Deliverance: Book Three Finale (Gods and Slaves Series 3)

by Nicholas Bella

  “This is good enough,” Mateo said. He looked down at his half empty plate and smiled. “This food is the finest I have ever had.”

  “I want you to enjoy such delicacies for as long as you shall live, preferably with me by your side.”

  “Can we finish this meal later?” Mateo asked just as Eloy shoved another spoonful of potatoes into his mouth.

  “Are you not still hungry?” he asked after he swallowed.

  “I am, but I’m hungrier for you,” Mateo flirted.

  Eloy placed his spoon down and rose from the table. “I have been waiting to get my mouth on you as well.”

  Mateo rose and walked over toward the bed that was ever so inviting. This bed was the place where he’d lost his virginity. He’d experienced both great pain and pleasure between its sheets. Mostly pleasure, and he was looking forward to more as he sat down on the soft, yet firm mattress. Only the best for a god, no doubt.

  Eloy was approaching and when he stood in front of Mateo, he leaned down and began kissing him again. Gently, he pushed Mateo back against the bed as he climbed in on top of him. He pushed Mateo’s hands above his head, keeping them in place with one hand as his other hand fondled Mateo’s erect nipples. He pinched them lightly, twisting them back and forth, then flicking them with his fingertips.

  “Aahhh,” Mateo moaned as his eyes stared lovingly into Eloy’s.

  “You like that?” Eloy asked.

  Mateo nodded. “I am yours.”

  Seeing Mateo give himself to him only sparked the roaring fire inside Eloy. His cock hardened even more, lifting the toga he wore at his groin. He sat up, releasing Mateo’s hands and removed the toga with ease, as well as the loincloth Mateo was wearing, the fabric no match for Eloy’s lust. The garments were tossed across the room along with Mateo’s sandals. Fully naked, Eloy didn’t have anything else in his way. He pinned Mateo’s hands back to the bed and kissed him again, his lips at first, then his chin, neck, shoulder, and further down until his mouth was poised over Mateo’s erection.

  “Oh god!” Mateo gasped as Eloy took him inside, his tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh. His hands were still being held above his head by the god who was now worshipping his cock. He wanted so badly to run his fingers through Eloy’s silky, dark locks, but couldn’t. His hips pumped up, feeding his cock into the god’s mouth.

  Eloy pulled back. “Behave yourself, Mateo.”

  Mateo chuckled. “Hard to do so when you are making me feel so good.”

  Eloy winked. “This is only the beginning.” He sucked Mateo’s cock back into his mouth, but this time, he didn’t tease him with gentle licks and kisses. Now he was sucking, taking him all the way down his throat and making his lover feel the most exquisite pleasure. He relished the sounds of Mateo’s moans and whimpers, the way he squirmed on the bed, and the look of absolute pleasure on his face. No human seduced him so, and that was one of the reasons he had to have Mateo. He began to stroke Mateo’s shaft when he felt his cock swell in his mouth, coaxing his orgasm to the forefront.

  Mateo arched, bellowing as his climax ripped through him with an intensity he only experienced when he was with Eloy. His body shook hard, rattling the headboard against the wall, and Eloy only gave him more attention until the last drop had been syphoned from Mateo’s cock. He swallowed and pulled back slowly, letting his full lips glide lovingly along the length of Mateo’s softening cock until it was free of his mouth.

  “Your cum has been only the second I have ever swallowed,” Eloy confessed as he licked his lips.

  Mateo lay on the covers, panting, eyes half open and staring at the ceiling. It took him a few seconds to work up a response. “There was one human before me in your life or are you speaking about your own cum?” he chuckled.

  Eloy smiled. “Three if you count the time I did taste my own.”

  Mateo looked at him. “Who was he?”

  Eloy’s smiled faded slightly as he turned his head. “I should not have mentioned it. Do not know why I did.”

  Mateo propped himself up, leaning on his elbows. “It is all right, I want to know.”

