out of her cum-filled hole, and he fell onto his bed, his vision temporarily lost. When his sight returned, he saw that Mina was gone. He wondered if she simply disappeared, or if she went out of his room, running back to the forest, in haste like Cinderella before it was too late. It didn't preoccupy him for long. He fell asleep, and woke up the next day, five minutes before his first class was to start. Rushing to class, he thought of how much he wanted to see Mina again; to throttle her with his cock; but also to get some answers. Stolen Goddess Ch. 03 An unusually warm and sunny autumn day. Renegade leaves clinging to the dry gray branches. Joel picked up his pace, seeing the meadow up ahead between the trees. He had thought of nothing but Mina all day. Halting in his steps at the very edge of the meadow, he saw how tall the little green shoots had grown since yesterday evening; they were now halfway up his shin, each spaced about a foot from each other, as if planted deliberately by human hands. He had studied botany; his mother always had a green thumb; never in his life had he seen a plant like this, whose leaves were starting to define themselves. They were all that grew in the meadow, among dry, yellow matted grass and fallen leaves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he felt a flutter in his stomach. He crossed the meadow and headed into the part of the woods where Mina's cave overlooked the icy creek. He shivered—from the cold?—as he stepped into the creek to clear the stone precipice that was something like a gateway to Mina's lair. There: there was Mina. Her bare back to him. She turned her head so that her lovely profile showed, and she smiled, looking cunningly pleased that Joel had showed up. She was sitting on the ground in the little cave, the black-red robes bunched up over her hips and thighs. She slowly brushed her long black hair. Her posture, her demeanor showed that she was truly a goddess. Joel knelt behind her, snaked his arms to her front, and placed his hands onto her warm breasts. Kissed the back of her head, the black hair soft and fragrant. It pained him that she was so nonchalant about his arrival, that she continued to brush her hair so peacefully, while he was wild with lust. He pressed his mouth against her ear, and whispered depraved things. He told her how he couldn't concentrate all day, because he thought of nothing but placing his hard cock between her tits, and fucking them, until he shot his seed onto her face. He pinched her nipples, rolled them around between his fingertips, then slid his hand down into her robes.... Before he could finger that warm, wet cleft, she stood with all the grace befitting a goddess. She turned to face him. He looked up in awe at her proud stature, the shoulders held back as only a high-class lady does, her breasts so pert and firm that they seemed sculpted from blushing stone, the robes accentuating her classic paleness. "You've known my body well enough," she said, and here she lifted her robes with one hand, slowly, revealing her leg, then her hip, and Joel imagined he saw the delicious shadow between her legs. She stepped toward his seated figure before lifting the robes completely above her hips. Stood over him, legs to either side of him. She reached down, spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers, offering herself. He tasted of it obediently. Kissing her erect clit. He held the back of her thighs, his lips remaining tender despite all their hunger for that warm, slick flesh. His tongue slid up and down the fissure, and he listened to the music of her quickening breath. "I have not known your body enough for my satisfaction," he said. She ran her fingers through his hair as he devoured her pussy. "My meaning was that perhaps we should put aside our fleshy introduction in favor of the answers you seek. And for the unveiling of my purpose for you." He didn't hear her words, just the honey-thick voice. His tongue flicked against her clit. He wanted her to cum like that, standing above him, her pussy throbbing against his mouth. But to his dismay she stepped back. For a fleeting moment he thought he might lunge at her, push her onto her back, and take her by force; but his fervor dampened when he saw her grim face. She knelt before him. Black wispy hair like a see-through veil over her breasts. Her eyes were ice-blue again. "Your purpose for me? What do you mean?" He suddenly felt nauseous. A sense of doom thickened the air like the smell of burning leaves. It seemed her foreboding countenance emitted some kind of sordid sound, like an off-key violin, or the screech of some deadly spider, if he could imagine anything like that. Her piercing gaze made his hairs stand. "Joel, you have found me. You have stumbled upon my prison. I am asking you, kind angel"—she stroked his face gently—"to free me." "Free you?" He dared to look directly into her eyes. He thought of how sad she sometimes looked. "Free you from what?" "From the evil bond that holds me eternally. I have already told you, that I am a goddess by unfortunate circumstances. I no longer desire this divine status, nor have I ever wanted it. I want to be a mortal again. I want to live out the remainder of my life as a mortal, and to die, and to be at peace, away from his constant gaze." Joel stuttered. He didn't know where to start. He was so frozen that he almost believed that he had lost his voice. "Do not worry, do not worry," she purred, with care in her eyes. As she sat down on his lap, he saw the brown suddenly flooding back into her eyes, billowing like ink. Her gaze was now warm and concerned; he preferred her that way. Static flowed through him when he thought of those sharp blue eyes. "How? How can I