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A story inspired by a dream told to me by my friend, the Argentine writer; Marcela Vanmak.

It was a day of the sun, one on which it shone like an immense ball of fire. So close that it appeared not as if somewhere in the vast regions of the cosmos yet towering above; as it often does in the masterpieces of great artists. All of which making the heat intense, as Giantuvis took his stroll down the sandy beaches, not far from the primitive yet strong hut; he dwelled in. Giantuvis, for his part made it a habit of hiking through the beaches every morning or at least on those days which did not require his services in his chosen field of labor; in his case being that of carpenter. This profession in fact that which he had inherited from his father and the one who had been likewise on to his own father.

Giantuvis, wondered about the beach and as he did, he felt the contentment of a hot day on his back as he walked about with his well developed upper torso to the rays of the bright ball of fire which he could see, all to imposingly in the sky. It being as if Apollo had blessed the day with an abundance of his bounty which he could feel all to well on his skin, giving him the sensation of going inside him; creating a lovely awareness. It being one which he ravished to its full delight on those days to combine for him both time to his leisure along with the beauty he witnessed on this day. It seeming as if he in fact was in the favor of the gods or as if they were pleased with humanity yet he being a man of simplicity; did not seek to question that which apparently had been decided upon by forces above his own.

Giantru continued his stroll on this day which had truly been blessed by all deities whose power it was to control such elements. As even the mighty Poseidon had calmed the waters of his oceans to create a portrait so serene that it made Giantuvis’s spirit elevate in the magnificence about him. As he continued his walk accompanied by none other than his most private intimate thoughts which his modesty would never allow him to share with any other than himself. It being fantasy to be included in his ideas that held sexuality and all the loveliness about the world about him to include the sensuality of many a lady.

All of which inspired by the landscape his eyes captured in to his emotions much like a painter does on to his canvas. This as he made his way along the shores of the sea. It being trees, generous in their rich green and abundant fruit along with sands of many colors that included white, gold and even pink to adorn his path. All as if having been created or passed on as a gift from the deities themselves to not exclude a sky, composed of crimson whilst the sea below was as green as the emerald, he had heard speak of but had yet to see. Giantuvis feeling mesmerized as he continued his walk, as if he were entering in to a world beyond his own which his adventures had never taken him to.

All as if he in fact had taken a different way than he had intended to, as it was truly as if he had passed some barrier which he was not intended to and found himself in a world within another world. Giantuvis gazing up at the sky and sensing it had changed from its usual to colors of scarlet, which made him take slight trepidation that perhaps his presence was an intrusion on to one of the deities, his creed had taught him should not only be cherished but equally feared; for their wrath at times could even surpass their generous nature.

Giantuvis, had been distracted by the glory about, so much so that he had not even contemplated if it was that of his world or that of another to belong to the deities. As such had been his astonishment yet it was at this point that he realized; this was not of the ordinary but of the divine. Fear perhaps was his, as it should have been yet there was something about everything that contrary to make him want to take flight; made him wish to continue.

Almost as if some interior voice within, perhaps it being passed to him by one of the deities willed him to continue forward, for this was an invitation where his presence was being required by those whom he would serve and by virtue of which render honor on to himself. Giantuvis continued yet it was not so much forward that his gaze went but all about, as this was a world like he had never witnessed with animals of all kinds to be found in tales exotic in nature along with what appeared to be compositions in a sky of many colors.

Giantuvis knew his way, as how could he not since this was a road through the beaches he had ventured on, so many times as to be able to draw every centimeter of it in his imagination, if such had been his will to include all its surroundings yet on this occasion; he did not recognize any of the landscape which he was used to. This however not adding to his fright, for in sensations which went beyond his own comprehension, he did not feel as if he had lost his way but quite to the contrary that he his path was secure as was the purpose even if he in all reality was most unaware of either though with certainty he was where his senses indicated to him that there he should be.

