âMom, is that Kate Beckinsale?â I laughed as I realized that it really was her at the lead of this group of visitors in a very crowded old family home.
âYes, it is. Kate, would you like to say something to my son, Phil?â Mom assured me and asked Kate, who blushed as much as her complexion allowed and cleared her throat.
âWell, love, itâs really quite simple. Apparently, your mother is an actual ... Goddess? I didnât think that such things really existed, not in real life, you know. Thought that they were just myths, but here she was, and rather naked at that! As are most of you, from what I can see. Hello, yes, itâs really me. Kate, that is. Kathrin Romary Beckinsale, to be precise. Youâre Phil, right?â Kate extended her hand for a kiss, and without thinking, I puckered up and planted my lips there.
âCharmed. Philip Damian Larusso,â I smiled at Kate, making the classy, elegant actress giggle like a smitten schoolgirl as her eyes got a certain glassy look for a moment.
âOh, shit!â I said, realizing what I had just done, as I had intended to give Kate something of a free choice as to her fate.
âWhat, because you sealed my fate with a kiss? Iâm a lady. You treated me like one, giving my hand a kiss. Now Iâm ... your personal tart, arenât I? It was the perfect twist of fate. Our manners doomed me, yours and mine. Or arguably saved me. So what if I never get another acting gig? At least I donât have to live in a world that is literally tearing itself apart anymore. If itâs because I wasnât given a choice, well, honestly, love, how many members of your lovely harem did you give a choice? Frankly, you did them a favor. They didnât have to agonize over things.
âI mean, by Jove, if youâll pardon that expression, youâre a fucking God, a son of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love! So what if Iâm a fucking celebrity! Bloody hell, darling, I presented my hand to be kissed, you kissed it, and I gladly take those consequences, especially since that was the whole bloody point of offering you my hand in the first place! Iâm glad that we did it like this, like ripping off a bandage, quick and neat, rather than fannying about and giving us a chance to lose our nerve. Both of us, you and me. Me, because I lost my freedom, you because youâve just claimed a celebrity. Something tells me that you havenât been a God for very long with that kind of visible anxiety.
âIâm never had this kind of wild, kinky shagging lifestyle, love, so this is a real help. I can relax, knowing that itâs not up to me. I do have two slight favors to ask of you, if possible. One, I would like my daughter, Lily, to be included in our group. I know what that will mean, unless Iâm mistaken. Mummy-daughter incest, am I right? But Iâd rather do that than lose her forever. The other favor involves her father, Michael Sheen. Any chance that you could ... grab him, too? That way, at least Lily has both her Mum and her Dad? Pretty please?â Kate stared at me with wide, sad, pleading, almost innocent eyes now as she requested this.
âOf course!â I smiled, adding, âprovided that Mom wishes to help with it.â
âHoney, Iâll do anything for you, and I can feel this womanâs anguish over possibly losing all contact with her daughter and her daughterâs father. Thatâs love! From one mother to another, Kate, I perfectly understand what you feel and Iâm proud of my son for agreeing to take your daughter and her old man. Heâs the one who has to kiss them to claim them, thanks to my gift. Which I not only donât regret giving him, but I am tickled pink at the results,â Mom reassured Kate, vanishing yet again to bring Lily and Michael Sheen back with her.
âSo ... um, Kate ... Iâm gonna want to go ahead and fuck you now. Come on, off with those clothes already! How did you put it, like ripping off a bandage? Better to do that with this, too, the whole business of fucking a man youâve just ... met,â I said, as I started to feel a new heat in my veins, white-hot, burning through them, causing headaches and severe pain.
âWhat the Hell?â I cried out in anguish, briefly delaying my plans for Kate.
âOh, that, honey? Thatâs ichor, divine fluid already starting to replace your blood in your veins. Your whole body is changing now. Youâre undergoing deification, becoming a God. Iâve been told that it hurts, even burns, but Iâve only seen it happen once before, with Psyche,â another voice declared its presence.
âAnd you would be?â I asked the lady in question, who wore a fatigue jacket that looked like army surplus stock, along with khakis and combat boots. She had no shirt on, however, letting her breasts show to all.
âPallas Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. You might have heard of me,â the woman said, brushing back her rather short, dirty blonde hair from her face, âdonât get any ideas. Iâm still a virgin and I plan to remain so. Forever. They didnât call me Parthenos for nothing.â
âHey, Iâm already humping one Goddess, and if Eros and Psyche follow through, there could be another and her divine hubby involved. I think that I can keep it in my pants with you, my lady. I donât wish to make enemies on Mount Olympus. Besides, I get the feeling that Zeus wouldnât approve of such an attempt on your perpetual chastity. Youâre a bit of a loner, arenât you? You donât want the intimacy of sex. Too vulnerable. Youâd prefer to keep people at armâs length and celibacy permits that easier than sex, am I right?â I asked Athena, fighting through the pain as it subsided for a moment.
âYes, but Iâm not asexual. Iâm attracted to both men and women, at least in theory. I just donât want the intimacy of ... that kind of thing. Particularly the sexual bond and pregnancy. Iâve seen what even Goddesses must endure, let alone mortal women such as this one here. So, no, I prefer to admire and enjoy the view, but not actually share a bed with anyone. Better from a safe distance to enjoy watching without the headaches and hassles of actually mating with anyone. Less painful that way,â Athena clarified.