Here Comes the Sun (PDF ver. included!)

Here Comes the Sun

Commissioned by Anonymous

Written by HikerAngel

“Here comes the sun, do do do do…” I rolled my eyes. Briggs wouldn’t turn the damn radio off. All five of us were allowed to bring one “prized possession” with us, and he just had to choose that damn radio that only played Beatles music. And to make matters even worse: Jessie, Mike and Rex were singing along! Apparently, I was the only one around who didn’t like those preppy British bastards!

I made everyone stop so I could examine the map. Not like it would do me much good. These were labeled “uncharted lands”, after all. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of one hand as I traced the crudely hewn cartography paper with the other. The crumpled thing looked every bit its age⁠—centuries old⁠—but it was the only “accurate” map of this jungle according to the fastidious scientists funding this expedition.

And fund it they had. We were all strapped head-to-toe with gear, ready to ruin the day of whatever beast dared to wander in front of us. We were packing one assault rifle per person, as well as a shit ton of hand grenades. Not to mention more sticks of dynamite than I could count. To top it off, that crazy bastard Rex brought a fucking rocket launcher as his “prized possession.” I smiled as I remembered him tossing the monstrous steel cylinder into the back of the SUV. I mean, to be fair, it was certainly a lot cooler than Briggs’ stupid radio.

After the quick break, it was back to the hike. All the gear we had packed probably made this traveling harder than it should have been. I loathed to admit it, but the weapons we brought may have been a tiny bit overkill.

Thank God Jessie was young and had good eyes. The lanky redhead spotted something in the distance, pointing it out for the rest of us to squint at and nod, pretending we could see it too. As we closed in on the out-of-place landmark, we noticed that it was a totem of some sort. The top had a symbol of a half-sun, half-moon etched into it, the exact symbol scrawled within the corner of the map I had been reading. Once I told the others, they hooped and hollered like men should, happy to hear that the long quest may finally be over.

We celebrated and took photos. Jessie posed for one while leaning on the totem. His elbow inadvertently pressed a pressurized plate that no one had noticed. The surrounding area rumbled, the ground shaking as it seemed to fall away beneath our feet.

Jumping back, a large, spiraling staircase began to form around the totem before us, seeming to descend into the depths of the earth. We weren’t sure whether to smack Jesse for being careless or celebrate a second time for the accidental discovery, so we did both.

“Alrighty, lads! Who’s ready to descend into the depths?” Rex had his weapon locked and loaded as he led the descent, the rest of us eagerly following suit. As we climbed further down inside the strange structure, Briggs’ radio began to distort.

“Briggs, shut that shit off! Damn thing’s older than these ruins.”

Reluctantly, he agreed, turning it off. Thank Christ.

We reached the bottom of the descending staircase and Mike noticed another indent in the parallel wall. We pushed it in, revealing a long hallway.

“Maaaaybe we should call it a day here, Samson? Report back to HQ and get more men?”

“Don’t be stupid, Jessie.” I retorted, striding confidently through the door. “It’s midday, let’s get as much exploring in as possible before the sun sets.”

Jessie didn’t bother arguing with me. This time, I led us into the darkness, tugging the band of my headlamp to my ears and clicking it on.

That’s when we saw her. A woman, encased in some sort of see-through crystal at the end of the dark tunnel, was curled into the fetal position. With what little light had wafted into the room from the long corridor, I could make out her features surprisingly well, as if her skin were emitting some sort of soft glow. Her hair was a strange neon silver, dyed probably, and very long, reaching all the way down to her shapely butt. She didn’t look to be very tall from what I could tell, probably 3/4ths of my 6’3” height. Her skin was creamy and fair, whiter than mine. Bundled around her body was a strange cloth wrapping that bore a variety of strange symbols that seemed to move. I blinked, leaning forward for a better look, sure that the rippling movement had to simply be the low light level playing tricks on my eyes.

“Wow! She must be a mummified princess from an ancient civilization or something.” Mike said, stepping forward to examine the unusual specimen. “Never seen any mummification as perfect as this, though. She looks like she was just petrified yesterday or something.”

“Yeah, and she’s about Jessie’s age, too,” Rex joked, jabbing at Jessie.

“Fuck off, Rex. I’m 35, and she looks about 18,” Jessie retorted before getting a closer look for himself. “And damn! It looks like she spent most of those eighteen years at the gym or something. She’s toned as hell for a girl!”

