God of Lust and Dreams Ch. 01

Amara sought refuge from the rain in some old ruins long lost in the depths of the forests of Lothar. She'd been on the run for several days and had kept moving for as long as she could. She'd long hated the Lotharian tradition of arranged marriages and when her father announced her own wedding would take place within a week, Amara had chosen freedom and fled.

She knew her father and her unwanted fiance would send men after her and so she'd kept moving as long as she could, barely stopping to rest and nibble the small handful of food she'd stolen from the kitchens on her way out. But now she was exhausted, and the nonstop pouring rain had worn her the rest of the way down.

In the grey light and curtain of rain, Amara couldn't make out many features of the ruin, but she quickly took shelter in one of the few rooms with an intact ceiling. There were the remains of a fireplace on one wall, and long destroyed furniture that may have been a bed along another wall. Bits of colored glass near an window opening hinted at once had been stained glass. Thick layers of dust lay everywhere amongst the rubble. Amara shivered in the cold wet clothes she wore and quickly stripped. Her pack was also soaked through, she quickly discovered, leaving her spare clothes unwearable. Worse, the bread she'd taken was mush. She forced herself to swallow it anyway, grimacing in disgust. But with no idea of when she'd be able to pick up more food, every bit counted.

Then she tucked herself in behind some rubble, hoping that would serve to not just hide her from searchers, but also that the small space would help build up the heat from her body, keeping her at least a little warm. Then, shivering, she fell into an uneasy sleep...

Warmth soon soothed her into a deeper slumber and Amara slept the day away. When she woke, the soft blankets of the bed made her snuggle in a little deeper. She'd never felt anything so soft and she was tempted to sleep a little longer. But the feeling that something wasn't quite right soon opened her eyes.

Moonlight poured through the stained glass window to her left and a merry fire burned in the fireplace across the room. Her last memory was of a cold and damp ruin, not this cozy place. Confused, Amara sat up, shoving the blankets away. "I'm dreaming..."

"You are," agreed a voice.

Turning, Amara saw a man lounging in a chair, watching her. In that way that dreams had, this seemed perfectly normal, as did the silken robe he wore around his dark skin. His eyes were a dark shining gold and they seemed to look straight into her soul. Yet she was unafraid of this man.

"You were freezing to death, my dear. I don't have much power left to me, but I have enough to bring you here and warm you up. Breakfast?" With a wave of his hand, a tray of fruit and cheeses appeared on the bed next to Amara, with a steaming cup next to them.

Reaching for the cup, she took a sip of the dark brown beverage and made a moan of pleasure at the taste.

"Hot chocolate," the man said. She'd only heard of this before, but never tasted it. It came from the western kingdoms and Lothar had long been at war with them.

"Who are you?" she asked the man.

"Zymos," he said with a shrug.

Amara gasped, her eyes growing wide. Zymos was the name of one of the old gods, who'd been wiped out during the early days of the kingdom, hundreds of years before. Lothar, the warrior priest for whom the kingdom had been named, had led a holy war on the old gods and their sinful followers. Lothar had purified the land for the worshipers of the new god and destroyed the evil decadent ways of the old religion. The town priest had told them many tales of the evil old gods, especially those Zymos, the god of corruption and perversion. He lured in innocent and pure youths, leading them to drink and fornicate and poison the souls of other innocents.

Zymos was frowning at her. "I hate that word, fornicate. And I don't poison souls... I do corrupt souls, but only the willing. And yes, I am reading your mind a little." He sighed, meeting her shocked and widened eyes. "Let me be honest. I'm dying. I have no worshipers left. I was the god of lust and dreams. My blessings gave poets their words and old couples their passions. I encouraged love in the young and freedom in women. I abhorred things like arranged marriages. I freed people from repression. Sure, I also enjoy the dark side of sex and lust, but even bondage and Dominance had their places. But I was never the monster Lothar convinced his soldiers I was."

He leaned over and took up a piece of fruit from the tray. "Amara, I have a deal for you. If you say no, then you'll wake up, warm and fed. Your clothes will be dry and you'll be free to move on and continue running. I'll even use a little power to give you a blessing to help you escape. But say yes... Say yes, and you'll have the power to free others like yourself. To protect yourself from those that want to control you. Worship me, Amara. Help bring me back. Use the power I can give you to convert others, to push back the invader god and set this land free again. Some of my brothers and sisters have already perished, but others still have some life left. With your help, I can save them and your people. We'll stop the wars with the other kingdoms. Let children laugh again and bring life back to the fields. Lovers can hold hands again and musicians will sing of love once more. Please, Amara..." Zymos reached out a hand.

