Married to a Goddess: part 2; Dan’s place becomes an abode of the Sex Gods. His mother asks questions. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dan eventually clocked out and drove home. He didn’t feel tired at all. Hell, he felt as though he could run a marathon. He had a feeling it had something to do with Annabelle. He carefully parked his car in the parking garage, then he headed off towards his apartment building. He shuffled along and watched some of the neighborhood kids running around, even with it being so cold. They ran around like madmen, jackets covering them as they had fun. Dan smiled as he remembered himself as a young boy, not a care in the world, catching fireflies. He shook his head as he enjoyed this moment of near-silence. Working around loud machines made him appreciate silence just a bit more, even with kids laughing in the background. He turned and walked inside the building, going up the stairs and into his apartment He walked in and immediately noticed that it seemed bigger. He happened to look up towards the ceiling first, realizing that it was so high he could barely see it. “What the…? Annabelle!” he called out, his voice echoing off into the distance. There was no answer. He let out a long sigh as he began walking in. He’d question her about the situation later Aside from the ceiling height, the apartment itself seemed bigger. It felt as though he was standing in a mansion that contained most of his old stuff. A few things had been replaced, though, like his lumpy old couch that was nowhere to be seen; a new leather sofa sat in its place. The carpet was gone, apparently replaced with oak wood flooring. “This is just weird,” he muttered. He looked over towards the kitchen and saw it was much bigger, with brand-new appliances. He shook his head and decided to just head to bed. For all Dan knew, this was all still just a dream. He turned around, and that was when he saw it. It was that cat. The same cat that seemed to own the sidewalk this morning. That cat was looking at him, and he shook his head. “No, it can’t be the same cat. That one was black. You’re grayer.” It reminded him of Tom from Tom and Jerry. “How did you get in here?” he asked, as he started leaning down to pick it up. It actually answered him, responding, “I walked through the door, boy, or are you just that stupid?” in the voice of a female with an exotic accent. “Holy shit, a talking cat!” He stopped himself just before he kicked the cat away from the shock of it. The cat just laughed, “Why, of course I can talk. How else are we having a conversation Oh, wait, no, we’re reading each other’s minds, right? Heh, you poor humans.” The cat seemed to smirk as Dan eyed her. He was far annoyed by this now. The cat might be a cat, but it was acting like an ass. “OK, smart ass, what are you and where did you come from?” “Nowhere special! I’m just your friendly, lovably pur; fect kittycat.” The cat let out a little meow, swishing her tail slightly as she rolled on her back to reveal her furry belly. Dan wasn’t sure if it was trying to tease him or something else, but it clearly failed. “OK, cat, well, have you seen Annabelle?” With her R’s rolling into purrs, the cat replied, “Hmm, she’s somewhere around here. She could be going off to the strip club. The girl needs to hear her prayers. Though why don’t you relax?” It kept smirking. “Oh, Dan, it’s good to see you,” came Annabelle’s voice. Suddenly, walking out of a wall as if it were nothing, Annabelle appeared with a smile. She was wearing one of Dan’s T-shirts and a pair of pants that fit very snugly around her hips. “It’s good to see you… OK, what did you do to my apartment, and who’s the talking cat?” He pointed toward the feline, and Annabelle smirked. “Oh, that’s Bast, and as for the apartment, I figured we’d need a little extra room. I made the space bigger overall and added an extra room or two for us. Had to call in a favor from the god of houses, but he really came through.” She giggled. Dan was a bit dumbfounded. There was a god of houses? He turned over and looked at the cat. He knew he’d heard the name Bast before, but he just couldn’t remember where “You’re Bast, Bast the cat?” he asked. The cat had rolled back over and looked annoyed at being interrupted while licking a paw. “I am Bastet the cat goddess,” she said icily. It was then she began morphing, a soft shimmering light wrapping around her as she began growing bigger. Dan was imagining that she was going to turn into a lion, yet suddenly up on all fours was a woman — no, she was more than that. She had the body of a woman with brownish skin, but the head of a cat, including a muzzle and ears. She brought herself up to stand on her two feet, staring at him with the same green eyes and that confident smile. “But my friends do call me Bast. Now, where’s the milk?” Chapter 3 Bast got her milk after Dan raced to the kitchen to get some. When he returned, the cat-headed goddess smirked again. “Finally. It took you long enough.” She took the glass Dan offered and began by taking a long hearty