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  No doubt he felt her heated moisture, she simply couldn't help but respond to his gentle touch. Shame flushed her cheeks, "I want to please you more than anything, I've worked so hard to take the trials, and you've been such a wonderful teacher, I desperately hope I pass, I wish to bring no shame upon you."

  "Anokisa...I want you to understand that you mean something to me, beyond an apprentice." He delved his finger into her pussy and drug it through her moisture. "I want you for my wife."

  She gasped, both surprised by the fact that he wanted to marry her and from the dizzying sensations he was causing with his fingers.

  "Do you accept?"

  "Yes, of course yes," she tried not squeal from happiness.

  "Then let us get you through these trials," he said as he pulled his hand from her. She stepped into the pool and dipped beneath it, symbolic for cleansing both her body and soul. On the opposite side of the pool he waited to dry her, carefully patting her with a linen towel before helping her dress.

  She was then lead down a long, torch-lit corridor that descended deep below the temple. Her thoughts were all over the place. Maokliv wanted her for himself. She could barely believe her good fortune.

  The corridor lead to an underground circular chamber. Braziers lit the room and cast shadows across the hieroglpyhs upon the walls.

  Three High Priests welcomed her into the sacred space and lead her to the center. She was instructed to kneel and was given a jeweled encrusted chalice to drink from.

  As she consumed the last droplets of the sweet liquid, the room began to spin.

  "Is it time?" she asked as mist started to rise up from the floor.

  Everything became a blur and though she knew the High Priests were chanting, their voices seemed so far away and distorted that she couldn't make out what they were saying.

  Minutes passed as her heart thudded loudly. The room slowly faded away as light started to pulse, bright and pure. She could no longer hear the priest and knew that she must be beyond the veil, into the land of the ancient Gods.

  She stood slowly and tried to calm her breathing while blinking rapidly, bringing her vision into focus. She inhaled deeply, the air fresh and unfamiliar.

  Her gaze shifted left to right as the strange new world unfolded before her. Trees stretched high into the sky. She leaned her head back and stared upwards for a long moment, admiring the view. She'd never seen anything like it.

  She started forward, forcing one foot cautiously in front of the other. She couldn't believe such a place existed. It was everything Alexandria was not. Dark soil and grass beneath her feet instead of sandstone. Towering trees and foliage instead of palm trees she was used to. Vines everywhere. Even the air was different, thick and smelling of the forest instead of fresh sea air and the cloying scent of oils and incense.

  She walked along, uncertain of how she was supposed to accomplish her task. When she'd questioned Malokiv he said she'd figure it out, that he wasn't allowed to tell her much, only that she'd be facing some of the Dark God's ancient offspring. He also told her that she'd be sent back in time, that she'd walk among the abhorrent creatures and that she'd only have a couple of hours to complete her task before the priests pulled her back into the temple.

  The forest was loud with the sound of insects and animals, at first she hadn't really noticed until everything went eerily quiet.

  She heard a twig break beneath her papyrus sandal and she stopped suddenly.

  The silence unnerved her, it was as if every living thing in the forest had went into hiding...but why?

  Suddenly the air was filled with a high pitched screech as the tree leaves overhead shook violently. A few leaves floated down about her and as she looked upwards, she saw nothing but the sway of the branches.

  She went still as still as the other animals in the forest, daring not to make a sound as a chill of unease slithered down the back of her neck.

  From somewhere behind her another high pitched wail pierced the thick air and she had the horrific sensation of something creeping up behind her.

  She turned swiftly and cupped her hands together, letting her majik flow through her, concentrating it in the form of a small ball of light. It hovered between her palms, ready to be thrown at whatever creature stalking her.

  She darted her eyes back and forth, searching the thick foliage, waiting for the creature to reveal itself.

  Several moments passed before heard footsteps behind her. Again she turned, ready to fight, adrenaline pulsated through her entire body. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she concentrated, keeping her majik on the tips of her fingers.

  "Stop toying with me, I know someone...something is out there," she yelled out, taunting the unseen.

  Leaves rained down upon her as the treetops shook violently once more. Out of no where the form of a man appeared before her, completely nude, his body half covered in tattoos. He glared at her, "Little Priestess, you think I don't know why you are here?"

  "Who are you?"

  "A better question would be, what am I?" His body morphed into a long bird like creature with wings that spanned twice the length of her arms. Its face elongated into a narrow beak, lined with teeth. Its body, covered in scales, supported small webbed feet and four fingered hands.

  Everything about him changed except the eyes. They remained human, aware, lit with hellish fury. His beak opened and he screeched the sound she heard earlier as he flew upwards.

  She sent the ball of majik at it but he was too fast. He flew above the tree tops, out of her sight. As she heard it screeching again from somewhere above, she took off running, to where she knew not, only that she had to get away from the creature.

  He followed her from above, the long rays of sunlight beaming through the foliage would break as he flew ahead of her. She stopped to catch her breath and watched at his shadow fell across the forest floor.

  Backing up against a tree, she held her breath, hoping he would continue to fly away.

  The shadow disappeared, the light once again streamed though the leaves in unbroken golden rays and she dared to exhale a breath while mentally trying to calm herself down.

