Avarice

by Hildred Billings

  “Come here, Mercy.” Avarice said, licking her upper lip. “Let me infuse you with my sin. We can kill two birds with one stone. You get laid, and you become more balanced. I bet you’ll feel a lot better in your heart with the ability to feel such ambition again.”

  It was tempting. God knew it was. Yet something gnawed Mercy’s subconscious. Something from not so long ago.

  “Who is the other goddess Acedia has talked about?” Tangles knotted in Mercy’s stomach. “Her sister, or something.”

  Avarice lowered her leg and dropped her seductive smile. “Why are you asking me this?” Was she offended? Was bringing up such a deity totally beneath her? Or, worse… frightening?

  Mercy stepped back. “Acedia said… that if I had died that night… I would be a victim of her sister. She was trying to save me from someone else. Is she the devil?”

  Perturbed silence saturated the room. “I don’t think I should talk about her. It is unpleasant.”

  “Are you afraid of her?”

  “Afraid? Hardly.”

  “Then why won’t you speak of her?”

  The boasting had subsided, and it did not bring Mercy comfort. “No one knows anything about her except Acedia. Our mission is to prevent women from having to know her. She has a very unpleasant job. That’s all you need to know.”

  Mercy left her hand on the bedroom doorknob. That was it? No other information?

  “Why do you ask?” Avarice said. “Why now?”

  “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I mean, you and your lot are so sudden… I am learning things about the spiritual world I didn’t know before. Assuming you’re not a figment of my imagination.”

  “I’m not.

  “How can there be no records of you people anywhere? Why have I never heard of you? It you have done this through the ages, then why are you not in any legends?”

  “You ask a lot of questions.” Avarice flopped onto the bed. “It’s been thousands of years since we were last in any mortal’s collective consciousness. Something happened with Acedia, and she had no interest in searching for women for us to help. You must be special!”

  “I don’t think I am.”

  “Acedia thinks you are.”

  Mercy succumbed to her fatigue and sat on the edge of the bed, where Avarice kicked her legs and rolled with her ankles leading the way. “No one has ever thought I’m special…”

  “That is not true.” Avarice leaned back on one arm and pivoted her body toward Mercy. “Lots of people have thought you were special to some extent. The person who hired you thought you were special. The admissions people at your university thought it. All the friends you’ve ever had thought you were special! Besides,” she placed a finger on Mercy’s leg. “Wanting to feel special… that’s a type of greed, isn’t it? Maybe you have a little of it left in you, after all.”

  Mercy smiled.

  “So, shall we commence?” Both of Avarice’s hands grasped Mercy’s arm. The touch of a woman enraged the lust simmering in her gut, almost as if she had forgotten it. Oh, but she wanted it. How could she not, when she was taken over by the sin of lust? Avarice offered to balance her out. Put a little more greed into her. But what did that mean? Would she become covetous? Want the things that others had? Steal into people’s homes and steal their possessions? Mercy didn’t want any of that.

  Yet it might be nice to want something again.

  “Do you know what I really want, Mercy?” Avarice sat up behind Mercy, grabbing her shoulders and whispering into her ear. Damn that hot breath riling up the lust inside of Mercy. “I want to make your body mine.” Fingers bound in silk and jewels ran down Mercy’s arms and flittered across her stomach. “If you had a cherry, I would take that, too. I want it. I want it all.” She nipped Mercy’s earlobe. A wince of pleasure was enough.

  Heat pulsed through Mercy’s body, reminding her of the blessed night she spent with Lust only a few weeks ago. She had been a gentle, understanding lover who submitted to Mercy’s renewed fervor. Who knew what Avarice would be like? She came across as domineering. That kind of lover who took what she wanted and thrust her pleasure wherever she pleased. Mercy was aroused enough for it to happen. Her body wanted it, but her mind was on another plane of existence.

  “Don’t you want me too, Mercy?” Her sleeves came down her arms, tossed to the ground thanks to Avarice’s flick of the wrists. “My lovely Mercy. Please me as much as I am bound to please you, and I may put your things away. Yet there is one token I still insist on taking.”

  Mercy flinched beneath the deity’s soft touch. “What’s that?”

