Deity Lover Maradon 2 (complete)

    Maradon and I have been happy together for a long while now. Even as the Ruby Empire is turned to upheaval by war and political intrigue. Maradon’s island home has remained peaceful, protected by their control of the ocean that surrounds us.

    Even still, news of the world reaches us, as Maradon enjoys hearing about the exploits of the mortals and their struggles. While they take most things with a grain of salt, there is one subject that seems to bring them some unease.

    There is a Queen in the Rakshasa court being lauded as a living Goddess, something that Maradon was worshipped for. This Queen Mythri is known as a goddess of love and fertility, and as well as a great idol of peace and longevity for those whom she blesses. Every time her name is brought up in reports, Maradon gets this look on their face. Their storm clouds form around their head, and a shadow casts across their face.

    I want to tell them that Mythri is a just a woman, like so many others, who have received some sort of moniker simply because the limelight has fallen on them. Mythri just happens to be in the right position to be labeled some sort of deity or idol. She’s beautiful, a queen, she rose from a place of poverty to become a royal in one of the most lavish courts in all the Ruby Empire. Her story is enough to give someone hope for a better tomorrow, but add in war and her devotion to her kingdom and its people, and of course, people are going to call this ordinary lady a goddess.

    My poor Maradon though does have a tendency to be jealous. Not only that, they have not been appropriately worshipped except by me in quite some time. I can understand their fervor over Mythri, but it is uncalled for.

    “I cannot stand this injustice one day further!” Maradon rises from their place in bed, standing tall with their broad shoulders pulled back and their storm cloud hair whipping wild above their head.

    I prop up on my elbows, watching them as they shred the latest document. “Love, Mythri means you no harm. She doesn’t even know.”

    “That’s just it!” Maradon whips around, naked and glorious even in rage. “She doesn’t know! No one does! Me and the other god-kings have been left to rot in obscurity! Back when Theodred and his armies tried to take me down, they wiped our names from the earth!” Maradon snarls. “I will write my name again! I will face off against this Mythri and see who the true deity of the people is!”

    I sigh, realizing I wouldn’t have much time to try and soothe Maradon before we approached Mythri. Sure, Mythri was queen over one of the Empire’s most powerful armies, but I doubt she had strength enough to take on Maradon. I would have to act fast to save that poor woman’s neck.

    “Is she really worth it, love?” I ask.

    Maradon’s eyes flash lightning at me. “She is a threat to you and me, my love,” Maradon snarls. “How can you not see it, Ariston?”

    I wonder how someone like my Maradon can’t see the folly of mortals, but that will have to wait until after they meet Mythri in person and discover she is nothing but human like I am. At least I assume I’m still mortal, not sure how bedding a god-king works.

    Maradon takes us to the Rakshasa court, transporting us on their storm clouds over the ocean. Of course, they make a big show outside the Rakshasa royal palace. Massive storm clouds, howling winds, thunder, lightning, all the works of course.

    The army greets us with, armed to the teeth as we step out of the cloud. Maradon looks them over and with a sneer, demands to see the queen. We are kept waiting for what feels like hours, but eventually, we are led through the castle by a black panther.

    “I apologize,” I say suddenly, and Maradon glares at me. They have taken their feminine form in an attempt to one-up Mythri in supposed beauty. “My partner has heard stories of Mythri, and all they want is to talk.”

    Maradon scoffs.

    The black panther looks at me. “We are taking threats extremely serious,” he growls. “The queen’s life, as well as the lives of her children, have been threatened one too many times now.” He says. “If one hair on her head is harmed, it will be war with whatever place you call home.”

    The panther leads us into a room where Mythri and her husband are sitting in wait. Mythri stands up and approaches the door. She smiles to the panther. “Thank you, Kalidas,” she says with a gentle voice. She then stands before Maradon and me, gazing up at Maradon with a look of awe.

    “Welcome,” she says, bowing low. “Had you told us you were coming, we would have been better prepared to accept you. Please,” she motions to the comfortable looking chairs surrounding the table. “I’ve made tea and something to eat. If you’re around for dinner, it won’t be very long.”

    Amit glares at us, looking concerned and angry.

    Maradon looks a bit shocked, not sure how to handle Mythri’s unencumbered hospitality. It takes them a minute to recover, and they glare down at Mythri.

    “Am I supposed to believe that you are who they are calling a goddess?” They sneer.

    “I would prefer you didn’t,” Mythri sighs. “I don’t like the rumors and stories. I am no one under the eyes of our gods.”

    Once again, Maradon balks at Mythri’s reply. “Surely, you only save that to save your neck!” Maradon scoffs.

    At this, Amit rises from the table, and Kalidas stands at attention.

    “Of course I wish to save my neck,” Mythri says with a shrug. “If I was a supposed god, would I care for my neck?” She asks. “It is human nature to want to save themselves. Do gods care if they are challenged to fight?”

    Maradon stares, their storm clouds calming a bit.

    “Please, come sit,” Mythri leads us over to the table where she pours us cups of tea.

    “Thank you,” I say, taking a cup and sipping it gingerly. “This is wonderful!”

