Transit of Ishtar, Paranormal Erotic Romance / Urban Fantasy (Book 2 of Sinnis)

by Natalie Gibson

  He grabbed at her firm heavy breasts, rolling them with his free palm. When her hips began their tell-tale rocking and her thoughts came to him breathy and jumbled, he knew it was time. He replaced his fingers with the head of his organ, and pushed into her warm untried opening. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he felt the blockage inside her. He hesitated, not wanting to bring her pain, but she used her legs to push him further.

  He was huge, but Nathalia wanted as much of him as she could have. When she started to topple over the cusp of her orgasm, he drew back and pushed hard, penetrating the barrier. It hurt but she was so lost in her climax that she enjoyed the pain. He thrust into her again and again, building her pleasure so high that when she heard his own strained cry as he released his pent-up need inside her, she came again with him, the second orgasm tripping on the heels of the first.

  Eiran, as if in a type of trance, spoke in Sumerian, but Nathalia needed no translator to understand him. She had lived then. This body and mind remembered the language. “I, Eiran Kafziel, give you my name freely and the power over me that comes with that knowledge. I can do none other than invoke your name, Nathalia Ereshkigal of the Kafziel family line, binding you to my side for all time. In the beginning there were only males. Therefore, each will leave his father and mother and cleave to his Sinnis, and the two shall be made one flesh. So they depend on Ud and Ki no longer, but will hunger only for each other. What has been joined together, none can put asunder.”

  Even as his much heavier form lay resting on top of her, Nathalia knew that something had changed. The power structure was altered. She was sexually satiated but hungered for more. The necklace felt heavy against the hollow of her neck and she felt it slip from his shoulders to lay resting over her clavicles. She felt the cold weight of it settle against her skin and then it grew warmer as it sank under the flesh.

  She brought her hand up to feel it and she came against nothing but skin. Eiran's head had raised slightly and his breathing had slowed, but he stared at the place where the necklace had become a part of her, indeed looking very much like a birthmark. He fingered it lightly and it hummed in response to his touch.

  He spoke softly and she knew it was ancient prophesy. “Each Grandson of Heaven will find a daughter of the same line. Only one for each will survive the change. Joining with him she will take his birthmark. Once there, it cannot be removed nor changed as long as the birthright is not broken by his greedy thirst.“ He had just witnessed it happen and only now understood the full meaning.

  Chapter 10

  Flying back to the tomb in Eiran's arms, Nathalia noticed a figure half hidden in the sand to one side of the most active excavation site. She had felt his mind long before she saw him. Her ability was greatly strengthened by both the conversion and her time with the Igigi. She could tell how many and what sorts of minds were near her with hardly any effort.

  Put us down over there. That man needs help.

  Eiran followed her orders without pause. Now that the exchange had been made, her virginity for his birthmark, he could not but obey direct orders. Suggestions and desires, yes he could question, but when she told him to do something, he would have to do it. He lowered her feet to the ground, but kept her arm clamped in his. He took a deep breath through his nose and stiffened.

  What's wrong? Nathalia was through underestimating Eiran's value as both a man and a hunter.

  “This place stinks of Akhkharu.” He jutted his chin out, using it to point to the injured man. “He is tainted by my brother.”

  “He's in direct sunlight so he's not turned.” Nathalia tried but she couldn't smell anything. She approached the man slowly none the less. She shielded her presence from the man just in case it was a trick.

  Nathalia probed into his mind. It was a jumble. She could catch a few things here and there and then she felt it. This man's mind's been contaminated by our brother, Eitan. She could feel Eiran's surprise behind her. Yes, I know his name. I know all Nephilim names. It is a gift from the Shinar to help me in my hunt.

  “You have been away long, but not much time has passed. His name will not help you so close to his turning.”

  Nathalia knew that Ki would hold him if the First Sinnis asked her, but Ud wouldn't burn him. It would hurt him, sure, but it would be many many years before the fathers rays would reduce him to ash. Nathalia had a plan. It was risky and Eiran wouldn't like it so she kept it to herself. It would be easier to execute that way anyway.

