The Sorceress (19 page)

It was only sex talk. He didn't mean what he was saying. A man like Rome could have any woman he wanted and he was what—about twenty-four or twenty-five? Too young to settle down in a committed relationship. Still, his words made her flush with joy. “I want to feel you inside me,” she clarified.

She wished she could make their short time together memorable. She'd love to lick some honey, whipped cream, or chocolate syrup off of his beautiful body, but there was no time to raid his kitchen for naughty treats. She kissed his neck. He moaned.

She sucked his small male nipples and licked her way down to his stomach. His dick thumped her cheek, impatiently. She broke her rule and feasted on his shaft, slurping, sucking…loving it.

Then he maneuvered her around, palming Jen's ass cheeks as he pressed her moist kitty against his ready lips. One hot tongue flick and Jen tensed; couldn't concentrate on sucking. She relaxed her mouth briefly while she enjoyed the sensation of his warm tongue sliding between her labia, lapping up generous amounts of her sweetness.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “Ah,” she moaned as his tongue moved up and toggled her clit.

“You like that, baby?” His muffled voice brought Jen back to reality. They were in the “69” position and she was supposed to be giving as well as getting.

Working her jaws again, she concluded that his dick was exceedingly delicious and didn't require the sugary topping she'd wanted to drizzle up and down his thick shaft. Adding honey or chocolate syrup to something so sweet would give her a sugar high.

She was still tipsy from the shots of Jack Daniels…adding a sugar rush could be a dangerous combination.

“I like it a lot,” she finally answered after she'd had her fill of oral sex. “But I want something else.”

“Is that right?”

She didn't answer. She mounted him.

“Oh, it's like that?” He smiled. “You're taking charge?”

“That's exactly how it is,” she said breathily as she wrapped her hand around his length, which was bulged with thick veins.

“Oh, so you're just gon' take what you want?” He faked a frown, but couldn't maintain the expression as his shaft, eager for her warmth, began to vibrate in Jen's hand.

The frenetic energy of desire mounting made Jen shudder. “Uh-huh, I want it and I'm taking it,” she said, her voice husky with lust. She used the head of his manhood to separate her petals and guide him inside her moist and receptive place.

Rome griped her shoulders and thrust upward, lodging himself deeply. Jen's pussy was so hot and wet, it made sloshing sounds as he plunged in his immense thickness. He became still. Motionless.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing.” He flipped her over. Lay on top of her. The full frontal contact was electrifying. He kissed her as their hips rocked together, swiveled, gyrated in smooth rhythmic motions. He stopped again, looked down at her, staring at her face as if she might disappear if he blinked. “You're so beautiful, baby.”

There was such intensity in his gaze, such tenderness in his tone, that she had to close her eyes and press her lips together to keep from blurting out, “I love you, Rome. Let's get married. I want to have your babies.”

Had she said what was in her heart, words she had no business speaking, she would have been perceived as talking crazy,
speaking the type of gibberish of a woman coming out of a long, hard sex-drought. But this feeling they were sharing was the closest she'd ever come to feeling love.

Love, marriage, and babies. Universal female urges that could not be denied. Or admitted. She'd have to keep those desires secret or risk chasing Rome away.

So she let her body do the talking. Lying beneath him, she arched her back, meeting his impassioned plunges with her own ardent thrusts. Their body's enflamed, the pace quickened. No longer careful and gentle, their bodies crashed together in a frenzy to satisfy their overwhelming and voracious hunger.

Like the animals on his walls, Rome was wild and passionate. His male groan was primal in its sound. Jen clutched handfuls of the sheet as she felt the beginning of a gigantic climax… building and coursing through her. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the high-pitched cries of passion. But couldn't.

After reaching a screaming crescendo, Jen trembled uncontrollably. Rome drove deeper, speeding up his strokes, and working his way to salvation. Joining her, he liberated a growl as pleasure exploded.

The goddess Tara appealed to the council, pleading on her sister's behalf. “Eris is reformed,” she testified.

Goddess Diana looked at Tara skeptically. “How do you know?” she inquired.

Tara lowered her gaze, ashamed. “She's been communicating with me.”

“And you allowed her to penetrate your mind?”

“She's my sister. I couldn't shut her out.”

The council gave a collective sigh.

“Tara, we are aware of your compassion. It is in your nature to feel the pain of others deeply. Too deeply, sometimes. And it is in your sister's nature to be destructive. We put up with her wicked ways because your mother vetoed all our votes to dispatch Eris to the Dark Realm. Your mother, the goddess Inanna, has ascended now; she no longer sits at council and it is our decision to keep Eris contained with others of her ilk—the wretched and wicked with souls beyond redemption.”

Diana drew in a breath; her eyelids fluttered in frustration. “We did not dispatch your sister to the Dark Realm. We sent her to earth to begin a new life and possibly redeem herself. But she continued her wicked ways. And even after her escape from the Dark Realm, she returned to earth over a hundred years later and still made mischief.

“Because of Eris, our dear goddess Kali must slumber throughout eternity, unable to ascend to the highest place for honorable souls such as she.” Diana shuddered.

“After all her crimes against mankind on earth and the sexual abuse she inflicted upon your dear winged attendant, I would expect you to join this goddess council in our decision to keep Eris trapped inside the Dark Realm, forever!”

Diana stood. “This meeting is adjourned,” she asserted.

The members of the goddess council stood.

Distraught, Tara returned to the pond, accompanied by Zeta, whose wings were folded down in sorrow. She draped an arm around Tara and wiped her tears.

Finally, Tara stopped weeping. “Zeta, my lovely winged one. I need solitude. Please leave me.”

