“I said don’t move,” Enlil took the vibrator away and Candy quickly propped herself back up. “Good girl,” he purred, then dipped it into her pussy for more lubricant. He brought it back to her clit and she shivered against it.
“Feels good, doesn’t it.” Enlil rubbed in small circles and smiled as the vibrations did their work. He could see her flesh quiver as she pressed backward, nearing climax, but just before Candy cried out, he drew back.
“Not so fast, Candy. I’m going to bring you to the edge again and again. Then when you look like you can’t take any more, I’m going to plunge your little friend deep inside you and listen while you scream.” He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. The soft plastic device belonged to her, and it was only a few inches long.
Enlil could swear she whimpered, but when he eased back, she grabbed his hand and made him put the tip back to her swollen clit. He laughed. Ah. It had been a good whimper.
True to his word, he worked her to a frenzy again and again, until she strained against the appliance, begging him to let her finish. Her ass trembled under his ministrations, and Enlil marveled at the power he had over her body.
When he sensed she couldn’t take any more, he inched the device away, brought his fingers together to squeeze her clit, then thrust the vibrator up inside her sopping channel.
She screamed his name, and violently spiraled over the edge. Her pussy grabbed the appliance moistly. Nice. Such nice, pretty pink in one place. His cock throbbed in time to her convulsions. Keep it in the pants, big boy.
He removed the vibrator and quickly replaced it with his thumb, which was bigger and gave her more to grip. And he almost lost his mind as her spasms continued around him and he imagined the same inner muscles latching onto his dick. He bit back a groan as his digit became gloriously wet with her pleasure, and he couldn’t wait to lick it clean. He slid his pinching fingers from the sensitive nub and urged her face down on the bed, his thumb still deep within her, and listened as her panting lessened to a series of deep breaths. She squirmed on his skewering thumb, but fuck it, he’d leave it there forever if she let him. Enlil cuddled his face up next to her ass.
“Just figured I’d visit to say a proper goodbye before heading home for Christmas,” Enlil whispered into the velvet skin of her hip. Candy chuckled, her pussy muscles clenching him as she laughed.
“There was nothing proper about that, Enlil,” she chastised. “What are you trying to do, asshole, make sure that I miss you?’ She wiggled some more, settling his thumb in deeper.
“Could be.” Enlil briefly pondered sending in a couple more fingers to join his thumb to see if he could get a good stretch going, but it might ruin the trusting mood between them. “Is there anything else I can do to make you want me back?”
She turned her head to look at him now, and he loved the speculative gleam in her eyes. “There is something,” she admitted, licking her sexy little mouth.
“Tell me what it is, and it’s yours.” Enlil answered back.
“Promise?” Candy’s breathing ramped up, and her twat contracted on his thumb. What the hell would she ask?
He swallowed his trepidation. “I promise.” Enlil hoped he could deliver.
“I’ve never seen a man pleasure himself before,” she whispered, looking down pointedly at the bulge in his pants. “I want you to do that for me. Now.”
Enlil gaped, dumbfounded. He’d never once in all his thousands of years performed that act in front of anybody. He’d deny her, but Candy had extracted a promise. While he stuttered, tongue-tied, she continued. “And I want to see it with you, you know, close to your bull form.”
She meant with his dick in enormous proportions, he knew, and how could she possibly know he usually turned either bovine, or near-so, while self-pleasuring? The rough feel of his hide-like palm against his cock gave him more stimulation than regular skin-on-prick smoothness.
He finally cleared his throat and withdrew his thumb from her pussy, rubbing it in her juices before taking a pleasurable lick of his gleaming digit. “Couldn’t I entice you into something different?” he asked hopefully. Not that the idea of self-pleasuring didn’t turn him on. Just that he found it difficult imagining himself carrying out the task with an audience.
“Uh-uh.” She shook her head in seriousness. “I want to see it.” She rolled to her side, her eyes glittered with anticipation. She groped for the front of his pants, and he let out a shudder as she worked the zipper down, then freed his straining cock.
