Goddess for a Night

By Leona Grey

Copyright???Leona Grey, All Rights Reserved

Celeste hit her steering wheel again. She would have to turn around. There was no way her tiny car could cross that much water. The wind picked up as she carefully turned the car around, straining her eyes against the pelting rain. She should have taken the long way around, but no, she thought she could get home before the storm hit. She stopped the car when she heard a loud cracking sound. Then, there was a crash as a tree fell across the road. She lay her head against the cold steering wheel. She was stuck in her dinky car with the crappy heater in the middle of a huge storm.

She did not relish the idea of spending the night in her car. So, she debated over slogging through the rain to reach one of the homes along the road. Unfortunately, those were few and far between, and in the rain at night it was difficult to tell exactly where she was. Car lights made her raise her head. Some kind of SUV was approaching. When it reached the water, a man in a rain poncho got out. He was a big man and he was carrying something. Images of serial killers from dozens of cheap horror movies came and went in her mind. He crossed the water and approached the window. She cowered in her seat until she realized it was Jesse, from the hardware store. ?You okay,? he yelled over the weather. She nodded. He handed her another rain poncho through the crack in the window. As she got out, he put an arm around her and they ran toward his vehicle. When they reached the water, without even asking, he picked her up and carried her through it. She had not realized how strong he was.

His vehicle was blessedly warm as he drove her to his cabin, which somehow managed to be spacious and cozy. Celeste suspected the large fire in the fireplace had something to do with that. It was a very masculine home with lots of wooden decorations and oversized leather furniture. She watched Jesse from the corner of her eye as he took off the poncho. His wet jeans were stuck to his powerful legs and drops of rain glistened in the slight scruff on his jaw. She had always liked him. He was shy and handsome in a rough way. There was a certain expressiveness in his dark green eyes that said he felt things deeply.

He wrapped a heavy quilt around her. ?Here, sit by the fire. I?ll be right back.? She would have watched his butt as he went up the small set of stairs, but his old flannel shirt covered it. Darn. He was back in minutes, having changed into some faded jeans and one of those thermal shirts that hugged a man?s chest and back. ?So, are you a coffee or tea person? I have both.?
?Hot tea would be great right now.?

?You got it.? This time she could see his butt as he walked to the kitchen. Very nice. When he came back with her tea, she found herself tongue-tied. It was one thing to ogle him when he was not looking, but speaking to him was an entirely different matter. ?Were you out there long,? he asked.

?Oh, no. You came at just the right time.?

?Good. I thought I heard a tree fall.?

She frowned. ?You could hear that from here??

He shrugged his broad shoulders. ?I was paying attention.?

They were both silent for a little while. She sipped her tea and looked around, trying to think of something to say. She had warmed up enough to take off her jacket and the quilt. When she turned back to him, he quickly looked away from her chest. She cleared her throat and tried not to blush. ?That?s lovely,? she indicated an eagle carved from some dark wood. ?Where did you get it??

?I made it. I sell things like that to make a little extra money.?

?Well, you do a great job.?

?Thanks.?

Five more minutes of uncomfortable silence passed. ?So, can I look at the ones you have for sell?? That seemed to please him.

?Sure, I have a few back here.? He led her to his workroom, where wooden carvings of all different sizes were lined up on the table. She looked at the largest ones first, ran her hands over the fluid lines of a tree spirit?s face. He watched with interest, noting which pieces she liked. ?I do a little drawing, too. Maybe I could draw you some time.? He watched her from beneath his brows with a small smile. Was this a come-on from shy Jesse?

?Why would you want do that,? she asked with downcast eyes.

?Because I like the lines of your body.? Whoa, definitely a come-on. She was blushing again.

?I thought you were shy,? she murmured.

?I usually am, but I?ve always found you attractive. When I realized it was you in that car, I thought it must be a sign.? Realizing her discomfort, he changed the subject. ?What do you think of these??

He pulled out a small box filled with carved wooden pendants. Some of the carvings were especially intricate, but it was a simple one of a curvy woman?s figure that caught her attention. ?That?s the Goddess,? he offered.

?What goddess??

?THE Goddess. The Great Mother, Goddess of Fertility. She is beautiful, isn?t she??

So, he liked curves. That explained his attraction to her. She tucked a long strand of reddish hair behind her ear, an unconscious gesture of satisfaction. ?You seem to know a lot about goddesses.?

?I should, I follow ?an alternative religion.?

?Really? I?ve always found alternative religions interesting.? There was more to Jesse than she had imagined.????? ?Do you, like, do spells and all that stuff??

?Sometimes.?

?So, when you said you took it as a sign that I was here, you were serious.?

?Completely. I asked for someone to help me with a ritual tonight and you showed up. Don?t take this the wrong way, but I?m glad it was you that got stuck in the storm.?

