Atlantis Allure

by eXtasy's Collective Mind

  As the last of them left the temple, Altra unwound her long limbs. She gazed up at the Moon. Her body trembled. She was terribly aroused. She smiled. The Moon was telling her what to do. She must see Abojer, the priest.

  Abojer was the only priest allowed to consort with the dancers.

  Altra stood up, hefting her robes and the gauzy fabric of the dance. She strode purposefully off the altar and to the rear of the temple. She entered her private chamber and dropped the clothes. She stood there in the glow from the skylight in the center of the ceiling and looked at herself in the mirrors wondering, not for the first time, why she had been blessed with such a flawless body. How she was able to keep it so perfect was a mystery, too.

  She was supposed to remain aloof. Most of the men believed she was a maiden, never touched or violated. But even those closest to the Gods needed release sometimes. This was one of those times.

  “Talaxa.”

  “Yes, Ma’am?”

  “I wish to send a message to Abojer.”

  Talaxa giggled. “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “At his earliest convenience.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Altra looked at the young acolyte. “I need him now.”

  “Yes, Ma’am. Right away, Ma’am.” Talaxa grinned at her mistress, then scurried out of the chamber.

  Altra looked around at the walls. They were covered with mirrors, as was the ceiling and the floor. Everywhere, her voluptuous body was reflected back at her from different angles, seemingly, each more sexy than the others.

  She touched herself. Her body trembled. She crossed to her little marble vanity and picked up a small vial of liquid. She opened it. Ah, the aroma of flowers wafted out at her. She placed small droplets at strategic places around her body. She checked her face. She needed no makeup. But she reddened her lips with a substance that tasted a little like a sweet raspberry.

  She stood in the center of the chamber, waiting.

  She knew he wouldn’t be long. He was always prompt. After all, this was his whole purpose in life, to satisfy the needs of the dancers.

  She waited, standing there, naked and vulnerable. Trembling in anticipation.

  She heard him coming. His gait was unmistakable. He strode purposely through the door. He bowed at the waist and spread his hands out toward her, palms up.

  He straightened up and smiled. “You have need of me, my lady? It’s been a long time.”

  He had a deep, raspy, thoroughly masculine voice.

  “I know it has, Abojer, but I am in need tonight.”

  “Very well,” he said. He looked at her wonderful body and beautiful face. She was the most gorgeous creature he had ever known, far more beautiful than any of the other dancers. He began to disrobe.

  As beautiful as Altra was, Abojer was the complete opposite. He was the most repulsive, ugly man Altra had ever seen. His tall misshapen body was pock marked with craters from acne and some sort of pox that he had been fortunate to survive. His receding gray hair revealed skin that was two tone. He had dark pigment in his skin, but it was a pasty white in some places. He also had blotches of redness scattered here and there across his body. One leg was shorter than the other and he had a club foot on the short one which made his gait unmistakable, but he strode through the temples as if he was a God.

  He had a large pointy nose matched by a protruding chin, and his eyes peered over high prominent cheekbones that made him look like a cadaver. But that gaze would wither lesser men. He had an attitude about him that announced unmistakably that he was not to be challenged. He was in charge. He was strong, that was for sure. His muscles bulged under his firm callous skin.

  He looked at Altra as he dropped the last of his garments and his mighty cock sprang upward. He licked his lips.

  Altra stared at him. His tongue looked almost as long as that gigantic cock. That cock was special, too. Long and thick, with bulging purple veins criss-crossing its length. A large sack hung down beneath it containing his large mighty balls. His cock was covered with bumps all the way to the tip where the glans peeked out at her.

  He slid the foreskin back with his fingers. “What’s your pleasure, my lady?”

  “Oh, Abojer, it’s been so long. Come here.”

  She dropped to her knees as he approached her. His cock pointed straight out at her.

  “I must warn you, my lady, I haven’t had sex for several days. I should be very potent tonight.”

  She moaned as she reached out to caress those tender balls and her lips sought the tip of his shaft. “Mmmmm,” she murmured.

  Her tongue swirled around the tip of it. It was so thick that it was almost too big to get her lips around, but she managed. She pushed her lips forward, sucking him deep into her mouth. His hips began to move rhythmically to match her movements. Deeper and deeper, she swallowed him down her throat. He thrust into her as she reached behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into her.

  Abojer remembered now. She wasn’t like the others. She lost herself in sex. She didn’t succumb to it as often, but when she gave in to her impulses, she was more woman than even he could handle, and he sometimes took on several of the younger girls all at the same time. He thrust into her. His eyes closed. His long boney fingers pulled her head close to his body and he fucked her mouth unmercifully.

  Oh God.

  Here it comes.

  They both had the same thoughts and feelings at the same time. Faster and faster they moved.

  “Ahhh!” he yelled as he exploded into her.

  She pulled him deep down her throat and swallowed both his cock and the hot cum he was squirting into her. His massive cock swelled as it slid down her throat. Altra concentrated on breathing and not gagging. She fingered herself, rubbing her dainty, pink clitoris.

  Eventually, he finished and she sucked the last bit of cum from his cock. It began to shrink up and go limp. He looked down at her as she slurped her lips off his member and looked up at him under that glorious mass of red hair.

