Year of the Inner Goddess

December 2023 – Audio Version

I nervously lay on my wintery bed’s cool, receptive sheets. My extensive tattoo was only a few weeks old, and while aware of the procedure, the Demigod had yet to espy any part of my decision. My Inner Goddess fidgeted, trying not to bite her nails. Perhaps I should have sent the Demigod a visual picture weeks ago rather than doing a grand reveal in person. I attempted not to squirm in my uneasiness.  

The nude Demigod half-reclined on the plump bed next to me, slowly, methodically unbuttoning the four pearly buttons of my silky Christmas onesie. I had specially chosen this particular naughty garment days in advance, knowing the cut of the booty shorts would perfectly accentuate my peached assets, and the deep V of the neckline, leading to the aforementioned buttons, would artistically reveal the newly acquired tattoo emblazoned on both rounded breasts and narrow sternum. 

For eighteen months, the Demigod had savored my body in nearly every position. My form was familiar, even comfortable, to him. His texts inquiring about my availability always delighted me. Now, here was a drastic, indelible change. Nevertheless, the swirling designs permanently coiling around each weighty breast and adorning my sternum awaited his artistic appraisal, and I found myself teetering on apprehension. Yes, I know it is my body, and I revel in my choice of embellishment. However, there is something gratifying about receiving masculine acclamation, especially over such a significant and prized part of my body.

As he unfastened each button, the Demigod did not separate the material, leaving the fabric as it lay, allowing it to continue concealing the art below. Like a child on Christmas morning, I believe he was waiting for the full reveal – no peeking. I lay statuesque, and my curls spread on the snowing comforter like a sapphire halo. Unfastened at last, I watched as his finger hooked under the material. Even my Inner Goddess held her breath in suspense. 

“OH WOW!!” The Demigod’s eyes grew wide as he pushed the silky material wholly off each bosom. 

“You like it?” My eyebrows raised, and I intently searched his chiseled face. I could not help seeking clarification of his exclamation. 

The Demigod’s wholehearted affirmation left little doubt in my mind as his calloused fingers traced the intricate designs before bringing his lips to the brazen left nipple. His curious tongue followed the precedence set by his wandering fingertips. The thick member began following the dark outlines, draping my perfect breast with just the very tip, always returning to ardently suckle the nipple. His free hand reacquainted itself by tracing the curves of my waist and hip. Soon, I was undulating as the gentle waves of an impending orgasm stirred me to oscillate under and against the Demigod’s naked body. 

The Demigod launched his seduction of my Inner Goddess. Lips sealed about my flesh, he intensified, sucking my wanton breast until sharp slivers of pleasure sliced from the nipple across the rosey areola and flowering down my breast. I gasped at the mixture of pain and emotions he evoked. Concurrently, tenacious fingers pushed aside the thin Christmas shorts obscuring my moist slit, his thumb reviving my pearl as the Demigod’s fingers deliberately slid within, only to momentarily withdraw from my elegant folds. Not that she needed any coaxing for what lay ahead. Still, my Inner Goddess admired the Demigod’s gradual beguilement and shivered in anticipation of our evening.

I felt a tug on the cloth concealing my shoulders. Realizing I had lost myself in euphoria, I saw the mighty Demigod standing at the edge of my bed, wresting the Christmas negligee down my form and off my toes. His boyish grin stretched from ear to ear at my undressed state, which made me chuckle. I briefly wondered if all men turned into boys at the sight of a woman’s naked body. This one certainly did!

I experienced a sensation akin to royalty as the imposing Demigod knelt on my chestnut floorboards, head bowed to my quaking slit. I spread my legs a considerable amount; I yearned to be properly devoured. I darkened my vision and held my breath, the surrounding sheets already balled in my palms, waiting, just waiting for the first contact of his eager tongue. 

