Calypso's lips were the softest thing I'd ever felt. It seemed illegal for anything so delicate to exist, like I was kissing clouds instead of a real girl.
But I was kissing a girl — a drop dead gorgeous one I'd harbored a crush on for years — and as our lips stayed glued together she reclined back onto her bed, pulling me along with a grip on my collar.
As soon as I was above her, her hands shifted to wrap around the back of my neck. My own hands were pressed on the bed to support my weight, golden threads mixed into my fingers as Calypso's hair fanned out across the blankets. My tongue entered her mouth, and hers greeted it with equal enthusiasm. As immortals, we weren't held back by little things like needing to breathe. We could focus entirely on each other and tune out everything else.
She grasped my back. Her fingers dug ridges into my shirt as they slid across me. More and more I became conscious of her body. Our stomachs were pressed together. The large breasts I'd admired secretly so many times before were mashed flat against my chest.
When I felt Calypso's hands push me up I thought the moment was done, and I was fine with that. Even though I could've kissed her forever, that had already been more than I expected.
But it was less than what I got.
As soon as I raised myself onto my knees Calypso was grasping the hem of my shirt. She dragged it up, and I was so surprised I just went with it. Tossing away the simple borrowed t-shirt I'd been wearing, Calypso studied my bare chest.
I felt self-conscious enough that I almost covered myself with my arms. It wasn't that I was embarrassed about my physique. In fact, since waking up from my power nap, my body had matured. Slight muscles became a truly impressive build, with a six-pack straight out of magazines and generous biceps and lats.
No, the reason I almost flinched from embarrassment was the sheer intensity of Calypso's eyes as they raked what was on display.
She sat there, admiring me at first but after a while seemingly just waiting, while I pushed down the rush of useless insecurities. After a moment, I realized she really was waiting. But for what?
We looked at each other, neither of us moving. Finally Calypso's eyes widened.
"You don't know what to do!" she realized.
Her voice was surprised, not accusatory, but I still flinched.
"I mean, I wouldn't put it like that," I said. "But, well, yeah…"
There was another pause, just long enough for me to worry I'd messed.
Calypso's lips found mine again. She pulled me closer as she kissed me, and this time it was her tongue that went on the attack. It was a long time before she pulled back.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I forgot for a moment, but you're so young, aren't you? Do not worry. I will show you how to make me yours."
Her fingers laced in between mine. She guided my hands, slowly, to the straps on her dress. I hooked my fingers under and lifted them off of her shoulders. Her dress fell away, pooling around her waist.
Calypso's bust was large enough to make an underwear model jealous, bound up in a simple white bra. I reached for it reflexively, my hands sliding down from her shoulders, but she stopped me.
"Not from above," she said. "It's far easier from below."
So I moved my hands to her stomach and slid them up, instead. They slid easily under the fabric.
It was the first time I touched a woman's boobs, and the sensation didn't disappoint. They were like the rest of her skin, except even softer. Each was the perfect size for my hands to sink in, and just the right shape to fill my palms completely. I rubbed my thumb against her nipples. She shuddered.
"Let them breathe," she suggested.
That sounded like a fantastic idea to me. My hands reached around to her back. It took a few minutes of fumbling for me to properly undo the strap, but Calypso made that feel short by reigniting our kiss. Finally the bra came loose. When I laid eyes on the breast I'd been caressing, the pink nipples were stiff, protruding sharply in a way that excited me more than I thought possible. I might've buried my face in those mounds right then if Calypso didn't bend forward.
The move obscured her chest from my sight, but it did give me a view almost as good. There was something erotic about staring at her lithe exposed back. It promised so much without showing anything, building up anticipation inside of me. Her shoulder blades rose and fell as her hands worked at my belt. Sliding the strip of leather free, she attacked the button of my pants next, and then, with nothing holding them up, those pants slid down to my knees, leaving just my boxes.
They didn't last more than a second. Calypso pushed them down to join my pants.
My cock bobbed free in her face, and she didn't hesitate. Her mouth immediately wrapped around me. My brain didn't even have time to fully catch up with what was happening.
It was fast. The whole thing was fast. Part of me felt like I should be backing off, taking things more slowly, and above all not jumping straight into sex when Calypso had been distraught just minutes earlier. This was wrong.
But it fit right in, because everything in this shell-shocked world was wrong. What did it hurt to just go with the flow for once?
Those unbelievably soft lips slid vertically along my shaft. Calypso didn't go deeper than halfway, but she didn't have to. Her tongue worked geometric shapes against my sensitive skin. In the moments that she really bobbed vigorously, her breasts bounced and jiggled. One of my hands drifted down to grope them, while another found its way to the back of Calypso's head. I could've been imagining things, but I thought I saw the corner of her lips turn up in a smile even as my cock stretched them open wide.
I can't really describe the feeling of the blowjob properly. I can say Calypso's mouth felt warm, soft, moist, etc. but I can't really express how good those things felt. What I can express is the feeling that nestled in my chest as she worked.