  He smiled. “Will that be all, my lady?”

  “Oh, Abojer, not by a long shot. I intend to keep you here until the sun rises in the east.”

  Abojer rolled his eyes skyward.

  Altra caressed his scrotum. “Do you think you’re up to it?” she asked, with an impish grin on her lips. “You’re not as young as you once were, you know.”

  “Neither are you, my lady. But experience has a lot to be said for it.” He grinned down at her from that cadaverous ugly face. “If you think you’re up to it, I damn sure can keep up with you.”

  She rose gracefully from the floor. They embraced and kissed in silence. Their tongues searched for each other.

  She led him to her sleeping pallet. She pushed him down, gently and he maneuvered his body into the middle of the large surface. They pushed the numerous pillows off onto the floor.

  She climbed up onto the bed at his head and rubbed her pussy against his head. Slowly, she moved forward until her whole crotch covered his face. He went to work. He was very skilled. His chin rubbed her clit, his nose entered her ass, and that tongue, that was almost as impressive as his cock, slipped up into her vagina.

  “Oh God…,” she moaned softly. Her hips began to move rhythmically as he pleasured her. He licked everything, and that ugly face was just made for this kind of lovemaking. She shuddered as her body began to twitch. Slowly, slowly, she approached her first real orgasm in a long time. Her body began to perspire in the cool evening air.

  “Oh!” Her body shuddered in ecstasy as a massive orgasm radiated out from her clitoris. “Ohhhhh….” Another one. She looked down at his body. That massive cock with the bumps and veins covering it was standing straight up. God it was big. The glans was peeking out from under the foreskin. It was a deep purple color.

  She moved back, giving Abojer a chance to breathe, then she leaned over, dangling her lovely full breasts just above his face. He flicked out that long tongue to tickle her left nipple. It was hard and read
y for his attention. She leaned over farther so he could reach her and suck those soft pink pillows into his hungry mouth. He swirled his tongue around each nipple, licking and sucking on first one, then the other. Altra felt another orgasm approaching.

  Somehow, Abojer knew, too. He reached his hand up between her thighs to find that most sensitive of organs. As he touched it, her whole body shuddered once again and her breasts jiggled above his face.

  Altra raised her head to look down at the rest of his body, specifically to see how his cock was doing. It was waving at her as they squirmed against each other. She crawled down to take it, once again, in her mouth. But this time, she planted her pussy directly on Abojer’s mouth, too. Ah, what a talented man.

  Her ass bounced up and down as he sucked her nether lips into his mouth, swirling his tongue over and around her clitoris. She was shuddering continuously now. Her hips writhing as they ground against his face. She almost forgot that she had that marvelous cock in her mouth until he thrust it upward into her throat.

  It was time to get him inside of her. She crawled down further and poised her dripping pussy over his massive, thick, tall, bumpy, vein enveloped, purple cock and suddenly, dropped herself onto it, impaling herself. It was so big, it hurt on that first thrust, but it felt so good at the same time that she pulled up and did it again. They got into a coordinated rhythm. Since he had just cum, he was able to keep going for what seemed an eternity.

  He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and helped guide her up and down as he thrust up into her. Those bumps rubbed against the sides of her cave and even brushed her clitoris. At one point, she had to slam down on him and stop for a moment with him all the way up inside her. She didn’t remember him being this big before, but she was thankful for it. They continued to fuck gloriously for what seemed forever, until she felt him swell inside her and noticed his thrusts speeding up. Faster and faster and more violently he pounded up into her.

  She reached down to caress his balls. They tensed up as his body prepared to deliver a glorious climax inside of her. She couldn’t help it as a little scream escaped her throat when he ripped into her over and over again. Then the dam burst and that mighty organ of pleasure began to pump a steady stream of semen up into her deepest recesses.

  “Oh my God!” she shouted. She raised her arms skyward. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

  Her body twitched and bucked against his as he continued to thrust upwards. But all good things must end eventually. She finally sat down on him as he also relaxed. They were both breathing heavily and sweating profusely. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. He looked up at her. A little drop of perspiration dripped off the end of her nose. They smiled at each other. He began to shrivel up inside of her and his great instrument started to go limp.

  She finally pulled off, dripping cum all over him. She turned and smiled down at him, lowering herself to embrace and kiss him. “That was good,” she whispered.

  “Altra, you’re so much better than the younger girls. You’re worth the wait.”

  They lay on the bed, side by side, as their breathing returned to normal.

  “Why do you wait so long to call on me?”

  Altra thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure. Depriving myself seems to make it more exquisite when we do get together. I don’t want to wear you out, either.”

  “Some of the younger girls try. They’re after me all the time. But the hierarchy has its limits, you know. One girl cannot have me service her every night.”

  “Yes, I know. That’s another reason, I suppose. The youngsters have those raging hormones, don’t they? You have to take care of them. I’m just a mature old lady. I’ll probably be entering menopause soon.”

  “My lady, you are still the most beautiful dancer here. Probably anywhere. They all wish to emulate you, but none of them even comes close. You’re performances are always standing room only, while most of the others barely fill the temple. And it’s not only your beauty, you know. Your skill in the dance is legendary as well.”

