CHAPTER 34: HORNY

When the goddess explained the reason for which she had summoned Elio into her realm, he was overjoyed. After all, this was way way better than he had assumed. At first, he was afraid that the goddess was there to punish him for his bold claims that he was the son of Niemoth.

His fear was tripled when the goddess got angry with him and started accusing him of insulting and disrespecting her.

Then she choked him and he could smell death. But no. The goddess had actually been toying with him. She had actually been his protector ever since he transmigrated.

Indeed, it was so lucky of him that she was the one who noticed him first, and that she had concealed his existence from the other gods. One could only imagine what an arrogant god like Niemoth would have done if he had found out that some stupid mortal was going around claiming to be his son.

Despite all these things which made Elio think that the goddess was on his side, the mention of a debt still worried him. Who knows what a goddess could ask for in payment. He just hoped it wasn’t something so bad.

There was only one way to find out. To ask the goddess. "What’s the cost?"

Suddenly, the goddess was so close to him, her lips almost touching his. It was like she had teleported there. "More than you can afford," she said, staring him in the eye.

If she had meant to intimidate him, she failed completely. By now, Elio was convinced she didn’t want to hurt him. Otherwise, who else would give her ice creams and all the other things she had just gobbled down?

She might be a goddess, but sugar addiction didn’t care if one was mortal or immortal. The fact that it was the first thing she had asked for was proof enough.

It was the reason she concealed his existence from the other gods in the first place. She saw him giving some to Queen Mareen and his maids and she instantly started flirting with the idea of tasting them herself.

Judging by the way she ate them hungrily, Elio was sure she liked them very much.

That’s why instead of being frightened by her threatening move, he found himself smiling.

"Are you mocking me?" asked the goddess, her voice deep and mighty, obviously an attempt to frighten him.

"I wouldn’t dare, My..." He trailed off, not knowing how to address her. Was he to call her ’My Goddess?’ Wouldn’t she get offended even more?

"Your what?" she asked, getting closer.

Elio could feel her hot breath on his skin, the scent so intoxicating. A stupid question popped into his mind. Do goddesses exhale carbon dioxide too? Perhaps it wasn’t even that stupid.

Do gods inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide? He wanted to know the answer.

Meanwhile, when the goddess saw the smile on his face, she assumed it was mockery. The smile had appeared on his face for just a split second, but that was all the goddess needed to get furious.

"I ask you a question and you mock me, mortal? Is it because I have been good to you, uh? Is that why now you think you can laugh at me? Your debt just doubled!"

"What?!" exclaimed Elio.

The goddess was even more furious. She aggressively grabbed his neck, choking him. "How dare you try to make me repeat myself?"

"Please forgive me, My Queen. That’s not what I intended. Not at all. When I smiled, I was thinking of something else entirely. And when I exclaimed, it was an involuntary remark invoked by your words."

If he thought this would de-escalate things, he was going to find out that he was entirely wrong.

"So, you are basically saying that it was my fault," said the goddess, tightening the grip around his neck. "And admitting that I am so insignificant to you that you were thinking of other things while you should have been answering my question."

"Good lord, no!"

"Then what were you thinking about?"

"I was asking myself if goddesses breathe the same air as humans."

Elio watched as a smile crossed the goddess’s lips. It was for a split second, but he had seen it. Did it mean the goddess was toying with him again?

"Of course we breathe the same air. Although, we can breathe even the kinds that humans cannot breathe."

"Thank you for answering my question, My Queen."

Again, a smile appeared on the goddess’s face. If he had paid attention earlier, he would have noticed that when he first referred to the goddess as my queen, she had smiled too.

There’s no way he would have noticed though. He was so focused on apologizing that he had not even realized he had referred to her as My Queen.

It had been so long since she was banished from Mount Moth, and that was the last time she had been called My Queen.

She was still the Queen of Moth, her favorite title. So, when Elio referred to her as such, she could feel her pussy getting wet, hence the reason she was choking him.

How dare a mere mortal make her feel like that? She was thinking. However, it wasn’t just him referring to her as such that made her horny.

It was instead a combination of so many different factors, the number one being all the times she watched him as he fucked his maids, his queen and then his maids again.

Having him in her meadows naked didn’t help either. That’s why she had first appeared to him naked in the first place. First, she had tried to bewitch him, to make him so horny that he would jump at her and start fucking the moment she saw him.

To her surprise, his mind was strong. She had managed to compel him, but she could tell he knew something was off. That he was not himself.

He hit the nail on the coffin when he asked if she was bewitching him. The implication of it made her so angry, but it also made her realize that she would enjoy sex with him more if he was doing it of his own free will.

Plus, wouldn’t it be embarrassing for a beautiful goddess like her to resort to such methods just to have sex with a mortal?

And now he was referring to her as My Queen and she liked it and she wanted to fuck him so bad.

’I should be patient and let it come naturally,’ she thought. ’I shouldn’t be choking him either. I don’t think he sees it as a sexy thing. If anything, I’m scaring him.’

It was easier thought than done though. Pretending to be angry with him was the only way she could get close to him without rousing suspicion. She didn’t want him to know that her body was literally on fire because of him.

’I have to let go of his neck,’ she reminded herself.

Elio’s eyes widened in horror as she suddenly tightened her grip on him. He didn’t realize that she was pressing her breasts against his chest and rubbing them on him.

He thought he was gonna die. After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly appeared sitting back on her chair, her face red with what Elio mistook to be fury.

If only he knew that it was because she was so horny.

He gasped for air, staring at her and wishing he could ask her why she had choked him. He had just thanked her for answering his question. Was that an insult too?

They sat in silence for a while, Elio afraid that saying anything might result in being choked again. True, he wasn’t afraid of the goddess like when he first met her. He was sure she didn’t want to kill him. But being choked every now and then wasn’t something he wanted either.

The goddess was having thoughts of herself.

’I’m so stupid,’ she thought, furious at herself. ’Now I have scared him. He doesn’t even want to talk to me again. Should I tell him why? No. No. I’m a goddess. I shouldn’t desire a mortal, let alone confess it to him.’

Then she remembered that countless gods and goddesses had been falling for mortals ever since the world was created. In fact, she had lived most of her life getting angry with Niemoth, her husband, for he always had affairs with mortal women.

She realized it must have been jealousy that made her hate the idea of a god or a goddess catching feelings for a mortal.

’Had Niemoth been feeling the same way I’m feeling right now?’ She wondered.

From the first time she got horny over watching Elio have sex with his maid, she dismissed it as something normal. Then the desire kept growing and growing until she couldn’t control herself.

If that’s how Niemoth had been feeling whenever he cheated on her, then perhaps she had been unfair to him.

Not to him anyway. It was the mortal women who she directed her anger at. She knew it wasn’t their fault, but making them suffer was the only way she could punish Niemoth.

At some point, she had even hoped that Niemoth would stop cheating on her with mortals because he would be afraid that she would kill them. It never stopped him though. Was it because he couldn’t control it?

Meanwhile, Elio came up with an idea; the silence was killing him. He purchased ice creams and mastered the courage to approach the goddess.

"Do you want more ice creams?" he asked, handing them to her. "They are strawberry flavoured."

The goddess said nothing for a while. She did nothing. To Elio, it looked like she was ignoring him. He didn’t know that she was deep in thought, thinking of her burning desire for him.

He was going to go back to his chair when the goddess reached for the ice creams.

"Thank you," she said.

’Did she just thank me?’