Flexing supple hips he pushed the head into her slit. A little. Enough to make her want It, then pulled out. Manipulating his phallus like a big thick slick finger, he slid it up and down her yoni, caressing her erotic pearl, then pushed it down, slightly into the mouth of her desire.
Ahh-hh…Uttering a soft moan Toxaris lashed her long legs around his waist, pulling him close.
Taking his time Brata rubbed and pushed his phallus into and along her lush inner lips, caressing her pearl with the fat crown, pushing the mushroom head slightly into her yoni, then pulling out.
Ah-hh, ohh…It’s so good…” Toxaris’ sultry moans betrayed her intense need for him. Only him.
Brata used his cock as a large soft finger, perfectly shaped to stroke her cleft from pearl to anus. To make her crave him…more than she had ever desired any man…
Hmmh… She sighed. “Maybe we should not do this…You will make me crave you all the more. I will never get enough…” She tried to pull away.
Brata smiled and held her loins tight to him. This was exactly the response he wanted. He knew she did not want to stop.
He ground against her, pushing his engorged phallus in deeper, holding her buttocks close as he rolled his hips, brushing her pearl with his lower belly before withdrawing again.
“Ahh… Ohh please…Brata…” Her voice a silky caress, she moaned writhing against him.
He rocked his hips, pushing his fierce arousal into her velvety hot sheath a little more. He rolled his loins to brush her pearl as he undulated against her, pushing deep.
Eyes of earth brown smiling into heavy lidded golden-green.
She pressed her breasts up to him, offering them. He took the large succulent nipples in his mouth, sucking, nipping.
Arching back, Toxaris moaned as he slowly pushed his thick stiff cock completely into her slick sheath. Pulling her butt cheeks apart he ground his loins against her mound, thrusting deep.
Rhythmically thrusting his thick tongue into her mouth, he lay back, letting their combined weight sink below the silver surface, bodies interlocked.
Breathing seemed unimportant now.
Rising effortlessly to the surface, they inhaled as One. Then submerged again, encased in each other. Rolling. Humping. Twisting like mating pythons in the clear stream.
Oblivious. With all the time in the world.
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Horse Lords Book 3 Excerpt: Wine God’s Sorcery - Chapter 1
`Lying Diviners’ the Skythians call them
Are burnt.
When the king puts one of them
To death
He takes care not to let any
Of the sons survive.
All the male offspring are slain
Along with the father
Only the females are allowed to live –
Herodotus, The Histories c. 450 BC
Light sensual fingers streamed up Sava’s thighs, caressing his manhood, pulsating his genitals, rubbing, tugging, tickling…. Skilled, knowing fingers stimulating his phallus, making it thicken and throb.
He writhed, his body instinctively swelling, undulating, loving the pleasure. He sensed a presence, an entity hovering over him.
Sorsha?… He managed a hoarse whisper through his dream state.
No answer. He tried to open his eyes, to see who it was. But he could not. All was submerged in a dark red mist.
A body, heavy as a great stone fell on his breast. He struggled to breathe, to move, even a little. He could not lift a single finger. Every muscle frozen.
Extreme anxiety attacked. His heart stopped, then catapaulted into a mad gallop. This frozen immobility was excruciating. I must move or die.
An unearthly voice whispered erotic obscenities in his ear. Sensual fingers grasped his manhood, rubbing, tugging.
His traitorous body responded to the intense stimulation with blind ecstatic spasms of shuddering lust. Sava gasped as hot semen spurted.
Suddenly a leering Medusa with sharp protruding canine teeth and hair of writhing snakes flew in his face. A long purplish-red tongue thrust out as if to spear his mouth. Then it was gone.
Sava woke that morning on the way to Agathyrsia feeling empty, tired and depressed. A hollow ringing filled his ears. He groaned and stretched. His mouth dry as dust.
He rose and walked away behind some bushes to relieve himself. The stream of urine was hot, darker than normal and lasted long.
The nomad walked to the stream bank and knelt to scoop up water and refresh himself. But when he rose, extreme dizziness struck. He staggered and nearly fell. His good friend Brata and his highly sensitive Vukari companions gathered round, aware he was under duress.
“Why do you look at me like that?” Embarrassed at showing such weakness Sava met their searching gazes. And told them nothing.
