Artifact of a Forgotten God-Closed

[Finadien]

“Mischief?” he exclaimed. “I do NOT hunger for Mischief.” He moved a bit closer to her and looked her deep in the eyes.

“Mischief always has to do with tricking someone else. With being dishonest or abusing. I will not do that. I offer freedom and expect nothing less. Freedom to live your life as you choose. Freedom to be honest without having to fear to be punished for this honesty.”

He got up and started to prance around. This was infuriating. He had to escape, and she seemed to offer him a way, but he knew that it needed more than just a body, it needed a connection, and she was so damn sure of herself, so fixed in the ways her society had forced upon her. She was headstrong and fiery and beautiful, and her hair sparkled like flickering flames, her eyes where like smaragds that were beckoning him closer.

He realized something that was totally ungodlike and most certainly not something he had experienced before… not it could not be!

He stepped to her again, bend down and nearly lost himself in her green eyes.

“Freedom to do this.” He said and then he gently grabbed her neck, pulled her a bit closer and pressed a kiss on her lips. Not to long and not holding her or forcing her into more than she was willing to do.

“And yes, your Lord Ackers of Bath sounds reasonable.”

 

[Perplexia]

"Mischief can also be leaving chaos in your wake. Society is not something you can change overnight because you deem it should be. But at least in Ackers body your lack of etiquette won't be so noticed. He's always been a bit of a cad."

He was so handsome, and so set in his thoughts she wanted to wring his neck. She would free him and then he would be free to live whatever life he chose, and she would not need to see him again. He would find that his actions would have consequences in human form. He wasn't stupid, he would find his own way.

When he pulled her closer and pressed his lips to her she was shocked at first, yet there was something that rushed through her body she couldn't explain. What probably surprised her most is when she kissed him back with a passion she'd never experienced before. She broke the kiss pulling away breathless.

"I shall take care of it tomorrow and this will be the end of it. You will owe me nothing and be free from your prison."

 

[Finadien]

Had she kissed him back? There apparently was more going on than she admitted, perhaps even to herself.

“Yes, he agreed with a smile, mischief would mean leaving chaos in one’s wake. It would mean to try to change everything at once and don’t care for the consequences that brings with it. I intend to do nothing of that kind. “

He sat down again and took her hand in his.

“I believe if you go ahead and dissolve the artifact tomorrow it will be to soon. I don’t have to power yet to survive such a rapid change and I guess I would disperse.”

He pointed around his temple.

“Come back tomorrow and use the time to think about what I have to offer. Not mischief but freedom. Not a fast change that will bring chaos but a slow change that will set you free. Not mayhem but solidity.”

He again pulled her close and kissed her, this time his tongue started to part her lips slightly and gently, not forcing her into anything. Again he let her go as gently as he had puller her close.

“And I will bring you pleasure if you let me. And if for you pleasure only works in a loyal partnership I can bring you that as well. But the way to freedom has to start somewhere.”

 

[Perplexia]

His words were sinking into her mind as he brought her close and kissed her using his tongue to open her mouth to receive his. She'd never experienced a kiss like this in her life and it was bringing forth that hunger within her once again she didn't understand. This time is scared her. As anything unknown to anyone normally does. The fear of the unknown.

"I.." her mind was jumbled. "I will consider what you've had to say and think on it. But no more kissing me. She said holding up her hand. With that she awoke with the curtains of her room being drawn open by her servant.

"Good Morning Miss" she said as Katie stretched.

"After breakfast please have my carriage brought around. I have some errands I would like to run." Katie took a quick look at her healed finger and sighed. Not a dream. She told herself silently.

"Yes MiLady, your breakfast and tea is ready when you are."

"Thank you." After a quick bath and breakfast Katie grabbed a book of paper a quill and an inkwell and headed to Bath to visit the comatose Lord Ackers. From the information she was able to obtain she learned she was the first person that had come to visit him. Inquiries had been made and turned up no relations in England, upon his passing the search would be widened for heirs. He apparently wasn't expected to live more then a week or two more. Unless a miracle occurred.

