Tranquility Lane {Mercury & Yen}

[PrincessCelestia]

(NOTE: This has NOTHING to do with Fallout 3! I just stole the name 'Tranquility Lane' because of the thematic similarities and cause it's a wonderfully cliche name.)

Amelia Dawson was not an average woman in many ways. Her body alone set her apart, the kind that was currently gracing the pages of the newly formed Playboy Magazine. The womanly figure that Frank Sinatra and Humphrey Bogart were standing next to on the silver screen. Her curves were perfectly formed and made to fill out slinky evening gowns. Her creamy skin seemed unnaturally perfect, not a blemish to be found anywhere on her. And her face was the kind that a man could - and many had - fallen in love with at the first sight.

Of course Amelia wasn't actually in the movies or the newly coalescing pornographic industry. She just had the knock-out looks that would have let her stroll into Hollywood and start her climb to the top with a simple smile and a coy swish of her hips.

In actuality she had once been known to the Roman people as Juno. Many things about her were distorted by mortals, such as her vengeful streak and even her name. Too often confused with her angry sister known as Hera, she had distanced herself from the other Gods when it was clear their time was coming to an end. Open worship of the various pantheons would fade away as humanity embraced new religions, and eventually the religion of science. Juno did not wish to simply wallow in the all-consuming depression so many Gods had after losing their faithful.

Instead she had spent many centuries wandering the Earth, exploring the human condition and seeing what life was like for mortals. She grew to understand them, to love them in a way few deities did. She stayed with some of them for their entire lives, and she knew the incredible pain in her heart when they passed into the realm of her brothers and sisters who ruled the dead, a place she would have to give up her immortal life to follow them to.

But now, she had indeed done just that. Still otherworldly, still in possession of powers beyond human telling, she was Juno no longer but Amelia Dawson forever. She'd given up her immortality a week earlier, the day she'd said 'I Do' and taken a mortal husband. She would live with him, grow old with him, die with him, and pass into Heaven with him.

But first, they had adventures to have in this world. She'd been very picky when they were deciding where to settle down and start a life. And the place she'd settled on was something right out of the television box.

Tranquility Lane was a sleepy little cul-de-sac in the suburbs of the town of Pleasantville. Yes, the town was actually named that, but even more bizarre was how well it fit. Tranquility Lane was inhabited by many people, and most of them accorded to the American Dream lifestyle completely. The women wore pastel dresses, the milk man smiled when he dropped off your cream, and the paper boy couldn't wait to spend his nickle on moon pies. Even the people seemed like they belonged in television, all of them attractive and well-dressed.

Of course like any place, many problems lurked beneath the surface of Tranquility Lane. Subtle problems, adult problems, ones that were fated to tear many happy families apart. Without a little bit of divine intervention, anyway.

 

[Yenpointfive]

If you ever want to shake a man's world view, prove to him that the woman he'd fallen in love with is a goddess. Alex had certainly found it quite a shock. The weird part was, when it actually happened it didn't lead to any of the sort of stuff you'd usually expect. No "am I really good enough for you?" No "do I get to live forever?" And not a single religious quandary. His only question was whether or not she'd prefer if he proposed in a more Roman fashion or if getting down on his knee and presenting her with the ring was would still be fitting.

Admittedly, he was a little surprised she was with him but it wasn't because she was a god. He was a naive farmboy through and through and yet somehow or another he'd managed to find himself with a woman whose sexual proclivities could have shocked porn directors. Admittedly, he'd caught on quickly. A while back he might have thought that things were moving too quickly and probably shouldn't have been happening before they were married. As it was he was starting to discover that he had quite the dirty mind given half the chance, even though she still seemed to outclass him at the drop of a hat in that department.

He wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten into this idea of hers. There was always something working behind the scenes with her. He got the distinct feeling that most of what she did was planned out better than she let on, though he'd gotten used to simply letting her have those decisions. She picked where they were going and eased him into the idea of working on some great new religion of hers, and in return he got to make a few key decisions of his own. For instance, how little she wore while cooking Saturday's breakfast and what they'd be doing afterward.

Still, he could be a little skeptical now and then. Well, he'd already been a little skeptical then but he was definitely going to be skeptical now. "Are you sure this is the place?" He asked Amelia as he stepped out of the car. It wasn't that it wasn't a nice neighborhood. He was rather of the opinion that the word "picturesque" was invented after Tranquility Lane in order to describe it. And it wasn't that they didn't fit in. It just seemed like an odd place to start her plan off. Not to mention the fact that the house had nice big windows in a lot of rooms, which kind of seemed like an issue considering their usual home life.

Still, it felt like it could be a good fit. He'd have to get used to it a little bit though. Just like his goddess he was ever so slightly out of place. For one, he was the only one here with 9 fingers as far as he could tell. Alex had worked in an auto factory after leaving the farm and had lost his left pinky in an accident. Technically it wasn't his accident but a man gets caught on a conveyor belt and he tends to count himself quite lucky if someone like Alex was around. Alex wasn't the type who could stop himself from helping a friend in need. Luckily the rest of his fingers still worked fine. oddly enough his wedding band covered up the scar on his ring finger. He was also the only person whose shirt was currently stained in motor oil but that was the car's fault for breaking down on the drive down here.

Alex's features tended to fall a little short of divinity, at least by comparison with Amelia. He had the rugged good looks that would have done wonders on the silver screen if it wasn't for the fact that he'd never really developed a good way to deal with audiences or cameras. His speeches at the factory once he became foreman were always short and to the point. The thing about Tranquility Lane is that a new couple is the sort of thing that DOES draw an audience. Lot's of new acquaintances ready to greet them to the neighborhood. Fortunately for him they seemed willing to taper things off so that it was just one or two of them at a time. When it came to small groups Alex was a master. It wasn't that he was a particularly good conversationalist or anything. But he did have a smile that dared you not to become his friend within five minutes of meeting him.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia did not consider her husband's missing finger a deformity or unattractive. In truth she thought that nine was the sexiest number of fingers a man could have. Not because she had some sort of bizarre fetish, but because of how he'd lost the finger and what it said about him as a person. Any time the subject came up in company she would cut him off and proudly tell the story of how he'd lost it saving a man's life, all while fawning and doting over him like a schoolgirl with a crush. She'd never seemed to fully get over that early stage of being smitten with Alex.

