STOLEN GODDESS 2

Feature Writer: chthonic1239 / 

Feature Title: STOLEN GODDESS 2 /
Published: 30.11.2005 /
Story Codes: Erotic Horror /

Synopsis: A mysterious goddess seduces men to win her freedom /

 

Stolen Goddess 2

The old woman’s word stabbed him like an icicle, and Joel halted in his steps. He turned, facing her as she stood dismally at her window, and he hesitantly crossed her lawn, went up the squat steps. She opened the door for him, and he entered.

Joel was met by the warmth coming from the fireplace. The man he had seen previously, obviously the woman’s son, was sitting on the couch.

“The woods,” the old woman began strictly and without delay, “are a dangerous place. Don’t go there any longer! You’ll notice that no one from town goes there. Only outsiders like you, who are oblivious to the nature of those woods. Five years ago, a college student just like yourself went in there, and he was much the worse for it.”

Joel thought of Mina, the woman who was at the same time angelic and menacing. He was irritated–the heat rising to his skin—that anyone would suggest that anything morose would be even remotely connected to Mina.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel nothing but peace in those woods…”

“Have a seat, dear,” said the old woman.

“No, I’m in a hurry. What are you trying to say about the woods? What do you mean about the college student?”

The woman looked off, deep in thought. After a pause, she said, “I remember him. He was so bright and chipper. Not like you—you’re much more serious than he ever was. He used to go for strolls in the woods. He would bring these flowers out with him, dark, blood-colored, with five pointed petals like a star. Once, he offered me one, but I refused kindly, and said I was allergic to flowers. My mother had told me that the woods were evil, and I didn’t want anything to do with them. After some time, it seemed the young man spent all his day in there. He’d emerge from the woods pale, exhausted, jittery. He never smiled and waved at me as he used to. Then, one day, he just stopped going in there altogether.”

“I’d listen to her if I were you,” said the man. “She’s a pretty old little bird. She’s seen it all.”

“Be kind, Horace,” the woman countered.

“If you’re so damned afraid of these woods,” Joel said smugly, “why do you live so close to them?”

“My family has lived on this property since the early 1800s. Each generation has been taught to beware those woods, and never to go in. We try to warn innocent passersby as much as possible, but normally, they don’t listen. Just like you. I take it there’s something drawing you there every evening?”

Joel scoffed. Thought briefly of Mina’s pale, naked flesh, the ample breasts, that slickness between her legs…. “If there is, it’s really none of your business.”

“That’s right,” agreed Horace. “It really isn’t any of our business, mother. And this jackass doesn’t care. Well, as long as that evil presence leaves us alone, what does it matter what he does?”

“You seem like a charming young fellow,” the old woman said, examining Joel’s face. “Quite handsome and intelligent-looking. It would be a pity if anything happened to you.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me!” he bellowed. With that, he whirled around and left the house, finding a swift gait on the gravel road back to his dorm. Immediately after leaving the old woman’s home, he felt a flutter of shame. Wasn’t the woman just trying to protect him, and hadn’t he been feeling a sense of uneasiness around Mina anyway? Indeed, he had felt ambivalence toward that strange creature.

“Creature,” he mouthed the thought out loud, watching the puff of breath rising like a ghost in the cold night. “Is that what she is? A creature? What the hell am I doing?”

His desire for Mina defied common sense. What had happened to that college student?

After arriving at his dorm, he took off his layers and looked long and hard at his reflection in the mirror. His tired countenance jolted him back into reality. He decided then that he would not go back into those woods. Whatever was happening to him, it was by far unnatural, and very likely to be dangerous.

His heart twinged as he got under his covers. He missed Mina already, and lamented that he would never see her again. His cock still ached with pleasure from his activities with her, just an hour before. Thinking of what they shared, he grew slightly hard, and felt grateful that his roommate was out somewhere. Solitude was the best medicine for him whenever he was on rough waters.

He fell asleep for some time, though he did not realize it until he woke at midnight, when there was a loud banging at his door. “Bill,” he thought. His roommate probably forgot his keys in some pot-smoking hippy lair.

Joel got up, and glancing across the room, he saw Bill was already asleep in his own bed. His stomach turned. Who would be at the door? Perhaps the computer nerd down the hall who always wanted to use Bill’s microwave.

He opened the door, momentarily blinded by the light out in the hall. He gasped: It was Mina. And she was completely naked.

She was panting, her brow knitted, her eyes wild and full of concern.

“You have determined not to return to me,” she stated.

“Get in here!” Joel said under his breath and pulled her in.

“Do not worry,” she said, “I choose only you to see me. And you needn’t whisper. Bill is under my spell. See?” And she strode over to Bill’s bed, and hopped onto his stomach.

“No!” Joel said. But Bill merely let out a loud snore. Mina giggled in response, her deep throaty laugh. Her breasts jiggled ever so slightly.