The heat of his exhalation streaming down to greet my fluttering slit was the first sensation, and my racing heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, I inhaled and held my breath. I was internally begging him to commence! The Demigod’s broad tongue took one giant, calculated swathe about and through my folds. And then another. Arms to rival the great Hephestus, wrapped around my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. I adored feeling so petite and feminine in his control. 

His studious tongue dove within my slit, working my cocoon and causing me to squirm and finally explode in orgasmic fireworks at his oral devotion. Powerful hands parted the delicate curtains of my intimate, allowing his mouth to penetrate with profound efficiency. The tickling bristles of his chin drove my Inner Goddess into near hysteria. My body twisted and convulsed, legs trembling as his palms transitioned to paw and fondled the mounds of each breast, giving a slight twist to each nipple, forcing a sharp squeak to lace my guttural cries of fulfillment. 

Rising from prostration, face dribbling with my nectar and a nefarious glint in his eye, the Demigod took up a kneeling position on the bed alongside my quivering form. Panting, I oriented my waist and lower extremities onto the waterproof blanket. My Inner Goddess watched with wrapped curiosity as the Demigod’s fingertips stroked from the tip of my gilded breastbone, through the valley of my mountains, down the plains of my abdomen, up the ridge of my mound, and reaching my anxious slit. My flesh flickered and sparked under the electricity of his touch. 

I incorrectly assumed that the fierce jackhammering of his palm and fingers would fire away once the Demigod had located my inner jewel. However, he chose a more languid approach, teasing and flicking my dewy slit with one hand while its brother fondled and pinched each breast in turn. My Inner Goddess grew impatient, trying to force our climax. Albeit on the opposite side, my mind rested, luxuriating in the savory beguiling and extra regard my breasts were receiving.

While the Demigod delighted at his commanding control of my body and soul, he was never cruel or sadistic. A partner’s dark desires were the only energy driving his savage dominance. He dallied for my satisfaction, knowing just how to ripen my climax in the heat of his denial. Well, seeing the smirk pulling at the corner of his lip, perchance, he did enjoy withholding just a bit.

His right hand’s middle and ring fingers curled under and over my internal shelf, finding the inner jewel with impertinent dexterity. With a wolf’s expertise, the Demigod monitored my body: the white knuckles in contrast to the dark sheets, the clamped jaw, the rigid muscles supporting my frame, clenched eyes, and heaving bosom. I no longer held jurisdiction respecting my corporeal form as I awaited the Demigod’s lethal fingers. My Inner Goddess stood on the cliff’s edge, restless to fall into climactic bliss. 

At last, the Demigod commenced the intrusive ritual. I exploded, nerves firing in abraded sovereignty. The vigorous up-and-down jackhammering uncorked the reserves of my nectar, causing it to spray in sparkling brilliance as it ran down our bodies. Naturally, I did not see any of this. My face was firmly ensconced in my pillow with an aim to muffle my shrieking release. I ventured to inhale at a brief respite, but the pause was temporary. The Demigod only permitted a small breath before resuming his domination. More fiery explosions ripped through my body, and nectar dripped down our bodies, each followed by halting intermissions. 

During one of these brief interludes, as the Demigod knelt beside me, I reached for his bobbing glory, stiff and erect at my hip. It was slick and trickling with my nectar. The Demigod grinned down at me in self-righteous pleasure, thoroughly aware of my surprise at the state of his striking opulence. He jutted his hips forward in encouragement and chuckled as I eagerly inhaled every possible inch. Gawds, I could taste my nectar and his sweet precum mingling on my tongue. 

After a bit, the Demigod began to shuffle his body backward, and I released him from my oral adoration. One large hand rested on the space between my throat and the soft rise of my cleavage. He did not add significant pressure, just enough to stipulate I was not to stir. His movements shifted him off the mattress and, standing at the bedside, positioned directly at my head. My Inner Goddess squealed and bit her lip as rough fingers hauled my body backward until my head hung upended on the edge. I smirked as I guided his pulsing glory to my mouth before he could. In retaliation, the Demigod gave a lusty heave of his hips, and his prestigious glory coerced itself down my throat. My eyes widened in panic at the depth, my lack of oxygen, and fear that his tip was approaching my digestive system!

