Chapter 4. The Life of a Goddess
Tracy's home had been transformed to a small mansion, with beautiful grounds, a pond, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms, and more. It did not look too different from the outside, but it was a nice example of what she could do.
Within a couple of days, we had a steady stream of applicants for various positions- gardener, housekeepers, and cook. Tracy used a miniscule fraction of her powers to make sure applicants were young women with few ties, although this was just because her human morality would not let her just convert random people into the roles.
I was put in charge of the hiring process, which was rather funny since, again, Tracy could have just zapped the first few people to fit the roles perfectly but we both thought this way would be more fun. I was looking for at least some basic skills, some interesting personality, and some girls with imagination to add some spice to the mix. Tracy had given me a limited ability to read minds, and to do some gentle adjustments to their minds and bodies by tapping into her power telepathically, so the process was a lot of fun.
In the first dozen girls, I found several that would do well. Blake was a good example. She was barely twenty years-old, tall and athletic. She was attractive, but too muscular and masculine to be pretty. She appeared to have short reddish hair, but kept it pulled back tightly under a cap. She was applying for gardener because of her love of plants. She obviously enjoyed the garden areas, and I enjoyed the tendrils of a wild side I saw in her mind. She wanted to be the Queen of the Jungle. Sounded good to me.
I had Tracy almost eliminate her inhibitions, and brought up some of her wildness, as well as tweaking her arousal factors. Her walk and poise shifted to a more relaxed, rolling gait, hips switching more sensually. She was also caressing the plants and trees more. I softened her face and form with just a little padding, and it made a big difference. I had her toss her cap aside as I had her hair grow out in a riotous flame-red tangle. More than just a little padding on the bust and hips gave her a figure that suited a comic book heroine. I brought up more of a tan to protect her skin- perfect.
Tracy also helped by changing Blake's clothing to the requisite roughly cut leopard skin bikini the fantasy calls for, without Blake noticing, of course. She also added a couple of things in the garden. Now, for a trip through Blake's mind.
Shanara was surveying her kingdom. It may not have been large, but it was lush, green, and beautiful. She bent to commune with some of the small violets carpeting the ground, and was pleased that they responded to her touch. She trailed a toe in the water and greeted the fish that rose to meet her. With a graceful leap, she climbed to her tree home and thanked the tree again for its shelter.
The murmuring of the lilies warned her of someone approaching before she heard them. Her nose told her it was a male, her hearing suggested he was large. Shanara slipped out of her tree home and moved along the branches to get a good look at the intruder. Tor! Betrothed of her Mistress, her lord, occasional lover and arch-nemesis. What was HE doing here? It was certainly his right as Lord of the Manor, but these were HER grounds. And he was holding scissors! Was he planning to CUT some of her plants? The thought of him cutting plants to present to Lady Liv made her shiver in a jealous pleasure- but the plants were HER responsibility! Her duty was clear!
Shanara jumped from the branches overhead on top of me. My old body probably would have been hurt, but my reconverted muscular Tor physique took the shock easily. She was almost growling at me, grabbing at the scissors I picked up for the game. I pulled her around so she was facing me. As intended, my sheer presence was arousing her greatly. She was hot and wet, and very aware of how her body was pressed against mine. I had shed my shirt so I was just wearing some khaki shorts and sandals, so there was a lot of skin to press against. She was gently panting as her nipples hardened.
"No!" She shouted as she struggled to get free and grab the scissors. I let her break loose, except for holding her wrist, and she tried to throw me over her shoulder. I was not really prepared for martial arts and she actually flipped me! I still had her wrist so I pulled her down on me, even as she snagged the scissors triumphantly. Her joy at winning the prize was such that she unthinkingly kissed me hard on the lips. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she had done, how many liberties she was taking with her Lord. I smiled at her and hugged her to me to show there that there were no hard feelings... well, other than THAT one.
The conflict I had crafted in her with my borrowed powers- lust vs. hate, submission vs. independence, a sensitive lusty body vs. a sharp mind- danced across her features. Even as she struggled to get away, she was trying to rub more and more of herself on me. She managed to rub her top off while making it look like an accident, and rubbed her wet groin hotly on my bulge.
I laughed at her struggles, which really pissed her off. She reached back to give me a mighty slap and I just reached my head up and latched my lips on an erect nipple. That threw her off stride enough that she ground herself harder on my hard cock. I pulled her to me, sinking my fingers in her muscular back and she grabbed my shorts waist, struggling to get them off. Angrily, she just tore them down a foot or so and freed my manhood. Her leopardskin bikini bottom was more of a skirt so it was easy for her to impale herself on me forcefully, screaming out horrible things to me.
"Fuck me, you fucking monster! Rrrr, damn you! Come on, fuck me harder! Harder!" She was pounding herself on me enough to have really hurt herself had I not enhanced her build and toughened her up. Of course, she was also very juicy, which protected us both and made it hotter to hear her making all of these squishy noises. After a few minutes of rough sex, she was growling deep in her throat and grinding herself on me so hard I could hear tendons popping. I pounded up into her a few more times and lost it. I jerked and moaned as I came deep inside her, and her yells went ultrasonic as she thrashed through her own orgasm.
As we lay on the soft ground, surrounded by the rich fragrance of the flowers we crushed in our ardor, all I could think to say was "You're hired."
It did not take long to fill several other positions and fantasies, and in short order, the house was up and running. Tracy, in the meantime, was practicing using her new powers. Shanara was now an Amazon warrior princess who lived in the garden most of the time and felt a bit uncomfortable in the house. She looked every inch the comic book jungle queen. Watching her hang from a tree by her knees as she pruned the garden was quite entertaining. I half expect her to grow a tail any day now.
