Year of the Inner Goddess

December 2024 – Audio Version

I had brought a variety of outfits with me, each chosen with care for the moods I imagined might unfold. But as soon as I arrived, I was swept up in the thrumming magic that pulsed through the ether—an unseen force that wrapped around me like a forbidden lover’s caress. It hummed beneath my skin, teasing and coaxing, until I could no longer resist its tantalizing pull. Invisible currents shimmered with a promise, daring me to surrender to its surreal, hypnotic energy. And so, I changed as the whim of Olympus called to me, letting the enchantment guide my choices, each new outfit more an extension of the world around me than just fabric upon my skin.

A small, sensible voice urged me to maintain propriety, but it was soon drowned by the heady enchantment of the moment. At last, I chose a slight gown of verdant green, the silk clinging scandalously to my form, its silver collar at my throat tight, glittering beneath the soft glow of the twinkling lights around me. Crimson heels, trimmed in delicate ermine, completed the ensemble, the subtle white fluff a nod to the season’s quiet splendor.

I sank comfortably to the floor, my back resting against a plush pouf, the perfumed aroma of mulled wine curling in the suspended haze around me. I sipped at the spices absentmindedly, my gaze wandering over the celestial revelry. Gods and goddesses lounged in languid elegance, their radiant forms glowing with an otherworldly light. Conversations ebbed and flowed like the tides, yet I was content to watch, a silent observer of their divine ease.

Unexpectedly, the god Oryxen appeared by my side.

His presence was so commanding that the very breath of the pavilion seemed to thicken with unspoken power. Carved from the stone of ancient mountains, he was molded in the likeness of Earth’s most formidable guardians. His unflinching eyes gleamed with the quiet intensity of a fathomless sky that has witnessed the wonders of forgotten realms. He was not of this world, yet somehow, he belonged to it—ancient, untamed, and mysterious beyond measure.

The space between us hummed with a gravity that drew one into its orbit with quiet anticipation.

His broad hand unfolded, revealing a slender vial of moonlight glass. My breath caught. Within it, a potion—a salve—one I knew far too well. It had graced my skin before and teased my senses until I had submitted entirely to its wicked magic.

His voice, low and resonant, brushed over me like rich velvet as he made his quiet offer. My mind raced, torn between decorum and desire. Around us, Olympians laughed and reposed, oblivious to the tension that crackled within me. Did I dare? Could I yield to this temptation here, beneath the gaze of gods and goddesses alike?

“To hell with propriety,” nudged my Inner Goddess.

I nodded in silent acquiescence. My exposed thighs parted ever so slightly as I sank back against the pouf, capitulating to the inevitability of his formidable touch. Perhaps he intended only to apply the oil—a mere indulgence in the need swirling at my apex, left to torture me. But I knew better. Oryxen’s fingers, instinctive and calculated, found my treasure with a speed that stole my breath.

The once cool salve began to warm, its heat unfurling in waves of decadent pleasure. Oryzen’s fingers moved with purpose—slow, measured circles that teased my restraint as the heat began to radiate. My lips parted, a soft sigh escaping as the room blurred at the edges of my vision. The robust conversation ebbed and flowed, a distant hum to my own mounting ecstasy.

And still, Oryxen continued his silent ministrations, his touch coaxing every nerve to attention, every thought dissolving in the fire he kindled, aided by the salve’s intoxicating enigma. My body quivered, suspended in the exquisite tension between restraint and concession, as he wielded his mastery over me with unerring precision, each motion intentional and consuming.

The room was a blur of divine light and murmured conversations, yet I felt their eyes—some watching with open intrigue, others with veiled curiosity. Across the expanse, Venus, Oryxen’s queen, reclined with effortless grace, her presence magnetic and warm as June sunlight breaking through clouds. She watched with quiet amusement, a knowing smile playing at her lips as though she were the keeper of a secret meant only for her. And perhaps she was.

Oryxen, his lips hinting with a smile that peeked about the edge of his mouth, released me at last and rose, leaving me adrift in my afterglow. My cheeks burned with a flushed, merry heat, my breath ragged and uneven as the echoes of his ministrations pulsed through me. Slowly, my heartbeat began to steady, though the thrill of it all still danced beneath my skin.

