Serenity wrapped her lips around my erect phallus, making my whole body jerk in an instantaneous euphoria. No matter how many times she sucked my manhood, I could never get used to the incomprehensible feeling of it entering her soft mouth. I had never experienced oral sex meeting her, but I knew that no human attempt could create the bliss I was feeling.

Her saliva seemed to vibrate and change in temperature on the shaft and head, with a sweet sugary feeling sinking into my skin. Her mouth was softer than a summer breeze and as deliciously wet as the fruits that hung from the trees of our orchard, but the muscles in her cheeks and tongue were strong enough to crush stones and she could work them better than her own hands.

When my manhood entered her mouth, I could feel the strength of her muscles working on the shaft and sending the massage-like bliss all the way through my member. She sucked on my erect cock with such skill that it felt like she had forty tongues and they all were somehow rubbing against every exposed spot.

With Serenity lying on top of me, I buried my face in between the cheeks of her perfectly sculpted ass. I covered her very full (yet very well toned) thighs in kisses before sending my tongue up into her wet slit. The gorgeous nymph gave a muffled moan through my cock in her mouth as I sucked on the wet lips, savoring the taste of the nymph’s juices flowing from her gates of paradise.

As I slathered the inner-walls of her sweet body with my tongue, I worked my finger in an out of her anus, making her hum and purr. Eventually, she relinquished my manhood and sat up, letting me lick her anus. She gave a soft moan and squeezed her round breasts as she felt my tongue anally penetrate her voluptuous body.

“Oh Felix, I love your touch! I love feeling of you in my heart and in my body.” She moaned as she ran her fingers through her long lustrous hair.

“And I love the taste of your flawless body and your sweet soul. I love to sample the divine rejuvenation that you bless me with.” I replied as she moved off my face and gave me a tender kiss.

She shifted again, straddling my lap. She purred and hummed in arousal as she grinded the shaft of my cock against her wet slit. She wrapped her hands around the head and slowly guiding it in, shivering as it entered her. Chewing on her lips, she began to bounce up and down on my dick, driving it deep into her magic-enriched body. I wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up myself and slamming her back down with all of my strength. As Serenity bounced on my lap, I held out my tongue and licked her breasts, which were bouncing with the same enthusiasm as the nymph’s lust for sex.

After only a few minutes, Serenity gave a shrill moan as she had one of her magical orgasms, illuminating the tree chamber with her sexual aura. I pulled out of her and she quickly got on her hands and knees, shaking her rear with a coy smile on her face. I sat up and got behind her, stroking my ready cock. I pressed the head against her anus and pushed it in, making Serenity moan in ecstasy.

“Oh yes darling, just like that! Felix, I want you deep inside me!” She called out.

Taking the rhythm I had mastered over the years, I began slamming my cock into her tight asshole. The forest was filled with the clapping of her cheeks against my thighs as I drove my member as far up into her body as possible. As I stretched her anus as far as it could go, Serenity had her face buried in her elbow and was rubbing her pussy with her other hand, giving a rising moan with each thrust.

Finally, I looked up and groaned as I came, coupled with Serenity’s second orgasm. Thick streams of semen shot from the head of my cock, filling her anus until the white slime was overflowing. Her arms and legs buckled and she collapsed, rubbing her semen-filled anus.

“I love the feeling of you essence inside of me.” She purred. I laid down beside her and wrapped my arm around her slender waist.

“And I love the feeling of being able to hold you and be inside of you at the same time.” I replied as I kissed her neck. Her turquoise skin tasted so sweet, I couldn’t get enough of it. She then rolled over and kissed me, slipping her tongue between my lips.

“I never get tired or used to making love to you. Every time is just as magical and incredible as the first time.” She hummed. I smiled and placed my hand on the center of her chest, feeling her heartbeat.

“Me neither. I must admit that I am obsessed this beautiful body of yours. I’m so curious and I just want to keep exploring it. You are the most gorgeous thing that has ever blessed my eyes and I’m desperate to memorize every detail and secret. But every time, there is a new inch on your body that I want to study and admire for hours on end. I am haunted by the fact that I will never completely understand you, but that also relieves me, because every time we are intimate, I am surprised and amazed by something new.” I replied.

“Well you can never be sure, you might someday know everything about me. After all, we have the rest of eternity to spend together.” Serenity said softly before we both fell asleep.

Three years had passed since I arrived at the forest, and they were without a doubt, the greatest years of my life. Every day consisted of lounging in the shade of the trees, swimming in deep sections of the creek, and taking long strolls through the woods while basking in the sun. Every night consisted of dancing in the moonlight or sleeping in out small tree chamber, pressed tightly together under the warmth of our blanket. My diet was entirely made up of the addictively sweet fruit that hung from the branches of every tree. They supplied all the nutrients I required and I never grew tired of them. I would gorge myself on them until I was filled to the brim, and then curse the fact that I could not eat any more.

It was a very simple life, one without any exertion of obstacles. Every moment was filled with unending happiness and relaxation. It was in all sense a perfect life, and with the help of Serenity’s healing powers, it was a perfect life that would never end.

The sun was shining brightly as we walked along the shallow creek, picking up pretty stones. In a life where there are no obstacles or hardships, Serenity and I sought playful challenges in abstract art, taking small pieces of nature and rearranging them to create works to represent nature as a whole. My old clothes had been replaced with a new outfit of the same silky material as Serenity’s and our bed sheets. Serenity’s hair was adorned with flowers and she was carrying a basket of interwoven vines.

“Oh, this one is perfect.” She said sweetly as she picked up a piece of mica, perfect for the collage she was working on.

Just as I was about to speak, the sound of a twig snapping reached my ears. My whole body became rigid as three years of relaxation were pushed aside by my military training.

“Serenity, scan the area, I think we aren’t alone.” I said softly, trying to be nonchalant. Serenity looked at me with worry on her face.

“There can’t be anyone here. Everyone and everything beneath the sunlight and moonlight is under my watch. No one could have possibly entered this forest without me noticing. It was probably just a squirrel you heard.” She replied as she stood up.

“Please, just give one thorough search.” I muttered as I finally looked around, scanning for any movement. Serenity closed her eyes, focusing her mind on her outsight to examine the forest for any intruders. She finally gave a sigh and opened her eyes.

“There is nothing, we are the only ones here.” She said reassuringly. While my mind was put at ease, my muscles did not relax.

“Sorry, I just always worry about us. After all, this is just a small forest out in the wilderness, not a sacred garden on Mt. Olympus.” I mused.

“Well you can be at peace, as this forest is our private Eden.” She said sweetly. Just as the words passed her sweet lips, an arrow shot past my face, grazing my cheek. With blood running down my neck, I grabbed Serenity’s wrist and we ducked down behind the bushes along the creek.

“What is going on, I thought you said you didn’t see anyone?” I cursed.

“I didn’t and I still don’t, something must be blocking my sight.” She replied with her voice filled with fear.

Behind us, I could hear over almost half a dozen sets of feet hitting the ground, coming towards us. This wasn’t just a stray hunter or explorer, this was a group with the intention of search and capture or search and destroy. Whoever it was, I would die before letting them harm Serenity.

“Come on, and stay close.” I said as Serenity and I got to our feet.

We sprinted along the side of creek with arrows flying past us. With every step, I could feel my body returning to its original strength. Even after three years of relaxation, my muscles had not forgotten the strain of battle and my reflexes had not dulled to the demands of fighting. The Felix that been living in peace was stepping aside, and the Felix that was originally a Trojan war-hero was returning to fight.

Up ahead of us, a soldier stepped out of the brush with a sword in his hand. From the plate designs of his bronze armor and the shape of his helm, I instantly recognized him as soldier from Mycenae. It wasn’t too long ago that I would slaughter over a hundred of them in each battle…

I charged ahead of Serenity and the soldier lashed out with his sword, trying to deliver a one-hit kill. I dodged the clumsy stab, knocked his arm aside, and tackled him. I knocked him to the ground and pinned him. Before he could try and slash me with his sword or grab a stone from the creek, I snapped his neck by slamming him in the jaw with my palm. I stood up and retrieved his sword. While the shape and weight was different from my old Trojan sword, my body recognized the form and function upon contact. Serenity stared at me with wide eyes as I slashed the air, familiarizing myself with the art of swordplay.

