The Sun Gods Woman

by Sahara Kelly

  “And over here, Annilin, is where you will dedicate yourself.” Enshilla crossed the chamber to draw back a sheer curtain.

  It was a niche, about ten feet high, and it contained the life-sized statue of a man. A very handsome man. His hair was tumbling in curls to his shoulders, his body had been sculpted with care and loving attention, and he too possessed eyes that sparkled. Green and black gems highlighted his irises and sent a shiver down Annie’s spine.

  He also possessed the most magnificent erect cock she’d seen in quite some time. If ever.

  Each ridge, vein and muscle had been carefully detailed and smoothed, until the finished version would have been enough to make strong women weep.

  Annie wasn’t that strong. Her clit stirred and she felt herself getting wet. Sheesh, he was a marvel.

  “Ahem.” She cleared her throat. “How does the ceremony work?”

  “Oh it’s quite simple.” Enshilla waved her hand at the statue.

  “You simply stand here…” she indicated a platform about two feet off the floor, “…and lower yourself onto his cock. When the service begins and our people are ready, you fuck him, you reach your pleasure, and you’re dedicated into the service of the Moon Goddess. Ceremony over.”

  Sheesh!

  All she had to do was masturbate herself to orgasm on a life size statue in front of witnesses.

  Sure. Piece of cake. She did stuff like that every weekend. Not!

  She opened her mouth, not sure if her voice was still working. “So…how many people come to this ceremony?” Ack. Did she really want to know?

  “Well usually only twenty or so, relatives of the new priestesses, and so on. But word of your arrival has spread, so we might have as many as a hundred tomorrow. Won’t that be lovely?” Enshilla glowed with excitement.

  Annie cowered with horror.

  “Lovely?” she squeaked. “I don’t think so. I’m a rather private person, Enshilla. This is going to be hard for me, not to mention the virginity thing…”

  Enshilla snorted and waved her hand.

  “The curtain is left down, to allow a little privacy, Annilin.”

  Oh that was very helpful. A curtain that one good sneeze could rip to shreds. That was certainly going to reassure her as she boinked herself to ecstasy on a piece of granite.

  “And as for the virginity? Don’t worry. A small piece of leaf soaked in lamb’s blood will be inserted before the ceremony. No one will be able to tell that it’s not your virgin’s blood.”

  Annie squirmed.

  “And what else will be happening while I’m getting…stoned?” asked Annie ironically.

  “Your audience will be joining you in your pleasure, Annilin.”

  “Oh really?” Just how many granite cocks were there around here?

  “It is felt that a mutual experience of rapture will rise to the very heart of the Moon Goddess herself. All of us will be bringing ourselves pleasure along with you.”

  Splendid. A room full of people jerking off. This got more like college every day.

  Enshilla moved to a small container near the wall. She struck a flint and after several tries, a small plume of smoke rose from the contents.

  “This is our special incense.” She smiled to Annie. “Our Moon Goddess appreciates the fragrances of the night, so it is time to begin filling her chamber with her favorite perfume.”

  She repeated the procedure around the room until there were wispy wreaths of smoke rising to the ceiling.

  Annie breathed in the delicate scent, feeling a little dizzy as she did so.

  “Annilin, it is customary for Priestesses to meditate before the ceremony. Because you have come to us from the Goddess herself, I would suggest you begin your mediation now. There is a special place here…”

  Enshilla led Annie to the base of the Goddess statue. She pressed a spot and two large panels swung open, exposing a recessed doorway. Annie followed her and found herself in a small round room at the very rear of the statue.

  For all intents and purposes she was in the Goddess’ butt. There were small windows high up on the walls allowing a little light to filter through, and Enshilla lit another brazier full of incense.

  A long bench lay against one wall, covered now with soft pillows.

  “Rest now, Annilin. Let the Goddess fill your thoughts and your mind. Release your concerns and put yourself in her hands.”

  Enshilla urged her down onto the pillows, releasing her skirt and making her comfortable.

  “The Goddess is very wise, Annilin. Trust in her.”

  With these words, Enshilla quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

  Annie tried to relax, stretching her arms above her head on the pillows and gazing up at the blue sky outside.

  The incense grew stronger, and her breathing grew slower.

  She slept.

  * * * * *

  A portion of the wall in the Temple of the Moon Goddess swung silently open and a man stepped through.

  Untold generations ago some sly architect had created this secret access, and now it was known only to a select few. He was one of the lucky ones.

  The scent of the incense was strong, and he knew what it was doing to her. He remembered his own reaction to his first time meditating with it, and grinned.

  She was splayed out on the pillows, her white body gleaming in the low light of the little sanctuary.

  He neared her, and breathed in her scent as well as the fragrance of the incense.

  His eyes followed the lines of her flesh. Her hair lay tumbled on the dark silk, tossed casually across the fabric like splashes of moonlight. Her underarms were naked and shaded, and her neck open to his view.

  Her breasts lay soft, nipples relaxed, rising and falling with her steady breath. His eyes moved on.

  Her belly was gently rounded, and her hips quite distinct. No skinny little boy figure here, she was all woman. A drop of perspiration glittered beneath her navel and rolled down into her woman’s curls.

