Onatah wasn’t a shrinking flower, though. She found her strength of will despite the shudders of her body and her deep desire to submit to his will. She crossed to the door and opened it.
An icy breeze cut her nearly to the bone as she looked out on a landscape that had lost all of its life and color. Snow drifted across the plains and weighed down the remaining stalks of crops that had lined the lodge’s grounds.
She didn’t even have a name to call out, but she knew his title.
Chapter Ten
“Winter.” Mike said, opening his eyes.
Onatah nodded at him as he spoke, the tingle in his fingers seeming to accelerate.
“And since, I’ve never seen him again.” She whispered, giving Mike a hint of the grief he had felt first-hand in the imagery she had conveyed to him.
“But that doesn’t explain why you’re here.” Mike said, not volunteering to let go of those electric hands.
“He was different.” Onatah said, sadly.
“Different, how?”
The beauty looked him in the eye. “There were many before him, though each felt like the first time. A man would arrive and in the impetuous, foolishness of my youth, I would go with him, only to be rescued by my father and brought home a few months later.”
“Your father?”
“His gaze melts away the snow and thaws the Earth enough for the plants to gain their footing.”
“The sun?”
“These are your concepts.” She smiled, though her face turned sad once again. “Once the elders discovered the power that lay beneath this spot where Winter held me, the heat of my passion for him, they prevented the sun from striking the precise spot needed to bring me back.”
“The house.”
“At times, it was only a large rock or a simple tent. The spot itself is fairly small.”
“Can I free you, then?” Mike asked. “I could tear up the house and…”
Onatah stopped his words with a fingertip pressed to his lips.
“I don’t believe I want to go back anymore.” She said. “I’ve grown to enjoy what goes on above.”
“You watch?”
The goddess grinned. “I watch, and I guide.”
“The magic.” Mike said, his voice coming out as a soft breath.
“Indeed. There is no need to rescue me.”
It confused him. In most culture’s legends, there was a woman at the root of winter’s onset. Demeter’s grief in the case of Persephone and here Onatah abducted by some manifestation of winter. If this were all true, he couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t return.
“I’m not going to pretend that I can understand you.” Mike said, squeezing her hands with his, feeling the surge of energy intensify. “But you can try to make me understand what you need me to do, what dues I can pay.”
Onatah circled one of her hands back over his and brought it to her lips. “I very much enjoy what you do above. Your heart seems to be much more kind that any of the others have been. I feel the pleasure you give your partners, sometimes in observation and sometimes in what you call possession.”
Mike’s skin was still burning from the touch of her lips as she continued.
“The one you are with never knows I am there. In reality, only my consciousness is there, just behind theirs where they can’t see it.”
“So the first time I was with Aimee,” Mike started, thinking of the first time the mansion had drawn a woman to him. “You were there?”
Onatah’s face darkened. Had he just made a goddess blush?
She nodded.
“Well, I certainly appreciate all that you’ve done for me.” Mike said, thinking of the three women he loved.”
“You love Sela as well.” Onatah said.
The name shocked him.
“She…”
“She doesn’t harbor any ill against you.” The goddess said. “Unfortunately, that was me, though in a way you won’t likely understand.”
Mike wanted to say try me, but held back. He had another question he wanted an answer to even more.
“Dues?”
Onatah’s eyes lowered and it nearly shook him. It showed an emotion he would never have expected from the powerful beauty before him.
Mike waited patiently as she seemed to be fighting an internal struggle. After a minute, it seemed to be resolved pleasantly, as a smile crossed her pretty face.
“I am contented here and I don’t want that to change.” She announced. “But at times I feel that the desire he put in me can only be quenched by the touch of a warrior.”
The words sparked Mansion Mike’s libido but regular Mike was in control and felt nothing more strongly than the sense of inadequacy. “I’m far from a warrior.” He admitted.
Onatah pressed herself up to her knees with her fingertips, bringing her lips to his ears.
“You are a warrior. You are strength and wisdom and kindness and that is all the word requires.”
In an odd way, Mike felt magic flowing from her words into his body. He felt stronger, felt better than he had in years.
“So take me.” She whispered, her teeth sinking into his earlobe.
Chapter Eleven
The surge of energy that was coursing through Mike’s veins took charge of the situation, which was perfectly to Onatah’s liking. With merely the pressure of his lips against hers, he pressed her back into the furs, crawling up to straddle her waist as the kiss continued.
As it faded, he rose, looking down at her and trying to desperately figure out how to free those remarkable breasts.