“Hey Mike, what do you make of those symbols on her, uh, bandages, I guess?” Briggs asked, gesturing vaguely at the loose wrappings that adorned her taut body, covering her just enough to meet modesty’s demands.

“No idea.” Mike shrugged after a moment’s consideration. “They don’t match any runes or languages I’ve ever seen. We should take her back to the lab and see if anyone there knows.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, doing some quick math in my head. “But there’s a bit of a problem. How are we going to get her out of here?”

I looked at the others in turn, receiving only blank looks by way of reply. “The crystal she’s in is clearly preserving her, but it’s also too big to fit through the passageway we just came from.”

As the group stared at the crystal, scratching their heads, Rex walked up to me and dropped a stick of dynamite in my hand.

“Simple, Samson.” A toothy grin formed under his glimmering eyes. “We make an opening big enough for it.”

So it was decided. The rock above her chamber was looser than the surrounding rock, and Rex found out the hard way that her crystal was damn near indestructible. So we would blast a hole upwards and use a pulley system to lift her out.

The first part went without a hitch. We left the tunnel, measuring out the right location on the ground above. We drilled a hole in the rock that we could slip enough dynamite through before taking cover, and...

BLAM!

With a deafening explosion and a shower of rock, bright blue daylight streamed into the breach to illuminate the swirling rock dust below.  Leaping up and slapping each other on the back, we celebrated yet again, eager to extract the find and be on our way.  While the others set up the pulley system, I went down the freshly-excavated hole. Now that there was a direct beam of sunlight lighting the crystal, I could better make out her appearance. I couldn’t lie. She had quite the alluring body.

As I was gazing at the gorgeous teen, however, something unexpected happened. From within the impenetrable crystal, the bandaged girl yawned.

I shook my head. Was I imagining things?

Her eyes opened in languid fashion, as if she were waking up on a lazy Saturday. Her pupils lazily looked left, then right, then directly at me. A hint of a smile graced her full lips before she turned her gaze skyward, taking in the bright, shiny, sun. After a moment, her delicate features drinking in the warm light, her eyes returned to meet mine. But when she looked at me the second time, her sly smile turned wicked. I could see her canines, sharp as those of a dog. My body froze in place. I was too frightened to say anything.

Suddenly, I heard a light crackle. My eyes widened in surprise as a crack formed around her sculpted arm.

The crystal was breaking!

More cracks began to form around her arm as it vibrated rapidly within the amber. Somehow, she was breaking out from the impenetrable crystal! Panic consumed me. I had to get out of this hole! Luckily, I found my voice.

“Get me the fuck out of here!” I cried, yanking vigorously on the rope as the other men began to pull. They must have thought the cave was collapsing, when the reality of the situation was far more surreal. I wasn’t even sure what to think as I scrambled back up the hole.

“What’s wrong Samson? Was something else in there?” Jessie asked, running a trembling hand through his ginger locks as everyone else helped me back to ground level. I wasn’t confident in how to respond. Did I really want to tell them that some cute girl waking up had scared the shit out of me?

I was saved the trouble of explaining, however, as a deafening noise erupted from the hole. It was the sound of shattering glass. Light shot up from the ground into the sky like as if we were in a superhero movie. Every one of us fell backward, our asses planted painfully into the dirt.

The girl emerged slowly from the hole, floating upward as if she were an angel ascending to heaven. We couldn’t believe our quivering eyes! She looked down upon us with the haughty air of superiority, as if she were a dictator surveying the starving masses. We could feel the heat radiating off of her, even from several yards away, the rippling waves apparently so potent that the bandages that covered her skin burned to ash, revealing her naked body to us in all of its significant glory.

Then, she spoke. It was a strange language none of us recognized, consisting of low, guttural noises and brutal-sounding grunts. It almost looked like her voice wasn’t matching up to her lips, like a bad Japanese dub. She must have realized that we couldn’t understand, because she scowled at us like we were idiots. Her eyes roamed over our prone forms as if we were meat at a deli. None of us moved. We were all too scared to budge.

Without warning, the girl zipped forward in a blink of an eye and swooped Mike into the sky. That got everyone moving. Briggs ditched us, his legs pistoning into a faster sprint than I had ever seen him manage in academy training. Meanwhile, Jessie and Rex were scrambling for their guns.

