Balm of the Gods

Author's Note

This is a bit of an 'interlude' chapter that mainly deals with the direct fallout of what happened last and the resulting decisions the characters make, but there's also some lore expansion, more dreamtime fun, and a first glance at the 'troubles' coming next. Hope you enjoy -- plenty more to come!

11. The Keys to Ascension

Mina dragged her tongue like an artist's brush along Mayim's soaked slit. She felt the toned, tanned agent's body twitch under her and grinned, relishing every sensation and sound. For someone who'd come here with every intention of taking away Cal's power and magic, Mayim was being pretty damn submissive right now. But of course, Cal had turned her world inside-out in the time since she'd arrived. And Mina could tell how deep the change had taken root. Mayim wasn't just submitting because Cal's magic scent made him too hard to resist. She was submitting because she wanted to.

Just like Mina had, not so long ago.

The dark-haired photographer had long since left any shame and reservation about this lifestyle behind. Fuck yes, she was a submissive, devoted concubine to her god. No, it didn't make her feel caged in, helpless, or without agency. On the contrary, she'd never known anything as intensely liberating. But this might have been the next-best thing: playing dominant with Cal's blessing. Flexing her fingers against Mayim's thighs, holding Mayim down as though Mina, not the trained operative, was the stronger one in the equation. And when Mina was coated in that magic balm -- not quite Cal's level of irresistible, yet hard for most to deny? Fuck, that might have been the case after all. Mina's ego thrilled.

But then, Mayim had taken part in enough already that plenty of that good stuff must have rubbed off on her, too. And the dynamic the soap and its scent encouraged above all else was one of mutual enjoyment. One where whatever roles people fit into felt right.

So maybe the power relations in the room didn't matter, anyway.

Not that Mina cared. Not while she had this gorgeous, powerful woman spread wide open for her lips and tongue like a decadent dessert. All the plotting and planning and executing that had led up to this hardly even mattered to Mina now; all she cared about was the payoff. Mayim was fit, hot, and oh so receptive. And, speaking of mutual enjoyment...

Cal's cock made another long, deep thrust, filling Mina to her limit. She moaned into Mayim's pussy and heard an echoing groan of appreciation from the woman she was eating out. Fuck, this was hot. Cal's pleasure was her pleasure. The pleasure he could give, the pleasure he could take, and the pleasure they could all share together. Like this.

Mina's fingers curled tighter around Mayim's flesh. As Cal retracted, her tongue delved deep. Mayim groaned again, her own hands roaming over the photographer's milky skin while Mina worked at the brunette's own. Cal hardened his own grip on his black-haired slut, holding her tight as he plunged back in. The three moved as one, a chorus of voices, moans, whimpers, and cries.

It was better than good. Fixed between these two incredible people, their bodies pushing and pulling on hers, Mina knew this was right where she belonged. She closed her eyes and rode it, letting all thoughts slip, focusing only on the physical.

The physical didn't disappoint.

"Goddamn, this is sexy as fuck." Mayim's commentary felt like stating the obvious, but Mina still liked hearing it. "You two look fucking great together."

Mina looked up the toned operative's body, meeting her gaze, thrilling as she winked in response. "You're one to talk." Cal's length stirred inside her with another thrust; it drew a low whine of bliss. "Guessing... haaah... your missions don't usually go sideways like this, Agent?"

"Sideways?" Mayim's breathless laugh made her hips shake, jostling her snatch against Mina's mouth. The raven-haired beauty didn't mind. "This is more like upside-fucking-down."

"But you're not complaining?"

"If I end up like this? Nngh... a girl could almost get used to letting a mission or two go south. Almost. Haah. This is a one-off, you damn temptress, so don't go getting ideas about my track record. Call it a fluke. A really, really good one, though... ahh."

"Mm," was all Mina bid her before she went right back to work, licking and tonguing her way through Mayim's folds and drinking up every sweet drop.

Mayim's voice came through shudders and gasps, but somehow still came confidently. Maybe it was magic that allowed for that. "I'll... have to get back to the Department. Eventually. They... they're gonna need me back. Even if staying here long-term would be way, way more fun."

Cal leaned forward and bent low. His mouth sought the black-haired beauty's neck. Mina gasped at the feeling of his hot breath and even hotter kisses on her flesh, all while he kept slowly sawing. She felt his voice, too, rumbling through her like thunder as he spoke to Mayim. "I won't make you stay any longer than you safely can. That said, you're welcome here as long as you'd like."

