The Power of the Ring, Ch. 06

This story is a continuation of the previous chapter. To better understand the context and situation, reading the previous entries are highly recommended.

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The small restaurant they went to was just outside the resort. Neither had said much upon leaving the spa. Satisfied and relaxed, neither needed anything more than to be in each other's presence. After a short time spent lazing around in the ocean near their suite, they had changed their clothes and settled on sharing food and conversation at the first secluded place they could find.

It was after they'd finished their appetizers that their conversation worked its' way around to their time at the spa. Her suggestion in particular, that they have another massage before the end of their vacation. "So," he began, "About that..."

One corner of her mouth pricked up. "About what?" she asked with mock confusion.

"About what... um... happened," he plodded, unsure how to phrase it in a place where people could overhear.

"Did you object?" she asked.

"No," came the reply, "Did you?"

"I would have stopped it if I did."

He nodded. "So you don't have a problem with what happened. Between me and Talia?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. It happened right in front of me," she explained, "and she actually looked to me before she started and I gave her permission to touch you."

He nodded. "I thought that's was what I saw."

"Do you have a problem," she asked in return, "With what happened with Helena and I?"

"No," he responded. Hesitating, he added, "I ummm... I thought it was really hot."

She smiled and stared directly at him. "It was really hot," she agreed, smiling wolfishly, "Especially watching her little hands work your big cock like that."

"So," he asked after a moment, hesitating once more, "How much of that was you?"

Her expression became more serious. "I didn't make them do anything, if that's what you're asking."

"No," he assured her, putting her at ease, "I've known you since we were teenagers. I know you wouldn't force anyone to do anything. I was asking how much what the two of them did was influenced by... being caught up in... umm... unique circumstances with unique company."

She thought for a moment. "Well," she began, "I think it's safe to say that nothing that happened in there was 'normal' for anyone but us."

"That's a pretty fair statement," he agreed.

"So," she continued, "Most of their behavior was really out of character for them. But neither of them regret it," she added.

"Is that what you presume," he asked, "Or do you know that for a fact?"

"I'm positive," she asserted confidently, "I could sense that both of them wanted to do what they did. I wouldn't have let it happen if that wasn't the case. Even now, if I focus, I can still... I don't know... feel them, I guess."

She punctuated that last sentence with a shrug of her shoulders before continuing. "What they each did was nothing more than them getting caught up in the heat of the moment. Their actions were totally their own. And both of them," she dropped her voice to a whisper for the end of her sentence, "Have cum at least one more time since we left while thinking about what happened."

He raised his eyebrows. "How do you know?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I wish I could explain it," she confessed, "It's just a... feeling I have." "So," he asked, "Is that part of what you did at the end as they were leaving?"

She dropped her fork and blushed a bit. Given her lack of inhibitions over the past few days, he found it cute that she could still react that way.

"You saw that?" she asked, putting her hand briefly to her mouth.

"A little," he replied, "More like felt. What was that all about?"

Her embarrassment flushed her cheeks even further. "I just... " she responded, seeming to be searching for permission within herself to complete her thought out loud, "I just... wanted to repay them."

"Repay them," he asked with a chuckle, "Normal people just leave a tip."

She laughed out loud. It seemed to ease some of the tension building within her.

"I know, I know," she retorted, "I just..." She paused for a bit to compose her thoughts. "I know," she began, "That what happened there was spontaneous. And it was their own choice. But I couldn't help but think about how out of the ordinary it was."

As she spoke she idly picked at her salad with her fork, her eyes now dropped to the plate. "I mean...," she went on, "Even though I knew neither of them would regret it, I still felt strange about what would happen later. You know... when they had to think back on that and have to process it."

She looked up from the table and back at him. "Besides," she added, "They gave us both a few amazing moments to share together."

His eyebrows lifted. "Us both?" he asked, prompting her to elaborate.

"Yes," she explained, "Nothing was hidden. There was no deceit or lying." He nodded along with her in agreement. "And we all were fine with it," she added, "I guess... I guess it was just a moment of excitement that we shared where could get sort of an 'outside in' point of view."

"And besides," she added, some of the raw sexuality that was now part of her personality returning to her face, "We both liked it. When we got to burn off that tension, it was really..." She paused and letting her last words hang and drip in the air.

"Explosive."

"Umm... yeah," he agreed, a knowing grin on his face, "There was a lot of erupting going on." She smiled hungrily and reached across the table, taking his large hand in hers.

"But you never told me," he continued, "What you ended up doing. You know... to repay them."

"Oh, right," she said, realizing that she had gone off on a conversational tangent, "I just wanted to give them something."

He waited for a moment for an elaboration to come, but when one was offered he spoke up. "And what did you give them?" he asked.

"Well," she said, her voice once again lowering, "I kinda... did something. I just..." she hesitated, searching for the right words, "Just... reached out and made it so they'd enjoy sexual pleasure more and their orgasms would be at least twice as strong as normal."

"Oh," he replied, surprised, "For how long?"

"For the... Rest of their lives," she said, sheepishly. His eyebrows raised even higher and he stared in silence.

"Was that bad?" she asked, unsure "I didn't disrespect them or violate them, did I?"

The look of genuine concern on her face was undeniable. Given all the power at her disposal, the fact that she reacted in this way gave him another glimpse into the tenderness of her heart and kindness of her spirit.

He leaned over and kissed her reassuringly on her forehead and, as he backed away, cradled her face in his hand. "Not at all, my love," he said, "I don't think you did anything bad at all. I mean... it probably would have been nice to discuss that with them, but I don't think for a moment they'd have believed you."