She held Mike in midair with a single hand, her head cocking to the side as she gazed into his frightened eyes. I watched as the once-mummified girl put her small palm onto Mike’s glistening forehead. Lightning cracked from her hand into the poor man’s head, his eyes going blank before he fell limp.

She dropped his loose body from where she floated, casually discarding it as if it were a used kleenex. It fell a good twenty feet before landing with a flinch-inducing crack. Her long eyelashes fluttered as if she had just eaten a particularly succulent dessert. The young woman’s curvaceous form twitched, her fingers curling inward at her voluptuous hips, drinking in the pleasure she must have received from… whatever it was that she’d done.

When she spoke again, it was in perfect English, her nimble tongue seeming to caress each syllable within her sensual lips.

“Such a strange language you people speak!” she said in an unaccented voice. Her voice was almost cutesy now, almost like that of a character in a Saturday morning cartoon. It was almost comical, not at all matching the escalated threat level. “Oh well, I prefer to let my perfect body do the talking anyways…”

How had she managed such flawless communication? Had she known English all along…?

...or had she just absorbed the knowledge from Mike’s fucking head!

“Fuck you! You killed Mike!” Jessie screamed, swinging around his rifle to unload his magazine in her general direction.

Nothing seemed to happen, the girl simply hovering above us as the manic redhead sent a stream of lead at her perfect body.

Initially, I thought he missed every shot, but I quickly realized that he was hitting her more often than not. The bullets bounced off her skin like raindrops to an umbrella. I saw her nipples harden as the metal slugs harmlessly struck her silky skin. I swallowed hard, unable to believe what I was seeing. All the supersonic projectiles were doing was arousing her. She sashayed her hips, trying to catch as much of the bullet spread on her body before Jessie’s ammo depleted, which it eventually did. The little girl almost looked disappointed as the sharp reports of his automatic weapon came to an end.

“How disappointing,” the stunning girl said, her huge eyes glimmering in the sunlight. “Your magic is really weak nowadays! I thought humans were supposed to get smarter as time went on?”

As the diminutive girl gloated at Jessie, Rex had gotten hold of his rocket launcher, carefully aiming it at the floating killer.

“Magic’s not real, kid!” Rex said with a crooked grin, his rumbling voice full of foolish confidence. “The only real thing is how much pain you’re about to be in!” With that, Rex fired a missile directly at the flying girl. It hit her point blank in the chest, engulfing her in a massive cloud of amber flame and billows of black smoke.

Pure silence. Then the dust cloud faded, revealing the same small girl with the same shit-eating wisenheimer smile. She was completely unharmed by the rocket, not so much as a smudge of soot on her pristine skin. Rex’s jaw dropped.

A mocking, pouty frown followed on her face as she saw Rex’s reaction.

“Aww, did the big man’s big tube-thing not work on me?” She leaned forward, putting a finger to her eye and dragging down her face to simulate a tear. “Did you guys forget the sealing spell or something?”

Jessie, Rex, and I exchanged nervous glances. We had no idea what she was talking about. Clearly, she figured that out pretty quickly, the broad smile on her face only widening.

“Oh, no, no, no, stupid-heads!” Her body began to rise higher into the sky out of sheer excitement. “You’re telling me none of you know the only magic capable of sealing me back into the crystal!?”

She flew over to Rex, swiping the rocket launcher out of his hand with terrifying ease, the man falling to the ground in fear. Her adorable neon eyes examined the massive piece of weaponry as it dangled from two of her fingers.

“Hmm… doesn’t look like any magic wand or talisman I’ve ever seen… In fact, it looks more like pure machinery…”

Then, it all clicked in her head. The magic used to seal her away thousands of years ago didn’t exist anymore. It was a relic of a bygone era that had died with the ancients who had practiced it. Back then, humans were an annoyance. Now? They were her playthings. Little. Pathetic. Playthings...God, what am I thinking? It’s like being in her presence is fucking with my mind or something!

“Now, which one of you should I play with first? Hmm…” She was eyeing Rex and Jessie, unsure of whom she would make the next victim after Mike.

“Eenie, meenie, miney, moe…” She began to sing the whole process, starting with Rex and alternating between them by pointing at them with her dainty, perfectly-manicured finger. Most people know that, in that game, if you are choosing between two people, it’s always the second person you point at that’s picked. She clearly wanted Rex more, but her index finger was left pointing at Jessie when the counting game finished. She clearly lacked a great deal of life experience, but I guess she had spent thousands of years trapped inside a crystal, I supposed. Hell, maybe longer.