“Oh, hell,” he groused. “If I’m going to do it, I might as well do it right.” He got to his feet and shed his clothes, enjoying the way her gaze flitted over his massive chest, traveling quickly downward to his ready tool.
“Move over.” His voice came out a little sharp, impatient almost. Candy had goaded him, but he’d play along. Hell. If he expected to take her virginity, he could damn well satisfy a little of her curiosity first. She scooted aside.
Enlil sat his ass down, propped some pillows behind him against the headboard, and leaned back in a semi-sitting position. His prick was already fucking hard enough to split rock, and beads of moisture puddled on its tip. He brought his knees up a little and let them relax to either side. From Candy’s position, she’d have a good look at his heavy sac and an eyeful of pure, rigid male penis.
Enlil huffed. “I might need a little help here,” he admitted. He had trouble conjuring the bull, as the vulnerability of his position made him a bit nervous.
“Can I hold your balls? Will that help?” she queried. His groan and short nod had her boldly moving between his legs to cup him gently in her small hand. Right on cue, the bull roared to life inside him, and his dick grew exponentially. It was going to be tough, walking the edge between a few minor changes, and going full bull, but Enlil could do it.
****
Candy marveled at the change in Enlil. With his cock gone huge, she’d had him in her mouth in the dark, and also seen him in her shower, but not optimally lit. Here, the show unfolded in an entirely different light. The drapes were drawn back and daylight blazed into the room, allowing one hundred percent visibility. The balls in her hand suddenly took on a courser feel.
His penis, which already seemed huge to begin with, lengthened and thickened to half again as big, but Candy took it in. Even if he went completely bovine, as she’d told Enlil before, the bull side of him wouldn’t hurt her.
Partially turned, Enlil lost a lot of his inhibitions, posturing for Candy and holding his cock out toward her. She’d instinctually known it would be easier for the bull than for Enlil to give a performance. That was why she’d asked for the transformation. If she witnessed a hand job, she didn’t want a half-assed one, she wanted a full-on raging male orgasm.
She let go of his balls and eased up to his hip where she would have a ringside seat.
One hand wiggled up to tug on his ear where she rasped out her final request. “When you come, I want you to finish on me,” she dared.
Enlil roared with pleasure, and his eyes rolled skyward as his thick palm began to move.
Candy watched with fascination as he stroked himself, and as intense satisfaction played over his hard features. She let her gaze rove boldly, and when she regarded his stiff prick, he elicited a series of heady grunts that indicated his visceral pleasure.
He skated his hand up and down his cock, circling and jerking, and while he did so, Candy took mental note of the things he seemed to like.
His squeezing and pulling, along with the way his hips rose and fell with each tug, mesmerized. And his respiration ramped up every time his big thumb swept across the bulbous, sensitive head of his gorgeous cock. Just as her mouth watered to a point where she knew she had to join in, Enlil twisted up to his knees. With his free hand, he roughly flipped her from her side to her back. As she lay stunned, he knelt over her―his enormous sex in his hand―and continued to stroke. His pleasure was clear on his face, as he called out her name. “Candy,” he roared, as he orga
smed in rushing, heady spurts, covering her bare tits, her belly, and her pussy with his release.
She’d never experienced anything like it before. Without fucking, without touching, she’d merged with this man, this god. And she liked it.
Candy dipped her fingers into the moistness that covered her, relishing his nearly animal-like howl and possession. With a lustful look, she put her fingers into her mouth. And sucked.
Enlil groaned and sank down beside her.
If she’d expected embarrassment, she was wrong. The sentiment shining from his eyes was a gleam of proprietary rights. Gods help her, but somehow―dammit―she knew she’d just been claimed. Lock, stock, and Chosen. But―she checked out his left pec and rolled her eyes―still without the telltale shoulder fire.
She knew he planned to fuck her when he got back from the East Coast, to cement the deal one way or the other, and this time not one part of her hesitated. It was put up or shut up time, and she happily gave in to her needs.
I’m going to let him fuck me.
