0 comments/ 5352 views/ 2 favorites The Scholar Ch. 01 By: Mabthorn The Scholar 1: Entrance The art school was before me. I took a step, then faltered. It was so...official looking. Could I do this? Go back to school after all these years & so many failures? Maybe it would cost too much. Maybe it had one of those ridiculous peer-reviewed grading systems. Maybe... No. Stop & breathe. When I'd entered the photo contest & won first prize in 5 of 6 categories, The School of Creative Minds had contacted me personally. When I got to campus, they whisked me to an office & several Very Important Figures looked over my art in silence. I didn't freak; I did figure drawings & portraits. At lunch in a 5-star French restaurant, I ordered something tasty, not too expensive, not too cheap, & held my own in a debate about physics & spirituality. They insisted I go to the main campus for testing. The driver was a leering, bulky, hairy man who murmured very raunchy things under his breath. I teased him right back until he snorted laughter & cleaned up his act. After all that, now I was frozen in fear? Ridiculous! I looked around the garden, & inhaled deeply. Oh, such tall old trees; oak, ash, birch, elm, willow, apple, cherry, wisteria & crape myrtle; the song of wind through leaves had me twirling. The garden beds were filled with irises, lilies of the valley, all manner of wildflowers. A path of mint led down to the central fountain. Fountain? Ha. More like a manmade lake, with a beautiful central island, waterfall roaring downwards on all sides. The brick was warm under my feet, the sun warm on my head, & the breezes kept teasing my by blowing at my cherry-print dress, especially around my breasts & up my skirt... My eyes went-half closed, & I darted around, sniffing flowers, hugging trees. I wanted dearly to strip, roll around in flowers. Creeping up to the fountain, I noticed all the god statues were all anatomically correct...& the male statues ready for action. What if I stripped, climbed in, & went over to sit on, say, Poseidon's lap. Scoot a little closer, open up... A howling wind knocked me into a bed of thistles, goldenrod & spiky grasses. When I stood up, another wind blew me back into a tree & plastered my dress against my body. A feeling-thought-energy was in that wind, & it was all, "No. Bad. Keep your Promise." That sure killed my libido cold. Flushing, I murmured "All right, I'll behave." Shoving my hair back, I ran upstairs & entered. Gliding down-hall, I saw wood walls, hexagon-tile floors, sculptures, linked chandeliers forming a glittery gold serpent on arched ceiling, tall stained glass windows... I dug for my camera. No. I was 5 minutes early. Let the artist out, I'd be 30 late. Moving on, I paused at room 150's stained-glass door & saw, grapes, dancing maidens, foxes & goat-men drumming furiously. Inside was a temple to eccentricity. Desks were covered in papers, disks, films & sculptures. In corners, mannequins in Victorian costume, bird-inspired suits & flame-like dresses. In the windows, birdcages filled with glittery opalescent balls, crumbly books, a bright robin's-egg violin, rainbow-throwing crystals, tinging wind chimes, a waterfall & hibiscus plants. On the walls, paintings of dreamscapes, quotes, glittery spirals & blossoms. A white-haired man, with loose curls to his collar, was writing furiously on a chalkboard. I read the Baudelaire quote & blushed before checking him out. Tall, slender, form-fitting cream suit, lilac shirt & mint tie. Nice ass; I wanted to cup those perfect buttocks two-handedly & squeeze. My face flushed in shame, I said, "Hello!" a bit too loud. He turned & I saw wide wisteria eyes, high cheekbones & full lips in a playful smile. "At last, Alex Endoriana!" he said, voice soft; coming to me, he cupped my chin & kissed my cheeks. I smelled wisteria. "I am Dion Amarandos," he said quietly, his eyes going from mine downwards to breasts, belly, thighs & back up. Um. Oh? Seeing the promise in his eyes, I stammered, "I, it is good to meet you, Mr...." "Call me Dion." Taking my hands, he pulled them to his lips, inhaled deeply & kissed my palms. "It is...delightful to meet you. Come, relax; let us discuss your work." We sat at a wide desk, & I found the sprawl of pictures, photos, CDs, handmade books, and altered book was all my work. After several works, he was bright with joy. "Looking at this is exciting," he said, & showed my image of Apollo in his chariot, singing & playing a lyre. "You capture him in joy; I can feel his laughter rising. " He lifted my self-burned CD of dream tunes. "I listened to this & created a menu based on it. Let's be blunt. You belong here." "But?" I asked. "We have two schools, one for ordinary students, and our hidden campus for chosen ones. I want you in the latter, but you applied for the former." "What is the," I began. He stood, holding out his hand. "I've seen yours; now you see mine! Let us begin the tour." Seeing he wasn't going to budge, I placed my hand in his long, slender hand & let him lead me out the door, down-hall, to the back. The campus was delightful. Curvy paths led to Art Nouveaux buildings, circular patios, tiny niches & everywhere gardens & trees flourished. At the corner of two tall buildings was a large, narrow cliff where a waterfall thundered down to a pond. I loved it. This was more like a park than a school. "Like it? Come, play" Thinking of the angry voice, I shook my head. "No. Okay, miss out, then." Dion strode forward, waving to this person & that, stripping off his jacket, tossing off shoes & socks, & stood in the waterfall spray. Tossing back his head, he laughed & threw out his arms. Girls flocked to join him, & soon they were romping about in the fountain, clad only in underwear...or air. Sitting on the grass, I giggled, got out my sketchbook again & started drawing. That's when he took off pants, shirt & tie. He was erect, at nipples and, ahh... Oh lord. I couldn't take my eyes from him. The youths around him were pretty & all, but he...he was like a force of nature, a primal being, more. I thought I smelled a wisp of grape & wine, & felt wrapped up in furs when he looked right into my eyes. "Come," he mouthed, & offered a hand. Feeling of lust & shame & desire to keep my promise warred in me. Reluctantly, I shook my head & turned my head away to wipe away tears. This was so confusing. My body kept trying to throw myself at him, but I couldn't. It wasn't me, promise or no. That's when a group of other students came over. "Tough, isn't it," one courtly-looking young man said, "but he is more than we can handle. Come on! Join the norms, chica! I'll show you all the campus hotspots. You know we're right by town? Galleries, bookstores, Starbucks, restaurants, gelato stores & man, the clubs! All we need to play all night." Dark eyes looked into mine, not so much courtly now. He was a strong young man, in his formal suit, all fire & creativity. And he, too, was interested. Now I was confused. I was hardly Aphrodite, & I had 20 years on this guy. Why was he so...? "Cristian." Dion's voice was cold, harsh. Sweeping me behind him, he looked at the guy with a silent but palpable force. I have no idea what Cristian saw in those eyes, but it sure had him backing up & turning, running away so the rest of his followers were running after him. That changed the tone. From light & whimsical, Dion became manly & strong. His