She zoomed forward, tackling Jessie to the ground. We all watched, unmoving, as she placed her smooth, bare ass on top of his shocked face, leaving him with no room to breathe. He tried to move, to free himself, but he just couldn’t, and it didn’t look as if she were trying particularly hard to pin him down.

“C’mon big guy, you can try harder than that!” She taunted, her nipples erect from the violent struggle. When he couldn’t lift her off of him, he tried to shove her ass out of his face. But every ineffectual touch of his shaking hand merely caused her to moan softly in response, causing her to press down even harder. I watched in abject horror as her expanding hips slowly began to smother him. He was suffocating, biting down and clawing at it to get her off of him to no avail. All of his efforts only succeeded in arousing her further.

Eventually, his body ceased to struggle. She threw her head back with a sharp but breathy moan and stood up, finally giving him a chance to breathe. But it was too late. Jesse’s body lay lifeless on the ground, never to move again.

“Aww, poor little guy couldn’t even escape from my ass.” She made another pouty face, lightly tapping at Jessie’s deceased body with her tiny foot.

“Yaaay! Now I get to play with Rex!” She began to hop up and down excitedly, every ounce of feigned sadness in her exquisite face disappearing in an instant. But Rex wasn’t having it. While she had been playing with Jessie, he had loaded up the discarded rocket launcher with his last rocket. I wasn’t sure what his plan was. Perhaps he would rather go out in a blaze of glory?

He fired the projectile at her, but she was prepared this time. Time appeared to slow around her as she drew her hand forward with a sultry snaking motion. Using her thumb and index finger in tandem, she flicked the explosive projectile right as it was about to hit her. The strike was so gentle yet precise that it reflected the rocket back towards Rex, hitting the ground near his feet, the resulting explosion sending him flying like a ragdoll.

His body arced through the air, before hitting the ground in a floppy roll. When it finally came to a stop, I could see that it was badly damaged from the impact, tiny bits of shrapnel having punctured  the entire front of his body. His left arm was badly burnt and one of his ears was trickling blood.

“So, Mr. Rex…” She said innocently, strolling up to his injured body with her hands clasped behind her back like she was going to sheepishly ask him for a gumball from the candy machine. “Last chance to play with me… what do you say?”

“I say: you go to hell, fuckin’ scum!” Rex said, breathing heavily, spitting the bubbles of blood from his lips as she kneeled upon him.

“Ok, I’ll see you there, then.” Her slender fingers grabbed Rex’s head with quick, violent precision, placing it in between her achingly perfect breasts. Flexing her shoulders inward, his skull was crushed between the mouth-wateringly firm hemispheres with a meaty crunch.

Now, it was just me.

She pranced over to me like a dancing child. It seemed pointless to try an escape, but I made the attempt anyway. She caught up to me before I could even take a single step forward, pushing me onto the ground, making me eat a face full of dirt.

“I’m bored,” she pouted. “Want to play hide and seek?” She looked hopeful, her expression betraying not a single hint  of awareness as to my well-being. I wasn’t sure how to respond, I just turned to look at her with a terrified expression. Her darling eyes were staring back at me, awaiting an answer. After I didn’t give one, she made the choice for me, closing her eyes and counting down from fifty.

I didn’t even want to know what would happen if she found me, so I made a break for it, doing my best to cover my tracks. I recalled that Briggs had made a run for it earlier, so maybe if I could keep her occupied long enough, he’d be able to call for backup. Not sure what those reinforcements would do against this impossibly powerful creature, but it gave me some hope that I’d come out of this better than my fellow soldiers.

I had excelled at camouflage during my academy training, so I prayed to whatever other gods that she didn’t have x-ray vision or something. She hadn’t listed any parameters as off limits during our “game,” so I hastily climbed up a tree and waited in the branches, a pretty damn good hiding spot if I do say so myself.

“READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!!” Her youthful soprano echoed loudly throughout the jungle. It was enough to scare all the birds out of their nests. I gripped the branch I was on with whitening knuckles, hoping she couldn’t tell the direction I ran. Unfortunately, it was only a matter of time before I heard her voice closing in on me. What the hell? I hadn’t left a single trace! Was she following my scent or something?

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” she said with a creepy child-like tone. From my vantage point in the trees, I could see her. Thankfully, she couldn't see me. I watched her skip about carelessly, uprooting trees like they were weeds from a garden in her search for me. “I was the master of hide-and-seek back then, and I still am now!” she continued in her carefree, sing-song voice.