On that, she could not argue. "Before I did it," she asked, "I didn't feel like they'd object. I tried to look every way I knew how, I just-"

He stroked her cheek and cut her off gently. "It's OK," he reassured, "I don't know very many people who would be upset at something like that. Hell... I'd think that in almost every case, people would be willing to line up for that."

She smiled, relief visible on her face. "You think so?" she asked.

His fingers ran through her hair briefly before he put his hand down. "I know so." He stated.

After a few seconds, their entrees were delivered by the waiter. After a few 'thank yous' and a moment to gather their utensils, the two began to eat. As they did, he continued their conversation.

"What I was surprised about," he explained, "Wasn't what you did. It was that you were able to do it."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well," he went on, "I didn't realize that kind of long-term transformation was something you could do on other people."

"I did it to you, right?" she asked rhetorically.

"Yes," he capitulated, "But I just didn't think..." He paused for a moment. "Well..." he continued, "I guess there's nothing stopping you from doing that, is there?"

She shook her head. "Not really," she agreed.

The conversation paused for several moments. "So," he inquired eventually, "What's your limit on something like that? How big can you go?"

She furrowed her brow and thought a moment. "I guess I never really mulled that over," she confessed, "Are you talking about a single person, or how many people could I reach?"

He pointed at her for emphasis. "The second," he replied, "I'm curious about that. Could you use your power on a group? A town? The whole world?"

She shook her head. "Definitely nothing on a global scale," she said, "At least...." Her voice trailed off.

"At least what?" he asked.

"At least," she continued, "Not with my power split between the two of us."

He nodded his head knowingly. "OK," he replied, "Would you... need me to give it back to you ever?"

She put her hand up quickly. "No," she stated firmly, "No! That's your power. It belongs to you."

"But it belonged to you first," he retorted. Now it was her turn to put a finger to his lips to end his objections.

"That," she said, drawing out every word for emphasis, "Is. Yours." She drug her finger lightly down his lips, his neck, and trailed it down over his chest. "It's part of you now," she added, "And I'd never want you to be without it. And besides..." she added, giving him a lusty look. "I'm getting used to being with a man with that type of... power."

As she began to withdraw her hand, his shot out and grabbed it gently. "Power, huh?" he asked. Now it was his turn to flash a carnal smile to her. His hand engulfed hers. As he lifted it to his lips, he squeezed it just enough. Just to illustrate that she wouldn't be able to pull away unless he allowed it. He put her finger to his lips and kissed it. Then brought it shallowly into his mouth and sucked on it. After the briefest of moments, her finger slipped out from between his lips and he kissed it once more.

"What are you doing," she asked, her voice a mixture of hesitation and anxiousness.

"You'll see," he told her, "Right... now." The silver flash was back in his eyes and she could feel the force of his will cascading over her... changing her. This time, however, he deliberately slowed the effects of the way he re-made her body. Purposefully, he drew it out to prolong the low, throbbing pleasure he ensured she felt.

"Ooohhh," she moaned softly, eyes blissfully closed. As the feelings coalesced into the focus of his shaping, her eyes opened. "Oh," she said, now knowing his intention.

"Oh."

As the gentle warmth faded away, she continued to stare at him. "Did you..." she hesitated, "Did you do what I think you did?" He smiled. And it was positively predatory.

"Maybeee," he responded coyly, "It is, after all, something we haven't gotten to explore."

She nodded in agreement. "True. We haven't really explored that ever. I don't know how-", he cut her off.

"I took care of that," he responded with a grin. "It's not going to be a problem."

"Oh, really," she replied, raising an eyebrow and coyly smiling at him, "So... just like that, huh? You've just rebuilt everything so it'll all work out, huh?"

He nodded smugly, returning back to her food just to egg her on.

"Even though it always was problematic before?" she asked.

"I told you..." he continued between bites, "I handled it." As he finished his mouthful of steak, he looked up at her and smiled once more. "It never really worked out before but now... but I made it so it'll almost be able to handle it."

"Almost?" her eyes widened, "How is 'almost' the same as 'it'll work out'?"

He leaned in slightly towards her. "Because," he explained softly, "Having to work to handle it is part of the fun. But I made sure you're gonna enjoy the work you have to do."

"Really," she asked with a grin, interested in spite of herself, "So are we going to need to go out for.... umm... supplies?"

He shook his head. "Nope," he replied curtly, "Not at all. Your body will take care of that now. And no worries about messy clean-up or accidents, either."

Her eyes went wide.

His eyes narrowed as his smile now showed teeth.

The shocked expression immediately washed over her and she felt her pulse quicken. "Oh," she exclaimed, wiggling around in her chair, "Oh. Ummm... you're right. I guess it will take care of itself after all. That's a really interesting sensation. This should be... an adventure. So I guess this means..." her voice trailed off.

"Yup," he agreed, "I'm going to fuck you in your ass and I'm going to fill your guts with cum."

***

"Yes!!" she screamed,

"Fuck me!!! Fuck me in my ass!!!" She lay facedown on the mattress in their room, with him on top of her eagerly granting her request.

Their foreplay had begun in the restaurant, and it continued to slowly build during a leisurely walk down to the ocean and some private time sitting on the beach in the setting sun. By the time they made it back to their room, their clothes were coming off as soon as the door closed. Even though he knew he didn't really need to, he took his time -for her. This avenue of sexual exploration had been one that had caused more than its' share of frustration over the years. Although there would be no such frustration any more, he wanted to savor the build-up before the tension was finally released.

He finally sank into her as she lay on her stomach on the mattress. Though both may have had ideas to the contrary at the beginning, they stayed in that position until they were both satiated.

As he filled up her back door, she understood what he said at the restaurant. His cock was just a bit too big for her. His huge cock was certainly daunting, but her pussy had been crafted to be a perfect receptacle for it. Tight and gripping, but not restrictive or painful. The walls of her pussy were able to clench and relax around him, varying the sensation and providing each of them what they needed. But her ass -now that the love of her life had changed it -was different.