Chapter Two

A sense of adventure had taken over Giantuvis, where on another occasion fear might have impeded his advance in what was clearly a world beyond his own or perhaps it was a trap by the deities and it was his proud arrogance which did not allow him to see that wisdom would be that which beckoned him to escape a place in which he might be an intruder. It being these concepts which his mind digested as he continued his walk through the place which held so much beauty, as to make him doubt if this was the reality of the day or perhaps the visions of the night which he had still not been awaken from.

Giantuvis, continued his walk yet as he did there came a sensation about him as if he were being summoned to a place and though his ear detected neither sound of voice or music of instruments from it, there was a strong sensation in him; as if an impulse to guide his vision toward a spot which in reality was closer than his perception of distance had perceived. It being as if something had just appeared where before there was but a space of emptiness. As it was with wonder which went beyond curiosity’s ways that Giantuvis turned to a tree which seemed as if placed on the edge of a waterfall.

For a tree had appeared which seemed to be painted on the ends of the earth, as water cascaded all about yet this spot which was the ground of this tree was protected. As if one of the deities were casting a spell to keep this place for all those who would be permitted to enter. Giantruvis had envisioned so much on this morning that it was as if he had become accustomed to such sights that this came as another part of the world he seemed to have created in the canvas of his fantasies. It being as if he had stepped in to place which was being created by his own imagination as he walked through it.

It was a scene of beauty within a world of splendor yet his eyes had still to come in contact with that which his senses perceived of as bearing a gorgeousness beyond any to be compared in all his previous sightings. His eyes searched yet it was not exclusively with their assistance but that of his creed that he saw a bogina, who went beyond any woman of mortality he had seen in all that which had been his life before Hades. She being the female deity his instincts immediately instructed him was the one deemed controller of that which was lust and desire, as she was referred to with many a name yet most common to all was; Mar Vaglia, Bogina of lust.

Giantuvis, had come across much on that morning perhaps more than in what had been his life up till that moment yet very little if anything had prepared him for the vision of a bogina in his presence. As he was now in her presence to the extent that she was in his. Giantuvis being at that moment impacted by Mar Vaglia, who had presented herself to him in her form of nature. As opposed to the one she saved for the heavens, her appearance comprised of black hair to rival the sky at night when stars adorn it while her eyes seemed as jewels in their colors that made it almost impossible to distinguish one single shade let alone color. Mar Vaglia’s face was one like Giantuvis had never known or thought he ever would, as how can one explain in detail that which transcends so many emotions. It would be the equivalent of putting detail of word in to nature’s perfumes of delight or the sounds of symphony to make the spirit increase; such would it be to have to put one’s thoughts on to phrases with regards to the face of the bogina, Mar Vaglia.

The rest of her coming festooned with attires of the bogina she was, as she came with wears of green silk with a tone to be like the emerald which was about the oceans on that day. It being one which seemed to be transforming constantly yet held its tone to one of light mixture between that which could be hailed as green and blue while a belt of gold, like the sun’s rays captured the shape of her breasts which seemed to be formed to the delicacy of divinity itself while sandals of gold served to but adorn feet of beauty which did not need of such protections from the ground they but stroked; for a bogina did not touch the surface of mortals.

Giatuvis’s eyes could not but stare in admiration as the brunt of Mar Vaglia was one which was of such magnitude to cause sensations in him of wonder. As his sight went from sandals of gold to legs which ascended to behind, barely covered by emerald of dress which seemed not of such boldness to swathe this area of such sensuality and beauty that it seemed to Giantuvis that his eyes were feasting upon that which should be but reserved for those whose birth made them deities.

Mar Vaglia’s body was one which in all certainty was lovely to gaze upon. As if painted by those whose brushes of color described on canvas, all the beauty there was to be seen though at times; they created more with the eye of imagination than the one of reality. These being how Giantuvis had always perceived the deities that ruled his world as being in their unlimited power along with beauty to be eternal as well as unchallenged yet in all it was not only contours or colors or even the prettiness he could see with his eye that impressed him but there seemed to be an almost shine about Mar Vaglia. It being as if a glowing light about her which seemed to create her exquisiteness, to elevate it from that of a mortal woman with equal attributes. This light, like one which did not limit itself to increasing beauty but seemed to be protecting it from elements of a much more crude nature. As the wind or the touch of any not desired, as the flesh of humans or perhaps worse yet the element of time which above all was the one to send those of his kind to Hades while those like Mar Vaglia were but enhanced by it.