drink of the white liquid, swallowing until it was halfway gone. She pulled back, licking her maw with her cat’s tongue and put the glass on a nearby table. “Well, since that’s taken care of, I have a question for you, Bast,” Dan said, taking a deep breath. Bast nodded at him, signaling him to go on, though Dan thought she wasn’t giving him her full attention. “What are you doing at my apartment?” Not that it seemed like “my apartment” at this point. The interior was nearly unrecognizable, to the point that it seemed like a maze. “I wanted to check up on Annabelle. I heard she had gotten married, but she didn’t invite me to the wedding. So I wanted to see who she was hitched to. Then I find out it’s a mortal.” She looked over to Annabelle, who blushed slightly, maybe even having a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry, Bastet. It just happened. I’m so sorry, and, Bast, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” Annabelle suddenly ran towards the cat goddess, giving her a great big hug. Bast looked shocked, her tail straightening, her ears popping forward, and a wild expression on her face. “It’s fine, but please stop! You’re overloading me with lust magic!” She gasped hard, her tongue sticking out as she moaned and groaned. Annabelle pulled back suddenly from that as she cupped her hands to her face. “Oh, dear, again, so sorry, Bast, just got a little excited, and you know how lust magic is. It’s unpredictable.” She laughed at that, while Dan looked confused. He shook his head. He didn’t bother asking. His head was already hurting slightly from the whole situation. “It’s fine, Annabelle, relax,” said Bast. “I just wanted to make sure you’re all right. You know how goddesses can end up when they marry a mortal.” She patted her friend’s head. It was clear that Bast’s mood had changed from “confident queen” to “relaxed friend.” “It’s fine. It’s not like what’s happened with those other gods. I agreed of my own free will.” She smiled. Dan raised an eyebrow again. This just raised more questions. “Well, good, I can get home. I have to get back to my host family. Those children, I swear, if I’m not around, would somehow set a lake on fire.” With that, Bast transformed back into her full cat form before walking over towards Dan. “Listen here, boy, just because you managed to seduce and get married to my friend, it means nothing. If you hurt her, I will play with you like a ball of string. If you make her cry, I will turn you into that ball.” With that, the front door opened, and the cat goddess strutted out, her tail swishing as she rubbed onto the door for a second. Then she vanished without a trace. “Well, that was something,” Dan grunted. A cat goddess had just threatened him. That would be in the top ten of weirdness for his life. He’d have to give it another twenty minutes to see what happens, though. “Yeah, Bast can be a little… much, but she means well. She has been a great friend, but sadly she’s not one of the lucky gods.” “Lucky gods? What does that mean.” “Gods need worship, It’s how we sustain our powers. You mortals might not realize we need you as much as you need us. Bast was the goddess of cats and guardian of the children, though when they stopped worshipping her, she had to improvise in a way that people give her attention to remember her. It’s easier for a death god or even a lust goddess to gain worshippers or followers. But for others like her, it can be troublesome.” Annabelle looked sad for a minute, and Dan felt a small pang in his heart. “I guess it’s difficult to be a god.” “It can be, but as I said, I’m one of the more lucky ones. My duality lets me be worshipped without them realizing it. Just performing an action, and being admired by those who watch me, can give me strength.” She smiled as she leaned against the wall. “Well, that’s something. Though how does Bast get her worshippers?” “From what she’s told me, and I quote, ‘By the gods, I’m surviving ‘cause of them damn furries jacking off to pictures of big-boobed anthro cats! I’ve fallen so far! In olden times, I was given spices and gold. Cats were treated like kings! Now the only ones who admire me, or watch over me, are middle-aged women who collect my subjects like toys and horny people who want to fuck me. Oh, me! Oh, sweet kitten me!’” Dan snorted as he imagined Bast being a drama queen, her body flailing around to try to get all eyes on her. He wasn’t the only one. Even Annabelle was giggling at the idea. She held her sides as she seemed to be fighting off the urge to laugh. Dan smiled as he looked at her. “So, what kind of changes did you do to my apartment?” Dan asked. “You mean our apartment, my hubby,” Annabelle reminded him. “Please just call me Dan, or, hell, even Danny.” Dan laughed nervously. “Okay, Dan. Well, not too much. Just a few extra rooms, really. Changed the kitchen. Made our bedroom a little bit larger. Added my own study. Added a sex dungeon.” “Wait, what was that? My own study?” “No, after that. You added a sex dungeon?” Dan’s eyes twitched. He wasn’t sure how to even