Fleeing Gods

mf sf humor


Helena struggled out of sleep, blinking her eyes hazily against the darkened
room. It had been a most vivid dream. Since she'd left her spineless husband
and the regular supply of dull sex, she'd often had erotic dreams Somehow
none had been quite this...explicit. A tongue had licked her instep, her
toes. Teeth had nibbled on her calves. She had almost been able to feel the
muscled body, the sensuous hands caressing her thighs, her hips. She could
almost hear his heavy panting, and smell his strong breath.

Actually, she could still smell that strong breath, that unmistakable
mixture of strong spirits and poor oral hygiene. There was a strong scent of
aroused male in the room. Helena suddenly sat up and switched on her halogen
lamp, ready to grab it and crack it on the skull of any would-be rapist.

As the light flooded the room, an immense man reared up on the bed and away
from her, raising a hairy arm to block his eyes from the light.

"Shut that off, wench! You'll ruin the mood!"

Wench? What kind of man calls a woman wench? Helena relaxed a little, still
retaining her firm grip on the lamp, and peered at the impressive stranger
in her bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" she asked him, quite calmly, she thought.

"Seducing you!" he thundered. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He lowered
his arm a bit, piercing blue eyes blinking in the light like those of a
dazed deer. Helena stared intently at him, hungrily drinking in the obvious
strength in those arms, that chest. The man was positively bristling with
hair, and muscles bulged under the thick brown coat. Something else bulged
too, an enormous penis that stood out proudly from his naked body. Helena
had been married for seven years, and bar-hopping for three, but she had
never seen anything to match this before. She licked her lips.

He blinked at her, looking a little confused. Then he seemed to gather
himself together. He started shouting again.

"Fear not, fair maiden. I am the greatest of lovers, reknowned in seven
kingdoms and across seventy seas. No harm will come to thee!"

Helena winced at the volume. "Could you lower your voice a little?" she
asked, as she started to shift her body, preparatory to sitting up. The man
immediately flung himself down on her, pinning her to the bed. Helena just
lay there, enjoying the weight of his body on hers, the teasing scritch of
curly chest hair against her nipples.

"My apologies, maiden, but I cannot have you turning into a bull, or a swan,
or trying to run away" he said, in a voice slightly softer than before.

A bull? A swan? A strange suspicion started dancing through Helena's head.
"Just what did you say your name was?" she asked him.

The man's chest swelled proudly, incidentally crushing her breasts beneath
it. "I am Zeus, ruler of Olympus, seducer of maidens, wielder of the
thunderbolt....and you shall not escape me!"

"Why would I want to?" Helena practically cooed, as she laced her arms
around his thick neck. That would explain how he got into her locked
bedroom, the odd dream she'd been having...it would explain a lot of things.
She began rubbing her naked body against his, maneuvering so he could slide
that gorgeous tool into the place where it belonged.

"Sorry?" he said. His voice suddenly seemed much less like massive
thundering, and more like a pitiful squeak. He held his body very stiff as
he stared down at her. While stiff was good in some ways, his stillness was
somewhat of a problem now, as she couldn't get to quite the position she
needed. "Are you not afraid of me? Will you not shift your form into a
thousand others so as to escape? Will you not turn into a tree, a pebble, a
breath of breeze?"

"Honey, I can't shift my form into even one other." Helena replied. She
raked her nails along his back, and writhed her body underneath his, hoping
to stimulate a response. His response wasn't quite what she expected.

"But it is simple. Even the shepherd maids of Greece knew how. Let me show
you," he said. And with that, she felt an odd sort of twist in her brain,
strange enough to make her pause a second in her feverish groping. Suddenly
she knew how to change forms, how to become a thousand creatures of wind and
flesh and earth. Zeus smiled in triumph above her. "Now, will you run?" he
asked.

"Mmm....I don't think so," Helena said. With that, she used her newfound
knowledge to stretch her body, adding several inches to her height, and not
so incidentally enabling her to finally slip that stiff penis inside her
dripping cunt. Helena gasped then, and bit down on his rock-hard shoulder.
She started to slide back and forth, almost gnawing on his skin as she did
so.

"But they always run," Zeus said. He sounded dismayed. "I cannot believe
women have changed so in the mere millenia that Hera and I spent travelling
...surely you are unnatural, a freak?"

Helena kept moving as she replied, "Well, my appetite's maybe a bit bigger
than most women's, but I think I'm pretty typical nowadays." Suddenly, that
feeling of delicious fullness started to disappear. Helena looked up in
sudden suspicion. "Hey, if you're a god, surely you can keep it up?"

Zeus started to pull himself away. "You are a hellish imitation of a true
woman. I will go and find a more feminine being in whom to spend my heavenly
seed. You cannot expect me to perform with a creature as unwomanly as
yourself. It would be...unnatural!"

Helena suddenly clung even harder, wrapping her long (extremely long) legs
around his muscular form. "Not so fast, boy. You look to be the best lay
I've had in a long time." Helena's mind continued the sentence; 'with
potentially infinite endurance.' "You're not getting away until I get what
you promised earlier. And not until I get it several times."

Zeus moaned in dismay, and suddenly changed himself into a porcupine. But
Helena changed her skin into an odd fur, and stuck to him like velcro. He
wailed in horror, and changed himself into a lightning bolt. But she changed
into a storm, and blew out all the windows as she surrounded him. Zeus
moaned as he turned into a waterfall, pouring out of her forty-seventh floor
windows. But she turned into a river right below him, and engulfed his sweet
essence. It was then that he really started to run.

Helena chased him down the highway, causing the early morning traffic jams
to become early morning wrecking sites, as the heavenly dawn filled the sky.
Irate businessmen in suits leaning out their car windows could hear a male
voice, whimpering on the wind as the pair disappeared over the horizon. It
was clearly calling, "Hera? Saaaaaaaave meeeeeeeee........" The ones who
listened carefully even heard a soft chuckle of what might have been goddess
laughter as they hurriedly pulled their heads back inside, and quickly
rolled up the windows.