Chapter Eighteen
Enlil showed up to Christmas Eve pandemonium at the compound. Goddesses flitted everywhere, putting finishing touches on stockings hanging from the huge fieldstone fireplace mantel in the living room, giggling hysterically and bugging the life out of Enten. Every time he turned around, they asked him to make the snow just a little bit deeper or to frost up the windows. He threatened that they’d wake up with drifts in their beds if they didn’t leave him alone.
Enlil had never seen this much greenery on the inside of a dwelling before. Every free surface, every window and door was draped with pine garlands. No denying the house smelled marvelous, also helped by the vast number of pies cooling on the sideboard that Absu, Kate, and the witches had baked throughout the day.
The proper sweet water god had concocted a late-night feast for their Christmas Eve repast; that this very minute was being acquired in the kitchen and un-acquired to the long table in the seldom used, but lavishly appointed banquet hall.
A crisp white, damask tablecloth covered the ancient walnut surface of the table, topped with the most precious and colorful of dinnerware. The majolica was not the fine, thin porcelain of England. Instead, it proved a thick, luscious low-fired china that had been brought directly from Deruta, Italy, for Ishkur’s wife in the 1600s.
The god had wanted something durable but memorable for his family, and had made his immortal friends―invisible at the time―search the world over for the perfect set. Of course, the group had gone overboard and returned with an entire service for twenty with its bright concoction of brilliant reds, golds, greens, and blues that depicted a serpent-like dragon. That creature had tickled Anshar’s fancy in particular.
Ishkur’s Merrymount wife, Phoebe, had loved the service; and at her death it had passed it on to their daughter Pearl. It had been in the family for several generations thereafter, until an intrepid great grand-daughter had made the trek west with a wagon train, and had put the china up for sale.
Ishkur, who had continued to keep an eye on his ancestors from afar, quickly took note of the auction of family goods and managed to acquire the china for the compound. It had been a treasured item for years, but this would be its first use since it had graced a mid-winter feast at Ishkur’s table back in the seventeenth century.
Beside the china, gleaming layers deep, sat highly polished grand baroque sterling silver flatware. It had been acquired in the 1940s. No one could remember the particulars of the purchase, and although infused with zero nostalgia, it made a sparkling foil for the colorful china.
Crystal stemware, red and green damask napkins, and towering fruit topiaries adorned the expanse of table and sideboard, and the rich, clove scented candles completed the ambiance until the whole room gripped the inhabitants with a warm embrace.
On the table as the gods filed in appeared large fillets of honey and spiced glazed salmon bedded on nests of fresh spinach, sprinkled with toasted cranberries and almonds. Enlil, although vegetarian, would eat fish, and contrary to what some of the new goddesses might believe, Anshar and Dagon―the serpent duo―ate fish as a natural habit in the sea. Although the pair usually devoured the creatures live and whole.
Bowls of steaming, roasted root vegetables appeared, along with great piles of fluffy mashed potatoes.
“And this isn’t even our big Christmas dinner?” Gregory Abelard, father to Tess, Holly, and Huxley walked into the room and exclaimed.
“Dad.” The goddesses flung themselves at their father, with Tess speaking first. “We didn’t know if you were coming.”
“We’d hoped,” continued Holly, “but we couldn’t be sure. When did you get back?” Enlil heard that Greg Abelard had been taking advantage of his new-found independence by traveling the world. Last they’d known, he had been in Russia.
“I came in this morning, but I had a few things to do in Boston before venturing here,” he let them know. “You don’t think I would have missed Christmas with my children?” he kiddingly rebuked. “Besides, you have enough food here for an army.” He looked around. “Or a gaggle of gargantuan gods.” His alliteration was greeted with good natured jeers.
Marduk poured wine for those sauntering in who were imbibing. Both of the witches, Angie and Addie May, as well as Glory’s mother Kate took a proffered glass. Kate received immediate compliments on the height of the meringue peaks on her lemon pie.
The invisible gods were too caught up in the jolly atmosphere to pout overly much at not being able to smell or eat the food. Besides, at the rate gods were finding their Chosen and becoming corporeal, they were hopeful, and looking forward to enjoying the festivities with bodies a year from now.
