Terran Times - Atlantis Allure Part 25

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Abojer remembered now. She wasn't like the others. She lost herself in s.e.x. She didn't succ.u.mb to it as often, but when she gave in to her impulses, she was more woman than even he could handle, and he sometimes took on several of the younger girls all at the same time. He thrust into her. His eyes closed. His long boney fingers pulled her head close to his body and he f.u.c.ked her mouth unmercifully.

Oh G.o.d.

Here it comes.

They both had the same thoughts and feelings at the same time. Faster and faster they moved.

"Ahhh!" he yelled as he exploded into her.

She pulled him deep down her throat and swallowed both his c.o.c.k and the hot c.u.m he was squirting into her. His ma.s.sive c.o.c.k swelled as it slid down her throat. Altra concentrated on breathing and not gagging. She fingered herself, rubbing her dainty, pink c.l.i.toris.

Eventually, he finished and she sucked the last bit of c.u.m from his c.o.c.k. It began to shrink up and go limp. He looked down at her as she slurped her lips off his member and looked up at him under that glorious ma.s.s of red hair.

He smiled. "Will that be all, my lady?"

"Oh, Abojer, not by a long shot. I intend to keep you here until the sun rises in the east."

Abojer rolled his eyes skyward.

Altra caressed his s.c.r.o.t.u.m. "Do you think you're up to it?" she asked, with an impish grin on her lips. "You're not as young as you once were, you know."

"Neither are you, my lady. But experience has a lot to be said for it." He grinned down at her from that cadaverous ugly face. "If you think you're up to it, I d.a.m.n sure can keep up with you."

She rose gracefully from the floor. They embraced and kissed in silence. Their tongues searched for each other.

She led him to her sleeping pallet. She pushed him down, gently and he maneuvered his body into the middle of the large surface. They pushed the numerous pillows off onto the floor.

She climbed up onto the bed at his head and rubbed her p.u.s.s.y against his head. Slowly, she moved forward until her whole crotch covered his face. He went to work. He was very skilled. His chin rubbed her c.l.i.t, his nose entered her a.s.s, and that tongue, that was almost as impressive as his c.o.c.k, slipped up into her v.a.g.i.n.a.

"Oh G.o.d...," she moaned softly. Her hips began to move rhythmically as he pleasured her. He licked everything, and that ugly face was just made for this kind of lovemaking. She shuddered as her body began to twitch. Slowly, slowly, she approached her first real o.r.g.a.s.m in a long time. Her body began to perspire in the cool evening air.

"Oh!" Her body shuddered in ecstasy as a ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.m radiated out from her c.l.i.toris. "Ohhhhh...." Another one. She looked down at his body. That ma.s.sive c.o.c.k with the b.u.mps and veins covering it was standing straight up. G.o.d it was big. The glans was peeking out from under the foreskin. It was a deep purple color.

She moved back, giving Abojer a chance to breathe, then she leaned over, dangling her lovely full b.r.e.a.s.t.s just above his face. He flicked out that long tongue to tickle her left nipple. It was hard and ready for his attention. She leaned over farther so he could reach her and suck those soft pink pillows into his hungry mouth. He swirled his tongue around each nipple, licking and sucking on first one, then the other. Altra felt another o.r.g.a.s.m approaching.

Somehow, Abojer knew, too. He reached his hand up between her thighs to find that most sensitive of organs. As he touched it, her whole body shuddered once again and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggled above his face.

Altra raised her head to look down at the rest of his body, specifically to see how his c.o.c.k was doing. It was waving at her as they squirmed against each other. She crawled down to take it, once again, in her mouth. But this time, she planted her p.u.s.s.y directly on Abojer's mouth, too. Ah, what a talented man.

Her a.s.s bounced up and down as he sucked her nether lips into his mouth, swirling his tongue over and around her c.l.i.toris. She was shuddering continuously now. Her hips writhing as they ground against his face. She almost forgot that she had that marvelous c.o.c.k in her mouth until he thrust it upward into her throat.

It was time to get him inside of her. She crawled down further and poised her dripping p.u.s.s.y over his ma.s.sive, thick, tall, b.u.mpy, vein enveloped, purple c.o.c.k and suddenly, dropped herself onto it, impaling herself. It was so big, it hurt on that first thrust, but it felt so good at the same time that she pulled up and did it again. They got into a coordinated rhythm. Since he had just c.u.m, he was able to keep going for what seemed an eternity.

He grabbed the cheeks of her a.s.s and helped guide her up and down as he thrust up into her. Those b.u.mps rubbed against the sides of her cave and even brushed her c.l.i.toris. At one point, she had to slam down on him and stop for a moment with him all the way up inside her. She didn't remember him being this big before, but she was thankful for it. They continued to f.u.c.k gloriously for what seemed forever, until she felt him swell inside her and noticed his thrusts speeding up. Faster and faster and more violently he pounded up into her.

