Anthology - Threefold

by Desiree Holt

  “I am not a hallucination. I am real,” he said, breaking into her mumbled hysteria.

  “You can’t be real. I made you out of clay.”

  “I am real, and I know how much of your heart you put into crafting me.”

  “How?”

  “I could hear you talking to me as your hands worked over my body,” Adam said.

  “And you have been listening to me for even longer.”

  “How?” she repeated.

  “You called me your muse,” he said.

  “You’re my muse? The voice inside my head?”

  “Yes, you were gifted to me when you were three, and I was five. We grew up together,” he said. “Do you remember the horse you made from Play-Doh the year you were four?”

  She nodded. “Yeah, my mom still has it on her bookshelf in the living room.”

  “My father gave me a horse for my sixth birthday. I wanted you to have one, too, so I gave you the inspirational images to create one.”

  “So, I didn’t do the work myself. You did it?” Her face twisted like she was going to be sick. “I thought my artistic ability was my own, but it was you?”

  “No! I gave you leading ideas about what to create, but the work is all yours. The credit is all yours. You have the talent you were born with.”

  “So what are you doing here? How did you get here?” she asked.

  “I fell in love with you. And I asked my mother to help me convince my grandfather to grant me humanity.”

  “Humanity?” Her forehead creased. “Who’s your grandfather? God?”

  “Zeus, the king of gods.”

  “And your mother?”

  “Aphrodite, the goddess of love.”

  “Of course. And that makes your father, whom?”

  “Hephaestus,” he said.

  “The god of blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metals, and fire,” she rattled off.

  He grinned. “See why we are perfect for each other?”

  “Because you’re the son of a god and a goddess? What does that make you?”

  “I am one of the chthonic deities.”

  Mia’s head swam, and she stumbled to the couch under the bank of windows, keeping her distance from her living, breathing hallucination.

  “I’m sorry, but my knowledge of Greek mythology isn’t that deep,” she said.

  “Chthonic describes the spirit of nature within, the unconscious earthly impulses of the self. The positive side of unconscious creatively animates Man, things and the world.”

  “And the negative side does what?”

  “Gives life to envy, lust, sensuality, deceit and evil. Though I have never agreed with the others that sensuality belongs on the negative list.”

  “The others?”

  “My brother and two sisters, the other chthonic deities.”

  “Of course.” She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzziness. “So, what’s your real name?” she asked him.

  “It does not matter. I am Adam to you.”

  “But what were you known as before you came here?”

  “My name is a guarded secret to my people. In order for me to be able to come here, I had to let go of the knowledge of my name so as not to accidently reveal it.”

  “You don’t remember your real name?” she asked.

  “My real name is Adam. Whatever I was before is of no importance.”

  “This is too bizarre.” Mia dropped her head into her hands with her elbows supported on her knees. “I didn’t sleep much last night. This has to be a figment of my imagination.”

  Adam approached the couch and dropped to his knees on the floor next to her feet.

  “Are you ill? Can I do something for you?” His right hand rested on her shoulder, and his left covered her knee. His touch was hot on her skin.

  “You can’t be real,” she muttered.

  “But I am. Let me show you,” he said.

  She dropped her hands and stared at him. His wavy, blond hair hung just over the tops of his ears just as she’d imagined then created. In her lap her fingers twitched as she resisted the urge to thread them through his thick locks.

  He leant towards her, and she knew he was going to kiss her. She should back up and get away from him. He had to be some crazy man from the streets. He couldn’t possibly be a statue come to life. Her name wasn’t Pygmalion. But when she glanced over to where she’d created her clay man, the area next to her work table was empty.

  As he bent his head towards her, she didn’t move out of his grasp. She held still because she wanted his perfectly-formed lips on hers. She wanted to kiss his living flesh as she’d kissed his clay lips and imagined this moment.

  His voice matched the one she’d been hearing in her head for as long as she could remember, and her heart recognised him through his touch. He was the elusive one she’d been seeking, and some miracle had brought him to her. Though the timing wasn’t great since she’d just met a normal man she really liked last night. Would she be cheating on Zed if she kissed Adam just once?

  “Do not be afraid. We have both waited a long time for this,” he whispered before his lips touched hers.

  The room tilted with the rush of hormones surging through her body. She came alive in all her parts at once. Her clit throbbed, and her nipples ached to be touched. Fingers of heat coursed through her veins, setting her aflame for more. All thoughts of stopping at one kiss flew from her mind.

  She grasped his shoulders and pulled him onto the couch with her. She needed to feel the weight of him pressing her down. She needed to feel his hot, smooth skin against hers.

  She needed him inside of her, pounding into her, bringing her to completion.

  He held himself up by his arms, and his biceps flexed. She rubbed her hands over them. Wet heat flowed from her core, soaking her panties.

  He stared down at her. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

  She lost herself in his sky blue eyes. She imagined she caught a glimpse of heaven, full of love and beauty and raw sexuality.

  He bent his head and rubbed his nose against hers. “Mia, are you still here with me?”

  She refocused on his words. “Yes,” she said a little breathless. “I’m ready.”