I had no idea what to do; I was so unbelievably screwed. But I thought that if I could stay hidden long enough maybe she’d get bored and go somewhere else.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard Briggs’ radio turn back on. Holy fuck! Now I most certainly was screwed. The dumb bastard hadn’t even found his way out of the jungle yet! The girl froze in place, turning her head slowly toward the source of the sound. A smug smile crept over her face. Briggs couldn’t see her, but she seemed to know exactly where he was.

She yanked him out of his hiding spot and threw him over her head into the clearing just below where I was hidden. Briggs tried to get up to flee but I could tell that the impact with the ground had broken his leg, all from her casually tossing him around with a single hand.

To keep him still she pressed her foot down onto his crotch, pinning him for sure. Briggs was easily the biggest of us all, so to see him pinned down so easily by a girl half his size was quite jarring…

...but part of me also found it kind of hot.

“What… are you!?” Briggs sputtered, clearly unable to comprehend how this girl who didn’t look the part could hold him down so effortlessly.

“I’m the sun goddess, silly!” she said, putting on a semi-disgusted face at what she clearly thought was a stupid and unnecessary question. “And acting like an idiot isn’t going to save you from my wrath!”

What was once horrifying was now rather arousing as she repeated what she did to Jessie at a far more vicious scale. She lifted a flawlessly toned leg above her head and dropped it down, swinging it into him hard like a drawbridge, breaking his nose and some of his teeth on impact. She repeated the brutal process over and over again, until Briggs’ head was little more than a bloody pulp. I hated myself for feeling it, but I was getting more and more aroused with every heel slam.

This girl was as impossibly strong as she was impossibly gorgeous. And something about her casual cruelty only made her more appealing.

I reached my hand into my pants and began to feel myself over. Continuing to be in her presence seemed to be warping my mind to like her. That must have been the case. My better judgment was screaming at me to stop, but I didn’t care anymore.

Then, she looked directly up, her eyes finding mine through the leaves.

“Found you…” Her smile widened. “Caught you being a peeping tom, didn’t I?”

Before I could respond, her foot lashed out in a wickedly brutal kick, impacting Briggs’ body with enough force to down the tree I was in. I managed to jump out of the tree as it careened to the ground, managing to awkwardly stick the landing before stumbling forward to my knees. But such an achievement barely mattered when I was in the presence of a Sun Goddess like herself.

Within an instant, she was in front of my kneeling form. She rose, floating above the ground, her head blocking out the sun, its warm rays forming a heavenly halo around her beautiful face.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna pleasure my folds like a good boy, and I’ll let you live!” She put her finger to her lips coyly, lowering her long lashes to blink at me with bedroom eyes. “But I’m pretty sure you would be willing to do it even if it was the last thing you did before you died. Isn’t that right, Samson?”

I nodded drunkenly, realizing that she must know my name through the knowledge she’d absorbed from Mike. The sensation of being near her had me thoroughly aroused, and the thought of touching her tantalizing form had me at the brink of an orgasm. I brought my face to her luscious, firm thighs, basking in the hypnotizing aroma that seemed to emanate from her radiant skin. All of the earthy smells of the jungle seemed to fade from my consciousness as I breathed in the dizzying scent of her powerful musk.

My lips quivered as she brought my head closer with a guiding hand, slipping my head beneath her white apron, hunching to touch his warm mouth to her hot, smooth folds. I slipped my tongue out, licking her entrance, and she exhaled in a relaxed sigh.

“That’s it,” she purred encouragingly.

I pushed my tongue deep into her, the wetness of her canal tasting luxuriantly sweet, almost like preserved candy as it tingled my moist, probing muscle. I felt my thick member beg for release as her delicious juices flowed over my eager tongue into my quivering lips. I continued enthusiastically, reaching my hands upward for a better grip on her sleekly rounded hips. My rapturous pace only quickened, delighting in the all-consuming sexual experience. I actually felt her body shudder with pleasure as I licked the rapidly intensifying heat from her awesomely sexy form.

The pace of her breathing was beginning to quicken. She seemed just as aroused as I was! Her soft, delicate panting was somehow submerging my brain further into its smoldering pool of lust.

