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    Arrow Gift from a god pt1

    Gift From A God Pt. 1
    Note: this is not my story it was written by Abbe Faria but as this is a new site and does not have any of his work posted here I thought I should at least post it since it was so enjoyable to read if you like it and want other chapters you can leave a note to ask me for the others.

    Posted by: Abbe_Faria on 12-12-2003.

    "This is not a quick fuck & suck story. That being said any comments, suggestions or constructive criticisms of any kind are most welcome. This is my first attempt so all comments will be weighed and used to improve any future postings.

    About forty-five per cent of this is a true story. Eat your heart out figuring which is real and which is phony. Or simply repeat to yourself, "For I am a jealous people," and remember not to screw around with the supplicants baby." – Harlan Ellison


    You’ve never heard of me. You don’t know my name, and you have no idea what I look like. Despite all of those things, I am perhaps the most powerful human in the world. That was part of the deal. I get all the power, but I can’t have the fame. And honestly, I was fine with that. Who needs fame when you can do what I can. Fame is a small price to pay. If you were offered practical godhood as long as you didn’t tell anyone your secret would you reject it?

    How then can I write this story?. Honestly, who would believe it? This story is posted in a place full of fantasies and dreams. If I manage to hold your interest until the end then I think you’ll agree with me that it is quite unbelievable. A quick explanation of the deal: It wasn’t a deal with the devil, as some of you may be thinking, but rather a deal with Gods. Stick with me, all will be made clear. "

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    I was living in Arizona at the time, having just finished school, and was doing my part to contribute as a functioning member of society. I worked, paid my bills, went out on the weekends with friends...all in all a very normal life. That day, I came home, opened the door to my apartment, set my keys down and began sifting through my mail.

    “Mine....Mine...Kristel's...Mine...Krist...”

    It was at that point I became aware of someone in the room with me. I glanced up and noticed a figure sitting in my living room. I jumped around, “Oh SHIT!,” I had to take a moment catch my breath, “You scared the hell out of me man. You..whew..are you a friend of Kristel's?”

    I looked around, expecting to see her in her room maybe or in the bathroom. The apartment was empty, the lights off, the only sound besides my labored breathing being the soft whir of the air conditioner. I looked back at him and he shook his head with a slight grin on his face. I took a point to really study him. It was hard to judge his height because he was sitting down, but he looked to be at least as tall as my 6’ 1”, and very lean. He had short blonde hair in a spikey punk fashion that looked to be tipped with red, sleek looking black sunglasses that seemed molded to his face and a black leather trench coat. I saw deep royal blue shirt on underneath with black pants and some type of animal skin shoes that gleamed faintly in the dull light of my living room.

    “Okay...who are you then.

    “Why don’t you sit down Stephen, we have things to discuss.” He gestured to the love seat sitting near the couch.”

    At this point I began to get a little worried. I wasn’t wanted by the law. I had no criminal dealings (well I cheated slightly on my taxes that year, but I don’t think the IRS sends punk looking agents to break into your house and wait for you to get home to audit you) and I could think of no one that I might have pissed of enough to have someone sent to my house.

    “I’m not sitting down until you tell me what the hell your doing in my apartment. Wait...as a matter of fact, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

    I reached behind me and pulled my butcher knife out of my knife block on the kitchen counter and spun around pointing the knife at him.

    “Now.”

    He just shook his head and clicked his tongue at me. “You’re making this much harder then it has to be mortal.”

    What did he say? Mortal? Who talks like that. He stood up in one fluid motion and faced me. He didn’t move like anyone I had ever seen. If a viper could get up and walk around, it would be something like the way he moved. Almost like he didn’t have bones but rather his body was just a fleshy shell for fluid power. He pulled off his sunglasses, sliding them into an inner pocket of the trench coat, and all thoughts of the knife were gone from my head. All thoughts of everything were gone from my head.

    His eyes were silver. I don’t mean silver contacts or maybe a grayish color, but silver. They glimmered in the dim light like pools of living mercury. He had no pupil, no iris, no cornea just gleaming silver from eye lid to eye lid.

    “Now put down your little knife before you cut yourself and come over here and sit down. We need to talk. I’ll not say it again.”

    The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I found myself too terrified to speak.I felt his power crash into me like a physical thing. It’s an impossible feeling to truly describe unless you’ve been in the presence of a God. Any strength or confidence in your own abilities completely evaporates and you’re left with an overwhelming desire to crawl into a corner and weep and pray for the emptiness of insanity.

    The knife fell from my hand and clattered to the floor and I started walking towards the love seat almost without realizing I was doing it. I dropped heavily onto the cushions and he flowed back into his seat and studied me with his quicksilver eyes.

    “Tell me," he asked, " what do you know of the Gods?”

    That was completely off the wall. It took me a moment to collect myself enough to speak. I wasn’t totally sure whether or not I had just wet myself. The stranger waited patiently.

    “I...uh..God..he uhh...well Jesus and Mary, the Devil. I don’t really go to church anymore. I used to be catholic, went to catholic school, did the alter boy thing but I never paid that much attention, I always got bored." I was rambling.

    “I didn’t say God, although I should have expected as much from you. I said Gods. Plural. In particular the Greek and Roman Gods. Surely you studied it in school.”

    “Well yeah, I guess. Zeus defeated the Titans and fucked anything that walked. Um... Hera was his wife and was always getting jealous and killing his girlfriends and his kids or something like that. Aphrodite, the Goddess of love, Poseidon, God of the sea. Umm...Hercules. I used to watch that show every once in awhile. I saw Clash of the Titans once,” I said stupidly. Ramble ramble. I was nervous, what would you have done. I looked at his eyes again, swirling and shifting in his head. “You're a...a god?”

    “Darn, did the eyes give me away. Happens every time." He gave me a sarcastic look.

    "Yes, I’m a God. I’m surprised you know that much about us. You people are so ignorant of the world. So confident of your own beliefs and your view of how things are.Why should you even bother knowing of the past and of those who came before you. Still your limited knowledge gives me something to work with.”

    “But that’s just mythology, it wasn’t real. You...you aren’t real. Are you?”
    He held his hand in front of my face and I watched as it glowed blue and what looked like electricity coursed around his fingers and across the front and back of his hand.

    “Look real enough to you?”

    I just stared, wide eyed and nodded.”Uh...why–”

    “Why am I here? I’m here because you’ve been chosen by Zeus to receive some very special gifts. Since I am the designated messenger I’m here to give you these gifts. You will be practically immortal for all intents and purposes, along with all those godly powers you always hear about. Unless you want to refuse. I don’t advise that by the way.”

    Well how does one respond to that. You suddenly find out that all those gods you read about in history are real, one of them is in your living room bearing gifts from Zeus, and you are the benefactor. Shit on me. Maybe I was having some sort of hallucination brought on by heat-stroke. The desert can do that to you. Still, the best I came up with was:

    “Seriously?”

    “Yes seriously you ignorant human. You think I would come here just because I had nothing better to do. Or maybe you think I have an overwhelming fondness for cacti and dust storms and heat the sucks the moisture from your body like a hellish succubous.” He glanced upwards with a look of disgust and said, “Gods I hate the desert. I’m much more suited to cooler climates.”

    “So you’re just going to give me powers?”

    “There are some restrictions of course.”

    “Like what?”

    “For starters you may not run around telling everyone you’ve been in contact with us or that we are the source of your powers. You may not make it public knowledge that you possess these gifts, and you may not set yourself up as a God and start recruiting followers. Last time that happened we ended up with the Mormons.

