Degenerate or divine, interchangeably.

‘Whaaaaa?’ I look out of the goddess’s eyes in stunned silence as she smiles sweetly at the mirror. I wasn’t sure what’d i'd been expecting, this is a goddess after all, but valley girl was pretty far down on that list! Only then did I feel the wave of immense amusement as it sweeps over me. ‘Wait…’ Her sweet smile quivers at the edges as she tries and fails to keep a straight face.

‘You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?’ The slightly affronted thought proves too much for the goddess, who snorts, her serene smile changing into a shit-eating grin. “Like, oh my gawwwwd, I wish I could see your face!” She chuckles then, clearly enjoying the cocktail of emotions she feels from me. Her smile turns smug as she says, “It was like, totally worth it! I can talk however I want FYI; I just chose this because I knew it would totes floor you!”

I sigh internally, then think, ‘my first time meeting a goddess, and she’s more of a brat than my little sister.’ She grins, then sticks her tongue out at the mirror. Her face then takes on a more serious cast, as she adds, “Sorry for not telling you anything. It’s rare for me to have guests, so I didn’t really stop to think.” Her voice has shifted, the accent now hard to place beyond ‘vaguely American’, but I can feel her genuine remorse. ‘This body sharing thing is so weird.’

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Meanwhile, whilst a sliver of the goddess’s mind plays gracious host, another sits quietly, watching her guest intently. She needed help, someone who could change things, who wasn’t under the thumb of the ‘Order of Divine Reparation’. This strange young man fit the bill, if he could be trusted. More than once during her long, long life, she had been betrayed by someone she thought she could trust, hence, this little test.

The plan is a simple one. ‘Slip up’ accidentally, and grant Adam control over an arm. What he did with his newfound freedom would shape their relationship going forward. This wasn’t the first time she'd used this test, but the vast majority of attempts had ended in disappointment. The rewards one could gain for injuring, or even slaying a divine, even one as diminished as she, were immense. Most everyone she tested before now tried to kill her the moment they knew they were partially free. She hoped Adam would be different.

For the umpteenth time, the goddess reminded herself that she was in total control. It would only take a single thought to banish Adam back to his body. The goddess was never in any real danger, but all the same, she was ready for the first sign of hostile action. Letting something she borrowed get damaged, especially a body, would be unforgivable.

Lanthia Barrow, High Priestess of her order (If a clergy made up of less than ten people counted as an order) had been more than willing to lend her body to the cause. Of course, having what amounted to a kink for being possessed and rendered helpless certainly helped. Even now, Lanthia practically bounced off the walls of her mental prison in anticipation, entirely unable to interact with the outside world or either of the two beings currently taking her body for a joyride, and loving every second.

If Adam did what the goddess (and for that matter, the High Priestess) hoped, Lanthia would be powerless to react as the strange man gave into his lusts, and explored her defenceless body. If he disappointed both of them… well, the goddess was more than willing to lend a girl a hand. Now done stalling, the goddess takes in one final deep, steadying breath, then grants the young man partial control.

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With a mental sigh, I wave away her concern. ‘It’s fine, just a little more warning next time, yeah?’ She appears not to be listening to me, instead gaping at her left hand, which just… waved away her concern. ‘Wait, what?’ I concentrate for a moment, focusing on moving my left arm. The goddess gasps as her left arm rises off of the bed, following my command.

I feel the gathering wave of mental energy as she prepares to expel her suddenly unwanted visitor. But then she pauses, her brows furrowing as she senses a distinct lack of any malicious intent. Instead, she feels my confusion, mixed with a spark of mischief and a rapidly growing cinder of lust. The thought that I could use her arm to harm her in the few seconds I could have maintained control hadn’t even occurred to me. Instead, I had other goals in mind.

She watches, truly baffled, as her own hand tenderly cups the side of her face. “Adam, whaa…?” I mentally shrug, then think back. ‘Honestly, I’m not sure? Maybe it’s because I grasped your tendril thingie with this arm? All I know is that I’ve somehow gained control of the arm of an incredibly attractive woman, the same woman who has been urging me to do incredibly naughty things...’

She swallows nervously, but I can feel the ember of her own lust ignite, soon blazing with an intensity to match my own. “And… what would you do? If you had such a woman under your power?” She feels my flicker of doubt as a small part of me questions the morality of taking advantage of the situation, slamming the brakes on my spiralling thoughts. She senses my momentary hesitation, and in response sends me a wave of reassurance, excitement, and explicit consent. The feeling echoes strangely, almost coming from two places at once. Still, both feel enthusiastic, so I push it from my mind.

