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  “To Maximus, your wants are of no importance.” Sirius cracked the reins and the mythical creature harnessed to the chariot galloped a few swift steps and took flight, dragging the conveyance up into the clouds.

  Calandra let out a gasp from the jolt, losing her balance. When she teetered back and landed against him, he resisted the urge to hold her. She pulled away, steadying herself by grasping the front of the chariot.

  As they shot across the heavens, he saw her interest flicker from one blinking star to another.

  “It’s in tribute to your arrival. Smile at a star and maybe you can win their favor.”

  “Why would I want to do that?”

  “Well, if Maximus isn’t to your liking, maybe you can find another that is?”

  “I don’t care to smile at any of them. I wish to go home now,” she said coolly.

  “Oh, I’m taking you home all right.”

  “Really?” She looked over her shoulder at him, skeptical and yet hopeful. Her brow rose in a questioning arc. “You wouldn’t lie?”

  Too beautiful for words, her expression held an innocence that warmed him. He rolled his palm over the ball of her shoulder. Moving his finger up the side of her neck, he lightly stroked her soft skin and felt the pulse beneath.

  “Ask the griffin if you want?” He followed the column of her neck down and caressed her collarbone, mesmerized by the silky smooth texture.

  “Is that what your winged beast is called?” She stepped back, closer to him.

  His body responded to the sensual ardor radiating from her.

  “It is what he is.” He pressed his hand against her chest and pulled her back to him. She gave no resistance. But why would she? She had already let him know in other ways that she wanted him.

  Her nipple was hard beneath the fabric of her toga when he cupped her breast. He rubbed his hand back and forth, enjoying the aria of sounds from Calandra. A low whimper of excitement, a faint moan of pleasure and the hum of encouragement drew him to her. He slipped his hand beneath the folds of her toga. Grasping her warm breast, he kneaded her flesh, jealous that Maximus had touched her this way first.

  His cock throbbed, eagerly impatient. She needed to be trained. Why wait a moment longer to begin? He pulled his hand from inside her garment and slid his fingers down over it, over the area of her belly.

  Calandra moved her hand over his as he caressed the cloth from navel to cunt. She pushed him lower, the rim of her toga. He raked it up her thigh. The heat between her legs captured his awareness, and he cupped his hand to the mound of damp ringlets covering the entrance of her core.

  He curled his middle finger and delved between the dewy lips of her cunt. Sliding his finger into the slick channel, he stroked. As he pushed farther, Calandra elevated higher on her toes. Was it a form of retreat? He tested her for reluctance and pulled back. She lowered, easing in his finger deeper into her slickness. Wrapping the reins around his wrist to keep from losing them, he folded his arm around her and held her tight as he pumped his finger into the soft center of her core.

  Without concern for the stuttering sound she made, he sped up. Her whimpers grew louder. He hunched his shoulders and bent, hugging her slender frame to absorb the vibration of her shudders. She twisted and turned her face against his arm as she let out a final cry—a sweet staccato of ecstasy.

  Driven mad by the way she writhed in his arms, he released her. He untangled the reins from his arm and looped them loosely to the brake handle of the chariot. To be damned if they flew off.

  “Don’t you have to have control?” Calandra panted.

  “The griffin knows the way.”

  When Calandra cocked her head, Sirius saw a strange look spread over her face. It was as if she learned something new. Her engaging expression came close to distracting him. Then his cock twitched and reminded him he was interested in being inside her sweet body, not her head.

  He pushed her forward, bending her over the deep curve on the rim of the chariot’s side. He jerked at the knotted fold on his loincloth and released his cock from confinement. He lifted Calandra’s toga and grasped the subtle flesh of her perfectly rounded bottom. Spreading the cheeks of her supple ass, he found her pale pink anus winking. Sidetracked by the tightness of that hole, he paused with thought to where to fuck her first.

