Written Wonderland

“Are the horns new?”

Evan raised his eyebrow as he watched the goddess lay out candles and trinkets on the desk. He’d never seen her with horns before, though of course he knew that shapeshifting was in her purview. Still, he’d also heard murmurs of someone else who had horns like that, and who could share the goddess’ body. A part of him wondered if the goddess wasn’t alone tonight, and what implications that might have.

The goddess made a dismissive reply; she was busy setting up, and not particularly inclined to converse. Evan made note of her mood. He’d heard from a mutual acquaintance that she might be grumpy tonight, but he didn’t get much more context than that. Though, he had gotten the hint to have his impact play implements available. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. Seemed likely he’d be able to rile up some face-slaps tonight, which he frankly always enjoyed. He suspected she would too, else he doubted she’d have wanted to see him, really. They’d already well and fully established that he was a goddamn brat, and she loved it.

Growing restless, Evan moved up off the bed and walked towards the goddess, sliding his hands around her hips over the wrap skirt that she wore. She chided him not to touch her - that she was still setting up. Evan smirked and persisted, opening his jaw to nip at her back. She stopped what she was doing to turn and throw Evan back onto the bed. He smiled in amusement. She rolled her eyes in return, and set back to what she was doing. Not even a smirk - she really was in a mood. Heh.

Finally, the goddess started some music playing, and came to join Evan on the bed. They engaged in a by now familiar dance, of setting nails into skin and grabbing at hair and wrestling for a position of power. Frequently a part of the dance was kissing, though, which Evan noticed the goddess very purposefully withholding tonight. Hm. She’d gotten upset, when he’d withheld kissing from the game about a month prior. Shit, was she mad at him for something? Even if she was, though… at this point, the game was begun, and he was resolved to see it through. No fun backing out at the first sign of a little tribulation.

In any case, she was clearly intent on coming out on top. She placed bands around both of their wrists, which Evan knew well by now would shock both of them when plucked, which was certainly a dynamic they played with, mostly to Evan’s detriment as per usual. /He/ wasn’t a goddess of storms, after all. On top of that, she wrestled more aggressively than usual, bit down harder, dug nails in further; spanked his ass and pushed inside him, all in ways that she knew he had trouble not giving into. Gods, he lived for being pinned down and fucked… but only after he’d legitimately fought and lost, which he wasn’t ready to say had happened yet. Not by a long shot.

She withdrew from the bed, though, and instructed Evan to take off his shirt. He tossed her a defiant smirk, and followed after her, hands grasping at her hair and her ass to try to pull her back in. The gods both grappled on their feet, nails running over backs and muscles straining for the upper hand, until finally the goddess managed to push Evan back on the bed again, and then followed after with a vengeance. She grasped a metal curtain rod in her hand, which she brought down hard on his ass, on his shoulders, on his thighs and his calves. Evan gasped and cried out in pain and surprise and at least a little bit pleasure. She didn’t usually play /this/ rough, and he had to say it was exhilarating. Though, also a bit terrifying. She might actually run up against his limits tonight. But, they were still a ways away from that, and like hell he was gonna throw in the towel early.

The goddess withdrew again, and instructed more emphatically for Evan to take off his shirt. Evan sat up a little breathlessly, calculating. He didn’t particularly want another flurry of curtain rod impacts, but he also was never one to simply comply. He sat himself up on his knees, flexing his core as he threw a smirk towards the goddess, his fingers raising his shirt just-so as he played at not following through. The goddess watched impatiently, her eyebrow just slightly quirked. Evan was a little unnerved, but chose to believe she was enjoying the show beneath her icy exterior. He /knew/ she loved ogling his body. Props to her for her goddamn poker face tonight, though.

Ultimately, he knew he was going to give in here, but wanted to maintain at least the illusion that it was on his own terms. He took his sweet time, but diligently watched the goddess’ face and body language to make sure he didn’t take /so/ long as to incur a new threat. When he finally slid the shirt off, he threw it directly at her face with a smirk. She caught it and rolled her eyes as she threw it on the ground, but Evan was pretty sure he caught a smirk on her lips too. Yeah, this was the game she wanted to be playing. Excellent. Evan held on to that hint of a smirk, using it to fan at his resolve. He was going to piss her off tonight, and she was going to love it.

