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The Tale of Anansi(Anansi and I)

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Bast the Cat Goddess

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Nyame was the Goddess of the skies. She was all powerful, all knowing, and many people worshiped her. They gave her sacrifices, they prayed to her, they did everything a God could ask for. However, recently Nyame had a problem. She was becoming lonely. She had no contact with the other Gods, and not many people could amuse her or hold a conversation with her. So she called for Anansi, one of her favorite subjects to help her with this predicament. They had been on good terms, and she hardly thought he would say no. After she summoned him, she awaited quietly in her private thrown room, looking out the window as she had done centuries before.
 
His fiery red eyes gave off a glow that made known his ethereal nature almost as much as his dully luminescent pale skin and red hair that seemed to shift and billow without wind in the large chamber he sat in. The glow from his eyes and skin were all that lit the room, his body glowing brighter as he sat up and shook his head. Leaning forward he growled and stood, his hand slashed across the air before him and a deep black cloth wrapped about his waist to cover his manhood and backside as he stepped down. A well toned body but not one of particularly large size, it barely stood at six feet, his shoulders covered by deep red locks of hair that hung to his waist. Beneath, revealed as his hair shifted the one thing marring his almost translucent skin.A deep red mark, it looked like a rash as it was a slightly different texture from the rest of his skin in the shape of a spider.

He shimmered briefly and reappeared before her, he wasn't fond of being pulled from his throne so early in the day but he supposed it could be worth his while. He stood before her, the glow now gone in her brighter court, his skin obviously a light caramel color in the actual light when not being lit by its own luminescence. "Yes dear?" He asked her slowly, his head tilting as he looked to her. His eyes gave her a cursory glance, running over her form as he leaned and gave a bow before slipping his hand under hers and kissing the back of her palm by way of greeting.
 
Even before he materialized in her throne room, she could feel his very energy collecting near her, all which made her excited, in more ways than one. Though she was religious and always ignored her physical desires, she found Anansi one of the most captivating creatures in the heavens(not that he resided there). Oddly enough, she seemed to be the only one drawn to him. Well, less competition for her. Not that there would be anyone in the first place that could threaten her. She stood up with a smile. "I'm glad you came so quick and so early. I've been getting rather lonely here. Everything is just...so boring. No one but you can help me quell this feeling of..emptiness, I suppose. Perhaps we could just have a cup of tea? Anything is fine with me, really. I just need your company, Anansi."

She gave him a big smile and slowly embraced him after he let go of his hand.
 
He found it odd that she would summon him, but ignored the nagging in the back of his mind to ask directly what she wanted. Leaning in he sniffed slightly he could smell a slight change in her scent when he touched her, he liked that about the upper echelon Goddesses. He had noted most of them held back so much attention from their physical bodies over at times millenia that eventually they began to forget how to suppress their signs of arousal.

He looked over her and smiled again before she embraced him, he held back keeping his member in check and keeping it in its flaccid state as she hugged him. His fingers slipped along her back gliding gently along the flesh of it and up to the back of her neck. "Oh, its been too long dear, of course I'd come, I'll fill the emptiness Nyame." He cooed softly to her before he pulled back slightly to stroke her cheek. "Tea you say? Why a bit of tea would be lovely." He said to her with a slight smirk.
 
She hadn't noticed her change in scent. There was a time when she always made sure to suppress the sinful desires she had every once in a while, but these days she had no need to since she had little company and hadn't thought about it at all. "Very good," She said, clapping her hands a little. She then snapped her fingers and a woman servant came in with a tray that had two cups of hot tea. She set it on the table and walked out, bowing before them before her exit in respect.

"Come, sit with me and drink." Nyame urged, walking towards the table while looking back at him. Her wide hips swayed in fluid, graceful movements as she walked. She hadn't been this happy in a long time. She knew that Anansi was the right person to call. She hadn't acted like this in such a long time. She almost felt young. "So how have you been, lately? I haven't talked to you in decades!" She stated as she sat down.
 
He realized how horribly out of touch she was with the times when he saw her gesture. Snapping fingers to summon servants who actually walked around, even the lesser gods had various means that looked less human now. Looking to the servant he saw it was the same girl as last time and he wondered when was the last time Nyame actually spent time among mortals rather far away from their reach. Turning his attentions back to her he smiled politely and slipped into a seat, his motions weren't so much smooth as minimalistic, one action flowing directly into another so he made the least effort to get to the place and sit.


