No Magic Here

Why a god, when you could have a goddess. She'd be five foot two, have long pink hair, because why not, and she'd be gorgeous. 36, 24, 36 measurements, double D breasts, piercing blue eyes, full rosy lips. She'd be a... What would she be the goddess of? Love? No. Zarin decided. That would be obvious with a goddess, but he really didn't want her turning on him afterwards. So what were his other options? Storms? War? Peace? No! He thought, and suddenly smiled a not so nice smile of his own. The goddess of eastern facing doors, and only eastern facing doors. She'd have the power to open them at will, and close them whenever she pleased. She wouldn't be able to cause any actual damage, and that would ease his conscious a bit. Now for himself.

He wanted power, but what kind? He felt a upsurge of guilt, but crushed it as he thought about it. This would be a onetime thing only, so he had to choose very carefully. What did he want? Fire powers? The power to be invisible, or to fly? No those were too cliché, and besides he wanted true power. He wanted to change things, to affect people. Mind control? Tempting. Too tempting. No. No he should... Power. Why not something that could give him all of the above and more? It was true that this world had no magic, but it an overabundance of imaginative people, who all wrote about magic in books and stories, movie, and YouTube videos. Why not tap into that? The ability to tap into any book, any movie or video, and pull whatever he wanted out of them. He'd have unlimited power then, with only just one ability.

Zarin licked his lips nervously. He shouldn't be doing this, he knew he shouldn't. This was too far, too much. A less tempting power might be better. Power over the wind, control of nature, or maybe the power to move pencils, and only pencils with his mind. What would be the point then? He asked himself. If he was doing this, he might as well do it properly. Go big or go home, and he was not going home. He thought with a grimace, and started writing on the cloth. It took him a little while, he made sure to include specific details on everything, and tried to close any loopholes he could think of. When he was done he rolled it up, and turned around.

"I'm done." He said, and handed it to It.

"Good! Let me see." It said, and Zarin felt a sudden surge of panic. Oh shit! He thought. I didn't even consider that it might actually read it. What if it... Wait can it even read? It said it had the gift of tongues, so it could speak English, but could it read it? It was worth a gamble.

"Sure here." Zarin said as calmly as he could, and handed it to It. It unrolled the cloth and looked at the writing on it with a frown. Zarin watched his face like a hawk, and with bated breath. A momentary flash of confusion passed over It's face, and then he coughed. "Um yes. Yes this looks good. Very good. Well done mortal." It said finally, and Zarin smiled.

"Thank you. I hope you find it to your liking." He said, and It nodded.

"Yes of course! Why wouldn't I?"

"No reason."

"Right. Now let's get this done. I have more worshipers to acquire." It said, and Zarin held his breath. It touched its pinky to the cloth, and the glow left its finger. The cloth burst into blinding light, and Zarin shielded his eyes. "It's working! I can feel it working!" It shouted, its voice changing tone, growing lighter, softer, more feminine. Suddenly Zarin doubled over in pain and fell to his knees.

His head was on fire, and Zarin screamed in pain. A sharp jab of blinding pain wormed its way into his mind, twisting around, making room for itself. Zarin writhed on the ground. The pain seeped into his skull, and then spread out towards the rest of his body. His arms and legs erupted in mountains of agony, his legs twitched and shook as if his bones were being shattered over and over again. He could feel the power. It was trying to destroy him, testing him, trying to see if he was worthy of it. Zarin snarled, and forcibly stopped his body from shaking. He had endured pain before. Many times. Physical rarely, but emotional, mental, and much more. Those he was an expert at, and if this power thought it could conquer him so easily, it was sorely mistaken.

"I am the master of my fate!" Zarin growled through gritted teeth, bringing his knees under him, and slowly rising to his feet. He could feel the power fighting back, struggling to get him back on the ground, to subjugate him, to control him. "Never! I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul!" He cried, and dragged himself to his feet. The power resisted, but he beat it back with all the force of his will. It tried to stop him, it tried to regain control. It struggled to restore itself to being the one in control. It didn't want to bend to his will, it wanted to control, not be controlled. Slowly though, gradually, he crushed its resistance. The pain receded, the power quelled. For now. He opened his eyes, and his jaw dropped as he stared at the vision before him.

***

SexKitten opened her eyes. Wait what? SexKitten? Who was SexKitten? What was going on? She thought as she opened her eyes. She looked down and gasped. Her robe had burnt away with the force of the prayer. She was completely naked, and she marveled at her new body. Creamy skin, with just the faintest hint of a pink hue, rosy nipples, standing proud and erect with arousal, on two massive mounds of flesh. Her pink hair fell around her shoulders, and she gasped as she shoved it back. Her hands were soft, and her nails perfectly manicured. They looked to have neon purple paint on them, but she suddenly knew that they were naturally that color. She felt a wave of strange feelings and sensations wash over her, and suddenly felt liquid running down her legs. She looked down, and was surprised to find the fingers of one of her hands pumping in and out of her shaven pussy. She stopped with a yelp, and pulled her fingers out of her. She felt suddenly empty, and stumbled over to the bench, where she fell in a shuddering huff.

