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  Deities & Dinosaurs

  Natasha Hunter

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  Anaoksia and the Pterodactyl

  Ancient Egypt, city of Alexandria

  Anoksia rolled her head from side to side, restless in her sleep as she dreamed of animal masked men trying to capture her as she ran down a long, columned line street. Their hands grabbed at her, tugging at her clothing but she never stopped even as they ripped the fabric from her body.

  Her lithe form twisted in the linen sheets that covered both her and her handmaiden, Lyssian. Sweat beaded her forehead, her inky black hair clung to her face and as one of the tallest masked men tightly wrapped his hand around her arm and jerked her to him, she awoke suddenly. Her heart thudded in her chest and her breathing was raspy, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath.

  She forced herself to calm down and push the horrifying nightmare from her mind as she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them.

  "Priestess? Are you ill?" her handmaiden asked in a sleepy voice.

  "I am fine, Lyssian. I had a bad dream." She pushed her tangled hair from her face while exhaling a slow, calming breath.

  "You've had many of those lately..."

  "Malokiv says it is to be expected. He says I must face my enemies, both in the waking and dream world, that I should show no fear, and once I master my use of majik, then and only then will I be a true Priestess worthy of serving the Pharoah."

  Lyssian sighed dreamily, "And when you take your trials and pass them, we will be moved into the royal sector." Her expression was smug. A handmaiden to a royal Priestess was something Lyssian had hoped for since becoming a servant in the Temple.

  Anoksia winced at the mention of the trials, her brows drew together as a look of worry washed across her delicate features, "If I pass them. Many do not."

  "But you will," Lyssian said confidently, "Everyone says you are Malokiv's favorite for a reason." Lys sat up in the bed and stroked her hand along Anoksia's back to soothe her. "You shouldn't worry so much. Here, let me relax you." Her hand crept beneath the soft fabric of the Priestess's night dress, her fingers traced the crease of her backbone, giving long, relaxing strokes. She used her thumbs to kneed her skin, massaging deeply.

  Anoksia pulled the thin night dress up over her head and dropped it to the stone floor beside the bed. She pulled her hair across one shoulder and threaded her fingers through her long silky strands while Lyssian massaged her back. Soon her muscles relaxed and the tension she'd been holding in all day ebbed.

  As Lyssian moved her hands to Anok's shoulders, she placed her lips against the Priestess's neck. "Will you lie down for me, I will be able to relax you even more if you stretch out onto your stomach."

  Anoksia twisted around and stretched out across the soft mattress. The cloying scent of fragrant smoke from the braziers mingled with the perfumed oil that Lyssian poured onto her back. She sighed a sweet sound of relaxation as she felt the handmaiden's hands rubbing down her back.

  Lyssian climbed over Anoksia, straddling her lower back so that she could massage both her shoulders at the same time. She caressed the Priestess lovingly, kneading in the warm oil, her fingers gliding easily across her supple skin.

  "Mmmm, you know just how to touch me, Lyssian."

  "You are easy to touch, I am so grateful that you are my mistress. I shudder to think if I was given to Jaska! She is as big as hippopotamus in the Nile and has the disposition of twenty cobras!" Lys leaned down, lying flat across Anok's back as she kissed the side of Anok's neck. "You are sweet and kind and beautiful, all of the handmaiden's are so jealous that I am yours."

  "We do go well together."

  Lyssian pulled her night shirt off and tossed it onto the floor atop Anok's, then grabbed the glass bottle of oil. She poured a generous amount into her palms and rubbed them together, then grazed her slicked fingers along her own torso, taking her time around her nipples. She squeezed them, getting them hard, moaning at how sensitive they already were. As she massaged the oil into her skin, she started to grind against Anoksia's bottom provocatively. The priestess moaned softly, "Will you tell me a story?"

  The maiden shimmied her way down Anoksia's legs and parted them, settling in between them. She poured the warm oil onto the priestess's buttocks then ran her fingers through the scented oil, spreading it all across her lower back and cheeks, "Yes, would you like to hear of Sobek and his lover?"