"Of course it is! Look how PERFECT it is, sweetheart!" She could already feel it, boiling just beneath the calm surface. The secrets, the lies, the pain, and the loneliness that was in this little town. It looked perfect, it's people acted perfect, and it's lawns were groomed perfectly. But there was a huge web of complications tying it's various denizens down. As a goddess of marriage and child birth, sex was naturally something she was very tuned into. After all, sex consummated marriage and resulted in children. It would be foolish to think she wouldn't be all about sex, and yet so many humans couldn't imagine a divine mother and wife being frisky.

Look, Alex. I need a hobby. Tupperware clubs don't cut it for me, and I've been around for thousands of years. I've read all the great books so many times. I'm not like other girls. I love to clean for you but frankly, I can just snap my fingers and do all the housework in an instant if I want to. Home making is something I just do for fun. Even when I clean by hand it only lasts so long, and then I get bored sitting at home all day. I used to help people, to listen to their problems and give them answers. I miss that. I know starting a religion seems weird... but I AM still a goddess, even if I'm mortal now. Please let me have this.

She was very happy that her wedding night plea had gotten through to her understanding and compassionate new husband. He listened to her in a way that gave her better understanding of why mortals would pray to her. She'd left the pantheon a long time ago. Jupiter was no longer the one she paid allegiance to, the one the goddess herself prayed to. That would always be Alex. He was her personal religion, her savior and her lord. She would never worship another.

"Ohh, look out baby. Here come the neighbors. Don't worry, I'll keep my clothes on." She gave a cute little giggle, standing on her toes to lean up and kiss his cheek before going to intercept the neighbors.

She was a natural. Charming, polite, and instantly likable. She had the looks, of course, a thin feminine frame with a fairly large bust and the sort of hips that seemed equally designed for pleasing a husband and bearing his children. And her girl-next-door face was a battlefield for the terms of 'cute' and 'beautiful' to vie for, framed by flowing golden hair that was her pride and joy. Add to that her classic pastel pink sundress and expertly applied make-up and she fit right in with the strange right-from-the-boob-tube vibe the neighborhood had.

Within minutes she had both neighbors smiling and happy that the new additions to the neighborhood seemed to be lovely people. Of course she spent much of the short introduction bragging about Alex and how wonderful he was, gushing over their recent wedding and how wonderful the honeymoon had been. Unlike what Alex would probably expect by now she did not make nay sexual innuendos or comments when the honeymoon came up, instead treating it with the polite delicacy that characterized civilized conversation in those days, dancing around the subject of sex with careful maneuvering of her words and vague descriptions of the entire event being 'wonderful' without making specific reference to what was so great.

The house itself was quite beautiful. It had two stories and was painted white. The architecture was modern and tasteful, indeed with a large number of big windows. The front had a well-groomed lawn, and it even had a drive-way and covered garage. In the back yard there was a large pool surrounded by a privacy fence, the mention of which had given Amelia a mischievous grin that probably meant it wouldn't stay up after they moved in.

Of course the inside was completely barren, and they had no moving truck with them. The neighbors might expect it to come later, but Alex would know that their things would arrive as soon as Amelia willed it. Hopefully after they drew some curtains, otherwise this would quickly stop being an amusing if slightly creepy parallel of television and she'd turn his life into Bewitched.

 

[Yenpointfive]

He looked around again, though her suggestion that he look at the neighborhood was probably not entirely about how long he looked at it so much as how he did. He sighed softly and shrugged. "Amelia, you and I both know I've got no idea how one goes about being a goddess. You tell me this is where you wanna start and this is where we'll start. I promise not to gripe too much about wanting to start a religion in Hawaii." Alex loved the ocean in a way that comes from having been to one twice in his entire childhood. Well, that and some of the things they did on the beach during their honeymoon certainly left a lasting impression.

Either way, he had to admit, he did like the house. It was only a stone's throw from a good Ford factory which he'd already been offered a very nice position at (You couldn't find a person at his old job who wouldn't give you a wonderful recommendation for hiring him) and, as if in consolation for the lack of warm sandy beaches to play on, there was a pool in the back yard. Admittedly, part of that might be there for an excuse to have the neighbor's over.

When she kissed his cheek he broke out into that characteristic smile of his, unable to keep it off his face after that comment. He patted her rear softly when she started to walk off, making sure the motion went unnoticed by their neighbors, at least as much as he could.

He soon fell in step behind her and greeted their new acquaintances. Within the first couple of groups he'd already promised 4 separate teenagers that they could use the pool if they did so at reasonable hours and didn't make too much of a racket, discussed the car trouble with several other husbands (who knew engine oil was such a good conversation starter?), been interrupted by Amelia ever time his finger got brought up, might have joined a bowling league, and checked out a couple of wives who looked as if they'd be very good students for Amelia. Of course, the reminder of what they were there for drew his eyes back to his wife. They hadn't exactly had time for her usual rigorous worship because of the long drive over.

Alex went ahead and started to draw the conversations towards a close. They already had plans to spend some time with the other couple's later and it was true that they did need to move some stuff into the house (though only as much as he'd actually bothered to pack to make it look like they were moving the normal way). He took another glance in Amelia's direction and the look in his eyes said it all. "I think we better move our things in before it gets dark. The move's sort of put off our usual schedule by a bit more than I'd like and you know me, I do love our routine." Alex was capable of innuendo, whether or not his voice could actually pull off a proper inflection for it was another matter. He constantly seemed to play the part of the innocent farmboy, even when he very much wasn't

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia may have preferred a more picturesque home by the ocean, but she also enjoyed the scenery of the suburbs. And of course, she wasn't like humans. While she still wanted to make the most of her time on Earth she knew there was going to be an endless paradise for the two of them when they died. Afterall, she was once Juno, Hades and Hel and the other gods of death wouldn't send her to the bad place. And she knew Alex was more than good enough to make the cut by any measuring system, be it the feather and the weight or the book of deeds. So rather than scenery, she chose it for the people, so she could leave a lasting impression with her time as a mortal.

