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A God Giving In To Lust

A God Giving In To Lust

by schnellfic
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I did write those three stories on an impulse over a longer period of time. I kinda liked them, but they felt too short to be published on their own.

All characters in these stories are 18 years or older. They play in a world, were at least some ancient gods still roam the earth, doing their deeds and meddling with the mortals. This is a loose collection of stories about one of these gods, using his capabilities of mind control to sire a new family to rule the earth.

Some of those short stories have a rather direct mind control, some are a lot more subtle and in some the powers might be used to bluntly force the sex (making it basically non-consent). There is casual sex as well as all rougher kinds. There is masturbation, oral, anal, impregnation, breeding, creampie and some dirty language. Have fun. I certainly had mine writing them.

Prologue

Andy Krate walked the streets brooding. He was angry at these selfish humans. Back in the days when his family walked the earth, guiding the mortals, he had been known to some as Androkrates, the Romans had called him Rectus. Unlike his brothers and sisters, such as Ares and Eris, he never sought the limelight and was more of a god to the less fortunate and lower classes. But this had changed over time. He had come to despise those selfish mortals, their false morals, their treachery. So, for another long period of his existence he was Patentor, the one who exposed evil in high places to enforce punishment. But even that didn't work anymore.

Now he walked around, wondering about what else there might be. He looked into the shop window and a TV was showing an interview with the scumbag who was at the root of his dark mood. He had used his power to cheat others to get more money. He forged documents, to increase his wealth. He used his power to force women to do his bidding. He had caused riots and even deaths, he had badmouthed heroes. And yet, he still walked around free, still up to the same deeds even after all of this was exposed.

Something snapped in Andy. He had given all he had during these centuries. He turned and saw a nice woman passing by. A housewife, a mother and married to a priest of all people. He thought of all the things he could do to her. A sardonic grin formed on his face; he finally understood his sister Eris. But he had learned to wait out his destructive urges, and he walked on when he felt a sudden urge for some Italian food.

An Italian Evening

It was late and he was sitting in a dark corner of a small Italian restaurant.

"Hello mister, can I get you something?" the young, dark-haired waitress asked in a bored voice.

"Yes, I take another coffee. Not much going on today, is it?" he asked her friendly.

Belinda was annoyed, why wouldn't this guy leave her alone? Couldn't he just leave? He was the only customer, if he left, she could close up shop.

"No, but there's a new club down the street, why don't you go there?" She replied, hoping he would just piss off.

Andy overheard her thoughts and lost his cool. His anger flared up into a furnace.

"Why don't you just take that candle and fuck yourself with it?" he snapped, accidentally unleashing his power.

Belinda suddenly felt a tingle between her legs. She was so horny she could not think straight. She grabbed the candle, pulled up her skirt, tore off her panties and shoved the candle roughly into her pussy. It was huge like those porn star cocks and her pussy was tight after over a year had passed since she had a proper fuck. She couldn't understand why she was even more aroused as the guy watched her with an evil grin on his face.

"Belinda, what are you doing? Stop that, or I'll have to fire you!" a male voice barked.

The cook and owner, Alexandro, had heard the commotion outside his kitchen. He had heard Belinda's moans and cries of pleasure. Now he was hovering over Belinda, who was just looking up with glassy eyes, drooling as she pumped her pussy with the candle as hard as she could.

Alexandro looked up at the table, "Sorry sir, that..." his voice trailed off, there was no one there but he could have sworn there was that blond regular.

"Why don't you just get your hard-on out and use this woman to satisfy your needs? Wasn't that what you dreamed of, when you hired her?" a hypnotic voice whispered in his ear from the side.

Alexandro started to pull down his pants, "Yes, yes, that's what I'm going to do".

His right hand grabbed Belinda's hair and pulled her roughly onto his cock. She welcomed his stiff member as he pushed it in. He used both hands to move her head, pushing her onto his cock until it was completely inside her.

That's when Valentina came looking for her husband.

"What are you pigs doing? This is so disgusting! Fucking that bimbo and right here in the restaurant for all to see!" she shouted, but was ignored by the other two.

"Admit that the show makes you horny too, why don't you bend over for the guest? Pay back, you understand?" the voice whispered from behind her.

