Ungodly Resurrection

10: Promise Me R18+

“Breakfast Momma!” Marian called. Emma yawned. She felt a bit tired, maybe she had been stretching herself a bit thin lately. She rolled over and sat up, placing a gentle hand on her abdomen.

“You guys ok in there?” She patted her stomach and yawned again.

“Emma love?” Bel called from the hall. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I'm coming.” Emma replied. She needed to get up anyway. She needed to check in on the stag, it had been a few days.

“Cern.” The name popped from her mouth before she could stop it.

“What was that?” Luci asked from the door, head tilted. Emma blushed.

“Nothing, just grumbling to myself.” Emma replied. Luci hummed thoughtfully.

“Your children request your presence, madam.” Lucian stated grandly, bowing. She waved him off.

“I'm getting up.” Emma said with another yawn.

“Not fast enough.” Luci teased, taking a handful of long-legged strides across the room to scoop her up off the bed. She squealed and giggled as he carried her down the stairs for breakfast.

---------------------

“Sure you don't want me to come with you?” Luci asked. Emma watched the children working on their lessons. Marian was quite advance in reading, but struggled with her math, and if she intended to be a healer, she would definitely need it. The triplets were practicing their spelling, between playful competitiveness, and Sol was quietly reading a book in the corner. Emma shook her head.

“No, you are a fantastic teacher Luci. And you know they behave better for their tutor when you're here. Speaking of which, the tutor should be arriving soon.” Emma leaned up and kissed his cheek. Luci looked pleased with himself. Of course, Emma had an ulterior motive, she wasn't ready to reveal the stag's presence just yet.

“I really have to go. The man I've been working with hasn't seen me in a few days, and I worry about the state of his mind.” Emma patted Luci's arm and he hugged her tightly.

“Be careful Mistress.. little mate.” Luci murmured, cupping the back of her head to give her a long, deep kiss.

“Ewww! The triplet's voices rang out. Luci growled lightly as Emma grinned. She strode over and blew wet raspberry kisses on each of their cheeks in turn, then gently placed a kiss on Sol's head, who looked up blearily, like he'd missed something. Lastly, she gave Marian a quick hug and kiss. Emma's heart ached for her as she watched her little girl struggling to finish a paper full of math formulas with her tongue stuck out, counting on her fingers silently. Blowing a kiss to Luci and waving to the tutor who had just arrived, Emma stepped out into the garden.

Bel was sitting on a bench in the sunlight, eyes closed, absorbing the warmth, face tilted towards the sun. If Emma wasn't wrong, he was taking in energies from the sun as well. She watched him silently for a few moments, the way the light seemed to come from within him instead of outside. If he had been in his full god Form, the effect would have been even more dazzling, but he was only partially changed, skin color the major difference, though his pale hair did float about his head a bit as it did in his god Form. Emma felt her own body calm watching him.

“... leaving now?” Bel asked. Emma started, realizing she had basically been in a trance, and just now noticing Bel's blazing eyes observing her. They slowly paled, as did his skin. His long hair settled back around his shoulders. “Emma love?” She felt a tingle of lust slide through her.

“Sorry.” Emma smiled softly and walked towards him. “I was just admiring my god.” She perched on Bel's lap, placing a hand on his chest as if to absorb some of the heat from him. He gripped her tightly against him, practically purring.

“Your god has noticed your admiration, and would like to offer you a gift for it.” He nuzzled the flesh beneath her ear.

“Oh, what does a sun god gift to his admirers?” Emma let her head fall back as Bel's lips moved down her neck.

“As a fertility god associated with the sun, I can offer you many things.” As if to prove a point, he brought her hand to his lap where his arousal had already started pressing against his clothes. “Fertility, a good crop, plenty of yield.” He caressed her stomach. “But since I have already gifted you children, I suppose I must be more creative.” Emma gasped as his hands wandered to her lap and began to tug up the hem of her knee length skirt.

“Bel, we're in the garden! The kids, anyone could show up here at any time.” She scolded.

“The kids are having their lessons now. And the staff have no reason to come out here, being otherwise occupied.” Bel swiftly lifted her, turning her so she faced him, straddling his lap. Slowly, lasciviously, he lowered his simple cotton pants below his manhood. Emma furtively looked around, but Bel's gentle fingers on her chin drew her face back to his. “Just concentrate on me, beloved.” Bel purred, pushing her skirt up around her waist. He wiggled his fingers into the side of her panties at the crotch, and she arched, gripping his shoulders. He ran his other hand under her shirt, and as his mouth began to nip and nibble at the exposed skin of her neck and throat, she wound her fingers in his hair. He untied the shirt laces at her chest, allowing him greater access to her breasts. He groaned.

