“Follow me into the kitchen,” Sawyer said and started down the long hallway leading through the sprawling rooms decorated with a mix of central American antiques and modern furniture.
I followed her tiny, bubbly ass down the hallway and hoped the goddess might work some magic for a threesome. But I wasn’t holding my breath.
Sawyer glanced back at us over her shoulder. “You guys want to do a shot of Fireball to settle the nerves?”
“We can do that? Isn’t it impure or something?” Brooke asked.
Sawyer laughed. “Anything that helps make babies the goddess favors. That includes a nip of booze.”
“Count me in,” I said.
“Me too,” Brooke said.
In the Patlee’s sprawling kitchen, Sawyer produced three shot glasses and a giant bottle of Fireball. She filled them up and handed them out.
“Here’s to hoping she’s in a good mood,” Sawyer said and raised her glass.
Brooke and I exchanged a worried look, and Sawyer laughed.
“I’m kidding,” she said, but her nervous laughter insinuated otherwise.
We clinked glasses and downed the shot.
The alcohol burned wonderfully in my throat and immediately seeped into my muscles, leaving them slightly relaxed. “That’s better,” I said. “It took the edge right off.”
“Yep,” Brooke said. “Let’s do this.” She was as giddy as Sam, who made Brooke vow to tell her every detail.
“All right, kids. Follow the priestess to her ritual chamber,” Sawyer said as collected the shot glasses and put them in the sink.
We followed her from the kitchen, past the sprawling great room and down a narrow hallway until we reached a set of glass double doors somewhere in the middle of the house.
Sawyer opened the doors and stepped out into a lush tropical garden surrounded by more glass doors on all four sides. “This is the courtyard. The tomb is right over here.” We pushed past a gigantic fern and stepped inside a ring of orchids, each the size of my fist. Set into the ground was a sleek rectangular metallic door as thick and long as a casket without a noticeable lock or handle.
Sawyer knelt and pressed her thumb against a shiny black piece of metal and the door whooshed open and rose, supported by a pair of steel hydraulic arms. A wide set of ancient stone steps descended in a wide circle illuminated by warm halogen lights set into the stone walls.
“How modern,” Brooke said. “Here I thought we would have to crawl through mud.”
Sawyer laughed. “We only use the mud entrance for guests. You guys are family now.”
I chuckled nervously before Sawyer started down the stairs, with Brooke and me following close behind.
The stairs opened into a broad circular room with stone walls and a stone floor. A gleaming golden sarcophagus inlaid with jewels stood against the wall on the far side of the room. Candlelight from at least a hundred different candles illuminated every square inch of space. There were candles standing on shelves, rocky outcroppings sprouting from the wall, and at least a dozen around the outside of a ring inlaid on the floor with strange geometric designs and patterns. A plush circular red cushion sat in the center of the circle. Trays of multi-colored ink sat on a silver tray next to a high-end tattoo machine. The item most out of place was a red igloo cooler filled with ice and water bottles.
Sawyer tracked my gaze and smiled. “We’ll need those at the end. Trust me on that.”
“Is this safe?” Brooke asked.
“It’s about three hours of pure fucking,” Sawyer said. “Sorry to be so blunt. You’ll sweat a lot and when it’s done, you’ll feel like you’ve run a marathon. But there’s nothing life threatening about the experience. Rather, I’ve heard it described as the single greatest sexual experience of your life.”
Brooke and I stared at Sawyer, awestruck.
“Does the tattoo hurt?” I asked, searching for a change of subject.
“That’s the odd thing.” Sawyer furrowed her brow. “They tell me it doesn’t hurt, which I don’t get because tattoo needles are really fucking sharp.” She shrugged. “Who am I to question a goddess?”
“Three hours, huh?” I asked.
“Yep,” Sawyer said. “But I’m told it doesn’t feel that long. Time is slippery once the ritual starts. For me, once I go into my trance, it won’t feel like any time has passed.”
“Where do we start?” Brooke asked.
“Let’s get naked,” Sawyer said, giggling like a schoolgirl. She reached for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it off, revealing perky, perfect, C-cup titties with brown areolas and thick brown nipples.
My cock tugged at my pants and my jaw dropped as I watched Sawyer’s perfect tits sway and bounce. I pulled off my t-shirt, revealing my smooth muscular chest and six-pack abs.
Brooke pulled off her shirt, freeing her big soft tits with her thick pink nipples already engorged. They jiggled and bounced, firm yet curvy and soft. As far as I was concerned, she was the actual goddess in this room. Brooke had spent every second of the last two days braless, and I wondered if she would ever wear another bra again.