It took more effort to push inside her -even with the lubrication provided by his pre-cum as well as what the inside of her ass was now capable of making. It was certainly tight. However, the sensation lay right on the precipice between pleasurable and uncomfortable. It was intense. And it felt so good.

She had always had difficulty with anal sex before -during the old life they shared together that now seemed so far away. She was capable of great pleasure from anal sex. She had even orgasmed from nothing more than anal penetration and brief stimulation of her clitoris. However, taking him inside her was always too much for her. Prior to the transformation of the past few days, she found herself only able to accommodate him inside her back door when she was highly aroused and greatly intent on having him there. During those times she could overcome the discomfort of the act and achieve surprisingly large amounts of pleasure from it. But afterwards, she found the results of that type of coupling too great for her to be able to handle. The stretching, the soreness, the feeling of being left distended and wide open -it was so much and it lasted for so long that it became prohibitive. With the addition of bacterial issues that can occasionally result from such acts, she found herself unwilling to engage in that activity any more -despite the fact that they both enjoyed it.

Her aversion to having him inside her ass built for years and became an issue in their marriage. She enjoyed it, and so did he. And both wanted to do it. But the consequences and the bad experience she had had to endure not only soured the act, but also made her reluctant to engage in any type of anal play -whether it be with toys, her lover's hands, or anything else. They had discussed it numerous times and had made many attempts over the years, but it was a huge stumbling block for her. And she hated it because of what it denied her. Of what it denied him. But now...

It was gone. All gone.

He thrust inside her and she felt intense pleasure. With it came the delectable hints of discomfort, but nothing anywhere near how it was before. Just him. In her. Deep. So... so deep.

And it hit her hard. There was just so much.

She could feel the soft sheets underneath her. She could feel his warm, hard body on her back. He bore most of his weight on his own forearms and legs, however it was unnecessary. Now, her perfect body ran deep with strength. She could take all his weight now and then some. But still, he pressed hard against her, his hips moving back and forth, but little else shifting. It seemed that every square inch of skin that wasn't touching the cotton of the sheets was connected to him.

She could feel his arms wrapped around beneath her, each one of her large breasts in one of his even larger hands. His face was pressed tightly cheek to cheek with her. Between her huge husband on her back and spilling over onto her sides and the bed upon which she lay, she was absolutely enveloped. He positively overwhelmed her with his closeness. His sweat mixed with hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath and feel the tickle of his lips and tongue on her ear. She could smell his arousal and his musk as she listened to the wet slapping of his hips connecting with the firmness of her ass.

And she could feel him penetrate into her. Deeper than she thought possible. Deeper into parts of her that had never been touched by anyone -or anything. And every time he plunged to what felt like the very center of her insides, more and more of what she carried slipped away.

She felt amazing. No more unbearable pain. No more feelings of inadequacy. No more shame. No more regret. She could finally give every part of herself over to the man she loved more than words could describe.

And those feelings just didn't overtake her -they crashed into her like a truck.

And she began to cry.

She urged her lover on and screamed her joy over and over. But as the intensity of the situation built, tears began to well from her eyes as her emotions overwhelmed her.

Instead of being put off by the situation, her husband steered into it, whispering into her ear as he speared her over and over again.

"You're amazing, baby" he said lovingly, "You're so perfect."

He continued to thrust into her, talking all the while.

"You're everything I need -everything I ever wanted."

"You fuck me so good."

"I'm so deep in your ass, baby. Your ass is incredible."

"I love you." "I love you." Over and over again. "I love you."

Time seemed to stand still and the room swirled around her. Emotions poured out of her in streams of tears and huge, wracking sobs. She made no attempt to hide it or stop it.

Her crying was borne of pure joy and happiness, as if washing away and exorcising all the negative emotions she had been carrying around in those silent places inside herself for so long.

"Keep fucking me!" she screamed in between sobs, "Don't fucking stop!" Any sense of decorum she may have had since her transformation were pushed aside.

"Your dick feels so good in my ass!" she was crying and screaming at the top of her lungs. "Deeper! Get deeper, baby! My ass is yours! Fucking take it!! Take it and don't fucking stop until we both cum!" She moved one of her hands underneath her and down to her abdomen. She wanted to feel even more of the experience as she rubbed her stomach where her husband's huge tool caused it to bulge back and forth in time with his intrusions.

Her body shook with ecstasy and in time with her sobs. She never would have imagined it, but she was unexpectedly -almost unexplainably -caught up in the middle of the most cathartic experience she had ever had. Although her body had changed, it was not until this moment where she truly became different. She was possessed of a fantastic feeling -that she could purge out of herself all the things that she wished she could change. All the things inside her that made her feel powerless. That she hated. That made her feel inadequate.

There, on the bed in another country, bawling her eyes out and flooding the mattress with happy tears while screaming madly with joy, and with her husband's cock deep in her ass... she finally felt like herself.

How she always wanted to feel. To be.

She felt alive.

Free.

And as her orgasm sped towards her -and his to him -she couldn't recall ever wanting anything so bad. It was if their climax would be the event that caused them to turn the corner into a new life.

Her ass stretched as her husband's mighty cock throbbed. She heard him yell and felt the first jet of liquid heat flood into her. It ignited her own orgasm with a bang that couldn't have been more sudden and impactful if it were a gunshot. It hit her hard -not with a bang, but with a complete, unrelenting, and total release.

"Baaaabbbyyyyyy YYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!" she screamed until her breath gave out. He pumped and pumped and pumped inside her, still thrusting through both of their orgasms. Like such a good husband.

