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Demeter's Pet
a Novel by Varkel
Late Winter, 2008


Chapter 3: _Demeter Asserted_


Sam whirled around to confront Demi, the girl he had last seen wheeled 
away on a guerney, too pale and dead for the medics to bother with life
support.  Now she stood nakedly before him, plump body barely 
tittied-out, frowning, chin raised, eyes flashing defiantly -- but still
the most beautiful little girl he had ever thought to see.  He took a 
dazed step forward.

She held up a restraining hand.  "Let me finish with this little imp 
first, Sam."

He could only stumble to a halt.

She cried past him, "Answer my question, you worm cock!"

Dobbit squeaked, "Not so, not so, Your gracious excessively beautiful, 
if shrunken, goddesshood!  I never told him how he got here, merely what
You said about it."

For a second she glared, then her frown eased.  "Do you think your 
facial hairs are thick enough to split, Dobbit?  I remind you they're 
nearly all you have."

"I split no hair," the satyr declaimed stoutly.  "I don't _know_ how he
got here."

"Um.  So you don't.  Very well, you devil of the silver tongue.  I would
let you kiss My clit for taking such good care of him, except Sam and I
have other business."  She glanced around at the throng racing to 
surround them and extended her hand to Sam.  "Come with me."

He touched her hand.  Instantly they stood on a balcony looking out on 
the scene they had just quit: nearby boulders, bright sun in blue sky, a
hillside descending to clouds, speckled with children rushing toward a 
common center.  As he watched the rush ceased.

He stumbled and she caught his elbow with a smile on her lips.  Her hand
was like a solidly anchored iron bar.  She guided him backwards through
a wide doorway.  "Take a seat, Sam.  A chair is behind you."

He sagged into it.  Demi perched on one to his right.  It reminded 
him of a folding beach chair with curving, crossed legs, seat and back
made of cloth slings.

"You're alive!" he exclaimed.

Her face visibly brightened.  "How sweet of you to think of Me first!  
Are you not amazed by your own apparent survival?  How do you like our 
method of transport?"

"My _apparent_ survival?"  He took a deep breath and straightened his 
shoulders.  "Demi, what happened to you?"

"_You_ happened!  In the Human Preserve I had adopted human form: a 
serious mistake where you are concerned, but how was I to know?  Never 
has any human made me feel as you did, Sam.  The human form cannot 
contain such powerful ecstasy.  I told you the reason.  You were as a 
god."

"I killed You?"

"No woman could condemn you for giving her such rapture.  Neither might
a goddess.  On the contrary.  I have made you the god you deserve to 
be."

"Oh, Demi!"  He lurched forward, face burrowing into her thighs.  "I 
didn't care what anybody did to me.  I couldn't stand for you to be 
dead."

"Well, of course I'm not dead -- here."  She stroked his bowed head for
a moment before pushing it back and sliding her buttocks forward.  
Suddenly the pungent aroma, last noted in her saliva, filled his 
nostrils.  Almost without volition his tongue extended to her clit.  A 
feeling reminiscent of electrical shock quivered in both bodies.

"Oh, Sam, you wonderful man!"

Her legs closed about his ears as he lapped her furiously.  His hands 
enwrapped her buttocks, which seemed curiously to enlarge as he held 
them.  Above him he heard an oddly contralto moan.  She bent at the 
waist.  Powerful hands caught him under the arms and pulled him up upon
her.  Again his cock sheathed itself in her without guidance.  In the 
back of his mind he was aware that she had grown, that now his cock was
plunging into at least a full-grown woman, but his own rising bliss made
it unimportant.  Soon the pleasure had peaked beyond any previous 
experience.  Seminal fluid gushed from him in a flood.  So did 
consciousness.


* * *


Sam awoke to find himself lying prone on a padded couch, cock standing 
in a nymph's hand.  His head seemed clear.  He lay either in the same 
column-lined room or its twin, except for the couch and a low table 
instead of the two beach chairs and except for unglazed windows instead 
of balcony.  The girl, totally nude as usual, knelt beside him, slowly 
jacking his cock.  She had dark green hair to the shoulders, swept back
enough to reveal pointed ears, and the flat chest of a ten year-old, 
plump enough to conceal her ribs.

