The Sun Gods Woman Part 3

"She gives us the softness of her night that we may enjoy the pleasures of love under the light of her rays. "

"Aha, that's the kicker, isn't it?" said Annie, listening intently.

"Yes, indeed, Annilin. The Moon G.o.ddess gives us all that is pleasurable about sharing our bodies with another."

"Another...that would be a man, right?"

The maidens laughed merrily, and Enshilla smiled. "It is as you desire, Annilin. We have no boundaries or rules on pleasure. We take it as we find it or as the mood strikes us. Our G.o.ds encourage such happiness. Here, in this particular temple, we are all dedicated servants of the Moon G.o.ddess, so we do not take our pleasures lightly. We wait until one of the many festivals, when our visitors are allowed to share their bodies with us and receive the blessings of the G.o.ddess at the same time."

Annie bit her lip. "So you are sort of like temple prosti...umm..." Oh h.e.l.l. They were bathing her and being nice to her. The last thing she wanted to do was imply that they were hookers. She struggled to find the right words.

"You give yourselves to people who come to the temple?" Not a great improvement, but hopefully not too insulting.

"Sometimes, yes. We still get to choose with whom we share our bodies, however. It's a great incentive for our citizenry to make sure they present themselves to the G.o.ddess in the best way possible."

Enshilla's look of sly amus.e.m.e.nt made Annie laugh out loud.

No, these certainly weren't temple hookers. These were very smart ladies. In fact, this could be fun.

Whoa! What was she thinking? Fun? Gang bangs on a sacrificial altar? There must be something in the water.

"What is that fragrance?" she asked, as a maiden gently shampooed her hair.

"It's the Sacred Lotus, Honored One," answered the girl, extending a hand full of lotion for Annie to touch.

"They are harvested under the light of the full moon, thus are held sacred to our G.o.ddess," added Enshilla.

"My, the Moon certainly gets her fair share of choice perks, doesn't she?" muttered Annie, breathing in the fragile floral scent. It was something like lilac or lily of the valley, but with a richer undertone.

"Now, Annilin, if you will permit..." Strong hands grasped Annie's thighs, and once again she involuntarily a.s.sumed the wishbone position. This time, there was no chance for argument, because she was held quite firmly in the water by several pairs of hands.

"Oh heavens," she whispered, closing her eyes tight and knowing that a bright red blush was staining her pale skin.

He stood behind a thin curtain in the darkness of an inner room and watched the women as they bathed.

He had no idea what had drawn him to the Temple of the Moon, other than a few vague rumors of a new Acolyte whose hair was white as the body of the G.o.ddess she worshipped.

He saw soft hands spreading soapsuds gently around delicate b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and noted the stranger had a most

attractive pair of pale pink nipples that tightened into nice pouty berries as they were caressed.

He saw her toss her wet hair back as her maidens rinsed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and spread her thighs apart.

He moved nearer the curtain to watch what came next. His bare feet made no sound on the warm tile,

and his long skirt swung noiselessly around his legs. He couldn't stop his c.o.c.k from pushing at the fabric,

but ignored it, concentrating instead on the scene before him.The women had now splayed the newcomer's legs wide, and raised her so that her mound was shiningfrom the water. And it was true-her hair was almost pure white. Even between her legs.

In contrast to her companions, who sported hairless flesh, this woman was a textural feast.He heard a slight whimper as a pair of soapy hands began to wash her soft folds."Are you sure about this?" she asked."Oh, yes indeed, Annilin," came the response.Annilin. A good choice of names for one so perfect. His c.o.c.k got harder at the sight of her, moving slightly now beneath the hands of her women. One more step and he was almost behind the tub, only a

sheer curtain and a carved screen separated them.

From here he could see her c.u.n.t clearly. He caught his breath, silently stifling the sound. He should not be here, and yet he could not leave.

She was all pink and white and glistening wet. Her shoulders were taut, and her eyes slitted as she allowed her maidens to cleanse and arouse her. Hands slid from hips down over thighs and back up again, soothing with fragrant lotion and exciting with little fingertip touches.

He swore he could see her c.l.i.t begin to emerge from its hiding place as the women's attentions became

more specific.

Two maidens were now caressing each other, and the s.e.xual tension in the room had definitely risen. Soft moans of pleasure were beginning to cover the sounds of the water lapping against the tiles, and the stranger was moving provocatively beneath the gentle hands that were arousing her.

"Join with us Annilin," came the urgent request.

A strange smile spread over her lips and light glinted from violet eyes. She raised her hands and delicately fondled the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of the woman next to her. A happy sigh encouraged her to continue her actions.

"Oh mistress, your touch is magic," crooned the maiden thus honored. She slid a hand down between her

legs and touched herself, as Annilin continued to play with her nipples.

