Goddess lust
Darkness was what I saw - felt perhaps the best way to describe it. I knew that something had happened at the temple when I gave the offering to the Priestess. She anointed my forehead, my breasts and stomach with the Holy oil as I spread my arms towards the altar. I had felt a falling, like the stone beneath me had parted and then - nothing. Then, there was something. Sensations that made my mind and body ache to be awake.
I could feel her breasts against my back and her arms around me. She was supporting me, one of her legs over mine, pulling my legs apart. Her breath was warm through my hair and smelled of roses. Her skin made mine tingle wherever she touched me, a warmth that made the fog in my head thicker, the very process of opening my eyes laborious.
I finally was able to look about me. A pale light turned gold through the web-like curtains around us. I could not see the supports for those curtains, even though my supine position against her let me see little but what was above us. A small air current tickled my thigh and the curtain billowed slightly before coming to rest again. It was dark beyond the curtains, though I thought I saw something move.
She shifted below me, a softness of silk against my skin. Fingers started to dance across my skin, weaving patterns light and airy that I could feel last past the touch. She brushed my hair away from my face. A gentle kiss against my cheek lasted for an eternity, and yet was so brief I was not sure I had felt it. I found I was stroking the leg that was draped over mine. I felt a small puff of air over my exposed lips, cooling, yet a heat eddied in my groin.
I knew we were both naked but the feel of her skin under my hand amazed me. It felt as though I was stroking the softest velvet, or perhaps I was touching the surface of warm cream. I was able to move my head slightly, though it felt as though I was moving through honey as I did so. Her leg was pale in a porcelain doll sort of way. My own skin next to hers seemed overly dark, but yet still pale.
Her breath came out in a soft sigh against the back of my neck. The shivers that flowed down my back made waves of pleasure build and flow back up my body. My back arched against her and my bottom pressed into the cushioning beneath us. My eyes shut themselves and all I was for a moment was that flow of pleasure.
Her hands caressed my sides, moving delicately up until they cupped my breasts. She squeezed slightly and then pinched my nipples. It was almost too hard, but the slight pain melded with the tingle that her touch left on my skin. I opened my eyes to see the closeness of her dark hair and the roundness of her cheek. My head was laid back on her shoulder, the view I had of the glittering strands of hair catching all of my slow attention until her hands started to stroke upwards over and past my breasts.
Her hands rested on my shoulders, her arms close to my sides. She briefly kissed the tip of my shoulder and then delicately moved back towards my neck. Her breath and the tingle of her presence engulfing all of my attention. A damp tongue trailed up behind my ear, the warmth of the sensation making me shiver in delight.
I think I tried to talk, but her finger on my lips silenced me. She moved, I moved and we were kissing. Her breath belayed nothing of the sweetness of her taste. Almonds and roses and honey. I wanted more of the intoxicating mouth. I clumsily turned over in her embrace so I could face her.
She lay on the gold and red pillows framed by the gossamer drapings, looking golden herself. I hadn't looked upon such a beauty before. Golden brown eyes looking at me through thick lashes. Heavy breasts with rosebud nipples. Her skin milky, transparent yet with a sheen that showed the slight sweat I had left on her. Not muscular, but a feeling of power that was undefinable, and intriguing. Her long hair, dark and light, golden and jet black all at once, curled about the pillows supporting her shoulders and head.
I was kneeling between her rounded thighs, her legs pulling me towards her. She laid her hand on the back of my neck and pursed her lips, the invitation undeniable. Her hand trailed down my back, my spine arching on its own accord, pushing our breasts together. I collapsed on top of her. Her arms held and comforted, her lips warm and invigorating.
Another breeze went across my back. The curtains billowed out from the platform we were on and then parted. My eyes took a moment to focus on what was beyond the spider web of drapery instead of the woman under me.
A man stepped into the light around the platform from the darkness. Dark eyes smoldered in my direction, a look of sureness on his face. He had a swagger to his stride, though he stepped slowly towards us. Tanned and yet not more than his olive skin would naturally deepen to with a good outdoor life. He had a swath of cloth wrapped around him loosely. It barely covered his torso and was transparent to show the muscles underneath.
His hand stretched out towards me. Tough, but not rough, fingers stroked my hair, followed my back and stayed on my bottom. His touch inflamed my senses, making me want him inside me, his perfect presence in total with mine. I found I was pressing myself into his hand.
She traced up his bare leg and caught his thin covering with a fingertip. As he came closer, the cloth slipped from him, revealing all of him to us. The dark hair pulled back from his face was mirrored below, a line of fine almost black hair blossoming down into his groin from his navel.
His manhood was flaccid, though it seemed to be coming to life as I watched. I had to close my eyes as two pairs of hands, each with their own feeling against my skin, played against my back, my breasts, my hair. When I at last could open my eyes again, he had moved.
Her hands pushed me up so that the world spun slightly. I was still kneeling between her legs, but she seemed so far away as I was sitting there. Looking down past my own breasts, I saw a glistening on her mound. Her pubic hair was brown and red, her lips just showing their rosiness from the mound. My hands trailed down her satin skin towards that inviting place.