Her green eyes noticed that he was awake.  She smiled, revealing 
dimples.  "Can I suck now?"

"You prefer to suck?" he asked, beguiled.

"A fat cock?  Who wouldn't?  I might even get a taste."

He chuckled with astonishment.  "Such wonderful frankness!  We have a 
saying, 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth.'"

She looked puzzled.  "I didn't know horses bite.  Satyrs do, but not to
eat."

"Um, no, it means don't be ungrateful.  I mention it because I want you
to tell me a few things, which you can't do if your mouth is full."

Her eyes brightened.  "I could talk with my hand."

"You what?  Sign language?  I can't read it."

"Yes, you can.  The Tower of Babel was in Babylon, you know, not 
Olympus."

"'The Tower --'  What a remarkable implication!  Tell me something with
your hand."

She giggled, a delightful soprano.  "I have already: fat cocks feel 
good."

He chuckled.  "Well, yes, but --"

Her giggle strengthened.  She waved her free hand in a peculiar manner.
Sam received the distinct impression of a question: _Doesn't it work?  
Feels good?_

"Mildly," he answered without thinking.

The hand waved further.  _You could answer with your own hand, you 
know._

He gaped at her.  "How do you do that?"

_Just think while you wave._

"You mean --  God, this is peculiar.  It's as if I hear you speak 
without using my ears."

_Because you're using your eyes instead._

"But that's ridiculous!"

She shook her head and spoke aloud.  "I've heard of this but couldn't 
believe it.  A human truly doubts his own eyes, doesn't he?"

"When the eyes contradict what he knows.  Hmph!  I guess I don't know 
anything here."

"Oh, you'll learn.  I'm supposed to call Demeter when you wake up, but 
could I ... could I taste your juice first?"

"I'm sorry, dear, but one thing I do know is that Demi just drained me."

"That was then."  A small hand cupped his balls.  "They're full again.
I can tell."

"Damn it, I want to ask somebody some questions, but all you people 
want is to fuck!"

She giggled.  "That's why we're here."  She jumped onto the couch, fell
prone between his legs and slurped him into her mouth, head bobbing 
fast, green eyes peering up at him through his curly pubic hair.  The 
small hands each massaged a ball stone.

He took a breath.  "I can't believe this, my dear --  Damn it, I'll bet
you don't have a name either!"

She removed her mouth from him long enough to retort verbally, "Of 
course I do.  I'm a house-nymph and my name is Pester."

"That's appropriate!"

She giggled nasally because her mouth was full again.

He wanted to ask if perhaps house nymphs outranked field nymphs when his
original observation recurred.  He was starting to come already!

"Now I don't believe what my cock tells me!" he exclaimed, adding a 
groan.

He felt a normal orgasm, nothing like Demi's mind-wasting thrill, but 
the seminal quantity was copious as ever.  It gushed from Pester's nose
and the corners of her mouth.  Green eyes rolled up until only the 
whites were visible.  Her head relaxed forward with his still-spurting 
cock jammed in her throat.

As the flow ceased, he raised to a sitting position and scooted 
backward, withdrawing from the female mouth.  A gob of white fluid 
followed.  He watched closely for a moment: she appeared not to be 
breathing.  He laid her facedown upon the carpeted floor and knelt with
knees on her back, as the brown-haired nymph had prompted him for 
Dobbit.  Fluid gushed upon the rug.  When he lifted his knees, she 
coughed and the stubby dark tail waved.

"Sam, you must learn to pull out," said a familiar voice behind him.  He
whirled to find Demi -- no.  Now She was definitely Demeter, appearing 
as a full-sized woman wearing the first clothing he had seen on Olympus:
a full-length green skirt and matching sleeveless blouse hanging wide 
from the shoulders, fully exposing ample pink-nippled breasts.  Now Her
black hair was sunflower blonde.  Her face was longer, that of Demi 
matured, but at least it was smiling.  She paraded a short-bladed scythe
in one hand and bore a sheaf of grain -- wheat? -- in the other.  
Suddenly fearful, he scrambled to his feet.

