Beira
A grey dawn greeted Theodore as he left the jungle at last. The boy was fatigued. The boy was hungry, having stopped only briefly in Parvati’s jungle to drink, otherwise walking endlessly. The jungle had given way to a forest of a different kind, dead and chill. The trees there were bereft of leaves, save for a few stragglers, brown and dry, rustling in the cold wind. He had arrived in a land perpetually at the very end of fall, or very dawn of winter.
Theo felt similarly bleak. The hopelessness of his situation lay fully upon him now, and he was fast approaching despair. It was thus that he almost missed the woman who waited near the border of the dead forest to greet him. Although she would have been easy to miss in any case, as she was clad in a ragged cloak of brown and grey which blended perfectly with the scenery around. She bore a censer in one hand, scented smoke billowing out of it and getting blown away upon the cold breeze.
“Weary wanderer,” she called. Theo turned, finally seeing her amongst the trees.
“Who are you?” he asked, though the boy already had a sense of dread about the answer.
“I am she who looks after all of those like you,” the woman said, stepping closer to him. She lowered the hood of her cloak to reveal a beautiful, pale face and red hair. “You are tired, and without home or hope. I am Beira, the Goddess of Want, and I can ease your suffering. Come.”
“You just want to have sex with me!” Theo protested, stepping back from the Goddess. There was an odd smell about her, sweet and cloying, coming from the censer. “You just want me so you can have a child, and then I’ll die!”
“This is so,” Beira said, closing in on him as the censer swayed in her hand. The smell grew stronger, the scent flowing through Theo’s lungs and into his mind, dulling his sense of fear. “You have nothing left now but your seed and your life. Those who are in want belong to me. You belong to me. I will see to it that you go in peace and that your treasures were not given in vain. Come.”
She turned and walked off into the trees. Theo had only been dimly aware of her words, his mind rapidly captured by the incense that the Goddess burned. His mind was also aware that this scent was going away. Come, his mind processed her last word, and he followed, seeking the scent.
Beira led him on for only a few minutes before they came to a large tent, strung between two trees. “Come,” Beira said again, as she held open the tent flap. The word reached into Theo’s drugged mind, and he obeyed, following the Goddess.
She hung the censer on a hook hanging from the top of the tent, and the incense smoke billowed all about. There was a small cot in the midst of the tent. Beira sat down, and with a wave of her arm, her cloak was gone, along with Theo’s clothes. “Sit,” she bade, indicating her lap.
Theo obeyed, sitting on her lap before Beira cradled him like a small child, holding him close to her bosom. “Drink,” she said. Theo fastened his mouth to her nipple and drank, warm, nourishing milk flowing freely. Strength of body returned to him as he drank, though his mind faded further still under the intoxicating sweetness of the milk. His cock became erect as his vigor returned.
Cradling him to her bosom with one arm, Beira reached with her other and began to stroke his cock, working steadily until he climaxed. She continued to stroke until he was hard again. Beira laid herself onto the cot, and Theo moved instinctively, his face buried between her large breasts as he penetrated her. Theo mated with her quickly, urgently, as the Goddess embraced him in a fit of physical pleasure, the likes of which she had not felt in an eon.
In time, Theo climaxed. His seed flew into Beira’s womb and caught there. Beira knew it the instant it happened. “Augh!” she climaxed in pleasure and joy, closing her eyes. She opened them a moment later to see Theo’s fate. A spasm rocked the boy’s body, though he did not seem to be in pain, then she felt a great heat and saw a flash of light, and then he was gone, with only ashes remaining.
Beira smiled, placing a hand to her stomach. “As I promised, your treasures were not given in vain.”
Hel
The shouting had moved away, though flashes of light could be seen in the jungle night. It would have been untrue to say that Theodore was not curious about what was going on out there, but even hearing the sound and fury of a Goddess in conflict caused fear to grow in the boy anew. Run, his survival instinct said. Run now.
So he ran, on into the night.
But fate was not on Theo’s side that night. The jungle was nearly dark, with only the occasional patch of moonlight filtering down through the forest canopy. The boy was left blundering through the undergrowth, running into trees, shrubs, rocks, and streams. Finding the latter was helpful for him, as he had been able to drink from it, and it provided a route for him to follow to make sure that he wasn’t going in circles. He used the sound of the water as a guide, keeping the stream to one side, as he continued through the jungle.
The jungle was eerily quiet. As Theo’s mind wandered, he moved from despairing of his situation, to merely pondering it. Jungles were supposed to be full of life, mammal, bird, and insect. Since that terrible cry had broken him free from Parvati’s spell, he had not remembered hearing a single sound beyond the sound of the stream or of his own movement.
