The Sorceress (5 page)

The Goddess Realm was a dimension comprised primarily of
female energy. The small population of hermaphrodites such as Zeta, beings who possessed both male and female genitals, produced only meager amounts of testosterone—too insignificant and inconsequential to have any meaningful effect on the predominant female vibration of the Goddess Realm.

Many of the goddesses, including Tara, had ravenous sexual appetites. It was the responsibility of the chosen attendant to anticipate and appease every sexual need and desire of the goddess she served.

Tara extended her hand. Expressing a grateful heart, Zeta grasped and tenderly kissed the top of Tara's hand, her wrist, and her palm, before helping the goddess to a standing position. Once Tara was firmly on her feet, Zeta carefully slipped the straps of her sheer gown off her shoulders, baring beautifully formed breasts. Zeta's knowing fingers eased the flowing gown past Tara's round, womanly hips.

With her outer garment shed, like skin peeled from succulent, ripe fruit, Tara stood proud and gloriously naked. And sexually hungry. For a few, charitable moments, Tara allowed Zeta's adoring eyes to feast upon her magnificence.

“The sun shines upon your beauty, Goddess Tara,” Zeta said while hastily pulling her own gown over her wings.

“Thank you. You look quite lovely today as well.”

Zeta lowered her lush lashes, obviously warmed by the compliment from her mistress. Smiling, she allowed her feathers to spread and flutter charmingly.

Tara stroked Zeta's wings. Her attendant's blue feathers were soft and soothing, wonderful to touch. “Your timing is perfect, Zeta. It pleases me that you're here.”

Naked, Tara and Zeta melted into each other's arms. Their breasts pressed together. Zeta's coarse coils of hair fell into
her face as she bent her head to admire Tara's luscious mounds.

Tara, already on the brink of arousal, parted her lips, welcoming Zeta's kiss and seductive, wandering tongue. Zeta's lips lingered for a second at Tara's breasts and then traveled to her ear. “Mistress,” she whispered. “I shall pay special attention to your breasts today. My lips yearn to be attached to your dark pearls.”

The feeling of Zeta's sweet breath so close to her ear sent thrills down Tara's neck and straight to the nipples of her bosom, hardening them.

Zeta gently nibbled on Tara's earlobe and outlined her ear with her tongue. This erotic gesture caused Tara's swelling nipples to become hugely engorged with yearning.

Gently, Zeta penetrated Tara's ear. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from the back of Tara's throat. This incited Zeta to insert her tongue more deeply and to murmur softly, “I exist for your eternal pleasure, mistress.”

Becoming almost dizzy with sexual desire, Tara ran the fingers of both hands down the center of Zeta's back. Then, her fidgety palms meandered in opposite directions, seeking the solace of Zeta's soft feathered wings to quell her raging need.

“I sense that you are troubled today,” Zeta said, her voice tender with concern. “I present my moist lips to kiss and soothe the silken center of your womanhood. I offer a wet tongue to lick between your petal-soft folds. Allow me to wash away your cares.”

Tara tightened her strong legs together. Zeta was wise; all her concerns seemed to have gathered and accumulated and the building tension throbbed in her center. Not only was she deeply disturbed over her sister's confinement in the hellish Dark Realm, she was equally concerned about Kali's continuous slumber.

Deep sorrow combined with sexual tension, knotting in her
center and then swirling, and moving to other sensitive parts.

Sadly, Tara reached out and caressed Zeta's wings, yearning to find a bit of comfort in the soft feathers.

“Sweet mistress, I feel your sorrow. With my undying love and well-honed sensual skills, I pledge to relieve your pain and give you unimaginable pleasure.”

Instantly, Tara felt her burdens begin to ease. She removed her hands from the downy softness of Zeta's wings and allowed the prized hermaphrodite to lead her to the soft blanket that was spread out for their lovemaking.

Tara lay on her back with her arms stretched upward. Her brown body, glazed by the sun, looked delicious—sweet and edible—like molasses. Zeta sat next to Tara and gazed down, giving her mistress a long, considering look.