Enshilla moved closer between Annilin's thighs, sliding her hands beneath and raising her out of the water.

His c.o.c.k was near to exploding and it was the work of an instant for him to slide the fabric aside and grasp his swollen length.

As Enshilla's mouth touched Annilin's c.l.i.t she cried out, and his hand moved firmly in a stroke he could not prevent.

He couldn't tell if she was welcoming this pleasuring or trying to escape it, but she was writhing beneath Enshilla's hands and lips. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were swollen, their nipples red now against the white of her flesh, and begging for the lips of her handmaidens who bravely suckled her when the mood struck them.

The water in the tub was becoming rough as hips swayed, fingers flickered, mouths sucked and bodies thrust in search of stimulation.

The two handmaidens screamed out their o.r.g.a.s.m as their bodies clashed together, and the others soon followed, one by her own hand, one by Annilin's. All that was left was Enshilla's mouth, sucking, licking, soothing, then arousing all over again.

Annilin had given up all pretense of resistance, and was joyfully thrashing beneath the attentions of her skilled Priestess. Her hips thrust out of the water and with a mighty cry she came, her body spasming in the other woman's hands.

Beautiful. Just beautiful. He could see her pink and turgid c.u.n.t twitch with her pa.s.sion and could only imagine what his c.o.c.k would feel like buried inside that heat. He could almost taste her nipples between his lips and, helpless before the onslaught of l.u.s.t, he stroked himself to his own climax.

Shuddering, he came, catching his life's essence in his clothing.

As the shivers died down, he was left with a handful of c.u.m-covered silk and a major problem.

If just watching her o.r.g.a.s.m could make him come like that, would he ever have enough nerve to kill her?

Chapter 3.

The new acolyte, Annilin of the very white hair, rested her elbows on the window ledge and gazed out over the panorama before her.

The journalist and historian in her desperately tried to take mental "snapshots" of what she was seeing. Farmers brought grain past her window in wagons drawn by a.s.sorted beasts of burden, while their wives carried baskets of fruit, sometimes on their heads, other times on their backs.

Traders worked the pa.s.sing crowds, calling out to attract attention to the freshest dates, the loveliest beads, the best fabric.

It was noisy, colorful and completely mesmerizing.

The human woman inside Annie savored the smells of roasting lamb, the feel of the warm breezes against her skin and the complete and utter lack of anything familiar. No phone lines, no airplanes humming above, no boom boxes...it was truly a different world.

She watched as a mother played a little game with a toddler while the baby on her hip gurgled and laughed. She noticed a couple strolling very close together, gazing into each other's eyes as their hands absently stroked over soft skin.

She sighed.

Instead of relishing this she ought to be trying to figure out a way to return to her own time, but there was something very seductive about the culture and the people of Sumer.

She'd learned that Akkad was to the North, and the princ.i.p.al town of Ur was to the south. They were in

a smaller town-Kushuk. It was small by virtue of the fact that it only had four ziggurats.One was the Moon G.o.ddess's, of course. Annie thought of it as "hers". One was dedicated to the Sun G.o.d (very awe-inspiring, and definitely male), a third to the River G.o.ddess, and the fourth to the Earth G.o.d. Annie liked looking at that one, it was kind of like a greenhouse crossed with a pyramid.

She'd been encouraged to ask questions, but not encouraged to go outside. It was terribly hot, but she

did yearn to wander around.

Enshilla had been very useful, providing much information. She'd been strangely silent about theupcoming festival though, and Annie was starting to wonder what her silence meant.As if her thoughts had conjured her up, Enshilla entered Annie's room."Greetings, Annilin." She smiled."Hi Enshilla. What's up?"Enshilla giggled at the strange terminology used by this n.o.ble One."The sky is up, Annilin. My spirits are up. The birds are up...at least some of them are. And the people are 'up' as you would say. Tomorrow is our dedication festival.""Ah yes. Don't you think it's time you told me about it?"Annie settled herself comfortably on the wide ledge, arranging her silk skirt around her. She'd become a little more used to being bare breasted, but it was still a strange feeling. The long skirt swished around her

ankles and the cool breeze swished around her nipples. She shrugged and told herself to get over it.

Enshilla stepped over to the window and looked out, but her gaze was unfocused. It was as if she was looking for the right words.

