The Sun Gods Woman

by Sahara Kelly

  Silently he moved away from her, reaching for his own goblet, which he drained with a single swallow. So much for Lord Kyall’s promise of making Enshilla desire him.

  He mustered every drop of control he had and returned to his post. He glanced briefly down at Enshilla who was still looking through her vantage point at the couple in the room beyond.

  Something caught his attention. Enshilla was pressing her thighs so tightly against each other that the fabric of her robe was taut. Her fingers were mashed together, knuckles almost white, and lo and behold, her nipples were rock hard and protruding from the soft material of her robe.

  Fire rushed up through Ronnil from his loins to his throat. Lady Calm-cool-and-collected Enshilla was aroused too.

  A very slow smile spread across Ronnil’s handsome face, and he bent once more to his task, just grazing Enshilla’s shoulder with his thigh.

  On purpose.

  A little shiver stirred her hair.

  Ronnil’s grin could have melted butter. Oh this was going to be so good.

  Chapter 9

  Annie scooted back on the bed and placed her hands on Kyle’s thighs. “Spread ‘em,” she said.

  Obligingly, Kyle opened his legs and made room for her between them. She fit perfectly and his green eyes glinted as he watched her get comfortable.

  Face to face now with his straining cock, Annie pondered how to proceed.

  “Is something wrong?” hissed Kyle.

  “Oh not at all, not at all. I’m just contemplating one of nature’s masterpieces.” She flashed him a quick grin, determined not to be swamped by the emotions that were running through her nervous system and making her jumpy and hot.

  “Contemplate less, do more…” urged Kyle.

  Annie noticed he had his hands twisted in the bedding. A little thrill of power joined the erotic tingles in her mind, and she tried an experiment.

  Leaning forward slightly, she allowed a heavy lock of her hair to drop onto Kyle’s cock and slither down to rest on his chestnut curls.

  He moaned.

  She smiled.

  She took the lock and rubbed it around the base of his cock and all over his balls. Impossibly, he grew even harder.

  “Annie…” he muttered, half-begging, half-chiding.

  “Yes?”

  “Please…”

  “Please what, Kyle?”

  “Please don’t stop.” Kyle’s hips bucked as she pulled her hair up and over him, making sure to flick his sensitive head as she went.

  “Well, perhaps we should move on a little here. Gosh, I hope they can see all right…”

  “Anniieeee…”

  “Don’t whine. I’m getting there.”

  “I’ll be dead before you do,” hissed Kyle.

  Annie could smell the heat coming from his body, and inhaled deeply as she lowered her face and ran her tongue up the inside of his thigh. “Mmm…you taste wonderful,” she hummed.

  Kyle sucked in his breath as her tongue continued its voyage of exploration.

  She’d reached his groin now and was tentatively dropping light kisses around his cock.

  “It’s okay, Annie. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to,” Kyle whispered.

  “I hope you’re joking,” mumbled Annie.

  She settled herself comfortably and grasped his cock. Slowly, she leaned down and swirled her tongue from base to tip.

  Kyle’s gasp of pleasure echoed around the room.

  “Is that right?” asked Annie, pausing for a moment and allowing her breath to flutter over his now wet cock.

  “Yessss…” he croaked.

  “Oh good.”

  Annie repeated her move and listened with pleasure to Kyle as he groaned out his enjoyment beneath her mouth.

  She experimented with different patterns, sometimes licking south to north, other times circling the polar regions, and still other variations, which included the occasional trip to the south sea islands.

  Kyle seemed to like those best.

  Finally, she eased her mouth over the head of his cock and pulled him inside.

  Kyle froze.

  Annie paused too, realizing that this was the first time she’d eaten man. He was quite tasty, not in the least like chicken.

  Kyle’s hand moved to her head and she found his touch very erotic as he pushed her hair aside so that he could watch her actions. A part of her mind told her that this was so that the couple observing them could see as well, but she wanted to believe that mostly it was for his own pleasure.

