“No,” I whimper softly.
“I can’t hear you, Raine.”
“No…”
“No? You want me to keep spanking you, is that it, princess? Does my bad girl need her bottom nice and hot?”
His bad girl.
I find myself wishing that those three words were true, that I could be his. I have never had an experience like this before. I’ve never been this close to any male. I’ve never felt a masculine body pressed against mine, or realized the way my own flesh reacts. There is a storm of desire inside me, but I have to keep it inside. I have to be the one thing gods and goddesses never are: realistic.
I’m not his girl, bad or otherwise. I don’t know him.
He speaks to me in that seductive purr, expertly driving me towards a climax which should not be possible, and yet seems unavoidable. Pleasure is building between my thighs, right at the core of me in a place nobody has ever touched. That little bud which sits at the top of my sex, hidden between the folds of my lips, is conducting external sin all the way into my body. And now I know what is going to happen, inevitably, inexorably. I am going to come over his legs. I am going to grind myself to completion here, in the woods with this stranger.
Tanuk
She is more than beautiful. Holding Raine is thrilling. I feel her energy pent up inside her curvy body, building every time I speak to her or spank her. Words and slaps have the same effect on her dynamic mind.
Her dress is riding up. I aid it in its quest to end up wrapped around her waist, her bright red cheeks glowing in the moonlight. I could do anything I wanted with her. She’s mine to claim. She doesn’t know any better. She doesn't know to fight. She doesn’t think to scream. She’s perfect and untouched, a soft, soon-to-be-submissive goddess waiting to be claimed by the right hand.
I smile to myself at how careless Ragnar and Helios have been. Raine is ripe for the picking, and her sister is no better protected. Sooner or later, they will both be snatched away from this place. I would be surprised if either one of them was still a virgin after tonight.
I palm Raine’s cheeks, feeling her agile hips squirming, seeing the seam of her virginal sex displayed to me quite wantonly, and yet somehow also very innocently. She doesn’t really know what is happening to her. I know that her body is ready for this handling, that a sore bottom is an aphrodisiac to almost every goddess. She spreads her legs wider, practically begging to be fucked. I can smell her, the sweet scent of her juices on the evening air. It calls to the animal which lies inside every god, and which is particularly strong in me. According to all the laws of nature and gods, she is mine.
She whimpers and bumps her hips up toward me in wanton invitation. She is engaging in every behavior a woman can to invite a male to ravage her. I grit my teeth and spank her good and hard, my palm spreading over her cheeks to catch as much of her reddened skin as possible.
“Aiie!” she calls out in pain. It’s not fair that I’m spanking her harder now, but it is either spank her bottom searing bright red or take her virginity roughly and completely. I’m learning that her pain response is very closely linked to her pleasure reaction. The more she whimpers and whines, the more her thighs spread, the wetter she gets, and the harder it is to restrain my impulse to conquer her.
This demigoddess has an effect on me like no other. I have been alone a very long time. I thought my days of love were long gone. I thought the part of me which was capable of it was completely broken. But I am already feeling stirrings which remind me of a distant past in which I had a heart — and that is all that keeps her safe. Any other time, any other place, any other wet, willing pussy would be wrapped around my cock right now.
It would serve her fathers right if I did deflower her. But I have developed a soft spot for this little brat. I like her fire. I adore the way she has embraced the role of the outcast without becoming embittered by it.
If I take her now, and leave her, then it will be over before it begins. It will be a cheap, easy victory. I came thinking that would be enough, but it won’t be. Not with this one. I want to take my time with her. I want her for more than one night. But that is going to take some doing.
Instead of ravaging her, taking her virginity without care for anything besides quick, rough conquest, I finish spanking her. A final harsh flurry makes her whine and squeal, but it also gives her the intensity she needs to grind herself against my thigh long and hard, her hips making desperate little jerking motions as she ruts and then finally orgasms, the outer lips of her sex all puffy with the dew of her desire as she shakes and trembles over my thighs.
I should be filled with dark amusement, but instead I find myself marveling at what a work of art she is. The urge to deflower and defile has been replaced with one to protect and possess. But I cannot take her this moment. That would be to play my hand far too soon. The night is young, and my revenge still awaits.
My time with Raine has been a pleasant distraction, but this is not over.
She lies quietly over my lap, panting her post orgasmic bliss to the wind. I hold her there, rub her gently in the same places I just spanked, enjoying the sight of her bright red derriere.
Oh, all the things I could do to her… everything I could take. Just thinking of it makes me feel as though I am a very, very good god for leaving her unsullied. Perhaps I am changing with eternity. Finding some sense of compassion. Or, perhaps there is something about this demigoddess, the one everybody ignores.
Time is not on our side this night. I must complete all I have to do before the dawn comes. So I regretfully let her up, her dress falling back down to cover those bright globes. I do get to look upon another delight when I have her upright, however, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment and post orgasmic bliss.
I am not done with her. She is going to be mine. I have marked her with my palm, and it is only a matter of time before I take her in every way possible.
“Be careful who you walk with in the forest, princess,” I warn her, taking her by the hand again. I lead her as a gentleman might lead a lady all the way back to the palace, saying little. Words would only get in the way now.
She is meek on the way back home. I expected more attitude, but being spanked to orgasm tames even the wildest woman — though Raine is not wild. She perhaps has it in her to be, but she’s never been allowed to express it. That will change.
“Please, don’t tell my fathers,” she whispers as the palace comes into view.
“Don’t tell your fathers that you left the party with me? Or that I spanked your bare bottom?” Or that I saw your wet little cunt? I don’t ask the last question out loud, but it hangs in the air anyway, making her blush furiously.
“Any of it,” she mumbles.
“Of course,” I say. “A gentleman never tells.”
Her relief is obvious. As the palace wall opens to allow us both in, I lift her hand to my mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Enjoy your party, Raine, and what remains of your innocence.”
2
Raine
With that rather ominous wish, the god who spanked me slips away into the crowd and is gone within seconds, leaving me sore and sorry and completely embarrassed. I wonder if everybody who looks at me can see the truth of what just happened. Is it written on my face that I was just spanked in the woods? I smooth my dress down, glad that it is loose enough not to sit tightly around my punished cheeks. I feel as though everybody is looking at me, knowing what happened. I feel as though the truth is being whispered behind hands, shared around the room at lightning speed.