"You choke us all with your rich seed, enough to raise Zeus's jealousy.
But I'm not here to condemn you for stealing the senses of nymphs and 
satyrs, nor even for satisfying Me intolerably."  She nudged Pester with
Her bare foot.  "Fetch us to drink, wench.  Take your seat again, Sam."

Pester scrambled out of the room without looking back.  The goddess sat
on the couch sideways to the man.  He noticed that the clumps of semen 
that had overflowed from Pester's nose and mouth had vanished.

"I see that My appearance disappoints you.  But be assured Demi shall 
return."

Sam said hastily, "Ah, that's all right, your majesty."

She produced a contralto laugh.  "Call me anything but that, Sam.  
Raising Zeus's jealousy is hazardous."

"Uh, your 'goddesshood?'"

Her face sobered.  "You're advised to take no hint from that irreverent
Dobbit, either.  Call me Demeter."

He listened closely.  She pronounced it "Duh-MEE-ter."

"Yes, Ma'am, Demeter."

"'Ma'am' to someone you've just fucked unconscious?  You're too polite,
Sam."

"I'm sorry, Ma'a-- uh, Demeter."

She frowned.  "And don't be so subservient.  Look at your cock, shrunk 
to a wet noodle!"

He gulped.  "S-sorry!"

She studied him narrowly and raised the scythe.  "Do My symbols of 
office bother you?  I have just come from Zeus's summons, but they're 
not required in My own quarters."

On the last word scythe, grain and clothing vanished.  She sat beside 
him nude, her torso decorated only by thick blonde hair in pubes and 
underarms.  She smiled winningly.  "Now then, is that more to your 
liking?"

"Y-yes, Demeter."

She moved closer so that their knees touched.  Reflexively he drew his 
away but then let it fall back.

"My servitors tell me you have many questions.  That doesn't surprise 
Me.  Now you have My full attention.  What can I tell you, Sam?"

Before he could speak, Pester hurried into the room, bearing a tray with
a flagon and two large cups, all decorated in bas-relief.  She sat the 
tray on the table, poured a honey-colored liquid into each cup and sat 
one upon each arm of the couch before stepping back.

"A toast, Sam," said the goddess.  She raised Her cup.  "To your success
as a demigod!"

With a baffled expression he raised his cup to clink against hers.  "Uh,
I'm sorry.  I don't know the protocol."

"Now you offer a toast to me."

His eyes darted around the room.  At last he stuttered, "T-to the Demi 
who still loves me, I hope, wherever she is!"

Demeter thumped Her chest with the free hand.  A godly breast jiggled.
"Right here, Sam, right here!  Now drink up!"

Both drank.  He tasted a thin, honey-like fluid, sweet but flat, faintly
wine-like: nothing special to a modern American, and looked over his cup
into Her twinkling eyes.

"Not as good as Pepsi, Sam?  It's the famous nectar of the gods."

"Ah, ah, thank you."  He set the cup down.  "I'm not thirsty."

"That's one of the things we need to talk about.  Pester, look at the 
shameful state of Sam's poor cock.  Get down there and see what you can
do to inflate it."

The nymph's eyes widened in a bright smile.  "Thank You, Your 
goddessness!"  Abruptly she fell to her knees between his legs, head 
darting into his groin.  He twitched.

"'Goddessness!'" repeated Demeter.  "These creatures breathe at My whim,
yet you see how they taunt Me."

"Uh, uh --"

"No matter as long as they suck cock so well, do you not agree?  And 
their fists can be equally satisfying.  Pester, leave off your climax 
spell.  I want Sam undistracted."

The nymph released a testicle and waved that hand.  He heard distinctly,
_Just enough to keep it up._

"Very good."

He blinked at the goddess.  "'Climax spell?'"

The mature female giggled throatily.  "Didn't you come quickly just 
now?"

"Ye-yeah."

The merriment ceased.  "Well, Sam, don't you find that strange?"

He said grumpily, "Like everything else here."

She waved a hand and said airily, "Oh, the females in the Human Preserve
can cast it too -- more feebly, of course.  On Olympus we have its full
power available.  And many other skills.  It you'll think a minute 
instead of merely feeling, you'll notice some of them.  For example ...
You've been here now about half a human day, yet you've neither hungered
nor thirsted.  Neither bladder nor bowel has filled.  Why haven't you 
missed those feelings, Sam?"