?Help me with a ritual? was not exactly ?Let?s have dinner,? but she could work with it. Besides, she really was curious about alternative religions and spells and rituals. ?Well, if you?re looking for a virgin sacrifice, you got the wrong girl,? she quipped. He laughed out loud at that, flashing a dimple.

?No, no sacrifices.? He caught and held her gaze. ?I want you to play the Goddess for me.?

?Because I look so much like her,? she said, half-joking.

?You say that like it?s a bad thing.?

She quirked up the right side of her mouth. ?So, what does it mean to play the Goddess??

He stepped closer. ?First, I would give you a cleansing bath. Then, I would decorate your body in a manner befitting the Goddess.? He leaned a little closer. ?Then I, as the Green Man, would worship you in a manner befitting the Goddess, by making love to you.? Holy cow.

?That?s a pretty complex come-on, don?t you think? I mean, I like you but that doesn?t mean I?ll just up and sleep with you because you call me a goddess.?

?So, you won?t help me.? She shook her head. ?What if I could guarantee that you would experience something supernatural??

?For a shy guy, you are really sure of your abilities in bed.?

He looked distressed at that. ?No, I can prove it. Just watch.? He walked over to a foot-tall carving of a bear standing on its hind legs and roaring. He ran his hand over it and the bear turned its head toward her and roared. Holy cow again.

?How,? she breathed.

?Magic. I promise this is not a line. The fact that I wanted to sleep with you anyway is just incidental.? Again that smile with one dimple.

She narrowed her eyes. ?That could have been a trick. Do something else.?

?If I convince you, will you promise to do what I asked?? She considered it. Would it really be that bad to be treated like a goddess by the sexy Jesse? ?Sure.?

?Come on, then.? He took her hand and led her to the back porch. She had not realized that the storm had calmed. ?Watch right there. You will see lightning there?now.? Lightning flashed right where he said it would. He looked at her, very satisfied with himself.

?That could have been coincidence. Do something else.?

He grunted. ?You?re pretty demanding, you know that??

She batted her eyes and fluffed her hair. ?I don?t play a goddess for just anybody.? He shook his head, but she could tell he was amused. He pointed to the far corner of the porch.

?Watch that spot. This will take a moment.? She watched in silence until rain started to fall in just that one spot. It fell in a circle about one foot around without exceeding its boundary.

?Convinced??

?Um, yeah.? He pulled her with him into a bathroom with a huge whirlpool tub and turned on the water. When he began undressing, she got shy again. ?So, how do you afford a place like this? Surely the hardware store doesn?t pay that much.?

?It does when you own it. I just work because I like to.? He poured something into the bathwater and checked the temperature of it. His clothes were on the floor. She could not quite bring herself to look at all of him, so she focused on his chest. His deep chest that connected to broad shoulders and strong arms. He reached for the hem of her shirt and she caught his hands. She was afraid to let him see her. Despite his earlier advances, she knew what she looked like. She was pretty, but nothing more with her long straight hair and ordinary brown eyes and well-padded body.

?I won?t make you do this, Celeste. Just tell me you don?t want to.? She could not look at him. She had given her word to do it if he proved himself, and he had.

She decided to be honest with him. She raised her eyes. ?I?m just not very comfortable with my body.?

He ran his knuckles down her cheek. ?I bet I can fix that. If you?ll let me.? Slowly, he began to raise her shirt. She would not look at his face, just in case he was disappointed. He bent down and took off her socks, unbuttoned her jeans, and peeled them down her legs. She felt his breaths coming warm and fast against her belly. Still kneeling, he unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. He breathed deeply from right in front of her as he pulled her silky, blue panties off. ?I could look at you all day,? he said softly, so close to her skin. Surprised, she looked into his eyes. He seemed serious. For the second time, he picked her up and placed her in the tub. ?Relax for a minute. I?ll be right back.? The water was just the right temperature, and she sank back against the side of the tub.

Minutes later, he came back in and dropped honeysuckle blossoms into the water before joining her. He began bathing her and she found herself lulled by the scent of honeysuckle and the feel of his rough hands. He pulled her forward and turned her around. ?Lean back, I?m going to wash your hair,? he said softly. He massaged her scalp as he did so. When she sat up, she finally had the courage to look at all of him. His penis curved up, long and thick, toward her.

?Let me wash you,? she said in a husky voice.

?Oh no, tonight I serve the goddess.? He rose to dry himself and she forgot to breathe at the sight of his hard body covered in drops of water. He lifted her from the tub and smoothed the towel over her curves with a gentle but firm touch. He noticed her reaction when he grazed the backs of her knees. Then, he combed her hair. She had always loved that feeling. His eyes were soft and warm as he pulled her back into the living room to stand before the fire. A soft, fuzzy blanket lay on the floor, as well as some paints and a paintbrush. He dipped the brush into the green paint and dragged it just inside her hipbone. She shivered at the feel of it.