She made some curiosity inquires that she noted down in her book. Everyday she would visit and read to him. If he were to wake she would continue until he was deemed releasable by the doctors. Which could be a couple of weeks. This would be how they met. She had heard of his doom, and out of the kindness of her heart hoped to bring him some comfort and peace. In return when Lord Ackers awoke. It would be relayed to him that a kind lady had been reading to him. She would be surprised when she returned to find him alert although week. He would also haven't experienced a near death experience wish to mend his ways. Once well after his full recovery at home. Where Seth-Aman, would learn all about Lord Ackers and his life. Would seek her out to thank her. A friendship would blossom, and then love and marriage.

This would be an acceptable story society would believe. This would be their story. On the ride home she pondered why she was even considering this option. They barely knew each other. Why wouldn't he just take the out she gave him. Why wouldn't he let her just walk away. She continued making a list of questions on her ride until she reached home in time for Dinner. This time instead of eating her full meal she only ate a partial one. When it came time for bed she wore her robe with the book tied n as to not lose it.

Closing her eyes she drifted to sleep only to find herself once again in Seths temple. Taking a seat away from him she sat with her notebook. "Okay, I have a few questions before I consider what you're offering. I need to know why you won't take the offer of just being rid of me. Live and learn the life of a human and make your mark. Why would you sacrifice time being married to one women, when you could be free to fornicate with many?"

 

[Finadien]

When he felt her vanishing, he prepared himself for the jarring experience of being engulfed by darkness and reappearing again. This was a problem he realized, she had all the time to think about things and he had no time at all. Then he realized that she was gone and he was still in his temple, still in the dream that should belong to her.

He got up and walked around. Was this a sight that his power was growing or that their connection was getting stronger? He didn’t know and he didn’t care right now. This was providing him with time to think and try something.

He realized that all the time in darkness and isolation had changed him. He was no longer Amon-Seth, the god of pleasure that accepted long term relationships but didn’t really need them, he was a forgotten god, dreamed up by some lady and now she not only was his only way out, she also was the only thing he cared for right now.

This was strange, he hadn’t experience something like this before and he … liked it? It felt new and exciting and … he shook his head. He still was himself, he still wanted to show her pleasure and freedom but not for him but for her.

He looked around the temple and tied something. If somehow his powers increased he should be able to change some things. He started with the throne that was sitting in the middle of the raised dais. He made it a bit smaller and less imposing and this worked just fine. He walked over to the furs on the other side and contemplated what to do there. He pushed a bit with his mind and realized that he could access pictures from her life. Nothing specific and he couldn’t (and wouldn’t) intrude on her privacy but he could at least get a glimpse of what her world looked like. He picked one image and changed the furs. This change was more pronounced. Where the furs had been now there was a big four poster bed with red velvet sheets and cushions.

He stood there for a moment, scratched his chin and decided that this was too much. He again concentrated and now there where some sheets and cushions in more muted tones, no longer furs but nothing as imposing as the bed had been. He returned to the table and thought about changing that as well but decided against it. She apparently liked the food and this pleased him as well.

He walked around a bit and thought more about what she had to offer. He valued freedom above all. To explore pleasure you had to be free, even if that freedom meant willing submission to someone else. Now she was offering this freedom for himself and he didn’t want it. When he felt a slight tug he returned to the table and sat down.

She appeared again and he realized that even in the short time that had passed he had missed her.

“It is no sacrifice to be married to you.” He closed his eyes just to remind himself of the darkness that somehow was still beckoning him.

“It was a sacrifice to be cached away from all feelings. Not just from pleasure but from everything else as well. And apparently the thing that is more important than lust is belonging to someone. And I want you to be that one.”

He stood up and took a small step towards her but still kept his distance.

“You said no more kissing you, but that is all I can think of.” A mischievous smile crossed his face, “no, that is NOT true, I can think of more things and not all of them have to do with carnal pleasures. How about riding through the dunes of my homeland on camels? How about sitting on the bank if the great river Nile in the shades of palms and eating fresh dates? How about exploring what freedom really means and in a way that will not leave chaos?”

He took another small step judging her reaction.

“But for all that you have to trust me. I feel my power returning but it is still not strong enough to survive a jarring transition. There is something left to do and it is something only you can give willingly.”