She could feel his pulsations as he emptied himself into her, however she could not feel it splash against her inner walls. Instead, each jet of cum that he gave her seemed to disappear inside of her. It was not splashing back out of her as they fucked. Instead the more he gave, the more she took -as if she were completely bottomless. She loved it. It thrilled her. There, almost disappearing under the massive body of her man, she felt more empowered than she had ever been.

"More cum!" she yelled, "More fucking cum!!!! I can take it, baby!! I can take it all!!" still convulsing in her own orgasm, she urged her husband on as he spent himself in her. She barely noticed that her joyful weeping was now joyful laughter. "Give it to me!" she continued to urge loudly, one fist clenched and pounding on the mattress in joy; reaching out with her will to blast him off to a second orgasm just as his first was beginning to subside. "I can take it now, baby!" she yelled with frenzied joy, grabbing one of his hands as she thrust her ass back at him. "I'm gonna make you blow your load until you go dry inside my ass, baby!" She fucked back against him animalistically now, commanding a third orgasm from him as the second one was ending. "Give it to me!!!! I can take it ALL!!!!!!"

All his weight was on her now. He was lost in his bliss, completely powerless to stop her and completely unwilling to try. He was motionless, with the only movement needed being the strong clenching and releasing of her muscular ass driving his wildly throbbing dick in and out of her. He was buried to the root deep inside her, completely at her mercy and, joyfully, she had completely surrendered to him.

"That's it, baby, let me drain that dick," she cooed as his third orgasm ran its' course. "This ass is yours baby. Fuck it whenever you want to. Empty your balls in my ass any time you need to."

When he was done, he collapsed on her, dick still hilted in her back door.

She lay there totally content. She made no movement to remove him or his cock. She was complete and happy and whole and free and new and she intended to stay that way for a while.

Neither of them could identify the precise moment where he dislodged from her and lay on the bed. Both only knew that one minute they were joined as one person, and the next she lay in his arms with her legs draped over his hips. Still, in many ways, joined as one person. Sleep surrounded them both and pulled them away together.

The sun had long since set and the room was illuminated only by moonlight when both found the other awake. Sleepily, they kissed and lay in each other's embrace looking out the window at the night sky. For a while neither spoke -each half-expected sleep to reclaim one or both of them. But that wasn't to be the case -at least for a little while.

"How are you?" he asked his bride. She let out a sigh of contentment, faintly tracing lines on his chest with her finger as he held her.

"I," she said, "Am absolutely fantastic."

He kissed her head softly. "I'm glad," he replied, "It seemed like earlier got a bit... intense."

She looked up at him. "You have no idea," she answered with emphasis, "That was..." her voice trailed off. "Yeah. That was probably the most intense thing I've ever experienced."

"It seemed that way," he agreed, "Was it just a physical thing or-"

"That was part of it, definitely," she interjected, "But that wasn't the biggest thing."

She sat up in the bed and shifted so that he was facing him. After an instant, she scooted up against him, lay one of her naked thighs across his and put her hand on his stomach, unwilling to surrender the close physical contact she left when she rose out of his arms. She thought for a minute before she spoke. "I honestly can't explain it completely," she began, "But it wasn't just about having you inside me there. I mean... it was but it wasn't." He stayed silent, letting her formulate her thoughts. "We haven't been here a week," she went on, "And because of the ring so much has changed. But it was hard to wrap my head around it and appreciate it."

Still silent, he nodded in agreement, moving his hand to gently caress her bare shoulder. "But," she continued, "It never hit me that it went beyond the physical." She turned completely toward him, taking his free hand in both of hers. "It's always been something that weighed on me," she elaborated, "That you loved being in my ass and I loved you being there, but it never worked out."

"It never was a big deal for me," he interjected, "You didn't have to feel -"

She cut him off gently. "I know," she assured him, "Oh God, baby, I know. You were never anything but understanding. And I never felt like you held it against me. But I held it against me. It was a big deal for ME."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I never realized."

She squeezed his hand in hers and brought it to her lips to kiss. "No need to be sorry," she replied, "It honestly wasn't anything bad. I mean... it bugged me, sure... because we both liked it. And whenever we would try, it wouldn't work out and those bad memories made the next time even harder, and the next time even harder than that... And it just... "

"But tonight," she said after a pause, "Was different. It was all washed away. With everything that happened before, it was about making things better. But this took something negative and made it into a positive. It didn't just improve... it healed. And once I realized that, everything just... came flooding out."

Her gaze met his and the seriousness was clear on her face. "Honestly, baby," she said intently, "Up until a while ago I never realized that what's happened to us has changed us at a deeper level."

"Do you think that change is a bad thing?" he asked.

"No," she answered firmly, "Not at all. I mean... there were times over the past few days that I asked myself that. I've been looking for that. Looking for signs that this is having a negative impact. But I've felt so close to you... more than ever before... and the parts of us inside that we love all seem to be there."

"I agree," he added, "As far as you and I go, the way you love me has been impossible to ignore. Not by me or anyone else."

"I can say the same for you," she replied, kissing his fingers once more, "The heart of the man I love is still there. Maybe even bigger. But I was cautious about being worse off as a person... I never realized there would be a positive change."

"Well," he added, barely suppressing a joking smile, "Awesome butt sex will do that to a person."

She playfully swatted his arm. "I knew you weren't going to be able to be serious this whole time," she joked.

He sat up in the bed and kissed her. She reciprocated and they sat there for several moments, enjoying the taste of each other. When they were finished, he spoke first. "You know," he inquired, "I have to agree with you. I've never felt this close to you before."

She nodded. "This is so much more -even than when we first got married," he added.

"Why do you think that is?" she asked as she leaned forward and snuggled up to him, her head on his chest.

"It's nothing that either of us did," he replied, more of a statement than an inquiry.

