Transfiguration of the God
The Leader of the gods, Father of gods and men, god of sky and thunder: called by many titles, his name is still Byakuya Kuchiki and he rules it all. He was lonely and bored. The Heavenly Realm had been quiet as of late. Mind numbingly dull to be more precise. Even the god and goddess of wine and harvest who hosted feasts, Shunsui and Rangiku, had grown tired of giving parties with no guest of honor and no real reason to celebrate. There were always the humans below to pester but that entertainment only lasted so long as well.
Byakuya looked down from his throne to find an interesting human to torture. His eyes roamed the countryside below then he saw her. She was sitting by a smoothly flowing stream bordered by weeping willows and trees filled with fragrant white flowers. Gentle breezes freed the blossoms from the limbs to float down like snow. The white petals matched her flawless ivory skin that made a beautiful backdrop for her waves of flowing black that reached her waist. Her hair reminded him of the velvety night sky. She was wearing a long toga of the darkest purple silk. Her light gray, almost colorless eyes studied the lovely white swans as they floated down the stream past her.
"What a captivating woman," he muttered to himself, scrutinizing her closely with his dark gray eyes that were the color of storm clouds. He decided he would observe her for a while to decide if she was worthy of a visit from a god, especially the Chief god.
Byakuya watched. Each day he observed her with great interest while she went about her daily life. She was a hard worker and not lazy at all. She always got her work done before she would go off for leisure activities. Every day she visited the little stream and watched the white swans paddle by; that was the one constant per diem habit in her life. On market days she always bought extra bread to give to the beggars and extra fruit to give to the orphan children who ran the streets. She was the unmarried daughter of a wealthy Senator. However, she wore the lowly commoner's clothes when mingling amongst them. The few times she was recognized she begged the people not to bow or call her by her name.
Leda was her name. The name meant Lady and she was definitely a lady; beautiful, charming, elegant, and poised. She was high class, belonging to the upper echelon of society, but refused to be acknowledged as such. Although Byakuya did not care too much for her preference to be a commoner and for lowly things, she had captured his attention. Despite her one glaring flaw, being just a human, he wanted her.
Renji hurried to the master's audience chambers. He had been summoned for a mission. It had been a while since he had a task of any kind to do so he was more than ready. He straightened his robes and his red and gold sash that was proof of his position: the demigod of war, servant to the Leader of gods, Byakuya Kuchiki. He entered the meeting room and hit his knees before leaning forward to the floor to show respect to the man he called Master and Commander sitting on the raised platform in the middle of the room. His eyes rose to the gold throne where the imperious god sat, but no further.
"Sir, she's by the river," Renji announced, he rose to one knee but kept his head bowed. Demigod of war – such a useless title. He had become the thunder god's bodyguard and errand boy.
"I'm going down there," Byakuya stated in his deep rumbling voice that sounded like the thunder he controls.
"But, sir –" Renji spoke out of turn and was immediately reprimanded by the pompous deity.
"You dare to question me, servant?" he demanded, his voice booming and echoing off the walls of the column lined chamber.
"No my, Lord," the humiliated demigod responded keeping his head down to hide the anger in his eyes. "I apologize for my insolence. I am your humble servant to command," Renji dutifully groveled. He hated this part. All of the lovely words he had to spout to tickle that arrogant god's ears. He knew the god of gods despised him and only kept him in his service because he was a capable and fierce warrior.
Renji's father, Kenpachi, was the god of War, a full-blood, a real god. Renji was a half breed – half god and half human- shunned by the gods and feared by the humans. The demigods were only able to stay in the Heavenly Realm if they proved to be useful to the full-blood gods, typically in some servile manner. A few were fortunate enough to be accepted by their parents and treated as full-blood children of the gods. He was not one of those. He was shunned by Kenpachi before he was even born. His father had raped his mother, the Queen of a warrior tribe, impregnating her. He then proceeded to attempt to kill her when he discovered her pregnancy. She had saved Renji from his murderous father many times, protecting him until he was fifteen years old by human standards. Soon after her son's fifteenth birthday, the bastard killed her. Kenpachi only succeeded because she was terribly ill and Renji had been away from the village leading a scouting mission that day. His father was still there waiting for him when he returned. The conquering god was sitting beside the body of his dead mother no less.
"I'm taking you home boy," said the god of war who had taken the form of a seven foot tall man with a muscled body and face like a mountain. He was covered with blood and it was hard to tell how much was his and how much belonged to the dead woman. He was missing an eye.
Renji smiled to see that his mother held the god's eye in her bloody hand. At least she went down fighting; but then he would have expected nothing less of his mother. "I am home you bastard. Leave me."
"No, you're coming with me to Heavenly Realm where you belong. You're the demigod of war and my son," Kenpachi said. It would be the first and only time he acknowledged Renji as his son.
