Year of the Inner Goddess

August 2024 – Audio Version

Zeus, the supreme ruler of Mount Olympus, was a breathless sight to behold.

On our first introduction, I had watched simpering naiads practically faint at the sight of him and giddy dryads go out of their way to catch a flash of his brilliant smile. It was not hard to see why even the immortals were so taken with him. Zeus conducted himself with an aura of earned conviction. At the same time, his broad, bulging shoulders rippled with masculine brawn and were a stark testament to his unmatched authority over mortals and gods alike.

On this particular evening, Zeus, his radiant grin glittering like the snowcapped peak of Olympia, stepped with alacrity over the threshold of Hades’ lake-side pavilion. Hands outstretched, the gods shook with earnest congeniality. Then, turning his beaming face in my direction, Zeus presented me with an opulent amber offering. Conflicting emotions surged within my bosom, astonishment befuddling my tongue at the honor of receiving such a gift. Never before had a visiting Olympian presented me with such a treat!

I was tickled beyond measure and chose to ignore my initial impulse to hospitably protest the thoughtful gesture. Instead, I accepted the lavish offering with greedy fingers. Outwardly, I stammered my gratitude and withdrew to the kitchen for glasses and ice. The jovial conversation that filled the abode was such a merry spectacle that my heart was filled with unexpected glee, and my flustered nerves began to ease.

Pouring the honeyed mixture over the frozen cubes, my Inner Goddess absently wondered if Zeus indeed had an affinity for carrying off maidens to be ravished like the myths described. Biting my lip, I continued my covert observation through curled lashes. Zeus’ defined jawline suggested immutable purpose and concentrated determination in all things. His tall form lounged with ease on the couch as he conversed with Hades. His deep-set baritone resonated with a particular self-assurance. However, I suspected that it was the mischievous twinkle in his rich chocolate eyes and the magnetism dripping from his winning smile that truly swayed gods and mortals to swear their fealty to Zeus.

Like a sputtering schoolgirl, I felt shy, ungainly, and awkward sitting between the magnanimity and eloquence of the two exceptional Olympians. I listened to their banter, my eyes bouncing between them. Grateful for the diversion, I sipped my amber gift, closing my eyes as the golden fire rippled down my throat and flushed my cheeks – or was that lingering nervousness coloring my face?

As the sun slid below the forested horizon and the gossipy stars ascended to their heavenly seats, it became evident that Zeus, with his regal demeanor, possessed a witty humor and keen mind. Sovereigns of their own domains, Hades and Zeus regaled each other with seemingly implausible stories, holding me spellbound until our sides ached with laughter and tears streamed down the corners of my carefully wing-tipped eyes. 

Even my Inner Goddess rested in unaccustomed silence, too enthralled in the lively accounts of their childhood escapades and travels to lands my wanderlust feared it would never see. Like a gentle melody, the soothing resonance of the deities’ laughter could have easily lulled me into a peaceful slumber. Perhaps my weekly schedule had been too hectic, extending my mind and body beyond their limits, leaving too little space for my flirtatious Inner Goddess.

Serenity settled over me like a down comforter, and I wiggled deeper into the plush welcome of the new couch and abundant pillows. My chilled glass in one hand, it felt luxurious to sprawl in comfort, thoroughly content with the progression of my evening. Again, there was no protest from my domineering Inner Goddess. I would have mused on her uncommon quietness, but I was promptly distracted by Hades’ riotous account of his untamed childhood. 

Gloriously, sleep was not in the gods’ plans for me. By some mutual accord, the Titans abruptly rose from our lounging succor, heading for the back chamber with me in giddy tow. Nimbly, I bounced onto the raised pallet with unusual jauntiness. As I did so, I noticed a cool sense of imperturbability seep beneath the surface, an intervening veil between my mind and Inner Goddess.

There were several reasons for this. One was the influence of copious amounts of the gifted Olympian nectar, but the most important factor was the irreplaceable trust forged with Hades. Imperturbability was a rare emotion for me, but it arrived almost like a protective warrior armed with a shimmering shield. For the next few hours, I felt immune from my anxious spirals. Invincible yet ethereal, I slipped into a diaphanous world where the boundaries between my body and consciousness blurred. With my Inner Goddess in supreme control of my faculties, I floated a serene bystander to the spellbinding events that followed.