  “Thank you, Abojer.” She knew he was right. She had worked hard to perfect her dance skills and practiced before her mirrors constantly.

  They slept for a time.

  They made love several more times before the Moon set.

  As Luna began to slide below the Atlas Mountains in Western Atlantis, she crouched on her hands and knees. He slid that massive pole into her from behind. Her voluptuous breasts swayed beneath her torso as they made slow, gentle love. She was sore from all that intercourse, but it was worth it. Her body was relaxed in ways that were usually impossible.

  How he was able to perform like that was a mystery to her. He would be on call again soon and the young girls would be all over him. She was sure he would be able to continue somehow.

  They finished with one last muted orgasm and a squirt of semen into her inner recesses. She invited him to join her in her bath and he accepted.

  Then he was gone.

  She reclined in the middle of her tousled bedclothes. Her attendants knew enough to leave her alone. She slept all day and rose with the Moon.

  THE MOON PRIESTESS

  Laura Tolomei

  Fire from the sky burned the silent city. The earth shook uncontrollably, unable to stop. Sea waves rose to impressive heights, pouring masses of water on the helpless population. Grayness covered sunlight, spreading a filthy mist over the sky. Nature was being violated in a terrifying way, yet she was powerless to stop the destruction.

  People ran everywhere screaming for mercy, but there was none. The tall buildings crumbled to pieces, like toys crushed by an adult’s careless hand. Stones fell down, forever burying terrified people. Like in a dream, he watched her struggle to safety. But she did not run far. She turned to check if he was following. That was her undoing. Something fell on top of her, weighing down and cutting off all air. She tried screaming, but no words came out. No one would hear anyway, too busy trying to save their own skin. She was going to die, she realized suddenly, without having accomplished half the things she wanted. Life is really unfair, she thought with a last flicker of awareness. She struggled some more, then went still.

  As if following her example, the rest of the world also slowed down, until nothing moved any more. Everything stood still, in silent anticipation of the final act. And it did not have to wait too long. Cold winds swept the plains, while temperatures quickly dropped below acceptable levels. The world froze, forever silent under the heavy ice whiteness, all signs of life and civilization eternally buried underneath.

  * * * *

  She screamed again and again, waking up from the dream. Though she had taken action to change the future portrayed in the dream, it still haunted her as if warning of something else. With a sigh, she got up and went to the temple’s open space. Slender white columns enclosed the sacred area where ceremonies were held. She peered through the columns, her gaze sweeping over the fields in the distance, bathed with the moon’s pale glow.

  A little bit further, she caught the sea’s glittering reflections, its slow waves adding to the illusion. The warm night seemed peaceful under the soft light and she was almost tempted to drown in the darkness, leaving the world behind. But she knew better. With a sigh, she turned around and faced the Temple’s other side.

  Atlantis rose beneath her, impressive in its stony beauty made softer by the moon’s glow. Tall buildings dominated the city, imposing structures of fine sandstone, which reflected a warm brownish color. From the temple, she saw some parts of the city lit by torches that, mingling with the moon’s glow, created odd flickering games of lights and shadows.

  She loved Atlantis, born and raised on its green plains, trained inside its tall buildings that dotted the countryside. With one sweep of her gaze, she embraced it all. Atlantis was built in a great valley surrounded by hills, which gave the impression that she wore an impressive crown. All the temples were outside the city on the hilltops, as if, being physically higher, the gods co
uld protect the city better.

  The Moon and Sun temples, Atlantis’s main worship, faced each other on opposite hills. One was built in white washed stone, the other a bright yellow that made the sunrays dance. Otherwise, they were almost identical twins. The temples had stood there for generations, she had been told countless times, to protect the city from harm. Her family had lived here for generations and, now that she was the only one left, she could think of no other place in which to live. And yet…

  “Keylar, honey,” a male voice called.

  She turned around and again the moon confounded her. His beautiful face looked at her with concern.

  “Keylar,” he repeated. “It’s late.”

  “I know, but I couldn’t sleep.”

  “The nightmare again?”

  She nodded.

  He stretched out his arms. “Come here, honey,” he said softly.

  She shook her head. That was the last thing she wanted, to drown into his sensual magic…especially after what had happened.

  “Honey,” he took a step forward. “Please come here.”

  “No, Vyler, you don’t want me.”

  “That’s not true, Keylar” he protested, black eyes blazing even in the darkness “I never said—”

  “You don’t need to say anything. I saw how you looked at him and it’s probably only a matter of time before—”

  “What you fear most has already happened.”

  He took another step forward and stood in front of her, so close she could smell his breath.

  “But I still want you.”

  Standing on the temple’s inner fold, high above Atlantis yet surrounded by its magical glow, they had the illusion of being suspended in time and space. Then again, the Moon Temple had always been magical by its own right, protecting the city from harm. Innumerable generations had come up the hill and climbed the thousand steps to offer gifts to the Moon, to ask for forgiveness or simply for a brighter future. The Moon Goddess listened to all, blessing very few. Yet people kept streaming in, regardless of the result.