“Huh?” Theo started, turning at a maybe-sight, a sudden point of red light that he had seen, or thought he had. He walked on for a time, a minute, an hour, he was uncertain, but soon he saw the light again. Twin points of light, darting through the undergrowth. He should have heard something. If something was alive out here, it would make a noise.
Suddenly his foot felt wet. The feeling came on him unexpectedly; he had put his foot in the water, but it had not made a splashing sound. “What the…?” he said, or tried to. He felt the vibration in his own vocal chords, but could not hear the words come out. He panicked for a second, snapping his fingers next to his ears, and unable to hear anything. The red lights appeared again, and this time they did not dart away. They drew towards him, and he found himself unable to run, his flight instinct lost, deadened. They were obviously eyes, red and fierce, glaring at him out of the darkness.
The eyes belonged to Hel, the Goddess of Death, who revealed herself as she stepped into Theo’s very limited field of vision. Her skin was red, and her hair was half black and half white, divided evenly down the middle. She was naked, and her skin had scratches in a few places. Her clothes had been lost in her earlier fight with Parvati.
She had saved him earlier, her banshee’s shriek breaking Parvati’s hold over him, calling Desire out. Parvati was stronger here, in her domain, but Hel had managed to elude her after the boy ran off.
Death comes like this, sometimes.
Theo heard it, a voice in his head, as if the Goddess were speaking directly into his thoughts.
Sometimes it creeps over you slowly, stealing away your senses, your reason, leaving you weak and helpless and begging to be given over. There was a tone in her voice that reminded the boy of Parvati: sweet and silky and heavy with desire. She reached out, touching the boy’s cheek with long-nailed fingers. That’s the beautiful thing about death. Sometimes it is slow and gentle…
And sometimes it is swift. Her eyes glowed bright red, and she placed her hand on Theo’s forehead. Immediately his eyes glowed to match it, and all thought left him. She had seized total control over him, in a manner much more blunt and direct than her sisters.
Death comes in many guises, she said, though Theo could no longer hear her, even in his mind. Her thoughts were now his, but still she wanted to savor this moment. And I have witnessed them all. All but one. She had Theo undress as she spoke, until the boy was naked as she. The boy felt what she felt, and so felt her desire, and was already erect.
Theo lay down in the soft grass next to the stream, his cock pointing up. Hel straddled him, working her hips swiftly, impatiently. She was already wet with desire. Very quickly, Theo climaxed, ejaculating into Hel’s womanhood.
She then saw his body stiffen, before she climaxed as well, her long desire achieved at last.
Frigga
“Copulated?” Theo asked. “Is that what that was? It was… good. What’s so bad about it?”
“That is the means by which men and women make children, though the act does not always result in conception. It is not a bad thing for men to do, but it is forbidden for man to sire a child by a Goddess.”
“But I thought you said I was the first boy to come here, how do you know that?”
“I simply know. It is a truth as old as the cosmos.”
“So then why’s Morrigan want to… copulate with me? Does she want to kill me?”
“No. She wants a child, your destruction would just be a side-effect. I said before that we Goddesses like to compete. We want to rule each other, but we are all equal in strength. If a Goddess bore a child, however, she and her child could combine their powers and dominate the others. Bastet wants you to go home for that reason: she wants you to survive.”
“But that really felt good…” Theo lamented.
“Well, you’ll get to try it again once you’re back where you belong. Now eat your food and go to sleep.”
The boy and the Goddess ate from Frigga’s meager field rations. As they did, Frigga’s thoughts centered on Theodore. He had already been targeted by Morrigan, and it had only been by the barest of luck that he had escaped. The fertility cycle of the Goddesses differed from that of mortal women; conception occurred instantly, but not all the time, and it was beyond them to know when they would be fertile.
Conflict. The boy was already bringing conflict into this realm, where there had been a grudging peace since the realm’s creation. Frigga felt real fear at what had very nearly occurred. Morrigan, the one Goddess whose dominion was diametrically opposed to her own, had very nearly conceived a child. With that child, she could have brought about endless war. Other Goddesses would not be so devastating if they achieved their aims, but they would all seek the boy, and if they succeeded…
The risk was too great.
Theo was just finishing his meal. He was seated with his back against one of the marble columns supporting the gazebo. “Are you ready to sleep?” Frigga asked.
“Yeah…?” Theo was confused about the purpose of the question.
“Good,” Frigga said. She moved from her seated position, crawling towards the boy. “Because you do want to sleep. You feel yourself going drowsy.”
She crawled closer, and he simply gazed back at her, benign curiosity on his face. “Don’t fight it, give into it.” Frigga’s eyes began to glow, a gentle, golden glow. Theo’s eyes met them, and there they were caught, opening wide to see the beauty of the Goddess’ glowing eyes. First his eyes widened, but then they sank, heavy with the weariness that Frigga was bringing upon him.
