PRIVILEGE OF BEING A GODDESS'S CHILD: I WANT A HAREM OF GODS
Chapter One: Keala
Like any other day, Keala was sitting on the pavement behind the alley of her street, drinking pineapple juice. She had scraped up the money from her stepmother's bag. She definitely didn't steal it. She just took what rightfully belonged to her, secretly. She did not steal it.
Her legs swung back and forth as she waited for her friends to come. The friends that her father and the street elders, said were bad companies. To Keala, those same bad companies were the only thing close to family to her. Although, There was no denying they were delinquents. And Mama would have been disappointed to see her with them.
But Mama was no more. Not dead. Just gone.
One morning, she entered the kitchen and was never seen again. As if she vanished into thin air.
"Keala!" came Mathew's voice. He had somehow come close while she was lost in thought.
"Sup, Matt!" Keala responded, looking at the thin-looking handsome youngster. A new member of the group, though no one else knew yet. The only person her father allowed her to be friends with.
Why?
Because he looked smart. And according to her father, Keala needed someone smart to handle her.
"Cool," came his shy voice. "I've been calling your name, but you seem to be in la-la land. Problem at home?"
"No, home's cool," she replied, throwing the empty can of juice straight into the makeshift wastebasket at the far end of the alley. She jumped down from the pavement, landing a few inches from him.
"Was just thinking about when you're finally going to do to me what you've been fantasizing about for so long, little Matt," she said with a teasing smirk, her long, lithe index finger lightly tapping his chin. Amusement flickered in her eyes as his face turned red.
"I… I'm not little, Keala," he defended.
"I don't believe you." she teased, pushing him further
"What do you want me to do to prove it to you?"
"Let's go to my house. No one's home. You can prove it to me very well."
"Okay…"
. . .
"Let's go to your room. Someone might see us."
"I don't want that. Don't you find it exciting? Someone walking in and catching us in the act?" Keala said, her voice thick with enticement, like a succubus drawing in a soul.
"I don't want to get you into trouble."
"Relax, Matt. We are both at the legal age. You won't get spanked or anything. So chill."
They sat on the sofa, kissing. At some point, Matt had undone Keala's bra, rolling her right nipple between his thumb and index finger.
"Mmmmn…" Keala let out a soft moan as he lifted her shirt, taking her unattended left nipple into his teeth. Jolts of pain and pleasure ran down her body, straight between her legs, making her juices flow.
She wanted to feel him, just as much as he wanted her. The air grew thick with arousal. Her moans rose higher when he took her nipple into the warm cave of his mouth, suckling deeper, his tongue rolling over it like a lollipop.
"Sshhhh," Matt cautioned, afraid of being caught.
Keala was glad she wore a skirt today, and he, jogging pants. It gave them both quick and easy access.
She slipped her hand in and grabbed his hardened shaft, stroking him as he brought his mouth to hers. She stifled a moan and a groan, moving faster, making his breathing short and uneven.
He suddenly pushed himself up from the sofa.
"Kneel for me, Keala," he ordered.
There was no trace of his innocent eyes now. What she saw was a man clouded with lust, on the edge of losing control. Keala wanted that. She wanted him to burst inside her.
So she obeyed.
Her skirt rolled up her ass, leaving her exposed. Wet. Throbbing. Waiting.
Matt gripped himself, sliding his hand from base to tip before placing himself at her entrance, ready to push in.
Then suddenly, everything stopped.
It felt like the world had been placed on hold.
And somehow, Keala could feel it.
Something was watching her. Looking at her. Looking through her.
Then… boom.
Reality blurred. Time felt like it was moving forward and backward at the same time. She couldn't move.
She felt weightless. Like she was floating through time and space, so many questions running through her mind.
Am I dead?
Did Hades take me because I wanted to fuck Matt? Not cool.
Why does it feel like whatever I want never happens?
Nothing good ever happens to me.
What will people say if they find out I died while having sex?
What will that man say? Will he bring a priest to cleanse the house of my filthy stench?
Will that woman and her children celebrate my death?
But seriously… am I really dead?
Ah. It's all good while it lasted. At least I can see Mama now.