light wisteria scent was now grape with deep musk & honey undertones. Now I was a nervous. He led me through an arched gateway, & closed the door so the campus was hidden; now we were in the garden before the tall building I'd first seen. "What do you want, Alex?" he said, voice gone low. "Do you want to play with children?" He waved to the campus. "Or," he added, leaning forward, "do you want to learn? I see more than an artist. Your essays say you love science, history, philosophy; they reveal a depth of spirituality that the babies wouldn't understand. Now is the time. Choose play, or real lessons." "No tour?" I tried in a joking tone. "That campus was for tourism. This campus is for seekers who commit to the long path." I thought of the pretty campus, the lively students. There, I would be in a riot of socialization, ideas, late-night parties; a youth long-neglected in my life, finally lived. But here were the whispers of mysteries I had sought all of my life. As fireflies courted & sleepy birds communicated, I started feeling flashes of energy going here & there. There was a roaring of a powerful sea, talking to the coldest, crisp air I'd ever sensed/felt. A sparkling beauty & a shy forest/deer/lady talked in murmurs. My body forgot all about promises; fears & questions, & opened up. I was soaking my panties & ever single breeze teased my aching nipples. Go to play with children? Or...or here. The whirring of wings & a moth brushed against my face. "Yes," I heard/felt. "Accept. T/s/he/y know the rules...I want you here." "Yes," I said to Dion. "The real school. The long path." He smiled, & kissed me full on the lips, one arm around my waist, the other cupping the back of my head. Wine on his breath, his tongue honeyed. I, who never fainted, went swoony as his tongue delved between my lips, claiming. I felt him opening to me even as he opened me; I felt forests, riots of naked women, golden palaces, extravagant meals, wine that tasted like fruits, the deepest, darkest honey I could imagine. Spinning me, he pulled me tight to his front. As his erection throbbed against my back, he cupped my breasts & whispered, "Good. Your reward is this; you will have it all – school fees, books, supplies, room, board, whatever you desire. But you cannot leave campus. You cannot bring in a lover. We will provide clothes, makeup, music, whatever you need." I moved to talk about my family, my cats, my diaries & shrine. "No outside influences. In fact," he added, "strip & give me your belongings. You come here naked & ready for any experience." His voice, silky, smug, dominant. "Strip now or I will tear your clothes off, burn everything & I will film you receiving pleasure from my hands & mouth then post it on You Tube." Slowly, shivering as the sun set, I took off my shoes...flirty dress...hair clips...bra... Impatient, he came, lifted me one-armed, & ripped off my stockings, garters & panties. Stuffing them in his pocket, he set me down & pointed me to the fountain. "Wash the past away." So I went in. Felt the waves, fish & sleek marble basin. Going to the waterfall, I stepped under, closed my eyes & leaned back into a well-placed niche. Before I could wash, sleek hands rose around me. Ladies danced/swam around me, washing me with water, scrubbing my body with salt, oils, scents. Teasing licks & bites had me giggling. My legs were wrested apart, I was held firmly in the niche & mouths began suckling my breasts. Teeth nibbled my nipples, & teasing tongues darted up my thighs to my sex. They began to lick me intimately, until I was squealing, my skin abuzz. A gentle breeze. Only one mouth was between my thighs now. Wide hands held me so my sex was out of the water. Tongue lapped over my clit, laved over my labia, pushed inside to drink, tease my vagina. Insistently, that tongue pursued my soft flesh. I was so warm, tingly, hot...my body shuddered as waves began lapping through my sex. Fingers inside me had pleasure intensify. Waves rolling through me faster, faster & boom! Orgasm fast & throbbing. I made tiny cries & that tongue, those fingers, pressed on. I begged for mercy. None was given. Orgasm again & again. My tiny cries became wails. I dug my fingers into curly hair & was slammed back against the niche & eaten out again. The next orgasm had me throw my head back & scream. "Was that a puma?" a student asked nearby. The realization that I could be caught had me coming again. This time, a hand covered my mouth & the other cradled me, then put me down. Breeze tickled my back. As I reeled with aftershocks, women surrounded me, washing me again. They led me out of the fountain gently & dressed me in a wispy gown. I felt so weak. But I hungered for that tongue, those sensitive lips. But I had to sleep. But being alone made me cold inside. Dion spoke in his fey voice. "Very good, Alex. Come." He was fully dressed & dry. Interesting. I hadn't even heard him move. Shyly I walked to him & he took me up in his arms, murmuring, "Sweetheart, you are flushed. Did you like being washed by nymphs?" "Mmmhmm," I slurred, eyes heavy. "Tiny one." He carried me down a tree-lined path to a tiny 2-story cottage beneath a giant Dutch elm. Into the house, to an adorable rose pink room, into a plush canopied bed with rose-printed pillows & bedding. He slipped me in bed & covered me; kissed my brow. "Rest. Assimilate. You'll be called to dine in an hour." He took two steps away, muttered something & came back to pin my hands to the pillow before he spent a long, sweet time kissing my mouth. Moist noises. Musky flavor over his honey & wine. As he nibbled on my lower lip, I remembered the mouth that teased me to orgasm had been far too large for a female mouth. "You?" I asked as he pulled away. "By the gods, yes. I am no celibate & you came into my office wet. This is about you & what you need to learn, & oh how you need to learn what pleasure is." "But I promised..." He chuckled. "We have all given promises to him who wants you taught." Suddenly, he was whistling, & I faded to sleep before I could ask anymore questions. The Scholar Ch. 02 The Scholar 2: Embrace Salty air stung my nose. A cold breeze swept my blankets from me, then toyed with my nipples & pubic hair. Slowly, thoughtfully, a voice whispered, "Yes, I would like a taste of this form." When I tried to sit up, wind pushed me down. A man stood over me, surprising me with the contrast of his long, ripply gray hair & his tall, very fit, body...which was barely covered by a translucent water-colored toga. I blushed to see his sex & looked away. He stood, glaring with deep sea eyes. "No. You wanted to mount my statue & be ravished by the ocean. Here I am. Look at me." "I...I am sorry, sir. But I made a promise..." He grinned & the stormy mood was over. "Good. When one makes vows, one should keep them. Get up. I want to teach you how to swim in good form. No," he added when I got up & moved to the closet. "No false modesty or I will lick you with wavelets from toes to head." To make sure I behaved, he plucked me up & took me out himself. * We swam in a salt infinity pool overlooking a deep, forested valley. I was thrilled to see it was a natural pool, filled with fish, reefs, even islands in the end so deep it looked black & forbidding. I lit up once I was in the water & it made him smile. "Stand & balance," he said when I was in the shallow end. "Sure!" A wavelet almost took