Their Goddess

by Charlie Hart

  "Blossoming like..." I begin.

  She nods.

  We just made a baby.

  8

  Persephone

  I've heard that humans hold onto their virginities, waiting for the perfect person. I'm not naïve to think that it is the same thing with gods and goddesses. I know these gods I am with right now have been with other people, but that doesn't for a second change the magic of this moment.

  The moment when Ares fills me with all of himself, my back arching, my legs wrapped around him, my hands holding onto the shafts of the gods beside me, my lips kissed by the god above me... this is magic.

  I was a virgin before tonight.

  But in giving it away, I gained so much more. The moment he releases inside me, when Ares’ thick seed fills me up, I know.

  I know that I am pregnant.

  "Are you okay?" Ares asks.

  "Of course, I am."

  As if I wouldn't be. A rush of euphoria washes over me in the most thrilling way. I know I'm the Goddess of Fertility, but I don't think I knew exactly what that meant. It means that once I have had my womb filled, I need it filled again.

  Now.

  More.

  My body aches for it, my core screams for it. I need another god inside of me.

  "Please," I beg. "I need... I need you... Now." My hands reach for all of them -- any of them. My body is begging to be filled once more.

  They look at me with eyes full of wonder and understanding.

  "I need you to fill me, all of you. Now."

  And they understand, because Ares slips away and, in his place, Zeus lowers himself down to me. He cradles my face with his hand, and as his massive body leans over me, his arm slips under mine, and he holds me as if I am the lightest thing he's ever touched.

  He pulls me over on top of him, and I straddle his body and his throbbing cock is between my legs, and I'm not asking for him to go faster. He knows what I need. I don't have to say a single word.

  "I got you, love," he tells me as I lean down to kiss him. His mouth is hot and surging with lust.

  Behind me, I feel Poseidon reach for the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. Naked before my gods, I feel Poseidon's hand run up and down the length of my spine, murmuring sweet nothings as he leaves a trail of kisses down my back, his hands massaging my butt.

  Beneath me, Zeus runs his fingers over my breasts. My nipples are hard and needy, and he understands that I need this now. He lifts my ass in the air and then lowers me back down upon his cock. He is bulging and ready, and the look in his fierce eyes tells me that this is everything he's dreamed it would be.

  "Am I enough?" I ask, even though I know the words are self-indulgent. But I want to hear him say I am exactly what he wants.

  "Persephone, this is more than enough. This is everything."

  And I know it's true as he begins rocking deep inside me; my core bursts with electricity and pleasure as if a lightning bolt has gone straight to my opening, that is what his cock has turned into. A bolt of lightning, a crash, a splintering.

  My life has been divided into the before and the after.

  These gods, underneath and behind me and deep inside of me, they are the after.

  They are the forever.

  "You look so beautiful when you ride me," Zeus groans as his thick cock buries itself inside my pussy. His hands are on my breasts, massaging me, and I feel so beautiful.

  I moan as he releases himself. "Yes, yes," I scream, knowing his seed has been planted deep inside my belly. "I want to carry your child," I tell him.

  He looks at me with eyes that see straight to my heart. "Don't play games with me, Persephone."

  I bite my bottom lip, tears springing to my eyes. "I would never. I would never play games about something like this. This is sacred. This is a child's life."

  He must sense the fervor in my words and know this is more than just a fling; just sex. What we're doing now is holy, a sacrament -- a promise.

  As if understanding my desperation, Poseidon pulls me around to face him, and lifts me into his massive arms. His biceps are full and his rock-hard body glistens under the moonlight.

  He lifts me up, my ass in his hands, and I wrap my legs around him. At my belly, I feel his thick cock, ready and wanting. I sink down onto him, an orgasm building within me already, and I can't think straight. I don't want to think, I only want to feel. And right now, in this moment, I feel everything.