  Avarice unzipped Mercy’s skirt, fingers disappearing beneath it. They massaged Mercy’s folds – her body convulsed with desire. “These. I want these. Give them to me, darling.”

  “My… my underwear?”

  Something pinched her pussy through Mercy’s lingerie. “Be glad I don’t ask for more. One time I took a woman’s toga. Another time, I grasped a family heirloom. Give me one token. Give me these.”

  Before Mercy could tie her head back on right, Avarice slipped off the bed and grabbed her by the skirt.

  5

  “Let’s see what we have in here, hm?” The wicked grin on Avarice’s face could sink ships, let alone one sailing Mercy’s loins. “I want to see that pretty pussy. Bring it here.”

  The skirt tumbled over Mercy’s knees and gathered at her shoes. Those also came flying off, thanks to Avarice’s crazed desire for her. “Holy shit,” Mercy mumbled, as her legs and feet were pulled apart for Avarice to dive between. Thank the Heavens for an angel that loved oral.

  But it wasn’t a go-down that Mercy received. Instead, Avarice licked the dip of Mercy’s abdomen, plunging her tongue into Mercy’s navel. The length of Avarice’s body was a legendary snake compared to Mercy’s. Who knew what that tongue could do?

  For one, it could wrap around Mercy’s lingerie and slowly pull it down her pelvis.

  Avarice glanced up, smiling, teeth clenching the lingerie. A tickle escaped her throat, and Mercy shuddered, the lust rising inside of her like a celestial torrent. What a view… Never before had a woman teased her like this, let alone in such a delectable way. The waistband pulled away from Mercy’s body and exposed her trimmed hairs clinging to the fabric. The potent scent of Mercy’s sex, ready for whatever Avarice was offering, was unleashed upon the world.

  Mercy groaned, enjoying every minute of her underwear strolling down her legs to her tiny toes.

  “Thank you.” Avarice held up the periwinkle lingerie. “These are exactly what I needed.” If any other person had done it, Mercy would have been disgusted. Except it was a deity at the helm of this crazed ship. One who sniffed Mercy’s underwear like a common pervert. Only someone like her could make it… erotic? Mercy would rather her guest inhale the real thing, however. “First thing’s first, my mortal cherry.” Avarice dropped the underwear. “Let’s get rid of this excess lust inside of you. Brace yourself, dear. I’m about to make you come in ways you’ve been fantasizing about for the past month.”

  Stars swirled before Mercy as the lust was knocked out of her. Almost comical, the way she felt like she was in some old cartoon from her childhood. If only they were as raunchy as this! Avarice’s busy tongue tickled the folds of Mercy’s pussy, coaxing the desire from her. Slowly, like a siphon becoming one with her, Mercy relaxed for the first time in a month.

  “It’s working,” she said, steeling herself against the bed as the deity devoured her. Every time she glanced down, Mercy gazed into those haunting, amber eyes. She almost felt… serviced. Like she had her own harem of rainbow-colored sinners waiting for the command to come pleasure her. The kings of old had them, why shouldn’t Mercy? It was the twenty-first century, damnit. She should be allowed a harem of beautiful women if she wanted. She’d procure a palace to house them… no, a temple! Yes, a temple was appropriate for a gaggle of goddesses. Except instead of worshipping them, Mercy would ask them to worship her.


  “Oh, dear.” Avarice pulled away as Mercy released a hearty groan. “I may have overdone it. I’m not supposed to feed you my sin. Yet here you are, having fantasies about turning me into your possession.”

  Mercy snapped up. “You were reading my thoughts?”

  Avarice’s chest was soon leveled against Mercy’s groin. “I’m supernatural, dear. I get to pry a bit. Especially during sex. That’s the best part!”

  “I don’t know how I feel about that.” Was embarrassment a sin? Because Mercy was full of that one now.

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” Nails scraped against the front of Mercy’s shirt. Buttons were removed. Skin met the air. When Mercy’s blouse popped open, exposing her braless breasts, Avarice spoke again. “That’s how we know it’s working.”

  The deity stood, admiring Mercy’s body from above. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” Mercy asked.

  Avarice may have planned this all along. “I don’t take off my clothes, darling.” One of those nails now poised at the top of Mercy’s bodice, breaking through the silk and searing down her chest. “I emerge from them.”

