Married to a goddess Chapter 2

Dan gasped for air as he raised his head from his pillow, taking long deep breaths. His body was covered in sweat, and he was hit with a harsh, musky smell. But as he sat up further, it was clear when he looked around that he was all alone.

Maybe it was all a dream, he thought. I mean, it’s not like I woke up and found that I had married a goddess. But it felt so real. The sex was beyond real, the way the woman bounced on his dick, her breasts moving with every thrust, her hair wild. If it was a dream, Dan had to admit it was the best wet dream he’d ever had. Getting out of bed, after the first step, he realized that he felt amazing, like he had gotten the best sleep of his life. His body wasn’t even sore — no creaky joints or even a sore muscle. He felt like a million bucks.

Quickly he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and began walking towards his kitchen. thinking about cooking something. He thought of some pancakes with a side of bacon and juice. Hell, just that idea made his stomach growl with hunger.

“Sounds good to me,” He chuckled to himself as he walked down the stairs. That was when he suddenly noticed the smell.

“I’m so hungry, I’m hallucinating breakfast being made already.” That was when he stepped into the kitchen, and his jaw dropped.

Standing there in front of the stove was none other than Annabelle wearing nothing. Actually, she was wearing an apron, but it left her entire backside bare. Her ass was shaking slightly as she hummed to herself. Dan could hear sizzling coming from the pan on the stove. It was clear that she hadn’t even noticed him yet, as she was clearly in the zone. She wasn’t even looking as she flipped something in another pan.

Dan dared to take another step, gulping as he whispered, “So it really wasn’t a dream.”

He looked at her in the flesh, remembering what they had done, when they’d fucked — no, made love — no, consummated their marriage. He looked down at the simple gold band on his right hand. What was this feeling? He wasn’t sure. His throat dried up. He looked towards Annabelle. He could see the diamond ring on her left hand. At that moment, she finally turned her head and noticed him.

“Oh, you’re finally awake, Dan. I thought you’d be out a little longer.” She giggled as she used a spatula to lift some bacon out of the frying pan in front of her, dumping it onto a plate that already contained a stack of pancakes. The smell was amazing, and Dan’s mouth began to water.

Annabelle began setting the table as Dan took a seat in his usual spot. The counter was sparkling as she continued cooking. Dan wasn’t sure what he could say. Everything was rather shocking. He looked down at his plate. His stomach reminded him of his hunger, and he moved over, grabbing a few pancakes, then a couple of slices of bacon. He looked at it curiously. The bacon was a little crispy, though clearly not burnt. As he examined the slice, he could almost feel Annabelle’s eyes on him as he pretended not to notice her.

He took a single bite, and the taste shot through him as he began shoving the bacon into his mouth. It had so much flavor. He moved over, trying the pancakes, as he took one bite. There was suddenly a gooey texture. He pulled the remains out of his mouth, examining it for a second, and realized that she hadn’t cooked it all the way through. It looked amazing on the outside, but the inside looked like a mess.

“So what do you think?” she asked, a wide, hopeful smile on her face. Dan smiled while carefully putting his fork down. He wasn’t sure what to say. The bacon was amazing, though the pancakes were very undercooked. The way she smiled at him, he couldn’t judge her.

“It’s great… I especially like the bacon.” He grabbed another slice and took a bite. It was succulent.

“I’m glad, and I was worried about the bacon. We gods prefer to have it burnt to a crisp, something of an old tradition. But the pancakes, I wasn’t sure. I’ve never really cooked food for a mortal.” She smiled as she bounced a bit.

“Well, eat up. I’m sure you’ve got a lot to do for work. Plus, I’ll have to leave. I’ve got my duties, and I’ll get this place cleaned up.” She smiled more as she began eating some of the bacon herself. Annabelle didn’t even touch the pancakes.

“Duties?” Dan asked curiously as he ignored his pancakes and took another bite of bacon. She nodded:

“Yes, I’ve got many duties as the goddess of death and lust. I must be around to make sure that Balance is kept in place.” She walked around, giving her hips a shake as her apron began flaking away. She stood completely naked for a moment, her hands raised, caressing every inch of her body.

“And what might those duties be?” Dan asked, curious, his eyes on her as he watched clothes slowly materialize. Soon she was wearing a fine business suit that was perfectly black with a red tie, her bust being shown off even with the jacket spread apart a bit more to contain the larger breasts she’d created. Annabelle’s hair formed into a slicked-back style with a bun on top, giving her a more professional look that reminded Dan of a stereotypical librarian.

“Well, simply, I’m responsible for making sure people die. When they take their last breath, I am, as you mortals would say, the Grim Reaper. Other times, when no one is on my schedule, I help get people feeling in the mood, so to speak.” She gave a goofy smile as she winked.