?Aren?t you supposed to use the edible kind,? she asked playfully.

He smiled up at her. ?You?ll like this better, believe me.? He had painted a bit of honeysuckle vine growing up her hip. Leaning forward, he breathed on it and it became real. A cool bit of greenery lying against her skin, she touched it lightly and smiled with wonderment. He grinned. ?See what I mean?? For the next half hour, he painted her with honeysuckle vines and breathed them to life. It was a sweet torture to stand naked in front of a fire, to feel the cool paint on the soft brush and the warm breath following its path. When he got to her back, he kissed her just above the tailbone and rubbed his cheek over the spot before resuming the process ?You are so soft. It?s difficult to finish because I keep wanting to stop and enjoy the feel of you.? She smiled at him over her shoulder. ?It?s a good thing I?m almost done. Oh, I should warn that I may look different after this.?

She didn?t know what to make of that, but when he finished he did, indeed, look different. His hair was a bit longer and shaggier, his eyes a little wild and he held himself differently, more like an animal than a man. And were those horns sticking out of his hair? She reached out and touched one. It was a horn! Well, if she had vines growing off of her, she supposed he could have horns. One other thing was different, his penis had gotten even bigger. He smiled wickedly at the expression on her face. ?And now, my goddess, I worship you.? He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, rubbing his face across her breasts. His whiskers abraded her smooth skin. He kissed and nipped and licked his way down her stomach to the curly hair between her legs. He breathed deep, as he had before. He slid both arms between her legs and picked her up under her butt, placing her thighs on his shoulders so that he could taste the tender flesh of her pussy. She sucked in a breath because of how good it felt and the strength it must have taken for him to hold her like that. ?Great Goddess, you even taste like honeysuckle,? he said against her.

While still circling the small peak of her clitoris with his tongue, he stood and walked to the staircase. She leaned back against the handrail. ?Hold on,? he said in a voice gone gravelly with lust. Supporting her hips and low back with his arms, he began to taste her in earnest. He thrust and swirled his tongue in and around with low groans, as if he could not help himself. She gasped and moaned at the glorious sensations in her clenching pussy. She felt the storm building again. They were calling it back with their passionate abandon. When she came with an orgasm that would not allow her to make a sound, the thunder made it for her, shaking the ground to match the quivering in her thighs.

His eyes held a savage satisfaction as he lowered her onto his waiting cock. She moaned at the feel of him entering her. She was wet down to the insides of her thighs and still having aftershocks in her inner muscles. When he was fully inside, she gripped him tight and he sucked in a breath. He thrust and ground up at her while kneading and sucking on her breasts. She sucked and bit his mouth and neck. Another orgasm. More lightning, more thunder. When she regained her breath, she ordered him to lie down. Turning her back to him, she slid herself down onto his penis and rocked back and forth, holding onto his legs. He dug his fingers into her hips and helped her rock faster. His breathing was harsh. Her stomach muscles jerked when he sat up and started circling her clit with his fingers as he kissed her shoulders until her eyes closed and her head flew back. More lightning, pelting rain, another orgasm.

Next, to the couch, he was still inside her, both of them on their knees. He put her right knee up on the couch and thrust hard and deep. She could not help but clench the hand in his hair. Then, he pulled back and entered her only shallowly eight times. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his horns, she wanted more. Another hard, deep, fast thrust, so poignant after the softer ones. He kept doing that. Thrusting shallowly, fewer each time, then one hard and deep on her g-spot. She was moaning constantly. When she started to buck back at him, he pulled them both to their feet and pushed her head down. She braced her hands on the floor and put her feet together, squeezing him in retaliation. He cried out and twitched inside her. The control he had worked so hard to keep throughout the night was slipping. He would be coming soon. She smiled at the knowledge and thunder rumbled.

He thrust wildly and without rhythm, squeezing her hips until, she knew, she would carry the prints of his fingers for a few days. The pain just gave a sharper edge to the pleasure, made it sweeter. The uncontrollable need she felt from him and the feel of him ejaculating into her, forced her into another orgasm. He yelled his release. Lightning and thunder shook the house, the lights flickered, the rain stopped. They sank down, unable to do more than breathe and clasp each other.

Celeste awoke late the next morning wrapped in warm man and blanket. She was sore and exhausted with paint all over her. Jesse was himself again, as well. The wooden Goddess pendant hung from a leather cord around her neck, and the rain fell soft and quiet. She smiled.

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Leona Grey lives in the South, about ten miles away from The Middle of Nowhere. Her home is far enough away from civilization that she can let her dark side out to play when she so desires. She loves her family, reading, writing, dancing, and walking around her house naked when her child is not there. Erotic romances are her guilty pleasure and she wonders if she should be worried that writing them seems so natural. Tell her what you think. She loves to hear from readers. She can be contacted by email at?leonagrey@yahoo.com. Or feel free to visit her website:?www.leonagrey.com.

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