  White and silver and gold sparkled beneath his gaze, and he reached out to gently shuffle a fingertip through the soft mass.

  She moaned, and his cock jumped.

  He knelt beside her, and stroked delicately down the inside of one thigh, testing her reactions.

  Her legs fell open and she moaned again, a soft sound of delight.

  His cock jumped even higher.

  Bending his head, he took a nipple into his mouth, gently working it with his tongue until it began to awaken and rise to a point.

  She moved beneath him.

  He raised his head and looked at her, to find her staring at him through deep violet eyes. Her pupils were dilating, and her lips smiled. He knew from experience that this would seem just a dream to her. He would have liked nothing better than to take her there and then, but knew he dare not. He was bound by the rules of Sumer. His time with her would come.

  Until that moment, he would enjoy her as best he could.

  He bent once again to her breasts, using his hand to tease and fondle the other one while he fed from the sweetness of the first.

  Her hips began to writhe and lift as he aroused her even more.

  Shifting his position, he slid a hand down to her mound and searched for her clit within her moist folds.

  A sudden flinch coupled with a groan told him he’d found it.

  Gently he began teasing and flicking it, learning her likes from her sighs and movements. She loved to be circled and pressed, but not flicked directly. He loved to do all of that, and more.

  He released her nipple and ran his tongue down over her navel. Her hands slid up to replace his mouth, tweaking and pulling her own flesh into hard nubs.

  Further down he went, seeking her hidden treasures. He eased her legs farther apart and finally settled himself where he wanted to be…snuggled between her thighs.

  He took his cock in one hand and used the other to spread her swollen lips apart and make way for his questing tongue.

>   Gently he teased her, sucking, licking, tugging and releasing, and lapping her flowing juices.

  Her movements grew jerky as he invaded her flesh more intently. His own hand was now stroking his cock with purpose, the sounds and smells of her as arousing as anything he could ever remember.

  Her moans came faster as his tongue thrust into her cunt and his thumb pressed down on her swollen clit.

  He knew he was seconds away, and in an effort to share his pleasure, he rammed his whole face into her mound, making sure his tongue was as deeply inside her as he could get.

  He came, savagely, and with a shout that echoed through her body and vibrated her clit.

  She cried out and clamped her legs tight to his shoulders.

  He rode her orgasm to its end, gently bathing her with soft strokes of his tongue and letting her aroused tissues relax.

  His cock had shrunk, leaving its essence on the pillow beneath him. He felt wonderful. She’d make one hell of a Priestess.

  She’d make one hell of a bedmate.

  She’d make one hell of a sacrifice.

  He rose, only to see her looking at him. The light of the brazier reflected from his face.

  “You,” she breathed. “Green eyed…magic…”

  Even as she whispered the words, she slept.

  Chapter 4

  The High Priest sat at his customary table in the depths of the Sun God’s ziggurat. The room was windowless, but a breeze stirred his long hair as it passed through the corridors. Cleverly designed and executed, the passages acted as small air conditioners, making sure that every chamber within the ziggurat was vented and cooled as much as possible.

  Usually, the High Priest would be busily consulting his scraps of papyrus or the symbols he’d noted on a nearby smooth piece of slate.

  But today, his charcoal writing instrument lay untouched, his work untended, and his thoughts many miles away from the business that should be keeping him occupied.

  His green eyes were unfocused as he stared at the flickering light of the lamp near his table.

  She was on his mind.

  She was in his senses, he could smell her on himself, and still feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.

  And there was no doubt about it. She had recognized him.

  Of all the cursed luck…

  Dr. Kyle Pendrake, the High Priest of the Sun God, leaned back and looked around his Priest’s chamber.

  Would she give him away? There were those who were only too ready to take over his position, if they could find good cause. Even now, murmurings were reaching his ears, murmurings of dissatisfaction because the town was having financial difficulties.

  The young people were leaving in droves, lured by the news of excitement and opportunity to the south in the big city of Ur. Kushuk was small and getting smaller, and the people were looking to their gods and their Priests, to solve the problem.

  He knew very well that a sacrifice wouldn’t plug the leak that was claiming their youth, and he certainly didn’t want to have to put an end to that remarkable young woman’s existence with a sharp ceremonial dagger.

  But factions within the Temple were starting to simmer. He had a big problem, and he hoped it wouldn’t need blood to solve it.

  Especially not her blood.

  Sacrificing her would, of course, kill two birds with one stone. He grimaced at his own pun. She would be a very impressive offering to the gods, and she would be unable to reveal his secret if she was dead. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her if she was dead, either.

  There was that.

  He chuckled silently at the absurd direction his thoughts had taken. He could no more kill her than he could cut his own heart out.

  His cock stirred at the mere thought of her body beneath him. He remembered her from that night at the Symposium, and raised an eyebrow at the irony of fate.

  The one woman in that room who looked like she might have been interesting, and here she was, thrust back four thousand years in the past, practically into his bed.

  Talk about coincidences. Once again, Kyle wondered about Merlin. Was it a coincidence that Annilin, or whatever her name was, had arrived here? Or could there be more at work than simple digital wizardry?