  She did not need to ask how Eitan had done this. She knew she and Eiran could also pour madness into a human brain. It was one of their family abilities. She also knew that this man of the Paion had intimate contact with the Akhkharu but the insanity ruined her chances of discovering any secrets. I need to open my mind to Eitan.

  “It is too dangerous.” Eiran had had enough. His wife might be the boss, the hunter, the Warrior of the Igigi, but it was his job to protect her from evil, especially that of his brother.

  Eiran unceremoniously picked her up and flew them away. She sent out a call to the nearest man, giving him the urgent need to head in the direction of the doctor. His mind might be destroyed, but she would not leave him to die.

  She went back to the argument. I have to know his plan.

  Eiran spoke in their intimate way, You know his plan. He wants the weapon. He wants to plunge this earth into darkness and violence.

  Then, we better find it first. I know a woman who can send herself out into the world in search of people and things. She sent out a message to Harith Samsiel, Maeve's guardian and the future mate of the One. He should prepare her for a visit from the new Voice of the Council. Nathalia would take the place of the Representative, but she would not follow the orders of the Igigi. They posed as Esteemed Elder humans and she would not honor them. Tabalu us back to my old home.

  Back to the place where you died?

  Nathalia could tell the thought of going there was repugnant to him. Don't think of it that way. Take me back to the place where you saved me from death. She flooded him with her peaceful memories and happy feelings from that moment when he had tabalu'd her the first time, changing her into darisam baltutu. But put us outside, not the inner sanctuary. We must enter as guests.

  He grinned down at her. I will tabalu us only if you promise to let me feast on your prana again once we are there.

  She could not keep the shiver of excitement contained. We have work to do.

  All the better reason to be well fed, my love. Eiran quickly landed and began to break them down as soon as he made contact with Ki. He took them away to Texas, although he did not know it by that name.

  Nathalia allowed her satisfied beast fantasize for a moment about how delicious Eiran's blood would taste. She heard male laughter in her head and was flooded with the promise of euphoria if she would take another Nephilim's blood. Just before she dissolved into nothingness and pleasure, Eitan told her, I must see you do this before I will let you by my side, my sweet. Together, powered by family blood, we will cross the gisig and destroy the Shinar.

  Nathalia wanted to get to work right away, but then so did Eiran. They materialized in a small grove of ancient oak trees to the west of the main compound. He laid her down after spreading his own right wing out under her. The feel of this flesh blanket was more erotic than Nathalia thought it should be. It was no lame appendage, but had feeling and purpose. Right now that purpose was seducing Nathalia.

  Eiran's wing cupped her, holding her weight while caressing every inch of her back. The prehensile tip snaked around and up between her legs to tickle and touch the soft smooth space of her inner thigh. Nathalia's breath hitched and she opened her legs up for him. That same tip of the wing under her, wrapped around her leg and tugged it, forcing her outer thigh down against it. It moved in a circular motion sending chills and heat waves, alternately up and down her spine.

  Nathalia made a small protective move with her free leg when she saw the heat in Eiran's eyes. He easily pushed her l
egs open further, clamping them apart against the ground. He knelt between her feet.

  “Touch yourself. I want to see.”

  Nathalia had never been shy, but she felt a little resistant to this order. She wanted him to take her hard and fast like an animal. They were outside on the ground after all. A low deep growl emanated from Eiran. It was similar to the growls of warning he had given, but slightly different. It made Nathalia's nipples harden and her womb clench to hear it.

  “I will give you exactly what you want, and then we can get to work, but first you have to give me what I want. I want to see you touch yourself.”

  Nathalia's eyes went to half mast at his words. She caressed her already aroused breasts, stroking her areolas, pulling and teasing her nipples more and more erect. Then she slid both hands down slowly over her ribcage and tight tan stomach. Over her thin inner thighs, she moved agonizingly slow toward her blossom.

