You can't imagine what it was like.

I had no control over anything, not even my breathing. She could give me pain or pleasure at her whim, without even laying a finger on me. She could shatter my bones from the inside out and heal them again without a trace.

She left only one mark on me, a bruise on the inside of my left thigh where she grabbed and squeezed as I lay gasping from my latest climax. Everything else she wiped away, leaving me clean and fresh for another round.

You can't imagine what it was like to make love with a god.

* * * * *

I had everything offered to me and I let it slip through my fingers.

I could have had her. I could have taken her before that rutting husband of hers could breach her barrier. If I had only seen.

I could have taken her in the night. She would press her body against mine, so soft and trusting, and I would let my hands stroke her gently before pausing to cup a breast, a buttock. Innocent that she was, she would think nothing of it when my lips met hers. Only my tongue demanding entrance to her mouth would awaken her to my desire, and then she would tremble, but she would never resist. She wanted me. She would gasp as my fingers teased her wetness, frozen by sensations she had never felt before, and then cry out, once, softly, as I drove myself in and claimed her as my own.

I could have taught her, trained her. She was meant to be mine.

And now I would not even be her first woman.

* * * * *

The little slut crouched naked on her hands and knees before me as I reddened her bottom with blow after blow, doing no damage but giving her the beautiful pain that she now craved. I squeezed her buttocks, then pulled them apart, teasing her puckered anus with my tongue. Even this would not be for another to discover.

She made no sound. I had not given her permission.

I tickled her feet, watching her fight to remain in the position I had placed her in. She questioned nothing anymore. I could have told her to fly and she would have dashed herself to bits trying.

I pressed my hand against her cunt, made impossibly slick with her juices. "Tell me. Who am I?" I demanded.

"You are my goddess," she whimpered.

I let my fingers part her lips. "You are my slave."

"I am your slave."

"I am your slave!"

My fist clenched within her depths. "Sing for me."

She screamed as I pounded her relentlessly. The shuddering spasms drove her near unconsciousness, and I withdrew at last. When she had regained her breath, she turned and looked at me where I stood, in my armor, behind her. She began to reach for me.

My hand flashed out and caught her across the face, the immortal strength propelling her into the wall where she crashed, dazed. "Don't you ever touch me!" I screamed. "I am not for you! I will never be yours!"

She closed her eyes and nodded once.

"Put your clothes on. I don't want to look at you anymore."

And she obeyed. She was mine, completely.

* * * * *

I had no choice. I had to do anything she said. She could have killed me in an instant if it suited her.

Once I truly accepted that, it made everything easier. I became all body, no mind. I didn't have to think. She thought, and my body acted.

And in that body, riding from one wave of stimulation to the next, there was no room for fear, no worry for the future.

No gash she tore, no blow she landed, hurt nearly as much as that future, when I had to think again, when I faced consequences.

* * * * *

She should have been mine, but every inch of her reeked of someone else.

And so I took her and I threw her behind a horse and I dragged her over countryside, through fire and water, beating her against rocks, invading her.

I would take what the other did not. I would touch the one thing in her that was still left for me. I would kill her with my own hands.

She belonged to me.

* * * * *

What happened after she got you back, little slut? Did you try to forget that you had ever been with me at all? Did you teach your eyes to overlook my handprint on your thigh, the indisputable badge of my conquest? And when she found that I gave you no other injuries, did she suspect how much you enjoyed my company?

What happened on your first night together? Did you freeze, too burdened by your memories to respond to her touch, denying her of her pleasure? Or did you attack her with all the lust that I would never let you spend on me, and destroy her fantasy of your perfect innocence?

It doesn't matter. You'll never forget.

* * * * *

My dreams are full of eyes, watching me, sometimes brown, sometimes blue.

I can't pretend anymore. I can't go on like this. It hurts too much.

I loved once, I know I did. But I don't know anymore if I want to be held or hurt. I don't know what I'm yearning for.

Or whom.

* * * * *

I could have had everything and I let it slip away.

Her innocence, lost.

Her love for me, lost as well.

She looks at me now with eyes that call me friend, family. Not lover.

And as for she who took everything I wanted, who remains between us forever... an eternity of suffering could not repay what she's done to me.

* * * * *

You made me what I am, crafted me in your own image, the echo of all your desires. I am you. I am yours.

But you will never admit that it is I who complete you, I whom your soul is bound to, not that pathetic slut.

The knife through my heart was as close as you could come to saying you loved me.

The End