He seemed to stare inwardly.  "My god, that's true."  He took a breath.
"I guess it's what You said: I've been feeling instead of thinking.  Do
you mean I've been dead that long?"

"Olympus doesn't care about the passage of time.  Even Zeus cannot tell
you how many _hours_ you've been here.  Dead?  Ha!  Pester, you have so
much of it in your mouth I can't tell: is his cock standing?"

The nymph raised a hand and waved.  _Yes.  And you're wrong: we can tell
time.  His heart has beat 2,161 times since he awoke to me._

"Well, yes, so we can when we have a human heart available.  But my 
point is that a dead man's cock does not rise.  So are you dead, Sam?"

He shook his head.  "The last thing I remember of my life was something
sharp in my temple that should've killed me.  If I'm not dead, how can I
not be thirsty, at least?  Yet my throat wasn't dry even before I tasted
Your nectar."

Pester's mouth made slurping sounds while the goddess studied him 
thoughtfully.  "During My visit to the Human Preserve I saw a moving 
picture on the wall where heroes fought demons under the control of 
young girls."  She interposed a chuckle.  "Finally you people approach 
an understanding of the reality.  In this picture the heroes fell 
mortally wounded but sprang up again after a brief respite, over and 
over.  They never needed sustenance or relief.  Olympus is much like 
that picture frame."

"A plasma TV?"

"Yes, I believe those were the words -- and something about a 
Playstation."

He blinked in astonishment.  "You say the video game approached reality?
What do you mean?"

"Have you studied philosophy, Sam?  Even the Greeks understood that 
youthful passions drive the universe.  Do you think pedophiles seduce 
their child lovers?  In the Human Preserve youth has a near-monopoly of
the climax spell.  That moving picture frame was metaphysically truer 
than the legal system which imprisoned you, because the young girls 
controlled its heroes, as everywhere they so often do, while your law 
erroneously presumed the adult to exert the greater spell."

"Uh, the law assigns responsibility to adults."

"I repeat: erroneously."

He shook his head.  "I seduced _them_!  I sat in the front shade with my
laptop, knowing the girls I like couldn't resist stopping to comment."

"And what caused you to sit there?  A parade of such girls traipsing by,
wasn't it?"

"Well, yeah, but you can argue causes --"

"I assure you, Sam, they thought to draw you out before you thought how
to be drawn."

"And you know this how?"

"I know girls.  And I was there, remember? -- watching and listening to
their talk."  Suddenly he recognized Natty's ten-year-old voice.  "'When
he looked out his window, I made sure to swing my butt.  The next day he
was waiting in his front yard.'"

"She actually said that?"

"Word for word."

Pester waved a free hand in a complicated manner.  _Madam, your heavy 
godissimo bullmilkiness is stealing every bit of his starch._

He exclaimed, "'Godissimo bullmilkiness?'  How in the world can you coin
new words in a _sign language_?"

"Easily in this world, Sam.  Pester, if you can't discover a bit more 
reverence, I'll paralyze that arm.  'Bullmilkiness,' indeed!"

He mused, "If bulls don't shit here, I guess she couldn't call it 
bullshit.  Bull_milk_."  He chuckled.  "I like it."

"_Et tu_, Sammy?"

A bright flash suffused his vision and thunder crashed.  He felt an 
electrical tingle and smelled ozone.

Pester's torso snapped erect.  Teeth exposed, she said something with a
sneer.  Sam could only blink, hearing nothing but ringing in his ears.
The nymph waved a hand.  _That does it, your high and mightiness.  
You've made him a babe._

Demeter waved her own hand and suddenly the ringing ceased.  She said 
calmly, "Even babes have hard-ons.  Suck him, Pester, if you want to 
keep that cute little mouth."

The nymph's head went down with a slurp.

The goddess continued calmly, "The video game analogy has other points 
of --"

Forcing Pester to sit back, Sam leapt to his feet.  "Good god, Demeter,
did You cause that lightning bolt?"

She smiled.  "Didn't it give you a little tingle, Sam?"

