Sun God Seeks…Surrogate?

  Other than that, discussion items could be nominated by any deity but added only with a majority vote. Once a vote was taken, they were recorded—carved into stone. Literally.

  “So, what about finding my mother? Where does she fit in the agenda?”

  “Guy will ask to have his recent findings added to the agenda; I am certain everyone will agree to this. After he imparts the information, you will move for Call to Action.”

  “If they turn me down?”

  “Not likely; we are gods. Our sole purpose is to care for humans.”

  “What about you? We have to find a way to save you.”

  Kinich became quiet for several moments. “I am certain my…situation will not go without discussion. But I assure you, I am not suffering. Being here is not so dissimilar from my disembodied natural state.”

  “You mean, when you’re back home?”

  “Yes.”

  That statement gave me a jolt. When I thought of Kinich, I thought of a man. One I desired with every girly part of my girly body. Lean, tightly packed muscles, broad shoulders, and ripped abs. So, to imagine this fine specimen of sexual prowess without his physical form perturbed me.

  “What do you look like when you’re ‘home’?”

  “I am without form. In my realm, I simply exist. Reduced to thoughts, but able to see anything I wish with my mind and still able to manipulate the energy in the physical world.”

  “Really? So you can make the sun shine or do that voice thing to people from there?”

  “Yes. In fact, my powers are far easier to use when I’m home. Here we are limited by our bodies. They contain us. They require massive amounts of energy to control and move.

  “There, at home, we feel no physical sensations, no heat, cold, or pain. One doesn’t need to breathe or sleep.”

  What an odd existence. No eating to worry about. No jeans to squeeze into. No watching your body grow old or having to stop each day to sleep. “Sounds good to me.”

  “It is neither good nor bad. It is simply…different.” He paused for several moments. “Penelope, there is something I wish to tell you.”

  I swallowed. “Please, don’t let it be bad news.” I suddenly felt tired again. I needed to lie down.

  I stretched across Kinich’s large bed next to his—okay, this is getting really creepy—body. “Are you sure your physical form is still alive?”

  “Yes. It has not been damaged, it simply lacks my soul or any of my divine light.”

  Good. Because that body, even in its slumbering state, was phenomenal. I had lots of unfinished business to conduct with it.

  Do you love him for his body, Pen? Come on.

  No, I love…him.

  “So if it were to die, you would be fine?” I asked.

  “I believe so, yes.”

  “And if I died?” I asked. “What would happen to you? Would you go back to that cenote thing?”

  “This is, in fact, what I wish to discuss with you.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Given our current situation, I would like to petition for your immortality tomorrow.”

  Huh? “Huh?”

  “Penelope, I—I…”

  There was a long, awkward pause. “My feelings for you remain…complicated. I desire you. I have never desired anything in my seventy thousand years of existence, apart from my freedom, but I want there to be no confusion around the topic. I propose this solution because I fear for you. I wish for you to be safe, and in your current form, it will not be easy. Not when you have Maaskab after you.”

  Complicated? His feelings are…complicated? My brain was stuck in the mud, my wheels spinning without traction. Complicated! Complicated? “So it’s about protecting me. That’s all?”

  Silence.

  “Fine,” I whispered, fending off the hurt. “I’ll think about it. If I go on another Maaskab mission, at least immortality ups my chances of surviving.”

  “What?” he screamed. “You went on a mission?”

  I stared at his immobile face, but it felt silly to berate a comatose body, so I looked at my boots again. “Yes! I did!”

  “He let you go. Didn’t he? I’ll kill him! Guy has crossed the line! And you! Foolish woman! What in the name of the gods were you thinking?”

  “Hold on a second, your holiness!” Gods I felt silly yelling at him while he was inside me. “I’m a grown woman, and if I want to risk my neck for my mother or the man I love, then that’s my choice! Mine!”

  “Did you say you…love me?”

  “I…well, yes. I guess I did! And, clearly, I’m crazy! Cause you’re the last man—deity—bodiless being…Oh! Crappity-crap! Whatever!” I huffed. “Dude. You’re the last dude on earth I should love.”

  Silence.

  “Hello?”

  Silence.

  “Fine! I’m taking a shower and then a long, long nap. So…just stay that way! Not a peep, Minotaur!”

  I stomped to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was a large stall with beautiful natural stone tiles and several massage heads on each wall. I grumbled as I stripped off my clothes and stepped in. The first few seconds felt wonderful, but then the pang of rejection hit hard. For a brief moment, I considered crying, but that was not the answer.

  You’re done crying. New chapter.

  So now what? He didn’t love me back. I could deal. Maybe. Okay. It hurt.

  Ouch, ouch, ouch…

  ***

  “I’m sorry,” he finally said twenty minutes into my shower. “I assume you went on the mission to find your mother and the answer to what happened to me.”

  “Yes.”

  “I cannot recall anyone ever risking a life for me. Thank you.”

  I stood there nude with a bar of soap in my hands, hanging on every word.

  “But why should I be surprised? Your bravery is what I admire most about you, Penelope. Nothing seems to faze you. Not even my harsh treatment. You”—he paused for several moments—“humble me at every turn. And if I were another man…or were a man, I would want you for my own. But you must trust in me, Penelope. You must believe that there is nothing more important right now than my duties. Not even you can afford my distraction.”