Amelia was quite a social butterfly, and soon had just about every wife in the neighborhood interested in getting together while their husbands were away, every girl in the neighborhood secretly thinking how much they'd like to grow into someone like her, and every male of any age hoping their wife or mother wouldn't notice how much they were looking at her.

The goddess was quite happy when people became so intent on visiting them, though she did politely decline any requests to hang out their first night, saying that they were both tired from the drive and that Alex was right about moving in. And as suburban women tend to do they quickly got to speaking of a gathering and before long several husbands were pressured into agreeing to organize a 'welcome to the neighborhood' barbecue that very weekend. And since it was Friday, that would be quite soon. Of course Amelia had really just sensed her husband's anxiety and deflected any visitors that evening so she could tend to him.

"Yes, certainly. I'm so sorry to be rude, but we really must get this done tonight and get some sleep." After the last of the social niceties was done with and they were both inside, Amelia gave a sigh and kicked her shoes off. "Well, now then... dear, if you wouldn't mind taking the suitcases upstairs, I'll get started down here."

With a wave of her arm, curtains began to appear and draw themselves on the windows, hiding the occurances to follow from the outside. A point of her finger and a flash pf sparkling light saw a very fancy new record player appear, followed by it's sound system. Wires flew into their proper ports and the nearest electrical socket, and soon rock and roll was blaring out through the house.

Amelia began to dance to the music, always having liked this type. She flitted from room to room, pointing as she danced and summoning furniture from their old home. The striking blonde took her time, occasionally staying in a room and shifting furniture around telekinetically, figuring out what would go where. It took almost two hours, and she of course asked Alex's advice where she thought it was needed, and took instruction on how to set up any rooms that would be primarily for him, such as a study.

Finally she fell back onto the living room sofa, one hand on her forehead as she let out an exhausted sigh. "Oh my! That didn't take so much out of me before... mmmh... I think giving up my immortality has reduced my stamina for channeling divine energy."

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex was sure that this would calm down once they quit being a novelty to their new acquaintances. Or at least, it would have had it not been for the fact that Amelia was starting her own religion. Honestly, he really didn't mind the idea of an active social life. He would, however, be a little bit more comfortable when friendly strangers turned into friendly acquaintances. Then again, that was sort of what the barbecue was for. If Alex couldn't befriend a man with a hunk of pig, a grill, and the right seasonings then you were dealing with a sad husk of a man immune to all that was good in the world.

He scooped up several suitcases from the car on the way in, barely needing to be told what his part of the job was. Afterall, it wasn't hard to tell which one of them was more suited to the task of materializing furniture around the house. Lifting heavy bags was honestly a fifty fifty split when you considered that one of them was telekinetic. He finished his task quickly and came back downstairs to the sound of rock music. "I don't know what I did before I had you to keep my records from getting messed up during long trips." He mused as he looked at the player, wondering silently whether or not they should be paying someone for that. His eyes drifted back to her as she danced about. The music was even better when it came with a show and Amelia knew how to put on quite the show between the movement of her body and the floating furniture. Honestly though, he'd seen the floating furniture bit before. It was useful and still cool, but it didn't do much to distract him from Amelia anymore.

He followed her from room to room, giving advice where it was needed but mostly staying out of her way and trying not to get clobbered by flying chairs. When she finally made it to the living room couch he plopped down beside her and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "This is the first time I've ever heard you complain about your stamina. It's never been a problem before." He still had that same innocent tone but the smile was busy daring her to let that one slide. Of course, he was hoping she wouldn't.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia cracked open one eye, looking to him as a coy smile curled over her lips. Oh no, she most certainly wouldn't let that go. An open invitation like that? It was the sort of thing she lived for. With the days of toying with mortals and meddling in their affairs like childish pranksters - the thing her own pantheon was most known for - long behind her, Alex was her reason for being now. It wasn't a small thing for a goddess to give up her eternal life and brave the murky waters of death for him. Such commitment would never miss that sort of opportunity.

"Mmmm, that's true. I suppose I need to work out more." She moved into his lap easily, wriggling her rear end against him as she began to place soft kisses along his neck. Her hands pressed into his chest, rubbing it through the shirt and causing a little shiver at the feel of his muscles.

"Ohhh... do you... mmmh.. do you want me to start on dinner, my love? Or should I get started on catching up with the duties I've been neglecting? I do hope you aren't cross with me for not sucking your cock the last couple of days. It's just been so busy, ever since we left he honey moon suite."

She was sucking up to him. Amelia hadn't made him cum in over 24 hours, and for them that was quite something. It probably bothered Amelia more than it did Alex, and she was clearly trying to convince him not to punish her oversight. Of course he knew by now that she would be equally happy whether he decided to listen to her pleas or not.

 

[Yenpointfive]

You'd think a goddess would be harder to read after all those years but Amelia was as good as an open book to him. That one smile was like opening the lid of Pandora's Box and finding out that all the bad stuff was gone but someone had still decided to leave Hope inside. You knew you couldn't take back what you just did and you couldn't think of a single reason that you'd want to.

His arm slipped around her waist and pulled her closer as she wiggled her rear against him. His hand dropped down and gave her ass a quick squeeze, more encouragement to keep up what she was doing than anything else. Of course, all the encouragement she'd need was already starting to press back against those soft cheeks. Maybe it was all the red meat growing up or just the luck of the draw but Alex was sporting quite a temple for his goddess to worship. "That can certainly be arranged." He suggested before adding in "If we keep planning barbecues this quickly I'm going to need something to keep the pounds off."

