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Godlike Endowments

Chapter 3

"Lord Above, it's huge!"

"Shh, you'll wake him! Looks so sweet when he's sleeping."

"We could do something to keep him that way, you know. Sometimes they use stallions for the rituals here. There's this potion --"

"You mean the red stuff? I suppose that would get 'im hard and keep him sleepin'. Then we could ride his cock all night. But . . . I dunno . . ."

"Why not? It's the closest we'll get to riding the Lord Above. Just imagine this big thing inside you!"

"Mmm. I'd really . . . ah, too late. I think he's waking."

"God above, he's beautiful . . ."

Artesda heard the giggles and whispers before he opened his eyes. He was lying on a narrow bed, in a barren cell. He remembered being brought there when he was injured and bleeding. The nuns had tended in sympathy to his wounds, and the Mother of the abbey had questioned him about the battle he'd only just come from. He remembered slurring his words, barely able to answer for the pain.

Foul demons had set upon Artesda and his fellow warrior angels almost the second they left Heaven. They were chased relentlessly, attacked brutally, and those who survived each attack were hauled away to be taken in the bushes. Artesda could hear the screams as his brothers were assaulted, and while he didn't have a full understanding of what was happening, he knew it was horrible and had fought with all his strength to save them. One by one, they were taken, until eventually, he found himself alone. The demons came for him last, smiling nastily, clad in golden armor, mouths dripping, eyes glowing like fire. They were rams with spiraled horns and wild black manes, and all were gigantic, shaking the earth with the slam of their hooves as they landed to surround Artesda. One disarmed him of his sword, while two managed to pin him on the ground, and he didn't understand it when yet another reached up the skirt of his armor and grabbed his penis. Such an intrusion horrified and alarmed him. Wild with indignation, he fought his way out and made it to the abbey, where he collapsed on the step. And because the abbey was shielded by Lord Araton's loving light, the demons could not reach him.

Now it seemed Artesda was safe, but more paws were fondling his penis. Why? It suddenly seemed to Artesda that mortals and demons were obsessed with penises. As the nuns were carrying him in the night before, he remembered seeing a group of sisters praying fervently to a gold statue of his father - a huge statue with an erect penis. It had baffled him that the penis was erect - he had never seen such a thing before - and he was shocked when some of the nuns even sucked the gold penis, devouring it in frowning reverence.

Now, lying in bed, Artesda slowly sat up against the pillows, and the two young mares who'd been peeping up his skirt backed away as if they'd been caught stealing.

Artesda asked hoarsely for water. He spoke the language of the sky, forgetting for a moment that mortals wouldn't understand him. He was therefore surprised when the younger of the two mares scrambled to offer him the cup on the nightstand. She held it to his lips as he drank, and he didn't understand why she was blushing so furiously.

Both little mares were tawny gold as the sun. One mare had a black stripe going up between her eyes and a black mane to match. Black wisps of her mane fell across gray eyes that were round with awe. The second mare had a brown stripe going up the between her eyes and a ruddy-brown mane. Her eyes were warm and brown and twinkling as she held the water to Artesda's lips. Artesda, remembering what had been said before, wondered if there wasn't some drug in the water and suddenly refused the glass. The brown-eyed girl blinked in surprise at his refusal and set the glass side.

Both nuns regarded him sheepishly. They were wearing heavy white robes that made them look like fat bunnies, Artesda thought. He'd seen some bunnies while traveling the mortal realm and thought they were adorable, fluffy, and innocent. The sisters seemed the same, like something he should pet - except they weren't innocent at all. They were predators lurking in the guise of innocence and reminded him of the demons who'd attacked him the night before. Why did they stare with their mouths open?

Artesda didn't know that he was handsome. He was a white stallion with piercing golden eyes wreathed in pale lashes, was very tall and athletically built, and his skimpy white armor did almost nothing to hide the fact. The skirt of his armor was very short and stopped before it had barely reached his muscular thighs, and the back of his armor was open to allow his wings to stretch, which in turn also revealed the deep line of his muscular back.

