Déesse Novels & Stories

The voice felt like soft silk that sent goosebumps and shivers on her skin. Luna dropped down on the ground kneeling and her hands palm facing up. "I am your servant. Oh Goddess. I am your child. I am not worthy of your presence. Use me as you please." All the fatigue and questions went away. All Luna can think of is the voice of the goddess filling up every inch of her body. "I am Mayari. Goddess of the Moon. Deity of Beauty, Strength and Hunt. Leader of War and Revolution. I bestow the power of healing, the power of light and the power of wisdom to you."

He asked Tres about it and he said that she was Demeter—the goddess of food, basically. James looked up and saw that once again, the high ceiling was painted with extreme attention to detail. This time however, instead of Zeus or Poseidon, it was of fields of wheat, corn, fruit trees, and cattle grazing in prairies. There were numerous beautiful, petite-framed women dancing in the fields and laying offerings at the feet of a seated Demeter. Suddenly, Tres broke into his concentration. “I think my popularity points just went up a few notches.” “What? Why do you say that?” asked James.

she cried. Thalia took a deep breath and dropped the papers back down leaning back in her chair. “Your wrist is marked no?” she asked. How she knew Layla didn't ask or care to know as she just wanted answers or something. She nodded and lifted her sleeve on he right arm, where she brandished a silver crescent moon on her wrist, just below her thumb. “That is a symbol that hasn't been seen in many many ages. That is something that the gods of this generation do not dare test. That's the sign of a child of a primordial god.” she stated.

Upon them sat the deities, their presence radiant and commanding, their auras pulsing with the power of the cosmos. Selene, the Moon Goddess, sat at the center, her silver hair cascading down her back like a river of liquid moonlight. Her luminous eyes, usually serene, now carried the burden of sorrow, their glow dimmed by the weight of her thoughts. Beside her, Venus, the Goddess of Love, exuded an aura of soft warmth, her golden curls framing a face that was both gentle and fierce. Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne.

Justin could swear that his cock twitched in anticipation. It wasn't helping that after she pulled him to herself,his cock positioned itself on her entrance and he could feel her warmth through the fabric. Gosh! This was getting out of hand. His emotionless Goddess just turned to a lethal seductress and he was helpless when it came to her.

Erotic stories that can rekindle the flame within each of us: desire. Prohibited for minors, very hot scene. Experience intense moments of desire and let the pleasure consume you.

“Tell me about the gods and goddesses, Alaric.” “Well, there were twelve gods and goddesses, I killed three and you killed one, leaving them with eight. There is Ramiel, god of thunder, Haziah, god of Ice, Selene, goddess of Love, Azura, goddess of water, Hades, god of the underworld, Alinta, goddess of flame, Aron, god of Hate and Noel, god of Earth.”

Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

Trisha comments. "He certainly looks like those guys with properly built body!" Ana comments. "Are you girls for real?" Kenzy asks. " Don't tell me you already undressed them with your eyes, " Kenzy says amidst laughter. "You girls should stop overhyping them. They are hot, yes we saw that. But your descriptions are off!" Karis says. "I wonder. Someone who didn't see them, would mistake then for one Demi-God!" Kenzy laughs. "Kenz, I pray God blesses you with two more eyes. Because I see this one's you have aren't helping you in any way. You say we are overhyping them. Karis case is understandable, she behaves more like a lesbian!" Trisha says.