  Eloy turned back, locking eyes with Mateo. “Many years ago, I became smitten with a human. His name was Loren, he and I would make love for days on end.” He paused as he stared forward, reflecting, and then his smile broadened. “He made me happy.”

  “What happened?” Mateo asked, then reached over, running his fingertips down the length of Eloy’s arm until their hands touched and Eloy took Mateo’s hand into his own. He lifted it to his lips and kissed the bruised flesh on Mateo’s knuckles. He frowned as he looked at it. “One day soon, Mateo. This will no longer be your fate. I will see that you are pampered and cherished, never to suffer pain and torture again.”

  Mateo opened his mouth to say something to that revelation, that promise, but nothing came out. He was far too taken by it to form words. He could feel his heart swelling, so much so, he feared it would burst from his chest. For how could something that passionate be contained? Instead, he leaned forward and kissed Eloy with everything he had. As their kiss grew more fervent, he pushed Eloy back, climbing on top of him. It was his turn to return the amazing blowjob Eloy had given to him. He kissed and licked his way down Eloy’s well-muscled body to his hardened cock and took it between his lips.

  “Mmmmmm, the pleasures of the flesh is as much a curse as it is a blessing,” Eloy said as he relished the sensation of Mateo’s lips on him, his eyes closing as he moaned. Time didn’t matter as they enjoyed each other’s bodies. Eloy squirmed on the bed, indulging in the ecstasy until the moment came when he could hold back no longer. He gripped Mateo’s hair, holding on while he emptied his balls in Mateo’s hungry mouth.

  When his body had given all it could give, he released Mateo’s hair and relaxed on the bed, his chest heaving. “That… that…”

  “Was amazing, I know,” Mateo bragged, grinning.

  Eloy laughed. “It was.”

  “Do not take too long of a break, I want you inside of me,” Mateo said as he ran a finger down the length of Eloy’s limp cock, tracing the thick, dark veins just beneath the smooth, velvety flesh.

  Eloy looked at him and winked. “Me—god—remember?”

  “You—limp dick—see?” Mateo said, and jiggled Eloy’s limp cock as a show of proof.

  Eloy burst into a fit of laughter then, and reached up, grabbing ahold of Mateo and bringing him into his embrace. “I lo—I just adore you,” he said, catching himself before he made the mistake of professing his true feelings. He wanted so badly to tell Mateo how he really felt about him, but with so much needing to be done, he couldn’t risk losing his god prowess. He could feel those emotions, but to voice them would set a clock in motion. It would change everything.

  “So, what happened to Loren?” Mateo asked as he nestled closer to Eloy.

  “Tragic, really… he died suddenly.”

  Mateo looked up at him so he could see Eloy’s expression. “You miss him? You loved him?”

  Eloy sighed. “I miss him, yes.” He couldn’t admit to loving Loren because he never felt for Loren what he felt for Mateo. Human emotions were a complicated thing for a god to decipher. At one point, when he was with Loren, he thought he was in love with him. He’d certainly mourned his death. But he was able to go on. He wasn’t so sure he’d want to go on without Mateo by his side. Was that the power of true love… real love? If it was, it was more powerful than any ability a god had.

  “You do not have to say anything else,” Mateo said, then sat up and climbed back on top of Eloy. “I understand.”

  Eloy reached up, caressing Mateo’s jawline. “And that is just one of the reasons why I adore you.”

  Mateo smiled. “By how hard you are, I can tell.”

  “Then let me show you how much you mean to me.” Eloy flipped Mateo over onto his back with ease and climbed on top of him. Before he entered him with his cock, he did so with his tongue, lapping, licking and sucking Mateo’s hole, slicking i
t with spit as he gave his lover pleasure. When he knew Mateo was close to another orgasm, he pulled back and replaced his tongue with his cock. Mateo clung to him, wrapping arms and legs around Eloy’s body, keeping him in his clutches as the god rocked back and forth. The ecstasy they experienced was equal only to how intensely they loved each other. Neither man spoke the word, but they made sure the other knew. When they finally came, the windows rattled and the glass cracked while other windows shattered completely from the powerful roar Eloy gave.