Strip this one of her clothes
From her head to her toes
Mike’s successful spell rewarded him once with the vision of Onatah’s firm breasts and again with a tinkling of laughter.
“You’ll get better.” She chuckled.
“Does the trick, though.” Mike replied, his lips finding the dark circle of her areola as her legs spread a bit to allow his hand to wander between them.
“It does indeed.” She hushed as his fingers finally found their way inside her. A jolt of energy pulsed through Mike’s fingertips and seemed to follow his nerve endings straight to his cock as if directly targeted. It ached in his pants and he felt a sudden claustrophobia as if he would go crazy if he didn’t get them off.
Just like that, they disappeared.
“You’re getting it.” Onatah said, smiling up at him and drawing his lips down to hers for another kiss as her perfect body writhed under him.
Does she mean I did that? Mike wasn’t sure of the answer. Her own need for him was as apparent as his desire for her. She was incredibly wet and her body clutched at his fingers as if not wanting to release them. He pressed his thumb up against her clit, feeling another immediate surge of that magical energy pass into him.
“Take me.” She groaned. If the words weren’t enough to spur him into motion, the desperate pleading of her eyes would have done the trick.
Mike slid between her legs with the perfection of the last puzzle piece. He drove into her snug body in one fluid motion, the connection between them running from the ankles she locked around his waist to his chest crushing hers to the seal of their lips as they kissed. The blazing epicenter of that touch was the pulsing of her body where he was actually inside her.
“Holy shit.” Mike gasped, unable to keep himself from the exclamation that showed just how far out of his league he was.
Onatah smiled at him. “Just wait.”
Mike desperately tried to control himself, but felt the cum boiling up into his balls after just two strokes within that pulsating heaven. He tried to ease his motion to try to alleviate his distress but Onatah’s body stepped up its own pace, the grip of her muscles feeling no different than a silken-gloved hand stroking him back and forth.
“Cum inside me.” Onatah said, cupping his face with her cheeks.
He was exploding into her before she had even finished the sentence.
Smoke seemed to coalesce
around Mike’s head as the orgasm pounded through his system.
Chapter Twelve
“Time here can flow however I want it to.” Onatah said, moving her incredible body up and down on his as she rode him. Mike had been with her for close to three days and the worry about his loves and the time that had passed was concerning him greatly. “You have to trust me, Mike.”
Oddly enough, he did trust her, but he had to clarify. “So, when I was here before, it seemed like a day or so would pass up there for every hour spent.”
“You were never here before.” Onatah whispered, slowing her strokes as she undulated her hips for more sensation.
“With you, you mean?”
“Nowhere else is here.” She said with the barest hint of a smile.
Okay, Mike figured. If anyone had a right to be a bit narcissistic, it would be a goddess, right?
“You will be reunited with your loves soon enough and it will be as if barely any time will have passed.”
It was a relief to Mike, even though he’d heard similar from her before. In a sudden rush, all the sensations his mind had been masking in its concern poured back in, letting him fully enjoy the beauty and the perfection of Onatah’s body. Her orgasms were sometimes dramatic, though the majority were simple shudders that momentarily tightened her body, including her body’s grip on his penetrating shaft. They were very frequent.
Their lovemaking had spanned the majority of the three days, though something in her magic gave him little reason, nor desire, to rest. If anything, he felt stronger from his contact with her. It seemed as if each time he exploded into her, she passed some degree of magic to him.
He felt rather invincible.
“Close your eyes.” Onatah said, wiping her hand across his lids as she did. Mike followed her instructions, his mind focused mainly on the connection between their bodies. “Now, do not open them, no matter what.”
Curious, Mike considered speaking but thought better of it. The sensations on his cock ramped up as her vagina pulsed and gripped it, muscles somehow rippling in a pattern that mocked movement, even though she was barely flexing her hips against his body.
Mike held off the orgasm until he realized he hadn’t been breathing for…he didn’t know how long. With the heavy gasp of air, he exploded into her; but unlike other times, she didn’t show signs of stopping.
No matter what.
The words echoed in his brain and he wasn’t sure if they were hers or just the memory of them. Mike felt the stiffness of his cock and realized that it wasn’t abating. Onatah amplified her movement, making the rippling inside her body exactly mirror the up and down movement of her hips. Mike wanted to cry out as the sensation was overwhelming, and not just because of his recent orgasm. A few minutes later, with a dry-heaving feeling, his balls constricted sharply again and he poured what he had left into her.
