Laughing, Yemaya looked at her lover and winked. The thought of kids was an interesting one, although she wasn’t quite sure she was ready for them.
"Well, I have lots of questions I'd like answered," Tee said. "Like how she does all those things? And I especially want to know if she's going to make an honest woman of my daughter."
"Mother!" Dakota turned red from embarrassment.
When Teetonka saw her daughter's flushed face, she laughed even harder. Pashna just shook her head. Dakota groaned. It was going to be a very long night. Sighing, she hoped Yemaya would still want her after this. Maybe she could get a case of Corona delivered to Yemaya's penthouse. That would certainly ease the pain of the humiliation she knew lay in store for her. Or better yet, with a little luck, her lover just might teach her how to disappear. Now that would be a trick worth learning whenever mother came to town.
Y
EMAYA AND DAKOTA returned to Moldova two weeks later.
"I think I’m going to sleep for a week," declared Dakota, burrowing further beneath the sheets to escape the cool breeze blowing through the open window.
Smiling at the green eyes and ruffled hair peeking out from under the blankets, Yemaya shook her head.
"You look like a little kid."
"Hey, it’s cold in here. How come it was so warm earlier and now it’s freezing outside," Dakota complained.
"You call this cold? This is sleeping weather. Warm days for play... cool nights for sleeping... and love."
"OH? I like that thought. Care to test that theory?"
"I think I can prove it to your complete satisfaction." Yemaya replied, lowering her voice to the husky, seductive tone she knew Dakota couldn’t resist.
"Why, Yemaya. I thought you were an all work and no play sort of gal."
"Oh, I definitely play."
"Oh no you don't," Dakota declared, rolling Yemaya on her back. "Me first this time."
Yemaya raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Who am I to argue?"
"Good thinking."
Straddling the Yemaya, she leaned down, her breasts swaying slightly. Grabbing each hand, she raised Yemaya's arms over her head holding them in place while she stretched out laying half on and half off the other woman.
"Keep your hands there," she ordered huskily. Yemaya nodded.
With her left hand, she slowly unbuttoned Yemaya's blouse.
"So, you want to see what skills I have, huh?" she whispered against Yemaya's ear, her warm breath caressing the lobe. Yemaya nodded her head slowly but didn't speak.
"Well, then the least I can do is oblige."
Running her lips down Yemaya's neck, she stopped to nibble at the pulse beating wildly at the base. Her hand roamed slowly down the exposed arms until it finally settled on Yemaya's right breast. Shifting slightly, she moved using her knees to push Yemaya's legs apart.
Running her fingers through the dark pubic hair and then up toward Yemaya’s stomach, Dakota stopped to make small swirling motions.
Yemaya groaned.
"I love the feel of your hair," she purred, pressing her lips against her lover's. The tip of her tongue moved gently back and forth across Yemaya's lips. Opening her mouth slightly, she nipped at the lower lip. Her hand continued stroking Yemaya's stomach and breasts. Her hips pressed against the strong thigh beneath her.
"Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you?" Dakota asked softly.
Yemaya swallowed and nodded, her stomach clinching from the building tension.
"Well then, first I'm going to touch you like I'm doing now. Lightly! I want to feel your skin as I run my fingers over your breasts, down your stomach and legs and back up again. Then I'm going to do the same with my lips and tongue. Like this."
Dakota moved her lips across Yemaya's neck and down to her breasts. She hesitated at each nipple, sucking first the right into her mouth and then moving to the left to repeat the process. Nipping at it gently, she felt Yemaya arch slightly and she smiled. Releasing the nipple she continued sliding her tongue down the long torso, across the navel and down to the groin. Hesitating, she drew the soft skin into her mouth, sucking lightly. Then she placed her lips against Yemaya's thigh and stroked it with her tongue before continuing her journey the ankles before reversing the process. Once she again reached the apex between the legs she hesitated. Yemaya shivered. Dakota grinned and made eye contact with her lover.
"Now, I'm going to taste the rest of you," she said softly. "And I'm going to take a verrrry long time dining," she teased, her eyes twinkling. "Hours, maybe."
Yemaya swallowed.
"Hours?" It was the first time Dakota had ever heard Yemaya's voice actually raise an octave. Laughing, she nodded.
"Hours!"
Separating the outer lips with her finger and thumb, she lowered her head and dipped her tongue between the folds. When she heard Yemaya gasp, she started stroking the warm moist skin with the tip of her tongue, tasting the salty liquid that was forming.
"Hmmm," she murmured, her voice muffled. "Salty." Making long, slow lapping strokes, she wrapped her arms around the taut thighs and pulled them tight against her. Her tongue pressed hard against the inner lips and she began flicking it rapidly back and forth. She could feel Yemaya's legs begin to quiver.
Yemaya groaned louder. It was getting hard to keep her hands still when all she wanted to do was reach down and press the journalist's head tightly against her groin. The woman's tongue was driving her crazy.
