Free Submit to Sin by Nicolette Allain Page A

suffused her being. She felt it then, a weight not Earl's but belonging to Him, to the Other, to Cernunnos, the Horned God of Lust. She felt His holy phallus enter her fill her, driving the pleasure from her pussy all throughout her body in a white hot phosphorous glow.
    You have called. I have answered. His voice echoed in her head as the pleasure faded to a dull hum.
    "I... didn't mean to call," she whispered.
    You have called. I have answered. What boon would you have me bestow?
    She opened her mouth to protest again, then shut it. He was right. Whether she had intended to call Him or not, she had a desire... had desires that were going unmet. She glanced askance at the silent slumbering form next to her.
    "My husband... he isn't very creative. In bed. Or open to trying new things."
    And you desire novelty?
    "I just want... I just want him to be willing to experiment a little. I want him to try expanding his sexuality beyond, you know, missionary with the lights out."
    The air held an anticipatory atmosphere, as if Cernunnos was considering her words.
    "I have needs to," she said, mostly to fill the silence.
    You desire that your husband's needs grow more complex. Then let his appetite for novelty blossom. Henceforth shall his desires expand, and nevermore shall he be satisfied by simple sexuality.
    "Okay," she said, trying to figure out what he meant.
    So mote it be.
    "So mote it be," she heard herself echo.
    His presence abated, and she found herself alone next to her sleeping husband. A wave of drowsiness overcame her excitement, pulling her down, dragging her to sleep.
     
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    To sleep, perchance to dream.
    Beth's dream were those of sensation, without visuals. She felt, first, her lust, growing, mingling with the almost profound awe that Cernunnos had inspired. She felt the unfulfilled lust she'd suffered through her marriage to Earl, the kinks she'd never gotten to try, the games she'd never been able to play, the side of her sexuality she'd never been able to flaunt. He hadn't been her first, but none of the men she'd dated before him had been very sexually adventurous either.
    For a long time, the mundane vanilla sex was fine. She got off, they got off, everybody felt closer. But as she aged, her tastes grew nuanced. She needed more, and now Cernunnos had offered it to her.
    The thought brought pleasure. At first a general warm buzz, but it soon narrowed and grew defined, localized, centralized in her womanhood. Still half asleep she felt herself writhe, heard herself moan.
    Her rambling fingers brushed against the hair on the head of the man between her legs. Her husband's hair.
    She rose to consciousness. "Earl?"
    He looked up at her from between her legs, clear blue eyes focusing on hers intently, his lips and tongue not pausing in their exploratory caresses.
    Surprise at his actions momentarily overrode the pleasure his gentle touches were bringing to her.
    "What are you--" She was cut off by her own gasp as he slipped a finger inside her.
    In the past Earl had always gone down on her as a matter of preparation for intercourse. While it felt nice, it wasn't really anything too special.
    This, though, this was different. This was Earl using his tongue and lips and fingers acting in concert to bring her pleasure. The fact that he'd started on her before she'd woken was an even bigger surprise; he'd never been into morning sex, and she doubted that the idea of performing oral on his sleeping wife had ever crossed her mind.
    His tongue-work and fingers drove further thought out of her mind as he brought her to climax, her head falling back to the bed, hips bucking. His firm hands held her to the bed.
    "Earl," she managed. "What's gotten into you?"
    He grinned up at her. "You should be more concerned with what's going to get into you."
    Dirty talk -- no matter how cheesy -- was another thing that Earl Carpenter never did. Until now, apparently. Was this what Cernunnos had promised?
    He crawled up her body, chin