He listened to her suggestions before giving her a warm smile that assured her everything was easily forgiven. "I'll tell you what. You can make it up to me tomorrow by cooking me my favorite breakfast." She already knew that he defined his favorite breakfast as 'one she cooked wearing an apron and nothing else'. His smile began to turn to that childlike malevolence that sometimes came out when she neglected her duties. "As for tonight, I'm thinking you do need to be punished. I've half a mind to put you over my knee. A striptease first couldn't hurt the odds I'll go easy on you though." He mused. Alex had never struck a woman before Amelia, and in any other circumstance, probably never would, but ever since she'd pointed out that a spanking might be the proper sort of punishment for a girl like her he'd come to love it.

Alex did take a moment's pause to look over at the window, making sure that the curtains were closed and the window was too. No need for the neighbor's to see or hear them. He wasn't exactly sure what the reaction of a neighborhood like Tranquility Lane would be to a man spanking his wife for not sucking his cock recently enough but he imagined it would be quite interesting to watch, preferably from the vantage point of someone other than that hypothetical man.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Oh, how Amelia loved this part! She tried not to intentionally earn punishment, and this time she really had meant to worship Alex properly. But the move caused so much work, and her new mortality was a drain that she was still getting used to. She once slept just to share the experience with Alex, but now she had to. Her divine powers were still as strong, but being a goddess was now tiring, something she'd have to adjust to.

"Ohhh, yes dear!" She stood up after a kiss to his cheek, grinning as she changed the music to something less bombastic and more sensual, the sweet sounds of R&B filled the room. She loved this music as well, never having been one to buy into the ridiculous notion of avoiding music because people of a certain color made it. That was another thing she'd stamp out here in the Lane if it existed.

The look on Amy's face was clear. She began to dance to the music, slowly removing her clothes a bit at a time. She made even her plain outfit something sensual, kicking her shoes off one by one. The straps of the dress slid off her shoulders, and with her back to him she wiggled out of it while bending forward. The panties and bra beneath would be considered unsexy in a few decades, but it didn't really matter. The bra came next, revealing breasts that supported themselves without it's assistance. She shook them for him, showing her bright pink nipples and the way they jiggled. With the panties her smooth and hairless sex was revealed, a tiny slit of pink that formed the gates to heaven.

Any instruction he gave her, any orders he issued, were all obeyed immediately. And the whole time she lavished him with praise. "Ohh, Alex, thank you. Thank you for teaching me discipline and showing me the error of my ways. I strayed from the path. Please use your holy cock to enlighten me." She was growing closer, now just a foot or so away as she turned and bent forward, wiggling her ass and tempting sex at him. "Please, husband! Teach me, teach me and allow me to worship you!"

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex didn't really see this as a punishment, despite what they may have called it. Honestly, he could have used it as a reward and it'd have done just as well. In the end it sort of evened out. If she slacked off with her worship she got a spanking. It couldn't really be considered a punishment though. It was closer to his way of showing her that he forgave her for being lax with her duties since she got a spanking and then got to catch up on the worship she'd missed.

That grin of hers ruined any chance that he could manage to play the role of the stern husband accepting his wife's sincere apologies for her misdeeds. No, instead he ended up grinning too since he knew he was in for a good show. When she began to dance for him he watched intently, his eyes tracing her body approvingly. Now and then he'd stop her for a moment, and instruct her. There were a few parts where he'd ordered her to turn around to get a different view. "You're as lovely as ever Amelia. I think I might even be able to forgive you for forgetting your chores at this rate. Though if I let you go without a spanking I'm sure we'd end up back here again."

With that said he brought his hand down on her ass, delivering a nice hard smack before he stood up and grabbed a handful of her hair. He didn't tug hard or quick but he was insistant about it as he sat back down and, just as he said he would, put her over his knee. He released her hair, lightly combing his fingers through it and tracing his way down her back to her rear, delivering another firm swat to her ass. "Alright Amelia. What do you have to say for yourself?" He asked as he began to spank her repeatedly. Each swing was separated from the rest by a good enough space for her to get a couple of words in but sure enough, each time there'd be a loud crack as his hand came down on her ass again. And she had to come up with a good coherent defense for herself before he turned her ass bright red.

Of course, she could feel his cock pressing up against her stomach the entire time, just out of her reach. But that was a reward that was going to wait until after she'd found a way to try to explain the fact that she hadn't sucked him off or given him a chance to fuck her in over 24 hours. Sure, he knew full well she had a good explanation, but the fun of this was seeing how well she could get that explanation out while he was busy working over her rear.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia squealed at the smack to her rear, a sound that quickly became a much more openly sexual moan as her gorgeous hair was pulled. She knew Alex was knew to the concept of being rough with a girl. Even if she tired more easily these days she was still damned sturdy and moreover appreciative of the sensation of pain. She did not resist her husband at all as she was brought over his knee. And when she looked back up at him, she demonstrated one of her most favorable talents int he bedroom. She was a world-class actress.

The look of shock as the hand came down on her ass seemed genuine. She'd assured Alex he never needed to stop something intimate unless she asked him to directly. So even as the yelps of pain came with each resounding crack against her ass drew blushes and winces, her eyes increasingly growing pleading with him to stop, he would know she did not want that. She acted innocent, as if these actions were surprising and truly punishment, even as she loved every strike. Would that act last? Probably not. She could rarely maintain the illusion of the innocent, demure wife once he was inside of her. But she knew that most men secretly wanted a woman who had to be taught a bit.

"AH! I-I'm sorry, Alex! I'm sorry I haven't - YAH! - s-sucked your cock! Nnnh... I- AH! - I put other things ahead of fucking you! I'm s-OW-ry! P-please forgive me! I l-OO-ve you! I promise I'll make it up to- AH - you! I-i'll let you put it in my ass! Do you- NNH- do you want that, baby? I'll get the oil and - FUCK! - you can shove it up my sore little ass-HOLE!"

The curtains may have been drawn, but she wasn't being quiet. Would the neighbors hear? That was questionable. But Amelia didn't care. The way her toes curled was her tell. She could hide every bit of pleasure from crossing her face or her voice. But those cute little toes clenched with each strike, twisting and flexing and arching. The hardness against her tummy only made it worse, and from the warm moisture against his lap and the sweet smell filling the room she was clearly enjoying her 'punishment'.

