The Sun Gods Woman

by Sahara Kelly

  Kyle tried to get his mind off how her skirt was draping over her mound.

  “Eat, Kyle, why don’t you? We’ve spent the morning walking around, so I think we’ve earned a bite, wouldn’t you say?” She pulled some lamb dishes nearer and moved a plate of dates to her side of the table.

  Kyle nervously pulled at a piece of bappir.

  “Now,” said Annie around a date. “Tell me more about these Boon Seekers.”

  Kyle drew a breath and put the bread down. The moment had come.

  “Boon Seekers are couples who have not been able to conceive. They come to this Temple to beg a favor, a boon, from the Ishtartu.”

  “Okay. That makes sense. So why am I feeling that you’re kind of nervous about this whole thing?”

  “They feel,” Kyle cleared his throat, “that to assure fertility they must receive ’divine energy’ to open the womb to seed.”

  “Aha. Divine energy. Right.”

  Annie’s violet eyes were spearing Kyle, refusing to let him off the hook.

  “Yes. Divine energy.”

  “You said that.”

  “I did? Yes, I did. Sorry.”

  “So how do they get this divine energy and where do we come into it?”

  “Funny you should say that…”

  “Say what?”

  “Come…”

  Annie blinked.

  “You see, they believe that divine energy is released at the moment of climax.”

  Annie blinked again.

  “Our climax.”

  “Our…”Annie’s voice caught in her throat.

  “Yes.”

  “Oh.” Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from Kyle. “You’re not trying to tell me we have to have sex in front of a Temple full of childless couples, are you?”

  “Well, no. Not exactly.”

  “Define ‘not exactly’.”

  “We don’t exactly have sex.”

  “How not exactly don’t we have sex?”

  Kyle winced as Annie’s tone started to get a little sharp.

  “Well, we don’t actually—um—do it together, so to speak.”

  “We do it apart?” Annie’s quick rejoinder sliced his composure to ribbons.

  “Sort of.”

  “Sheesh, Kyle, for god’s sake spit it out, will you? You’re driving me nuts!”

  “All right. You and I will lie down on two special couches. The male Boon Seekers will bring you to climax, the female ones will do the same for me. They believe that our shared peak of pleasure will allow them to get a share of our Divine Energy and will go away happy to spend the rest of the night fucking the butt off their partners. Now you know. Happy?”

  Annie giggled. “Peak of pleasure?”

  Kyle looked carefully at her. Instead of the irate woman protesting such lurid ceremonies, she was chuckling to herself.

  “You sound worse than one of my heroines.” She laughed, getting more and more amused by the idea.

  Kyle glanced around the room and realized that the braziers were starting to smoke. His eyes were stinging a little and he too was beginning to see the humorous side to this whole thing.

  “Annie, do you understand?” Kyle tried his best to stop the large grin from spreading across his face as he watched her holding her sides and laughing.

  “Sure, I got it. We’re gonna get laid by other people in front of each other, right?”

  “No, not exactly. It would be a sin for anyone to actually fuck either of us. They’ll use their hands and mouths and…and…” Kyle felt his bones melt as he looked at Annie, sprawled across from him with a huge smile on her lips.

  “Great. A mutual happy hour.”

  “Sort of, yeah. I take it you don’t mind,” he said.

  “I should, but don’t ask me why I don’t.” She stretched sensually, pushing one leg out straight and flexing her ankle. “Actually…” the word was a drawn out invitation in itself, “it might be quite—interesting.”

  Kyle’s cock leaped as she drew her hand gently up her leg to her thigh and past her mound to her stomach.

  A servant chose that inopportune moment to enter the room.

  “My Lord, Lady Annilin, the Boon Seekers have assembled. May I ask how much longer you will require to be ready?”

  “Oh I’m ready, sweet cakes. This hot potato is ready to get baked and stuffed.” Annie stumbled upright, leaning on the table for support.

  The servant smiled politely. “I take it that Lady Enshilla’s suggestion to use a little Huk Gil in the braziers was a wise one?”

  Oh shit.