"Tomorrow's festival..." she began."Yes?""It's very important.""OK. I can understand that."Enshilla sighed. "It will be the time when you dedicate yourself to the service of the G.o.ddess.""Ah." Annie sat still for a moment. "Just me?""Well, anyone who has applied for a position within the temples will be fulfilling the dedication ceremony to their G.o.d. This time around, here in our Moon G.o.ddess's home, it is just you.""All right. That makes sense. What do I have to do?"Visions of long, elegant ceremonies, bowing, kneeling, and chanting ran through Annie's mind."You have to give the Sun G.o.d your virginity."Annie froze. "Pardon me?""You have to give your virginity to the Sun G.o.d, as the Moon G.o.ddess did before time began. This allows your fertile womb to become open to the seeds of life from the G.o.ds and the people, and will help bring good fortune and the blessings of the G.o.ds to us for another year."

"Hooookay. I see a major problem here..."

Enshilla raised her brow."Um...how do I delicately say this? Enshilla, I am not a young girl. The moons have pa.s.sed over myhead many times..." She gave up trying to mathematically convert moon-pa.s.ses into years.

"I suppose I'd better come clean. I am not a virgin."She sat back and waited for the explosion of horror she felt was sure to come."So?" asked Enshilla, raising one brow."So, how can I offer some G.o.d something I don't have left to give? It's been gone since my high school prom, and unless your Sun G.o.d drives a Pontiac Firebird and likes to wrestle in the back seat, I don't

think he got it!"Enshilla grinned and shook her head. "You speak so strangely, Annilin. But you are funny too." Thewoman reached over and took Annie's hands in both of hers.

"It is strictly symbolic, Annilin. Very few of our Priestesses and handmaidens come to us as virgins. Wewill take care of the matter for you, and show you how to present your 'virginity' to the G.o.d tomorrow."Annie drew her brows together. "I don't understand.""Come, perhaps it is time for you to see the Dedication chamber. Then you will understand better."

Rising, Enshilla took Annie's arm and led her from her quarters and out into the Temple itself. She was on the Sumerian version of the second floor, Annie realized, as she could see people coming and going in a large atrium like foyer below her. Enshilla ignored them and led Annie to another staircase that rose one more flight to a pair of ma.s.sive wooden doors that must have risen a good twenty feet above them.

Annie was glad to see a small door cut into one of them, because she knew she'd never be able to open them by herself. She started silently humming "Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum..." Enshilla ushered her into the most enormous chamber Annie had ever seen. Dominating the s.p.a.ce was a statue of the Moon G.o.ddess. Made of some white, glittering stone, she was at least fifteen feet tall and was dressed in the appropriate Sumerian garb of low-slung skirt and bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her hair was parted down the center of her head, and fell in long stone tresses down her back almost to her b.u.t.tocks.

Her face had been most delicately ornamented, and her eyes glittered as they looked at Annie.She drew in her breath, feeling for one second as though this woman was alive."She's amazing, isn't she?" breathed Enshilla respectfully."I'll say..." whispered Annie, awed by the sheer splendor and beauty of the G.o.ddess."And over here, Annilin, is where you will dedicate yourself." Enshilla crossed the chamber to draw back a sheer curtain.

It was a niche, about ten feet high, and it contained the life-sized statue of a man. A very handsome man.

His hair was tumbling in curls to his shoulders, his body had been sculpted with care and loving attention,

and he too possessed eyes that sparkled. Green and black gems highlighted his irises and sent a shiverdown Annie's spine.He also possessed the most magnificent erect c.o.c.k she'd seen in quite some time. If ever.Each ridge, vein and muscle had been carefully detailed and smoothed, until the finished version would have been enough to make strong women weep.Annie wasn't that strong. Her c.l.i.t stirred and she felt herself getting wet. Sheesh, he was a marvel."Ahem." She cleared her throat. "How does the ceremony work?""Oh it's quite simple." Enshilla waved her hand at the statue."You simply stand here..." she indicated a platform about two feet off the floor, "...and lower yourself onto his c.o.c.k. When the service begins and our people are ready, you f.u.c.k him, you reach your pleasure, and you're dedicated into the service of the Moon G.o.ddess. Ceremony over."

Sheesh!

All she had to do was m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e herself to o.r.g.a.s.m on a life size statue in front of witnesses.Sure. Piece of cake. She did stuff like that every weekend. Not!She opened her mouth, not sure if her voice was still working. "So...how many people come to this ceremony?" Ack. Did she really want to know?"Well usually only twenty or so, relatives of the new priestesses, and so on. But word of your arrival has spread, so we might have as many as a hundred tomorrow. Won't that be lovely?" Enshilla glowed withexcitement.Annie cowered with horror."Lovely?" she squeaked. "I don't think so. I'm a rather private person, Enshilla. This is going to be hard for me, not to mention the virginity thing..."Enshilla snorted and waved her hand."The curtain is left down, to allow a little privacy, Annilin."Oh that was very helpful. A curtain that one good sneeze could rip to shreds. That was certainly going to rea.s.sure her as she boinked herself to ecstasy on a piece of granite.