  Eloy collapsed on top of Mateo, his body drenched in sweat, as was Mateo’s, but both men merely panted in silence as they came down from the most glorious of highs. After a few minutes, Eloy rolled over, but kept Mateo in his arms. More time passed as they bathed in the aftermath of great sex before Mateo broke the silence.

  “Eloy?”

  “Yes?”

  “What is heaven like?” Mateo asked in a soft voice.

  Eloy was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. “It is beautiful, more beautiful than anything on earth.”

  “Do you miss it?”

  “At times, I get melancholy thinking about heaven. Being immortal, it is really all I know. This is the first time we, as gods, have gotten to experience life as you humans know it. I have enjoyed many earthly pleasures from food to sex to sport. In heaven, you will not find hate, cruelty, greed, or any of the things that humans fall weak to. Your greatest desires are given to you in heaven and every day is peace and tranquility,” Eloy said.

  “I hope I get to see it,” Mateo stated as he struggled to imagine a world outside of the only one he knew, one that was a true paradise.

  “You will, the god of life knows the souls that belong and those that do not. Those far too corrupted to pass through the archway,” Eloy explained.

  “Who is the god of life? How many gods are there?”

  “Hersi is the god of life and there are only five of us,” Eloy said.

  “Did you grow up or were you always like you are now?” Mateo asked.

  Eloy chuckled. “I was transported into the body of a stillborn baby, as were my fellow gods. We grew up and experienced life as humans until we turned twelve when our powers were strong enough to do what we had come here to do.”

  “Is it true you came here before and created the great flood?”

  Eloy nodded. “But we did not stay. We had left our human bodies right after and hoped that mankind would learn the error of their ways. They did not. I think we stayed to try to understand why mankind always slipped into the very worst of what humanity could be. Wars, famine, the wealthy ignoring the poor. Human trafficking, murders, raping… we wanted to understand, but instead, we fell victim to it. The worst, because we were supposed to be above it all. It was when you shamed me, Mateo, I finally understood. I thank you for that. You have helped me find my way.”

  “We all need help. Some of us can get lost and we need someone else to pull us back from the edge. There is so much to humanity that is beautiful. We are flawed, but we are also perfect… does that makes sense?” Mateo asked.

  Eloy studied him for a few seconds, reflecting on what he’d said, and nodded. “It does… my wise gladiator. You must be exhausted after all that traveling, food, and of course, me. Let us sleep, you can return home later.”

  Mateo grinned, then snuggled closer to Eloy. He’d never felt as safe and happy as he felt in the arms of the god. He closed his eyes and let the blissful peace of sleep take him over as he rested on a bed that defined the meaning of comfort. This was the life… the life he hoped he could have.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “You look… what is the word I search for? Hmmmm, genuinely happy, I would say,” Simeon stated as he took in Eloy’s cheerful appearance.

  Eloy smiled as he settled more comfortably into the lounge chair poolside. “I am and feeling… hopeful.”

  Simeon nodded and took a sip of his wine. “You spent time with your human?” he asked after several swallows.

  Eloy’s smile widened. “He is just so special, Simeon.”

  “I will not debate that with you. If you say he is special… over every human who has ever crossed your path, then I believe you. I admire his prowess in the arena.”

  “His passion in the arena is what first drew me to him, but he is so much more than that,” Eloy said, then took a sip of the wine.

  Servants stood nearby, ready to serve the two gods whenever desired. Unlike other gods, Simeon didn’t have slaves as servants. He paid them generously for their services and allowed them to live free on the premises of his temple. They were free to have time to themselves and days off and worked for him with pleasure. Simeon had hoped that his way would lead by example for the other gods, but that had not happened. Well, for the two centuries, the other three gods had treated their servants like slaves, but Eloy had come around since meeting Mateo and was now paying his servants as well.

