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“Well she will have to learn the old ways sooner or later,” Thea said, patting Anita's nether lips gently.

  Discussed as if she were not even in the room whilst Thea's fingers worked their magic on her body, it was tempting for Anita to just give in to the pleasure, to let herself be carried away by Thea's talented touch. It was clear that Georgia did not object, she was standing by, watching it happen.

  “We are creatures of passion, all of us, Anita,” Thea spoke directly to her. “Passion is in our hearts, our blood, our minds. It is right and proper that it be expressed physically.” With that, she penetrated Anita, her fingers sliding into Anita's silky depths.

  Gasping as Thera's fingers sank inside her, Anita did not know what to do with herself. She was being taken by a goddess, fucked right in front of her partner. The fingers withdrew and several hard slaps landed low and hard across her bottom, then the fingers seated themselves back inside her, as if she were a sheath and they belonged there. Thera pumped them gently in and out of Anita, fucking her with tender strokes that made her moan with pleasure. “You see that your girlfriend does not mind me doing this to you, little witch.”

  Georgia snorted. “It's such a hardship watching her spread around your fingers, Thera, I can't tell you.”

  “Georgia's a pervert,” Anita gasped, grinding her hips with pleasure.

  “And what are you?” Thera asked, lowering her head to lay a swift, painful bite on Anita's shoulder.

  “I'm the innocent she loves to corrupt,” Anita squealed. Sex hormones had flooded her body, enhancing pleasure and turning pain into pleasant sensation. When Thera began thrusting her fingers harder and faster, she pushed back against them, riding the goddess.

  “This will not do,” Thera growled, pulling her fingers away. “She is enjoying it too much. It is supposed to be a form of punishment.”

  Anita mewled with need, her bottom squirming as she sought Thera's touch once more. “She is difficult to punish,” Georgia agreed somewhat smugly.

  “I can be inventive,” Thera growled. “Do you have any sex toys?”

  They had many sex toys as it happened. An entire drawer full. Ordered to wait on the bed on her hands and knees, Anita watched as Thera went through them and selected a strap on with a thick dildo. “We will see how gleeful you are now,” she told Anita, her eyes flashing with thwarted lust.

  As Thera shed her clothes and donned the dildo, Anita's heated gaze swept over the goddess incarnate's body. It was just as attractive in reality as it had been in the glade. Her body was feminine, but not soft. She had gentle muscle definition across her shoulders and arms and down her belly. As Anita's gaze dropped lower she saw the dildo. It swung between Thera's legs, low and threatening. Without any ceremony at all Thera mounted the bed behind her and unceremoniously thrust the thick toy straight into Anita's tender pussy.

  “Now this is a fuck, isn't it,” she growled, leaning over Anita as she thrust deep and hard. “This is the punishment fucking you need.” With her hands clamped hard on Anita's hips, Thera fucked the younger witch hard, slamming the plastic rubber cock inside her body with merciless thrusts.

  Anita squealed with pleasure and desire and Georgia's eyes were filled with a dark glee as she looked on, watching Anita's breasts sway with every thrust. Whimpering and moaning, Thera rode Anita down to the bed, fucking her until her arms no longer held her and she collapsed face first, her bottom still stuck up in the air, her pussy taking every rough thrust.

  “It hurts,” Anita whimpered.

  “I know,” Thera growled. “Its supposed to hurt your pussy when I fuck you hard. You're not going to walk straight after this, you're going to feel me between your legs for days. Whenever Georgia slips her hand between your thighs, you're going to wince and remember this, remember that you were bad and I fucked you for it.”

  Perhaps it was the lust that clouded her mind, perhaps it was the physical pounding that urged Anita on and on, or perhaps it was the chill in Thea's voice, the deliberate ache she was inflicting between Anita's legs. Whatever it was, it pushed Anita over the edge and she cried out in ecstasy and pain as an orgasm unlike any other ripped through her. It was like being bathed with pure light that emanated from her core and pounded through her body. It was a connection with a higher being, a higher being that rode her throughout the orgasm. At the peak of ecstacy, Anita connected with Thea, faded away and became part of her. She was lost for a time in that bright place between life and death, and it was almost a regretful sensation to feel her body heavy and fleshy again as the pleasure faded, leaving her with a throbbing ache between her thighs.