“My my, you are really a freaky dude!” she said breathily, surprised when she realized her orgasm hadn’t deterred me from rubbing her sensitive teats. “I’m not sure what’s gotten into you! No one’s ever been this dedicated to worshipping me!”

I broke off, extracting my tongue from her heavenly folds to look up at her with confusion.

“Your love aura… it’s affecting me more than others?”

She looked at me with a confused expression, before breaking out into a small bout of laughter.

“Aura? Geez you really are a dummy! And a perv!” She flicked me on the nose casually as her confused face turned back into smug indifference. I was almost surprised that it didn’t hurt, must less blow my entire face off. “I don’t have a love aura! You’re just a stupid horny idiot who’s hopelessly attracted to me!”

“What would your wife say if she saw this?” She said as she pulled the ring off of my finger. “How would she react to you fawning over the Apollic goddess that will become humanity’s downfall?”

“She… she wouldn’t know…” I replied, looking at my ring longingly. “I’d divorce her in an instant if it meant I’d get to worship the dirt your dainty feet walk upon.”

The Sun Goddess smiled before crushing my wedding ring into dust with two slim fingers. “Good choice, Samson. You’ll make a fine scribe to record my domination over this world. As the scriptures of old predicted, the sun always rises on a new day! And that fiery ball of death is not the one in space millions of miles away, but the one right in front of you, pathetic mortal!”

She turned Briggs’ radio back on, and the Beatles songs began to play again. “Here comes the sun, do do do do…” She started to nod her head to the music adorably, a cute smile propping up on her face. Before meeting her, I absolutely despised this song. But now that she was grooving to it, I could listen to it for the rest of eternity.

But the peace didn’t last long, several helicopters tearing through the sky toward our position. I guess Briggs had called for backup, after all! I would never have expected my reaction to seeing such a sight to be negative, but it was. For the most part, I just wanted to lay here and worship my goddess’ heavenly body for the rest of eternity, but I knew now that it wouldn’t be possible. She’d have to enslave the whole world for them to stop attacking her, and, honestly, I wanted to watch her do it.

Before the lead pilot could even properly address the situation, my Goddess had teleported in front of his cockpit, shooting him a cocky wave. He recoiled in shock from her abrupt appearance, causing him to lose control of the aircraft. It spun around her, listing sideways until it crashed down into a burning inferno. I could tell she was disappointed by how easy that was, but her smile returned when she looked upon the two other helicopters arriving just in time for her to play with.

She thrust herself forward toward the second one, piercing its cockpit window with her nipples, scaring the shit out of the two pilots. One grabbed a pistol out of his leg holster and fired it at one of her breasts. The bullets harmlessly ricocheted off, succeeding only in killing and killing the other pilot. She put her hand to her mouth with a look of: “Oops, did I just do that?”

She grabbed the helicopter by its nose, ripping it into two equal parts. Now she was just showing off, and I loved it, feeling my heart lurch with yearning need. The surviving helicopter pilot was still hanging on to what remained of his helicopter, his knuckles white with fear. But she simply shook the helicopter half-wildly like a child trying to get the last penny out of their piggy bank, and he fell out pretty fast. Her shaking was so fast, in fact, that he died of a broken neck before his body even touched the ground. Then, she clapped the two pieces of helicopter together and watched it explode into a blaze of glory. Finally, she turned to look at the sole remaining aircraft with bloodlust in her dazzling eyes.

The third helicopter then turned around quickly and began to escape. The Sun Goddess watched, unmoving, as the helicopter began to disappear into the horizon.

“Y-you’re not going to destroy him?” I said, almost disappointedly.

“Not yet,” she said with a sly smile. “Once he leads me back to his base, then I’ll grant him the privilege of being killed by me.”

She followed the foolish human back to his base of operations. He had already sent a warning beacon, and the base was heavily armed. She was basically bringing me into an active war zone. But I trusted her to keep me safe, and she did.

The massive cannons didn't even get a chance to fire before she swooped in and dismantled all of them one-by-one just by flying right through them. She zipped past all the infantry. What she wanted was to rule, not waste her time with the disposable grunts.

In an instant, she was in front of my commanding officer, the head of my operation. Technically, one way or another, I had completed my mission: to bring him any possible information as to what that map was meant to find. He was stunned as he looked her up and down, unsure of what to say. So she spoke for him.

“Your ruler, who is she?”

He then got a little defensive, steeling his posture. “I don’t know who you are or what you’ve done with my men, but I will not negotiate with a terrorist.”