A feeling of peace and contentment wove itself around the campfire that night after the long day’s ride. Sava took out his duduk pipe and played an old Skythian song with such feeling that his friends began clapping and calling out - Ai da! Ai da!
Supple black-haired giants, the Vukari rose to dance. After a long day in the saddle, to stretch and flex shoulders, hips and spine to music was divinely rejuvenating.
The waxing moon rose over the trees, shining down like a great cool, silver eye. Sava was reminded of stories about the Neuri, also known as Vukari, `Wolf People’. He put down the duduk and turned to Vuk.
“Is it true your people change into wolves at the autumn moon?”
As he spoke the words the clapping and dancing abruptly stopped. The atmosphere around the campfire changed. His understanding of reality seemed to hang by invisible threads in a precarious, suspended state.
The Vukari were mentally linked. Sava knew that when he spoke to one he spoke to them all. Now they stared at him, golden-green eyes glowing with that unique awareness of the apex predator. And no one said a word.
Vuk stared intently into the darkness. “If I tell you, You will not believe.”
“You would be surprised at what I might believe.”
And then an imperceptible change began. Staring at Vuk in the shadowy firelight, he could almost see the shaman’s features mutating. Strange golden-green wolf-like eyes gleaming with cold, alert predator focus.
How suggestible these Vukari are. Just the mention of the animal and Vuk saw himself as a wolf. The man’s wolf self-image was so vivid, so strong; it created the same perception in Sava’s own mind.
An eerie howl split the quiet night. Then another howl ululated across the dark sky. The howls sounded eerily like a human imitating a wolf. Vuk rose and stretched his tall, lithe frame. And Sava saw the latent predator in the man.
Arching his back, Vuk lifted his face to the stars and released a long echoing howl. Toxaris and Borna spontaneously joined in the howl, followed by Marat and Spartak. All howling in chorus, wolf-colored eyes luminous in the firelight.
Suddenly Sava felt as if he had been dropped into a pack of strangers. He realized he was not fully cognizant of the Vukari character. Better not to press these Vukodlaki (Wolfskin). He was not entirely sure what they were capable of, nor did he want to test them in this remote place.
He glanced over at Brata for reassurance. But his Black Cloak brother was also staring into the darkness, his body tense, as if a powerful presence lurked just outside the darklight. The firelight played along Brata’s high carved cheekbones and aquiline nose.
How at ease Brata is with these people. He has adjusted well to their wild awareness.
Sava caught Toxaris’ eye and she smiled. Somehow the message in her toothy white grin was less than reassuring. This is all in my mind. These people are my friends. Are they not?
The Vukari stopped howling
and stared, all senses focused on a presence hovering just out of sight. And then Sava saw it - luminous eyes glowing in the darkness. Two wolves, one black, the other light grey, so tall and burly they could be mistaken for bears, slunk out of the shadows.
The wolves were edgy, leery of the fire, but some invisible force drew them - the Neuri howls and pack mind. The hair rose on Sava’s arms as the wolves prowled into the fire circle. Eyes slitted, lips curled above long sharp fangs bared in greeting or maybe in anger.
The wolves’ eyes first riveted on Vuk, then swept around to meet the gaze of the others. Luminous golden-green eyes connected. The wolves were communicating with the Vukari on some level.
Sava did not move a muscle. Sorcery. These Vukari walk a sword’s edge between the minds of men and wild animals.
Instinctively his hand crept to the akinake at his belt, even as he tried to shut down mentally. Don’t think too much. Not now when the Vukari pack mind is at its height.
Eyes focused on the wolves, Toxaris’ dog Silvan silently approached and lay with his head on her thigh. She laid her hand on the dog’s large head. Silvan never took his eyes off the wolves. Sava saw his puppy crouching just to his left, keeping a respectful distance from the wolves.
“Sinjin,” he whispered.
Hair on end, the puppy slunk over to him. The moment Sava put his hand on the puppy’s soft black coat, his tension lessened. Toxaris was right. These Drakon dogs are the guardians of sanity for the Vukari.
After a few endless moments the wolves dissolved into the night. The Neuri snapped back to humanity.
“What were those wolves doing here?” Sava asked Vuk.
“They are not wolves.”
“What are they?”
“Spirits of our ancestors. They warned that we are being tracked.”
“Tracked by what?”
“A dark force. Something or Someone is drawing it.” Vuk gazed at Sava with speculative eyes. “You look weak. Your vitality is down. Did something happen to you last night?”
