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Chapter 4: Third Trial - Alabaster

With the dawning light came a tapping of wooden staff on his door, summoning him. Marcus awoke with a hard cock and a hunger for more power. He threw on his grey robe and wolfed down the pastries which had been laid out for him. The guardian led Marcus to the main hall. As they walked Keron spoke, “You have tasted the smallest hint of the wonders you could attain. You have sipped at a lake. If you surpass all the trials you will become almost god-like.” He turned to look at Marcus who was nodding along. “I think perhaps you will enjoy today’s trial.” The guardian winked at Marcus and glanced knowingly at the tented front of Marcus’ robe as they resumed their walk.

A sumptuous bed had been positioned at the centre of the temple in front of the dais. Silk sheets of powder blue covered a deep mattress. Silken pillows were heaped against the wooden headboard. Carved oak post at each corner held aloft a draped canopy embroidered with flowers and scenes of nature. It looked to Marcus like a bed where a princess would find comfort. The soft luxury was in direct contrast with the hard stone of the temple. On the dais the alabaster Great Dane bitch and the obsidian dog looked on impassively.

“Your trial today is to lay the white dog on her back on the bed, pleasure her with your tongue then fuck her to completion. As your seed spurts into her womb you will in turn be filled with more of the power you seek.” The guardian grinned at Marcus, “Of course you must pleasure the bitch to completion as well. I’m sure this trial will be no hardship at all for you.”

Marcus gulped and stared as the alabaster bitch rose gracefully from the dais. Flowing curves defined her gentle form. I get to fuck that divine body? Marcus unconsciously licked his lips, recalling her taste and warm velvet pressure around his tongue. His penis twitched in the tent of his robe, anticipating the silken feel along his length.

When the white bitch approached Marcus his robes abruptly vanished. There was no transition – soundlessly his coverings were gone as though they’d never been there, magicked out of existence by godly power. The man was suddenly exposed to the intense scrutiny of the approaching being. He barely restrained himself from covering his groin with his hands – surely that would be insulting to a god. But he couldn’t avoid the rising heat in his cheeks as the bitch sniffed at his hard manhood. Involuntarily he flinched as the cold of her nose touched his uncircumcised cockhead. And again he jumped when the barest flick of her tongue sampled the underside of his hard cock. She turned away, sauntering toward the bed. Her tail wagged in slow tempo with her stride, emphasizing the exposed mound of her sex beneath. Marcus found he’d been holding his breath.

The alabaster creature gracefully jumped onto the bed. She turned around twice then lay in the middle of the bed. A moment later she rolled over and lay belly-up on the sheets. Her back legs splayed to the side, fully exposing her belly and sex. Her wagging tail made the invitation unambiguous; she was waiting to be fucked. Among the silken bedclothes she looked the part of the goddess. Her unblemished china figure was an artwork laid out on delicate silk for display.

While Marcus had thought himself a fine example of a man, his exposed flesh seemed coarse in the presence of this divinity. His thirty-year-old body was fit, well-muscled from his travels. And he’d considered himself handsome – he’d had his share of fine ladies. But compared to the godly figure laid out on the sheets he felt crude, unworthy, and his previous conquests mere harlots. With reverence he approached the bed and the creature midst the sheets. His cock ached in anticipation of her warm embrace.

Yet as a gentleman he knew her needs preceded his own. He crawled onto the rear of the bed, approaching the female. With genuine tenderness he stroked his fingers over chest and down her abdomen. Two rows of five nipples each lined her belly, perfect in their symmetry – he circled each with his fingers. Further down his fingers circled the mound of her sex. Canine anatomy was still alien to the man. Her vulva laid bare was a triangle of small pillows pressed together, forming a ‘Y’-shaped entrance. As he stroked over the tiny pillows her mound twitched and jumped. I’m pleasuring a goddess! he mused in awe. His cock twitched and jumped.

Marcus lowered himself to his elbows, more forward to bring his face closer to the chest of the dog. Velvet fur brushed his cheek as he nuzzled his face against her. He breathed in her warmth, like the smell of sunshine on fur. Instead of his fingers, Marcus’ tongue circled each nipple, flicking back and forth then suckling briefly. All ten of the bitch’s nipples were treated to the licking and suckling of the man. The dog’s tail wagged across the silk sheets between Marcus knees. As he crouched lower her fur brushed the underside of his scrotum. The trail of nipples led inevitably down her belly toward her sex.