 

[Perplexia]

She listened to his words and pondered them. The life he could have on his own in her world could allow him to be free with unlimited resources as Ackers wealth was even larger then her own. Yet still he was wanting to be with her, to marry her. He'd already proven his disgust at the rules of her society. He wouldn't infringe on her business, or desire to work as an architect.

Her eyes watched him as he took small steps towards her, yet stayed far enough away for her not to feel anxious. Still she could feel his lips on hers and the desire that he made bubble inside of her. She shook her head and rolled his eyes as he teased her about kissing her. Listening to some things they could do.

"Trust is something that is earned" she said lightly watching him move closer. "Before you tell me what it is I'm suppose to give willingly, I've thought about what you asked me. I've devised a plan that will give you , what I hope is ample time to gain your power back, and for me to establish a believable reality for societies reality. She handed him her note book outlining her plans. Read this while I eat if you would. If you agree with it, then you can tell me what it is you need me to give willingly. If you have any questions about it. We will need to ensure that we both have it down."

She put some fruit and food on her plate as she ate an savored his food. When she was done she got up stepping around him and looked around. "You've changed some things." she said noticing the bed was very similar to the one she slept in. Does that mean that your powers are gaining?"

 

[Finadien]

He took the notes and started to read. For a fleeting moment he realized that he had never read the language that the script was in before but he could talk to her and that was part of the magic he guessed.

Her plan was sound and believable if he understood the society she lived in correctly and gave him ample time to collect his power and prepare the transition. This would only work if she really trusted him.

“This is a sound plan,” he confessed, “this could work very well and will give me time to consolidate my power.”

He walked over to where she was standing beside the bed and stood beside her.

“No, trust is something given and confirmed and perhaps broken, you cannot earn trust without trusting someone beforehand.”

He turned around and looked her deep in those wonderful green eyes.

“What I need from you is your willing submission and I will do much more then just kiss you,” he held up a finger to stop her from answering right now.

“As I told you I value freedom very highly and so I will not force you into anything. You always have the freedom to walk aways. To stop me from doing anything to you, to awaken and destroy the artifact and forget me. I hope you will not do that, but you have the freedom to do so.”

He took a step back to give her exactly that, her freedom to choose.

“Think about this, advance your plans with Lord Ackers if you like or take some time for yourself otherwise. If you return here and still need time to think just tell me and I will leave you alone, but this is what I need.”

 

[Perplexia]

She was quite pleased that he thought her plan was doable. When he walked over and stood beside her. Katie couldn't help but bite her bottom lip. She listened to his talk about trust, she understood what he meant, and he was right. After all she'd given him the opportunity to have his own freedom, yet he still wanted to be with her.

"Are you saying that you need me to fornicate with you before you obtain Lord Ackers body and before we are wed?" she asked confused. "if so why?" She stepped back from him and felt the absence almost immediately. She stepped forward to him and felt a warmth flood her body. "my mentor who had this ..artifact before me. Did he see you in his dreams? Do you think if i let my maid touch it, that you would appear in her dreams as well?"

The problem with Katie's brain is it always tried to rationalize everything to explain emotions and desires that were as natural as breathing air.

Then she did something that surprised herself. Her feet took her closer to him and she kissed him with the passion he inspired within her. Slowly and breathless she held her finger over his lips. Before speaking.

"Tomorrow when I return, I want us to be married in our own ceremony. One that will bind us together for eternity. Because if i submit to you, that is my releasing control and giving you my ultimate trust that this is more to you then simply a transaction."

 

[Finadien]

When she kissed him of her own accord he was surprised and pleased but then a streak of anger crossed his face, anger and disappointment.

“No Kat, “ he tried her pet name and liked the sound of it, “I do NOT want to ‘fornicate’ with you. I want love you, I want us to enjoy each others body, I want to become one. Nothing of that has anything to do with fornication.”

He sighed.

“I guess your society has taught you those things and I intend to show you how different it can be.

“To answer your other questions: I only remember seeing you, so I guess your mentor didn’t had what it took to awaken me and no, I think your maid will not have it either. There is a connection between us and it is getting stronger.”