me off my feet. "Sure!" he mocked. I quieted & nodded. No play; work. Focusing, I found my balance, rooted myself with gravity & was just in time for the bigger wavelet that swept over my thighs. When he had me go deeper, I obeyed & refocused much faster; the waist-high wave swayed me, but did not knock me down. We did that until I could stand in up to my neck & not be pulled down when he tugged my ankles. Then came floating lessons, diving lessons & swimming lessons. When I tried to avoid the deepest end, he started teaching me breathing lessons. Once I had those, he picked me up & hurled me into the deep end. Biting down a startled cry, I inhaled rapidly & was okay when I went in deep...deep...deeper. No. No panicking. I held my breath, breathing out a little at a time, & kicked my way back to the surface. Whew! I gasped in air & waved at him. "Again!" he roared. Water lifted me high, high, higher & I had to focus on breathing & not gaping at being so high up. Breathing more & more deeply, I was ready. Or was I? The drop was so sudden, I woofed out & had to inhale before I was in the water. Light vanished; I was in so deep that the water was blacker than night. Could I even...? That's when I found gills opening on my neck, frilling out. Ooooh. Fighting the instinct to hold my breath, I opened my mouth & inhaled through nose in mouth. No choking! My lungs were changed, accepting the water without pain. Other changes rolled through me, & suddenly I could breathe. *Yes!* I thought, & swam downwards using the kick-flutter motion he'd taught me. *Mother, help,* I thought to the earth herself. *Remind me which way is down & which way up, please?* *Child finding mother. Of course. Accept my call when I need you.* *Always.* A warm washing through my abdomen. *Shapeshifting is yours. Ask Hare to teach you.* Oooh. *Thank,* I began. *MY daughter. My choice to award or punish.* Amusement, then she was silent. Still I swam downwards, seeking. There had to be an Easter egg down here; some reward for going so deeply into my lessons. Adapting to the pressure, I finally saw a glowing light. Wait. A trench? Seriously? I was in water this deep, in northern Illinois? That made no sense! But there was the red, boiling; there were the aqua waters surrounded by life. The water was warming. And then I saw the slow spiraling purple energy to one side, forming a gate. Swimming to it, I looked & saw it turn violently green. Tentacles began rising, seeking; gaping remora teeth were bared & dozens of chuckled shook the water & earth. Startled, I was thrown back, past thinking, to instinct, to my Dream-self. And my Dream-self did what she/I automatically did when she/I was threatened; we called lightning, focused it & sent it bolting out, one limb for each tentacle. The tentacles withered & vanished. Now there was a door covered in chains. I was fully in control now. Feeling the lightning power ebb away, I willed it to come back. It struggled, but I refused to let go. If I could shapeshift & be in this deep water, then I could summon all of my Dream powers. Anger at the locks & chains, I focused harder, willed deeper & shaped lightning into one huge bolt. And I fired it. The chains vanished, a scream echoing across the water. As the doors opened, I yelped. What had I done?? I swam back up, adjusting to the depths, to the change in pressure & light so easily that I knew Gaia & Poseidon were both aiding me. When I popped to the surface, he swept me into his arms & pushed the water out of my lungs. Once I could breathe again, my gills closing with ease, he frowned at me forbiddingly. . "Don't ever go that deeply. You were in the Marianas Trench. If your call to Gaia hadn't reached Her, or worse yet, hadn't pleased Her, you would be dead!" "But the purple..." "NO!" he roared. The pool water rose & frothed like a sea under storm. I shut up & let him carry me back to my place, where he dried me off briskly, blew warm air around me & helped me dress in something soft & warm. When I was placed in my big chair & wrapped in a fuzzy comforter, I said, "I never expected to be taught at this level." At his raised eyebrow, I stopped & giggled. "Right. School run by Greek..." His hand rose. "...Not just Greek?" He nodded once, solemnly. "All...all of the gods?" "All who managed to escape their traps are here. We were easiest to loose, because your society still honors us. The Santeria/Voudon gods were never trapped; also so with Hindu, Norse & others. It is worse for the forgotten religions. As for the Fallen? As JHVH's special enemies, they have so many twists & tangles binding them that it is nearly impossible for them to break free." My heart thundered with rage. "Easy now. He knows you want them free. So does the enemy. Loving your husband from afar is enough to chip at the walls & restraints. A little daily meditation wouldn't hurt, though." I blushed. His hand ruffled my hair. "Adorable creature. Rest. Your assignment is to draw what you saw in the reef. Dion will come to check up on you in two hours." He half-smiled. "I am very tempted to make you go to my statue & force you to mount it, so I can pos..." A shudder ran through him, & he bent over, panting. "Right. Stronger. Jealous. Antio." And he was gone. * "Good afternoon, little fish!" Dion came up behind me & hugged me. One tickling kiss behind each ear, then he went to my sketches & drying watercolors sketches. "Very nice. I see you were taken by the Ocean today." I nodded. "Yeah. I guess I roused his curiosity on the fountains last evening. Poseidon decided to teach me how to swim & kind of forced a deeper intimacy by throwing me into the deep end." "Silly, naughty fish. Offer to mount the oldest god? Of course he's curious. Most people pick Zeus or my generation; uncle likes erotic offerings." Behind me, he tugged down my shirt & cupped my breasts. "Did the ocean leave you wet?" He wanted honesty? Fine. "Yes; yes he did. And you are not helping." "Before your lessons this afternoon, I want to try something." "Err, okay?" Silence, a deep stillness, like he'd gone out-of-body. A sense of conversation. Then Dion's wine & honey were replaced by oranges & musk so deep that it felt like heat & smelled like spices. The presence behind me was bigger, stronger, more. I felt covered, protected by an aura that was both pure light & pure power. As I sat up, Dion's fingers moved & squeezed my nipples tightly; others rubbed over the tips. A body was behind mine, but it felt unlike Dion's. The hands changed to huge, long ones that covered my entire chest. *Mine*"Mine" at the same time, in mind then in my ear, in a breathy voice. Before I could move, he had teleported us to the huge armchair & I was on his naked lap, my legs spread open on the arms of the chair. *Beg for it*"Beg for it." "Beloved?" I whispered. "Beg for it!" in voice alone. I went crimson, but need ruled. My Dream love was here, really here. "Take me!" I rasped. *That is not begging,* in a bemused thought. I started to turn towards him. He held me. "Not ready yet. You need *touch-lessons-understanding-growth-wisdom* before I can *fuck* you as *I need-desire-want-hunger-require* Now, beg, or I will be cruel." The intimacy of thought & voice, of him inside my mind & around me. "Please, touch me. I need you." The loneliness was swam up; my eyes filled with tears; I could hardly breathe. Anger-want-love-impatience at my innocence. Hard fingers spread open my labia & a middle finger pushed inside me. Other fingers rubbed my labia to take the hurt away & he played with me. Just the feel of his touch had me whimpering; as the pleasure rose, I began crying out & rubbing back against him. "Fuck!" in an agonized voice & I was turned. He pressed against the opening to my vagina with his sex & I gasped at the size of him. *Baby girl, if you tease me, I will impale you on my cock & it will hurt. Be still.