  Suddenly she felt its hot breath blasting her as it swooshed down in front of her. She screamed as it grabbed her with its beak and as he flew heavenwards, she passed out from the fear.

  She didn't know how much time had passed when she'd awoken, expecting to be elsewhere, somewhere in the land of the Underworld because there was no way the creature hadn't killed her.

  Hesitantly she blinked her eyes open, surprised that she was still alive. She sat up and rubbed at her body where he'd carried her and left her in a cave of some sort. She glanced towards the cave's opening and frowned, watching as the sun was faded against the horizon. The air seemed cooler already and she shivered.

  On each side of the cave bones lined the walls. Human bones. She shivered again.

  Exhaling a soft breath, she semi closed her eyes and let her senses flow out beyond her body, searching for another life form. Seconds later, as if summoned by her majik, the pterodactyl flew into the cave.

  Unprepared for such an attack so soon, she held her hands in front of her face as if to shield herself from him. She desperately tried to summon enough majik to fend it off to no avail. He must have protected the cave with some sort of majik of his own because she couldn't even connect to her own powers.

  The creature flew forward and forced her back upon the pallet made of straw. Its webbed hands circled around her wrists as she lay flat against the floor, pulling her hands away, as if it wanted to see the look of terror on her face before he took her life.

  Knowing that death was upon her, she mustered all of her courage and stared him down. If he was to kill her he would do so without fear, without pleading for mercy.

  He hovered above her, long thin wings flapping on the breeze, causing strands of her hair to wisp about her face, his dark eyes baring down upon her.

  "I wont scream," she said, hoping she could
provoke it into ending her life swiftly.

  Something nagged in the back of her mind, a lesson she'd been given by Malokiv, how he'd taught her to use anything within her means to bring down an opponent. She'd bested one of the other priests while in training not by using her majik but by letting her top accidently fall off her shoulder, exposing her breast to the trainee. It had distracted him enough that she was able to take him down.

  Could her womanly allure work now upon a beast?

  ...he wasn't just a beast, he could also take the form of a man.

  And men could be controlled and conquered with sex, or so she'd assumed anyhow, not that she'd ever been with a man. Or creature.

  With stubborn determination, she lifted her foot and stroked the creatures underside, having no idea how to arouse him, but she had to try.

  It jerked, as if surprised by her soft touch.

  She continued to rub her toes along its scales slowly, caressing it as best she could.

  "If you release my hand I could touch you better..." she said, forcing her voice to be as seductive as possible. "If I am to die here, then at least let me know the touch of a male before I should pass into the Underworld."

  The pterodactyl lowered himself, his feet touched the ground on either side of her. He kept hold of one of her wrists but released the other.

  "Will you transform into man?" she asked hopefully and the creature shook its head no. She nodded as if she didn't care. She lifted her free hand to its chest and rubbed her fingers along the ridged grooves, "I want to please you."

  The creature rolled its head back and she moved her hand upwards, scratching and rubbing his throat.

  She peered down the length of its body as she used her foot to rub between his legs. "Show me your cock," she said, mustering up a bit of courage.

  She felt something new rubbing against her foot, the skin different, smoother and slick, contrasting with its scales. It lengthened, rubbing against her ankle and even further down her leg.

  Anoksia sat up as he released her other wrist. She scooted down the pallet so that she was closer to its protruding cock. She remembered the stories Lyssian had told her about how to touch and stroke one, though she wasn't sure how Lyssian had even known. No doubt she repeated the stories she'd heard from other servants.

  She lifted her hands and wrapped them around the pink flesh, using both hands to stroke along his length. He made little yelpy noises. She quickened her pace, gliding her fingers along the silky smooth stretched skin, marveling at how different it felt compared to his scales.

  Remembering the story about the servant who kissed the Grecian soldier's cock to be allowed out of the palace, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the very end of the creature's cock as the servant had done in the story.

  The creature shivered, its body trembled and she assumed he liked it. She widened her mouth and twirled her tongue around the tip, making loud slurping noises. She stroked him with both hands.

  As she knelt on her knees, she felt one of his sinewy webbed hands pushing between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly and the creature stretched her pussy lips open and found her clit with the tip of its finger.

  She groaned against his cock from the sensations of him touching her so intimately, so gently.

  Closing her eyes, she let her her fantasies play out, thinking of everyone else but the unnatural beast before her. She imagined Malokiv, instantly bringing him to the front of her mind. She thought of the things she'd do to please him, how she'd use her mouth and tongue on him someday.

  She groaned in the back of her throat as she leaned her head back, her mouth moved beneath the creature's cock, her lips caressed the underside while her tongue wiggled from sided to side. She suckled him, moving her mouth back and forth down the length of him, slightly gnawing on his massive erection.

  With the gentlest of touches, the creature brought her to a swift orgasm. She leaned her head back and groaned, her loud moaning echoed throughout the cave. She held onto his cock as she rode out the torrents of bliss that rippled through her, intensified by the creatures gritty tongue flicking out to lap at her nipple.