  Another groan escaped Eiran when she finally touched herself. With one hand she slipped up and down her folds, exploring each area as if it was brand new. Indeed that was what it felt like. Her body and mind were so changed that she had to figure out what she liked all over again. Funny, Eiran had known exactly what she liked from the very beginning.

  Nathalia used that exploring hand to part her labia and expose her tight newly deflowered opening. The movement also effectively pulled back the hood of her clit, leaving that nodule throbbing in the warm air. She began to rub it with her forefinger. She slipped her ring finger of the other hand inside herself, pushing in and out, stroking the front inside of her vagina as Eiran had done.

  “Is that where you want me to put my phallus?”

  She strained and pushed further inside herself. No, I can't reach as deep as I want your cock to go. Her breath started to come in gasps as she approached an orgasm. It had never been this fast before her conversion, at least not manually. Toys could do wonderful things.

  “Toys?” Eiran's question came out gravelly.

  Nathalia sent him images of her pleasuring herself with some of her favorite vibrators. She never penetrated herself with them, focusing their pleasure giving abilities on providing her clitoral orgasms. She hadn't realized her eyes were closed, when she heard a slight buzzing noise and they popped open. She stopped masturbating.

  You can make it vibrate?!

  He eased his now buzzing member down to press on her exactly as she had done with the toys in her memories. “I can make it sing, if that would bring you pleasure. There is no limit to what I can do to delight you, my love.”

  Bringing herself so close to orgasm manually but stopping had just primed her for a more massive one now. Eiran moved his hips, rubbing his humming dick up and down over her sensitive nerve bundle. She felt heavy, like she had G-force pressing her back against the ground. She wanted to buck, to move her hips and force him to slip inside her, but the pending climax glued her down.

  There was a great force building inside her but she was determined not to send her feelings out to every woman here on the compound. She focused on building her own dam for the tingling current that coursed through her body looking for a conduit. Finding none, it built off of itself, charging up her whole body. The electricity of her orgasm started on his lightening rod and exploded through her body.

  Nathalia ceased to have any thought except, Fuck me, Eiran, though it came out in waves and all jumbled.

  Eiran got the order none the less. He flipped her over as if she weighed nothing at all and set her up on all fours. If she wanted to be fucked like an animal, he would oblige. Her arms and legs were little more than limp, but he held her there easily with an arm around her waist. He leaned over her back and took her shoulder in his teeth.

  He bit soft enough not to draw blood but hard enough that she knew she should be still. He growled deeper than she had heard before and it sent a throbbing need deep in her cunt. Nathalia's brain was still hazy but she knew better than challenge the beast when it sounded like that.

  He pulled back his hips and plunged his cock root deep into her aching vagina. He pulled almost all the way out and then surged forward again and again. It was so hard and rough that Nathalia knew if she wasn't as wet as she was, it would have hurt. She was sure the slapping sounds of his body hitting her ass would be heard by someone, but she didn't care. All she cared about was that he didn't stop.

  When she told him that, Eiran said nothing but increased both his speed and depth. The head of him was now touching a part of her so deep and raw that she would have cried out if she had a voice. As he pounded her A-spot at the innermost point of her vagina just above her cervix, she felt such a violent orgasmic contraction that she almost begged him to stop. They continued and her whole body tightened with each compression. Nathalia felt a rush of liquid and would have collapsed, but Eiran lifted her up and leaning back on his feet, pressed her down hard on his lap.

  Spearing her and holding her still, Eiran let her feel the full force of his orgasm. The pressure of his hot seed against her newly found A-spot almost made her come again. It, apparently, did not suffer from post-orgasmic over-sensitivity.

  Nathalia's senses were so heightened now that she was aware of all kinds of things. She could hear the grass growing and smell the nearby highway. She could taste the oxygen rich moist air of South Texas. She could feel, not only the human minds with a sprinkling of guardians around her, but also the owls asleep in the trees above them, the squirrels running around searching for nuts, and even the worms feasting on the rich earth beneath her feet. She could pinpoint each of her friends living out their lives just yards away.