  “What’s huck gill, Kyle? The forerunner of Huck Finn?” Annie’s giggle echoed round the room.

  Kyle tried to shake the dizziness away from his head. “No Annie. Huk Gil is the forerunner of opium.”

  Chapter 13

  Annie floated down and allowed her body to settle onto the stone couch that someone had thoughtfully covered with soft pillows.

  She felt fabulous.

  Her skin smoothed the silks beneath her, and the fragrance of the Huk Gil filled her nostrils and her mind. She vaguely recalled Kyle murmuring something about drugs, but it hadn’t registered, and she didn’t care anyway. She was too happy.

  A movement to her left distracted her and she watched as Kyle settled himself down.

  The couches were very close, almost touching, and were arranged so that their shoulders practically met. Kyle’s feet were facing in the opposite direction to Annie’s and their pillows allowed them to look at one another, face to face.

  Annie’s peripheral vision blurred, and she could sense rather than see movement around her body.

  A wave of movement swept through her and for a moment she felt disoriented.

  As if he sensed it, Kyle bent his elbow and raised his hand. Without a thought, Annie matched his move and their hands clasped tight, almost as if they were preparing to arm wrestle.

  “I’m falling…” she whispered.

  “I’ll catch you,” he answered.

  His eyes were darkening, his pupils dilating, and Annie’s world became narrowed to a blaze of green and black.

  She was an octopus beneath a soft green ocean. No, she was a squid. No wait, maybe a centipede nestled in the deep shadows of a rainforest.

  Her tentacles spread out from her body in amazingly complex patterns and she stared as each one became a sexual receptor.

  Three hundred and twenty seven little erogenous zones flickered into life, teased and touched by as many tongues.

  She had no idea how she knew the exact number, but she did. No question about it.

  “Annie, dear, what a fine experience this is.”

  Annie turned her head. “Hello Dr. Ludmilla. What are you doing here?”

  The popular sex therapist smiled graciously. “I don’t know. You tell me…”

  Annie smiled back. She’d always loved ”Doc Ludmilla’s Swedish Sex Chat”, and made a point of listening in whenever she could.

  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  Annie examined her responses. So far so good. Stimulation was taking place in all the right spots, her body was humming along nicely, nope she couldn’t think of a thing.

  “I don’t think so, Doc, but thanks for asking.” Annie hoped she wouldn’t be too cross at being summoned for nothing. “Although now that you’re here, I would like to get something off my chest.”

  “Of course, sweet pea. Anything. You know you can say whatever you want to me.”

  Annie politely moved some of her tentacles out of the way so that the good doctor could sit on the edge of the couch.

  “Well, don’t be mad at me, but I’d really like to suggest that you get a new hairdo. This one is just so—so Mrs. Brady.”

  Doc Ludmilla smiled patiently.

  “And while we’re talking about it, do you think Greg really boffed Mrs. Brady? I mean, I know Mr. Brady had an alternate lifestyle, but could she have been that desperate?”

  “Annie, you’r
e not focusing on your inner sexuality.”

  Annie felt chastised.

  “This is a time to let go of those inhibitions, Annie. Allow your deepest desires the freedom to see the light of day. You know our mantra…” Doc Ludmilla’s huge blue eyes twinkled at Annie. “Good fantasies…”

  “…Better sex. Yeah, I’ve got it.” Annie jumped as a clown fish nuzzled into a very sensitive spot.

  “Good girl. You’ve been immersed in your work and your writing for so long, Annie, that you’ve lost touch with that wanton woman that is hiding within you.”

  “I have a wanton woman inside me?” This was news to Annie.

  “Of course. We all do. It’s just that we seldom have the opportunity to throw off all our civilized trappings and indulge her.”

  Annie felt her tentacles tighten as some kind of anteater drilled his tongue into the space between two of them and did wonderful things to her tonsils.

  “So I need to indulge this randy bitch, huh?” She pondered the notion. A vampire bat landed on her thorax and began energetically suckling on a very touchy antenna.

  “Look here, Annie. Let Biff and Muffy show you the way…” Doc Ludmilla pointed at something and faded away.

