Dan Fremont finds himself married to an actual Goddess.
Based on a post by DustinMidnight, in 9 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chapter 1
Dan Fremont grunted. His head was pulsing with unrelenting pain, and it was the kind of pain that might have killed a small Animal. Gradually, he realized it was nothing more than an intense hangover. It was pulling him away from his dreamless slumber, which annoyed him, thank you very much.
He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, throwing the sheets over as got up to walk towards the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed tight, not wanting the dreaded sun coming through the window to hit him. So he shuffled along, Every sound seemed amplified with serious annoyance as he sought an end to his pain.
Though admittedly wanting stuff to end was what got him in this situation, Dan admitted as he grunted, his eyes slowly opening as he reached the bathroom, even the dimmed room feeling too bright.
Where’s that Advil at? He wondered as he shuffled through the medicine cabinet. He eventually found some Ibuprofen, at least a five-hundred milligram. Version. He was tempted to take the whole bottle at that moment, though he settled on six capsules, that would surely be enough to get him through the day. He tried remembering what happened last night but it came across to him as a blank.
Fully racking his brain, all he could remember about what happened last night was that he had been off at Succubus, a local strip club his friend Dave took him to. It had been a way of washing his troubles away and, as his friend put it,
“‘Get you out there, see some good tits, and just let you forget all about Vanessa.’
He shuddered more as he moved to turn on the water. He waited till it finally warmed up before he began running his fingers under it, then leaned down to splash the water in his face. The warm water brushing against his face was really waking him up as he moved his neck back and forth, resulting in a nice loud pop.
“Gahh, fuck, that feels good,” he mumbled to himself. Dan stood up and looked into the mirror for a minute, staring at himself. He was a shaggy haired man with lightly tanned skin, heavy blue eyes, his eyebrows a little wild-looking. He wasn’t the most handsome man, but he was decent.. He looked down at his thin body: barely any muscle, with hints of fat around his gut. That was when he noticed something. There was an object on the third finger on his left hand. When he looked closer, he realized it was, in fact, a ring..
“The fuck?” he muttered as he reached over with his right hand, trying to pull it off. He found he was unable to. He looked again at the golden band, then reached over, grabbed some soap, and lathered his finger. That didn’t work, either. It seemed clear that the ring wasn’t coming off.
“Fuck, what the hell!” he muttered. The ring wasn’t tight; hell, he barely noticed it. It looked like it would just fall off if he let his hand down. But somehow it was sticking to him like it was actually glued to his finger. This was quite annoying.
“I’ll figure this out later, maybe get a grinder,” he grunted as he began heading back into his room. He didn’t think much of the ring, assuming it was a joke, something Dave had done to him. Dan stepped back into his room, and suddenly, he saw her.
She was lying in his bed, the covers over her body. She had pale skin, almost like a porcelain doll, soft cheekbones with ruby red lips that somehow reminded Dan of blood. Her dark hair was short, falling to just below her ears. She was gorgeous, the type of beauty that Dan had never seen before. He quickly assumed that she was way out of his league.
The woman stirred and let out a light moan, soft and tender as she lifted herself up on her elbows. The blanket slipped off her, revealing a pair of ample breasts with dark nipples. The newly visible skin looked as smooth as her face, without a flaw — no, wait, Dan looked closer and saw a smattering of freckles on her chest as she began raising her arms and yawning.
Her eyes were opening and closing quickly as she woke up, giving Dan a good look at them. They were storm grey, like thunderclouds. She examined him for a minute, and her eyes softened as she licked her lips.
“Hmm, hello, darling. Did you sleep well, my handsome husband?”
Dan’s eyes widened as he wondered why this woman was calling him her husband. He didn’t even know who she was.
He tried his best to remember who she was, but when he attempted to come up with a name, he came up blank.
“Um, hi there,” he said tentatively as he looked towards the stranger.
“Hey, darling, how’s your head? We were drinking quite a bit last night.” She let out a bubbly giggle.. “It’s fine, just hurts a little, But — I’m sorry, but who are you? What happened last night?” He groaned a bit and leaned against the wall. The light coming through the windows was burning his eyes. The stranger giggled again.
“You don’t remember? Well, I guess I can tell you, sweetheart. Last night you proposed to me, and I said yes. We went off and got married. As for who I am, well, I guess you can call me Annabelle, though the name I was using last night was Diamond.” She giggled more as she got out of bed, revealing she was wearing a white G-string that simply looked erotic on her. Wide hips were showing off a plump ass and long legs that went on nearly endlessly.
Dan admitted that if his head didn’t feel like it would crack open, he might have been turned on.
“Diamond… isn’t that kind of a stripper’s name?” he asked without thinking, immediately regretting it. Wincing, he didn’t even notice that the bed was instantly made as she walked over.
“Hmm, yes, it’s a bit of a stripper name, as you mortals call it, but I found it very nice when I chose it. Plus, you didn’t seem to mind using it last night, now did you, sweetie?” She kissed his neck softly and tenderly. Dan shuddered, feeling as though lightning was passing through his spine.
“I kind of wish I remembered everything,” he mumbled He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to soothe the hangover that was still coming at him like an army taking a battering ram to the door that was his skull.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Annabelle smiled as she moved closer, kissing the top of his head. It was almost as if the pain was being sucked away. It quickly turned from a shooting pain to nothing but a dull ache. Dan grunted as he watched her pull away,
“There, now that’s better. The pain’s all gone, right?” She sounded more chipper, as though she was about to bounce around. Dan felt even more confused about what the hell was going on.
“Um, yeah, though I think that’s just from the Ibuprofen I took, not the kiss.”
“Well, it helped a little, but I used some of my magic to help you out more.” She winked while Dan just got more confused.
He raised an eyebrow as he muttered, “Magic?” He couldn’t help but think he had run into one of the crazy ones. If that was the case, he might be in big trouble. It was one thing to get a stranger in bed. It was another if they were crazy. That was when your ether had to call the cops or the cops got called on you.
“You’re not crazy, honey buns. I used magic. After all, I’m a goddess.” She giggled slightly as she turned around, showing off her amazing ass cheeks. Dan Was starting to freak out at the red flag.
“Okay, I think I might need to go get some food, or..” He tried thinking of an excuse, but he heard the bedroom door click shut and the sound of a lock turning as he turned around. He hadn’t touched the door, and it didn’t even have a lock. He grabbed the knob and tried pulling, only to find that he couldn’t even turn it, much less open the door.
“You don’t believe I am a goddess,” Annabelle said.
Dan chuckled as he shook his head, “No, please, you’re not a god. Fuck, I’m an atheist.” He tried to think rationally. Annabelle didn’t seem to be kidding, the expression on her face now serious.
“I can prove it if you desire. I have no qualms if you are an atheist, my dear husband. But I can prove I am a goddess.” Her voice was somewhat calming, even though she seemed highly annoyed. Dan shrugged. “Sure, prove it.” He crossed his arms for a minute, waiting for proof that she was a goddess thinking that nothing she could do would convince him, short of an utter miracle.
“Give me a second. There are limits to what I can do as a goddess.”
“Aha, so you’re not some goddess, then, since a god could do whatever they want,” Dan said, overly confident, crossing his arms as he looked at her. Annabelle or Diamond, whichever one she wanted to call herself, just shook her head.
“It’s not that simple. Most people think we gods are like the God of the Bible. That’s simply not true. Each god has a dominion we rule over. There is no such thing as a single god who is omnipotent. That would simply be dangerous.” She sat on the bed and made a show of putting a hand to her chin and casting her eyes skyward.
Dan watched, admiring her form, and soon asked, “Well, what kind…”