  Like a flower blooming in the summer sun, Avarice blossomed from her orange gown. Slowly. Scintillatingly. Skin peeked through the front of her grown as it tore away from her chest. Breasts popped out and caught Mercy’s eye. The nail stopped short of Avarice’s skirt. The teasing was too much for Mercy, who spread her legs along the bed and begged to be taken then and there.

  “I know you want it, darling,” Avarice said, bringing Mercy’s face forward until she was inclined to lick the deity’s nipple. “Lust and greed aren’t so different. Lust is merely the sexual abstract for coveting something. Oh.” She sucked in her breath. “I guess mortals have those skills as well. Here.” Avarice picked up Mercy’s dominant hand and stuck it between her legs. “Find my center, and I will sin with you.”

  The goddess’s body was the perfect fit for draping across Mercy’s. She didn’t stop there, however. Avarice was on a mission to prove something to Mercy, and that included drawing her body up along Mercy’s, enticing her to kiss those otherworldly nipples and to run her tongue along sweet, succulent flesh. Mercy’s fingers danced in the folds of Avarice’s skirt. In time, she discovered a slit and dove in with her hand, searching for the sweet nectar she loved to drink from these generous goddesses.

  Luckily for her, deities had no use for underwear.

  “Oh!” Avarice wrapped one arm around Mercy’s shoulder and used the other to hold up her skirt. “You devilish woman! Yes, yes, get in there!”

  “In there” felt like nothing special at first. Some skin, warmth, and the slick honey Mercy coveted. She wetted her fingers in it before plunging into the tight hole from whence it came.

  Between fingering Avarice’s pussy and licking her nipples, Mercy was also on the verge of dying in sexual release. After all, this was one of her harem girls, there to reinitiate her into the world of sin. Mercy supposed that surrounding her fingers with the insides of a goddess’s pussy was a good reason to live a little while longer. The lingering gifts of Lust swarmed Mercy’s loins and made her desirous to fuck this woman. Properly.

  “Oh, yes… think such dirty thoughts, Mercy.” A growl, like a beast summoned from the darkness, claimed Avarice’s throat. “If you want to make me your possession, though, I must first give you the means to do so…” She was stifled by her own moan, one that convulsed her body. She grabbed Mercy’s shoulder, her inner walls clenching those mortal fingers. A healthy drink of nectar spilled from her depths, cleansing her thighs and soaking the front of her skirt. It only enticed Mercy to sample it. “Take your first taste of my sin.”

  She tasted like heat on a spring day. Like the frost of a cozy winter morning. It tasted like the comforts and pleasures Mercy once knew, long before her life crumbled.

  Her legs parted again, and the deity reclaimed Mercy’s core with her long, silent tongue.

  There was nothing akin to foreplay this time. Avarice wasn’t trying to loosen Mercy up, to rid her of the excess lust still inside of her. This was it. This was her sin coming back to her.

  At first, Mercy panicked when she realized Avarice’s tongue was longer than any other woman’s. Like a snake’s, coiling inside of her, filling her up and pushing far, far back into her. Its power exuded a punch that made its home inside Mercy’s gut. “Oh, my God,” she squeaked, one hand clutching Avarice’s as that tongue expanded within her. This was not human. Yet it was certainly divine.

  “Take it inside you,” Avarice said, her voice echoing between the silent chasms of Mercy’s mind. “There is nothing wrong with greed or avarice. You have to own it. You have to make it a part of you, and to tame it so it never consumes you again. Feel it in your heart and in your soul. Use your mind to correct the paths of your life, using my gift to you.”

  Mercy’s chest shot upward with every breath she sucked past her lips. Her fingers mangled the deity’s hand. Her legs strained to open wider, and her pussy hurried to accommodate that unearthly tongue with enough nectar to appease it.

  She wanted it. She wanted to cut off that tongue and own it. “Yes, my cherry,” came Avarice’s voice again. “Desire me. Possess me.”

  “Ah!” Mercy closed her eyes. The rest of her body contorted as well, struggling to contain the tongue inside of her. She swore it reached for her heart – took it and turned it dark. Breath left Mercy’s lungs. The pleasure was so intense it didn’t feel like anything anymore.