“That’s the problem with you Neuri – I can’t keep any secrets.” Shaking his head, Sava flashed a wry smile.
The Vukari only stared at him, their luminous eyes compelling. Tell us.
Sava told them of his dream of the evil entity who sucked out his vital juices. He held nothing back.
“So it is as the wolf spirits warned - We are being tracked by a malevolent entity” Vuk said. “That was a strigoitsa, a female succubus who seduced you last night. It drained your vital essence. Something about you is drawing it.”
“Do you have powerful enemies Sava? A black mage who has the power to summon a strigoitsa to drain and finally destroy you? Does this have anything to do with your father?” Toxaris asked, reading Sava’s inner mind.
“There is some question about my true father.” Sava responded, uncomfortable with this line of questioning.
“Why is that?”
“People say I look like more like my mother’s first husband. I have his eyes. But Sarpedon died over a year before I was even born.”
“Who was your mother’s first husband?” Vuk asked.
“Sarpedon was high soothsayer to Idanthrysus, King of Royal Skythia. He had many enemies among the ennerei.
“Why?”
Sava shrugged. “Jealousy. Fear. My mother will only reveal small hints here and there. I think she fears for me as Sarpedon’s enemies still live.”
“How did this Sarpedon die?” Toxaris asked.
Sava grimaced and dropped his eyes. “Cruelly. Sarpedon was burnt for the giving of false prophecies.”
And I still feel his pain. Some even whisper that I am Sarpedon REBORN.
Glossary
The Skythians (Latin – Scythians) and Sauromatae left no written language, this book contains some Slavic and Greek words. The Pontic Greeks lived amongst and intermarried with the Skythians and Sauromatae of the Black Sea region. Most of what we know about these people today was recorded by the Greeks. But the Romans, Persians and Chinese also wrote about them. Whenever possible I have tried to remain true to the historic record and research available. But this is a turbulent field of evolving research and opinion.
Ah-Gin – god of fire sword and war - Herodotus wrote that Skythians and Sauromatae worshipped `Ares’, the Greek god of war as their primary god of sacrifice. Russian anthropologists have posited the war god was called `Ahgin’, very similar to ‘Agni’ the Vedic god of fire and sacrifice. The Shatapatha Brahmana (VI.ii.1.2-3) lists five types of sacrificial victims: man, bull, horse, ram and he-goat. The Indo-European Migration Theory posits that based on European and Indian language similarities, North India was invaded by (Skythian) `Indo Europeans’ from the Black Sea steppes region after the development of the war chariot in 1800 BC.
Akinake – short bronze or iron sword
Androphagi – tribe of cannibals
Boryesthenes River – Dneiper
Boukolos – priests of Dionysos
Drakons – giant serpents, or half men. From this word comes `dragon’
Drakon blood – RH negative blood type
Ennerei – priests
Euxine Sea – Greek Pontus Euxinus - `Sea of Harmony’. Today the Black Sea
Gorytos – quiver
Ister – Danube River
Kako Mati – Evil Eye
Kidaris – fitted body suit worn by Skythians and Sauromatae
Kontos – 12+ foot lance
Kurgan – giant funeral barrow
Lake Maeotis – Sea of Azov
Drakaina – serpent queen progenitor of Skythian peoples
Pontus – Region around the Euxine (Black) Sea.
Pythia – oracular priestess
Skythian – Scythian. Skythian is the ancient Greek pronuciatian. Scythian is the Latin spelling. For some reason Romans turned Greek hard K’s into soft and hard C sounds.
Sword in the Stone – Ah-Gin, god of fire, sword and war
Tanais River – Don River
Thrakia – Thrace
Velesh – Black Serpent of the Underworld
Voivode – war leader
Vukodlak – `Wolf Hair’ – interchangeable term for Werewolf or Vampire.
Vukodlak (Werewolf interchangeable with Vampire) is Slavic. Belief in werewolves and vampires was already entrenched by 500 BC. Herodotus records that an entire Skythian tribe, the Neuri, were renowned for their ability to change into wolves.
Vampirism or blood-drinking was not just common practice but mandatory – `A Skythian has to drink the blood of the first enemy he fells’ - Herodotus. Folklore traditions of vampires and werewolves are traditional among the Slavs who occupy much of ancient Skythia and Sauromatia today.
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