"No," she agreed, "It wasn't."

"Well, then," he decided, "It must be the sex."

She sat up. "Really," she replied, joking sarcasm evident in her tone, "That's the best answer you can come up with?"

"Well," he retorted, "Think about it. Sex promotes intimacy. And we've been having a lot of sex. A lot of sex. And we changed each other to be more receptive to the other. And we also made sure the orgasms we have are beyond some of the limits of the human body."

"You got that right," she agreed with a lusty smile.

"So think about it," he continued, "What if it was just an unexpected consequence of what we did for each other? What if we've been dramatically increasing our sense of intimacy and closeness every time we make love?"

Her short fingernails played across the bare skin of his thigh. "I say we get to fucking again." She stated. He kissed her once more on the head.

"So," he asked rhetorically, "You don't mind our sex life making us feel more connected with each other?"

"Absolutely not," she purred with a smile, "You're my favorite person in the whole world. And the way I've felt connected to you the past few days is the best I've felt in my entire life."

"Well," he summarized, "Let's get to fucking." As he leaned in and kissed her, her expression changed and she put a hand on his chest.

"Wait a minute," she interjected. "What?" he asked, confused. "Remember how you talked about unexpected consequences?" she asked. He nodded slowly, not quite following her lead. "While we were talking, I realize that I felt totally full."

He seemed confused. "Ummm..." was all he could muster.

"I'm saying," she elaborated, "That after we finished I felt full. I mean absolutely stuffed." He still felt lost.

"Well," he piped up, hesitant with his lack of understanding, "I mean, you were full when I was-"

"Not that way," she interrupted. She paused for a minute. "OK," she backpedaled, "Let me ask you this: what don't you notice a lot of on the bed?"

"Errrrrr..." he tried, "Blankets? Pillows?"

She shook her head in comical exasperation. "No, you big goof," she responded, "Look at the sheets. What would they normally look like after we were finished?"

It now started to dawn on him. "You're right," he agreed, "I can see the residual wetness where you squirted when you came, but nothing of mine. I absolutely flooded you and I don't think I see a drop."

"Right," she agreed, "Nothing really left. And like I said... I feel full. Just stuffed. Like I just ate dinner right after we came back from dinner."

"I get what you're saying," he said, "But what caused it."

Again, she swatted his arm. "You, you dufus," she chided playfully, "You spent all that time with that huge dick buried up my ass. And it felt like you pumped about 20 gallons of cum up into me. It even felt like it sloshed out and up into my stomach. And if it stayed there, what did you think was going to happen to it?"

He laughed now. "OK," he capitulated, "You were right. That was really, really an unexpected consequence."

"I'll say," she agreed, "But really... you put that much cum into the part of my body that digests food... what the hell did you think was gonna happen?"

He put his hand up defensively, yet playfully. "That was not my intention," he explained, "I never gave a second of thought about feeding you in reverse like that. That's just... weird."

"You think it's weird," she exclaimed, chuckling, "How do you think I feel? Weirdest way to eat dessert ever."

"And," she added after a second of laughter, "Can we please not refer to it as 'feeding me in reverse' ever EVER again? It doesn't make it any less weird."

"Fair enough," he agreed, "So... do we need to fix it?" Her eyes darted down to the bet with a bit of embarrassment. "Noooo," she said softly, "I didn't say I didn't like it.... It's just something we probably should just agree to not discuss anymore."

They both shared a few moments of laughter at the absurdity of the situation. They then lay back down in bed, but as they cuddled once more and prepared to get back to sleep, he could tell that something weighed heavy on her mind. When he asked her about it, it took her some time before she answered.

"It's just," she fumbled, "It's just... what happens when we go home?" "What do you mean," he asked, confused, "Like... are you wondering if what happened to us is going to vanish or something?" "Oh, no," she retorted, "I know that won't happen. From the moment the ring bonded with me, I knew whatever happened was going to be as permanent as we wanted to make it."

"OK," he answered, "So, that's the most obvious thing out of the way. There's a few other ways you can interpret what you said." "I'm wondering about everything," she elaborated, "Once we go home, we have lives. Friends. Families. Jobs. What's going to happen? It's not like they're not going to notice." "Well," he joked, "I mean... some of my family we only see once every year or two, so they might not even notice..."

"I'm being serious," she retorted. "I know you are," he replied, "I just don't have any answers about that." He thought for a moment. "Do you think," he began, "That we could use the ring to figure out something?" "It depends," she answered, "Are you talking about making people forget? Or not notice? Or like making an entirely new life?"

"No," he countered quickly, "Nothing that drastic. But not noticing sounds fine." "Until someone wants to get you into a compact car" she retorted jokingly, "I don't think hiding it is the best option. I think that would just set us up for having to fix things down the road if something goes wrong. What if people just assumed how we are now is how we've always been?"

He thought for a moment. "That could work," he mused, "It seems simple enough. Could you or I do that?" "No," she answered hesitantly, "At least..." She paused.

"Not without the other part of the ring."

He raised his eyebrow. "So," he asked, "One of us would have to keep the whole ring on a permanent basis for this to work?" "No," she told him, shaking her head, "But the divided power of the ring isn't enough to make that work. It's a pretty broad-scale effect. The ring would need to be whole. And besides," she added reaching out and taking his hand.

"If it meant one of us having to give up any part of what we had, we'd just have to find another way around it. That would be out of the question."

He shrugged his shoulders. "OK," he said, "So, uh... how do I give you back the ring?" She looked at him quizzically. "Why me?" she asked, "You can take the ring, too." He shook his head. "You're the one who bonded with the ring in the first place," he reminded her, "And besides... the ring is in three parts. You've still got the copper one somewhere inside you, remember?" She scratched her head. "As a matter of fact," she answered, "I did forget about that until just now. So I guess it would be easier for me to do it."

