A Sun Drenched Conversion

You smiled as your quarry entered view. The pre-dawn light gently illuminates Sabine as she knelt in the middle of the meadow. You quietly make your way to the girl, using your power to listen in on her prayers. You grin as you heard her begging the sun to aid her, to deliver her from her torment.

“I’d be happy to,” you say and the girl’s eyes widened as she stood and twisted around.

“You!” she exclaimed.

“Me” you replied, giving the girl a smile.

“But- you- what- why are you here?” she asked, stammering her response.

“Because you asked me to be here” you tell her, struggling not to laugh at the multitude of facial expressions she was showing off.

“But I was just . . .” she began, trailing off as she looked at the spot she had just been praying.

“You’re god!” she exclaimed, attempting to drop to her knees. You catch her before she does and keep her on her feet.

“My name is Solus, I am the god of the sun, but I am a Pagan god” you tell her and her eyes widened again. The girl attempted to rip herself from your arms.

“No don’t steal my soul please!” she begged, tears pooling in her eyes. You let her go and she collapsed backwards, attempting to drag herself away. The display pulled at your heart strings, the girl being so terrified that she was mewling.

“I’m not going to hurt you” you say “Whatever the church has told you about Pagan gods is a lie” you add.

“No! You are the liar!” she cried “You want to... to... to corrupt me and make me put hexes on my family!” she told you.

“That makes literally no sense, and even if it did, what do I have to gain from that?” you ask gently, kneeling down in front of her.

“That’s what you do!” she replied.

“No, it’s not” you say and the girl blinked

“Yes it is!” she replied, you chuckled.

“Nu uhh!” you say childishly and the girl frowned. “For tens of thousands of years we have watched over mankind, with no demons and only a few monstrous creatures” you explain. “Then your christianity comes along and all of a sudden there’s evil everywhere” you continue “People getting burnt at the stake for their continued practise of Paganism” you mutter. “Tell me, is Paganism evil when we can go thousands of years without that happening?” you ask, this isn’t necessarily true, lots of pagan faiths have their followers **** in their name, the Aztecs come to mind, but Sabine didn’t need to know that.

“But . . . but . . . father is always right?” Sabine asks you, confusion written on her face.

“Which is why you’re out here praying to something that even you knew wasn’t really your god” you reply and Sabine closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. You sigh and get down beside her, pulling the girl into a hug. “What is it you want?” you ask, rubbing gentle circles into her back.

“To be free” she whispers, snuggling into you.

“To be free? From what?” you ask.

“My life” the girl began “My whole life father has told me what to do and when to do it, if I ever did something without his instructions, I was beaten” Sabine told you. It was a massive **** of will to keep your expression kind and compassionate. “I wanted to play in the yard, I wanted to play with the boys or even just talk to them!” Sabine carried on, her sorrow colouring her voice. “Why can’t I do these things?!” she asked.

“Because, the men of the church want all the power for themselves” you say “Your father wasn’t supposed to have a child, adultery is a sin but here you are” you tell the girl and her eyes widened.

“But why? What does that mean? What is a sin?!” the girl asked. You thought about how to answer that.

“Sins are things the church doesn’t want you doing and thus they tell you that you will be punished for all eternity if you do them” you tell her “Some things are normal, no murdering, no stealing but other things? Not so much” you continue.

“Like how it’s a sin to show my hair?” Sabine asked and you nod.

“Venus wore nothing when she was born and so did you, if any deity wanted their followers clothed at all times, they’d be born wrapped in cloth” you tell her.

“What about sex? Why is that bad?” the girl asked “And what is it anyway?” she added.

“Sex isn’t bad, the men of the church want control, something easily taken away by a women who knows how to use her body” you explain, Sabine frowned. You sigh as you realised you’d need to give the girl ‘The Talk’ but fire into it anyway, explaining what sex is, what it does, that it feels good, and generally explaining to the girl the concept in such a way to make her want to try it. At the end, you studied Sabines’ expression and noted the curiosity behind her eyes.