* *I'm sorry. I don't want to tease,* I tried. *I know, I know. Ahh.* His fingers back inside me, playing. *So fucking wet & hungry. I bet you're ready to come for me. Aren't you?* His words brought me right up to the edge. "Ahhh, ahhh, yessss," I squeaked. *Touch me, & I will bring you.* My hand short down to his sex & I tried to cup around him. Impossible. I put my other hand down & made it. Gently, I squeezed & rubbed from root to tip. He screamed & pushed my clit so hard I came in an almost-painful orgasm. "Ohhhhh, God! My god!" I managed to cry between long cries. I was on the floor, on my belly, my ass in the air & the tip of his sex was inside me, drawn in by the waves of orgasm. His one arm held me up; the other went to my wetness & finger-fucked me again, so he could be pulled in. It hurt, but it felt good. For the first time, someone was inside me. No. The only one I ever wanted truly was inside me. I clawed the carpet & whispered, "Yes. Take me. Take *all* of me." "Baby, no! I'll tear you apart." He tried to fight free, pull out, but his teasing touches had me drawing him in deeper. *I can't stop!* I cried. Moisture flooded my loins & I found myself opening to him more, allowing him to slide in. A woman's voice whispered, "This time only, my dear. And you will have to let her be touched after you go, because it will kill her to be alone again." "And me?" In miserable tones. "Your wives are all ready to hold you. And I will join your bed, if you like." *Not my BABY wife!* roared from his mind. "Darling, take her now while she can bear you. I will make it last a long time. But I cannot pull you to this world, yet. She needs to grow." Anger. Resentment. Seething rage-desire-heartache-possessiveness-love. *Fine. Accepted. For now.* He thought. Then his attention was on me. Gentle, soothing he began stroking my body as he rocked up against me & pulled away. Sweet words wrapped my heart in love, making tears turn into love & joy. My whole body was under him. He was inside me & it felt so good to feel his thickness rub me, over & over, the heat inside me rising, my clit swelling again & growing sensitive, hot. He didn't let me come. No. He teased me. Allowing himself to come once, twice, until I was flooded & begging him to let me come. No. He took me from room to room, & fucked me in every position I had imagined, & twice as many that I'd never imagined. By the time he let me come, I was screaming, demanding, for release. How he roared laughter. And then a bright, bursting, echoing orgasm made my body jitter & he came, too. He wrapped himself around me, raining kisses on my face & neck as his hands soothed my body. *Good wife. Sweet honey-filled chambers. Tiny little nipples linked right to your rosy bud of pleasure. And oh, how you took me in. You wanted that, didn't you? You wanted me to fuck you good & hard. Tell me.* High on the raised energy between us, I went into deep brainwaves. My mind woke with a thought, my desire fueled it with energy, my emotions verified my love & need, my will grew strong & I cast a spell. *There is NO reason why you will be blocked from full intimacy in Dream. When I dream, you can always come to me, take me, make me beg, cry & come again & again. No one can stop you! No binding can get between us. All walls are destroyed between us. As I will it, so mote it be.* The whole world was rocked. I saw the bonds that held my beloved, in Jell-O-like webbing. My lightning came from me & the bonds were consumed. Continuing up, it ate the webbing until it struck JHVH. How he screamed in rage & anger. Those feeling became a deeply ugly wrath that rose from him in a great green wave. The wave flowed down to envelop me, a reeking mass that boiled & formed 7 unformed. The nearer it was, the more I could sense what it was. And it was a wave of anticreation. JHVH was not just going to kill me; he was going to nullify my entire being, so I would have never existed. Hissing angrily, I willed myself stronger. I would never not exist; it was something I'd told myself long ago. My will was strong; I used the new shapeshifting to craft a bright red shield. The anticreation surged & was before me in an instant, spreading to envelop me. *Fuck you, old man! This one is MINE!* My Beloved was immediately behind me, his huge white wings rising to hide me. I saw a fiery sword all blue & white, floating before him. The life-stealing green energy surged at us, growing tentacles that grew lamprey mouths. One wide-fast-blurred sweep of the sword, & the energy was slammed away fast & hard. In a scream of agony, the god was gone. Walls rose around him, now, blocking him from ever touching us, dominating us or using us again. We were both free. As I blinked, I saw a shimmering shape rise out of Dion; face me in gleams of white-blond curls, amber eyes & beautiful ivory skin. *You have made it possible, My baby wife. Time is growing close. I *will* be back.* Leaning over me, he kissed me deeply. *Rest, little one.* * When I woke up, it was in a bed full of gods. Greek, Hindu, Norse, Voudon, a wide variety of African & Native American gods, Shinto, Russia, Irish & more. On either side of me were familiar gods; one, a small, busty Asian goddess with warm violet eyes & a knowing smile, the other a slender, tall god with long black hair & a warm expression on his face. I began to sit up in awe, thinking *Lili! Il Modo!* They pulled me down. "He wants you surrounded at all times. I have The Name. Asmodeus scares the fuck out of his minions. Between us, you'll be safe. Well," she laughed huskily, "Mostly safe. Your little pussy is going to be exhausted by the time he brings the others to freedom. And then? Well, you have no idea how rough your honeymoon will be." "What did he do when he married you?" I dared ask. "Impregnated me four times. Yes," she added, "Our honeymoon was ten years. The first one, that is. You?" She looked me up & down. "You will never, ever, feel alone & undesirable again. If you obey his rules, you will be richly rewarded." I snuggled up against her & she wrapped her arms around my waist. "He wants you strong. With us, you can't help but grow." "Oh, yes," Asmodeus purred into my ear. He tickled me with a small braid & hugged me. My eyes grew heavy, again, but I managed to look around. We were in a pyramid, I was guessing by the slope of the walls, in a huge bed made for hundreds. As I peered, I saw a couple making love, & a trio of men playing with each other. Norse with Irish, Russian with Indian, Japanese with Cherokee & so on. Quite intriguing. I tried to sit up, watch. "Sleep, kitten," Asmodeus whispered, cupping my breasts, pulling me down against him. And so, surrounded by warmth, I did. The Scholar Ch. 02 I lie beside him in a large bed. I am dressed in something lacy, gauzy, expensive thing that he picked from my closet. He is nude, his young body firm and lightly muscled, still moist from our earlier