  Anoksia murmured something between an answer and a sigh, already inflamed by her handmaiden's touch.

  "One night a young palace slave wandered away from the royal sector, bribing one of the guards to let her leave by letting him have her way with her."

  "What did she do?" Anok asked, wanting to hear the sultry details.

  "She took the guard behind one of the columns and put her hand around his cock." Lyssian squeezed Anok's buttocks as she leaned her head down, darting her tongue out to lap at the crease running down the length of her bottom. She wiggled her tongue, tasting the oil then lifted her chin. "He was a beautiful soldier with the blood of Alexander's people running through him."

  The priestess groaned at the feel of her handmaiden's expert tongue teasing her. "What did he do?" she asked in a raspy voice.

  "He put his hands through her hair then pushed her down. He wanted to feel her mouth on his cock instead. The young servant fell to her knees and wrapped both hands around his lengthy cock. She suckled and kissed his cock, putting as much of it into her mouth as she could." Lyssian spoke seductively, knowing the affect her wicked naughty words were having on her mistress. "She rolled her tongue around it like this," Lys traced slow lazy circles across Anok's bottom then wiggled it between her fleshy lobes, probing her warmth. She flicked her tongue across Anok's tight little asshole, moving the tip around teasingly.

  "Oh..." she moaned, "did he like it?" she asked as she parted her legs, wanting to feel more of Lyssian's tongue. Her fingers curled into the soft sheets above her head, her body felt like fire was licking its way through her from the inside out. Every nerve tingled.

  "Mmm hmm he loved it. She knew exactly what to do to make him spill his seed." Lys ran her thumb around the priestess puckered hole in between licks, "She was relentless as she devoured his rod, she used her hands to help stroke him into her mouth while she sucked him." Lys clamped her mouth onto one of Anok's cheeks and sucked her flesh into her mouth then licked the spot with the flat of her tongue.

  The priestess writhed against the mattress, twisting beneath Lys, grinding her body in a slow rhythm. "And did he? Did he spill his seed?"

  "All over her tongue. She drank every bit he gave her then suckled him for more." Lys slid her fingers lower, delving into Anok's little honey pot. Her fingers glided over her pinkest parts, rubbing between her slippery folds.

  "And then what happened?"

  "He let her leave the royal sector and she ran away into the night. She ran as fast as she could towards the water."

  "Because she wanted to find Sobek?"

  "She did. She had heard many stories of the River God, how he had the head of an crocodile but the body of a man. She wanted to lay with him."

  "But why!"

  "So that her children would be demi gods and that she would live a wonderfully protected life as one of his wives, of course." Lys circled her fingertip around Anoksia's clit, eliciting a groan.

  "But to marry a croc h
ead, how ghastly."

  "But think of his cock, mmmm." Lyssian toyed with Anok's clit while rubbing her asshole with her thumb. "The cock of the River God is long and thick and very powerful. Plus he has the body of a man- and god."

  "Mmm true. So then what happened?" she half asked, half groaned.

  "The young girl finally made it to the Nile and walked along its bank under the full moonlight, calling out to Sobek. When he did not reply, she thought she waded into the water. Instantly she felt hands moving up her legs, caressing her gently. She dared not move nor look down for fear of losing her nerve. His hands moved higher and delved between her legs, seeking her sex."

  "Mmm."

  "Sobek spun her around and parted her legs. She could feel his hands all over her and then suddenly...."

  "Yes?"

  "Sobek shoved himself into her forcefully." Lys slid two fingers into Anoksia's soaking wet cunt. "He held her by the hips and plowed himself into her, over and over." The handmaidens fingers twisted as she fingered her mistresses pussy, gliding them in and out of her warm tight tunnel.

  "Oh Jupiter! I can't take it anymore," Anoksia panted, "It feels so good."

  "But it can always feel better..." the handmaiden pushed at Anok's legs, giving enough space so that she could twist around on the bed and slide her head beneath the priestess's legs. She lapped at Anok's labia, wiggling her tongue around her syrupy sweet folds while using her fingers to stimulate Anoksia's ass, giving her dual pleasure.