She reached down to caress his b.a.l.l.s. They tensed up as his body prepared to deliver a glorious climax inside of her. She couldn't help it as a little scream escaped her throat when he ripped into her over and over again. Then the dam burst and that mighty organ of pleasure began to pump a steady stream of s.e.m.e.n up into her deepest recesses.

"Oh my G.o.d!" she shouted. She raised her arms skyward. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Her body twitched and bucked against his as he continued to thrust upwards. But all good things must end eventually. She finally sat down on him as he also relaxed. They were both breathing heavily and sweating profusely. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. He looked up at her. A little drop of perspiration dripped off the end of her nose. They smiled at each other. He began to shrivel up inside of her and his great instrument started to go limp.

She finally pulled off, dripping c.u.m all over him. She turned and smiled down at him, lowering herself to embrace and kiss him. "That was good," she whispered.

"Altra, you're so much better than the younger girls. You're worth the wait."

They lay on the bed, side by side, as their breathing returned to normal.

"Why do you wait so long to call on me?"

Altra thought about it for a moment. "I'm not sure. Depriving myself seems to make it more exquisite when we do get together. I don't want to wear you out, either."

"Some of the younger girls try. They're after me all the time. But the hierarchy has its limits, you know. One girl cannot have me service her every night."

"Yes, I know. That's another reason, I suppose. The youngsters have those raging hormones, don't they? You have to take care of them. I'm just a mature old lady. I'll probably be entering menopause soon."

"My lady, you are still the most beautiful dancer here. Probably anywhere. They all wish to emulate you, but none of them even comes close. You're performances are always standing room only, while most of the others barely fill the temple. And it's not only your beauty, you know. Your skill in the dance is legendary as well."

"Thank you, Abojer." She knew he was right. She had worked hard to perfect her dance skills and practiced before her mirrors constantly.

They slept for a time.

They made love several more times before the Moon set.

As Luna began to slide below the Atlas Mountains in Western Atlantis, she crouched on her hands and knees. He slid that ma.s.sive pole into her from behind. Her voluptuous b.r.e.a.s.t.s swayed beneath her torso as they made slow, gentle love. She was sore from all that intercourse, but it was worth it. Her body was relaxed in ways that were usually impossible.

How he was able to perform like that was a mystery to her. He would be on call again soon and the young girls would be all over him. She was sure he would be able to continue somehow.

They finished with one last muted o.r.g.a.s.m and a squirt of s.e.m.e.n into her inner recesses. She invited him to join her in her bath and he accepted.

Then he was gone.

She reclined in the middle of her tousled bedclothes. Her attendants knew enough to leave her alone. She slept all day and rose with the Moon.

THE MOON PRIESTESS.

Laura Tolomei Fire from the sky burned the silent city. The earth shook uncontrollably, unable to stop. Sea waves rose to impressive heights, pouring ma.s.ses of water on the helpless population. Grayness covered sunlight, spreading a filthy mist over the sky. Nature was being violated in a terrifying way, yet she was powerless to stop the destruction.

People ran everywhere screaming for mercy, but there was none. The tall buildings crumbled to pieces, like toys crushed by an adult's careless hand. Stones fell down, forever burying terrified people. Like in a dream, he watched her struggle to safety. But she did not run far. She turned to check if he was following. That was her undoing. Something fell on top of her, weighing down and cutting off all air. She tried screaming, but no words came out. No one would hear anyway, too busy trying to save their own skin. She was going to die, she realized suddenly, without having accomplished half the things she wanted. Life is really unfair, she thought with a last flicker of awareness. She struggled some more, then went still.

As if following her example, the rest of the world also slowed down, until nothing moved any more. Everything stood still, in silent antic.i.p.ation of the final act. And it did not have to wait too long. Cold winds swept the plains, while temperatures quickly dropped below acceptable levels. The world froze, forever silent under the heavy ice whiteness, all signs of life and civilization eternally buried underneath.

She screamed again and again, waking up from the dream. Though she had taken action to change the future portrayed in the dream, it still haunted her as if warning of something else. With a sigh, she got up and went to the temple's open s.p.a.ce. Slender white columns enclosed the sacred area where ceremonies were held. She peered through the columns, her gaze sweeping over the fields in the distance, bathed with the moon's pale glow.

A little bit further, she caught the sea's glittering reflections, its slow waves adding to the illusion. The warm night seemed peaceful under the soft light and she was almost tempted to drown in the darkness, leaving the world behind. But she knew better. With a sigh, she turned around and faced the Temple's other side.

Atlantis rose beneath her, impressive in its stony beauty made softer by the moon's glow. Tall buildings dominated the city, imposing structures of fine sandstone, which reflected a warm brownish color. From the temple, she saw some parts of the city lit by torches that, mingling with the moon's glow, created odd flickering games of lights and shadows.

She loved Atlantis, born and raised on its green plains, trained inside its tall buildings that dotted the countryside. With one sweep of her gaze, she embraced it all. Atlantis was built in a great valley surrounded by hills, which gave the impression that she wore an impressive crown. All the temples were outside the city on the hilltops, as if, being physically higher, the G.o.ds could protect the city better.