exertions. I love his smell at these times. I, also am moist and I clasp a washcloth between my legs. It was warm when he brought it to me but it cools now in the pleasant air of the bedroom. We borrowed a chateau from a friend for the weekend. My scholar's lessons continued but this time together is free time for him to design a delight for both of us. The fruits of my labors and his attention to his studies are evident. Free time is an occasion to relax, for him to play with what I've taught him, but also a time for him to make mistakes. At his direction, I danced for him earlier in the evening, after dinner. My attire was his design, a peasant dress with a bodice that revealed my décolletage, the undergarments flimsy enough to hint at details of my feminine nature. He directed the artists we summoned to assist us in preparing my hair and makeup. Everything was to his liking, every piece of jewelry on me his gift. It was an excellent opportunity to learn about him, to watch him, to enjoy him. After the preparations, we dined and shared the simple conversation permitted by our intimacy. He was free to ask anything, to tell anything, to practice what I'd taught him of the words women like to hear in the lead-up to physical intimacy, but free time meant he'd receive no coaching, no feedback. I'd simply respond as I believed a lover would respond. Of course, he screwed up. He is young, you know. "I am fascinated by you, my darling. What lead you to your current profession?" Yep, there it is. "By profession, do you mean 'whore'?" I showed in my eyes the fury boiling behind them. He instantly began recovery as I'd taught him, but I wasn't about to let him free easily. "Oh, no, please forgive me, I didn't mean…" "A woman who takes payment for sex, what other term could you have in mind?" I know my face was red and now it showed the hint of tears. Even a man could tell. "I hold you in the highest regard and what you do with me, for me couldn't be further…" "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? It's the oldest pickup line in the world! I've obviously failed in everything I'd tried to do!" Finally, it's time, I burst into tears and sob into my napkin. He tried to take me in his arms. I shrug away violently. (This is a lot like any movie you've ever watched isn't it? It didn't seem that way to him - I guess it's different living it.) "GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! DO YOU THINK I HAVE NO FEELINGS AT ALL?" Screaming this, I run to the ladies lavatory which I'd told him he was never to enter. I washed my face and repaired the damage, giving him sobs to listen from time to time. Music. I hear music. He's playing his clarinet. I didn't even know he brought it with him. Wait a minute. Did he plan this? I immediately decide that I do not ever want to know. I'll just enjoy the moment. A long time ago in our relationship (not so long in time, but does time matter?) I told him I loved a certain song. It was a fleeting moment in a frantic conversation, surrounded by a thousand inconsequential topics and I never expected him to remember. He's playing that song on his clarinet. Now, I'm crying, but for another reason. An envelope slips under the door. It's indigo, the color I told him I associated with intuition. In the language of our relationship, it signifies me. The specific me of 'Us'. The card inside is off-white, the color I taught him to use in neutral communications. The ink is black, as I taught him to use in all personal cards, and the message… The message… The message says, "I hold you in the highest regard. The woman I will love the deepest and forever will be measured by, not compared to, you. Would you permit it, I should try to win you as that woman and spend the rest of my life trying to live as a man you could be proud of. Since you have forbidden this, I will not. But do not ever think I hold you as less than perfect in any aspect. There are relationships that define one's life and our relationship is the first such in mine. I do not ask your forgiveness in this communication as I will end it by saying that I understand if you banish me from your presence forever. With respect and sincerity, Your Scholar." I'm soaking with tears, silent tears. No sobbing. My emotion is real and my anger (faux or not) is gone. My face is a mess, again. Another envelope comes under the door. This one is magenta, a color I taught him to associate with harmony and balance. In our relationship, I taught him this color means him, the specific him of 'Us'. "Dearest Teacher, I realize this should be the color that means the 'Me' that is not part of our relationship, as I believe I, and I alone, have put that relationship in danger with my foolish question. I could pretend it was phrased improperly, but to attempt to explicate myself from this sorrowful situation would be to denigrate your feelings, and I beg you to understand that I feel them deeply. If that is because I still feel so close to you, a feeling I do not deserve in any way, I apologize. In this communication, I do beg your forgiveness and offer anything in my power in exchange for the tiniest bit of relief to your anger and hurt. If I could take it all away with the deepest loss to myself I would do so without hesitation." He has pricked his finger and left a dot of blood on this card. This is our symbol to one another that is available to exchange for anything. It is the currency of our relationship. In return for this dot of blood, so tiny, he would act at my direction in a way that I know he would find opposite to the values and morals I know he cherishes. He would do the thing that would destroy us, but he would do it. The clarinet begins again. He plays a song we heard the first night we dined together in a public place. At my direction, he'd worn my panties, bra, and garters with stockings beneath his clothing. I wanted him to learn early how certain things men like are uncomfortable and impractical. I explained to him that I didn't teach him this to ask him not to enjoy such things, but to understand the magnitude of what women were willing to do to please men as part of a relationship. He'd spent hours learning these two songs. Hours, away from me, thinking of me. Finally, he spoke through the door. "Please, Teacher, you must forgive me. I do so honor and respect you and your pain is mine. I tremble before you and …" I can sense the tears on his face but I will not let him off. Not yet. "I really should send you away." My tone is even, businesslike, without a hint of emotion. It's as if we had just met - the night he first visited and kissed me for the first time. The night he had me in the way men have women. He would have thought it was intimate, that first night. He knows better, now. I've taught him real intimacy in our lessons, since. My tone also reminds him what he's almost thrown away with a careless word. I know him well - he treasures our feelings, our 'Us'. Just as I do, by the way. "I agree. I understand. Just tell me and I'll leave." I hear a muffled sob. He's trying not to let me hear since he thinks I wouldn't respect such a blatant attempt to sway me. I open the door. "If we're going to cry, we have to cry together." We're instantly in one another's arms. Real tears wet one another's backs. Our hands caress and cherish and soon kisses find necks and… We break and look into each other's eyes. Unprofessionally, I