Deity Lover Maradon (complete)

    I have been traveling the seas most of my life. My mother was the captain of her own vessel, and I was born on the waves. My mother taught me to respect and fear the ocean. She always told me that we do not take more from the sea than we need, and we will always accept what the sea gives us.

    My mother believed in the god Maradon, and she would pray to them in the morning and evenings. On the seas, she made offerings to Maradon, giving part of whatever treasure she found to them.

    I do the same, although I am not the pirate like my mother was, I still make offerings to Maradon in her honor. When my mother grew older, she sold her ship and took to a houseboat on the port. From there, I joined many voyages just for the sake of staying on the ocean.

    Currently, I was leaving the Cobra Strait, having delivered supplies to the Rakshasa Court. After the Gnolls attacked, the seas were becoming a much stranger place. The Cobra Strait was usually an extremely busy place, as it was what connected the continents of the Ruby Empire together. Since the Gnoll invasion on the Rakshasa, there were measures being taken to safeguard from outside forces. 

    The ship had just left the Cobra Strait and was heading out into the open waters of the ocean. For some reason, the air felt strange. Something did not seem right at all. Everyone was tense and alert for no reason. There was an electricity to the air that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

    “Ariston,” one of my mates calls to me. “You feel it too right?” He asks.

    I nod with a frown on my lips. “I can’t put my finger on it,” I reply. “But it feels like something nagging at me, chewing at am. I don’t know what it is, but everything feels strange.”

    They look out over the water and frown. “Perhaps you should pray to that god of yours.”

    “Perhaps,” I whisper as a breeze washes over me. I look behind me, feeling as if my eyes are being guided. I then see it, another ship on the horizon and coming in fast. Before you know it, the ship is firing at you. Canons strike, sending splintered wood everywhere. The crew and I tried to fight them off, but it is too late.

    It’s a Gnoll ship, one full of refugees from the attack on the Gnoll Kingdom. After the death of Bethsabe and he replacement took the throne, people either stayed or fled. This happened to be on of the ships that fled. They attacked, coming on board and killing all in their path. They were taking supplies and those who didn’t fight.

    I was trying to fighting them off, but I was overpowered. I was sliced and stabbed quite a few times. As my blood left me, I was thrown overboard, tossed into the waves. I don’t know how long I struggled to remain float, but as the ship burned and sank beneath the waves, so did I.

    I prayed to Maradon, asking that if I did not survive then perhaps use whatever life I had left to save anyone else. I thought about how it felt right, that since I was born on the waters, I should die in them now. 

    I hear the screeches of gulls and the crashing of waves. I groan, rolling over in the black sand as I raise myself up. I look around, realizing I am laying on a beach. I survived, but how? I am aching, and in pain, my wounds are stinging from just the air. I stand up, seeing wreckage from the ship washing on shore. It chills me, so I leave the shore. I walk into the woods behind me, hearing the rush of fresh water near by.

    I race forward, finding a stream that leads to a basin where there’s a waterfall. I drink deep from the water, gulping it down and wetting my head. Who knows how long I baked on that beach. As I pull my head from the water, I see before me a beautiful vision.

    There’s a woman bathing in the waterfall. Her skin is copper and unblemished. There are marking of yellow and blue on her, going down her back and legs. Her long hair flows about her, not falling to the water at all. 

    She turns, and I gasp as her eyes fall on me. They’re bright light lightening and twice as frightening. She rises from sitting, standing much taller than me. Her Amazonian physique makes me feel small in comparison, but it does not take away from her savage beauty.

    She walks towards me, and I feel a mighty presence. I am not in the presence of a normal woman. Whoever, or whatever, she is, is something more. I feel the breath sucked from my lungs and I lose my nerve to speak.

    She tilts her head, her hair flowing around her still as if she were underwater. Her lashes flicker, and I feel electricity in my veins.

    “Aren’t you going to thank me?” Her voice is deep and snarling, and it makes me weak down to my bones.

    “Th-thank you?” I manage to gasp.

    She smiles, kneeling down to be on my level. “I saved your life.” She touches my chest, her fingers grazing along my wounds. They start to heal, and it burns and itches with such intensity it makes me cry out in agony. 

    “Hush now, it is only for a moment,” she murmurs as she tilts up my chin.

    “Wh-who are you?” I whine, still unable to catch my breath.

    She smiles at me, and I see the blue and yellow markings on her face. One of them looks hauntingly familiar. It is the eye at the center of her forehead that forms a tea drop down the bride of her nose. My mother had an amulet bearing the same markings. 

    “Maradon?” I gasp.

    She grins at me. “Aren’t you smart,” he dark, smokey voice reminds me of the distant rumbling of storms on the sea.