Artesda only had one wing now and was ashamed of the fact, as losing ones wings was symbolic of defeat. He could not return to Heaven until he had grown his wing back. An angel without wings was worthless. So Artesda couldn't understand why the two mares were fluttering their lashes over him. He considered himself broken.

The skirt of Artesda's armor was pushed up from the girls' peeping, and he realized the sight of his large pink penis and heavy sack was making them giggly and flustered. Why? Artesda calmly pushed his skirt down and asked for food.

"What do angels eat?" asked the mare with the black stripe and blinked owlishly.

"Do you have golden apples?" Artesda asked, completely serious. When the two mares just blinked at each other, he sighed and said, "Then your mortal apples will do."

The mare with the brown stripe leapt up and ran to find Artesda apples. The other remained behind, staring at him in wonder. Artesda didn't know what to think of her.

They had no mares in Heaven, except for the mares who were married to the Lord Father. Those mares always went about like the nuns did here: draped in heavy white robes and sequestered away in the lord's palace. They were called the Mothers, as all of them had birthed angel sons at one time. They were the reason the demons often stormed Heaven: they craved the Mothers for their own, though Lord Father would never explain why.

Artesda's own mother lived in the palace with Lord Father and his other brides. She was a sweet and beautiful mare whose fur was blotched white and tawny gold, whose eyes were crystal blue, whose smell Artesda would never forget. Each time he fought to defend Heaven, he was defending her and the Lord Father who had fathered him on her. His mother's name was Apple.

". . . how do you know the language of sky?" Artesda asked the dark-haired mare, speaking in the mortal tongue.

The mare was still staring at him. She leaned over the edge of the bed with her cheeks on her fists. Her eyes were fascinated. He supposed it made since: she had probably never seen a warrior of Heaven before.

"I-I," stammered the mare and blushed to her hairline. "I and the other sisters, we have spent our lives learning your language, in the event that the Lord Above should choose us to be one of his brides." She giggled and blushed prettily, glancing down at Artesda's lap.

"If the Lord Above has a cock like yours, the new Purest One is going to be plenty pleased."

Artesda frowned. "I don't understand that word. . . . cock. What is that?"

The mare blinked at him. When she realized he was serious, she laughed softly and nodded at his lap. "Your willy."

Artesda stared.

"Your dick," the mare tried again. "Your slapstick. Your Johnny."

"Your language is very strange," said Artesda in confusion. "I still don't understand what you --"

"Your penis," said the other mare, returning with a bowl of glossy green apples. She sat on the edge of the bed and offered them to Artesda. Her eyes were soft and doting. "Here . . ." she said breathlessly.

Artesda gratefully took a bite of the apple that was offered to him. The mares stared at him as he was eating, and he still didn't quite understand why. He wanted to tell them to go, as there was a hunger in their stares that made him uncomfortable, but somehow, he liked the company. After losing his brothers, he would sit with anyone, even lusty, staring mares.

"What's so important about my penis?" Artesda said when he had finished the apples. He set the empty bowl on the nightstand and didn't see it when the mares looked at each other mischievously.

"We could show you," said one breathlessly. "Of course . . ." she paused, "you'd have to let us."

Artesda hesitated. But he was suddenly curious to understand why mortals and demons found private parts so fascinating. He slowly nodded.

The mares looked at each other and giggled. They climbed eagerly on the bed, and looking at Artesda with glazed eyes, they pushed up the skirt of his armor, until his large penis was bare again. Artesda didn't understand why they wanted to touch it so badly. Penises were for peeing. But their little paws closed on his soft shaft and stroked. Then something happened. Pleasure tingled, his penis grew warm, and he saw it starting to stiffen. He had never felt this way before, and for the first few minutes, he sat there in shock as they fondled him to a throbbing erection. It felt so good, he couldn't move.