Anansi looked to her and laughed softly. He remembered the last time he had been here, he had had her pinned against one of the pillars overlooking her lands and was about to ravish her when a war broke out and she scampered off to deal with the sudden loss of thousands of believers. Sipping thoughtfully at the small cup he looked to her with his red eyes and spoke. "Sixty eight point seven decades to be exact. Or Six point eight seven centuries, or six hundred, eighty seven years, two months, four days, and nineteen hours." He said simply. Unlike most of the other gods Anansi stored his memories in various places that he could call them from as such he never forgot. Leaning in he ran a hand along her arm with a soft smile. "But I have missed you dear."
 
To other Gods or Goddesses, Anansi's ability to recall all of his memories was...frustrating to say the least. They always felt as if he was trying to outsmart them and make them look foolish. Because of Anansi's abilities, they often spoke of him as if he were a heretic, or a demon of some sort. Not a holy creature of their stature. This always made Nyame scowl at how unbelievably proud the beings of the heavens were. When it came down to it, they were just like humans, loathing things that were different and not accepting them. Often times, she would stand up for him, telling them to stop gossiping like the old biddies they were.

That is why she remained very distant from them. Even though they had imperfections, they were plain and simple. Not even possessing the slightest interest to her. "I missed you too. We should start seeing each other more, don't you think?"
 
He looked her over once more, his red eyes taking the time to note the slight changes in her appearance. His lips parted as he was about to speak before he closed them. He wondered on how he would broach the subject on that she'd forgotten the last time he was there.They had been discussing the subject of spending more time together when suddenly people cried out to her and she had left him, full mast and naked in her bedchambers. That was in the past however. He gave a soft laugh as he watched her slight twinge of a scowl before he ran his fingers along his chin in a bit of thought. Leaning across to look at her he shook his head. "I'm sure you did dear, but that is the thing, the others respect you however if you hang out with a..." He let a pause hang in the air before he spoke again. "miscreant like me, as it were it would tarnish your reputation." He said to her with a soft snicker.
 
She shook her head. "What good is reputation when it gets you no where in this life? Besides, they need me more than I need them. If they have a problem with me speaking with you, than that is something that ought to be handled by them themselves, no?" Despite having a surplus of knowledge, Nyame often ignored her memories, and she hadn't even remembered the last time they had been together. She was just excited about the here and now rather than the past. She was often like that, forgetting about things no matter how important they are. Perhaps even she had a weakness when it came to how much her mind could hold. She knew everything there was to know about anything, with the exception of herself.
 
"This life? I'm not sure if you get the concept of godhood on your level, see, creatures like myself, are tracked down and slain, eventually, either by others of his level of ability, or by an extremely large group of powerful humans." He said to her slowly. "Goddesses like yourself." He said gesturing toward her. "Will always be revered, beautiful, charming, kind, benevolent, modest." He said before he ran his fingertips along the arm of his chair in a brief moment of thought. "Well I won't actually die, but, severely injured lets say." He said to her. "Already I have usurpers seeking to claim my lands as their own, but you, you are the goddess, unopposed, heaven and earth support your every desire. "
 
"So if it is how you say, then would they still revere me if I supported you and offered my protection of your lands? If I urinated on your territory and called it the rain of prosperity, would they seek shelter there and worship you because they think that you are blessed by the Goddess Nyame? If I have the respect that you describe, then my decisions should always be supported and celebrated, never questioned. So, my friend, say the word, and I will shine my light upon your throne, so that you as well may be treated better than what you have described to me." She smiled at him, and then took another sip of her tea. Even if what she had said wasn't true, to be hunted or opposed sounded more fun than what she had been experiencing so far.
 
