Oh, My Goddess!
The Secret Wish
by EM

Belldandy stood before the rock garden of her temple home beside her robot friend, Banpei.  The pebbles of the garden surged and raged at her feet like the waves of an ocean storm.  Large stones dotted the scene like fingers on some miniature coast.  Belldandy studied the garden, admiring it for a moment.  Her beloved Keiichi spent long hours every week creating the ocean scenes the stones and tiny pebbles played out.  He looked so focused, so relaxed as he raked and arranged.  Belldandy sat and watched him every week, marveling at his skill.  She turned back to the temple.  Keiichi usually did not stay up this late at night, but Belldandy did not want to leave him without making sure.  She listened to the night sounds carefully.  Maple and cherry trees rustled in the wind and crickets chirped in the gently swaying grass.  Banpei hummed lightly beside her, ready and eagerly waiting to carry out her slightest command.  The little robot always seemed to hum louder when Belldandy stood near, but went into a kind of stealth mode whenever her older sister Urd approached.
Belldandy, the Goddess of the Present, focused her will and listened harder.  The quiet night came to life with sounds.  Feathery moth wings beat in her ears.  Ants stomped through the garden with militant cadence, while owls swooped through the air overhead.  More precious to Belldandy came the sounds of the temple itself, where her beloved family lay.  Belldandy heard her younger sister Skuld's peaceful breath.  The Goddess of the Future's breath quickened as some mecha anime or new invention flashed through her sleeping head.  Urd, the Goddess of the Past, snored like an ox; obliterating every other sound within three meters.  Mercifully out of Urd's devastating range laid another sleeper.  Belldandy listened to his calm, even breathing with a fluttering heart.  Her beloved seldom slept so well these days.  The peaceful college life he had once enjoyed had gone away when Belldandy and her sisters came to live with him.  The poor boy could hardly hope to see those easy days any time soon.
Belldandy relaxed, certain that she was alone, and drew her senses back to herself.  She walked through the beautiful rock garden.  Without displacing a pebble she skipped over the rough waves and sat down on a large stone.  Banpei risked Keiichi's wrath and trundled after her, scattering garden stones like mad.
Belldandy gazed up at the lonely moon suspended above her.  "Oh, Mother Moon, my secret confidant," she whispered upward.  "I almost met with disaster today.  Keiichi kissed me this afternoon, he made me so happy.  I want to respond warmly when he tries to be close to me, but this time I fear I may have tried too hard.  I must keep my thoughts of him pure, but I can not hold my love inside forever."  Belldandy's cheeks burned in spite of herself.  "I tried to be calm, but..."
"I slipped my tongue between his lips," she whispered.
Banpei hopped in surprise.
"You mustn't tell anyone, Banpei.  I almost died of  embarrassment!" She begged the little robot.  "Promise me!"
Banpei froze, transfixed by his goddess's sudden stare.  Her wide gray eyes pleaded, terrified of being exposed.  He shook his ceramic head vigorously.  He would sooner brave Urd's wrath than disobey the wishes of his beloved Belldandy.  He would never utter a syllable of what he had heard just now; though he could barely speak, anyway.
Belldandy relaxed and smiled a little.  "It was fun, though, Banpei.  I wish that I could do it again, deliberately," she said, almost whispering.
"I would throw my arms around his neck, and squeeze my body to his!  I would kiss him with my lips, my breasts, my tongue, everything!  I would fill his mouth like sweet wine.  I would make him drunk with my love!"
Belldandy glanced down at Banpei.  Impossible though it was, the shocked little robot's camera eyes seemed to bulge from their ports.
"Oh, I'm such a coward, Banpei.  I could never do that." She said smiling sadly. "What truly frustrates me, though, is that Keiichi thought it was all an accident; he did not even respond.  I try to appear innocent, but he does not even believe that I am capable of being passionate with him.  I do not know how to show him, either.  I am too afraid."
Belldandy studied the moon's craggy, mottled surface.  The powerful Mother Goddess of the Moon had always helped young maidens through times of dispair.  Belldandy was a powerful goddess as well, but still a maiden.
"It is such a selfish wish.  I am almost ashamed of it," she whispered.  "But, this is what is in my heart.  I cannot hide it."
Belldandy's secret longings flooded her heart again.  She had come out into the night fleeing her illicit desire.  She sought comfort from the light of the moon and the peaceful sounds of nature.  She felt her body stir.  A lonely ache began to pulse between her legs.  She had long grown accustomed to the feeling.  She had spent many nights alone in her room yearning, while Keiichi peacefully slept without her.
Belldandy parted her kimono.  Moonlight gleamed on her smooth ivory legs.  She touched herself between her thighs.  Cold air chilled her fingers as she drew them away.  Belldandy smiled at Banpei.  "I'm going to do something daring, " she told him in a low voice.
Belldandy tugged at her kimono and drew it down over her shoulders.  The moonlight kissed her bared nipples.  They warmed and pointed heavenward.  She parted the heavy fabric covering her legs and eased her knees apart.  She closed her eyes and, leaning back on one hand, stroked the soft flesh between her legs.  Her fingers smoothed the silvery gray hair she often spent hours washing and brushing.  She fantasized many times of the day her beloved would lay her down in his room and find the gleaming trove of silver she had lain between her legs for him.  Shivers of pleasure traveled the length of her body as she tickled the little mouth of her sex.  Her heart pounded, fearing discovery.  Slowly at first, then faster, her desire buoyed her courage.
"Dear Goddesses of Love," she whispered in prayer.  "Bless this ceremony of passion and grant me strength and wisdom, that I may bring my beloved closer to me."  A tiny kernel of heat flared to light inside her body.  It flung tingling sparks onto her skin and began to smolder like a coal. Gingerly, Belldandy slipped a finger inside herself.  She paused a savoring the sensation of having something inside, of being penetrated.  She pushed in another.  The kernel flickered and spat within her.  She drew her fingers out, soaked in her honey, and traced slow circles around the mouth.  She pushed her fingers as deep inside as they would go and wet her knuckles.  The moonlight made her body burn and insulated her from the cold night air of the garden.  She stroked slowly in and out, her hips jerking slightly when she touched the sensitive fold at the top of her sex.
Banpei's fevered beeping crept into Belldandy's awareness.  She wondered briefly if robots could masturbate, and if Banpei would.  The thought of it made her giggle.