Over and over, his granite might was thrust within my vortex until tears overflowed my eyes, and my lungs begged for a single breath. Ordinarily, my Inner Goddess was rather prone to boasting about our oral skills. Nonetheless, I found myself struggling with each brutal invasion. During his undressing that night and my lustful perusal of his naked body, I had wondered if the Demigod had possibly grown in size since the last time I had the pleasure of his company. Though his bulging muscles gave testimony to the dozens of hours spent in the gym, I fully understand that this is not how the male anatomy works. Yet, as I choked and gagged, unable to take his behemoth, my Inner Goddess and I were in agreement that the Demigod had indeed gained considerable girth and length in our time apart. 

Without warning, the Demigod freed me, and I struggled not only to inhale enormous pockets of air but to retain some semblance of decorum as I dabbed at the drool running from the corners of my mouth. I must have looked like a frightful mess: teary eyes, running mascara, and saliva slickening past the borders of my Cupid’s bow. My Inner Goddess watched as the Demigod sauntered to the far side of the bed and fiddled around in a pocket of his discarded jeans. 

“Stay right there.” The words were an order, not a suggestion. 

I half obeyed, rolling onto all fours and giving my hips a tantalizing wiggle in his direction. Turning to look beyond my shoulder, I watched as he doused his glory in amber oil. The four-sided foil caught the glimmering Christmas lights adorning my sanctuary. The flash and meaning made my Inner Goddess giddy as we reposed on our elbows, hips still high in the air. Knowing the fearsome authority the Demigod could inflict, my body trembled. 

With careful consideration, the Demigod mounted me and held himself statuesque as my petite body stretched and adjusted to his girth. Holding my muscles taut in guarded preparation, I gave a mild press backward, indicating my readiness to proceed. Like a stallion, the Demigod unleashed the brunt force of his raw power. My void, no longer neglected, my Inner Goddess screamed in satisfaction at the annexation. Sharp fingernails dug into the soft skin of my waist as he slammed our bodies together with such vigor I feared we might burst through the ceiling and into the cosmos above. Orgasmic lights flashed in brilliant colors behind my watering lashes. My Inner Goddess cried in righteous pain and victory while my elbows remained screwed in place on the mattress, fingers nigh to breaking in their hold of the bed linens. My lofty hips suffered the direct brunt of my paramour. 

The subjugating Demigod caught the unruly waves of my sapphire hair in a punishing grip, fashioning a tight ponytail in one restraining hand. Fine strands snapped at the grim tension, and my face received an abrupt lift. My flooding eyes and vaulted neck burned at the strain. Impossibly, my orgasm ratcheted up another notch at the governing of my head, and I clung to my bedding in desperation. I think I forgot how to breathe, or perhaps oxygen becomes irrelevant and unnecessary when a moral reaches a precise state of divine climax. 

Unceremoniously, I was forced onto my back. It was not until that moment that I realized my all-fours position had collapsed and endured the Demigod’s fury prone on my abdomen. No matter. The Demigod had calibrated my body to our mutual delight. 

Heaven knows I adore my petite stature and glimpsing my ankles on his broad shoulders, they looked exceptionally tiny and delicate. Brusquely, my mind was ripped away from such conceited thoughts as my body was invaded to the point where my spine arched like an ancient Roman bridge, and my weight settled on the crown of my head. A distant fraction of my conscience wondered if I would snap in half! My orgasms were violent and all-encompassing, claiming components of my body on a subatomic level. 

All the while, the Demigod beat an unpredictable rhythm into my body. Fast and deep, fast and deep, fast and deep, slow and shallow, fast and deep, fast and shallow, fast and shallow, fast and deep, slow and shallow, slow and deeeep. It drove my Inner Goddess to an unhinged frenzy, and she loved it. 