He ran his fingers across the table almost like a spider creeping up to ambush prey before he gently took her free hand. His fingertips stroked along the back of her hand with a smile creeping over his face. "I think you just want an excuse to pee on me, you always had somewhat of a dark side." He said with a shake of his head. "I appreciate your offer, but I am a male, and as such it does not befit me to be protected by a female, even one as gorgeous and powerful as yourself my dear.' He said before he shifted his chair over next to hers. His hand slipped down to pat her thigh affectionately before he leaned in closer to her. "It is a good life you have here, it is not a thing to be ruined by actively seeking to become someone's villain." His eyes looked deep into hers before he leaned in closer his breath caressing the side of her neck as he spoke. "How have you been my dear? You're about to turn of a certain age where most goddesses find a partner, maybe make a few demigods, or godots."
 
She blushed a little and then shook her head. Though a smile remained plastered on her face. She liked his vulgar personality because it was a trait that none of the other Gods dared to have. "I know I'm approaching that age, but the problem is, I find all of the candidates for marriage the same type of person, which happened to be the type I hate. Its not fair to them though. They can't help but be uniform. They were raised in the heavens after all." She closed her eyes and wondered if she sounded like she was in a phase. Though she knew she wasn't, she had been this way for centuries. She truly had a problem with the way things were run in the heavens and wanted to find someone who agreed with her and had the balls to do something about it. "Though children would be..very nice."
 
He laughed as he saw her blush before he ran his hand up higher and to her stomach, he ran the hand along her flat stomach. Leaning in closer he whispered softly into her ear, his hand made a particular motion and her doors closed to give them privacy and the room dimmed as the windows were covered. "My dear, I think you'd be a positively radiant husband, and you need not be so archaic." He said to her before kissing her cheek teasingly. "You can have children without marrying, and vice versa." He added to her. "You've got eons ahead of you, why give in to having children as a rush. Then again, this stomach, slowly swelling with life, those magnificent breasts of yours...filling with milk." He whispered huskily into her ear. "If you don't like your options up here, look elsewhere darling, or just...go with what you wish for." His hand slowly raised and rested on your chest. "You've got a lovely rack, but what matters is what's beneath, your hear, what does it want?" He asked her slowly, his body now leaned in close to her.
 
Wherever his fingers would touch, it would send a shock of pleasure through her skin. It had been a while since she thought of Anansi being a potential mate. The thing that stopped her from thinking about it before was no longer an issue and nothing was in the way of her desires. Though there was a small fear that he was simply manipulating her body and tricking her mind. That was the reason she had been so interested in Anansi. He had been a very charismatic creature in all the years she had known him. Though she was the only one who saw through his flattering words, at least she would like to think. "Right now, I want you, Anansi. I want you to teach me something, for I have not learned in a long time. Teach me pleasures that I have never experienced before."
 
It had been many years since he'd had a goddess, and in his mind he proceeded like as with a human but it caught up with him once he reached up higher. Her breasts were there, perky, firm, as they'd been hundreds of years before. He leaned in closer to her, his lips close to hers, his red eyes glowing slightly as he neared her. He truly did care for her, she meant a lot to him, but he would get what he wanted in spite of it. "My dear though...you are a goddess, are you the kind where your hymen regrows..or was it never even broken to begin with?" He asked her slowly his hand sliding over and up along her inner thigh caressing the smooth warm flesh before he kissed along the side of her neck soft slow kisses with his soft lips. "Mmm my darlin, I want you to tell me if this is truly what you need though?"
 
Nyame never had a sexual experience, mainly because the Gods exercised abstinence until marriage and chastity. "I have never given my hymen to a man, so I am not sure if I will ever get it back. Perhaps I am..perhaps I'm not. Even if I wasn't though, I'd be more than happy to give it to you." She licked her lips slowly as he caressed her thigh and then pressed her legs against his hand. "What I need is a companion, and you are the only one who fits the mold. Anansi, I am lonely. I already told you that. When you leave, I will be lonely again. What if I don't want you to leave? I want you to be with me always so I'll never be lonely again. I do need you."
 
He sighed softly and looked to her, it was something about those pleading eyes that convinced him of the gambit he would take. Slowly he leaned slightly back, and began to sing, it was slow, single notes, building and building before a deep red light appeared in his chest. A small piece of the light slipped upward and into his throat, leaning in he pressed his lips to hers, and pressed the kiss hard to her lips, his own parted and the red light passed between them and onto her lips, forcing its way into her mouth. "There, now you have a small piece of my immortal soul within your body, any time you wish to speak to me, you can, and I to you." He said to her, except, now his lips did not move.