    “The Mormons? You mean that Joseph Smith guy–”

    “Never mind that. You also can’t start killing people. That’s high-profile and is much to hard to conceal. You may also not put yourself into any position of political power or influence. You are not to interfere with any political manuverings your fellow humans undertake. Not even a local PTA meeting, understand? If you violate these rules the consequences would be swift and severe, they are in place for a reason. Do not ever make the mistake of thinking you actually are a God and could stand up against even the weakest of us. Are we clear?”

    Crystal.You don’t negotiate with Gods, they aren’t known for being flexible.

    “Okay. Why me though, why was I picked? There are millions of people out there, what made me stand out? I can’t even get an interview at The Arizona Republic for a design job but here you are telling me I qualify for the powers of a God.”

    “You don’t need to understand. You were chosen and that is all that is important. Now, are you ready? I am on a schedule after all.”

    “You mean now?”

    “Must I always repeat myself. Stop questioning me and stand up.”

    We both stood and he faced me. It’s very unsettling to look into the eyes of a God. It’s similar to the feeling you get when you stand at the shore of an ocean for the first time and suddenly begin to realize how completely small and unimportant you really are.

    “What do I do?”

    “You don’t do, I do. Hold still.”

    He took a deep breath and brought his hands up to the sides of my head. They were glowing again, this time with a reddish light. He started to mumble in some odd language and then suddenly the universe exploded behind my eyes. I died and was reborn. I fell from an infinite height and flew to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. It passed in an instant but took so long that time itself lost all meaning.

    When I came back around I was on my hands and knees with my heart racing in my chest and I felt somewhat nauseous. I sat up slowly and when I felt well enough to open my eyes the room snapped into focus with incredible clarity.I could see everything. Every detail on every surface in every shade and color. I groaned at the sensory overload and clamped my eyes shut.

    “Take a deep breath and think about not seeing all that you just saw, but just as things are on the surface. As you’ll come to understand, you new-found abilities will pretty much all work that way.”

    Once I felt brave enough I opened my eyes again and for a moment I was assaulted with the same visual bombardment. I focused and suddenly it all went back to normal. Mostly anyway, colors seemed to be more vivid and my focus was still incredibly sharp, but it wasn’t so much I that I couldn’t handle it. I looked up at the God and gasped. He was outlined in a pulsing gold light. His skin burned with a golden fire and every so often little wisps of it would shoot up and evaporate off him like smokey solar flares. His eyes were tiny supernovas.

    “Jesus Christ....”

    He gave a snort of contempt. “ Jesus Christ. Cocky little bastard, that one.” Then waving that aside he said, “You’ll be able to recognize us now, should you see us on the street. We’ll all appear to you similar to this.” He gestured with his hands and left tracers in the air that faded out after a few seconds. “They will see you for what you are as well, but don’t be surprised if they ignore your existence. Do not pester them. If any of them wish to speak to you, they will make their presence known. Otherwise it would be best not to interfere, they aren’t all as good natured as I am. They won’t kill you because you are protected, but there are worse things in life besides death that are even more unpleasant and they can do all of them. We only hold so much sway with the other Pantheons.”

    “Now, as I’ve said your powers will work on thought. Think it and you can do it.

    “So I just think about something and it happens? What about if I think about killing someone in a dream, that doesn’t seem like a very good idea.”

    “It’s not automatic. Think about moving your hand but don’t move it."

    I did.

    “Now move it.”

    I did.

    “See the difference. There must be force behind the thought. You must apply your will to it in order for it to happen, just as with your hand. You can think about moving it all day, but it won’t move until you will it to move. Try and move this candle into your hand from where your sitting."

    He motioned to the candle on the coffee table in front of me. I stuck out my hand towards the candle on the coffee table and thought about it moving into my hand. At first nothing happened, then as I focused another few seconds it slipped across the table right into the palm of my hand.

    “Holy shit! It moved into my hand.”

    “I told you it would.”

    “What else can I do?”

    “Almost anything you want. You can’t change night to day, or brew up a thunderstorm, although if you concentrated, you could probably make a few gusts of wind. However you can now read minds, control minds, alter perceptions, teleportation, telekenisis, heightened senses, superior strength...as I said, just about anything you want. You are not, however, given any power over the domain of the other Gods. Hence the thunderstorms, or time, or any natural laws."

    That sounded like something I could live with.

    “What am I supposed to do now?”

    “That’s not my concern, although knowing you as I do, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He gave me a small humorless grin, “You just obey the rules as I’ve told you and there shouldn’t be any problems.”

    “Can I die?”

    “It would be extremely difficult to kill you. If you somehow manage to get your head separated from your body or a nuclear bomb goes off there won’t be much we can do, but otherwise, you should be fine.You will age but at a slower rate then your fellow homo sapiens. You will not catch any disease or get a cold or break any bones.Same goes for getting shot or beaten. I think you’ll find it very difficult to get hurt as you are now. This is not a simple or casual thing that we have just done and we wouldn’t want it spoiled if you went off and died.”

    “You said I could read and control minds. What did you mean by that?”

    He gave me a long suffering sigh.“Exactly what I said.There is no way you have a hearing problem now. You’ll figure it out.”

    “And altering perception? What does that mean.

    “Have you ever wished you could be in a room with people and have them not know your there? To be able to be invisible to them, any sounds or action go unnoticed. Or perhaps make someone see something that isn’t there or feel something that they otherwise wouldn’t. That’s what I mean.”

    “And the teleportation?

    “You must be able to visualize where you wish to go. You can’t pop yourself over to China if you’ve never been. When you have the place you want in mind, just apply your will to your desire and it shall be so. Visualization is also the key when manipulating minds. You have to be able to visualize the person and there relative location to establish the link. Line of sight will always work the best, but if you can see the person in your mind you should be able to do it. This means you can’t control some random woman in South Dakota if you have no idea who or where they are."

    I sat for a moment trying to absorb all of this. It was just so much to take in.

    “Who are you?”

    He gazed steadily at me for a moment, he seemed to be thinking something over, and then said, “I am known to some as Hermes, Messenger of the Gods.”

    “What would have happened if I had refused?”

    He gave me that humorless grin again and this time there was something sinister behind it that made me shudder so I let it drop.He suddenly cocked his head sideways as if hearing something in the distance.

    “Now, if I’m not mistaken, you’ll have a chance to test some of your new gifts. Anything else you wish to know you’ll have to figure out for yourself. I must leave you now.”

    He stood and looked down at me with a cryptic smile, then putting his sunglasses back on said,”Farewell human. Enjoy yourself.”

    Suddenly silver blue spheres of light swirled up from the floor around him and in a quick flash that left after images in my eyes, he was gone. I only had a few seconds of silence trying to comprehend all that had just happened when I heard a key in the door. Kristel was home.

    Kristel and I had been living together in a strictly platonic way for about a year and a half, I had met her through a roommate website service. I needed a roommate and she needed a room. It was pretty much a business partnership. We had never become close friends, she was a little frigid honestly. Not to say that I hadn’t been wanting to fuck her since the day I met her, but we didn’t have that kind of relationship. Since we hardly ever talked or hung out with the same group of people, there was never any chance for an opening.

    She was probably about 5’ 4” or 5’ 5”, just a little slip of a thing, with long blondish brown hair a little past her shoulders and an ass that made you want to cry for your momma it was so plumb and firm. She had beautiful blue eyes the color of cornflowers and skin of fresh buttermilk and if I remember correctly, was a 32C.

    Her face wasn’t drop dead gorgeous pretty, she had a thing with her jaw. It was just a bit too strong to make her as beautiful as she would have been otherwise. She was still fine though, make no mistake.