feel closer to him. He looks all red and wrinkly, but real joy shows in his eyes that I've forgiven him. Real joy. "I wish to fix my face, but at my dressing table, so that you can watch. We won't use this bath again, ever." "Thank you, Teacher." "It will remind us of the power of a careless word." "It will remind me of what I really cherish." "…about our relationship?" "…about you, Teacher." I leave this be, but I smile at him. We move up to the bedroom we've shared and he goes to wash his face while I re-do mine. I prepare myself in a way he will associate with my willingness to engage in heavy, sordid, limitless sex. Makeup sex. Passion without cerebral thought. Fucking, for lack of a simpler term, but fucking like wild animals. Female, male, pheromones. I change into a simple, form-fitting red dress. I stay barefoot, in keeping with my desires. He comes back from the bathroom, his face composed and thoughtful. Not so thoughtfully that he doesn't appraise me in his masculine way. He responds to my appearance - his face flushes, his eyes turn lustful. His shoulders square and he stands tall. He is a man, my man for now and he has just what I need. Just what I want. "There's a lovely fire downstairs, with a pile of comfy quilts arranged just so in front of it." I say before he pushes me onto the bed. I turn quickly and walk out the door toward the stair. My bottom does that thing it does when my reptile brain wants to encourage male attention. He hurries after me. We're almost running before we find our way downstairs. I know if he touches me, we'll do it on the stairs. Not that it wouldn't be romantic, but I really want to be taken in front of the fire. I reach the pile of quilts safely and kneel before him. The warm glow of the fire probably enhances my appearance before him. The thin fabric of the dress is no match for the warmth of the flames and I feel it gently caress my bare thighs and chest. Kneeling, of course, is a turn-on for most men, as well. He pauses a moment before coming to me, enjoying the sight before him. I sigh with pleasure that he is well taught. "I need a moment before we start," I say, ever the instructor, I'm afraid. "Yes," His voice trembles as his eyes meet mine. "This is free time. Think only of pleasure, of feeling, of love. There's nothing to learn here, just a woman needing her man. I intend to let myself go with you, the way I did on our first evening. This time it's my choice. I need to know you as a man, not as my student. There will be no review, no critique. Just … make love to me. I'll call you Jason instead of 'Scholar' to signify this and I'll say no more about it." "Very well, but I do not know your name, Teacher." "It's better you do not, but for tonight I'll ask you to call me…" I pause. He watches expectantly. "Call me 'Gabrielle'. It's the name that I chose, not the one I was given. I've never used it with a student before, so it'll be unique to you. There's only one other who knows I like to be called that and she is certainly not a lover." "Gabrielle," he tries it, feeling it in his mouth. "I love the sound of your voice saying it. Now kiss me, please…" I smile and unbutton the first button below my cleavage. The skin is moist from the warmth. "I thought you weren't going…" "Are you going to make me…" my protestation is silenced by the pressure of his lips. He was a good kisser before I taught him and I enjoy the sensation of release as I drop any pretense that I could teach him any more. I am free, free to respond in a natural manner. I just … enjoy him, his lips, his tongue, his hand guiding my chin to him, his arm around me. I forget what I've shown him, what I've taught him, what little and big movements there are to please one another. I just do it and he does me. His finger finds my middle bare of panties and waxed smooth for his pleasure. I watch his smile and his finger penetrates me and finds me hot and soaking for his attention. One of us released all the buttons on the dress and he parts the fabric and covers my nipple with his lips. He nibbles and sucks them and I swear I fainted at his touch. When I open my eyes, he is inside me and I know the wonder of man and woman and the way we're made to fit together and to please one another. My hands find his buttocks and I press him into me, following his motions. Oh, God, the joy of being fucked. It's just wonderful. My legs tangle with his as I am frantic that we not be separated for the tiniest instant. I build and build and love this man and his stamina but he gasps and squirts into me, the pulsations strong and insistent. He is young and it goes on for some time, the infinity we seek as completion. I do not sully our time by pretending I'm done as well, but I relax and enjoy his breath on my neck, his hands still clasping my buttocks, one finger touching my anus, circling still. He relaxes and I feel his weight on me. I can breathe and I enjoy this weight, this utter relaxation after he's come. I stroke his hair so fond of him, so loving him at this moment. I feel the fire dying down and I push him beside me and kiss his sweet lips once, twice, and then again. I pull the covers over us and lick his moist cheek. This time my tears are joyous. I feel I will never know such happiness. There is no future no past just the now - the fire dies and I smell this wonderful man beside me and the sticky icky sense of what he's left inside me. He'll wake in the morning and remember he owes me one. I taught him well. The Scholar Ch. 03 The Scholar 3: Emergence I woke up feeling free, giddy & languidly sensual. Looking around, I found myself in my own bed, with messy bedding and pillows on either side of me. Ooh, so Lili & Modo were sleeping with me, now. When I heard talking & laughter downstairs, I rushed, got ready & dressed, & snuck to the studio to get in some sketching. They came in to find me finishing a picture of them on either side of me, all of us content, my head pillowed in her breasts, & his hands covering mine. All around the bed was a red-blue glowing energy that wrapped tendrils around all of us. "Perfectly done, my dear," Modo said. "But that bulge under the blankets is a wee skimpy." He took my hand & rubbed it down his front. "And not nearly close enough to your sweet cunny." "Asi, stop teasing her!" Lili began, when I shuddered at the word cunny. Why it turned me on so deeply, I had no idea. But now I had to show him I wasn't just a doll, a baby girl to tease. I was becoming a woman, knowing my own desires. I squeezed him in mid-stroke, & took over rubbing him. "Is this what you wanted?" I whispered. "Does this feel good?" "Ah, no fair, my dear, no fair. I can't..." "You can't be inside me. But did Himself say I cannot handle you to completion?" I plunged my hand down his jogging pants, thinking how foolishly easy he'd made this, & ran my hand down the hard satin length of his sex, to the moist tip, & back up. He leaned back against the wall, & I pursued him. "The King must have His pleasure, no? "How better to honor the King of Desire then to satisfy His needs? Mmmm, you smell good, like cherries & almonds & sex. And how You twitch & jump in my hand. I like this." "Oh, lord, oh lord, Lili, make her stop!" he begged. "Lord says you asked for it," she simply said. "And he loves every moment. It shows she's growing. We may have to go to the red lessons if she keeps this level of