  Annie looked at the flat-headed flipper that she had wrapped around Kyle’s hand. Sure enough, standing on top was Millennium Muffy and her Boyfriend Biff. Introduced by a popular toy company, they’d caused something of a minor furor when it had been announced that Muffy was only a 34B and had hips, and that Biff was anatomically correct.

  Annie watched, fascinated, as Biff stripped. Boy was he anatomically correct. Muffy should be having a heart attack right about now. Then Muffy took her clothes off too. Oh good. She did have hips. Nice round plump ones.

  Ones that Biff was appreciating. Energetically.

  Annie’s tentacles seemed to be growing as they were rhythmically stroked by long palm fronds. She could swear she felt Biff’s hands as he kneaded Muffy’s buttocks.

  She watched, fascinated, as Biff bent his head and noisily sucked on Muffy’s 34B’s. It was as if her flipper had become Muffy, and she could share in each sensation.

  Her shoulders squirmed as the feel of Biff’s mouth became almost too much. The tide must be coming in. It was definitely wet around her tentacles. Biff’s cock was getting bigger before her amazed eyes, and she gaped as Muffy reached down and began fondling it.

  Biff obviously enjoyed the little toy hand doing nice things to his big toy cock, because he moaned, making Annie jump. Muffy knelt down.

  “Oh my,” breathed Annie. Little red lips opened wide and a nicely coiffed blonde head proceeded to go down on Boyfriend Biff.

  Annie’s tentacles shivered as the water rose higher around her and continued to caress her. She was momentarily distracted as a passing crab nibbled on her and would have brushed him off with limb number forty-three if she had had the energy. Instead, she let him proceed, and relished the wave of golden warmth that spread through her as he continued to abrade her skin.

  Biff had apparently reached his limit, because he nobly removed Muffy’s head from his cock by means of a firm yank on her hair.

  Turning Muffy around, he pressed her forward, bending her over in front of him. Without ceremony he spread her cheeks and thrust himself into her ass.

  Annie gasped.

  Sheesh, they must have done this before. Did Moppet Toys know what was going on in the stock room? Was there a little tube of anal lubricant packaged in with the high heels, the butterfly barrettes and the perfume bottle? Maybe there was an accessory pack marketed that included teeny condoms for Biff?

  Annie squirmed and her body flew every which way as she too sensed an intrusion into pretty much virgin places. It was not painful, though, more…more like an added extra arousal.

  Muffy was certainly enjoying it. Biff reached beneath her writhing body, and Annie could see him find her nipples with one hand and search for her little toy clit with the other. At least she assumed he was searching for her clit. Although it was probably smaller than a grain of rice and she wished him a lot of luck finding it.

  Ooops…he’d found it.

  Muffy was now squirming in earnest, trying to push her buttocks back into Biff’s balls and get more of him inside her.

  Biff himself was panting in time with his thrusts, and Annie watched, fixated, as his ass tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed as he gently flexed himself inside Muffy.

  Her own body was starting to mimic these rhythms and she shared Muffy’s obvious arousal. Her own skin was starting to shrink on her and several of her tentacles were now turning into rigid stalks.

  Oh look, how pretty. She was becoming a sunflower and her petals were standing up straight and tall. She had to clench some muscles to keep them there and it helped if she opened all her stamens and antlers to the warmth of the sun.

  She vaguely heard a shout from Biff and a moan from Muffy, and a part of her brain smiled at the knowledge that there’d be some happy faces in Toyland tonight.

  Her petals were starting to tremble, and she became a sea anemone, thousands of fronds waving around her and gleaming in the soft green underwater light. Something was happening.

  Annie closed her eyes, unable to keep track of what her body was doing or becoming.

  In the darkness of her mind, a light flickered and grew, a light that was carried by every nerve ending she possessed.

  For a second, she surfaced, and realized that her legs were spread wide and that an energetic tongue was working deep inside her while others were licking and sucking her nipples, her clit, her fingers, her toes, there wasn’t one part of her that wasn’t receiving some kind of attention.