    She came through the door and set her purse on the counter. From the moment she walked into the room I was completely aware of her. I could smell the sweetness of her skin, I could hear her heartbeat in her chest and the way the fabric of her clothes glided across her body. I thought I could even feel the small currents of air she made as she moved through the room. Hermes wasn’t kidding about heightened senses, this was amazing. She smelled like mangos. I could taste it on my tongue.

    “Hi Steve.” She glanced over at me.

    “Hello.”

    She looked up again, studying me, “You okay? You look kind of pale.”

    “Uh..no, no I’m fine. Just had a rough day.”

    “Why is your knife on the floor?”

    “Huh? Oh, I dropped it.”

    I walked over and picked up the knife and reached over the counter to place it back in the block. I still wasn’t used to all this new information my senses were feeding me and standing next to her in front of the counter only increased the effect. She stood there going through the mail as I had so recently done and all I could do is stand there inundated with all the sights, sounds and smells of her. The pure sensuality of experiencing her so intimately was dizzying. Of course I may have been dizzy because all the blood was rushing away from my head.

    “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re just kind of standing there with a dazed look?”

    “I think I should go lay down.”

    “Well if you need anything let me know.”

    She gathered up her mail and went to her room, shutting the door behind her. Typical. I followed closely behind and went the opposite way down the short hall to my room. I shut the door and laid on my bed and started to think.

    I now had God-like powers. I could...I could do almost anything. Not totally believing it, I looked across my room on my shelf and willed one of my textbooks to me. It cleared the other books smooth as a whisper and moved across the room and hovered about a foot over my stomach. I broke out in goosebumps and was so excited all I could do was giggle as my mind abounded with possibilities. All could be mine. Money, cars, unlimited freedom, power. Well no, not power, not in the traditional sense anyway, but who cared. I could live in the shadows.

    Women. Yes, the women. I could have any woman I desired. With a thought she could be mine. Just thinking of it gave me a hard-on. I let the book fall to the floor and lost myself in thought.

    No longer would I have to play that dating game, with the hit-and-miss of asking a woman out and the humiliation that always comes with being turned down. If I wanted her, I could take her. That, almost more then anything, excited me the most. Not having to bust my ass doing shit jobs making money for other people was also a huge bonus. I’m sure I could figure out a way to get some money out of this. I didn’t want to just steal it, the more I stole the harder it would be to conceal.

    I feel I must explain that I am not a bad guy, not really anyway. I don’t torture small animals and kick bums on the street. I donate blood, I have money deducted out of my checks and given to the United Way, I’m polite, courteous, well mannered, gentlemanly even. I am respected by my friends as someone they can trust and count on should they need something. Everyone who knows me as a friend would have nothing but good things to say about me. Like most people though, I too have a dark side that I don’t show the rest of the world. I have wants and desires that aren’t going to be accepted by the rest of society. I’m the same as you. The difference here is that I have been given the ability to express those desires with impunity. I’ve been given permission by a God himself to live out my fantasies. I had no idea why but I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

    In the other room I heard Kristel turn on the shower. Kristel could be mine. I’d been lusting after her since the moment she showed up at my door to view the apartment. She was wearing a little cotton sundress thing with white and yellow stripes. It set off her eyes beautifully and gave me the first impression of that wonderful ass I mentioned before. I enjoy a good ass but I wouldn’t call myself an ass man. Truth be told I’m a neck man. But I digress.

    Yes, it was time to stretch these new muscles.

    End Part 1
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    Thanks for sharing it with us

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    interesting start. Not what I tyically like, but I am interested on how it all works. look forward to the next chapter

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    Can't wait to read the next chapter. Great idea for a story!

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    Gift from a god ch. 2

    Gift From A God Ch. 02

    Note: this is not my story it is written by AbbeFaria. if you want part 3 tell me and il post it.


    I started first by trying to establish the link to her mind. It took me a moment to get it worked out. I knew the layout of her room and bathroom and so I cast my awareness out, visualizing her room and that, as Hermes had said, was the key. It’s just like when you imagine a room in your house or some other place where you aren’t at the moment. You see it in your mind, the location of objects, colors, the general look of it the last time you saw it.

    This was just like that only with definition. I could literally see in my head her room as it was at that moment. If I looked down in my mind I saw her floor, and where she had kicked off her little white canvas shoes. Strait ahead was her bed, unmade with a few articles of clothing strewn about. To my left was her bathroom and shower. It was set up like some hotel bathrooms where you have the vanity and mirror and then through a small door adjoining that, in a separate room, the toilet and shower.

    Kristel was there through the door standing in her robe with her hand stretched towards the water testing the temperature. I could see her as clearly as if I were standing there. Still I wanted to be there myself, so I would have to make some adjustments. I quested for her mind, very gently. I didn’t yet know the extent of what I could do and I was worried that I would give her a stroke or something. I willed myself to read her thoughts. Slowly I became aware of a multitude of different thoughts, all of them coming from her brain.

    She was thinking about how relaxing the shower was going to be, feeling out the water temperature, noticing the cold tile against her feet, the softness of the robe against her skin, feeling the slight cramp in her back that she had acquired earlier that day, thinking about the guy that checked her out when she stopped and got gas on the way home, the letter that came from a friend back home in Washington, what was on TV tonight, what she wanted to eat for dinner....

    It was a mess. That is only the first few things I could decipher from her. The human mind works so quickly and shifts gears so often that it’s amazing we get anything done. Slowly I felt my way around and was able to drown out all that background thought and focus just on her top couple of layers of thought. The one or two occupied with what was going on around her at the moment. Time for a practice run. I sent out a simple command to test my own waters.

    I impressed into her mind the feeling of her left ear itching. Just like that, she bent her head down to her shoulder and rubbed her ear against the cloth.My heart began racing and I started to breath a little heavier. It was really happening. She was satisfied with the water and undid the robe and let it slide to the floor. God her body was delicious. Her breasts were as firm as I’d always imagined they would be, standing out proudly from her chest. The curve of her back flowed into her the roundness of her butt like water flowing over a rocks in a stream. I had an overwhelming desire to run my hands over her silken body and leave trails of kisses in their wake.Now for the good stuff. I thought for a second as to how I would word it.

    *When Stephen comes into the room, you will completely ignore his presence. Anything he does will go totally unnoticed by you and you will carry our your activities as if you had the entire apartment to yourself.*

    There, that sounded good. It was done.I closed the connection and I got up and left the room and walked up to her bedroom door. I stood there for a time, my heart racing and sweat breaking out on my forehead. I had no idea what I would do if this didn’t work, how I would explain myself. The least was that I would be looking for a roommate, the worst is that I would be spending the night in jail. I didn’t think I could go to jail for peeping because if it didn’t work that was as far as I’d get. Everything else had worked though, no reason why this wouldn’t. I hoped.

    My decision made, I opened the door. It opened with a slight click and I paused to hear if there would be any protest. Nothing. I pushed the door open soundlessly and crossed the threshold. The sound of the shower was much louder and I peered in and saw the shadow of her moving behind the curtain. I crept closer, still terrified of discovery, and walked to the door of the bathroom. I don’t think I have ever been so nervous. The sweat that at first confined itself to my forehead had spread to my back and hands.

    I could see her outline in the shower, she was bent over and looked to be lathering up her legs. Some perfume of hers, or perhaps the smell of her body wash I don’t know, was particularly strong and I sneezed suddenly. My heart stopped as I waited for the scream to come, the yells, the panic to cover herself,but there was nothing. There was no way she could not have heard that but she hadn’t missed a beat. In fact she started singing softly to herself.

    YES! It was all true. Every bit of it. YES YES YES!