  Easing back, she let her tongue and lips pull at his delicate skin as she raised her head.

  His hand tightened in her hair as if to push her back down, but he didn’t, he just waited to see what she would do next.

  Moving her legs into an even more comfortable position, Annie started to really get the hang of what she was doing.

  Alternating her ice cream cone licking technique with her pseudo-vacuum cleaner technique, she proceeded to spend the next thousand years worshipping Kyle’s cock with her mouth. Or at least it felt like a thousand years.

  Every time she thought she had become accustomed to his taste and the feel of him, she’d find a little nook or cranny that she’d yet to explore. Her tongue was everywhere, over the head, under the ridges, around the base, and delicately over and around his balls.

  She eased his cock aside so that she could pay full attention to the sacs which were getting harder and tighter by the second.

  Cautiously she took them into her mouth and swirled her tongue over them.

  Kyle’s sigh was a reward in itself.

  Recalling a conversation from her college days, Annie eased two fingers beneath his balls and found the spot behind. She pressed gently.

  Kyle gasped.

  “Ohmigod, ohmigod…” he chanted.

  Annie grinned and released his balls to return to his now purple cock.

  “Get ready, Kyle,” she breathed. “It’s showtime…”

  “Annie…” Kyle gasped, “Annie, you don’t have to take me all the way. I may not be able to control this much longer.”

  Annie was touched. This was one nice guy. And one major liar too. He was telling her one thing, while his hand had a death grip on her skull and she had a feeling that if she tried to move she’d crack her neck.

  She grinned. “Kyle, this is fun. I’m not stopping now, so you just sit back and let me drive, okay?”

  She could feel the thrill that shivered over his body as her words percolated the sexual haze that was muddling his brain.

  His thighs parted even further and his cock was impossibly huge.

  Annie bent to complete her task.

  She relaxed her mouth as much as possible. God knew she couldn’t take him all, but decided that any experimentation she did would probably be okay with the man trembling beneath her.

  So she pulled him as far back into her mouth as she could and grasped the rest of his cock with her hand.

  Setting up a matching rhythm, she began moving on him, gently pulling and pushing on his skin and holding his balls with her other hand.

  He moaned, but kept his hand in her hair. She knew he was watching her mouth as it rose away from his glistening cock and that knowledge heightened her own excitement.

  Any thoughts of Ronnil or Enshilla had long gone, because Annie was now completely focused on one thing and one thing only—making Kyle come.

  Within a few moments she could tell that his body was tensing. His balls were now tight to his body and his cock iron hard and quivering on her hot tongue.

  She allowed his hand to guide her head into the rhythm that best suited him and felt his knuckles clench as he neared his peak.

  Listening to his breath as he started to pant, hearing the rustle of the bedding as his legs twitched, and knowing she was causing all these things by simply sucking him was a major turn on for Annie. She hadn’t known if she would enjoy this part of sex at all, but to her astonishment, it was fun.
/>   Bringing such pleasure to one’s lover was reward in itself and knowing he was writhing in pleasure because of her was a powerful aphrodisiac.

  Annie felt her own juices running down her thigh as Kyle’s muscles clenched.

  He gasped and his hand went rigid on the back of her head, holding her firmly in place.

  “Anniieee…” he croaked. “Oh god, yesss…”

  His hips jerked up, and his cock jumped. Hot salty cum poured from him into Annie’s mouth and throat. Bravely she kept sucking and pulling until he was dry.

  His hand fell away, his body slumped, and Annie released his softening cock with a little pop.

  She felt great.

  However, it looked like she’d killed him.

  * * * * *

  The air in the small room was getting hotter, Ronnil decided.

  After a brief discussion, they’d agreed to take turns watching over the couple in the next chamber, but natural curiosity had won out, and two sets of eyes remained glued to the viewing grill.

  “What on earth is she…oh…” sputtered Ronnil.

  “Well, goodness…” echoed Enshilla.