react to something like that. He could barely imagine what he would do with a sex dungeon, besides… well, sex. “Oh, yeah, in case we ever decide to have some extra fun or bring in a third party, we can have a room just for that.” She smirked as she caressed his cheek. Dan was not sure how to react, since the idea had never struck him before. “So you don’t mind adding another person in for fun?” Dan tiptoed around the subject, not sure how his wife might react. She responded by kissing his neck. “Hmm, I do not mind. I am the goddess of lust, after all, as long as you follow one simple rule.” She licked his neck, then raised her mouth to his ear, blowing into it gently. Dan felt his cock stirring as he mumbled, “What would that be?” “I don’t mind if you fuck another woman, or even goddess, as long as you tell me… and as long as I can be in the room. I like to watch. As long as you are loyal to me, I will be loyal to you, my darling Dan. Remember that.” She reached down, caressing his side. Dan’s body was roaring with excitement as he wrapped his arms around her. His primal instincts wanted her. He desperately wanted to fuck her, but first he said, “I’ll keep that promise. I— I’m still shocked by all this, but I’m willing to give this a try. I do want to get to know you more.” “Mm-hmm, it’s all I can ever ask, my dear,” Annabelle moaned as she squeezed his ass. “Maybe we should head to the bedroom and talk. I might have some more questions.” “Ask away. We do have some things to talk about, including the blessings I have for you.” Annabelle moaned as she took him by the hand, leading them off to his — no, their bedroom. Dan discovered that it had completely transformed. It had been fairly large before, , but now it was more like the grand bedchamber of a king, complete with a glittering chandelier. Polished wood flooring had replaced the wall-to-wall carpet. The bed was now shaped like a heart and covered with red linens. Dan idly wondered what happened to the artwork he’d had on the walls, but that would be a question for a later time. Annabelle kissed his neck and moaned as she rubbed against him. Dan groaned as he grabbed her bubbly ass. With that, she ripped his shirt off and tossed the remains to one side, where they seemed to turn to ash and disappear. Dan walked backward toward the bed as Annabelle kept removing pieces of clothing from him. He finally began grabbing onto her clothes. He grabbed her top and ripped it down the seams with great ease. Her breasts bounced as they experienced freedom. Dan wondered if she hadn’t been wearing a bra all along or if she’d made it vanish. He found himself falling down onto the bed with Annabelle watching him hungrily. Her eyes seemed to turn black as she climbed on top of him. “Hmm, so handsome, my darling. I could just eat you up.” She licked her lips, then leaned forward to suck on his neck. Her ass was shaking as Dan reached up to cup it. “So, these blessings, Annabelle?” he asked. His fingers sank a bit into her rump as he massaged it. Annabelle moaned again as she rubbed against him. She snapped her fingers and he could feel his underwear vanish. “As my husband, I am able to give you certain blessings within my abilities. I shall be giving you enhanced strength and stamina. Not too much, just about double what you’re use to. Your body will feel younger and stronger.” Her hips were grinding against him, but then she began lifting herself, floating up into the air as she turned around. She slowly lowered her ass down on Dan’s face. “As long as we’re together, your life has been extended. You’re not immortal, but you’ll live longer than normal humans. Unless an outside force takes you away.” She moaned as she rubbed her rear on him. Dans lips pressed against her pussy’s lips. So I’ll be stronger and have more stamina? That explains today. But a longer life — how will that work? He grabbed her hips, caressing them as he kissed her puffy pussy lips. Annabelle moaned as he opened his mouth. His wet tongue came out as it found her clit, giving it a light lick, then flicking it while he wedged a couple fingers of his left hand underneath to massage her outer labia. “Hmm, good, Dan, please keep going.” She suddenly shifted position, and now he had to reach out to touch her pussy. His eyes widened as he realized she was sucking his cock, and oh, boy, did it feel good, the way she sucked on the head alone. Her tongue swirled as she kept jacking him off. Vanessa sat at the bar drinking, neon lights illuminating the room as the jukebox played. Vanessa wasn’t really sure what the song was, but she didn’t care. She drank her whiskey, then took a long drag on the cigarette in her other hand. She hadn’t smoked in a year, but after the last few days, she needed one. She had done something she regretted. She didn’t know why — it was as if some force had taken over her. She shuddered and sniffed as she blew out a puff of smoke. “Why, why did I do it? Fuck! It was so stupid!” She shook her head as she tried to reassure herself she was okay. Through tears pouring down her