“If sex is supposed to be good” Sabine asked slowly. You suppressed a triumphant grin. “How do you do it?” she asked.

“I could show you” you say and the girl’s eyes widened.

“B-but that means I’d have to show myself t-to a man” Sabine stammered.

“And why is this bad?” you ask. Sabine stopped and thought about it. “Your father and the men of the church tell you this is bad, but what do they know before an actual god?” you ask and you can see Sabine factor this in.

“Prove it” Sabine whispered. You almost didn’t hear her. She spoke so quietly. A flash of sunlight and you create a pavilion around you, white marble columns holding up a white marble ceiling, translucent white curtains as the walls.

“No one will see us in here, they will see nought but an empty field” you tell the girl as she got up, awe written on her face as she stared at her new surroundings.

“But the sun isn’t even up yet” you heard her mutter

“The sun is always shining somewhere” you tell her with a grin. “Is this proof enough for you my dear?” you ask and the girl closed her eyes, her hands clasped over her chest. A moment of quiet contemplation later and the girl slips a cross out from under her habit, gently slipping it over her head. She held the cross out to you and you took it, tossing it aside like forgotten trash. Sabine then began undoing the rope belt from around her waist. She slipped the belt off and peeled off her headdress, removing layers until her dark blond hair was revealed. You mused that her mother must have been a barbarian, perhaps a Gaul. She undid the bun that kept it up and shook her hair out, revealing it to be shoulder length. Next, the girl undid the cord around her throat, hidden by her headdress. With that undone, she slipped her dress off and stood completely naked before you. You ran your eyes down the girl’s creamy body, clearly she got very little sunlight. Her breasts were big enough for a handful, but other than that they were on the small side.

“Uh . . . I . . .” the girl began, wrapping an arm around herself and looking away as she blushed.

“You are beautiful” you tell her and she smiled. You stride forward and take her chin between your thumb and forefinger, gently bringing her eyes up to meet yours. The pale blue orbs glimmered ever so beautifully.

“I-I . . . will it hurt?” the girl asks you, her chest heaving from her heavy breathing.

“Only a little and just for a moment” you tell her “you’ve never done it before, but after today, it won’t hurt again” you add. You take off your tunic and reveal yourself to the girl, her eyes travelled down your body and rested on your shaft, already hardening in just the girl’s presence. You kiss the girl and her eyes widen in surprise before closing again as she melts. It’s clear she has no idea what to do, but after a few moments she begins to awkwardly try to kiss you back, copying you as much as possible. You ‘coach’ her for a time, noting that she was getting better as you went on, and more passionate too.

You spend several minutes making out with the girl before pulling back, a thin trail of saliva linking the two of you for a moment longer. Her eyes fluttered open and she peered deeply into your own. You wrap your arms around her gently and she folds into your embrace. You kiss her again before sweeping her off her feet and gently lowering her to the ground. With her now lying comfortably, you break the kiss. Before the girl could figure out what you are doing, you plant a kiss on the side of her jaw, then another on her neck and some more in a line down her body until you got to her chest. You arrived at her breasts and began to fondle them, kneading her delectable mounts. Sabine sighed as her body relaxed, a smile stretching across her face just briefly. You smiled at her and then bent down, locking your lips around a nipple and sucking at it. A surprised squeak escapes the girl's mouth at your ministrations. You continue your **** until the girl was outright moaning before shifting over to her other breast and carrying on there.

You cease your attack after a time and notice the girl is panting. You grin at her before kissing her again. This time she knows enough to kiss back and somewhat well, wrapping her arms around you.

“Was that it?” Sabine asked as you broke the kiss.

“Not by a long shot” you tell her and she blinked several times.

“But it felt so good” she moaned.

“Then you’re in for a mind breaking treat” you whisper into her ear, delighting in the shiver that rocked her body.