 

[Yenpointfive]

He had taken a while to get used to this. Hairpulling, spankings, all made harder to get used to by her acting. That was before he caught on to her toes. There were few sights he loved quite as much as Amelia's toes curling in pleasure. Alex had never really been interested in feet but knowing that Amelia was going to be left horny as could be when he was done did offer quite the compelling argument for the sight.

He kept quiet and listened intently to Amelia's confession, the look on his face still calm and collected, as if he was deciding whether she'd be forgiven or cast out for her transgressions. Then again, Alex wasn't a good actor compared to her. Compared to her he belonged in 3rd grade school plays. When she mentioned letting him fuck her ass he quit spanking her, though he did idly squeeze and knead her sore butt cheek in his hand while he considered the offer.

Alex was, at times, still the naive farmboy and while she'd come from a time when anal sex was perfectly acceptable. Plus he'd never fucked her there after a spanking. He couldn't help but break his look of composure and grin. "Well, that does sound like a good idea. It'll help make up for what you've been neglecting and with your ass already turning beet red I'm pretty sure I can find my way into considering that a punishment." He decided before leaning down, catching her chin in his strong hand and guiding her lips to his. "Go on love, get the oil and when I'm done with your ass all will be forgiven." He used his best godly voice but it was still tinted by childish excitement at the thought of what would come next. He kissed her lips softly before releasing her chin and delivering another rough swat to her ass to remind her what'd happen if she wasted any more time.

Of course, he'd never bothered to consider that the upstairs curtains weren't drawn but hopefully no one was watching. By the time she got back down he'd have already stripped down, cock still hard and ready to continue her punishment.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia bit her lip at that last smack, and rather than a whimper of pain she let out a barely muffled moan of pleasure. Her full ass cheeks had already changed color, now glowing softly from the repeated impacts. She felt sore and abused, like sitting would be painful. But she wasn't objecting to that either.

"Yes dear!" She said it with a bit too much excitement, her own act faltering as well now. The blonde got up to her feet, her stockings and garter belt the only things that she still wore aside from make-up and some light jewelry. She was up the stairs in a flash, fishing the oil from it's place in her nightstand. She stopped at seeing one of the neighborhood teenagers taking out the trash through the large, open window. She grinned and waved to him, not bothering to stick around and watch him pick his jaw and the trash up off the sidewalk.

When she got back downstairs, she was holding the little bottle daintily in her hand. She walked right over to the couch, grinning as she got up onto her knees on it. Her ass was pointed back at him, the moist and pouting lips of her sex just beneath the seemingly virgin tightness of her anus. She knew just how taboo and dirty this was to people these days, and to her husband. The bottle was offered to him, her finger flipping the cap open with coy look over her shoulder.

"Here you are, dear. Thank you for teaching me so thoroughly. Please, don't hold back. Don't be gentle. There's no excuse for letting your poor cock go so long without a tight cunt wrapped around it. Teach me why a horrible wife I've been, please! Annoint me in your holy seed and forgive my sins!" If there was another sign that she was turned on besides her toes curling, it was definitely when she began to use religious terminology in sexual innuendo.

 

[Yenpointfive]

She'd certainly made one boy's night. Not just the fact that he'd gotten to see her naked, but the fact that she clearly noticed him and actually seemed happy about it. That right there was enough to set his mind spinning with all kinds of thoughts. Of course, while a few other boys might have heard about it it wasn't like one of the housewive's had. That would have probably lead to a lot of gossip. Then again, word of mouth would eventually bring them to her, prying for details, and it would have made for a great way to introduce them to her religion.

He wasn't bothering to hide his grin either. At this point there was little reason to pretend that this was any sort of punishment for her, sore though her ass might be. He took the bottle from her with a quick "Thank you Amelia" and then set to work. He spread her ass cheeks and poured a small amount of the oil down over her asshole. He then poured a bit on his fingers and without warning or hesitation slipped to of them into her tight hole. "You're getting lucky, you know. After how long you neglected my cock I really ought to have fucked your mouth and then done this with your saliva instead of the oil. And a frat paddle may be a bit more appropriate for the spanking." He told her with a grin as his fingers pumped in and out of her hole, twisting and spreading apart a little to make sure she was ready for him.

When he finished preparing her he pulled his fingers out of her and whipped the rest of his cum on his fat cock. "Lucky you I'm going to settle for making sure that you're too sore to sit down for a few days. Maybe that'll remind you that you should be spending less time on your rear and more time on your knees." He knew full well how much work she put into the move and that this wasn't really fair. She did a lot more work with that then he did (mostly by virtue of him needing someone else in order to lift a couch and being incapable of teleporting objects miles away.) At the same time, he knew full well that he couldn't let her off with forgetting her duties. Now and then you needed to get vengeful with your worshiper.

His hands rested on her hips, thumbs gently pressing against her sore ass and spreading her cheeks. He let his fat cock prod against her asshole softly, pausing for just a second to let her ready herself before he forced his hips forward. Even with the oil, getting the tip in was always a bit of a challenge, like Alex's cock hadn't really been built on the same scale as Amelia's ass. When it did slip into her and she was squeezing down on him it was worth the work. Just like she'd asked he wasn't planning on being gentle and quickly pulled back on her hips, letting out a primal groan as he took his wife's tight hole roughly. His hips smacked lightly against hers, delivering a jolt through her sore ass that reminded her of just how much this was going to smart when he got going.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia didn't really care if the boy's mother found out, though she was counting on both his not wanting that little detail out to adults and the audacity of such a claim making her assume he was lying, even if he did say such a thing. A dangerous assumption to most. A woman played with her freedom by doing that sort of thing. But not Amelia. She was quite safe, because the cops never seemed to get any phone calls about her.

The goddess gasped softly at the cool oil against her skin, closing her eyes and savoring the sensations of mortal flesh. She'd walked in this body for a very long time - well not THIS body, it was brand new, made just before she gave up her immortality and was bound to it's shell for the rest of her life. But identical ones had been used until they wore out, and she had grown to barely remember the time when she would spend much of her days as a giant being atop of a mountain or an ethereal ball of energy. This small, frail body was so much better. Humans existed in such a narrow range, unable to survive in anything but an environment custom-tailored for them. But that frailty made even the cool slickness of that oil a sharp sensation that sent a shiver up her spine.