face, she took another drink. She couldn’t help but wonder what Dan was doing right now. Vanessa imagined him in his home depressed and sad, maybe even angry at her. She knew that sooner or later she’d have to go over there. She had stuff there. She remembered leaving her grandmother’s bracelet. She hated that she forgot it, but it had slipped her mind. She knew going there would be awkward. She never wanted to end her relationship with Dan, but something about it had seemed off. She loved him — but she’d felt bored, as if she needed more excitement. It wasn’t entirely that, though. She’d felt as though something had pulled her away, and she didn’t know what it was. She bit onto the filter of her cigarette, making her shiver as she pushed it out. “Need another one, miss?” the bartender asked. His leather vest glittered under the neon lights. “I’m good. I should really be heading out. Could you call me a cab?” She pushed her bushy auburn hair out of her eyes. “No problem,” the bartender said before walking away. Vanessa sighed as she grabbed her purse. She was tempted to take out another cigarette, but pushed that feeling away. She didn’t want to overdo it. The sweet feeling of addiction could land her, like her momma, six feet in the ground after fighting cancer off for a year. It was why she’d quit before the sight of her mother on her deathbed ruined the desire to take another puff. She was close to leaving, when a stranger moved in, a simple smirk on the man’s face. “Hi there, I’m Joe Liesmith. Do you come here often?” He said, showing off his pearly white teeth, his fingers twiddling his cufflinks. Vanessa immediately noticed his good looks. She wasn’t sure what hit her as she smiled back at the stranger. “How do you do, Mr. Liesmith? Do I come here often? Well, not really. I’ve had a bad week.” She felt as if something were coming over her. This Liesmith was very handsome, and almost reminded her of an old friend. “Well, do you want to talk about it? A drink’s on me… at a better place.” Sure, I think a drink would be okay.“ Vanessa took the man’s hand. Nothing too bad, right? He seemed a little otherworldly. She couldn’t put her finger on it. He led her off, away from the bar. The bartender returned from the other end of the bar and called out, “Hey, lady your cab should ar. ” But she was gone, and the bar was now empty. The bartender sighed. Maybe he didn’t want to know where she went. Girls like that either were trouble or in trouble, and from how she was crying, it might have been the latter, and he didn’t want to get involved. He cleaned the bar and emptied the ashtray where she’d been sitting. It would be closing time soon. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t hear anything. He’d seen it time and time again; women could be trouble, but an upset woman could be even worse. This was something only the good lord knew, really. “Yes, Yes. Yes!” Annabelle screamed at the top of her lungs as the headboard slammed into the wall, leaving dents in it. Dan thrusted harder by the moment. It seemed as though they were at the edge of blissful orgasm, as Annabelle moaned louder. Dan was surprised. He’d never gone this long before. But his orgasm seemed close to hitting as he pulled Annabelle back against the base of his cock. Her moaning was turning him on even more as they fucked doggy-style. His hips felt like jelly as they moved. Soon it was all over as Annabelle screamed once more for him. “Fuck, I’m cumming, Dan!” she moaned. Dan knew this was true, the way her hot cunt sucked him in, pulling him deeper in her as it milked him for everything he had. He was about to unload also, so he quit fighting it — there was no use. he pulled out, and as he did, ropes of cum shot out from the tip of his cock, landing on her back. Dan’s body turned from a feather into a brick of lead as he collapsed on the bed, his heart racing as he felt the soft sheets consume him. He lay on the heart-shaped bed and breathed deeply. Even with the enhanced stamina, Annabelle had given him, he still could have fallen asleep right there. He felt his body picked up and rolled around till his head laid down on the pillow. “That was… amazing,” he muttered, huffing between breaths as he looked over towards the goddess and she pulled a red blanket to cover them. “There’s more where that comes from, honey buns, though I hope you can keep up.” She moved in closer as the blanket settled atop them, her finger rubbing circles on his chest. “I think I can try, though, fuck, I never expected this to happen.” He found himself wrapping his arms around her as she snuggled closer. “No one ever does, though, hey, at least it’s fun. Mortals like you make a god’s life more interesting. Never know what might happen.” She giggled. Dan happened to notice, in his peripheral vision, a scythe leaning against the wall. He shuddered, imagining what could happen if he made her mad. Another thought seemed more important, though. “So, I have to ask…” “Always with the questions. I swear, you mortals always need to know something.” Annabelle