free you?" Joel asked. "That is a matter of concern," she said. "I myself do not know. Men have tried and failed throughout the centuries...those unlucky few who have stumbled upon me have failed in many different ways. Some did not love me enough to help me; some were wicked or unworthy of my love, so I chose not to appear to them and ask their help; some were too dull or too cowardly to survive the ordeal; and sometimes, like the unfortunate frog prince of children's fairy tales, I must wait for years and years for someone to stumble upon me. Once, I waited three hundred years before I saw a man. And even then, I could not appear to him, because it was not the death of the seasons." "The death of the seasons?" "Yes. Your civilization has heard a certain tale for many centuries, which I presume was cheaply robbed from my experience. The tale of Persephone and Hades. That wretched woman is released from the Underworld every Spring, as promised by her husband, the Lord of the Underworld. No; that tale is nowhere near the truth, nowhere near as horrible as what really happened to me." "What? What happened to you?" She sighed, a breath rushing over him that had the melancholy smell of flowers over a grave. He knew she couldn't bring herself to tell the story just yet. Joel sat, frozen. He thought of the Greek tales he had studied in high school. The whimsical Persephone, the villainous Lord of the Underworld. He was too overwhelmed by the gravity of it all that he almost forgot to pity Mina. Once, she had probably been a normal, every-day person like him. He examined her face, and wondered what her life had been like. He wanted to ask; but she beat him to it. "Yes, I was just an ordinary girl. More than ordinary. I was just the daughter of a priest and priestess, and I wasn't a notable person in society. I just existed. I do not know why the Lord of the Underworld wanted me." "You do not know?" Joel said. "I believe anyone would want you." He stroked her breast, then lowered his mouth onto the nipple. She urged him closer with her arms. "Tell me more," he said. She squirmed, obviously aroused by the sucking on her breast. "He...he punishes me. For my disobedience," she said. "Disobedience?" "Yes. At my attempts to escape. I do not mean to hurt you, but I will tell you that I have seduced many men, recruited them for my cause. Each time I return to the Underworld, he punishes me for that. Ties me down with a lasso of fire, whips me, does all sorts of horrid things to me, so that by the end of summer, I am nothing but a few flecks of flesh clinging to bone. But I am regenerated to return to earth in the Autumn, and thus I go back down to Hell again, whole, to be tortured again. He does not understand that by punishing me, it just makes me try harder to escape." Joel backed his head away from her breast. "You have seduced me for your cause?" He did not want to admit that he was deeply hurt by that. That he was just one of the many men she sexed, and that he wasn't anything special. Perhaps his fate would be the same as all the others; and what was that? Seeing the concern in his eyes, Mina said: "You must not believe that you aren't significant to me. I sense something special in you. You're the most intelligent man I've known. And your personality—it is just like mine. Perhaps you are like the princess who has finally come to kiss the frog prince. Do not, for a moment, think you are less important, or even as important, than the rest of the men who have stumbled upon my web. I sense my freedom in you; and thus, I hold you in the highest regard." This comforted him somewhat. Well, no matter, he was already caught in her web. There was no escaping her. He accepted his dark situation. "Enough of this for now," Joel said, as he bent down to lick her nipple. I will help you, even if it costs my life. I don't think I have a choice. At least, I think you can offer me some kind of comfort in return." "Yes," she said, suddenly smiling brightly. "I can give you all the comfort you want! And what's more, is that I want to be your wife, once I am mortal again." Joel pondered this and grinned at her. He liked that thought; imagined what it would be like to show off this gorgeous woman to all the world. He lay back, tugged at her, so that she straddled him, and she dipped her tongue into his open mouth. "Fuck me," he said. "Fuck my cock and I'll do anything you want me to. I'll defy the Dark Lord himself if you would just let me inside of you." She bent down, her black hair raining down onto his face, and she whispered in his ear: "That, my beautiful boy, is what I fear. That you will have to face him. See his horrid countenance. Fight him for me. My poor boy, I pity the dreadful task ahead of you. But"—she ground her crotch into his hard cock—"I will reward you greatly." Stolen Goddess Ch. 04 "I have forgotten the name of my country," she said. "In fact, I do not think it even had a name. It was so long ago in my memory that Ancient Rome and Greece are dazzling, new, shiny cultures of such modernity. I don't believe there was such a thing as countries." Joel was tired from the day's work; exams and apprehension; and finally, the inevitable sprint from campus to Mina's cave. She worked slowly and deliberately, spreading an unidentifiable powder in a fine line, forming a circle which enclosed them both on the cave's floor. "My people's days consisted of doing the things which were most vitally anchored to our spirits. We grew grain, we tended our livestock, we prayed to gods who walked amongst us, who saw us and who let us see them, who supped with us; and we did not find this strange, for the gods were as real to us as the trees which silently endure their lives in the forest. "It was, of