FALSE GODS

13 Manta in a Puddle

Marcus Petromax walked into his chamber. The floor was made of marble, set in lattices of wood. The walls and furniture were chestnut and cedar. He picked up a pitcher of wine and drained it. He walked to the narrow windows to look at the ocean.

Tunica dimitas, Marcus uttered, and his clothes evanesced. He stood naked with windows open. Salty brine splashed against his body, and he shut his eyes, listening to the chaos of the troubled waters. The titan had to return to the ship to protect his people. But, somewhere far away, Charybdis lay in wait.

Marcus was the only living god who could bend two unique natural elements- wind and earth. He could speak to the wind, decreeing it to change direction. He could move hills with a flick of his wrist.

Or so his worshippers would have everyone believe.

The truth was that Marcus Petromax had not been in a proper battle for very long now. The last war which pushed him to the limits was fought in the previous century.

The titan opened his eyes and observed his constitution. It rippled with elephantine muscles. The perfect being. His oversized genitals hung without modesty.

A dark, protruding vein ran from above his knee and winded up to his backbone. It throbbed grimly, causing him great pain. It was a disease that affected gods, unknown to most.

After living for a few hundred years, gods depleted their divinity beyond a certain threshold and developed this affliction. His father, Helios Petromax, perished of the disease, but the secret was well kept. The bloodline of Titus Lucifer gave Petromax unsurpassed strength and immortality. However, sharing divinity with others included taking on their age and disease.

The members of House Petromax were the oldest among the gods. And thus, Marcus’ body was under disturbing stress. The search for Charybdis had taken a toll on him over the past few days. But he had to achieve such feats. The exploits were symbolic of his virility, his relevance.

There was a polite knock on the mahogany door.

Marcus willed a spell, and the black vein receded into his flesh, not visible anymore.

“Enter,” he thundered.

Lia, the princep, walked into the chamber. A sheer cotton gown was the only clothing on her. She had been bathed and groomed to perfection. The girl approached the God-King and bowed.

Marcus towered above her by at least two feet. Stark naked, he extended a massive hand, grabbed her chin, and tilted her head up.

“What is your name, child?” he growled kindly.

“Lia, Your Providence.”

“Lia, what a beautiful name...”

He ran his fingers through her hair. His hand was so large that her head could fit in his palm.

“We like your hair.”

“Thank you, Your Providence.”

“Tonight, call us Marcus...”

Lia hesitated for some time.

“Marcus…” she whispered.

He kissed her lips, slight as they were. It was long and seemed endless. When Marcus let go, she was breathless at the point of swooning. But within her, she felt a surge of energy. The titan’s divinity had done laps inside her. Warmth and vibrance replaced the cold and dark shadows of the ocean in her vision.

So, this is how titans see the world, she realized.

Marcus removed her gown and thumbed her breasts. She jiggled in place, being manhandled by powerful hands. The King turned her around, inspecting her body. He rubbed his face on her shoulder and neck from behind, taking in her fragrance.

“Will you let me inside you tonight, Lia?” Marcus breathed into her ear, his beard lacerating her back.

“Yes, Your... yes, Marcus….”

From behind her, his gargantuan member rose like a meteoric wave.

Lia felt the prod and turned around. She gasped when she saw the enormity.

It is as large as one of my thighs, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief.

Marcus lifted the girl with one hand around her waist. He threw her on the king’s bed. It was a cypress bed carved from a single block of timber that could handle the weight of a hundred tons.

Lia lay on her back, reluctant to spread her legs. She was shaking in mortal fear.

A virgin, Marcus realized and smirked. She’ll need some help to survive this. He held both thighs in his hands and let his divinity gush into her. The girl’s boldness returned, and her eyes widened as their senses found a center.

Lia spread her legs, inviting him.

Marcus was not one for foreplay. He was a God-King.

He took his manhood and made to thrust inside her, but there was no path to invade through. The titan grunted and took a breath in. Lia whimpered and caught the bed head to brace for the impact. Marcus leaned on her and shoved, and through a splurge, he went in. The girl’s mouth opened to scream, but no voice came out. She was not within her wits.

Marcus did not wait for her to come back. He made another thrust and another. And another, raising the tempo.

Lia’s eyes rolled up into her sockets as he forced into her like a battering ram. More divinity flowed from Marcus into her to sustain her through the frenzy.

The bed shook in distress. The walls trembled with every impact. And the entire ship seemed to tremble with the repercussions.

Lia’s senses returned, and her pupils descended. She looked at the spectacle above her. A muscle-laden god was pounding into her like a foundry. And then her moans rose. They pierced through the roar of the ocean.

Nerva had been standing guard outside the chamber for half an hour, listening to the yelps of the poor princep. She felt closer to her titan master while he was making love. His defenses were down, and their spiritual connection was at a high. Marcus was close to orgasm.

Nerva placed a hand on her crotch and felt she was dripping wet. One day, he will have me as well, she reassured herself.