  “Wow,” she breathed when Thea eased the toy out of her and allowed her to collapse onto the bed. “That was worth it.”

  Georgia's laugh bounded around the room whilst Thea looked positively stricken with disappointment. “She enjoyed it.”

  “Yes, I'd say she did,” Georgia smiled down at her naked girlfriend who was still panting slightly from the force of her orgasm. “You're not the only one who feeds on pain, Thea.”

  “You have tricked me,” Thea smiled slightly.

  “I did not. I told you she was hard to punish.”

  The smile grew wider as comprehension dawned on Thea. “A masochist for a lioness, it makes sense.”

  “I'm not a masochist,” Anita objected.

  “Oh hush, you have no idea what you are,” Georgia waved her objection away.

  “Well, I suppose I cannot object too much to such a pleasant experience,” Thea mused, trailing a fingernail down Anita's thigh.

  “Are you satisfied now, Mistress?” Georgia was smirking unapologetically.

  “I am, though not in the way I expected to be.” Thea's dark eyes slid between the still naked Anita and Georgia. “I'm beginning to think that my presence here is not an accident.”

  “I should hope not, you decided to come, did you not?” Georgia spoke with a perfectly straight face. A face so straight that even Anita wondered if she was up to something. This had all gone far too smoothly. Georgia had calmly stood by and watched as Thea wandered in and had sex with her. Different relationship paradigms aside, it was odd.

  “Not what I meant, my cat.” Thea's eyes narrowed with suspicion. “I had not felt you in many years. Then one night, there you are. Calling me.”

  “I did not call you.”

  “You gathered enough power that I could not help but feel you. I was looking for you already, but I think you were aware of that. When you gathered the witches your beast roared to me, lioness, as you knew it would.”

  Georgia shrugged casually. “You commanded me to come and I obeyed.”

  “Yes. I commanded you. As you knew I would.” Anita shifted in bed, drawing the covers around her. Thea was starting to get mad for some reason. “Then you presented me with this little tit bit and allowed me to take her,” the goddess said it as if it were an accusation.

  “Age is making you paranoid,” Georgia said dismissively.

  Anita wondered how Georgia dared to speak to a deity that way. Then she remembered that Georgia had known Thera for hundreds of years. Familiarity almost always breeds contempt, even if the familiar person is a goddess.

  “I wonder,” Thera said. “I wonder, and I promise you this. If I discover that you have been trying to trick me in some way, I will be back for you – and your consort.” With that she stalked out of the room dramatically. A moment later however, she popped her head back in, a lecherous smile spread across her beautiful face. “Actually, I rather think I'll be back for both of you regardless. I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time.” She disappeared from view once more and this time the front door slammed behind her dramatically as she made her exit.

  “Well,” Georgia smiled, sitting on the bed. “That was interesting, wasn't it?”

  Anita looked at Georgia with suspicion. “Are you messing with her?”

  Georgia shook her head. “No. But she is a Greek deity. They are accustomed to tricksters. They expect to fi
nd them everywhere.”

  Anita frowned. One of Thea's questions remained in her mind. It was a good question, one Georgia had not properly answered yet. “Why did you let her find you? ”

  Georgia shrugged. “It was only a matter of time before she found me anyway. One cannot live on carrots forever.”

  “Huh?”

  “I told you I tried to keep us shielded. That meant not using my power when it wasn't necessary and a vegetarian lifestyle keeps my bestial energies low, makes me hard to find.”

  “And harder to get along with,” Anita said.

  “That too.” Georgia leaned over and dropped a kiss on Anita's cheek.

  “So where does this leave us? Anita asked.

  “Where does what leave us?”

  “Georgia, I just fucked another woman in front of you.”

  A sexy smirk spread over Georgia's lips. “I know.”

  “You liked it!” Anita laughed. “You actually liked it!”