It started slightly off-center, right above my heart. Brief bits of scalding heat burbled inside of me. Each one sputtered quickly, but the sensation was pleasant, not painful. Even though I didn't understand what it was I still wanted to feel it more. I wanted to make the feeling stronger.
Another part of my body was heating up too. This one, at least, I was used to. Warmth gathered around the base of my cock. I was going to cum soon. Check off another one on the list of 'firsts' as a god, I suppose.
Calypso pulled her mouth off of my swollen lower head with a moist pop! She spun her tongue around my circumference, giving it a hearty lick, and I hit my limit.
Eyes squeezing shut as pure pleasure wracked my body, I fired load after load — three years worth of backed-up spunk — all across her gorgeous face and hair.
Calypso shut her eyes to protect them as over the course of a few seconds she ended up more glazed than a cream donut.
"Sorry!" I said, twisting to look for anything I could use to wipe her clean. "I really didn't mean to—"
Calypso stopped me by pressing a finger to my lips. Her tongue darted out, sliding across her mouth and the surrounding skin, licking the whole area clean.
"You have nothing to apologize for," she said. "Do you have any idea how many nights I went to sleep fantasizing about being covered in your seed like this?"
She took the way I gulped as an answer. Which was good, because I wasn't managing a proper one.
"It has been a very long four years," she said. "Let us make it worth it."
Four years, not three. With a start, I realized she was counting a different span of time than I was thinking of. For her it started before I fell asleep, all the way back to the moment I first left Ogygia — and her — behind.
I owed her so much, and yet the longer I spent with her, I only ever felt like I ended up owing her more.
I pushed her back against the bed, gently, and Calypso went with the movement with a growing smile. My fingers grasped her panties, pulling them slowly down past her ankles. She raised her legs at exactly the right angle to make it the easiest job I could ask for. For a moment I stared at her pussy, taking in the yellow muff and smooth skin. Then I leaned forward and pushed my cock against it.
With my weight above Calypso I was able to enter her easily. My cock slid deep inside with no resistance, the entire pathway slick and smooth. I braced myself on the bed and began to move. The position let me capture Calypso's eyes, and neither of us were willing to break eye contact even as both our faces contorted with pleasure.
She was so warm. Inside, outside, demeanor… everything about her was as welcoming as a fire in a family's hearth. That comparison would've made her sad, considering a family was the exact thing the gods had robbed her of, but I thought that just made her more beautiful. No matter how barren her life got, it simply couldn't extinguish the natural warmth in her heart.
Speaking of warmth, the sparks were back in my chest. I felt them worming through me, lingering longer than the ones earlier. More than that, they each outlasted than one before them. Soon, their heat had become a permanent crackling feature in the core of my being.
The soft rhythmic beats of my flesh against Calypso's lapped at the room the way a bay laps at the beach. There was a soft hum buzzing through the room that I couldn't explain. All I truly knew was that I was me, she was Calypso, and this was what we desired. Those were the only things that mattered.
Something rushed against my member and Calypso gasped. Despite it being my first time, I knew instantly that it was an orgasm. A deep part of my brain informed me as much with absolute certainty. The humming grew louder. I fought the urge to speed up, instead keeping my strokes to a consistent tempo.
Calypso's hands grasped at my back the way we had while kissing, except now they moved with extra urgency. Her fingers clutched down as if trying to crush me. I felt her nails cutting thin red lines into my back, and I didn't care. That was a minuscule price to pay for an experience as great as this.
The sparks had become a raging fire. My chest burned with something deep, powerful, and hungry. Calypso's body began to flicker. The blanket underneath us singed and started to smoke. Calypso's legs wrapped around my waist, pushing my thrusts even deeper inside.
That odd, unplaceable humming exploded into a thrum as loud as any base system.
I didn't notice. I gave in to my urges and finally sped up my thrusts. Every part of Calypso grasped me tightly— her arms, her legs, her pussy. I couldn't get away if I tried. She wouldn't let me. That was fine, because escape was the last thing I wanted. My balls shrunk and tightened. Warmth collected in my cock again.
"I'm cumming!" I shouted.
Calypso's only answer was a wild, unquellable howl that tore free from her throat.
She came again just as I pumped her full of a load just as gargantuan as my first one.
The room exploded.
So many things burbled over at once that it's difficult to even summarize all of them. The thrumming hum transformed into a bang as the other bed, all the desks, and even the plants leftover from my godhood lesson were all blasted away against the walls. The bed we were fucking on top of collapsed, it's legs giving out.
But we didn't fall.
The flickers surrounding Calypso exploded into raw light. Her skin turned the same shade of gold as her hair, her eyes taking on a deeper hue. Her perfect hips curved in even further, her legs lengthening by a couple inches to match, while her breasts grew in size. By the time the transformation ended she had to be at least seven feet tall, with trails of pure energy for hair and a body that took the peaks of femininity to a superhuman extreme.
This was her true form, and if I'd still been normal, just looking upon it would've turned me to dust. Seeing it now, I thought that sounded like a fair trade.