With my mind a hushed spectator on the sidelines, my Inner Goddess was at last free to assert herself, stepping into center stage (or rather the edge of the bed) as she manifested her undeniable influence. Her majestic wings stretched to the ends of the plush bed, leaving me slackjawed at her poise and self-assurance. In place of my timorous schoolgirl mentality, my Inner Goddess asserted herself, fully cognizant of her value and her risque and carnal affinities. 

Due to my exhaustion, it was an unforeseen transformation that inspired such awe in my swelling heart. I witnessed my Inner Goddess step into her authentic self with unmatched dignity and certainty. After a year of patient healing, spoiling, and immeasurable adoration, Hades had somehow managed to unlock a hidden strength within me, and now, uninhibited, I was ready to share my gifts with the waiting gods. 

My Inner Goddess had my body kneeling on the bed’s edge, crushing the incomparable Zeus into what she hoped was an undeniable enchantment. Clad in a simple black cotton smock, she exuded a hint of mischievous captivation, knowing she was wearing far fewer layers than either of the Olympians. A detail they had yet to discover. She knew it was an audacious move, but how often did a mortal have a chance to seduce god-kings? My Inner Goddess shifted my focus to exploring the god’s lecherous lips.

To my unbounded joy and delight, Zeus proved to be a masterful kisser! My already crimson cheeks deepened, dually impressed by his prowess. The firm sensation of his mouth against mine was remarkably strong, bold, and inquisitive and caused an improper tingling at my apex. Yet, despite the heated intensity of his actions, there was a controlled, delicate balance as he allowed my tongue to initiate the captivating dance. The atmosphere around us became saturated with curious flirtation and crackling lightning.

Gracefully, making his way to the doorway, Hades whispered, “I will give you guys a moment to get acquainted.”

His accommodating words flitted through the thick fog of my brain like lackadaisical butterflies. A faint pout bloomed on my Inner Goddess’ bottom lip as the relevance of his words fluttered about my head. This elicited a profound pang of yearning in my heart. Unbeknownst to him, my Inner Goddess was not seeking privacy at that moment; confident and persistent in her desires, one-on-one attention was decidedly not on her list of needs. Frankly, the convergence of the two vigorous deities in their imposing mortal forms stirred a resounding curiosity within my Inner Goddess. Her insatiable urge to undress and properly analyze their bodies (for the sake of science, of course) had my Inner Goddess essentially throbbing in anticipation. So, Hades stayed a momentarily attentive voyeur.

With a gentle yet deliberate pressure on my shoulders, Zeus subtly guided me backward until I reclined on the rich pallet. Zeus knelt before me, prepared to bestow yet another gift. This one held greater significance than the first for its personal and intimate nature. My fingers fidgeted on the smooth linens as a bit of trepidation wormed its way past the shield.

The cool breeze on my defenseless breasts and abdomen caught me unaware. In our amorous embrace, my midnight gown seemed to have mysteriously shifted, slipping off my shoulders and delicately pooling around my narrow waist. Amidst the palpitations of my unsteady heart and blossoming sensations that overshadowed my common sense, a faint memory tickled my psyche. It murmured of alluring kisses that artfully trailed along my fine collarbone, cleverly deflecting my attention from the artful removal of my meticulously chosen garment. Oh, my!

As the confident yet chivalrous lips settled at my garden, my rogue thoughts were compelled to hone on his reverential adoration, leaving no room for blushing uncertainty. With a subtle arch of my hips inviting Zeus’s spirited caress, his savory tongue grazed over my sacred pearl, sending sparking shivers racing down my spine. His hands were around my thighs, decisive fingertips digging into the soft, creamy flesh, pulling me closer to his mouth. The dynamic action made me squeak, and my breath caught in my throat as His Majesty proceeded to bury his face and feast on my very essence!

The absolute authority and elegance of his escalating adulation spawned such a symphony of explicit pleasure that my body fairly quaked. Every flick of his virtuoso tongue across my slit and through the curtains stoked my internal, insatiable fire, transcending my mind beyond the physical to vibrate in utter rapture in a galaxy far above. My body twisted and jerked, engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations that left my lungs airless, my throat irritated, and my muscles burning. I leaned into the magnetic passion as his mouth sent waves of climactic felicity sprinting just beneath my skin. A single vein stood out on my forehead as I succumbed to the exquisite inferno Zeus was generating at my apex. 