Zeta raised her wings, enticingly, a signal that her phallus was readied. She pulled up her gossamer gown. Tara cast a glance at her attendant's beautiful sex organ. It glimmered in the sunlight, while beneath the rigid shaft; Zeta's female opening revealed a dewy desire.

“My dear servant, I can see that you are in need of release.”

Zeta lowered her head, ashamed.

“I want you to leave me now. Go join the other winged attendants and choose the one with largest and finest phallus and tell the hermaphrodite that the goddess Tara has granted permission for her to penetrate your lovely flower.”

Zeta squeezed her thighs together, aroused by Tara's generosity, but pained by her mistress's obvious suffering. “I cannot leave you in anguish. It is my duty to serve you, goddess. I am committed to care for you. Using the gift that I am endowed with, I can take your mind off of your trouble. I beg you, goddess, pay no attention to the lack of discretion of my undisciplined vagina.”

“You have dual urges and I am just one woman. I can only offer you penetration with my slender finger. If the goddess council ever found out—” Tara shook her head, unable to continue.

“Don't worry, mistress. We are very discreet.”

Tara nodded. “To be totally happy, you need to be with your own kind—a hermaphrodite who can satisfy you fully.”

“No, mistress. I only need you. I can ignore my feminine urges.”

“You shouldn't have to. Zeta, I know that my sister punished you when your feminine desires occurred.”

Zeta made a little whimper, recalling how the goddess of destruction had spanked her feminine area whenever it moistened with desire. And Eris, enjoying causing pain, had thought of crueler and more inventive ways to punish Zeta's genitalia.

Tears sprang to Tara's eyes. “You are so beautiful. I love you, Zeta. It saddens me that the goddess rules are so rigid.”

“Your compassion is as beautiful as your face, as sensual as your bosom. I am your devoted companion; I will never indulge my own sexual cravings. I exist to cater to your every sexual need.”

“My only pleasure in life is parting your legs and sliding this into your plush depths.” Zeta's sturdy penis quivered in her palm.

Tara moaned. Zeta pulled her closer, and then caressed Tara's shoulders with her wings.

Tara's eyes began to well again. Zeta's love and devotion were so unyielding and pure; she wanted to weep with gratitude but didn't allow herself to. One day, after the matter with her sister was resolved, she would seek permission of the council to return the love that Zeta gave to her.

There shouldn't be rules that prevented her from satisfying her winged lover's feminine core with her fingers and her mouth. “These rules are outdated. The love between a goddess and her attendant should be respected and honored. If a goddess wants to grant her attendant an equal status, she should be able to,”
Tara would argue with the council, one day…when she was feeling a lot stronger.

Tara dismissed Zeta with a soft kiss. She watched until she could no longer discern Zeta's departing figure from the distant and towering trees and the foliage.

Tara's lashes lowered. Concentrating on the image of her sister, she closed her eyes, opening her mind, allowing Eris to penetrate. But instead of the pitch black force field that usually engulfed her and the piecing wails that hurt her head when Eris came through, she saw nothing.

She heard nothing except the sound of her own worrisome contemplations running through her head. “My poor sister. The council has denied my request. You must remain in that wretched place.”

She sent out a thought form. “Eris, can you hear me? Where are you?”

No response.

“Eris!” She called in her mind. Eris didn't answer.

Tara shed a tear for her sister. “Despite the devastation you've brought upon so many, I still love you, my sister. I pray that the day will come when you will mend your wicked ways. In the meantime, I can only pray that you haven't been harmed by those wretched souls in the Dark Realm.”

Eris heard her sister. Loud and clear. And she was fuming mad that she was being forced to listen to the bad news that Tara delivered. “You've made your announcement. Now go away, you nuisance,” Eris spat. Her spineless younger sister had most likely presented such a weak and unconvincing proposal on Eris's behalf, the council had easily denied the request.

Eris hated Tara for her sniveling, useless compassion. All the
other goddesses were known as warriors, protectors…famous for strength, power, intelligence, fertility, courage, and wisdom. Her silly sister, on the other hand, was burdened with the worthless trait of compassion.

If she ever made it back to her true home…the Goddess Realm…the first thing on her agenda would be to rid the realm of the likes of Tara. She'd gladly obliterate her useless sister right now if only she could reach her hands through the gates of hell and strangle the life out of the insufferable goddess.

“Be safe, my sister,” Tara's annoyingly sweet voice went on. “Forgive me for letting you down. I will not forsake you. I won't give up. I'll keep petitioning for your pardon and safe return to the Goddess Realm.”

Eris covered her ears, trying to shut out Tara's annoying lament. Eris wanted Tara to go away. “Leave me alone, Tara. Go play with Zeta…the winged one you acquired…the whining hermaphrodite who is responsible for my unfair banishment.”

“I will plead your case until the day I ascend to the heavens—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” Eris shouted, trying to drown out her sister's voice. Where was that little brat, Xavier? He was the only soul who could liberate her from this crude holding place. But being stuck in the tiny child's body had soured his disposition and turned him into an awful prankster.

“Remember, dear sister, my love for you is unending.”

Eris sucked her teeth. Her wimpy sister was relentless, going on and on…yakking inside her head, distracting her with her whiny apologies and empty promises. “Be quiet, Tara!” Eris yelled in her mind, but of course, Tara didn't hear her.

“Keep in mind the power of your goddess ring,” Tara reminded. “It will always keep you safe. It is the one thing that can protect you from those ghouls who surround you.”

Eris became still and listened with interest. The goddess ring
had powers? Eris didn't know that. “Tara!” she hissed. “Why didn't you tell me about the powers of the ring? That information would have been useful when I was banished from the Goddess Realm.”