by M J Marstens
One would think that growing up in northern Minnesota would have hardened Zahra against weather like this, but I guess Venus is really an island girl at heart. No matter, I will have her warm enough very soon. A smile curls my lips at this thought, and I trace my hands up and down her arms, her body now shivering uncontrollably.
“Are you cold?” I ask, but I already know the answer.
I can smell the answer. The heady scent of her arousal hangs in the air like an invitation.
“I’m a bit chilled. . . perhaps a little body heat would help?”
She punctuates the suggestion by rubbing her ass more firmly against my dick.
Fuck.
I can feel my self-control flying out the window.
Venus may be the goddess of sex, but I, too, rule sexuality. More specifically, its movements and the actions that instigate it. Similarly, Pluto also governs sex, the dark and taboo side of it. The three of us together would be disastrous, but there would definitely be fireworks before everything came crashing down around us.
I grit my teeth, stilling Zahra’s movement, tamping down on my urge to throw her on the icy ground and fuck her unconscious. In truth, I haven’t felt this out of control since before Zahra came into our lives. The other guys helped ground me more than I realized, and being separated from them has emphasized Lina’s curse.
Worse yet is this sense of urgency that has nearly driven me insane. I first noted it when I found myself in Saturn’s domain. Being the loosest cannon in our group, the curse has always hit me harder than the others. Saturn is a close second, and I know we both fight to keep our cloak of humanity.
But this is new. I think this exigency is a sign that the end is imminent. We are nearing the culmination of the curse and falling closer to Lina’s demands. I could never figure out why Lina would put her beloved humans in danger of us succumbing to our dark sides, until I realized Lina expected us to give in. She was actually using our goodness against us to get her way.
I’m repulsed at myself for even liking someone so manipulative, let alone loving her.
“What’s wrong?” Zahra’s soft query pulls me from my thoughts.
She had turned around in my arms and probably wondered what happened to me. . . here one second. . . gone the next.
“I was thinking of Lina,” I answer honestly and then cringe. That probably did not sound the best. But she only looks at me expectantly, waiting for an explanation. “I think. . . I think the end is near,” I finally say.
And Zahra laughs.
Head tossed back in abandonment, her loud guffaws echo through the small ravine we are in and I quickly slap a hand over her mouth to quiet her. No need to alert the Ice Enforcers to another intruder.
“Hush up! Do you want to meet a Yeti? And what exactly was so funny about what I said?” I ask testily.
“The end is near,” she mimics, still chortling. “It’s so ‘Doomsday’ sounding, I guess.”
“That’s the point, because it will be Doomsday.”
What the fuck is wrong with her?
“No, I get it, really I do. . . it just was kind of humorous how you said it. Also, I do not want to meet a Yeti. Walt has ruined enough beloved characters for me, he will not ruin the Abominable Snowman, too.”
I don’t waste my time asking who the fuck Walt is.
“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I shouldn’t have laughed. Why do you think the end is near?”
I consider not telling her. She clearly is not taking this situation seriously enough. . . but, then again, she defeated Lina by manifesting a superhero dildo. . . So it’s hard to judge her level of understanding. . .
“I can just tell,” I finally answer with a shrug. “Being the most volatile of the gods, the curse has always hit me the worst and I can feel it amping up. We are almost to the end. . .”
“Where you guys either choose Lina or the dark side?”
I just nod my head.
“Can you tell how much time we have left?”
I ponder this, really allowing the urgency to sweep through me. Time is a tricky thing, especially when jumping dimensions.
“I cannot pinpoint it exactly, but soon. Time moves differently out here, but on Earth, I would guess maybe only a week or so. I really don’t know. Why?”
“Because I realized something while fighting Lina. The astrological movements of the third dimension affect the planetary gods, even out here. Lina, as Moon, is the fastest moving body in the third dimension and as such, she quickly changes houses and signs. I noticed this pattern in the fluctuation of her powers. Also, I found out my powers are not as strong because Venus and the Sun are square right now. So Nyam’s luminary energy is not at its most compatible with my inherent powers as Venus. It makes me wonder if there is some lunar event coming up that would correlate to this urgent sensation you are feeling. . .”
She trails off, lost in thought.
“Did you ever see Lina’s powers come and go?” She suddenly asks in a trembling voice.
“Yes, but more in the general sense of the moon phases, not with the changing of the signs and houses, like you noted. We never really saw her when she was vulnerable . I imagine she went into hiding during these times to maintain the façade of strength and protect herself. We never saw her during the New Moon. Remember, Vesta and Chiron used this knowledge to create you when Lina was weakest. . .”
“Exactly, and the opposite of the New Moon is the Full Moon. And in about a week or so there will be a Total Lunar Eclipse. . . this is like a Full Moon. . . but on roids.”
I groan. Fuck, this is bad.
“It gets worse,” she tells me. “This Full Moon is in Libra, the sign and house of partnerships. Not only is this a compatible energy for her power, but it also will allow her the tools to manipulate your relationships with her. She will be practically unstoppable in creating the bond she wants with you eight.”
