In this world Marc Spector was no more. He died in a battle a few weeks ago which felt like eternity for his dear Marlene. Khonshu didn't save him because that was the deal between Moon God and Seth whose minions Marc was fighting against.
But Khonshu couldn't stay without his avatar for long. He was so used to having his fellow human in the streets of New York, protecting night travellers and spilling blood of those who dare to disturb their safety. No one could comprehend the secrets within the mind of this god, but he certainly missed Marc. He missed watching over him, he missed moments they shared together, this all might secretly feel like losing a friend, a child or a lover. He knew that later, when the issues between him and Seth cool down, he might resurrect his dear Marc, but now it's not the time.
Instead, he turned his attention to Marlene.
This young woman had gotten so used to the weird shit going on around her that it stopped affecting her a long time ago. She loved Marc in his costume whether it was blinding silver-white or completely wet with the dark blood of his enemies. She was thankful to his god for every evening he let them enjoy together and for every night his man came home in one piece. She was so used to the name of his god! Khonshu. Marc used it as a curse, a begging and everything in between. It sounded so weird, so distant but so magical. Although to her, it still remained a mystery what this deity is all about.
She knew Khonshu from what Marc told her about him, but she knew there were still so many secrets between Marc and his god that he didn't want to share and even more secrets that Khonshu kept even from Marc himself. She knew that this deity could uproot Marc's life at his whim and take anything he didn't approve of. Therefore, she was pleased that Khonshu tolerated her as his avatar's wife and she felt he even liked her.
And he did. He saw her as an inevitable part of Marc's life and he already had a plan in case Marc would die in that war of gods. He saw Marlene as a fit avatar longer before, but only now the right time has come.
Mourning girl didn't think much about what she was doing and honestly, she didn't care much either. She just wanted the presence of her dear Marc, she wanted to see and feel him around so she didn't much hesitate when she heard a whisper in her head telling her to don a white costume with a crescent moon and put on a mask, a hood and a cape. She wiped her tears off and gladly put on a suit that made her feel so close to her man that she almost became him. She felt much stronger, vigilant and she wanted to punch somebody in the face and other body parts. Lonely nights in an empty bed would be impossible to live through and fighting villains in New York streets was a much more suitable outlet for her anger, frustration and sadness.
Soon she learned that serving an ancient deity isn't just fun and games. It's constant pain, it's a sickening feeling inside you, it's blind loyalty and forced obedience. It was constant back and forth from childish bickering to serious threats. She got used to that too and there was no going back at this point because she was already hooked on the feeling. Because at that time she had already become sick and depraved as her man before her back in the days. The only one who was always there by her side was her deity whose name she pronounced with genuine respect and piety.
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Marlene was staring out of her window at the dark sky with twinkling stars and a cold full moon. She had her costume on, but she didn't want to go out in the streets, her bruises and cuts haven't healed yet and she felt sick of the amount of blood she had spilled during the last few weeks.
She closed her eyes for a second to decide what to do next. Suddenly she felt hands around her waist hugging her from behind. She opened her eyes to see all familiar white gloves and a long beak resting on her shoulders.
"What's bothering my beautiful avatar?" It wasn't new for her to be close to her god, he often caressed her face and hugged her as his beloved daughter. Even if he did something unexpected it would be hard to surprise her, because living as a weapon of an ancient deity you'll get used to things that may have surprised you before.
"I…I was just enjoying the view."
"It's wonderful out there, isn't it? Do you see my full moon basking in the golden light?"
"Magical as always, my lord."
And she meant it. The night atmosphere always filled her with peace and having her lord in her room made this moment sacred and divine.
"Are you going out there tonight?"
"Lord, if you need me…"
"You can rest tonight if you want. Sometimes it's better to stay inside enjoying the view and filling up with energy."
"That's true."
"Did you think I was gonna force you?"
"I didn't think anything."
He lifted his bird skull, she turned his body around and found herself face to face with her deity staring into his empty eye sockets.
His hands still resting around her waist started to move and gently caress her. She didn't know what to think, but somehow it didn't leave her unaffected. His white gloved hands exploring her white costume felt like something natural and inevitable. The more he caressed her, the more personal, good and right it felt.