    “This can’t be,” I gasp, watching as she wades in the pool. “How is this possible?”

    She turns and looks at me from over her shoulder. “I have been listening to your prayers for a long time,” she replies. “I’ve always liked you, Ariston. Your mother was always one of my favorites too.”

    I am stunned beyond belief. As much as I had prayed to Maradon, I had never assumed that could take a form and walk among man. Yet here they were, in the form of a gorgeous, earthly woman. Was that who they really were or were they taking a shape that would please me? I wasn’t sure. But watching Maradon as they stood in the water I felt overwhelmed and grateful. I passed out there by the waterfall. My wounds and the healing they were going through, mixed with my shock, made me pass out.

    I woke a second time that day in a warm, fluffy bed. I sat up, staring at my surroundings. The walls look like leaves, and for some reason, I feel like I’m inside a tree. As I set my feet on the ground a hand rises from the bed, pulling me back into it.

    Maradon, still naked and woman, pins me into the fluffy bed. “Stay put,” they growl.

    “Yes,” I gasp, staring up at them.

    They smirk at me and get up. “You need to heal, so stay where you are.”

    I watch them, the movement of their body and how they pose. I’m not quite sure what they are. God, mortal, or something else entirely. 

    Maradon’s hand goes through the wall, and they pull back with a handful of fruits. They come back over to me, setting the fruit on the floor and picking up a mango. With a twist of their wrist, the mango falls in half, and they use their finger to scoop out the sweet flesh and feed it to me.

    “Why are you doing this?” I ask.

    Maradon’s eyes flick up to me. “Do I  need a reason for anything I do?” They ask.

    I shrug. “No, not exactly,” I mutter between bites. “I just don’t feel worthy.”

    Maradon sets the mango aside and leans in, pressing a long, deep kiss to my lips. Their mouth parts and I feel an electric shock course down my tongue, making it numb and tingle. Maradon pulls back with a sigh, fog wisping from their lips.

    “You are my worthiest,” they reply. “Your prayers and offerings have always reached me, and your loyalty has not gone unnoticed. I am forgotten,” they whisper. “There are few who still call me by name.” They kiss you again, and you moan with need as the kiss deepens.

    “It is not often a God falls in love,” they whisper. “Your loyalty and beauty have made me weak,” they smirk. “You should be proud.”

    My tongue still feels numb and my lips tingle. “Love?” I gasp.

    Maradon offers me another bite of mango, but my taste buds are all out of whack from their kiss. “Of course,” they reply. “Gods fall for beauty easy. That is why you see so many little half-bloods running around,” Maradon scoffs. “You have beauty, piety, and devotion. How could I not fall in love with that?”

    I lick my lips and gaze at Maradon’s beauty. I can’t help but wonder if they are wearing a disguise to match me. 

    As I heal, Maradon continues to take care of me. Their healing touch closed the wounds, but I am still quite weak and in pain most often. They feed me and stay by my side, although I have noticed they seem restrained. It’s as if Maradon is holding back, afraid to let something go.

    I can’t help but feel a need when I’m around Maradon. My desire and libido increase, as if I am a very young man again. Although Maradon kissed me and confessed their love, they do not express it like mortals do. I do wonder how sex with a god would work and then I can’t help but laugh at myself at the thought.

    Once I am strong enough to move around, I realize that I am merely in a room in a greater building. As soon as I walk out of my nest, I realize there is something strange. I stand in a stone room, almost like a temple. It looks old and worn. The room is massive with a huge circle in the ceiling. Below it there is a giant fire raging. Across the room, there is a throne where I see Maradon posed. Only they are not in the form they have always taken around me.

    Their body is still tall and graceful, very powerful. The markings are the same, but the skin is storm gray. Their face is hard and stoney, with sharp features. Their third eye was actually there, and when I walked into the room, they turned towards me.

    “What are you doing up?” They growl.

    I look around, seeing how empty this chamber is. I can imagine that once it was full of worshippers all bowing and praying to Maradon. I stand before their throne, looking up at this still majestic creature.

    “I came to pray,” I tell them. “I owe it, and it has been too long since I last did it.”

    I can see Maradon swallow, and they stand up. “You are the last one who needs to pray to me.”

    I strip away the robe Maradon had wrapped me in, standing before them naked. I then bow before them, spreading my arms out of the ground. “I want to,” I reply.

    Maradon makes me sit up, and they slip their fingers under my chin. I reach up, stealing a kiss from them and feeling that electricity on my tongue again. Is it wrong to want a god?

    Maradon growls, pushing me back and staring into my eyes. “You dare steal a kiss.”

    I reach out, touching their hair that now looks more like angry storm clouds. “I would dare to steal many kisses,” I whisper to them. 