"So," he asked, "How do you get the ring out of me?" She grinned. "Well," she began, "First, I'd imagine you'd have to be willing. And then I have to pull it out of you. And fortunately... I know exactly how to accomplish both in one fell swoop." She turned her gaze downward to the lower half of his naked body. She smiled and beckoned at him. "Come to momma," she said.

Instantly, he throbbed and rose up to meet her. He idly noticed that, as they exerted basic influences over each other's bodies, there was less and less outward signs of the use of the power of the rings. It was as if they responded to the call of their lover without question. She bent over and opened her mouth and, without missing a beat his organ rose and settled on her tongue. She closed her lips around him and gently licked and sucked. He could see a faint sliver mist seem to appear from his body and coalesce around his member. It flowed upwards through and around his penis as his wife's mouth went downward. Once they met in the middle of his cock, he observed the mist quickly disappear inside its' first host.

And her mouth shot open as she sprang directly upright. There was a look of shock on her face as all the muscles in her naked body went taut.

She began to breathe rapidly. "Ooohhh," she moaned softly. Her eyes got even wider.

"Baby?" he asked, concern clearly evident in his voice, "Are you OK? Babe? What's going on?"

Her eyes clamped shut. She went absolutely rigid and, for a moment, her breathing stopped.

When it began again, light began to seep from her pores. And while her glowing skin wasn't strange enough, when her eyes opened, they glowed so brightly that they illuminated everywhere she looked as if they were flashlights.

She turned her gaze upon him and he immediately felt almost crushed by its' weight and its' power. "My love," she cooed at him, her voice transformed now. It shimmered and echoed, both impossibly loud and incredibly soft and seemed as if a single voice and an entire choir all at once.

"My love," she repeated, "I can finally see now." He felt conflicted as she spoke. Her power made it difficult even to cast his eyes upon her, while her alluring magnetism made it so he never wanted to look at anything but her.

"I've finally been able to tap into the true power of the ring," she continued, "And I've finally been able to open myself up to it so I can finally ascend."

"What do you mean?" he managed to sputter out, while wanting nothing more than to be crushed beneath the radiating power of her sexuality.

"I've achieved what was destined for me," she explained, her voice a sultry and terrifying melody, "I've become a goddess."

"Goddess?" he stammered in reply.

"Yes," she replied, "I've moved beyond mortality and humanity. I've moved beyond concepts like sexuality, lust, beauty, and power. All of them reside in me now. I embody them. I am them. And I can use my power to reshape the fabric of the world."

He had to fight to resist the desire to worship at her feet. Hearing her voice... looking upon her... even being in her presence was wracking him with waves of lust and love and pleasure and passion.

"I can make nations kneel before me," she proclaimed, "Make my every whim their heart's desire. I can make the world fall at my feet to serve me. To make them serve us. And I will make them love it."

She was everything he ever wanted and so much more he never even knew he did. Her body had changed into the embodiment of ultimate perfection. It was almost impossible to describe. The body she had been in was still there. But he also was able to see every other shape and manner of woman he had ever desired. Her body was at once what he wanted it to be and somehow -in with and under that -was also what everyone else had ever wanted. Her voice was the most beautiful song he had ever heard, and the most lust-stirring sound ever ripped from the most passionate of lovemaking. Her skin glowed and her hair blew gently in a breeze that wasn't there. The erect tips of her perfect nipples leaked small droplets of milk made from pure fertility. Nectar glistened at the lips of the work of art that was her labia, and ran in delicate trails of orgasmic need down the insides her perfect thighs. He was harder now than he had ever been before -almost painfully so -and her body called out to him. Demanded of him. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and surrender every part of him completely to her.

His wife was a goddess gracing the earth with her presence.

And it felt so wrong.

He managed to steel himself and muster the nerve to make eye contact with her. "Baby," he began, having to fight to even consider himself worthy of speaking to her, "This isn't right."

She cocked her head quizzically at him, as if regarding a strange insect. "Yes it is," she corrected him, "This is as it should be. It's simply what's best. It's what's best for us."

He shook his head. His insides were screaming at him for even thinking about disagreeing with lust personified who graced him with her presence. Everything about him wanted her. Desired her. Needed her.

Except the part that wanted his wife back.

Because even if this was her -it wasn't. Standing before him was the embodiment of raw sexuality that made him want to fuck until he had nothing more to give her and ceased to be. But it wasn't the woman he married. Whatever had happened to her, it had obscured the qualities about her that made him love her more than anyone else he could imagine. Her heart. Her kindness. Her loving, loyal, fierce, selfless, funny, interesting, adventurous personality. It was completely hidden by the sex goddess before him, and he began to worry it wouldn't come back.

"No," he finally mustered the courage to say, "It's not."

The avatar of sex personified recoiled as if stung. "What do you mean?" she asked aghast, "Don't you want those things? Don't you want me?"

"Of course I do," he capitulated, "Of course I want you. More than anything ever. More than I can even comprehend.

"But I don't love you."

It seemed as if saying that statement out loud gave him some miniscule measure of power against her that he could grab ahold of.

"I love the woman that you were a few minutes ago," he continued, "A few weeks ago. A few years ago. I love the woman I married long before we ever saw that ring. And if you aren't willing to bring her back," he marshalled his nerve before finally completing his statement.

"Then I don't want you."

What only could be described as shock crept into her features. Seeing a crack -however microscopic it may be -in the overwhelming power radiating off of her gave him resolve to defy her further -even if just for another moment.

