Leah has questions; Myrralis has answers

While in contact with her long-lost goddess mother, Leah focused, attempting to use her new powers for the first time.

Myrralis laughed gently as nothing happened, unfolding her daughter from her embrace and placing her hands on her shoulders instead.

"Well, they won't work on me, I'm a goddess, after all," she pointed out. "But I know what you tried to do, and I'm not angry at you for it."

Leah chuckled awkwardly. All she'd tried to do was a small test, making Myrralis scratch her nose and turning the tips of her hair a vibrant green.

The deity turned the electric lights on with a gesture, then manifested a knife from nothing and carved the birthday cake. Two plates floated out of Leah's cabinet and an exact eighth slice settled on each, forks from her cutlery drawer joining them moments later.

"Do you want whipped cream or ice cream, Leah?" she asked.

Leah was feeling overwhelmed by the casual display of supernatural power, but the normalcy of the question recentred her. "Just whipped cream... but I don't have any in the fridge."

Myrralis just laughed softly again and pointed at Leah's plate, then her own, a perfect dollop of whipping cream gushing out of her finger each time.

"And there's a bucket of ice cream in the freezer, pistachio, your favourite," the goddess said. "Now," she went on after taking a bite of cake, "I imagine you have a lot of questions."

Leah nodded, stifling a moan of pleasure at the sheer perfection of the cake. "I should write them down so I don't forget while we eat and chat." Grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a pen, she started jotting down some notes.

"First, how did you know pistachio is my favourite flavour?"

"Just because I haven't been able to reveal myself to you doesn't mean I haven't been keeping an eye on you," Myrralis pointed out. "Why do you think you never got hurt or sick beyond the occasional minor scrape and sniffle? Where do you think those mysterious birthday presents came from? And for that matter, when your parents were about to lose their house by defaulting on their mortgage, where do you think that winning lottery ticket came from?"

Leah nodded, but said, "Just how close of an eye have you been keeping on me?"

"Just enough to keep you safe for most of your life. I've only started taking a more active interest in the last three years, and only really been paying close attention since you moved into this place--incidentally, how do you think you were able to get a decent apartment like this with favourable rent?"

"Just how much have you seen?" A mix of accusation and embarrassment tinged Leah's voice, and Myrralis didn't miss it.

"I'm the goddess of passion, and passion takes many forms. Artistic passion, literary passion, academic passion... and yes, romantic passion and sexual passion. There's no need for you to be ashamed of any of that. You're my only descendant, Leah. I hadn't found anyone else I wanted to share that with before Sonia, and I know you're the sort of person who could never truly disappoint me."

"You've seen..." Leah trailed off, her face flushing from pure mortification.

"Yes, I've even seen that." Myrralis chuckled.

Leah took another few bites of cake while she composed herself.

"All right, well, next question, then, why didn't it work when I tried to change you?"

Myrralis nodded. "A few reasons. First, I'm a goddess. Demigods' powers don't work on other deities or demigods. That won't be too much of a problem for you, though; none of the other gods are interested in a backwater planet in a backwater galaxy like this, so I'm the only god around and you're the only demigod. Second, even if I was an ordinary human, I'd be much too old for your powers to affect me."

"Too old?"

"You're new to your powers, so I've limited them to let you get used to them. Eventually you'll be ready to assume your proper mantle as the demigoddess of magical control--yes, that's why you've always liked stories about things like mind control and free use and such--but for now you can only affect other sapients within three years of your age, so anyone who's past their eighteenth birthday but hasn't yet hit their twenty-sixth."

"That's five years older than me," Leah pointed out.

"Well, yes, I was going to limit it to twenty-four, but I know you have the hots for that cute TA so I decided to extend it a bit."

"I suppose the touch limitation is for a similar reason?"

Myrralis nodded again. "Once you come into your full power you'll be able to extend your reach across all of time and space at once, but for now it's best not to let your fantasies get too out of hand. You also won't be able to make changes that are too drastic, so no turning someone into a giantess you've mind-controlled to stomp a city flat."

Leah flushed again but pulled her hair over her shoulder and tried to change it. Nothing happened.

"I already told you about that," Myrralis reminded her daughter. "Other people. You can't change yourself, not yet, anyway. Eventually you'll transcend your physical body and then be able to manifest however you choose."

"Why not let me practice safely on myself?"

"Well, it wouldn't be that safe. What if you accidentally delete your heart or something? Better it happen to some regular human than to you."

"That seems callous."

"Leah, we're deities. We matter more than they do. I know it seems disturbing to you now, but your thinking will adjust over time. Speaking of time, as a demigod you are immortal now, and I mean truly immortal. Even I couldn't end your existence if I wanted to, and you'll outlast the universe itself and be around for the next, and the next. But if it makes you feel better, I was planning to stick around while you adjust and stop you from making any significant mistakes like that."

