Mariambrosia

Author: Jennifer
Notes: Maria/Rath, and with a little promise of Michael/Maria at the end, for all you Candygirls that aren't into Rath. I know you're out there. :) Oh, and this is just slightly blasphemous. I'm getting better.
Summary: Rath gets a new priestess, but its MUCH more interesting than it sounds.
Dedication: Lemme think...the list is long for this one. :)

Melissa, who always manages to scare me, in good and bad ways. *grin*
Court, sorry that we irritate each other so much.
Ianther, who gives me good screencaps. :)
And Bonnie, who is evil, and is the only rational Zan fan I've talked to, sorta.

See? I can be sappy and stuff...

Sighing, the God of Dark, better known as Rath, sat on the steps in front of his temple. Things were too fucking boring. It was a Wednesday, which was the day of worship for the God of Light, his annoying "friend" Michael.

Even his ugly-ass priestesses were absent. Why couldn't he have gotten good looking worshippers? Like the Goddess of Light, Isabel. All her priests and worshippers looked like models. �

It was fitting, though. Since he was worshipped in the dark. No need to see the ugly mugs of his followers in broad daylight. �

Suddenly, he was alerted to a knock on the large gate keeping the mortal world out. Standing up slowly, he stretched and meandered over to the gate. As soon as he got there, he jumped up on top of the stone wall and looked down. �

And crowed in delight. �

A mortal girl-- make that a majorly fucking sexy mortal girl-- with long blonde hair and big green eyes was standing there politely, waiting to be serviced. �

He grinned and whistled. The view from above down her virginal white dress was NICE. His day was looking up. �

He made himself visible, and dropped down beside her. She jumped and turned to him, her eyes widening. She instantly dropped to her knees before him, and he threw his head back haughtily. Looking down at her groveling, he stooped and tapped her chin. �

Looking up, she said, "Oh please, great God of Darkness, take pity on me! I didn't know you were here! If I had I would have offered up a sacrifice or something. Please, oh please, I'm humble before you!" �

He smiled and reached around, pinching her rear. She gasped, her mouth dropping open beautifully. She wasn't expecting that, obviously. �

"Don't get so upset, girl. Now, what're you here for, and maybe I'll help ya," he said, and sat against the brick wall, stretching his arms out and behind his head. �

"I...I'm here to," she looked down, in a show of submissiveness, then continued, "become one of your dedicated priestesses, please sir?" �

"It's about fucking time!" He jumped up and pulled her into his arms. She looked thoroughly confused, which just made him grin wider. �

"Come on, baby, I'll make you the best priestess you ever met."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Once inside his temple, he locked the massive-- just like him, he thought slyly-- doors, and set her in his throne. She started to move out, protesting that she was a mere mortal, but he kept her seated. �

"So you wanna be a priestess?" he asked, his eyes roving over her body. She nodded, folding her hands and hooding her eyes. �

"Yes sir." �

He dropped to his knees in front of her, mostly to be closer to her legs. Tugging on his lip ring, and folding his arms on her knees, he said, "Good. Call me sir. Now, you gotta get naked." �

She looked at him, embarrassed and still confused. �

"What, you wanna be a priestess, you gotta get initiated. So take your dress off. But do it slow, you hear?" �

He leaned forward and kissed her swiftly, and stood up. He could practically hear her asking herself what was going on. In fact, he could hear her. Mindreading was another trait of the gods. �

/...okay, Maria, calm down. What's going on? Just do like he asked. You wanted to be a priestess, you have to do what your god tells you. What's going ON? He just kissed me, and I'm just sitting here doing nothing.../ �

He grinned at her jumbled thoughts, and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. Curling one arm around her waist, he tangled his hand in her hair. �

"You wanna be the HEAD priestess, Maria?" he asked, brushing her cheek with his lips. She trembled, and slowly nodded. He continued on, "So take off your dress, then I got somethin' special for you to do." �

She nodded again, and her eyes drifted closed as he stroked the back of her neck. He stopped and pulled away, and she bit her lip. �

But her hands went to the tiny pearl buttons of her dress, and he sat down to watch. �

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As each button came undone, and another bit of her skin was revealed, Rath grew harder and more turned on. She was pure innocence, and he was definately not. �

Which just made it SO much better. �

Finally her dress was completely unbuttoned, but it was still clinging to her frame. He could JUST make out the thatch of golden curls between her legs, curtained by soft white fabric. She was blushing, and he could see her hands trembling. �

"Drop the dress doll." �

She swallowed and slid the dress off her shoulders and down her curvy body, to pool at the floor. �

He groaned and gripped the arms of his throne. Her skin shimmered in the dim light of his temple, and her hair looked even more like gold. Her pink-tipped breasts moved slighty with her breath, and her hand rested insecurely in the valley between each perfect mound. �

"Come to Rathy," he said, spreading his arms. While she walked delicately over to him, he dissolved his own clothing. She noticed and stopped in her tracks. It must have been then that she understood, and it obviously terrified her. �

Using his wonderful powers, he pulled her forward, to stand between his legs. His hot erection poked against her tummy, and he growled, picking her up and placing her on his lap. �

