Page 11 of Lust
“You want to have sex with me.” It dawned on Mercy, like the night she realized one of her female neighbors in her freshman college dorm had similar feelings.Thosefeelings. “Why?”
Lust lifted those heavy eyelids and regarded Mercy with a piercing gaze. It hit Mercy so hard that it chiseled her organs and weakened her knees. “I am the embodiment of sexual desire, after all.” Had Lust been reading Mercy’s dirty mind? “I must fuse my sin with you. I will make you a little more human again.”
“Except… you’re not like…supposedto sin!” Wasn’t that what Acedia implied when she said Mercy had been dangerously close to succumbing to darkness?
“Sinning is part of what makes you human. What makes you want tolive.I’m not talking about murdering someone, Mercy. Goodness, no.” Lust held up her palms. “As for you, it’s deeper than merely reawakening your sexual desire for other women beyond your ex-girlfriend. You have to learn to control it. Not let it consume you.That’swhen you become a danger to yourself and others. That’s an unforgivable sin.”
“Is that so?” Mercy balked.
“My sisters and I bring the pleasures that remind women of why they remain on this earth. Become one with us, and we will teach you to purge the darkness and harness your sinful nature for the betterment of your whole life.”
“Eachof you?” Mercy crashed against the bedroom wall. Did she think she was getting away from this? Did she think she had the power to pick up her softball bat and take a swing at thegoddess,of all people, attempting to make love to her? Her! Mercy Devereux, the most unassuming woman on the planet! “You’re all gonna try to fuck me, huh!”
“What do you meantry?It is completely consensual on your behalf.”
“I don’t want to!”
“Don’t you?”
Of course Mercy did. Since that kiss – the kind that could only be administered by the incarnation of carnality – Mercy wanted her growing arousal to absolutely consume her. If only she could fall into that bed and be reminded what it was like to want a woman for the sake of it.To remember what life was like before Marissa fucked everything up.
That need was so great that Mercy was under the deity’s spell when she kissed her.
She didn’t know if Lust was arealwoman. Was this her true form? Could she take on the style and look of any female she chose? Did deities have forms? Those thoughts were fleeting as Mercy marred those beautiful red lips. The heat intensified between them. Mercy wrapped her arms around the goddess and basked in her flesh and fabric.
“Come, Mercy.” The once soft voice now piqued in renewed interest as Lust succumbed to her arousal. Of course she did. She was created for that purpose. “Let me fill you with sin.”
Years…yearssince Mercy’s back met the guest bed. Even when she and Marissa were fighting, they never slept apart for long. Now Mercy fell prostrate, that red light emitting from Lust’s aura filling the room as if Mercy were blessed by this higher power.
“I’m such a mess…” Mercy humbly said, referring to her matted hair and the dingy clothing she had slept in like a lazy champ.
Lust placed a warm hand against Mercy’s cheek. “You’re a beautiful woman. Nothing can convince me otherwise.”
Her fingers caressed the outline of Mercy’s jaw before descending to her throat. Then her chest, where her breasts were more sensitive than they had been in many months. That divine hand traveled to the hem of Mercy’s blouse and teased the skin beneath it.
These delicate touches lit more fires inside Mercy than any woman had ever achieved before. Oh, she had loved other women before Marissa. Each of those women were beautiful in their own way, and gave Mercy desire, but not likethis.It was as if Lust exuded enough pheromones to turn Mercy into a raging nymphomaniac. With one touch!
How was she supposed to resist it? Could Mercy say shewantedto resist? Maybe this would have been good for her. A kiss to the throat. A nip to her breasts. A flick of the wrist between her legs. Three simple things, and she was saved.
That’s how it worked, right?
“Oh, my God.” Mercy couldn’t hold it back. Not when Lust pushed beneath the sweaty silk of Mercy’s breasts and discovered her breasts. “Okay. I don’t care if you’re a figment of my imagination. I mean, if you’re gonna have a sex dream, you might as well roll with it, right?”
Moans escaped Mercy’s lips as the crimson beauty pinched tender nipples and kneaded the flesh beneath her hands. Those moans hadn’t been heard in… no, Mercy couldn’t think about that. What she should think about was how good Lust’s touch felt – and how mesmerizing that scintillating glare was between them.
Mercy opened her legs.
“See? You are desirous.” Lust pulled up Mercy’s blouse. Over her chest. Her head. Her extending arms. All that was left behind was a thin camisole.To think I almost let myself die in my dirty work clothes.Mercy pulled up her camisole and exposed her breasts to Lust. “Verydesirous. You have the power within you to bed any woman you want with a body like this.” Lust leaned down, those red lips coming for Mercy.
Except she didn’t kiss her. Not on the mouth. Instead, she pecked the peaks of Mercy’s breasts, tongue languishing over each nipple and making her target squirm. Such a delicate tongue! It felt like dewy rose petals, each lap carefully timed to make Mercy’s nipples harden and her neurons erupt with pleasure. On top of this, she sent Mercy a cold, hard stare full of wanton vigor. Fire shot from Mercy’s gut, straight to her fingertips and her toes. And to her mouth, which groaned in time to Lust’s strokes.
“Good girl.” The deity sat up. Did a goddess wear makeup? Because Marissa’s lipstick would have been marred after something like that.And she bought the expensive stuff.Mercy supposed a divine creature didn’t need makeup. She simply looked like that. Perfect. Desirable.Illustrious.The red of her lips and the gold dust fluttering from her eyelashes were all natural. They had to be. How else did one describe the constantly-changing perfection of a woman who didn’t actuallyexist?Not in a way Mercy traditionally understood. Was it really a blessing to sleep with a being born specifically for such physical love? Or was it another example of how pathetic someone like Mercy could be?
She really was dreaming this, wasn’t she?
“Like I said.” Lust crawled toward the end of the bed, one hand dragging Mercy’s pants down with her. That’s right. Mercy didn’t need those ratty things, anyway. They were good enough for her desperate corporate job. They were serviceable for sleeping in once she got home. For making love to an Avatar of Acedia? She didn’t need pants. Who the hell needed pants? “Good girl.”
Mercy swore the clothes melted off her skin. Perhaps Lust’s power was so strong that it performed such wonders. In as little as a few seconds, Mercy was nude beneath the waist.I don’t need underwear, either. Sweet.
