In Pursuit of Power: Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Cat Gets the Tongue

My form was… twisted. I don’t know how else I can describe it. My body was mangled and my consciousness had been scrambled. It was like being stuck in the world’s most scattered dream. Sometimes, it even felt like I was looking down at my own body from some kind of aerial view.

I heard voices at points. I thought I saw flashes of yellow— sometimes the hair of the girl who found my body, and sometimes a flashy leopard-print bodysuit.

I was pretty sure the second type was part of the hallucinations, because no one in their right mind would actually wear that. Unless I somehow stumbled onto Mr. D’s long lost soul mate.

“—not looking good,” the blond girl was saying.

“If it’s his time, it’s his time,” someone said next to her. I still wasn’t really seeing, but it seemed like he had dark skin. Only, sometimes, it looked like his head was bald, with tattoos around two different-colored eyes. 

“We can’t lose him so easily.” That came from Mr. D’s cousin, so apparently she was real. “I’ll make sure that he plays his role.”

After that, I lost sight of the room. My consciousness was on the move. I felt like I saw lots of things and nothing at all. It was so scattered that I couldn’t tell anything apart. Until, finally, I saw something clearly.

I almost wished I hadn’t. I was back in the south. The driest portion of the desert was around me. A group trudged forward, half of them in chains. Calypso, Grace, Annie, and even Mikey were being led by none other than Krios. The other immortals with him must’ve been the allies he was bragging about. Hecate and Nemesis were acting as guards, looking like a witch and a biker respectively. I’d wondered where the other traitorous gods ended up. Now I had my answer— in the south, kidnapping my lover and followers. 

Krios looked back, studying Calypso’s face. 

“So pretty,” he said, before sighing. “It’s too bad your father is such a stick in the mud. The two of us could have so much fun.”

“I would sooner bite my tongue and spit it down your throat,” Calypso said.

Mist started swirling around her hands. Just as fast, Hecate dispelled it.

“Stand down. You have no chance now,” the goddess of magic said.

Calypso lowered her hands. The fire in her eyes didn’t abate. She was waiting for something.

For me.

“We’ll find a use for you even if we can’t touch your body,” Krios said. “Maybe we can even throw you into the coliseum. Or maybe not. It’s much more fun when the gladiators can’t fight back.”

His eyes moved past Calypso to Mikey. I wanted to rip Krios in two. Instead, the dream was what tore, the scene fading abruptly.

Even that vision had been a little bit shaky. Details faded in and out and, occasionally, parts of the desert had looked blurry. Now, I found myself in a living room. For the first time since I fell unconscious, the world around me stabilized. My head felt clearer. Someone said, “So this is where you were.”

The place I’d ended up was set up like a therapist’s office. There was a couch and everything. Except instead of being the client, I was in a chair where a therapist would be. The woman who spoke was sprawled lengthwise on the couch. 

What do you know? She was wearing a leopard print jumpsuit.

“I saw you,” I said. “You’re with that girl who found me.”

“Yes, that’s Sadie.” This woman had dark skin and hair mixed with puncturing yellow eyes. I felt like if I turned out the lights, they would glow in the dark. “I’m Bast. How are you feeling?”

“Confused. Disoriented. Maybe even mixed-up.”

“Being reduced to the state you were in will do that,” Bast said, not exactly sympathetically. “You Greeks work so hard to cling to your forms in the mortal world.”

The hairs on my neck stood up. She said Greeks like I was an oddity. As if she wasn’t one.

“When you say Bast…?”

“Am I the goddess of cats? In the flesh.” Bast smiled, before her expression calmed down. “Well, not in the flesh, but in the spirit. We’re in the Duat.”

I rubbed my face, tamping down the urge to deny the existence of a whole other pantheon. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood to sing with you.”

“Duat, not duet,” Bast said. “By Ra, we’ve found a man as sassy as Sadie.” Bast sniffed. “Not exactly a man, though. If you were still mortal, you would be having this conversation with a god of death. Which underworld you ended up in? That would be up in the air. You Greeks have absolutely ransacked the world.”

I heard some anger in Bast’s voice. Just because she’d been playful so far didn’t mean things couldn’t turn nasty. Gods are capricious. I think it happens to anyone who lives for that long. 

“I’m not with the side that destroyed everything,” I said.

“I know. It’s why we didn’t destroy you where we found you.”

“I tried to stop Kronos. He… He beat me. Now I’m trying to stop him again.”

“Interesting,” Bast purred. She leaned forward. “You’ve caught my interest. Tell me more.”

It seemed like we had infinite time, so I gave her my story. I started from when I was a demigod, fighting a desperate war to keep Kronos away from the thrones. I explained how the Olympians’ power flooded into me. I clenched and unclenched my fingers. “I’m still getting used to it all.”

“I can tell,” Bast said. “A god who isn’t even aware of the others in the world. It’s fascinating.”

“There are more like you out there?” I asked. 

If there were Greeks and Egyptians, I didn’t see why it would stop at two.

“Absolutely,” Bast said. “The Asgardians were quite active around Boston. They fled across the ocean. The Egyptian Magicians already had a global presence, so the Brooklyn Nome merely moved north.”

