He slapped her ass to make her buck harder. He slapped her thigh, her hip, and once again, he swatted the crimson inflamed cheek of her bottom. Spanking the goddess heightened the intensity of her climax.
She slumped forward and kissed all around his face. Her affection bordered the forbidden pleasure of lovemaking. Long understood between teachers and gods, novices should always understand their place.
Sirius flipped her onto her back. With each pummeling ram of his hips to hers, he mutedly conveyed that directive. But her outcries were joyous acceptances. The unforeseen spasms jittered up his arms and he knew her powers were uncontrollably magnifying her new orgasm. He held her arms pinned down.
“This is lesson one,” he growled as he ground his hips to hers.
He didn’t like the enamored look in her eyes. The sparkling green had the shine of polished gems. Emotions had no place in the heavens, and Calandra would soon forget to feel anything except selfish gratification. All that the gods of Olympus looked for in a day was how pleased they could be by their actions and their extravagances.
When he released her arms, she danced her fingertips up his arms and perched them on his shoulders. Her gaze continued to hold his with the intensity of her developing powers. He witnessed the crest of her thoughts and listened to the hum of her voice just as he jolted a stream of semen into her core.
“Fuck me harder Sirius, make me take all of you into my mortal soul. Fill me with your strength so I can let the nectar seep into my veins.”
He shook violently upon her command. He rammed in and out of her until she milked the juices dry from him. Her cunt lips, wet with the dew of their bodies, kissed the head of his cock each exit he tried to take.
They cried out together in a joined climax. The deep resonance of his voice and the soft lilt of hers blended like the music of a flute and horn.
He felt Calandra tremble beneath him.
“I love you,” she murmured, between the kisses she pressed to his jaw.
He lifted his head. Had he heard her right? No, it wasn’t him she loved. She loved the sex, the rapture, the moment. It could never be him. He didn’t dare to wish it to be true. He couldn’t let her training falter on misguided emotions.
“Make love to me again?” Her eyes sparkled with desire.
Sirius rose up and stared down at her sprawled provocatively, unaware of the beginning of her sexual tortures. He had made Calandra bend to his carnal desires. He could deny her request now because of her trainee status, but what later would she have him do, when her wish became her domination of him?
He pulled her to her feet. She gave him another of her vexing stares that reminded him how superbly she had suckled him. She had drank from his cock just as a goddess drank wine. She had swallowed and savored the flavor of his semen as if it were sweet goat’s milk. And as if that were not enough, he came into her multiple times, filling her womb with his seed.
The thought jarred him out of his reveries. He had never thought of babies before. A goddess deemed when she was fertile. Had he trained Calandra in the proper way, she’d be able to make that decision as a goddess. In her mortal state, she had no control.
The possibility of her bearing a child of his should have chilled him. Instead, his body warmed and his cock began hardening in preparation. He shook off his wayward thoughts and watched Calandra.
“It’s beautiful.” Inebriated by the sexual initiation, she staggered naked up the marble steps to his house.
Sirius thought so too, staring at her pearly skin speckled with blotches. His rough hands left red patches on her milky body. By the gods, there was no help from wanting to fuck her again.
Calandra leaned upon a fat pillar. With her eyes closed, she hugged the coolness to her cheek.
He thirsted for her more.
“It’s like a painting no one belongs in and yet they should be,” she said wistfully.
Sirius found her statement puzzling, and at the same time, somehow inside him, he knew what she meant. He witnessed the fire of her humanity disappearing under the coldness only a goddess bore. He walked up behind her and rubbed his hands over her ass. He slapped the rounded bottom. When she moaned with an accepting laughter showing submission, he smacked the other cheek. Several times, he swatted her buttocks so they jiggled. He bowed down and kissed the fiery hot flesh.
“Please, more,” she begged.
He couldn’t resist her creamy flesh, strawberry spotted with his harshness.
He had navigated the edge of insanity before, pacing himself to keep from losing the battle to remain impartial. But he had lost his objectivity years ago. He knew that now. Calandra was under his skin. She was in his head.
No matter where she went, whether or not she became a goddess, she was a part of him. How he lived with that, he didn’t know.
Chapter Four
Calandra followed Sirius across the portico, through the large wood doors. She stepped passed the entrance and smiled in awe of the opulence inside. She took a moment of prideful praise for herself in making it this far. She slid her fingers over everything close at hand, including Sirius. Her desire for him escalated under his hard gaze. She sensed he wanted to hold back his passion. Was it out of duty?
She wondered about Maximus. Would she—could she find pleasure with him? A tingle of goose bumps skittered from her shoulders to her hands. It would not be a road she’d seek, unless the way led to her benefit.
She stroked Sirius’ broad chest. The alabaster sculptures housed in the temples had no details as refined in marble as they were on him. She lifted her hand, and with her index finger she traced his mouth, fascinated with the way he kissed. Parting his lips, she rubbed his tongue and drew his saliva out to paint the glossy wetness on his full lips.
“I’m eager for lesson two,” she said, leaning against him.
Her bare breasts warmed to the heat radiating from Sirius. His hard body comforted her.
“Then you shall wait no longer.” His face was somber.