“If a ceremony is what you need it is what you will get. Do you need anything special for that, I mean except my words, my promise and my loyalty? Should I wear anything special?”

With that he took a step back and with just a thought he changed his usual black shendyt changes into a more gold colored robe that covered him from left shoulder to his knees. It was from a softer material but still had that slight metallic sheen to it.

“Should you wear anything special?”

 

[Perplexia]

"From the history we have acquired I'm not certain on the specifics of an Egyptian marriage, I want to be sure we honor your status as a god choosing a mortal as your mate, partner and wife. I'm not sure if theres anything other then the submission or any specific jewelry such as a bracelet or collar to signify that i am yours. In my culture there are rings. But as we will be preforming another ceremony when You Lord Acker court and propose. They can be used then. I will find something to honor my god, and before we bring you to my reality. I'll take it back with me so Lord Acker can have it as well. I shall wear something appropriate for our ceremony and your claiming of me. Is there anything specific you would like?"

She hadn't missed his words Kat was only unsure how to respond. She knew he was right there was an attraction, a connection, a chemistry between them that her stubbornness had fought against and lost. Tomorrow she would give herself to him completely.

"That will work fine for our ceremony" she commented on his wardrobe. She thought she would have gotten backlash on requiring to be bound to each other for eternity. Yet he didn't seem to want anything less then for her to be his.

This time she moved her arms around his neck and stroked his hair between her fingers. Her mouth finding his and surrendering to the passion he inspired with n her. she moaned softy as her body pressed tightly against his. When she broke the kiss she was breathless again. "Until tomorrow my love" she whispered and woke.

Kat sat up and could still feel his lips on hers. The way he held her, and the ache her desire for him produced between her thighs. Not waiting for her maid she got up and dressed, advising before bed she wanted a bath with rose petals.

Skipping breakfast she head out for her errands. Her first stop was to the jewelry maker. She drew a sketch what of a gold Ankh with an Egyptian cat symbol representing her as his companion for eternity and the symbols for united. She had a gift of an Egyptian Ouroboros gold bracelet made symbolizing rebirth. Made as an offering to him. Yes she was falling in love with him, but it was important that she recognized what he truly was. He was a god, in marriage she would be his partner, but also his subject.

Taking a book with her she head to the hospital for a quick to be seen visit with Lord Ackers where she read a story to him. Then headed to a dressmakers. What she chose was a simple white gown to be made as was often placed on the virgins that were sacrificed. It was a short notice marriage, so she did have to pay extra to get the rush service for the things she wanted.

 

[Finadien]

He didn’t know what had happened between his banishment and now, but his people had been simple regarding marriage. One moved into the house of the other, there was a short and small ceremony, a feast and the promise to stay together for the remainder of their lives. A contract was signed to make sure the bride was cared for if anything happened to the grom and that was it.

Apparently that was vastly different for her but he didn’t have any problems with that. Here in the dreamworld it was easy to agree to anything she wished, not because if didn’t have meaning – it did, for her and so also for him – but because it was just the two of them and no one else.

Again she kissed him and this time it was with more passion than he had expected. Perhaps she slowly understood more of the things he was talking about. This not only gave him hope, it also gave him great joy to realize that she was embracing a bit of the freedom he was trying to give her.

When she was gone, he made sure that everything was ready. He changed only small things but tried to give his temple a more festive sheen.

He realized that he was nervous and shook his head. What had happened to him? What had Kat done to him that he was so excited at all? And it was not because he finally could show her how much fun it was to explore each other’s body, it was the part about getting to be with her, promising to stay together for the rest of her life.

He stopped. No, not her life, their lives. This was starting to become a problem. He would endure and she would be gone some day and to think about that was infuriating. He shook his head and for now tried to focus on the here and now.

He was ready and waiting for her.

 

[Perplexia]

The amulet she had gotten for him she had strung with a black tightly woven rope with a few strands of her hair interwoven in it with a clasp. He would be able to wear it under his reality world clothes against his chest. She wondered what would happen if he didn't age. Would Lord Ackers body? would he be able to heal whatever damage there was? Not to mention, how was he going to adjust to wearing all those clothes.