"What did you do to me?" She gasped out, and looked to find the mortal on his feet in front of the bench, his eyes closed. When they opened she saw triumph in his gaze. He looked at her, and his jaw dropped. His gaze roamed over her body, and she crossed her arms over her chest nervously. That only caused her to feel the soft suppleness of her new breasts, and she jerked her hands way in surprise.

"I." He began, gasping for breath as he did so. The mortal was covered in sweat, and looked like he'd run a marathon, rather than just gotten some sort of power. "I did what you asked. I prayed to you, and gave you a form." He said, and she felt her blood boil.

"This isn't what I wanted!" She snarled, and prepared to lash out at him with her power. She could feel it restored, and even doubled. She now had more power than she'd ever had before, but she couldn't use it, she suddenly realized. Not unless it had something to do with a... An eastern what? "A door. You made me the goddess of eastern facing doors?!" She cried, and he shrugged.

"It seemed like the thing to do at the time."

"You bastard! You named me... SexKitten?"

"Well considering your new body, I thought it appropriate."

"How dare you! I negotiated in good faith! I gave you power, and I..."

"Would've killed me immediately after you got yours." He replied, and she blushed. How had he known? She'd given nothing away. She'd played him like a fiddle. Men were so easy too... Wait didn't she used to be a man? No. She'd been an It, and its had no gender. Truly it didn't really matter what gender an It became, but a woman named SexKitten, and the goddess of Eastern facing doors? How humiliating. She thought, and felt another wave or arousal sweep through her body. She moaned and felt her fingers straying back to her swollen clit.

"Oh god!" She moaned. "What did you do to me?"

"I ah." He began, and then his words trailed off as he saw her fingers pumping in and out of her wet hole. He blushed, and looked away. "Well I wasn't sure if you'd be able to strike back at me after this whole mess, so I made it to where the more humiliated or embarrassed you are, the more aroused you are. I just did it on the spur of the moment. I didn't think that..."

"No you didn't!" She growled, and her eyes fell to his crotch. His blue jeans had a distinctive lump in them, and she licked her lips in sudden desire. "You didn't fucking think of anything, you goddamned, fucking bastard!" She snarled, and leapt up from the bench, she hurtled towards him, and he barely had a chance to take a step back before she was on him. She drove him to the ground, and locked her lips onto his. His eyes widened in surprise, and she shoved her tongue into his mouth with frenzied urgency. He tasted fantastic! SexKitten reached down to the mortal's waste, and began fiddling with the unfamiliar clasps of his belt.

"Mmm wait!" He cried, and tried to pull away from her, she snarled, and pulled his lips back to hers. When she'd become a goddess, she was gifted with incredible strength, and she intended to use it. The mortal tried to resist, but she pushed his arms, down and glared at him until he stopped trying to escape, then she ripped his belt apart, and undid the clasps of his belt. She felt like her body was on fire! All she wanted was his cock inside of her. It didn't matter how, and she shoved his pants down around his ankles, followed shortly by his boxers. He made a sound of protest, and she lightly slapped his face, and turned around, shoving her dripping slit into his face, and taking his pole in her hands.

SexKitten took a second to stare at the mortal's cock hungrily, before lightly licking the tip. He whimpered, and suddenly his cock jerked in her hands, and a white substance sprayed from it, hitting her in the face, and some of it falling into her open mouth. She closed her mouth in shock, and her eyes widened at the taste. It was earthy, musky, and entirely delicious. She smacked her lips in though, and then glanced down in sudden panic when his cock began to shrink.

"I... I'm a virgin. I've never..."

"Shut up!" She hissed, and jammed her pussy into his face, and began licking his shrinking shaft. He moaned in protest, and the sound made her pussy vibrate. She shivered, and began to grind her hips back and forth instinctively. Suddenly the mortal drove forwards, his tongue sinking into her eager hole, and she sighed with relief as he began licking her up and down in smooth strokes of his tongue. She frowned slightly. She wasn't sure if that was how it was supposed to go, but she wasn't complaining. She resumed lavishing his cock with attention until it was proudly erect again, and then she stopped, and spun around. The mortal's eyes were glazed over, and he reached for her hungrily.

SexKitten pushed her suddenly eager lover down on the ground, and bent down for a long kiss, tasting her own juices on his tongue, and being overwhelmed with sudden pleasure. She gasped, and felt the pleasure build until she felt like she was going to explode. SexKitten screamed at the sky as her orgasm hit, and collapsed on top of the mortal, who pulled her in to a kiss, and slipped the tip of his cock into her wet hole. She shivered, and reached down to grasp his cock in her hand, and guided it into her pussy. She felt a momentary sting of pain as he slipped into her, but ignored it as he began pumping with uncoordinated and wild abandon, which gradually transformed into a steady rhythm. He flipped over so that he was on top, and began to pound away at her, unsure at first, but gradually gaining confidence as he moved.

"I'm going to kill you for this." SexKitten whispered into his ear with a smile. "I don't..." She began, and then broke off in a screaming orgasm as her mind was splintered with pleasure. The mortal didn't stop, but kept pounding away at her, and she groaned as waves of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly her eyes widened with the sensation of suddenly being full, and the mortal slammed his hips into hers and stayed locked within her. His orgasm gave her another one, and she shuddered into unconsciousness, her last memory was of him picking up the pace again.