The Sun Gods Woman Part 17

"Oh my," breathed Annie. Little red lips opened wide and a nicely coiffed blonde head proceeded to go down on Boyfriend Biff.

Annie's tentacles shivered as the water rose higher around her and continued to caress her. She was momentarily distracted as a pa.s.sing crab nibbled on her and would have brushed him off with limb number forty-three if she had had the energy. Instead, she let him proceed, and relished the wave of golden warmth that spread through her as he continued to abrade her skin.

Biff had apparently reached his limit, because he n.o.bly removed m.u.f.fy's head from his c.o.c.k by means of a firm yank on her hair.

Turning m.u.f.fy around, he pressed her forward, bending her over in front of him. Without ceremony he spread her cheeks and thrust himself into her a.s.s.

Annie gasped.

Sheesh, they must have done this before. Did Moppet Toys know what was going on in the stock room? Was there a little tube of a.n.a.l lubricant packaged in with the high heels, the b.u.t.terfly barrettes and the perfume bottle? Maybe there was an accessory pack marketed that included teeny condoms for Biff?

Annie squirmed and her body flew every which way as she too sensed an intrusion into pretty much virgin places. It was not painful, though, more...more like an added extra arousal.

m.u.f.fy was certainly enjoying it. Biff reached beneath her writhing body, and Annie could see him find her nipples with one hand and search for her little toy c.l.i.t with the other. At least she a.s.sumed he was searching for her c.l.i.t. Although it was probably smaller than a grain of rice and she wished him a lot of luck finding it.

Ooops...he'd found it.

m.u.f.fy was now squirming in earnest, trying to push her b.u.t.tocks back into Biff's b.a.l.l.s and get more of him inside her.

Biff himself was panting in time with his thrusts, and Annie watched, fixated, as his a.s.s tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed as he gently flexed himself inside m.u.f.fy.

Her own body was starting to mimic these rhythms and she shared m.u.f.fy's obvious arousal. Her own skin was starting to shrink on her and several of her tentacles were now turning into rigid stalks.

Oh look, how pretty. She was becoming a sunflower and her petals were standing up straight and tall. She had to clench some muscles to keep them there and it helped if she opened all her stamens and antlers to the warmth of the sun.

She vaguely heard a shout from Biff and a moan from m.u.f.fy, and a part of her brain smiled at the knowledge that there'd be some happy faces in Toyland tonight.

Her petals were starting to tremble, and she became a sea anemone, thousands of fronds waving around her and gleaming in the soft green underwater light. Something was happening.

Annie closed her eyes, unable to keep track of what her body was doing or becoming.

In the darkness of her mind, a light flickered and grew, a light that was carried by every nerve ending she possessed.

For a second, she surfaced, and realized that her legs were spread wide and that an energetic tongue was working deep inside her while others were licking and sucking her nipples, her c.l.i.t, her fingers, her toes, there wasn't one part of her that wasn't receiving some kind of attention.

But before she could panic, she plunged back into the dark cave within herself, and watched as the light grew bigger and brighter and the pulsations of her heart were echoed in the flickerings of the oncoming brightness.

It was definitely getting closer. Closer still.

Annie reminded herself to breathe.

Suddenly it was upon her and she cried out at its beauty. Her whole being throbbed and she was blinded

by the millions of indescribable colors that were exploding behind her eyelids.

The first wave was succeeded by a second and a third, and Annie's body shook with the violence of hero.r.g.a.s.m.She screamed out her ecstasy and screamed again-it was almost painful in its intensity.Waves of warmth and vibrant tingles flooded her and swamped her ability to think coherently about anything at all.

Panting, she floated back to earth. Her last conscious thought was one of joy that she was still holding onto Kyle's hand.

She pa.s.sed out cold.