giggled as she raised herself up on one arm, almost on top of him, passion still in her eyes. “Why were you there that night?” he asked. “In all the strip clubs in the land; in the world, why at the one where I happened to be?” Annabelle smiled, cupping his cheek. “I don’t know. I was really there to be worshipped As I said earlier, we gods need worshippers, and being lusted over can empower me. So I was there to gain energy. It just happened that you were there at the time. Maybe it was just fate.” Dan nodded, though he still wondered if there was more to it. He quickly felt himself distracted as Annabelle leaned in, giving him another kiss. Dan found himself kissing her back. She rolled on top of him, her body grinding against him. “I better get some sleep, work and all,” Dan said when the kiss finally ended. Annabelle rolled back off of him, and then she whispered one thing to him. “I love you.” Dan looked back at her for a second as his heart stopped. He wasn’t sure what to say, though he knew what he couldn’t say. He turned around and found a switch that turned off the lights in the room. He wrapped what he could of the blanket around him, and he soon fell asleep. Chapter 4 It had been over a week since Dan had met Annabelle the Goddess. Everything now seemed normal — as normal as it could be, being married to a goddess. It was the weekend, so he had time to enjoy himself, and sit back and relax. He was doing just that in the living room while Annabelle was doing something off in one of the many rooms he hadn’t even explored yet. That was when the phone rang. He answered it without looking at the number. “Hey, this is Dan.” “Hi, Dan, how’s everything going?” It was his mother. “Oh, everything is going well. Just working my butt off like normal.” He chuckled slightly while his fingers tapped on the side of the phone. “Oh, that’s good. I’m glad you’ve been busy, though I was wondering, would you like to come over for dinner tonight? We were thinking of making your favorite.” She spoke with a calming voice. Dan could picture her smiling as she wrapped her finger around the phone cord while waiting for his answer, “Sure, shouldn’t be a problem. I could stop by for a while,” he said while lying back on the couch, getting more comfortable. Suddenly Annabelle walked in. She was giving him the kind of smile that said she had something in mind. She snapped her fingers and his pants suddenly ripped off. Dan called out, “Annie, I’m on the phone!” He put a hand over his mouth, praying his mother hadn’t heard him. “Dan, who’s Annie?” his mom asked. Dan wasn’t sure what to say. He bit his lips as Annabelle mounted him, sitting on his lap. She started grinding her ass against him and winked teasingly. “Um, yeah, Annabelle, well, she’s my…” He tried finding the right word. He was sure if he said wife, his mother would have a cow. Him not inviting her and Dad to the wedding. would drive her nuts, He could barely think now that Annabelle was twisting his nipples, her fingers passing through his shirt fabric. “Is she a girl you’re dating?” Dan went with his mother’s suggestion, “Oh, yeah, I’m currently seeing her.” He had to fight off a moan as he felt Annabelle biting his neck. “That’s great. Bring her along. I’d love to meet her. Make sure you bring a healthy appetite, 'cause I know you’ll be wanting seconds.” His mother giggled before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. Dan sighed in relief before giving Annabelle a slightly dirty look. Annabelle The goddess chuckled and said, “Well, that could’ve gone better.” She licked Dan’s neck, but he pushed her away. “Fuck, what am I going to do?” he muttered. He looked back towards Annabelle, and she reached over, rubbing his shoulders. “Relax, darling. I’m sure she’ll understand. We can explain. Hell, I can reveal myself as a goddess” “Oh, no, no, no! We do not want to do that. Mom’s got a bit of a nutty side when it comes to religion, a bit of a ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment. She would have a shitfest if she found out I married a god, though she’ll be pissed just to find out I’m married at all.” He began running through the possibilities in his mind, getting up from the sofa and walking away from Annabelle. She sighed and snapped her fingers, causing the young man to stop in place. “Honey, you’ve got to relax. I promise it’ll be okay, and I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise.” Annabelle smiled as she walked over to him. Dan struggled for a moment, trying to gain control over his own body. Annabelle rubbed his arm. “How about we do something before we meet your parents? Is there anything you’ve fantasized about?” she asked, her fingers rubbing his side gently as she cupped his naked ass with her other hand. “What do you mean by that?” Dan asked, raising an eyebrow and feeling his fingers twitch on their own. “Well, I can make your wildest dreams come true. I could bring out more of what you might desire. In fact, I have an idea. Something you wanted to do in high school.” She winked, licking his cheek. Dan