course, in the place that people of your age call 'Europe' where I grew up. I cannot say exactly where, for to us, the little valley where we dwelt was the entire universe. Men who came and went over the mountains were god-like and were traveling off the edge of the earth into the Unknown." Mina undressed. And gestured with her eyes to Joel, which he understood as a command to undress as well. She knelt near him. As if introducing him to her tale, she briefly, roughly kissed him. He dared to grasp her wrist. "Touch me," he commanded. Obediently she reached down, tugged at him gently and brought him to his hardest. "Your penis," she whispered, pushing her tongue into his mouth briefly, "is sacred to me." He almost laughed. But she, easing herself down onto her back, and pulling his hips toward her, was in all seriousness. "Then you must worship my cock in every way you can," he said. She closed her eyes, laughing delightedly, urging him inside her. He entered her. "In the days of my youth, our people would carve phalluses out of wood, or fashion them out of stone. It was a sacred ritual to be deflowered. A man's penis was held in high regard. Nothing could be so pleasing." She guided his hips with her hands, ushering him into the rhythm that most pleased her. She preferred a slow tempo, then when the tingling begun, she wrapped her legs around his hips and quickened the pace, until they both came. She was delighted, happier than she had ever looked since he first met her. Something about the way she relaxed underneath him after her orgasm subsided told him that this moment was different from any other. "Your seed," She said, and pointed to the powdery white circle she had made earlier. "Mixed with other various ingredients. I have blocked his eye from us. He cannot see us this time. My thoughts are not so laden, and I wish to tell you my story, and to love you more freely than I am comfortable doing when his constant gaze is upon me." She pushed his hips away, his cock slipping from her tight hole, then turned over onto her hands and knees. "Fuck me again, the way I like to be fucked." And with fervor that surprised even himself, he once again brought them both to the point of ecstasy, in that position that was so bestial and thus so much more primitively satisfying. Mina was much more expressive in her sex like this, now that the gaze of her husband was not upon them. The subtle throbbing of her pussy, the way it seemed to suck at his penis, well--she was hungry for his cock, and it gave him much pleasure to know that she genuinely wanted to fuck him, that she wasn't doing it just to enlist his aid, because she knew she had his help, no matter what. She could lock herself up in a chastity belt and throw away the key, and she'd still have his help. He reclined on his back on the cold stone floor of the cave, Mina's magic keeping the chilly autumn air away from him. He panted, numb from exertion, and smiled when he felt Mina's mouth enveloping his cock. She licked off their mingling juices as he dozed off and his penis softened. Thus was her story, come to him in a dream: Mina, gathering flowers as a young adolescent girl. This was her favorite flower: a burgundy blossom with five pointed petals that formed a star. It smelled like lilies and jasmine, an intoxicating scent that kept her in the fields of flower all day. She returned home one evening, and she saw a man supping with her parents. She knew he was one of the gods, for he was far more beautiful than any human she had seen: glossy black shoulder-length curls, a lithe, muscular figure, eyes blue and transparent like the sky, pale skin, a smile that told her he knew everything about everyone. He wore finely-embroidered black robes of a shiny material she had never imagined existed; as if he had somehow figured out a way for obsidian to be pliant in one's hand. Mina's father referred to this god as his "Atayo" and slaughtered for dinner their very best lamb. The Atayo was the one whom a priest chooses to worship primarily, and who then gives the priest strength. Her mother, however, did not seem too pleased with his presence. Many things were discussed, business amongst adults that children sometimes hear but rarely comprehend. What she came away with that night was this: that he would be her husband when she came of age. She could not understand the concept of a mortal being married to a god. She didn't know anyone who was married to a god. "It happens so infrequently," her father explained, "because the gods only pick one spouse for all of eternity. And even then, they rarely choose a mortal." Mina was not yet fully cognizant of the things occuring around her. All things were hazy. She remembered the few instances that her future husband stepped into the field of flowers to smile at her, never touching her, just lingering close by, one day explaining that she was the one who made these flowers grow; nowhere else on Earth did they grow. They were the product of her own mind, a gift he had given her at birth, because he knew he would take her as a mate. On her twenty-first birthday her father and mother had an argument. She could not glean its subject matter. All she knew was that she was to be dressed in fine, blood-red gauzy robes, and taken into the field of flowers. Her mother protested. Mina was led there ceremoniously by her wild-eyed father. He seemed quite pleased about something. There, under the full moon, dressed in those beautiful, shiny robes, was her father's Atayo. She was made to kneel in front of him. "I am the god known as Hataies," he declared. Mina's stomach turned, and she fell back onto her rump. "The Lord of the Underworld!" she gasped. In a moment that all at once became the birth of her