Marduk took his place at the head of the table. On his right sat his burgeoning bride Tess, then Anshar and Lenore, Dagon and Holly, followed by Greg Abelard, Enten and Glory.
Then three invisibles lined up: Emesh, Dumuzi, and Shamash. Moving down table on the left, more embodied attended. Huxley, Dani-Lee, Addie May, Kate, and Angie made up the balance, with Lahar at the far end.
Ninurta, Kulla, and finally Absu, took the last of the nonbodied positions.
Enlil positioned himself at the foot of the table, happy to be with his friends, but got stabbed with an unexpected spear of disappointment. He suddenly missed a dark, spiky head that seemed like it belonged at his side. Shit. He must be getting sappy.
“A toast.” He shook it off, raised his drink, and spoke to the assemblage. When everyone’s glasses were in harmony, he continued, “To our absent friends, Ishkur, and the DEA agents on the West Coast.” Hoots and taunts cajoled him to continue. “All right,” Enlil groused. “And Candy.”
Marduk let him off the hook. “And to Nergal and Ereshkigal and our glowie friends in the Underworld,” the thunder god added.
“And let’s not forget Erra and Ish Din in the Overworld,” Tess reminded. The war god and his consort had become special favorites of hers, and the earthbound deities had found out through the god-vine that War and the goddess of the dawn were finally dating exclusively after thousands of years, and that shoulders had finally flamed brightly between the two.
And to our loved ones, across the spectrum.
Kulla spoke of Kabta, his brother in the Overworld with whom he’d just reconciled.
“Here, here,” Dagon called exuberantly, clearly ecstatic to be part of the large and loving group once again. “And to Absu, for the most delectable feasssssst.”
Enlil stifled a laugh. Dagon never could get the serpent out of his head when he caught the enticing scent of fish.
“Can we eat now?” Their once-adversary’s forked tongue slithered out inadvertently.
Imbibe and be sated, Absu declared. Replete your yuletide hunger amongst the closest of friends, and far be it for those of us who remain incorporeal to deny your rejoicing. Whither that we shall join you all soon in physical bliss.
Shamash sported some odd, secret looking smile that he didn’t manage t
o hide from Enlil quite fast enough. What the hell could that mean? Another thing to unravel at a more appropriate time.
Hours later, the physical beings made short work of cleanup. Amidst protests by Absu, they declared he’d done such a fine job on the food, they would be in charge of clearing and washing. Absu had to be secretly pleased. As much as he loved to cook, he’d always hated to clean. And what a pain in the ass that had to be. Acquiring, then unacquiring every item to clear, wash, and then dry.
Enlil spoke to Marduk when they’d finished their part in clearing the area. “I have a special Christmas request, if it’s okay with you.” Enlil took Marduk’s arm and steered him away from the crowd.
“Ask, Enlil,” Marduk belched softly. Enlil laughed. Yup. It had been a fine meal.
“After the gift giving tomorrow, and the Yankee swap, of course, I’d like to head back to California.” Enlil hoped he didn’t look as sappy as he appeared.
“You miss her,” Marduk stated pointedly. Enlil sighed but didn’t pretend ignorance.
“Yeah,” he paused to allow honesty to surface. “Although it surprises me a little. I didn’t think she had that much of a draw on me, but I find myself…agitated without her near. I feel the need to know what she’s doing at every moment.”
“But you haven’t lit up yet?” Marduk raised a questioning brow.
“No. Which brings me to my request. Did Shamash fill you in?” Enlil ducked his head, a little embarrassed to open up in front of Marduk. But he owed the thunder god an explanation. “You’ve probably already figured that in order for my amulet to light, I have to be free of inhibitions. But the important part here, is that Candy…oh hell, there’s no delicate way to say it. Candy’s still a virgin,” he blurted out.
Marduk blinked, taken aback. “At her age? Shit. How old is she, Enlil?”
“I know it’s weird,” Enlil’s voiced gruffly. “She’s thirty-one.”
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