Chapter Three

Giantuvis was captivated as any mortal of his gender would be by Mar Vaglia’s appearance yet as he stood in front of her, she too gazed upon him, to find that which she had never seen in any of the deities upon mount Olympus. This being the lust, she had installed in men with all her might, which she could see in his eyes which once past their initial shock, gazed upon here with a stare which did not manage to hide what their owner felt. Lust being that which the deities themselves could not feel, for it was the one force which would signify their end as it required flesh of the kind possessed by humans. The kind which could feel not only its power but other forces such as the passing of time and the aging which deities did not suffer from yet in being resistant to that which eventually caused death in mortals; were also immune to many of the delights experienced by those whom they ruled over.

For Mar Vaglia, it was not a case of never having encountered one of her fellow deities in sexuality yet lust was not what they experienced or at least not in the form mortals did; who were consumed by it. For humans, it being to the point of making them, at times become insane with its effects while on diverse occasions; allowing them to experience delirium when consumed along its true ways. This in contrast to deities whose acts of sexuality were performed as most of their rituals which were done with the intent to demonstrate either the strength they possessed or merely to defy the boredom which at times could creep over mount Olympus when wars were not to be fought. Of course, there was Zeus yet his was like the rest of the deities, merely that of procreating with as many as struck his fancy while being able to proof to himself that he was one to outwit, his powerful wife; Hera.

Mar Vaglia, was the mistress of lust and though this was a power she controlled at will and could cast upon any she chose; she was unable to feel it herself, much in the way Zeus remained unaffected by the lighting bolts he hurled at his enemies which Zeus himself, never experienced. This being most fortunate for Zeus yet Mar Vaglia in contrast to Zeus, who did not have the least of desires to experience his own force, she wanted more then anything to receive a taste of that which she could muster toward others in such abundance yet always eluded her own sensations. This being that which she saw in the eyes of Giantuvis, whose gaze despite being laced with trepidation, did not exclude the want he felt for her which she had never known any of the deities whom she had engaged in acts of desire to bear. As theirs had been that of appreciating her beauty as something pleasant to stroke and to perhaps utilize in a manner of more intensity but little else; for the deities were elevated beyond that of wanting above all else.

Mar Vaglia looked at Giantuvis, suddenly as if made aware of his presence which made him feel more attentive, his eyes demonstrating emotions of disbelief as well as the wish to serve the one he considered to be above himself. Mar Vaglia was looking at a mortal man for the first time in a way that might allow her to see for herself what thoughts were held inside as well as the emotions. Mar Vaglia, seeing beyond the fear humans held for those whose power went immeasurably beyond their own. Giantuvis was a normal man in everyway, who was not even a demigod, as many she had heard tales of in Mount Olympus but a mere mortal without power of any kind which might have come from deities. All of which seeming apparent in his body which though pleasantly shaped to the eye of even those beholding of a superior force held no strength that might ever match any of the deities known to her.

Giantuvis, for his part looked at Mar Vaglia with something more than curiosity, for in all truth his fear had been replaced with the need to know why a deity had crossed his path. Was it in search of him or one who might suit a purpose yet did she mean to take his life? Was this her purpose? This he knew not though his mind was prepared shall this be what awaited him. It after all being the house of Hades which eventually would be awaiting for him which made this as fine a day as any for the purpose of encountering this inevitable end.

Giantuvis however held a boldness about him after the passing of a few seconds. As his fear had subsided totally in the acceptance that should this be his end, he would be made aware of this factor all too soon yet if it shall be glory in the form of a task than this would be beyond his expectations. Giantuvis waited for Mar Vaglia to speak yet she held her words slightly longer as she might gather with eyes that which she needed to know about the one whom she had summand on to her presence. Mar Vaglia, being a deity herself did not fear in the slightest the one she had brought in front of her in any way. As she was above any danger he might cast upon her yet she did not wish to harm him nor make him frightful that he might attempt to escape her. It not being a case that he might accomplish the act of fleeing yet she did not wish him to feel threatened in any way which might cause him freight but the delight she had chosen for herself.

