The Sun Gods Woman Part 4

"And as for the virginity? Don't worry. A small piece of leaf soaked in lamb's blood will be insertedbefore the ceremony. No one will be able to tell that it's not your virgin's blood."Annie squirmed."And what else will be happening while I'm getting...stoned?" asked Annie ironically."Your audience will be joining you in your pleasure, Annilin."

"Oh really?" Just how many granite c.o.c.ks were there around here?"It is felt that a mutual experience of rapture will rise to the very heart of the Moon G.o.ddess herself. Allof us will be bringing ourselves pleasure along with you."

Splendid. A room full of people jerking off. This got more like college every day.

Enshilla moved to a small container near the wall. She struck a flint and after several tries, a small plume of smoke rose from the contents.

"This is our special incense." She smiled to Annie. "Our Moon G.o.ddess appreciates the fragrances of the

night, so it is time to begin filling her chamber with her favorite perfume."

She repeated the procedure around the room until there were wispy wreaths of smoke rising to the ceiling.

Annie breathed in the delicate scent, feeling a little dizzy as she did so.

"Annilin, it is customary for Priestesses to meditate before the ceremony. Because you have come to us

from the G.o.ddess herself, I would suggest you begin your mediation now. There is a special place here

Enshilla led Annie to the base of the G.o.ddess statue. She pressed a spot and two large panels swung open, exposing a recessed doorway. Annie followed her and found herself in a small round room at the very rear of the statue.

For all intents and purposes she was in the G.o.ddess' b.u.t.t. There were small windows high up on the walls allowing a little light to filter through, and Enshilla lit another brazier full of incense.

A long bench lay against one wall, covered now with soft pillows.

"Rest now, Annilin. Let the G.o.ddess fill your thoughts and your mind. Release your concerns and put yourself in her hands."

Enshilla urged her down onto the pillows, releasing her skirt and making her comfortable.

"The G.o.ddess is very wise, Annilin. Trust in her."

With these words, Enshilla quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Annie tried to relax, stretching her arms above her head on the pillows and gazing up at the blue sky

outside.

The incense grew stronger, and her breathing grew slower.

She slept.

A portion of the wall in the Temple of the Moon G.o.ddess swung silently open and a man stepped through.

Untold generations ago some sly architect had created this secret access, and now it was known only to

a select few. He was one of the lucky ones.

The scent of the incense was strong, and he knew what it was doing to her. He remembered his own reaction to his first time meditating with it, and grinned.

She was splayed out on the pillows, her white body gleaming in the low light of the little sanctuary.

He neared her, and breathed in her scent as well as the fragrance of the incense.

His eyes followed the lines of her flesh. Her hair lay tumbled on the dark silk, tossed casually across the

fabric like splashes of moonlight. Her underarms were naked and shaded, and her neck open to his view.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s lay soft, nipples relaxed, rising and falling with her steady breath. His eyes moved on.

Her belly was gently rounded, and her hips quite distinct. No skinny little boy figure here, she was all

woman. A drop of perspiration glittered beneath her navel and rolled down into her woman's curls.

White and silver and gold sparkled beneath his gaze, and he reached out to gently shuffle a fingertip through the soft ma.s.s.

She moaned, and his c.o.c.k jumped.

He knelt beside her, and stroked delicately down the inside of one thigh, testing her reactions.

Her legs fell open and she moaned again, a soft sound of delight.

His c.o.c.k jumped even higher.

Bending his head, he took a nipple into his mouth, gently working it with his tongue until it began to

awaken and rise to a point.

She moved beneath him.

He raised his head and looked at her, to find her staring at him through deep violet eyes. Her pupils were

dilating, and her lips smiled. He knew from experience that this would seem just a dream to her. He would have liked nothing better than to take her there and then, but knew he dare not. He was bound by the rules of Sumer. His time with her would come.

Until that moment, he would enjoy her as best he could.

He bent once again to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, using his hand to tease and fondle the other one while he fed from the sweetness of the first.

Her hips began to writhe and lift as he aroused her even more.

Shifting his position, he slid a hand down to her mound and searched for her c.l.i.t within her moist folds.

A sudden flinch coupled with a groan told him he'd found it.

Gently he began teasing and flicking it, learning her likes from her sighs and movements. She loved to be

circled and pressed, but not flicked directly. He loved to do all of that, and more.

He released her nipple and ran his tongue down over her navel. Her hands slid up to replace his mouth, tweaking and pulling her own flesh into hard nubs.

Further down he went, seeking her hidden treasures. He eased her legs farther apart and finally settled

himself where he wanted to be...snuggled between her thighs.

He took his c.o.c.k in one hand and used the other to spread her swollen lips apart and make way for his questing tongue.

Gently he teased her, sucking, licking, tugging and releasing, and lapping her flowing juices.

Her movements grew jerky as he invaded her flesh more intently. His own hand was now stroking his c.o.c.k with purpose, the sounds and smells of her as arousing as anything he could ever remember.

Her moans came faster as his tongue thrust into her c.u.n.t and his thumb pressed down on her swollen c.l.i.t.

He knew he was seconds away, and in an effort to share his pleasure, he rammed his whole face into her

mound, making sure his tongue was as deeply inside her as he could get.

He came, savagely, and with a shout that echoed through her body and vibrated her c.l.i.t.

She cried out and clamped her legs tight to his shoulders.

He rode her o.r.g.a.s.m to its end, gently bathing her with soft strokes of his tongue and letting her aroused

tissues relax.

His c.o.c.k had shrunk, leaving its essence on the pillow beneath him. He felt wonderful. She'd make oneh.e.l.l of a Priestess.She'd make one h.e.l.l of a bedmate.She'd make one h.e.l.l of a sacrifice.He rose, only to see her looking at him. The light of the brazier reflected from his face."You," she breathed. "Green eyed...magic..."Even as she whispered the words, she slept.Chapter 4 The High Priest sat at his customary table in the depths of the Sun G.o.d's ziggurat. The room was windowless, but a breeze stirred his long hair as it pa.s.sed through the corridors. Cleverly designed and executed, the pa.s.sages acted as small air conditioners, making sure that every chamber within the ziggurat was vented and cooled as much as possible.

Usually, the High Priest would be busily consulting his sc.r.a.ps of papyrus or the symbols he'd noted on a nearby smooth piece of slate.

But today, his charcoal writing instrument lay untouched, his work untended, and his thoughts many miles

away from the business that should be keeping him occupied.

His green eyes were unfocused as he stared at the flickering light of the lamp near his table.