“Well, that’s something. I mean, lust and death, how does that even work? How does one even become a goddess of that?” He was more curious as he looked over at his wife.

“I’ll explain later, but for now, I have to get ready, and so do you. Please have a good day at work. When you get back, I’ll have a surprise for you.” She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and was about to walk out the door before Dan had a thought.

“Annabelle, wait! One last question!” She turned around with that patient smile, the kind that one would give to a loved one who was getting on their nerves.

“What would that be?” she asked, her head tilting,

“Why did you marry me? I mean, you could’ve said no. I was pretty drunk.”

Annabelle smiled and simply said, “Because I thought it would be interesting, marrying a mortal. I’ve been doing the same thing for thousands of years and wanted to spice things up. After all, you are very cute.” With a smile, she blew him a kiss, and like that, she was gone.

Dan stood there for a minute, looking back and forth as he ran over toward the closed door she’d seemingly walked through. She had walked into the kitchen pantry, but when he opened the door, she was gone without a trace.

“This is my life now. I’m the husband of a goddess.” He shook his head, not sure what he was going to do. This was too much for him as he looked back at the meal. He grabbed another slice of bacon and threw the pancakes away. He hated to waste food, but he wasn’t sure he could save them.

“She’s right, though. I better get to work. Don’t need to be late.”

He went to the bedroom and put-on work clothes, a black long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans. He popped his neck, putting on his work jacket, and walked right out the door. He sighed, not sure what would be in store for him, as he walked down the halls of his apartment building. His office was only a ten-minute drive away, maybe twenty minutes, if he decided to take a long way around.

He continued out of the apartment building when he noticed a black cat walking past him, strutting its stuff. Its tail swished back and forth as it passed him with a long meow. It then sat and looked at him for a minute, not blinking its big green eyes. Dan could imagine it saying, “Get out of my way. There’s only enough room on this sidewalk for one of us, and you’re one too many.”

Dan bounded to the side, letting the cat pass by, as he rolled his eyes. It was quite an odd thing, but it was just a stray, and nothing more. He shook his head and turned, going towards the parking garage. He headed upstairs finally reaching his car, a Dodge Challenger. His uncle had loved this car more than anything, even his wife, Dan’s aunt.

It brought Dan memories of seeing his uncle in his garage looking over the car, fixing it up, repairing it when it seemed to have the slightest problem.

The car had a mighty fine engine to it, a Hemi 426. If Dan wanted, he could probably race the thing. At times, he was tempted to. The paint job was a cool light gray that shone in the light. You could see it sparkle if the sun hit it just right.

Dan cared for it dearly, as the only thing his uncle left him when he died. He never understood why his uncle left the car to him instead of giving the beauty to one of his own kids, Dan’s cousins. Dan might never know the answer.

He got in and revved the engine. The sound of it roaring brought Dan a wide smile. He closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the sound, and soon he put the vehicle in drive and was off to work.

– – –

Dan made it to work in his usual ten minutes, parked, and walked into the bland building with the “Jackson Electrode” sign. He clocked in and headed off to his work station.

His job seemed to go by quickly, working on producing magnets as he kept pulling the machine. His mind was able to wander a bit, and he wondered what Annabelle was doing. He contemplated what kind of work a death goddess did? He chuckled, imagining her holding a scythe ready to jump out at people.

“Heh, imagine doing that,” he said under his breath and laughed slightly. Just then his supervisor Ash came by — a large beefy man, who was wearing a blue lab coat and both a hair net and a beard net. He was older than Dan by at least twenty years, Dan being twenty-six. “Hey kid, you doing OK?” asked Ash.

“I’m doing fine, just had a hell of a hangover and a crazy night,” Dan rubbed his head, trying to make the lie work.

“Could’ve taken the day off. We can surely survive without you for a day,” Ash said with a small chuckle as he patted the side of Dan’s work station.

“Nah, gotta get this shit made, so the big boss can make millions and we get a nickel.”

“You’re still not funny, kid. Now come on, what happened? I saw you walking toward Succubus. Manage to get yourself a lap dance?”

“Yeah, though mostly I drank. It was a wild night.” He sighed. Ash wouldn’t realize that it was wilder than he could imagine.

“Well, as long as you’re doing all right. I know Vanessa really fucked you up a bit when you caught her.”

“Yeah, just wow. But I think I’ll get better. Just gotta take it one day at a time.”

“Sure thing, just keep up the good work… Wait, what the hell’s on your hand?” Dan cursed under his breath as he remembered the ring. Ash looked up at Dan’s face for a second, then back towards the ring,

“What is that you got there?” Ash raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s nothing, nothing at all,” Dan muttered, trying to pretend that it didn’t exist.

