Page 37 of The Goddess is Angry
George was perfect and so unexpected. I didn’t just put her off until the moon orgy because I wanted it to be perfect. That was a big part of it, too. It was a Basilisk thing. Nothing seemed to scare her but yet was the operative word here.
I was like Ren, even if we were created by different gods. Basilisks could half shift like Kitsunes could, but most people didn’t find us cute. And I took George’s mom up on her offer and borrowed one of those Basilisk smut books because I was curious. They didn’t even mention it. It was mostly about us being venomous.
Snakes were docileunlessyou threatened their territory. Snaking out when my emotions were high was still something I was working on. Azren had been teaching me meditation for years for when I turned eighteen. I could usually stop it before it spread past my eyes.
But I was nervous, terrified, and worried about pleasing her. I couldn’t focus on my breathing and keeping the snake at bay. At most, I could keep my fangs and venom from coming out. But she wasn’t scared. I was sure she read those books her mom suggested to me because she read a lot. She wouldn’t have expected it.
George wasn’t lying when she told me I was beautiful like that. She really did like it and that made me feel good because this was a part of me. She had no desire to hurt me or use anything about me. George was the strongest person in this academy and I thought she liked and appreciated me taking control.
It was interesting being watched by my new friends. It was actually a turn on. Now, it was my turn to watch. I participated as we all kissed and touched her to get her ready again, but I was going to need a little more time before my dick could go again. We all caressed and kissed her until she said she was ready.
West was a lot, but I really liked him. I still couldn’t believe he kissed me when he found out I was a goalie. I was raised by a pansexual reaper who usually preferred women and a pansexual, shapeshifting, nonbinary god who had never been in a relationship the entire time I'd known them. I preferred men, and I was pretty sure Church did, too. West kissed alotof men for a dude who talked about how straight he was.
I didn’t draw a stick-figure orgy playbook, but I did plan exactly what I was going to do to her. Fuck it. Watching West’s plan come to life, I was definitely drawing stick figures next time. At first, I thought he was crazy, but it was coming together nicely, even if Ren didn’t steal Zion’s whistle. Ren stole me one sock once. It was a little weird.
West flopped on his back after they all spent this time prepping George.
“Get over here and slide that ass down my dick.”
We all groaned as George made a big show of lining West’s cock up against her ass and slowly working it into her. She sighed when she had all of him. I loved her little sex noises. George leaned back against West and he wrapped his arms around her waist to support her.
“Ren and Oscar, pick a top and a bottom,” West said.
“I want George this time and I want you to pull my tails,” Ren said.
Oscar’s eyes darkened.
“Done.”
Damn. This had the potential to be insanely hot. Ren slid into George. While I was making love to George, Ren and Oscar were giving us a show, so they were ready. She was watching them when I was going down on her, but she was totally focused on me after. Oscar squeezed the lube on Ren’s ass and started working himself in Ren’s ass.
Fuck that was hot. But West wasn’t done. I couldn’t go again yet. My cock was hard from the show, but I’d be useless. Church was another story and West made damned sure he wasn’t left out.
And how magnificent was George? She had a lion in her ass, a Kitsune in her pussy, an energy vampire in her mouth, and she was being fucked by extension by a brujo. George wasn’t faking it. No one was. She was having the time of her life and she was powerful like this.
We were all powerful supernaturals, and we were here to please her. Love potions were against the law. They didn’t make anyone fall in love. They got dangerously obsessed and usually ended up killing the person who gave them the potion. Back in the day, that was punishment enough, but people evolved and eventually changed their thinking that trying to manipulate people’s minds and feelings wasn’t right.
Not even a god could force someone to fall in love with them. They had to earn it just like everyone else. And she earned it. Two of us wanted nothing to do with her because of the Kaylee drama. I hated her just because she was a witch.
George won us all over. She even changed my opinion about all witches. Watching her take on four men at once was glorious, especiallythesefour men. George had a filthy mouth, and she was totally egging them on every time she took Church’s dick out of her mouth.
I grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it. Not hard. There was something about the full moon that made everyone go longer and refractory periods were shorter. I was definitely feeling it. I was so going to have her again if she wanted to keep going.
The tableau in front of me was getting frenzied. Church had taken over and was fucking her face. Ren got feral every time Oscar yanked on one of his tails. Oscar probably knew more about what Ren liked than any of us and I was learning. West was pumping her ass and kept biting her shoulder.
I’d only been with her once, but she liked getting bit.
Church finished first and collapsed on the blanket. Ren was about to lose his mind from all the attention to his tails. He shoved his hand between him and George and started working her clit with his thumb. West shifted his grip to pinch her nipples.
George came hard. When I was inside her, she clamped down on my cock and milked me. Iknewwhat it felt like when she came. It wasn’t super shocking that when I heard that beautiful noise she made when an orgasm hit, West and Ren weren’t that far behind, which just set off Oscar.
George had this beautiful, post orgasmic blush on her breasts, but before we could snuggle and enjoy the afterglow, the one thing no one wanted to hear filled the Academy of the Profane.
The Banshees were screaming again.
azren
Ihoped I’d at least havesomethingbefore another student died. I had hoped making it public knowledge that a student had been murdered would make them wary of strangers, even if they happened to be gods. They’d heard enough lectures between Reyson and me that we were powerful and petty, but not omnipotent.