Mar Vaglia looked on Giantuvis and as she demonstrated eyes of tenderness that he might associate with such an emotion, she spoke her first words to the one who seemed like he was indeed most attentive. “Do you possess a name which I might call you and if so might I become acquitted with it?” was what Mar Vaglia spoke in a voice which though not being demanding nor cold like that of the deities, was also not the kind of a mortal woman but like one who despite her words was in fact giving delicate commands. Giantuvis at that moment knew his task would be to give a reply or face the wrath of a deity yet his faith was one which gave much credit to his ears that they were not in error thinking they were hearing the voice of the lovely goddess; Mar Vaglia.

Giantuvis, was not one to take chances and at this point, it mattered not if this was but a trick of the mind or reality for in the case this was not the second then he would be made but to look the fool in front of any who might be about yet shall this be the first then peril; would be placed upon his life should he not render a worthy answer. “Giantuvis” is my name that I may be called by and will reply to yet Mar Vaglia, may dub me as she wishes and it will be my command to reply” was his answer which though not unassuming was within keeping to the respect and fear; he had always shown those whose task it was to rule the universe.

Mar Vaglia, in her gestures showed no changes that were visible as such was her interior. It too going unaltered as she was a deity and emotions were not those possessed by her kind save they be in taking vengeance upon those who had not known their place with those their wisdom should have instructed them to honor. Mar Vaglia, had made contact with the one whom she had been observing for sometime in which he had detected that she was a strong presence in his life. As he was one of the those who held her in the highest of esteems or at least such did he demonstrate by his prayers to her along with the statue of her which decorated his home to the point that he took great pride in showing it to those entering the place he called his own. Giantuvis, even getting the sensation that the figure in his home of the beauty of Mar Vaglia not only decorated his household but even held a power which through her would provide some sort of shelter for his home against all elements by they from nature or from the deities themselves.

Chapter Four

Mar Vaglia, now had the one she had sought after for so long yet had hesitated till certainty took over that he might be the one who would adore her beyond the worship which led most to merely dread deities, who with their power literally held the course of not only their lives but all which they were. Giantuvis awaited her biding, as one who was confident that he could serve a goddess yet not with the arrogance that he was above others because he had been chosen to do so but blessed that his humble being had been detected by a superior force.

Mar Vaglia, at this point focused all her attention on getting out the message she wished above all else would be interpreted not as a threat or a command but a request which Giantuvis would accept with the will of his desires and not the trepidation which many a mortal felt was owed a deity. How Mar Vaglia longed to feel that which she saw others ravish in which she could but hand out yet not take for herself. She feeling like the tree which though plentiful in the sweetness of the fruit it delivered was incapable of tasting it for itself.

“Giantuvis” she commenced with voice unchanged, to not take on emotions apart from the tone she presented on to Giantuvis which he did so ever hopeful that she might not be misunderstood. “I have summoned you here because for a long time, have I observed your devotion on to me and what I stand for and it is with intensions that you might deliver in return in flesh that which you have received from me but in force that I call upon you”. Giantuvis at this point was bewildered as he had failed to comprehend that which had been told to him, for it might be in arrogance that he might have understand that which his fantasies might have desired while ignoring another message. It being clear to Mar Vaglia, who held it among her talents to read in to the desires of men while feeling that which prompted them to act that the meaning of her request might have gone past this man of simplicity yet she awaited for a second longer that he might reply.

“I do not understand, what it is that thou commands of me, as I am still left with little understanding of that which I am to perform” were Giantuvis’s words which now more than ever showed fear as well as a longing to become aware of that which was being required of him. Mar Vaglia for her own had never dealt with mortals on such a level of closeness that they might actually hear her voice and that theirs might be audible to her with the secure knowledge that her ears were those which took note to that which they claimed; it being this factor which caused certain frustration in her which she did not fail to state. “Be thou of such daring to question a deity, specially the one thou claims to worship?” were Mar Vaglia’s words which though not stern in tone did make it clear that she was declaring who she was.