A sharp exhale of mild annoyance left her cute nose as she grabbed him and split him in two without a second thought. She then casually skipped over to his co-commander and repeated the question. He caved like a rotting mineshaft, telling her the location of his other commanding officers as well as the President of the United States’ location just to be thorough.

These were all things she could have simply asked me, but I didn’t mind watching her effortlessly humiliate my “superior” officers with absolute ease. Plus, her smug smile upon prying loose the information made it so much more satisfying.

Pretty soon, we were in a private jet directly on its way to the white house. My Goddess could have easily flown us there, but she liked being treated like royalty, especially when all of her subjects were forced to gaze upon her magnificent body for the entire 14-hour flight.

Once we arrived in America, we met face to face with the president within minutes. He gave us the same boring monologue about how he wouldn’t negotiate with her and “that America would never back down.”

She punched him so hard his molecules disappeared from existence.

The other two branches were quick to surrender to her unstoppable might, and soon, the entirety of America was under her tight, yet alluring, fist. After America, the rest of the world would be a piece of cake to conquer.

And it was.

~

By the time her tyrannical crusade ended, there wasn’t a single location on earth over which she didn’t hold dominion. Wherever the sun rose is where she could be found, harnessing its unlimited power to unleash fury on the puny humans of earth.

She created a massive throne for herself, erected from all the remains of every capital building in the world smashed together. There, she would sit, leisurely watching the millions of failed rebellions crushed under her total domination. I, her loyal servant, remained at her side the entire time.

Near the top, directly to the left of where she leisured, is where I sat, snuggling her leg and caressing her invincible body gently all day and night. Whenever she needed release, I would be there to answer the call. My new diet consisted solely of her heavenly juices. And I thrived off of them. Sure, I may have lost my muscular physique, but I didn’t need it to service my goddess. She had all the muscle I could ever need. My cock had also shrunk considerably, which, again, didn’t bother me, since I wasn’t allowed to touch it. What little I could offer had been transferred to her magnificent form, bathing my senses in stimulation I could never imagine.

Even though no one could stop her, she continued to crave power. She became irritated when the sun would set, as it prevented her from gaining additional strength. To solve this perceived problem, she simply changed the rotation of the earth, preventing the world from spinning. Billions perished from either a lack of sunlight, or too much of it, but she didn’t care, so neither did I.

Spending every second basking in the sun only caused her to look even more breathtaking, her statuesque form expanding into such lusciousness it was heartbreaking to behold. Her hair grew longer, stretching down to her ankles in silken waves, assisted by her body slightly shrinking in size. Ironically, being in the sun caused her skin to become even paler, and her hair to become an even more radiant silver. But those aspects weren’t even the best part. Her lavish legs were monuments unto themselves, chiseled with well-defined muscle. Her breasts were sculpted by the gods, each a pillow of love that commanded my quivering attention every time I was allowed to gaze above her waist.

Eventually, humans rediscovered magic in a desperate attempt to stop her. The same magic used to seal her away all those years ago. But she was far too powerful now to be affected by it, punishing all who tried to an eternity of suffering with a wag of her finger and a self-satisfied grin on her perfect face. Just to flaunt how ineffective the magic was now, she summoned the very bandages that had trapped her before, weaving them over her legs like stockings. I watched as they sizzled out, hugging the curve of her shapely calves and succulent thighs, only seeming to add to her overwhelming sex appeal. She refused to wear any other “clothing” of any kind.

In the following years, she would use her nigh-limitless power to rearrange the galaxy, bringing the biggest and brightest neutron star in the universe front-and-center to our planet, intent on stealing its dark power. She had already drained all of our sun’s energy, her body far beyond that of any supermodel, her beautiful, buxom breasts now permanently enlarged from the store of solar energy as it coalesced into her relatively tiny body. She was impossibly fit, the only fat on her body concentrated in her breasts and rear, serving only to round them into breathtaking perfection. Her face was a sight to behold, its aura utterly entrancing. Anyone who dared oppose her at this point were unable to resist instantly succumbing to its mesmerizing features, becoming her slave the second they laid eyes upon it.

“It’s funny…” she mused as I hungrily lapped at the edges of her folds. “To think that the collapse of the universe would come within your lifetime…” Her voice had become far more sultry, sending shivers down my bowed spine.

She had become the Sun Goddess of the universe, and I was rewarded with endless pleasure for being the only one who truly embraced the sun.