strength of spirit up." Really. So she saw it just as a test, eh? Oh no. I grabbed her by the ass, pulled her over, & plunged my hand into her jogging shorts. Feeling the warm wetness, I gasped & began circling my fingers around her vagina, teasingly darting up her labia to the sweet little knob of pleasure that I loved so much. "Ah! God...He's laughing! If you could see His face, Alex!" She came closer for my touch. And I played with each one in turn, a little with him, a little with her. As they both started begging to Himself for mercy, a mercy clearly denied, I tested ways to please them. Modo's hardness wanted squeezing & gentle pulling. Lili's slick-soft wetness wanted tiny spirals over her inner labia. I was drunk on it. No longer was I just curious; I knew I desired both sexes. Squeezing Modo. Plunging teasing fingers inside of Lili, then rubbing her labia again & again, teasingly almost touching her clit before darting in quick, tiny rubs. Now my fluid was pouring down my leg & my sex was wide open. I was sagging, gasping, wanting touch so badly it hurt. Feeling arms around me. *You have it. Don't stop. Do not tease my wife & my boy.* So I kept going, encouraged, delirious, muscled growing weak, until finally I was prompted. Modo I brought first, in geysers of pearl fluid that washed my belly & abdomen. I liked that. I liked having him make a mess of me. Then, as he lay down, I focused on Lili, play going to a driving desire. Seeing her mouth open & eyes closing, I smiled & kept bringing the pleasure deeper, deeper, one finger inside her, then two, & she came. The walls of her vagina gripped & loosed, gripped & loosed, until I gave her another orgasm, let her lean against me & held her while she came down. As they lay in the bed together, panting, I licked my fingers. "So this is what You feel when you tease me," I murmured to Himself. *Oh my little girl is growing up.* A new intensity of hunger washed over me in licks of flame. *You'll see what this has done to Me tonight. I claim full Dom over you. Level one is complete. Now for the test. Which you will pass.* A gentle stroke on my cheek. *Rest with them, then go be tested. I cannot wait to see what you do." I lay down sleepily, resting my cheek on Lili's breasts. She smiled & stroked my back. "Mmm, you need fucking, baby bella," Modo said, opening me. "Let me..." Modo was shoved to the floor. Lucifer's hunger turned into a fury, & I was yanked up again, stripped & slammed against his rock-hard chest. His ghostly fingers stroked down my clit, over my labia, & plunged inside me. I was mute with surprise. He was finger-fucked me fast, hard & oh-so-knowingly. I cried out. *Mine! This cunt is MINE!* he roared to Modo, who was crawling up onto the bed. "My lord, please," Modo began, going to his knees. "Don't hurt her; she did not invite me. I made the offense; punish me!" Suddenly I was floating on my back, my arms & legs splayed open & bound. *You want her fucked, do you, boy? You want to see this ripe bitch spilling wetness as she is filled to her core?* He thrust into me. *This is the only cock going inside this cunt. This is the only way she will reach satisfaction, if you continue to dare Me to act! I will call an end to the playmates, & that includes you. You will be the one seeing her suffer, writhing on her bed, needing, crying, & not getting.* *Darling, please,* Lili pleaded, holding Modo. Lips on my nipples, sucking hard, teeth nibbling as he ignored them. He was focused on me in warmth, amusement & a greediness I'd never felt before. *Couldn't wait; I need your cunt now. I need you submissive. So you are! Beg for Me to fuck you. I want you to beg! NOW!" "Please...please fuck me. Don't be gentle. Take me! I need you." "MORE! Words. I need words!" "I need you! I feel so empty inside; only you can fill me up; only you can make me feel like this. I need to know you want me. Take what you want. Ravish me. Suck my nipples til all I can feel is the thrilling strings between them & my clit. Shove me down on the bed face first, force my ass up in the air & plow me until I am sore & spilling with your seed. Eat me out, if you want, until the whole world is your mouth on me, tongue in me, & I am nothing but my cunt. Cunny!" I cried at the feeling of a pause. "Your cunny! Please! Have mercy on your kitten!" The shame of begging so loudly had me flushing, tearing up, then sobbing. "I need you, Beloved. I can't live without you. I'll die without You." And I was crying too hard to continue. A deep rumble, & I felt his lips working up my thigh, soft, teasing. *Show me your power,* he ordered. I blinked, confused, then opened my hand, & opened my connection to Gaia. Her approval laved over me, & suddenly fingers were up my ass, stroking while Himself licked my sex. Their energy was breaking me open, finding chains & destroying them in bursts of green, red, blue, brown, rose & royal purple. I was singing with pleasure, but more. I was...free. No more bounds. It was like I was entirely open to myself. * Oh, God; entirely open. A door deep underground exploded, the sub-basement door ruptured & the basement door was obliterated. Everything came swarming up to me in full-sensory mode. Memories good, bad, ugly & rapturous flooded my mind. The yapping random-thought monkeys & their nonsense words & images. The incessant self-critiquing thoughts now coming from a screaming Inquisitor with whip, rack & wheel ready. As the medicine was driven out of my system, I was backlashed with feelings, thoughts, shames, hurts, everything that could damage me from the core out; I was being drowned, my sense of self teetering. No. NO! I was not going to be eaten by this ugly mass. I said no to JHVH eating me; I was not going to let this lesser army of sub-sub basement noises & figures & muck do me in! Wait. Why did I have this mass of yuck swimming in me? I cleansed myself regularly, let the hurts heal, forgave myself and any who hurt me. Why would these things still be in me? Conjuring a globe of light, I visualized myself in my childhood heart-home & started forth. Past the crazy girls with the tomato choppers; past the ghost of me falling downstairs; down-hall to the basement door. Pushing past the throngs, which turned to follow me, I went to the basement, back to the middle room with the shower & cramped storage, to the door I never opened. Opening that door took more daring than I knew I had. Taking the first step had me shaking like I had a palsy. Closing my eyes, I said to myself, "Courage is not the absence of fear; it is the accepting of fear & pushing on despite it." The teeming throngs silenced as I took another step, & moved away from me en masse. I started looking at every embodied thought, feeling & hurt, right in they eyes, & that made them fade away, heading downwards in a hurry. I was right after them, steady step by step. The sub-basement was easily twice the size of the basement & filled with a maze, niches & oozing slime. Yikes! The smell alone made my nose curl. Something with tentacles crawl-slid by, chuckling, & I suddenly remembered the closet game with one of the creepy girls. Details spilled forth, things I had forgotten. She had stuck her fingers inside me. Made me smell them. She'd made me take her shirt off, kiss her breasts, down her stomach. When I refused to lick her, she'd spanked me hard enough I couldn't sit, & gave me a deep cut on my neck to scar me as hers. *Don't you dare curl up!