  Maeve. Nathalia could feel her in what used to be Nathalia's office worrying. Her guardian, Harith Samsiel, was with her. There was someone else there too. A tiny, but complex mind so close to Maeve. The One. As soon as Nathalia touched that mind, she knew the ancient prophesy was right. That girl was more like a guardian's mind than a human's even at this early stage. It wasn't quite right, but Nathalia could feel the ancient power that she and every Nephilim used, coursing through the baby.

  “He who is for the One's special ability is the transfer of power. He can share his power with anyone, enhancing their own or giving abilities. That is why he belongs to the One.”

  Eiran stood, lifting Nathalia up as he went. He steadied her for a few seconds until a young girl, maybe a new initiate since Nathalia didn't recognize her, came into view. She looked around, but not seeing anything, left a bundle on a nearby rock.

  When Nathalia was steady, Eiran went and brought back the dark bundle. He hung one on the tip of his wing and shook the other one out and held it up for Nathalia. The girl had been compelled to bring them two guardian's robes. Nathalia turned her back so that Eiran could slip the long black cape on her shoulders. He reached around to fasten the clasp at her neck, grazing the birthmark again. It sent an immediate rush of power to her head, like it was prepping her for an elaborate spell.

  When she turned back to Eiran, he had tucked his massive but flexible wings down and behind him and donned the same robe. He reached out and cupped her face with both hands. He leaned in for a tender kiss on her lips and when he pulled back, brought her hood up to cover her head.

  “It is better if you are not seen. There are many Nephilim here searching for their mates.” They had both seen how little resistance Eitan, and even Eilam, had to her. The former was ruled by nothing and he took what he wanted, but even the latter had difficulty not taking her.

  Yes, Nathalia could clearly see how a little secrecy would serve her. She might be the warrior, but she was without the weapon. Even with it she would be no match for a squad of highly experienced Akhkharu hunters.

  “You lead the way. I will follow closely, protecting the rear and cloaking our details.”

  There's one more thing...I'm nervous about seeing Maeve. I've been having a lot of thoughts about hurting her...and biting her...and doing other bad things to her.

  “Maeve is the Holy Mother of the
One? It is only natural that you should feel the hunger for her. Her baby holds the same pull for our beast as you do. You have nothing to fear. I will hold both portions of the monster within myself while we are here so that you do not feel the hunger toward your friend and her unborn.”

  As soon as he said it, Nathalia felt the ease of burden lift from her. She should have known he could alleviate her suffering and told him sooner. She felt so much better that she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. This brought their bodies back in close contact and the heat instantly rose between them. She whispered a thank you into his mind and laid a kiss on his cheek.

  Nathalia headed confidently toward the main building, having located Maeve in the Abbess quarters. Eiran would, no doubt, be a little uncomfortable in the room where Nathalia had lived and died, but it was where the Abbess did business. Maeve was now the Abbess. It was what Nathalia had always wanted, for Maeve to be her successor.

  She went around the major courtyard where so many children were playing and Nephilim were protectively watching. She would have to speak to her brethren soon enough. Right now she had to see Maeve and then Alisha. Nathalia entered the sanctuary from a side door.

  She stopped for a minute, admiring the beauty of the familiar space with her new found senses. The skeleton of the main building for the Daughters of Women was an old Catholic church and monastery. All the walls and floors were original stone here in the sanctuary and in the adjoining rooms. Nathalia could see the cracks and chips with more detail than before. The place smelled of dry earth and human traffic, first all men and now mostly women.

  The ceiling had long ago caved in, but the Sisterhood had taken advantage of that. They had installed a modern clear plexi-glass roof. There was no electricity in this room. It was lit by only celestial luminescence. The sun in the day, like now, and the moon and stars at night. It was beautiful and reassuring in it's familiarity. The thing that Nathalia was unprepared for were the stone female forms edging the room.