Now his face was close to the gates of heaven. Her scent was stronger here, hotter and wilder. As his tongue circled her mound he inhaled her divinity. This was a place to worship – a shrine of a goddess. Marcus dragged his tongue along the Y-shaped fold at the centre of her vulva. The mound quivered and flexed. He was teasing her expertly. It was maddeningly arousing for the man and his own cock quivered and jumped with impatience. But he knew that holy ceremonies were not to be rushed.

His tongue worked more insistently, licking deeper, driving into the valley. His thumbs separated the small cushions of her labia to expose her clitoris. He licked and suckled the sensitive nub, ready for the involuntary thrusts of her hips into his face. Without relenting he plunged his tongue deeper, feeling her silky walls spasm. His saliva coated her vulva, while his penis drooled in anticipation.

Drawing his face away for a moment, Marcus briefly sucked on his middle finger to coat it with saliva. He traced the finger along the Y-shaped valley, then slowly pushed it deeper. Warm velvet rippled as he pushed deeper. The path wasn’t direct – Marcus realized her passage required him to press slightly downward toward her anus, then forward. But she easily took his digit as he familiarized himself with her peculiar anatomy. He withdrew and wetted a second finger, pressing both digits smoothly into her down to the knuckle. The bitch periodically hunched forward when the pads of his fingers pressed against her clitoris.

Marcus drew back. He could no longer postpone his aching need. Slightly awkwardly he shuffled his knees forward along the bedsheets until his penis bobbed over her vulva. The engorged pink of his raging manhood contrasted with the angelic pale flesh of the bitch. Pre-semen liberally drooled from his tip, dripping to lubricate her entrance. With one hand braced against her chest and the other to guide his penis, Marcus pressed the tip of his manhood into the Y-shaped valley. Ample saliva combined with his leaking pre-semen meant the petals of her sex separated easily as he pushed down and forward. With aching slowness he pushed forward, glancing at her face for any sign of distress or pain. But the bitch lay happily, tongue lolling out the side of her panting face. Her slowly wagging tail offered the man encouragement.

Her flesh was hot like fire around his manhood. The dog’s body temperature must have been higher than his own. And she was like rippled velvet, soft, smooth, but with internal undulations that stimulated his penis in heavenly ways as he sank to full depth. His balls rested against her taint. While savouring the heat and clenches around his length he marvelled that she’d effortlessly taken the entirety of him. He was endowed as an average man, but compared to the black monster’s penis (he shuddered at his memory of the beast on the right dais) he was quite small.

Marcus wondered if his was the first to pierce her virgin depths. Perhaps this incarnation of the goddess had never sampled a man. Maybe he was taking the virginity of a goddess. The idea thrilled him profoundly. Or perhaps a thousand suitors before him had plunged her depths. Perhaps the trial in truth was how skilled a lover he was compared to the legions before him. In any case he would prove his worth and his devotion to his goddess. This was heaven: warm clenching flesh of a pale deity along his manhood. Scholars were wrong about paradise being in the white clouds. Or perhaps they had sampled this divine sanctuary and used metaphor to describe being here in the brightest of heavens.

Her body was long so Marcus could lean over the bitch with his penis still in her depths and suck on her nipples. Supported on his elbows he hugged her torso with his hands under her shoulders, so his chest was pressed to hers. He rocked his hips back and forth allowed him to fuck her slowly while suckling from her. Every so often a volley of rapid clenches of her vagina along his length indicated how greatly she appreciated his ministrations. He slathered her with all the tenderness he could treat a lover.

Undeniable urgency was building in Marcus. It had been months since he’d taken a woman. And this divine flesh far surpassed any lover he’d ever had. The hot, rippled velvet clenching as he thrusted was superior to any mere mortal girl. He raised himself up and stretched his legs behind him on the bed. Now he could pound his cock with hard thrusts into the figure beneath in the way he would take a woman. Each thrust was punctuated by a loud slap as his groin impacted hers. He was no longer fully in control of his motion – rutting instinct drew his hips back to expose his entire length, then roughly hammer forward, plunging suddenly back into the hot depths. Like the sensation of ichor boiling in his veins, his encroaching release grew.