“When we run, stay close. When I fight, stay back.” I instructed. Serenity nodded and grasped my hand. We ran into the woods, keeping our senses open to the presence of enemy soldiers.

“I can’t see them at all with my outsight. Somehow they are blocking my vision completely.” Serenity cursed with worry.

“Then how about we find our why…” I cursed through gritted teeth.

I then released Serenity’s hand as I spotted four soldiers up ahead, standing in a clearing. Following my instructions, Serenity slowed down and I increased my speed, jumping into the clearing and surprising the soldiers. Without the slightest hesitation, I slashed the throat of the first, sending a fountain of blood from the laceration.

I then turned and blocked a slash from another soldier, responding in kind by sidestepping behind him and lopping off his head. I quickly stepped back, dodging the arrow from the third soldier. Before he could draw another one, I shattered his bow with a wide slash and drove the tip of the sword straight through his chest, managing to pierce his armor with my full strength.

I looked back at the forth soldier as he pulled out a horn to the signal the rest in the area. Just as he began the call, I knocked the horn out of his hand and then stabbed upwards, piercing him in the lower jaw and driving upwards until my sword burst through the top of his skull and knocked off his helm.

I let loose a howl of pain as an arrow shot through the air and stabbed my shoulder, piercing the muscle and flesh with ease. Serenity stifled a scream at the sight of my injury and the blood streaming from it. Gritting my teeth, I ripped out the arrow and turned to see the approaching crowd of Mycenaean soldiers. There were over two-dozen of them, all armed and ready.

“For Serenity, for my family, and for the city of Troy, I will kill all of you!” I roared at the top of my lungs.

The first soldier jumped out into the clearing and tried to stab me with his spear. I ducked to the side and stepped forward, stabbing him through the gut and making him cough up blood. I grabbed the soldier’s spear as he fell to the ground and used it to stab the next that entered my range of killing. Running him through, I stabbed him in the chest and slammed him into a tree, lodging the blade in the trunk and pinning him there.

The third soldier charged with a large battleaxe, swinging from the side with enough force to cleave me in half. Sending all my strength to my legs, I jumped over the attack and stabbed him between the shoulder and the neck, killing him in a single blow.

As he fell to the ground, an arrow launched by the fourth soldier struck my palm, bursting out of the back of my hand. Ignoring my agony and the blood streaming from my fingers, I charged towards him before he could reload. I swung my hand, stabbing him in the eye with the tip of the arrow. With the soldier screaming in pain, I ripped my hand off and then slammed the arrow, forcing it all the way into his skull and ripping away his life.

I turned and raised my sword above my head, bringing it down on a soldier with a shield and a spear. He blocked the attack with his shield, and before he could respond with a spear thrust, I swung my hand in front of him, spraying his face with blood and blinding him. He staggered back, trying to wipe the blood from his face. With that quick opportunity, I slashed his throat and gave it a wide bloody smile. With red fluid flying from the soldier’s throat, I ripped off his shield and threw it, sending it flying like a giant discuss and striking an oncoming soldier in the head. Even with his helmet on, the blow shattered his skull.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth all charged towards me, armed only with swords. Snarling and roaring like an animal, I carved them all down without mercy. I pierced the armor of the sixth with a stab as if it was made of parchment and then I cleaved off the arm of the seventh and grabbed his sword while he bled to death. Using the two swords, I blocked the coordinated attacks of the eight and ninth, kicked the eighth to knock him back, and then beheaded the ninth with a twin-scissor slash. With the eight still on the ground, I raised my swords above my head and stabbed down into his chest, tearing through his lungs and soaking the ground with blood.

Soldier after soldier charged towards me with the intent of murder, but with a sword in each hand and the thought of protecting Serenity in my heart, I slaughtered them all without hesitation or opposition. As I tore through the armor of my nineteenth victim and slashed him from shoulder to hip, I lurched forward in pain and looked down. An arrow had pierced my chest, driving through my body and passing just under my heart.

“Felix!” Serenity screamed.

Ignoring the injury, I slashed the throat of my twentieth enemy, sending yet another fountain of blood flying into the air. Another arrow was launched, striking me in the gut. I staggered back with blood pouring from my mouth. I looked up and spotted the soldier that had launched the arrows. His friends were running past him, taking advantage of my injury.

With what little strength I had, I stabbed the first that came close, managing to pierce his heart, but lacking the power to send it driving through the back of his armor. A third arrow was launched, stabbing me through my right lung. Barely able to stand on my feet, I could not stop the rest of the soldiers from delivering their attacks. With swords and spears, they stabbed me through the torso, attacking from all angles. With every organ torn to shreds, I could do nothing but shout in frustration and vomit blood.

Knowing that I could no longer fight, the soldiers pulled their weapons out and let me fall out of the ground. With my mind falling into darkness and my body refusing to respond, I was unable to help Serenity as the soldiers grabbed her, tying her up and dragging the sobbing nymph away.

For the second time in my life, I had failed to protect what was important to me. No matter what I did and how hard I fought, I could not keep those that I loved safe. And this time, the strength to run was not in me. As my blood soaked the ground and my eyelids slowly sank, a bright flash filled my senses.

The sky was filled with golden clouds, moving faster across the blue abyss than a stampeding horse fleeing from hungry wolves. I took a deep shuddering breath, realizing that I was alive. Had that really happened, or had it only been a bad dream? I looked at my chest and had the breath ripped from my lungs as I saw the amount of blood that soaked my shirt. My wounds had disappeared, but the blood was still wet. It had really happened, and that meant…

“Serenity!” I called out as I bolted to my feet and stepped forward.

The ground didn’t greet the bottom of my foot and my whole body instantly panicked as I began to fall. I looked down and almost swallowed my tongue at the scene below me. I was flying through the sky, several miles above the safety of solid ground. A hand reached out behind me and pulled me back before I could fall off of whatever surface I was standing on.

“Easy noble Trojan, I didn’t save your life so that you could fall to your doom.” A deep voice said.

I turned around, facing a man with clothes of silk and blond hair. He and I were riding through the sky on a chariot of solid gold, pulled by four horses made entirely of condensed fire. My eyes had to be deceiving me, for there was no way the man that had just pulled be back from a terrifying death could be who I thought he was.

“Is it possible… are you really Helios?” I gasped.

“Well I am certainly not that brat Apollo. I am indeed Helios, the god of the sun and moon. I am also the father of Serenity, as you well know.” He nodded.

“Serenity, what happened to her?!” I demanded.

“That is what you will learn from the others.” He said, obviously trying to hide his fear and worry.

“From the others, you mean the rest of the gods?” I asked with my voice shaking.

“But of course. Welcome Felix, to Mt. Olympus!” He called as he held out his arm.

I looked ahead and my jaw sank so low that it was almost ripped from my skull. With the sun shining on the sea of clouds and giving them a golden shade, a colossal temple of diamond and marble was built into the summit of the tallest mountain in the world, Mt. Olympus. The temple was decorated with statues of the gods and surrounded by courtyards containing entire geographical areas. Fields, forests, and even lakes were all being held in creases of the colossal mountain, held up so high that no one on the ground could ever see them

The courtyards were filled with the mystical creatures of legend, all living peacefully in their Eden. Winged horses flew between gargantuan pillars, the Ceryneian Hind grazed in a sunlit field, the Laelaps was lying in the shade of a tree while chewing on a bone, several hundred phoenixes were all perched in a small forest, with each tree charred from the death and rebirth of the birds, and the Teumessian Fox could see seen wandering among the cliffs.

Helios and I passed through a towering gate of solid glass and the golden chariot came to a halt on the marble floor.

“Come with me, Zeus and the others need to speak with you.” Helios said as he stepped off the chariot and walked down a glowing hallway. In utter astonishment at what he had just said, it took me a moment to shake myself awake and follow him.