  Frankly, I wasn’t able to “trust” him on this because I thoroughly believed he was messed in the head on this relationship topic. Sure, there were other things going on—important things such as an impending apocalypse, him being trapped inside my body, yadda yadda—but I knew we’d be stronger together. How did I know that, but he didn’t?

  “So, let’s pretend for a moment that your duty wasn’t a concern. Then what?”

  “Then I would tell you that none of the gods are capable of making a human heart content, that we are unable to give a relationship what it needs to thrive.”

  “Which is?”

  “Commitment and dedication. Or a normal life full of daily routines and the observance of unspoken rules humans demand from one another. Understand, a god’s life is not dictated by social norms. We are not expected to call if we’ll be late for dinner—we do not eat—or bring flowers because the calendar says it is a particular day in the month of February. Our lives are driven by duty and the fact that time is abundant. We go where we are needed, when we are needed, for as long as we must. I can pass decades in my realm before returning to your world, yet, to me, it is only a moment in time.”

  “I get the point. Our worlds are different. But I still haven’t heard any showstoppers—these are all things a god could work through.”

  “Why would I want this? When at the very best, the outcome would be a relationship still considered dysfunctional. By your human definition, I am a male who, on a good day, would be defined as heartless, selfish, stubborn, arrogant, and inconsiderate.”

  “When you put it that way, you do sound like quite the catch.”

  “Penelope, I would destroy you. My existence is far too cold a place to share with anyone. I am far too cold.”

  Cold? This w
as not a word I would use to describe this being who secretly spent his time and money helping needy children or trying to rescue stubborn-as-a-mule humans—that’s me—or…who kissed with so much passion and vigor that I only needed one taste to become permanently addicted. No one in this world had more passion than Kinich.

  No one.

  So what it all really boiled down to was that he didn’t believe he could make me happy.

  But I had complete faith it would all work out if we were meant to be together.

  So were we? My heart and body said yes. And I believed his did, too. The intensity between us was…epic.

  Now I just needed him to realize it.

  “Did you mean what you said earlier?” I asked.

  “You’ll have to be more specific.”

  Could I say it? Could I?

  Yes.

  “That your last wish before the Maaskab showed up was to be inside me?”

  I heard a low groan. “I can think of nothing else.”

  Me neither. I was obsessed. “Because you should know, I dream about you all the time, Kinich. Of how you taste. Of our bodies molding together. I don’t know what really happened that night between us, but my body is addicted to you.”

  Erotic warmth swirled and pooled around my nipples and deep inside my core.

  “I feel you. I feel your body firing up. It is the most erotic sensation I’ve ever encountered.” He groaned once again.

  If he could feel my body’s sensations, then could its reaction make him realize how potent we were together? Or how full of fire his heart truly was? “It’s for you. You do this to me. I just think about you and this is what happens.”

  “Touch yourself,” he unexpectedly commanded. “I want to feel you come.”

  “What? No.” I couldn’t.

  “Do it.” His voice had transformed from man to god. The kind who expected to be obeyed.

  I shuddered, realizing I suddenly wanted to do what he was asking.

  “Are you using your voice on me?”

  “No. But I will if you do not obey.”

  “You wouldn’t.” Part of me was shocked, but another part was turned on, a reaction that startled me.

  “I’m a greedy god, Penelope, with little pleasures in life. And when I want something, I get it. Right now, I want to experience what your body feels when it comes, thinking of me.”

  I’m human, so I couldn’t claim I’d never done…that. But this felt very awkward. “I—I can’t. It’s too—”

  “I can feel the deep, gnawing tension between your legs. The moist heat. Your body preparing to take me inside. Give your body what it wants, Penelope. Give me what I want.”

  I did want it. But I wanted it with him. I wanted to feel his weight on top of me and his thick shaft stroking me deep inside.

  But to touch myself like this? With him witnessing? Feeling?

  Do it Pen. Think of it like phone sex. But without the phone.

  Ugh! I can’t, it’s too weird.

  “I’m going to finish my shower.”

  “Yes,” he whispered. “That is an excellent idea. Start by washing your breasts. Slowly.”

  I could scarcely hear him, but if we’d been face-to-face, I would have guessed he was on the brink of erupting. Each note in his voice was loaded with tension. Hard. Raw. Primal.

  Knowing I could do that to him was quite possibly the biggest turn on I’d ever experienced.

  The blood rushed to sensitive flesh between my thighs and deep inside. My hand trembled.

  Then again, what’s one more weird thing to add to the list of recent activities and events?

  “I need to pretend you’re with me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

  “Oh, but I am. There is no pretending. I can feel everything you feel. Everything you touch feels as though I were touching it myself. Now cup your breasts.”

  I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I closed my eyes and imagined my hands were his.

  “Yes,” he groaned. “Your breasts are so firm and luscious. Pinch your nipples.”

  “But—”

  “Do it.”

  I let out a breath and then obeyed. What if this was all we’d ever have. Me and…me? With him as the tactile voyeur?