“Your thoughts smooth away, your mind calm and complacent as you fall down into slumber. Your mind is only on me. You will fall asleep, and think only of me.” She closed in, now leaning over Theo’s reclining body.
Yes, Theo thought. He would sleep, and think only of her, only of the strikingly beautiful Goddess whose face was mere inches from his own. Her golden hair, glowing eyes, bewitching-
Theo’s eyes closed and his head slumped forward onto his chest. Frigga smiled a melancholy smile. He was a precious thing, but this had to be done. She looked down and saw that Theo’s member was already erect, pushing against the cloth of his pants (which she had re-applied to him after rescuing him from Morrigan). He was indeed thinking of the Goddess. She knelt down and pulled his pants off, his cock now standing upright. Her own clothing, her dress and her armor, faded off into the night.
Frigga lowered her hips onto the boy’s cock, shivering as she was penetrated for the first time since she had arrived in this realm. The boy smiled in his slumber as Frigga began moving her hips. It was an incredible feeling for the Goddess, and for the boy, though he was not awake to register it. After a time, Frigga felt his cock begin to pulse inside of her sheath, and she knew what was coming. If she did not conceive now, she would continue until she did.
She could not afford to risk the alternative.
Juno
“Theodore,” Juno said. “He is a part of my happiness,” she said.
“Hi,” Theo said, not acknowledging Juno’s choice of words. He had been quite curious to meet Pomona, once, but now that he belonged to Happiness, he no longer cared.
“Well, he is quite welcome to share in my bounty,” Pomona said. Juno called up a set of handmaids, who removed the barrels from the ox and brought them into Juno’s pavilion.
Pomona set up the barrels and Juno’s handmaids provided glasses, into which the caramel-colored liquid poured, the fruit of the Goddess’ apple harvest. Pomona called a toast: “to the blending of Prosperity and Happiness.”
Glasses clinked, and all present drank. It was Theo’s first time drinking anything alcoholic, and he found the sensation quite enjoyable, a feeling of lightness and detachment that surmounted even the torpor he had felt since becoming part of Juno’s domain.
He had only one glass, enough to feel the heady warmth but retain the use of his senses. Juno had drunk more than he, but he was not sure how much. Pomona was the center of attention.
“Please, everyone, drink some more. There is plenty for all.” She spoke to the handmaidens who surrounded her with drinking vessels in their hands.
“We will enjoy ourselves,” one of the handmaidens said, “but you are our guest, your happiness is most important to us.”
“There is plenty,” said another handmaiden. “We will be fine even if you take more.” The handmaidens were happy and vivacious, and even Pomona was not immune to their charms. So she took a drink, and then another. Some of Juno’s handmaids started playing music, putting their guest further at ease.
“Want a dance?” Juno said, suddenly appearing near Theo.
“Sure.” With his light head, dancing felt like the right thing to do. Theo gave his attention over to the dance. In time, the song ended, and when Theo looked over to see what had stopped the musician, he found that she was fast asleep, an empty cup next to her. All of the handmaidens were asleep, and Pomona was asleep as well, with several empty cups around her.
“Heh,” Juno laughed. “It’s her cider, you’d think she’d have more of a tolerance for it. Hey Theo,” she said, turning back towards the boy.
“Yeah?”
“Everyone else can’t hold their liquor…” she said thickly, “we’re the last ones standing. We… shouldn’t be standing anymore.”
“What?” Theo was confused, Juno was being incoherent.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Juno said, leaning down and wrapping an arm around Theo’s shoulders. “Because you can be really stupid sometimes.” She leaned in and kissed him. The kiss felt good, better than usual for the boy, the warmth from the Goddess’ lips blended with the warmth of the drink and swam through his head.
The boy understood her intent now, however, and returned her kiss. They moved over to a nearby couch, with Juno’s dress and Theo’s clothing simply disappearing. Theo lay on his back, with the drunken Goddess bearing down on top of him. She kissed him again, then laid a trail of kisses down his chest, and then found his erect cock and began sucking him off.
After he climaxed, Juno moved forward and placed her pussy against his face, allowing him to return some of the pleasure to her. But she was feeling impatient, and did not allow him to bring her to climax. She withdrew, sliding her slick womanhood along the boy’s torso, grinding up against his cock and calling it back to life. The olive-skinned goddess impaled herself upon his manhood and began rocking back and forth. To her and the boy, it was only a bit of harmless drunken fun.
Neither realized that Juno had forgotten her contraceptive.
End.
Author’s Note: Fixing a few plot holes in this, aside from having fun with bad ends. Beira comes off as more predatory, Hel gets a chance to show off, Frigga is tuned a bit more pessimistic, and Juno is something like a morality story about the perils of drunk sex. On the plot hole side, it fills in that Hel was the one who inadvertently rescued Theo from Parvati, and clarifies that Goddess’ fertility cycles are not like those of real women.