His hands still were on my bottom, massaging each cheek. The fine hairs on his arms brushed me as he reached for her leg, stroking her firmly and pulling her calf up behind me. He did so for both of her legs, placing her legs around my hips. I felt her weight, but not as a burden.
She shifted under me and used one of her delicate hands to tickle my own mound. I found I was changing my strokes into her moistness to match what she was doing to me. I opened my legs a little so that she could find me easier.
A gasp came out of me as His fingers also started to explore me. Stronger, firmer, his hands found my sensitive parts and laid claim to them from behind. Her fingers traced my outer lips and I felt my own wetness left behind in patterns on the insides of my thighs. One of his arms was around my waist, supporting me, and I could feel him hard against my thigh.
His teeth raked lightly across my shoulder and up my neck, a scent like maple syrup and burnt earth on his breath. The closeness of him and her legs around me made me feel secure and safe. The fire rising in the pit of my soul was being fanned by the expert touches of the two with me.
Her hands were at my breasts, playing with my nipples until they felt about to burst. A spasm from within her traveled up from my hand and lifted her from the cushions. Her face tensed momentarily and the desire in her eyes flared out of the dreaminess.
A strong hand pushed me so that I was laying against her again. Kisses became intense and our hands rushed around each other’s bodies. I was able to pull away from her kiss and pull her breast up to my mouth. It was her nipple that muffled the gasp that came from my mouth when I felt him put himself against my own moistness.
She took my head between her hands and looked into my eyes. She pulled me to her luscious mouth again. My head was clearer than when I had awoke, but I still was confused, and conflicted as the two had their way with me.
He was moving my legs slightly farther apart, my mound now pushing against hers. She was the one to moan, the low sound vibrating through our kiss and prompting an answering moan from me. She grasped me around my waist, her legs tightening as the first push from behind split my lips, and my senses.
A grunt, articulate in it’s meaning of pleasure and wanting, came from him as he slowly pushed into me. His hands went from cupping my bottom to holding my hips to steady the stroke. The heat from him was intense, as though I would melt around him as he went deeper and deeper into me.
His momentum slowed and stopped, pausing long enough for me to realize I had not breathed in while he had been moving. I breathed in her scent, her taste as I fought to stay awake and aware of the intense pleasure. She again moaned while our tongues intertwined. I felt a red line of pain as her nails drew down my back. I pushed back against him and my head came up from hers.
He steadied me and started drawing back. The fullness that I had lessened and the heat cooled. I drew in a breath that seemed to go on forever. When I felt the head almost come out, he stopped. Her hands were against my sides, holding me up. My breath came out in a moan when he leaned over my back and his arms went around my waist. A hand searched out my mound and found the sensitive bud just as he thrust back in.
I found myself thrashing at the sensations of his thrusting in and out of me, her hands holding my breasts and his fingers making my body sing. His strong, hot arms kept me mostly upright, the strength undeniable. She had a face of ecstasy and bliss as she looked into my eyes. I tried to caress her perfect breasts, but the waves of pleasure going through me made the attempt disjointed at best.
Her eyes closed. A moan from her echoed into my own throat. I could feel her body below me starting to convulse. Our mounds had been grinding together, his fingers exploring, tantalizing the wetness. When he saw she was on the edge, he withdrew his hand and held me tighter from behind. The security of that tight, yet loving embrace, warmed parts of me I did not know were cold.
His rhythm became faster, yet not frantic. I felt his breath on my back, the tickle of hair on my skin. The pressure of his body leaned me forward again, layering us in arms and breasts and legs. Breath was exchanged, the heat of all of us steaming hot within the curtained area. Her mouth went from mine to my neck, lustily sucking then biting. The pain from her bite as she started to climax pushed me over, too.
All the colors in the universe blinded me as the crash of my own heart deafened me. The steady thrust and pull of him behind me pushed my mound into hers, every time we contacted bud to bud, the fire spread further, past myself and into everything around me. I felt her orgasm. It lit off more from my own being. And he kept thrusting.
He slowed, not stopping, and lifted his weight from me. Tremors from the orgasms were still rippling through us, her trembles touching mine off. A drop of blood was on her lips, a ruby against the rose. I kissed her, my own blood sweet on her lips.
His hands were again on my hips, his thrusts becoming more uneven, ragged. He brought me upright and licked at my wound, a tingle melding with the ache. His arms were around me again, holding me tight as his own climax was imminent.
The feeling of pulsing replaced the thrust, a new wetness running down the insides of my thighs. The different sensation within me triggered another orgasm, the tenderness of my body responding to his own pleasure. He held me like that until we both were spent.
I awoke some time later between them on the cushions. The smile on her sleeping face was entrancing. A light seemed to seep from her skin. His arm was around me as he spooned in from behind. I was able to sit up with the wash of what had happened warming my insides. I looked at his sleeping form, the rugged face softened by slumber.
I enjoyed looking at him and my eyes went down him until I saw his semi-hard manhood. Or should I say, both of them. Still wet with the mingling of all of our fluids, both of his cocks lay across his leg. The almost drugged feeling I had when I had first awoke was gone. True sleepiness from the recent lovemaking relaxed me into their arms once again.
The offering to the Goddess was complete.
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