"What's the matter, Maria? You haven't changed your mind, have you?" Her legs slipped down to rest on either side of his hips, and he hissed when her slit rubbed against his dick. �

"I...are we going to...you know?" she asked, placing her hands on his chest. She wasn't just terrified...she was nervous. He'd have to get her over that. �

"Yeah, we are..." he trailed off and moved his hand between her legs. Before she could stop him, he parted her lower lips and rubbed his thumb over her clit. �

"Already wet, I see...guess you aren't so unresponsive, eh?" He grinned as she flushed, coloring her chest and stomach. Her eyes were set on his hand working her, and she darted her tongue out to lick her lips. He pulled her down and kissed her, forcing her lips open. �

She moaned and dug her fingernails into his shoulders while he stroked her tongue with his. Her hips dropped so that she was sitting in his lap, and he moved his hand away so he could hold her closer. �

Suddenly, she pulled away and looked at him silently. He frowned and tried to kiss her again, but she turned her head, so that his lips hit her cheek. �

"What's wrong?" he asked, and decided she still needed a little more encouragement. He moved his hand down to where she sat comfortably on his lap, and started stroking her again. Her small hands pressed harder on his back, but she was still holding him away. �

"Why me?" �

"Why you? What are you talking about, doll?" He was slightly annoyed with her reluctance. Okay, he was VERY annoyed, but he was willing to wait. Women were like that. �

"You're a great and glorious god, and I'm a mere mortal!" She blushed and hung her head, so that her long hair touched his abs. �

"You kiddin' me? You ain't a mere mortal. I've never seen a mortal like you before, and I've been around." He trailed his finger up her stomach, around her breasts, and then to her collarbone. She giggled softly when he tickled her neck, but she still seemed confused. Confused as to why he would wanna touch her. �

So he'd have to prove it to her. He grinned, because he LOVED proving things, especially to his more unsure partners. �

"Why don't I show you why they call me a god, then?" He hefted her over his shoulder and in an instant, they were in his bedroom. �

It was isolated from the world. The only way to get to it was through him, and he didn't let just anyone in. Only himself, and occasionally Lonnie, his bitch-goddess. And of course Michael, his holiness of all things pure. �

Oh, if only his worshippers could see their precious god when Rath got him alone. �

But that was a whole other story. Maybe he'd even tell Maria about it. �

Dropping her on his huge bed, he said, "Welcome to the real temple of Rath. Open twenty-four hours a day. No sacrifice needed, baby." �

She looked around in awe, and then up at him. Oh yeah, she was definately worthy of his room. �

"I never...I thought that you lived...wow." She blinked as he dimmed the lights and handed her a wine bottle. Looking at it, and then back to him, she asked what she was to do with it. �

"What do you think, baby? Drink it." He sat down beside her and popped two wine glasses between them. She watched as he opened the bottle and poured some of the wine for both of them. �

"Vintage. Drink up. We got plenty to spare. And then I can show you where else I can pour this," he said, and clinked his glass with hers. �

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

About ten minutes later, she had loosened up, and was sitting against the pillows, giggling and asking for more wine. �

"Now do a butterfly!" �

He had been drawing shapes on her tummy, and it excited her to no end. So, of course, he kept doing it. �

"A butterfly, baby? How about..." he trailed off as he moved his hands to her back. Focusing his slightly drunk brain, he closed his eyes. And when he opened them, she had wings. They were done out in shades of white and soft pink and were incredibly tender and feathery. Yeah, he was definately awesome. �

When she realized what he had done, she squealed and rolled over onto her stomach. She reached her arm around to stroke her wings, and laughed. �

"I have wings! Wow! Oh Rath," she smiled up at him, and then pulled herself up, wrapping her arms around his waist. �

"Yeah, I know. See, NOW I can do a butterfly." She giggled, but the giggle turned into a moan as he ran his hands over her new wings. He had made sure to include plenty of nerve endings in them, and so they were an all new erogenous zone for her. He laughed. �

No wonder he was worshipped. �

Of course, he'd have to get rid of them before he let her out into the outside world...it would hurt like hell if they got damaged. He liked pain as much as the next god, but only when it was welcome. �

"That feels so... GOOD! Why?" she asked, her eyes wide and dark. �

"'Cause I'm special, baby. Now...tell me how this feels." He lightly rubbed the space between her wings, and she cried out. She pressed her back into his touch and buried her face in his neck. �

"It feels like...you're...ooh, it feels so gooooood..." She gasped and dug her nails into his lower back. �

He rolled over onto his back, so that she could perch on top of him. She smiled, and then wiggled her wings.