"You're saying I'll outlive all of my friends."

Myrralis shrugged with an enigmatic smile. "I'm sure you can think of a few ways to deal with that, if you keep your attachments."

Leah nodded reluctantly. "Won't people notice anything weird going on? Like, if I touch some dude and suddenly he's following me around like a devoted love **** and has a fat bulge in his crotch."

"Again, Leah, we're deities. Reality exists for us; everyone else is just living in it. What we do is normal and unremarkable by definition. Nobody else will care what you do."

"All right, well, I'll have to test that, but next question, how did you get Mom pregnant?"

"I think I'll leave that as a mystery for now. You'll discover the truth in good time, and all I'll say now is that I know you can think of a number of different ways for it to have happened."

Leah flushed again, and Myrralis chuckled. "You don't have to be embarrassed about your porn habits. I know what you've been fingering yourself to and frankly it's all pretty hot. As I said, sexual passion is squarely within my domain."

"Yeah, but, I mean, I only just found out that you're my mother, and we just met, and it's really embarrassing to know that you've been watching what I jill off to..."

"How much of it would you do for real?" Myrralis asked. "No consequences, no judgment."

"I, uh..." Leah tried very hard to avoid thinking about the question.

"Leah, no judgment. I wouldn't have chosen these powers for you if I was going to disapprove of what you would do with them. Would you control someone's mind to have sex with them, for instance?"

"I mean, I think it's hot when people do that in stories..."

"Would you give someone huge boobs simply because you want that even though she was happier with a more modest bust?"

"Well, if you've been watching me, you know I've written the occasional story about that..."

"Would you make a guy break up with his girlfriend so he could be your boyfriend instead?"

"I've masturbated to that sort of thing on occasion..."

"Leah, do you think I haven't done all of those things myself from time to time? We're above morality. Notice how you're not judging me for that?"

"I mean, you're a... god..." Leah trailed off as the implication of what Myrralis was saying came home.

"Exactly. As I said, we're above morality. The only being who can judge your actions is you. You'll adjust, as I said."

Leah took a deep breath. "All right, next question. Why can't I change myself, aside from accidentally deleting my lungs or something. But even then if I'm actually immortal do I really need them?"

"For a nascent demigod like you, you don't technically, but it will be very uncomfortable, and so I wanted to spare you from that. Also, I know you do want to change your body, and why would I deny myself the pleasure of helping you with that?"

"Mom!" Leah was embarrassed all over again. "I'd rather... I don't want..."

Myrralis flicked a finger and set the plates and cutlery to washing themselves, while the cake wrapped itself up and floated over to settle in the fridge. "I know what you look like under those clothes and I know what you thought when you saw my body, and I know what you've dreamed of having for your own body if you could." She leaned over for a dramatic whisper. "And I know what you want to do with me, and don't worry, incestuous passion is every bit as much a part of my domain as any other type."

"Even if I lose them eventually I've still got my human moral hang-ups for now," Leah noted, but she also wasn't feeling as disturbed as she might have done a few days prior. Then she sighed. "But I guess if you're going to insist that this is the only way I cam adjust my own body for now, I'll... try to deal with it."

Myrralis smiled. "Don't worry. I'll be able to tell if you're getting too uncomfortable. Would you like me to make the space better for the purpose?"

"Better?" Leah asked.

Myrralis waved a hand and a set of mirrors appeared, allowing anyone standing in the middle to see themselves from all angles, space itself warping in Leah's apartment to let the fixture fit. "And if it makes you feel better, I'll get naked first."

The goddess stood up from Leah's dining table and simply made her clothes vanish into nothing. Leah couldn't stop her eyes from doing a quick sweep of her mother's body, taking in her modest curves and toned limbs, the barest hint of abs and--her eyes flicked upward to Myrralis's face and stayed there immediately after--her clean-shaven pussy.

"You do like what you see," the deity teased, keeping herself to within the limits of what she knew Leah's shifting morality would accept.

"Mother!" Leah objected, but less vociferously.

"It's fine, dear. No judgment for lusting after me. Now, come on, I already know what you look like under those clothes anyway."

Leah sighed and drained the last of her coffee. Myrralis was probably right. If she'd been keeping an eye on her, then that meant watching her in the shower, in bed, while she pumped her vibrator in and out, even the few times she'd hooked up with someone at university... she wouldn't be showing anything the goddess didn't already know about. It just felt different since it would be her choice this time.

The empty mug floated off the table and cleaned itself shortly after she put it down.

Leah sighed again, stepped into the circle of mirrors, and disrobed.