The Gods & Goddesses add drama to Dan’s life.
Based on a post by DustinMidnight, in 9 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“So, from your file it says that you recently got married,” said Mr. Liesmith, making a show of jabbing at a piece of paper in his hand.
“Um, yes, it was quite recently, actually. I didn’t think that you’d have that in my file. I haven’t changed my tax filing status or anything.” Dan was curious. Something really wasn’t right about this man. The way his eyes twitched, the way he was moving his hands, it was as if he couldn’t stop moving and really didn’t want to be sitting down.
“We get that information from various databases. Now, please, tell me, what’s her name? How did you both meet? When did you meet?” His fast-talking confidence made Dan imagine he was a car salesman, trying too hard to push an old clunker.
“I really don’t think that’s any of your business, I met her on my personal time, and she’s not an employee.”
“It’s for insurance reasons. I’ve got some paperwork. But, please, why not answer the question?” He tapped his fingers on the desk as he watched Dan. For a second, Dan thought Mr. Liesmith’s eyes were flashing slightly, but he was distracted by those pearly white teeth.
“I really think this is something that HR should talk to me about, not you— Besides, this is rather personal information.” Dan was about to get up when Liesmith slammed the desk.
“I demand you tell me!” He raised his voice. Suddenly his countenance altered, revealing an angry man, his eyes sunken in.
“Fuck, what the hell!” Dan muttered, shocked by the outburst.
“Sorry, lost my cool. Annabelle has always gotten on my nerves,” Liesmith said with a chuckle.
“Um, I didn’t tell you her name,” Dan pointed out. Liesmith sighed as he realized he was caught.
“Fine, you caught me. It’s Joe Liesmith. I’m a god.” He reached over to shake Dan’s hand. but something told Dan that wouldn’t be a good idea. Joe eventually pulled his hand back.
“What are you a god of?” Dan asked. He hadn’t run across the name “Liesmith” in any of the occasional research he’d been doing.
“Oh, you know, god of life, god of this and that, yada, yada.” He gestured to show it really didn’t matter.
“The point is, I’m a god. I’m one of the big ones. I was old when your great-great grandfather wasn’t even a sperm in his daddy’s ball sacks. Now answer me, why are you married to Annabelle?” His fingers clawed the desk as he looked down his nose at Dan.
“It just kind of happened. Wead a few drinks, and we just got married. Simple as that.” He chose his words carefully. It was clear that Liesmith was not one to play around or even tease, unlike Annabelle. No, this god was not in a good mood.
“It just happened, you say? I’m curious, Mr. Fremont, mind if I call you that? Not that I care. Do you know the dangers a mortal faces when married to a god?”
“Well, among other things, I guess death and misfortune.” Dan had come across plenty of stories about Apollo and Zeus in his reading
“In a way, though also the fact that sometimes a god is married to another god, and gods don’t like to share, especially with mortals.”
“Well, I didn’t know that. Hell, I’m getting used to the situation., And maybe I don’t like to share with gods. So maybe you should calm down, Joe.” Dan’s spine felt as though it was freezing, but he tried to keep an angry expression on his face. He wouldn’t show fear to this god.
“Well, maybe you should leave her before you get too used to things. It’ll be good for both of you. Keep a balance, you might say” Liesmith now had a friendly expression on his handsome face, but Dan could see past it now. The veil had cracked, and it would be harder for Liesmith to hide anything.
“Well, I don’t think I will,” Dan said in a low voice. “She seems happy, and quite frankly, I’m starting to fall for her even more.” He crossed his arms and decided this Liesmith was a complete jackass.
“If you say so. Though you should be careful. Annabelle can be obsessive with what she wants. I want to ask, did she tell you why she chose you?” He smirked and leaned forward, his wrinkled tie draped across the desk
“She just said she thought it would be interesting,” Dan answered calmly.
Joe leaned back and guffawed, holding his sides.
“No, no, not Annabelle, not that simple. She doesn’t just randomly choose someone. So let me ask you, how do you think your little ex cheated on you?” Liesmith smirked as he leaned in closer. Dan had to pull back. It almost looked as if Liesmith’s teeth were sharp like a shark’s.
“Well, I trust her. She’s never lied to me” Dan muttered, hoping the god didn’t notice him sweating.
“If you say so. Though you should ask her. After all, she’s never lied to you.” Liesmith chuckled and waved his hand. Dan heard the door behind him open with a faint creak. He turned to look, but no one was there.
“Go on and have fun with the interesting life you’re getting used to, but remember, we gods can be cruel and horrible.”
Dan got up as quickly as he could. On the way through the door, he turned around to look back at the mysterious god, but the office was empty.