"Hey, doll...you think you can pick me up? I ain't never done it in the air." He grinned when she wrapped her arms around him, and then tried desperately to become airborne. There was no chance she'd be able to carry him, but with a little help... �

They were floating within moments. She gasped and looked at him, proud of herself and confused at the same time. As they drifted lightly around the room, he reversed their positions, so she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his hips. Tendrils of her soft hair floated and rested on his back and tickled his neck. �

"Now isn't this better than any human can do ya?" he asked, already knowing the answer. She was absolutely in love. He could tell, and surprisingly, it didn't bother him as much as it should have. �

Maybe he'd keep her. And then, she could keep her wings. �

He pushed the thoughts of planning out of his mind-- what was wrong with him?-- when her lips found his. He opened his mouth and her soft tongue slipped past his lips, to tickle his pallet. While her fingers threaded through his hair, he resumed stroking her wings, eliciting purrs and moans from her throat and occupied mouth. �

Her nipples pressed into his chest while her wet cleft rubbed against his STILL hard dick. Sometimes he really hated having so much stamina. He ended the kiss, and said, "I think its about time we get down to business...don't ya think?" �

She glowed, and nodded. �

"I want to...but I've never done this before..." She bit her lip, and he moved his hand down their bodies. He didn't want her to think about her past...he wanted her to think of the now. �

As if by experience-- other than the brief time in the temple-- he found her clit, already pulsing, and pressed the heel of his hand against it. The slight pressure and friction caused her to let out a long wail, and hold him even tighter. �

A breathless "yes" and a soft coo in his ear urged him on, and her hips rocked gently against his hand. He moved his hand away, and then before she could protest, he slipped three full fingers into her sheath. �

"Oh RATH...oh...yes..." She moaned as he slid the digits in and out of her body. She let her head fall back, and he attacked her neck hungrily, nipping at her pulse points. He held the back of her head up with his free hand, and felt his back hit the ceiling. �

They had floated all the way up, and they were still over the bed...so when he lost control-- and with her, that would be too damn soon-- they would land on something soft. �

She was dripping now, and her thighs were trembling against his hand. Swiftly, he pulled his fingers from her, and replaced them with his erection, sliding in slowly. �

Her mouth opened, and she looked into her eyes as she keened passionately. Then she kissed him, and they rolled over in the air again. �

Almost immediately, he began thrusting, his hips smacking against hers. He was amazed, and that was saying something. She was...damn near perfect. �

"Raaaaaaaaath..." she choked out when he pulled away to look at her. Her face was a light pink, covered in a faint sheet of sweat. Her eyes were dark, like the ocean at night, and her lips were plump and red. He groaned and pulled her to him again, crashing his mouth to hers. �

He ceased to see her as a mortal when flashes of her life entered his brain. He was suffocating from pleasure...something was drawing it out. �

He'd only ever experienced sex that good with Michael, and even then... �

She moaned again when his pubic bone rubbed up against her swollen clit, and he felt himself start to tighten up along with her. �

With one more plunge into her, he froze, and they fell rapidly to the bed. As soon as they hit the mattress, a chain reaction started. �

He pushed into her even deeper, if that was possible. Then he came into her, deep, and cried out her name-- something he didn't often do. As he pushed violently against her and filled her up completely, she screamed his name, her hips stilling and her back arching. Her inner walls clenched around him and she threw her head back. �

Then they froze. �

He was struck by even more images, more recent. Maria, in front of her mirror, praying to Michael that her day would go well. Then her whispered prayers to him, and all the times he had come close to seeing her at one of his festivals. Her family followed Isabel, and she was the black sheep. �

And then her, deciding to become a priestess for him. Being persuaded not to by her friend Liz, who worshipped Max, the god that annoyed him the most. And Maria, putting her foot down, that she would worship whoever she wanted. �

Mundane moments, when compared to the movies behind his eyes of her dancing around her room, and then looking at herself in the mirror, wondering why no one had asked her to a ball. �

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He came to some time later, to her resting on his chest. Her breath smoothed out over him, and she was half-awake. Her lips occasionally pressed together, to kiss his skin, but she must have been too content. �

His hand rested on one of her wings, and his other rested on her rump. �

Finally, he spoke, saying, "Yo...that was pretty damn good, baby. You sure you ain't never done it before?" �

Maria looked up at him, smiling and giggling innocently. She started to roll off of him, but he tightened his grip on her body, and she relented. �

They would have fallen asleep, undisturbed, if they hadn't had company, in the form of Michael. A very naked and grinning Michael. Which meant only one thing. �

"Hey Rath, I'm...hello?" �

Rath looked past Maria, at Michael. He looked confused, and the pierced god decided to ease his confusion. He sat up and propped Maria up in his lap. �

"Butch, this is Maria. Maria, this is Michael. You know him as the God of Light." �

Maria looked between the two sleepily, and waved lightly. Michael recovered, and grinned. �

"Hey Maria," he started, and climbed into bed beside them, onto his knees, "I see you and Rath got to know each other pretty well." �

Rath rolled his eyes. Michael was such a loser. �

Maria blinked, and then said, "Wow." �

Laughing, Michael looked to Rath, who nodded.

Leaning forward, the other god kissed Maria softly.

Nothing like having TWO good fucks, Rath thought. Especially two good looking and obviously interested in each other good fucks.

Yeah. �

Not a damn thing like it, he mused as Michael wrapped his arms around the winged girl. �

He was gonna have to spend a whole lot more time in his room from now on. �

The End

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