Helios led me to a large set of doors, both made of sterling silver. With a flick of his wrist, Helios opened the doors without touching them and brought me through. We entered a circular room with every surface made of a precious mineral, jewel, or metal. The walls were lined with thrones, and sitting in each was a god or goddess. Without having ever seen them before, I could instantly identify deities like Athena, Zeus, Poseidon, Apollo, and all others. I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was actually in the presence of the gods. I would have normally bowed, but my mind was too fixated on Serenity.

“Felix, son of Clemens, welcome to Mt. Olympus.” Zeus said with a booming voice. He had white hair, a long beard, and a wreath around his head.

“Thank you, sir.” I said humbly.

“We have brought you here because we all share a common enemy and a common purpose. We need your help Felix.” Poseidon said as he spun his trident in his hand.

“What do you need my help with?” I asked with confusion.

“You know of Agamemnon, correct?” Zeus asked. My heart was instantly filled with anger.

“Yes, the king of Mycenae. He started the war with Troy after Helen left the king of Sparta and fell in love with Paris. It is because of him that my family is dead.” I swore.

“The war was never over his brother losing his wife or for political reasons. He was after an artifact within Troy, and the war was just a ruse to get it.” Zeus explained.

“What artifact?” I asked.

“The Palladium, the wooden statue that should have won Troy the war. It had the ability to protect a city from enemies and ensure victory. It was why Troy lasted as long as it did.” He answered.

“Why was he after it? Did he want it to strengthen his own city?” I asked, trying to imagine what the link was between the sacred statue of Pallas and Serenity being captured.

“No, he wanted what was inside of the statue. You and your fellow Trojans originally believed that it was I that created the statue and sent it down from the heavens, but that is not truly what happened.” The goddess Athena muttered.

“Only recently did we find out what the Palladium truly was and who created it. It was vessel to hold and protect a dangerous artifact. The powers imbued in the statue protect whatever city is its home, in order for the city to protect the statue and what it held, so that the artifact within could not be taken and used.

The one who created the statue was Pandora, and the artifact is her cursed box. It is the darkest and most powerful object in the world and Agamemnon somehow found out about it, even when we did not know the secret of the statue.” Poseidon interrupted.

“But what does that have to do with Serenity?” I asked.

“Pandora’s Box is pure malevolent evil, and I curse the day that I made it. Over the years, the vessel has aged and become more tempered. The darkness within it has grown more powerful than I would have imagined. Even without being opened, it has the strength to affect the world around it with its deathly influence. However, at the cost of this increase in strength, you could say it is being crushed under the weight of its own power.

The box could originally only be opened by a mere human with the innocence of curiosity, light being used to set free darkness. But now that the box has become more powerful, it requires sacrifice to be opened, something more pure than a curious human.”

“So it needs a nymph…” I gasped.

“Not just any nymph, but the most powerful nymph alive. Of all the nymphs in the world, Serenity is the most pure and mystical. Even after being intimate with you, she is still far more pure than even a virgin human. You have seen the healing abilities that she possesses and the way that all life reacts to her. I loved her mother with all of my heart, and she was born from that love and my power.

For three years, he’s been hunting down nymphs and sacrificing them to the box, trying to get it to open. Only by rumor of the fruits in Serenity’s orchard did he ever learn of her exceptional powers. He wants to open the box in the hope that he can wield its power and rule over all in existence.” Helios muttered through gritted teeth.

“If that box is opened again, the world as you know it will end. Not even we can stop it if its evil is set loose.” Zeus said with his voice full of dread.

“Even if you can’t stop the box, can’t you at least stop it from being opened? Can’t you go down to the human world and stop Agamemnon yourselves?” I asked in desperation.

“No, for Pandora’s Box isn’t the only artifact he got as a spoil of war. He also stole the Apple of Discord, the apple that started the argument that led to the war itself. With the dark energy radiating from the box, Agamemnon was able to change the nature of the apple. Originally, it only affected goddesses and made them argue, now it is so powerful that it repels all gods and can even drain them of their powers. If we were to enter Mycenae, we would be weaker than regular humans. We need you to stop him.” Zeus said.

“Why me?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Because in the Trojan War, you were one of the finest warriors alive. You were in league with Hector, Paris, and even Achilles. It is in sieges like the Trojan War that legends are made, and you are the last legend still alive. You are one of the finest fighters in the world, and what separates you from all others is the fact that now, you truly have something to fight for. You can fight with vengeance in your mind and my daughter in your heart.” Helios said, frustrated that he could not save her himself.

“Then I will do it, but there are still answers that I seek. How is it that Serenity was not able to see the soldiers of Mycenae, and how is it that you didn’t know of Agamemnon’s plans until now?” I stated in confidence.

“Because he is a retched thief.” A course voice swore. I looked to the back of the room and saw a man step out of a shadow as dark as night. His skin was deathly pale and he was wearing dark clothes that looked like rotting animal skins.

“Hades…” I muttered in fear.

“On his way home from the ruins of Troy, he managed to sneak into my realm while I was busy dealing with all of the dead from the end of the war. While I was distracted, he stole my helmet of invisibility. Using the box that my brother so foolishly created and forgot about, he changed its nature as well. Now the helmet’s power can affect those that aren’t even wearing it, and not even we can see them from our realms. But at the cost of this change, gods and regular humans when face-to-face can see those that are under its affects.

Agamemnon knew we would be watching him after the war so he had the nerve to personally steal from me!” He spat. I turned back to Zeus.

“You will be facing the entire city of Mycenae on your own, but you will not be unarmed.” He hummed.

On cue, Poseidon slammed his trident down on the floor. Ten feet away from where I was standing, the marble tiles opened and three pedestals rose up, each topped with an artifact. On the first was a golden single-edged sword with a weighted end for hacking that was tempered off to a sharp tip for stabbing, on the second was round shield with a surface of goatskin and edges lined with golden tassels, and on the third was a cape of lion skin.

“The blade is the Sword of Peleus; it grants the user unstoppable strength throughout his body and the weapon itself never breaks and never dulls. The shield is the Aegis; it is layered with hide of a goat from my foster-mother and I used it in my battle against the titans. Like the sword, it will never break or sustain damage. The cape is the Nemean Lion Hide, and it will increase your durability to the point where getting slammed in the chest with a war hammer wouldn’t even crack a rib and a sword slash across the back would barely draw a bead of blood. With these three weapons, you will be able to fend off the armies of Mycenae when you storm the city, and you will be able to fight on even ground against Agamemnon with Pandora’s Box.” Zeus explained.

“What should I do with the artifacts in Agamemnon’s possession after I defeat him?” I asked with my body shaking with excitement.

“Use this.” Hades said as he threw an object from a pocket of his cloak. I caught it an examined it closely. It was a thick metal spike, covered in incantations and topped with a small skull.

“Plant this in the ground and it will open up a portal to my realm. The Apple of Discord, Pandora’s Box, and my Helm of Invisibility will be pulled in, along with that retched thief. The helm will be back in my possession, the artifacts will be dropped in the river Styx and lost forever, and Agamemnon will burn for eternity in my realm. Just make sure you use it when the box isn’t open and he isn’t holding it, or he might able to stop it.” He cursed.

“So Felix, will you slay Agamemnon for us?” Zeus asked. In reply, I ripped off my blood-soaked shirt and put on the lion skin cape.

“If it meant rescuing Serenity, I would slay everyone in the world.” I snarled.

Serenity dangled naked in the Mycenaean throne room, hanging from a chandelier by her wrists. Sitting on the floor below her was a goblet, half-full of her tears. She was wrapped in a glowing aura that was protecting her from the toxicity of the world outside her forest, but that wasn’t all it was protecting her from.

Agamemnon was sitting in his thrown, with his hand over the jet-black jar of Pandora. The vessel was wrapped in a dark fog and seemed to emit the sound of deep chanting. Under normal circumstances, prolonged exposure to the box would result in death, but Agamemnon had kept the vessel around him for so long that his body had almost adapted to its evil. However, anyone that looked at him would know he was experiencing heavy negative affects.