  “You're beautiful when you're aroused,” Georgia smiled, tracing Anita's jaw with her fingertips. “Why wouldn't I like it?”

  “Most people are more possessive than that.”

  “Not me.”

  “Does this mean you want to sleep with other people too?” Anita frowned. The idea did not fill her with joy, especially when she remembered how Lith had been looking at Georgia.

  Georgia shook her head. “Unless there's a deity you owe a debt to, you can count on my faithfulness.”

  “Hardly seems fair,” Anita mumbled, curling up in the bedclothes and laying her head on Georgia's lap.

  “Life is very rarely fair.”

  They cuddled in silence for a time. The ache remained between Anita's thighs, reminding her over and over again of the way Thera had taken her. Georgia had not minded in the strictest sense of the term, but there was a certain disrespect in the way she treated the deity that made Anita think there was still animosity between them. “You do not like Thera, do you?”

  Georgia took a moment before she replied. “There have been worse Mistresses of Beasts.”

  It was a diplomatic reply, even for Georgia. “But?” Anita prompted her.

  A sad smile appeared on Georgia's face. “If I tell you, you must not use this against me in our arguments.”

  “Okay,” Anita agreed. She was not the type to use information as ammunition anyway.

  “I do often wish that there was no Mistress of Beasts, or that her control over me was more limited.”

  “Ah,” Anita said. She now understood why Georgia had asked for the information not to be used in arguments. Georgia hated having anyone in control of her, in much the same way Anita professed to hate the way Georgia controlled her. “It's not the same though, is it?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, well, obviously you think there's a parallel between how you are with me and how Thera is with you. But it's not the same thing.” Anita knew she was mad for making the argument for Georgia, but Georgia didn't seem to see it herself. “Thera has power over you simply because you happen to have a touch of the beast about you. You have power over me because you love me and I love you. What we have is based in love. What she has is based in... something else.”

  “You may have a point,” Georgia nodded slowly.

  “Of course I have a point,” Anita said. “It's not the same thing at all.”

  Georgia quirked a brow in Anita's direction. “Does this mean you accept what we have? That you accept me as dominant?”

  A naughty little smile spread over Anita's face. It was an instinctive reaction to Georgia's stern expression, a reaction based on the tingle she felt in her belly. “I suppose I have to. You can tear down my shields with a crook of your finger, your Mistress is my Mistress.”

  “Is she?”

  “I think so. I could not have resisted her even if I'd wanted to.”

  “But you didn't want to.”

  Anita shook her head. “She has some sway over me. I don't know how to describe it, but my body responds as if it is hers to call.”

  Georgia nodded as if she understood. “Wait,” Anita said suddenly. “Has she ever... done that with you?”

  “Many times. In the old days she would assemble several of her cats and have us mate with one another for her pleasure.” Georgia kept her expression as serious as possible, but Anita saw the slight glimmer of a grin around her lips.

  “So you partook in ancient Greek orgies. And you remember them.”

  “One of the perks of being a beast,” Georgia winked.

  “You filthy wench,” Anita teased.

  “Says the woman who just arched for an almost complete stranger like a cat in heat,” Georgia teased right back. “You little slut.”

  The word could have hurt, could have cut Anita to ribbons, but it was said with such affection, such warmth that it made her smile. “If I am, it is your doing.”

  “So it is my fault, I see,” Georgia laughed, drawing Anita into a closer embrace. “I will have to be very, very careful with you indeed, won't I?”

  “Yes you will,” Anita agreed, moaning softly as Georgia claimed her mouth in a deep, thoroughly possessive kiss.

  As Georgia began to make sweet, patient love to her, Anita realized that although this was hardly the life she'd planned for herself, all was as it needed to be. Georgia's beast had been unleashed so she no longer needed to hide what she was. The big cat had come out to play, claws and all. That alone was worth a hundred erotic run ins with an oversexed Greek deity.

  Joined in love and bonded by a new sense of trust, Georgia and Anita explored one another with tender touches. Their powers played off one another, curling and caressing with new found intimacy. Thera could fuck Anita until the world ended - but only Georgia could claim her heart.

  Fin. For now.