Divine Job Benefits Ch 05

Hi, all! Yes, it's been forever. Sorry about that. I've been busy... really busy. You can see it in my bio. I write for a living, which means I don't always have time for Literotica on the side (but you can check out my bio for my other work!).

I've tapped away on this and the next chapter bit by bit for a long time. They were close to ready, so I finally made a big push. It might not flow like a novel, but this is a smutty fun fantasy serial anyway. I went in the directions that felt right. Here's chapter five, and chapter six is on the way. Hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER FIVE

Clio straddled Scott's lap in the simple library chair, naked and grinding on his cock. They had climaxed hard more than once and sated their most pressing needs. They had talked a little, too. Now it was only a matter of not wanting to let go.

Her thin and slender body was a joy to hold against his. Her long, straight black hair caressed his arms and hands around her back. A tight, utterly perfect bubble butt moved against his thighs and welcomed his occasional groping hands. That face, those eyes, and her voice held a tight grip on his heart--not unlike the grip her cunt kept around his long, thick cock. Clio fucked him like a goddess because she nearly

was.

Scott was twenty-one, humble and kind, and fucking the Muse of History in the campus library. Wet orgasms and erotic moans over an hour or more didn't bring on a single interruption. He wasn't worried about that now... though plenty of other matters rolled around in his mind whenever he glanced inward. The years-long education she had just whispered into his ear with a few breaths made up only part of those matters.

"I see second thoughts." Clio looked at him with dark, discerning eyes, an arched brow, and a crooked grin. Her grind slowed, but not instantly. She didn't exactly stop, either.

"Not about you. Not at all," said Scott. "I should only be thinking of you." Their conversation an hour ago had fallen right back into making love--

No,

Scott corrected. Fucking. They'd been fucking as lustfully and intimately as anything he'd ever experienced, and he'd fuck her more in the future. A lot more, to hear her tell it. He yearned for more than that. "You're amazing."

"So are you, but people have thoughts while they have sex," Clio grinned. The slow grind on his cock made her eyes flutter and her voice softly shake. Holding a conversation while she fucked him made both things all the more erotic. "Your brain doesn't shut off. Well, alright, that's how it normally works. You obliterated most of my thoughts, but you're gifted. It's more than a compliment," she said with a finger over his lips. "You know it's true. Even then, settling back always brings out other thoughts. What are yours?"

"It's not all sexy."

Her look grew serious, though still heavy with passion, and warmer, too. The grind finally stopped, but she didn't let him go. "We're falling for each other, Scott. Your feelings aren't running away with you. It's not your imagination. It's mutual."

His heart beat as heavily as ever. He wasn't sure what to say to that. He wanted this, maybe more than anything before...and he'd had a string of fantasies come true lately. "We only just met," he said softly. "It's only been this."

"And yet you feel it, don't you?" Clio kissed him. Her lips were enough to leave his soul shaking, as if the rest didn't already overwhelm. "Aphrodite warned... well, more

offered

than warned. This is her realm. She knows where these things will go. She told me it was likely. Now I know your history, and I know you. She's always been a good friend, and she's the goddess of love. If she tells me I'm likely to fall, it's true. If she tells me it will be wonderful, it will be. You know it, too. You're one of her favorites. You just aren't used to your role and your power yet."

"That power isn't clouding your judgment? Or mine?"

"No. It's part of you, and it's wonderful." Clio finally lifted herself up and away from his dick inside her. The act was its own erotic thrill--especially in the way she slid a hand down his length to guide him between them when she settled back into his lap. "It's magnetism, passion, and intimacy. It's not control. I

want

to be under your spell, Scott. I love it. I know Aphrodite's gifts better than your mortal lovers, but they make the same conscious choice. It wouldn't work any other way. This isn't a wild fantasy come true for you alone. It's for your lovers, too.

"Your gifts are subtle compared to the agents of some other gods, but they are real. We're fucking in a library. Nobody has noticed us or even gone past this aisle. That's you. I can feel your power in play even if you can't. When it comes to sex and love, things will work out for you, Scott. It may look like chance and happenstance, but it's more than that. Trust your instincts. Trust your patron. She loves you." Clio saw him blink and nodded. "Of course, she loves you, silly. Aphrodite wouldn't invest all this in someone she doesn't love. She wants you to be happy, and her idea of happy is wilder than you can imagine. I don't know who's next, but I surely won't be the only immortal in your bed. Or your lap."