* * * * *Someone was whispering."She's been sleeping for a day now, shouldn't we try to wake her?""Let her be. It's a natural sleep given what she's been through."It was Enshilla's voice that percolated the fuzz surrounding Annie's brain."Enshilla?" she murmured through dry lips."Thank the G.o.ddess. Annilin, I'm here..."Annie felt a hand cover hers and cautiously opened her eyes."I'm back here," she said as she recognized her room at the Temple of the Moon G.o.ddess."We thought it best to bring you here so that we could be with you as you recovered, Annilin," said Enshilla, gently stroking her arm. "How do you feel?""Kinda weird," said Annie, closing her eyes as the room continued to spin slightly around her head."I have some cool water. Do you think you could manage a sip?" asked Enshilla.Annie raised her eyelids and looked up. The room was finally still. "Sure," she said optimistically, pushing herself onto her elbows. "There, that's not so bad is it?"

Suddenly, a nasty surge of nausea racked her stomach. She turned green.

Enshilla gasped and reached for a nearby bowl.

A very unpleasant half hour later, Annie lay back on the bed with an anguished groan.

"I want to go on record, Enshilla, as being completely and absolutely against the use of Huk Gil by anyone, anywhere, at any time." She covered her eyes with her hand. "I absolutely hate throwing up."

A little chuckle greeted her words. "You are not the first, Annilin, and Lord Kyall warned us that you might be especially sensitive to its effects, seeing as you hadn't ever been exposed to it before. Plus you were enjoying a large meal right beforehand, too..."

The mere mention of food sent Annie diving for the bowl again.

It was several hours before a rather weak High Priestess of the Moon G.o.ddess felt like anything more than a celestial whimper.

And a day or so after that before she felt up to facing her newfound mate, the High Priest of the Sun G.o.d.

She only hoped that there was justice in Ancient Sumer and that he'd been vilely sick too.

The object of Annie's thoughts was, at that moment, pacing the floor of his chamber. Was Annie okay?Was she still sick? Were there any damaging after effects? Was she furious with him for not warning her?Well, she couldn't be too angry, because he'd had no idea she'd react quite so strongly to the fumes of the Huk Gil. But rationality might not play a role in her emotions right now.Would she still want to come to his bed? Would she come tonight?She would if he had anything to say about it, he thought, excusing himself the really bad pun.Did she have hallucinations too? Had she realized that their o.r.g.a.s.ms had been the stuff of legends, their screams of release having been heard three streets down from the Temple of Ishtaru?

He allowed himself a second or two to relive that rather scary moment when he'd opened his eyes to find himself stark naked on the fifty yard line in the Houston Astrodome with the entire squad of Dallas

Cheerleaders looking on. But it was what Joe Montana was doing to him that really made his hair stand on end.

Nope, he'd keep that particular vision to himself, thank you. That certainly wasn't something he needed

to share with the woman who'd be warming his sheets tonight. He hoped.

He was desperate to see those deep violet eyes of hers glaze over as he loved her, he wanted to finallyget his c.o.c.k inside her where it belonged-he wanted to make her his. Unalterably, completely, his.And until she stopped upchucking her guts and got her cute little a.s.s over to his Temple, he couldn't do a d.a.m.n thing.He nearly growled at Ronnil when the unfortunate Priest dared to poke his head in Kyle's chamber."Lord?""What?" snapped Kyle.Ronnil backed up a step.

"Sorry Ron. I'm a bit on edge right now. Any news from Enshilla?"

Ronnil's new relationship was turning out to be a blessing for them both. Ronnil was in a state of permanent and joyful arousal the entire time, and Kyle could get regular bulletins on Annie's condition. His right hand man was only too happy to toddle over to the Moon G.o.ddess' temple and grope up his beloved while fishing for information.

In fact, Ronnil was turning into a s.e.x-obsessed, l.u.s.t-minded, maniac. Kyle recognized the pattern. He was going through the same thing himself, although with less happy conclusions.

He didn't have anyone to grope, right now. He had to wait until his beloved had stopped throwing up. He hadn't even gotten inside her hot and silky c.u.n.t yet. He was getting p.i.s.sed.

Ronnil permitted himself a small grin. "Enshilla informs me that Lady Annilin will be permitted to return here tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" exploded Kyle. "I have to wait another day?"

"Enshilla has explained that Annilin's reaction was quite severe. Her body is aching and suffering the after effects of her illness, and her mind is still a little blurry. Apparently she keeps muttering about seafood and children's toys?" Ronnil looked baffled.