"Ahhhh! Oh, please husband! You don't need to be merciful with me! If you desire my mouth I will gladly- ooohhhhhh!" She was cut off at the fingers entering her ass, arching her back slightly at the penetration. She was immaculately clean inside, her divine beauty regiment and cleansing products of a quality far beyond what America was producing in the 1950s. The tight orifice clenched his fingers as Amelia looked back over her shoulder at her husband. The earlier coyness was gone from her face, now dominated by a blush and eyes that begged for more. Fairness was not a concept she really cared about, for this kind of treatment was just as good as any reward for her work during the move. Which even she admitted was 'cheating' when using divine powers given her decision to live as a human. Of course she never said she'd play by the rules or expressed regret over cheating.

The blonde let out a whimper when the fingers were taken away. Of course the replacement of his cock made her let out a delighted and girlish squeal, the kind one might expect from a teenager at an Elvis Presley concert. Her hands shot out to the arm of the couch, gripping it tightly. "Ohhhh, yeah! Spank me, Alex! Ohh, teach me a less-OOOOOW!" Amelia stiffened in genuine pain at the penetration, wincing sharply and digging her manicured nails into the couch. She breathed heavily and shook as her abused little ass squeezed tight around him, trying to push him out and only serving to heighten his pleasure as it squeezed around him. She yelped at the smack to her already sore ass, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "NNNNH! FUCK!"

Of course Alex would know by now never to stop. And sure enough, after about half a minute little moans and gasps were peppered among the whimpers as she endured her punishment. Even though it hurt, her honey was running down her thighs as her gorgeous blonde hair jumped and bounced with his harsh thrusts. The pleasure in her voice built up as he brought out the masochist in her, the part that simply enjoyed mortal sensation no mater what it was. And as her week-old ass adjusted to his size her tears of pain turned to tears of joy. "Ahhhhhh fffffUCK! Fuck me Alex! Oh by Cronos FUCK ME! HARDER! This is a pathetic lesson! TEACH ME! Be MY god, Alex! Show me why I left Olympus for you!""

 

[Yenpointfive]

"I knew full well I can do as I please with your mouth." He reminded her before giving her a wicked grin. "But we're here because you need to be reminded to use it. I think that turning your ass cherry red and so sore you'll still feel it on Monday will be a good reminder." He told her with a little laugh, his fingers already sliding in and out easily thanks to the oil. Of course, if it was a tight fit for his fingers his cock was going to stretch her tight hole to its limits.

That excited squeal was music to his ears. He didn't have to be asked to keep on spanking her. Once he'd forced her hole open with his fat cockhead his hand slid back around to her rear, coming down hard and delivering a nice hard smack as he began to fuck her. He groaned as her ass clenched around him. Something told me she was never going to overcome that reflex, which happened to be just fine by him. The way her inner muscles rippled around his cock while he fucked her were nothing short of exquisite and earned her a few more spankings, his hips adding to the mix whenever they connected with her rear.

Those moans brought a grin to his face as Amelia proved to be ever the masochistic lover. She may have gone a bit too far when she used the word 'pathetic' though. She couldn't really manage to insult Alex. He was pretty thick skinned about that and was relatively sure she didn't mean it anyway. What she could do, was make him teach her a lesson about writing checks with her mouth that her butt would end up paying. The end result was his hand connecting with her ass in a way that brought out a sound which reminded her more of Zeus's thunderbolts than anything else. His free hand reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging at it while he fucked her, his hips smacking brutally against her ass as he used her tight hole for his own pleasure. This was definitely going to persist tomorrow. Her ass was going to be sore as could be and probably still very red, and the best part was that right in that moment, he kind of liked knowing that his neighbors at the barbecue might notice.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia most certainly did not mean it. And the reaction that he gave her was exactly what she had wanted. The cries from her mouth came out uneven and wavering in tone. She was really getting into it now, her skin beginning to literally glow. It wasn't bright or even noticeable unless one looked closely, but it accentuated her beauty in an otherworldly but very subtle light. "Ohhh yes! Yes, baby, fuck me! Oh GODS I love you!"

The hard, thunderous smack to her as made her eyes go wide and a loud scream issue forth from her mouth. Fingers tore into the couch, her long nails ripping it as they had so many times before, her magic being the only reason most of their furniture was still in one piece - or rather, was once more in one piece. And then the grasp on her blonde hair made it so much more. She began to thrust her abused ass back towards him, tears still trickling down her cheeks even though her lips were curled upwards as she became overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and pain.

She focused her energies to the place he was teaching her to use. The next words out of her mouth rang through the neighborhood, penetrating every wall, every window, every room. None of their neighbors would miss it, and Amelia would savor their expressions at the barbecue. "OHHH, YES! Fuck my ass, Alex! Ohhh, you feel so fucking good! Please don't stop! Fill my dirty little ass with your cum! Ohhh, PLEASE give it to me, I want to feel it inside me!" As she said it she began to thrust her hips back at him, squeezing her ass even tighter around him as she felt the burning pain, the exhibitionist thrill, and the simple joy of sex with her husband all in one deliciously kinky christening of their new home. It was all so much, both what was happening now and her happiness at her new life, she could feel herself hurtling towards an orgasm that no one in the neighborhood would ever forget.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Alex was looking, though he was used to this by now. The otherworldly glow she got when he was fucking her always seemed to show up when she was starting to get closer to her climax. He'd never bothered asking about it. That was one of those things you got used to when you married a goddess. Not asking about stuff that didn't seem important. You inevitably got one of two answers. Either she didn't know or you wouldn't have understood if she tried to explain. And, like any normal human being, he'd tried to make her explain a couple of those things. Naturally he didn't understand any of the answers. As for the glow, he'd just written it off as one of her little quirks, though one he happened to enjoy seeing.