  "My God, oh, oh," I scream in pleasure as his thickness fills me up in a way the other gods didn't. It's deeper, or maybe it's just the way I'm sitting on him, but this is complete in a different way. Fuller. Sweat runs down my brow, and he kisses me hard as he pumps his cock.

  "I want to have your baby," I tell him. "Fill me with your baby," I moan, and he knows I'm not playing around, he knows these words are true and real.

  "I'm going to fill you up so hard, fill you with my seed until you scream my name."

  "Now, Poseidon," I moan again in pleasure. "Take me, take me."

  And he does. My breasts bounce as his finger moves into my ass, pressing inside my untapped hole. Pleasure rings in my ears as he touches me, as he fills me. As he takes me. My body goes rigid as an orgasm floods over me, making me lose track of time and reason. I feel faint and overwhelmed and utterly spent.

  "Good God, Persephone, your body responds to everything."

  "It's as if I'm alive for the first time in my life," I pant as he places me to the floor.

  I may be the Goddess of Fertility, but to be fertile, you must first be planted.

  And right now, I am filled with seeds that I will nurture and care for. I am being entrusted with their offspring and I won't let these gods down.

  "Now," Hades growls. "It's my turn."

  9

  Hades

  I run my hands over her smooth skin, my chest tightening as I look her over. Her skin glistens; she glows. The stars reflect across her face and I have no doubt she is the answer to every question.

  She is my whole world, right here, and nothing is going to change that.

  "I won't be complete until I have you," I tell her, and her hand moves to my cheek, she cups my jaw in her hand, and I lean down to her mouth, desperate to taste her sweet lips again.

  "Nor will I," she moans, our mouths crashing together. Our kiss deepens, my hands roam over her body as we stand chest-to-chest under the light of the moon, the dark sky surrounding us.

  Her skin is milky and her breasts so full and round. I dip my mouth to pull one of her tight little nipples into my mouth. I suck her little buds as my fingers move between her thighs, pressing against her dewy center. Her fingers wrap around my shaft, and the need to come deep in her belly becomes an all-consuming desire.

  She must sense the shift in my blood, because she drags me to the pillows and blankets, the other gods touching themselves as they watch us begin to make love.

  I spread her nice, slick legs and run my hand over her swollen slit once more, then I draw my fingers to my lips, tasting her honey nectar, sweeter than ambrosia, then pressing my fingers to her mouth as well, watching in pure lust as she licks my fingers, tasting herself.

  "You like that?" I ask her, leaning over her exquisite body.

  She wraps her arms around my neck. "I love it when you touch me."

  "You're really not scared of me at all?" I ask her.

  She shakes her head. Her hand pumps my cock as she eases it closer and closer to her opening. "I'm only scared of losing you."

  "And here I thought you might be hard to convince."

  Again, she shakes her head. "I love you the same as you love me."

  "After just one night?" I ask, pressing my cock inside of her. She gasps as the pleasurable sensation rolls over her body.

  "I guess you aren't the only one who falls hard and fast."

  Then I take her just like that -- hard and fast. After watching her with three others, my cock is more than ready to burst inside of her creamy pussy. Her
tits bounce as I take her, I cradle her in my arms, loving the way she looks when she is completely undone. She is so tight, so perfectly innocent, and now she is going to carry all of our babies. My cock throbs as I think of her belly growing, her breasts engorged as she carries our baby to term.

  "Oh, please, please come in me," she begs, and I don't make my goddess wait. I give her what we both desire. I bury myself inside of her, erupting at her core. My come fires into her ready cunt, her body shaking in ecstasy as she screams my name, begging for more. For everything.

  I fill the Goddess of Fertility with my seed, knowing that if the three gods beside me can give her a baby, so can I.

  She moans in pleasure as my release completely fills her up, and she bites down on my shoulder: a sensual side of her revealed. I have no idea how she was a virgin before tonight, but it was as if once the gates were opened, all hell broke loose and her sexual appetite was set free.

  "I don't want it to end," she whispers as I lay her body down on the blankets.

  The other gods run their hands over her body, all of us caressing and worshipping our goddess.