"Wha-- what would I have to do?" she asked. She had to be honest, the god made her body feel alive just by looking at him. His glowing eyes seemed to the be most real thing she'd ever seen and she wanted his out held hand on her skin. No one had ever made her feel so alive before.

"Take my hand," the god replied. "Let me touch you, kiss you. I'll show you the pleasure to be had in sex. And I'll show you how it can even make pain feel delicious. I'll empty the seeds of my power into you."

Amara hesitated only a moment before taking his hand. "Show me everything, my god."

Zymos smiled and kissed the back of her hand. A warm sensation began where his lips had been and Amara watched as purple ink appeared, forming an odd swirling mark on her pale skin. "A triskelion," the god said, "my symbol." His other hand reached up and touched her cheek. "You're marked now, mine for eternity." His lips touched hers. "Let me show you pleasure tonight."

Zymos cupped one of Amara's bare breast as he lowered his mouth to it. He teased her nipple with his mouth, licking it and sucking it. Then he bit a little, cause Amara to gasp and moan for more. "Just a hint of what's to come," he said with a smirk. He pushed the blankets away from her, the breakfast tray forgotten and fading unnoticed from the dreamscape. The god's hand stroked her thigh causing Amara to writhe. He planted kisses along her stomach, moving lower as he did. His hand touched her sex and he looked up at her. "Lothar's teachings say this part of you is filthy. I'll show you that it's beautiful beyond words." Then he lowered his head between her thighs and Amara cried out as her god licked her.

She'd never experienced anything close to his and it didn't take long for the pleasure of her god's tongue overwhelmed her, coming in waves. As she calmed, her god looked at her with pleasure in his eyes. "That, my sweet, is an orgasm. Lothar taught you that damnation lies in sex for pleasure, but he lied. Salvation lies through tasting your glorious pussy. Cumming is only the first of the blessings I have for you."

Still shuddering slightly from her first orgasm, Amara managed words, "Please, give me everything, my god."

He chuckled. "I'm about to." He straddled her, his manhood standing tall and proud. He took her hands and placed them on his flesh. "Touch my cock, my pretty Amara. Stroke it. Yes, like that. A harder grip... yes, ah, yes. Your hands are so good, that cunt of yours will be even better." Zymos groaned at her touches. "I'm going to give you another blessing, my pet. When a woman experiences sex for the first time, it can be a little painful. But being a god has it's advantages. I'll take that pain away from you..." He took her hands and interlaced their fingers as he leaned down to kiss her. Warmth flooded her body. Then he thrust inside her.

Amara cried out, not in suffering but in sheer joy. That cock filled her in a way she never knew she craved. Her god's name fell from her lips as she ground up against him, taking as much of his flesh as she could. Then he withdraw a little and she let out a sob, "Please, more, don't stop."

Zymos laughed softly, "I have no intentions of stopping any time soon, Amara." He thrust back in, and began fucking her at a slow pace, letting her feel every stroke and every inch of his cock. Her pleasure built again quickly, her pussy walls clenching as she came again and again. Zymos soon began to speed up, fucking her harder and harder until it was becoming too much for even a god to withstand.

"Do you swear to serve me, Amara?" he gasped.

"God, yes!"

"Will you worship me?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Will you save me as I will save you?"

"Fuck, Zymos, yes, please!"

"Will you take my seed, my power and spread it through this land?"

"My god, yes! Fill me, use me!"

Amara cried out as one last orgasm wracked her body.

Zymos roared out his own fulfillment as his seed poured into his new priestess. As balls emptied, he kissed her then lowered himself on top her for a moment, keeping his cock still inside her, reluctant to move lest some of his precious cum spilled out.

Amara, feeling slightly drunk off his power, closed her eyes. She was exhausted beyond words and as she drifted off, she felt her god tenderly kiss her lips again. "You did well, my sweet Amara, so well. Now rest. There are many long days ahead of you... and many more pleasures to be had to make your hardships easier, my pet."

Sleep claimed her and Amara knew no more until dawn, when her father's men stormed the ruins....