shuddered and closed his eyes as he felt a tingling run through him. Suddenly Dan heard the sound of a bell ringing. His eyes shot open. He realized he was sitting in a classroom, near the front. Looking at the classroom décor and then down at a slightly fat gut, he quickly figured out where he was. He was back in his senior year of high school, in his history class, to be exact. He gulped hard. High school was a pure nightmare. Fuck, fuck, this isn’t good. What is Annie planning? He listened to the other students chatting, trying to remember some of their names, and then the door slammed shut. He looked forward, and his mouth dropped. Annabelle was standing right in front of them with a stern smile, wearing a white button-up shirt and a long skirt that reached down to her knees. She looked relatively innocuous, even with her ruby red lipstick and black-rimmed glasses. “All right, class, I hope you guys studied, because today we’ll be having a pop quiz,” she said with a stern, confident voice as she brought out a stack of papers. The class groaned in annoyance, and Dan muttered, “Annabelle, what the—” Before he could finish his sentence, Annabelle pulled a wooden ruler out of nowhere, slamming it on his desk. “Mr. Fremont, please raise your hand if you want to speak, and you are to refer to me as Miss Roller.” She placed the quiz paper down on his desk. Dan nodded, though he looked down to get a peek at her cleavage. So this is her game, huh? Well, I can play it. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket and began looking over the quiz. Shocked, he realized that he didn’t know any of the answers. His mind was a blank, even on the first question. What major mistake did the Allies make when preparing for the Germans’ attack on France? “What the hell? I should know this, but I don’t,” he muttered.is desk was suddenly hit again with a loud smack! Startled, Dan looked up at Annabelle glaring over the top of her glasses, “Mr. Fremont, if I hear you again, I’ll see you after class!” He heard some of the other students giggling as he groaned silently. The goddess seemed to take pleasure from leaning against the front of her desk. Did her skirt look shorter? No, no, he decided it was all in his head. He watched her play with the ruler, rubbing it on the base as if she were gently stroking a cock. “Mr. Fremont, keep your eyes on your desk,” Annabelle growled. “Um, yes, Miss Roller.” He looked down at his paper and did his best to answer the questions Fuck, why was it an essay format and not multiple-choice? That way, he could have guessed at the answers. He’d always wished he paid better attention in class. It didn’t help that he graduated years ago. Eventually, Dan managed to finish with a few minutes left in class. He got up and handed the paper over. Miss Roller glanced at it briefly. “Thank you, Mr. Fremont. Now, please return to your seat.” Dan simply went back to his desk as Annabelle started grading papers. Then the school bell rang. Dan looked up at the classroom clock and realized it was three o'clock and the end of the day. He got up, ready to head out, when suddenly Annabelle; Miss Roller called out, “Mr. Fremont, I want to speak with you after class.” She looked at him with a sneer as he stayed put. The rest of the class walked by. One student patted his back and said, “Tough luck, man, good luck with the ice queen.” Dan wasn’t sure who it was. He barely remembered most of the other students. After everyone had left, Annabelle stood at the front of the room, leaning against the whiteboard, and said, “Lock the door, Mr. Fremont. I don’t want anyone interrupting our conversation.” Dan nodded and got up to do so, turning the lock on the classroom door and hearing it click. “Okay, Miss Roller, what did I do wrong?” he asked as he turned back to look at her. “Well, besides you interrupted the class multiple times, and refusing to listen to me, I’m concerned about how you did on my quiz. I’m worried that you might have to be held back a year.” She reached over to the desk and showed him his test. It had red ink all over it and a big X next to every question. “But; what? Annie.” “That’s Miss Roller to you, Fremont,” Annabelle said with that robust and stern voice. Dan groaned. “Now, I don’t want you to fail. You’re a good student, but you always seem distracted. How can I get you to pay attention to me while you’re in class?” She glared at him and let out a sour chuckle. Her glasses were sliding down her nose a bit. Dan started to say something, but found himself speaking as though his mouth no longer had a filter. “Maybe it’s because of how much you tease me!” He clapped a hand over his mouth. Miss Roller raised an eyebrow, “And how am I teasing you, Mr. Fremont?” she said, her fingers tapping the marker-holding tray at the bottom of the whiteboard. Something made Dan remove his hand from his mouth and blurt, “Well, how about with you exposing your cleavage to me with those large honking breasts?! They’re so distracting. Or how you’re always licking those lips. Fuck!” “Watch your mouth, young