Fingernails were drawn, raking the flesh of my thighs, clawing from my wide hips to the rounded curve of my knees. Observing my overly enthusiastic reflex, the Demigod began clawing across my ribs, sternum, abdomen, and back to my thighs. Without fail, the beastly onslaught continued. I convulsed in the throws of my climax and practically bit through my knuckle as I undertook to allay my resounding vocals. 

Demanding hands were imposed on my throat, and all went silent. Not still, I remained in the firm clutches of the climatic waves, but a certain darkness descended all around me and then…abruptly evaporated. My Inner Goddess frowned. Too soon, we were brought back from the cusp of subspace. My Inner Goddess would have pouted, but the Demigod had our waist seized between his palms, almost too tightly, pistoning us in a thunderous rage. 

With an animalistic growl, the Demigod pulled back, licked his broad fingers, and slid them between my shaking legs. My body wanted to tell him, “No more!” The Demigod had worked his predatory magic for nigh an hour. Now, my body craved rest. Yet, as the words formed on my tongue, my Inner Goddess clapped both hands on my mouth. Mute and a prisoner to my own body, I capitulated to the unavoidable energy outside of myself, body tense and eyes rolled back as my nectar fountained from my loins. The bedding was a sure loss. 

With a chuckle, the Demigod released me and, nonplussed, reclined onto my pillows, his magnificent glory erect and proud for all the world to see. I tried to gather my wits about me, nagging my muscles and extremities to move toward his lap and waiting brawn. Somehow, I managed to position myself at his side, knees abutting the flexed muscle of his hip, and not between his oaklike legs. I leaned over the Demigod. 

In my weariness, I overshot the distance to him! At first, my mouth was on the correct trajectory. Nevertheless, the weight of my exhausted body and subsequent lightheadedness tilted my equilibrium off balance. I found myself pitching forward far too quickly, his pole-like glory rushing to meet my face! Thank the gods, my mouth had been open to welcome him. However, I inhaled him more deeply than I intended, and I made a notable choking noise as his full crown lunged into the back of my throat.   

“Someone is eager!” The composed Demigod chortled above me. 

I thanked every star in the Milky Way that the Demigod did not recognize the move for what it was: clumsy exhaustion. Seductively, I moaned, assenting I was yearning to taste him once more. While true, immediately choking myself on his impressive glory was not my first objective. Internally, I laughed at myself while my Inner Goddess rubbed her temples. Perhaps one day, she would cultivate the bewitching charms of a Parisian courtesan within me. Until then, well, at least I had made the Demigod chuckle.  

Pivoting my focus to the girth at hand, I lolled my tongue around the crested head. Gods of Olympus, his ridge was puffed and bulging in my mouth, and the distinct nectar sweetened my tongue. My Inner Goddess was determined to make up for our earlier fumbling, so we bobbed and sucked until tears once more streamed down my cheeks. In reward for our efforts, I felt the Demigod’s fingers trace along my hip, around my thigh, seeking my apex once more. I assumed he was probing for my innocent pearl and felt it pulse in anticipation. I was never more grateful to be mistaken. 

With a slight joggle, his fingers slid within my sopping slit, again curling up the ridge bone, promptly making direct contact with my Inner Jewel. My entire body curled inward at the intensity, dropping my jaw and widening my mouth over his glory in incredulity. How had he found my inner jewel so precipitously? I panted, blinking my teary eyes as my orgasm began to build and swell. 

“What are you doing?!?” My Inner Goddess was displeased that I had paused my oral ministrations. “We can take him! Don’t let him distract us from his orgasm!” A challenging look gleamed in her eye.