So Renji was taken to the Heavenly Realm to be a servant. In one day he went from being King of a tribe to the lowliest servant of the thunder god. At least he was able to work his way up through the ranks and become the Chief Warrior which enabled him to officially lay claim to his demigod status and powers. Despite that, in the end he was still a servant.
"I will be vulnerable while on earth in a different form. I want you to stand guard and protect me," Byakuya informed him, stepping down from his throne.
Renji kept his head down and closed his eyes. He prepared himself for the instantaneous trip to earth. At least the Chief god knew how to travel. In the same amount of time it takes for a human to blink their eyes, the two gods appeared on earth in the middle of the forest just a short distance from the stream.
"By the gods!" Renji yelled, stumbling backwards when his eyes fell on the massive black swan in front of him.
It stretched and flapped its wings, issuing and ear splitting honk that made the redheaded demigod cover his ears with his hands. So this was the form his Master and Commander had chosen to take to seduce the mortal woman. It took everything he could do not to laugh. He followed the god who had transformed into a bird to the stream. He decided to climb one of the nearby trees full of the white flowers to gain a high vantage point so he could see everything and watch carefully.
Did all gods do such imprudent things when a mortal, a useless human, caught their eye? He hoped to never find out. He never wanted to fall in love with anyone, especially not a human.
Leda dipped her toe into the cold water, shivering slightly. She kicked her foot up to send drops of the clear, pure water into the air. It looked like liquid diamonds as the droplets trapped and refracted the sunlight. A smile of joy and content turned up the corners of her lips. She picked up one of the flowers that floated down to her and held it to her nose to inhale its divine fragrance. The simple pleasures of life brought so much happiness and peace to her. She loved this place. It was so calm, so soothing, and so lovely to behold. She was waiting patiently for the daily parade of the magnificent white swans to float past her. Sometimes it seemed as if they were putting on a show just for her.
Leda smiled when she saw the first one come around the bend. Leaning forward with curiosity she saw that there was a newcomer today. A black swan? He was so majestic and regal. She assumed it was a he for some reason. He was much bigger than the others and seemed different in a way she could not explain. Her eyes studied the creature as he floated past her with a royal bearing. She leaned back on her hands when he turned and paddled to the edge of the water. It was a little bit of a struggle to get out of the stream at that location since there was no gradient to the shore. However, he was extremely determined and made it out at last.
Holding her breath, she carefully observed the exquisite animal as it came near her. He had a red beak with a white tip and red eyes that seemed to look at her. Circling around her and extending his wings, he seemed to be studying her as astutely as she was him. His eyes remained on her as if he were gauging her reaction to him. He moved very close to her, his eyes holding hers despite how impossible it could be.
Leda held her breath. This was extremely peculiar and somewhat frightening behavior from one of the usually shy creatures. She gasped when he thrust his head forward; she fully expected to have her eye pecked out. Her body trembled and her breath came in shallow gasps when she felt his soft feathered head rubbing over her cheek. He ran his beak through her hair like a man would his fingers. She began to relax a little when he moved back from her. It seemed the black swan was gazing at her as if he was trying to figure out what to do with her. She was wondering the same thing about him. Should she get up and run? Would it eventually go away if she just sat still?
Byakuya decided it was time to reveal himself before she fled in fear. He wanted to touch her with his hands. He extended one wing and brushed it across her face. It would be best to calm her a bit first with a little of his godly power.
Leda gasped when the swan touched her – he touched her. Her body felt extremely warm as if the sun had instantly burst through the trees and was heating her body from the inside out with a soothing heat. She could feel her body relaxing, but she did not understand why. Her body had grown so heavy that she could not hold herself in a sitting position anymore, and it was as if an invisible force gently pushed her onto her back. Everything became fuzzy and slightly blurred like she was in a dreamy haze. What was happening to her?
'There. That does it,' he thought to himself. Byakuya settled himself beside her, keeping his wing on her cheek. It was time to transform.
Leda watched without comprehending how the man's face appeared where the swan's had been seconds before. The feathers touching her cheek turned into fingers that tenderly brushed over her skin. The man's dark gray eyes gazed into hers and his long, shiny black hair fell forward, tickling her face and chest. She was dreaming – she had to be. Her fingers twisted into the softest, silkiest hair she had ever felt in her life. In her daydream like fog, her eyes traveled over his bare chest and arms but were unable to see further from her lying down position. She could only assume he was naked.
"What is your name?" she inquired as he lowered himself to lie down beside her. He had creamy white skin like hers and a handsomely muscled, completely perfect body - a god's body. A god?
"Byakuya," she gasped upon making the revelation that she was in the presence of the god of gods. The storytellers of her village had told stories of gods coming to visit human women. A few of the old women of the village even claimed to be recipients of such visits. She had viewed them all as crazy old ladies who had nothing better to do but sit around and make up tales to enthrall the romance starved adolescent girls.