Annabelle sighed as she began walking through the dark abyss. Her fingers curling around the scythe. Her fingers adjusting as she went through her work day. The numbers of death’s seemed to go by without a hitch. Though seeing the people was saddening. Some asking the usual questions: Why me? How could this happen! What did I do to deserve this?
It was those questions she had trouble answering. She had to do what she could to calm their souls while leading them to the next life. The way it went caused her to sigh. As she began stepping through the void.
She couldn’t help thinking of Dan— her Dan with a light smile spreading on her face. It had been such a good time. She began thinking of their marriage. It’s been such a great time. Hell she never felt so alive. In the last few hundred years. Her time had gone stale. Boring as she did her daily duties.
Though since she had met the mortal. She remembered the first time they had met. She had seen him one, long before they were married. She couldn’t forget the look on his face. Though it was such a hard time for him. Annabelle sighed as she felt her heart racing. As she tightened the grip of her scythe. While she walked on as she curled her toes.
Then she began thinking of the lovemaking. The way he help her. The way his hard throbbing cock slid into her as they made love. Faster and harder. His hips slamming into her. His lips pressed against hers, as she thought of the sweet talk of nothingness. While just groaning hard. It’s those little moments. Sure she had amazing sex. She’s had lovers who were beyond words. Who fucked her into multiple orgasms. Who could satisfy her every whim.
But Dan, Dan did something to her that made her toes curl The way he talked. Those awkward moments. How he had eaten her cooking. She remember how other gods refused to eat her food. She didn’t understand why.
“I mean I’m not that bad of a cook. I mean Gizzy likes eating my food and Dan never complained.” She smiled more as she walked onward. She had a few more appointments.
A man with Cancer that was ready to slip away.
A Girl who accidental feel of a cliff that she never noticed.
A child dying from the hands of her mother. Annabelle sighed with sadness. Children were always the hardest to deal with. She felt tears. In many ways she wanted to spare them. Let them live a long time. The problem was she couldn’t she knew the consequences of letting a person meant to die, live. It could end badly. In fact; she remembered the one time she allowed someone who died to live on.
She had gotten into a lot of trouble. She got punished and had to deal with the issues. But for her it was worth it. She smiled as she knew that he was doing fine. It seemed he was one of the special ones. Those rare few who wouldn’t go mad after death. So maybe fate had a plan for him. But she shook her head. She looked down at her list when she suddenly saw it. A pair of names listened on the bottom.
“What the?” she was confused. It was something that had rarely happened. The way names appeared was already preplanned so more being added meant something was unusual. Such a thing as she sighed and moved onward. She’d deal with those at their time.
She would eventually make it to those last two names. Margret, O'Connell, and John O'Connell. She sighed as she appeared in the room. Though what she saw next. It made her eyes widened. It was as though she had walked into a slaughter house. The room covered in blood. The walls smeared with it.
The words written on it said: “I love my mom, and Dad, Daddy is a good man. I won’t let them leave me!” Smeared more as she saw the two bodies. Her eyes widened more as she saw the bodies. Throats slashed. Stab wounds on their face, and much more. Whoever did this had clearly had a grudge. Though they were alive barely. But Annabelle raised the scythe. She slammed it down as she had done, a hundred. No thousands of times as she watched their souls slowly leaving their mouths. As they around appear next to Annabelle. They were a little older in their forties.
“Why, why did she do this to us?” The man said there was tears in his eyes. Those eyes they looked as though they were the eyes of someone betrayed.
“We were just wanting what was best for her. We might have had our problems but… we couldn’t handle it we weren’t meant for each other. I wish… I wish we got that divorce sooner, maybe took her to therapy.” The woman said as she looked as though she was crying. Rather a simple situation, from Annabelle’s point though one that was rare times that she saw a soul crying. Normally they were angry or not shocked. Usually they were curious. But these souls. They were sad. They hadn’t even noticed her at this point. Annabelle. Did one thing that she had rarely ever done.
She was exploring the house. It was a large house two story, five bedroom house with an attic and basement. Looking outside a window showing the white picket fence. The sun set, it was clearly the ideal suburban homes.
“What happened?” Annabelle asked it was beyond curious as she was confused. It was clear they weren’t meant for death. It She suddenly heard humming. She wasn’t worried as she knew that in the end no one could see her. She left no evidence. Annabelle was nothing more than dust in the wind. As she began following the humming. It sounded soft a child’s voice.
Her voice humming and talking to herself, as Annabelle walked over towards it. She passed a window. The full moon shining right beside her. Though she ignored it. The wind blowing particularly hard, As Annabelle could hear it’s whaling call. It reminded her of how some humans, had imagined that her kind the gods of death would ride the winds towards those who would die.