"Fuck, Dakota," she moaned, her hips moving up and down. Feeling the developing rhythm, Dakota gently inserted two fingers into Yemaya's vagina and pulled the skin toward her tongue. Locating the clit, she stroked it a few times with her thumb and then began flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Alternating between slow caresses, flicking and swirling, she continued to tease the sensitive organ until she felt Yemaya's hips push hard against her face. Then she placed her lips around the small organ and sucked. Her tongue continued massaging the clit. Yemaya felt the orgasm build. At first it was a pleasant tingling sensation beneath Dakota's tongue and then fire and ice spread outwards along the nerves through the rest of her body causing her muscles to clench. Her legs trembled as she strained against the weight pushing down on her. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she reached down, clamped her arm around Dakota's head pressing it against her body. Startled Dakota momentarily stopped what she was doing.
"Please..." Yemaya begged.
Hearing the plea, Dakota renewed her efforts. The arm around her head was like a vice. A fleeting thought reminded her she would probably have a stiff neck from the force. Moments later, the Illusionist arched high, her hand tightening on Dakota's shoulder, nails digging into soft skin.
"Oosh!" she groaned as her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed. Dakota smiled and slid up to wrap her arms around Yemaya.
"A good one I hope," she teased.
"Oh yeah," agreed Yemaya, trying to catch her breath.
"Good. Thought I was gonna die down there," she joked. "Damn but you are strong."
"Uhh... oh... sorry... You okay?" Yemaya asked suddenly realizing what had happened.
"I'm teasing, love. Of course I'm fine. But you are strong. You're gonna owe me a massage later."
"My pleasure. Right now, though, I am exhausted. How about we get some sleep?"
"Sounds good to me." Dakota snuggled against the warm body next to her.
Just as she was about to drift off, she felt Yemaya's lips against her ear.
"By the way, you definitely did your homework. Night, love," murmured Yemaya sleepily.
"Yemaya?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, too. Sweet dreams."
* * *
Several miles away a streetlamp flickered on and off as wind gusts buffeted the loose wires connected to a nearby transformer. A young, dark haired woman dressed in tight slacks and a skimpy sequined top glanced nervously at the occupant of the car that had just pulled up to the curb. After a short verbal exchange, she nodded, glanced up and down the empty street, and then climbed in. There was no one to witness the prostitute’s disappearance into the darkness, nor the two men questioning her about the Sisterhood.
End of Part I
PART II
The Beginnings
T
HERE WERE NO memories of the past... nothing to tell her about herself or her previous life. She only knew
now...
and the unfamiliar sounds disturbing a dreamless sleep and the darkness. Opening her eyes, she sat up and looked around searching for anything she would recognize, and found her surroundings strangely familiar but a mystery. Still, she had a name, and she knew it. It wasn’t much but she found it comforting. Slowly rising to her feet, she turned and gazed about looking for something; anything that might trigger a memory. There was nothing. It was as if she never existed before this moment, and slowly, inevitably, came the realization that she hadn’t. This was the first day of her existence and before her, had she known it at the time, lay a world only a few days older; one created specifically for her and one other.
The meadow was breathtaking, covered in a lush carpet of grass with flowers of every imaginable size and color scattered randomly as far as the eye could see. Trees grew in multiple groves, each perfectly positioned to give the best aesthetic appeal. From their dense foliage the sounds of singing birds floated melodiously through the air, giving the entire landscape a pleasing tranquility. In the distance, a lake extended to the horizon and beyond. Its emerald green waters lapped gently at the shoreline creating a soft rhythmic slapping noise. The sound of splashing caught her attention and she leaned slightly forward, shielding her eyes with her right hand against a slight glare. A large object moved smoothly through the water, creating small ripples. Unable to resist an overwhelming need to see what it was, she walked hesitantly forward until she was near enough to make out the animal. It emerged from below the surface and stood shaking the water from its smooth skin. A fine coat of golden hair glistened in the sun giving the creature a radiant glow. Long blonde hair clung damply to its head and, as she stared in awe, dark blue eyes widened in amazement when it became aware of her presence. She had caught it by surprise.
Strange
, she thought, watching as it strolled casually in her direction
. I know him. I know the names of all of these things around me, and yet I know I have never seen any of them before. How can that be
? she wondered, almost expecting an answer. Receiving none, she shrugged indifferently, accepting that she would know what she needed when the time was right. In the meantime, she would discover as much as possible about this creature... this...
man
.
He was beautiful; more beautiful than anything in the garden; tall and muscular, in a slender way. His curly golden locks hung loosely about his shoulder.
"Who are you? I have never seen you here before." he said, his eyes roaming curiously up and down her body.
"Have you been here long?" she replied, avoiding his question.
For a moment he seemed hesitant to answer.
"No. At least not that I know of. I'm not sure. I feel like I have only arrived. And you?"
"The same. This is all new to me, and yet it is as if I have been here forever."
"Yes. That is how I feel, also. I know the plants and the trees and the animals. I know this place, and I know who I am. I am Adam."
"Well, Adam, it appears we have much in common. I am Lilith."