Belldandy tossed her head back and threw herself to her pleasure.  Her hand moved faster, surging in and out with the rising tempo of her pulse.  The kernel of warmth between her legs swelled.  Her body trembled with ecstasy.  Her stocking feet ground the pebbles beneath them.  She clutched the stone desperately.  The kernel of heat exploded, and Belldandy gasped at the force of her orgasm.  Her sex spasmed and clenched around her fingers.  She moaned joyfully as her body went rigid with rapture.
A blissful eternity passed before Belldandy felt herself relax.  Her sex released her hand and began to cool.  She became aware of her surroundings again as the pleasure released its grip on her senses.  The garden scene danced before her, shimmering and quivering before it settled.  The cool wind teased her bare skin, and the bright moon burned it.
Belldandy withdrew her fingers from her body.  They dripped with fragrant nectar.  She drew her kimono close to her again, and regarded the thick liquid that covered her fingers.  She tasted it.
It's very sweet, she thought.  It's like honey.  Belldandy rose from the stone and sat on the cool pebbles of the garden, exhausted.  She rested against the stone while her body cooled.
"Goddesses all taste so distinctive, Banpei," she said absently.  "It's amazing how different the flavors are."
Banpei sat down beside her and beeped curiously.  How would such a beautiful, innocent lady know something like that, he wondered
"Oh, I know a good deal of things you would never think of, Banpei," Belldandy said proudly.  "My domain is the Present, which is very broad.  This allows me to gain experience in many different areas."  Belldandy pulled her kimono closer.  The fever of passion her had left her, and she felt the chill of the night again.
"I am well versed in the powers of love and romance and passion.  I have done many studies in love, some of which would surprise even my sister Urd, should she find them out.  I was a much respected advisor in matters of the heart, in my home."
Banpei nodded thoughtfully, taking in Belldandy's words.
"I only wish that I could share my experiences with Keiichi," Belldandy whispered sadly.  "I have never been in love before; I do not know how to approach him with my desires.  It is easy to help another with his difficulties, but it is so different when those same troubles become your own."
"One night," Belldandy began in a louder voice, "while Keiichi's friends from the Motor Club threw a party here, I had small encounter. Sayoko, Keiichi's schoolmate, and Urd had spirited my beloved away to torment him, and left me by myself."  Belldandy murmured quietly, as if to herself, "Perhaps I should be more possessive of him."
"I was leaving the kitchen when it happened," she said, turning back to Banpei.  "I had made up a platter of food for the partygoers just before.  I placed a gentle spell on the morsels to ward off evil hangover demons that might attack Keiichi and his friends and went to deliver it.
"Keiichi's sister, Megumi stopped me in the hall.  She had taken quite a bit of drink, like everyone else, and swayed a little.  She looked at the tray of food I carried, and then forlornly at me.  'Belldandy,' she said.  'You are so sweet.  My brother is so lucky to have someone like you to take care of him.'
"I thanked her, of course, and then she stepped closer.  She stumbled and bumped into my tray.  I almost dropped it, and I fell to my knees trying to catch it without spilling any of the food.  Megumi knelt beside me with tears in her eyes and apologized with a sincerely that took me by surprise.  She was drunk, beyond any doubt, but it tore my heart to see her cry.  Before I could say anything... she kissed me."
Belldandy leaned over to Banpei and whispered secretly, "She slipped me her tongue!"
Banpei fell over backwards.  Belldandy laughed.  She took hold of a manipulator and gently helped the little robot right himself.
"You must be more careful, Banpei." Belldandy said.  "Perhaps Skuld should take a look at you."  Banpei only shook his ceramic head and motioned for Belldandy to go continue.  Belldandy regarded him carefully before she spoke again.
"Well, I didn't want to hurt Megumi's feelings, or tell her no directly.  I wanted to keep myself pure for Keiichi, but she just seized me, and would not let go.  She is so sensitive, just like my beloved.  Their spirits are very much alike.  I relaxed myself, closed my eyes, and pretended I was with him."
"It was very sweet," Belldandy said, her voice sounding far away.  "Megumi was very passionate."
Banpei shook his head in amazement.  He could not believe that his dear and innocent Belldandy could do such things.
"She was the first mortal I had ever tasted," Belldandy continued laughing.  "She tasted very strange; very dark and musky.  She tasted like desperate passion, not at all like a Goddess, which is a very refined flavor.  A Goddesses never tastes of desperation."
Banpei tried to snort, though he lacked a nose.  He found Belldandy's words hard to believe after the prayer to the Moon Goddess she had just made.
Then again, Goddesses, and presumably Gods too, were special creatures.  They created their earthly bodies from their own will.  They could look, sound, and taste however they wished, with respect to their age.  And Belldandy, of course, never lied.  Banpei could think of no real reasons why the essence of a Goddess's body should taste like that of a mortal's.  Nonetheless, if Belldandy continued to wait for Keiichi confess his love to her she may begin to taste very desperate indeed.
Belldandy watched little Banpei curiously.  He looked so cute when he sat and thought.  He lacked the full mental talents of a real mortal, which made his mind transparent to her, like an animal or plant.  She could almost hear the little registers and accumulators shifting and clicking thoughts around in his head.
 "Megumi was lonely," Belldandy continued, once Banpei had returned his attention to her again.  "She dates, but has no true lover.  The heart starves for love, Banpei.  Many people never find the true love their hearts and bodies crave, and so they live their lives without fulfillment.  I am trying to find a lover for Megumi, but it is not easy.  Her heart does not cry to her very loudly, you see.
"I hope that I may find my own fulfillment in Keiichi.  My heart cries to me very loudly!"
Banpei concentrated as he had seen Belldandy do, and tried to hear the crying of her heart.  He cocked his head, puzzled.  He heard only an evenly metered bu-bump, bu-bump.  Belldandy laughed again.
"How cute, Banpei!" She squealed.  "I thank you for trying, though.  The conditions of the heart are very difficult to hear.  It takes very special talents to detect them. There were a few times, however, that my dear sisters heard the crying of mine and then answered."

One time happened while Nitomi Tech was holding its semester examinations.  Keiichi left early these days to reach his classes on time, and stayed late at night attending study parties.  I realized the importance of Keiichi's tests, but I missed him dearly, regardless.  He had so little time for me those days.  I barely even had the chance to hug him when he came home.
I still tried to show him I cared.  I made certain all his study materials were ready and at hand whenever he might need them.  I pleaded with my sisters constantly to keep the house quiet at night so that my beloved could rest.  I made him extra special lunches every morning, and packed tea and munchies for him to bring to his study parties at night.