“Start with my hair,” Tara said, knowing her attendant had been wondering where she should start. Zeta worked her fingers into Tara's hair, massaged her scalp, and then pressed her lips against Tara's neck, tasting her flesh.

Tara, desiring more than kisses, tilted her head, offering Zeta access to the full length of her long, delicate neck. Zeta licked Tara's neck; lapped the heated perspiration that was sweet on her tongue. She bit into Tara's delicate skin. Tara cried out, enjoying the sweet pain. Zeta bit harder, this time leaving behind the indentation of four teeth marks. A soft crooning, a musical sound of yearning, escaped Tara's lips and floated to Zeta's ears, persuading the attendant to lick, suck, and kiss the sensitive flesh on Tara's neck until Tara pleaded for her to stop.

The goddess and the attendant became entwined, lips merging hungrily, their feminine hips undulating together in an erotic, primal dance. Zeta kissed her way down to Tara's swollen nipples. She squeezed Tara's breasts together and used her thumbs to
tease the pebbled flesh. She opened her mouth, inviting her mistress to lift up and rest on her elbows as she fed her attendant her plum-colored pearls.

At first, Zeta flicked her tongue against Tara's firm nipples, and then sucked each pearl. Tara, her body flushed with arousal, began to feel a familiar ache as intense heat flooded her body and her thighs became drenched with her juices.

“Use your shaft and take me,” Tara uttered breathily and curled on her side, displaying her beautifully rounded buttocks.

“Yes, mistress.” Obligingly, Zeta positioned herself behind Tara. Possessing both male and female genitals, Zeta was overly-stimulated. Unbearably so.

Zeta's penis throbbed with yearning, while beneath the pulsing male appendage, her wet vagina clenched with need. But being a superior and disciplined attendant, Zeta suppressed her urges and ignored the hot wanting inside her female organ.

Deftly, Zeta pressed her rapidly growing hardness against her mistress's lovely rump. With an arm draped over Tara's side, Zeta used her longest finger to caress Tara's clitoris. Enjoying the heightened sensation of dual stimulation, Tara rotated her hips and moaned softly as she rocked to and fro', thrusting into Zeta's finger while at the same time bumping against her attendant's rigid maleness.

Now, panting, Tara called out, “Oh, my lovely Zeta!” Tara knew Zeta would recognize her desperate cry and properly prepare her for entry.

As expected, Zeta crouched down, her suckling lips seeking the pleasure of sipping Tara's nectar. Her thirst quenched, Zeta nibbled her way backward, her hands tenderly separating Tara's smooth buttocks.

Gingerly, she licked the ridged rim and then inserted a quick
and darting tongue inside Tara's tight and delicate anus, teasing it into opening for her; grazing at the small hole until Tara gasped and whimpered with pleasure.

Zeta withdrew her tongue and spoke with her mouth enclosed in the flagrant valley between Tara's buttocks. “Your taste rivals the sweetest fruit on the Goddess Realm; I could lick your anus for all of eternity if I were allowed to.”

Zeta's words stimulated her mistress. Aroused beyond reason, Tara made her needs known before she lost her mind and drifted off into an otherworldly state of ecstasy. “Cover me with your wings. Enter me, now.”

Obediently, Zeta kneeled on her haunches and spread her wings. Her feathers caressed Tara's arms gently, reassuringly. She stroked her phallus, moistened it with its pre-ejaculation and aimed the slippery knob lower, toward the silken entry of Tara's pulsing tunnel.

Zeta's thrusts were rhythmic and slow.

“Deeper!” Tara moaned. Zeta obeyed, satisfying her mistress as well as her throbbing hardness. But her feminine part dripped with unfulfilled yearning.

“Harder!” Tara cried, pushing back and demanding more of Zeta's sturdy penis.

Obeying her mistress, Zeta squeezed Tara's buttocks for leverage and then drove her throbbing shaft in and out swiftly. She released one buttock and wound her hand around and down to Tara's puffy labia, tugged on one slippery lip and then the other.

When she sank two fingers into Tara's dewy vagina, her own female opening gripped and clenched with ravenous hunger.

