With a sigh, Thena realized this was how it was meant to be. She was different. And she could live her life fighting it, or she could embrace it, using her gifts to help others when they needed it.
“The three of us could get the task done a lot faster,” she admitted, looking up into Priapus’ face.
His expression was masked, although the way he held her close, his powerful arms pressing her against his hard body while they hovered over the ground, showed her what he tried to conceal. He had great respect for her father, and wished to gain his approval concerning their bonding as much as he had wanted her mother and Gramma to like him.
“So it shall be.” Priapus nodded, consenting that they would work together.
“We fly over the town then,” Thena told them, working to straighten herself and hover next to Priapus.
If they were going to work as a team, she would show them how to do things her way. What needed to be done would take a hell of a lot more than simple witchcraft, but they would still do things her way.
“Will your protection on every home, every business, every individual you see on the street,” she instructed. “The magic will be its strongest if implemented by moonlight, so there’s no time to waste.”
Priapus didn’t want to let her free. He liked keeping her cuddled next to him, her long black gown fanning around her silky caramel skin. But the intense glow of her brown eyes was enough to see that she was determined to cast out the demons her way.
Reluctantly he allowed her to push herself from his arms, but braced himself to catch her until he was assured she could hover next to him without falling.
Thena couldn’t hide the wash of pride that ran through her when she flew alongside Priapus, showing powers that matched his own. The two of them were different, coming from different worlds, but they were soul mates, meant to be. To shatter that would leave them half empty for the rest of their lives. To bond would make them both stronger, more complete than they were on their own.
Her mother had endured loneliness, given up love, and her soul mate, so that Thena would be happy. But her mother’s actions didn’t have to be Thena’s. She would never allow someone to be miserable because of her choices, but letting go of Priapus simply wouldn’t be an option.
Taking their time, giving serious attention to their task, she and Priapus moved from home to home, street after street, casting out demons, and protecting those not yet violated. Her powers seemed to boil with a new energy that coursed through her with more strength than her faerie dust ever could offer.
Watching Priapus, feeling his raw untamable power float around him, saturate through her, filled her with an emotion she was sure she’d never experienced before. She had fallen in love with him.
His serious expression when they hovered over a home filled with evil, the determined way he aided in casting out demons, showed her again how much he cared for people.
There were issues. He had a past she wasn’t sure about, issues that had hardened his heart. But working together, making eye contact when they knew a house was now rid of the terrible hatred, showed her that that wall around his heart was dissipating.
And by the end of the night, as the moon slowly faded from the sky, and the horizon began to burn with beautiful shades of orange and red, she knew their efforts were a success.
Chapter Seventeen
Priapus stared out the large window, the thick stone walls providing a natural window ledge, and unnecessary protection. Rolling meadows, and snow-capped mountains were part of the beautiful scene that he’d woken up to this morning. The wonderful scent of roses, streaming in through the long sashed curtains, had greeted him when he’d moved to stand and stare at the view outside.
No panes were necessary, the gentle breeze barely moved the thin material that he’d parted in order to see outside. The climate here would always be perfect, as would the walls that he’d designed when he’d built this castle.
Paradise. An absolute utopia. His own sanctuary that had never been complete until he’d brought Thena here.
Turning from the window, his heart swelled at the sight of her buried under blankets on his king-sized bed. One narrow foot stuck out from under the blankets. Her shoulder was exposed, and she’d pulled her hand up to rest next to her cheek.
He knew she would be exhausted. She’d used a level of magic that she’d never touched before. And due to her efforts, with just a little bit of help from him and Triton, she’d successfully cleared Barren of every demon.
That was why he’d brought her here. She needed to rest. Even though his cock throbbed at the sight of her resting in his bed, Priapus knew she would need to sleep in order to build back her strength.
Partially he’d been selfish too. He wanted time alone with her, a lot of time alone with her. And if she’d returned to her mother’s home, she’d barely get an hour of sleep before the new day. By now word traveled through the town that everyone had returned to normal. He knew her mother’s phone had already rung more than once concerning the matter. Margaret and Gramma would know what happened.
Triton had agreed to tell the older women that Priapus had taken Thena to safe refuge, the location of his castle not something that the women would understand.
“One week,” Triton had told him. “I’ll give you one week with her and then I want to see her.”
Priapus had agreed. He needed more than a week, eternity wouldn’t be long enough. But again he knew he was being selfish. Thena had a right to get to know her father, if that was in fact what she wanted to do.
For now she would rest, sleep without interruption until she awoke. Taking one long last look at his sleeping beauty, he walked silently across the large room, disappearing when he reached the doorway.
When Thena awoke, the long shadows filling the room around her didn’t look familiar. Wonderfully warm blankets cuddled her in to a perfectly firm mattress. She didn’t want to move, or for that matter even wake up. Never had she been so comfortable.
But as she blinked the sleepiness from her eyes, her surroundings grew clearer.
Where in the hell was she?