It was then that my glittering eyes caught another gaze—a mischievous twinkle belonging to none other than the most impish of holiday creatures. The Grinch herself, her cheeky chartreuse form exuding a presence of wicked grace, approached me. Her grin, wide and wickedly charming, promised playful malice and boundless cheer as she glided toward me, each step a sinuous dance of delightful mischief.

My Inner Goddess squealed with giddy prolepsis as the Grinch caught me in her mischievous embrace. Her laughter was a melody of delicious chaos as she pressed playful kisses to my lips, cheeks, and throat, each touch sending a ripple of giggles tumbling from my lips. I could do little, hopelessly, blissfully lost in her roguish affection.

Our antics drew knowing smiles from the gathering, their mirth a quiet chorus to our shared folly. With an impish giggle, the Grinch released me, her gaze alight with frisky triumph. I lingered in her wake, reclining amidst the festivities, indulging in spirited libations and delicate morsels as I pleased. 

The Moon Goddess ascended her throne in the heavens, her silver light spilling across the night sky as stars pierced its velvety canvas. I stood at the square basin, goblet in hand, the hot water washing over my hands, soap bubbles trailing down my fingers like fleeting whispers. A gentle shiver coursed through me as broad hands, strong and sure, rested on my shoulders. The unseen presence began to knead away the tension, powerful thumbs tracing measured paths along either side of my spine. Slowly, those hands drifted lower, their touch lingering, before wrapping around my waist and pulling me back against a form as immutable as the mountains. A soft moan escaped my lips as his finger grazed my suddenly alert pearl, the electric jolt of realization sparking through me as his hand subtly slipped beneath the scandalous hem of my garment.

A deep, torrid growl vibrated against my ear, the words “Good girl” tumbling like molten honey from my unseen benefactor’s lips. My Inner Goddess trembled and soared, her wings expanding with unrestrained delight. My body became a composition of sensation—his curious fingers exploring the treasures hidden beneath the silken fabric that clung to my hips, each touch sending charged pulses through my core. My head tilted back, resting against his broad shoulder as his hand wandered, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me entirely.

It was then I knew—Oryxen had returned. His familiar touch resumed its teasing, swirling syncopation, a masterful dance over my pearl that unraveled me with every motion. My breath came in shallow gasps, the goblet in my hand forgotten as I succumbed to the incandescent energy of the night, allowing it to envelop me in its sensual embrace.

Only vaguely aware of the milling throng, lightheadedness swirling about my mind, Oryxen’s inquiry was all I could hear. My Inner Goddess beamed in triumphant agreement as I hurriedly discarded the remaining dishes, a rush of anticipation fueling my every movement. My heart skipped a beat when my Beloved crossed my path, his body flushed from his own revelry, a devilish twinkle dancing in his hazel eyes.

Without hesitation, I slipped my arms around his neck, drawing him into an ardent kiss that spoke of my adoration. The gleam in his gaze matched my own, his fervor rising to meet mine as he returned the kiss with a possessive intensity. My soul hummed with wonder at our mysterious connection as I communicated my destination.

Oryxen’s skill on the horizon and my Beloved’s fiery embrace searing my lips, my feet carried me toward the promise of a night etched in lustful ecstasy. My Inner Goddess radiated pure, unbridled joy. Olympus was truly a realm where passion and communion reigned supreme.

The crystalline lights infused the quiet room, their glow casting soft cerulean shadows against the walls. Only the distant thrum of music and the pounding cadence of my heartbeat filled the silence. Right on time, anxiety nudged its way to the forefront of my mind, but with practiced ease, my Inner Goddess gently ushered the intrusive emotion to a quiet corner. Today was far too magnificent to let anxiety command even a fragment of it.

Garments abandoned, I stepped into the warm radiance of Oryxen’s presence, the air in the bower cooler than expected but thrilling against my skin. His lips met mine with earnest intent, no demand in their pressure, only an unspoken intention. Rising on tiptoe to meet him, our movements entwined as if choreographed by intuition, a dance requiring no words. Each touch stirred the simmering space between us, a subtle rhythm weaving its spell in the transcendency of the season.

As we broke away, my eyes fluttered closed, my lips still parted as if to savor his taste. My breath was shallow, my Inner Goddess humming in premonition, her wings uncoiled and ready. As I rested on the pallet, there was no hesitation, no nerves—only the pure, intoxicating joy of what was to come. Oryxen knelt before me, his gaze piercing, his lips hovering over my trembling center, his presence electrifying every inch of my being.