man, I don’t want to send you down to the principal’s office.” “I’m sorry, but dear God, you’re so damn hot. I spend half the class wishing I could bend you over the desk and pound that firm ass of yours, and the other half wishing I either had your lips or your tits around my cock.” “Mr. Fremont! That’s it! I need to punish you! Get over to my desk!” Dan felt an urge to do so as he walked forward. Miss.Roller Crossed her arms, then grabbed her ruler and pointed at him with a smirk. “Since you’ve been such a bad boy, I think you need a good punishment. But what kind? What could I do to a naughty boy with such naughty thoughts? Hmm, I know.” She hopped up and sat herself on top of her papers, pushing some items onto the floor. “Your punishment is to make me orgasm with that dirty tongue. If not, I’ll fail you.” She raised her eyebrow. Dan protested, “Wait, you can’t do that! You’ll ruin my future!” He stared at the face of s his teacher— no, this was his wife, his goddess wife, who was disguised as his teacher. Fuck, his head was spinning. Everything was getting more mixed up. “Well, then you better give me a big fat orgasm, Mr. Fremont.” She lifted her skirt that now definitely seemed much shorter, to the point that it barely even covered her panties. Dan could see that she was wearing a black thong, and she used her other hand to tease her pussy. He groaned and shook his head. Fuck it! I can’t let her win. If she wants an orgasm, I’m going to make sure she cums hard, then I’ll fuck her stupid! Dan got in front of her, and saw a confident smirk appear on the face of d the teacher— no, goddess He reached over and yanked her shirt open. A couple of the buttons flew off. “Hmm, Mr. Fremont, for that, I think I’ll be seeing you after class next week, too. You’ve got to be more gentle.” She reached down and undid the rest of her buttons, revealing the black bra she was wearing, barely containing her massive jugs. The way they bounced and flourished when released from their bindings seemed almost hypnotic. Dan shook his head. He began by kissing her right breast, one hand massaging it as he nibbled and sucked on it. Annabelle moaned lightly as she rubbed the back of his head. “Hmm, interesting technique, Mr. Fremont.” She ran her fingers through his hair as she leaned forward. Dan sucked harder and then her nipple between his teeth. Annabelle winced and moaned again. Dan reached down, his free hand sneaking in to start fingering Annie’s pussy. His finger pushed deep in her tight hot slit, then the rest of his fingers curled as he began working back and forth while Annabelle winked. “Hmm, yes, just keep that up. You’ll get close in no time. But don’t forget I want you to use that naughty mouth of yours.” Dan grunted as he pulled his finger out “Fine, Miss Roller.” He began moving his head down, kissing her body while she moaned louder. Dan sank to his knees, his face right between her legs, looking straight at her pussy. It was puffy and pink. He leaned forward and started by giving her clit a light lick. Then he started moving his tongue around, flicking it against the clit, Hearing the teacher’s moans intensify, her legs wrapped around the back of his head, pushing him down into her slit. He moved even closer, his mouth opening as he pushed his tongue to lap her juices up, then lick across her folds. “Humm, come on, I know you can do better than that!” Miss Roller teased. “What are you, a dog who’s got some peanut butter?”. Dan growled, grabbed her hips, and pushed his tongue deep within her slit, twisting and turning his tongue in circles. Annabelle’s eyes widened, and she threw back her head as she moaned hard. “Fuck yes! You’re on the road to being such a good boy!” Her moans got louder as her legs tightened around Dan’s torso, keeping him in place. He groaned out of the side of his mouth as he continued to eat her out. His tongue rolled furiously in hungry circles. Annabelle bucked her hips against him. Her hands grabbed the edge of the desk. She moaned even louder, bucking against his face, breathing heavily. Dan grunted as he moved in, back to fingering her while his tongue turned counterclockwise, pushing deeper. He groaned as he wrapped around, now grabbing and slapping her ass. “Oh, fuck, you’re trying to earn that A, aren’t you?” A smirk crossed her face briefly. She grabbed his hair, pulling on it as she was getting closer. Suddenly Dan stopped, catching Annabelle off guard as she looked down, feeling him push apart her legs. He stood up, a menacing look on his younger face, and he pushed her down. His weight pressed down on her as he kissed her neck. “Yeah, I’ll get that A,” He whispered in her ear as he pushed his cock against her pussy. “Wait, Dan!” Ignoring her, Dan thrust in with a loud grunt. Her pussy was hot and wet.