"Long as I'd like, hm?" The tanned agent let out a low laugh. "Might be a while."

Cal chuckled. "Even a secret agent needs a few days off now and then, right? I won't stop you when you go. But I can't say I'm not hoping that's a good way off." As he straightened again, his cock pushed deep into Mina, who trembled and let out a muffled cry into Mayim's pussy. The sight and sensation got Mayim wondering whether her mind wasn't already changed. "Maybe you could tell the Department it's field work?"

"Mm, maybe. If I had a good enough excuse." She cocked her head. "They trust me. They'd get it if I had to spend more time on a mission than expected. Long as I don't... hah, go completely off their radar. I'll call them. Eventually. Believe me, I can stall them. I'm happy with the idea of staying longer, too. I've been all over the world, but it's been a while since I had an actual vacation. If this is... mm, even just a vacation. Might be more like turning over a whole new leaf... ngh. A sexy one."

"I like your way of thinking," Mina murmured into the agent's skin. "Full-time, part-time, however you want to play it -- I could get used to having you around."

Mayim smiled down at her. "Ditto." She arched her back as Mina's tongue teased a particularly good spot -- then looked up, locking eyes with Cal. "You two... get it, right? Me, as an agent? I hardly get to focus on myself. I've got a job to do. A life calling. When you do what I do... there's a duty there. It's not a bad thing. I live for the chance to stop bad guys from hurting people with magic."

Cal just nodded. "Yeah. I can see it. That drive, that dedication. It looks good on you."

Mayim blushed. "Thanks." She let out a low moan while Mina lapped, but her voice quickly regained that strength and confidence. "Duty can be good. But there's a lot to love about freedom, too. And this?" Her smile widened. "I think I really like what you've got going here. In between the missions? When I do get time to do what I really want to do?" She rolled her head back, feeling Mina's tongue against her clit, letting out another trembling, blissful sound. "I think I know just where I want to come."

Cal matched her grin. "Then consider us your home away from home."

"Now, that, I might just take you up on -- if you both keep fucking me this good."

Mina giggled. "Are we all done talking logistics, then? Am I free to shut up and eat you out?"

Mayim groaned and thrust her hips out. "Yes. Please, yes."

Cal picked his own rhythm back up, but not long into it, movement caught his eye beyond the couch that played host to their entangled bodies. Mayim noticed him turn his head, but, still spellbound by Mina's service, she didn't bother to ask any questions or even look around. She didn't need to, to know who had walked in.

Kjelle and Pim were back from the bedroom, arm in arm. Their reunion had clearly gone well. Cal couldn't say he'd expected any different, but it still warmed his heart to see them together and happy. Looking at their nude bodies side by side heated up other parts of him. How obvious it was that they'd been busy didn't hurt, either. He didn't relent with Mina, even as he beckoned the new couple closer. Kjelle's eyes gleamed. Pim's mouth hung open, her gaze roaming the scene before her.

Mayim looked well-fucked. Even now, not directly taking that cock. From what Pim had already overheard, she knew to expect the sight she'd just walked in on. But it still struck her as incongruous. What had Cal and Mina done to the serious, determined agent Pim knew to turn her into that blissed-out, quivering mess? The memory of Mayim showing up on Pim's doorstep, stern and confident and brooking no resistance, was a hard one to reconcile with the woman now nude and sprawled like a slut for Mina Cardellini and the man fucking her. Especially when, from what Pim could tell, Mayim seemed nothing but overjoyed to be reduced to that state.

Pim's reunion sex with Kjelle had been intimate and sweet, if a little kinky. This was downright pornographic. Pim had sheepishly looked at naughty pictures and videos before, never without a heaping share of shame. What she saw in the living room would've fit among the raunchiest results of her most daring searches. Except this was real, not fantasy, and Pim felt no guilt. Just a longing to join in, and an understanding that if she wanted to, all she needed to do was speak up. The scent helped with that.

"There you two are." Cal's voice seemed to project, even though he spoke in a normal, amiable tone. "Have fun?"

Pim's blush spread. "You could say that," she managed.

"We figured there's more to be had," Kjelle put forth. "Together. I take it we aren't interrupting anything?"