Off to the side, my Hades waited in the nebulous dimension that exists between dancing light and shifting shadow. His sharp chestnut eyes were careful to memorize every move of the salacious scene unfolding before him. The grin that played at the corner of his lip was full of surreptitious appreciation at the raw potency of Zeus’ seduction. Before him, Zeus moved across my body with a prowess that bespoke a millennium of honed finesse as he fed the primal fire within the mortal on the bed. Hades watched as Zeus’ practiced hands fondled my breasts, each puffed and luscious like freshly risen dough.

Hades’ glory bulged and elongated as my orgasmic screams reached a fever pitch. The unearthly sound resonated throughout the kingdom, my nails sinking into the flesh of my right thigh until scarlet furrows appeared across my porcelain skin. The air was ripe with indulgent tension that fueled Hades’ frenzied desire, long held at bay. Matjetic and justly restless, Hades materialized on the bed next to my head without uttering a single word; his aura immersed my spirit of its own free will.

With courtly respect, Zeus conceded my mortal frame, though he did not fully relinquish his contact with my trembling body. As Hades drew me to his bronzed chest, the comforting heat of his quintessence enveloped me. The imperceptible invitation of his raw masculinity bewitched and muddled my already fragile perception of my world. My senses further clouded, hastening the blurred lines of my present and the future as my body exploded with climactic fury at his invasive entrance. 

Though only feet away, the imposing figure of Zeus faded from my memory, rightfully overshadowed by the irresistible charm and temptation of the King of the Underworld.

Unresisiting, I succumbed to the magnetic pull of My Love. In that perfect, sublime moment, the universe stood still, the stars hushed their chattering, and the Moon Goddess purred her approval. With a captivating hold, Hades claimed me as his own, clasping me to his bare chest, our lips locking. His hands were never still, fingertips mapping a tantalizing path over my skin as our souls merged. Our holy bond defied convention and far surpassed the bordering spheres between immortals and mortals.

Hades’ bearing perfectly encapsulated the masculine balance between power and gallantry that could charm and captivate any admirer. While exuding a subtle rakish, bad boy aura, I knew that beneath his sun-kissed skin beat the pure heart of a hopeless romantic. I sighed against his breastbone as he moved within me, feeling the sharp contour of his jawline against my head. His steps commanded attention, and his muscular arms were ever quick to scoop me up as if I weighed nothing at all. His angular cheekbones gave him an etched, noble look, but it was his piercing gaze, holding the unfathomable mysteries of the Underworld, that drew me to his realm. Hades, admired and revered by countless numbers, was mine alone, and in that hallowed space, with the growing twilight, our tether strengthened.

Hades and Zeus wasted no time taking turns draining every drop of energy from my petite body. Caught in the intense battle of wills between the formidable Hades and Zeus, a climactic storm brewed within me. The feeling intensified as the Titans battled, drawing energy from the very core of my body.

At his bidding, I obediently straddled Zeus’ covetous gift that waited for me, standing at strict, protected attention. My Inner Goddess was poised expectantly, anticipating the gregarious rearranging of my internal clockwork. My eyes glazed with a fevered need, my fingers instinctively curling over the gray headboard, grounding myself to the mortal world as I sensually lowered myself down the extensive, unyielding iron. The boundaries of my already tested parameters were about to be extended, whether I willed it or not!

The amber elixir had worked its magic, loosening my mind as well as my muscles. With unwavering trust in my Inner Goddess, I welcomed the immense granite with a willing acclimation and lustful pleasure. With every inch that brought me closer to his broad hips, I sank deeper into a universe where pure greed fueled my every move. Carnal indulgence and licentious satisfaction flowed through my naked form as I allowed my body, mind, and soul to be overtaken by the intoxicating allure of pure indulgence. 

Tempestuous thunder roared in my ears, and vivid lightning flashed behind my tightly closed eyes. By the divine will of the gods themselves, a relentless flood had been repeatedly unleashed, and in the dim light of Hade’s boudoir, my body shimmered with a thousand liquid diamonds in the mellow luminescence filling the room. Blatantly ignoring the soaked linens, my relentless orgasmic storm raged as Zeus pummeled my form until my cries pierced through the raging storm. 

