Chapter 5 -- The Reward Part 3
Desiree really wanted to have sex with Mike right now, but instead she is making some coffee and getting ready to explain what happened, and who she is. No problem, just explain how she is half goddess and had to destroy an evil succubus to save a couple of guys. Easy. Oh, and while she was at it explain how they are perfect together and should be together. Perfectly reasonable. Her mind seemed to be bleeding the sarcasm tonight.
It is helping that Mike seems very patient though, she hopes that lasts. At least he already believes in the gods, but still, it isn't every day the supernatural walks into your life. She smiled as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She relaxed into him as he lightly brushed his lips on the side of her neck. She could get used to that.
Mike asked patiently, "You were going to explain what's going on?"
She relaxed even more, he sounded curious, and a bit concerned, but not angry. Turning around she kissed him then sat down at the table and sipped her coffee, gathering her thoughts. Best to start from the beginning she decided. To give the needed context to the night's events.
"I am not like other woman, I am different. Always was. I started noticing right around 13, when I developed into a woman's body fairly early. As my friends had trouble with their hair, or makeup running, I noticed that I never did. My hair always styled easily into whatever I wanted to do with it. Then it stayed that way until I wanted to change it. Makeup as well, I instinctively knew how to use it, and it never ran, or got messed up until I was ready to change it or take it off.
"It was confusing. I never had a bad hair day. Not one blemish or pimple on my skin, ever. I was attractive and I knew it, but it did not make me stuck up or pretentious, it just was. I was neither the queen bee nor a target in school, but I had few close friends. It seemed that adults were affected by it, but not in a bad way."
She paused and took a sip of coffee then asked, "Still with me?"
He seemed sincere when he nodded. The look on his face was one of curiosity.
"So within the next few years it changed again, it wasn't just easy to style my hair anymore, I could just focus on one while getting dressed. When I looked in the mirror my hair was perfectly done in that hairstyle. My makeup also seemed to follow. At that point I was 16 and still never had a blemish on my skin. Paper cuts, scratches and stuff like that would vanish overnight. No white lines, no red slashes, no scabbing, just perfect skin.
"At the time I had no idea what I was, or how this was possible. I knew I was adopted, so asking my parents wouldn't have helped anything, or so I thought. Point is I kept all my questions to myself. When I turned 18 and headed off to college, I started experimenting with my sexuality. I was careful however when I figured out if I wanted someone, I could get them. Girl, guy, didn't matter.
"If I had decided to sleep with them they said yes, every time. I learned to control that though, once I figured it out it felt wrong, and I didn't use it until after they said yes. Then it was only about... Enhancing the experience. Shortly after that I met Anna, my sister. She explained who I was, what I was, and offered me a deal."
Desiree looked up at Mike, he looked a little skeptical but there was belief in his eyes as well, after all he had seen her looking mussed up then perfect 20 minutes later. Belief in the gods or not she was about to drop a bomb.
"My powers come from Aphrodite. My mother, my goddess and my patron. I work for her, do certain jobs. In return the gods ensure prosperity in my mortal life. The reason I disappeared tonight, there was a demon, a succubus, preying on a couple of men. She could have taken their souls if I had not... Lured her away and destroyed her.
"After that was done I was a hot mess, so I fixed it. I had planned to tell you all of this over the weekend, but you caught on that something wasn't quite right tonight so I decided to spring it all on you now."
Desiree felt unsure, exposed. It was not a common feeling for the demi-goddess. She took a sip of coffee and waited patiently for Mike's reaction. Currently she could feel he was almost in shock and overwhelmed. Stuck between love and fear, belief and disbelief. He felt doubt it was possible and if possible doubted if his emotions for her were genuine.
She could read all this and more with her empathy. She patiently waited for him to work through the storm of his emotions.
She felt him decide to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, if she was controlling his emotions he wouldn't be questioning at all.
Mike asked, "And where do I fit into all of this, why did you bother to explain it to me?"
Desiree smiled and said, "It was my mother that put me in your path, she was playing match maker, a reward for me and a gift for you. This does not negate free will, we can still screw it up, or even just walk away if that is what either of us wants.
"Or... We could stay together. Maybe even build a family some day. It is not a question of if we are right for each other, we are. It is if we decide to, or not to, put the effort into it that makes the difference. We are not magic, but we are highly compatible.
"Oh, and just to nip those lingering doubts in the bud, and to verify I am not a crazy person. I will go ahead and prove what I am for you."
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Mike felt like he was dreaming, he believed in the Goddess but.... His love and respect for this stunning woman was at war with his disbelief. A demi-goddess in love with him? A gift? How did he deserve something like that? He waited for her to prove it to him as she said she would.
He watched as she got up, her jade green eyes started to brighten, eventually they started to glow a solid gold color. If that wasn't enough her body started glowing with a bright white light. He felt love in the light, overwhelmingly, as if she was Love itself. He realized this was a faint echo of his Goddess but it was still highly overwhelming to his mortal senses.
He was in awe of her, and the power he felt coming off her. He knew that not only she was telling the truth about what and who she was, but also that she did not influence him magically in any way. There was no room for deception or trickery. It would not survive the glaring light of love.
When she stopped glowing Mike noticed her hair was down now, perfectly styled and she hadn't touched it. He watched as she walked around the table and got on her knees and took his hands.