The eyes. Oshun couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. Unbeknownst to him, that is Dr. Strange, Oshun enjoyed studying the color and shape. Dark brown and arched on the ends. They had a sparkle in them. On one leg, palms facing the sky, she wondered if his eyes could see into the future or maybe even read thoughts. She wondered—do you ever blink. His movements are robotic, yet fluid. She notices how he walks around in his cloak and never removes it while they are in session. He’s confident and an expert in his craft, as he should be. His skin golden like it had been kissed by the sun. ‘Why is he so handsome?’ she glances but dares not to stare.
With dominance and a certain pride, he turns his head, “Oshun!”
Falling off balance and almost hitting the ground Oshun catches herself, “Oui! I mean yes Dr. S.” Oshun grabs her mouth for letting her French slip. She knows Dr. Strange doesn’t speak the language and dislikes when she uses it. Her accent isn’t thick but it rich when she speaks it. She laughed to herself for a moment.
Glancing sideways, “I’ve told you before you may address me as Dr. Strange.”
Oshun nodded. “Again!”, he said walking towards her.
“I’ve tried, and I told you that I can’t do it.” Shaking her head in defeat. She raised her hands again, palms facing the sky in hopes that she would conjure a storm. “I thought you had magical powers or something? Can you just fix this?” She touted.
“Exactly, my powers are my powers. If you want to be healed and regain your power you must follow instructions.” He stood in front of Oshun shoulders back and chest high. In retrospect, Oshun knows it’s going to take more than standing and raising her palms to the sky. Oshun bit her gorgeous, full lips and raised her palms to the sky. She stood on one leg but that part didn’t make much sense to her. She’s aware of his prestige and she obeys his orders.
Admittedly, she has never seen any magic happen since she’s been there. Where, she wasn’t exactly sure. The forest stretched for miles. He met her at the dock and blindfolded her until they reached what appeared to be a temple.
“You want to see magic? Will that give you influence to trust me?” He asked. She heard it in her head like an invasion of the body.
“Where are you? I told you to stop reading my mind. Secousse!” She thought.
“Enough complaints. Be ready we’ll leave in the morning.” He intrusively sent her.
‘We leave in the morning! Where are you taking me?’ The next day Oshun and Dr. Strange conjured a portal that brought them to a town called Hakone which overlooked Mount Fuji. He took her to a hot spring. Oshun, the goddess of many waters had never seen such beauty. He began lecturing her about how the waters had minerals and other nutrients that will help her regain her powers but she must submit to its splendor. ‘How can this be my cure?’ She now understood that he wants to heal her and will go to great lengths to ensure that it happens. She felt, in that moment safe, because after all, she is a healer in need of healing. She began to remove her clothing. A true goddess. Her soft, plump breast hung like teardrops. Her hips round emphasizing her lushness. Her skin like bronze, she glowed at any time of the day. She left her waist beads and her crown made of jewels on her head. She eased into the water and it became one with her body. It was as if the water recognized her presence. ‘Submit to the water.’ She’ll try anything at this point.
She opened her eyes and noticed cherry blossom trees that weren’t there before. The leaves fell in slow motion as if time was standing still. She looked around to make sure Dr. S wasn’t watching. She parted her legs and found her clit with her right hand. She squeezed and pinched her nipple with the left. She increased the pace of stroking until she was about to cum. A hand. Dr. S stopped her by grabbing her hand. Oshun allowed him to remove it. He then placed his hand on her yoni and began rubbing. Two fingers slid inside of her. Oshun moaned and flinched. Archin her back, her head fell backwards as he shoved his fingers in and out of her tight opening. She grabbed his forearm to guide his hand deeper into her wet tunnel.
“On one leg!” He ordered.
‘How does he do that?’ Shaken, she immediately obliged and began her session. “Again, no sleeping. This is for you not me.” He reminded her.
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“We must go.”
“Go--go where? Why?” Oshun scrambles to clothe her naked body from across the room. Oshun really loved the view of the mountain in the morning and didn’t want to leave so soon.
“You’re being followed!” Dr. Strange stares at her shuffling through her clothes. He corrects his tone now aware of the anxiety he caused. “I think it’s your father.”
Oshun pauses in her tracks, tilting her head up at Dr. Strange and her eyes settle on his. Sort of a blank stare. Oshun sinks into the bed cradling her shoes, slouching in disbelief. “I’m not for certain but I sense the presence of your bloodline. He finally gets Oshun to blink. Dr. Strange inhaled deeply, “I know this isn’t what you expected but if you want to be cured, we must leave now. We’ll figure out the details later.”
Ohun raises her head from her desperation. “Fine, where are we going?” She waits hesitantly knowing she should not be seeking healing from a human sorcerer. She is, after all, a god.
“Kenh Ga. They won’t think to look for you there. Not for a while at least. I know this will work but you have to trust me.”
Oshun sighs, “Is this another hot spring? You know I really liked waking up to the cherry blossoms. Does it at least have a view?” She pauses knowing she should be taking this more seriously.
“This is not a time for games Oshun.” He breathed those words as if he knew they were in imminent danger. He conjured another portal and they travelled through until reaching what seems to be a village that floats on water.
Oshun removed her crown to lay her head to rest. As usual.
It’s a quiet, scenic village. Dr. Strange walks by her room noticing the beauty in all its glory. She glowed like copper and her black, wooly hair hung down past her waist. No—I must treat her, that is, Oshun. He fixated on her plump, full breast rise and fall with every breath she took. She looks so peaceful.
Distracted, he walks into the door frame waking her momentarily. She peers up with her half-opened eyes and goes back to sleep. ‘She trusts me.’ He knows she hates when he peeks into her mind, but he wondered why she’s so relaxed. He kneels by her bed-- even though he doesn’t have to be. ‘Just a peek.’
Just as he suspected. Two bodies intertwined. ‘Who is this man?’. The unknown mans face is buried deep in her ass. She’s riding his face on all fours. It’s all a bit foggy like any dream, but he continues to watch. Her body moved melodically against his face until she’d had enough. She abruptly turns around and takes him into her hand stroking vigorously. She licked the tip of his dick until his head fell back. She eased him in and out her mouth slowly never taking her eyes from his. She arose, kissed him on the lips and mounted his large phallus. ‘She rides like a horse.’ He grinned but he realizes the simplicity of it all, ‘She’s making love.’. He leaves her to continue her dreams and returns back to his room but he can’t help but wonder who is this man that she’s always dreaming about?