  But before she could panic, she plunged back into the dark cave within herself, and watched as the light grew bigger and brighter and the pulsations of her heart were echoed in the flickerings of the oncoming brightness.

  It was definitely getting closer. Closer still.

  Annie reminded herself to breathe.

  Suddenly it was upon her and she cried out at its beauty. Her whole being throbbed and she was blinded by the millions of indescribable colors that were exploding behind her eyelids.

  The first wave was succeeded by a second and a third, and Annie’s body shook with the violence of her orgasm.

  She screamed out her ecstasy and screamed again—it was almost painful in its intensity.

  Waves of warmth and vibrant tingles flooded her and swamped her ability to think coherently about anything at all.

  Panting, she floated back to earth. Her last conscious thought was one of joy that she was still holding onto Kyle’s hand.

  She passed out cold.

  * * * * *

  Someone was whispering.

  “She’s been sleeping for a day now, shouldn’t we try to wake her?”

  “Let her be. It’s a natural sleep given what she’s been through.”

  It was Enshilla’s voice that percolated the fuzz surrounding Annie’s brain.

  “Enshilla?” she murmured through dry lips.

  “Thank the Goddess. Annilin, I’m here…”

  Annie felt a hand cover hers and cautiously opened her eyes.

  “I’m back here,” she said as she recognized her room at the Temple of the Moon Goddess.

  “We thought it best to bring you here so that we could be with you as you recovered, Annilin,” said Enshilla, gently stroking her arm. “How do you feel?”

  “Kinda weird,” said Annie, closing her eyes as the room continued to spin slightly around her head.

  “I have some cool water. Do you think you could manage a sip?” asked Enshilla.

  Annie raised her eyelids and looked up. The room was finally still. “Sure,” she said optimistically, pushing herself onto her elbows. “There, that’s not so bad is it?”

  Suddenly, a nasty surge of nausea racked her stomach. She turned green.

  Enshilla gasped and reached for a nearby bowl.

  A very unpleasant h
alf hour later, Annie lay back on the bed with an anguished groan.

  “I want to go on record, Enshilla, as being completely and absolutely against the use of Huk Gil by anyone, anywhere, at any time.” She covered her eyes with her hand. “I absolutely hate throwing up.”

  A little chuckle greeted her words. “You are not the first, Annilin, and Lord Kyall warned us that you might be especially sensitive to its effects, seeing as you hadn’t ever been exposed to it before. Plus you were enjoying a large meal right beforehand, too…”

  The mere mention of food sent Annie diving for the bowl again.

  It was several hours before a rather weak High Priestess of the Moon Goddess felt like anything more than a celestial whimper.

  And a day or so after that before she felt up to facing her newfound mate, the High Priest of the Sun God.

  She only hoped that there was justice in Ancient Sumer and that he’d been vilely sick too.

  * * * * *

  The object of Annie’s thoughts was, at that moment, pacing the floor of his chamber. Was Annie okay? Was she still sick? Were there any damaging after effects? Was she furious with him for not warning her?

  Well, she couldn’t be too angry, because he’d had no idea she’d react quite so strongly to the fumes of the Huk Gil. But rationality might not play a role in her emotions right now.

  Would she still want to come to his bed? Would she come tonight?

  She would if he had anything to say about it, he thought, excusing himself the really bad pun.

  Did she have hallucinations too? Had she realized that their orgasms had been the stuff of legends, their screams of release having been heard three streets down from the Temple of Ishtaru?

  He allowed himself a second or two to relive that rather scary moment when he’d opened his eyes to find himself stark naked on the fifty yard line in the Houston Astrodome with the entire squad of Dallas Cheerleaders looking on. But it was what Joe Montana was doing to him that really made his hair stand on end.

  Nope, he’d keep that particular vision to himself, thank you. That certainly wasn’t something he needed to share with the woman who’d be warming his sheets tonight. He hoped.

  He was desperate to see those deep violet eyes of hers glaze over as he loved her, he wanted to finally get his cock inside her where it belonged—he wanted to make her his. Unalterably, completely, his.