"Have I told you how remarkable you are? Such a fit avatar. My perfect knight."
His gloved fingers slipped under her costume and suddenly she felt his fingers on her bare skin. Her eyes widened and she seemingly stopped breathing for a few seconds.
"Khonshu, what are you doing?"
She didn't remember him touching her naked skin before, but it didn't feel like something inappropriate either.
"Nothing you don't like, apparently," said her god who had noticed her pleased reactions.
He continued exploring her waist, belly and ribs. He gently took off her cape and simply let it fall on the floor while observing her with his empty eyes. She just stared at him unable to speak. She didn't know what to say or what to think. Then he commanded:
"Take off your robe. I want to look at you, my daughter."
She stared at him completely thrilled.
"Didn't you hear my command?" moon god insisted.
Slowly she freed herself of a leather top and trousers exposing her pale skin covered only by her white lingerie.
He was walking around her for a while, then approached her so closely she could almost feel his white suit on her skin and he asked:
"Do you miss Marc?"
"Of course I do miss him. I loved him. I still do."
"You are a lonely woman."
He touched her face with his gloved hand and traced it down her body while other hand found a way to her breast and squeezed it.
"When was the last time anybody touched you like this?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"You forgot? I know everything about you. I know exactly what you want."
"I still don't get where this is going. And whatever it's supposed to mean, I don't think it's the right thing."
"Do you doubt the rightness of your god?"
"I.. I don't…"
He took her closer to the window bay where he lifted her leg and instinctively directed it to lie on his hips.
"If I see it as a right thing, then it is a right thing, innit?"
"I didn't mean to doubt you."
She may have sounded like a loyal pet, but actually, if she felt uncomfortable, she would just slip through his fingers and shout at him as much as she could. She showed him from the start how disobedient she can be. Just like Marc.
"And I don't think feeling ashamed is the right thing."
She stared at him with a mouth half opened already feeling things inappropriate to feel towards any mortal's deity.
"Lay your hand on me if you like it," said the god.
Shyly but with sparkling excitement in her eyes she laid her hand on his bony head and caressed a place she thought might be a cheek. She traced her fingers through every bone on his head and in the end she caressed his long beak.
"I like you feel this way towards me," he said.
She didn't realize it, but her panties became wetter than appropriate when praising your god. Instinctively, she stroked his beak for a while, then put her hands off a little bit ashamed.
"What have I told you about shame tonight?"
She noticed that her fingers were sprinkled with bone dust after touching his face. Forgetting about shame she put those fingers closer to her mouth and licked them tasting the bone dust. It was completely tasteless, but it somehow filled her with more want towards her god.
"That's how I like you. Taking all your god gives you."
She didn't see when he took off his gloves, but now she could see his bare hands and fingers which were pale, almost white, and covered in bone dust even though they were not bones but actual hands made of flesh or whatever gods are made of. He caressed her face again, her cheeks, chin and half-opened lips and she closed her eyes to savour the moment. He slowly traced her fingers around her lips and pressed two of them until she let them in. With her eyes still closed she started to suck them. He started to move fingers in and out and she still sucked them with tamed passion. The other hand traced the way into her panties to find her womanhood. When he touched her wet pussy they both groaned.
"Don't you think there's a better place I can stick my fingers into?"
"Oh god… " she moaned quietly.
"Yes, I am."
He slipped his two fingers into her pussy and she whined. He started to move back and forth and she felt bliss. She adjusted to the rhythm and moved along on instinct. Her panties became redundant and he quickly freed her from them. He freed her from her bra too and now she was facing him completely naked. He squeezed her breast hard enough to cause a wave of pleasure to travel through her body and moved his fingers in and out in an increasing speed. And then he stopped.
"You really think I'll let you come that easy?"
"Oh, Khonshu, please, what do you want from me?" she asked still breathing heavily.
"I want you to worship me."
"I am worshiping you. Every day and night I'm thankful for you. I pray to you, you know it. You know how much I praise you."