Giantuvis in all reality did not wish to anger, the deity of his worship yet it was with genuine disbelieve apart from lack of certainty at what he had heard that he replied “It is clear that I not only do not posses the daring to question a deity yet it is also such that even if my worshiping did not forbid me from doing so, it would be my mortal simplicity which would always prevent me from understand the reality which would be presented on to me in an answer if such would come towards me yet I ask not to question save that my understanding might me up to the task of at least knowing that which my goddess is requesting of me that I with what humble means are available to me might perform it to her satisfaction”. Mar Vaglia, sensed a certain wisdom in the one she had chosen for this task which normally would require one of her fellow deities yet felt it would be but a repetition of what had been without that which she was truly after.

“Your wisdom, is one of grandness as it is all too aware of thine limitations while not underestimating thine value and it is with the purpose of finding such a one as I see in thee that I have presented not only myself but my bidding” Marcela spoke with equal tranquility as before thou her inside raged for that which she sought after and as she paused she gazed upon Giantuvis; who had taken to the ways of he who was at ease or at least as much as might be a mere mortal with a power so much beyond his own. Giantuvis for his part awaited, as his mind had absorbed with understanding that which had been said. Mar Vaglia, continuing with voice unaltered in the hope of not giving away despair that hers was a need that went beyond endurance while at the same not sliding in to one which commanded. “I above all bid ye to pass on to my being with all thine flesh and desire the very lust I provide on to ye as well as others whose lot is that of mortality” were Mar Vaglia’s words which she could see apart from the emotions she detected had been understood as her intensions had willed yet insecurity was always to be had. This presenting a case of what to a deity might be merely that which should be, to a mortal it might be that which false hearing was tricking him in to.

“I hear and understand but I am not sure, if I am capable of such an act as to provide a deity with humble flesh of mortal that which she seeks and though I dare not question why she seeks this out in one such as I, for with certainty I say that such answers would be above my compression, I merely state that I be guided in to that which I am to perform yet if some license be granted on to me; I do wish to know if this which though seeks is not to be found in other deities?” were the words Giantuvis used to issue his reply and at the same time present a question which in no way did it assume yet presented logic which could be hailed as modest and further testimony to what had been stated; concerning his wisdom of being aware of his limitations.

“ I see thou has reservations and in doing so thou demonstrates prudence which is a good part in thine valor and it is to merit this in thee that I will reply with sincerity that we deities above do not experience lust and desire or at least not like mortals do, true ours do include acts of the same yet ours are not expressed in fashion like yours but to accomplish the formalities of reproducing in the light of broadening our powers yet never to make use of the lust which I deliver upon mortals of both genders” were Mar Vaglia’s words which in fact had taken a softer tone that did not go unnoticed by Giantuvis. Mar Vaglia, continued with the sensation that her words had been comprehended in a fashion to include all their subtleties, some of which had been but implied and in setting her eyes upon Giantuvis, she sensed some of the courage which had led him in his past to do battle in the name of the glory of the deities.

Chapter Five

Giantuvis, at this point was aware of what was his task which did not exclude sentiments of joy for himself yet in the uncertainty of fear, he was insecure as to how one should proceed to accomplish a task which no male mortal in the grandest of his knowledge had ever been asked to perform for a female deity. Giantuvis, for his part however was troubled at the thought that Mar Vaglia might perceive him as being daft should his queries concern that which should be all too clear yet if there was another hand, it was that she might see him as being arrogant if he were to assume beyond what was permissible.

Mar Vaglia however had other intensions in her which she wished to have satisfied for in all there was more than a curiosity to take from the source of her own bounty. As it would be her own lust which would be delivered on to her through this mere mortal, who would but serve as beast of burden yet in Mar Vaglia; there was a need to discover what her very being almost forbade her. This being the hunger for the knowledge of what it felt like to loose something.

