Goddess Fantasy Art Novels & Stories

Her eyes stayed closed for a second longer before finally fluttering open slowly. Goddess… That alone made it harder to stay where I was. Outwardly, I held still. Inside, everything had gone quiet in a way that felt dangerous. Would she regret this? Would she hate herself for letting me this close again? Slowly, her fingers loosened on my shirt. Like she was waking up from it. Her lips parted slightly like she wanted to say something…but no words came out. Her eyes flickered away first. Then she moved. My arms dropped from her without resistance.

“Come for me, my princess.” She moaned my name and delved her hands deeper into my hair as her body vibrated. I tongue fucked her till I couldn't deal with the temptation anymore and I licked her clean. “Let's do this.” ARIA I was on the peak of desire and even after coming, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted him– needed him in me. He was the artist, deftly flicking his brush on the canvas, creating magic. My shoulders relaxed and I watched him undress. He had the type of body you only saw on demigods in books. The type that made you wonder what they were capable of.

Freya’s P.O.V The hallways seemed to stretch on forever as I walked past several wooden doors, all with their own intricate detailing. The pictures were all of the supernatural world, of wolves and witches. Women gathered around a cauldron and wolves howling at the moon. At one of walls, hung a tapestry where there was a woven picture of what I assumed was the Moon Goddess. A woman stood in front of the full moon, her white hair blowing back in the wind and her robe took up most of the picture. And at the bottom of them were wolves. They were all looking up at the Goddess in awe, whose ethereal beauty could be seen even through the painting.

The statue of the mother goddess was dressed in carefully draped and pinned silk so sheer that it hid nothing of the artist’s attention to detail, the points of nipples, the texture of hair peeking out beneath her armpits and at the v of her thighs. Thaelen knelt before her, his mouth dry, mesmerized by her beauty and the response of his body, the deep ache in the pit of his stomach making him very aware that his c-ck was hard, the heat of it against his thigh, trapped by his trousers. “Do you know what you would ask of our goddess?” A human acolyte murmured, kneeling at his side, her skin scented with perfumes, polished and pampered, and her red hair falling in a thick, pearl woven rope ove

, she asked before looking at the gods one after the other. Present in the room is the god of the sun, her brother, and her sister, who is also a moon goddess (Selene). Apart from those two and the king, there are seven other gods present, the god of anger and revenge, the god of sky and thunder, the god of wisdom, war and fate, the god of creation, the god of nature, the god of night and darkness, and the god of the underworld. " What have I done to you to come and report me?" she asked, looking at them one after the other with confusion.

Penelope deposited herself before a bench littered with cosmetics and polished mirrors and gestured to one of the cots. "You have a seat and get to thinking. I'll show you some ideas I had for makeup, perhaps it will inspire us. I was thinking something a little more dramatic...darker maybe..." She trailed off and began shuffling through the pots and brushes looking for something in particular. Calliope glanced around the room, taking in the various paintings on the walls. They were mostly erotic, the sort you'd find in private bedrooms. Images of Aphrodite and Adonis, Leda, Europa, Eros and Psyche ...and Persephone, eternally ravished by Hades. And we all know where that leads, she thought

It smelled like incense, the aroma rich and complex, with notes of sandalwood and myrrh. My eyes slowly fell on her tattooed arms, my curiosity piqued. The tattoos weren't the usual ones, at least not a pattern I knew, consisting mostly of letters and Cyrillic-like characters that seemed to dance across her skin. I found myself drawn to the tattoos, wondering what story they told and what secrets they held. My question was, why so many? Almost seventy percent of her upper body was covered in it. "You are looking at my arms?" Lyanna raised them up. "These, are the words of our Goddess and ancient scriptures. You know of our Goddess right? The one that created us?"

"Oh please stop making it sound like you are actually besties with the moongoddess" "I never said besties I'm older" "Here I was actually starting to believe you and now this??" "I have no time for party tricks child, your mother knows who I am" "I'd be sure to ask great ancestor" "I sure am" She twitches her fingers slightly tapping them, I'm drawn into a trance I think, I'm blinded by a light very bright slowly it reduces and my eyes accommodates slightly and slowly gradually I see a huge creature, it gradually becomes clearer as I see a woman beautiful beyond boundaries, having a perfect huge body and great outline except three eyes in her head, I feel enchanted and drawn towards her thir

Just then she stops as she finds her way to the center of the hall and where her last dance with him is buried by the spill of blood and pool of his betrayal. “Wonderful, just how wonderful is it to think of killing you slowly and painfully in return!” She screams in her most twisted expression. Crumpling her fist, she looks around the wall and painted a portrait of the Gods and goddesses of this known world that she is living in and believes to be her reality. “Surrender now. Look at everything. As you cannot resist this fantasy.” Marking another Chester smile, but in a more cold and twisted way, she giggles as she embraces the coldness and chanted the Gods, and Goddesses' names.

“But this one is different. The one I saw before, In Bhakhil, didn’t have any bears painted into it.” “Who is it?” I ask, already guessing from seeing her in my visions, but needing the confirmation. The woman in the painting looked an awful lot like Asena too. “That is the Goddess Inanna and her mate King Conrad. The one you saw, Hunji, was painted almost a thousand years after this one.” I looked at the priestess, her eyes meeting mine. “The inscription says: As it was once before, it shall become again. This painting depicts the goddess Inanna and her mate King Conrad defeating the god of the underground who was promised the goddess by her father, the painting you saw was the battle when