  Anok rolled her hips, grinding herself against Lyssian's willing tongue. She groaned loudly, savoring the feel of the luscious handmaiden's attention. She imagined the story playing out in her head, instead of the palace servant it was she who was kneeling in front of the Grecian soldier. It was her mouth giving pleasure to the man and she was the one who was in the water being taken by the River God.

  The River God....she imagined his sinewy, over sized perfect body, rippling with muscles and a cock that would fill her completely. She let the fantasy play out, imagining Sobek's dark bronzed scaled snout grazing along her back as he impaled her with his massive cock.

  A loud moan filled the air as Lys's tongue and fingers brought her to orgasm. The blissful sensations swept through her body like a raging current, her sex flooded her handmaiden's mouth with sweet sensual nectar.

  Rolling over onto her back, she held her hand to her bare stomach as she lay there, trying to catch her breath. Her handmaiden giggled, "Did I please you, priestess?"

  "Very much so," she grinned, her heart still beating erratically.

  Lyssian leaned over and gave her a long, sensuous kiss, giving her a taste of her most private parts. The warmth of the Egyptian air caressed their bare skin as they tangled up in one another, their tongues gently caressing, fighting for dominance.

  Anok broke the kiss while raking her fingers through the girls hair. "Lyssian, do you ever want...." she paused to kiss the girl's throat, "...to be with a man?"

  "I am yours, mistress, it is forbidden to be with another, you know that." Her dark eyes lingered on her Anok's face, filled with lust.

  "Yes but, someday, if I pass the trials that is, I will be allowed to take male lovers you know," Anoksia said as she slid her fingers between her handmaiden's sex, feeling around for that perfect spot that brought them the most pleasure. "Don't you want that experience for yourself?"

  "I guess I'd like to have a man rutting between my legs someday," she gave an enormous, satisfied smile as Anok stroked her clit with little circles, "But you give me so much pleasure I rarely ever think about it." She whimpered as Anok stuck a finger into her tight little hole while rubbing her clit. "I am so fortunate that you want to give pleasure as well as receive it!" Most other mistresses wouldn't even bother to give back, they considered the handmaidens there for their bidding alone, once they got what they wanted, they were dismissed. She knew that her relationship with the priestess was different than most, and she was beyond grateful.

  "Perhaps we can share him," Anoksia said in between long licks across her handmaiden's taut stomach. She licked her way up and took a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with the tip of her tongue while she continued to finger her. "Would you like that? Perhaps we can have our own Grecian guard and we can seduce him together."

  The handmaiden cast her dark gaze upon the priestess, eyes half-lidded, heated with want, "Anything to please you, mistress."

  "Yes, but do you want it for yourself, Lyssian? Do you want to feel a man's big cock here?" she asked as she furiously worked her fingers in and out of the girl's wet pussy.

  "Yes! Oh sweet Isis, yes! I want his cock," she pleaded mindlessly. "I want to feel his cock inside!"

  "Would you let him take you here?" she asked as she slid her fingers from the girl's pussy and down below, probing her ass with the tip of her finger.

  "Anywhere he pleases," she groaned, "I will let him do anything he wants to my body."

  Anoksia licked her way down Lyssian's body then straddled her head, her own mouth poised just above the girl's pussy. She extended her tongue and wiggled it between the girl's glistening folds. "Will you let him kiss you like I kiss you?" She did another long lick through the girl's pink swollen lips, tasting her sensual juices, "Like this?"

  "Yes!"

  Anoksia felt Lyssian's hands snaking up around her waist, pulling her down onto her mouth. She moaned against Lyssian's clit as she felt her own clit tingling as Lys sucked it into her mouth.

  They feasted upon one another, eating at a frantic pace until the sensations became unbearable, the exquisite pleasure almost torturous.

  Anok felt Lys jerk beneath her and knew the girl was cumming. She delved her fingers deeper into her cunt as she fanned her tongue round and around Lys's sensitive clit, enjoying the flooding of silky warm wetness that smeared across her face.