‘If I had the chance? Probably something like this.’ “Mmmmmm!” she lets out a sultry moan as her left hand strays down to her breast, tweaking the nipple before withdrawing sharply, the minor contact sending waves of pleasure rippling throughout her body. Her grin practically spreads from ear to ear as she hears a tentative, ‘does having your tits played with, even that little, always feel that good?’

The goddess’s grin takes on a decidedly predatory air as she says, “Oh, you can feel that too, can’t you? So, you can feel what I feel if I were to do… this. Ooooooooh” As she speaks, she trails her right hand down from where it’d been tucked behind her head, trailing her fingertips over her smooth skin, up the slope of her breast, before finally pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve felt in my life, the intensity of the touch, and the intermingling of our lusty emotions almost overwhelming. Unbeknownst to me, the game is rigged from the start. Lust deities can inherently mess with the sensitivity of both their bodies and their partners. Right now? Things were dialled up to 11.

Still, there is a part of me, a small, incredibly competitive streak, that refuses to take this lying down. I was more than prepared to withstand the blissful ecstasy of heightened feminine pleasure if it meant dragging this cocky goddess down with me. ‘It’s so fucking on.’ The hand under my control returns to her breast, the nipple now standing proud thanks to our shared arousal, and begins to touch, stoke, and tease her pliant flesh.

“You are, like, going to pay for that!” She pants, her valley girl accent a little strained as I continue to explore. Naturally, my only recourse is to give her nipple a firm tweak, drawing out an adorable, “eeeep!”. Things quickly descend from there, each of us trying to get the other to squirm. As both of us inhabit the same body, this goes about as well as can be expected.

Her breathing steadily grows more ragged as the game stretches on, hitching as she feels my attention shift to the growing feeling of heat between her legs. I stop my teasing, utterly enthralled by the foreign sensations of feminine arousal. The goddess smiles softly, before murmuring, “momentary truce?”

Sensing my assent, she shifts to the edge of the bed facing the mirror, a seductive smile on her face as she spreads her legs, giving me the best possible view of her panty-clad mound, the fabric clearly slick with her arousal. “Do you want to touch it?” her grin widens as she feels my spike of anticipation, but the grin turns to a snort of amusement as she feels my sudden wave of guilt. “Don’t worry, Babe. I, like, totally got you covered.”

The mirror shifts, changing to a view of the camp. I see the girls gathered around the fire, still discussing their next choice, the image flickers, and suddenly I can hear Ash say, “…urn into one, it explicitly says that its only based upon their social structure, no links to anything demonic whatsoever.” ‘Demonic forces? What the hell are they talking about?’ before I can hear anymore of the discussion, text scrolls over the screen. The conversation halts, and their eyes unfocus as they receive the message.

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Heeeeeeeeeey, so you guys know how I’m borrowing Adam and we are temporarily sharing a body via divine bullshit for a bit? If he just so happened to randomly and totally accidentally gain control of an arm, would you guys be mad if he took advantage of lil ol’ helpless me? I need to know…, for reasons…

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My family takes a moment to read the notice, then shares significant glances amongst themselves. The silence is broken as a suddenly smug looking Ash extends a hand towards Em. “I was right, there're shenanigans! Pay up!” Pouting, Em withdraws something from her inventory and dumps it in Ash’s hand, sighing explosively as she mutters, “goddamn horndog brother.” Ash snorts as Em’s hand pulls away, momentarily revealing two small foil packets, which promptly disappear into Ash’s inventory. ‘Were those… condoms?!?’

Before I can get too distracted, Mum, who watched the exchange between Ash and Em with a mix of exasperation and amusement, speaks up. “We had a feeling this would happen.” “Most of us, anyway.” Snickers Ash, earning herself an elbow from Em.

Ignoring the remark, Mum continues, “Adam, if you can hear us, apparently you’re sharing a body with her and can feel everything she feels? Well, Sweety? Better take notes, you’ll be making this up to all of us later!” The image shimmers then, shifting as more words scroll across the screen, only to fade away entirely. Whatever the Goddess’s next message to my family had been, I apparently wasn’t meant to see it.

Instead, the wall settles, returning to the reflective sheen of a mirror. She winks at herself, and by extension, me, and coos, “Well, babe, where were we?” Eyes burning with desire, she leans back slightly and spreads her legs further, her invitation plain. Surprised by my family's easy acceptance, but not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, my borrowed arm tentatively moves down between her legs, brushing over the warm, damp fabric of her panties.

She nibbles on her bottom lip at the slight contact, moaning slightly as I grow steadily bolder, tracing over her vulva with my fingertips. Despite my eagerness, I do not rush, instead taking the time to acclimatise myself to the strange, but incredibly pleasurable sensations. The goddess idly caresses her breast with her right hand, a small, knowing (albeit rather flushed) smile on her face as she watches and feels me explore.

