A knock at the door. Slow, heavy. Confident.
Marla wiped her hands on her too-tight tank top, still damp from the sink. Mike was in the garage, messing with something loud. So, she pulled open the door.
There he stood.
Six foot five. Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that shimmered like a thundercloud. Salt-and-pepper curls, square jaw, a smile --somewhere between cocky and cosmic. His eyes crackled with tiny arcs of lightning.
"Ah. Well. There you are. Yes, good, good. Plump, redheaded, green eyes, and that absolutely divine -- dare I say -- delicious posterior. Yes, yes. Very nice." He leaned on the doorframe, fingers drumming against it.
"Excuse me?" Marla's pulse spiked. Her chest swelled under the tank top.
"Yes, yes, sorry. Zeus. King of the gods. Lightning, thunder, father of, well, too many. But..." He waved a hand, crackling electricity around his fingers. "Been scouring the mortal plane for... someone just like you."
Marla stepped back, the door still halfway open. "Are you... serious?"
"Deadly. Well, not for you. Not yet, at least. I'm, ah, in a bit of a bind. See, I've been ordered -- well, let's just say strongly encouraged to find a mortal with your, ah, generous assets and your... spirited charm." His eyes trailed over her, and for a god, he wasn't even trying to be subtle.
"By who?"
"Hera. She's, ah, well, how do I put this -- jealous. Decided I need to prove I can behave. But if I'm going to be faithful, I figure I should at least have one final, ah, indulgence. One more... mortal tryst. You."
Marla laughed, then stopped when his smile didn't waver. "This is a joke, right?"
He stepped forward. The air around him smelled like fresh rain. "I assure you, my dear, it's anything but."
His hand rose, thumb grazing her cheek. Sparks danced on his skin, warm and tingling.
"So, yes, let's cut to it. You, me, thunder, lightning, passion. If you survive, you'll have tales to tell. If you don't-- well, you'll die very, very satisfied."
Another booming crash from the garage. Mike hadn't heard a thing.
Marla's knees wobbled. "You... you can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm always serious. Just, ah, charming about it." Zeus leaned closer, lips just inches from hers, that electric smile growing. "So, Marla, care to dance with a god?"
Marla crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. "You're not Zeus. Gods aren't real."
He blinked, cocked his head. "Oh, blasphemy. Bold, saucy, adorable blasphemy. I love it." He leaned closer, his voice a low purr. "But you must understand, Marla. I'm very, very real. And very, very... interested."
"You're insane."
"I prefer passionate." He snapped his fingers.
The world tilted. Marla's feet left the ground. Her stomach dropped, air rushing around her, her hands flailing until she realized she was floating. Weightless, spinning gently, her fingers grabbing at nothing.
Her clothes vanished. Gone in a shimmer. Naked. She yelped, tried to cover herself, hands crossing over her chest and between her thighs.
"Is this enough?" Zeus's voice, teasing, booming from everywhere and nowhere. "Shall I turn you into a cloud? A swan? Maybe a llama. Oh, those were the old days, weren't they? So many mortal beauties, so little time."
Marla's cheeks burned, her body floating helplessly. "P-put me down!"
"Oh, but I'm just getting started." He snapped again.
Her feet touched the ground, but he was different now. Naked, gloriously naked. Bronze skin, muscles that looked sculpted by artists. Thick curls of chest hair, arms that pulsed with power. And between his thighs...
Marla's mouth went dry. Thick, long, hanging heavy -- a thick, veined cock that seemed to twitch with his heartbeat, each slight movement making it swell, impossible to look away. A god's pride, brazen and unashamed.
"Ah, yes. The look on your face. That's the one." He stepped closer, thunder in his eyes. "I do so love a mortal coming to terms with... divinity."
Marla couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Her arms stayed crossed, trying to hide her chest, but her gaze couldn't leave him.
"Still doubting me?" His voice was velvet, but the lightning in his eyes danced. "Shall I summon a storm in your living room? Cause your walls to bloom with roses? Or perhaps..." His hand rose, and the air around her turned warm, tingling. "I'll just show you."
Her skin tingled, warmth rushing over her, through her, her pulse racing. His hand didn't even touch her, but she felt it -- a surge of heat, pressure between her thighs, a burning need.
"You feel that?" Zeus whispered. "That's the taste of a god's attention. But you can make it stop. Simply tell me to leave."
Marla's breath was ragged, legs trembling. "I... I..."
His smile widened. "That's the problem with mortals. Always so curious. So eager to deny... until they crave."
He stepped closer, the heat of him radiating, his thick shaft now inches from her stomach, pulsing with life. "So, Marla... prove it. Let me hear you deny me again."
But she couldn't. She was too busy staring, her hands slipping from her chest, leaving her exposed.
"Thought so." He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Shall I take you here, on this doorstep? Or are you going to invite me in?"
Marla slammed the door.
Or tried to.
He walked through it.
Literally -- walked right through it like mist. The hardwood floor cracked under his boots, sparks dancing from his cuffs.
"Okay. Okay, wow. That's... that's cute," he muttered, lips twitching. "A mortal woman --redhead, plump, jiggly in all the right places --trying to shut a door on Zeus. That's... mm, that's comedy. That's mythology and slapstick. Delicious."
He grabbed her, swooped her up -- one arm under her thighs, the other under her back -- then flipped her onto his shoulder like a goddess-shaped sack of pleasure. Her thick bottom bounced once, twice. He slapped it. Hard.
"Now this... this is a temple," he purred, palm gripping one cheek. "This is where offerings go. Soft, sinful, succulent." He sniffed the air. "Mmm, mortal arousal and cinnamon body wash. That's a vintage."
She squirmed, kicking. "Put me down!"
"Oh, I will, darling. Flat on your back. Legs open. Worshipping your god like you were built for it, because let's face it," he tapped her thigh, "you were."