One of the mares took a feather that had shed from his wing, and giggling girlishly, she leaned down close and tickled the feather lightly against his shaft. She and her friend watched as Artesda grunted, tensed, and grunted again. The feather was like a gentle breath tickling up and down his erection, gently stroking, gently coaxing him stiffer and longer. The mares watched with fascination as his erection lengthened, and when it was standing thick, firm, and slightly curved, they gasped with delight.

Artesda lay there, panting, chest heaving and slowly going red in the face. He watched weakly as the mares looked at each other again, then pulled their robes off over their heads, their manes and tails tossing as they dropped them away. Artesda's lips parted in shock. He had never seen a mare's body before. The Mothers were always covered, and the thought of seeing under their robes had never crossed his mind. He stared at the two mares, who were exquisitely beautiful as they knelt either side of him, their breasts jutting, their backsides plumply resting on their hooves, their bellies slender and waists narrow. They looked at him with slanted eyes, massaging their perky breasts and licking their lips.

Artesda saw his erect penis squirt a little.

"Awww," giggled one of the mares, squeezing her own high breast and pushing a paw back through her mane. "He's never seen a naked filly before."

The other shook her head. "Don't the angels have sex in Heaven?"

"What's sex?" Artesda asked. He knew he'd said something wrong when the mares looked at him in sympathy.

"Poor thing," said one, smoothing her small paw up his muscular thigh.

"We'll show you," said the other huskily.

They leaned down toward Artesda's erection, licking their lips. Alarmed and confused, Artesda sat up and grabbed their heads to stop them. They stopped and looked at him, waiting for him to relax. He looked breathlessly at their curvy, beautiful bodies and realized that whatever they were about to do, it was probably going to feel better than when they were just touching him with the feather. He swallowed hard and sat back, leaning on his elbows, and the girls leaned down again with swinging breasts. He was surprised when their pink tongues extended, and then they were licking his erection, their tongues alternating up and down the shaft, until his chest was heaving.

They paused in their licking, and while one gently sucked the head of his erection, the other slurped his heavy sack, their slanted eyes smiling at him all the while, until his shaft was throbbing so hard, he thought something would explode out of it. They were so beautiful, moaning and slurping, their little breasts jiggling as they swung, their nipples hard. He panted breathlessly for them to stop. He thought the coming burst was something bad. But one of them closed her mouth over him and sucked, and when he released inside her hot, sucking mouth, it felt incredible.

Artesda collapsed on his back, and he could hear the mares giggling as they licked his soft penis with abandon. They were trying to reawaken him, and when he glanced up, he saw them fingering themselves and massaging their own breasts as they pleasured him. This was what was under the robes of the Mothers? This was what Lord Father had kept from him and his brothers?

Artesda sputtered when one of the mares closed her mouth on him and the other licked his heavy sack. They worked him again with eager licks and sucks, trying to arouse him. He felt himself stiffen in the hot, sucking mouth of one and her muffled cry of delight vibrated on his shaft as it swelled. He touched their manes as they eagerly pleasured him. Their breasts were hanging down, pointy and small, and he wanted to touch them too. He squeezed one and was surprised by how soft it was. When the little mare moaned, he realized she was enjoying it and started to massage her softness in fistfuls. As her soft breast yielded in his large fingers, he felt himself getting harder and longer, until the mare who was sucking him started to choke.

"Lord Above!" she gasped, pulling her mouth from him in a string of saliva. "Your cock's so big, it's going to break my jaw!"

Artesda frowned. "Don't s-stop," he panted. "P-Please? Just s-suck the tip."

The mare's eyes softened in sympathy. "Surely you've had a stiffy before? It should have been happening all your life!"

"Before you were even a stallion, in fact," added the other.

Artesda sheepishly shook his head. "I've never been . . ." He glanced with a blush at his own erection, which was glossy with their spit and standing rigid and wanting from their fondling.

