I Love Luci Ch. 14

She whimpered and moaned, her lower body bucking with carnal excitement. Her eyes were wide and almost afraid, but also burning with a maddened passion that sent flames licking through Lucifer as he watched her let go of her last ounce of control and her cry of pleasure as Dionysus continued to take her changed from a high pitched wail to the low rumble of mindless, raw, sexual fulfillment as she moaned out a single, long bovine noise, her body shaking and collapsing into Dionysus's arms, her body releasing a torrent of warm, wet passion-scented fluid all over the large anthropomorphic cock that slowly slid out of her, along with copious amounts of snowy white semen which dripped teasingly from her cunt and down her thighs.

Dionysus looked a little shaken himself as he released her and allowed his form to reshape into his usual human-appearing self, though still shamelessly naked. His cock still at half-mast and dripping in her essence. "She grips a man's cock like a fist," he said in slight awe. "And she absorbs more than merely his seed," he added arching Lucifer a look. "I see why they're afraid of her... and why you would do anything to keep her."

Hathor began removing the breast pumps from Gwen's breasts, but paused to pet the woman's wild red hair, which was in a glorious riot of post-sex snarls. "Such a good girl," she said with a smile. "First time in the machine and she exceeded my expectations. Such a pity I cannot keep and breed you, lovely girl."

Gwen blushed deeply. But said nothing and again Lucifer sensed a void in Gwen's thoughts. She seemed to respond instantly to Hathor's touch, her whole body relaxing and leaning into the Goddess's gentle hand.

"Bast theorized extended exposure to the energies of animal gods would affect her deeply," he said, watching Hathor reach into the pail she had brought along and removed a large sea sponge, steaming slightly from being immersed in warm water, scented with oils. She moved around Gwen's well used body, slowly cleaning the sweat, semen and other fluids from the small, still shaking body. For her part, Gwen stayed still and silent, her eyes closing in pleasure as Hathor cleaned her massive, still dripping udders, down her creamy curves and began to gently caress between the mortal woman's still parted thighs.

"And still so excited," Hathor observed, as her cleansing ministrations drew another low moan from Gwen, and her back arched a little further, presenting her flanks to the Goddess, still red and well used from Dionysus's sexual assault. "Even my natural cows aren't this needy when in heat."

"A rare creature indeed," Dionysus said, his hand reaching out to caress the woman's now clean ass and hips. He raised his odd lavender eyes to Lucifer, all mirth and amusement gone. "Has her fate been decided then?"

"A trial has been issued," Hermes answered instead. "A test of her love." Dionysus arched a brow in inquiry.

"I am to show her the reality of myself," Lucifer said tonelessly, still caressing Gwen's cheek as she nuzzled his hand in reflex, like a kitten starved for pets.

Dionysus sat down on the feather cot at the end of the room, looking perplexed and slightly shocked himself. "That... I mean, I support dancing on the edge of insanity. But what you're suggesting is..."

"I know." Lucifer looked over Gwen's body and met the eyes of each Celestial. Finally, he looked at Hathor, who had abandoned the sponge once she had cleansed all the way to Gwendolyn's feet, and the cute, cow eared woman looked more than a little concerned. "If I fail, Hathor...

she will never be able to return home. Can I... will you care for her should the worst befall her?"

"Of course," Hathor said seriously, her calming hand petting Gwen's body gently. Her very touch seemed to keep Gwen passive and still. Lucifer doubted she was absorbing any of the conversation at all. He could sense her essence on the outer edges of her mind, but her thoughts seemed to be on a loop of contentment, pleasure, and absorbing the peace of Hathor's touch.

"I tried to keep her lucid," Dionysus said almost ruefully. "Her choice. But she seems almost made for this place. Her mind kept slipping into being little more than a sensory tool for her to experience pleasure. It is rare that one can elude me. I see why everyone is so enamored. She could so easily be rewritten... I think in some senses she does it to herself daily. Wiping away the last version of herself so that whichever persona is in control can create her core anew. There was a time that alone would have had her kneeling at my feet. She dances on a line of madness perpetually."

Lucifer closed his eyes against the sight of Hathor petting Gwen, then manually milking her pendulous breasts into a fresh, empty pail. Gwen was making low, whimpering noises followed by an almost sigh of release as fluid jetted forth from her nipples. He hadn't thought he could be harder than he had been while watching Dionysus take her as he had, in animal heat and with an all-consuming passion. He had been very wrong.

"Good girl," Hathor cooed at Gwen, who continued to lean into the Goddess, her expression soft and vacant. "Such a good girl," she said, kissing Gwen's lips. "Sweet, strawberry scented girl. If I could keep you, I'd call you Strawberry."

Hermes chuckled and motioned for Hathor to finish up. "I would not be surprised if she wants to come back to visit soon. I promise she'll always have a way to get here if you and Herne come to terms on the matter."

Hathor clapped and bounced up and down, delighted. "Oh yes, please!" She squealed, her soft calf ears flopping beside the brown curls of her long ponytail.

"Come on, cutie," Hermes said tossing an arm around Hathor's short frame. "Why don't you show me the dairy? Is it true you can make cheese from humans?" He winked at Dionysus as he led the tiny fertility goddess to the door. "Aren't you curious, little brother?"

As if he couldn't help indulging the cute girl with the soft cow-ears, Dionysus stood and followed them to the door.

"Hermes."

Lucifer's voice was like a knife in the darkness. Hermes turned back in response, a single brow arched.

"We aren't done talking, you and I. Don't go far." Lucifer said without raising his voice.

"Don't fuck this up, Morningstar," Hermes replied with equal calm, though the ice in his pale eyes hinted at something simmering beneath the cool tone. "Or you won't like how that conversation ends."