Sawyer peeled off her yoga shorts, revealing a smooth, tight pussy devoid of any hair and an ass that lived up to the hype.
I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs, taking my briefs with them. My cock, already half-swollen and well on its way too hard, swayed from side to side as both women eyed it wantonly.
“I’d say you are a very lucky woman,” Sawyer said, drinking in my body before locking her gaze on my cock.
Brooke blushed and peeled away her shorts, stripping down to nothing but her birthday suit. Her ass was on point, thick and lush, without a hint of fat. Her skin was smooth and supple and she looked incredible under the candlelight’s warm illumination.
As my eyes wandered over her curves and fertile valley, my cock rose, thickening as it turned rigid .
“No performance anxiety for you,” Sawyer said. “The goddess loves that.”
My cheeks turned hot, but I kept my gaze locked on Brooke’s sensual figure.
“How do you know?” Brooke asked.
Sawyer grinned. “Who wouldn’t love that big dick?”
I laughed, and Brooke smiled, glancing over at me.
“It’s a tight fit,” she said. “That’s for sure.”
“You’re off the pill?” Sawyer asked.
Brooke nodded. “Nothing in three days.”
“Good.” Sawyer sighed. “Thats very good.” She clapped her hands and glanced between us. “Here’s how this will work. Brooke, you’ll sit cross-legged on that pillow. I’ll sit behind you and call for the goddess. When she arrives, you’ll know it. From that point on, it’s not me you’re talking to. Okay?”
Brooke nodded nervously. “Okay.”
“She’ll touch you and make sure you’re fertile. Once she’s satisfied, she’ll bring Trap in and he’ll sit on the pillow facing you. At that point, you can climb into his lap and do what comes naturally.”
“Where do I sit until then?” I asked.
“Inside the ritual circle,” Sawyer said and stepped over the candles, pointing at a spot near the back. “It’s out of the way enough. She can only move inside the circle so it’s super fucking important that neither one of you leave until she’s done.”
“Got it” I said.
“There’s magic flying around in the form of energy. It’s safe, but I don’t have a clue how it works. From what I understand, you’re conscious, but experience pleasure with a heightened awareness. It’s euphoric, and that’s why some have described it as a religious experience.”
“When will she do the tattoos?” Brooke asked.
“While you’re fucking,” Sawyer said. “Just keep fucking even after you come. You won’t want to stop anyway, so it’s fine.”
“Wow.” I licked my lips and my heart hammered in my chest. “That’s crazy.”
“Yeah.” Sawyer reached behind her head and pulled away her ponytail holder
, letting her hair fall freely over her shoulders.
My stomach dropped, and I couldn’t help but stare at her face in stunned disbelief.
Sawyer caught me looking and, rather than call me out, smiled at me demurely and locked her eyes on mine. “Maybe someday I’ll experience it for myself.”
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and licked the dryness from my lips. I tried to smile, but the way she looked at me left me too floored to even form a cohesive sentence.
“Okay,” Sawyer said, finally turning away from me. “Places please. It will only take me a few seconds to contact her. Once she’s present, there’s no going back.”
I leaned over and kissed Brooke tenderly on the lips “You ready, baby?”
“Yeah.” A nervous smile fluttered across her lips and she stepped inside the circle before she took her place on the red pillow.
I stepped over the candles into the circle and sat cross-legged while Sawyer came in behind Brooke and took up a seat next to the tattoo machine.
The exotic Latina closed her eyes, lowered her head and mumbled a few words. Her body went slack and then jerked before she raised her head and gazed around the room.
There was a haughty air to the way Sawyer thrust out her chest and gazed about with supreme confidence. If she was acting, she was incredible. The way she moved and even the way she blinked were entirely different from the bubbly twenty-five-year-old modern-day woman present mere seconds ago.
Sawyer effortlessly stood, her movements lithe and sharp. She stepped up behind Brooke and placed her hands on either side of Brooke’s head. “Whats your name, child?” she asked in a heavy Spanish-style accent.
“Brooke Fox,” Brooke answered, her voice shaking with nervous energy.
“Be calm, child. You are safe with me.” The goddess closed her eyes and whispered something nearly inaudible. A second later, her eyes fluttered open and a broad smile lit her face. “You will have many healthy babies.”
Brooke’s eyes welled with tears and her chin quivered as a smile lit her face. “Thank you,” she whispered reverently.
“You have a loving heart,” the goddess said. “What a fine choice for a first wife.”
Brooke seemed to sit a little straighter with her tits out jiggling from side to side while a wide-smile lit up her beautiful face.
