Asha's Blaze

“This . . . doesn’t look like the Shah’s palace” you comment as you and Ishtar look around at a Persian style house.

“Because it isn’t” came the soft spoken voice of a woman sitting cross legged on a bed of decorated cushions in front of a brazier, which was happily burning away.

“I take it you brought us here” you comment idly, hand resting against your sword.

“Indeed, please, I mean no harm” The woman replied, looking up at you. She was an Iranian with tanned skin, shoulder length dark hair that was somewhere between brown and blond, and was wearing a richly decorated magenta dress that was almost burgundy in colour. With it was a richly decorated shawl also the same colour.

“Who are you?” Ishtar asked, eyes warily on the unknown woman.

“My name is Asha” The woman replied, still in her soft tone. You frown at this, something tugged at your memory but you couldn’t place it.

“Asha?” Ishtar asked. It seemed she had placed the name instead. “I didn’t think that was a god . . .” she commented with a confused frown.

“The mortals believe that which they want to believe” Asha replied, returning her attention to the brazier “That is as was intended by The Maker of All Things” she added.

“The maker of all things” You repeat with a thoughtful frown. That sounded very similar to someone you already know.

“Indeed, and yes, you know him already” Asha said, not looking up from her fire.

“What is it you want then? Us to leave your sphere alone?” You ask. For a moment, Asha’s only reply is a slight smirk. Any reply she might have given was delayed by her grabbing a piece of wood from a pile next to the brazier and adding it to the flames.

“No” was her reply. Instead of elaborating, the woman grabbed a poker and tended to the flames for a moment, even adding another piece of wood to the flames. “I wish to swear fealty to you” she told you and your eyes snap open in surprise.

“I’m sorry . . . what?” you ask, completely floored by the sudden statement of the Iranian goddess.

“You are forgiven, as I said, I wish to swear fealty to you” Asha replied, turning her attention to you.

“Why?” you ask, blinking a few times as you try to wrap your head around this rather stunning turn of events.

“Because, though I know you are not he, you are indeed the closest thing to Ahura Mazda that I am going to get” Asha replied, returning her attention to the brazier and adding another piece of wood to it.

“So what? Because I have the powers of god, you wish to serve me?” you ask.

“I contemplated swearing fealty to the Other, but . . .” Asha paused here to tend to the fire “He embodies chaos” she finished. “You, however, I have watched” Asha began again, turning her attention back to you. “Though your morals are . . . interesting, you embody order nonetheless” she told you.

“And you embody . . . order?” you ask, still not sure what was going on exactly.

“Yes” Asha replied “Though, more accurately, I am the Will of Order, and the goodness in men’s hearts” She told you. The woman then added a few more pieces to the fire, poked them around a little and stood up, stepping around the brazier in order to face you directly.

“And you wish to swear fealty to me because I’m all for order, when your only alternative is for chaos?” You ask, feeling like a fish out of water.

“Yes” Asha replied. You turned to look at Ishtar who shrugged.

“If she’s Asha, she’s on our side . . .literally all there is to it,” Ishtar told you. You turn your attention back to the Iranian in question and sigh.

“Very well, I accept your fealty then” you declare.

“Shall we have sex now, or would you prefer it another time?” Asha asked. The fact that she asked it with a completely straight face and the suddenness of the question took you completely off guard.

“Wh-wha?” you stammered eloquently.

“Every god that has sworn fealty to you has then sealed that oath with sex” Asha informed you.

“That’s not true,” you say, shaking your head. “Fortuna and Mars haven’t” you point out “in fact, Fortuna even appears to abhor the idea of having sex with me” you add. Asha raised a delicate eyebrow at your statement.

“Neither of those two gods have sworn fealty to you” Asha pointed out and you frowned in thought.

“No, Fortuna has! I remember that” you reply.

“No, she swore to fight the Great Enemy” Asha countered.

“Well, Artemis has- oh yeah right” you began, stopping yourself short. “Well Andraste hasn’t!” you add.

“Didn’t Andraste swear to protect your holy scroll or die trying?” Ishtar piped up.

“Who’s side are you on?!” you fire back at the minx who giggled.

“And I mean . . . I’m carrying your child . . . I drop everything at your beck and call . . .” Ishtar continued, counting off on her fingers.

“Fine! I get it” you say and then sigh heavily. When you turn your attention back to Asha, you notice a small smirk on her face.

“So . . . shall we have sex now? Or would you prefer later?” Asha asked once more. This time she followed it up by reaching up under her shawl and undoing something. Her dress then fell smoothly to the floor, revealing a good portion of her nude body. She then reached up under her shawl once more and lifted the garment up over her head and set it down beside her. This allowed you to get a completely unobstructed look at Asha’s body.

Her skin reminded you of a strong cup of Turkish coffee with maybe a splash of milk to soften it’s edge and add a creamy texture to it. Your eyes run down her body from her full breasts, to her wide hips and smooth cunny, before going back up again to meet the woman’s eyes.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Go get her tiger” Ishtar quipped, slapping you on the arse as she walked past you, plopping herself down in front of the brazier and throwing a piece of wood onto it. You turn your attention back to Asha and contemplate your options. While you are contemplating this, Asha walks up to you, and places her hands on your chest, gazing deeply into your eyes. You instinctively put your hands on her hips, delighting in the heat of her flesh. You feel a spark of power flash from the goddess and your clothes burned away, leaving you naked before her, her warm hands resting on your bare chest.

