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Fleeing Gods
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Helena struggled out of sleep, blinking her eyes hazily
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against the darkened room. It had been a most vivid dream.
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Since she'd left her spineless husband and the regular supply
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of dull sex, she'd often had erotic dreams Somehow none
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had been quite this...explicit. A tongue had licked her instep,
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her toes. Teeth had nibbled on her calves. She had almost
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been able to feel the muscled body, the sensuous hands
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caressing her thighs, her hips. She could almost hear his
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heavy panting, and smell his strong breath.
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Actually, she could still smell that strong breath, that
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unmistakable mixture of strong spirits and poor oral hygiene.
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There was a strong scent of aroused male in the room.
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Helena suddenly sat up and switched on her halogen lamp,
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ready to grab it and crack it on the skull of any would-be
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rapist.
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As the light flooded the room, an immense man
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reared up on the bed and away from her, raising a hairy arm
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to block his eyes from the light.
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"Shut that off, wench! You'll ruin the mood!"
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Wench? What kind of man calls a woman wench?
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Helena relaxed a little, still retaining her firm grip on the
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lamp, and peered at the impressive stranger in her bedroom.
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"What are you doing here?" she asked him, quite
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calmly, she thought.
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"Seducing you!" he thundered. "What does it look
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like I'm doing?" He lowered his arm a bit, piercing blue eyes
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blinking in the light like those of a dazed deer. Helena stared
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intently at him, hungrily drinking in the obvious strength in
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those arms, that chest. The man was positively bristling with
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hair, and muscles bulged under the thick brown coat.
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Something else bulged too, an enormous penis that stood out
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proudly from his naked body. Helena had been married for
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seven years, and bar-hopping for three, but she had never
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seen anything to match this before. She licked her lips.
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He blinked at her, looking a little confused. Then he
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seemed to gather himself together. He started shouting
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again.
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"Fear not, fair maiden. I am the greatest of lovers,
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reknowned in seven kingdoms and across seventy seas. No
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harm will come to thee!"
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Helena winced at the volume. "Could you lower your
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voice a little?" she asked, as she started to shift her body,
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preparatory to sitting up. The man immediately flung
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himself down on her, pinning her to the bed. Helena just lay
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there, enjoying the weight of his body on hers, the teasing
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scritch of curly chest hair against her nipples.
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"My apologies, maiden, but I cannot have you turning
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into a bull, or a swan, or trying to run away" he said, in a
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voice slightly softer than before.
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A bull? A swan? A strange suspicion started dancing
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through Helena's head. "Just what did you say your name
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was?" she asked him.
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The man's chest swelled proudly, incidentally
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crushing her breasts beneath it. "I am Zeus, ruler of
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Olympus, seducer of maidens, wielder of the
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thunderbolt....and you shall not escape me!"
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"Why would I want to?" Helena practically cooed, as
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she laced her arms around his thick neck. That would
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explain how he got into her locked bedroom, the odd dream
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she'd been having...it would explain a lot of things. She
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began rubbing her naked body against his, maneuvering so
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he could slide that gorgeous tool into the place where it
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belonged.
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"Sorry?" he said. His voice suddenly seemed much less
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like massive thundering, and more like a pitiful squeak. He
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held his body very stiff as he stared down at her. While stiff
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was good in some ways, his stillness was somewhat of a
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problem now, as she couldn't get to quite the position she
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needed. "Are you not afraid of me? Will you not shift your
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form into a thousand others so as to escape? Will you not
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turn into a tree, a pebble, a breath of breeze?"
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"Honey, I can't shift my form into even one other."
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Helena replied. She raked her nails along his back, and
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writhed her body underneath his, hoping to stimulate a
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response. His response wasn't quite what she expected.
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"But it is simple. Even the shepherd maids of Greece
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knew how. Let me show you," he said. And with that, she
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felt an odd sort of twist in her brain, strange enough to make
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her pause a second in her feverish groping. Suddenly she
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knew how to change forms, how to become a thousand
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creatures of wind and flesh and earth. Zeus smiled in
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triumph above her. "Now, will you run?" he asked.
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"Mmm....I don't think so," Helena said. With that, she
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used her newfound knowledge to stretch her body, adding
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several inches to her height, and not so incidentally enabling
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her to finally slip that stiff penis inside her dripping cunt.
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Helena gasped then, and bit down on his rock-hard shoulder.
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She started to slide back and forth, almost gnawing on his
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skin as she did so.
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"But they always run," Zeus said. He sounded
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dismayed. "I cannot believe women have changed so in the
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mere millenia that Hera and I spent travelling ...surely you
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are unnatural, a freak?"
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Helena kept moving as she replied, "Well, my
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appetite's maybe a bit bigger than most women's, but I think
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I'm pretty typical nowadays." Suddenly, that feeling of
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delicious fullness started to disappear. Helena looked up in
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sudden suspicion. "Hey, if you're a god, surely you can keep
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it up?"
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Zeus started to pull himself away. "You are a hellish
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imitation of a true woman. I will go and find a more
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feminine being in whom to spend my heavenly seed. You
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cannot expect me to perform with a creature as unwomanly
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as yourself. It would be...unnatural!"
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Helena suddenly clung even harder, wrapping her
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long (extremely long) legs around his muscular form. "Not
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so fast, boy. You look to be the best lay I've had in a long
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time." Helena's mind continued the sentence; 'with potentially
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infinite endurance.' "You're not getting away until I get
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what you promised earlier. And not until I get it several times."
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Zeus moaned in dismay, and suddenly changed himself
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into a porcupine. But Helena changed her skin into an odd fur,
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and stuck to him like velcro. He wailed in horror, and changed
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himself into a lightning bolt. But she changed into a storm,
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and blew out all the windows as she surrounded him. Zeus
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moaned as he turned into a waterfall, pouring out of her
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forty-seventh floor windows. But she turned into a river
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right below him, and engulfed his sweet essence. It was then
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that he really started to run.
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Helena chased him down the highway, causing the
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early morning traffic jams to become early morning wrecking
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sites, as the heavenly dawn filled the sky. Irate businessmen
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in suits leaning out their car windows could hear a male
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voice, whimpering on the wind as the pair disappeared over
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the horizon. It was clearly calling, "Hera? Saaaaaaaave
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meeeeeeeee........" The ones who listened carefully even
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heard a soft chuckle of what might have been goddess laughter
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as they hurriedly pulled their heads back inside, and quickly
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rolled up the windows.
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*****
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Copyright 1994 M.A. Mohanraj
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