Urd must have noticed my loneliness, because she began to tease Keiichi cruelly about me.  Urd did not like him, then, as much as she does now.  She did not think he had the strength to posses a goddess; as a girlfriend or a lover.  In her eyes, he was not worthy of me.  She could see the way I felt for him, though, because she decided to help me.
I think.
Urd made her Tea of Love again.  You may not have heard about the first time Urd made this particular potion.  She embarrassed herself horribly when she tried to use it on Keiichi and me.  She drank it, accidentally, and spent the whole the afternoon chasing cherry blossoms.  Tea seems to be a very poor delivery system for romance, and this attempt came to no better end than the first.
Keiichi woke up late the day Urd decided to play her little scheme.  He rushed to school that morning, and in his haste, forgot to take his thermos of tea with him.

"It is probably just as well," Belldandy said, irritated by the memory.  "He needed to concentrate on his studied, not on me.  But I drank the tea!"  Banpei hopped again.

I had never taken any of Urd's love potions before.  She usually fed her concoctions to Skuld.  I thought it was simply tea; I did not know to suspect anything.
As soon as I drank the first sip I began to feel hot, as though I had a fever.  My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I could not breathe. I first thought I had been poisoned by a demon, and I scoured the cup looking for traces of anything.  I found nothing but Urd's potion.  I flew off to find her.

With every step I grew warmer.  The air tickled the back of my neck as I ran.  My breasts grew heavy and sensitive as they swung with my movements.  The heat inside began to slowly to change into a blazing desire that crept through my body like a thick oil.
I found my sister in her room.  She stretched languidly on pillows watched television.  I burst in, not waiting to knock.  Potions and herbs lined my sister's walls.  Mystical icons, books, and things pickled in jars lined her shelves, while cushions and half perused magazines littered the floor.  The sweet and pungent aroma of my sister's room hung in the air like a mist and blasted my agitated senses.
"Urd!" I shouted rudely.  "What did you put into Keiichi's tea?"
Urd looked at me for the slightest moment before smiling in perverse amusement.  'Well, well,' she purred as she rose smoothly to her feet.  "What did you do with the tea, drink it?"
She must have thought it was funny, but I was furious.  I felt chill now and started to shiver miserably.  My body raged for appeasement.  "Help me," I pleaded.  "Make this stop."
Urd slowly walked toward me wearing a Cheshire's grin.  "This is a upgraded version of my last love potion.  It works instantly, needing nothing to trigger its effects.  Unfortunately, I haven't gotten around to brewing an antidote to this one."  She tugged at the zipper at the front of her dress.  "How sad..." she purred sorrowfully.
"The only way to free someone from the potion is to burn up with passion."  Urd's dress fell to the floor and she stood before me in her black satin brassiere and panties.  She laid a hand over my loudly beating heart.  "If you know what I mean," she breathed.
I frowned at her and stepped away.  Urd simply shrugged and said, "You can always wait until Keiichi gets home."  She started to pick up her dress.  "Then you can ask him to help you."
I felt a pang.  If I were to see Keiichi in that incredible state I knew that I could never keep myself from him.  I did not have time to figure out Urd's potion before my beloved came home, either.  I could not think of anything else I could do.  I closed my eyes and pouted.  I lifted my face up to my sister's.  I felt her lips brush mine, and the potion seized control.  As if it were instinct, my arms went around Urd's neck.  I could not make myself let go.  I kissed her deeply.  Urd tensed, and made a startled noise.  I think I caught Urd by surprise, but she recovered instantly.
Her hands crushed my breasts and traced my waist and hips.  Her lips never parted from mine as she stripped me of my clothing.  My dress and slip fell to the floor.  My sweater and blouse slipped from my shoulders.
Urd's tongue darted between my lips, caressing my tongue and filling my mouth.  It would force itself into me boldly and possess me, then flee and I would have to press close and chase her.  I could not hope to match the skill of such an experienced lover, but I tried so hard.  Her lips are so lush and full; the feeling of them against mine made my head pound.
I shuddered when her hands brushed against my breasts again.  The soft cotton of my brassiere between us muted the sensation and made it strange.  Her hands traced the simple stitching, shameless, ignoring my shivers.  They followed the fabric under my breasts, around my body, under my arms, and to the tiny clasp at my back.  I almost pulled away, just then.  I felt afraid of my sister.  I did not want to show my her my naked breasts, but I thought of my beloved.  I had to do this for his sake.  How would he feel after seeing me like this?
The clasp came undone and I felt the fabric leave my skin.  Urd stepped away with my brassiere in her hand.
"She is going to look at me," I thought in a panic.  My body burned with passion, dispite the chill I felt on my skin.  I must have reeked of desperation.  I could not bear to let Urd see me like that.  She glanced into my eyes and smiled.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my fist and tried to stand perfectly still.  "Don't look at me," I pleaded silently.  I had never felt so naked in my life.  I could not stop trembling with desire as she studied me.  I ached to feel her hands touch my skin and her mouth press mine.  My face flushed with embarrassment.  I could feel my breasts burning; they must have been bright scarlet.  Tears squeezed from my eyes.
Urd cooed sorrowfully.  "Don't cry, my dear, lovely sister," she said with a smile in her voice.  I felt her sweet breath against my face.  She kissed my lips and brushed my tears away with her tongue.  Her hands found my breasts and caressed them tenderly.  She pulled at my nipples and pushed them into my breasts.  The flesh ached and tingled as if electric shocks passed through it.
I brought my own hands up.  I wanted to caress her breasts; to give her the same pleasure she gave me, but I could not.  I could only lay them on her hips instead.
Urd kissed me gently on each eye, forcing them closed.  She softy kissed and licked my lips, and then my nose.  The caresses of her mouth traveled the length of my face, leaving little fires where they fell.  She kissed my chin, my cheeks, my burning ears.  Her lips traced a line down my throat, across my chest, and to my heart.  Her tongue moved up and down the valley between my breasts, and she pinched my tender nipples.  She kissed my breasts, and then blew softly each dampened spot.  Every breath fanned fires between my legs.
She took my nipple into her mouth and I believed I would melt. I panted now, desperately gasping as Urd licked and bit.  My legs felt weak; I could barely stand.  The sweet odor of the room made me dizzy.  My sex throbbed with yearning, pleading to be touched, but Urd ignored the rest of my body and focused only on the tiny pink bud held in her mouth.  She played with it, biting it gently and circling it with her tongue.  She clamped her lips to it and sucked as hard as she could.  Her hand began to tickle the fabric between my legs and then press it into me.  I moaned softly.   She bit me here and there on one breast, but left the other to pine for attention.  Desperately, I squeezed and pinched the flesh myself.  I heard Urd laugh softly.  I opened my eyes and looked directly into hers.
