It's Good to be a (Demi)God Part 4 (Pocahontas Edition)

Part 3 got taken down for "relationships between family members". There were zero family members in it, but Chel said M o m m a the AI flagged it. You have to love Patreon's systems that work super well and definitely don't constantly make mistakes!

Also I know the timeline of this one doesn't really make much sense, but just pretend the characters wouldn't be alive at super different times. It's porn logic.

On the coastline of a VERY young United States, long before any name like that existed, a conflict was brewing. On one side, new settlers—their boats still bobbing on the water nearby—loaded muskets and aimed cannons inside of a fresh fort. On the other side, surrounding the fort, were natives that wielded spears and bows, standing shirtless with their dark skin. A battle was inevitable, and whichever side won was the only one that would escape eradication. The air could have been cut with a knife.

“Shoot anything that moves outside those walls, do you hear me!” screamed a big and ugly man with a purple hat and odd hair, tied off with red bows on either side.

“Please, sir,” urged a blond man at his side. “I’m telling you, we can reason with them!”

The ugly man spun around, hunching forward and wagging his finger in the man’s face. 

“I won’t hear another word of that, Smith,” he said angrily. “Get in position, and get your musket raised!”

Reluctantly, the blond man stepped away, taking aim at the locals.

“Remember men?” shouted the ugly man, who was their leader. “When we win this battle, it will all be ours! All the riches we can pocket, and more gold than those Spanish dogs ever laid eyes on! We’re the citizens of the great nation of England! Nothing can stand in our way!”

He didn’t notice the shadow that had appeared above him. His men did, and they shouted warnings, all of them too late. The ugly man barely had time to look up before he was crushed with a deafening noise.

The afternoon stood still. The men around the fort, subordinates of the now very recently deceased Governor Ratcliffe, couldn’t understand their eyes. There was a raft of tied together tree trunks held in place with basic rope, yet it had fallen from the sky. On the back of it was a handsome white man, a beautiful dark woman, and a little girl with skin halfway between the two. 

“Do it again, do it again!” the little girl said while laughing uproariously.

The woman tugged on the man’s arm.

“I told you that you were making the waves too big!” Chel scolded. “You threw us a hundred feet onto the shore. What if we landed on someone?”

“Actually, you did,” one of the men said, but the newcomers weren’t listening.

“It’s fine,” Percy said. “Atzi likes it.”

He stuck out his arm and their daughter grabbed on, allowing him to lift her up. She giggled as he moved her back and forth, letting her feel like she was flying. Chel shook her head, but she had a smile on her face at the same time. Percy knew she loved them both.

“For governor Ratcliffe!” one of the soldiers suddenly shouted, aiming at them with his musket.

That was a grave mistake. Immediately, Percy’s glare made him freeze. Inside the soldier’s head, he suddenly became certain that this couldn’t be an ordinary man. No, it had to be something else. It had to be something MORE.

He was right, of course, but it was too late to do anything about it. He’d threatened Percy’s family. That meant they were going down.

Virginia experienced its largest ever tsunami that day. The water just happened to miss the spot where the raft had landed, but beyond that, the entire fort was pulled away into the seat. It was as if the water made a big fist and just took everything, the men included. They washed back to shore not long later, unconscious but not dead, and the natives who were about to fight them approached tentatively, choosing to tie them up.

When those same natives approached the strangers on the raft, they bowed and kneeled. Percy scratched the back of his head.

“This feels like it’s turning into a habit, doesn’t it?” he said.

Chel pushed his shoulder, sighing. “This time, it was completely your fault. How would they not think you were a god after that?”

“I guess so,” Percy admitted, starting to feel a little embarrassed. Maybe he overreacted just a teeny bit.

At least now the welcome would probably be good.

Sure enough the natives invited them back to the village, and the family accepted without thinking twice.

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Kronos’s time travel still hadn’t worn off, and Percy was starting to wonder if it ever would. He was shocked to find he didn’t mind, though. His life was as peaceful as it had ever been… but still with plenty of spice, having Chel at his side. They stayed at El Dorado for years, but when it became clear that Percy was aging like the human he was and not the god he was pretending to be, they made the choice to leave and travel the world.

The couple were in their late twenties at this point, and their daughter was five. They called her Atzi, which Chel said meant rain.

“Because you’re the sea, I’m not, and she’s halfway in between us,” was how Chel explained it.

Currently, Atzi was outside picking flowers with the children of the tribe that had taken them in. She was marveling at all the different colors there were, many of which she’d never seen back in South America. Her parents, meanwhile, were sitting on their knees in front of the chief.

The chief’s name was Powhattan, which vaguely rang a bell for Percy and made him think of old history classes in school, but he couldn’t remember much more. He was a big man who’d clearly seen his fair share of battles and fights. Now, his face was wrinkled and quite mellow. He lowered his head to the two of them.

“No words can be enough, oh benevolent gods,” he said. “Thanks to you, none of my warriors were sent to the spirit in the sky, and no medicine even needs to be used. I cannot thank you enough.”