I sit, ignoring the coldness underneath me, and really think about Zahra’s words. If what she says is accurate, then Lina has influenced the game to ensure she will win. She’s scared that we might actually choose our darkness over her. She fears not only for her precious humans. . . but also her loss of control over us.
I stand up in a fluid motion and hoist Zahra into my arms, her legs automatically coiling around my waist. Her eyes question what is going on, but her body is already on board.
“We need to get you powered up. We have a curse to break,” I tell her before crushing my lips over hers ardently.
CHAPTER 29
MARS
Zahra kisses me back, passionately, her tongue fighting against mine for supremacy.
She breaks away to ask, “Do I need to call you ‘sir’?”
“Not this time,” I rasp.
I don’t have it in me to even try to control the situation.
It’s controlling me.
And for once I’m going to just ride along and enjoy.
Zahra seems to like my answer, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on more, the thought of her taking advantage of it.
“I want it fast and hard,” she growls into my mouth, panting hard already.
I’m happy to oblige and start tearing through the many layers she is wearing. She grumbles in impatience, mumbling something under her breath, and then we are both naked. The arctic wind does nothing to douse the fire her hands and mouth have created. She strokes me everywhere, and I walk her until her back is flush against what used to be an ice sculpture of Lina.
Fucked up, I know.
But Zahra likes it a little fucked up.
She is rubbing her pussy in a rough, gyrating motion around the head of my dick and I bite my tongue to keep from coming. I can’t even remember the last time I fucked in my god form. So long ago, Zahra’s humanized brain couldn’t compute the time. I had forgotten how intense every feeling and sensation is. . . Zahra grows more irascible the longer I draw out my exploration, her green eyes growing stormy like turbulent, tropical waters.
“Something wrong, little girl,” I taunt.
Her glare is answer enough.
“I have someone’s. . . and I can guess whose. . . icy boobs stabbing into my back. I can literally feel her nipples melting against my skin. So you better get to fucking me before I get hypothermia or some shit from this.”
She doesn’t wait for me to start, but lines her drenched sex over my head and slams down with a ferocity that makes my legs shake. I pull her closer, giving her no quarter between the hard planes of my chest and the frozen block of ice at her back. And then I rock back and forth before pulling back to ram fully into her welcoming pussy.
Over and over.
I never want it to fucking end.
Her wet warmth is a mind-blowing haven of unspeakable pleasure. I’m so close, but first I want to feel her come around my dick before all my self-discipline disappears.
“Touch yourself,” I direct and watch in fascination as her hand slips between our bodies so she can circle her clit.
Her fingers pick up on my frantic pace, and I can feel her pussy quicken and squeeze against me. Almost there, she just needs something to push her over the edge. I bow my head to lap gently at her breasts, giving the stiff peaks a teasing nibble.
From there, I lick and suck my way up her neck to her ear, where I whisper, “Fucking coat my cock with your juices.”
And then I bite down hard where her neck and shoulder meet.
The effect is instantaneous.
Zahra comes and comes hard.
“Mmm, god yes! Right there, right. . .ahh!”
She trails off in a series of inarticulate grunts that continues to fuel my fire. Her fingers still work her sensitive nub, causing mini shivers to quake through her body, past my dick, and to reverberate in my balls.
“Fucking come already so I can lick us off your dick,” is all she has to say to send me over the edge.
And I fucking roar my pleasure to the heavens.
Icy Enforcers be damned.
I can feel my dick pulsing deep inside her velvety folds, filling her up with jet after jet of hot seed. I grab her ass and pull her closer until I feel my balls empty, and the orgasm that came barreling down my spine out into her pussy finally calms.
So good.
So fucking good.
I’m still semi-hard and I consider flipping her around to fuck her from behind when she starts wriggling in my arms. I loosen my grip and she shimmies out of my hold and down to her knees.
She looks up at me with a seductive grin and slowly takes my now raging dick into her mouth and slowly licks both our come off of it. All the while, she hums in ecstasy, like this is a decadent treat she relishes.
Fucking savor away, babe.
I can smell the combined tang of our releases in the air and the intoxicating scent makes my groin ache. It’s almost as if I didn’t just come. Thankfully, Zahra picks up the pace, her head bobbing up and down my straining shaft.
And fuck if she can’t take all thirteen inches.
Being the Goddess of Sex clearly had some perks.
For both of us.
In a moment, I can’t think anymore and just allow myself to feel her silky mouth caress me. Her hands are cupping my balls and squeezing rhythmically. She pauses to suck one into her mouth, while still stroking my dick with her hands.
Zahra interrupts her movements to cup her pussy while looking up at me. She scoops up some of our mixed come from there and licks it sensuously off her fingers.
“I love the taste of us. Of you. Fill up my mouth, so I have to swallow every last drop.”
Well, there’s a command I’m down with.
I don’t even hesitate to thrust harshly back into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth. It only takes two quick jerks of my hips before I feel my balls tighten, and then I fucking unload in her. I blindly reach out to steady myself on the decapitated ice sculpture.