  Silence fell, broken only by the sound of loud moans from the bed next door and the harsh breathing of the two people watching.

  “Have you ever…” began Ronnil.

  “I never thought…I mean between women, of course, but men?”

  “Ah yes. Of course. Women.” Ronnil felt like he was about to choke. His lungs refused to work as the most luridly erotic visual images chased themselves across his retinas.

  He sucked in a breath and coughed.

  “Sssshhh…I want to see what she does next,” said Enshilla, leaning forward for a better look.

  “You do?” squawked Ronnil. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. I mean, you do?”

  There was no answer but an indrawn breath as Enshilla watched Annie fondle Kyle’s balls.

  “Oh my. Look at that.”

  Ronnil was looking. He couldn’t decide whether this was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced or the worst torture the gods could devise. Perhaps he’d done something very bad in a previous lifetime and was being punished.

  Forget even going near Enshilla at the moment. Instead of nudging the back of her neck, he was afraid he might be hard enough to poke an eye out.

  Consequently, his vantage point was a rather awkward leaning position that caused a painful cramp in his left calf. This was good, of course, because it diverted his attention away from the rather painful cramp in his cock.

  Enshilla seemed to have forgotten he was there, so enthralled was she with the couple sporting in front of her.

  A bead of sweat dropped from her temple to her breast and her nipples were rock hard and jutting prominently through her soft robe.

  Ronnil casually stood beside her and fought to keep his voice tranquil.

  “You are hot, Lady. Why not remove your ceremonial robes now, and I’ll pour some wine?”

  Absently, Enshilla nodded.

  Ronnil hid a grin as he reached for a goblet.

  The grin was wiped from his face as he turned back to see Enshilla dropping all her clothes to the floor.

  In her garb as Priestess of the Moon Goddess, Enshilla was an attractive woman.

  Nude, she was breathtaking.

  Straight dark brown hair fell past her waist and swung as she turned to him. Her breasts were full and glorious, just begging to be held and kneaded and licked, and sucked, and…by the gods he was going to explode.

  His gaze moved lower to her hairless cunt. Soft pink lips swelled out from her shadows and he caught a slight sparkle from her dewy moisture, revealing the extent of her own arousal. He was spellbound.

  She took the goblet and apparently ignored his dropped jaw. Snapping it shut, Ronnil watched as she resumed her seat, her soft naked back now tantalizingly close.

  His fingers fumbled as he reached for the fastenings of his own clothing. The feel of the air next to his flesh was as tantalizing as the woman whose fragrance was filling his nostrils.

  He moved again to the grille and jerked his attention back to his High Priest, who was now moaning as the High Priestess enthusiastically sucked his cock.

  Ronnil wanted to moan too. He’d never imagined that watching something like this could be so arousing.

  Of course he’d attended many sexual rituals within the confines of the Temple, and he’d enjoyed many women in his time. Most of them had been satisfying, and many truly pleasurable.

  But being in a little room with Enshilla, and secretly watching two uninhibited lovers, was undoubtedly the most erotic and sexually charged moment in his entire life.

  His hand started to shake as he saw Lord Kyall push Annilin’s hair out of the way.

  Good heavens, Lord Kyall was watching.

  Ronnil bit his lip and strangled a moan. A vision of Enshilla doing that to him flashed through his brain and left millions of dead cells in its wake.

  A harsh cry from the next chamber echoed through the grille.

  The sweating priest prayed to the Sun God for the strength to survive this night.

  Chapter 10

  She’d killed him.

  Kyle knew he had to be dead. No one could come like that, orgasm for hours, and be sucked into paradise, without dying afterwards.

  Of course, he was still breathing, he had an itch underneath one knee, and he could feel Annie’s hair as it lay across his thigh.

  Incredibly, his cock stirred slightly at the thought.

  Annie moved, pulling herself back up onto her knees. She was smiling at him. With rather a superior grin too.

  “You’re not dead after all,” she chuckled.