Cal grinned. "Nothing that won't get a hundred times better with you involved."

His greedy thrusts into Mina made both her and Mayim moan for their audience. The High Priestess and her Thai initiate drew closer like moths to light. Two pairs of eyes, one golden, one dark, watched as their hostess's body shook and stiffened under Cal's relentless pace. Climax hit. Cal just held Mina possessively and kept on pounding until it passed, savoring every bit of her pleasure as his own. From her seat on the couch, Mayim wrapped her legs around Mina's head while she rode out something nearly as good, her cries and flailing hips leaving Pim and Kjelle without a shred of doubt.

It was good timing. It was a hell of a way to say 'welcome back'. And it was an invitation, too.

As Cal withdrew, Mina slumped forward, ending up with her face pressed to Mayim's thighs. Mayim just laughed and welcomed her there with fingers running through those silky black locks. Neither woman minded the loss of Cal's attentions; not as satisfied as both now were. And not when they knew he was about to lavish them on someone else just as deserving.

He moved. He approached. Rock-hard, glistening, and irresistible.

Experience stoked Kjelle's excitement. Already intimately acquainted with Cal, she knew how far he could take her. How good that cock could make her feel. But the golden-haired High Priestess didn't hurry to claim it. Instead, she gestured to the Thai girl beside her.

Pim's own anticipation, already high, now soared -- but hers was different from Kjelle's. The girl from Chiang Mai knew what was coming and welcomed it. But it would be her first taste of magic straight from the source. From a god. That brought a faint tremble of nerves, but as Cal's gaze locked with hers, that quickly gave way to raw desire. His form before her radiated power and sex appeal. It made Pim's knees weak. She wondered if he knew just how good he looked. How perfect this all seemed. Maybe he did.

Beside her, the former courier looked proud. "Remember how I promised that being your High Priestess would come with duties?" Kjelle teased Cal. "I may have mentioned that includes curating new, worthy worshippers... and making the introduction to you. I want to do that a lot. But you can consider this one the first. Don't worry. I've already gotten her all warmed up."

Cal almost found the whole idea scandalous -- before he remembered he was a god, realized his High Priestess meant it, and discovered he actually just found it hot. His cock twitched. "You're okay with that?" he asked Pim.

Pim just nodded. She was realizing what made the difference. Not just Cal's godly presence, or that undeniable scent -- it was the people here with him. Everyone here was grateful and generous and completely willing. Shame, jealousy, selfishness, even competition weren't to be found. Just bliss, satisfaction... a healthy amount of lust, too. But that last thing wasn't a bad thing. Pim had already shrugged away all past notions of modesty and guilt. Maybe now she could even prioritize this.

No matter how long she stayed -- or wherever her crazy life took her next -- Pim knew this was a rare thing in the world, and something she'd forever be glad she'd found. Maybe this was what she'd always been looking for without ever realizing it. A chance to get fucked like those porn stars she'd watched, and be safe and beloved through it all.

When Cal came close, he loomed in a lot of ways, but Pim didn't feel threatened. She felt like she was being lifted up to meet him, not pushed down beneath him. One hand found its way to Pim's back, the other to her hip, the twin touches making her tremble. More of his scent reached her -- familiar by now, yet she'd never been this close to its true bearer. The effect was immediate and powerful. Pim wondered if she might just drop to her knees and start worshipping right then and there. The idea was tempting enough.

"Kjelle told me a lot about you," he softly said. "You matter to her. So you matter to me." A stroke of his fingers along Pim's side made her shudder.

"Thank you for taking care of her." To her own awe, the Thai girl's voice didn't come out as a stutter or a whimper. Magic; it had to be.

"Mina and I wouldn't be the first." Cal paused. "Pim, we can do this however you're comfortable. As much or as little as you want. Don't think just because we're hosting you here that there are any expectations. If you'd rather step back..."

Pim's heart swelled with gratitude, but her determination never wavered. She smiled up at Cal and shook her head. "No. I know what I want. I liked you when I saw you. The scent, yes... but more than the scent. I love that you gave me time and space with Kjelle, but that's not all I came in here wanting. Besides, Kjelle gave me an amazing upsell on you. I'm... I'm ready for it."

Cal nodded. "Alright. But don't feel shy to speak up. If you want me to do something, or to stop doing something, say so. Okay?"