    Filled with confidence now I approached the shower and pulled back the the curtain at the back of the shower enough to stick my head in. She was there in all her soaping wet glory, completely unaware of me. Her hair was plastered into one long dark golden strand down her back. She had large dollops of soap around her shoulders and along her sides. I could see her raise her little scrunchy thing up and she looked to soaping up her breasts. She leaned into the shower's stream and the water cascaded down her body carrying the soap with it and all that was left was was her glistening flesh seeming to taunt me with promises of sinful pleasure.

    She turned around suddenly and I swear she looked right at me but she quickly closed her eyes and leaned her head back to rinse her back and re-soak her hair to prepare to shampoo it. I took a good long look at her body. I looked down at her pussy and was shocked to see it bare except for a light blonde racing stripe. She didn’t seem the type to me. I could see the diamond glare of tiny water droplets collected in her delicate blonde hair. Her legs slightly spread I watched as the water ran to the halfway point between her slit and her unseen rosebud. Over and around her slightly puffy but perfectly smooth pussy lips, then falling in a waterfall of sex to the shower floor. God she was hot. My dick, already hard, started throbbing. A line from some book I head read as a child popped into my head: Oh the places you’ll go. Oh indeed.

    Looking at her it was much easier to establish the link with her mind. After a brief second or too of fading out the background noise that is in every human mind I had what I wanted.

    *Your nipples are aching and would feel much better if you played with them *

    With her head still tilted back she brought her hands down from her hair and tweaked her nipples and ran her fingers in circles around each one. She leaned back a bit and tilted her head to the side and let the warm water run down and over her breasts as she pinched them and gave them a small tug. A tiny sigh escaped her lips.

    I decided I would have more fun if I wasn’t getting wet and leaning against a shower wall so I withdrew my influence after instructing her to finish her shower as usual. My dick was starting to ache in an unpleasant way and I figured I would take the next few minutes to calm myself before I came in my pants. I looked around her room for a few minutes and then sat on in the chair next to her bed and waited. Shortly the water turned off and I heard the clinking slide of the shower curtain being pulled back. Completely at ease now I sat and formed my plan.

    I didn’t want to have her just spread her legs so I could fuck her until I got my rocks off, that would get old fast. I’m an imaginative guy, I’m sure I could think of something more exciting then that. One of my recurring fantasies has always been to have a woman pleasure herself for me. I’d seen it in some porno’s but none of my girlfriends up to this point had been willing to do that for me. Problem solved. I would have Kristel do that for me. For starters.

    She came out of the shower with her hair all twisted up in her towel and wearing her robe. She stopped at her sink and began working on her hair, pulling it out of the towel and rubbing it dry. I was held spellbound by the sheer intimacy of the entire situation.

    I guess she got it where she wanted because she tossed the towel aside and reached for the hair dryer. I intervened there, I didn’t want the noise of it to disturb my tranquil state.

    *Your hair is fine it’s time to relax.*

    The hair dryer halfway to her head, she put it back down and walked over to her closet. She reached in and pulled out an old worn pair of white cotton shorts and slipped them on under her robe. I got the briefest glimpse of cheek before the robe slipped back down. She then grabbed a faded blue t-shirt, undid her robe and let it slip to the floor before throwing the t-shirt over her head and pulling it down into place. I was prevented seeing those fabulous tits again because she was facing away from me.

    I realized that there was more then one way to work with her mind. With her ear, I had simply imagined the feeling of my itching and then sent that thought to her mind. I didn’t tell her it itched, I simply communicated the feeling. With the instructions regarding my presence in the room and her nipples, that had been more like a command. The same with the hair dryer. She seemed to interpret these things the same way however. From her point of view it appeared that these thoughts were coming from her own mind. This was interesting. And useful.

    Kristel had come back and laid on the bed, adjusting the pillows under her so she was propped up. She reached out for the remote and began channel surfing. It was time to begin. I linked with her mind (it was getting easier each time) and sent to her feelings of arousal. It wasn’t hard to imagine them because I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time. I found the pleasure part of her brain and gave it a little tickle. Just a little one.

    This, I discovered, was even easier then sending her my thoughts. I was manipulating her mind from the inside.I don’t know how to explain how I found it. If your in a dark room and you want to feel your face your hand finds it just fine. It was like that. I felt for it and seemed to know right where it was. I suppose I could have just told her ‘masturbate’ but I’m a man of subtleties. The pleasure is in the details.

    Kristel's breathing started to deepen. Her left hand came up and started to idly stroke around her collar bone and neck. I was monitoring her thoughts and so far she wasn’t consciously aware of her arousal, not in a sense where she was thinking ‘God, I’m horny’. It was more of a warm fuzziness. I increased my little tickle to a soft caress. She felt it now. I watched as she brought her legs together and clenched her thighs. Now we were getting somewhere.

    Her nipples started to harden and I stared as they created two tiny tents in the fabric of her t-shirt. Kristel noticed this too and brought her wondering hand down and started to tease her nipples through the cloth. My caress became a stroke. Kristel’s body responded in kind and, the tv forgotten, she brought her right hand to her crotch and, applying pressure, let out small groan. She was a little confused as to why she was so suddenly horny, but she didn’t really care, she was starting to feel good.

    She seemed to settle into a grove and looked like she intended to keep herself there for awhile. She wasn’t trying to come yet, she was just enjoying the feelings. I didn’t feel like being patient. I increased the pressure on her pleasure center and watched as her body gave a shudder of arousal.

    “Damn,” she said softly to herself. The hand at her crotch began to pump and move in little circles. I could smell her sex, the aroma was intoxicating. Tired of the friction caused by the t-shirt, her other hand slipped up underneath and she began to play with her nipples in a more personal fashion.

    She let out an Mmm and closed her eyes.

    *Slip your shorts off.* The commands still had their uses.

    Raising herself up she pulled down one side of the shorts past her hips and then the other, plopped back down and then lifted her legs to slide them down and finally kicked them off. I had to get up to get a better view. I stood over her as she spread her legs, knees slightly bent and began to run her finger up and down her glistening snatch. She would tease herself by placing her middle finger at the entrance of her hole and push it in just a little, but not enough to actually enter her. She then slid it up and circled her clit in a lazy fashion before sliding it back down to rapidly moistening hole.

    She was lost in her own world know, awash in the electric tingle coming up from her pussy. Even if I hadn’t gotten her to ignore me she might not have known I was there. She was all about her pleasure now. I had created a monster.

    “Ohhh yeah...” she said as she finally slid her middle finger home. She began to pump it in and out and used the palm of her hand to apply pressure to her clit, every so often clamping down and grinding it. This was too much for me. I undid my pants and allowed my long imprisoned cock to spring free. God that felt so much better. I absent-mindedly started to stroke my cock as I watched, almost hypnotized at the display of passion unfolding before me. I had stopped my pressure on her libido and was simply letting her go on her own, she didn’t need my help anymore.

    Her other hand was pinching and tugging on her nipples, constantly going from one to the other. She was approaching her orgasm quickly (why can’t they cum that fast with guys, it would make it so much easier) and her hand began to work at a feverish pace.

    “Mmm yeah...yeah...Ooo..” Her head was thrown back and she was panting. She pulled her hand from her cunt and began to rub on her clit with a passion. Her back arched up, her other hand gone from under her shirt and clasping a wad of covers.

    “Ummm...yeahyeahyeah...Uh uh...(silence here as she held her breath) OOohh Yes! Oh yessss!”

    Her orgasm crashed into her body like a tsunami and she let out a long groan of extreme satisfaction, her body flush and shuddering. I chose that moment to cum as well and shot my wad with monster-truck force. I came so hard I thought my balls were going to get sucked up into my chest cavity. Most of it went on the end of her bed on the covers, some of it on the floor. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to throw myself back into the chair or risk falling down.