His skin was deathly pale, in contrast to the black swollen veins that bulged just below the surface. His hair was little more than scraggly white wire, while his eyes had an icy blue shade, but were so sunken in his skull that it gave him a demonic gaze. He hadn’t slept in over a year and his blood was dark and thick with sickly evil, but his strength was far beyond human limitations and his endurance was in whole other leagues. He was no longer living, but neither was he dead. He was a dark abomination. Up above his throne were the Apple of Discord and Helmet of Hades, both twisted by the power of Pandora’s Box and protecting Agamemnon from the sight and wrath of the gods.

As he stared at Serenity’s naked body, he couldn’t help but lick his lips. She was the most beautiful and voluptuous nymph he had ever seen and he desperately wished to ravage her. For as long as he had been hunting nymphs, he and his men loved to rape them as well. While the violation of their purity almost always killed them like poison and prolonged the search for a way to open Pandora’s Box, they all agreed it was worth it.

But Serenity was different; she was much more powerful. The aura that was wrapped around her was known as the Nymph’s Shade and it protected her from the outside world. Nymphs could never leave the place they were born, but if they did or were taken away, they would prolong death until their return with the Nymph’s Shade. But Serenity’s Shade had taken a whole other purpose; it was protecting her from touch.

The second Serenity had been captured, the Mycenaean soldiers had tried to violate her, but were frustrated with the discovery that they could not touch her skin. The energy of her Nymph’s Shade had condensed and hardened into a solid membrane that was as hard as glass and strong enough so that it could not be broken. Her skin could not be touched in any way, meaning that she could not be violated or entered and semen and saliva would just burn off like water on hot metal before it could even make contact.

The throne room was almost pitch-black, for all windows were covered and only a few torches and lanterns were burning. The room reeked of blood and rotting flesh and the floor was covered in bones and half-eaten bodies. Not long after Agamemnon came back from the war, he stopped eating fruits vegetables all together. A year later, he was a ferocious cannibal that would rape and kill his prey before eating them. His personal assistants had to search the city of Mycenae for orphans and homeless people to throw to him.

One of his personal assistants walked through the dark room, kicking aside the bones and pieces of human flesh in his way. He was a very sadistic man, also taking pleasure in torture and rape, especially when it came to nymphs. Like his king, he couldn’t help but lick his lips and stare at Serenity’s beautiful naked body.

“It won’t be long now, she’ll only be able to keep her Nymph’s Shade going for another few hours.” He hummed.

“Yes, once that membrane finally breaks, I’ll be able to sacrifice her to Pandora’s Box. Of all the nymphs in the world, she is the one that will be able to open it.” Agamemnon chuckled.

“It’s strange that she refuses to lower her Shade. Doesn’t she know that the stronger she makes it, the less time she has to live? She would rather die early than let us sample her body…” His assistant replied.

“I think that is what she wants. She wants to die early and die untainted. The soldiers told me that they encountered a man with her in the forest and that she was crying when they killed him. She obviously loved him, and wants to join him in the afterlife without having been violated. It’s so pitifully sweet.” Agamemnon growled.

The doors at the end of the throne room opened and a soldier stepped in, instantly averting his gaze so that he wouldn’t have to look at his demonic king or the half-eaten bodies that littered the floor.

“My king, there are reports of a man being lowered from the sky in a golden chariot at the outskirts of the city.” He stated nervously.

“Ha! It looks like the gods have finally found a messenger boy to thwart me. I will not let one man ruin my plans; send every soldier in the city to kill him! I want you to bring me his severed head so that I can force this nymph-whore to look into the eyes of the man who died for her!” Agamemnon laughed sadistically.

I stepped off of Helios’ chariot at the outskirts of Mycenae. In the distance, I could see Agamemnon’s palace, sitting beneath twisting black clouds. The entire city was like an overturned anthill as the citizens locked themselves in their homes and soldiers were brought into formation to apprehend me. On my left arm was the Aegis Shield, in my right hand was the Peleus Sword, and hanging from my neck was the Nemean Lion Skin.

“This is as close as I can bring you, the power of the Apple of Discord won’t let me enter the city.” Helios said as I cricked my neck.

“Thank you.” I said simply.

“Do not thank me, just please save my daughter.” He nodded before taking off. I nodded in return and turned back to the city.

“AGAMEMNON!” I roared at the top of my lungs.

I then bolted forward, sprinting into the city as fast as I could. With the Sword of Peleus increasing my strength and stamina, I was able to run twice as fast as before. As I zoomed down the streets of Mycenae, I could hear the shouts of soldiers as they all swarmed towards my position.

Up ahead, a line of soldiers blocked off the street and turned to face me with their bows raised. In perfect synchronicity, they all launched their arrows, sending the barrage of bolts flying down the muddy street towards me. I didn’t slow down or raise my shield as the arrows whistled through the air and bounced off my skin. With the Nemean Lion Skin increasing my endurance to superhuman levels, the arrows were less harmful than bee stings.

With a challenging roar, I raised my sword above my hand and then slammed it down onto the ground. From the force of the impact, a devastating shockwave erupted from the point of contact, surging outwards in all directions. Carts along the sides of the street were ripped to pieces, buildings shattered into storms of splinters and shrapnel, and the soldiers were all knocked off their feet with bone-breaking force.

Without missing a beat, I jumped over them and continued onward, facing my next challenge. Fifty feet away, several dozen soldiers had filled the street and were charging towards me with their shields raised and their spears drawn. I ducked down behind my shield and increased my speed, slamming into the mob headfirst. Their spears instantly shattered against the power of the Aegis shield, and any that weren’t destroyed were deflected or missed me completely.

The soldiers were thrown back by my enhanced strength, and with that opportunity, I began hacking and slashing with my sword. With a monstrous snarl, I carved down all the soldiers in my path, cutting through and piercing their armor as of they were all garbed in parchment. Blood filled the air with every slash and every stab, as I would send the Peleus Sword driving through their hearts and lungs or slash them from shoulder to hip and tear open their ribcages with ease.

As I moved deeper and deeper into the horde, the soldiers began to attack me from all sides, trying to attack from some exposed angle. While my magic-enhanced skin protected me from harm, few could even make it past my sword and shield as I fought with every last drop and shred of experience from the Trojan War.

Five years of fighting were all flashing through my mind, with memories of all I had killed mixing with the image of those currently dying before me. In my mind, I was invincible, and no one could challenge me. In the past, I was practically a legend in the city of Troy, and now that legend had returned to wreck havoc upon the enemy of my old home.

As the battle progressed, more and more soldiers were being drawn from throughout the city. In a matter of minutes, the entire Mycenaean army was grouped around me, with every soldier reaching out in the hopes of delivering the lethal strike that would turn them into heroes. But no matter how many stepped up, they could not overcome the power of the Olympian weapons.

Every slash or stab they delivered barely managed to break the skin, every attack that I blocked cause my enemy’s weapon to shatter when it touched the Aegis Shield, and every strike I dished out with the Sword of Peleus carried with it the strength to rip entire soldiers in half.

I moved through the city at the same speed as a runner carrying a message, hacking away at every soldier in my path without a moment’s hesitation or drain of time. To kill multiple soldiers at once, I would slash the air with all my strength and send a crescent blade of compressed wind that had the power to rip over dozens of soldiers at a time, or stab the ground with the tip and create a seismic shockwave that would level the entire area.

In just a couple hours, I had slain several thousand soldiers, and the rest were fleeing the city in fear for their lives. I staggered up the front steps of the Mycenaean palace, gasping for air and completely exhausted. After all the men I had just killed, I barely had the strength to walk, and even with the Nemean Lion Skin increasing my endurance, I was covered in blood from all of the slashes I had sustained in battle. They were shallow, but every inch of exposed skin burned. I fell to my knees, trying to catch the breath that would not return.

‘So tired… I can’t move…’ I thought to myself.

Collapsed to the ground without a single spark of energy within me. But when I hit the ground, I landed awkwardly with my sword beneath me. The tip of the magic blade had poked my side and blood was slowly streaming out. The pain of the knick brought up memories of when I first met Serenity, and how she healed my wounds with her tears. The image of her beautiful face and the sound of her sweet voice echoed through my mind, reigniting the flames within my heart.