  If this change could happen in Eloy now… then Simeon was sure that Mateo was something extraordinary

  “Odessa and Kijani will be arriving soon, Eloy… They will not want to comply with our suggestions. No doubt, they will complain that we want to change even more of the world. If not Odessa, then Kijani will not comply, not without getting something he wants in return. Do you honestly believe you can have a life with Mateo and have Kijani looking in from the outside?” Simeon asked his fellow god.

  Eloy’s cheerful and hopeful grin faded as he pondered his dilemma with Kijani. “I will not be his lover.”

  “It is what he will demand for all that we ask.”

  “He can demand, but he will not receive. We will just have to convince Odessa the most and Kijani will be out-voted. That is if he refuses to see reason,” Eloy said.

  “Let us hope that we can convince Odessa then, tricky thing as her bloodlust is as veracious as Kijani’s.” Simeon finished his glass of wine and the servant nearest him rushed over to refill the glass without the god requesting. “You do know that if we can convince our sibling gods to see things our way, Kijani will become enraged when he sees that you have taken Mateo—a human—as your lover. He will feel betrayed. He may become violent.”

  “All this has crossed my mind,” Eloy began. “His rage will be inevitable. Once we have set things right, corrected our errors, I will tell Mateo how I feel about him. I will say the words.”

  Simeon cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? There is no going back once those words are spoken. We… we will become human. Neither Odessa nor Kijani will stand for it.”

  “That is why they mustn’t suspect anything.”

  “Ohhh.” Simeon shook his head as he shifted positions in his lounge chair. “If you don’t want Kijani to suspect—as he already does—that you have fallen for the human, then I suggest you give him a bit of your time. Fuck him senseless, alleviate his suspicions.”

  Again, Eloy was silent as he thought about the wisdom behind Simeon’s words. “A ruse?”

  “A necessary maneuver,” Simeon clarified.

  Eloy nodded. “I understand.”

  “Good. I, for one, will be happy to return to my heavenly home. It has been a long time coming, and to know that I will become mortal and after living what is left of this life, I can finally be free…” Simeon nodded. “Thank Hersi that you are so prone to falling in love.”

  Eloy snorted. “I am the one who is shocked that you have never done so.”

  Simeon shrugged. “I respect these humans for their innovation, their struggles, and their determination to go on, to leave legacies. But I do not and have not ever loved them… not in that way. I do not think Odessa or Kijani are capable either. Why you can is a mystery.”

  “Perhaps you can, but you have yet to meet the human who can spark that part inside of you,” Eloy stated.

  Again, Simeon shrugged. “Perhaps. Two centuries is a long time, but still… you did find the one special human. I will simply live vicariously through you.”

  With that, both gods laughed until they were
interrupted respectfully by one of Simeon’s servants announcing the arrival of both Kijani and Odessa.

  “Bring them here, Ola,” Simeon commanded.

  “Yes, god Simeon.” Ola bowed, then left to carry out her duty.

  Eloy sighed. “I do not look forward to this conversation.”

  Simeon laughed. “Welcome to my world. I knew to expect resistance from the three of you whenever I made suggestions of reason. Finally relieved to have you on my side.”

  “My apologies, my friend, for putting you through such turmoil.”

  Again, Simeon laughed, then waved his hand dismissively as if to say, none of that matters anymore.

  The servant led both gods outside the temple to the backyard where Simeon and Eloy were waiting. They took their seats and held their wine glasses still as the servants poured their drinks.

  “This one must say, your temple is the most humble of the four,” Odessa commented, then took a sip of her wine as she settled more comfortably into the lounge chair.

  “I leave all the glitz and glamour for you, my dear,” Simeon said, with a slight nod in her direction.

  “Let us bypass all of the false pleasantries and get on with it. What else would you have us relent on? Odessa’s tits, I had thought this conversation over with at the restaurant,” Kijani said, his tone more agitated than normal.

  “Keep this one’s tits out of your agitation,” Odessa retorted.