    Kristel meanwhile, had sunk back into the bed with a nothing but a sigh and a smile. Her hand, still shiny from her recent pleasures, rested lightly on her stomach.

    “Kristel, you slut,” she said to herself and giggled.

    Now for the icing on the cake.

    *Taste yourself.*

    This was something new for her and her eyes popped open with a mixture of fear and fascination. She didn’t really want to do that, but she could not resist me. Her hand raised slowly to her face and she smelled it first not sure what to make of it. Disbelief flooded her mind as she placed her fingers in her mouth and began sucking her wetness off.

    *It tastes wonderful.*

    Kristel closed her eyes at that and seemed to be savoring it like a fine wine.

    “Mmmmmm.”

    If the whole world ended I would have gone on to that next place with a smile. Basking in the afterglow of our orgasms I was totally content. I watched in a daze as Kristel stuck her hand back to her pussy to remoisten it and brought it back to her lips.

    This was only the beginning.

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    I have never been a big fan of mind control stories, but this one is done very tastefully. Great Job. Please post part 3

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    Wink Aaarrgh!

    Aaarrgh!

    I am so glad that I read this when Part 2 is on the site otherwise i'd be extremely pissed at the moment at the thought of waiting for it to get put on the site. I think the reason the gods gave him that power should have been explained or at least later in Part 2, but I soon got over that thought. ooohh! I was getting really hooked when that ended. Oh well i'm off to read the second part.

    Keep up the SIZZLING work.
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    Wink Oh Christ!

    Oh Christ!

    Please, Please put up Part 3, I really enjoyed this!!! please update!!
    Thanx, in advance.
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    Gift From A God CH.04

    All credit to the Author AbbeFaria

    "We should have been doing this a long time ago," I said to Kristel as she kneeled there, my balls cradled gently in her hand. "Why weren't we?"

    "I don't know." She withdrew her hand and cast her eyes down at the carpet. "I mean...it was just...I didn't think it would have been right. I still don't know why I'm doing it, but I...I needed you."

    She brought her gaze back to mine and I could see the fire of her passion seething and boiling in the depths of her azure eyes. She had not yet been satisfied. Her thirst for sex could not be quenched by anything so trivial as masturbation now. Kristel was in desperate need of fucking.

    "I can't explain it but I... I want you to take me now. Please." She got to her feet and stood before me. Her body trembled with the strength of her desire. "For tonight, I am completely yours." She brought her hand up to the thin blue spaghetti strap of the dress and began to slip it over the soft curve of her shoulder.

    "Stop." I said.

    Kristel's face took on a panicked look. "But I thought–."

    "Let's take this into your bedroom," I interrupted. Her face instantly relaxed and she put the strap back in place. "Okay," she said with a relieved smile.

    I had more then one reason for doing that. One, I just thought it would be more comfortable; Two, she had a queen size bed, I had only a single and three, the leather couch was making my ass sweat. Plus, I was going to be doing the honor of taking her dress off. I'd been thinking about it for months and I was not about to be denied.

    She turned and walked away, her ass jiggling. This time I knew she wasn't wearing any panties. I stared, I couldn't help it. Here was a woman who was mine in anyway I desired and all I could do was stare at her ass. Maybe I was an ass-man. Kristel got to her door and glanced back to me. "Coming?" she inquired.

    "On my way."

    I felt like a moron walking around the house half naked. I still had my shirt, socks and shoes on. We hadn't taken the time remove them, Kristel had just pulled the shorts and boxers off over my shoes. She couldn't be bothered with such mundane details at a time like that. I kicked the shoes off on the way and started to unbutton my shirt and pull it off as I approached her door.

    Kristel gave me a sexy grin and walked just ahead of me into the room. The smell of her exploits still hung heavy in the air. The scent made my dick twitch. I watched her as she approached the bed and turned to face me. Her eyes traversed the length my now nude body. She paused for a moment over my crotch, eyeing my half-hard dick with a look of hunger.

    Kristel brought her eyes back up to mine and with a merry twinkle said, "I've never fucked a guy while he was still wearing his socks. Kinky."

    Shit. Nude except my socks.

    "Oops." I said and quickly pulled them off accompanied by her playful giggle.

    All playing aside now, I crossed the distance between us and stood just inches from her. Her face grew serious as she stared up at me, need playing across her graceful features. Christ, she was so tiny. She barely came up to my neck. Such a delicate thing, like a flower still heavy with morning dew, the droplets shimmering in the newborn light.

    I had an attack of conscience just then, staring into the fierce softness of her eyes. Eyes that looked at me with such longing. Despite what she was asking, it was I who was making her ask. She had absolutely no choice in the matter and she didn't even know it. She admitted to me in the living room that she didn't know why she was doing this. Still, here she was offering herself to me. I wanted her. I wanted her so bad it was an ache in the pit of my stomach but I was stung with the realization that if not for my tampering she would never have come to me.

    "Kristel I..." I didn't know what to say. What could I say.

    She saw the shadow of doubt as it moved over my face and stepped in to close the small gap between us, not saying a word. I was overcome by the smell of her body. The scent of her rolled through me. Sex, flowers and spring mornings after the rain. Pure and overpowering. It invaded my senses, alive with immoral intent, and laid waste to the guilt that was still residing within me. She wasn't the only one without a choice now.

    The smell of a woman has always been so important to me, even before the powers. Not the perfume, or the body washes or lotions, none of that fruity shit, but the pure animal smell that is woman. It's like a drug. If it's wrong then it's a total turn-off and there will never be a chance with whoever it is. I don't care if Elizabeth Hurley comes crawling on all fours, naked and covered in honey, begging to be fucked. If she smells wrong it will never happen. I inhaled the perfume of her body and my will crumbled to dust.

    I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around gently. She cast a questioning look back at me but obeyed without comment. I brought my hands up and placed them on either side of her neck and slowly caressed downward to her shoulders and on down the bare skin of her arms. She let out a sigh. I leaned in and placed a kiss right on the hairline on the back of her neck and felt her body shudder and break out in goose bumps under my hands. I moved down an inch or so and kissed her again, this time licking it with my tongue the instant before closing my lips over her skin. She was like strawberries dipped in lust. I craved her as the addict craves the high.

    "Oh god Stephen..." she said, barely a whisper.

    My hands wrapped her waist and pulled her tight against me, my dick pressed hard and flat against her back, while I took her earlobe in my mouth and nibbled it. Her body shuddered from head to toe and she let out a quivering sigh. I slid my hands serpentine up her stomach and cupped the fullness of her breasts in each hand, squeezing gently as I kissed down her jaw line. Her hands were on my arms and she dug her nails in. She pushed her chest out into my hands and I responded by pinching her nipples lightly through the fabric.

    "Stephen...Mmm...fuck me. Please," she pleaded in a breathy voice. "Don't tease me."

    I pulled back from her and brought my hands back to her shoulders, sliding my thumbs over her shoulder blades like I was about to give her a massage. Instead I moved them to the outside of the straps on the dress and, hooking them, began to pull them gently outward and over her shoulders. She let her hands drop to her sides and once the straps were away from her shoulders I released them and watched spellbound as the dress slipped free of her and crumpled to the floor in a circle of blue cloth at her feet.

    My eyes traveled the length of her body taking in every detail. From her delicate ankles, up the firm lines of her muscled calves, the hollow at the back of her knees and up her firm thighs. From there over the generous curves of her ass and through the small of her back. I rode the river of her spine to where her shoulder blades moved under her skin and reveled in creamy perfection of her. Her body was lithe and firm, a dancers body.