I tried. I dearly did. Nonetheless, his fingers were too nimble and skillful as they worked my burgeoning climax. I was forced to remove my lips altogether and rest my head on his Adonis Belt as I succumbed to his fearsome will. When his fingers relaxed their voracious attack, they were not withdrawn. I resumed my oral worship until I felt his fingers stiffen within me once more, issuing the siren song to my Inner Goddess. I found myself compelled to cry into his hip a second time, my fingers a vice around his abandoned glory, a prisoner to my climax. 

The battle for conqueror continued. The Demigod distracted me with volatile orgasms while I valiantly attempted to maintain the rhythm of my mouth and tongue around his need. I was desperate to bring about his release. I failed each time, collapsing onto him as my throat reverberated with my shrieks. My Inner Goddess nudged me. This would never do. From experience, we knew the obstinate Demigod would never concede victory. 

“This isn’t fair!” My croaking voice was half pout, half annoyance to him. 

I twisted my body away from the influence of his fingers, lips sealed around his darkening head, as I maneuvered to the safety between his legs. I was resolute in my mission. It was unequivocally the Demigod’s turn to convulse and cry to the gods and stars above. With both hands wrapped around his girth, I moaned as I expanded my throat to accept and entice his engorged glory. 

With a feral growl, the Demigod wrested me from his loins, insistent palms on my shoulders, shoving me back on the bed. My head bounced a little on the springs. Swinging his colossal thighs to straddle my ribs, precum beaded and dripped from the slit running perpendicular to his crowned head. One finger traced the arrow tattoo gracing my sternum. The other hand reached for the scented oil dallying on the headboard. Properly lathered, he gathered my tenacious breasts, sandwiching his girth between them. 

While pleasingly ample at 30G, the one drawback to my bosom is its odd inability to create an adequate cocoon for a god’s circumference, no matter the dimensions. The weight and curvature reside beneath and at the cleavage of my breasts, not on the sides or valley betwixt. It is the second of my Inner Goddess’ great disappointments with my body, though we try to make up for our shortcomings in a variety of deliciously sinful ways. 

The Demigod did his best, pressing the plump mounds around and over his girth as best he could and beginning to drive his need between them. I will say the scandalous view was magnificently unholy. His bulbous head popped between the sensitive mountains and the elaborately inked breastbone beneath. There are no words to express the visual and erotic beauty of our shifting bodies in the soft, twinkling lights of my sanctuary. 

After a few strenuous thrusts, the Demigod relinquished his hold of my breasts and grasped his swelling prominence in his great palm. With aggressive fury, the Demigod mauled his glory, the seriousness bordering on blinding. He was an awe-inspiring sight, and the memory of him will forever burn in the memorial halls of my mind. His head was thrown back as he gasped for air. His back curved like a hunter’s recurve, rigid legs terse astride my body, ripped chest heaving as with a strained bellow, thick ropes of ambrosia spurted forth, frosting my breasts and outspread tongue. I licked my lips and alluringly spread the pearly nectar, tracing the cream around my tattooed breasts and pert nipples for him to behold. A reactionary spout burst forth, and akin to a great mountain caught in volcanic aftershock, his wrecked body shook above me. With a tremendous de-puffing sigh, the Demigod collapsed into my pillows, his weight causing the bed to fuss in protest. A broad smile creased his handsome face, eyes fastened closed in peace.

I beamed in triumph, and I slyly high-fived my Inner Goddess. Whether it be a man, king, or demigod, partaking in or witnessing the masculine form’s ultimate release is one of our greatest guilty pleasures, and this time was no exception. My Inner Goddess was devilishly flushed in her sense of achievement.  

Nestling my head in the crook of his shoulder, I exhaled. My Inner Goddess, wrapped in midnight gauze, was soon sound asleep on her chaise. Every one of my muscles relaxed as I leaned on the Demigod and relished the welcoming comfort of my winter bedding. I breathed and smiled. 

And to think, tonight’s corruption unfolded with just four little buttons. 

Until next time. XO. Elsie