She was watching me!  She was tormenting me for her own depraved amusement!  I became furious, but could only glare impotently.  If I left Urd then, I would have no choice but to satisfy my desire myself.  I could not hope for it to fade from its incredible peak.
I squeezed eyes my as tightly shut as I could and set my jaw.  I was determined not to utter a peep until my sister released me from that horrible curse.
Urd realized this and chose a more drastic route.  She kneeled before me and placed her hands on the backs of my thighs.  I felt her pull my panties tight, forcing the fabric to my dripping flesh.  I felt the cotton grow wet and cling to my body.  She blew on the dampened spot.  A chill flashed through my body, so acute that it tore a gasp of shock from my breast.
"Urd, please," I cried.
"Please, what, my dear Belldandy?" Urd asked slyly.  My heart lurched. What was I to say?  I knew what I wanted, but how could I ask?  My vocabulary fell away and I struggled to speak.
"Please... do not tease me anymore," was all I could say.
"What do you mean," Urd asked innocently.  "I'm only trying to help you.  Is there something else you would like me to do?  I'll do whatever you ask."
Oh the sweet faced devil!  I fought for words to use.  I cannot bear to hear vulgarity, but how could I express the ecstasy I craved when even the mildest terms now sounded tainted to my ears?
"Please, Urd," I started to say.  My face burned again.
"Yes, Belldandy?"  Urd hung on every syllable, smiling smugly.
"Please... just... take me." I could barely say it.  Urd released me and told me to lie down on the cushions in front of her television.  I felt my chest relax as I gratefully went to the place and sat down.  Urd slid toward me on all fours like a prowling leopard.  She kissed me, giving me her tongue, and pushed against my heart until I fell back on the pillows.  She sat at my feet and pulled my knees apart.  I felt horribly exposed, but I let her do it.  She laid her hands on my knees and leaned down between my thighs.  I watched her anxiously.  She blew on my panties again.
"Urd, please!"  I cried loudly.
Urd laughed and slipped my panties down my legs and off my feet.  She leaned over me again and inhaled deeply.
"Mm, delicious," she said softly.  She bent and lapped the flesh between my legs.  Pleasure lanced through my body, cutting into the chill that had settled.  She tasted me again, savoring my delicate flesh.  Every stroke of her tongue drew shudders of ecstasy.  Urd squeezed the little mouth closed and kissed and blew on the pouting lips.  I began to moan softly.  I twisted my hips and pushed myself toward my pleasure.  The feeling stopped.  Desire flared, enraged that it had been so abruptly cut off from its delight.  I opened my eyes and saw Urd's panties before my face.
"Urd!" I gasped.  "What are you doing?"
"Now, now," she said evenly.  "You know I don't give favors away for free."  I tried to argue but she would hear none of it.  "Now, now, be fair," she said simply.
I did not think it was fair that I had been put into such a horrible condition in the first place, but I said nothing more about it.  I knew that if I resisted, Urd would only tease me until I gave in.  She had me trapped by her help, but what could I do?
I raised a hand and stroked the slick black fabric.  Urd's body is so voluptuous, as if the very hand of The Creator crafted her to be made love to.  Her sex is so large and soft; I could easily see the bulge where her tan flesh strained against the satin of her panties.  I stroked this flesh, running my finger along the cleft where the little mouth hid, cupping her in my palm, and pressing the fabric into her warm flesh.  She made not the slightest noise, but breathed smoothly and evenly as if meditating on the sensations I gave her.  I flushed with jealousy at her control.  Her  body gave her away, however.  I could feel her sex grow hot in my hand.  I placed my palm over her sex and rubbed it slowly until my hand felt damp.  I looked and saw a dark spot where Urd's moisture had wet the satin.  I had an evil, vengeful thought.  I blew on the spot.
Urd gasped and shuddered.  "Touché," she murmured from between my knees.  Satisfied with small victory, I brought my face close to my sister's sex and licked the wet satin.  Urd shuddered again and pressed her sex closer to my face.  Her odor, deep and spiced like her wondrous potions filled my nose.  I glimpsed Urd's face from around her wide hips.  Her eyes were tightly closed; her features rapt with concentration.  This fascinated me.  Watching her, I pushed the fabric of her panties into the cleft of her sex.  Ever so slightly, her mouth opened.  The deeper I pushed my finger, the further her mouth fell.
I began to understand. Back home, my sister was seldom without a lover.  Her  body, so well suited for lovemaking, never went unsatisfied.  Here on Earth, Urd had no lover; no one to give her body and heart the love and affection she was so accustomed to.  I, so absorbed in my frustration over Keiichi, could not see that my poor sister suffered with even less than I.  Shame and pity mixed in my heart and fortified my will.
I slid my hands around my sister's thighs and pulled her closer to me.  I drew her panties to one side and laid my mouth against her sex.  I burned with desire for my sister, now.  I craved to feel her in my mouth as I craved her between my legs.  I kissed her sex as if I kissed her mouth, and my tongue darted inside her as hers had when she kissed me.  I brought my thumb against the fold of flesh at the top of her sex and found the tiny button hidden there.  I stroked and pressed this, drawing soft moans of ecstasy.  I took as much of her sex into my mouth and gently sucked the tart flesh.  It was like spiced fruit: delightful and sweet, yet stinging, as if to punish for lingering too long.
Urd gasped and panted gratefully at my attempts to appease the passions surging within her.  Her cool demeanor fell away, and she gave herself to her pleasure.  She thrust her bottom into my face, as if to impale herself on my darting tongue.  Her hands gripped the cushions on the floor and she cried out with joy.  I responded as passionately as I knew how.
I pushed two fingers into her an and licked and bit the little button of flesh.  Her passion flowed from between her legs and over my mouth and chin.  Her luscious scent curled under my nose.  Urd's hips jerked and twisted with her pleasure.  Her cries came louder now, higher and more desperate.  I could feel the orgasm rising within her.
I took the button of her sex into my mouth and sucked, racing my tongue across it.  At the same time I plunged my fingers into her, moving my hand as fast as I could.
Urd arched her back and stiffened.  With a shuddering moan she climaxed.