“No, I refuse to let Serenity die. I refuse to let the one I love lose her life because I am too weak. I refuse to stand by while all that I care about is taken away from me.” I cursed as I pushed myself back up onto my knees. I slowly got back on my feet, ignoring the aching tiredness in my body.

“SERENITY!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

My voice echoed through the halls of the Mycenaean palace, carrying the single word all the way to the throne room. Hanging from the ceiling with her Nymph’s Shade dwindling, Serenity’s tears ceased their steady fall. Her eyes widened as she heard her name and recognized my voice. She thought she had seen me die, but there was no way she would mistake my voice.

WARNING… This is an “Erotic” Science Fantasy story. If you are offended by commonly used sexual words and graphic descriptions of various sexual acts then stop reading this now.


There are countless Alternative Universes, ranging from ones that are almost indistinguishable from our own, to ones that are totally unrecognisable from our own. Somewhere/time in the middle of these possibilities; is a Universe where there are special people with special abilities. On this particular version of Earth, the background radiation has produced a range of humans with strange powers. As humans everywhere, some of these people used their powers for self-interest and the accumulation of personal power. Thankfully there were also those who chose to use their special powers to help others, and protect the vast mass of normal humans against the selfish and greedy ones. These people, men and women, are known as Superheroes. They justify their existence by fighting the Supervillians.

The rules are simple If the Super heroines win, the bad guys go to jail. If the bad guys win, the Super heroine gets raped.

Featuring Shiva and Angel Shiva had received a message from the Special Agent that had taken Mist’s recorder for analysis. There was a note that accompanied a transcript of part of the conversations of the terrorists. Shiva read this note and then read the transcript, by the time she had finished reading this her normally placid countenance was almost snarling with suppressed rage.

The transcript of the terrorist’s conversations was chilling; it proved that the Super humans were being targeted specifically. All terrorist cells were kept separate, and usually this meant that one cell didn’t know what the next cell was up to.

However men being men; one of them couldn’t help but brag about the women that they had captured, and the fun that they had with them before they were executed. The Note expressed the sorrow and regrets of the NSA as regards the deaths of these girls and suggested that the Super humans investigated this story and retrieved the bodies of the girls for burial.

Shilpa did something unheard of, ‘Fuck it, this is my responsibility they are my girls and I will be the one to clean up this mess,’ she swore. Shiva knew more than any other about the Super humans. The Government knew a great deal but not everything. Shiva made an executive decision and decided to visit one of the Super humans most closely guarded secrets. She contacted Verity and asked her to meet with her at the care home where Catharine lived.

Catharine was a Super human female with a very singular power. She could travel in time and space by the sheer power of her mind. Tell her any moment in time and she could jump you there. She had agreed to transport Shiva back in time and space to the location of the terrorists in an attempt to rescue the four girls before they were killed.

With Verity’s ‘Good luck,’ in her ears Shiva vanished back into time. Shiva appeared in a small copse of trees, the farm was in sight. She stripped off her distinctive golden costume and donned her street clothes. She now looked like what she in fact was, a small girl of Indian extraction. Slightly built, apart from the trademark large breasts of the female Super human. Long black hair and striking blue eyes, all wrapped up in a floppy jumper and jeans.

Shilpa had thought of and discarded various plans on the way, and had finally decided to try the straightforward approach. She would walk up to the front door and ask for directions to the nearest town. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, as she crunched her way up the long gravelled driveway to the farmhouse front door. After all her subterfuge it seemed as if there was no one in residence, and although she knocked loudly there was no response.

Shilpa thought she heard a noise coming from the rear of the building, and walked around to the back. There was a large barn with crates of milk churns stacked outside its double doors.

The terrorists were all young men and discipline had become lax due to the fact that the farm was very isolated. Had it not been for the intelligence gathered by Mist they would never have been discovered. Also like all young men forced to stay isolated they were very horny and were unable to believe their luck at the particular mission they were involved with.

Their leaders had heard the rumours about the effects of imbibing the milk of superhuman females. It was said that if a normal human drank the breast milk of a super human then they would temporarily gain the same powers as the super human. If true this would be another weapon to use against America and it’s allies.

The main problem would be to capture such super human females in the first place. They had already almost lost a complete cell by foolishly trying to capture Amazon. The leaders had reasoned that with her strength they could increase the effectiveness of their agents ten fold.

However as in making rabbit pie the first step is always to catch your rabbit. Amazon was no rabbit as the gang discovered when they ambushed her on patrol one night. She had been striding down a dark ally when six men jumped her. She liked to walk down dark alleys, as it was almost certain that she would find trouble and Amazon loved to find trouble.

As they wanted her alive there were no guns used which guaranteed they were going to get hammered. With a scream of pure joy she hurled herself into the gang and laid about her. As the men were normal humans and unarmed, she restrained herself by simply slapping everyone in reach. Being slapped by Amazon’s iron hard hands was like being hit with a oak plank and men were flying backwards stunned and bleeding from broken noses.

Within a frantic minute she was standing over a heap of groaning bodies. Using her cell phone, she called the cops who took the injured men away for questioning. However they’re training in keeping silent held; and they were eventually fined and released back into the population. This experience had made them anti Super human, and they longed to get their revenge.

The wiser heads in the terrorist organisation had decided to advertise on the Internet for all those new Super humans to join a help and advice Website. This was working well and as new Super human females joined the site they were eventually lured to a secluded place where they were drugged and taken to the farm for processing.

Their catch so far consisted of four girls, their powers were flight, speed, sonic blast and one girl who could stay immersed for over an hour without needing to breathe. They had kept these girls sedated and tried to express milk from their breasts but with no success.

It was then that additional information reached them informing them that in order to lactate the girls had to be deflowered and their wombs filled with sperm. This would initiate the allergic type reaction in their bodies that would cause their breasts to lactate.

One of the girls was named Jane, and although she was kept drugged she was still aware of her breasts hurting. They were bruised and sore, where the men had been squeezing her nipples trying to get milk out of them. Jane was a virgin, and there had been no chance that her breasts had any milk in them. However that hadn’t stopped the men from playing with her large soft breasts, and squeezing her nipples until she moaned in pain.

Her power had manifested at puberty, and had been growing ever since. It was Super speed, and she had hidden it as best she could for fear of being ostracised by her friends for being a freak. The strain of consciously having to slow her speed down was making her miserable. She had discovered a Website that held out hope of helping her, and had become involved.

She had met the organisers at a Motel, and after drinking a beer had fallen asleep. Jane had regained consciousness at the farm. All four of the girls had been kept lightly drugged and naked, in a shed next to the main farmhouse. Up till this point the leader of the group had forbidden his men to have sex with the girls.

This was not due to any desire to protect the girls; it was simply a way in which he could enforce his power over his men. The terrorist cell used code names instead of real names to protect their identities. The leader was referred to as Racoon, and he was a fundamentalist of the strictest form of his religion.

He regarded women as only one step higher than animals, and treated them accordingly. He had no feelings whatever for the girls, as he planned on executing them once their mission was completed. This all changed upon the new information and he relished raping these soft western women. However he could still pick whom he wanted to do the actual raping of the girls.

Jane had been given to a thin man with the burning eyes of the zealot. He was named Hawk and despised anyone who wasn’t of his faith and treated all women with distain. He was pleased when the leader chose him above the others to humiliate the western girl and tied her down over a table.

It was fortunate in a way that Jane was drugged, as it made her defloration less traumatic than it would have been if she was wide awake and alert. Even though she was drugged it still hurt as he thrust himself into her virgin vagina, and pounded away at her making her breasts bounce from the force of his assault. It had been a long time since he had fucked a woman, and within a minute he was pumping his cum deep into her abused womb.

To make sure that Jane was well filled with semen, Racoon told two more of the men to rape her as well. They did so with wild enthusiasm, and when they had finished their cum was running out of Jane’s vagina and pooling on the floor between her naked legs. The other three girls were then raped in a similar manner, and then they were all thrown back into the shed and locked in.