(Aww no more messenger then or?)
 
((My messengers won't work. T___T))

When he sang, she smiled. His voice was so comforting and sweet. She felt as if she could fall asleep. Then he kissed her, and she closed her eyes, her body easily accepting his essence, part of his soul. When he pulled back, she put her hands onto her chest, feeling it pulse inside of her. With every pulse, her body became more and more excited. She never felt this way before. "Thank you...but why?" Nyame asked, looking into his eyes.
 
"I have to know when the mother of my children needs me don't I? I have had children before, but, not for many many years. I've never met the woman strong enough, all my others were partially mortal, and long gone." He said before he leaned over to her. In terms of mystical energies she was likely a match for him he knew, but physical strength was something he found waned with most of her kind. His hands went to grasp the back of her head and he pulled her into another kiss, this one was much more firm before he pressed back her chair, he could feel it, the part of his soul in her, and it already gave him access to manipulate some of her creations. Pressing her back the chair beneath her stretched and sank. Eventually it turned into a large divan which he pressed her back onto with a gentle but undeniable strength, his hand waved across his body and soon he was naked. His member jutted up before him like a colossus rising from a bare plain. He never knew why he had no hair on his torso or lower body and he always briefly pondered on it when he was naked but he had other things to focus on.
 
When he kissed her, she could feel her heart beginning to race. She hadn't known it, but she wanted this from him from the very beginning. When his tongue passed her lips, her tongue greeted it with excitement. Feeling him push her back, she surrendered to him. She was too distracted to notice what was beneath her body, as she was too busy looking at his naked body. She had seen naked men before, though he was different. His body was something that she had a natural attraction to, in with half a second, she had his appearance burned into her mind. "I am honored.." She said quietly, as her clothes faded so that her naked body was visible to him now. Her nipples were fully erect and excited, just like her virgin pussy that only consist of a few short strands of soft and semi transparent hair.
 
He looked over her body, and his member swelled to fullness, then it began to throb but as it did so it grew. He closed his eyes for a bit and it began to shrank. He wanted this to be something tender and delicate. His lips ran along down from her's pressing to her lower lip and then along to her throat. He planted soft kisses along her tensing and relaxing flesh planting slow sensuous kisses between her breaths as his fingers reached down to stroke along her thighs. He parted them slowly and pulled her legs forward so she lay back on the divan his lips now gliding over her collarbone. His hands stroked up along her backside gripping it firmly as he pulled her closet to his body his muscular stomach pressing to hers as his lips slid along the slight protrusion of her collarbone. Eventually slipping down he took one of her nipples into his mouth rolling it about softly on his tongue.
 
She was beginning to realize where all of her sensitive areas were. Her collarbone for one, when she felt his lips pass over it she shuddered and nearly pushed him away. It almost felt to good for her, it was almost painful. Her feminine scent began to fill the room quickly as her body began to prepare for his. It almost smelled like the nectar of honeysuckle. She could feel the smoothness of his skin, which only turned her on even more. She had he eyes closed but she could imagine his every movement. Fluid, even graceful. He was perfect in her eyes. When he took one of her nipples into her mouth, she moaned softly.
 
He stroked his fingers along her sides before his hands slipped up to press her back and he ran his lips down and along her stomach. His lips drifted slowly along her body and stroked in small circles down her stomach as his hands cupped her lower back to lift her into his kisses. Slipping lower he ran them along her lower stomach then pubis, he began to kiss the flesh softly and downward finally running over her sex his tongue slipping out to lap along. It trailed lazily down her slit before sliding back up stroking hard at the the hood covering her clitoris as his hands cupped her backside.
 
She opened her eyes for a second as she wondered why he was going so much further down her body, almost wanting to bring him back up to her nipples which she liked the most, however when she felt his tongue lapping at her folds she closed her eyes again and bit her lower tongue in fear of screaming so loud that the windows would shatter. A little blood trickled down her lip as she squirmed beneath him, wondering how she could still be so wet even though he was collecting all of her juices into his mouth. She wanted him to stop for a minute as she felt like she couldn't breathe from how much pleasure she was receiving from him. Her hands went from the bed sheets to her breasts as she played with her hard nipples, whimpering through her teeth.
 
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