His suspicion seemed confirmed when the goddess returned to the bed for more wrestling, her ferocity kicked up yet another notch. She slapped him across the face - definitely a good sign - and her bites were firm and sustained, disarming Evan as he couldn’t help but sink into them, just in time for her to move him or hit him or press her cock against his ass. She wouldn’t just fucking /fuck/ him, though. She was getting him riled, making sure he was hard, and eliciting groans and bucks as his body tried to entice her. He growled at her to fuck him already - even said ‘please’. He was officially starting to lose, and while part of him hated it, the rest of him was ready to do whatever the fuck it took to start working towards release already. Sexual frustration was not something he was particularly good at weathering, and she goddamn knew it.

Finally, he decided it was time to fight back in earnest. His dick was hard and throbbing, and if she wasn’t going to fuck him, he wanted inside of her. He managed to throw her off and pin her back against the bed, though she was stubbornly holding out with her knees against his hips, her legs shoving him away and leaving his dick out in the cold, desperate to get into her. They wrestled like that for quite a while, Evan hoping that eventually her legs would give out. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forced himself into her, and they’d both loved it before. Surely it’s what she secretly wanted to have happen here. Gods, Evan desperately hoped so.

Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case. She never fully gave in, and after some struggle she was able to throw him back off of her, and as soon as she got the opportunity, she brought that fucking curtain rod back down on him, again and again. That fucking thing had an impressive amount of sting, on top of the mass to get bruising going deep under his skin. Evan’s endurance for that thing was waning rapidly, especially as she kept striking the same place in rapid succession, leaving no fucking time to goddamn breath before moving on to the next place, and then the next. By the time she was done, patches of skin stung hotly against the air all over his body, and Evan was out of energy for anything other than catching his breath and hoping she wasn’t going to start another flurry just when he thought he was in the clear.

He supposed he was glad, then, when the next time the goddess touched him with anything, it was in fact not that curtain rod, but rather an ice cube dropped down the front of his underwear, settling right at the base of his dick. At first the sensation was thrilling, but he was none too pleased at the fact that the cube was then lodged in that place as the goddess shoved him down firmly against the bed again, and an icy ache started sinking into his skin and fucking with his erection. He shifted his hips as though he could get away from it, and bit down hard to stifle a fucking whimper about it. Ugh. The goddess pushed inside him, and actually did start to fuck him, but that goddamn ice cube sapped away at his arousal, distracting him and keeping him bucking his hips counterproductively away from her thrusts. He couldn’t get his goddamn brain off wanting it fucking gone already, no matter how good the goddess’ cock felt in his ass. He growled at her to take the ice out, to which she gave a dare-he-say delighted-sounding “no”. Ughhh. That was so fucking hot, and yet also frustrating beyond belief.

As soon as the goddess next withdrew, Evan glanced over his shoulder to confirm she was facing away, and then reached down into his underwear to pull the ice cube out. Another night he might’ve brazonly done so in plain sight, /hoping/ for fun retribution, but his body ached from that goddamn curtain rod she’d beat him with earlier, which still rested next to him on the bed. He wasn’t keen on incurring another beating just now, so he held the cube stubbornly in his fist, hoping to keep it out of sight and off of the goddess’ mind. It didn’t feel great in his fist, but it was a far cry better than at the base of his dick.

When the goddess returned to the bed he felt something sharp dragging over his back. Though he couldn’t see it, he was sure he recognized the implement - a ceremonial pyramid, the one with which she’d cut herself to bestow Evan’s godhood in the first place. Yes, this was much better. His nerves fired off alarm bells that something was trying to pierce his skin as the pyramid moved down his spine, across his lower back, over his ass cheeks. But, mercifully, that was a type of pain that Evan could sink into and relax beneath, the alarm bells sublimating into an almost meditative hum. Focusing on the sharp, threatening tip of that pyramid was much more pleasurable than focusing on the ice cube had been, and he was able to revel in it for a moment, his throat letting out a contented groan.

Then, something dripped onto his back, so hot that it felt like a huge fucking needle stabbing deep inside him. Evan threw his head back and cried out, his fist tightening around the ice cube he still prayed the goddess wouldn’t notice. Thankfully(?), she seemed plenty distracted with dripping little dots of searing wax over his back and watching him bear it. Each drip certainly elicited a response, though as Evan settled into the sensation he managed to grit his teeth through it a little more successfully. A part of him was scared - he hadn’t felt this sensation before; was it damaging this body in a way he’d get in trouble for letting happen? The pain wasn’t too intense to bear, though, and both his pride and something else - hard to articulate but absolutely present - urged him to keep going. He loved being able to withstand impressive amounts of pain, and aside from that… he still hadn’t totally figured out her mood tonight, but he had a feeling the goddess was trying to work something out. If withstanding this pain would help her… not that he was inclined to get particularly sappy at the moment, but he really /did/ want to be of use in that sense. Beneath all the games and the banter, he really did care about the bitch.

