Vol.4 Ch.37 – War Council In A Dark Alley

Chapter 37: War Council In A Dark Alley

I was quite glad we were in Elysium and that I knew and... trusted I guess... Athena because otherwise 'pretty woman beckoning me into a dark alley' would have simply made me run in the opposite direction. But we were in Elysium and so I knew there wouldn't be any Angler Kings lurking in the alleyways. And of course I also knew Athena. I knew who she was, what kind of person she was and what kind of history she had, possibly better than any other person, mortal or not. And so I knew that she probably didn't even know how creepy her beckoning might have appeared to an outside observer.

I excused myself and, instead of making a beeline for Athena, I went to check on Alisha and Selene first before going to see what the goddess wanted with me. After all, Athena didn't want people to know what exactly was going on between the two of us but if I ran to meet her in a dark alley someone as smart as Odysseus would surely put the pieces together.

When I was sure I wasn't being watched or followed I sneaked into the alley to meet Athena.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“Considering you called me into a back alley I assumed you wanted to talk in private,” I said. “So I thought it would be best to make sure nobody would notice me coming to meet you.”

It was a good thing the alley was so dark. It let me pretend that I couldn't see her blush.

“O-oh,” she said, her bravado gone. “Yes, that was probably wise.”

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

“I... wanted to congratulate you on your victory,” she said, somewhat haltingly. “When Albrecht challenged you to a duel I was already seeing my plan crumbling apart. Instead you've earned not just his respect but that of every Hero on the Elysian Fields. It was a better outcome than I could have predicted.”

“One of these days you're going to have to tell me how that prediction ability of yours works,” I said. “You say you can't foresee things like that but at the same time you can give me cryptic warnings for events months in the future.”

“That explanation would be too complicated for you to comprehend,” she said.

I glared at her.

“It isn't a slight against you,” she hurried to add. “I'm the one using this ability and I don't think I can break it down far enough to explain it. In short, I don't see the future. I predict the future based on preexisting information. But it isn't only my knowledge this ability draws on. It's the knowledge of all my worshipers, the knowledge of anyone who serves me and something else, something I don't really have words to explain. The gestalt consciousness of the cosmos, I suppose.”

“What does that even mean?” I asked.

“The world has a... kind of blueprint. Everything that was, everything that is, everything that could have been and everything that might be, all neatly curated.”

“And you can see that?” I asked. If that was even somewhat true then this being before me would be omniscient.

She chuckled. “Would that I could. No, I do not have access to this knowledge. Not even the Fates have access to this knowledge. But I know it exists because whenever I try to predict the future around variables I don't know, I can feel my power drawing on it, on something vast and perfect, something I can only catch glimpses of.”

“Even so,” I said, “this sounds incredibly powerful.”

“It is,” she said, “in theory. There are two variables that mess up my predictions. The first is free will. Mortals can make the wildest, most irrational decisions. The other, unfortunately, is Outsider activity. People influenced by Outsiders are hard enough to predict but the minds of true Outsiders are unfathomable, even for me.”

I pressed on, ignoring the fact that this might very well have been the most concerning thing I'd ever heard. “So, what you're saying is that this ability is extremely useful except when it isn't.”

She glared at me, then started tittering. Gods above, was this really the same goddess I met ten years ago?

“Now, be honest, why did you really call me over here?”

That shut her up.

I continued: “You didn't call me here to talk to me about your abilities.”

She swallowed. She tried to hide it but she'd spent too little time actually interacting with people and so her reactions were easier to read than an open book. “As I said, I wanted to congratulate you on your victory.”

I raised an eyebrow. “There was no need to call me into an alley to do that.”

She went very still.

“You weren't just going to congratulate me,” I said. “You wanted to reward me.”

Her breathing grew a little quicker.

“Except you're not bold enough to do that so you were hoping I would just take what I wanted from you.”

An indignant look crept onto her face but it didn't diminish her obvious excitement in the slightest. Her breathing was growing more and more rapid and her cheeks grew redder and redder.

“Am I wrong?” I asked.

She swallowed, glaring at me but not contradicting me.

“If you're not honest I'll go back to the celebration and you can frig yourself as you listen to me turning Alisha inside-out later.”

She glared at me, still not saying anything.

I shrugged and turned on my heel, fully intending to walk away. I was certain she would have seen through it if I'd merely pretended. And so I wasn't pretending. I had enjoyed my time with Athena but I wouldn't put up with this bullshit from anyone, least of all her.

“Hold on,” she called out, her voice a desperate squeak.

I paused but didn't turn around.

“I... I may have toyed with the idea of rewarding you... in a... more tangible way,” she admitted.

I turned around and was gratified to see her breathing already quickening again. I walked towards her, getting up into her personal space. “So you were already busy crafting a thousand scenarios about how I would fuck you in this alley?”

“M-maybe not a thousand...” she whimpered. The juxtaposition was just too much. Here was a goddess I'd known as aloof and arrogant but who came undone entirely the moment I came onto her even a bit strongly.