She stood perfectly still for a moment, her sex clutching madly at my fingers.  Then, slowly, like melting wax, she fell down and came to rest on me.

Belldandy fell silent for a moment and gazed up at the moon.  She leaned back on the stone, her lovely face turned up to the heavens, her eyes closed.  Her hand hovered just above her bosom.  Banpei waited patiently for her to speak.
Nothing happened.
Banpei beeped irately.  Belldandy looked at him in surprise and then smiled.  "Oh, I'm sorry, dear.  I was just remembering."
Banpei motioned for her to continue.
"Well," she began, "that's almost all of it, dear.  I exhausted my sister.  It was quite some time before she was able to continue.  I understood and I waited patiently."  Belldandy fidgeted, suddenly uncomfortable,  and tugged at her kimono, loosening it.  "I had never made love to my sister before, It was a wonderful experience."
Banpei reeled in shock.  To think that Belldandy could have sex with Urd!  He could hardly comprehend it.  Like Keiichi, Banpei found it difficult to understand that Belldandy had sexual desires like ordinary mortals.  Banpei wondered if Urd had set the interlude up.  Perhaps she had laid the tea out for poor Belldandy to find.
"I do not think that my sister could be so conspiring.  I think that she truly meant to bring Keiichi to my bedroom door.  Urd appears to be meddlesome, and mean, but she is not like that at all.  She is impatient, and loves me too much to allow anyone to hurt me.  Both my sisters are like that."
"Skuld?" Banpei asked.  Skuld loved machines, ice cream, and little else.  What would she know about crying hearts and romance?
"Not much," Belldandy replied sadly.  "She enjoys cold steel more than warm caresses, but that may change as she matures.  Skuld has a strong heart, and sharp senses.  She can tell when some is sad or hurting, though she usually prefers to ignore it."

One day Skuld came into my room.  She fidgeted anxiously as she stood in my doorway and asked me to come with her immediately.  I thought she might have some problem that she did not want Urd or Keiichi to know about, something she could only share with me.  My younger sister and I are very close, and she often came to me with her troubles.  I wondered what was the matter.  She did not say, and I do not like to assume things I do not know, so I cleared my doubts away and followed her with an open heart.
Skuld refused to answer any of my inquiries about why I was following her.  She would only say that she had a surprise for me, and that it was an absolute secret. I remember Skuld had spent the past few weeks working late into the night on some new creation.  She usually does not spend that much time on a single project, that she seemed to be doing so worried me.  She had refused to hint at the nature of her project, however, and forbade anyone to enter her room.  She had even built a towering sentry robot to protect her door.  You can imagine my delight and relief when she waved her massive, glowering guard aside and ushered me into her room.
For such a well-organized mind, Skuld's room was in quite a state of chaos that day.  All her other projects sat pushed against the sides of the room or vanished.  A large machine stood, draped in curtains, in a roped off area occupying the only clean space on the floor.  Nearly every flat, horizontal surface was hidden under a thick layer of mechanical parts, wires, nuts, and screws.
Small rabbit sized robots paced the floor, maneuvering piles of parts and wiring to and fro.  Tiny scoopers collected the piles of broken creations and components and organized them into stacks for mantid like robots to sort through.  Still more collected these sorted piles, and whisked them to collection places where more mantids sorted them and sent them off to someone else.  The whole room whirred and clicked with activity.  Skuld saw the astonished look on my face and beamed with pride.
"This is my cleanup crew," she chirped gaily.  "I bring them out in my post production stages, or when I get really hungry, and I won't be here for a while.  I wanted to clean the place up for you, but I couldn't wait."  Skuld turned to me; her face flushed.  "I wanted to give you your surprise now."
"How sweet," I said, and I started to thank her.  She stomped her foot angrily.
"Don't thank me!" She said, her dark eyes glittering.  "I didn't give you anything yet!"  She seized me by the hand and pulled me to the large, shrouded machine.  The machine, as I assumed it was, purred lightly and pulsed with restrained power.  It filled a quarter of the room and stood nearly to the ceiling.  Heavy cables, some as thick as my thumb and one larger than my wrist, trailed from the rear of the curtains to all directions.
Skuld cleared her throat with an exaggerated cough, and announced loudly, "I present to you my masterpiece, Venus. . . "  She stopped abruptly.  She scanned the ceiling above the cowled machine fiercely.  I looked, but saw nothing unusual.  Skuld's expression darkened and she stamped her little foot again.
"Ahem!" She coughed loudly.  A small caterpillar-like robot dangling hooks and cables zipped across the ceiling beams to the machine.  It dropped lines, beeping like mad, and upon snagging the cloth reeled it aloft hurriedly.
With no loss of steam, Skuld began again.  "I present to you Venus's Throne."
The massive thing revealed looked almost nothing like a throne at all.  Foremost on the machine rested a deeply recessed couch.  It was shaped from a bright pink silk, and looked as if designed to fit the occupant's body very tightly.  Two seats for the legs tapered down from a long, high hump between them.  The feet rested in two high boots which looked very snug as well.  The leg seats spread the legs wide around the narrow hump which seemed meant to fit against the occupant.  The arm rests looked similar to the legs, with the hands fitting into boots as well.
The head rested in a deep cup, the high walls of which looked to be embedded with speakers.  Two smoothly contoured arms rose above the shoulders of the couch and held a thick panel of bright silk aloft.
Behind the inviting couch stretched the powerful, gilded machine.  A long beast of mirrored chrome purred.  A sleek paw reached out to either side of the couch, and a massive bulk of carefully molded metal eased down from the head rest to the rear of the machine, which erupted into cables.  Tiny cleaner robots affixed themselves to the machine's flanks and began crawling the metal surfaces, buffing and polishing meticulously.
I could not imagine what the machine did.
"It's beautiful," I whispered with just the right degree of awe in my voice to please Skuld.  "What is it?"
Skuld glowed with pride at my bewildered wonder.  She snatched up my hand again and strode to her creation.
"It is a present for you," she beamed.
"All for me?" I asked, suddenly unsure of where I would keep it.  Skuld nodded happily and, releasing my hand, skipped to her work desk, which she had faced toward her, or rather, my machine. Skuld was usually more than happy to explain her creations, and she often did so down to the smallest detail.  She always proudly enlightened anyone willing to hear her voice, and I, displaying sufficient ignorance, waited to be addressed.