The whaling call of the wind reminded Annabelle of the Banshee’s in Ireland. For a time She had meet those creatures. Truly beautiful creature sad and lonely but they are needed; those Fairies of the emerald isle. She began reaching the end of the hallway. The laughter. Annabelle kept a straight face. Her curiosity overwhelming the god as she opened the door. No locks would work on her as she moved inside. There it was a child’s bedroom.
Toys scattered all over the place. Her eyes scanning the room and saw her. Sitting in the corner. Turning back and forth as she hummed more. It was a little girl. She looked to be twelve and barely much older. She was holding a hatchet and knife in each hand both covered in blood. Though it was clear that none of them are her’s.
The parents’ spectors appeared next to Annabelle as they muttered,
“We were good parents. We did our best what did we do wrong?” they asked Regret in their voice.
“These things happen.” Annabelle said as she raised her hand ready to send them off to the afterlife. It was not good to leave spirits in the world for two long. They sometimes never want to leave. Becoming ghosts, and ghosts caused more harms for humans than they realized.
Though she looked over and realized something. Something wasn’t right about the little girl. A stain on her, not some stain that was on her clothes. But a stain that rested on her very soul. She reached over and touched it. Vision running over her. She felt something impact her felt her body twisting and crumbling. Before it was nothing. She realized something. This little girl had been meant for death. Yet still lived.
Someone had interfered with her own death so that she could live longer. A light sigh.
“I am so sorry little one. This was never meant to happen. But someone messed with you and cursed your soul. I can’t fix the damage you’ve done. But I can end your pain. Lay your wounded soul to rest.” Annabelle said as she reached over touching her shoulder. In the back clocking on the window Annabelle could hear the crowing of a Raven calling off for its master who may never come to retrieve it. As she made the small child’s heart stop.
How mortals might interpret it. Annabelle may never know. They might question it more but soon they would forget. They would imagine the stress of killing her parents caused her heart to give out. Maybe they’ll think she was murdered. Only the other gods would know but at this time. It was coming to an end. The little girls spirit would be free, and hopefully go on into the next life. She hoped her parents would forgive her.
Death was one of the things she did. As she walked on. Her suit slightly coming undone. Doing her best to forget about the child who’s soul was stained by something. She needed to relieve some of the stress. So Annabelle walked forth. She passed over random bars. As she touched some patrons. Letting them feel lustful, desired for others and those that managed to catch their eye.
She giggle being somewhat playful, and messing with some mortals. She slink ed her fingers over, as she took a homophobic man, and pointed him over to a gay man. Whispering how cute he was maybe he should take a walk on the wild side.
She giggled doing that, especially with the end result they seem happier. Though she motioned over. She had touched over a woman, one that hadn’t been with a man since her husband died. Annabelle remembered as she had to take him those long five years. She touched the woman, slowly caressing her breast making them harder. She blew in her ear, as she imagined getting the woman horny. Before whispering like the little devil she was about how the pizza boy was off soon, how he stared at her tits more. How he seemed to have a nice large bulge. Maybe she should invite him inside so that they could have dinner. Now wouldn’t that be nice.
She giggle gently as she watched as the cougar did so and the Pizza boy was shocked especially when the older woman grabbed his hands and said she had a tip for him inside. A tip he certainly wouldn’t forget with that virgin mind.
Annabelle couldn’t wait to get home. Maybe she would distract Gizzy with a task. She loved her subject but she wanted a bit of privacy with her husband. Forget about the day and move on have a bit of passionate love making. Her heart fluttering at the idea. Maybe they would share a bottle of wine.
Maybe something a little old. Sweet tender music. As some netflix plays. Get them nice and comfortable before she leans in kissing his neck. Her fingers caressing his body. As she played with his nipples. She adored the noises he made when she played with them. Maybe she’d mess with her own body make her tits bigger. Her ass a little more rounder. As she teases him.
Then feel his firm hot cock slide into her. It was her cock in many ways. One meant for her, and those she shared their bed with. She giggled imagining letting Gizzy try. Maybe when Dan wasn’t so made at her. She shuddered imagining her hubby fuck a gremlin. She giggled more as she began walking through her portal. The other lust gods, could handle the rest. Hell she could take a few days off and no one would notice.
For Dan she had all the time in the world. Annabelle stepped in the living room as she gave a light smile. Dan wasn’t around at the moment, Probably still working. She giggled as she had an idea as she twiddled her thumbs snapped her finger as she began allowing her suit and scythe to vanish as she replaced it with a maid outfit. A sexy French maids outfit that showed off cleavage, and her but as it barely covered much her scythe transforming into a feather duster. She would soon begin cleaning ready for her man to come home.
