Storm God Hatus 2 (complete)

I wake up to the sound of thunder and wind as well as Sandy whining. I reach out, petting her to assure her I was there. I open my eyes and looking up as the rain fell outside the window that made up the ceiling.

Sandy keens and tucks herself under the furs and she starts to calm down. I grumble and stand up, setting my feet in water.

“Oh come on,” I huff. I look over at the waterfall that makes up one wall of my room. It’s overflowing with the rain and pushing out the vines that curtain it.

I walk through the water and out of my room, the sound of thunder is getting louder the closer I get to Hatus’s room. As I open his room I’m blinded for a moment by lightning. I growl as I rub my eyes and he turns around.

“What are you doing awake?” He asks. He’s taking bowls from the pool and filling them with sound, fury, and wind.

“My room is flooding,” I yawn as I walk towards him.

“Splish splash! Splish splash.” Gordon mocks as he comes tapping out from behind Hatus.

I roll my eyes at him and turn my attention back to Hatus. “It happens every time you send out a storm.”

I had been on Hatus’s island for several weeks now. Ever since I was washed ashore I have been staying here and getting to know Hatus. The ocean chose me as his bride, but I was wanting to get closer to him before I made any such promises or commitments.

“I’m sorry, would you like to sleep in here then?” Hatus asks.

The bed rises out from the floor, fluffing up and pillows fell down from the ceiling. Hatus motions to the bed. “I’ll come and cuddle you once I’m done here.”

I just give him and look and shake my head. “No, Hatus,” I say. “I just want my room to not flood. It nearly drowned Gucci last time.”

“The water likes to be near you,” Hatus says with a smile. “Take it as a compliment and a sign of comfort.” He then sighs and turns back to the bowls, filling one with thunder from my palm. “But I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” I sigh and bow slightly. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“I would enjoy it more if you were here with me,” Hatus smirks as I open the door. “Come stay.”

I glance over my shoulder at him then look back out the door. In all the time I’ve spent with Hatus I have been holding on to my hope of going home. I suppose it held me back from getting to know Hatus more intimately and privately. I don’t know why it was a fear. If he really wanted me to be happy he would let me go home and visit.

I stepped away from the door. “Why would having me here be so enjoyable?”

Hatus fills another bowl and sets it into the water. It flashes and flickers as it slips through a hole in the wall. “It would make me happy,” he replies cooly. “Isn’t any man happy when a beautiful woman is in there bed.”

You had to hand it to Hatus for being smooth. I had met many a man in my day who had tried and failed at it.

“I don’t think a gay man would get too big a kick out of it,” I retort.

Hatus smiles and the wind he’s handling whirls and bounces into a bowl. “You’re right,” he sets the bowl in the water. “But this is me, and I would very much like to see you posed on my bed, even if all we do is talk.”

I go over to the bed while Gordon walks around fluffing up and screaming at the bowls in the water. I sit down on the bed and marvel at how soft it is. I sink in a bit and it cradles my thighs and butt like it was made for it.

“Where are Sandy and Gucci now?” Hatus asks me.

I relax a bit and grab a pillow, holding it and resting my chin on top. “Both in bed, I assume. I honestly have no clue how Gucci operates.”

Hatus chuckles. “That’s why Gordon takes care of them.”

I watch as Hatus moves, his hands are like massive clubs but he moves them so elegantly. His fingers barely move the water as he scoops up bowls to feed out into the sea.

“Do you make hail?” I ask. “What about snow?”

“Do you want hail and snow?” Hatus asks.

I shrug. “I’m just curious. You make storms for the ocean, but do you also create snowstorms and hail storms?”

“Snow depends on a different force than myself,” he answers. “And hail is a cruel joke.”

I furrow my brow. “A cruel joke?”

Hatus laughs. “There are creatures in the clouds,” he says. “And when they get mad, well, hail happens.”

“That’s what my dad used to say when I was little!” I scoff. “You mean that is actually true?”