My sister's work station had miraculously sprouted wings since last I saw it.  I recognized these to be huge music keyboards, though I presumed Skuld had modified them somehow.  She said nothing, but typed away pensively at her computer, and fiddled with her keyboards.  While I waited, I walked to the machine and tried to take note of its features.  For all its grand form, there were almost none, save the couch.  Gold inlays laced the smooth chrome panels.  The metals rendered beautiful angular patterns, but this panel work revealed nothing about the machinery beneath.
Skuld called to me authoritatively.  "Take all your clothes off."
"What?" I gasped.  My sister had never asked me anything like that before.
"You have to sit on Venus's Throne naked, or it won't fully function.  Some of its options have interlocks which forbid clothing.  I want you to see everything, so you have to get naked."
This short speech only confused me even more, but I decided to go along with my sister.  I have no problem undressing before Skuld; we often bathe together.  I take baths with both my sisters, but never all at once.  Urd liked to tease Skuld about her breasts.  I stripped slowly.  Skuld rarely played pranks, but I could not be sure this time.  I laid my dress and blouse and slip on the machine's paw.  I waited for a moment.
"Take off your bra and underwear," Skuld scolded.  "I said you have to be nude."  Impatience crept into her voice.  Feeling a bit helpless, I undid my brassiere and stepped out of my cotton panties.  I had stood nude in front of Skuld many times before, but something about her ecstatic grin made me uneasy.  I folded my arms across my breasts.  Skuld told me to sit down, and I stepped to the couch at the mouth of the machine.  Imagine, a throne one had to completely disrobe in order to sit upon.  Did that not totally defeat the purpose of sitting on a throne?
I looked into the couch.  The silk coiled and writhed as if upholstered with serpents.  I skipped back in surprise.
"Skuld!" I cried, "What is that?"
Skuld laughed, and typed on her computer.  The couch quieted.
"Sit down, Belldandy," she giggled.  "Its all right."
I looked reproachfully at my sister.  She nodded, still smiling.  I felt afraid, now.  I went to the rim of the couch and, checking for the slightest hint of movement, stepped inside.  The cushion felt warm and soft under my feet, but I quickly sat and pulled my knees up under my chin.  The soft silk gave under me and rippled gently, as if filled with gelatin.  Nothing would fool me.  I clamped my hands tighter to my breasts, wishing I had at least brought a towel to cover myself.  My sister is a fabulous engineer, but I had never been a test subject for her to inflict her creations upon.  I could not help but think of all the machines I had seen explode, or destroy things wildly.
Skuld made a disappointed sound.  "It won't work if you try to hide from it," she said with mock sadness.  "There is nothing to worry about.  This machine is a work of perfection."
"You have tested it, then?" I asked, feeling cold.  "I feel as if it will eat me up."
Skuld shook her head, suddenly angry and offended.  "It will not!  I didn't design it to eat you.  My calculations are flawless, I don't need to test anything."
"Then what about all the ones that blew up?"
Skuld thought for a moment, then dismissed the notion with a wave of her hand.  "I miscalculated those."
I started to get up right then, when the back of the throne fell.  It swung down on smoothly humming actuators, and swooped over my head.  The panel was shaped and sized to cover my body perfectly, but not with my legs in the way!  I dropped my knees just as the panel snapped shut over my chest.  The jelly material squished around my folded arms, squeezing painfully.  Straining and whining I forced them out the sides, the gel smacked against my breasts, once unimpeded.  I felt something grab my feet.  I looked down.  The boots were padded with the same material as the couch; I had slid my feet into them!  The panels of the oversized arm rests folded in half and snapped shut on my forearms.  I was trapped.  I screamed.
"Skuld, you're frightening me!" I cried.  "Let me out!"
Skuld shushed and waved her arms, frantically trying to quiet me.  "It's okay, its okay!" She hissed.  "It's supposed to do that.  It's not going to eat you, I promise."
I glared at her, my eyes watering.  Skuld pounded one of the keyboards.  The speakers behind my ears burst into a soothing melody.  The couch sang as sweetly as a bird.  I recognized the tune.  Keiichi had bought a music CD for me some time before, and, in love, I played it noon and night.  I wondered how Skuld had gotten it.
So gently that I thought I had imagined it, the couch began to vibrate.  At first I thought some new horror had been visited on my poor body, but the sensation was too calm.  A soft purring began in the center of my back, between my shoulders.  The fabric there warmed a little and the vibration strengthened.  The purring reached down my body, caressing my spine from the base of my head to far below my waist.  The gentle, pleasurable feeling and beautiful music began to take effect.  Ever so slightly, I relaxed.
Was this Skuld's creation, I wondered?  Could this be the purpose of the machine, I was so afraid of?  I felt silly.  What foolish notions to hold for such a thoughtful gift.  Skuld must have noticed I had been sleeping poorly that past week.  Much had happen to bring me closer to Keiichi, but the distance between us frustrated me even more.  I began to appreciate the opportunity Skuld had given me to lie back and let my tension be kneaded out by her machine.
The purr spread from my spine to cover my whole back.  It changed from a buzzing sensation to a firmer, gentler caress, like waves on an ocean.  The waves licked at my hips and waist.  They curled tendrils over my chest and thrummed against the sides of my breasts.  The couch caressed my ass, kneading and squeezing me.
The couch had now warmed wonderfully.  The waves lapped at my thighs, heating them.  They moved down to the backs of my knees, to my calves.  I felt my arms drift.  I was a ship, and Skuld's wonderful machine softly set me out to sea.  The boots squeezed my feet and ankles.  They pressed and kneaded the soles of my feet.  My hands received similar treatment; my palms and fingers were meticulously tended to.
I could feel the waves coalesce, focus.  I felt fingers now, pressing into my flesh, surging through the silken tide that carried me.  They drifted up my back, teasing my breasts and smoothing the tension in my shoulders.  I closed my eyes and floated in the softly swaying sea.
I felt hot.  The massage had relaxed me, but its effect began to change.  The fabric felt rough; it stroked my skin teasingly.  I felt my sex moisten and grow warm.  I blushed.  I was uncertain if this was supposed to happen.
The couch and fingers conspired with my frustrated sex against me.  As if It knew every curve and plane of my body, it caressed me.  It squeezed and pressed my breasts, and smoothed my neck behind my ears.  It caressed and played on my legs like a casual lover, daring and familiar.  My whole body was massaged and adored at once.
I tried to pretend nothing had changed.  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my body.  I could not.  My heartbeat quickened.  My breath deepened.  I gasped and sighed dispite my best efforts to remain aloof.