"I'll show you. I'll let this stranger fuck my pussy and let you watch with your damn cock inside this whore!" she barked, ripping off her panties and bending over the table.

Andy adjusted the size of his penis to the maximum that the woman's pussy could handle. His hand reached down, massaging the pussy, spreading her wetness, then he positioned his tip at her entrance and pushed. "So smooth," he thought surprised.

Alexandro felt a pang of jealousy in his heart, but then his lust overwhelmed him. Watching that huge cock, penetrating his wife was something he had always dreamed of. Others lusted after her, thrusting their cocks in while he watched. But his wife never wanted that. He took Belinda and threw her on the table next to his wife. He took the candle away and stuck his dick in. When her boss shot his cum deep inside her, Belinda came too. She came so hard because the public place, the stranger and the watching wife added to the intensity. She would never be the same, she knew that from now on she would need an audience, that she would want to be taken by strangers while others watched.

Alexandro wasn't finished. Full of pent-up lust, he used his already lubricated hard-on and, without warning, thrust it past her sphincter in one hard motion. "See, I fuck her ass. You never let me do that!" he said to Valentina full of spite.

Andy laughed as he pulled out and slowly, so slowly, pushed his cock past Valentina's sphincter. He loved her screams and her tears. He loved how they turned into gasps of pleasure. He brought her to an anal orgasm. Then he turned her over, thrust deep into her pussy again and shot a divine load into her. So much that it completely filled her and then was squeezed out of her pussy.

He panted heavily; he had never felt the satisfaction of subduing a woman like that before. He liked it! He liked the sight of his white cream oozing out of her pussy, for her husband to see. And he knew, that this woman was fertile today and that his seed would bloom. He finally understood his father's urge to impregnate these mortal women. He looked to the side and saw Alexandro's mesmerized gaze on the creampie, hammering his cock even harder into Belinda's ass. And then he came, his load enough to ooze out of that ass after he pulled out.

The police entered the room. They found a guy with his pants down and a dripping cock standing over two women with stuff coming out of their holes. They were really interested to see what story he would give to the record.

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Andy Krate, now the Corruptor, sat on a lantern and looked down on the unfolding chaos. The righteous indignation of the neighbors as they watched the still fighting bitches and a bright red Alexandro being taken away. He felt good, exhilarated. He was finally free from centuries of fruitless service.

A Warrior's Wife

Simone was in her garden harvesting carrots and leeks. Sweating under her wide-brimmed hat, she looked up at the clear blue sky. A single jet flew by and she sighed, wondering how Larry, her husband, was doing. His unit was deployed in a war zone. But considering the kind of operations he was involved in; she didn't know where. The thought that he might be dead made her heart skip a beat. Little did she know that his plane was foiled at that very moment and she would never see him again for the rest of her life.

"Hello, sweetheart!" Larry greeted her as he came up the driveway.

"What are you doing here, Larry," she said, "shouldn't you be in your plane fighting the enemy?"

"And I was hoping for a warm welcome," he said with a smile.

They hugged and kissed for a long time.

"I can't stay long," he told her, "Just a day, maybe two."

"I'm happy for every day I have with you," she cooed. "And I have this tingling feeling that needs your immediate attention," she whispered lewdly, grabbing his butt.

"Now, now, what will the neighbors think?" he chuckled.

"I don't care, I'm young. If they like the cobwebs between their legs, it's their choice," Simone pouted.

They laughed and went inside. The cool, air-conditioned house was a necessity, no luxury here. She went to make him his favorite coffee, and when she returned, he was standing by the fireplace holding their wedding picture.

"I was the luckiest dog in the unit back then, getting married to the hottest woman in town. My little professor, the only one I know who has brains and still loves me," he said in a low voice.

"What is it, Larry?" she asked suddenly worried, putting the cups on the table.

When she turned around, he was standing right in front of her, hugging her and kissing her with a passion he hadn't shown since their wedding night. She felt his hard penis and decided not to complain about the good stuff. They got down on the plush carpet by the fireplace. He began to kiss her all over, his hand rubbing her nipple. Her breath quickened as he kissed the back of her neck, her weak spot. He was between her legs, dry humping her as he kissed and cuddled her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, moaning.