  She had taken control from him when she guided his strokes in her cunt. In this position, she was vulnerable and at his mercy. The hunger to penetrate her somewhere finally landed him a decision. The snugness of her pink anus could wait. First he’d sink his throbbing shaft into the tender heart of her. He lifted his cock and rubbed the end against the bush of hair. Nestling his cock head against the entrance, he put his hands on Calandra’s hips.

  “He hasn’t a name. How sad,” Calandra commented just as Sirius thrust his cock.

  Her topic threw him off balance. Both mentally and physically, and he missed ramming his aching hard shaft into her core.

  “Without a name it makes him no more important than a pebble on the shores of Ithaca,” she continued.

  The griffin looked back, his vibrant amber eyes gazing at Calandra.

  “We go to his home,” the Griffin said.

  “He talks.” Calandra bolted upright.

  Sirius groaned at the impact of his erection somewhere against Calandra’s backside instead of inside her.

  “And he is not to do so unless addressed first,” Sirius said angrily, his urgency to fuck Calandra deflating.

  “But he did, and you lied.” Calandra spun around. “You said I was to go home.”

  Her gaze dropped to his jutting erection. An image of her on her knees sucking his cock head flit through his thoughts. The biggest of the tests was to break her of any moral concerns. A god did not dwell on things like remorse, especially when it came to death or a woman’s dubious consent.

  “I did. And it’s the truth. As the griffin pointed out…my home.” Sirius let out his amusement in a thunder of laughter to see her reaction.

  Her passiveness was a virtue of mortals and a disadvantage to a god.

  Calandra swung her arm to hit him. He moved from her striking fists and let her fall out of the chariot. Her fearful scream cut through him.

  The moment seemed sadly humorless and yet comically befitting his bad luck. He wanted to feel indifferent toward Calandra, and yet, some of those emotions he had trained to keep at bay had already reared. Sirius found himself yearning to experience Calandra’s affection. But that wasn’t in line with his directive from Maximus.

  Dragging his loincloth up his legs, he fastened it, setting aside his ill-timed attempt to fuck his pupil. She needed more time to adjust to her surroundings. Had he not given that consideration to the other would-be goddesses Maximus had thrust upon him in the past?

  Before Calandra learned the trials of her ascension from half mortal to a full goddess, she needed to learn the loss of moral inhibition.

  Sirius’ engagement in the process with other potential goddesses had never had as much appeal as he was discovering with Calandra.

  The horrifying nothingness of air engulfed Calandra. Her landing came quick and she took a relieved breath.

  Sirius was quick to grab her by the wrist and haul her to her feet. “Until you learn the ways of the world beyond Earth, I suggest you mind your manners.”

  Looking into his brown eyes, she swallowed to ease the dryness in her throat. His anger confused her. Had she not conveyed enough her eagerness to connect with him intimately? She required a lot from him—his strength, his knowledge and his tutelage. To do so, she saw she also needed to soften his cantankerous mood.

  Then she stared past him, befuddled by the appearance of the pillars symbolizing her house. The stone well stood where she scooped water from it with her favorite urn.

  “You have brought me home.” She ran a few paces forward, momentarily happy to see the familiar almond tree in bloom.

  She watched the breeze scattered blossoms to the green grass. H
er gaze then followed the doves circling over the stone bench. She moved forward, ready to sit amongst them and toss breadcrumbs for them to eat.

  Then she stopped. This wasn’t where she needed to be. “Why did you bring me home?” she asked, concerned all her dreams were coming to an end.

  “Have I brought you home?” he said cryptically.

  She didn’t understand. All before her said he had.

  Sirius slid his hands down her arms He locked his fingers around her wrists and lifted her limbs, then let go.

  Calandra thought of the fog, the way she wanted to see something different. She waved her hands and the motion erased the scene. The well vanished. The almost tree with it’s windward blossoms faded disappeared. And even the mellow cooing of doves stopped as they faded away.

  “This is your home.” She guessed.

  “I’m impressed by your ability to adapt to the fantasy I presented. You could have left the illusion I offered as a recompense for your peace of mind.”