    Maradon sniffs at their cup and watches me.

    “It’s a blend I make myself,” Mythri says with a charming smile. “My children don’t quite like tea, so I wanted to make a blend that would suit them.”

    I smile. “You have children?”

    Amit glares in my direction, and Maradon’s attention turns to him.

    “I have four,” Mythri says, and I notice how her hand falls onto her belly. “Three boys and a girl.”

    Amit puts his hand over Mythri’s under the table and gives her a warning look.

    “I didn’t know you had children,” Maradon replies with a guilty murmur. “All I ever heard was, goddess this and goddess that.”

    “Stories have a way of out-growing themselves the more they are told,” Mythri replies. “Women become goddesses, children become war heroes, dragons become evil monsters,” she says shaking her head. “The world so wants to find hope in anything.”

    “Can you blame them?” I chuckle.

    Mythri shakes her head. “In these times, I suppose looking for hope is not a crime.” She looks up to Maradon. “Now tell me, are the stories about you true?”

    Maradon smirks. “Most of them.”

    “My guards said you claimed to be a real deity, unlike me,” Mythri says, laying her hand on her chest. “I can understand why you would be angry.”

    Maradon finally drinks the tea Mythri offered and their storm clouds calm and turn white. “I am glad you understand.”

    To my surprise, I don’t have to do anything to protect Mythri. She charms Maradon as easily as one would lure a puppy. Mythri and Maradon instantly are enamored with each other and become close friends.

    Maradon and I stay in Rakshasa Country for a while. Partly because of Maradon’s attachments to the royal family, and also because they want better information on what is becoming of the Ruby Empire.

    “So the stories are true,” Mythri says in awe. “Theodred, Albion, and Balafelamona, they were all real people?”

    Her children are all scattered at our feet. I am holding the youngest, Chirayu, in my arms, he is barely two. The other’s are older, Himank and Dhaval are both around ten, while the little princess, Damini, is almost six. 

    “Very real,” Maradon replies. “It was Theodred who cast me out of my native homelands so he could take my emeralds for himself,” they scowl. “Those awful Boiling Knights of his,” they grimace and stick their tongue out.

    “That sounds cool!” Himank says in awe.

    “Why were they called Boiling knights?” Damini asked. “Were they lobsters?”

    Maradon chuckles, picking up Damini from the ground and placing her on their knee. “No one knows what the Boiling Knights looked like. But they were called such because when they traveled, their bulbous black helmets made it look like the land was bubbling and boiling.”

    “How come you couldn’t defeat Theodred then?” Damini asks. “If you really are a god?”

    Maradon sighs, a small, sad smile on their lips. “Sometimes, it isn’t about defeating your enemy, but protecting your people.”

    After putting the children to bed, I notice Mythri looks a bit strange. She sits down and is almost pale.

    “Are you ok?” I ask.

    Mythri smiles at us. “Oh, I’ll be just fine.”

    Maradon watches her, their expression soft for a moment. They sit down beside Mythri, placing their hand over her belly. “This little lady is putting up a fight, isn’t she?”

    Mythri’s eyes goes wide, and Amit turns so fast the glass in his hand slides down the table and nearly falls off.

    Maradon smiles. “I had a feeling that first day, but now I am certain.”

    “You said girl, right?” Amit asks as he comes over towards us.

    “It has the same energy as Damini,” Maradon replies. “Powerful, intelligent, beguiling,” they smirk to Mythri. “You need to teach your husband how to pull out.”

    Mythri wraps her arms around Maradon, hugging them tight. “This is such wonderful news! We have so been wanting another girl!”

    “I didn’t do a thing,” Maradon laughs. “You are the ones who created her. I just gave you the good news.”

    After Mythri and Amit go to bed, happy and crying over the news that their expectant baby was the girl they wanted, Maradon and I retire to our chambers as well.

    Maradon is sitting on the bed, a wistful look on their face as they gaze out the window. “It is remarkable, isn’t it?” They murmur, stroking their hair in their hands. They’re sitting there naked, looking very tempting to my eyes.

    “You’ll have to be specific.” I chuckle.

    Maradon looks up at me. “Mythri and Amit,” they reply. “They aren’t just amazing leaders, but they’re these attentive and doting parents. The children are all beautiful and talented-” they then clam up. “Do you ever hope, that one day, your children will ever be like that?”

    I sit down beside Maradon and touch their cheek. “I often wonder what it would look like to see you holding a child.” I kiss their neck and jaw. “But it has never been a deep thought.”

    Maradon turns, meeting my lips and kissing me hungrily. “I want it.”

    I run my fingers through their hair and gaze into Maradon’s eyes. “What?” I whisper.

    “A family,” Maradon eases my back down onto the bed. “A baby.” Their fingers stroke down my chest. “Give me your seed, Ariston,” they moan needily. 

    I swallow, feeling my cock already surge. “Really?” I pant.

    Maradon opens my robe and smiles as they wrap their fingers around my shaft. “I have a womb ready,” they purr. “You just need to fill it.”