"That's where the second thoughts come from. It's Jessica--I was with her before you." He saw Clio nod; she already knew his history, right up to the moment. "It's Jessica, and Misty and Latasha, and... did I commit too much too soon? I didn't expect you. No one like you."

"Ah." Clio's grin persisted. "You feel like your heart beats only for me, right? No, that's real. It's sincere. You're with a goddess--lesser, demigod, pick your label. That's divine passion at work. You're not a god, but I feel it, too." Her finger traced his chest. "It will ease when we part. Ease, not vanish. Gods can manipulate and abuse mortals with this sort of thing, but you're less vulnerable for a number of reasons." Clio paused and admitted, "I won't exactly be exclusive, either, if that makes you feel better about being with others. I'm already not exclusive."

"Huh. It does make that easier, a little. I mean, you are immortal and all that, and you're... well, you. It'd be weird if I was your only one."

"Good. Enjoy me like I'm all yours. You'll never know the difference. No jealousy games."

"That's another thing on my mind. All the myths are so off-base. They paint all the gods as jealous and demanding, and..." Scott shook his head. So many thoughts swirled in the back of his mind with the knowledge Clio had just given him. "It's a lot to process."

"Give it time. You'll find plenty of limits, too. Even for me, history is full of mysteries and unknowns. If I had to compare, the education I gave you is like a thorough undergraduate. I didn't want to overdo it. You have a grasp on what scholars share, and then your personal experiences. Before and after meeting us," she added. "What does that education tell you so far?"

The rush of knowledge and understanding simmered in the back of his mind. Dozens and dozens of books in their original languages sat in his memory as if he'd just read them, along with corrections and context. He knew art and geography and some aspects of science that he'd never touched before, along with fluency in a handful of new languages. It was amazing that he still had his wits and could focus on Clio and the moment. "You taught me. Don't you already know what I think?"

"Education isn't just about absorbing material. It's about chewing on it and coming to your own conclusions. That's why you have to engage with it through all that writing and practice from classes... normally," she teased, grinning. "You already know that, too. So, again: what does all I taught you tell you about us immortals?"

"That everything the mortal world knows today was written by ordinary people swimming in ignorance and misogyny," said Scott. "And the parts that played to popular bias spread faster and deeper than the rest."

"Yes. Your myths and legends aren't accurate. They're just the versions that survived." Clio tilted her head in concession. "They hold a lot of truth, too, but you'd have to pick through bit by bit to find it. Or line by line, in Homer's case. One line can change the whole context."

"Aphrodite told me Hera's actually pretty great and Zeus has always been the real problem."

"Good example. Hera's the best, honestly.

He's

less of a problem now that he's not actively worshipped and meddling in the mortal world. Retired, sort of. But yes, women in 'myths' and religion catch more than their fair share of blame and shame, whether we're talking about mortals or goddesses. Medusa never deserved anything that happened to her, and it wasn't Athena who cursed her. That's the kind of difference we're talking about.

"You should also know that 'family' is an incredibly loose term when it comes to gods and immortals. It's not the same thing as a mortal family. Many of us aren't really related at all. When we joke about the gods being 'incestuous,' it's much more like mortals who keep dating within the same circles for years, not literal family incest." Her brow arched. "You may need to know that, depending on who else approaches you."

"It's really that likely?"

"Inevitable. I just couldn't tell you who. Remember, Aphrodite's gifts aren't about you alone; they're inherently about sharing. It's safe to be fully slutty with you, and you can deliver. That's the gift. More people would have this kind of fun if everyone could shed all the misogyny and judgment. That's what makes it so rare. Run wild with your gifts all you want, Scott. Casually, aggressively, just for fun. Selfish and dirty. You won't hurt anyone. I'm eager to watch and share. I know what I'm falling for."

His heart pounded. He didn't know what to say to that. "Thank you."

"What else is on your mind?"

That didn't knock him all the way to Earth, but he dropped a few spots from Cloud Nine. "The guys I have to deal with. The ones who attacked me."

"Yeah,

that

deserves to end in a full Greek tragedy for them," said Clio.