  Calandra turned to denounce her need of such considerations when Sirius offered something more impacting on her thoughts. His kiss. He softly claimed her lips as she had dreamed a hundred times. The short, light pecks progressively lengthened. Was he testing her again, testing how she’d respond or testing how she tasted?

  He parted her lips and slid his tongue over hers. His exploring licks seemed to confirm he sought the flavor of her mouth. But was it necessary to hold her so tightly? His arms were like bands of iron, unbreakable restraints making her gasp for air. Or was it his deepening kiss that made her breathless?

  Then he loosened his hold. Maybe he thought she’d fight his advances. It was the last thing she’d ever dream of doing and she hungrily responded to heighten the lustful fervor building between them.

  Lost in the passion of his embrace, she forgave his trickery. He kissed her until the last vestige of irritation was cast from her thoughts. She had fantasized loving the man behind the star shinning so bright in the night sky, but was a future with him possible? Maximus had his plans and she had hers. She had never considered Sirius a part of either—until now.

  Not dwelling on what she wanted, she focused on what she needed—Sirius’ training. And a way to a man’s motivation was in the readiness of a woman. It wasn’t a hard boundary to push since she seemed unable to control the wantonness of her own body.

  Calandra broke free of Sirius’ mouth and kissed over his broad chest, opening his tunic and licking her way to his abdomen. Kneeling before him, she stared up at his intense gaze as she unfolded his knotted loincloth.

  The hardness of his shaft had a pulse that connected to the one in her palm. The plum-capped head of his cock fit the pucker of her lips. She sucked the dimpled tip until a droplet of salty-sweetness enticed her to seek more.

  “You’re lips are silken petals that please me well,” he praised, a low moan trailing the last word.

  Wiggling her tongue to the underside of his cock head and over the slit, she teased him. She scratched the fine layer of hair on his stomach as she nuzzled her face against his groin. With attention to detail, she repeated what seemed most pleasing to him.

  In every gurgle and grunt of his voice, he gave away the loss of control. She had weakened Sirius senses and she drank in that power as she sucked on him.

  “By the gods, don’t stop,” he moaned.

  She ringed his erection with her fingers and pumped his shaft. Intermittently, she cupped his scrotum and kneaded the taut sac.

  Then Sirius let out a harsh sound of anguished relief. His thick cock pushed into her throat. He thrust his fingers in her hair and held her head as he bucked. A thick creamy substance spurt into her mouth. Repeatedly, she gulped, swallowing everything flowing from him.

  Then he tipped her head back. His cock glided out and dropped from her bottom lip. He looked at her, his eyes glazed, his expression dazed.

  She had him at her mercy.

  In delight of her power, she dropped her head back and laughed. Filled with a sense of supremacy, she reveled in the turning point of her awareness. She would rule the world.

  Sirius grasped her by the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. Her joy had wounded his ego. She hadn’t meant for the revelry in her potential of authority to lessen his place with her. Taking the blame for her lack of reticence, she gave him a look of innocence.

  Then her gaze fell on his sensuous mouth. Her thoughts of meek reserve scattered. She yearned for his kiss.

  He dropped her to the ground instead.

  A wave of disappointment stabbed Calandra. She ran her tongue around the rim of her lips, still tasting the salty-sweet essence of Sirius. Lifting her hand to him, she silently pleaded for him to join her on the thick-bladed grass.

  He came down to her. His cool blue eyes held the promise of splendor. Her heart soared as he ripped her toga open, exposing all of her.

  She flung her arms over her head on the grass, reveling in Sirius’ lustful perusal of her nakedness. Her erect nipples ached for his attention.

  He grasped her right breast and squeezed. “You didn’t like Maximus’ attention to detail, did you?” He rasped his tongue over the tip.

  She shook her head.

  “But you crave my touch?” He continued kneading her flesh.

  She nodded.