“ Why, Miss Roller, what happened to Mr. Fremont?” he teased her as he began thrusting his hips back and forth, furiously enough that the desk moved back and forth under the two of them. Annabelle moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Please keep going! This feeling, It’s; it’s something I need! I want more!” Dan thrust harder, lowering his head, kissing her breasts, sucking one nipple in between light bites. The passion intensified between the two as he rammed into her, feeling himself pushing deeper into her with a harsh groan. Her breasts bounced back and forth as she moaned louder. “Fuck, fuck! Your cock, so thick, so divine! Fuck!” Annabelle screamed as she pushed back her hips, grinding against him. Dan’ kept his body moving as the desk scraped against the floor. His cock throbbed hard, and his balls ached, wanting to release his load. Biting his lips, Annabelle wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him. She exclaimed, “Keep going! Don’t stop! Your cock; it feels so divine!” Her hips bucked against him as she began running her fingernails down his back. leaving marks. She moaned again, her toes curling as she arched her head back. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna,” Dan muttered as he changed the tempo of his thrusts. Suddenly, he let loose with one mighty thrust, resulting in the desk scooting toward the wall, crashing against it, the whiteboard losing its grip and falling to the floor with a noisy thud. “Fuck!” Dan screamed. Annabelle was still where the desk used to be, now floating in the air. She pushed herself back and forth, her fingers clawing at him. He groaned as she screamed in sensual pleasure. “I’m cumming! Cumming!” She moaned, tightening around him. That was when Dan shuddered and unleashed his load all over her inside as she panted. Dan fell over on top of her, and while they both took long, deep breaths as they gently lowered to the classroom floor. “Hmm, now, wasn’t that fun, Mr. Fremont?” asked Annabelle. Dan was still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah; I think we should, Do that again sometime, Maybe warn me next time.” He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself back in his apartment, sitting on the living room couch, his clothes back on. He felt better than he had before, a smile spreading across his face as he sunk into the plush cushions. “So, have fun with your fucking, boy?” Bast’s voice came from the fluffy tabby that he saw sitting on one arm of the couch. She was giving herself a tongue bath while eyeing him. “Oh, piss off, pussycat.” “Just asking a question, boy toy, I guess mortals like you aren’t used to getting so much ass from a goddess.” Bast sat with her tail swishing. “Don’t you have a scratching post to go after, or a mouse?” “Ninkilim’s off on vacation right now, and Ra told me I wasn’t supposed to play with him for a while. Says it hurts his confidence, blah, blah, blah.” Bast hissed as she clawed the couch. “Well, I got some tuna in the kitchen,” said Dan. “I’m a little worn out.” “I’ll probably steal some later. I’m here to check on Annabelle.” She kneaded her claws into the upholstery. “You’re gonna need to have hands to work the can opener,” Dan joked, then realized it was getting late. “Where’s Annabelle? We’re supposed to have dinner with my parents.” “She’s getting ready, though she had a few more deaths come up that she had to take care of. Told me to keep an eye on you.” Bast rolled her eyes. “I don’t need to be watched. I’m not a child,” Dan responded with a huff. “Boy toy, I’m over ten thousand years old. You’re a child to me. Annabelle’s even older. I swear if I weren’t the cat goddess, she’d be the cougar goddess,” Bast said with a snicker. “Yeah, pussycat, more like you’re the goddess of annoying me.” Dan raised his middle finger toward the cat goddess. Bast returned the gesture as best she could with a paw. “You know I could destroy you without a problem, mortal. I may not be as strong as I once was, but I could still wipe the floor with your sorry ass.” “Oh, I’m so scared. What are you going to do, throw kitty litter at me? Hock up a hairball?” Dan laughed. A throaty growl came from Bast’s throat, her eyes glowing bright amber. “You two better not be fighting.” Dan quickly turned and saw Annabelle coming from the bedroom. She was wearing a button-up T-shirt that became less form-fitting as she shrunk her breasts down to a size closer to the human average, smaller than what she’d had since Dan first met her. With black jeans and low-heeled shoes, it was a cute, casual outfit. “Don’t worry, Annabelle, I know I’m not,” Bast said. She jumped off the couch, and by the time she reached the floor, she’d grown and morphed into a humanoid form. Her head was that of a lioness, with the addition of a mane of hair flowing down her chest to cover her naked breasts. “Good, 'cause I wouldn’t want you two doing anything terrible. Come on, Dan, we don’t want to be late to meet your parents.” Annabelle smiled and radiated beauty. Dan nodded. He didn’t want to get into an argument involving his goddess wife. He even imagined how she might use the scythe in their bedroom to scare the hell out of them. They walked out the door, leaving Bast to go to the kitchen to look for the tuna. To be continued. By DustinMidnight for Literotica.