He snapped his fingers and a half dozen little sylphs danced into the room. They were not ugly, but there was something empty in their expressions. It made her sad.
She stepped back slightly, giving the gangly little creatures room to maneuver between her and Sirius. Each one twirled about, encircling and touching Sirius with what she perceived as the kind of fondness forced by their slavery.
“They act happy to see you, but they are not. Why?” she asked, already knowing their bondage would not be of their choice.
Sirius lifted her up and deposited her on the marble table. The coldness of the stone numbed her buttocks.
“They are soulless creatures, void of feeling anything. They are meant to serve the servants of the gods.” Sirius snapped his fingers again and the sylphs swarmed her like bees.
“Ouch, stop that, Sirius they’re hurting me,” she shrieked as they bit her.
Each pinch of their sharp talons pricked her flesh. She fell back on the table so the stone’s coldness chilled her spine. Straps of leather appeared in the gnarled fingers of the sylphs. Spread over the slab of marble like a hecatomb for slaughter, her arms were tied above her head. They forced her legs open and tied them so the stir of air tickled her gaping cunt.
As they continued to inflict her with stinging nips, they also took turns slapping her body with knotted leather-tailed straps.
“Stop that. Please…Sirius, I beg you,” she whimpered. “Please, make them go away.”
The first sting of the leather on her clit stopped her from thrashing. She froze on a strange precipice of pleasure. Again the rawhide slapped her splayed cunt and she bucked. The pain wasn’t pain at all. The pokes and pinches sent a stream of tingles through her. She lifted her head when a tickling touch penetrated her. She watched in surprise as the sylphs fucked her with their fingers and toes.
It was an unwelcome sight and she lay back with her eyes closed. The bizarre sight wasn’t as disturbing as the way her body responded, writhing
from an intense climax.
She thought it was over when the expending wetness of her orgasm flowed. But the creatures were relentless. They whipped her breasts and belly with the leather straps, and she imagined the searing pain came from her flesh tearing open. She trembled from the brutal severity.
“Sirius, please stop them.” She looked for him in the room.
“It is in your command, Calandra. Is it leather or silk flogging your feminine softness?”
His voice came from the shadows.
Silk? She thought of how pleasing silk caressed her skin when she dressed. Wishing it now made the stinging stop. She relaxed under the flow of softness gliding over her body. What more did she need? The tickle of feathers instead of thorny pricks to her flesh sounded pleasing. And it became so.
Wishing away the god’s minions, Calandra opened her eyes wanting to see Sirius. And there he was at her side, her greatest desire of all.
* * * *
Sirius had moved behind a pillar and closed his eyes to Calandra’s shrieks. He had kept telling himself it was something she had to go through. It would have been so simple to snap his fingers and make the creatures vanish.
The blood dripping from her porcelain curves had unnerved him. When she had begged for his help, he struggled to resist giving in. Every twist and scream from Calandra had put another dagger in his heart. Her last cries had become the last straw in his willpower. With so many sylphs holding her down, clawing her breasts and belly, shredding her silky skin as if she were hiding a prize from them, he had offered a clue to help her.
So much of her torment came from her own mind and when she overcame it, he moved to hold her.
She sat up and practically leapt into his arms without leaving the table. For a second, she hugged him tight. “They’re gone.” She panted. “I wished them away and they vanished.”
He slid his hands up and down her back, with a strong urge to soothe away any fears she had. “Do you understand what happened?” he asked, not wanting to make her endure another round with the sylphs.
“It’s like the way I parted the mist.” She tipped her head back and stared up at him. “I was in control of it. I was in control of them.”
“Command,” he corrected. “The time it takes to strip away your mortality is of your accord. The process can be long or short.”
“I’m not sure I like this method of learning.” Her laugh rang like music in his ears. “But I’m yours for the teaching.”
“You must move yourself beyond emotional discord.” Even saying it, he couldn’t dissuade the influx of sensations she made him feel.
Calandra’s constant strokes along his arms and shoulders and over his chest distracted him from fighting that same battle for control. Her thoughts became his. When she unfastened his loincloth, he gripped the back of her knees and pulled her to the edge of the table.
Silently, Sirius cursed his weakness for her. His position, as a servant of the gods was being used against him. He wasn’t as callous as he needed to be. But when Calandra smiled, it didn’t matter. She lit his heart with mortal longing.
Sirius sank his cock into Calandra, hungry for their physical connection. He held the back of her head with one hand and planted his mouth over hers. The sweet kiss of her lips against his drew him deeper into the illusion Calandra made of their future. Her loving hum captured his heart.
He wrapped an arm around her back and pounded quick thrusts of his stiff cock into her core until they clung to each other, gasping from the rapture of their joining.
“You are everything I hoped for, Sirius.” Calandra panted as she lay back on the table.
His erection shrank back and fell from her wet center. He stooped down and retrieved his loincloth and righted it in place.
“We’re not done, are we?” She drew back her leg and rested her foot against his chest. “I’m eager to do more.”
She slid her foot down to his abdomen and then to his crotch. He took in a sharp breath at the feel of her toes rubbing back and forth beneath his scrotum.