"Let's not take things that far. I'm still alive. I want to deal with this and move on with my life, not..." He hesitated, but Clio's look of interest meant the world to him. "It feels more like a chore than a cause.

This

means so much more to me. Being with you. Having fun."

"Not just me." She grinned. "Say it. Revel in it."

"Not just you. Lots of women." He felt the rush of admitting it--again--without losing his train of thought. "My life is a magical fuck fantasy and it's awesome. I've been with six women today, so far, and they're all amazing. Especially you. I'd rather focus on that then jerks and revenge. I'd rather fuck than fight."

"Your options aren't limited to violence. You're Aphrodite's favorite, after all. There's more than one way to get revenge."

"Oh, I thought about that. Already went there once. Jessica, right before I met you." He saw Clio nod; she knew his history, which of course included his day. "She's great and I like her for herself, not for being something to take from an enemy. She's not a

thing

at all. But I imagine those guys didn't become trash out of nowhere. If the women around them are like them, too, why would I want to go there?" Scott bit his lip in response to Clio's grin. "This is where I admit that yeah, the thought of seducing all the women in their lives occurred to me for like ten seconds."

"Sure. You could," said Clio. "It's worth considering. Could be a lot of fun, and not just for you."

"Yeah, but it's only a dig on the assholes because they see women as objects, and I'd be validating that. Also it's an ulterior motive, and... ugh. No. Fun doesn't make it okay."

"It's a different equation when consent is part of the premise. If they dive into your arms, it's because they want to. If they abandon vile men for someone better, is that bad? I'm not pushing in any direction, but I am saying if you feel like it, go for it. Your feelings are a good guide."

"My feelings are mostly horny most of the time now," Scott laughed. "Trusting that seems problematic."

"Can I point something out as your cheering section?" Clio slowly stroked the hard cock between them, seemingly just because she could. "You've been with a fiancée, two women who didn't even speak your language, sex workers, a shy classmate, a professor, and someone else's girlfriend. All 'problematic' in one way or another, and every one of them loved it. I can promise you none of them have a shred of regret. This is what I mean. You're Aphrodite's favorite. You get to have 'problematic,' because you'll be the problematic case that works out okay. The problems are only spice. Trust her and trust yourself."

He didn't object. She stared while it sank in. Stared, and stroked, and then softly kissed him again. "Thank you," he repeated.

"You're welcome."

"The reasons against it are still there. That's not even all of them." Scott shook his head. "Those guys are all chauvinist pinheads. All they'd see is women betraying them. They'd carry that through life and make other women miserable. Then I'm only making a bigger problem."

Clio's crooked grin reappeared. Her dark eyes sent his heart beating harder. "That's a lot of mature and serious thinking for someone wrapped up in a magical fuck fantasy."

"Maybe," he smiled a little. "Every minute I spend on those jerks instead of the magical fuck fantasy seems like a waste. Practically a crime. But I can't ignore them and forget it, either." His hands slid up the naked thighs straddling him in the chair. His eyes roamed her face and her body. He was falling hard and so was she. They both knew it. "This isn't too heavy for a first hook-up?"

"No. For me, it's perfect." Her nails traced lightly across his chest. "You should know I'm not the dinner-and-a-movie sort of girlfriend, Scott. That sort of thing is often wasted on me. Most of the time, I'm out witnessing and recording history, or inspiring others. I'm going to come and go. Don't waste effort on gifts or including me in your social life. There's no settling down or domestic bliss here. I don't want that."

"What do you want?" Scott asked softly. Sincerely. "I want to give it to you."

"This, actually." Clio's crooked grin returned with a glimmer in her dark eyes. "I'm an academic at heart. I like deep, thoughtful conversations. I love my role, but it's not all of me, and you can already see how tragic and sad the work of history can be. You didn't need me to educate you for that. I need someone to push it all away, someone to fill me with pleasure and joy. You do that. I want this. Uninhibited sex, thoughtful conversations, and the occasional orgy. And I want you: the kind, humble mortal and the favorite of Aphrodite fucking me out of my mind."

"Thank you." He didn't know what else to say to that. His heart would have fallen at this literal goddess's feet at first sight, let alone after her guidance and... "Occasional orgies, huh?"