During a brief pause in the wax drips, the goddess told Evan she was going to use one of her magic stones. She said it’d let him experience what she was experiencing, and she pressed it firmly against his back - and then resumed dripping the searing hot wax. Evan’s mind nearly split, on the one hand his voice pushing exclamations of pain from his lungs when each droplet hit, but his mood floating upwards, a familiar sense of satisfaction and pleasure flooding through him as his own sounds touched his ears, and he reveled in what they meant. Oh yes, he knew this sort of Domspace well - it was hardly foreign to him - and he did fucking love feeling the goddess there.

It was over all too quickly, though, as she took the stone away and began hitting his body again - first her hands, with her fists, with a flogger, with the rod. The curse of the stone was it made the pain harder to bear, as his mind had been dragged upwards above it all, and had to take time to sink back beneath it. He cried out in agony, his flesh by now tender and his endurance running short. Expletives fell from his lips, as questions of whether to safeword started to form in his mind. Ultimately he opted not to, but holy /fuck/ he got close.

The goddess pushed inside of him, then, and held herself there, subtly shoving Evan further forward over the edge of the bed. His arms pushed precariously against the foot of the bedframe, trying to keep his head up and not just awkwardly flopped over the mattress. The goddess leaned forward to murmur in his ear that his commander was there with her inside her body, and that she knew about his dream.

Evan’s breath escaped him, and his eyes widened. It had been months since he thought about that dream, and he’d wanted to forget it. He hadn’t even wanted the goddess to know about it, /much less/ his commander. He’d gotten in a fight with her, in which she’d humiliated him, and his brain did what it does and fantasized about revenge, and made it fucking savage and sexual because of-fucking-course his fucked-up brain would. He was ashamed of the dream then, and he was ashamed of it now, and he was fucking furious that the goddess had divulged its details to the very last person in the world Evan would want to know about it.

But at the same time, the thought that his commander was behind at least some of the pain he was being caused was disarming as fuck. Coming from her… he deserved whatever she was going to dish out. He’d been out of line in the fight to begin with, and he had sure as fuck been out of line to imagine violating her in the ways that he did. He was fucking disgusting, and he deserved to have the shit kicked out of him. Fuck. Even if the goddess was lying and his commander wasn’t actually there… being reminded about that dream was enough to pin him down and settle shame and self-loathing deep in his gut.

Likewise, it was confusing as fuck when the goddess entered him again, her cock sliding ferociously in and out in a way he’d been craving all night. All the physical stimuli he needed were there - and no ice to detract from them this time - but some part of him couldn’t let himself cum if it was his commander fucking him. He didn’t want to feel like he was enjoying remembering the dream… even if part of him /was/... Ugh, it was a neat fucking trick to somehow shame Evan into not enjoying something physically fucking pleasurable, but goddamn, the goddess had done it. He had to admit he was impressed.

She slammed into him one last time, tensing and quivering just so. Evan’s cheeks burned hot with shame and embarrassment and frustration, envious of her orgasm but with little hope of experiencing his own anytime soon, and angry as shit about what she must have cum thinking about. Maybe… maybe he could jibe at her about the possibility that she’d cum thinking about his dream, like secretly /she/ had liked it… but he remembered the curtain rod beside him on the bed, and held his fucking tongue. Besides, he still wasn’t totally positive who was actually fucking him in that body, and such a jibe to the goddess rather than his commander wouldn’t even accomplish anything /other/ than giving her an excuse to go to town with the rod. No thanks.

After the goddess pulled out - eliciting an involuntary fucking frustrated moan - Evan could see flickering light of flames out of the corner of his eye, and he took in a deep breath, bracing for more searing-hot wax. The sharp sensation of burning hot needles stabbing into his skin came just as expected, but still difficult as fuck to weather. Evan cried out every damn time, not quite able to sink into a place of riding it out. After several drips the goddess went back to older droplets and started plucking them off. She set her nails over the re-exposed, irritated skin, which Evan seethed and grit his teeth through.

When his back was clear of wax again, the goddess sprayed a thick mist of cold water over it, settling a chill down into his bones. Though, that was nothing compared to the ice cube she brought out after, setting it firmly at the base of his spine and briskly dragging it up, and then down, again and again. It melted in short order, between the heat coming off Evan’s inflamed skin and the friction of the goddess’ motions. She got another ice cube to continue the motions, Evan shivering uncontrollably beneath her. Finally when that one melted, she slipped a third one into the back of Evan’s underwear, nestled between his ass-cheeks up against his tailbone. Evan groaned, already anticipating just how fucking uncomfortable that was going to get, fast.