“You didn’t fight back?”

Bast glared. “Did you think we didn’t wish to? It does not work that way. Each pantheon must deal with their own problems. That’s how it was decreed in the ancient times. Surely you can feel the effects of the geas?”

I didn’t know what a geas was, but I could feel something. Being close to Bast made my skin crawl. It wasn’t anything she was doing on purpose. Our essences just didn’t mix, like oil and water.

“I would’ve liked nothing better than to sink my claws into those titans!” Bast hissed. “Do you have any idea how many feline lives were lost to their devastation? Oh, and the mortals as well. Their deaths were also not good.”

I stood up. “I need to get back. Right now, I’m the only one fighting them. If I stay here, the Titans are never going to fall.”

Bast swatted her hand in a downward motion. A glowing hieroglyph appeared in the air. My legs got weak and I dropped back into the chair.

“You can’t go anywhere,” she said. “Do you know why I’m meeting you here? The Duat makes up the deeper layers of reality. It’s where Egyptian gods like myself are most powerful, while gods like you who keep your bodies in the mortal world are at your weakest. It took a lot of work to track your consciousness down as it wandered. I will not do that again if you leave this room right now. If left alone, you will return to your body… Perhaps in six months or a year?”

“I need to get back sooner than that. I don’t have time to waste.”

Bast smirked, studying her claws. “Well! In that case, it’s in your best interest to play along. You’ve been focusing your power through sex, haven’t you?”

It was a little embarrassing to say it out loud. Still, I wasn’t going to hide it. “Yes.”

“You Greeks. Always so insatiable.” She shook her head. “Still, that makes our next step easy.”

“What is it?”

Bast took the claw on her index finger and pressed it to the top of her bodysuit. She slid the finger down like it was a zipper. The leopard-print fabric was cut open. It dissolved as soon as it slid off Bast’s body. I caught myself staring at her nude, Nubian form. Bast coaxed me with the finger she’d gotten rid of her clothes with.

“Let’s see what you’ve learned,” she said.

Bast was lounging on the couch with her legs spread. She didn’t have hair anywhere on her body. You could see one dot of pink between the lips of her pussy. I stood up, finding that my own clothes had already disappeared. This wasn’t reality. Things were playing according to Bast’s rules.

I didn’t know anything about other pantheons. I still couldn’t explain where we were or what the Duat was. But how to treat a woman’s body? That was something I felt confident in.

I crawled over the armrest and grabbed Bast’s hips. She wrapped her legs around my head like she was going for a headlock. I put my mouth to her pussy and slid my tongue straight through the slit of her lips.

Bast’s body rocked. She was built like a gymnast, lean and petite and all muscle. Her legs’ grip on my head would’ve popped my skull if I was only half-god. 

“Goooood,” she purred. “Lap at me. Imagine I’m a bowl of milk.”

As she started feeling better and better, her form changed a little bit. She sprouted a second set of ears out of the top of her head, triangular and covered in black fur. The only bright part of her was between her legs. Bast’s pussy was as pink as salmon past the exterior. 

I closed my eyes and let her squeeze my head as much as she wanted. The harder she pushed me, the more I rolled with it. My tongue rolled her clit around, then dove as deep as I could reach. Bast exhaled like she was hissing.

“Continue!” she wailed.

Like an actual cat, she was bossy. Given she was the Egyptian cat goddess, she was used to being worshipped. Her first orgasm tasted like honey.

Bast twisted her hips. She flipped us around, trapping me on my back underneath her. She sat up, using her bodyweight to force her pussy down on my face, but she was so light that I barely noticed. 

“Don’t stooop,” she purred. She was smiling with her eyes unfocused, like a cat having its head rubbed as it lay in a sunbeam.

I moved my tongue wildly. I was starting to figure out that just like Bast’s cat ears, my form wasn’t totally stable here. When I willed my tongue to go deeper, it actually grew a few centimeters. Bast shuddered and came again. She was a screamer. She grabbed the sofa’s cushions for stability, her claws shredding the upholstery.

“Uh! Uh! Treat me like a water bowl on the hottest of days!”

Her dark thighs squeezed my ears. I had my hands on her hips, holding them so tight I could feel the bones digging into my palms. Looking up at her along her stomach, I could see Bast’s six-pack and her small, pointy breasts above that. She looked down at me and lowered a rope of spit. It ran between her boobs, over her stomach, and reached her crotch, slipping into my mouth while I ate her out.

“How do I taste?” she asked. “Divine?”

I put my tongue back on her clit and teased it so hard she had no choice but to squirt again.

Every single part of her was a toned muscle. She was in even better shape than Artemis. The two of them could’ve had one hell of a tag game with the way they were built. 

I found myself imagining that game with a reward for the winner, letting them pin the loser down and dig their fingers into her. Whoever was on top, it was just as hot either way. My erection rose to a painful degree.

“Mm-mm-mm. We can’t have that,” Bast said.

She bent backwards at the waist like it was nothing. Without her pussy leaving my lips, she turned her spine into an upside down ‘U’. Her tongue ran down my shaft; it was rough like sandpaper the way a real cat’s would’ve been. The novelty was hot.