"But you're my love," she replied, confused, "I want to share this all with you." She moved slinkily towards him, as if a pool of liquid sex was rolling his way. She got enticingly, irresistibly, uncomfortably close to him. "You would be my avatar in this world. I will give you everything you could possibly imagine." Her hand began to caress his chest. "People will obey you just as if you were me. All the pleasure your body has experienced up until now will pale in comparison to what I can give you." Her hand drifted down towards toward the throbbing pillar of his erection.

"No thanks. I'll pass," he said as he grabbed her hand. He knew that once she touched him there, he'd have no hope of resisting her whatsoever. She was now visibly confused.

"But why?" she asked. "Because," he replied, "That's not what I want.

"I want my wife."

"But I am your wife, my lover," she insisted. He let go of her hand and backed away, shaking his head.

"You might be some corrupted version of her," he explained, "But I don't see any of the important parts of the woman I fell in love with."

"I don't understand," she stated.

"You probably don't," he said, "But my wife would. I'd like to talk to her."

Her face melted into a mask of contempt. "I don't know what I ever saw in you," she hissed raw sexuality erupting into intimidating power, "You make me sick!" She closed the distance between them again, positively fuming. He stood his ground and put on a brave face, despite hardly being able to breathe. He knew his window of opportunity was closing and if he was going to get through to her, it would have to be soon.

"I can't believe," she spat, full of disgust, "That I ever wanted to share myself with someone as pathetic as you. I could have laid the entire world at your feet. Everything and everyone could have been yours. You deserve nothing but contempt. I should strip away everything good from you and leave you broken! Leave you alone and unwanted until you ended your miserable excuse for a life!!!"

"You could," he agreed, adopting an almost placating tone. He didn't want to try to play chicken with the goddess standing in front of him. He had absolutely no chance of winning. "You absolutely could," he went on, "And there would be nothing I could do to stop you. But if you really were my wife, you'd never even think that."

Her features became malevolent. Dark. Beautifully horrifying. "HOW DARE YOU," she demanded. Before she could continue, he interrupted her:

"I love you, baby. Please talk with me."

She was positively incredulous. "I could tear away everything that you are whenever I wanted!"

"And I couldn't stop you if you did. And if this is who you are now, I'd rather you do it. Because without my wife, it's not worth anything anymore. Please talk to me, darling."

Her expression and aura of menace didn't change, but she fell silent. He was breaking beneath the weight of her power now. He didn't have much longer.

"I love you, baby," he said even more softly, "I don't know how much longer I'll be able to talk, but I wanted you to hear me say it until I can't anymore..."

He reached out and grabbed the hand of a goddess.

Hoping to hold the hand of a human.

"I love you. And I'll never stop loving you. No matter what."

"Baby," she replied. And it was her. Not whatever stood before him. But her. She was in the body of a goddess and speaking with the voice of angels... but it was her.

"Baby, I'm scared."

He embraced her, willing to risk falling off the precipice into unwilling servitude for a chance to be with her. "I know," he reassured her, trying to sound confident, "I know. I love you, and I'll help you however I can."

"I don't know how long I can hold on," she said, angelic voice breaking, "I don't want to be this. But I don't want to not be."

"Whatever you do," he reassured her, "I'm right here with you. I don't care about the ring. I don't care about what happened the past week or servants or power or goddesses or any of that. All I want is you."

The breath was knocked out of him as a huge wave of invisible pressure punched through the room. All at once he could no longer feel the presence of the goddess. He looked and saw his wife.

His wife as she had been remade the past week, but his wife. Any questions he had remaining were answered when their eyes met. "I'm so sorry," she said, collapsing into his arms, weeping. "I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over, "I'm so sorry."

He assured her once that she had nothing to be forgiven for. For the rest of the time, he held her tight as they both sank down and sat together on the floor. Several moments passed and, before he could speak, she wiped her eyes and looked at him.

"Thank you, baby," she said, seeming almost rushed as she did so, "Thank you so much. But I need your help. I can't keep this... It's too much... Too tempting" Her words trailed off. Before he had a chance to say anything, she kissed him deeply.

For the briefest hint of an instant, out of the corner of his eye, he could see a silver mist. For his lack of ability to see it, he felt it plainly as his portion of the ring's power returned to him. It felt as if a light turned on inside his head, bringing him from darkness to light. He felt invigorated and powerful. Alive in a way he only knew when connected to the ring that was still bonded to his wife.

The first thought through his head, when he felt once again the portion of the power of the ring, was how much power she must have had control of.

And how much that could affect a person.

She seemed visibly and profoundly relieved, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of her shoulders.

Or the weight of godhood.

She collapsed onto the floor and relaxed, almost sinking down into the carpet.

"Are you OK?' he asked after several minutes.

"Now," she replied, "I'm fine. I think."

"So..." he began, "What happened?"

She took a deep breath, seeming to gather her thoughts for a moment. "I don't know how to really describe it," she said at last, "But It was like the training wheels had been taken off of the ring."

He looked at her quizzically. "Do you know what happened?" he asked.

"The only thing I can think of," she replied, "Is that using the ring's power for the past few days made me more... understanding of it, I guess. It felt like having mastered a complex computer program. There was just so much more available to me than there was at the beginning."

He nodded. "How are you now?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"I'm... better now," she replied with a touch of hesitation, "I can't still feel what it felt like -I don't think I have the capacity without the complete ring. But I can still understand. Does that make sense?" After he nodded, she continued.

"It was the scariest thing I can even think of. But it was also the best thing I've ever experienced. But not in a good way... But in a great way. And an awful way."

"I think I understand," he replied, "Like it was something great that you didn't want to want?"

She nodded rapidly. "I think that's a good way to describe it," she said, "I felt... I guess I was... a... goddess. The things I could feel... see..." her voice trailed off as she stared off into space, lost in her memory. As she spoke again, he could see her eyes briefly tear up. "I didn't want that," she whispered, almost as if to herself, "But part of me hates that I have to be without it now."