About then he was half-expecting more voracious fucking, or maybe another flurry with the rod, but instead the goddess’ hands trailed over his skin, feeling the heat coming off it. Everywhere was so fucking sensitive at this point. He couldn’t help sinking into the places where her fingers lightly touched him, effortlessly drawing his attention along the surface of his skin to feel the heat, the irritation, the goosebumps, the raw tired excited energy that vibrated over his being. As her fingertips trailed over his ass and up his spine he shivered from head to toe, and thought he might have been able to cum just from her touches. Maybe if the goddamn ice cube hadn’t been in his underwear. He begged her to take it out, and again she said no. And god fucking damnit, that got him to let out a whimper.

Then, he heard the buzz of electricity start up. He shivered again, this time in anticipation. He’d certainly enjoy the wand more than he’d enjoyed a lot of other sensations tonight, though he also wasn’t particularly keen on necessarily drawing the goddess’ /attention/ to that fact. Even so, he couldn’t stifle contented groans as the gentle sharpness of the wand’s shock dragged over his skin, sending him to the same sort of bliss he could get to under a tattoo artist’s needle. It gave him a hot second to rest and recuperate, finally getting to spend some time experiencing straightforwardly enjoyable sensations. For better or for worse, it got his mind thinking about how fucking pliable he’d been, and how monstrously large his urge suddenly was to fight back. Yeah, he still remembered the rod beside him on the bed, but /fuck it/.

Evan managed to throw the goddess, and even get the wand from her hands. He dragged it over /her/ skin, relishing the heightened effect it always had on her. She might be a goddess of storms (among other things), but if anything that seemed to make her /more/ susceptible to this particular sort of lightning. Evan watched goosebumps raise on her skin, and the back of his neck bristled excitedly as he finally started to feel some semblance of power again.

She didn’t let him indulge in that for long, though. Eventually she reached for the rod, which Evan instinctively dropped the wand to grasp as well, to make good fucking sure she wasn’t about to strike him with it just then. She looked at him with amusement, pleased with this pretty fucking tangible evidence that he was legitimately afraid of the implement by this point. Evan narrowed his eyes at her, frustrated with the situation. She let go of the rod and wrestled him down onto his back before grabbing a crop that was in reach and striking his arms with it, forcing him to release the rod as well as his instincts shifted to make sure his face was defended. Even if his conscious mind knew that she wouldn’t strike somewhere /so/ vulnerable, his lizard-brain was on fucking fire.

He managed to grab the crop, and the two grinned with narrowed eyes at each other as they played a silent tug-of-war, until finally the implement broke. It had seen a lot of wear over the course of their relationship; that was bound to happen eventually. Hell, the flogger had already broken by this point - Evan hadn’t realized it, but she’d been using just the tails in her hands without the handle for much of the scene. The goddess tossed the crop aside and grabbed the curtain rod again, and a panicked string of “fuck fuck FUCK” spilled from Evan’s lips as she struck at his arms and his thighs, and finally managed to roll him over so she could beat on his tender, burning, bruising ass once again. Evan’s voice was growing hoarse from screaming through some of the shit she was doing to him, and rapid-succession hits with that stingy goddamn curtain rod were absolutely among the worst.

At last, the goddess finished with the rod and laid herself down next to Evan, pulling him onto his side back against her. The skin of her stomach against his sensitive back felt like literal fucking fire, but Evan was tired, and he sensed that the way the goddess held him, she was finally winding down. He breathed deeply, his mind bouncing back and forth between sensations in his body, while he tried to rise above them and pay attention to the goddess beside him.

“Did you get what you needed?”

He finally asked, pensively. That had been far rougher than they usually played, and while Evan would have endured it regardless, he still had the feeling it hadn’t come from nowhere, and now that they were pulling out of the game a bit, he wanted to see where she really was, and what was really happening.

The goddess was quiet for an unbearably long moment, before finally muttering,

“Apparently not.”

Evan’s heart sank. A little because some godforsaken part of him worried about his own worth, if even beating the shit out of him couldn’t help her with whatever she was chewing on, what good was he? But he knew that wasn’t helpful right now. Mostly, he ached to think of where she might be, and how frustrating it must be for whatever she was trying to accomplish tonight to have not worked.