  His wicked smiled sparked a hot shiver up her spine. He licked over her other nipple and she arched her back, offering up everything burning inside her. She raked her fingers over his head as his kisses trailed her quivering belly and his tongue swirled into the pelt of hair covering her sex.

  He pressed his mouth between her open thighs. His silky black hair tickled her skin as much as his tongue teased her damp opening. His long, slow licks went everywhere. Her clit pulsed as he lapped at the knot of flesh. With his thumb, he held her open, and with his lips, he tugged on the tender folds of flesh.

  “Ah,” she gasped, raising her hips to him as he continued to thrust his tongue, sending one tiny tremor after another through her.

  She truly was in the heavens.

  Chapter Three

  Sirius had teased only a second before deciding he was ready to be in her. Calandra would be the best of all worlds, the mythical and the mortal. He moved over her, positioning his cock head against the entrance of her cunt. After all they had done, he hadn’t thought of her virginity until he thrust into her. The filmy barrier that once made her pure caressed him upon penetration.

  “Sirius!” Calandra cried out as her whole body vaulted up against him.

  He paused his movements, giving her a moment to adjust to him inside her. Her beauty tempted his human trait of lust and he touched a strand of her golden hair lying like a rich thread over his wrist. He flexed his hips giving her even more of himself, filling her. In return, she raked her nails down his back as if she meant to tear the flesh away. The sting of pain, the heat of blood and his desire to fuck the goddess until he was raw, pressed him to the farthest depths.

  He brushed the hair from her face and held the side of her head so he could kiss her pursed lips. A strand of her gold locks caught between his fingers. “Say my name again, Calandra.”

  “Sirius.” She breathed with a sultry gasp.

  He twisted the lock of hair around his hand, pulling her head to the side. He kissed the length of her smooth neck as he set a steady rocking rhythm with his hips.

  Her excited whimpers grew louder. Her breath came shorter. Then her orgasm began with disjointed squeaks of air from her lungs. She grabbed his ass and gave guidance to the actions of his hips. He didn’t care she took control. He wanted her urging him to pound into her upward lunges.

  Sirius rode the goddess until she writhed in elated ecstasy, her delicate frame twisting and thrashing beneath his weight. The turn of her head, the sweep of her golden mane fanning the grass, added beauty to her moves.

  Then the sudden surge of energy numbed his thoughts. He pounded his groin against hers with an urgency to expel the heat in his
loins. Stroking deep, he felt the release course through him. Calandra’s insides clenched on his quaking shaft. Semen shot from him and he let out a guttural roar. He pumped several times before he came to a brief rest. Her twitching core, squeezing his cock provoked several more jerks from him. Then he lay still, out of breath and enchanted.

  He looked down at her sated expression. “Do you feel me inside you, Calandra? That throbbing is of my heart and soul.”

  Her arms went around his neck and her fingers tenderly combed the hair at his nape. She gazed dreamily up at him. “I want to feel you forever, Sirius.”

  He lowered his head and kissed her. Lost in that deep and tender moment, he drank in her ardor. Her lips caressed his, their tongues danced and they breaths mingled. When loving sensations emerged. Sirius moved off Calandra. He flipped to his back, distancing himself from emotional intimacy.

  Calandra, the celestial goddess in training wasn’t his. There was no forever them. She’d never be more than another goddess he fucked and trained.

  Calandra sat up and leaned over him. Her pink-blushed skin glistened with perspiration.

  “Come into me again.” She petted the center of his chest with her fingertips.

  He grabbed her leg and pulled it over his midsection so she straddled him. “When I’m done and I send you back to Maximus, he’ll be pleased to hear you say that to him. Maybe then I’ll be rewarded by being left alone.”

  He lifted her by the hips and let her slid down onto his semi hard cock. Bouncing her svelte body up and down, he didn’t have to wait long for his erection to completely expand. Calandra made him that horny.

  He watched the formation of her second orgasm on her face. Her eyes rolled back in her head just before her body tensed. Her spine bowed in an arc, and he tightened his hold on her slender waist. Her breasts quaked as she rocked.