Divine Followup

I behind me and see a familiar well-muscled man in his twenties with snow white hair. He grins and says, "You've worked out better than I thought, and I wanted to offer some friendly advice before you make a mistake."

"What mistake? You gave me this blasted toy." I say holding up the rabbit vibrator like a dagger in a confrontational pose.

"Wow, that's great! You look adorable." He belts out a laugh at the scene.

The frustration of being mocked and cut off right before finally being able to release bubbles within me, "Fuck off, you choose now of all times to interrupt me."

"Well I couldn't intervene in front of the Satyr, he might recognize me which would cause issues..." He responds.

"Oh so your famous, and that excuses your shitty timing", I pant out struggling to hold down the heat that was coursing through me.

"No, it explains it though. -he gestures towards my flustered body- This sort of thing is MY domain." His voice carries a sense of authority in it that makes my body shiver a bit in response.

"What?" I respond a bit at a loss for words.

"When a mortal agrees to serve a divine, they gain a fragment of their power. The Huntress has aided you hunting abilities and altered your form to that of a woman ... and I've heightened other talents and desires" He responds giving me a knowing look.

"The frustration bubbles up again, a heat that’s nothing like what I felt before. I clench my fists, trying to suppress the urge to give in to it. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? I don’t know who I am anymore. A woman? A mortal? Or someone who’s been shaped by gods, manipulated like some puppet on a string? I ask, "How is that fair?"

"Yeah the Huntress definitely got the short end of the stick if you ask me." He chuckles.

"I meant... you making my body have so little control." I ask somewhat resigned to my frustration.

"Oh you have more _control _then you realize, you had that boy earlier eating out of your hand. Which brings me to my point. Toys are only so satisfying, I'm sure he could eat over things out for you." He smirks.

"Really, then should I fuck him or you?" I ask with condescension in my voice.

"Oh beautiful, you couldn't handle me... yet anyways. And as for Sabastian... well something triggered these feelings in you, and it wasn't me"

I blush at his implication, "What, no. That's crazy, I can't... this isn't me... though I do wonder" I feel the heat writhing me surges as I consider his words. He does give a sense of divinity but he's right, my desires even if heightened are my own. I think back to the reactions I was able to get from Sabastian and my body confirms my thoughts.

"My advice, don't overthink it. Labels tend to make this sort of thing hard to process. You both could use a good fuck, and I'd consider it a solid if you gave Sabastian a 'break'." He responds.

"So you'd owe me one, maybe enough to turn down these desires?" I question, the tightness within me barely within my control.

"If that's what you want." He responds.

"You have a deal." I respond and sharply turn to march back to camp. The pressure inside me is unbearable, and one way or another I will find release.