“Then I suppose we'll have to see if I can't give you something you weren't expecting,” I said, gently wrapping my hand around her throat but not yet squeezing down. “Much more fun than giving you something that already happened in your head, wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I suppose,” she whimpered and I responded by squeezing down on her throat and shoving her backwards against the alley wall.

I pushed my knee into her crotch, forcing her thighs apart. Between the sudden stimulation and the hand around her throat it took her breath away and I gave her only a moment to suck in some fresh air before I kissed her hard, crushing our lips together.

She moaned and whimpered into the kiss and wrapped her legs around me, spreading her thighs even wider for me as she rolled her hips against my knee. The warm wetness seeping into my pant leg showed how badly she wanted me. Well, if she was this needy...

I smirked into our kiss as as idea came to me on what to do with her. I wasn't done messing with the bitch goddess who had spurned me yet, after all.

And so I deepened the kiss, invading her mouth with my tongue before sucking on hers, pulling it into my mouth. As I did I sneaked my free hand into her toga to grab a handful of her surprisingly supple tits.

I was rough with her, rougher than with any woman except Alisha, and the increasing heat I could feel against my knee was proof that she absolutely loved the treatment. When I had her all good and ready, when she was all but humping my leg and panting into our kiss, her nipples and clit as hard as pebbles, I pulled away from her, leaving her gasping for air with nothing but the alley wall to keep her upright.

Her knees were wobbly and her breath shaky. She stared at me with an expression of desperate lust and it became more needy still when she saw how hard I was for her. Utterly without shame she hiked up her toga and started rubbing herself over undergarments so soaked they were see-through. The pervert goddess desperately needed some cock, apparently.

I gave her a wolfish smile and opened my fly, pulling out my cock. “You want this, don't you?”

She nodded eagerly, unable to speak and lost in a haze of lust.

“Push the undergarments down and turn around,” I said. “That's it, hands against the wall. Don't you dare touch yourself.”

She hurried to obey my commands, heedless of the fact that she was the goddess and I a mere mortal, dropping her undergarments down between her ankles and placing her palms flat against the alley wall. Apparently Athena was a more obedient slut than even Alisha when she was good and horny.

I stepped in close and let my hands roam over her body, something I had regrettably neglected our first night together. For a being who didn't care about her own body she certainly had a fine one, with generous proportions and supple flesh. I squeezed those tits I'd slapped raw a few nights ago and kneaded that ass that was just begging for a spanking or twenty and finally I pulled her toga up so I could get at her bare skin. She was supernaturally smooth, her skin soft and flawless and unlike most of the Olympians, who prized a sun-kissed bronzed look, the bookworm goddess was pale, which made the blush all over her face and neck stand out that much more.

Athena writhed under my touch, trying to thrust her butt at me as much as she could without taking her hands away from the wall. The way the bitch goddess obeyed my commands just for some cock did something to me, making me feel twelve feet tall and like I was on top of the world. It didn't make me want to mess with her any less, though.

“Now then,” I said, stepping in close and pressing into her firm ass. “Shall I take my reward from you, oh goddess of wisdom?”

“Go ahead,” she moaned, rubbing her ass against my cock.

“Your wish is my command, oh goddess of wisdom,” I said, rubbing myself between her cheeks.

She moaned deep and low, full of desire. “Hurry up and fuck me, Tailor,” she whined.

“Patience, patience,” I teased, spitting down between her cheeks, getting everything slick and wet and ready. I wasn't going to give this slut goddess what she wanted. I was going to give her exactly what I wanted, and she would just have to deal with that. And so I began rubbing myself between her ass cheeks. That luscious ass I'd been wanting to spank for a decade if I was honest. Speaking of, I gave it a slap.

“Bastard,” she whined but despite her protests she was grinding her amazing ass against me, desperate to feel more of this, whatever 'this' was going to be.

And so I gave her more and pushed between her cheeks harder. feeling the flesh of her ass sliding up and down my cock, slowly getting into the groove of things. I had never done anything like this with any of my other lovers. Too eager was I to please them, to make them enjoy it as much as I did. But Athena was different. I wanted to torment her, even more so than my little elf. And so I kept taking from her what I wanted, sliding myself up and down, up and down, those cheeks, scraping against her puckered asshole on every pass.

“Squeeze those cheeks together,” I growled, reaching into my bag of holding and pulling out a little bottle of slime essence. “And don't you fucking dare touch your pussy.”

“You're such a bastard,” she whined, but followed my command anyway, reaching back to squeeze her ass cheeks together as I let the slime essence trickle down between them.

A far better lubricant than mere saliva, the slime essence made things slicker and wetter, so much easier to violate the little goddess as much as I wanted. It did not just feel amazing, but the knowledge that I was getting off, satisfying my own desires and giving her nothing in return, was driving me crazy. She seemed to realize it as well, that I wasn't going to give her anything. And I saw one of her hands slide between her legs.