"You know me, my dear?" he asked, untying the gold braided belt from the lavender toga she wore.
"Of course I know you! You're the Leader of the gods. The Father of gods and men," she murmured, while he pushed aside her toga. Gods and men. Oh, no. Was she about to become one of those women? Had he chosen her as a lover? Would she be the mother of a demigod?
"I will not hurt you. Do not be afraid. I am only here to pleasure you," he said in his lulling, mesmerizing voice.
Every time he spoke it felt like he was stroking her deep inside, exciting her and making her want him. Leda could hear him speaking to her but could not make out the words. His soft lips pressed against hers, drawing a moan of pleasure from the guileless gesture. His lips moved down her neck while his fingers found her nipple and rubbed over it, pulling a gasp from her lips. She was powerless against him. Even if she could protest, she doubted she would.
Byakuya was a full sensory experience in pleasure. He was positively gorgeous, therefore a delight to behold. Each touch from his lips or fingers brought her near orgasmic bliss. He smelled like the earth after a fresh rainfall; clean, pure, and divine. His tongue entered her mouth and it was like tasting honey straight from the comb. Oh, god, my god; he was here on earth and about to make love to her. He chose her. Her eyes gazed at his lips that were swollen and cherry red after kissing her for several minutes. They were a glaring yet alluring contrast against his unspoiled porcelain skin.
"Kiss me again," she begged him,unable to stop herself.
Byakuya was more than happy to fulfill her request. He pressed his lips to hers which were tantalizing and yielding. He wanted more of her. Positioning himself between her legs, he pushed into her yearning, accepting body. She had never known a man before. She was pure and completely untarnished as if she was meant for him. She truly was worthy of his carnal affections. It always took him by surprise how pleasurable it could be to have sex with these ordinary mortals. They really could be enjoyable creatures sometimes.
Renji was still in the tree but he was no observing his master. In fact, he was hiding from the god he was supposed to be protecting. How could he possibly stand by and watch as the egocentric god had his way with the human woman? He pressed his back against the trunk of the tree, squeezing his eyes closed. When the woman emitted a loud moan, he covered his ears. Self-important, conceited bastard; how could Byakuya be so thoughtless and selfish? Oh because he was the god of gods he was entitled.
The demigod cringed when a shriek of pleasure from the woman entered his ears and ricocheted in his skull. He had yet another reason to hate his overbearing and self-centered master. No one should have endure such a demeaning event.
Leda moaned plaintively from the excruciating pleasure. Where was the pain she had been warned about it? How many women lose their virginity to a god? It felt as if every nerve ending was on fire with ecstasy. Each stroke of him into her body felt like an orgasm all unto itself. How did those women endure sex with a god? It was marvelous but devastating in its intensity.
Byakuya pondered how much her mortal body could withstand. A lopsided, half grin touched his lips as she yelped and whimpered, sometimes calling his name like a prayer. He continued to slowly make love to her hoping the exquisite pleasure would not drive her to the point of insanity. He was that good, and he knew it. He was not just a god, he was the god.
Leda wanted him to end this soon. The ecstasy was becoming unbearable. She finally understood the statement that a person can have too much of a good thing. He was definitely too much of a great thing.
"My god," she panted, pressing her hands against his chest.
"Am I? Am I your god, woman?" he asked, gazing at her lovely face. He kissed her lips, and she cried out with desire and delight.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she bawled, writhing and wriggling under him. Her eyes were wide with something akin to panic and fear from the consuming bliss racing through her body. She screamed and thrashed about when she lost complete control of her body.
"Oh, Leda," he whispered in her ear. He knew she had just experienced the ultimate human pleasure they call an orgasm.
'He knows my name? He knows my name!' her brain screamed at her. Her elation over the god knowing her name was quickly swept away when a mind numbing wave of pleasure hit her and nearly knocked her unconscious.
Byakuya felt a familiar and longed for sensation in his loins. It was a burning, pulling sensation like the tightening of a leather strap on a sling before it is released. The feeling continued to grow until it was like someone knocked something out of him. He cried out in surprise and overpowering ecstasy when his body shook with ripples of pleasure. Oh, she was a lovely woman indeed. There was also the heavenly discharge from his body that was going into hers causing her to moan and move under him. It had been eons since he had felt this glorious sensation. He held her and covered her face with many tender kisses in gratitude for allowing him to use her body, although she had no real choice in the matter from the beginning. He had never been reluctant to release a human before. She was different. He would come back to her for, regrettably, at this moment it was time for him to go. He could not risk being vulnerable in this mortal form any longer.
"Farewell, sweet Leda," he said. He kissed her one last time, and he was gone.
Leda awoke with a start. She was lying on her back under a willow tree by the stream. How did she fall asleep out here? She sat up looking around her, completely befuddled. There were black feathers on the ground all around her. She picked up one of the smooth, sleek feathers and stared at it. The black swan? But it was just a dream.