Joel flicked on the lights. “Mina. What are you doing here?”

Her face grew stern. Her brown eyes, piercing his own, turned ice-blue. “I am here to seal your allegiance to me.”

“Allegiance?”

“Yes. Did you think you could make love to a goddess without consequence? Did you think me so forgettable? No. If a man merely lays eyes on me, his life is changed permanently.”

Joel blinked. “S…so…is that what you are? A goddess?”

The corners of her lips turned up slyly. “I expect that’s what I’m supposed to be. But anyone with powers such as mine can be considered a great many things. Just ask that little old woman of yours.”

At this point she lay down next to Bill, tangled one leg in his, and began rubbing his cock through the blanket with her hand. Joel saw this and his face grew hot with…pain? Anger? Shame?

“So. You know that the old woman talked to me?”

“I know a great many things. I know you don’t trust me.”

Bill’s cock was growing hard, though he continued to snore in slumber.

“Should I trust you?”

“That depends on you. Love me, and I’ll love you. Betray me, and I’ll rain my dark powers down upon you, in a way that you’ve never dreamed of fearing.”

Bill began to moan in his sleep. Joel swallowed hard, Mina merely smiled. She was mischievous, yet there was something sad about her.

“Would you stop that?” Joel said, and grabbed Mina’s wrist.

She was slightly surprised. Then laughed. “Be still, Joel. I am merely showing you, that if you don’t want me, someone else will.”

He examined her, loving her, but hating her insolence. He tugged at her arm, and she followed him to his own bed. Sitting, he brought her down onto his lap.

“I do love you, Mina,” he said, “but I need to know if you’re going to hurt me. Is it true, what the old woman said, about the college student? And what happened to him?”

Mina watched his eyes for a while, smiling like the Mona Lisa. She bent slowly to kiss his eyelids. “If you love me,” she whispered, “then there is no reason to spurn me.”

“Is that what he did? Spurn you?”

She nodded, slowly, sadly. Snaked her arms around his neck, pushed her breasts up against his chest.

He found himself running his hand up and down her side. Her breathing was perfectly timed, and the heat from her crotch radiated through his jogging pants, warming his thigh. He knew that whether she was dangerous or not, he would not be able to resist her.

Joel laid her back on his small dorm bed, and widened her knees slowly. Bending slightly, he could smell that perfume again; like flowers that adorned a statue of the Madonna in a Catholic church. She was exquisite, her hair spread all around underneath her, rippling in waves over his pillow. Her eyes were half mast and she reached toward him with her arm languidly, pulling him down between her legs.

Pushing his jogging pants down, he revealed his already-hard cock. He had hardened as soon as he saw her. He laid the erection on her stomach, and put his whole weight on top of her, and kissed her cheek.

“What sort of goddess are you?” he asked, his cock tingling with delight as her intake of breath brought her breasts more tightly against his chest.

She was silent for a while, perhaps thinking of how to explain the nature of her self, and she grasped his upper arms, squeezing his hips gently with her thighs.

“I am a goddess through some very unfortunate circumstances,” she said. “But I will explain all to you when the time is right. As you can see, I have used up all my strength to venture here and win you back. My strength lies in the meadow. Please understand.”

He lifted himself to look at her. Indeed, it looked as though she was drained of blood. And those eyes—so gorgeously dark brown in the forest, were lighter than blue topaz. Her breaths were labored. Her arms fell limp from him.

“My god,” he stammered. “Y—you must get back!”

“No,” she shook her head, and smiled wanly. “I have a little left in me, for you to—pacify yourself, and fall asleep. Believe me, you won’t fall asleep tonight without me. You’ll be thinking of me too much. I can give you peace.”

He nodded, and stroked her neck with his thumb. He plunged his cock fully into her, not taking the time to ease it in, and he watched her cringe, lift her weak arm to squeeze his upper arm in pain.

She was so tight and warm. He watched his cock go in and out of her, the hairs between his legs meeting hers again and again. When she came, she made the sweetest sound, like a whimper. He determined that he would very much enjoy being rough and a little bit cruel with her, if a goddess would allow such a thing. When her panting subsided, he turned Mina over, and fucked her from behind, holding her breasts as he threw his cock into her over and over again.

It seemed Mina used the rest of her strength to draw out his orgasm. He groaned, bent over, the spasms overcoming him so that he felt light-headed, and he growled in her ear. He had never had an orgasm last so long. His cock slid out of her cum-filled hole, and he fell onto his bed, his vision temporarily lost. When his sight returned, he saw that Mina was gone.

He wondered if she simply disappeared, or if she went out of his room, running back to the forest, in haste like Cinderella before it was too late.

It didn’t preoccupy him for long. He fell asleep, and woke up the next day, five minutes before his first class was to start.

Rushing to class, he thought of how much he wanted to see Mina again; to throttle her with his cock; but also to get some answers.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO

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