    "You are...amazing." I said, transfixed by the vision before me. She was mine.

    I guided her around to face me and brought a hand up to cup her jaw, my thumb tracing a line along her cheek. I could almost do nothing else but look at her. She was like a thing of precious beauty that you don't want to dirty by touching it. Suddenly she brought her arms up to cover her breasts and looked away, breaking the spell.

    "What's wrong?" I asked her.

    "The way you're looking at me," she said. "I've never had anyone look at me like that. It's like...like you can really see me."

    "Of course I can see you."

    "No, that's not what I mean." She sat down on the edge of the bed and put her hands in her lap, clutching them together and turning them over. "Most guys, when they look at me, they are seeing my ass, or my tits, but not seeing me. They think I'm "hot" and just want to get in my pants. But you...the way you're looking at me now," she glanced up and looked down again, "I feel exposed. Like you're looking at my soul. And the way your touching me. It's almost...reverent."

    "You don't like it?"

    "I do like it. It feels wonderful to be noticed and to be touched that way. When I look into your eyes I feel so safe and I've never had that before. It scares me."

    "Scares you how?"

    "That..." she let out a frustrated sigh. "That you'll stop. That you'll see something you won't like and you won't look at me that way ever again. I've never felt like that before and I don't want it to go away."

    She brought her eyes back to mine and they were moist. She really was frightened. This was an unexpected blow. This had gone way beyond me just wanting to fuck her now. There were real feelings here all of a sudden. Crap. I never intended to hurt her.

    "Kristel, I don't think I have ever seen something about you I didn't like. Especially now that you're not wearing any clothes." She let out a laugh and I grinned at her. I kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in mine and said, "You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, body, mind and soul. I know we haven't ever been close but I'm hoping we can change that after tonight. Who knows, maybe we will find we have a lot more in common then we thought we did. I do know however, that I will always look on you as the thing of beauty that you are." Kind of sappy but it worked. And it wasn't a lie, she was an amazing woman.

    "Really?"

    "I promise."

    Kristel sniffled and then smiled down at me. I brought a hand up and kissed it, tasting again that delicious flavor of her.

    "Well okay then." She said with finality. "Now are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to go start banging on the neighbors' door?"

    "You're not going anywhere." I stood up and pulled her to me and kissed her for the first time. Our tongues danced that delicate tango and her body melted into mine. I put my arms around her with my hands cupping her sweet ass, and lifted her up and off the ground so her face was even with mine. She let out a little scream of surprise while we were kissing and wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel the moistness and heat of her pussy against my stomach and when we moved my dick would bounce around and hit her ass. She was so light.

    Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, she pulled away smiling and said, "You're a good kisser."

    "Well, I do what I can." I replied.

    Kristels arms were resting on my shoulders and her were fingers playing with my hair, her face just centimeters away. I watched as her eyes moved over my face and then into my eyes.

    "You have some of the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen, has anyone ever told you that before?" she said.

    Since I was old enough to open them. One of my earliest memories is of some chunky old woman pinching my cheek in line at a Nationals grocery store and saying what gorgeous blue eyes I had.

    "Why thank you," I replied. "But I'm afraid the credit goes to my dad. "'That's why I married that son-of-a-bitch,'" my mom always says."

    Kristel chuckled. "Why does she say that?"

    "My dad is tall with blue eyes. She said she wanted a tall, blue-eyed baby boy."

    "Mmm well she certainly got it." She leaned in and kissed me again, harder this time, pulling herself tight against me, her thighs squeezing so hard it was almost difficult to breathe.

    I stepped towards the bed and placed a knee on it and leaned down carrying Kristel with me. When she was firmly on the bed, she let go of me and allowed her legs to slip free. I rested on my hands and looked upon this dream of luscious flesh laid out before me, legs spread in invitation.

    I lowered my head and began to kiss her neck (yes, I'm definitely a neck man), starting just under the earlobe and kissing my way down the muscles and tendons to her collar bone. I placed my tongue in the hollow of her neck and licked up her throat not stopping until I rounded her chin. I brought my mouth to hers and sucked in her lower lip, capturing it between my teeth, gripping it gently and let out a growl of animal lust deep in my chest. I swear my mouth was tingling with the taste of her, my tastebuds writhing in an orgy of flavors, both salty and sweet.

    Releasing her I said, "I've wanted this for so, so long Kristel. You are mine now."

    Kristels eyes were closed and she was lost in a world of need. Her hips were arched up to meet mine, thrusting instinctually at the air trying to capture the head of my cock balancing just out of reach.

    "Yesssss..." was all she replied and it was more of an expulsion of breath then a real word.

    I reached down and grabbed the base of my cock and placed it firmly on her pelvis at the top of her downy-soft landing strip. Her eyes popped open and stared hard into me, pleading, begging, for me to take her. Her body froze, hips still thrust upward as she felt the contact of her long desired cock. I began to slide it down, feeling the tickle of her pubes on the underside of my cock. I reached the top of her slit and didn't stop. My dick parted the upper folds of her pussy as I pushed down and was greeted by the burning warmth that was overflowing from her. Kristel gasped aloud as my dick rode over the surface of her clit, continuing it's downward journey.

    "Yesss....hurry. I need it so bad." she begged through clenched teeth. She threw her arms around my back and dug her fingernails into my flesh.

    I moved my dick in little circles, coating the head with her juices as I prepared to make the final plunge. Kristel was panting hard, her body covered in sweat. She was a woman on the edge. I positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy and was about to push it in when something stopped me.

    "Kristel, baby, open your eyes. Look at me." She didn't respond at first, she was to preoccupied with her own desire. "Kristel, look at me," I said with more force.

    Her eyes opened, passion and impatience burning there, and drilled into me. That's it. I shoved my dick deep into the depths of her pussy and at the same time shoved my mind into hers, riding her consciousness like a bucking horse. Kristel screamed her release and her whole body spasmed. Whether it was because she, at long last, had a dick up her cunt or because I was fucking her mind as well as her body, or both, I don't know.

    All I do know is that while my dick fucked her body, I was fucking her mind at the same time. The difference? Imagine all five senses being fucked independently at the same time, your soul being forged in a fire of overwhelming lust and riding the crest of a continuous orgasm to nirvana. If you can possibly imagine that, you might one day sort of get an idea. I doubt it though.

    My body pumped on auto-pilot, my dick getting scorched by the napalm flames of her pussy as it spasmed and clenched, trying to pull me inside her. In the mean time I could no longer see her room around me, I was in some sort of dreamscape, my body intertwined with Kristels as we floated through this nothingness. I couldn't tell where my body ended and hers began. Kristels desire had surpassed words and only communicated itself to me through emotions of intense pleasure. She was drowning in a sea of sexual bliss. I was right along side her, bobbing and thrusting in this other place that wasn't a place.

    Through the haze of passion she became aware of her new surroundings.

    "Stephen...ohhh.....yes..yes... what's happening? Where are we? OOooo God!"

    "I don't know. Mmmmm...you're so hot!"

    I struggled to pull my mind out of hers, I don't know what made me do that or how I did it that first time without realizing it. It was an amazing feeling, beyond what I have ever experienced before, but to be honest, I was as freaked out as she was.

    Suddenly I was out and her room snapped back into focus and it was just Kristel and I, sweating and grunting in that age old sexual dance. Kristel looked up, dazed with more then just sex, and her eyes darted around the room and then back at me as she ground her hips against mine, matching me stroke for stroke. Whatever that just was, she put it out of her mind for now.

    "OH GOD! Stephen...fuck me...fuck me MMmmm yes! I've waited so long. Uh...uh...uh..that's it. OOoooo that's it."