The bracelet she got him as an offering turned out great as well. She went to the flower shop an picked up some daisies to place into her hair and found an petite not over the top Egyptian headpiece to wear. By the time she returned home she ate a light meal, as she hadn't eaten all day. Her bath had been made ready for her, and then she dismissed her maid for the evening. Taking her time she dried her hair and braided it back so with went down her back. and placed daises periodically inside of t. She put on her dress with a silk Parisian camisole and white silk panties. The last thing she put on was her head piece. With his bracelet and necklaces wrapped in tissues she placed them in a velvet bag and tied the string handle around her wrist so she was sure to have it. Looking herself in the mirror for a once over before she laid down and closed her eyes.

Moments later she was there. He'd made a few changes to his temple and she smiled. "Hello my god" she sad softly as she approached him. She was glad the bag stayed with her. She untied it from her wrist and approached him. Slowly she kneeled before him and handed him the bracelet. "I thought that given the occasion i would make an offering to my god of choice". "The literature i had said this represented rebirth. I thought given the journey we're about to take. It would be fitting as an offering."

Taking his hand she slowly rose. "Before we do this, and no i haven't changed my mind, but you might. The clothes u wear are light airy and comfortable. You do look dashing by the way." she smiled "In my time the clothes in public are constricting, and layered. We both have servants in our homes which we must represent our stations in front of. Secondly, when i put your essence into Lord Ackers body, will you be able to heal his internal wounds and push out his essence? also you mentioned you do not age, but will his human body age? If it does what happens when it fails? Or what happens when i age and you do not?"

 

[Finadien]

When she appeared he was overwhelmed. Not only because she was there again and he had missed her even in the short time this took in this dreamscape, but also because she looked very beautiful in this white dress with an orate camisole and her hair braided, and she even had a small circle in her hair with a stylized holy scarabaeus.

Then she knelt before him. He could see that this was not a forced subordination or had anything to do with him being a god, it was her own free will and she was offering him a token of her love to him.

He took the bracelet, looked it over and smiled at her.

“Thank you, this is very fitting.”

When she explained the things she contemplated about he had to smile, apparently they were already thinking along the same lines.

“No, the clothes will not be a problem. I will be able to adapt I’m sure. Regarding the body and the essence of the Lord Ackers, I’m not sure about that. There still is risk involved in what we are planning and so it is important to make the bond between us stronger.”

“I guess I will be able to convert his body so that he will last for as long as my essence is in there. And when you age we have to think of ways to explain things, perhaps travel around the world or something like that. I’m not sure what else I can do after I reentered the real world.”

He looked at her with a sad face.

“Yes, I realize that you are mortal and I will loose you some time and that will hurt me, but I’m willing to accept this hurt to be with you.”

He put on the bracelet and took both of her hands into his.

“So, Lady Kathleen Savoy, I Seth-Amon, god of old Egypt, promise to love you for evermore, stay faithful to you, cherish you and show you the freedom you deserve.”

 

[Perplexia]

Kat was nervous as she waited for his response. Was she really going to do this. What if it didn't' work. What if the plan failed. Hopefully him having the ankh with her hair entwined would keep him connected for her. Unfortunately she didn't have any magic to make it so. But hopefully the words she would offer, and the bonding of flesh that would occur within the next week would be enough to keep them together forever.

She smiled when he said he'd adjust. "I hope that things go as we're planning, as you will be the only man i every lie with."

Kat listened to his words "Seth-Amon god of ole Egypt, I Lady Kathleen promise to love you for evermore, i shall stay faithful to you, obey and submit to your whims and desires." Taking the the ankh out of the bag she added. "With this Ankh" She took his hand in hers with the Ankh in eternity. "I bind my soul to yours for eternity. Shall there com a day i am no longer able to walk by your side in the world, i will always be in your dreams and walking beside you." Taking the Ankh she placed it over his head.

"We are now forever united"

Leaning forward she kissed him with a passion that exceed the night before binding her soul with his as their tongues danced.

 

[Finadien]

She felt the same apprehension as he did, but it was mixed with excitement and that he felt also. He no longer could simply expect everyone to love him because he was a god, and he realized that this had been a cage as well. He never knew if someone loved him or loved his godhood. Now he was free from that uncertainty, he knew that somehow Kat loved him for himself.