Hatus laughs harder, throwing his head back and his feathers fluff out. “The world is much more different than you think it is.” He sets the last bowl into the water and watches as it floats away. The sound of rain and wind is joined by the chiming of the bowls still in his pool.

“For instance,” he says as he strides towards me. “Should one day we fatefully join together and create a life, they could create fire and sand. They would follow the lightning and make glass.”

“You make that sound strangely romantic,” I say, scooting over a bit as they join me on the bed.

“I have daydreams about such things,” he says with a smile. “Lately I have been wondering what storms will happen when and if we do finally make love.”

I perk up a bit and giggle. “Will we really makes storms?”

“Of course,” he leans in close. “I’ll be vulnerable and my powers will slip into the waves without protection,” he murmurs. His fingers brush along my cheek and through my hair. “Uninhibited, powerful, and daunting,” he whispers. “Hurricanes will have nothing one what passions we could wrought.”

I swallow and ease back a bit. Never has talking about the weather sounded so erotic to me before. “That doesn’t sound good for anybody. Perhaps we should agree the best call to action is abstinence,” I look into his eyes. “For safety reasons.”

Hatus chuckles and touches my hair. The long dreadlocks are tied back with a silk scarf while I sleep. “That sounds awfully cruel to us both.” He smirks at me and lays back on the bed. “You have a body that deserves to know the powers of this world.”

I chuckle and look away as my cheeks burn. “And what powers might those be?”

Hatus reaches his hand out, stroking my exposed thigh. I stretch my leg out, letting him touch the entire length. I have never like my legs, I always thought they were too short and chubby. My thighs and hips held stretch marks and cellulite that kept me from wearing shorts. But as Hatus touches them I see a flicker in his eyes as he longingly touches my skin.

“Primal powers,” Hatus moans. “The original powers.” His hand rests on my hip and I can feel his fingers on my rear. It’s not a bad feeling.

“What are the original powers?” I ask, moving so I press my rear into his palm more. “Tell someone who is out of the loop.”

Hatus bites his lip and moans to himself. “Desire,” he says. “That’s the original power. Everyone knows it and had felt it in one form or another.” He squeezes my ass, testing. He watches my expression and then squeezes some more. “Desire can be lust, greed, hunger, longing. If used properly it can become love and passion. Great tools and equalizers for anyone.”

I move so I sit down on his hand and it’s trapped. “Are you trying to turn me on?”

“Oh, always,” Hatus sits up on his elbow. “But only if you really want to be.” He leans in towards me. “My desire is a rich tapestry, Tianie,” he whispers. “Sex, passion, love, and comfort can all exist to make one happy.”

I tilt my chin up. “You speak such pretty words.”

He cups his hand under my chin. “I can do many pretty things.” He kisses me, soft at first before pressing closer. His teeth brush against me and he pulls away all too soon. “Longing,” he whispers. “I’m giving it to you,” he chuckles.

I place my hand on his chest, disappointed her ended our first kiss so quickly. I supposed he had his own devilish plans in mind. “Take it back.”

“Not until you really feel it,” he hisses into my ear. “It’ll ache, trust me.”

“I’ll fart into you and, don’t test me,” I tease with a big grin.

His fingers grope and dig into my ass. “You think such things bother me? Just bad wind,” he kisses my neck. “If it means I get to feel your amazing ass for even a second more, I’ll accept such punishment.”

I laugh and sit up, letting him move his hand to my lower back. “I can’t tell when you’re joking around or not.” I move so I’m straddling his thigh. If he could tease, so could I.

Hatus moans softly and he looks into my eyes. “I would never joke around with you.”

“Something tells me you would,” I pet up his chest. My fingers rub against the gemstones set in his body and ripple over the red clay skin. He’s strong, but lean, not too much muscle on his already powerful form.

“Mm,” Hatus moans.

“Whose longing now?” I smirk proudly up at him.

Hatus squeezes my cheeks between his fingers. “I have been, darling,” he growls. “That’s the whole point.” He bounces his thigh slightly and grins at me. “That’s why I wanted to give it to you for a while. So you could see for a moment what it’s like.”