    Her pussy pulled at my dick in ways I didn't think were possible. It felt like she grew fingers down there and they were massaging and stroking my dick as it pistoned in and out of her.

    *Cum for me*

    Her nails dug deep into my back. "Steve, OH OH, I'm cumming. Don't stop. Don't stop! MMmm harder! OOoooooyesyesyes.." And her body was rocked by an explosive orgasm. A head-thrashing, hip-bucking, muscle-clencher of an orgasm. She almost threw me off.

    I did what I could to stay inside her and ride it out. I slowed down on my thrusting letting her body come down off the high and just enjoyed the feeling of her pussy rippling along the length of my shaft. Her breathing eventually became more regular and I started to work my hips into her again.

    "Stephen that was..." she groaned as my dick pushed slowly back into her pussy. "God!"

    "You don't think we're finished do you?"

    "Haha. Don't worry, you're not getting off that easy. Just let a girl catch her breath. Woo."

    She closed her eyes and moved her hips slowly up to meet mine, each of us finding our rhythm again. I lowered myself down onto her and, wrapping my arms around her back, I rolled us both over so she was now laying on top of me. She let out a little 'Oh' of surprise and brought her knees up to either side of my hips.

    "Want to go for a ride?" I asked her. I moved both of my hands up her back and then brought them down again, raking her skin lightly with my nails.

    "Yippee kyi yay," she said said with a devious look and worked her hips slowly around my cock. Kristel was one hell of a fuck, I'll say that right now. She placed her hands on my chest and sat up slowly, looking me in the eyes the whole way. I allowed my hands to rest around her waist but she grabbed them and brought them up to her breasts.

    "Play with my tits," she whispered, her hips beginning to gyrate around my cock. "I like that."

    "You got it babe." I grabbed a handful of breast in each hand and began to massage them as our pace increased. "Kristel, babe, you are so hot. Uhh"

    All I got was a groan in response as her hips undulated up and down and all around my dick. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, her face contorted in passion. She was fucking me almost without moving her upper body, her hips were doing all the work and it was some of the most intense fucking I've ever experienced.

    Guys I'll tell you right now, fuck a dancer. They can do things with their bodies normal women can't do. Kristel had been taking dance classes since she was little and it showed. Sideways and slantways and any other ways you can think of. If I may borrow briefly from Willy Wonka there.

    Her fingers dug into my chest as she grunted her pleasure above me. I made attempts to fuck her back but Kristel was doing her own thing and if I interfered to much it threw her off. I lost myself in the heat of her pussy.

    "Christ woman...how do you do that?" My breathe was coming in gasps and I new I was going to come soon. There was no way to avoid it with the moves she was putting on me. My dick was spasming at random just from the shock of it. I could feel my balls start to tighten up.

    "MMmmm....you like that Steve?" she panted. She brought a hand from my chest down to between her legs to where we were joined together and started to rub her clit. I could feel her fingers brushing my cock. "You like it when I do that?" And she did that. "Or how about this?" And then she did that too. She just straight up did me.

    "Shit! Oohh shit. Kristel! I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum. Shit!"

    "Yeah! Ooo. Yes! Cum for me Stephen. Fuckin' cum in me. MMmm."

    She stopped with the magic hips and just started pounding down on me. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down as I shoved up hard into her, finally able to participate. I was gonna cum and I was gonna cum big. A fire was building in my balls.

    "Kristel! Baby! Oh....FUCK!" To say that I merely came is like saying the sun is kinda warm. The Big Bang exists and I'd swear under pain of death that it started in my balls. There was only me, a blazing pussy, and my orgasm in all the world. Soon even that was burned away in the all-consuming fire of orgasmic bliss. I'm pretty sure Kristel came again too but I was to busy riding my own wave to pay much attention to her.

    I do know then when I came back down to earth Kristel was collapsed besides me, eyes closed and panting heavily with one leg draped over mine and an arm across my chest with her head resting on my shoulder. It was hot, we were both covered in sweat, but I think we were both too exhausted and satisfied to care.

    "Wow." was all she said.

    "Yeah...wow." And then we fell asleep.

    In the realm of the Gods

    "That was intense. Oh my boy, my boy...You have really out done yourself this time. I would have thought that after all this time we wouldn't be able to find one like him anymore. After all it's been so long. I wish we could find out his lineage and see who spawned his ancestor."

    Zeus was brimming with energy. The faint silver-blue aura the surrounded him was sending out sparks and crackling with other-worldly power.

    "You could ask the Fates. I'm sure they could trace his blood line back. Or Ananke. She would know also."

    "No. No, they always want something in return for even the slightest favor and things have a way of getting unpleasant when they aren't satisfied. I suppose it doesn't really matter. We have him now." Zeus looked up from his musing and stared hard at Hermes. "Are you expecting any trouble from Him this time?

    Hermes shifted uncomfortably under the old mans stare.

    "It's hard to say. My spies have not seen The Red God for many months, nor heard a whisper of his whereabouts. He's probably roaming the Upper Realm lost in his own ravings. He's quite mad."

    "Yes, but still dangerous. Find him. I don't want him interfering. This human is too valuable. Who knows if we could find another like him again."

    "Yes father."

    "Now, leave me."

    Hermes left the room as the old man reclined in his throne, pleasurably absorbing the remaining energy.

    Back on Earth

    "Stephen...what happened last night?

    It was the next morning now. Sun was streaming in through the cracks in the blinds, filling the room with a warm light. I'd been awake for about an hour, Kristel for about 20 minutes. She had come back from the bathroom and was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing that little blue dress again. I was laying in the bed, still naked and covered by one of her quilts. I knew what she was talking about, but I didn't really want to discuss it. For some reason though I let the conversation continue. I did make an attempt to dodge the question though.

    "Well you see Kristel, when two people really love each other and they want to share– Ow! What was that for?" She had smacked my foot. I guess she wasn't in a joking mood at the moment.

    "I mean we were having sex and when I opened my eyes I...I wasn't in my room anymore. I was somewhere else. Was I dreaming that?"

    Sigh.

    "No...not exactly." I said.

    "So you know what it was? Tell me then please, because I feel like I'm going crazy. It was like you were inside of me, but at the same time kind of like I was inside of you too. And my body! My whole body felt so..so..." She waved her hands around as if searching for the right word. Whatever that word was she couldn't think of it. "Please tell me I'm not going crazy."

    Well you see Kristel, last night, perhaps one of the most intense night of passion in either of our lives, I mind-fucked you. I took control of your mind and fucked it like a two-dollar whore. Believe me, it shocked me just as much as it shocked you. Sure, that would work. I sat up and leaned my back against the wall.

    "Kristel, I can sort of... Okay wait. If that could happen again would you want it to? Did you like it?"

    She glared at me suspiciously for a few seconds before answering. "I don't know. I liked it, it was the most incredibly feeling I've ever had but it also scared the shit out of me. I don't think I would want to do it again unless I knew what was going on."

    My mind was working in overdrive now.

    "What if we could have nights like last night (you were incredible by the way) but if we could have nights like that all the time. Anytime you wanted. And what if I could give you anything you wanted. Almost anything your heart desires I could give you in an instant. Would you like that? Would you want to do that?"

    "What are you talking about? What the hell is going on? You better start giving me some answers."

    "Okay," I took a deep breath. "I have certain gifts that...allow me to do certain things. Last night, while we were having sex I sort of entered your mind to..." I was reaching for an explanation now. I didn't want to scare her away. "To enhance the moment for each of us. It was kind of an accident that I did it but I could do it again, anytime you like."

