Qingu cocked his head watching the delectable mortal as she went through the process of denial that all mortals seemed to do when meeting a god. Her outrage was delicious. It smelled of equal parts desperation and desire.
Even though he had been imprisoned for the last hundred thousand years, brought low by Marduk, the son of a hyena and treacherous mate of the Queen of Heaven, he had been able to keep abreast of mortals. He knew of the empires they built that turned to ash and sand over time. He knew of the new god they had crowned, Elihu, the desert dwelling god of unwashed sheep herders and celibate Romans. He knew of the Age of Reason, the revolutions to overthrow men who would claim to be the dead god's right hand, and the toys they built to make themselves faster than a swift river. He read their words, enjoyed their music, laughed at their obeisance to the ridiculous notion of sexual purity. How could a man judge if a wife were fertile unless she had many lovers and at least one child with one of them?
He also knew that the gods he had sought to rule so long ago were dead, his sweet Tiamat, the treacherous Marduk, the beauteous Damkina, the fierce Ishtar, and the rest of his brothers and sisters, all dead for lack of worship. Their altars were buried in the sands of the Euphrates, their immortal bones scattered in the heavens. He alone, through Marduk's treachery, was left.
And now, he had one of these mortals before him, putting her delicious body on lewd display. It had been too long since he had dallied amongst the temple priestesses that were in charge of earthy pleasure. Surely she was a long denied gift of his Queen. Yet... the woman was not in proper awe of his superiority. He craved worship more than he needed to bury his divine cock in her. He needed her on her knees before he ploughed her.
"Come, my fire-crested beauty, I will tell you my story whilst we dine." He held out his hand and almost laughed at the pout displayed on her face at his change of plans. "When we have sated ourselves with food, then, I will let you worship my body."
The mortal gave an undignified snort before clambering from the bed. He thought he heard her mumble something about dreams and wishes before she joined him at the couch that he caused to appear before the table. He lay down and she followed, after a small amount of hesitation. He tucked his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him, aligning his hips against hers. She smelled of acrid sweat, wool, and a softer female scent. It was not an unpleasant odour, and did cause his cock to lurch back to life. He ground against her, and was gratified to feel her return the pressure.
"You said you'd tell me your story," she said after a breathless moment.
He smiled into her hair, buried his nose against her neck and sniffed before licking the salty sweat from her nape. "Yes. My troubles began in the month of Tiamat, the Goddess Queen, and my life was falling apart rather spectacularly..."
And so he told her of Marduk's treachery, how the little civil functionary had tricked him, Qingu, Dragon Lord, into relinquishing the tablets of Creation and Uncreation that his Queen, and future wife, had sewn to his chest. How Marduk had betrayed all the gods by taking those tablets and creating lesser beings, mortals that would aspire to godhood in the end. He told how the cretin had sacrificed one of Qingu's most trusted servants, and scattered his remains, relaying to Tiamat that Qingu was dead, while in fact, Marduk had imprisoned him for a thousand millennia. It was only after the mud people of the earth had rebelled, and rejected the pantheon that Tiamat had sought out her one time affianced, only to find that Marduk's treachery had no limit, and Qingu was effectively lost to her and them. He let the mortal see his years of lonely solitude and desire to pass on as his family had before him. He couldn't help himself, he had been alone to long to be able to control his emotions properly. Marduk reigned, made stronger by the worship of the mortals he created, and Tiamat's power shrank, but before she lost all of it, she gave Qingu one way to escape his prison. He had three wishes to grant, and those wishes would set him free, if the mortal creature who found him would ask for it.
The mortal woman, this Madeleine, remained silent as he spoke, looking at him with some amusement, before she finally spoke, "So, in this outlandish dream, I'm the one who gets the wishes?"
"Yes, my lotus-blossom." He dipped his head, hiding his amusement at her disbelief. "And I believe that I have already granted one wish to you. I have given you my name."
"No, that wasn't one of my ...," she began, but stopped as he slid his hand down her thigh and then up again, rucking the robes up to her hip. His hand dipped down, touching the curls at the crest of her mons, and his questing finger sought the wet heat between her legs. She stiffened and then let her legs fall open slightly. "Oh... yes..."
Her responsiveness to his touch was a balm to him, better than mere worship. He slid down her body, shrugging off the robes he wore as he did. He reached her breast and sucked the pointed crest of its nipple in his mouth, abrading it under the slick silk with his tongue. She arched into him as he suckled, and then groaned as he quit. He raised his hand, the blue flame of his power concentrating in it, and then banished her clothing. He slipped further down her body, enjoying the whiteness of her flesh, laving the rounded softness of her belly with his tongue and dipping lower. Once again, he stopped, his questing fingers stilled. "Open your legs further for me."