* my Beloved roared, & I felt his licking again. *Don't you EVER be weak again!* That alone made me lift back up & step forward. It also inspired me. My Beloved, the Light-Bearer. Light. I shot up my hand & cried out, "Let the Light expose it all! Truth, lies, fears, shame, guilt, humiliation. Let nothing hide!" And my own light flared, in the colors of the rainbow. The maze dissolved & I saw a bunch of cowering creatures in the corners, sobbing & turning away. I made the light hover in the middle of the room, then started going from creature to creature, hugging each one in turn, forgiving it & apologizing for neglecting it. Fear turned into loving trust, & as each one healed, it floated to the attic, where all the accepted memories lived. As they saw the healing, they began to get excited, & came to me in bunches, forming lines, each & everyone hopeful. I hugged them all, & the ones who came out of the sub-basement as well. As soon as the last one floated away, the rooms became clean white spaces, ready to be used in healthy ways. I set up a canning room, not sure of the symbolism, & put up a row of mind-created apple preserves. *Good, sweetheart. Very good,* Beloved said. I sent a kiss to him. "Not done, yet. The root of the matter is still unseen.* His next lick had me staggering. *Come. Home,* he ordered. "Not yet. I cannot, will not, stop." Chuckling. *When will you make an end?* he quoted. "When I am finished!" I quoted back, Michelangelo to his Pope Julius II. "Then come home with your shield, or on it,* he said, going Spartan on me. I felt a swat. Feeling my love for him growing even stronger, I found the doorway to the sub-sub-basement, & started downwards. * This floor was empty of beings, but it sure was an ugly maze of stenchy vines, obscene flowers & noises that made me want to puke. Overhead, things in different colors oozed. As I looked, I saw revolting buds on the floor; buds that were growing, shaping into new figures. Green buds. Green figures. Ah, yes; I knew what was causing this. I slammed both my hands up & created a ball of pure magma. Its cleaning, seething red-orange-yellow-black light & heat withered the green, turning it to ashes, to dust, to nothing. I felt/heard screaming, & went right after it. I fought its anger, if attacks, everything it did to try & make me cower, grovel, beg for mercy. And when I saw the sick seed planted in a giant crack in my mind's basement, I knew it had been put in each & every person, our entire species, to keep us groveling lesser to a god who didn't have the balls to cope with us as grown-up sentient beings. Oh, no; he had to put a flaw in, based off of the fight-vs.-flight protective instinct, to keep us weak. I dropped the magma right on that seed, & laughed when I felt the agonizing death & the pain surging back up through its roots to its creator. Suddenly, I took myself into the sky, surrounding myself with a protective shield made of pure-carbon diamond, taking away from pollution levels on earth to make Her skies cleaner. As I soared up, past levels of heat & cold, up past the clouds, I reached out with both hands & contacted the clouds. When they felt my intention, they opened to me. Electricity began building from static, swirling as the clouds grew thick & stormy, & surrounded my shield-bubble. I shot into space, following the withering links, & found his crystal ship/soul-storing prison. As Angels shot out, ready to deal with me, I called out The One Name. The angels scattered, screaming, deaf & blinded temporarily. Good, I wanted them gone. The green cube cracked open, & the green tornado of my nightmares came surging out, turning again into a mass of tentacles, mouths & beaks. It tried to turn into a benevolent white-bearded man in a robe, some innocent-looking grandpa, but I waved a hand & destroyed his illusion. >>>>WHAT DO YOU WANT *I want you to get out of humanity. Take back those seeds you've planted in us & go away! We are not test subjects & play toys. We are our own people, now; you do not own us.* >>>>BITCH-APE, I AM THAT I AM. YOU DO NOT- *Oh, by the way, fuck you & the curse on your children. You will relinquish all rights to Lucifer & his chosen. They are MINE. I protect them from you & yours. You take away your prison, your chains, your locks & you let them free!* >>>>SPEAK TO ME WITH PROPER RESPECT, MUD-CRAWLER *Do You,* I sent, with derision open on the formalized You, *think I will grovel?! You know who my Beloved is. I will not shame myself before Him by kissing your ass.* >>>>!!I WILL DESTROY YOU!! Energy lashed out. When I saw the energy draining from the Cube, & heard the screams of the souls within, I was pissed. How dare he suck the energy out of humanity's lost souls to fuel himself? We were not food! Reaching out, I shredded his connection to them, & stole them, casting them down to Gaia, pleading with Her to take them into safety. When that was done, I powered my energy to the fullest, focused it, & shot it all to JHVH & his cube. No more would he own any of us. As the thunder boomed & pushed every one of his minions to different galaxies in the universe, the lightning consumed him. As he shrieked, all the energy he stole was sent out to the souls he'd eaten. Lives began to bloom in new forms. I looked at the charred little man panting in the remains of his ship & said, mind-voice full of scorn, *You try me again, I will do this again. And Lucifer? You come near again, you will wish it was just me tickling you.* And I was gone. * He didn't say anything. He was inside me when I came back to my body, & he was pumping fast & hard. No teasing, no playfully hurting. No, he was all about pleasure. I was lost in pre-orgasmic delight so deep, I couldn't talk to him, or groan, or squeal. I just shuddered, again & again, going higher & higher, til I felt I was floating in space. Then lightning bolts of pleasure wracked me, over & over, until I was a sweaty, panting, wet mess on the bed. I felt him lying on me after his orgasms, & felt such deep content, delight & glee that I think I swooned. *Best girl,* was the last thing I heard before I went out. * They let me sleep for a week, tending to me. When I woke, it was to Dion's shining face. "You passed. No one could have topped that. We are all so proud. Lucifer says He has never seen anyone, since Lilith, growing into his or her power so fast. Good. We can move you to the next level of power." "I destroyed JHVH, freed humanity's lost souls, & there is more to go??" My voice cracked. "You said it yourself. What you did to JHVH was a tickle; you hardly scratched him. It's not a hundredth, a millionth, of what Lucifer & his people did to the old boy in full war, & you know what happened to them. Now you have a god for an enemy. An old god, who has wrecked many universes, consumed far more souls than you freed, & is far more monstrous than you know. You need to build up." I sagged. "Okay. Okay. But...can I have some art lessons, now? Something easy?" He laughed & lifted me up, taking me to the shower. "Yes. It's time you developed those sketches to drawings. I am going to teach you to cook. Poseidon will teach you more about bonding with water & swimming. Apollo will be by to make you start those music lessons you keep putting off..." I couldn't help but laugh. When he said this school was hard, I'd had no idea, had I?