Thread: Tranquility Lane {Mercury & Yen}

Amelia didn't really care if the boy's mother found out, though she was counting on both his not wanting that little detail out to adults and the audacity of such a claim making her assume he was lying, even if he did say such a thing. A dangerous assumption to most. A woman played with her freedom by doing that sort of thing. But not Amelia. She was quite safe, because the cops never seemed to get any phone calls about her. The goddess gasped softly at the cool oil against her skin, closing her eyes and savoring the sensations of mortal flesh. She'd walked in this body for a very long time - well not THIS body, it was brand new, made just before she gave up her immortality and was bound to it's shell for the rest of her life. But identical ones had been used until they wore out, and she had grown to barely remember the time when she would spend much of her days as a giant being atop of a mountain or an ethereal ball of energy. This small, frail body was so much better. Humans existed in such a narrow range, unable to survive in anything but an environment custom-tailored for them. But that frailty made even the cool slickness of that oil a sharp sensation that sent a shiver up her spine. Ahhhh! Oh, please husband! You don't need to be merciful with me! If you desire my mouth I will gladly- ooohhhhhh! She was cut off at the fingers entering her ass, arching her back slightly at the penetration. She was immaculately clean inside, her divine beauty regiment and cleansing products of a quality far beyond what America was producing in the 1950s. The tight orifice clenched his fingers as Amelia looked back over her shoulder at her husband. The earlier coyness was gone from her face, now dominated by a blush and eyes that begged for more. Fairness was not a concept she really cared about, for this kind of treatment was just as good as any reward for her work during the move. Which even she admitted was 'cheating' when using divine powers given her decision to live as a human. Of course she never said she'd play by the rules or expressed regret over cheating. The blonde let out a whimper when the fingers were taken away. Of course the replacement of his cock made her let out a delighted and girlish squeal, the kind one might expect from a teenager at an Elvis Presley concert. Her hands shot out to the arm of the couch, gripping it tightly. Ohhhh, yeah! Spank me, Alex! Ohh, teach me a less-OOOOOW! Amelia stiffened in genuine pain at the penetration, wincing sharply and digging her manicured nails into the couch. She breathed heavily and shook as her abused little ass squeezed tight around him, trying to push him out and only serving to heighten his pleasure as it squeezed around him. She yelped at the smack to her already sore ass, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. NNNNH! FUCK! Of course Alex would know by now never to stop. And sure enough, after about half a minute little moans and gasps were peppered among the whimpers as she endured her punishment. Even though it hurt, her honey was running down her thighs as her gorgeous blonde hair jumped and bounced with his harsh thrusts. The pleasure in her voice built up as he brought out the masochist in her, the part that simply enjoyed mortal sensation no mater what it was. And as her week-old ass adjusted to his size her tears of pain turned to tears of joy. Ahhhhhh fffffUCK! Fuck me Alex! Oh by Cronos FUCK ME! HARDER! This is a pathetic lesson! TEACH ME! Be MY god, Alex! Show me why I left Olympus for you!