  "It never needs to end," Ares tells her. "I will fight to the death if that is what it takes to protect you."

  "Other gods want you, we know that," Poseidon tells her. "But we won't let them touch you. You are ours now."

  Her chin quivers, and tears begin to fall down her face. "Do other gods really want me so badly that you would need to fight for me?"

  My eyes meet Zeus'. We have heard what the other gods were saying about her coming of age; her coming here tonight.

  "We will move heaven and hell to keep our angel safe," Zeus tells her.

  I nod, cupping her delicate cheek with my hand. "Nothing can come between us now."

  She presses her palms to her belly. "I feel them growing, already."

  "The babies?" Poseidon asks.

  She nods. "Feel." She takes his hand and presses it to her stomach. His blue eyes brighten in surprise. "I feel them."

  "Not possible," Ares scoffs, pushing Poseidon hand aside and pressing his own to Persephone's belly.

  He lets out a small battle cry. "It's true. How is it possible?"

  We watch Persephone, as she shifts, ever so slightly. "I'm the Goddess of Fertility... anything is possible."

  "But... already? The babies are moving, and your bod ... it's ..." I lose my words as I watch her body shift... expand.

  "Oh my," she exclaims. "I'm ... growing so quickly. It makes no sense..."

  "You are the only Goddess of Fertility, Persephone," Zeus says softly, caressing her breasts and her belly, lowering his mouth to kiss her still wet pussy, her beautiful breasts. We worship her, in awe of the goddess before us.

  "And no other goddess has taken so many gods inside of her in such a short time,” I say, knowing everything is changing so quickly. "We need to make sure you are safe."

  Persephone smiles. "Of course, I am safe," she coos. "I am with you."

  "But not everyone will like seeing us so happy."

  "As long as we are happy," she says. "That is all that matters."

  I lean down and kiss her, pressing a hand to her gorgeous belly. I feel a fluttering under her skin and I know this night has been a miracle.

  And, for a god who lives in darkness, that is a pretty bright light.

  10

  Persephone

  When we wake the next morning, my belly is full and round. I run my hands over the baby bump as a smile spreads across my face. The sun is just beginning to rise, and I see Zeus is already sitting up, staring into the horizon.

  Beside me, Ares, Hades, and Poseidon sleep, and I roll away from them, standing and walking toward Zeus. I lift a light blanket and wrap it around my belly. He hears me and turns, his eyes bright as he takes me in.

  "How is this possible?" he whispers as I reach him. He drops to his knees, his broad shoulders grounding us both. His hands press to my stomach and he places a kiss on my belly button.

  "I don't know." My hair falls in my face as I look down at him. "But it's more than I ever imagined for myself."

  "More in a bad way or a good way?"

  "In a perfect way."

  "I love you, Persephone."

  I blink back tears. "I don't know if you feel that way just because I'm carrying your child or..."

  He shakes his head, stranding and wrappings arms around me. "No. I truly believe we are meant to be."

  "All of us?" I ask, looking over my shoulder at the gods who are still sleeping.

  He nods, running his thumb over my cheek. "All of us." He leans down and kisses me, his strength wrapping around me. "Marry me, Persephone," he asks in a soothing voice.

  His words fill my heart, and salty tears stream down my cheeks as I tell him yes. "Yes, of course, I will marry you. I will do, and be, anything you want me to. I am yours.”

  He lifts me into the air, his hands on my hips, and I laugh, the joyful sound escaping my lips, not thinking that I might wake my other lovers.

  But they hear me and begin to stir.

  Zeus sets me down and I press my hands to his chest. "I was scared once you got me pregnant, you might be done with me."

  He shakes his head. "No. When I commit, it is forever."

  "What are you committing to?" Ares asks, coming up beside us. He wraps a piece of fabric around his waist, a deep V drawing my eyes to his groin. He made love to me so many times last night, my core quivers at the memory.

  "Committing to Persephone, for the rest of our lives. I asked her to marry me."