Despite how much she'd grown, I was still bigger. It took me a long time to understand why that was. The raw heat from my chest had encompassed my entire body, leaving me just as changed as she was.
My skin still looked roughly human, except cracks and fissures ran across my limbs and torso. Bright colors glowed out of these gaps in my flesh. I spotted a green the same shade as my eyes, blues as dark as the deep ocean, and reds brighter than blood. My muscles were slightly bigger than before, and yet they felt hundreds of times stronger. My frame had grown in height. Where Calypso had passed the seven foot mark, I'd soared past eight.
The two of us were still locked together. My penis was still buried in her, and I could feel it had grown in proportion to our new bodies. The fact that we were hovering five feet off the floor didn't seem to affect us. We were able to float naturally as if still splayed across a solid object.
That was impossible, which didn't matter at all. Because we were gods. What was 'gravity' or 'physics' to get in the way of our lovemaking? We'd just do it anyway, however we liked.
I'd done it. I activated my true form, the thing I'd been chasing for over a week, and to tell the truth, I hardly paid it any attention at all.
I wasn't yet done with the woman underneath me. Until I'd had my fill, the rest of the world could go and wait.
I got the feeling Calypso was thinking along similar lines. She hadn't spared my transformation any reaction aside from a shudder as my cock grew to a supernatural size inside of her. I gave her the absolute strongest thrust I could manage.
The furniture that had been blown back at our transformation slammed against the walls again, and then did so a third time the next time I thrusted. Each clap of our bodies against each other came with a flash brighter than a stun grenade, and a shockwave strong enough to turn solid wood into mulch.
My kaleidoscope arms constricted around Calypso, dragging up her chest. Her breasts had swelled to the size of beach balls, but on her new frame they looked appropriate-sized instead of like caricatures. My head jerked down as I took them in my mouth.
Her skin had become impossibly tough, which I couldn't be happier about. It let me sink my teeth in without worrying about holding back. The first time my teeth closed, they did so so ferociously that every window in the room shattered under the resultant blast.
Calypso's body was arched, her legs and head hanging closer to the floor than her middle, still wrapped in my bear hug with my teeth using her breasts at their leisure. Her hair floated up toward the ceiling in a mockery of gravity while her solid-gold eyes rolled back in her head. She was moaning, but the warbling cries only sounded like a facsimile of a human woman.
The longer I fucked her, the more my cock grew. It was like an erection that wouldn't end. It forcibly reshaped her insides, shoving her cervix back until even Calypso's immortal body couldn't accommodate it any further. She was as full as physically possible. Her nails dug deeply into my back deeply enough to leave slices again, this time managing it even on my godly form. The cuts that formed quickly turned gold, not red.
Abruptly, I pulled us up. I can't explain why, just that it felt right. Our heads turned toward the ceiling. We came face to face, and I couldn't help but notice that even in this form the cum I covered her with was still present.
I sped up, and at the same time my hands dipped from her back to her ass, lifting her. My arms physically moved her body. Every time I thrusted upward I drove her down into it, and when I pulled back I raised her up to do it all over again. The furniture around us had long been reduced to flecks of wood and plastic. The whiteboard was nothing but grains of white sand on the floor. Fissures spread in the walls, matching the cracks I left a week ago with my frustrated punch.
Of course, I didn't notice any of this in the moment. I would've been crazy to, with Calypso so close. Our eyes met. A moment later, our lips followed suit.
Pure warmth was flowing into me at a rate I couldn't begin to understand. Some of it was coming from Calypso, but the rest was coming from somewhere else. Somewhere inside me. When I first transformed my muscles felt hundreds of times stronger. Now, it was creeping up on thousands. The fissures in the walls lengthened and deepened.
The beat of our bodies against each other must've been traveling for miles out through the shattered windows. Yet, for the two of us, the world was tiny. I forgot all about the Masters. I forgot about Rio, about Calypso's uncle, all of them.
The walls burst open. The ceiling collapsed, but none of the debris touched us. Cascades of rubble and dust streamed everywhere except a ten-foot radius around the two of us. Even the floor gave way. We were alone, floating in midair, while two stories worth of human architecture disintegrated under the sheer pressure of our lovemaking.
That was the final straw.
I mashed Calypso firmly into my lap, grinding her hips to mine. Pure heat fired up the length of my cock. Calypso's eyes widened.
"Fill me!" she moaned into my mouth.
And I did.
A stream of distilled passion pumped out of me. It flooded her body, utterly filling her stretched-out inner walls. When traces leaked out around the base of my cock, they were white like regular cum but with a golden tinge.
We fell toward the rubble beneath us at a quick, controlled descent. Our lips never left each others' the entire time. And somehow, when we landed, the mattress we started out on had risen to the top of the pile.
Calypso touched down first, with me on top of her. New forms aside, were were in almost exactly the same position we started in.
And like that, with me laying on top of her and our kiss still ignited, we drifted off into a trance-like, our eyes closing slowly.
We were so distracted that neither of us heard the rumbling in the distance, or spotted what was blowing ever-closer from North of town—
Tumbleweeds.