  “Then I think you may be wearing too much clothing.” He sat back on his knees between her legs on the couch and pulled her into a sitting position.

  He slid his hands against her skin under her shirt. She felt like she was melting at his touch. His hands were so warm and soft.

  He lifted her shirt over her head and tugged it free from her arms. “Gods, you are beautiful.” He stopped and stared at her breasts straining to break free from the confines of her bra.

  She ran her hands down his pecs to his sculpted abs. The abs she’d sculpted from clay.

  Dizziness threatened to swamp her at such a strange thought, and she swayed.

  He grabbed her upper arms and brought her hard against his chest. “Careful, my love.

  I would not want you falling on your head.”

  She nuzzled his neck with her mouth and breathed in his rich, earthy scent. He smelled so good. She wanted to drag her mouth over his entire body, licking and tasting her way over his smooth, hot skin.

  Smooth, hairless skin. She glanced down at his genitals. Yep, she’d sculpted him hairless, and he was still as smooth as if he’d been waxed. She’d never been with a waxed man before, and all that clean skin was turning her on.

  She pushed her hands against his shoulders and nudged him to lie on his back on the couch.

  “Are you taking control?” he asked.

  “I want…” she faltered. “Yes,” she finally answered, instead of trying to tell him how much she wanted to explore his nether regions. She’d let him figure that out as she went along.

  She trailed wet kisses down his chest, spending extra time exploring the ridges of his abs with her tongue.

  “Oh, yes.” He groaned his pleasure and tried to reach for her.

  She
shoved his hands away.

  “But I want to make love to you,” he said.

  She lifted her head from his stomach to meet his eyes. “Oh, I want that, too, but first I get to explore this beautiful, living body.”

  With her mouth she resumed her path down his body to his wide cock. She’d gone for width rather than length in her sculpture. He was going to feel so good filling her. She wrapped her hand around him, and her fingers didn’t meet on the other side.

  Hot damn, he was even bigger fully erect than what she’d created.

  She worked her hand up and down his length, enjoying the feel of the silky skin over the steel rod of his shaft. She ran her thumb over the top slit, and his hips bucked.

  “Gods, that feels good,” he gasped.

  “Did you have this when you were a deity?” she asked.

  “Not nearly the same thing,” he said. “It never felt this way.”

  “Then you’re a virgin,” she said, giggling. “Wait until you feel this.”

  She lowered her mouth to the tip of his penis and swiped her tongue around the enlarged head. She teased the bottom edge of the flange, and he moaned as his cock jerked.

  “Oh, yes,” he breathed out. “That is good.”

  “There’s more,” she said. Then she opened her lips and sucked his thick cock against her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

  “Oh, Gods!” His hips bucked fitfully.

  She pulled her mouth off him with a final swipe of her tongue and held his hips steady with a hand. “Whoa, Mister Deity-Man. I’m not ready for you to get off yet. We’ve got more to do first.”

  He wiped a hand down his face. “Right. I want to taste you, too.”

  Sitting up, he pulled her onto his lap with her legs straddling him, the layers of her shorts and panties preventing him from entering her. With his hands on either side of her face, he bent his head and captured her mouth with a probing kiss. His tongue swept deep and wide. She surrendered to his possessiveness and clung to his shoulders.

  He released her mouth and trailed kisses over her cheek to her ear. His tongue circled the whorls and ridges before gently plunging in. Goosebumps skittered down her arms, and wet heat pooled in her pussy.

  He moved his mouth down the side of her neck, leaving a shivery trail of wet kisses.

  He reached the top of her breasts, revealed over the top of her bra. He lavished them with attention from his lips and tongue, slowly pushing down the lace edge of her bra until her nipples were exposed.

  She reached behind her to undo the clasp, and he paused his kisses to help her remove the straps from her arms. Then he filled his hands with her ample breasts.

  “Mia, you are gorgeous,” he said. “Lie on your back and let me enjoy you.”

  After she reclined, he rubbed his thumbs over the tips of her nipples. Then he lowered his head and covered one with his mouth. He twirled his tongue around the nipple as he sucked. Arousal shot through her body connecting her nipple to her clit. Her back arched as he gave equal attention to her other breast.

  His hands skimmed down her sides to her shorts. His fingers slid under the top edge to the button in front. He flicked it open and pulled down her zipper while laving at her navel.

  She lifted her hips as she helped slide her shorts and panties over her butt and down her thighs. He pulled them the rest of the way off her legs and tossed them on the floor.

  He slid his palm up the arch of her foot to her ankle and around her calf. His fingers lightly brushed the back of her knee, and she giggled as she tried to wiggle out of his reach.

  “Ah, I have found a ticklish spot. I will remember that,” he said, grinning. Then his eyes turned dark with hunger as his gaze slid up the remainder of her leg to the apex of her thighs.

  With a hand on each of her inner thighs, he gently pushed her legs wide until she was spread before him. The air was cool on her wet pussy.

  He bent down and covered her with his hot mouth. Her hips rose to meet him for more contact. He moved his hands under her butt and held her to him as he took his first taste. His tongue explored her ridges and creases with gliding, long sweeps.