“I only ask because… I know what it looks like to take anger out in a scene.”

True story, that. He’d been on the other end of this plenty of times. Not that he was exactly proud of how he’d handled them, necessarily. But that was also why he wanted to talk to her now. He knew that a shortcoming of his in previous relationships was a refusal to talk about pretty much /anything/. But he was fucking invested in this, and he wanted the goddess to feel able to talk to him.

She did finally open up some, though she spoke in broad strokes, mostly just acknowledging that, yeah, she was angry and trying to blow off some steam. Evan wanted to know more, but also wasn’t sure he should pry for too much. For once, it seemed like she wasn’t actually angry at him - or at least, there was enough else going on that it mostly wasn’t his business.

In any case, at some point she grew tired of talking; Evan could tell because her hands were starting to run once again over his body, reminding him how fucking sensitive he still was, and threatening to dip his mind back down into sensations. She stroked at his throbbing cock, but then reached past it to the clit underneath, and the sopping wet cunt below that. /Fuck/. Those parts didn’t belong to Evan, and he knew full well that a different person in this body had final say over experiencing orgasm that way. The goddess knew that damn well too, and very purposefully pushed her fingers inside him, pulling his ache from the cock he mostly had control over into the cunt that he didn’t. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--

“Tell her she can let me cum-!”

Evan grunted out, trying to sound demanding, but desperation definitely rang through loud and clear in his voice. The person who controlled the cunt’s orgasms was submissive to someone else in the goddess’ body, and Evan knew he wasn’t going to get release without some goddamn permission. Ughhhhh.

“What will you do for me?”

The goddess cooed back, and Evan groaned in frustration as his mind went over what he could offer.

“It know it feels fucking good for you when I cum.”

The goddess laughed.

“Nice try.”

He still fucking knew that was true - there had been times she couldn’t follow through on orgasm denial because she just plain liked him cumming too much - but clearly her mood tonight was just too sadistic for that. Evan groaned again, his body starting to shake uncontrollably under the goddess’ touch. A thought came to mind that he hated, and he wrestled with whether it would even be worth it if she did accept. The cunt that she teased fucking /ached/ though, and the desperation was clawing its way up through his body. He needed this to stop. He needed release. Gods, yes, fucking anything was worth it.

“You can hit me with the rod again.”

He finally groaned, his voice cracking at the end as he almost immediately regretted saying it. The goddess laughed softly, sinisterly, and kept fingering his cunt without saying anything. Evan groaned out a frustrated “Fuuuuuuuck”, desperate and with only one more idea what to do.

“/Please/.”

The goddess hummed pleasantly in response to that, and moved closer next to his ear.

“Emi,” she said smoothly, addressing the cunt’s steward, “Let Evan cum.”

Almost instantly, the cunt’s muscles clenched around the goddess’ fingers, and sweet fucking release washed over Evan’s body in wave after glorious wave. It might’ve been full multiple minutes he stayed like that, hips arched up off the bed as his muscles pushed pleasure all through his being, his throat gasping for air as his eyes rolled back in his head. Fuuuuuuck, this was good. In that place - that experience - every last thing from that night had been more than worth it for this.

As the final wave broke over him and his muscles started relaxing, though, he pretty quickly developed a different view of the situation. His gut sank at the thought of the cost that had come at, and he couldn’t quite stifle a whimper. He was so fucking sensitive and so fucking tired, and he really, /really/ didn’t want to go through another beating. But a deal was a deal, and the goddess was starting to reach for the rod. Evan let another string of “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” fall from his lips as he begrudgingly moved into place and started to brace himself, already wondering why the fuck he’d agreed to this torture.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK” he cried out as the goddess began hitting his ass once again, not going fucking easy at all as she continued striking tender spots in rapid succession with firm fucking swings. Tears stung at his eyes as the question of whether to safeword meandered through his mind again, but he dismissed it pretty readily. As much as this really, really fucking sucked, it was part of a game that he genuinely wanted to play.

“Was it worth it?”

The goddess asked him as she let up on her swings, and Evan nearly sobbed in exasperation,

“I don’t fucking know!”

“Ohhhhhh?” the goddess mocked him and hit him again, “I’d say this is going pretty fucking easy, considering how good that orgasm was.”

She resumed her firm rapid swings, and Evan screamed through the sensations, his endurance by now well fucking gone.

Finally, the goddess tossed the rod aside and left Evan there for the night, shaking and barely holding back crying. They both knew he fucking loved it, and that the goddess would be looking forward to his inevitable revenge soon enough.