She felt his hands pull up the skirt of her sundress. His hand cupped her crotch in the most demanding way.

"Sorry darling, I'm so horny I can't hold back," he explained, his voice thick with lust.

"Oh Larry, just fuck me already!" she demanded breathlessly.

She was still surprised when he rammed his cock into her with such force that it almost hurt. His growl was animal-like and somehow infectious. Her nails left marks on his back and her legs embraced his waist so that an outsider might have thought they were seeing two people fighting to the death.

He pulled his cock out with a lewd noise and turned her around to take her from behind. She landed on the floor, torso flat on the ground, and he forced her ass up just high enough to bury his hard-on deep in her pussy again. They were drenched in sweat, reduced to lusting animals, and her scream when she came was not far off either. Shortly after she felt his cock twitch and he thrust his cock into her until it reached her cervix and pumped his seed deep into the demanding pussy. He rolled to the left and lay down next to her, gasping for air.

"Hmm, that was a wild ride, love," she purred, still full of lust.

He looked at her with a predatory grin. He reached over and grabbed her short hair, pulling her between his legs. His right hand held his cock up and his left hand pushed her head down. She took the semi-erect penis into her mouth and began to suck. Had it always been this big? She was also aware that there was a lot of cum in her pussy. But she was in a frenzy herself. As soon as he was hard, he got up and carried her to the empty wall. He pressed her against it and roughly shoved his cock into her pussy. Her feet were a few centimeters above the floor and he nailed her relentlessly while she was helpless like a doll. God, she loved it when he showed his dominant side.

Her mind was swept away as a violent orgasm hit her. When she regained consciousness, he was still fucking her, but he had bent her legs up, essentially folding her in half. His mouth pressed against hers, his tongue fucking her mouth, mirroring his relentless hammering. It felt so deep and with that, another climax rolled over her. One of many to come and Larry's stamina amazed her, at least the few times she was able to think clearly.

Finally, she felt him shoot his cum into her again, then there was darkness.

The next morning, she was awakened by the doorbell. She got up and looked around. She was sure they had come for Larry. But she couldn't see him. As she walked to the door, trying to keep the cum from oozing out, there was no sign that he had ever been there next to her loaded pussy. She closed the robe and opened the door.

"Mrs. Brown? I'm Captain Walters, here on behalf of the United States Air Force. May I come in for a moment?" the uniformed man said to her.

She was dizzy, this couldn't be. She had experienced the same thing when they came to tell Stella of her husband's death.

"Come in," she rasped. She led him to the table. "Please, have a seat," she invited him as she sat down herself.

"Mrs. Brown, it is with deep sorrow that I must inform you of the passing of your husband... "

She sat there, tears streaming down her face, his face and voice just a meaningless blur. Larry was dead. He had died even before he came to visit her last night. Oh God, she could never tell anyone, they would lock her away.

Days, weeks and then months had passed. She owned the house just outside the base, so she didn't have to move, unlike some of her friends in the past. It had been 6 months, and she sat by the burning fireplace, watching the snow fall outside and caressing her swollen belly. She wondered who the father really was. Had it really been her Larry that night? His ghost visiting her? Good thing those Greek gods were gone, otherwise she would have suspected Zeus, she thought with a smile.

Outside, Andy had taken a look inside, making sure that his daughter was growing in this woman's womb and on her way to join him one day.

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The Black Widow

Alice Blackwood stood at the grave of her late husband and watched the grave digger finish his work. She turned around and looked at her daughters Daphne and Daria. They had come back from college for the occasion. She walked toward the car.

"Come, we have to celebrate," she said happy, "that getting rid of the dork went so well."

"Mo-om, why did we have to come home?" Daphne complained, "It's not as if we'd known him."

"Appearances, Daphne, appearances," Alice said absent mindedly. "And, I might need your help getting the next one into our net."

"Again? I have to spread my legs for some scum back so you get to marry him, promising me as part of the bargain?" she complained, "Why can't Daria take that part for a change?"

"Because the one we just buried, had fucked her twice a week while you were away," Alice said angrily, "Balance, just as you demanded."