  Mercy remembered what it was like to covet.

  Avarice was right. Greed drove Mercy to succeed. Shitheels like the CEO and his management cronies – never mind the board of directors - had their houses in the mountains, and God knew how many condos around the world. She made good money. Good money. But she never spent it. She let Marissa spend it, though. That other shitheel who thought she owned Mercy and turned her into a possession. A whipping post until the bitter end.

  Mercy had forgotten the drive greed gave her when she stared down from that bridge a month ago.

  Money. Places. Things. Her blood ran green and her eyes saw dollar signs. Mercy understood it now. Back then, as a child, she desired the dream houses and the affluent dresses her dolls had. That was supposed to be her life one day.

  Out of nowhere, orgasm crashed through her.

  “Oh, shit!” She squirmed on the bed, pinned down by the tongue inside her. “Oh, my fuck!” Her feet twisted and her lungs begged for breath. “Give it to me! Give it!” She was Avarice’s thrall now.

  Just like that, her mind went back to the sex at hand and the quixotic tongue thrusting into her. Mercy released Avarice’s hand and pulled her legs apart from the knees, refusing to let them close on the deity’s beautiful face.

  When the pleasure subsided, Avarice pulled out of Mercy’s body and laughed like a siren upon her rock. “How was that, darling? Feeling a little… greedy?”

  Mercy had no idea. Although tamed by a heavy orgasm, Mercy pulled the deity down by the shoulders. Like she had done to Lust only a few weeks before, Mercy rolled on top of Avarice and took her, body and mind.

  And like Lust, this other deity became a fanatic of Mercy’s whims, praising her skills and begging for more. Both lust and greed swelled inside Mercy as she ripped the dress from Avarice’s body and marred that unforgettable skin. Teeth, tongue, lips and fingers… they were Mercy’s tools in this world of domination. She left bite marks on the goddess’s flesh and scratched her skin, but her greatest moment was when Mercy gave the deity a taste of her own medicine – flicking her tongue into that warm abode of sweet ambrosia.

  Avarice thrust into Mercy’s face, shouting her own praises as she drowned the mortal woman in honey laced in mythological greed. It was the essence of the goddess, and she did not give it to just anyone. Yet now she gave it to Mercy, tipping back the mortal’s head and drowning her in a holy lagoon. Mercy accepted as much as she could, but she was soon choking on the very essence that promised to heal he
r burdened soul. What didn’t touch her throat wetted her chin and her breasts, something to make Avarice laugh when she saw it for herself a few seconds later.

  “Hopefully I didn’t overdo it, too.” Avarice pulled away her legs, hiding them beneath her skirts. “Now I know what my sister meant. You’re a treasure, Mercy.”

  Ragged, Mercy rested her head upon her bed. “What do you mean?” All she could taste and smell was that divine nectar.

  “Maybe it’s because I haven’t done this in a long time, but it seems like there’s something special about you. When you put your mouth on me, I want to ride your face until you stop breathing. Oh, dear. That doesn’t help you at all, does it?”

  Was that a compliment? Mercy stood, blouse hanging from her torso.

  “And all I want to do when I see this body is fuck it filthy.” Avarice yanked on Mercy’s arm, claiming her once again.

  —-

  The night was a colossal blur, thanks to Acedia’s endless offers to negate the overabundance of lust in Mercy’s body. And thanks to that lust still simmering inside her, Mercy responded to the invitation with a desire to fuck unlike she ever felt before. Although her body hurt, and her pussy begged for relief, she rode with Avarice until early in the morning: shrieking, grunting, and ingesting more greed into her mortal body.

  She couldn’t remember when the goddess left her side and let her sleep.

  When Mercy awoke before her alarm went off, she found a bedroom cleaned and its items in their respected places. If it weren’t for her aching bones, Mercy would have thought the deity was a dream. Too real. Greed dwelled within her.

  She cleaned up with a shower, noting her bland bathroom mirror and the lackluster quality of her bathrobe. She should get better ones. Maybe later that day. She should take her car… her old, beat up car that was much below her social status. Before her mind was too consumed by thoughts of greed and avarice, Mercy took a deep breath and reminded herself she could go shopping whenever. Retail therapy sounded like a good way to forget the depression still dripping from her brain.