Just A Little Scene: You My Goddess 2

[Salamando]

It is indeed “a few days” before you visit me again. I suppose I should have been mindful that there is significant difference between a “few” for a goddess and a “few” for a mere mortal. Of course, under your unceasing sexual assault on my mind and body, I have lost all since of time. Your power has not slacked one iota since you left, and my mind is all but lost in the hurricane of sensual teasing your power visits upon me; the sexual pressure in my body is utterly immense.

Eventually, however, you do reappear in my place. As your power jolts my mind back into at least some degree of awareness of my surroundings again, I quickly learn that you are not alone. Three sets of footsteps approach me. A voice I don’t recognize says, “Holy shit! You weren’t kidding about him! How long has he been like this?”

You think for a moment. “Hmm… well, let’s see. I kinda forgot he was here, so its definitely been a little while,” You pull out your phone and check to see when I last called you. “Oh, wow; it’s been like two months! Boy, you are so lucky my friends here reminded me about you. Jeez!”

A third voice speaks up, “Yeah, and it wasn’t even like it was on purpose. We were just at the bar, shooting the shit, and I mentioned something about teasing the bar tender.”

You nod, continuing, “And BAM! I just suddenly remembered. I knew I’d forgotten about something a while ago. But still, like they say, out of sight, out of mind, I guess.” The three of you give a light laugh.

My only response is a ragged sound, halfway between a pathetic whimper and choked wail of anguish. You give me a look almost like you’re wondering what my problem is. Your eyes then fall on my cock, which lurches ridiculously, still being tormented by your pleasure.

You snap your fingers with an “aha!” look on your face. “Oh, right, you probably want to cum, don’t you?” I nod manically. “Now, now, not so fast. Jeez, you’re so greedy. First, I think you owe my friends here a thank you for reminding me to get you out of this predicament.” I try to talk, but your power keeps my lips closed, so I can only continue moaning, tears streaming down my eyes.

“Ah, look at him, he’s so grateful, he’s crying!” says your one friend.

“Still, I’m not hearing any thank yous,” says the other.

I try to scream my thanks, but I am still muffled. You sigh dramatically. “You are just so stubborn! I could just leave you like this for another year, you know. Do you want that? Because I will totally do it, right now.” I shake my head vehemently. “Well, if you’re just too proud to verbally thank them, perhaps you can show your appreciation in other ways.” Even through the mind-rending pleasure your power was still visiting upon me, I could tell that you could barely hold back a wicked laughter.

I felt my body rise off the chair to which your power previously bound me. I was then floating to another room, and felt myself then being laid down and spread out on the bed, my arms and legs held down by your power towards each corner of the mattress. I felt the weight of two people climb onto the bed with me. I shook my head again, desperate pleas failing to escape my sealed lips. Suddenly, your breath tickled my ear. “I believe I did tell you the fun was just beginning,” you whisper. I thrash in your invisible bonds, desperate to escape what I know is coming.

I was already experiencing continuous stimulation to my penis, your power beaming pleasure directly into my nerves and continuously feeding sexual excitement into my psyche. For the past two months, you power had been redlining me through soul-rending pleasure, without ever allowing me the final release, even once. It was more pleasure than a mortal mind or body could bear, and only your power kept me conscious and aware and physically healthy enough to experience every moment. All that is nothing compared to what I felt next.

As I feel the mouths of your two friends touch my penis with only the lightest of kisses, the pleasure effects of your power triple in intensity. And when they pull away, the pleasure stays tripled. When they each kiss my penis a second time, and the pleasure triples again. Every touch raises me higher, multiplying the pleasure. And when they mount me and fuck me to several delicious orgasms apiece, every stroke of their pussies, every up, every down, triples the pleasure in a continuous exponential increase.

All while this happens, you mount my face and unseal my lips, forcing me to eat you out once more. My body moves on instinct alone, perhaps aided a bit by your power guiding my motions. As you cum, again and again, from my mouth, you smile with absolute rapture as you watch my mind disintegrate completely into nothing…

***

I lurch awake with a gasp. I’m no longer tied down, and I can open my eyes again. I am naked, still on the bed. There is a dull ache in my balls and my penis is still hard, twitching away, but it is finally no longer being stimulated. My mind feels a little fuzzy, but I can finally think again.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

I nearly leap out of my skin, and jerk to my right to see you sitting there, fully clothed. You smile sweetly at me.

“Wh-what… what happened?”

You shrug. “I got a little carried away, I guess, and I couldn’t keep you together anymore. The pleasure and arousal became too much even with my power keeping you going, so you died. Don’t worry, I brought you back.”

I look at you with utter shock, my mouth agape. “You… you can do that?!”

You shrug again. “Sure. No big deal. Just a quick rebuild. I even managed to glue your mind back together. You might be a little shaky for a while, but you should be okay by tomorrow or so.”

“You really are a goddess…” I say in wonder.

You grin. “Yep! And maybe next time you’ll be a little more respectful.” I nod quickly. “So, with that settled, I guess you would finally like to cum, hmm?”

I swallow hard. The ache in my balls is quite strong now that I turn my attention back to them, and my penis still remains tense as a steel trap ready to spring. “Yes, yes, please. Uh, I mean, yes, my goddess.”

You smile with amusement and say, “Okay.”

Instantly, I explode. I jerk back onto the bed, my body thrashing, and me crying out and gasping as huge ropes of semen erupt from my penis with such force, the shots hit the far wall. The ejaculation goes on and on, well past what a normal orgasm should, and you laugh as my gasps turn into pleas once more. The relief of release becomes more torment as the stings of post orgasm stimulation kick in. A minute goes by, then two, then three, semen continuing to launch at full blast from my cock. Just when I think I’m about to black out, it finally stops.

You laugh again as you see me, hosed down with my own seed. Standing up, you step up to me, and drag your finger along my stomach and collect a dollop of semen along your finger. Licking it clean you say, “Mmmm, creamy.” You put your hand on your hip. “A paltry offering, but I suppose I can be a little lenient on you this time. But just remember, this goddess isn’t always so merciful.”

I balk, unable to stop myself from muttering, “You call… two months of torture… merciful?”

“Oh, hun, this is nothing. This is what I call foreplay.” You laugh as I go pale. Before I can say anything else, you mystically teleport away, leaving me to clean up my mess, and shudder in fear, awe, and admittedly excitement at the thought of what else you could do to me.

[royb5000]

Awesome as always, would love to see another continuation of this one.

[Salamando]

Awesome as always, would love to see another continuation of this one.

Thanks again! I might continue with this character if I can; kind of the problem with setting the bar so damn high with her torments is, once you hit the inhuman pleasure levels by the end of the first scene, the effects just start to blur and become academic. So, it's hard to continue off when what I already consider a super intense scene to "just be the foreplay."

Still, I got an idea I could maybe branch off from this...