"You think you worshiped me properly? You didn't. You are as ungrateful and disobedient as your husband was. But it doesn't mean I don't like you. I love you, my daughter, and I need you. The question is, are you willing to show me how much you love me?"
He was standing before her with his pants now somewhere else uncovering his pale hard member. He didn't take off the rest of his clothes and the view of her bird-skull god in a white suit without pants filled Marlene with want and shame.
"We already know you would be willing to do it even if I didn't ask you, right?" He put his fingers into her hair caressing her with love and slowly forced her down to the floor on her knees. It was hard to imagine what he would taste like, but to be honest, she was curious.
His dick was huge and rock hard, she caressed it from base to tip as if it was a magic object and then she kissed it with love as if she was starting a sacred rite. Her god moaned in agreement and he was genuinely pleased that she sees him this way. Then she opened her mouth and took him in. He tasted like nothing yet it tasted so good. It took her brain a while to describe it but she would say it tasted like whiteness and sanctity. The god was excited feeling her wet, hot and lustful mouth sucking his cock he made only for her. Khonshu had no shape, he was just an idea, but he could take any shape. She sucked him at a delightful, praiseful pace and he bucked his hips towards her so she had no other option but to take him as deep as he wished. She had him down her throat and tears started dropping from her eyes.
"What's up, pet? You don't like it?" He asked in a concerned voice.
"It's just emotions. I cry, because humans don't taste their gods' flesh on a daily basis and I'm just overwhelmed. I'm thankful for having you in my life and I'm delighted that you want me in an intimate way and… and…" She was gasping trying to find the right words.
"Dear, there are no right words for such situations. You've been given a great gift serving me. You've become special. But you shouldn't be so sentimental about it. Now continue."
She rubbed the tears off of her eyes and went on doing her job. She kept sucking his pale dick which felt huge bulging in her mouth. Khonshu peacefully stared out of her window looking at the moon. Then he turned his bird skull to the girl, put fingers into her hair, forced his dick deep down her throat and made her suck in a fast rhythm. She gagged and excess saliva kept dripping down her mouth. He kept pushing leaving her no option but to adjust quickly. He bucked his hips against her viciously and she could feel how needy he became and how determined he was to complete this sacred rite of worship. Without giving out a single sound he discharged all his liquid down her throat and she didn't have another option but to swallow it all. In the corner of her mind she could hear a dull groan as they were mentally linked for the whole time. He stroked her face contendently and even though she couldn't see it, she believed that he was smiling.
"You are my best daughter, Marlene."
She almost turned pale realizing that he just called her daughter while her mouth was still dripping with saliva and sore from working on his cock. This god figure was strange, undoubtedly, but subconsciously she believed in everything he did and she might have even liked it.
"You've been so loyal, my daughter. I shall reward you. Lay down."
She obeyed and approached the bed. Khonshu crawled upon her forcing her to lay down under him. Only then she realized she was now facing his naked body leaning towards her. He looked so pale, almost white, but it didn't look weird. It looked natural and pure. He was thin but not made of bare bones as some might think. He was made of smooth pale flesh laced with thin but visible muscles. A wave of awe and want rushed through her body upon this sight. She realized how wrong it was, how sick and twisted. But now there was no other way. It felt like the most natural, inescapable process.
Khonshu brushed her lips with his thumb and shoved it in her mouth, letting her taste the bond dust once again.
“Well suited for worship, that mouth of yours,” he noted and mildly slapped her cheek.
She stared at him lovingly but only empty sockets with the lack of eyes were facing her. Yet his slightly tilted head and long beak felt like a sight of dominance and curiosity. His hands started moving down her neck and lower, finding her breasts, squeezing them both thoroughly and then going lower, leaving an electric trace of touch down her ribs, stomach and belly.
“Such a good vessel. Strong, yet delicate,” he whispered.