    I chuckle, touching Maradon’s full breasts and trailing my hand down their stomach. I glance back up to their eyes, seeing flashes of light within them. I groan as they stroke me, laying my head back into the plush pillows.

    Maradon moves, placing their hips over my face, I gaze up, seeing their folds and lips, their clit needing of attention. It isn’t often we do it this way, Maradon usually prefers to be inside me. I pull them down, tasting their sweet honey and bringing them to my lips.

    Maradon moans, gasping as they make me into their mouth. I groan, vibrating against their slit. Maradon smears against me, dripping as they suck me. Their tongue coils around my shaft, pumping as they bob their head.

    They then sit up, turning around and rubbing themselves against me. They gasp and pant, letting their folds coat my coat.

    I look up at Maradon and smile. I cannot believe such a creature loves me and wants me in their life this way.

    “This what you want, right?” Maradon mewls as they still.

    I nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “If you are willing to give it.”

    Maradon starts to take me inside. They grimace at first, unused to the feeling. They then sigh and twitch, their inner walls coil and clamp around me. Their expression melts and bit, and they grind me inside.

    “Does it feel good?” Maradon pants as they start to move.

    I nod, gripping their hips as I watch them. “Of course it does.”

    Maradon grunts, closing their eyes tight and placing their palms on my chest. “I’m not used-” they grunt, “to your cock this way.”

    “Do you want me to get on top?” I groan.

    Maradon frowns then moves off me, they lay on their back, and I sit up. I spread their legs, looping their knees over my shoulder. I guide myself to their slit, slipping inside.

    Maradon moans and lays their cheek to the pillow. 

    “You’re so tight,” I sigh as I start to move. “I know you’re not virgin but-” I giggle.

    Maradon frowns up at me. “This is my first!” They then moan loudly. “It’s all new, just...anh! Just for the baby.”

    I still for a moment, looking down at their folds. I bite back a smirk and chuckle. “You should have warned me.” I reach down, rubbing their thick clit. 

    Maradon bites their lip, whimpering at the new touch. “Don’t tease-” the whine.

    “I would never,” I sigh. I thrust my hips, wanting to be as deep as possible when the moment came.

    I could watch Mardon come undone forever. Their beauty is indescribable as they lay spread out on the bed, their legs in the air. Their melted expression and deep, pleasured sounds urges me forward. 

    I go faster, harder, growling as I drive into them. Maradon squeals and covers their face with their hands.

    “I feel it-” they whine. “Oh, hurry!”

    I could savor the sensation of their inner walls squeezing around me forever. It nearly vibrates as I cum, pushing in deep to make sure not a drop is spilled. Maradon’s lashes flutter, and their lips open into a silent howl.

    I snarl and shiver, releasing everything inside them. I fall onto their chest, and we both lay in silence for a long moment. As I pull away, Maradon cups their hand around their mound, so nothing spills.

    “Do you always cum so much?” Maradon purrs.

    I kiss them and chuckle. “You asked me to.”

    Maradon smirks and pats my cheek. “It may not take,” they whisper sadly.

    “We’ll keep trying until it does,” I tell them. “Don’t worry.”

    Maradon sighs, their kiss is gentle and sweet. “I’m not,” they say. “I can already feel it working.”

    I chuckle, laying down beside them and pulling them to my chest.

    The next morning, I wake up and find Maradon is already up. They’re looking out the window, and they grin when they turn to me. “Look.” As they come over to me, I see their belly is already starting to pronounce.

    “What?” I gasp, touching the pooch to their belly.

    “We can still try if you like, but once did the trick just fine,” Maradon giggles with glee.

    “How is it already happening so fast?” I gasp.

    “Part human, part deity,” Maradon replies. “I figured you would have known that,” they say. “It won’t be as fast as it takes for a god. But it will still be quicker than the nine months for a human.”

    I swallow nervously, seeing the belly is already a touch bigger than before.

    “I was hoping to have them at home, but I don’t want to travel now. I’m sure Mythri will understand.” Maradon then looks at me. “You’re pale.”

    “I’m shocked,” I gasp. “I didn’t know but...I’m excited.” I smile and chuckle. “You’ll have to excuse me.”

    Maradon shakes their head. “Typical father,” they sigh.

    Mythri helps us to prepare, although she seems just as shocked and confused as I am. She helps Maradon, but there isn’t much that needs to be done. Before we know it, the time for the baby has come.

    The little one comes during the night without much fuss or panic. It is small, much smaller than I expected. Their skin is dark like mine their hair like Maradon’s. They’re covered in dark freckles all over their body, and their cries makes the windows outside howl.

    Maradon holds them, feeding them from their breast.

    “What shall we call them?” I ask. “Do you have a name?”

    Maradon tilts their head. “Ari,” they say and smile at me. “After their father.”

    I grin and chuckle. “You don’t have to do that,” I whisper. I touch the baby’s cheek as they eat and they fuss at the interruption to their meal.

    “That is all I see when I look at them,” Maradon whispers. “Ariston is so strong within them.”

    I kiss them and nod. “Ari,” I whisper. “It’s perfect.”

    “I know it is,” Maradon says with a smug smirk. “I know.”