It being this sense which in Mar Vaglia’s mind had come to symbolize true appreciation of the moments available to one and that which they provided. For was it not mortals who fiercely clung to every moment of their lives with extreme care and joy when ever it was allowed them; for theirs was not certainty of the future except that it would not last but a short while. Did this not make them much more joyous in their time of triumphs than the deities who had so many that they had come to regard them as that which should be while humans rejoiced all the more; given so few was granted on to them due to not only their limited powers but time of strength which nature had delivered on to them? How mortals adored those close to them was what she wished to experience, for in all sincerity; this was what she wanted above all else specially more than her own immortality. For deities were respected and feared yet hardly if ever were they held in the adoration of the kind, some mortals held for one another, even by each other who did not see a need for such sensations though she had come to see them as the essence of happiness. For did mortals not hold the advantage in loving one another over deities, as they in contrast to herself could loose those they had while deities could not.

Mortals, Mar Vaglia even pondered to herself as she lent thought to what she might say to instruct her devoted worshiper, were even capable in some cases of making the sacrifice of their very lives for those they held in high esteem. A characteristic most admirable as on some occasions they even did it willingly unlike the ones they performed for the deities which more often than it was not the case were forced. How it would be if a mortal were to deliver upon her with this sacrifice or in a greater sense, if she herself could do likewise for one; whom she felt merited something of the sort? Giantuvis, awaited his instructions and as he did, Mar Vaglia considered her words with the utmost care as she with body to tempt and eyes to inspire; softly uttered “I want you to feel the lust I pass on to thee as though has done so in the past on many an occasion when ye did seek a maiden in sexuality whom thou did take with all the might of thine desires. It is this which I seek thee to do on to me as thine imagination does not see me as deity but as woman of flesh, who ye has in thine intensions of delivering thine pleasure while she likewise provides thee her returns as would a harlot delivered with currency that she might perform a task of carnality.

Giantuvis had heard and with complete assurance that he had not misunderstood wanted and desired as he never had in what had been his life up till that point, for in all he was sure that this was the reality in front of him yet there was always doubt in his mind; as was bound to be the case with any mortal presented such an opportunity. This of course was natural in beings like himself, as they too as the deities held place in their thoughts for insecurity and though this was the goddess of his adoration and faith, it might turn out that she was but utilizing him for her mirth. For Mar Vaglia, might not speak in earnest yet in this which he dubbed caution he did not wish to waste what in fact might be a legitimate offering. As Orpheus had done when his doubt had cast his cherished Eurydice, back in the pit of darkness form which Hades had promised to realize her if he only held it in his faith not to look back to see if in all truth she was following him out of the domains of the house of death.

How absurd it would be if his would be to loose all the lust and desire of the one, who could make him a king in both matters of the flesh and what was material, merely due to a lack of faith and in all consideration what did he have to loose by putting his trust in the one who he prayed to while great would be the rewards should he simply trust. It was upon the strength of this logic that he gazed upon Mar Vaglia, with eyes that searched her as he would any other woman that he longed for though she held a place of affection, as none before and yet much to his surprise it held no connection to her being a deity but one who had but that which was of treasure to him.

Mar Vaglia, in seeing that which his eyes communicated passed on more of her forces to include desire to the lust and the longing which were her norm to deliver on to men yet it was with the knowledge that it would be used upon herself that she increased to surrender all her powers on to Giantuvis that he might entrust his root through her rose; as if driven by a bolt of Zeus himself.

Giantuvis, at this point was no longer master of his own will as the amount of lust inside him was to such an extent that it not only increased his strengths beyond what he would have ever considered possible but it reached an extreme that he could not have controlled it even if such had been his intensions. In fact such was it that it was of pain to devastate all in him if he did not release it upon or within one who could withstand with delight; all of the trusts of sexuality in him which at that point made him rival the god Volcano. It being with erupting energy that he attacked not only Mar Vaglia’s rose but all of her body with hands, tongue, mouth and above all his root which would not be held back by any force known to man or even deity.