He kept going until he reached her womanhood. She was so wet. He brushed his fingers against her and rubbed his hard member with her sticky discharge preparing for the sacred ritual. He spread her legs fully open and traced her inner thighs with his bony fingers. The god sat on her and directed her legs onto his shoulders. Suddenly she felt it for the first time, the overwhelming feeling of her god entering her body. With a first thrust inside her she nearly screamed with excitement. Within seconds she started moaning so sweetly, honestly and intensely as her mind was carried away into bliss and disbelief while he was performing his sacred rite. An ancient deity was touching her everywhere, filling her with lust, slamming himself deep into her wet pussy. The feeling was driving her crazy closer to the edge of ecstasy. She knew that her god was giving her this pleasure even though he didn't have to. She felt special. Her body was filled with an ecstatic feeling and she knew it was a ritual of worshipping. Of approval.
He caressed her thighs and thrust his pale dick into her harder, faster and balls deep.
"Oh… Khonshu…" she moaned again and again.
"My daughter. My perfect avatar. You deserved it."
"Is it… is it even real?" she doubted.
"Anything I wish can be real." He caressed her face gently.
"Oh god…"
"Yes, I am your god. And you are my dearest pet."
"Anything my god. I'll be anything you need."
"Good."
Suddenly he stopped and forcefully turned her around. He put her hands on the bed frame facing the wall and knocked her down on her knees.
“Now you'll take me as a good pet you are.”
God grabbed her by her hair and pulled it forcing her back to arch and shoved himself balls deep into her. He fucked her hard and rough and she indeed felt like a subject being fucked into submission. She could've never imagined that she would enjoy it so much. She felt like nothing, like a bug or rather a speck of dust under the might and power of her god. She fucked her out of her wits and flipped her on her back again letting her catch a breath.
“You take me so surprisingly well. You were built for this, Marlene,” he said as he cupped her cheeks and caressed her face with his thumbs. She stared at him lovingly and was almost sure he felt the same in this moment. She touched his face with admiration, traced a trail down his face and when he groaned, she continued exploring his pale arms and chest and they both were moaning with pleasure.
He thrust into her once again whispering: "I'll take you to the heaven, Marlene. I'll grant you the greatest pleasure you couldn't even imagine. I'll make you completely dependent on me. Because no one can give you THIS."
With the last word he thrust to her the hardest hitting the most sweetest spot of hers that she didn't even know she had before. The dark room was suddenly filled with moonlight and countless little sparkles were floating in the air reflecting all colors. Milky mists appeared all around swirling in a delicate dance.
"What's this?" asked Marlene.
"This is a sacred ritual. Let's do it with grace and glory."
The god figure laid down his body onto hers grabbing her fast and tight. As they pressed against each other as tight as possible he started thrusting into her with utmost passion hitting her sweetest spots. This closeness to her god's flesh made her mind go crazy, she felt like they were almost one. He shared way too much with her in this moment and then he went even further. Suddenly she could feel him sharing part of his world with her, he brought his realm down to this room now, she could feel she's both here on Earth and in his majestic Othervoid. Her mind and senses were carried somewhere else with unspeakable pleasure and ecstasy. He floated with her in this ecstatic realm for minutes caressing her hair sticky from sweat whispering into her ear:
"Sweet Marlene, you can take a little bit more. You were born for this. Breathe, my child. You are close."
She was unable to speak. She was only moaning, groaning, whining and her god groaned with her. After minutes of ecstatic torture she just screamed his name repeatedly prepared to crumble completely.
"Khonshu.. Khonshu.. Oh.. Khonshu!” as though trying to convince herself that it's really happening. “Khonshu.. I'm yours. I'm your property, your daughter, your wife, your soldier, your everything. And I'm coming for you and no one else."
Her mind exploded and shattered into a million pieces. She was actually orgasming for minutes but now she just crumbled under the weight of her ecstasy. She was sticky and sweaty and shaking and her god was waiting for her to crash like this and only then he filled her with his white warm cum. She could feel him filling her while shattering from her own orgasm.
He laid down her completely powerless and exhausted body on the sheets, wrapped her in a white blanket, let the moon shine into the room and with a thought removed the magic around them. He returned to rub her hair and kissed her with his beak.
"Rest, my daughter. You can serve me tomorrow and I'll use you again but don't forget I'll always reward you afterwards."
He vanished but they both knew he was still with her, always watching over her. She closed her eyes and felt blessed and safe again.