The next day they were again tied down and raped, this time the leader watched as his men fucked the girls up the ass. He was determined that their every hole should be filled with male semen, and loved to watch the faces of the girls as they were buggered in front of him and the men.

Jane was not the only girl to scream in pain, as her virgin anus was cruelly stretched by the men’s rampant cocks. Their abasement was still not complete, as the next day they were made to suck the men’s cocks until their mouths were filled with cum. They were ordered to swallow all of it, on pain of a whipping if any semen ran down their chins onto their naked breasts. The repeated rapes had broken their spirits, and all the girls dutifully sucked and swallowed as ordered.

After a week of this constant sexual abuse, Jane felt her breasts becoming heavier as they started to fill with milk. One morning when the leader roughly squeezed her breast, he saw a drop of milk ooze out of her swollen nipple. He was relieved to see this, as he was beginning to believe that this story about Super human breast milk was just a myth. At last there was some small proof that the theory was valid.

He ordered that all the girls be thoroughly raped again. After checking their food and water rations, he locked them in the shed again. They spent that night as they had spent the previous ones, huddled up to each other for warmth and some comfort. The other three girls looked to Jane for comfort, as she seemed to be the strongest of the four.

The next morning all the girl’s nipples were leaking milk. Racoon took great pleasure in squeezing a small amount of this milk from each girl and labelling it, before sending the samples to a laboratory run by friends of the terrorists for analysis.

The next day he received orders that the girls were to be well fed and watered, in order to ensure they could produce sufficient breast milk for human testing. Jane and the girls were so hungry that they tore into the food and drink provided and then fell into a deep sleep. The food had been drugged again, and they awoke to find themselves strapped into the stalls where the farms cows had been penned whilst being milked.

To the girls horror the suction pads of the milking machines were attached to their nipples, and the machines began to suck their milk from their breasts. All the girls’ breasts were full of milk, and the machines suction drained their breasts steadily until they were empty and their nipples were sore from the intense suction.

Each girl had produced about a pint of milk and then they were un-strapped from the milking machine, and thrown back into the shed to eat drink and sleep. The leader had been authorised to experiment with one of the samples, to see if the milk did indeed impart the powers of the donor to the imbiber.

He had labelled the bottles with the names and powers of the donors, and was sitting at the table deciding which power to try out. He had no interest in making a noise or holding his breath, so that left flight or speed. Like all normal humans he had always dreamt of being able to fly, and so chose the sample from Sandra the flyer.

With a prayer to Allah for protection from devils, he swallowed the entire bottle and sat still trying to feel if there were any changes happening to his body. After repeated raping the girls had told their captors everything they knew about their powers, and how to implement them. The leader knew he should relax and think of getting lighter and floating.

He was just thinking that it was a complete waste of time, when he felt the pressure of the chair seat on his bottom fade, and he began to rise up into the air. His first reaction was to panic and try and get back down again, but his men grabbed hold of him and steadied him until he regained control of his fear. Once he had settled himself mentally he told his men to release him, and with a mental effort lifted himself up into the air until he could touch the ceiling of the room.

He thought this test had proved the theory of power transference via breast milk, and decided not to try and fly outside until another time. All that was left to do was to time how long a pint of milk lasted. As it transpired it lasted just under one hour, before he felt gravity reasserting itself on his body.

Mission accomplished he thought, he would authorise one last milking of the women before executing them. He informed his men of this decision and told them that as the mission had been such a success, tomorrow they could rape the females one last time after their breasts had be pumped dry by the milking machine. Thankfully the girls knew nothing of this, and were comforting each other as best they could under the circumstances.

Little did they know that the next day when they were dragged to the milking machine, that it was to be their last on earth. Up until now when they were being milked they had been left alone. This time as the suction pads drained their breasts, the men stood behind the girls and fucked them unmercifully.

All their holes were used and abused, as their milk was pumped from their breasts. By now they had been raped and buggered so many times, that they barely made a noise during the assaults. The only noise was the mechanical sucking of the milking machine, as it did what it was designed to do.

Four bottles were eventually full of the girl’s breast milk, and the leader checked that his pistol was loaded for the execution. He ensured that all his men were wearing their suicide vests, and pistols. This was standard practice when the team was driving, as it was vital that the American Government didn’t capture them alive. Once the team were in the van and ready to go, he supervised the loading of the milk into the van and went back into the shed to execute the females.

It was the noise of the milking machine that attracted Shiva’s attention, and she had arrived just as the men were loading their van preparatory to making their escape. Shiva was looking through a window at the back of the milking shed, and saw the four naked girls strapped to the machine. They were almost comatose, from the draining and raping that they had just undergone.

None of the girls noticed the leader approaching with his gun ready. Shiva did notice this however, and she also noticed that the man wore a suicide vest. The special agent had warned her about these men. If there were a good chance of being captured they would detonate their belts, and kill themselves and all those around them with out hesitation.

The vests contained C4 explosives and were detonated by a switch on the belt; and it was always within easy reach of the wearer. From her position Shiva could see the leader approaching the helpless girls, and behind him the van with the rest of the team in it. They were waiting to hear the shots that would signal the deaths of the females, and the end of a successful mission.

Seeing the bruised and battered state of the four girls, and noticing the trails of semen that were dripping from their vaginas and anus’s brought a cold rage into her soul. For the first time Shilpa seemed to feel the goddess Shiva possessing her body, and Shiva was the Destroyer of Worlds.

She realised that she had to put the leader as far away from the girls as possible. Shiva concentrated her immense power on the man and picked him up off his feet. Shiva then threw him with all her power at the van waiting outside the shed.

The sheer impact with the side of the van crushed him like a bug. However Racoon didn’t have time to feel it, as Shiva activated his belt switch telekinetically. The van disintegrated into a fireball of heat and jagged metal. At the instant of the gigantic explosion Shiva formed a mental shield around the entire shed. This protected herself and the girls, from the flame and shrapnel that blasted the area in a circle of destruction around the van.

The rest of the team’s explosive belts had triggered at the same time as the leaders, and there was nothing left of the men or the van. Shiva felt nothing for these men; they were cowardly scum and deserved to die.

She now concentrated on releasing the girls and carrying them with her power out of the shed and into the warm sun. The farmhouse was still standing and it had a bathroom and shower. Shilpa helped the girls clean themselves up, and cooked them a good hot meal while she decided what to do with them.

Jane had taken charge of the girls and had found their clothes where they had been thrown into a corner of the farmhouse. She ensured that the girls were clean and dressed and was helping Shilpa cook a good meal for them all.

Despite putting on a brave face Jane was just as traumatised as the other girls and Shilpa told her to sit down and rest while she served up the food. Even though the girls were weak and shaking from their experiences, they were still amazed when they saw the plates of food floating towards them guided only by the power of Shilpa’s mind.

Watching the girls eat gave Shilpa the chance to consider her next move. She realised that she couldn’t be associated with this rescue, as she was not supposed to be here at all. She called on one of her most trusted sisters, Blaze. Shiva gave Blaze the location and asked her to get there as quickly as she could.

Less than an hour later Shiva heard the scream of Blaze’s powerful sports car, as it sped towards the farm. It skidded to a halt in a spray of gravel and Blaze jumped out. Blaze was a pyrotechnic and her costume was themed to suit. It was scarlet and her mask was shaped as a flame, her eyes also were a blazing red.

She hugged Shiva warmly and asked how she could be of assistance. Shiva told Blaze the whole story, trusting her with the secret of Catharine. She asked Blaze to take the credit for the rescue, and the destruction of the terrorists. Blaze was honoured to be trusted with this information, and promised to take care of everything.

The girls were to be taken to a secluded hospital until they were fully recovered from their harrowing experiences. From there they would be taken into the Federation and trained by the experienced Super humans. They would be sworn to secrecy regarding Shiva’s involvement in their rescue.