mind, she had a moment of unbelievable and painful clarity: the billions of living creatures who died and were then brought under his rule. Hataies held out his hand. Shivering, she grasped it, and he lifted her with little effort into his arms. A stone altar had been set up in the middle of the field. Hataies placed her body over it. She felt the world turn upside down, and she cried out for her father. Hataies laughed. "Your father has sealed his allegiance to me. He is now the most powerful priest in all of Earth, for he has gifted to me the thing which I desire most. He will not stay around to watch us in our wedded bliss; he has already rushed home to commence his work for me." She whimpered, feeling his cold hands gracefully sliding up her thighs, her robes being lifted up over her hips. All at once fear and desire stabbed at her. He held his arms up to the moon, threw his head back, closed his eyes. "I ask thee, ye fellow gods, to grant to me your blessing, for I have chosen my mate, and she is my match. Bless this consumation which we shall perform before thine eyes, so that the Universe may witness the sacredness and permanence of our union!" He produced something long and narrow from his robes. Her eyes widened. She recognized it as a phallus, the same kind that her fellow villagers had used in fertility rituals. But this one: it was more beautiful than any other phallus she had seen. "This," he said, "is carved from a single diamond. It was made just for you." He let her hold it in her hands. It was gorgeous; every detail was painstakingly wrought, and unlike the phalluses she had seen, this one had all the fine subtleties of a real penis. Hataies swept his robes aside. "It is the finer equivalent of my own, which you will have leave to enjoy for eternity," he said. She glanced at his own sceptre, which stood at full attention. Indeed, the phallus matched his penis right down to the bulging veins. He took the phallus from her, and widened her legs. Placed the head of it between the lips of her pussy. A tiny shudder, a vague hint of pleasure, stirred there in her pelvis. Then, with little regard to the fact that she was a virgin, he stabbed her with the diamond phallus. Her back arched. She let out a groan. As he shoved the phallus in and out of her, she writhed, begging him to stop, but in her mind begging him to continue, for she had never felt this aware, this cognizant, in her entire life. She was being born. It seemed a few inklings of her true self were coming to the fore of her brain. Sexual pleasure had not before been a concept she had ever experienced. But the exquisite, almost buttery feeling he evoked in that tight hole of hers was a thing that she felt, at that moment, she could dedicate the rest of eternity to. An unfamiliar static began to grow and spread throughout her crotch. Before she reached the peak, Hataies removed the phallus from within her, leaving her with a painful emptiness and longing. He placed it back in his robes, and stepped between her legs. His penis hovered above her, a gorgeous thing to look at; he was large, hairless, his porcelain skin reflecting hints of the blue moonlight. A cool breeze swept lewdly over them. He slid his cock into her, and with two powerful thrusts, made her cum. She grasped at his hips, in disbelief that such pleasure could even exist. Her legs spread wider and she welcomed every last inch into her. She, limp, exhausted and numb, endured with pain the lengthy duration of their sex. He throttled her violently, then slowly, releasing his burning seed into her after what seemed to have been hours. Her aching legs were wrapped around him as he leaned over to kiss her for the first time. His stiff cock remained inside of her. His lips brushed against hers in a surprisingly gentle manner. She wrapped his arms around his neck, felt the shining black hair. Everything around her became more vivid and haunting; she realized for the first time how the crickets were chirping, oblivious to the divine coupling that had just occured in this field. The perfume of her favorite flower invaded her head. The moon shined with a chilly fervor. The god of the Underworld gazed down at her, crushing her lightly with his weight, emanating a confusing mixture of both warmth and coldness. She realized with sadness that she was losing the life she had previously had; the psyche she once owned was but a bookmark placed there until her true birth as the goddess of the Underworld. A simple tree did not have the same meaning for her anymore. She saw the frailty of life around her; that she would be queen of all this once it became the victim of time, and then it would be a ghost, a thing that did not serve a purpose but to exist in the realm of the Dead. Hataies must have seen this dissatisfaction in her because his eyes grew sad. He slid his still-hard cock out of her. "You must not lament your fate," he said, as if to a child. "I have chosen you because even a goddess could not bear this to happen to her. I can hardly bear it myself!" She could not help but to watch his cock soften, to watch his strong, perfectly veined hands arrange his robes to cover himself. He sat on the grassy turf against the stone altar on which she reclined. She turned to her side and wove her fingers in his long wavy hair. He leaned back into her touch. Mina saw her future with a clarity that must have come with her newly-granted status of divinity, and she could not untangle her two fates: that she would come to both love and detest him. Yes, she would be able to endure it, she thought to herself, but just barely. But that self-assurance could not prepare her for her first glimpse of the Underworld, the kingdom which she was to rule over for all of eternity.