"Maybe more than occasional. I know you're relentlessly horny. I know you'll constantly indulge. I want that, Scott. That's fun." Clio kissed him again, softly, with as much romance as lust. Her breath was hot on his lips. "We have to part soon. I hope you walk right into the arms of another lover, or lovers. New or current. I don't care which as long as you're having a good time. You and I have many years ahead."

He felt her legs tense. She rose, leaning against him. He thought she would step away, but instead her hand guided his shaft between her thighs. Hot, wet flesh spread over his cock as she sank down on him. Her breath shook. Her chest slid against his. The thrills of her body flooded all of his senses once more.

"Mmh! This. I want this. It's so good, Scott. I want... everything I said. I want to be your lover... nnff... and your slut. All the time." She sucked in another breath. Ripples of pleasure ran through her body, starting and then returning to the slick sex around his. "I want you to take control. Take me. I'm a toy for your cock and I love it."

Scott swept her into a closer embrace, kissing her fiercely as they worked their coupling on autopilot. He was wild about Clio. He couldn't deny her anything. If she wanted him to let go--to give him this--so be it.

Scott stood halfway out of his chair, gripping Clio's incredible perfect bubble butt while his cock thrust up into her cunt. She clung to his shoulders and grunted with each thrust, but soon they happened too hard and too fast to keep up with her breath. His hips pistoned upward with relentless passion. Scott fucked her like he was punishing her. Clio whimpered and clung to him and loved it.

"Mmh! Aaah! Yes! Yes!" she gasped. The jackhammer inside continued until she started convulsing and melting down. Scott had her coming while his next orgasm approached. He kept her going off by laying her on the table and fucking her more. Black hair spilled all around her beautiful face and her lithe, naked body. Her mouth opened to cry out, but nothing arose until his first shot within her. She took pulse after pulse of cum with her back arched and her body answering with another orgasm all over again.

When she settled, she was breathless, helpless, and awestruck...and still filled with him. He heeded those new instincts, especially now. Like the others, his newest lover wanted to play. "I want you slutty and ready next time you see me," he told her softly. Her dark eyes sparkled and her lips twitched with a grin. "No matter what I'm doing, no matter who else I'm with. If you need me to cool it, let me know. This isn't all we are. But if you like it this much, so do I. When you come to me, I'm assuming you're coming to get fucked."

"Mmh, it's not an assumption, lover. That's exactly how I want it."

* * *

Latasha meant to reciprocate while Misty relentlessly licked and kissed between her shapely dark brown legs in a wild sixty-nine. Misty's thighs spread over Latasha's face with her cunt right there, available and welcoming. That dark patch of hair and those beautiful lips were still wet from Misty's last orgasm. The intimate scents of sex filled Latasha's every breath.

Everything about Misty was wonderful. Latasha had always recognized her beauty, but it all felt more intense now, more striking and compelling. She had flawless, lightly-tanned skin decorated with tattoos, black hair shaved at the sides, an ass that could stop hearts, full and perfect breasts, and a face like a movie star. All day, every look from her icy blue eyes held confidence and desire. Every inch of her against Latasha

felt

beautiful, too.

Wilder still, the awe seemed mutual. Whenever Latasha caught Misty looking, she felt wanted and gorgeous. Beauty was part of their job, of course, but Misty's appreciation felt more genuine than that. Latasha had less ink, shorter and curlier black hair, a little more curve and a little more definition in her muscles, but never felt as hot as she did now. Never, that is, until last night, when she and Misty shared a particular guy.

Even without him here, she and Misty were still horny as hell. Especially for each other.

Misty overwhelmed Latasha with her tongue running up the side of Latasha's labia and a wet finger stroking inside. Latasha threw her head against Misty's bared thigh and moaned loudly when that tongue swirled around her clit. "Oh god...aww, fuck!" Latasha called out. Sex with Misty kept her close to the edge for most of the time, like one kiss to the pussy could take her from zero to sixty and keep her there, but there was the edge and then there was the

edge.

Latasha wanted to stay there longer, but she also couldn't wait to come. In the end, it wasn't up to her.

"Mmh! Mmh! Aaah!" The sensations of that mouth and those fingers working her pussy ran through her entire body and set her off on another shattering orgasm. Latasha spasmed and shook while Misty kept it up. She came hard, longer than the used to, and wetter.