“Man, you didn’t try seeing her again, did you, beg her to take you back? Cause, brother, that would be a horrible idea,” Ash said, clearly concerned. For a second, Dan imagined Ash was slipping into a fatherly role. He hoped there wouldn’t be too much of this — the guy was his colleague, not his father.

“No, of course not, I’m done with Vanessa. Though right now, it’s complicated, OK? I’m just figuring things out.” He didn’t bother looking into the other man’s eyes. Guys didn’t really share things like this, and even if Dan was one who shared what was going on, what could he even tell him? “Oh, i, Ash, guess what. I apparently got so drunk last night that I got hitched to a goddess of death and lust, by an Elvis impersonator, even though we’re in Ohio!’

How would Ash even react? The man finally walked away from Dan’s work station with a shrug, and Dan went on making more magnets. He kept his mind busy thinking some more about what could happen next. Annabelle said he’d have a surprise for him later. What did she have in mind? It kind of made him nervous, but he’d deal with that later.

For now, he had a lot of questions. and had a feeling he’d be doing some googling on his half-hour lunch break.

He sat by himself in the break room, his phone out as he typed in queries for death gods and gods of lust. He even tried “goddess Annabelle,” but he found nothing that seemed to match his wife.

“Come on, there has to be something about her. A myth or a legend, at least. I mean, what pantheon does she belong to?” It was clear after scrolling through search results that he wasn’t going to find much. He saved a couple mythology sites as bookmarks, just in case. A couple of aspects of the Norse goddess Freyja seemed familiar, but he wasn’t sure she had anything to do with Annabelle.

There has to be something about a goddess like Annabelle, but I can’t figure it out. Fuck, this is so confusing.

Dan set his phone down and he rubbed his temples. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

“Is there something wrong, honey?” Dan looked up with a wide-eyed expression. Standing there, still in her fancy suit, was none other than Annabelle. She was standing there with that confident smile oozing sexual energy as she held a paper lunch bag.

“What are you doing here?” Dan exclaimed in a low voice. He didn’t want people noticing her.

Annabelle explained, “Honey, you forgot your lunch, and I didn’t want you to get hungry.” She held the bag out for him, and Dan took it. with a nod.

“Um, thanks, but you really shouldn’t be here. I could get into a lot of trouble.” This was true. They worked with plenty of government contracts, even if the main thing the company did was make medical devices.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I’ll be in and out before anyone notices.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning around suddenly. Ash appeared in the break room doorway and looked over.

“Yo, Dan, enjoying your break? Whoa, who’s she?” Ash pointed toward Annabelle, and Dan bit his tongue, not sure what to say. He went with the first thing that came to mind.

“Well, Ash, this is Annabelle, and she’s — she’s —”

“I’m his wife, sir,” Annabelle smiled as she flashed off the ring on her finger, clearly proud of it. Ash looked at Dan with an expression Dan couldn’t really process. Ash turned back to Annabelle and said, “Well, nice to meet you, Mrs. Fremont. But do you work here? I don’t see a badge.”

“No, but someone left the side door open. I just wanted to give my hubby something nice for lunch.” Annabelle indicated the paper bag sitting in front of Dan.

Ash nodded and said, “Well, that’s very kind of you, but I’m going to need to ask you to leave. You’re really not supposed to be here without authorization. I’ll let it go this time, but if you do this again, I might have to fire your husband.” He glared at Dan for a minute.

Annabelle chirped, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again. Please forgive me.” She lightly patted Ash’s shoulder as she walked out. Ash turned, following her out the break room door with his eyes, satisfied that she turned in the correct direction to head towards the exit.

Still looking away, Ash asked, “Dan, is she really your wife?”

“Um, yeah, though it’s kind of complicated… Please don’t ask anything more. I’m still figuring out how this happened.”

Ash looked back at him and nodded. “Well, I better get back. Finish that special lunch you got. Don’t need to upset the wife. I should know. Mine gave me a kick in the ass once for forgetting to cook dinner. Oh, by the way…”

“Yeah?” Dan asked, his heart almost skipping a beat by this point, not sure what his boss might say.

“How good is she in the sack?”

Dan looked up and gave Ash a light punch on the arm.

“Hey, hey now, It doesn’t hurt to ask.” Ash laughed as he headed back to work.

Dan gingerly reached into the paper bag and pulled out the lunch Annabelle had made him. It was a simple peanut butter sandwich with a small plastic bag of chips. Dan snorted as he looked at it. He took a quick bite out of the sandwich. And only then did he notice that the bread had a fuzzy green patch. His eyes watered.

