Malice Maze

Chapter 15
Nanaia and the Stream

Nanaia laid back in the stream swiftly, another convulsion of her earlier orgasm taking over her body until she cried out in joy. She slipped further into that stream until she was soaked through her shift, her body remembering the feel of so many of the devils pressing into her. The more she remembered the more she hated herself but the feeling would not go away. She could sit for so long, pretend it did not happen, but even a slight memory of the feel of one of them, just the thought of a hand running against her body, and she was feeling an orgasm all over again. She fought hard against it, only making the orgasm that much more painful, and this time she had finally given in and let it ride her. She did not try to think of God and his divine protection, or of Tiffani and her disapproving eyes, she thought only of being fucked, her body trapped until the many claws and figures. Nanaia’s hands roamed her body involuntarily, feeling herself where the memory of hands were, slipping her own finger into herself when she wanted to be entered.

The passage of time became vague as each wave rode her. At first she had done so well, thinking of Melody looking for passages, waiting for Melody to return, not allowing her mind to go to anything but the princess. Nanaia thought hard about Melody as she drank water, as she washed it slightly over her body. Her thoughts focused on Melody’s face, on Melody’s words, on Melody pushing her away and telling her she would be back for her.
Nanaia’s best guess was that that had been hours ago and Melody had somehow been caught in one of the doors and unable to come back for Nanaia. Nanaia only knew that it had not taken long for memory to consume her. She had looked at the dripping water over her breasts and thought of the tongues that wagged against her skin, something she had barely thought much of while trapped under them. She had been too busy being horrified by the devils to realize how good they had felt, how many wonderful things they had done to her body. Her back bowed with memory and she had her first orgasm from pure memory alone.

Hours later she ached and was sitting in a pool of cool water, keeping clean as her body did dirty things. She sat up, rubbing her shoulders that ached from scraping against rock, and wondered what was wrong with her. How could she be so eager to enjoy that touch once again? She was a woman of God, even if it had not been her original choice.

She remembered the day very well that her parents had thrown her at the temple. It was not for the reasons she told everyone, or the reasons she had convinced herself of. Sure, they needed the money and one less mouth to feed, sure her brothers would be more integral to the business, but the real reason they had brought her to the temple was to get rid of her because of the position they had found her in. At a very young age, an age too young to reveal, her father had caught her with her mouth around their neighbor’s dick, sucking it hard and long and licking precum off of the tip. She had long since forgotten that memory and yet tonight, today, it seemed riveted on her brain.

Her father had yanked her all of the way home, throwing many curses at the neighbor. He had thrown her at her mother and yelled and screamed and none of it had seemed coherent, but her mother caught on. Oh yes, her mother knew what she had done. Nanaia was ripped up by her hair and taken to the neighbors where the family confronted the wife, asking them if they understood what her husband was doing with their daughter. Yet, the parents blamed the daughter, all four adults thought the daughter was a curse.

Nanaia had been thrown to the ground, she remembered looking out through her dark strands of hair as someone came up and offered help, offered some sort of protection of Nanaia’s body. Nanaia stopped her reverie. Her hair should not have been so dark. It should have been bright. Was her hair not always the perfect scarlet color it was now?

Nanaia stood, her mind distracted from her earlier pleasure and now reminded of something different. That person, the man who had stood before them and offered help… he had a little girl with him, the same age as Nanaia. Was she not the one with the beautiful scarlet hair and the violet eyes? They were nearly identical in facial features and body type except that this little girl had scarlet hair and violet eyes and Nanaia… Nanaia had auburn hair and sapphire eyes. No, that was not possible. Her memory had to be skewered.

A quick glimpse of the devils once more in her mind had her falling to her knees and spreading her legs out. Why was the memory of them inside of her so real? She could feel a devil between her legs, spreading her pussy, filling her, even though he was not there. She felt him sliding in and out of her and pounding her with hurried thrusts, as if another one would pull him off at any moment. The phantom devil took his pleasure in her and even when he came she could feel it spurting inside of her, her head bowing back and her lips crying out as it disappeared and she was left alone again.

Nanaia tried to stand once more, her body shaking and her mind wavering. She would not think. She would move blindly ahead and keep her mind as blank as possible.

It worked until she turned the wrong corner and came upon a door. With a trembling hand she reached forward and opened it, falling through the door and into a golden room full of white fluffy pillows. She fell forward, her shift turned into a gown of white, and landed softly on one of the pillows. She sat up quickly and looked about into the shining room, golden and white, the light blue sky surrounding it in windows that were there, and yet weren’t. Nanaia could not see where the room ended and the outside world of sky began, the only thing she saw in this room for certain was the Adonis before her. A golden man of golden curls that hung loose at his shoulders dressed in a white toga that did nothing to hide the bulging muscles that were large for most taste, but not too large to make him look like an overdosed bodybuilder. He was perfectly tan, perfectly golden, perfectly sky-like eyes. He was perfect and Nanaia muttered the only thing that came to mind as she looked upon him. “Zeus,” the name of her God.