Though my throat was ablaze and my muscles were on the brink of rupturing, I moved with an arcane energy. Zeus’ grip was the sole anchor in my tumultuous sea of rollicking orgasms. Nevertheless, a whispering feeling nagged at me; something was amiss. The boom of thunder came in rapid succession. Mistified and gasping for breath, I slowly opened my eyes, trying to decipher the source of the unsettling change in Mother Nature’s more occasional drumming.

As my body slowed, a moment of sanity was briefly restored to me, breaking the chaotic scene. I blinked in the flickering light, and the once reverberating echoes faded into the background of panting bodies. My Inner Goddess chortled and teasingly whispered in my ear. It was not the rumble of thunder that filled the air but the syncopated clamor of the headboard colliding with the sheetrock wall. 

The flushed hue from my exertion drained from my face as my cheeks blanched, concerned for the havoc my enthusiasm may have inflicted on the sanctified walls of Hades’ temple. With apprehension wisping about me like delicate smoke, I stole a glance at Hades. His loyal presence by the bed grounded me. Nevertheless, I felt the weight of my actions heavy in the air, and I bit my lip, grappling with the presumed repercussions of my frenetic riding on Zeus. 

Gods, the boyish grin on Hades’ face never failed to melt my heart and banish my fears. His carnal joy manifested from within his broad, sculpted chest, illuminating the darkest corners of the Underworld. I would never tire of witnessing such genuine happiness and knowing I was partly the cause. 

Emboldened by Hades’ nonchalant gesture and chuckle of amusement in our direction, his approval spurred my Inner Goddess to unthinkable heights. Insignificant walls could be patched, and broken beds easily replaced. However, as the waves of my swelling orgasms returned, I heard him murmur to Zeus. The home projects could no longer be neglected. Hades intended to reinforce the bed and provide padding for the headboard as soon as possible! My heart was light and buoyed by Hades’ blessing, and I fell into the ocean of my need once more with helpless abandon. 

There was a palpable sense of a battle between fragile humanity and divine strength. My competitive spirit flared within my Inner Goddess. She adamantly refused to yield even in the face of such overwhelming odds; goddesses did not submit! Despite their aggressive vigor, neither Hades nor Zeus displayed malice or masochism. Please do not mistake me; there was no mercy as they compelled me into every imaginable position, pushing my earthly being to the brink of my mortal constraints.

Positioned on my hands and knees, Hades asserted his kingly dominance, his grip on my hips unyielding. My cries at his rough insertion were stifled by the ominous presence kneeling before me. With difficulty, I persevered through my orgasmic drowning from the bombarding ramrod and balanced on my elbows to lift the hefty weight of the stiff iron before me to my parted lips. 

The girthy length proved challenging. Both hands were wrapped around the length, while the remaining half pulsed deep in the recesses of my bursting throat. Zeus rested his broad palm on my head, commanding fingers woven into my tousled hair. My drooling worship was not set by his insistent hips but by the relentless tenacity of Hades, whose gregarious driving impact caused me to choke and sputter in a most unladylike way. Nevertheless, my Inner Goddess pirouetted with exhilaration as I met the thundering tirade. 

My tongue savored Zeus’ vaunted crown, reveling in the pulsing response to my zealous oral ministrations. My hands still curled around him with a firm grip, skillfully stroking and flicking my tongue with craving precision. My cheeks bulged with his girth as I sucked, taking him for all I was worth. Rogue curls of sapphire hair fell across my face, concealing Hades’ view of my wickedness. With a quick gesture, I unveiled my visage, but that was not enough! I carefully and provocatively angled myself so Hades might behold my rosy lips as I gorged on the prodigious glory gliding and expanding my throat. 

The sight unhinged Hades. Embosoming the impending disaster that loomed over me, I hastily released my oral devotion to Zeus before the internal waves could overtake me. My cocoon contracted, teasing Hades’ viral essence. My body desperately trembled in my decimation, and I found myself compelled to hold on to Zeus, arms encircling his robust hips. My hands instinctively gained strength in clutching each magnificent buttock. Great gods! The unadulterated perfection of Zeus’s mortal form was undeniable, leaving me as dumbstruck as a codfish.