All he had strived for was peace. He’d have none from the gods if he failed to teach Calandra how to harness her emotions. He didn’t like the situation and rushed to part himself from her.
He left Calandra lying on the table in a languid state. He needed time to try and sort through the mess he created.
Maximus met him on the portico. His stance near the embrasure alarmed him. Had Maximus watched them fucking? Had he seen how much Sirius desired the beauty Maximus wanted for his own?
“She’s a delight, is she not?” Maximus looked past him.
Sirius hoped the question was rhetorical for fear if he answered, his deepest feelings would be revealed.
“I must have her once as a mortal, as you have.” Maximus licked his lips and paced the doorway.
He had watched them.
“She’s not all mortal and she’s learning her powers quickly,” Sirius said, believing his report of facts would dissuade Maximus from touching Calandra.
“I knew she would. What offspring of Helios hasn’t been bright? And to finally see a comely maiden from his sewn seed.” Maximus let out a sigh.
Sirius had witnessed many gods show interest in the mortal descendants of gods, but never so licentiously as Maximus. He toyed with their affections, posing as a man among the people. Calandra had the misfortune to catch Maximus’ eye in a special way. Sirius suspected his own watch of her might have given the god a prod in deciding to make her a goddess.
“Look at her lissome figure,” Maximus said. “Those rounded breasts whet my cock with the desire of spurting my cum on her pretty pink nipples.”
His anger rising, Sirius slapped his hand in his palm behind his back and lied. “She’s not ready for you, Maximus. She almost fell unconscious just in the teaching stage.”
Maximus laughed loudly. “You’ve fucked my goddess with passion, Sirius. If I didn’t know better, I would think you wanted the neophyte to be a slave to your rapacious hungers. Remember, my friend, I’ve seen you with mortal girls worshiping your feet.”
“I have no desire to have Calandra here longer than need be, but I am her instructor. I have to train her to control her destiny.”
“Good. Very good—and I will let you know just how well the progress is coming.” Maximus took long strides into the great hall.
Sirius could do nothing to stop the pompous god. Left with the decision to stay and watch Maximus touch Calandra, or go, Sirius walked away. Calandra’s sultry voice made him pause. Her laughter set him on the move again.
Chapter Five
Sirius had been wrong to leave Calandra alone for so long. Even the danger of losing his immortal existence seemed no risk to protect the goddess from Maximus’ lascivious ways. When he returned to the house and found Maximus alone and Calandra gone, he expected the worse. She had insulted Maximus and he sent her back to earth. But strangely, Maximus seemed confused as to where Calandra went, only mentioning she had something important to do at the stable.
Were Calandra’s powers so strong she could muddle another god’s thoughts? Sirius headed for the stable.
“Where is she?” Sirius demanded from the griffin. “When she was on the chariot, you spoke to her. How? It is not in your nature.”
“She asked by thought,” he answered stretching his wings and flapping them. “And I was compelled to answer the goddess.”
“I know she came to see you here. Why?”
“To free me from your service and that of all in the heavens,” he answered with a bow.
“She can’t do that… she…” But there was a way. “She named you!”
“She is above that of all gods.” He tucked his wings and lay down.
“If you’ve been freed, why are you still here?”
“Calandra has a heart more human than the gods are aware of and I will serve her willingly. She is destined for the greatness of the Clandestiny Ring.”
“That is ludicrous. The Clandestiny
Ring is a myth.” Sirius paced the stable floor, agitated by the griffin’s words.
“Are we all not such in the eyes of mortals?” The griffin’s serpentine tail swirled and looped Sirius’ ankles. “She needs you to help her reach what others believe as unattainable, Sirius.”
“I can do no more for her than what the gods ask of me, than you can.” Sirius knew the griffin would not lie and yet how could he believe there was really something greater than all the gods. The Clandestiny Ring was thought to have been vanquished by the rule and power of Zeus when the Titans fell.
“Calandra is a goddess.”
“And I should serve her?” Sirius said, outraged by the suggestion that he give up his solitude.
“You can love her.”
Sirius had fought thinking that very thing. “Where is she?”
“She has gone to her home.”
“And just how did…never mind. Of course, she asked and you told her how to enchant herself.” In frustration, he slapped the stone railing that housed the griffin.
“I told her, but she was afraid to try. She was not afraid to ask me to take her by chariot,” he answered.
Sirius stepped out of griffin’s tail ringing his feet and pulled the gate open. “Take me to her. She is not ready to fend off the philistines with their fears of mortals becoming gods.”
“You will help Calandra seek her true destiny?”
“I have been charged with her protection and guidance by Maximus,” Sirius said. “That is enough.”
The griffin didn’t move.
Sirius let out a sigh of exasperation. “And I will serve the goddess.”
The griffin bowed and padded out of the stall to the chariot. “She will be greater than a god.”
“Or she will die at their indulgence.” He hopped on the chariot and grabbed the reins. “I hope I am not caught in their wrath as well.”
Sirius stepped from the chariot the moment it landed. In long strides, he aimed for the house. The door practically burst from its hinges as he barreled into it and presented himself to Calandra.
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