  She tugged at his rod, using both hands to stimulate him at a rapid pace. He screeched a high pitched sound as his body jerked. Gobs of white fluid shot out from his cock and coated her throat and shoulders. It ran down her body in translucent rivulets and pooled around her knees.

  Anoksia trailed her fingers across her belly through the sticky white cum that coated her. She met his gaze, "If you are to really have me you'll transform. You are too big to mount me, you'd never fit."

  The creature flapped its wings violently and screeched loudly before a dark haze shifted in front of her. As the darkness dissipated, the man from the forest appeared.

  He stared intently at her, the same dark glistening eyes of the pterodactyl.

  She beckoned him forward and as he stepped closer to him, she rose to her feet. Her hands sought his broad shoulders and she pressed down, "It is your turn to be on your knees," she commanded boldly.

  He knelt before her, as if a servant to be commanded to her every whim. She marveled at how she'd gained the upper hand. Now, she only had to use it to her advantage.

  "If you lie on the pallet I'll sit on your lap and let you put your cock in me. I will ride you like an animal..." she smiled at her own wit.

  He smirked in return and stretched out onto the straw. He stroked his cock as he watched her. Carefully she settled down atop him, straddling him without letting his cock touch her, "Mmmm that's right, get it nice and big for me."

  She leaned forward and braced one hand against the floor beside his head, the other stretched out to grab a rock she'd eyed earlier. To distract him from her movements she rubbed her pussy against his cock and hand.

  He gave a little groan and when she was satisfied he was fully distracted, she slung her hand towards his temple, hoping to bash his head in.

  She screamed as her hand froze an inch from his head, still clutching the rock, halted by his majik.

  "Did you think it'd be so easy?" he asked.

  'And this is where I die', she thought. "Yes. I did."

  He seemed to consider her answer then laughed loudly, "You're right. This is where it would have ended for our poor creature." The voice was familiar. Too familiar.

  Malokiv.

  "What! This cannot be real! How are you even here?"

  The tattooed man transformed into her tutor, Malokiv. He laughed at her again, "The High Priest always gives the trial, it's the best kept secret in all of Egypt."

  "I can't believe you tricked me like this," she complained, and then realized she was in a very compromising position. He was still nude beneath her, she nude above him, covered in cum.

  "Part of the test. You pass, by the way." He wrapped his arms around her, "Now close your eyes."

  She squeezed them shut and felt the air brushing against her skin as he majikly moved them to a clearing beside a stream. He carried her into the water and cleaned her skin, lovingly washing her from head to toe. Once they were both clean he entwined his arms around her. "We have another hour or so until we are pulled back to our time. How should we use it...?"

  She grinned provocatively at him as she slid her arms up around his neck, squeezing him to her. "Well, I did promise that you could mount me..."

  Laughing, he slid his arms down her sides and grabbed a hold of her hips. He thrust into her as he licked her mouth, his cock filling her completely. "Mmm," he whispered against her mouth, "that you did."

  Deities & Dinosaurs

  Lyssian's Lovers

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2013

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied or reproduced in any format without prior consent of the owner and publisher of this book.

  Ancient Egypt, City of Alexandria

  Lyssian jerked awake as she heard the loud cry of her mistress. Still half asleep, she tumbled out of her bed and g
roggily rubbed her face. Moonlight poured into the room; dust motes scattered through the air as she hurried across the corridor. As soon as she made it to Anoksia's door, she realized what she'd heard was not the cry of distress, but rather, the sweet cry of release.

  Sexual release.

  She rolled her eyes and sighed, wondering just how many times a couple could mate in one night. Standing in the corridor against a tall column carved with hieroglyphs, she folded her arms, listening as Anoksia and Malokiv ravaged one another. Again. Without her.

  Hmph.

  They had married after Anoksia had taken the trials to become a High Priestess, and had moved into the royal sector, taking Lyssian as her handmaiden.

  To her dismay she'd been given a room across the corridor from her young mistress and her new husband. Up until Anoksia had married, Lyssian had shared the same bed with her and now that things had changed, she was having a hard time adjusting.

  Granted, she was more than pleased that her Mistress was fulfilling her destiny and achieving all that she wanted, but she couldn't help to be somewhat jealous of Malokiv, and all the time they spent together.

  Lyssian always had the foolish notion that once the High Priestess had married, she'd still be a part of her intimate life. She assumed that she would share their bed as she had shared Anoksia's, throughout the years of her service.

  But now, all she did was attend to her boring, mundane duties. Yes, she still bathed her mistress every morning and helped prepare her for temple, but even bathing her young mistress had become boring, because Anoksia was usually so tired from spending the night with Malokiv.

  She sighed with annoyance.

  A sweet, scented breeze flowed through the corridor, cooling her clammy skin. She ran her fingers up the back of her neck and bunched her damp hair, allowing the cool breeze to caress her skin. Beads of sweat formed against her brow. The night had been incredibly hot and now she was wide awake and much too restless to go back to her own room.

  Lyssian stood in the corridor and listened to her mistress scream out Malokiv's name. Listening to them make love, she couldn't help but feel jealous. Jealous that Malokiv was there, instead of her.