“Oh, yuck!” he exclaimed as he tossed the sandwich across the table. He managed to keep the bite he’d eaten from coming back up, and he sighed and grabbed the chips. They seemed fine, since presumably she hadn’t actually made them herself. He realized that he’d have to show Annabelle how to cook, sooner rather than later. The idea of teaching a goddess how to cook seemed very strange, but he didn’t want to accidentally get poisoned.

– – –

The rest of the workday went by without a hitch. Dan eventually clocked out and drove home. He didn’t feel tired at all. Hell, he felt as though he could run a marathon. He had a feeling it had something to do with Annabelle.

He carefully parked his car in the parking garage, then he headed off towards his apartment building. He shuffled along and watched some of the neighborhood kids running around, even with it being so cold. They ran around like madmen, jackets covering them as they had fun. Dan smiled as he remembered himself as a young boy, not a care in the world, catching fireflies.

He shook his head as he enjoyed this moment of near-silence. Working around loud machines made him appreciate silence just a bit more, even with kids laughing in the background.

He turned and walked inside the building, going up the stairs and into his apartment He walked in and immediately noticed that it seemed bigger. He happened to look up towards the ceiling first, realizing that it was so high he could barely see it.

“What the…? Annabelle!” he called out, his voice echoing off into the distance. There was no answer. He let out a long sigh as he began walking in. He’d question her about the situation later

Aside from the ceiling height, the apartment itself seemed bigger. It felt as though he was standing in a mansion that contained most of his old stuff. A few things had been replaced, though, like his lumpy old couch that was nowhere to be seen; a new leather sofa sat in its place. The carpet was gone, apparently replaced with oak wood flooring.

“This is just weird,” he muttered. He looked over towards the kitchen and saw it was much bigger, with brand-new appliances. He shook his head and decided to just head to bed. For all Dan knew, this was all still just a dream. He turned around, and that was when he saw it.

It was that cat. The same cat that seemed to own the sidewalk this morning. That cat was looking at him, and he shook his head.

“No, it can’t be the same cat. That one was black. You’re grayer.” It reminded him of Tom from Tom and Jerry.

“How did you get in here?” he asked, as he started leaning down to pick it up. It actually answered him, responding, “I walked through the door, boy, or are you just that stupid?” in the voice of a female with an exotic accent. “Holy shit, a talking cat!” He stopped himself just before he kicked the cat away from the shock of it. The cat just laughed,

“Why, of course I can talk. How else are we having a conversation Oh, wait, no, we’re reading each other’s minds, right? Heh, you poor humans.” The cat seemed to smirk as Dan eyed her. He was far annoyed by this now. The cat might be a cat, but it was acting like an ass.

“OK, smart ass, what are you and where did you come from?”

“Nowhere special! I’m just your friendly, lovably prrrrr-fect kittycat.” The cat let out a little meow, swishing her tail slightly as she rolled on her back to reveal her furry belly. Dan wasn’t sure if it was trying to tease him or something else, but it clearly failed.

“OK, cat, well, have you seen Annabelle?” With her R’s rolling into purrs, the cat replied, “Hmm, she’s somewhere around here. She could be going off to the strip club. he girl needs to hear her prayers. Though why don’t you relax?” It kept smirking

“Oh, Dan, it’s good to see you,” came Annabelle’s voice. Suddenly, walking out of a wall as if it were nothing, Annabelle appeared with a smile. She was wearing one of Dan’s T-shirts and a pair of pants that fit very snugly around her hips.

“It’s good to see you… OK, what did you do to my apartment, and who’s the talking cat?” He pointed toward the feline, and Annabelle smirked.

“Oh, that’s Bast, and as for the apartment, I figured we’d need a little extra room. I made the space bigger overall and added an extra room or two for us. Had to call in a favor from the god of houses, but he really came through.” She giggled. Dan was a bit dumbfounded. There was a god of houses?

He turned over and looked at the cat. He knew he’d heard the name Bast before, but he just couldn’t remember where

“You’re Bast, Bast the cat?” he asked. The cat had rolled back over and looked annoyed at being interrupted while licking a paw.

“I am Bastet the cat goddess,” she said icily. It was then she began morphing, a soft shimmering light wrapping around her as she began growing bigger. Dan was imagining that she was going to turn into a lion, yet suddenly up on all fours was a woman — no, she was more than that. She had the body of a woman with brownish skin, but the head of a cat, including a muzzle and ears. She brought herself up to stand on her two feet, staring at him with the same green eyes and that confident smile.

“But my friends do call me Bast. Now, where’s the milk?”

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