Smooth, toned, and massive – each rounded cheek rose and fell with a certain unspeakable appeal. I could barely contain myself, and my Inner Goddess was worse! She gave a subtle bite of her bottom lip. With her eyes as wide as milk saucers, my Inner Goddess let out a soft breath of appreciation from barely parted cherry lips. I utterly lost myself in a moment of pure captivation – a mix of reverence and unbridled desire captivating every fiber of my fading being.

As the gods mercilessly tugged at the threads of my being, my Inner Goddess remained tenacious and defiant before the mighty deities. With uncompromising determination and a wicked smirk on her lip, she challenged them, beckoning for the release of their infinite sovereignty to stoke the eternal flames of my need as I held out, resisting the crushing forces that threatened to consume me – until, finally, my soul was no longer my own. The fire within had spiraled beyond my control.

The storm erupted with merciless savagery on our bodies. Driven mad by the twin gods at my fore and aft, my mind fractured into euphoric bliss as wave after wave rolled through me. Hades’ fingers turned stark white against the pale skin of my derriere, and his suave face grew fierce in stern concentration as the storm overtook his mortal frame in its relentless grasp. 

I found myself trapped by an inordinate mania fueled by the dynamic gods that had chosen me as their vessel. With each crashing wave and thunderous clap of lightning, the particles of my very being fragmented into a symphony of rhapsodic electrification cascading through my shattered mind. The storm’s power swept through the room, engendering my nectar to gush in an unimpeded flood that splashed the three of us in glittering raindrops and not for the first time that evening.

My Inner Goddess was unflinching, choosing to bask in the thrill so thoroughly that not a single iota of embarrassment could surface. The gale turned its full intent onto Hades. His brow furrowed with unwavering focus as the storm claimed him as its prisoner. The true magnificence and raw force of nature revealed itself, leaving no doubt of its supremacy as we crumpled under its prevailing influence.

At last, with ragged breath, Hades collapsed onto the downy pillows, his handsome face beaming with a mixture of exhaustion and renewed energy, allowing Zeus to replace him with a rather swaggering confidence. My spasming body involuntarily responded as his electric touch sent jolts through my sensitive nervous system, heightening the already frenzied pace of my breath. With a sly grin, Zeus positioned himself between my weak legs, their instinctive tightening, urging his swollen penetration to delve deeper. My body welcomed him, my unsated Inner Goddess unquenchable in her thirst for the forbidden tryst.

The air snapped and crackled with electric tension. I lay frozen beneath Zeus as my slick cocoon acclimated. His immense strength breathed through every fiber of his chiseled body as he effortlessly hoisted my ankles to rest upon his colossal shoulders. An amalgamation of primal fear and longing excitement twisted in my hazel eyes, and my anxious mind churned hesitation for what would follow. My knees tickled my cheekbones. I was exposed and at my most vulnerable in this position. I hesitated, fearing the pain and annihilation. There was Zeus, a god capable of splitting mountains with a flash of a single thunderbolt, guiding his formidable glory, breaching my most venerated gate. Only moments earlier, or had it been hours, both hands and my mouth had been unable to absorb every decadent inch. In this pretzeled orientation, surely, his penetrating bulbous crown would bruise my spine – FROM THE INSIDE!!

Nevertheless, Zeus transuded calm as he moved with deliberate reassurance, guiding me into a rhythm that promised both passion and security. To my astonishment, I could feel the simmering heat of his royal jewels against my tender flesh. My Inner Goddess scoffed, shaking her head at my lack of trust. The sheer enormity of his glory could have easily overwhelmed me, yet beginning with a persuasive grace, he carefully orchestrated my embers, kindling a punishing firestorm that left me comatose, a prisoner to the galvanizing zenith of my pleasure. 

• – – – – – Nothingingess – – – –   –

Swathed in darkness, I was unafraid; a blanket of softness filled the void of the unknown surrounding me. In the depths of this inky space, questions echoed: Where was I? Who was I? Groggy and disoriented, I endeavored to connect my consciousness to my physical self, but the tether remained an elusive link wavering in the velvety nothingness. Something familiar rustled nearby, manipulated by someone moving with padded steps. The earth, no linens, soggy bedding, shifted beneath me, gently pulled by a subtle hand.