He knew full well that that loud scream probably carried to next door and had to wonder if people might get the wrong idea. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time that they'd 'gotten lucky' and hadn't had anyone ask about it. Another thing he didn't bother asking about. When she began to thrust her ass back against him her grinned and delivered a few more hard spanks to her tight rear, his hand reaching her ass whenever his cock pulled out of her.

The words that rolled out of her mouth were something different and he knew it. They were loud enough to carry and he got the distinct feeling that they very much did. He tugged back on her hair and leaned over her, growling into her ear. "We're gonna have a talk about that when I'm done with your ass." He couldn't help but sound just a little embarrassed. Afterall, the whole neighborhood knew about this now. Then again, she might have picked a very good time to do this. Afterall, she'd managed to let the neighborhood know what was happening at a point when she could also be quite sure Alex wasn't going to stop. He quit bothering to spank her, his hand moving up to her hip and taking a firm grip, pulling her back into each thrust, his hips against her rear more than enough to send jolts of pain through her already abused ass. What started as a groan low and in the back of his throat grew out of control to a deep moan of ecstasy as he came hard, hot cum gushing into her tight rear in thick spurts.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Alex's harsh treatment was exactly what Amelia wanted and needed. The strikes to her ass and the pulling on her hair, it was driving her crazy. She would never understand how a simple mortal could make her feel this way, how a frail and temporary being like Alex could so overwhelm the eternity that she was. But she didn't object to it, she let herself go and reveled in her own slutty behavior. She let out a constant chorus of screams, moans, and whimpers. Her sexual song was broadcast throughout the neighborhood, that glow on her skin glowing brighter.

She tensed as her hair was pulled and he growled that warning. Her lips curled up into a smile. It was wiped of her face by her jaw dropping open and her eyes rolling back into her head. The fucking he gave her now was beyond words. She tried to shout something out, something dirty and raunchy that the neighbors could remember. But all so manages to do is sound like a bitch in heat, yelping and thrusting back at him as she drew her nails along the couch and deepened the gashes in the cushions.

"AHHH! HAAAH! AAAAH!!! AAAAALEEEEEEX!" She managed nothing but his name, crying out to the neighbors who was making her feel this way. Her ass clenched tight around his spewing cock, milking it, squeezing and sucking every last precious drop from him. warm liquid splashes against Alex's thighs as Amelia's hips convulsed and her own orgasm sprayed over Alex's legs. The married goddess reached back to put one of her hands over Alex's on her waist, a simple sign of the love they share beyond all this wild lust. She held his hand as her entire body quivered in release, and then simply fell onto the couch. Her ass remained high in the air, tiny drops of white oozing out around his cock and dripping down over her glistening cunt.

"Haaaaah... ahhhhh... mmm-aaahhhh... th-thank you... for teaching me my lesson, Alex... nnnh-, fuck... that was a good one..."

 

[Yenpointfive]

Her reaction couldn't have been more perfect. He loved this period when she was beyond any words other than his name. The thrusting of her hips against his just made this even more fun. He groaned loudly as her ass clenched around him when she came, strengthening his own climax as her inner muscles milked him of his cum. "Naughty girl... cumming from your punishment..." He chided. Even with the kind of shape that Alex was in she was managing to leave him out of breath. He was also starting to realize that the palms of his hands kind of stung. If he'd been spanking her that hard she was going to have quite the time sitting down tomorrow.

When she slumped down on the couch he pulled his cock out of her, knowing that her powers would be more than enough to clean up the sticky mess oozing down onto the cushions. He flopped back onto his rear, giving a deep contented sigh as he looked down at Amelia, listening to her thank him. "It really was. You were in rare form tonight." He conceded with a grin as he reached down and looped an arm around her.

Rough Alex gave way to gentle Alex at the drop of a hat and he was very careful not to accidentally roll her over onto her rear when he guided her up into his arms, letting her lay against his chest. He looked into her eyes and gave her a smile that couldn't have been any happier if he'd been in Heaven right then. As far as he was concerned, he already was. "I love you Amelia." He told her softly before pressing his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Unlike before it wasn't a rough kiss, though he maintained just enough control over it to remind her that he was in charge.

After his lips broke away from hers he did his best to give her a stern look, though it was hard to look annoyed with her body pressed against his. "Now, want to explain what you were doing earlier?" He knew full well that the answer he got could easily be 'getting fucked in the ass' and clarified "That thing with your voice."

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia let out a soft whimper when he pulled out, gripping the cushions. She really was tender back there now, and her ass began to close immediately when he pulled out. But not before he had a moment to see his handiwork and for his cum to leak out in small streams down her sex and thighs. She purred happily a the feeling of it, closing her eyes and basking in the afterglow. Her own glow lingered for a moment, as it always did after she came.

She gave a little gasp as he pulled her to his body but sighed when he found a position that didn't hurt. The retired goddess beamed at his words, her glow growing several times brighter and illuminating the room. "I love you too, Alex." Her hand wrapped around his head, pulling him into the kiss. She held it as long as he would allow, sighing in contentment when he pulled away.

The question made her give a nervous squeak, though. She looked up at him, smiling sweetly. Suddenly she was pushing her chest out and accentuating her glowing breasts, seeming to think they'll mystically hypnotize his annoyance away. "I just... wanted everyone to know what a man you are, baby! I mean... don't you want everyone to know that I'm your little plaything?" She gave him a sweet smile, her body the kind one would expect to find on a sweet and innocent girl who grew up on a farm much like Alex, but of course the soul within was anything but innocent. "Don't you want them to know how hard you make your hot young wife cum? Come on. Admit it. There's a joy in bragging, isn't there?"

 

[Yenpointfive]

He had to admit, her ass gently leaking cum and red as a beet was a beautiful sight, then again, it wasn't hard to find a beautiful sight if you were looking in Amelia's direction. Honestly, he always felt that glow of hers was sort of cheating. It made it easier to figure out what was going through her head than with any other woman. You sort of worked backwards from there and you could learn to read her every expression in a few weeks.