I slapped it away, heedless of how loud the slap was, of how many people might see me railing the goddess from behind. I said, I growled. “Don't you fucking dare touch yourself. That's for me and me alone.”

At this point I didn't give a damn anymore. If some of these heroes were going to see me fucking Athena, so be it. They would probably see it as a mark of honor. God's above, at least half of them had probably had their own dalliances with gods or goddesses before. Of course, the fact remained that Athena had been a virgin until a few days ago, aloof and indifferent about all the desires of the flesh. That was different. Athena had never done this with any mortal but me. That made the fact that I was teasing her without giving her any prospect of release even better.

“Hurry up and fuck me already Tailor,” she growled, getting agitated now. She could feel my climax approaching, I was sure. And so she was also well aware of the fact that she was still barely feeling anything. “Stop teasing me and put it in,” she whined.

But I ignored her pleas. For that's what they were. She didn't command me. She knew she couldn't command me. She'd tried it for a decade and failed. All she could do was beg. Anything she got from me was what I decided to give her. And she knew it, knew it and hated it as much as she loved it. Because even though she wasn't getting any stimulation from this I could feel a steady drip between her legs onto the cobblestones. Right now, I could slide it inside her with absolutely no resistance, making her howl and plead to give it to her harder. But I wasn't going to do that. She'd fucked with me for over a decade. The least she could expect was some payback.

Of course I wasn't going to deny myself that pussy forever. Fucking Athena had lit a spark inside me, the same as it had her. But I knew, thanks to my little elf, that a bit of desperation made the eventual release all the sweeter. And so I kept fucking myself between Athena's cheeks, using this goddess to get myself off.

I could feel my climax approaching. There was no stopping now. The physical simulation combined with the knowledge of what I was doing to her, how desperate I was making her, was going to make me cum.

“If you don't want me to soil your tunic,” I growled, “then get on your knees and open your mouth.”

She let out a strange sound then, half whine and half growl. But she complied nevertheless, dropping to her knees so hard she bruised her knees. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes and awaited the treat.

And so I took my cock in my hand, jerking myself off. I had spent a decade hating this goddess, this woman, and now she was on her knees, begging for my cum all over her face. It was too much to bear. I couldn't hold back a moment longer. Just three short pumps, that's all it took.

Sticky white seed erupted from my cock, coating her face, spurt after spurt. Some of it landed in her mouth and she gulped it down eagerly, licking her lips as if it had was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. The sight of this goddess in front of me soiling herself with my seed while getting nothing in return was one of the most intoxicating things I'd ever seen.

I knelt down in front of Athena, cupping a cheek in one hand. and using my thumb to scoop the cum all over her face into her mouth. She drank it down without hesitation, kissing and licking my finger after every drop. And when her face was no longer glazed with my seed I kissed her. I had tasted myself on the lips of my lovers quite a few times. I was familiar with the flavor. I knew a lot of men refused to do so, but I didn't much care. I expected them to swallow it. How could I expect that of them if I was grossed out by it?

But on Athena's lips I didn't taste myself. I tasted only the fresh, fruity flavor of ambrosia. Her kiss was desperate and needy, just the way I had expected it to be. I could hear her shifting, rubbing her thighs together. I gave one of them a sharp smack to make her stop.

When we broke the kiss she whined: “Will you please hurry up and fuck me already? I've waited long enough!”

I laughed at her. “What do you mean?” I asked. “You said you would reward me for my performance, didn't you?”

She spluttered. “Fuck you Taylor,” she hissed. “I humiliate myself for your amusement, and you're not even going to give it to me?”

I chuckled. “Oh, I'll give it to you. But not tonight. After we finish our business down here we'll go back to our villa and then I'll give you exactly what you want. If you recall, Alisha invited you to a threesome, and you accepted it. I'll know if you're less desperate then than you are right now, so don't you dare touch yourself until tomorrow.”

“Fuck you, Tailor,” she repeated, this time with emphasis.

“Patience,” I teased. “Tomorrow, you'll get fucked. Tonight you're going to sit in your room alone. You're going to sit there with your undergarments soaked. You'll listen to me railing my lovers. And you aren't going to touch yourself.”

“And why would I do that?” she hissed.

“You're going to do it because you're a needy little slut goddess and that's what needy little slut goddesses get,” I said. “You said yourself that it takes a certain frustration for you to come hard enough to drown out your thoughts. So go to your room and prime that frustration for me. And in return I'll give you exactly the kind of release you want tomorrow.”

And before she could say anything else I gave her one last kiss, got up and left the alley.

Thanks to my now superhuman hearing I could hear her ragged breathing and the little desperate whimpers she made all the way back to the festivities.

It only occurred to me then that I was treating Athena the same way I was treating my lovers. I was giving her exactly what she wanted, treating her exactly the way she wanted to be treated. The only meaningful difference was that Athena wanted to be treated even more cruelly than Alisha. And that was fine by me.