When she spoke her vow and gave him the holy symbol of life he took it gladly. This was more than a token of their bonding. He felt some kind of magical energy extruding from the ankh, something that slowly infused itself into him. He was certain that she was not versed in any magic art, so this had to come from somewhere else.

He took the ankh and placed it around his neck feeling the strange sensation engulfing his breast. It was nothing to be afraid of, he knew that much, it was just a strange, slightly tingling sensation.

And this sensation paled in comparison to her kiss which was hot and fierce and demanding. He broke the kiss for just a second, smiled at her and then returned it with the same passion she had shown. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He placed her there gently, kissed her again and then stood straight up, smiled at her and said:

“Will you submit to me willingly for the next hours? Will you submit to everything I do to you? If at any time I should stop you just have to say ‘freedom’ and I will comply, you have my word.”

 

[Perplexia]

Kat moaned deeply into his mouth when he returned her kiss and carried her to his bed. She trembled lightly out of nervousness as she looked up at him.

Was she sure she wanted to do this? Once he took her maidenhood there was no going back. She'd never be able to marry again. The look in his eyes told her she was making the right decision. She somehow through their debates had fallen for him. She loved his energy of life, the way he viewed things, and somehow wanted to make a difference. She wasn't sure if gods and mortals could have children. But if they did , she knew when she was gone, he'd be there to look after them.

She lifted her head and removed the gold headpiece and placed it on a side table. Kat listened to his questions. She wasn't sure what all of that meant. But she knew that there were some concessions she would have to make as even if they succeeded in transferring his essence. He was still a god. Her eyes locked with his as she undid her braid lose laying her head back on the pillow before she replied.

"I will submit willingly to you for the rest of my life. I will give you free reign with my body, my soul and my heart. I will remember the word if I am overwhelmed , I trust you ..husband."

 

[Finadien]

There it was, her submission but she had got one thing wrong. Yes, they were bonded for the rest of her life, but he would never expect her to submit to him in each and every aspect. For now that was not relevant, for now she had submitted and he was free to do to her how he saw fit, to show here what this kind of freedom meant.

He pointed with his hand and ropes appeared at the four corners of the bed, snaked to her wrists and ankles and wrapped gently around them. They were soft and gentle but also firm and so she was fixed on the bed with the legs slightly spread. He waited for a moment for her to settle, realize what happened and give her time to reconsider.

When he was sure she was not only comfortable but seemed to be excited for what was to come he smiled at her and also just enjoyed the sight that presented himself. She was looking gorgeous with her red hair spread around her head and the dress accentuating her fine figure. But now the dress was getting in the way so another wave of his hand made it disappear. He realized that he would have to figure out how to get her out of her clothes after he took over the body of Lord Ackers, right now the fact that he could control the dream helped a lot.

Again he savored the view. Her breasts exposed but her silk panties still covered her mound and for now that was exactly as it should be. He bend down and started to kiss her legs, moving upwards slowly, alternating between left and right. He moved slower as he reached her thighs and stopped for a second, then he moved further up, placing kissed all over her belly and crawled onto the bed over her.

He looked at her beautiful face, taking in the sight of his beloved, his bonded wife, his one and all and then he kissed her with a passion he couldn’t remember have ever felt.

 

[Perplexia]

It took Kat a moment to adjust to being tied up. There wee many kinds of submission, and she was starting to understand his. But she trusted him, she wasn't sure why, just that she did. When he made her dress disappear she blushed. She'd never been naked or even half naked in front of a man before. For a brief moment she was worried, but when her eyes found his any fear she had seemed to evaporate leaving nothing but love for the man in front of her.

Her nipples hardened under his gaze. When his lips touched her calves a warmth ran through her like the first heat from a fire. As he slowly moved his kisses up and between both legs the heat grew with in her and a soft moan escaped her lips. When he reached her stomach she purred as the heat between her thighs grew. She smiled up at this handsome chiseled man.