“It’s fine,” Percy said. “Atzi really likes those flowers. That’s enough for payment.”

“No,” the chief insisted. He sat up straight, staring intently at Percy. “For a boon like what you have offered us, only a boon just as great could make us even. I have nothing to give that is valuable enough… However, I can still offer my most precious gem.”

“We don’t really need to be rich—” Percy said, but at the same time Chel said: “Tell us more!”

He gave her a critical look, but Chel didn’t care. She’d grown a lot, but her love of money and jewels never disappeared. There was a reason she’d lived as a scammer and a thief before she met Percy.

“My daughter has reached a marriageable age,” Chief Powhattan said. “She was going to be given to one of my best warriors, but nothing would please me more than wedding her to you, benevolent god.”

Again, Percy tried to turn him down.

“I don’t need that—” he said, only for Chel to lean forward and say: “We’ll take her!”

Percy grabbed his wife’s shoulders, pulling her back and whispering in her ear.

“Why?” he whispered. “We barely know these people.”

“Because it sounds fun,” Chel whispered back. “And exciting. I bet she’s hot.”

“I know the chief said that,” Percy began, “but that doesn’t mean she’s actually—”

“You called, father?”

A woman wearing animal skins appeared in the door of the tent. She had glossy black hair that was as long as Chel’s, while she had lighter skin that was more similar to Atzi’s in its shade. She was also absolutely stunning. At probably around nineteen years old, almost the same age as Percy was when he first returned to the past, she had a tight body with medium sized breasts and a great ass. She looked at her father, not the man across from him, attempting to remain calm.

“You were saying?” Chel whispered smugly.

She turned and leaned over, clasping the chief’s hands in her own.

“Don’t worry,” she assured him. “We’ll take WONDERFUL care of your daughter. Starting from tonight.”

The chief’s daughter showed some surprise. She looked at Percy, then looked away while blushing. “Is that true? Am I to be his, and not Kocoum’s?”

“Yes, Pocahontas,” Powhatan said. “I think this is for the best, given the service they offered us. When they stay tonight, it will be inside of your tent.”

“I… I must prepare!” Pocahontas said. “This is very sudden!”

She fled the room quickly, pretty much running. Percy caught that there was a smile on her face, though. On her way out, she snuck one more bashful glance at him.

Chel watched her go with an unbelievably smug smile.

“You’re having too much fun with this,” Percy whispered in a resigned voice.

“And you’re not having enough of it,” she said. “Come on, let’s play with Atzi for a while.”

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In the end, things worked out perfectly. Atzi made fast friends with some of the native kids, and wanted to sleep in a different teepee with them. Percy and Chel gave her permission immediately. They explored the Powhatan Tribe’s village until it got dark, then took part in a campfire ceremony that involved food and stories. As the final story neared its close, Percy saw movement from the corner of his eye. Pocahontas was back. She brushed hair behind her ear and gestured with her finger. Then, she slipped inside one of the tents. Percy left the circle, approaching the tent, and Chel was right there at his side, having seen the same thing.

“Let’s give her a night she’ll remember, Mr God,” she said playfully.

Percy brushed open the canvas entrance to the tent, the two of them moving inside.

The air was slightly smokey inside. There were animal skins spread along the floor in the middle to act like bedding and cushions, while candles had been lit in the corners. Pocahontas was sitting down, her long legs sticking from the bottom of her dress, which only covered a little bit of her thighs. She looked away nervously when they entered.

“W-Welcome,” Pocahontas greeted them.

She had a smooth voice. Percy could feel how young she was just in the way she carried herself.

“Alright!” Chel said. “That’s enough being bashful!”

She pulled on her trademark loincloth and top, untying them in seconds, and pounced like a predator. Pocahontas’s eyes widened.

“Wait I’m not— There!? Hold on… Mmm! Ah! Wait!”

Chel finally stopped. By this point she was behind Pocahontas with her limbs wrapped all the way around the other woman. Pocahontas’s dress had been slid up at the front, letting Percy see glimpses of her pussy, while the top of her dress had been pulled down at an angle, one of her boobs sticking out. Chel had been in the process of biting her ear, her fingers pinching the nipple of the exposed boob, as she finally paused.

“What’s wrong?” Chel asked. “You don’t want this?”

As she asked the question, she inclined her head toward Percy, clearly telling him to get undressed. Sighing, he did just that, pulling off his clothes. He was hard, of course, given what he was seeing in front of him. Pocahontas stared at his dick, temporarily forgetting how to speak.

“It’s not that I don’t want it,” she said eventually. “Just… I wasn’t expecting things to go this fast.”

Chel smirked, inhaling through her nose. “Yes, you were definitely excited. You washed your hair just for this. And then down here…”

Her fingers pushed Pocahontas’s dress up higher, running along the pussy of the chief’s daughter. Pocahontas moaned. This time, she didn’t push Chel away. Chel got two fingers inside her slit, plunging them down relentlessly. When Pocahontas moaned, Chel managed to slide her tongue into her mouth, kissing her. Eventually, she managed to get Pocahontas’s dress loose, pulling it off over her head.