Apart from Jane the rest of the girls were still too groggy to remember to many details of their rescue and were content to do as they were told. Shiva knew she could leave Blaze to tidy up, and with a smile at the girls she walked back to the copse of trees and out of their sight. She donned her golden costume and addressed the air around her. ‘Catharine, I want to come back,’ she shouted.

Catharine had been observing everything that had been going on, and with an effort of will drew Shiva back to her correct time and place. Shiva reappeared by the tree, and saw Catharine and Verity waiting for her. ‘Well done Shilpa,’ said Catharine via Verity’s mind link. Verity hugged the small golden woman warmly and kissed her.

They spent another hour chatting with Catharine before Shiva gave Verity a lift home. As they flew over the city Shiva went over the events of the day. Hopefully the myth that Super heroines milk conferred super powers would stay as a myth for a while longer. She made a note to increase her efforts to attract all budding Super humans to the Federation.

She dropped Verity off at her father’s house and flew back to her own apartment in SHHQ. She was looking forward to a bath and a rest before getting back to the paperwork.

On the other side of the City, Angel was in conference with her mother. Mary Latimar was in the process of getting as much money from her daughter’s transformation as was humanly possible. Mary was Angela’s manager, and had guided her all her life. First as a child model and then as a fashion model.

Now that her daughter had metamorphosed into an Angel, Mary saw no reason not to continue being her manager. Mary was a hard-headed business woman, and had various options to follow regarding her daughters future career. There was money to be made from the sexual aspect of Angela’s transformation.

Mary had no compunctions about turning Angela into a glamour model. This had never been an option before the transformation, as although Angela had been tall and beautiful, she had also been flat chested. Now however she had the large firm breasts of the typical Super human female. Mary knew that the Men’s magazines would pay big bucks for nude photos of her daughter.

This would be nice but Mary also was considering getting Angela involved with one of the largest Evangelical Televised Churches in the country. She knew that they would compete to acquire their very own Angel to front their advertising campaigns. If she intended to guide Angela down the religious road, then she wouldn’t be able to exploit those beautiful naked breasts of her daughter.

Angela for her part was perfectly happy to let her mother arrange her life. She had been arranging Angela’s life since she was a little girl, and had done a pretty good job so far. Angela was listening to her mother whilst she was checking her wing feathers. Like all feathered creatures her wings had to be preened and kept clean and tidy.

Angela was naked as usual indoors; it was more comfortable for her not to have to wear the specially modified clothes that were required due to the change in her body shape. Her wings although beautiful, were a fucking nuisance when it came to fashion. She had just finished modelling her mother’s latest attempt at covering her daughter’s naked body.

It was basically a white silk robe, it had a halter neck and was held to her waist by a semi rigid half-belt. It made her look even more like a Story book Angel, and Angela hated it. The only good thing about it was that as she couldn’t wear a bra, her nipples were very prominent and showed that she was naked beneath it.

Apart from growing real wings, Angela had acquired a unique power of her own. She now produced Pheromones, powerful sexual pheromones that affected all those in her vicinity. The good news was that she could attract anyone male or female that she desired. The bad news was that as yet she couldn’t control this power.

Consequently if she had walked outside to where the pack of people from the press were waiting for a glimpse of her, then there was a good chance that they would all be driven mad by her pheromones and try to fuck her. As far as she was concerned, the production of these pheromones had a massive effect on her own sexuality. All her life Angela had little interest in sex; she had no sex drive at all, and couldn’t understand her friend’s interest in the males that surrounded them.

However since her transformation she had become very aware of her sexual organs, especially as her pubes were now covered with tiny white feathers instead of hairs. Her libido had increased exponentially, and she found herself thinking about sex all the time. Angela was still a virgin and Mary wanted her to stay that way, if she could have devised a chastity belt that would fit her daughter she would have locked that white feathered pussy away safely.

However as Angela’s wings were connected both to her shoulder blades and the top of her hipbones, it made wearing panties very difficult, let alone a chastity belt. Angela was content to follow her mother’s plan but in the meantime she really needed to be fucked.

She had nearly lost her virginity to The American Eagle, a local Superhero that she had met on her first day as an Angel. She had teased him until he had cum in his pants, and then had flown away. Since then her sex drive had increased, and it was driving her mad with lust.

She decided to slip away for a while and see if she could find Eagle again, or failing that any man with a hard cock. When Mary looked up from her paperwork, she found that her daughter had gone.

Angel had sneaked out of the house by the back door, and had flown straight up into the air avoiding the sight of the press. She thought that the best place to find a Superhero was at their headquarters, and so made a beeline for it.

She landed on the roof and folding her wings neatly, walked down into the main building looking for a man. It was Verity’s shift on duty, and she was sitting at Shiva’s desk when Angel walked in. Verity was a telepath, and made it a habit to scan any unfamiliar people that she met in order to check that they meant her no harm.

Looking into Angel’s eyes she instantly read her entire story and the reason she was here in the building. ‘Hello Angel, I see you have a problem,’ said Verity. ‘Hello, who are you? I am new here and I really don’t know who is who yet,’ replied Angel warily. ‘ My name is Verity, I am the duty telepath and I can see that you have a power that you cannot control,’ said Verity coming straight to the point.

Angel just shrugged causing her naked breasts to move sensually. ‘Tell me something I don’t know Verity, I wish I could control it but I don’t know how,’ she admitted. Verity found herself looking at Angel’s breasts with intense interest. ‘Oh no you don’t young lady’ she muttered, and went deep into Angel’s mind.

Verity saw the problem immediately; Angel did have the ability to control her power, but needed to be in the right frame of mind to do it. What she needed was some sort of mental trigger, complete with a safety switch. Verity had discovered that she was far more than a straightforward telepath.

A telepath could just read minds, some could just read the surface thoughts and emotions, and others like her could go deep inside right down to the id. Verity had discovered that she could place subliminal commands inside a person’s mind, to affect their conscious decision-making.

She had done this earlier with the super villain Demoness. She had slipped into her mind and gave her an aversion to touching Verity, Dynamo, Amazon and Tank. She could only achieve this surreptitiously because Demonesse’s willpower was phenomenal.

Her Coercion had been formed from hurt, pain and humiliation inflicted upon her by a gang of thugs. Her will was so strong that Verity was sure that if she realised what had been done to her she could break the sub-lim by sheer mental effort.

Verity now had to do something to assist Angel to master her power, instead of being a slave to it. Verity herself had a similar control mechanism that she had placed into her own mind to help her to focus her own powers. She had a mental visor that she lifted before she could read someone’s mind.

Without this, she had been constantly bombarded night and day by the thoughts of everyone in range of her mind. She smiled as she thought of a trigger that would suit Angel. To start with, she surrounded the part of Angela’s brain that stimulated her pheromone production with a strong mental barrier.

This could only be accessed by Angel when she consciously opened her arms and spread her wings, whilst thinking or saying the words ” Bless you” Verity also gave Angel the ability to adjust the power of her pheromones from ” Like me, to Fuck me”. As was Verity’s way she had done all this without Angel’s knowledge. She had slipped the knowledge of how she could control her power into her mind so skilfully, that Angela simply knew what to do instinctively. Verity finished off by making Angel forget that they had already spoken.

‘Hello Angel, my name is Verity I’m the duty officer tonight, how can I help you?’ she asked the naked winged woman standing in front of her desk. Angel had to think quickly, she couldn’t actually remember why she was here in Superhero HQ.

‘Er hello Verity I’m new at this and thought I would come and introduce myself,’ replied Angel smiling at the tall woman in the white suit. ‘Have you joined our Federation yet?’ asked Verity. She explained the benefits of joining the federation of Super humans, and handed Angel some paperwork to pass on to her mother.

Angel now fully realised that she was naked in front of this woman; she had nowhere to put the papers. Without her omnipresent cloud of pheromones, Angela realised that she really should be wearing something to cover her breasts.

Holding the papers rolled up in her hand, she made her excuses and flew out of the window towards her home. Oh to be young, thought Verity watching the beautiful young woman flying away. Hoping she had done a good thing she returned to her paperwork.