I moan softly and Hatus loses his breath for a moment. He leans in to my ear, breathing heavy as his hand clutches around my hip. “You’re getting wet.”

“I told you,” I mewl. “My room is flooding.”

Hatus grins wickedly. “Well, well,” he laughs. “Something for certain is flooding.” He bounces his thigh more and I squeeze mine around it.

“That’s the longing,” he growls to me. “Does it ache yet?”

“A little,” I pant.

Hatus leans in, kissing me again. This time he lingers, pressing in close as his hands wrap around his hips. He growls and bites my lip. His tongue licks before he pulls back.

“Hold still,” he whispers into my ear. He tugs down my shorts and underwear, tugging them away. My slit then sits directly on his skin. “Oh fuck,” Hatus snarls as his fingers dig into my hips.

I whimper softly and lean into my chest. His fingers slip between my cheeks and touch my directly. “Hatus,” I mewl to his skin, drooling slightly.

“Yes, darling,” he groans. His fingers rub against me, pressing between the folds and adding pressure with his thigh.

“Hatus,” I’m losing my thoughts one by one. I lick my tongue up his chest, gently biting him and grinding myself to his hand.

Outside the wind is howling and snarling, mixing with the thunder and lightning. It flashes, illuminating the room. Thunder roars again and one of his fingers slips inside me. I squeeze around him, feeling a throbbing pulse from his fingertip.

I cling to his chest, moaning out loud as I move my hips, greeting his finger gladly. Hatus chuckles darkly and he bites my shoulder.

“How is that longing now?” He whispers into my ear. “Wouldn’t it be torture if you woke up from a dream right now?”

“Please don’t!” I whine.

Hatus chuckles. “I would never do that to you.” He kisses me again. “Not until you cum, at least.”

I swallow and reach down between his legs. His loincloth barely hides his length. In fact the tip of it peaks out on his thigh from beneath.

Hatus growls and adds another finger inside.

I pull away the loincloth, gazing at his cock on full display. It’s the same red clay as his skin but the tip fades into dark black. There are gemstones imbedded along the shaft. They feel silky and cool as I touch him more.

His tip starts to drip, the liquid smears against his thigh and Hatus starts to roll his hips the more I touch him.

“I can’t stand this,” he growls.

“I should warn you,” I moan. “I’ve never-” I then stop. “I mean, no one has ever made me…release before.”

Hatus turns and grins wickedly at me. “You were with mortals before,” he snarls. “You’re with a god now.” He slips his fingers from me and sucks them clean. He moans hungrily before looking at me again. “I won’t stop until I make you cum, my darling.”

I swallow and try to suppress my grin. “It wasn’t a challenge,” I moan as he eases me onto my back. “Just a warning. I’ll enjoy the ride no matter what.”

Hatus moans, rubbing his cock against my thigh. “You don’t understand my pride,” he growls. “If I can’t make my bride’s eyes roll to the back of her head, I am not a good groom.”

“Hatus,” I pant as he rubs himself to my slit. “How did this happen?”

He chuckles and kisses me. “You seduced me quite expertly,” he purrs. “As soon as you walked into my room I knew tonight we would make love.”

I moan then gasp as his cock slips inside. “How did you-ah!” I grip his wrists as he pushes deep.

“Your body,” he purrs. “It radiated longing and want. You didn’t care about your room flooding. It gave you an excuse to come to me.”

I pout and look away but then I moan as he starts to move. I feel safe and comfortable with Hatus, even if this wasn’t planned. I had been quite nervous for this moment, but now all those nerves were melted away. I was afraid that me not being able to achieve orgasm with a man was something wrong with me. But Hatus gave me a big boost of confidence. His promise meant more to me than anything.

“That longing did a world of good,” Hatus chuckles. “You feel so good.”

I sigh and my lashes flutter. I press close to Hatus’s chest, letting him rub to my breasts and belly.