"But Dawn, she surely had never..." Daphne started again, just to be interrupted by her mother.

"Dawn just turned 18 and she is a virgin. She's too valuable, we need her as bargaining chip for emergencies," the widow uttered with a dark chuckle.

Andy stood at the side, disguised as teenager reading a book. Those three had dark souls. "I want to punish them so badly," he said to himself. He got up and transformed to the persona he is most comfortable with, Andy Krate. He followed the three murderous women to the outskirts of town where they parked in front of a huge mansion. He wandered the hallways, making the mortals ignore his presence. Most of the servants he met were as depraved as their mistresses.

"What a nice cesspool," he said to himself, watching the old butler forcing himself on the young housemaid.

"Come Sandy", he whispered demanding, "bend over the table."

"But Herman, what if someone surprises us here..." she said, trying to fend him off.

"We had a deal, bitch, now spread your damn legs!"

He didn't stay to enjoy the show and continued to wander. But then, he was surprised. A soul, pure and not a speck of corruption. A young woman, gliding through the halls, searching for a cozy place to read the book she held in her hand.

"There you are, Dawn," Alice scoffed. "I was looking for you all over the place.

"What is it, mother?" the young woman asked innocently.

"Your stepfather was buried today. From now on, until we find you a new stepfather, you will stay in your room from dinner to breakfast. Is that clear?" the woman in black said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, Mother, I understand. The mourning period must be respected." Dawn bowed her head and continued on her way to the library.

"Interesting," Andy muttered to himself.

He lounged on a nearby sofa and tried to decide how to make the most of this setup. The only thing he decided on the spot was that Dawn would make an excellent broodmare. Her innocence was intriguing and he longed to make her his, breaking her, molding her, using her. He leaned back.

"Interesting, that's what lust feels like," he observed.

Dawn's Awakening

Dawn went back to her room and lay down on her sofa to continue reading her book. She had devoured "Dawn's Awakening". When she had been looking for a new book to read before going to sleep, she had found it and was drawn in by the title. The fact that the protagonist had the same name, made it easier for her to dive into the story. While reading she felt her breath and heartbeat quicken and she felt the sweet sensation between her legs. Her eyes flew over the pages as Seth began to declare his love to Dawn, as they kissed, and his body came close to hers.

"Hello sweet Dawn," Seth Lawrence breathed into her ear.

"God!" she shouted and sat up quickly. She stared wide eyed at the breathtaking man in front of her.

His hands gently slid over her shoulders as the warmth of the crackling fire made her feel heavy and sensual.

"A fire?" she thought weakly. "He touches my skin; how can that be?" Looking down, she saw that she wore a deep blue dress, and only small straps held it at the shoulders. She looked around, "This is just how I imagined the room they finally found each other!" she thought in wonder.

"Do I dream?" she asked in a whisper.

He leaned in, brushing a shy kiss on her lips. Looking in her eyes, he kissed her a second time, longer, wilder. Her lips parted to let his tongue in. She gasped and leaned her head back. Seth licked her neck and kissed his way back to her ear, where he found time to softly nibble her ear lobe.

"No," he whispered in a raunchy voice, "you don't dream. I'm here with you, my sweet Dawn. You're everything to me, I want to make you feel loved, cherished."

She closed her eyes, "Oh Seth, let me be your Dawn. Let me feel your love," she said, and her longing was almost painful.

She knew that this couldn't be real but couldn't care less. She decided to just enjoy that moment of her own private fantasy. Afterall, what else could it be? She felt his hands slowly rubbing her breasts, and a moan escaped her throat. There was a burning and tingling feeling between her legs, and she was very aware that the weight of his moving pelvis was adding to her lust. "My pussy is dripping wet!" she thought, and the forbidden words made her giggle.

He kissed her again, more passionate, more demanding, stealing her breath and the last of her shameful reluctance. His hand had long since started to almost brutally massage her naked pussy, spreading her wetness into her soft natural pubic hair. He felt her body respond, her hips pressing against the palm of his hand. He studied her face as he felt her pleasure build higher and higher. Then, shortly before that bubble of lust exploded, he let go of her and positioned himself a step away from the sofa.

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