You reposition yourself so that you are looking down on the girl, who’s watching you with nervous excitement. Gently, you spread her legs, pulling them out of the way and providing access to her snatch. You were expecting the muff, considering shaving wouldn’t be a thing until the twentieth century, but you decided it was going to go, you wanted to see her cute snatch in all its glory and completely unobstructed. With a snap of your fingers, her pubic hair was deleted. You looked up at Sabine and noticed she had a peculiar smile on her face.

“I hate it, it’s always been itchy” the girl commented and you chuckled. You decided it was time to get to work, maneuvering your cock to the girl’s unclaimed entrance. Sabine sucked in a breath and her eyes were wide open as she watched you, doing her best to spread her legs herself. You gently grab her hips and begin pressing. Sabine sucked another breath in as your penetration began, slowly edging your way into the tightness and past the girl’s folds. It was tight, impossibly tight and Sabine screwed her eyes shut. Thinking quickly, you use your powers to help relax the girl’s inner muscles, lessening the tightness some and allowing you to slide in. Sabine moaned as you slid in, the tightness was still there, but with the little bit of relaxation, the pain would be negligible for the girl. You hilt out inside of her, pressing yourself flat against her thighs and spreading her legs just a little bit more.

“There, you’re no longer a virgin” you tell the girl, who’s eyes flutter open to look at you, her chest heaving as she panted. “And now the fun part” you say as you gently pulled back and pushed yourself in again. You decided it would be fun to keep her tight and used your god power to make this so, groaning as her inner folds squeezed your shaft ever so delightfully. Sabine soon began moaning, obviously never having had any experience with this sort of thing before. You bend over the girl and kiss her, kneading her breasts in the process even as you continued your steady rhythm into the girls’ snatch. Sabine wrapped her arms around your neck and moaned into your mouth. You let go of her boobs in favour of pressing the girl into your chest, wrapping your arms around her back and pistoning into her snatch. The pleasure was intense, from the heat to the soft, silky feeling of the girl pressing into you to the pressure of her now tightened snatch, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Thankfully, you could feel the girl approaching her orgasm.

“Relax” you whisper into her ear.

“It feels weird” she moaned in reply.

“Embrace it” you say, picking up your pace. Sabines’ moans picked up in coordination with the speed of your thrusts, getting louder and louder the closer the girl got. Finally, her body tensed, her snatch clamped down on you and a cry of euphoria tore from the girl’s lips as her back arched. You kept up the pressure, slowing the tempo of your thrusts down so that the girl could get all the tingles out of it and have the time to recover. The girl came down from her high and smiled at you. “I’m still not done yet” you say “I need my own orgasm” you tell her. “Me being a god, I can choose if you get pregnant or not” you say and the girl’s eyes widened. Sabine thought about it while you continued to thrust into her, using your god power so that it wouldn’t drive her crazy. You aren’t sure if you would be able to take on the church in the few weeks it would take before someone noticed that she was pregnant, but you left the option with her anyway.

“N-not this time” Sabine stammered, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Okay then” you say “I’m going to finish now” you tell her and she nodded. You resumed your pace and built your pleasure up. Delighting as the girl began moaning again in response to your more vigorous pace. Finally, you tided yourself over and came, firing spurts of your temporarily sterile cum into your new partner. You pull out with a sigh, her tight snatch massaging you even as you left, before rolling over and scooping the girl up and onto your chest.

“That was amazing” the girl moaned, giving you a dazzling smile. It wasn’t the most raunchy sex you’ve ever had, but it felt nice and that she enjoyed herself was more than worth it.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself” you tell her. You then realised the time and opened one of the curtains in your pavilion. Sabine frowned as she looked up and then a golden beam of sunlight hit the two of you, the sun finally rising high enough to shine on the land below. You were in such a perfect position that it hit you the very moment it appeared over the horizon.

“So beautiful” the girl whispered, tears running down her cheeks. You couldn’t help but hold her tight even as she pressed herself into you.

“Yes, you are” you tell her. “Let me watch over you” you add.

“Always, the church can burn, you are the only god I will follow” the girl pledged. You kissed her and she melted into your arms, the golden light of the sunrise washing over her body.