All of a sudden, Gordon starts screaming.

Hatus growls. “He fucking ruined it.”

I snort, covering my mouth so wouldn’t laugh too loudly. Hatus gets up and strides over to Gordon who is screaming like a maniac.

“You need to go.” He chases Gordon out the room and even when he closes the door Gordon is still screaming outside.

I giggle and Hatus glares at me. “He is an awful friend.” He gets back into bed, kissing me and slipping back between my thighs.

“I know, right?” He wrap my arms around him. “Should we check that nothing else will interrupt us?”

“That’s their problem now,” Hatus snarls as he thrusts back inside me.

I lose my breath for a moment and I bite my cheek really hard. I groan loudly and claw my fingers down Hatus’s back.

“That’s good,” he snarls as he starts to move. He digs his hands into the bed, ripping at the fabric. Feathers start to flow out and swirl around us. He moves hard and deep, shaking me to the core. I can feel him surging and pulsing inside me, the more he moves the more I feel.

I claw down his back, wanting to feel more of him. I press to his chest, gasping for breath as he grinds inside me. He rubs to a spot so deep I had never felt it before. It makes my legs weak and my stomach do flip flops.

“The things you do to me,” Hatus snarls. More feathers are floating everywhere, all around us like we were in a snow globe.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, “please.”

Hatus growls in my ear, breathing hard. He keeps moving, thrusting inside me. He then licks his fingers and rubs them to my clit. I cry out, nearly kicking him in the shin at the sensation.

“I knew it,” he moans. His fingers rub my clit slowly at first. I start to feel light headed and the room begins to spin.

“Hatus!” I cry out, digging my nails into his back. Lightning courses through my body, I jerk and cry out. My whole body vibrates and I hold onto him for dear life.

Hatus keeps move, thrusting inside me as he starts to sound like an animal. His fingers move on my clit still, making me jerk and buck with powerful aftershocks. He then stills, grunting in my ear.

My vision is fading out and going to a pinpoint. He breathes into my ear, bringing me back into the world.

“Don’t leave me yet,” he snarls.

“Oh god,” I whimper.

He starts to move again, slowly chugging his hips. I gasp and jerk, a spasm makes me kick and I accidently stub my toe to his knee. He chuckles, pulling out of me slowly. He rises up, taking a deep breath as feathers continue to swirl around us.

“Oops,” he laughs and snaps his wrist. The feathers swirl and collect together. The air clears and Hatus kisses me.

I melt to him, kissing him in return and stroking his long hair from his face. “Oh wow.”

“Good first time?” He grins.

“Oh wow!” I laugh as I hold him tight.

Hatus grins, kissing me again as he falls into bed. “That wasn’t so hard,” he cuddles to me, holding my back against his chest. “Took a little bit, but I think I finally have your wonderful body figured out.” He strokes his hand down my chest and belly.

I moan softly, my whole entire being extremely sensitive. I am having the hardest time remembering how to talk.

Hatus kisses my cheek. “Now,” he purrs. “Imagine that every night, hell, anytime you wanted it.”

I grunt and look back at him. “I don’t think I’ll recover from this round.”

He kisses my cheek. “I’m very pleased to hear that.” He kisses my neck and relaxes beside me. “Sleep now,” he murmurs. “You’ve earned your rest.”

I melt into the bed, going into a sleep so deep I don’t even dream.

I wake up later, blinking the sleep from my eyes. I sit up and see Hatus is standing over the bowls as they sing. He stoops down, picking on up from the water.

“What time is it?” I moan.

Hatus turns to me and sets the bowl back into the water. “It’s about time you woke up.” He walks over and sits down on the edge of the bed.

I stretch and yawn, parts of me feel extremely sore. “You’re the one who did it to me.” I meet his kiss and grin up at him. “Did you sleep well?”

“Your ass kept rubbing up to me while you slept. It was an absolute nightmare,” he grins. “I loved it.”

I scoff and push at him. “Even gods are bothered by asses?”

