The Great Goddess Tree Tale

XIV - Attack on the deers

It was one hour for the sunset when the newly designated Goddess Summer invited him to a branch up. She would not speak, but they would already have a kind of a silent dialogue. Mat climbed the tree up for the first time and settled in a thick sidelong branch. He looked above him and saw the beauty of the Tree. Its dark-iced color, the texture in its branches and trunk. Everything was magical.

The Goddess Summer laid her foot to him. As under a request, he obviously obeyed and began putting his fingers in it and through it. Caresses and sweet tiny kisses tickled and the Goddess was enjoying the stay.

Suddenly, she gazed at the horizon. She gathered herself up, stood up and reached to the edge of the branch. Mat could not understand anything and thus kept observing what was happening. A herd of deer was approaching: deers from the Isle with the same size as the ones from the continent were pasturing along this Woodland, a not as big herd, with around twenty animals.

The Goddesses climbed up the branches and kept on peeking, each one in an opposite position. The animals were not far, but out of the range of the Tree, out of the range of the Goddesses actions. As in a magic trick, another horrifying characteristic of the Tree showed itself to the Mat's ordinary eyes: from the ice-color raw roots, a great green lawn was quickly forming. It was a beautiful magical lawn, which just as the apple was growing while expanding itself to the exterior. Mat was looking at that and could not believe in what was being portrayed right in front of him: that lawn could not be there. It simply started growing rapidly and has expanded to one and a half feet tall. Mat froze while holding himself in the trunk.

The deers were attracted to the green lawn: first, came a male with great antlers; next, several females came to savor the wondrous lawn. Mat observed his surroundings and could find the three Goddesses, each one in an opposite branch. They were positioned ready to attack with their muscles teased, just as a lioness in a savannah, crawling silently as the big felines. The Goddess Summer was in a branch next to Mat and was observing everything.

The deers were already feeding on the lawn when the strondous wind came in many opposite directions. Silence has blown. It was the Goddesses who had jumped from a height of more than 16-feet tall. Each one of them grabbed a deer, and Goddess Winter went directly to the male's neck, grabbing him by the antlers and biting his neck. Under a preterhuman power, she asphyxiated the great male with a bite in its trachea, and the animal fell dead with googly eyes, stunned by the sudden attack.

Horror spread through the herd and it ran away desperately; Mat was observing the scene with horror: it was just as if he had witnessed an attack performed by Lions in the savannah. Now all the true power from those beautiful Amazonian bodies could be proven. They could rip off whole body parts easily; those beasts weighed more than 220 pounds and the Goddesses overpowered them as a grown man does with a tiny dog on the floor.

It was simply frightful and horribly beautiful that spectacle: Mat was astonished and could not even move a finger since the beginning of the attack. All the great and beautiful Goddesses now looked like what Mat imagined from the start: felines in supernatural human bodies, they were carnivores with a strength bigger than six men each.

One more horrendous characteristic of the Goddesses showed up: ready to attack, their incisors and canines augmented in such form and size positioning as if in their mouths there was a large sharp dagger in the upper part. In the inferior, the canines also protruded a little bit. Their delicious mouths, of colorful lips, now were big mouths of thirsty predators, and their nails looked like claws, tapering in pointed shapes. It was their Goddesses under lionesses' skins.

The sight was not pleasant, however. Lionesses, tigresses during lunch time. It would not be a good time to be on the top of the Tree, thought Mat. Slowly he began to descend from the Tree, not wanting to make any noise. He hit the floor and managed to get his shirt that was close to the deer with their bodies open. He walked around behind the Tree and said goodbye to that Horror Theater. When he was far away, he hurried to his horse. The sun was already set when he left with the carriage on the road.

"Phew! I do not know how I can survive this superhuman addiction! By the grace of gods! Go on horse! Hyah! Let's get out of this place!"

However, he put the hand in his head and had a fright.

"My hat! I forgot it in the Tree... It does not matter; I am not coming back there for sure."

He arrived at the beginning of the night in the Inn. He hurried through the door and went into the lavatory. Kalima was in his office, next to the main entrance, and as she noticed him, went to greet him.

Mat was all dirty and should have been cleaned right away. His pants were torn and his white doctor's shirt was stained with deer blood. He locked the door of the lavatory and still with the clothes on he threw himself into the hot tub. It began to clean. Blood would not easily come off the shirt.

"Mat are you there?" asked Kalima. "I had already booked the lavatory for a guest at this time. Open the door."

"Kalima, it's me! Wait a moment, a moment... I am already going..."

After a few minutes, Mat opened the door, visibly nude and excited, erect.

"Mat! God, put on your clothes! We have guests here! You are, uh, excited... What have you seen in the tub to get like that?"

"Come, my love! I was totally missing your bronze body."

He closed the door and strongly pushed Kalima towards the door. He began undressing her, ripping off the clothes and licking her just as the Goddesses would.

"Mat, stop. The guests need to use the lav... Ahnn... Ahnn...

She talked, but he would not listen to her. After thirstily licking her genitals, he dominated her from behind and began to love each other in a strong rhythm. The door would screak, and the guests suspected of the noise. Mat unloaded his craziness in Kalima, the anger and astonishment craved in his muscles forced Kalima against the door in a way like the vicious love of the Goddesses. If anybody could hear it, it would not matter. Now he was the King.

The King of Harem.

The King of Kalima and the bloody Goddesses.

The King of the Tree.

The King of the Great Isle's Goddess Tree.