Even her magically depthless mouth cannot keep up with the amount of come I’m dumping inside it. Small torrents ooze out the sides and dribble down her chin to drip onto her heaving chest. Her hands snake up to caress her breasts, spreading the slippery substance over them.
My cock gives one, last surge inside her mouth and then slips limply out, finally spent. I feel drained, but rejuvenated. A strength I haven’t felt in ages courses through my veins.
Undiluted god power.
Zahra finishes swallowing my load and sticks her tongue out for me to see.
“All gone,” she gloats, the textbook definition of defiled perfection.
Long, mussed hair, come-covered face and tits, and naked as a jay bird.
Mine.
All mine.
I scoop her up into my arms and manifest some thermal clothes for her, while also cleaning her up. I love seeing her painted in my come, but I doubt she wants to wear it longer than it takes to dry. Her happy sigh signals I have done something right.
I’m not quite sure how to handle Zahra. She fucks like an animal, but she isn’t inherently raw like one.
Not like I am.
Not like Lina is.
Lina and I meshed well with one another because we were like the serrated edges of two jagged pieces clicking together.
Sharp.
Rusted.
Uneven.
The only difference was Lina wore hers behind a mask of refinement.
Mine is on display for the universe to see.
I’m not ashamed of who I am. I wear this skin proudly. . . but my coarseness divides me from my brothers. I’m elementally crude compared to their natural sophistication. What would Zahra want with a man like that?
“Hey,” her soft murmur tears me from my thoughts. “Look at me.”
We lock eyes and I feel hers bore into my soul, plumbing my depths for all its secrets. I finally break away, uneasy with this level of intimacy, but she gently pushes my face back until we are looking at each other again.
Pressing her forehead to mine, she whispers, “Tae ickum leevum.”
I suck in a horrified breath and shake my head in adamant negation.
I don’t want to hear those words.
Ever.
And certainly not from her.
She is too good. Too pure.
And I never will be.
CHAPTER 30
ZAHRA
Mentally, I recoil at Caed’s rejection. Outwardly, I keep my face blank. His words are harsh, his face even harsher. . . but his eyes. . . his eyes hide pain and terror.
What did Lina do to these men?
“Don’t say that to me ever again,” he commands and walks away from me.
I rush after him.
“Stop.”
No response.
I feel my anger rise and wish he would just freeze.
Fuck my life. . . I did it again. I really have to be careful about what I wish for. . . but on the upside, Caed is now frozen in place. . . hopefully his ears can still hear.
I walk around until I’m in front of him and see he can still move his eyes. They look super pissed. Hmm, probably means his ears work just fine, too, then.
“I asked you nicely to stop. . . well, I asked anyway, so sorry, but not sorry. Now listen up. You don’t get to dictate my feelings. So even if I never said it, it wouldn’t stop me from feeling it. And I do,” I pause to ponder this. . .
How the hell had I fallen in love with someone I barely even knew? I cringe. I was one of those women?! I cringe even harder. Wow. I had just really insulted myself and a bunch of others. Love is funny like that, I self-philosophize, sometimes there is no rhyme or reason. . .
At least that’s my explanation for loving this particular dickwad.
“And you don’t have to love me back. Still doesn’t change how I feel.”
Great, now I’m making loving him into an argument. A challenge, even.
“I never said that,” he counters.
“What?”
“I never said I didn’t love you. I told you not to tell me tha
t.”
“Um. . . I’m confused. Do you love me?”
Caed looks off into the distance.
“Maybe,” he finally says.
“Why are being so difficult! Yes or no, dickhead?!”
“Yes, are you fucking happy?! Is that what you want to hear? That I love you? That you somehow mean the world to me and I’m nothing?!”
Each word he shouts becomes gruffer and gruffer, but I’m beginning to see under it.
. . . He thinks he’s unworthy. . .
I run to him and wrap my arms around his thickly muscled midsection. His facial features freeze in surprise and apprehension, then relax into something softer.
“I love you, dickhead. Every part of you. The good and the bad.”
He leans down to rest his forehead against mine, gazing deeply into my eyes, before heaving a sigh.
“And I love you, too, little girl. Every part of you. The annoying and the even more annoying.”
Of course he ruins it.
But I still feel a warmth blossom in my chest and extend throughout my body. Inside my head, it feels as if something has clicked into place and then I hear:
“I love every part of this woman. I would lay down my life for her.”
Except, I hear it in my head.
“Uh, Caed. . . did I just hear you. . .in my head?”
He whips up, looking stunned.
“You can hear me?”
“Ah, yes. Yes, I can. . . can you hear my thoughts?”
“Only if you project them to me. Try it”
“I like big butts and I cannot lie.”
“All you other brothers can’t deny-“
I bust up laughing, surprised at Caed’s response. He’s usually so stoic. And smug. But now that I’m inside his head, I can see so much of it’s his fear of his powers going dark and his need to restrain every aspect of himself.
I adore that he opened himself up to me, even a little bit.
“You can do this with the other guys?” I ask him, thinking back to the times the guys were silently communicating.
“Yeah.”
“How? And why can I only hear you and not the others?”
“Because. . .”
He trails off.
“Because. . .” I prompt.