The fingers began to wander.  They left my shoulder and traveled down my body, teasing my sides.  They circled under my ass and I felt them tap lightly on the inner sides of my thighs.  My eyes snapped open and I looked down at the chrome and gold plate covering my waist.  I could not see the hands that had touched me.  I did not even know if they had been real.
I knew Skuld watched me.  I remembered her excited grin as I stripped in front of her.  I frowned a little; I had to keep quiet.  But, oh, it felt wonderful!
I could feel my nipples burning.  My palms felt damp.  Moisture beaded on my forehead.  Slowly, carefully, the fingers formed again.  They pushed from under my arms, to my breasts, poking and softly prodding my tender flesh.  I gasped as they climbed me, marching like ants in stocking feet.  They circled my nipples and formed rings.  These rings undulated, expanding and tightening around the smoldering little buds of flesh.
The couch grew fearless.  Once my tension faded, it no longer bothered to relax me.  The soothing waves beneath me grew choppy.  They shrank and quickened. The fingers formed again and became long tongues which licked my breasts in long strokes and tickled the length of my body, from my throat to down between my legs.  I smoldered with passion and moaned as the couch caressed me.  I laid helplessly in its grasp.  I could not hide my reactions from Skuld now; the couch would not permit me.
It stroked and squeezed every corner of flesh it could reach.  My sex was pressed and drummed against.  I gasped as the material boldly pushed inside me.  Tiny fingers, like those of a child, probed my secret flesh, delighting and frightening.  I struggled helplessly.  What was this beast I sat upon; this strange monster that held me in its mouth and pawed and licked me roughly?  It would not hurt me, but it would not let me escape.  The fear of being consumed by Skuld's machine never left me.  Somehow the sense of danger made my heart beat faster.  Desire flowed from between my legs.  The couch squeezed against my sex, as if to stop up this liquid.  Every curve and fold was sealed and filled with moist silk.  I gasped as I felt myself fitted perfectly. No lover's hand could ever hold me so completely, so firmly.  The silk vibrated in an angry buzz.  I cried out with pleasure, and it dashed away with a small sucking sound.
The machine calmed, leaving only the gentle swaying I drifted on.  I felt thankful to be left alone for a moment, but I secretly wished for my demon lover to return to torment me more.  I looked up at my sister, wondering why her creation had stopped.
Skuld watched me, waiting for my attention.  A tiny video camcorder she had adapted hid one of her eyes, while the other was livid with excitement.  Two huge work gloves, each of which streamed with, fine cables engulfed her hands.
I could not think at that moment.  I wondered what my sister was doing with such a wide assortment of controls.  She played one of the keyboards with one hand and then moved the other over a large black pad on her desk.  I felt a tiny pin-prick on my belly.  Skuld smiled, her eyes locked with mine, and played on the keyboard.  The pin-prick expanded, diffusing into a finger, a palm, until it gripped my entire torso.
My eyes widened.  This machine had no will of its own; none but my sister's.
A few keystrokes and Skuld left her keyboards.  She moved both hands over the black pad.  I felt her hands touch my breasts.  She motioned in the air and squeezed my flesh.  She crushed them in her hands roughly and pinched my nipples.
I made a hurt sound.  "Softly, Skuld,"  I murmured in a breathless whisper.  She nodded an adjusted the settings on her keyboard.  Her hands caressed me lovingly.  My lover had returned to me.
I closed me eyes and let Skuld do what she would with me again.  My fears of a rampaging machine melted under my sister's loving fingers.  She was right; her calculations were perfect.
Her hands made love to my breasts, pulling and teasing the nipples.  A third hand touched me between my legs. I jumped, surprised to feel her there, but did not open my eyes.  I wanted my sister to do whatever she wanted.  Skuld's hand parted the lips and stroked the mouth of my passage.  Two more hands cupped my ass.  I gasped as a finger explored me, moving gently, but boldly.  Hands stroked the backs of my knees, while more cradled my head and massaged my scalp.  Four hands massaged my breasts now, squeezing and milking me; pinching and licking my nipples at the same time.
Skuld probed me as though she examined a rare and fabulous specimen.  She sought the most tender portions, the most sensitive places.  She tracked and catalogued every moan and gasp I let slip.  She retraced the motions that brought them, making me cry out even louder.
Her fingers stroked the sensitive button and the top of my sex, and gently invaded the secret place in my ass.  I cooed with each tender caress.  Every pinch made me gasp, and when her fingers turned into a vicious buzz, I cried out with delight.
The soft ocean fell away.  A fleet of mermaids either lifted me clear of the waves, or pulled me under.  I laid in a silk shroud, mummified, unable to move an inch.  I could only writhe helplessly in ecstasy as the fingers and palms tortured me slowly to climax.  Hundreds of hands pressed my flesh.  I was a plaything to an army of arduous Skulds.  Her hands, her palms, her fingers moved everywhere.  I imagined them on my face, licking my eyes, smoothing my lips.  I could almost feel them.
Skuld attacked my sexual places with fervor, but her hands did not neglect the rest of me.  She pinched and suckled my toes.  She kneaded my knees, and arms.  My whole body became a sexual organ.  My skin glowed under the chrome.  Skuld's hundred hands stroked and pleasured this great organ, whipping me into a fury of passion, all but my poor sex.  My sex throbbed with desire. The fingers could not travel deeply enough.  The pleasure they radiated into me only tantalized me.  Tucked away between my legs, Skuld's silken fingers could not satisfy my starving sex.  I yearned to be taken completely.
I opened my mouth.  I had to speak.  I could not.  I moaned desperately.  Skuld's fingers and palms commanded my voice in dark, far away corners of my throat.  Slowly it came running back to me.
"Skuld," I gasped, breathless.  "Skuld."
My sister panted loudly.  I imagined the torment she must have been in.  She created countless hands for my pleasure, but could use none for her own.
"Skuld."
"Yes, Belldandy?" She answered, sounding breathless.  The hands did not calm as Skuld, distracted, focused her attention on me.
I balked.  I wanted to scream, "Take me!".  I wanted to tell her of the desire that she could not reach and satisfy and beg her to find some way.  I wanted her to find that lonely place in my body and torment it to orgasm, but I could not make the words.  I stumbled, asking vaguely, flushing with embarrassment.
Skuld's brows knitted with impatience, then cleared.  A warm smile took her lips.  She played her keyboards.