"He's never hadda woody? That's crazy."

"It must be so intense for him," said the one with the brown eyes and looked with hunger at Artesda's erection. She leaned down and gave the head of his penis a hard, firm lick that made him sputter. His penis squirted again, dripping clear pre-cum over the mare's grasping fingers.

The dark-haired mare clutched her breasts in fistfuls and gently massaged them either side of Artesda's erection. Artesda tensed as her warm, supple breasts enfolded him, teasing him to helpless panting. The mares watched his suffering in lusty silence, then the dark-haired mare took her breasts away, and both girls looked at his rigid penis, which stood so miserably hungry against the air.

Artesda lay there breathlessly, wondering what they were going to do to him, as they seemed content enough to stop sucking him.

One of the mares glanced anxiously at the door.

"We might not have time," said one.

"Then we'll be quick," said the other impatiently. She smoothed her little fist up and down Artesda's rigid shaft, and his rippling belly trembled.

"Should I go first or you?"

"Mmm, me first. I want this big, hot thing inside me."

"Inside you?" Artesda repeated curiously.

One of the mares smiled at him, then she straddled his lap, her breasts hanging down as she looked at him, eyes warm with desire. She took two fingers and spread the pink lips between her shapely thighs, and when her soft sex touched the head of his cock, he suddenly realized what she mean by "inside." He eagerly took her by the hips and was prepared to pull her down on him when a shout from the door made them all freeze.

Artesda looked over and blushed to see the Mother standing in the doorway, scowling at them all. The mares scrambled off the bed in shame, ears flat and eyes down. They snatched up their robes, and under the Mother's icy glare, they hurried from the room, tails streaming and backsides flexing.

Mother Vivica was draped as before in a long white robe. The hood was drawn up and her cold eyes gleamed from the shadows of it. A plain brown traveling robe was folded over her arms. She stepped into the room, her horseshoes clicking.

Artesda pushed his skirt down and sat up, avoiding the Mother's eye and glad his erection was going down. He knew he had just experienced pleasures that were only for demons, that his father the Lord Above would frown on what had happened. But . . . it had all felt so . . . wonderful. He was ashamed of himself when he realized he wanted to do more. So much more.

"You are a pure and righteous warrior of Heaven," Mother Vivica coldly scolded. "Yet you would seek to defile the holy nuns of this sanctum! Can I trust that you would not defile the Purest One --?!"

"I would never!" Artesda said at once and snapped to his hooves, stiff with indignation. He looked down at the Mother, who looked up at him calmly: this one had clearly seen an angel before and wasn't intimidated in the least.

"You had better not," Mother Vivica said in a low voice. "To do so would bring the wrath of the Lord Above down on us all. To do so would doom the kingdom! Without your Lord Father's protection, we would fall. If he kept such pleasures from you, he had a damn good reason."

Artesda stared solemnly into the Mother's eyes, deciding to ignore her lecture. "If I am to guide the Purest One to Heaven," he said seriously, "then I will need a blade." He turned his eyes away in shame and stared coldly at the wall. "I lost mine in battle."

"There is a blacksmith nearby," Mother Vivica said in a voice that was less harsh, "in a small town to the east of here. The town is called Haymar; you won't be able to miss it if you keep east. The folk there will give you weapons, food, and whatever you need free of charge. They are expected to do so in honor of the Covenant. Here." She offered the brown traveling robe she'd been carrying.

Artesda took the robe, his ears pricking forward curiously.

"It is for the Purest One," Mother Vivica said, tucking her paws into her sleeves again. "You will find her down in the basement. Take her to Heaven and hurry. . . May the Lord Above be with you."

Artesda nodded. "And also with you."

Mother Vivica bowed and turned away, clicking tall and stiff into the hall.

Artesda looked at the traveling robe and wondered if the Purest One was as pretty as the mares who'd done things to him. If she was, it was going to be a difficult journey to Heaven . . . to say the least.