This wasn't the first time she'd told him she'd loved him tonight and it might not be the last but it seemed, to Alex anyway, to be the most significant. It felt different in the heat of the moment. Making a woman cry out her love for you right in the middle of a mind blowing orgasm was different than getting her to whisper it to you softly afterward. His hand rested softly on the back of her head as she pulled him into the kiss, holding her there until his lips parted from hers.

When she started to shift her chest against his to give him a better view he gave her a stern look that reminded her he knew exactly what she was trying to do. His smile also brightened in a way that reminded her he still wasn't immune to the effect. He opened his mouth to cut her off but never got around to it, that smile caught him off guard and when she mentioned that bragging might be fun he had to admit, it kind of would. He took a moment to figure out his answer before he spoke up.

"Well, I guess you're right about that. It's just some of the stuff you said..." She knew that, regardless of what anyone thought about people who grew up on farms, he wasn't at all slow. He'd already figured out that every wife here now knew how good he was in bed, every teenage guy had just heard his wife going on like a bitch in heat, and every girl knew that the guy next door was in to anal. "Either way, we're going to have hell to deal with tomorrow. I assume you're going to get a lot of nagging about how inappropriate it is to cry out loudly enough for the whole neighborhood to hear you cumming from your ass alone. I'm probably going to have loads of guys congratulating me or asking me for tips on technique." He couldn't help but grin as he thought about that. "And I'm pretty sure that, seeing as the barbecue is going to take place at our house around the pool, nothing I say could possibly convince you not to wear a bathing suit that shows how red your ass still is." He didn't bother to mention how this would all give them ample chance to talk to their neighbor's about her new religion, though that hadn't slipped past him either.

 

[PrincessCelestia]

Amelia's glow was dying down now as she came out of the amazing aftershocks of her orgasm. She cuddled against him and laid little kisses along his chest and neck as he spoke. Her eyes stayed on his face, listening with complete attention to his every word. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach and enjoyed the feel of his muscles. The orgasm had certainly been mind blowing and she was all but on her hands and knees worshiping him now.

"Mmmmh? Oh, yes, well..." She grinned at him when he spoke of what she'd said. "Let's be honest. you know what I plan here. Why bother acting nice and proper and lie to our new friends? Let's be honest about what we are. They'll find out about me quickly. About what I am." She took his ear in her lips and suckled on it gently as he continued. The bit about clothing made her giggle and pull back, pouting cutely at him. "Aw, I have to wear a bathing suit?"

She kissed his forehead and stood, her ass shaking back at him as she walked into their new kitchen. Soon she was cooking, in nothing but an apron that left her red ass fully visible. And within the hour hot food was on the table, and a cold beverage at Alex's spot. She didn't ask him to set the table or clean the dishes, and in fact when dinner was served she got under the table and serviced him on her knees as he ate. Her own meal waited until he was done, and then she took care of all the messes involved afterward.

The rest of her night was focused on him. In the shower he was not alone, bathed and washed and scrubbed by his wife and his cock made to surrender to her again, this time using her wonderful breasts to make him bathe her face in his cum. And of course when he laid down a gentle back massage lead into one last bout of worship as she rode him until he filled her divine belly with his cum. She had no idea if they could conceive a child now that she was mortal, but had failed to mention it to Alex. If it happened, it happened. She was not one to interfere with nature.

At the end of the night she was naked atop him, purring and savoring the stickiness between her legs as she held his head against her bare chest. She held him there and sang softly to him, stroking his hair and gently lulling him into sleep.

 

[Yenpointfive]

His own hands ran over her body, lightly tracing over her back and down along her ass, admiring his handiwork over her shoulder before his hands slid up to her hips. When she sucked at his ear he laughed softly, his fingers gently combing through her hair as he spoke up. "Alright... I'll admit, it was probably a pretty good way to start them off since you can talk with the girls about it and I can talk with the guys." He admitted, starting to grin a little as he considered what it'd be like explaining to the other husbands that his wife literally worshiped him. He was sure that they could believe it after what they'd heard. When she brought up the bathing suit he shook his head a little bit. "No, we're not going skinny dipping right now. You'd think you got enough of that out of your system in Hawaii." He told her before adding in. "People are bringing their children, remember? I'm sure a lot of folks wouldn't want you ruining their teens minds with that sort of display. Personally I'm not too fond of the entire barbecue consisting of drooling boys watching you through the fence." Alex was actually looking forward to this a good bit. She was right about the bragging, of course. And not just about her, he did kind of want to show off his talent with a grill.

He followed her into the kitchen with a smile, sitting at the table and lightly ducking or rocking his chair out of the way as the table set itself. He went ahead and asked her about a few of her plans (not that he expected to get a whole lot out of her. Amelia could be quite tight lipped about these sort of things if she wanted to surprise him) and also about what they'd be doing tomorrow, most specifically if she'd heard from any of the wives where one went to get copious amounts of pig along with the spices and sauces he needed. As usual there wasn't any talking while he ate his dinner. He truly did love having her service him while he was eating. There was just something wonderfully erotic about having a woman sucking you off while you ate the meal she cooked for you. He waited around and talked with her some more while she ate her own dinner.

He did love having her join him in the shower and, once she'd washed him off he decided to return the favor. Of course, Alex pawed at her body a little bit more than he had to, using the pretense that he wanted to make sure that she was good and clean for when she was showing off in her bathing suit tomorrow. When she finished him off with her tits he chided her a bit, reminding her that if she wasn't going to get a chance to display his cum for any length of time then she might as well swallow it. He was mostly teasing her though.

Alex still wondered whether or not they could have children. He'd never really bothered to ask since knowing whether or not they could wouldn't change much. If they could then, considering how often he came inside of her, they most certainly would at some point. Personally, Alex was very much hoping that they could have children. And, when you thought about it, most of the demigods were half mortal anyway so it seemed pretty likely that they could.

It didn't take him long to fall asleep, not with Amelia's beautiful voice urging him towards rest, and not considering that he was more than a little tired after having both driven for most of the day and fucked her brains out. As usual, Alex left figuring out when they were supposed to wake up to her. Considering that morning wood was as good for Amelia as a canvas to a painter she should have no trouble waking him up.