"'A little tingle!'  My god, any closer would've fried my ass."

"Oh, no!  I would never fry your sweet ass, Sam.  Tingle it stronger, 
maybe, if you became truly annoying, but never anything permanent."

"Oh, no?" interjected Prester.  "What about Stolio with his cock and 
tail swapped?"

"Sam isn't Stolio.  Besides, Stolio kept turning his back to Me.  I but
acceded to his habit.  You might consider that while tempting Me."

With shriveled cock and balls nearly drawn into his belly, Sam stared at
Demeter and licked dry lips.  "You could destroy me with a thought if 
You wanted to."

"I didn't fetch you here to destroy you.  I am, after all, goddess of 
the fecund fields and seasons.  That little tingle demonstrated the 
least of my powers.  But relax, Sam.  It's not fitting for a goddess to
look up at her worshiper.  Sit back down and let me tell you some powers
of your own."

The man sagged into his seat, knee no longer in contact with goddess.  
The nymph stood back and watched narrowly, fists on hips.  Sam found her
androgynous body more appealing than that of the voluptuous goddess 
beside him -- and far less threatening.  He squirmed slightly, trying to
fit closer into the corner of the couch.

Demeter sighed and smiled wryly.  "You're right to fear the greater 
power, Sam, but I am truly your best friend and lover in all the 
universes.  Consider how the Human Preserve treated you."

He borrowed from Pester's mettle and said petulantly, "Because You 
dropped dead with my jizz up Your snatch.  Why'd You do that anyway?"

"I couldn't help it, Sam.  But I'm glad you asked.  That is the first of
your powers, given you by all the gods."

"To kill girls with my cock?  Where do I give it back?"

She smiled.  "To thrill those who can appreciate it, even to death.  
It's not your cock so much.  It's the climax spell.  You have it as a 
natural talent with a strength when fully invoked comparable to that of
Zeus Himself.  You have only to learn control of it."

"Control of it?"

"Yes.  Pester will teach you how" -- goddess stared balefully at nymph 
--  "when she can restrain her own lust.  Won't you, Pester?"

The nymph compressed her lips but answered submissively, "Yes, your 
graciousness."

"'Graciousness.' That's a little better.  When you succeed with Sam, 
I'll give you that hairless satyr you admire so."

"As my love slave?"

"Of course."

"With a dong as thick as Sam's?"

Demeter visibly hesitated.  "You can't have everything.  You know 
Dionysus specifies satyr cocks."

"You can influence him.  Pour the Greek wine into Your cunny."

"That sticky gunk!  Though He does love ...  We digress.  Sam, about 
your apparent death: you have only lost your flesh in the Human 
Preserve."

"My flesh," he mused and pinched his bicep.  "Then what's this?"

"Your flesh on Olympus.  Though it feels about the same, it isn't.  For
one thing, it no longer contains the record of all your accidents."

He blinked, took himself in hand and peeled back the foreskin 
thoughtfully.  "You say I killed You with my climax spell.  What do you
mean, 'killed You?'"

"I didn't say that.  What you did was thrill Me so thoroughly that My 
human flesh could no longer contain Me."

"However You put it, You were pale and lifeless when I called 911."

She nodded.  "My human flesh was dead.  But men assign death too much 
power.  It cannot destroy the spirit."

"So I see.  I guess I see.  What exactly happened to me in that prison 
cell?"

"Several men took you anally.  When you resisted oral entry, one knocked
out your front teeth.  You fell against the corner of a steel bunk that
crushed your temple.  While you lay lifeless they used your mouth."  Her
eyes seemed to pierce him.  "Would you like to take vengeance for that 
treatment, Sam?"

He felt of his chin, ran his tongue over sound front teeth and mused, 
"It doesn't seem important now."

She chuckled.  "Perhaps not, but I assure you it is, for the sake of 
your reputation."

"What reputation?  I keep a low profile."

"Whose necessity your prison experience vividly illustrated.  But now 
you can emerge from the corset."

"Do what?"

"Isn't that how you say it?"

"Oh.  You mean 'come out of the closet.'"

"Irrelevant human idiom!  I also assure you that you would enjoy 
torturing your attackers up close and personally when they were aware 
but powerless."