With the kiss of passion he gave her engulfed her being as she returned it with just as much love, devotion and hunger. She tugged on the ropes that held her wrists wanting nothing more then to wrap around him. She stopped remembering her promise and continued to kiss and return his with her entire being. When the kiss broke she looked up at him with a slight tear falling from joy from her eye. "I have never felt as complete as I do at this moment."

 

[Finadien]

He saw the look on her face, he saw the tear, he saw the longing for so much more without the knowledge what would come and he was happy. Had he been happy before? Content or ecstatic sure, but really happy? He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way.

Yes, he felt the same, complete.

He just nodded and then kissed her again but as soon as she returned the kiss he moved away from her mouth and started to kiss her neck, nibbling there and even biting it very gently. His tongue flicked over her smooth skin and then he moved slowly lower.

With a thought his robe was gone and he was only wearing the ankh, the token of their connection. Whenever he bent down its cold metal gently touched her skin but he made sure that it wasn’t really interfering with anything.

Now he kissed her breasts and slowly moved between them. He took a moment to look up at her face and then placed a kiss on the right breast, sucking very gently, letting his tongue flick over the hard nipple and then biting gently.

He looked again at her face, savored her reaction for a moment and did the same to the left breast while his hand moved to the right one to roll the nipple between his fingers.

He waited for her body to react, trying to judge how fast he should move and how much he could continue to tease her. It was bliss to feel her move beneath him with pleasure, to hear her moans and to know that she would remember this for a long time.

His mouth moved lower again, placing kisses all over her belly, letting his tongue tease her skin while not both hands handled her breasts.

He pushed himself a bit lower, looked down at her panties and then up at her face, waiting for her reaction.

 

[Perplexia]

Surprising even herself, Kat pouted when his lips left hers. There was a brief voice that consumed her until his lips touched her neck. A soft moan left her lips along with a meep and purr when he nipped lightly at her neck. Her eyes took in his fantastic perfectly sculpted body as his robe disappeared. A smile crossed her lips before she bit her bottom lip pulling it in.

She never knew that having her body devoured by a god could be so divine. All she could with ever touch was moan and wiggle and arch her body in reaction. He was creating a fire inside of her, making her entire body hunger with an animalistic primal desire.

His kisses on her stomach felt torturous as he gradually went to the edge of her panties. Kat was hot and feverish with lust and desire. Wanting him to never stop. "please" she moanded with hunger. Urging her beloved to continue his loving assault with his kisses.

"I love you, i trust you, I am yours" she purred submitting herself to him

 

[Finadien]

She was his and he wouldn’t have it any other way and he loved her for this.

“Yes, you are mine,” he agreed, “and I am yours.” With that and another wave of his hand the silk panties disappeared. He bent down again and kissed her thighs very gently. Repeating his kissing and tongue flicking there and alternating between left and right. He moans spurred him on and he finally took a long slow lick over her lips and then waited for a moment for her body to settle down again.

She was straining against the bonds but not to escape but because her body tried to get more of the pleasure he was giving her and he was willing to oblige.

Again he licked over her pussy, spreading the lips with his tongue and searching for the little nub that would show how ready she was. His tongue moved up and down a little faster each time even dipping into her from time to time. He had to hold her hips steady because her bucking grew stronger. It was obvious that she hadn’t expected this and this was only the beginning.

She was getting wetter, and it was much easier to lick and lap, his tongue dancing all over her pussy. When her clit protruded, he pushed his tongue against it and slowly sliding one finger into her, searching for the right spot on top of her tunnel, pressing against the wall from this side as well.

He had to fight to keep his head on her but it was worth it. The sounds that escaped her mouth and the movements her body still was able to make was spurring him on and he realized that he was getting hard as well. But right now his release was secondary. First he had to make sure that her first orgasm was something really special.

 

[Perplexia]

His words resonated with her on a carnal level. Something about the word "mine" mad her moan like a cat in heat. Yes she wanted him to claim and use her however he deemed and as long as he deemed.

Kat blushed again as her panties disappeared. A hunger in her depths was building with a fury as he kissed lower getting closer to her aching nub. Each time his tongue dipped into her wetness she let out a deep moan. Her entire body was reacting with great exuberance as she bucked tugged and moaned.