  Seconds later Anok rubbed her pussy harder against Lys's tongue in a steady rhythm until the repetitive, delicious friction brought her to a screaming orgasm.

  The girls broke apart, Anoksia fell back onto the mattress with a satisfied groan, "I can only hope that someday, a man will know how to please me as you do, Lyssian." She grinned sweetly to her handmaiden, "and somehow I'm having a difficult time thinking such a thing can be possible!"

  The following morning the Sun God Ra pulled a blazing hot sun from beneath the horizon, painting the dark sky with pastel colors, reds, oranges, and bright golds.

  Anoksia rose early and with the help of her handmaiden, took a quick bath in the water-filled caldera. Afterwards, she was wrapped into a linen towel and lead to her bed where she reclined and spread her legs. Her maiden knelt before her and rubbed her body down with essential, flower scented oil then spent over an hour removing hair from between her thighs.

  Lyssian rubbed her fingers along Anoksia's slit, satisfied with her work. "All done, mistress."

  Anok sat up and threaded her fingers through her shoulder length hair, "Thank you Lyssian, I hope High Priest Malokiv approves."

  Lyssian stood to help her dress, "I still think it is an insult for him to check if you are bare."

  Anokisa shrugged, "These are the laws we must live by. I dare not disobey him. Anyhow, is it such a chore to ready me for temple?" She smiled mischievously, absently stroking her finger down the length of her bare nether lips.

  The handmaiden gave a snort, 'Hmph. He just wants to touch you intimately. In fact, I bet he hopes to be your first male lover! That is why he is pushing you so hard in your training!"

  The priestess widened her eyes as if she'd never considered it. "Malokiv? As a lover? But..." she conjured him to mind and gave a sigh of longing. "Surely you jest, there is no way he'd take me as a lover! He is so powerful and wise. There is absolutely no way he considers me anything more than a student."

  Lyssian rolled her eyes, "I'm sure he wants you as a student. In his bed!"

  Anoksia entered into the temple wearing a thin, gold colored linen dress with a braided belt sinched around her waist.
Earlier, Lyssian had painted her face and drew henna tattoos along her thighs and arms for good luck.

  Today was the day she'd been preparing for all these years. Today she'd face her darkest, deepest demons and conquer them so that she could join the royal priest and priestess that guarded the Pharoah and his family. If she succeeded, she and Lyssian would be moved into the royal sector and live among the most trusted of the Pharoah's people.

  Her papyrus sandals barely made a sound as she stepped into the sanctuary and waited obediently by the entrance, her head lowered in subservience. She stole a glance to him beneath the fan of her dark lashes, admiring the length of his sun kissed body. He wore a linen wrap around his waist and papyrus sandals upon his feet. An ankh of gold hung from his throat from a long golden chain, laying flat against his muscular chest.

  High Priest Maolkiv dismissed those in the room and once they were alone, he summoned her to the statue of Sobek.

  "Anoksil," he smiled benevolently to her as he stretched his hand out, palm facing up.

  "Hem Netjer," she responded softly, the title given to High Priest, meaning 'servant of God'. She slipped her smaller hand into his and followed him towards the pool of water in the center of the room. Torch light flickered at each corner of the pool, lotus flowers floated across the surface of the water. Incense perfumed the air.

  "Are you pure?" he asked, "Of both body and mind."

  She nodded, "I am."

  "Disrobe."

  She slipped off her clothing as quickly as possible and slid out of her sandals, leaving them in a little pile in front of the pool. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she felt his gaze raking across her lithe body. He pulled her closer to him and ran his big palm from her shoulder to her breast, then lower across her taut abdomen. She sucked her her breath as his meaty fingers glided lower, across her mound.

  "You are pleasing, Anoksia."

  With a trembling breath she lifted her kohl lined gaze to meet his, "Pleasing? You mean to the Gods?"

  "To me," he replied as he slid his fingers lower across her fleshly folds.