“I am at least.” He kisses my cheek then takes my hand. “I have a gift for you.” He slips a ring laden with pearls onto my finger.

I grow a bit nervous. “What’s this for?”

“A promise,” he says. “I know you miss you father back home.” Hatus looks into my eyes. “I can’t expect to hold you here forever and think your heart will not want those you love.” He squeezes my hand tight.

“Because I love you and I know if I am apart from you that feeling would be so profound.” Hatus smiles at me and tilts his head. “This ring assures we are connected and you have your way home when you want it.”

I gaze up at him in awe and my heart skips a beat. “Oh thank you!” I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I meant to give it sooner,” he whispers. “But I was afraid,” he kisses my forehead. “Now I know,” he says. “You would miss me too.”

“Of course I would,” I cup his face between my hands. “I do love you.”

Hatus closes his eyes as a few tears slip down his cheeks. “The wonders hearing those words does.” He then stands up. “I know you’re eager to go home,” he says. “Will you…” he fidgets nervously as he walks me to my room. “Will you tell your father about me?”

I grin up at him. “Of course I will, but you do realize, he will wat to meet you.” I squeeze Hatus’s hand tight. “You should come with me.”

“Oh,” he gasps. “You would want me too?”

I nod. “Of course.”

We travel home, taking Gordon, Sandy, and Gucci with us. My father is overjoyed to see me and refuses to let me go. He sees Hatus and there is a recognition in his eyes, something from long ago when he was a boy. He welcomes Hatus into his home and Hatus hits his head on the doorframe.

I tell my dad about the voyage and that my aunt and uncle had probably lost their lives at sea.

“That’s a shame,” he scoffs. “They didn’t deserve that.” He then shows me the news paper article that is like a catalog of all the horrible procedures and illegal plastic surgeries they had done.

“Everyone assumes they’re on the run,” my dad replies. “Too bad. They deserved to face justice here on the shore, not under the sea.”

“They had their own crimes there,” Hatus replies. “The sea deserved their say as well.”

My dad laughs. “I suppose.”

Hatus returns to the island that evening, not feeling safe leaving it for too long. Gordon and Gucci go with him, but Sandy and I stay on shore for a little while longer.

“Do you really love him?” My dad asks. “Because I can see in him so much love for you. You don’t have to lie about your feelings, Tianie.”

I grin at him. “I do love him,” I reply. “As strange as it is, I feel like I’ve fallen into a fairy tale.”

My dad laughs and hugs me tight. “I’m happy for you,” he says. “That’s all I ever wanted for you was to find this happiness in life.”

“Oh, by the way,” I gasp as I step away. “You remember how you told me awful little men threw hail from the clouds?”

“Yeah,” dad shrugs. “What about it?”

“That’s actually a real thing!” We both laugh about it, going on talking until the sunrises. Dad goes to bed after we say goodbye and I find a bowl waiting for me and Sandy at the dock. I step into it and look back behind me. It wasn’t goodbye forever, just for now.

I sit back and Sandy crawls into my lap. After awhile I close my eyes, falling asleep as the bowl takes me home.

I wake to the sound of chiming, and rise from the bowl  as it slips into the tunnel lit by the glowing algae. I sigh with relief, feeling closer to home than ever before. The bowl goes out into the pool and I see Hatus wading out towards me.

“Did you have a good visit, my love?” He asks me as he grabs hold of the bowl and pulls me to shore.

I stand on tip toe and kiss him. “It really was.” I step onto shore then ease into the water, standing beside Hatus. Sandy runs inside and I hear Gordon screaming in the distance.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Hatus whispers to me. “It didn’t feel quite right without you here.”

I wade into the water and Hatus kneels down so we’re eye to eye. “The shore didn’t feel like home, not like it used to.” I wrap my arms around him and Hatus lays his head on my shoulder.

“I couldn’t wait to see you,” I sigh. “You never took the longing away.”

“And I never will,” he whispers as he kisses me.