It didn’t end there.
The goddess shifted her weight backwards and he felt the change in sensation as she lowered herself down onto him again, admitting his aching cock into her tight ass. Its texture and grip were enough of a change to inform him even with his eyes closed. It might have rejuvenated his cock in any other circumstance, but the level of hardness he was experiencing had to be magical in nature. Her weight crashed into his waist over and over again as her own moans and cries accelerated. He was breathing hard, but through gritted teeth as she continued to fuck him.
At some point, Mike lost track of his own orgasms and focused entirely on the sensation of them. They flowed through his veins like the very touch of Onatah’s skin had. Was her touch a mini-climax of sorts? He fully believed it, letting his mind pass into a meditative state as the goddess showed no sign of letting up.
Onatah’s final climax was the most intense experience of Mike’s life. Her howls of pleasure rang in his ears like gunfire as the smoke swirled around them and a gale rushed through the door of the tent and out the top, finally peeling the hide cover from it. He squeezed his eyes closed as he could see what was going on, just to realize that they were already closed. He saw Onatah’s pretty eyes staring back at him with a mixture of pleasure and pride on her face.
Your dues are paid, mortal. I will call you when they are again due.
Mike watched as she continued to buck against his cock in orgasm, extracting one more load from him before she started disintegrating as if she consisted entirely of sand, blowing away in the rapidly subsiding wind.
Chapter Thirteen
The blonde was stunning and that was saying something.
Mike’s second marriage to Eliza was an event that far outshone the first one, both in its setting at Rochester Mansion and the list of guests attending.
Aimee and Rachel were gorgeous as maids of honor but Mike’s eye was on the blonde. Likely in her late-thirties and curvy like a fifties pin-up model, every move she made told him that incredible body was not only built for sex, but that she loved every bit of attention she got.
“You need to pick up your tongue from the floor.”
Mike smiled as he turned around to see the owner of the familiar voice, decked out in a perfectly-tailored tuxedo.
“Do you blame me?” He said, smiling. “I’m glad you could make it, Trent.”
“And miss out on being your best man?”
It had been at least a week after his experience at The Source with the goddess Onatah before he had received the phone call that had shocked and amazed him when the caller ID came up on the screen.
Trent Alderson
Trent’s suicide roughly ten years back had devastated Mike, but when he answered the call, his friend was there, as if there hadn’t been any break in their friendship. He thanked Onatah, though it made him wonder what other changes there had been. The events of the magical vignettes with Aimee and Eliza had changed their perceptions of how they had gotten together for the first time, though to him, there were too many twists to understand. Eliza had still decided to divorce him at one point, but was that just so the Aimee story would work?
Mike embraced his best friend. “Where’s Sela?”
“I think she’s in there with the girls somewhere.” He said, gesturing back to the house.
“That’s a dangerous combination.”
“Certainly is.”
Both men’s eyes followed the busty blonde as she worked her way through the crowd towards them, trying not to make eye contact.
“Shit, Mike. You’ve always had a way with women, haven’t you? I was about at the end of my rope when you proved to me with Eliza that even the nerdy ones can get a girl.”
“You had no trouble with Sela.” Mike said, recalling the whirlwind romance.
“Connie gave me the confidence I needed. Rest her soul.”
Mike patted his friend on the shoulder, though his attention was still on the cherry-lipped beauty approaching them surreptitiously like a panther waiting for the right moment to pounce on its prey.
“You’ll have to excuse me.” Mike whispered to Trent.
“On your wedding day?” Trent chuckled.
Mike shrugged his shoulders. “Well, the ladies did tell me to pick out something nice for after the wedding.”
Trent laughed again. “Good luck, my friend, though somehow I don’t think you really need it.”
As he disappeared into the crowd, likely looking for Sela, the blonde seemed to feel that her prey had finally broken away from the herd.
She pounced.
“Hi, I’m Marie.” She said, extending her hand.
As Mike took it, he felt a surge of electricity. Looking up, he saw the briefest flash of brown in her eyes.
“It’s good to see you again.” Mike said, giving the blonde a smile.
The blonde cocked her head to one side like a curious puppy. “But we’ve never met before, have we.”
Mike laughed. “Maybe I just recognize you from your modeling…or the movies?”
He didn’t relinquish the hand as he watched the blush spread from he
r nose outwards to her cheeks; he just led her away from the milling crowd and towards the heart of Rochester Mansion, knowing that the architect already approved.
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