Bast licked me all over, using her hands at the same time. I could feel her fluffy cat ears tickling my thighs. Bast put her hands on my balls, rubbing them without nicking them with her claws. She spoke to me, even though all I could see was her pussy.

“Don’t worry. I’m very good at keeping my claws out of the way.”

Her head sank straight down on me. I could feel my cock digging into her throat. She was making noises as wet as the ones my tongue caused as it teased her folds.

Bast gently rubbed my balls. You wouldn’t think she’d be able to move, bending backwards like that, but she was as fast as if she’d been sucking on me normally. If a gymnastics panel had been here to watch, they would’ve raised three tens in a heartbeat. 

It had been a little bit since her last orgasm. I decided to make a game out of it. I tried to make her climax before she could make me cum. It felt like she was doing the same. She pulled out all her tricks, running her coarse tongue down a different part of my cock every time she lowered her head.

In the end, I had to call it a draw. She sprayed her biggest orgasm yet all over my face and mouth. There was so much there that I almost ended up coughing. Bast made a “Merrrp?” sound as my cum hit her throat at the same time.

She took her hands off of my balls and flipped backwards, doing a handstand. When she settled down, she was sitting on one of the sofa’s armrests. She brought one of her hands to her lips and licked the back of it, cleaning a few drops of cum that had landed on her knuckle.

“Sorry,” she purred. “I didn’t mean to drench you without warning.”

I hauled myself into a sitting position. “It’s alright. I think you got as good as you gave.”

Bast laughed. “I do love my cream!”

She put two fingers on the lips of her wet pussy and spread it, inviting me into the pink depths. I got up on my knees and crossed the couch. Bast wrapped her hands around my neck.

“I do not do kisses,” she said. “It is unbecoming, the way you humans do it. However, if you perform exceptionally well, I may nuzzle your neck.”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

She booped my nose with her own. “You have to earn it first.” 

I got started on that without wasting time, plunging my cock into the places my tongue had been.

I grabbed her ass, which was just about the only thick part of her body. It was tightly muscled and curvy, making it the perfect handle for the heavy thrusts I hit her crotch with. 

“You’re certainly endowed!” Bast said. “Mmmm. Nnnggghh!” 

Even her noises were catlike. I hoisted her body and thrust up into her, ramming against her womb. Her pussy was so tight that if my tongue hadn’t gotten it this wet, I don’t think I would have fit.

The next time I hit her womb, Bast made a noise that was half-hiss and half-shriek. She aggressively ran her face along my neck, rubbing me so hard I could feel the shape of her nose.

“That didn’t take long.”

“Don’t jest with me! Fuck me!” Bast commanded.

She was definitely used to being worshipped. As I pounded her body I felt her folds quiver. She used her legs like a belt, squeezing me so hard I was worried for my hips. I could barely move to keep thrusting, but Bast didn’t mind. I flipped us over and pinned her against the cushions. She grabbed the couch with both hands, her claws wreaking more havoc.

“Your power comes from— the act of— cumming inside— Doesn’t it?”

“That’s right,” I grunted.

Somehow, her legs tightened even further. “Then waking you up is the best decision I’ve made in a long time,” Bast said.

She put her cheek on mine, rubbing our faces against each other. A deep rumble was coming from her throat. The harder I thrusted, the louder it became, the tighter she squeezed me, and the closer I came to cumming.

Bast must have used her powers to create the room we were in. As she lost her mind to the pleasure, the walls started to fade. I got the feeling we were sinking. The couch we were on fell through the floor, then through a layer of sand, then through things my eyes couldn’t see, I just vaguely sensed. Bast’s eyes became more feline. We never stopped fucking, right up to the moment I pumped her full of my cum.
I don’t know how long I lasted up to that point. I think that’s the wrong question. Time wasn’t the same inside the Duat. The moment I gave her the cream Bast loved so much, a feeling of power hit me. Like with Artemis, claiming a goddess offered a more extreme boost than doing it with a mortal, divine power surging around me. As it stabilized, I saw a door. I didn’t need to think. My being moved toward it, leaving Bast’s Nubian body laying exhausted and satisfied, her cat ears twitching.

I reached the door and went through. The next thing I knew was light. I gasped.

My body ached. It was pain, just not quite the kind that mortals felt. The light that blinded me turned out to be nothing but a hospital lamp built into the ceiling. I smelled the chemicals and disinfectants of a hospital. When I sat up, a thin sheet of paper crinkled under me— the only layer separating me from a stiff, cold cushion.

The blond girl who’d been a bird was there. She was standing beside a black boy. The two looked nothing alike. But maybe because of the time I’d spent in the Duat, I could see a connection between them that wasn’t literally there. They were siblings.

“It seems like Bast did her work,” the girl said, talking with a British accent.

A lanky golden cat was curled into a ball in my lap, purring. The girl’s brother extended his hand to me. 

“This is the One Hundredth Nome,” he said. “Canada welcomes you.”

His sister snorted. snorted. “The syrup isn’t worth the cold. I miss Brooklyn.”