"You're considerate. I like that." Pim grinned, and felt a rush. "But I'd rather you just take what you want from me."

She made her move -- something that thrilled her and scared her in equal parts, but sensory god-magic made it easy to follow through without thinking twice. Both her hands plucked the translating babelbuds out of her ears and dropped them to the carpet.

"Wait. What did you..."

But when Pim's reply came in Thai, Cal realized at once what the buds had been for, and what it meant for her to lose them. More quick words followed, completely foreign. Maybe they meant 'take me', or 'I'm yours'. If they were a regret or a tell-off, Cal wouldn't have known and couldn't have responded in kind. That only alarmed him for a moment, before he realized Pim wanted it that way. To take language out of the equation between them was to present herself wholly to his whims. Cal didn't need a translator to see the trust in Pim's eyes. The desire and longing, too.

And that, he could respond to.

His hand on Pim's back found its way to her taut rear. His other soon joined it -- and he was lifting her, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Their first kiss came as an extension of the movement. Tender and sweet, lips brushing together, testing each other. Then, with a low moan from the Thai woman, they amped it up, mouths opening and tongues dancing. His cock brushed low against her smooth mound like a promise. Her breath caught. He felt her shiver. Intimacy like this almost made verbal communication unnecessary. But Pim's breathless, melodic rush of Thai against his lips as they broke apart still reminded him what was missing. How Pim couldn't tell him anything she wanted, and didn't care to. How she'd made this all about what he craved, and how selfishly and indulgently he might dare to use her.

Pim loved that imbalance she'd made. Submitting like a living fuckdoll. Playing up to him what was foreign and exotic and uniquely delicious. Being physically lifted like she weighed nothing was just the cherry on top. Her heart raced, her skin tingled, and her pussy soaked itself in anticipation.

Cal carried Pim to an empty armchair. Kjelle followed, staying close enough to see everything, but leaving Cal plenty of space to work. Pim thrilled at being completely at his mercy. She didn't know where he would start, or how. She just knew it would be good. Pim felt the cushions against her back as he laid her out before him. From there, he didn't waste a second. Cal's hand slid up her thigh and between her legs, teasing at what he found there. Pim squirmed and whimpered. He just smiled down at her. That made her face turn red-hot. If she wasn't already eager for this, that smile and that touch would have made her so. With Kjelle watching and the magic scent in the air, there was no reason not to surrender.

His cock at her entrance made Pim tremble and tense, just for a moment. But that turned to the best kind of acceptance as he penetrated, slow and sweet. The feeling was better than anything she'd ever known. Not just the size, shape, and girth of his perfect length, but the magic that tingled through her body and made her heart sing. Pim couldn't hold back that first low moan that escaped her lips -- and it wasn't long before she was letting higher and lewder noises spill freely. He was fucking her. He was pure pleasure, she was his vessel, she loved being just that -- and if it was true he was a god? Pim knew she'd worship him gladly. In any language, or none at all.

Cal's hands ran freely over her body, caressing and fondling. He got possessive. Got greedy. Pim reveled in it. Strings of drawn-out, wavering Thai escaped her, but to Cal it was just flavor and spice. The physical was all that really mattered. Hands raking over her skin, his length plunging in and out, the heat of his body and the warmth of his eyes -- and the way Kjelle's gaze felt on her, too, drinking in the sight of Pim's bliss.

"Oh, look at you." The High Priestess leaned in, brushing hair away from Pim's face, murmuring praise to the new initiate -- words Pim could still understand thanks to Kjelle's own implants. "So perfect, taking it all."

"Th-thank you, Kjelle," Pim managed to blurt out between her moans and cries of ecstasy. "He's... hahhh, better than anything I ever dreamed..."

"I told you he would be." Kjelle kissed her forehead. "I should thank you, too. For joining us. I promise, this is just the start."

Cal's own quick exchange of 'thank-yous' with Kjelle went unspoken. He could feel it through the connection between them. Their bond of magic and godly energy already felt deep enough that words seemed unnecessary -- at least in moments like this. He loved Kjelle and Pim together again. He loved how eager Kjelle was to welcome Pim into their world. He loved how his High Priestess encouraged the new acolyte, giving Pim confidence. The former courier had been right about this girl. Pimchan Nilbanthi belonged here.