  “It was close.” Kyle pulled her roughly into his arms and tucked her head down against his chest. “Let me say, categorically, that whatever books you read or conversations you shared, were absolutely and perfectly right. That was…that was…well, it was beyond words.”

  “Wow. That good, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  “Um, Kyle?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “Is it my turn now?”

  “Well, I though perhaps we might wait till tomorrow.”

  Annie landed a good punch to his side, knocking the wind out of him.

  “Just kidding. Let me catch my breath for a second here.” He ran his fingers up Annie’s arm as it lay across his chest.

  “You have the softest skin,” he murmured.

  Annie shivered.

  “I think we have probably given Enshilla plenty to think about, don’t you?”

  “Mmm,” sighed Annie.

  “I guess it’s time to show Ronnil what he’s been missing.”

  And with that, Kyle neatly flipped Annie onto her back and loomed over her.

  “So soft, so much moonlight. Violets and cream…” he muttered, pushing her hair back from her face and stroking down her cheek to her shoulders.

  “I wanted you back at the symposium, Annie. Did you know that? Did you feel that tug when I caught sight of you?”

  Annie hummed her pleasure as Kyle’s breath fluttered over her breast.

  “Yeah, sure…” she sighed. “Anything you say, Kyle.”

  He stretched out his tongue and played with her nipple, pushing, licking, flicking, and bringing squirms of pleasure to the woman in his arms.

  He moved closer and sucked strongly, pulling her breast into his mouth and against his palate with a firm touch.

  She cried out and held his head close, encouraging him.

  His body pressed against hers for a moment, and he was very surprised to find himself hardening just minutes after a completely mind-blowing orgasm. He wanted to plunge into her and make her scream out his name, but knew he couldn’t. Not tonight.

  Such was his need for Annie that for a second he railed against the rigid traditions prohibiting him from entering her. Then a moan reminded him of what he was supposed to be doing, and he refocused on his task.

  He lo
ved her skin, its taste, its smell, its feel beneath his lips and tongue. So he made the most of it, relishing each and every lick and kiss, and following them up with little nibbles.

  He pulled her skin with his teeth, and even daringly sucked at it, leaving his mark in the soft flesh beneath her navel. She was his. All his.

  Her legs were flexing on either side of his hips, and he knew that she was getting nicely wet. His mouth watered at the thought.

  Kyle allowed himself a brief chuckle at her neatly shaped mound, the lamplight flickering off the crescent moon that framed her lovely cunt and its swollen lips. He was being seduced by the smell of her moisture and the thought that he could tease her clit out of hiding with just the touch of his mouth.

  His hands kneaded her inner thighs and spread them even more, allowing him to appreciate the view.

  She’d thrown her arms above her on the bed, thrusting her breasts up at him, and her wanton pose was arousing beyond belief.

  So much creamy skin and silver hair spread out before him. And all for his enjoyment. Oh yes, he was going to make sure that Ronnil and Enshilla got an eyeful. But most of all, he was going to make sure that Annie got a climax she’d never forget.

  Just like the one she’d given him.

  Easing back on the bed, he lowered his lips to her hot and moist folds.

  The first touch of his tongue brought a cry of pleasure from Annie, and she trembled as he began exploring her in earnest.

  She was soft and silky and her scent was swirling around him like a drugging fog.

  He slid his arms beneath her thighs and raised her slightly, opening her as far as he could to his attentions.

  He touched his mouth to her flesh and sucked.

  Annie screeched and almost leapt off the bed.

  “Kyle…” she sobbed.

  “Ssshhh…easy,” soothed Kyle, remembering her limited experience and bursting with satisfaction at the thought that he was teaching her so much about her own responses.

  Once again he lowered his head, only this time he just flicked at her with light touches of his tongue.

  She groaned in pleasure.

  He circled her clit and traced her ruffled folds down into her darkest shadows, then pressed a little more and ran his tongue back up to her clit. He licked over and around and above and below and then raised his head.