  She wiggled, hoping he would find her clit quickly. When he did, she wasn’t prepared for the touch of his clever tongue, and she crashed into an orgasm with her thighs tight around his head. Her legs spasmed and her stomach muscles clenched. Her breath caught in her chest as she rode the swells of her release.

  It took her a few minutes to relax her muscles, even after the orgasm passed. Her breath came in quick pants until she gradually loosened up.

  She glanced down at Adam and became aware that he’d watched her through the entire orgasm. Her cheeks flushed.

  “At the risk of repeating myself, you are incredibly beautiful, especially when you do that,” he said.

  “Yes, well, let’s see how beautiful you look when I make you come,” she said slightly embarrassed. “Come here.” She tugged his arms to get him to move into position over her.

  He crept up her body until he supported his upper body weight on his hands on either side of her head.

  “I don’t have any condoms, but since you’re basically a virgin here on earth, we don’t have to worry about me catching anything from you, right?” she asked.

  He nodded. “What about making a baby?” he asked.

  “Prevented. I take a birth control pill to keep my cycles regular,” she said.

  “So, we may proceed?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes. Let’s proceed,” she said as she reached for his cock to guide him between her legs.

  He was very wide, and she had to focus for a moment on relaxing her muscles to allow him entry. He felt delicious sliding into her channel, rubbing against every inch of her.

  When he was fully seated, she marvelled at the sudden end to her abstinence.

  In less than twelve hours, she’d managed to find not one, but two men incredibly suitable for the role of her happily-for-now man. She worried for a brief moment that she was probably ruining her budding relationship with Zed, but then Adam thrust his hips back and forth, and any thoughts beyond the immediate sensation of Adam inside her, fled.

  She wrapped her legs around him then yelped when he made contact with her sweet spot.

  He paused his hip thrusts. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

  “No… Please… Don’t… Stop,” she panted.

  With a jerk of his hips, he resumed his plunging into her. Her inner muscles pulsed with her growing climax, adding to the intensity.

  Adam made a guttural sound from deep in his throat. “This. Feels. So. Good,” he gasped.

  “Yes,” she cried out as the tension in her body reached its pinnacle, and she was flooded with heat as her orgasm crested.

  She held tight to Adam’s biceps as he grunted out his own release. His head dropped as his body slumped over hers. She scooted to the edge of the couch to make room for him to collapse next to her. He lay half-draped over her flushed body with his semi-erect cock against her hip.

  Resting in his arms, she listened to their breathing return to normal. With her eyes she traced the features of his face.

  His eyes were closed. His face relaxed as he blew small breaths out of his mouth. In a few moments his breathing slowed and deepened, and his body grew heavier on her as he dropped into unconsciousness.

  She continued to gaze at him until her own eyes grew heavy. She surrendered to the tug of sleep, wrapped in the warm embrace of her creation and their shared love.

  Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

  Mia turned her head away from the loud banging disturbing her slumber. She nestled closer into the male heat at her side.

  “Mia! Are you in there? Mia?”

  Mia’s eyes popped open as she recognised Zed’s voice shouting her name from the other side of the studio door. She met Adam’s eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.

  She’d had incredibly, satisfying sex with him, slept in his arms, and now he was still a real, live human male.
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  Zed was going to be so hurt. She didn’t want to make him angry, and she didn’t want to say goodbye to him, either. How was she going to explain this to him?

  “Mia, are you there?” Zed shouted again.

  “Just a minute,” she yelled at the closed door as she rolled off the couch. She found her shirt and shorts on the floor and quickly threw them on without any undergarments.

  She risked a glance at Adam sprawled on the couch, and her head spun. He looked too damn sexy with her work lamp casting shadows across the sculpted planes of his body.

  She wanted to crawl back onto the couch with him and smooth her hands over every inch of his muscular form.

  “Is there a problem?” he asked, beginning to rise.

  She held up a hand. “No. Stay there,” she whispered.

  She hurried to the door and opened it a crack to face Zed.

  “I’m here,” she said.

  “What are you doing here so late? I thought I was meeting you at your place.”

  “How did you know to come here?” she asked.

  “I didn’t. I went to your place first. When you weren’t there, I figured there was a good chance you’d be here.” He glanced at her hair, which was surely messed and sticking up in all the wrong places. “Were you sleeping?”

  “Yeah, I fell asleep on the couch,” she said.

  “Mia?” Adam called from behind her.

  Zed’s eyes narrowed. “Who’s that? I thought you said you weren’t involved with anyone.”

  “I’m not. I wasn’t,” she said.

  Chapter Three

  Zed pushed the studio door open, and Mia had to jump back so her toes wouldn’t get caught under the door. He strode into the room and glared down at Adam. Recognition changed his face from anger to disbelief.

  “Holy shit. This guy looks exactly like Adam.” He spun to where Adam, the sculpture, had stood. “Where’s the sculpture, Mia?”

  She couldn’t answer. She didn’t know how to explain what had happened. She didn’t quite understand it herself.