Waves of excitement and smouldering anticipation travel both ways through our mental link, rapidly increasing in frequency and intensity as my exploratory touches stretch on. Getting the hint, I slip my hand under the waistband of her panties, stifling a mental oath as I feel the contact directly over her pussy. I’m not the only one who’s affected, the goddess letting out a throaty moan as my fingers run over and between her labia.

‘fuuuuuck this feels good. Shall we lose the panties?’ She giggles, her other hand slipping under the waistband of the garment. She scoots her hips up, and together we slowly draw the damp fabric away from her pussy and down her long, slender legs. Casting the panties aside, she lays back, eagerly spreading her leg as my borrowed hand returns to its self-appointed task.

For several long minutes, I revel in the delights of feminine self-pleasure, taking the time to discover what feels good, and what to avoid. The experience is enlightening, and more than a little enjoyable. Our touch becomes increasingly urgent as encouraging words quickly become more passionate.

Shared whispers of sweet, passionate nothings quickly descend into filth as we let our freak flags fly, easily recognising in each other a fellow degenerate. Dirty talk passes between us at the speed of thought, promises of what would happen and what we would do to each other if I was here in person, rather than in spirit.

I can feel the effect my salacious promises have on her, just as she can feel the effect her words have on me. She is a goddess of lust, an expert seductress who knows the desires of men and women alike, but I choose to believe I gave as good as I got. Whatever the case, our shared lusts and frantic fingers soon bring us to the very edge, then tip us over it.

As the intense orgasm subsides, we lay back on the bed, panting and sweaty, aftershocks rippling through us as we bask in mutual satisfaction. ‘We have to do that again sometime. Same time next week?’ She snorts, before replying, “I wish! No, I can only do this on special occasions.” ‘A pity.’ Chuckling, her voice shifts back to valley girl as she says, “So, I’m going to have to, like, kick you out now, babe. Lots of godly stuff to do, y’know?”

She feels my amusement as I reply, ‘Stealing me away to get your rocks off, then kicking me to the curb, cold miss lust goddess, cold.’ Her voice shifts back to vague American (a term which seemed to amuse her), as she says, “says the man that hasn’t asked me for my name yet.” She laughs then, feeling my wave of sheepishness when I realise that she is entirely correct. ‘Sort of figured you couldn’t tell me, considering you were being all mysterious and shit.’

“Weeeell, you’re not entirely wrong. Whilst I can’t tell you my ‘official’ name, I can tell whomever I damn well please my personal name. This amazing, terrifically beautiful, exceedingly cunning, and incredibly humble goddess has a name that drives fear into the hearts of any mortal who hears it. Are you certain you wish to carry such a burden?”

‘… Sure…?’

“Very well. If that is your choice, so be it. Bear witness, mortal, and despair, for I am… Abby!!!”

‘… Abby…?’

“Yup, that’s m’name, don’t wear it out.”

‘And you’re sure you’re a goddess?’

“I should hope so, otherwise I’ll need to update my CV, and that’s always a pain.”

‘Apply for many jobs, do you?’

“I like to keep my options open. You never know when an opportunity will come wandering in your general direction, y’know?”

‘That’s fair. It’s always a good idea to keep an eye on the job market. Divinity probably isn’t an easy gig, after all.’

I feel a spike of bitterness from Abby and mentally kick myself for unknowingly putting my foot in my mouth as she mutters, “You don’t know the half of it.” Feeling my remorse, Abby waves me off. “Its fine, don’t worry.” Tentatively, I ask, ‘is… there anything I can do to help? If there is, I'd be more than happy to do it.’ She pauses for a moment, her surprise plain, before I feel a rush of warmth intermingled with gratitude as she asks, “You really mean that, don’t you?”

Mentally shrugging, I reply, ‘Well, yeah. You’ve been looking out for my family and I, in your own way. I’d be more than happy to return the favour.’ She sighs, tension I wasn’t aware of leaving her as she says, “Thank you, Adam. You really have no idea how much that means to me. For now, the best thing you can do for me is continue being you.” She pauses for a moment, then winks as she adds.

“Oh, and you could let me watch whatever naughty things you and your family get up to behind closed doors. A girl has needs, y’know?”

‘Aaaaaaaaaand on that note, I’m leaving. Goodbye for now, Abby, it’s been a pleasure.’

“Probably for the best. The girls are ready to continue our little game. I’m sorta hoping that they get another forfeit, not gunna lie.” Pausing for a moment, I let her feel both my amusement, and that I certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea. With one last goodbye (for now), I focus on returning to my body.