“This pleases your god, you should be rewarded for going braless as well.” Bel proclaimed with a moan. Emma gasped a laugh as him mouth teased one breast, then the other.

“I don't do it for you, you know.” She giggled. Bel growled.

“Doesn't matter. You shall be rewarded.” Bel's teeth pinched at her and she squealed. His fingers between her thighs became more insistent as he moved her panties aside, pinching her clit and rubbing her until she was bucking and panting, and he was quite sure she was ready for him. He slid her forward on his lap, and entered her slowly, carefully. Emma arched and began to grind herself against Bel's lap. He swore, lifting her, then driving her closer to him.

“Emma, beloved.” Bel panted as Emma started to tremble, her release seconds away. She hummed, eyes closed, head tossed back. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” Bel asked quietly and Emma froze. The sudden zing of fear down her spine made her muscles tense and she climaxed hard and fast. Bel swore again, grunting as his hips jerked upwards and he lost control, following her release with his own. Emma bit her lower lip as Bel laid his forehead against her shoulder

“Just promise me, my beautiful goddess, my love, promise me... If you're in over your head, you'll let me know.” Bel said softly. Emma placed a hand on the back of his head, holding him to her. How much did her know? How much had her thoughts given away?

“I will, I promise.” Emma replied, running her fingers along Bel's scalp, playing with his hair.

------------------------------

Cern tensed. He knew the moment his goddess entered this plane. He had heard her call him earlier too. He wasn't strong enough to travel the planes yet, but he had ached to go to her, railing against his weakened Form that was keeping him in place. He knew the instant she stopped behind him too. He smelled her fresh spring scent. He was so in-tune with her he measured her every breath, every beat of her heart. He continued working like he was unaware she was there.

“Cern.” She called his name softly, and his whole body ached to respond yet again. He longed to turn, to rush to her, to take her in his arms. Instead, he turned slowly, as if he was unsure who the speaker was. But of course he knew. His gentle fertility goddess.

--------------------------

Emma watched as the stag turned to face her. He looked delighted to see her and then took a sudden deep breath, and his face turned to a frown. He paced towards her, nostrils flaring.

“Who has touched you?” He bellowed. His skin tried to take on the stag's fur, failed. “Who?” He asked, clutching her arms. He sniffed more closely at her and growled. “Was it the sun god?” Emma's skin greyed out, nails lengthening, teeth sharpening.

“I suggest you take a step back.” She snapped as the wings burst from her back, ripping her shirt. She took a deep, steadying breath, holding her hand in the air between them, palm out.

“Back up so I don't hurt you. I have no control over this Form, yet.” Emma snarled. Cern's eyes went wide, but instead of releasing her, he clutched her to his chest.

“You would never hurt me. Or anyone.” He whispered, cradling her head against his heart. She could hear the strong, frantic beat of it, and as it steadied, it calmed her, her Demon Form slowly fading away again.

“Your anger-affects me.” Emma murmured, letting the stag hold and comfort her. “I don't know how to handle your moods. They are volatile, wild, unpredictable. The Demon Form, it responds to that, Feeds off it in a way, but it's always ready for a fight.” Emma groaned as she realized that Bel's Demon was an Incubus. Does that mean her would be an exact opposite to assuage the balance? Or would she be a Succubus?

“I'm sorry, I don't know what it is about you. I get possessive and ridiculous and can't seem to keep my temper in check.” The stag murmured into her hair. Emma suddenly became aware she may be giving Cern the wrong impression, because his arousal was stirring against her hip. She pushed away from him.

--------------------

Lucian was helping Sol with a difficult word when he felt the change coming, rumbling up from inside him like a wave of sickness. He scrambled from the room and out into the gardens, the children yelling after him, confused and scared. He wasn't sure where Master Bel was, and he knew Emma was on another plane, so he raced as far from the house as he could while his flesh betrayed him, morphing into the monstrosity attached to Emma's Demon Form.

A Hell Hound, Bel had called it. He howled his pain, frustration and fear to the skies. Could he even be trusted around his family anymore?

----------------------

Emma had paced away from the stables and Cern. Somehow, she ended up back in the clover field. What bothered her most about the interaction was her own reactions to the stag. Yes, she'd reacted to his anger, but beyond that, when she'd felt his arousal against her she...

Emma screeched.

 “Do I affect you so much, my goddess?” A gentle voice asked and she turned to see Cern behind her. She had never heard him speak with such softness. No, it was more than that. As she met his gaze she recognized the look in his eyes. She'd seen it reflected in her own, in Bel's, In Luci's. He didn't just desire her, he was in love with her. Deeply and madly.