“Very well then” You say in a low voice before slipping your hands around to her back and pressing her into you, while delivering a passionate kiss she eagerly returned.

After a few moments of passionately kissing, Asha began sinking to the ground, her arms around your back and locked tongues causing you to follow her closely. Your kiss is broken only for a moment as Asha gracefully crawls onto a pile of cushions. Your make-out session is resumed with you on top of the goddess, delighting in the heat of her body, far hotter than any human, the warm, soft cushions of her breasts on your chest, and her soft, delicate fingers stroking your back. You break the kiss to plant kisses down her neck while she bucks her hips, rubbing herself against your hardening shaft as your legs entwine with each other.

The two of you writhe together in burning passion as you bask in the heat of her body but at last, your throbbing need could be ignored no longer. At this point you break off your kiss with the fiery goddess. Asha gave you a look. It was a knowing look, a longing look, a craving look. Though her arms stayed around you, her legs opened out into a spread eagle. She squirmed on her cushions, moving them into place so that she was laying at a slight angle.

You lean back and position your cock against her glistening entrance, the desire to be inside of her, to claim her growing. You rub the tip of your shaft against her quim, gently stroking the folds of her labia and delighting in her soft pleasured sighs. Finally, you are done teasing, you press yourself against her and begin slowly forcing your way inside. Her snatch was tight and very hot. These two things you noticed first and in that order, but despite the vice-like tightness, there was no resistance. You slide inside of her to the sound of a seductive moan which tore from her lips. With your shaft now fully engulfed by Asha’s molten depths, you bend over her and deliver a kiss upon her eager lips. She smiles at you, placing her hands on your shoulders and widens her legs as much as she possibly can, inching you inside her just a touch more. With a smirk of your own, you begin.

Despite her tightness, your cock slides smoothly in and out of Asha’s heated quim. The pressure and heat sent thrills shooting through as you piston yourself into her. Asha, for her part, moans sweetly and seductively, her sounds plucking at strings in your core like a harp as you progress towards release. You close your eyes, Asha closes her. The cushions around you support your weight as you slowly plumb Asha’s inner depths. You wrap your arms around her back, and she wraps hers around your neck, pressing her soft breasts into your chest, engulfing your body in heat like a blanket.

Gradually you feel your orgasm approach. Your legs tense up, your hairs stand on end and pleasure builds up in your shaft until it reaches the very tip and explodes forth from you in great spurts of orgasmic pleasure. You pump every last spurt of orgasm out of you and into Asha until at last your orgasm fades, leaving you warm, weary and satisfied.

When you open your eyes, you see Asha, her arms flopped down beside her, her chest heaving and a satisfied smile on her face. You aren’t sure when she came, but it’s clear she did. Pulling out, you scoop Asha up into an embrace and enjoy the warmth that radiates from her body, casually kneading a breast while Asha basks in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“That was hot” Ishtar commented from her position by the brazier. “I need to try fucking in a bed of cushions at some point” she mused, taking up her thinking pose as she obviously imagined what it would be like. “Mmmmm yeah” she purred. Asha snorted in your arms and you guessed this was the closest you were going to get to outright laughter, she didn’t seem to be the type to be overly expressional.

“I wondered what it would be like, having seen humans do it so often” Asha told you softly, snuggling into your chest and forcing you to switch to kneading her soft arse cheeks.

“This was your first time?” you asked, you aren’t sure why this surprised you but it did.

“I am alone in my task” Asha told you. “I watch humanity and see what they do, and how they do it, but there is none who I can experience this with” She explained.

“I’m glad I’ve rectified that” you say gently, planting a kiss on her head.

“With this act, let it be sealed” Asha said softly “I am now, and always will be, an extension of your will” she declared before meeting your eyes with her own. “Command me and I will obey” she declared. You gaze into her eyes as you contemplate her words.

“How do you propose to become an extension of my will?” you ask thoughtfully.

“If you would let me, I would choose telepathy” she replied, blinking once. You think for a good long moment, delighting in the soft warmth of her body as you consider this.

“I will consider it” you say at length, this is a decision to be made between you and Artemis. “For now, if you indeed will obey any order, I was originally heading to the palace of the Shahanshah in order to hopefully negotiate trade deals” you tell the goddess. On a whim, you project your intent to Asha who happily takes it in.

“I will communicate with those I can and aid the decision along to a good and just conclusion” Asha told you.

“With that done” you say, projecting your intent towards the fiery goddess once more. Asha smirked and gave you a smouldering look before rolling on top of you. Your cock was still hard, one orgasm wasn’t quite enough to fully satisfy you and close proximity with Asha had gotten you back in the mood.

Asha took your cock in her hand while you grabbed handfuls of delectably soft boob. Asha then slid herself down your shaft unto her thighs met your pelvis and she leant forward. Your hands slipped from her boobs to her back and you pressed those delectable mounds into your chest while Asha began rocking on top of you. Apparently her watching of humans taught her how to slide herself along almost the full length of a human cock in one gyration whilst still being able to press her breasts into her lover’s chest.