    "Okay, I take it back. I'm not crazy, you're the one that's crazy. Get your crazy ass out of my bed and get out God! I knew this was a mistake." She stood up and started pacing. "I should have never done it. I don't know what my problem was last night. Fuck. Now I'm going to have to move out..." She glared over at me. "I said get out! Why are you still sitting there. Get the fuck out of my room!"

    "Kristel I'm serious. I entered your mind. I don't know where we were exactly, but I can prove it to you."

    "Oh yeah right. Sure, prove it to me you crazy motherfucker! Enter my mind. Go ahead I'm waiting. Come on let's go! Take con–"

    *Be quiet!*

    Her mouth clamped shut and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't utter a sound. Her eyes widened in terror as she backed away from me and slammed against the wall. Her breathing was coming in big gasps through her nose. She was close to passing out.

    *Calm down Kristel, it's okay. Take a couple of deep breaths and relax*

    These weren't the normal commands, I was speaking directly to her mind, almost in a conversational way. Still it worked a little. I got up out of her bed and looked around for my shorts. Oh yeah, they were in the living room.

    "I'll be right back, why don't you sit down."

    She didn't move. She seemed to be trying to disappear through the wall. This was going to be harder then I thought.

    "Kristel, really it's okay. Have a seat and I'll get some clothes on and we'll talk. Okay?"

    She scooted along the wall until she got directly across from her bed and then sat down quickly, eyeing me the whole time like she was afraid I was going to attack her. I went out to the living room and pulled on my shorts and picked up my shirt along the way. I walked back into her room feeling more prepared to try to convince her now that I was dressed. Kristel was as I left her, a look of fear rapidly growing on her face.

    "Okay if I let you talk will you promise to try and be calm about it and listen to me?"

    She nodded her head rapidly, her eyes pleading with me to let her speak. I really felt like a shit. I released her.

    "Okay, you can talk now."

    "Oh my god Stephen what's going on? What did you do. How did you do that? Please just let me go. I won't..I won't tell anyone, I swear." Tears were streaming down her face.

    "Kristel, baby, you don't have to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you or do anything bad. I'm sorry I just did that but you were getting sort of hysterical and I had to get you to calm down so we could talk about this."

    "Just tell me what's going on."

    "I can't tell you everything, I'm not allowed, but I can try to put your mind at ease. It's like I said before, I have certain abilities that allow me to do things now. What happened last night was part of that. What happened just now was also a part of it."

    "So you can control my mind?"

    "Well yeah, if I wanted to."

    "Oh my god." The tears started fresh again and her face dawned with a realization. "That's why I slept with you last night, you made me!"

    "No, no I didn't. Not exactly anyway."

    "Bullshit. We've lived together for this long and not a thing happens then you can suddenly control my mind and we just happen to have the most amazing sex I've ever...had." Her cheeks flushed and she looked down at her hands for a moment. "But that still doesn't change the fact that you made me you bastard. That's like rape."

    "But I didn't make you. I just sort of gave you the suggestion. You did the rest by yourself."

    My reasoning was incredibly thin. Transparent even. But it's all I had to go on. I could have easily made her go along with it or even erased this entire conversation from her mind. Hell I could be fucking her right now if I wanted to, but I didn't. I wanted her to understand.

    "Is that why I couldn't get off last night? Why I was so fucking horny? You did all that?"

    It sounded so bad when she said it.

    "Yes, that was me. I sort of set it up so that I was the only option you had."

    "See! You made me do it."

    "But Kristel, was there anything about last night that you didn't enjoy. You just said it was the best sex you've ever had. Did I hurt you? Did I do anything to cause you harm?"

    "Well...no. But I didn't have a choice. That's what makes it wrong. Don't you get it? I even opened up to you. I can't believe I did that."

    "Of course I do but I'm giving you that choice now. If that's how you want it, last night will be a one time deal. I could even make you forget the entire thing if you want. But I'm offering you so much more now. I can do more things then just what you've seen so far. So much more. I'm offering to share that with you. Or you could go back to being a nanny, and have plain old boring sex with boring guys. You can't tell me Corbin was a ton of fun. Or that guy before him, Todd. I know the truth now. You can have that life, or you can have a life of wealth and privilege and things like this..."

    I slipped into her mind mind and released the memory of the moment when I entered her mind the night before. It caused her to relive it, live and in color.

    "Oh...God!"

    The pleasure poured into her body like water into a bottomless glass. She let out a cry of pleasure and her body was rocked with shudders of ecstasy. She fell back on the bed and moaned. I pulled back slowly and closed off the memory. She lay panting with her eyes closed and neither of us said anything for a few minutes.

    I was severely tempted to listen in on what she was thinking but I wanted this to be as real as possible. I didn't want to interfere with her decision. Not much anyway. I just figured a fresh reminder of the pleasure that was possible with me would help my case along. She spoke to me while she was still laying there with her eyes closed.

    "So if I do this, what exactly will I have to do."

    "Not much more then what we did last night. You have to understand Kristel that as much of a gentleman as I am, living with such beautiful woman has not been easy for me. I've wanted you since the day you showed up at my door. What I told you last night, what you felt when I looked at you and touched you, that was all real. I'm not going to tell you I love you, but I definitely have some kind of feelings for you. I don't know how to categorize them, but they're there. Once I had the opportunity to act on those fantasies, I could not pass it up. I did everything I could to make you enjoy it too.

    "I'm also a very rich man now. You have but to ask and it shall be yours. Being with me will not be without it's perks. This won't be a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, just an understanding with incredible sex. You'll sort of be my employee. In the non-hooker sense. I'm not paying you for the sex, I would be paying you for being my partner. But you would have to be willing to have the sex."

    She propped herself up on her elbows and looked over at me.

    "Partner how? What else would I be doing?"

    "I don't know right now, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I just knew I wanted someone in on it with me and you were my first choice." I replied. I was pretty sure she was going to go for it at this point.

    Kristel sat up full and brought herself back to the edge of the bed.

    "Don't do that anymore unless I'm ready for it." She said and let out a deep sigh. "God that was good." She looked up at me and grinned.

    "So you'll do it then?" I asked. It sounded in the affirmative to me.

    "I don't know Stephen." she replied. "This is really weird. I mean, how do I know you're not making me agree with you. How can I trust you after knowing what you can do?"

    "If I was making you do this, we'd be back in bed humping like rabbits. Instead I'm letting you decide. Besides the little flash-back of last night, I've done nothing to try to try to manipulate you."

    "I guess you've got a point there. How did you do that anyway?" she asked.

    "I can't tell you. All you need to know is that I can do it. As much as you want any time you want."

    "I have to think about this." she said. "Can I have some time?"

    "Absolutely. Take all the time you need. Just don't tell anyone. It's kind of a secret."

    "Okay. Now you need to scoot out of here, I have to get ready for work. I'm supposed to watch the munchkins this afternoon. Give me a couple of days. In the meantime, no messing around with me okay. I mean it."

    "You got it babe." I said. I stepped close to her and cupped the side of her face in my hand and stared into her eyes. "You really are beautiful." I leaned in slowly to kiss her, not sure whether she would go for it or not. She did. Her face tilted up towards mine and our lips met in a warm slow kiss. Her body softened under my touch and when we broke away her eyes were looking deep into mine.

    "I hate that your such a good kisser," she said with a smile. "No more kissing either, it's not fair. No go on, I'm going to be late."

    I walked out without saying a word, shutting her door behind me. She could take a few days. I had some plans anyway. It was time to call up Brandon and Carlos. We were going to have a grand old time. If Kristel changed her mind in the end, that was okay. I'd probably wipe her memory of it if she did and I'd be kind of let down, but I was pretty sure she was going agree. Now where was my phone...

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