With tremendous effort, I willed my scattered atoms to pull themselves back together, urging them to form a single, solid body once more. It felt as though I were lifting a heavy sandbag from my eyelids just to pry them apart. The tip of one pinky finger twitched the first spark of life in my otherwise motionless form. My mind was confused about our growing wakefulness and yearned for the tranquility of Hypnos’ companionship. I ignored the entreaty, pushing through the fog of exhaustion. Something – I had a duty – a responsibility – somewhere to be?

The unseen entity continued to bustle about me. A door was unlatched, and the distinct sound of cotton fabric whooshed through the air as it was shaken out. The act issued a cool breeze that raised goosebumps and whisked a bit more of the fog from my numb mind. Curious, I managed to peek a single eye open to see Hades diligently changing the section of bedding I was not currently occupying. In any other circumstance, I would have lept up to assist, ashamed of my passive observance. Yet the act of opening my eyes had seemed Herculean! 

Oh, how Hades relished the evening’s proceedings. There was that mischievous glint in his eyes as he noticed my faint stirrings. The vivid and scandalous memories of our evening rushed back to me. Zeus!! Gods—where was he? I had failed my hostessly duties!! Shamed colored my cheeks as tears wet my eyes.

My beloved Hades, ever the consummate host, was quick to soothe my consternation. The gods had triumphantly pushed the barriers of my mental and physical capacities. I had unknowingly crossed into the realm beyond, drifting into the serene slumber of the thoroughly ravished. As the stars whispered the secrets of the universe, Hades had seen Zeus to the door and extended his heartfelt gratitude for the god’s pivotal assistance in crafting an evening of unparalleled licentiousness. 

I blinked in mesmerized admiration at the extraordinary and persuasive collaboration the two gods had birthed. It had truly been an affair that transcended the ordinary and dipped into a dimension of the extraordinary. My heart swelled with unspoken gratitude, whispering my thanks into the vast expanse of the twinkling universe.

In my grateful contemplation, Hades’ lips brushed mine with the exceptional tenderness of a consummate lover as he resettled my limp form on the crisp bedding he had so thoughtfully arranged. As he nestled behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief as he seamlessly molded his body to conform to my own. We nestled together in our quiet embrace, wrapped in a gentle promise of enduring trust and the deep intimacy that bound our hearts. I melted into the cherished heat of his powerful form, my soul finding sanctuary and respite in his strong arms. My Inner Goddess, however, would be the death of me. 

The incorrigible hussy had the brazen audacity to subtly wiggle my buttocks against his carved Adonis Belt. With each duplicitous movement, her boldness grew, undulating against his naked skin, creating a tantalizing game of teasing and temptation. My Inner Goddess could not resist wriggling until she sensed the growing satisfaction she craved. Hades gave a rumbling growl as she beckoned, inviting him to dance with her once more.

I craned my chin over my shoulder, catching his lips and locking them in an indescribable kiss. Hades rose and straddled my waist. Nevertheless, he paused, caught in the transition between pensive hesitation and claiming lust, unsure as to the validity of my teasing after my strenuous ordeal. His silent question lingered in the air above me. My Inner Goddess knew it was only his gentlemanly love that held him at bay, and his desire was unmistakably evident as his glory strained to reclaim my innermost sanctuary.

My Inner Goddess continued to lead, bucking my hips upward with indiscreet zeal to meet him halfway. Despite weariness creeping into my bones, my Inner Goddess ascended on her resplendent wings, infusing strength within me with every pulsating heartbeat. The regal deities may have tested my threshold, and I might have been briefly rendered comatose; nevertheless, it did not officially count as “tapping out.” I had merely rested my eyes. Any mortal would surely understand the need for a fleeting reprieve.

I grappled beneath the converging climax, seizing Hades’ body with my nails as I struggled under his relentless assault. In the darkness of his pavilion, the crescendo of our battle reached its pinnacle. Even as my thoughts teetered on the verge of my mushrooming climaxes from Hade’s volatile attack, I wondered just who would emerge victorious. My mind began to crumble, swallowed by the swirling vortex of our clashing bodies until I knew no more.

Until next time, XO. Elsie