Malice Maze

Chapter 20
Nanaia’s God

“Nanaia, it is so good to see you.” The golden rays could only enhance the beautiful sound of the voice floating over to her. Nanaia stared at Zeus like he was the manifestation of a dream come true, and honestly, was he not? She had dreamed of the day when she would come face to face with the man she prayed to ever since she had come to the temple and Tiffani had forced her to believe in herself, and in the god before her. Nanaia’s whole heart swelled with love and peace. This was the man, the only man, the greatest man.

“Zeus,” Nanaia said hoarsely, her voice nowhere to be found in her throat. The whispered breath held no hint of who she was, just the whispery confessions of many maidens looking for redemption in the eyes of God, and today she needed to be redeemed.

“Nanaia,” he smiled. He reached his hand out to her, extended it for her to grasp, and instead she remained on her knees looking up at his great figure in complete and utter awe. “I forgive you,” he told her.

Nanaia’s heart was suddenly at peace, her whole body shivering with happiness from that very statement. She had not realized she had feared never receiving his forgiveness until he had told her she was forgiven. This, this was the feeling she had been missing on earth. She had longed for the feeling of Zeus’s love and here, in his glow, she felt nothing but his love.

“I have wanted this all my life,” Nanaia whispered, and it was half a lie since she could not remember much of her life before the temple and what she had begun to remember in the corridors of the maze was disappearing in the glow of the heavens. What was left behind in Malice Maze was not important, all that was important now was what lay ahead of her.

“What do you believe ‘this’ is?” Zeus asked, a smug smile on the face that seemed distorted in all of the golden light. She could see he was handsome, she could see he was great, and yet everything seemed a little too bright, blinding her eyes from it all.

“I’m saved,” she whispered in that voice of earlier prayer of the millions she spoke for in the temples. “Save me from my sins, from the world around me. Oh, Zeus, save me.”
Zeus fell to his knees in front of her and reached out and brushed his fingers along her scarlet hair. Nanaia’s eyes went to the strands he touched, the ones seemingly pulling the very redness from them and leaving a darker color, murkier, behind. She felt he was stealing her light and she would allow it.

“What are you willing to do to redeem yourself,” Zeus asked of her. His hands kept moving over her, stealing her light. Her scarlet hair darkened and became a murkier shade of brown before going to a brilliant auburn. Her violet eyes changed gradually into a shimmering sapphire, and her pouting lips thinned out ever so slightly, and still Nanaia did not care what he did to her.

“I will do anything you ask of me great Lord.” Her body was already thrown into overdrive. Being in the presence of so much power had her body responding in the same way she had responded to the devils, though the devils had long since been forgotten. All she knew was this light, this feel, and she wanted more.

“Anything?” he asked doubtfully. His hands reached out running up her body, reaching under her shift and pushing it up her body until it was wrapped about her neck, revealing her nude figure beneath. His eyes were positively glowing with the need to take her, staring at her body harshly and wanting to throw her down to the clouds and make her his. He reached a hand out and cupped her breast tightly and she arched into it, giving him what he asked for.

“Nanaia,” Zeus moaned, gripping her breasts tight and laying her back on clouds and sunshine, “you were chosen, do you know that?”

“That is what Tiffani taught me,” Nanaia whispered, laying back for him and allowing him to gaze down at her.

“Forget what you were taught,” Zeus explained. His fingers trailed over her naked flesh, touching her erogenous zones and gently just gliding fingers across her to make her melt for him. “Forget everything you learned from the priestesses, I am going to teach you something different. I am going to show you what you were truly chosen for.”

“Please,” she practically begged of her golden and blonde and sunlight god. She urged him with tiny whimpers to do as he would of her.

“Whatever you say,” he said in a husky voice that had her shuddering. She spread her legs willingly for him, opening herself to him as he moved in-between, searching with a hard penis for her opening. He slid in easily, despite his size, and she arched further for him, begging for more. He slid in and out of her with such ease that all she felt was the pleasure of her body being rubbed against. Her hands gripped clouds and tightened onto something though clouds were almost like nothing. She was in a dream world that could hardly contain her and she loved it.

As before her dream world was shattered, this time abruptly. One minute she was surrounded by golden light and a loving god, the next moment she was amongst brimstone and fire, a devil above her, pounding into her not with ease but with force. Her pleasurable feeling nearly died with the reality of it all and she screamed out in frustration as he trapped her hands down to the brimstone and continued to move in and out of her hard.

“You are chosen,” the devil laughed, “you just do not seem to understand what it was you were chosen for!” Several leathery devils flew down to them, circling them as the devil continued to pound in and out of her and she screamed out in misery at having been tricked a second time.

“You are not God’s Chosen,” one of the other devils chattered. “Look at yourself, you are nothing but a farm girl.”

“Oh, but she was chosen!” one of the other devils argued, “It just was not by God. She was chosen by our master, our stronghold, our keeper.”

Nanaia shuddered under the devil above her, the whole while he was moving in and out of her with desire and force of will. He was enjoying every moment with her and though she hated having been tricked again was this not the feel she had been reminiscing in the corridors of the maze? Had she not relived every orgasm and enjoyed it as her back bowed to the pleasure. She was filled and she had not lost that light feeling, only gained sensations of pleasure she had not felt before. She cried out with absolute pleasure and joy and came over the devil, ignoring the conversation of the devils.

“You, Nanaia, were chosen to take the place of the true Chosen,” another devil hissed, watching the devil above her remove himself from Nanaia’s body and leave her lying on the brimstone. “Ilona was the true Chosen, and you two do not even know why!”

The devils laughed, dispersing and leaving Nanaia alone as her door appeared to let her through. Now she shivered and shook once more for she knew on the other side would be her final answers. She had always suspected she was not the chosen, after all, she was too inconvenienced with becoming a priestess. She had been dragged kicking and screaming from home… She had been…

Her head ached trying to think of it and she did the only thing she could. She stood and left the brimstone and fires of the devil’s world and entered the corridors, looking for the truth and wondering about her place in the world.