The hands covering my sex cleared away.  My body cried for the lost contact.  I felt the whirring of a distant motor between my legs.  A finger pushed against the mouth of my sex.  I fell silent, anticipating.  It was larger, more solid than my sister's silken fingers.
This new finger slid into me.  Small gasps and cries escaped my throat as the finger reached where the silk had failed me and forged beyond.  I was penetrated deeper than I ever could have wished for.  This happy new finger pulsed, pressing against the walls, throbbing in time with the throbbing of my sex, filling me splendidly.
It receded gently and my flesh chilled where it left as if ice had been pushed into me.  I pressed my sex against the hump between my legs, chasing the finger that had given me such joy.  The finger almost passed beyond the lips of my trembling, starving sex, then it rushed back in a pounding wave.  I almost screamed with shock.  I heard Skuld laugh.  She raped me.
Her hands flew over me in an orgy of caresses.  The finger inside me pounded madly, thrusting into me, taking me.  It consumed me, demanding cries of delirious joy, sending my body into convulsions of pleasure.
My sex burned under the assault.  It gripped at the finger, trying to hold it, to possess it.  The finger would not be stayed by my clutching wet flesh.  Skuld pursued my pleasure cries.  She went everywhere again; into my palms, under my arms, against my breasts, behind my neck, into my ass.  I could not resist such  direct, focused assaults.  Lights flashed behind my eyes.  My back arched.  I felt my sex spasm and then liquid fire erupted into me.  My body hardened in orgasm.  I gave a long cry, and then fell down, exhausted and very happy.

Belldandy took a deep breath and loosened her kimono a little more.  "I was so glad that Skuld had built that machine for me.  She knew that I loved Keiichi far more than I dared to show.  I had not slept well before, but the day Skuld made love to me, I went to sleep as soon as my head touched my pillow."
Banpei nodded cheerily.  He remembered finding the throne one day after he had chased an evil spirit out of Skuld's lab.  Skuld had proudly bragged about how wonderful an invention it was, and how much Belldandy had enjoyed it.  Belldandy looked at Banpei in shock.
"If you knew about it, then why did you sit there and let me tell you that long story?"  She blushed with embarrassment.  "I must have bored you to tears!"
Banpei quickly shock his head no.
"Belldandy...good story tell," he beeped.  "Like."
Belldandy bowed graciously, and Banpei was treated to two glowing hemispheres of flesh.  "Thank you, Banpei," she said smiling.  Banpei bowed back.
Belldandy leaned back on the stone and closed her eyes.  Banpei watched a gentle smile curl her lips.
"My dear sisters," she murmured thoughtfully.
They sat a while, the goddess and her little robot friend, listening to the sounds of the night garden.
"They could not help bring my beloved closer to me," Belldandy's gentle smooth voice filling the quiet again.  "But they did help remind me that I am not alone, and that someone else cares for me.  I so love my sisters."
Belldandy turned to Banpei and smiled sweetly.  "I did enjoy telling you those stories, you know.  They were hidden inside me so long, they bubbled inside like soda in a shaken bottle.  I had to tell someone and let it out."
She turned to look down at herself.  She parted her knees a little and put a hand between her thighs.  "I know why I've been feeling warmer."  She brought her hand out again, her fingers glistening with her moisture.  She smiled and licked her fingers.
"It's so sweet," she said, musing.  Absently, she rubbed her thumb and forefinger together.
Her eyes opened suddenly.  "Banpei!" She cried, her voice trembling with excitement.  Banpei jumped to his feet, snatching up his staff, wondering what was the matter.
"I have it!" Belldandy squeaked in delight.  Banpei waved his manipulators in agitation.
"I know how to bring Keiichi closer to me!"  With that she jumped to her feet and ran to temple, gaily scattering the rock garden pebbles like a little girl.
"Thank you, Goddesses of Love!"

Banpei finished chopping the rest of the apples arranged then in neat rows on his tray.  He threw the cores and stems into the wastebasket and brought the tray over to where Belldandy stood.  He picked up a simmering pan from the stove and poured the thin clear syrup over his apple pieces, carefully covering each one.
"Orange?" He turned and asked his goddess.
The Goddess of the Present stood in her loose kimono with her apron tied over it.  She placed one socked foot on the stool before her and selected a slice of orange from the tray on the counter.
"This is the last one," she whispered.  She asked Banpei politely to turn his voice synthesizer down.  She parted her kimono and brought the orange slice up between her legs.  Oranges did not discolor when left in open air like apples and pears; they did not need to be covered with the hot glazing syrup.  She bit her lip and pushed the piece of fruit into herself.  It was so cold!
She turned the chilly morsel inside her sex, making sure her essence covered it completely.  She withdrew it and set it, glistening, beside the rest.
She sprinkled the orange slices with cinnamon and nutmeg and held her outstretched palms above them.  Banpei watched her slender lips form the words of a silent incantation.  Belldandy's fingers glowed slightly.  The gleaming nectar covering the orange slices hardened into a brittle glaze.
Belldandy wiped her brow with her apron.  "I'm getting sleepy from using so much magic, Banpei.  We had better hurry."
Banpei nodded and pushed the tray of apples before Belldandy and picked up the oranges.  He set them in the refrigerator beside the pears, bananas and plums.
Belldandy smoothed the mouth of her sex as she selected the next piece of fruit.  What and amazing girl, Banpei thought.  She had enough power to utterly destroy an entire city in an instant, and then completely recreate it.  She could grant wishes and completely invert reality, but she could not do anything to hurt the people she loved.  Belldandy's generosity and kindness amazed Banpei sometimes.  This was the first time she had ever used a love potion to attract Keiichi's attention, however.
"The focus of this spell," Belldandy whispered, "is to express desire, Banpei.  It is not an ordinary love potion."
She slid an apple slice into her sex.  "I have heard of mortals using this spell.  The maiden calls forth her desire with her fingers and soaks morsels of food in it.  When her lover eats them her desire becomes his."  She withdrew the apple.
"I'll make a fruit salad for Keiichi and send it to school with him for lunch."  She clapped her hands together merrily.  "With any luck at all I will be in his arms by tomorrow night!  I'm so happy!"
Banpei nodded, sharing his goddess's enthusiasm, and then chuckled to himself.  Belldandy's desire was such that it could bring a dozen witless Keiichis crawling to her bedroom door.  He wondered what would happen if Keiichi's buddies stole his lunch again, as they sometimes did; or if Sayoko decided that Keiichi should share with her.
He tried not to laugh out loud, his voice chip was not designed to anyway, and decided not to bring the matter up.