His eyes brightened with interest.  "How would that be arranged?"

"You could seem to go there or seemingly bring them here.  Are the 
details important?"

"It would kill them?"

"No."

"I mean, would it destroy their flesh in the Human Preserve?"

"If you wished.  You could decide that at any point."

He thought about it.  "Would I have to toughen up and learn martial 
arts?"

"You've paid that price, Sam.  You'd be invulnerable.  They couldn't 
touch you unless you willed it."

He sat straighter.  "I would like to fix that bastard who meant for me 
to suck his cock.  Let's do it."

"Why only him?  You apparently enjoyed sucking Ledor's."

He stared at her.  Finally he sighed.  "I guess I don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"I thought you stuck your cock into someone for pleasure.  But that 
bastard wanted to punish me."

"Do you take no pleasure in punishing someone who richly deserves it?"

"Pleasure from inflicting pain?"

"How about as a schoolboy punishing a bully?"

He shook his head.  "I knocked the breath out of one but only to make 
him leave me alone."

"Innate kindness may be part of your charm, Sam.  Then why would you 
'fix that bastard?'  In a way, you know, he was only forcing you to 
acknowledge his superiority."

"His what?"

"His rank in that cage.  The tales are replete with accounts of men who
cannot go on without others' recognition...  I see that you don't need 
it.  But you were by far the best in that cage, even if you didn't know
it.  Now you can show them if you wish."

"Okay.  I wish it."

"Then here is your first lesson as a demigod.  Stand up."

He blinked at her and obeyed.

"Now step up one step."

"What?"  He looked around.  "Do You mean on the table?"

"Not on the table.  We are always surrounded by other universes.  The 
closest ones are very like the present one.  I have given you the 
ability to reach them.  This first time you should close your eyes.  
Imagine that a different plane is in front of you, one step up, and take
that step.  Go ahead.  Step up and forward...  Now open your eyes."

He blinked furiously, finding himself seemingly much taller.  Looking 
down, his feet rested on a solid but invisible surface half knee-high 
above the marble floor.  He staggered involuntarily but recovered his 
balance when he closed his eyes.  He opened them again and put out his 
arms as a man does when walking a rail.  "Good god in heaven!" he cried
in absolute astonishment.

"_Goddess_, Sam, and the heaven to which you refer belongs to Jehovah, 
not Zeus.  But in fact no god put you in the next universe.  You did it
yourself."

Bending slightly, he bent to touch the couch arm.  "I can feel it!"

"Yes, but it can't feel you.  Show him, Pester."

With a grin at his discomfiture, the nymph stepped close and thrust her
hand into his chest, where it disappeared.  He looked down in 
stupefaction, then up at the goddess.  "I can't feel it!"

"_Q. E. D._," she said.  "On that plane you are invulnerable to most 
forces exerted in this one, certainly to a blow from a fist."

He swallowed.  "H-how do I get back?"

"Step down."

"But, but --"

"Try it."

Clamping his eyes shut, he stepped gingerly forward.  Down he came to 
the original floor, loosing his balance.  He would have fallen on his 
face except the nymph caught him and bore him up.

His eyes popped open.  "I'm s-sorry!"

"You're welcome," said Pester.

When he stood straight, her hand closed on his cock.  "This really needs
work, Sam."

He panted a little and sagged into his seat.  "Afraid I'm ... out of it
just now."

Demeter chuckled, standing up.  "Let him rest a bit.  Then make him 
practice switching universes, at least three or four deep.  Humans do 
enjoy a pratfall.  If he doesn't learn to keep his balance, he'll be a 
figure of ridicule instead of awe."

"Is Her grainy goddess leaving?"

"'Grainy goddess,' indeed!  Do you understand the implications?  Of 
course you do!  I ought to ream you with a corncob.  Yes, Zeus calls 
again with His childish impatience.  I should ream _Him_!"

"What an accomplishment that would be!  May Sam and I try the Human 
Preserve?"

"No.  Sam needs to learn time entries first, and you can't teach that."

Without further ado the goddess vanished.

Pester stood before the man, hands on her sweetly rounded hips in a 
disdainful pose.  "Let me know when you feel rested."


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