I wanted to agree, but decided shutting up was probably my best bet.
The goddess turned to me and gave me a warm smile. “Come here, child.”
I stood and crossed the circle while the goddess eyed my body with her gaze lingering on my cock.
“What a proud bull.” She gazed down at my swollen cock. “A well-endowed man,” the goddess said. “Let’s see if you are worthy of this beautiful creature. Come sit before Brooke.”
I stepped onto the pillow and sat down facing Brooke with my legs loosely straddling her.
When our eyes met, I had never seen Brooke more beautiful. Her green eyes shimmered with an inner radiance that set my heart racing.
The goddess stepped up behind me and knelt, placing her knees on the pillow behind me while she pressed forward and mashed Sawyer’s perky tits against my back.
Her nipples hardened, digging into the soft flesh beneath my shoulder blades while I felt the goddess’s fingertips run along my scalp.
The goddess shuddered, and her breath caught in her throat. “You are virile with a potent seed — powerful and resplendent.” She ran her hands over my shoulders and down my chest, squeezing my pectoral muscles while she nuzzled her nose behind my ear. “It’s been millennia since I tasted seed so potent.”
My cock pulsed, thickening under her supernatural touch until it was hard enough to split a tree trunk.
“Perhaps… it’s time to strengthen the bloodline,” she whispered in my ear before she withdrew herself and stood. She placed her hands on my head like she had with Brooke and whispered more strange words.
My flesh buzzed with raw energy and my skin tingled with a strange coldness that left me impossibly aroused and on the verge of orgasm.
“You have the strength of character to match your physical gifts,” the goddess said. “What’s your name, child?”
I thought better of using the nickname my dad gave me and went with the real thing. “Timothy Ashford.”
“You will make a fine mate,” she said. “You and Brooke will produce strong and healthy children. A true harem master — the finest since the king himself. You have my blessing.”
Brooke’s eyes widened and her skin glowed with a radiant energy that left me completely mesmerized. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to Brooke.
The goddess squeezed my shoulders. “Yes. You will make a fine master,” she said again, as if to herself, then turned her gaze on Brooke. “Mount your mate so I may bestow my blessing.”
Brooke crawled onto my lap and wrapped her legs loosely around my waist.
Her touch felt like she had launched a sexual grenade directly into my psyche. My cock pulsed, throbbing ant twitching against the soft skin just below her tummy. I needed inside her with a hungry urge that bordered on desperation.
Brooke draped her arms over my shoulders and kissed me softly on the lips. “I love you.”
I cupped Brooke’s ass in my hands and squeezed her creamy flesh between my open fingers. “Baby, I love you so much.”
“Yes,” the goddess said, raising her head high and laughing. “This is the stuff of legend. True love. The energy is flowing like a raging river through the ritual chamber. Mate my children. Give me blood.”
Brooke’s eyes hazed over with lust. She reached down between us and curled her warm fingers around my throbbing cock. Her breaths came out short and ragged and she stroked my cock while she pushed herself up on her knees. With her tits bouncing and swaying, Brooke gazed deep into my eyes and dragged my swollen tip through her slippery valley.
My head swam and everything but Brooke faded into a blur of swirling colors and sounds. I brought my hands around to her full, heavy breasts and gently cupped them in my hands before squeezing her nipples and savoring the sensation of them hardening between my fingers. My cock throbbed in her firm, warm grip and I ached to be inside her, pumping her full of cum again and again.
As she guided my cock downward, drawing it to the entrance of her tight, hot honey hole, Brooke’s legs trembled and she shuddered, letting out a slight gasp.
I had never experienced such heightened pleasure, and I saw the same in Brooke’s face. It was the glassy faraway look in her eyes and the way her tongue moistened her full pink lips. Her ragged breath, shaking legs, and rock hard nipples painted the picture of a woman skating on the edge of her first orgasm before I ever entered her.
My cock pulsed in her hand and my tip came alive when it dipped into her wet, warm pussy. “Baby, put it in,” I said, my voice rough and uneven. I edged my hips higher and Brooke lowered herself until my cock slipped into her warm, supple tightness. “Fuck,” I said with a shaky voice. My toes curled and my legs trembled while my cock throbbed against her tight walls.
Brooke moaned and bit her lip, sinking lower onto my cock until it completely disappeared inside her. She ground her hips and held onto my shoulders as she looped her legs around my waist and drew herself in tight. “Baby, you ‘re in so fucking deep.” Her moan turned into a sweet shudder as she pulled me into a long, wet kiss.
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