With a shout and strangled gasp, Marcus orgasmed. He pounded his cock into the beast as deeply as possible, trying vainly to push his entire being into paradise. His seed flooded into the womb of his goddess. For a moment visions of him impregnating her filled his mind; make his son in her likeness – a creature of divine light. The thought of him fathering a god made him judder in another burst of ecstasy. He pulled back and hammered forward to drive his seed deeper, past the defences of her womb. Jolts of orgasm wracked his frame. Each time he would pause at full depth, savouring the fire of ecstasy as his cock pulsed. Then pull back and plunge hard down. The answering clenches of her muscles around his cock prolonged his pleasure.

But a new fire was building in him. From outside pouring into him Marcus could feel raw energies surge. Bright joy came with the realization he was earning more power. The argent flames made his orgasm feel small, yet drew forth another spurt of his seed. The cascade of energies took his pleasure higher and he cried out at the crescendo of sensation far beyond mere human orgasm. The eldritch cascade held him, sustained him… And then at last drained away.

Marcus fell forward, hugging the chest of the beast. Small aftershocks of pleasure made his cock squeeze out the vestiges of his release into his lover. He held her for a moment, overcome with love for his goddess.

He would have stayed like that, buried in her, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking forever. But the dog was done with him. She braced her paws on his chest and hips and with inhuman strength she bodily lifted the man and tossed him aside. The white creature leapt to her feet on the bed. She circled madly like a dervish, waggling her entire rear end so her tail slapped loudly against her sides. The man’s seed sprayed from the rear of the bitch in white gobs around dishevelled bedclothes. She barked loudly at him, dropping to her forepaws in play. Marcus laid back, staring at the floral tapestries in bemusement. He suddenly gasped as the bitch’s unexpected rough tongue drew the last emission from his softening penis.

Then she leapt off the bed. Three full laps of alabaster blur circled the room before the bitch galloped to the recesses of the temple.

“You did very well!” Keron confirmed. “The bitch was well satisfied – you ministered to her expertly. A god is well pleased and you have been granted another boon. That was your only challenge for today. You may retire to your chambers and ponder your newly acquired gifts. Remember,” he said, “you have been granted the smallest taste of powers. Far greater wonders await, earned through more demanding tests.”

Marcus felt simultaneously drained, but overflowing. His sexual needs were sated as though he’d expelled half his vitality through his penis. But energies coruscated inside him. He rolled off the bed and struggled upright. Somewhat abashed he realized vestiges of his release dribbled from his exposed manhood to the flagstones in front of Keron. Seeing no robes to hide his nakedness, Marcus wadded the corner of a silk sheet to wipe away the evidence of his love-making. Keron looked on with disdain and motioned Marcus to leave the main chamber.

Back in his sanctuary Marcus found a clean robe and a feast of roasted meats and treats. Sweet wine accompanied sweet desserts, replenishing the strength that had been drained from him. Sated in body and mind Marcus began to experiment with his new powers. Now he was able to throw flames in a stream from his hands. With a thought an apple magicked into existence. A gesture from his hand moved the chair away from the table. Each miracle zapped a jolt of sexual thrill from his chest to his groin.

But there were limits to his powers. He could summon simple food like bread or fruit but no meat. He could create small wooden objects, like a spoon, but no metal or complex figures. Even so, he was dazzled by his abilities. Despite his recent sexual release the constant buzz of testing his skills brought his cock to hardness again. Oh yes, he could really enjoy having the power of a god. Hours passed quickly as he toyed with the miracles.

Once he had explored the capabilities (and limits) of his powers Marcus contemplated the experience of his day. He had spent time in heaven. The alabaster bitch was a divine goddess. Her scent was still on his fingers, her taste on his lips. He adored her. He would found a religion dedicated to her. Marcus would raze empires and rebuild temples for her. The world would be resplendent with alabaster statues of her likeness. This un-named goddess deserved legions of worshippers. Perhaps she was the incarnation of Aphrodite herself cloaked in white canine form.

But what of tomorrow. Vague trepidation seeped past the love of his goddess. What if the morning brought another trial with the black monster? If the alabaster statue was a goddess, the black creature was a demon. Devils were gods too, exuding infernal majesty and instilling terror. Memories of gagging on metallic fluids threatened to return his supper to the floor. Yet perhaps they were the same god. Legends are scattered with gods manifesting as dual persons. The white creature encompassed all that was pure and the black all that was corrupted in the one divinity.

Ah well. Tomorrow would arrive when it arrived, and he could face the test a new day would bring. The lure of greater powers was too strong a temptation to leave.