It took a minute to remember the night before, casting out the demons, flying alongside Priapus while working magic with him.
She sat up in the bed quickly. “Priapus,” she called out.
Long, silky transparent fabric draped over a large wooden canopy frame. The four-poster bed was so large someone could have been sleeping with her and she could have stretched without interrupting their slumber. Yet she was alone in the magnificent bed.
Two large windows had long chic drapes that fluttered from a gentle warm breeze. The bed was in the middle of the room, pushed up against the wall opposite the bedroom door, which stood open. She couldn’t see past it though, and for the moment was too comfortable to climb out of the bed.
Not to mention the fact that she didn’t have any clothing on, and didn’t see her clothes anywhere. Hauling any of the thick blankets off of the bed to cover herself so she could explore where she was further sounded like way too much work. Staying put seemed a lot easier at the moment.
“Priapus, where am I?” she whispered this time, seeing no reason to yell for a god who could hear her thoughts.
“In my bed,” he whispered back, and then leaned into her.
She jumped in spite of herself, then turned when Priapus wrapped his arms around her, pulling the two of them back on the pile of down pillows. It didn’t surprise her to see he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
Unable to stop herself, she pulled the covers back, her heart skipping a beat at his enormous cock, bulging and throbbing with promises of lustful satisfaction.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get used to how big you are,” she whispered, running her fingers over his thick shaft.
Priapus’ head fell back, his hand gripping her shoulder. Just her gentle touch was enough to make him want to throw her down and bury himself deep in her heat. “Take your time and study it all you w
ant,” he managed to breathe.
She smiled, nibbling her lower lip while she stroked his cock, testing his size visually by trying to wrap her fingers around it. She wasn’t able to. Priapus groaned, and tightened his grip on her.
Feeling a bit of control, although she knew there was no way she could overpower him, physically or magically, Thena moved to her knees, the covers piling around them.
She used both hands, wrapping her fingers around the soft skin that sheathed the iron cock in front of her. His cock head was almost purple, swollen with just a drop of moisture seeping out as she stroked him.
“Come here,” he whispered, reaching for her, turning her. “Sit on my face while you play with it.”
Now she grinned openly. “You got a deal,” she giggled, straddling his head and lowering her cunt to his mouth.
His tongue raked over her eager folds, springing rivers of lust to life as he dipped into her, tasted her. Her sweet scent wrapped around him, hardening him to the point of erotic pain. Never had a woman moved him like this.
Thena’s inner thigh muscles stretched as she lowered herself to Priapus’ face. His tongue was blissful torture, stroking and teasing her so that she couldn’t move, and at the same time wanted to jump up.
With both of her hands she took Priapus’ cock, and then leaned forward kissing the moisture from his cock head.
Priapus growled, the vibration trembling through her. She quivered, unable to stop herself, as her first orgasm moved through her. This time he hummed his satisfaction, his tongue lapping at her, drinking the cum he’d induced.
It was all she could do not to clench her legs against the side of his face, smother him with her pussy, and beg him never to stop. She stroked the giant cock throbbing in front of her. There was no way she could take him into her mouth. And at the moment, she wasn’t sure she could do anything other than focus on breathing. Even that was a chore.
But she had to offer something in return for the wonderful sensations he was putting her through. Leaning forward, she held on to his cock. She didn’t have to move forward very far. His anxious dick bounced up from his chest, greeting her with an eager hello.
Both of her hands wrapped around it, her fingers barely overlapping. The length of him was well over a foot long, swollen and hard as rock. She licked at him as if he were a giant lollipop, running her tongue from one end of his swollen cock head to the other.
Skin so smooth, so soft and so tender, pulsed in her hand. The strength of him, the eager thrust he gave when her tongue touched him, had her aching to give him more.
“Oh baby. Hell yes,” Priapus breathed into her pussy, his breath hot and his voice deep and raspy.
She stroked him faster, using her hands and her tongue to soak his shaft. In her wildest dreams she’d never imagined a cock this size. And to think it was hers. More than anything at that moment she knew this to be true. All of him, from giant cock to compassionate god, Priapus was hers.
His tongue impaled her, dipping deep into her folds. Priapus couldn’t believe the magic she worked with her tender caresses, her sweet kisses. There was no real magic involved, but her compassion, her concern that he feel the same pleasure that he offered her, made the moment more magical than if they’d combined their powers and altered their bodies.
Her fingers were like soft feathers, moving delicately over his skin, but torturing him as if they were flames burning through his flesh. She stroked and licked his cock until he thought he would explode, emptying himself on her face. And the thought wasn’t unappealing. But if he were to come, he wanted to see it happen, watch her expression while he gave her everything he had.
And without a doubt that was what he was doing. Everything he was, everything he had he wanted to give to Thena. The reality of that fact was like a huge burden lifting from his shoulders. No more would he tread through life alone, keep his thoughts to himself, move without the concern of another.
From now on, he was half of a whole. That knowledge felt damned good.