Verity didn’t mind being on duty tonight as her lover Dynamo was patrolling the city and wouldn’t be able to see her until the next day. Thinking of Dynamo brought a smile to Verity’s face as she remembered the last time they were together. Dynamo didn’t need sexual pheromones to turn Verity on; the simple thought of her made her wet.

Angel had to power dive through her bedroom window so as to avoid the paparazzi getting pictures of her naked body. Angela wasn’t particularly worried about showing her lovely big tits, but her mother had explained that she might be needed to portray a virginal persona for the religious path.

Mary had finally decided to guide Angela along the religious path to her fortune. She had received an offer from the Rev. Barry Whiteman, a famous television Evangelist. He wanted Angel to attend his next telethon, to raise funds for his Church.

Mary had sent him pictures of Angel dressed in her most virginal clothes, and even she had to admit that her daughter really looked the part. Barry was desperate to have Angel at his rally, and had offered Mary a very lucrative deal. An appearance fee up front, combined with a percentage of the donations.

Barry did it all, exhorting the masses to pray for peace, healing the sick, and above all sucking the money from sinner’s pockets into his churches coffers. He was a very handsome man, tall, wide shouldered with a strong square chin, blazing blue eyes and a shock of pure silver hair. His congregation of millions loved him, and he revelled in their adoration. Strangely enough, he actually believed in what he did and considered himself a warrior of God.

However television Evangelism was a very competitive business; and he was always having to think up new ways of getting funds. He was taking a chance with Angel, sure she looked like an Angel, but she was obviously a Super human, and his Church had so far avoided taking a stand either for or against Super humans.

Some Churches had branded them inventions of the Antichrist, whilst other more compassionate churches had gone along the path of guarded acceptance regarding the new humans as just another of Gods creations. Barry was of this opinion himself, and was hoping that Angel might swing the congregations vote towards acceptance of the Super humans.

Mary had spent hours dressing her daughter, although Angela moaned about having to wear a bra, she was told in no uncertain terms that not only would she wear a bra she would also wear panties. Eventually Angela was dressed to her mother’s satisfaction, and looking in the mirror she had to admit that she could have walked off the page of the bible.

Angel was stunningly beautiful, a tall blue eyed blond with very large firm breasts. As if that wasn’t enough, she now had the most amazing brilliant white-feathered wings that reached from above her head to her heels. Her white gown was complimented by a golden girdle and sandals; matching her golden blonde hair.

As she admired herself Angel spread her wings out and raising her arms whispered ‘Bless you’. She felt a cloud of pheromones surround her, and with a lazy flap of her wings she sent it out in front of her. Angel grinned a wicked grin as she played with her new control.

Barry Whiteman watched as the white limousine drew up in front of his church. He was very nervous, as this would be the first time he had actually met a Super human. He looked perfect, his make up artist had just spent two hours on him and his face and hair were immaculate. His smile was brilliant, and had cost him thousands of dollars in dental work. His suit was a dazzling white, as were his shirt, tie and shoes

He switched his welcoming smile on as the door of the limousine opened and a smartly dressed woman stepped out. She was beautiful, but there seemed to be a distinct lack of wings about her. ‘Hello Mr. Whiteman, I am Mary Latimar, Angel’s mother,’ she said shaking his hand.

‘Oh yes, Mrs Latimar, I’m sorry but I was expecting Angel to get out of the car,’ he stuttered shaking her hand warmly. ‘Oh good heavens above Mr. Whiteman, Angels don’t need cars, they fly’ replied Mary, looking up into the blue sky. Barry followed her gaze and saw Angel descending towards them, her white-feathered wings fully extended and flapping lazily as she floated down to stand in front of him.

‘Bless you,’ said the Angel smiling at him. He was gob smacked, stunned, awestruck, he felt like kneeling down in front of this vision of loveliness and worshiping her. Barry wondered what on earth he had been worried about; this beautiful creature was totally good. She was obviously virginal, and worthy herself of being worshipped. He was so lucky that she deigned to smile at such a worthless sinner as he.

‘Angel?’ said Mary sharply; she knew about her daughter’s power and how she could control it. Angela realised that she was coming on a bit strong, and throttled back on her pheromones to give Barry a chance to breath again. ‘Hello Mr. Whiteman, it’s a great honour to meet you,’ she said in her sexy dulcet voice. Barry almost wriggled with pleasure like a puppy, at being directly addressed by this paragon of love and virtue.

‘Welcome, Welcome, Bless you my child I am so glad that you decided to join our movement,’ he gushed. He was going to shake her hand, but he was simply too scared to touch her uninvited. Angel solved this by offering her hand to him, and to her surprise he kissed it gallantly. He led her into the tabernacle of his church, backing into it so as not to turn his back on her.

Barry was proud of his church, it was built entirely of Italian marble, and the interior was always cool regardless of the Californian heat outside. The pews were finely carved, and made from mahogany, and had red silk cushions. He was taken aback when he saw Mary shaking her head in disappointment as she surveyed his church.

‘Oh dear Oh dear Mr. Whiteman, this just won’t do, it won’t do at all. Angel needs flowers, lots of flowers, white roses of course. There has to be flowers and the smell of roses, for her to fully blossom and inspire others,’ Mary stated. Barry felt like slapping his stupid face, what a fool he was of course she needed roses, why on earth hadn’t he thought of that.

He wandered away with Mary, discussing the fine details of Angel’s first public appearance. Angel was left alone in the marble church, and took the opportunity of the vast cool space to fully open her wings. One of the drawbacks of having a full set of feathered wings was that it was like carrying a warm duvet on your back. It was very nice in the cold weather; but a pain in the heat.

Spreading her wings cooled them, and she hummed to herself as she slowly danced across the marble floor. Angela was beautiful and had been trained in all the arts. Singing had always been easy for her, as her voice was a beautiful soft soprano.

Her lithe body had taken to the dance lessons with enthusiasm, and she was a master of all types of dance from rock and roll to the tango. She was a joy to watch as she sang and danced across the marble floor. Angel was totally unaware that a coach load of the Faithful had arrived at the rear of the church.

For a reasonable donation, the Faithful could apply for a tour of the headquarters of the Church of the Angelic Host. It was often shown on television, but nothing could compare to actually being in it especially during a televised service conducted by the Rev. Barry Whiteman himself. Such a service was due to be televised that night, and this was the lucky congregation that was to be there.

This group of the Faithful had expected that their first glimpse of this centre of their faith would be uplifting. However none of them were prepared for the sight of a real Angel singing and dancing in the centre of the marble edifice. One of most devout of them started it off, he groaned in religious ecstasy and fell to his knees.

‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah’ he cried, lifting his arms to the marble roof of the church, ‘ Praise be to the Lord.’ Quietly the rest of the group knelt down beside him and gazed with awe upon the Angel as she danced and sang to herself. Angel was using this time to herself to practice controlling her pheromones. She was practicing adjusting the cloud of pheromones around her from mild to compelling.

Fortunately for the group watching her, the church was so vast that her power was diluted by the sheer scale of the room. Even so when part of her power washed over them, they fell into rapture. Some of them began to writhe about on the cool floor, and speak in tongues. It was this noise that brought Mary and Barry hurrying back to the main hall.

They were greeted by a sight that would stick in Barry’s mind forever. Angel was dancing around with her eyes closed and her wings open. She was now in the centre of a group of the Faithful, who had crawled across the marble floor to be near her. They were all in the grip of religious fervour, and some were actually frothing at the mouth.

‘Angel, please stop dancing and see what you are doing,’ shouted Mary. Her mothers voice snapped Angela out of her reverie, and she stopped singing and stood still. She was amazed to find herself surrounded by strangers lying on the floor and looking at her with abject adoration in their eyes. ‘Oh Oh,’ thought Angela, ‘ what the fuck is going on here?’

Once again Mary thanked her nose filters that she had to wear around her daughter. They had been protecting her ever since Angela came into her power, and she dreaded to think what she would have done if she had been exposed to the full power of her daughter’s spell. Mary had held Barry back, he had wanted to run into the room and see what was going on. Mary knew that it would take a minute or two before her daughter’s spell wore off, so held him back.

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