He began slowly, his lips grazing the delicate skin of my inner thighs, each caress a spark igniting an exquisite fire. His hands gripped my thighs with a firm reverence, sending shivers racing along my spine. My Inner Goddess, wild and impatient, pleaded silently for release, for the delicious hysteria he had promised in the glint of his eyes.

And oh, what sweet madness Oryxen delivered. The first glide of his tongue—soft, deliberate—was a mere whisper of greeting, yet it drew a moan from my lips, low and unbidden. The second stroke ignited every nerve, a crescendo building in my core as I clutched the bedding in trembling fists. My hips arched, my thighs parted wider, and my body melted entirely to him. With every skilled motion, he coaxed my petals open, an immortal deity answering my silent prayers with rapturous attention.

Wave after wave claimed me, a familiar drowning that felt as new and consuming as the first. My mind succumbed to the decadent veneration, unraveling as the god buried his face deeper, nuzzling and shifting with innate ferocity. His oak-like arms encased my trembling thighs, holding me steady as his tongue painted hypnotic patterns, a swirling motion that sent my Inner Goddess soaring. When his flicks quickened, precise and swift as a master painter’s brushstrokes, my cries shattered the heavens, startling the stars as my very essence was devoured. The overwhelming climax was a sweet agony, so intense that my body viscerally writhed, half attempting to escape the relentless ecstasy. Yet his immutable grip anchored me, denying my escape.

At last, he relented, allowing me to collapse onto the dampened covers, my limbs sprawled like a weak starfish. The conscious part of my mind dimly registered movement in the room, but I was adrift, too wrecked to open my eyes. I lay there, panting and gasping, every breath a desperate attempt to rejoin the mortal plane, while my Inner Goddess danced in triumph, her jubilation an ethereal rhapsody.

As the aura settled, my hips and legs shifted instinctively, welcoming the return of Oryxen as he prowled up the bed. His form moved with predatory grace, his powerful silhouette outlined in the cerulean glow of the room. My body quivered in response, the memory of his unrelenting stamina flashing through me, heightening the ache for my destruction. Without hesitation, I presented myself, arms outstretched to pull him close, an unspoken plea etched into my every movement.

He positioned himself with judicious precision, his weight pressing against me in a way that sent sparks racing through my core. The moment he breached my sanctuary, fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids, colors exploding as bliss consumed me anew. Each movement drove me further from reality, his tempo unrelenting, building wave upon wave of pleasure that shattered any tether to my mortal senses. My mind, already teetering on the edge, slipped completely, lost in the euphoria he created.

With every thrust, he carried me higher, his movements a primal roar. My fingers dug into his broad shoulders as I jolted and writhed, completely undone by his inexorable force. Together, we ascended, a tempest that defied reason, until even the stars seemed to bow to the immutable god who held me in his thrall.

My lungs and mind began to cry for mercy, seeking the solace of a brief reprieve. Oryxen, ever attuned, eased his undulation, allowing the intensity of the crescendo to wane. Each exquisite note tapered into silence.

Utterly undone, a fine sheen glistened on my body, catching the soft light like precious dew. My breath came in hoarse, ragged gasps as I lay strewn on the tamp linens, a silly grin tugging at my lips, evidence of my complete forfeit. Limp and sated, I struggled to gather the scattered remnants of myself, piecing together my existence bit by glorious bit, while the Olympian reclined beside me, his presence as stalwart as ever.

My soul was transfixed by the enchantment that filled the surroundings, the kind of sorcery that only comes when the world seems wrapped in a secret glow. We rose, dressed in our splendor, and I continued to mingle with the eternal residents of Olympus. All the while, my heart shimmered like the twinkling lights surrounding me. In the warmth of the evening, I nestled into my Beloved’s arms, his sultry kiss on my forehead lingering like a whispered love note—a silent promise, his animalistic fervor simmering just beneath the surface, ready to claim me the moment we crossed the threshold of his home.

I lifted my gaze to the radiant Moon Goddess, her silver glow cascading over the exuberant world as if the very night itself were enchanted by her touch. With a quiet wink, I offered my gratitude, a silent offering to the arcana that had wrapped itself around my heart, as if she, too, understood the euphoria and salacious musings that stirred within me.

Until next time. XO, Elsie