Kyle shrugged, busy dealing with his disappointment.

"Very well, Ronnil. Tell Enshilla I hope to see the High Priestess here tomorrow. In fact I shall expect to see the High Priestess here tomorrow. No wait, tell her that I want to see the...no, never mind. Just tell her to hurry up and get Annie back on her feet..." so that I can get her flat on her back.

Kyle colored, and gave up trying to find the right words. Ronnil would take care of it.

The sky darkened as Kyle stood in the window of his strangely empty room. For the first time in five years, the sight of the evening creeping over Kushuk was not enough to keep Kyle's attention focused on the ancient mysteries before his eyes.

He burned. He burned for a woman with white hair and violet eyes. A woman whose smile warmed his toes and caressed his b.a.l.l.s. A woman whose b.r.e.a.s.t.s were marked "Kyle, size perfect", and whose c.u.n.t smelled of heaven and rained honey.

A woman made for his tongue and his fingers and his c.o.c.k. His woman.

It was a scary kind of thought, only in a good way.

Kyle laughed at himself for mooning around like a lovesick teenager. He was getting uncomfortably hard, too.

"Sure buddy, why don't you give me some grief too," said Kyle addressing his hard-on. "We're out of luck here tonight. Looks like it's just you and me."

He turned and walked into his bathing chamber. There was a small bowl on one low table near the sunken tub, and Kyle dipped his fingertips into it.

The liquid retained the heat of the day and felt silky to his touch. It was puru-oil, a special oil that contained a couple of gently abrasive additives. It was designed especially for guys with his problem.

He stood at the edge of the tub and smoothed his oily hand over his c.o.c.k. The grains in the oil tugged slightly on his sensitive skin and he closed his eyes. Keeping his movements slow and easy, he moved his

fist up and down the length of his c.o.c.k, enjoying his own touch with unashamed pleasure.

He kept his other hand free and with the thought of Annie's lips in the back of his mind, used it to fondle his b.a.l.l.s.

His pleasure intensified. Trying to prolong the moment, he stopped and opened his eyes, but the urge was

too strong and the image of Annie's body had imprinted itself in his imagination.

A drop of pre-c.u.m bubbled from the tiny hole at the tip of his c.o.c.k and he mixed it with the oil that slid over the hard flesh.

His muscles started to throb and he felt hot and shivery inside his gut. His teeth clenched and his lips curled back in a feral growl of s.e.xual delight. He couldn't have stopped his fist from moving now if his life depended on it.

He felt the thrill of the lightning bolt that preceded his o.r.g.a.s.m as it streaked across every neuron in his brain, and he groaned loudly as he came, spurting his c.u.m in a milky arc.

His movements slowed, his c.o.c.k became super sensitive to his touch, and his hand fell to his side.

His chest heaved as he rode through the aftermath of his climax.

Exhausted, the High Priest of the Sun G.o.d clambered completely into his bathtub and relaxed against the side with head thrown back and eyes closed.

He had two major problems.

He was falling in love with the High Priestess of the Moon G.o.ddess.

He also thought he might have stumbled on a way to get them home.

Chapter 14.

"You look just fine to me," said Kyle accusingly to the woman who had finally made an appearance in hischamber the following evening.Annie frowned at him. "No thanks to you. I could be a doped out drug addict for all the help you were."

"Why didn't you come back here when you felt better?""Because I didn't feel better until this morning, you idiot. Do you have any idea what it's like to throwyour guts up for hours on end? To feel that awful urge to retch when someone even thinks about food inyour presence?"

Kyle still glared at her. "We could have taken care of you here.""Yeah sure. Like you took care of me by warning me I was about to get hit with a major drug scene.""Now look here, I had no idea that they were going to use Huk Gil in that ceremony. And even if I had, what was I supposed to say? Oh, by the way, Annie, don't breathe for the next couple of hours, becausethere may be some opium in the incense?" He tossed the words angrily across the room.

"Well, that would have done for a start."

"I suppose I should have said it right after the bit where I told you we were going to get f.u.c.ked but not by each other. Or wait, no, maybe it should have been before."