Chapter Six

This was not a dream turned in to reality but a fantasy of carnality being lived by Giantuvis, as he made use of the goddess of lust and desire, Mar Vaglia to fulfill his every smutty illusion that spared no act regardless of weather it bore decency or not; for this was not of the topic. For Mar Vaglia and Giantuvis were of a mind to carry out all that had been in their inner being while their minds created other possibilities for their bodies to realize as his tongue and root did not spare Mar Vaglia’s rose or any other place where sensual arousal might be obtained; as he and she were implicated in what could be hailed as a war of sensuality. All as if in a struggle in which both would constantly emerge victorious in its numerous climatic points, where actions mimicked those of typhoons for intensity and the devastation they were taking upon their emotions.

Mar Vaglia, for her part had become as any mortal woman would in her sighs of ecstasy as this was the lust she had always longed to feel aimed at her as opposed to simply coming from her. She feeling penetrations in to her very being that went beyond the body she had presented herself on to Giantuvis and in to the foundations of the deity, she in fact was. A sensation it was of being ripped apart by the lighting bolts of Zeus yet the emotional drainage went beyond as she experienced even what the deities in Mount Olympus had not been able to deliver on her in their powerful yet calculating ways of copulating. She had given all her lust to Giantuvis who had taken it and was returning it in full, for his desire was inspired purely out of the need to return it to whom required it the most.

Mar Vaglia, in fact experiencing her own power to the point that slight hesitation went about her that she perhaps had yielded too much of what was hers yet it was with crazed ambition that her sexuality was being assaulted to her delight which would not be quenched regardless of how much she was made to groan. This as all the while she held on to the branch of a tree as if her very immortality were dangling from it. It being such a sensation that elevated all of her senses to points unknown as she lost contact of her own actions or words she uttered, in what at times seemed a dread that she might actually loose her existence and be cast in to oblivion yet this held little regard as she was involved in a war in which their would be only conquerors.

Giantuvis, had lost conscious of who he was as he took the goddess he had grown to adore as well as fear yet neither held him captive, as he delivered back the lust he had obtained, on to she who in his eyes was now his harlot. Her rose being but a portal to her paradise which his root entered at will as he gazed in to her eyes, to see despair as he unleashed all the fury of the forces, she herself had given him while he simply was her master; though the fact that she was a deity did increase his lust even beyond that which had been granted him. She was a bogina, to be feared and respected yet this did not matter; for she was his to do with as his sexual appetite dictated and nothing could be done nor did Mar Vaglia herself which it to end or be altered from what which had developed in to a titanic struggle.

The act had left Mar Vaglia, with all the fatigue she had ever known, as her mind had been set on a storm to rival any created by the deities while her body had lived through moments of intensity to be compared to the war raged so many years before, when Zeus and the rest of the deities had won their struggle to rid themselves of the Titans and thus rule the world. It also bearing similarity that she like on that day had triumphed and obtained that which she so much had been in need of. For she had been exposed to the all the lust of one man which she herself had filled him with and unlike in the past she got to enjoy and not merely watch as others did so.

Mar Vaglia stopped to gaze at Giantuvis, who did not utter a sound as he looked at her without the lust which had been so imposing before their act. It being this gaze in him which had been replaced by that which she had never seen before; to the point that it frightened her as nothing ever had. Giantuvis looked at her as she placed a hand on his face while still covered in their nudity. It being with eyes which stared at her as if inspired by the strongest light from Apollo’s sun. Giantuvis, touched her hand which covered his face and as their eyes locked, his in gestures louder than any words he might have uttered with tongue; claimed that he loved her. This in all truth that which was alien to her yet only at that moment did she sense what it was for the first and last time as Giantuvis slowly died from the effort of their lust. As his heart had failed the endurance placed upon it though if it were about emotions, his had been strongest while his hand articulated a farewell with love that might not die.

Mar Vaglia, for the first time was aware of loss and why humans adore that which is bound to be lost to them. She seeing that it was not that which could be explained but experienced for one to be fully aware of what it was. Mar Vaglia, had known not only lust but the adoration which mortals feel when they give as well as receive. Sadness weighed heavy as she looked upon Giantuvis’s dead body and though she was certain such emotions were never to return, she took certain joy that at least; once had she experience them. Giantuvis was dead, this there was no doubt yet her love for the one who had been so much to her would not leave and though deities would perform the same task; none would ever sacrifice as much for her even if it had been in their possibilities to do so.