    Maradon clutches the back of my neck, pulling my hair and back my neck arch. They kiss me again, taking their time. The kiss is deep and heated, and I am able to slip my tongue into their mouth. I pull back, kissing their neck and shoulder. I move into their lap as I kiss down their chest. I meet their eyes, watching their expression as they lean back against the stairs towards their throne.

    Maradon parts their legs and there I see a massive cock waiting for me. I grin, excited to see it. I am a fan of sex in general, I don’t have a preference for who I share the experience with. I’ve slept with men, women, and everything in between. Maradon is all new to me, but nothing I am unfamiliar with.

    I stroke their thick cock, feeling it throb and pulse in my palm. I kiss their belly and listen to them moan. They throw their head back, panting as I swirl my fingers around their tip. I take them into my mouth, sucking the tip specifically as my hand pumps around their mighty shaft.

    Maradon reaches for something, taking a chalice from the foot of the throne. They tip it, pouring the warm oil inside over my back. Their long arm stretches along my back, rubbing the oil into my flesh and between the cheeks of my ass.

    I moan, taking more of their cock into my mouth and into my throat.

    “Fuck,” Maradon snarls, hips bucking. Their fingers slip inside me, and I pull up just to moan out loud for them. You grin up at them, biting your lip as their fingers slowly move inside you.

    Maradon’s eyes widen, and they gasp softly. They lean back more as I take some of the oil to pump over their cock. Maradon’s eyes squeeze shut, and their mouth hangs open, gasping for breath.

    I then stop, sitting up I move closer to them. I kiss Maradon, slowly easing myself down onto their thick cock. I’ve taken orcs and trolls before, but Maradon blew them all out of the water, in size and my own desire. 

    I sigh, relaxing as I slowly spear myself over Maradon. I press close to them, and their strong hands grab my hips. Their fingers knead into my flesh as I inch down over him. I pull up again, teasing their tip before sitting over them. I look down, seeing they have bulged my stomach slightly.

    I grin and press my hands on their chest, leveraging myself as I start to move. I bounce on them, riding their cock while I listen to them moan and gasp. Their hand grab me, pushing me down and grinding deep inside me. Their mouth hangs open, and I steal another kiss. Lightning sparks on my tongue and I feel Maradon jerk and flinch. They pull away as their back arches.

    They growl and snarl, thrusting their hips up into me. I cry out, surging as I feel the electricity all the way to my cock. I shudder and gasp as my cum smears all over Maradon’s belly. My cock twitches and spurts, coating their strong stomach in layers. I grin with pride as Maradon’s fingers trail through it. He then bucks and I cry out, another strong wail as I feel their release.

    I rolls my hips, still moving on them as they gasp and shudder. I sway, feeling weak and sated. I feel light headed, and Maradon catches me. I’m carried back to my room where I’m taken to a hot spring just outside. Maradon sets me in the water and has me rest on their chest.

    I lean back against them, touching their chest and smiling to myself. “Was that a proper worship?” I ask them.

    Maradon scoffs and kisses me softly. They then kiss my neck and shoulders. I feel breasts on my back, soft and plump. They rub against my shoulders as Maradon’s silken hands pet down my chest.

    “I deserve another offering,” they say, and I can hear the terrible smirk in their voice. “This time, inside me, rather than on my stomach.” They nip my ear playfully. 

    I chuckle, stroking their thighs under water. “Yes, my god,” I purr. “I will worship you to the best of my ability.”

    Maradon pulls me back, my head sinking in between their great breasts. “This doesn’t frighten you?” They ask.

    I look up at them, seeing the expression to their eyes. “Why would I be afraid?” I ask.

    “Some people don’t like a god they can’t define,” Maradon pouts. “If I am in this shape, they see me as an object. If I am in my other form, they seem me as something to fear.”

    “Which do you prefer?” I ask.

    “Neither,” Maradon scoffs. “I want respect! I want my dues.” They glare into the distance, lightning shooting from their eyes. “The reason I adore you and your mother so much is because that is what you give me.” Their hand stroke down my chest. “Your prayers stuck out to me. They were like love poems.” They kiss my cheek. “That is why I always watched you and listened. I never wanted to lose your sweet words, Ariston.”

    I smile up at them, kissing their breasts before meeting their lips again. I love how they make my tongue numb each time. “I will never stop saying them,” I whisper to Maradon. 

    Maradon smirks, palming my ass. “Good, because I have already become quite addicted to this new form of worship.” They kiss my chest, gently biting. “I don’t need a religion around me,” they say, “when you feel so good.”

    I kiss them again. “My god,” I whisper, “I love you.”

    Maradon’s smile goes from smug smirk to gentle smile. “As I love you.”