She would begin cleaning a light smile as she whistled for the time being.
Dan eventually walked into the house. The sun long since set. As he moved on inside. His neck feeling stiff along with his back as he stood on his feet for hours. Than there was his meeting with that Liesmith. In many ways he had some questions for Annabelle. Though he imagined that he would save that for the morning. He reached over flipping the switch. When suddenly he heard a slight squeal.
“Gah Bright light! Bright light.” Before watching Gizzy running over turning the light off. Dan looked at her confused as he noticed her puffy eyes. Looking as though she hadn’t blinked and exhausted.
“What have you been doing all day?” Dan asked his eyebrow raised as he looked around the room. It was spotless except for the fact that the couch was covered with cases of games and his PS5 controller.
“Video games!” Gizzy screamed as she suddenly made a jump for the couch and controller. Her hands fumbling over as she suddenly began playing. She was playing a random shooter, as she was going hog wild. The giggling and shaking as she went at her virtual opponent. Dan sighed though laughed a bit. As he walked past her. He wasn’t prepared to have a tussle with the Gremlin. Just as long as she doesn’t destroy his console.“
Dan walked over into his room his hand grabbing his shirt as he wasn’t hungry as he walked into the bedroom and suddenly saw Annabelle.
No matter how many times he saw her she was absolutely breath taken. The way she can look adorable and sexy at the same time. Though admittedly his pants got harder as he suddenly saw her in that maid outfit. As he groaned. She hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. As he reached over closing the door trying to make sure that she wouldn’t notice him. After a long day he imagined a little fun would help him sleep tonight.
He tip-toed over to her as he watched her fixing the bed. Her ass shaking some as he suddenly moved giving her rump a firm smack. Annabelle suddenly screamed as she bounced falling on the bed. Her head turned around a slight giggle as she called out,
“Dan, what was that for?” she winked as Dan gave a light smirk.
“Oh; nothing much I just saw the opportunity and I took it.” He leaned down kissing the back of her neck. His body pressed against hers as she moaned with such delight.
“Hmm naughty boy. Though I want to let you know, I’ll be having a few friends over. I hope you don’t mind.” She giggled as she turned around. Her ass pressing against the bed as she reached over her finger rolling on his chest. Admiring him while biting her lip.
“Who are they?” Dan asked curiously as he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh no one special just a few gods I haven’t met in a while, Aphrodite, Kali, Hel. Bast will also be there. They heard about our marriage and wanted to meet you. Trust me it’ll be a good time.” She giggled as she pulled herself up nibbling his neck. Her legs wrapping around him. Pressing their hips together. Dan groaned as he pushed in closer.
That was when there was a knocking on the door. Dan sighed in annoyance as he was about to pull away, though Annabelle refused to let him go. Her legs were like vices. She lifted a finger up and suddenly the door opened and Annabelle called out.
“Yes?” she said as she looked over Dans shoulder. Standing in the door way. It was none other than Bast. She walked into the room looking more human. No it was more than that. Instead of having her cat-head it was more human like. Except for the eyes. Her eyes were a glowing Emerald Cat ears on top of her head. While she walked in. Annabelle saw her cat like tail swaying back and forth as she moved her hips.
“Bast what are you doing here?” Annabelle said a slight smile as she seemed to hold onto her hubby for dear life.
“I can’t take it; I’m going through this fucking heat; and I smell you two fucking, I mean seriously This room stinks of Sex. Then that Gremlin is masturbating in the closet moaning out your name Annabelle. I don’t know where it got the dildo, but it has one even saying your husband’s name. I haven’t had a good worship in months. Beside the crazy cat people. And I feel like I’m about to jump on the next man I see, and the only man I’ve seen is your god damn husband with his big fat dick!” She grabbed her long silk black hair like she was close to ripping it out. Dan; Dan wasn’t sure what to say. He felt his mouth drop as he shuddered more. Especially when Annabelle had a wide smirk on her face.
“Hmm is that true, you’re going through a really bad heat huh?” It was clear that she was having an idea, a sexy idea as she looked back at Dan with a chuckle.
“Dan maybe we should help Them. It’s not fair that I have you all to myself.” She leaned down giving him a soft kiss. Dan returned it as he caressed his arm. Bast Raised an eyebrow at that though suddenly groaned bending over. A fire growing in her body. This damn heat. Every instinct in her body demanding that she craws over there. And mark that mortal fuck his brains out. Though she tried fighting it.
“Maybe we should.” Dan groaned slightly feeling Annabelle grind against her. He wasn’t a stupid man and Annabelle was offering.
To be continued.
By DustinMidnight for Literotica