As soon as Pocahontas was naked, her body tangled with Chel’s, Chel pulled her fingers out of the girl's pussy and beckoned Percy with a finger.

“Get over here and take the prize for your good deed, stud,” she said.

Percy walked across the tent, dropping down on his knees. Pocahontas couldn’t help but look at his handsome face, the idea that she was about to be his finally settling in. Chel had moved her hand back to Pocahontas’s pussy, spreading her pussy open to be ready for Percy. He pushed his cockhead against her and listened to Pocahontas groan eagerly.

“Ask for it now, Sweetie,” Chel urged.

“Please…” Pocahontas said. “Please give me your big juicy dick, lord.”

Percy did exactly that. Feeling her body being stretched, Pocahontas screamed.

Her voice easily escaped the teepee where they were fucking. It probably filled the entire village. She was just getting started, too, because each time Percy pulled back only to thrust again, Pocahontas screamed just as loud.”

“My hubby’s pretty big, isn't he?” Chel asked smugly. “That’s why I don’t mind sharing. There’s lots to go around. Oh, just a warning, while we’re at it. He can fuck for an entire day straight.”

Even as she was screaming her pleasure, Pocahontas's eyes widened when she heard this. Percy shook his head.

“You’re exaggerating and scaring her,” he said. “My limit is half a day at best. Even I can’t go for longer than twelve hours.”

Chel laughed at Pocahontas’s face. “Now who’s scaring her, honey?”

Pocahontas did look highly nervous again. However, what Percy could feel and Chel couldn't see, was that she was also getting much wetter inside. Soon, each thrust Percy gave her sounded like a wet squelch. Chel so that she was close to cumming and started adding her own expertise.

While Percy fucked Pocahontas from the front, Chel stimulated her from behind. She bit the girl’s neck and pinched both her nipples from behind. Sometimes, she just groped Pocahontas, or stroked her stomach. No matter what she did, Pocahontas only got more turned on by the touches. If Percy’s dick wasn’t filling her up she would’ve been squirting.

When he felt his balls tingle, Percy grabbed Pocahontas’s dark thighs and lifted them up. He also bent his neck forward, interrupting her moans by kissing her lips. It was a chaste and almost innocent kiss with a minimum of tongue, sort of like what you might get at a wedding. But this more innocent gesture was concurrent with the lewdness of Percy emptying his balls inside the chief's daughter. She could feel a man filling her pussy with his mark for the first time in her life, so she kissed with her eyes open, looking at Percy.

Percy could feel her legs shaking by the time his balls were empty, so he pulled out of her, allowing her cunt to spill excess seed onto the fox pelt underneath her. Immediately, Chel rolled out from behind Pocahontas, popping up. 

“My turn!” she said, running to get in position. “Oh, it’s been SO long since we’ve had a proper night away from Atzi. Give it all to me, Percy! You know how well I can take it…”

She raised her ass and dropped her head the way she was so good at. Percy took one more look at Pocahontas laying flat with his cum between her legs, then grabbed Chel’s ass and started to fuck her doggystyle. 

He fell back on old habits, spanking and pinning her arms to her back, really fucking her hard. Chel’s whole lower half was built like a cushion, with her enormous thighs and equally sized ass, allowing her to take a superhuman fucking despite having no special powers herself… other than maybe supernatural eroticism. She screamed and moaned and talked dirty to him, loving every second of having her pussy plundered the way it used to be.

Somewhere around Chel’s third orgasm, Pocahontas got up. She moved slowly but without any doubt. She came closer, putting herself next to Chel, and turned around. She looked at the older woman with a studying eye, lowering her own head and raising her ass as well as she could. Her back didn’t bend as expertly, but she still tried her hardest, getting into position. Her ass wasn’t as big as Chel’s, but it was more muscular and athletic. Percy immediately wanted to claim it. 

So he swatted it with an open palm, watching the way it bounced and listening to Pocahontas’s cute squeak. Turned on, he dumped a load inside of Chel to give her something to tide her over, then moved to his newer wife.

He grabbed her wide hips and fucked her frome behind.

“How is it going… even DEEPER!” Pocahontas screamed.

Chel chuckled next to her, looking drunk off of Percy’s creampie. “Welcome to the beauty of taking it from behind. There’s a reason animals do it this way.”

Percy fucked Pocahontas until he couldn’t handle it anymore, and when he reached his limit, he dumped a second load inside the gorgeous girl. As soon as he was done, he moved back to Chel, who was awaiting a second round in the same position she started in. He swapped back and forth between them over and over again, taking his two girls.

By the time he eventually finished, leaning back and just staring, both of them were sore and barely conscious. The image was one that would stick with him for the rest of his life: Chel on the right, Pocahontas on the left, only their lower halves visible as white screams poured out from between their crotches.

“Atzi is going to end up with company soon, isn’t she?” Percy realized.

Oh well. It was definitely worth it.