  At this point, Kyle could only shrug. He’d have given his eyeteeth for a small PAD device, let alone a mainframe system and the power to run it. But he’d had to accept the fact that there was little or no chance of ever returning to his own time.

  Could he help her see that too?

  Would she understand that they would have to make the best of it here in Sumer? And what would her response be when she found out exactly what it meant to be a High Priestess of the Moon Goddess?

  How was she going to react to the news that she was going to have to be his very attentive, very public sex slave for a whole month?

  His lips curved in a wicked grin.

  She’d probably be pissed as all get out.

  He was rather looking forward to it.

  * * * * *

  “I have to put that where?”

  A loud and exasperated sigh came from Enshilla, Priestess of the Moon Goddess. Attempting to get her new High Priestess prepared for the dedication festival was proving to be rather a challenge to her normally patient character.

  “Annilin. You are to dedicate yourself to the Moon Goddess today. You know this. You will pleasure yourself with the statue of the Sun God. You know this also. His cock is smooth and pleasant, and everyone here has gone through the same experience. We have already discussed this.”

  Enshilla noted the stubborn frown on Annilin’s face.

  “You will be required to offer your virginity. Ceremonially of course. To do this, we must insert this small packet within your body. I would like to do that now. Within a few hours, the warmth of your flesh will liquefy the contents, dissolve the leaf, and you will be offering the God a virgin cunt.”

  Annilin blinked at Enshilla’s blunt language.

  “None of this will happen if you sit there with your legs clamped together tighter than clam shells. Now open wide and lean back. Now.”

  The sharp tone in Enshilla’s normally tranquil voice finally made an impression on Annie’s frozen brain. She did as she had been ordered, spreading her thighs obligingly.

  She couldn’t help thinking that it was better than her last OB/GYN exam, but not by much.

  Making to sit up, she was stayed by Enshilla’s hand.

  “One more thing, Annilin. Your hair.”

  “What about it? It probably needs a wash, but don’t ask me to get rid of the frizzies. Unless you guys have some kind of conditioner that doesn’t involve camel dung, it’s staying like it is.”

  Enshilla chuckled.

  “Not that hair, Annilin. This hair…” She stroked Annie’s mound gently.

  Annie gulped. “What about it?”

  “It is quite lovely, so we have decided not to remove it as we would an ordinary priestess.”

  Annie heaved a sigh of relief, never having paid much attention to her pubic hair other than to make sure it didn’t peek out around her bathing suit.

  “However…” Enshilla produced a delicate looking blade from her belt.

  “Enshilla?” said Annie, nervously trying to back her way up a vertical marble wall.

  “To demonstrate your special dedication to our Goddess and the fact that she sent you to us, we thought this might be an appropriate gesture…”

  With one quick swipe, Enshilla cleared Annie’s hair from her lower mound, leaving her feeling strangely cool.

  Another swipe and she was the proud possessor of an almost perfect crescent moon, shaped from her pubic hair. The two arms of the crescent pointed down to her now-exposed folds, and the top curved neatly below her belly.

  It was cute, it was different, and Annie couldn’t quite decide if she liked it or not.

  Within moments, Enshilla had tidied up her artistic creation, and was rubbing some soothing lotion on the
freshly exposed skin.

  “You must keep this shaved, Annilin. Eventually we will use our special hair remover there, but for now, this will suffice.”

  Annie knew that their depilatories contained honey, but she had a sneaking feeling that there were other things in it that she wouldn’t particularly want to know about. Shaving was just fine with her.

  Her personal toilette completed, Annie was allowed to dress. Actually that phrase was probably a misconception, thought Annie to herself, as she slid into what would have passed as a very nice gauze bandage back in her own time.

  Scarcely a foot wide and about as transparent as a fly’s wing, her ”skirt” wrapped around her hips, hiding nothing. The crescent moon shone between Annie’s thighs. She sighed.

  Her jewelry for this occasion was pretty spectacular, however. A heavy collar was slipped around her neck, and long beads of ebony and moonstone lay smoothly against her chest. A fringe of thousands of tiny faceted gold beads fell like a waterfall from the edge of the collar over her breasts, tickling and teasing her nipples with their undulating shimmy.

  Her hair was carefully parted in the center and allowed to fall naturally behind her shoulders, framing the beauty of her necklace.

  She was clad in the colors of her Goddess, whites and blacks for the glow of the moon and the darkness of the night. Her violet eyes sparkled and she could barely recognize herself as she looked into the hammered metal shield that passed as a mirror.

  “Oh my,” she murmured. “I don’t look like me at all.”

  “On the contrary, Annilin. You look just like a High Priestess should look. Beautiful, sexual, ready to be taken by the Sun God.”

  “This is a very sensual place, you know, Enshilla,” said Annilin quietly, still staring at her reflection.

  “But of course. The act of love is the act of creation. Without it we would not exist. Fucking, as our High Priest refers to it, is a celebration of all that we have been given by the gods. We appreciate their gifts and thank them regularly.”

  Enshilla smiled wickedly.

  “Is there no particular man that stokes your flames?” asked Annie, curious about her new-found friend.