With apologies to Robert Anton Wilson.

The two of you tumble through the door into room 405, groping and tearing at each other’s clothes like you’re trying to skin each other. Your entry into the lobby was very demure, and you quietly ascended the stairs (damn elevator is still on the fritz), but by the time you reached the 4th floor landing desire had grown too greatly and you both stopped resisting your more primal impulses.

No time wasted, you both hurriedly undress and tumble into the bed. Your lovemaking is frenzied, and all soon dissolves into fire and wetness and flesh on flesh as the two of you do your level best to meld two bodies into one. The slickness of Melissa’s burning gash welcomes your cock as you build a steady rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals, her body moving in time. No words are spoken, just gasps and moans, until you bring her to her first climax. After her thrashing subsides she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes. “**** me.” The words are the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard.

You don’t need a second invitation. Continuing with your measured thrusts, you wrap your fingers around her neck. Careful not to actually cut off her air, you instead press on her carotid, and are rewarded by her clawing at your back. Still pumping away, you take her to the edge of unconsciousness over and over, watching as her eyes grow glassy and her pale face turns purplish. Still, her body responds to your ministrations; she cums almost every time she nearly slips into oblivion.

Finally you feel that you’ve reached your own limit and start to speed up. Melissa gazes up at you, her lips parted, her hips grinding up at you in time. “Take me all the way.”

You both cum hard as her eyes roll back and she lapses into blissful unconsciousness, a smile on her full lips. This one wasn’t hollow.

“Jimmy for the two point conversion!”

Eris’ voice breaks through your sleep addled mind. You open your eyes and grin up at her. “Hey there.”

She snuggles up to you in the (at least now) empty bed. “Hey yourself. That was awesome babe! You transitioned perfectly. And you claimed another one! I like this one.”

“I think I do too.” You chuckle and kiss the goddess on the top of her artfully messy hair. “So I didn’t fuck up reality?”

“Well, you wouldn’t know if you did. That’s the way paradox works. Time has a sorta way of healing itself. Like the forty or fifty times someone’s gone back in time to **** Hitler or the seven or eight times that JFK didn’t get shot. Usually big changes have a way of erasing themselves.” She kisses your neck. “Unless, of course, there are outside forces at work. That can throw a real monkey wrench into things. But either way any paradox can be paradoctored. Although usually it takes a pair of doxies. And you have quite a few pairs now.”

You quickly grab her by the hair and pull her face up to yours, kissing her fiercely, “I think I’d like to add one more to the set.”

She kisses back. Apples and heaven. Then she runs her fingers down your chest. “Babe, I’m pretty sure I’m more than you could handle. The last time I truly took a mortal lover he went insane.” Your thoughts jump immediately to Rasputin. “And no, it’s not who you’re thinking. Bobby was a sweet kid before I got ahold of him. He started taking not taking things too seriously too seriously, then there was that damn book...” she trails off as you start to rub the small of her back. “Sorry hon. I got to remembering that he turned into a big dummy after a while. One of the problems with being essentially immortal is that you end up with a lot of ex’s.” Her eyes twinkle. “So you and I... it wouldn’t be...”

You pull her hair, yanking her lips up to yours again. “Shut up. I’m willing to take the chance.”

Maybe there’s some of that god affecting perk still lingering in the code. Maybe this is what she wanted you to do all along. Either way she melts into your embrace and her tiny hands begin to explore your body.

Finally she breaks the kiss. “Well, you’re pretty nuts already, so why the hell not?” She pushes you onto your back and straddles you. You feel the heat from her slick vertical smile as it begins to slide along your length. She rubs against your rapidly stiffening cock and you are once again struck by just how small she is.

She grins down at you impishly, eyes twinkling, as she teases you, using your glans to stimulate her clit, and you just soak in the view, watching her bring herself right to the edge and then tumble over it, riding the crest of her orgasm as she rides your lap. But enough is enough. Time to grab the reins.

(AN: no, I didn’t decide to just add in an Eris sex scene then run with what I had. But the introductory buildup was pretty good so I kept it. I need a few more things to happen before we get to the end of the first act. Still soliciting in character questions for my brain children to answer.)

~W.)