She felt like she was driving his mind as his tongue made her ache with a feverish passion she never knew she was capable of. Each lick and dip seemed to bring her closer to an eruption. Kat was beginning to understand why Seth thought it as barbaric that one would be cast from society for engaging in carnal pleasures. Her body wanted nothing more than to reach that pinnacle point and erupt.

With his tongue and mouth licking and kissing her hungry tight virginal pussy she succumbed to it, crying out in utter bliss as she came hard under his tongues expert assault. Her breathing was erratic as her chest labored for her to breath, her hips pushing up as her back arched. Until she slowly came down from her high. If she had been looking down on her when she came she would have thought she'd been possessed.

 

[Finadien]

He stayed with her during all her thrashing and moaning and bucking. His tongue still on her clit, his finger moving slowly inside her to prolog the orgasm as long as he could. The he pulled back slowly, his finger leaving her hole with a wet sound and he licked the juices from it.

He knelt between her spread legs, still bound by the soft ropes but not so taught that her body hadn’t been able to react to the pleasure he had given her. He waited patiently, first for her body to settle down, then for the quivering to stop, which took quite a while as well and then for her breathing to return to a semblance of normality.

He just knelt there and watched her. She was his now and would be forever more. And he could do with her as he pleases and as it pleased her. He enjoyed what he was seeing. Her body was a work of art, the glistering sweat that covered her skin a monument of what she just had experienced, the look on her face still trying to understand the rapture she had felt.

When she finally opened her eyes he smiled at her raised an eyebrow.

“You do understand now?” he asked, certain what the answer would be.

He slowly crawled onto her still tied body and place a kiss on her mouth, his tongue hungrily searching for hers, with each second their bond becoming stronger just as their tongues tried to confirm that. The ankh, the sign of life, the token of their bond dangled between them.

He came up for air and smiled broadly.

“You are mine,” he repeated. “forevermore” he added and then he bent down again, this time not only found his mouth hers, his hard erection slid into her still very wet pussy easily, filling her as deep as possible and he sank into her.

The ankh pressed between them felt warm for a second and then something happened. He hadn’t come yet, but he felt something leave him and stay at the same time. A bond of energy unlike anything he had ever felt engulfed both of them and even though it perhaps meant part of his godhood was vanishing it also meant that he was sharing something with her that transcended even the experience they had had now.

He moaned as he felt her folds engulf his cock but refrained from pulling back right away. He wanted to savor this and he wanted her to savor him as well.

“You do understand now.” He told her with a broad smile.

 

[Perplexia]

"yes my god" she moaned to his first question asking if she understood. She moaned kissing him with a passion and hunger . "i am yours, forevermore." She moaned into his mouth as he slid his cock into her wet tight virginal pussy and cried out into his mouth as he pushed through her hymen. He paused and she felt something happen between them. It was if it extended past the marriage vows. She was his through and through and she was glad to be.

"Yes my love" she purred

As the pain calmed she pushed her hips up wanting more of him into her. "please" she moaned needing to feel him taking her as he wished. "I need, I want" she begged softly urging him to continue giving her himself.

 

[Finadien]

Now she was begging for him, begging for more pleasure, more of him, more of all the things he could give her, and he was happy to oblige. He pulled back and thrust in again, this time without resistance and so hopefully without any pain to her anymore. He put his hands beside her breast smiled down at her and started to thrust with his hips in a steady rhythm.

He watched her face as the desire for him was fulfilled and changed into pleasure. He savored that look and tried to remember when last he had felt that complete. He was sure that it had never occurred to him in his long existence.

He started to change his movement a bit, moving upward his cock pressing against her upper wall a bit more and waited for a reaction from her. He didn’t have to wait long, he eyes grew wider as she felt his cock reach places of pleasure she hadn’t know existed.

He stopped for a moment, again deep in her, to catch his breath and give her time to realize what was happening. When the look of begging returned he started to move again, faster this time and then he felt his own orgasm approaching as well. He breathing got heavier and a slow, muted moan escaped his mouth.

“Are you ready?” he asked her and then his movement got faster for a moment before he shot his load deep into her. He grinded against her, keeping his cock in her and smiled.

“Is this worth changing society for?” he asked. “shouldn’t more people be free to feel this the right way?”