Zeta was not allowed to ejaculate from her penis until Tara was satiated. Needing desperately to quench one of her sexual
desires, she plunged her shaft in and out of Tara's tight depths. Tara matched Zeta's rhythm until she exploded.

Now it was Zeta's turn for release. Quickly, she released and, together, she and her mistress shuddered and cried out in one shared vibration.

When Tara's breathing returned to normal, she reached backward; her fingers stretching to locate Zeta's hot pool of yearning. “You can't speak of this. It is our secret,” Tara whispered.

“Thank you, mistress. You are so kind and understanding. I promise to never tell a soul,” Zeta replied as she changed position. Lying on her back with her wings spread, she waited for Tara's touch.

Tara couldn't resist the urge to caress the length of her attendant's pleasure-providing maleness. Zeta's penis quivered at Tara's touch, but did not grow hard.

Unable to control her desire, Zeta clasped Tara's hand, guiding her mistress's delicate finger to her slippery softness. Spreading her muscular legs, Zeta granted Tara access to the moist place that was hot and aching with unbearable sexual need.

Sadly, the pleasure Tara had shared with Zeta had been only a temporary distraction. Alone now, and feeling tormented by Eris's dire circumstances, Tara sobbed softly. Despite Eris's wicked ways, Tara loved her dearly.

The day was sunny and glorious. Yet, if it weren't for the colorful hues of the lotus and the power they imparted, Tara would have felt as if she were surrounded by dreary clouds.

Gloom hovered closely—too closely. The thorny, dark place where Eris dwelled was alive with evil; the lost inhabitants inflicted unspeakable acts of cruelty upon each other. Their
violent howls and piercing screams were being transmitted to Tara.

Eris was sharing her misery and beseeching help from the one compassionate soul who loved her without condition.

Eris had a hand in every quarrel, feud, or disagreement among the inhabitants of the Goddess Realm. It was Eris's nature to cause conflict and to delight in dissension and discord.

Inanna, the goddess of love and war, had passed on each of her dueling characteristics to her two daughters, Tara and Eris. Countless times, Inanna had intervened on Eris's behalf—using her prominent status to veto the council's decision to punish her wayward daughter. However, when Inanna had ascended to a higher realm, the council was no longer restricted from meting out just punishment for Eris's incessant wrong-doing.

Many lifetimes ago, the goddess council ruled that Eris would be dispatched to the Earthly Realm, forced to roam the land in the guise of a slave. It was the hope of the council that having to assume the form a humbled human being would persuade Eris to mend her ways and return to the Goddess Realm grateful and repentant.

Unfortunately, Eris was not humble; she received wicked enjoyment from her earthly displacement. She misused her remaining goddess powers while on earth and was bent on destroying many lives.

The goddess Kali, the protector of children, was summoned to earth to protect the unborn fetus of a female earthling known as Ajali.

Kali assisted Ajali in destroying Eris with fire and returned her to the Dark Realm, a hideous holding place—a loathsome and eternal prison—for depraved, corrupt souls.

Her mighty victory over Eris completely sapped her strength.
Kali returned to the Goddess Realm and collapsed. The attendants of the goddesses carried Kali to a peaceful chamber where renewal and rejuvenation could be hastened with the calming scent of lavender, which permeated the air. Soft music, with its wondrous healing power, played without cessation while Kali slumbered inside a clear, crystal tomb.

Daily, the goddesses formed a circle around Kali's resting place and chanted the sacred prayer of healing. Mental images of brilliant white light surrounded the sleeping form of the warrior goddess. Despite this daily ritual, Kali's recovery was taking much longer than expected.

Unlike their mother, Tara held a much lower position in the hierarchy of goddesses; her opinion held no weight with the council. Seven times, she'd flung herself at the mercy of the council, advocating on her sister's behalf, and seven times her request had been rejected.

Though Tara sent her sister the telepathic messages that the council had stood firmly by their decision and that there was nothing she could do, Eris persisted in sending the atrocious images and impressions; no doubt taking delight in her sister's soul-wrenching, mournful reaction.