Her fingers moved harder, faster, and she was taking over his ability to think straight.
“Woman,” he growled, barely able to contain himself.
He lifted her off of him, catching her satisfied smile, and the glow in her sultry brown eyes when she gazed at him.
“I want to ride you,” she whispered, not sure if she could.
She had him so hard. And he was already too large for any woman to be able to handle. But she’d taken him before, and she knew she would enjoy making love to him again and again. One way or another, she would learn how best to fuck this man, this cock that was so unique from any other man’s.
“Come here then.” He reached for her, seeing the determination on her face. “See how much you can handle.”
“I’ll always be able to handle all of you,” she told him with determination.
“Always?” he asked, needing to hear what he already knew was in her thoughts.
She straddled him, bracing her feet on either side of him and squatting over him. He reached for her hands, holding her, bracing her so that she steadied herself over him, her soaked cunt pressing against the tip of his cock. The heat she soaked him with was too much to bear.
“Always, as in forever,” she whispered, and then forced herself down, lowering herself so that his cock stretched her open.
Humidity soared through him as he penetrated her opening, feeling the softness of her folds wrap around him in a loving embrace. So smooth, so hot, so absolutely fucking perfect.
“Forever is a long time,” he told her, watching her lashes flutter shut over her eyes, her mouth form a perfect circle as she continued to lower herself over his cock. “But it sounds absolutely wonderful to me.”
“Priapus,” she began, hardly able to talk.
This position had him impaling her with all that he had, filling her and stretching her unlike she’d ever been filled before.
“Yes?” he asked, aching to hear the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
“I think forever is the perfect amount of time.” When she was positive that if she took him another inch he would come up through her mouth, she began rising, feeling the muscles in her legs quiver as he slowly glided out of her. “I have found my soul mate,” she added, breathless.
“Yes, you have.” And he had found his.
He allowed her a few more times of moving over him, taking all she could and then gliding upwards until he almost left the heat of her insides. Her eyes closed, her mouth barely open, she was the most beautiful sight in the world.
And for the rest of her life, he would enjoy every minute of her. Never had he committed to a woman before. And her being half-goddess made her even more enticing. Together they would explore what life had to offer, grow together and learn from each other. As excited as he was to enjoy that lifetime, he wouldn’t rush it, but take it minute by minute. And for now, he would simply relish in her beauty while she showed him how much she loved him.
“I love you, Thena Lotus Cooke,” he whispered, and held on to her while she rode him through yet another orgasm.
Epilogue
Thena looked around her empty home, and then turned with a grin when Priapus and Merco entered her front door. Here was where it had all begun, with Priapus walking through her front door in Kansas City. Now he sauntered through, returning her grin, and looking sexy as hell.
“I think we have all of your boxes loaded,” Merco said, turning when Naomi entered behind them. He pulled her into his arms. “We both wish you two the best of luck in Kentucky.”
“We expect you to visit.” Thena held her hand out to Naomi, who took it and offered a friendly squeeze. “I might need your advice from time to time.”
Priapus glanced at Merco, and Thena offered them both a knowing smile.
“Well, you have an advantage over me.” Naomi let go of Thena’s hand and wrapped her arms around Merco’s waist. “I don’t have any magic at all. It would have taken me days to box up thi
s house.”
Thena looked around her. It had been fun using magic to pack everything, watching while her cherished items had floated into boxes. The men had shown off, carrying out boxes with one finger, juggling them once they had them in the large truck parked out front. It was a wonder none of the neighbors had noticed.
That was something she would have to get accustomed to. For years she’d worried about her powers being noticed, about people talking. Yet in just the past few weeks, she’d learned that humans tended to look the other way when they didn’t understand something. They would write it off, tell each other it never happened.
Granted, they would always whisper about the time when evil set foot in Barren, and Thena Cooke had come home to set things straight. But they would go on with their lives.
“We’ll be down there in a few weeks, after you two are settled,” Merco told Priapus.
The four of them exchanged handshakes and hugs, and Naomi and Thena both cried, but Thena knew she would still see her friend a fair bit. Traveling with a god made the distance a lot closer.
Priapus pulled her into his arms, his strength immediately consuming her. His hands brushed over her back, then slid around her, cupping her breasts. She looked up at him, desire rushing through her, as they vanished from her home.
“I think you’ll be pleased by this,” he whispered in her ear.
Thena would be pleased with both of them out of their clothes, and was about to tell him that, when she realized they had reappeared in the graveyard in Barren. The sensation of having run really fast, and then stopping just as suddenly had her bracing herself. But Priapus was right there, holding on to her.
“What is this?” She looked down at the fresh grave, and the small marker that had recently been placed there.
“Susie Wright was terribly raped and murdered. The horrendous crime allowed the demons to take over this town so easily. They breed on hatred, on fear. Now with the demons gone, those who knew of the crime were able to come forth, have the men arrested, and put Susie to peace in a proper grave.”
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