You My Goddess

NOTE: This is based on an old vignette from 2009 by the same name. I felt would fit well in the setting, but ended up doing a total rewrite anyway.
 
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I should have known better than to mouth off at you, but I was just too frustrated. Ever since you gained your incredible powers, you seemed to have less and less time for me. We used to be friends with benefits, technically not exclusive, but neither of us had any other partners for whole two years.
 
That changed, of course, when you gained your new powers. The first time we had sex using your abilities, it was like a prolonged out-of-body experience. Neither of us had ever felt so much pleasure before. For three straight days, I helped you experiment with your powers, letting you use your endless sexual spells on me, fucking you and being fucked by you in ways even porn stars couldn’t imagine.
 
But for all that, I just wasn’t enough for you by myself anymore. In the half a year since, you’ve racked up a fuck buddy list as long as my arm, and I’ve barely gotten to see you. I could try to sleep with another woman, of course, but none of them could do what you can.
 
So, feeling bitter and lonely, I got drunk and called you. I said I wanted you, badly. You said you were busy. When would you be available? You didn’t know. I asked if you could pencil me into your busy schedule being the city bicycle. You laughed and said maybe. Then I lost my shit and started screaming at you. I don’t remember what I said.
 
And some point my tirade was cut off, though, as I found myself naked and bound to a chair, my eyes and mouth sealed shut, and assaulted by breathtaking sexual pleasures! I was ensnared fully in your power, frozen in place and experiencing the sensations of multiple mouths, hands, feathers, and pussies going to town on my cock. Dozens of sexual experiences were layered together; I was somehow able to feel each one distinctly, even as the combined pleasure overwhelmed my senses.
 
As if the physical sensations weren’t enough, you flooded my mind with a relentless assault of psychic porn. Images and sounds of the raunchiest sex I’d ever witnessed flooded my mind, crowding out my rational thoughts. Even worse, I realized that the things you were showing me were your own recent experiences. You were making me watch everything you’d done with every other guy you’d been with. And despite all of it, you did not allow me any form of release. I could not cum, I couldn’t even pass out, no matter how intense the stimulation and excitement!
 
A soul crushing torment for me. A simple thought from you. I’d had no idea how much you’d been holding back. And in the last moments of sanity I had before I went under, I realized this was still only a fraction of your power.
 
It took only minutes for me to break, but you left me in that chair for days.
 
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Eventually, you appeared in my apartment, materializing naked out of thin air. I couldn’t see you, but even through the haze of sensual torment, I could feel you. The sheer power of your presence pushed down on me like an all-encompassing erotic vice. My cock, already painfully hard and hyper-teased, felt like it was going to tear itself off my body to reach you.
 
You didn’t cease the spells as you stepped towards me. Despite the maddening sensations, your presence gave me something to focus on, and my thoughts haphazardly coalesced into a plea for mercy. I whimpered and shivered in my frozen state.
 
You watched me shake for a moment, then leaned down, and gave the tip of my cock a single lick. I screamed through my sealed lips, and my body seized up like I’d just been struck with a livewire! The spells were faint tickles compared to your direct touch!
 
I hated you. I hated you so much right then. I wanted to beat you. I wanted to break you. I wanted to hurt you in ways I’d get the death sentence for. I wanted to kill you!
 
And yet, I still wanted you. I missed you. I loved you. I couldn’t live without you. I wanted to be inside you, even more than I want to live!
 
You tasted my emotions, my utter desperation, and the arousal built within you. I could feel your excitement as your power pressed harder against me. You were already wet, and you straddled me on the chair. You said nothing, just watch my agonized expression as you slowly took me inside.
 
My world went white. Entering you was like entering a pure sexual Heaven and Hell simultaneously, so much pleasure, so good, yet so overwhelmingly intense. You didn’t even move, you just sat with me buried inside you, letting me simmer in the maelstrom of pleasure. Feeling my sensual agony was all it took to make you reach a quick orgasm of your own, while I remain denied, ground against the absolute screaming edge of release!
 
You stayed on me for a long time, holding me, cumming softly, burning my soul, shredding my mind, until I had no thoughts or feelings, save utter worship of you and the absolute need for release...
 
***
 
I came to in my bed. You were lying next to me, smoking a cigarette. I’m pretty sure it did nothing for you, but your ultimate power didn’t rid you of old habits. I swallowed hard as I struggled for what to say.
 
You glanced at me. “Welcome back.”
 
My jaw worked. I felt like I had so many things to say, but I couldn’t quite parse the right words. Finally, I just settled with, “You didn’t have to do that to me.”
 
“You didn’t have to say that stuff to me.”
 
“You left me.”
 
You took a long, thoughtful drag on your cigarette, then slowly blew the smoke into the air. It hovered for a moment, then vanished. “Yeah.”
 
My jaw clenched. “That’s all you got to say? Yeah?”
 
You glanced at me. “You expecting something else?”
 
For a moment, I could not believe what you were saying. I almost went on another tirade. But then, it hit me. Something in the way you looked at me right then maked everything crystal clear. You were not a woman anymore. You were a Goddess. And I was just the mortal schlub you used to fuck. I realized my error. A mortal should never be dismissive of a Goddess, even if she is to you.
 
“No.”
 
You nodded, took one last drag of on the cigarette, then flicked it into the air. It vanished, as did the rest of the smoke. You sat up, and I saw you were still naked. My cock, still rock hard this whole time, quivered with renewed tension as I was almost instantly entranced by your bare breasts. A dull ache made itself known deep in my balls. After all that, you still hadn’t made me cum.
 
You gestured toward my cock. “Tell you what. If you can make it ten strokes before you cum, I’ll keep you on my list. If not, you’ll never see me again.”
 
The fear of never touching you again filled me with dread. But I was so desperate for release, I couldn’t stop myself from immediately stroking. I fought with every ounce of willpower to last at least eleven strokes.
 
I lasted three. With a shout, I painted you from face to hips with my seed, in an orgasm so hard, it hurt! You just sat there and took every single shot, a smug expression on your face. You let me drench you in my cum, and you didn’t even flinch, as if to drive home just how powerless I was.
 
I finally finished and collapsed back onto the bed in a gasping, boneless sprawl. You gave me one last, cum-streaked smirk, and then you vanished, leaving my seed behind to splatter onto the sheets.
 
***
 
I haven’t seen or heard from you since. But maybe that’s a good thing. Mortal men who fuck Goddesses always end up in trouble over it. It’s still a powerful memory and fantasy, however. Every time I jerk off, I think of you, and dedicate my release to you, sometimes even calling your name. I’m sure you don’t care.
 
I may just be some guy you used to fuck, but you’re still my Goddess. It’s just for the best that I worship you from afar.