  Ares' eyes darken. "And what did you say?" he asks me.

  "I said yes," I admit, realizing now, like a fool, that my answer is going to upset the other three gods. I’d just said what felt right at the time, I realize, not weighing the others’ feelings. I see the hurt in Ares’ eyes.

  "Did you hear that?" he asks Hades and Poseidon.

  "Hear what?” Poseidon asks.

  "That Persephone agreed to marry Zeus."

  "You already asked her?" Hades asks, anger in his voice.

  "Why would I wait for what I want?" he tosses back.

  I cut in. "I'm so sorry. I followed my heart... but I see now--"

  "What do you see?" Hades asks, his jaw tight, his shoulders back.

  "I see how my answer would have hurt you. I didn't mean..."

  "What didn't you mean?" Zeus asks, now turning on me too.

  I run my hands through my hair, then press them to my still-growing belly. As my muscles stretch, I let out a soft cry, trying to ease myself through the pain.

  "I didn't mean to choose only one of you. I want you all. I want to marry you all." My knees buckle then, and I feel a sharp pain rip through me.

  Poseidon falls to his knees, cradling me in his arms. "Oh, love," he whispers. "Your belly is so ripe."

  "I know." I wipe the tears from my eyes. "And now you’re all upset with me. It's all happening too fast."

  "No," Ares says. "Not too fast. This is the right time. We need it to be urgent, so we don't lose what we have."

  "What do you mean?" I ask.

  "I mean, let us all marry you. We all love you. Want a life with you."

  I look up into Zeus' eyes, seeing the same gentleness I saw in Hades last night when our intimate moment was no longer ours alone, but one we all shared.

  "I insist," he says.

  "You aren't angry?"

  "You are carrying our offspring, I can't lay claim to you as my own -- we will share you in every sense of the word."

  Tears prick my eyes once more. How am I so lucky? So loved? How have I been given so much?

  "I don't deserve all of this," I say.

  "That isn't how love works. Your heart is open, you sow seeds of love and you tend to them, that is why you have such a bounty now," Ares says.

  "So, what happens now?" I ask, as the fathers of my children gather around me, adorning me with kisses and looks of tenderness.

  "Now," Poseidon says, "we
get married."

  11

  Poseidon

  It comes together quickly. We want the wedding to take place before she delivers, but we have no idea if that will be in one day or one month. We think it will be sooner rather than later. Even though she is carrying four babies, we can tell they are growing at a rapid rate.

  The wedding is today.

  I carry a crown of seashells and pearls that the mermaids made in the sea, and head toward her room on Mount Olympus.

  She is in her chamber with Gaia and they are speaking in sharp tones.

  I pause to listen.

  "I just don't understand why everything has to happen so fast. It's only been a few days since you met, and now all of this. I'm scared for you."

  "Is that what it is?" Sephy asks. "Because ever since you saw me with child, you've been..." She stops and shakes her head.

  "Just say it. We've never kept anything from one another."

  "Jealous." Persephone's single word slices through the air. "I know you are. And I'm not angry. I just don't want to lose you."

  "It's you who is leaving me. You wanted to get pregnant and do all this on your own. Instead you are allowing four others take control of your life. It was supposed to be about conceiving a child, not becoming beholden to four egotistical gods."

  I step into her room and the goddesses stop talking. "That's enough," I tell Mother Earth sharply.

  "Exactly," she scoffs, shaking her head, throwing her hands in the air. "Do you hear him?" she asks Sephy. "He thinks he knows you best. But he doesn't. I do."

  I take a long look at Gaia, trying to understand her intentions.

  Trying to change the mood, I hand Persephone the wedding crown that my lair made for her and she accepts it with a smile, placing it atop her long, loose hair.

  "It's not true, Gaia," she says, turning to face her dear friend. "I love Poseidon. And he loves me. Can't you be happy for us?" she asks.

  "Happy? Seph, I think this is the biggest mistake of your life."