  Don’t think about that now.

  I pictured his rough, large hands cradling my breasts, massaging and pinching my aching, hard nipples. It felt incredible.

  Yes. He’d been right. My body needed this. Knowing he felt my pleasure was…

  A tiny moan left my mouth.

  “The things I will do to you once I am whole again.”

  “Tell me,” I whispered.

  His voice slow and rough, he began whispering as if we were in a crowded, dimly lit bar, his intimate words for my ears only. “First, my sweet woman, I will intimately explore your body with my lips and hands while I strip away your clothing. Not a single inch of your silky skin will go untouched. I will worship you. I will savor you. I will leisurely stroke your heat and prepare your body to receive me. And once you are fully aroused, slick around my fingers and nearly at the point of coming, I will thrust your legs apart and lay myself over you. I will gaze into your eyes and watch with pleasure as I plunge my hard cock deep inside.”

  A sharp hiss of air left my lungs. I could practically feel his breath on my ear as he whispered every intimate word.

  “I will push you to the brink of pain and pleasure, to a point so intense that nothing in this world will exist apart from the act of me taking you, of my hard flesh pumping and stroking you intimately. And just when you’re about to fall over the edge, your body a coiled mass of tension on the cusp of finding euphoria, I will pull out. Slowly. I will make you wait. I will make you beg for my cock to complete you.”

  “Like I imagined it in my dreams,” I said quietly. He would relentlessly work his shaft in and out like a man who had all the time in the world, yet with an insatiable, sexual thirst. Again and again he would drive me so close, my body sweaty and tense as his hard rippling abs glided over me, his thick arms wrapped possessively around my torso to lift and hold me in place as he pounded until I was ready to explode. Suddenly, in this dream, he would pull out, leaving me panting and needy. Then he’d say, “Tell me what you want, Penelope.”

  “You,” I replied.

  “Tell me what you really want.” He’d grip his large, velvety hard cock and slide it between my slick, hot folds, slowly moving back and forth, teasing me with every thick inch.

  “I want you inside me. To make me come,” I’d finally beg.

  “Tell me how,” he’d say and then nudge his tip inside just an inch. Just enough so that I could feel his heat and thickness, but not receive the sweet, exquisite pleasure and pain of his enormous shaft filling me.

  “Hard,” I’d answer.

  And with those words he’d slam into me and plunge deep inside one last time. He would roar my name as he exploded.

  And the heat…Although it was a dream, I shivered every time I thought about it. His liquid heat was like a drug. Every time he thrust and poured himself into me with hot eruptions, I orgasmed. Again and again. Until my body felt as though it would burst into flames.

  And just when I could take no more, he would flip me over and begin the dance again, starting with a trail of kisses down the column of my spine, over my ass and hips. By the time he’d lave every square inch of my body, I was so worked up that all I could think of was getting him inside me once again.

  Just like now.

  Eyes clenched tightly, the pulsating jets hammered away on my back, I swallowed hard.

  “I can feel it,” he said. “You’re so close. Think of me bending you over and sliding my cock deep inside you.”

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “And I will, my sweet Penelope. Soon. I will make your body shudder beneath mine. I will keep you wet and quivering for a solid week. You know I can.” His breathing was heavy and rhythmic, matching mine.

  “Yes. I know,” I p
anted.

  “Do it. Touch yourself. See me inside you.”

  Thinking of him, I was so close that a feather could brush against my swollen bud and I’d orgasm. This felt so wrong. So good. So erotic.

  As the hot water pounded my skin, my hand slid down and my finger pressed. But it wasn’t me, it was his pulsing hot erection. It was Kinich teasing and pushing my most intimate spot, asking me to beg for his final thrust.

  “Oh gods, Penelope. You are so close. I feel it. Your body tensing. It feels so good. Yes, Penelope. Do not stop. Yes,” he panted in time with the strokes of my finger.

  My body ignited. Kinich called out and screamed my name.

  I braced myself against the wall.

  A few moments past and my body fell back to earth. Aside from the night I may or may not have spent with Kinich, this had been the most erotic experience of my life.

  I turned my face into the warm water. Oh God. That felt so…

  “That. Was. Amazing,” Kinich said.

  I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see me but I was unable to speak.

  “Baby. You okay?”

  Baby? I sighed. He called me ‘baby.’ Like a real man with a real woman. There was hope for this deity yet.

  I shut off the shower. “Sure. I’m really relaxed.” I felt like taking a long nap.

  I toweled off, threw on some sweats, and trudged over to the bed. I looked down at the sad shell of a body.

  “Will things ever go back to the way they were?” I asked.

  “I do not know, Penelope. But I am not suffering. My entire existence I’ve wished to be human, to be mortal. So to experience your body, to feel the world through you has been extraordinary…it is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my seventy thousand years of existence.”

  Had my plan actually worked? Could he see who he truly was?

  “Just know, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Kinich. I can’t explain it. I hardly know you, but I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you. And I know it doesn’t have anything to do with your pheromones or…species. It’s you. Your soul.”

  I waited for him to say something this time, but there was only silence. That was not the answer I’d expected to receive yet again. But that was the one I got.