It took several minutes of silence before she felt fit to speak again. During that time, she stayed in his arms, staring off into space and thinking. When she had gathered her thoughts enough, she shifted and made eye contact with her husband. "I'm sorry," she said. As he began to speak to put her mind at ease, she gently cut him off. "No," she rebuffed, holding his hand as she did. "I need to say it. I never wanted to say those things to you. I didn't really mean them... but I did. I just remember how mad you made me and feeling no need to say anything but what I felt right at the moment. It was just like... there was no need to give any thought about what I said or did to someone who was so far... beneath me. But that doesn't -"

Now it was his turn to interrupt. "No one should be held responsible for every thought that goes through their mind," he said, "Keeping self-control and showing respect for others can be hard enough when people get drunk. I can't even imagine how hard that would be if you caught a case of goddess-itis."

She snickered. "Yeah," she agreed, "I guess impulse control wasn't high on my list at that particular time."

"So," he asked after a moment, "How did you stop it?"

"It just stopped," she responded frankly, "The ring is incredibly powerful. But it's just a thing. When I had complete access to it again, I opened myself up to the power it had and that was what happened. Once I wanted it to stop, it just stopped. It was like turning off the lights you don't need in the house."

He raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" he asked. "That's all?"

She shrugged. "I wish it was less anti-climactic," she admitted, "But... yeah. Once I had a second to see what was happening to me, I just kind of... pushed it aside, I guess."

He ran his fingers lovingly through her hair. "You're the strongest person I know," he told her, "I don't think I'd be able to turn my back on godhood like that."

She kissed his hand. "And I don't know," she retorted, "If I could stare down a god like that. Don't sell yourself short trying to compliment me, mister."

After a moment, she felt him grow more serious. "Then we need to talk," he stated, "About what we do from here."

"I think so, too," she replied.

"First of all," he began, "How do we stop this from happening again?"

"Well," she replied, "I don't know if it will be the same if I ever have access to the complete ring again. But I'm fine with never finding that out."

"Fair enough," he responded, "But now I think the question needs to be asked... do we even keep the ring?"

She resisted the urge to immediately give her knee-jerk reaction. She knew that this warranted serious consideration. "I don't know," she finally replied, almost feeling like the answer was a cop-out, "I think that idea has some merits. But I think that there are some disadvantages, too. What are your thoughts?"

"First and foremost," he began, "Do you think we could continue on and resist the temptation to get consumed by the power of the ring?"

"I think," she answered after some thought, "That's a valid question. And I don't think that's going to be an issue any time soon, but if we do keep it, there's going to have to be some sort of... safety measures that we figure out."

"So then do we even keep it?"

She stayed silent while mulling over the question, as did he. "I don't want to let it go," she confessed, "But I also don't want it to ruin our lives. Or anyone else's."

He nodded. "I agree," he responded with a sense of hesitation, "But what happens if we get rid of it? Can we destroy it?"

She shook her head no. "I'm almost sure that's not possible."

"So then if we get rid of it... what's going to happen when someone else finds it? When someone else is able to access the power you did a little bit ago?"

She shook her head, as if not wanting to contemplate what he was hinting at. "I didn't walk away from being a goddess to end up being one's slave sometime later."

He nodded his head. "I agree," he replied, "But as much as we can say we want to be responsible, we also have to agree that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. And we also have to agree that there's the chance the next person may not have good intentions and may walk straight to Hell with a smile on their face."

"And take the world with them," she finished. Both fell silent under the weight of what they were considering.

She was the first to speak. "I don't think," she began, "That it's a secret that we both really like the ring and what it's done." He nodded and smiled, unable to even pretend that she wasn't right. "So," she continued, "I think the core of the issue is whether or not we can trust ourselves to keep going and not give into temptation."

He nodded his agreement. "So," he asked, "Would we feel comfortable if we made some sort of fail-safe? Maybe something like the ring can't be made whole again without both of us agreeing to it?"

After a few more minutes of discussion, both agreed that was the best option. With a gold flash in her eyes, and a flash of silver in his, it was done. Both sat there on the carpet in silence for some time afterwards. The enormity of the situation had finally set in for both of them. The past 5 days had been awash in lust and hormones and power and orgasm. But -for possibly the first time -the reality of the situation had now settled over both of them.

They were different people than they were a week ago. And now, with the agreement that the ring would not be given up, they both began to realize that the people that they were would most likely never return. Both were confident that the core of their personality was the same. Neither would have accepted such power and all that came with it at the cost of either of their souls. But the two lovers had now finally begun to realize that, not only were they both more than they were before, but they were more now than just mere humans. And as each began to come to grips with that fact, they realized that there would need to be frequent future conversations about boundaries. About responsibility.

But those could wait. They were both together. And now having fully turned the corner on their old lives and beginning to walk down the road of the new, all the two wanted was to be together.

They stepped into the shower together and cleaned one another in the hot water from the multiple jets and shower heads. And while their hands drifted and caressed one another, sex was as far as possible from their minds. As the minutes wore on, it seemed as if the lovers were washing something altogether different than soap and dirt from the other. No words were spoken. Their hands said everything that needed to be said.

Dried off and naked, they returned to bed and settled in the dark under the covers. She found the spot inside his arms that she loved so much inside his arms. As he wrapped those huge arms around her, one hand went down between her legs and cupped her mound, feeling her soft lips against his palm. The other hand held onto one of her perfect breasts. Her hand reached downward and gripped his warm length.

And then they pressed close to one another. They both fell into sleep, neither feeling the desire for sex. Instead, they put consciousness behind them as close as they could possibly be to each other.