The Moon and Sun temples, Atlantis's main wors.h.i.+p, faced each other on opposite hills. One was built in white washed stone, the other a bright yellow that made the sunrays dance. Otherwise, they were almost identical twins. The temples had stood there for generations, she had been told countless times, to protect the city from harm. Her family had lived here for generations and, now that she was the only one left, she could think of no other place in which to live. And yet...

"Keylar, honey," a male voice called.

She turned around and again the moon confounded her. His beautiful face looked at her with concern.

"Keylar," he repeated. "It's late."

"I know, but I couldn't sleep."

"The nightmare again?"

She nodded.

He stretched out his arms. "Come here, honey," he said softly.

She shook her head. That was the last thing she wanted, to drown into his sensual magic...especially after what had happened.

"Honey," he took a step forward. "Please come here."

"No, Vyler, you don't want me."

"That's not true, Keylar" he protested, black eyes blazing even in the darkness "I never said-"

"You don't need to say anything. I saw how you looked at him and it's probably only a matter of time before-"

"What you fear most has already happened."

He took another step forward and stood in front of her, so close she could smell his breath.

"But I still want you."

Standing on the temple's inner fold, high above Atlantis yet surrounded by its magical glow, they had the illusion of being suspended in time and s.p.a.ce. Then again, the Moon Temple had always been magical by its own right, protecting the city from harm. Innumerable generations had come up the hill and climbed the thousand steps to offer gifts to the Moon, to ask for forgiveness or simply for a brighter future. The Moon G.o.ddess listened to all, blessing very few. Yet people kept streaming in, regardless of the result.

"You are the most sacred of Priestesses," Vyler said, his hand gently stroking her long hair. "And the most beautiful."

No more time to run away. Helpless, Keylar watched herself, as if from afar, being pulled close to Vyler, his mouth looking for hers. His lips pressed against hers, while his tongue gently pushed its way inside. She fought back at first, her tongue engaging in silent battle with his, both striving for control. But of course, she knew exactly who would win.

Vyler's hands traveled on her body, removing all the annoying clothing blocking the way. She sighed, a part of her wanting him to stop, another pus.h.i.+ng him forward.

"I love you, Keylar," he whispered in her ear when he was finally able to pull away from her sweet mouth.

"I don't believe you," she shot back.

"Ah, darling, love is not a one way street," his hand ran down her bare back, cupping a round b.u.t.tock almost possessively. "And to share is the first rule of real pleasure."

Keylar had no time to answer.

He kissed her again, this time harder, his tongue ravaging her soft mouth, demanding her complete submission. He pushed her down on her knees, holding her head tight and guiding it to the bulge pressing against his cotton pants. He undid the lace and Keylar's mouth closed on him, her tongue wrapping around his long length.

She felt the soft skin, the throbbing edge and his need for release. But it was not like she thought.

After a few minutes, he stopped her. "I don't want this, honey," he said huskily. "I want you." Again, he pushed her gently until she lay on the floor. The moon's glow hit her body and, for a moment, Vyler contemplated the slim beauty, the long dark hair that provocatively concealed the interesting parts, the incredible green eyes now full of desire. He dropped on his knees, unable to keep his hands off her breast. The nipple rose hungrily, begging for a deeper touch. "Your body still wants me, regardless of what happened."

"My body shouldn't command me," she said angrily.

"I think your body knows more than your mind ever will." He bent down, his mouth traveling slowly on the silky skin. She smelled faintly of lemon and tasted slightly sour. Reaching her breast, his thumb stroked the nipple. Fascinated, he watched the reactions.

When his mouth replaced his fingers, she sighed deeply, her back arching for closer contact. He continued to lavish attention on the nipple, his tongue rubbing against it, sometimes gently biting the edge, then sucking the erected peak. She moaned, muscles tense under his expert touch, desire shooting through the veins. She was rapidly losing all sense of reality, completely drowned in the magical web only Vyler spun with such expertise. His hand traveled on her flat stomach, his mouth not far behind, then dipped down. The first touch was heavenly and Keylar almost screamed her pleasure.

"Not yet, my love," he said huskily, taking his hand off.

"Please, Vyler," she begged. "Take me."

He shook his head, still wanting to taste more before giving her sweet release. His mouth resumed its travel, finding its way down the valley, pa.s.sing close to the hard bud that throbbed with desire, but ignoring it at first. Then, changing his mind, he returned to it and a fleeting flicker of the tongue was enough to feel her body s.h.i.+ver violently. He returned on the throbbing hardness, his mouth now closing on it firmly, fingers testing the silky wet entrance that beckoned him.

She screamed, pleasure running up and down her body, her tense muscles relaxing all together.

He quickly raised his head and traveled to her mouth. Vyler wanted Keylar to taste her own salty flavor, while pus.h.i.+ng his way into her softness. She had no time to react. He slipped inside almost immediately, leading in the rhythmical dance.

Keylar soon adjusted to the movement, responding to every thrust, while he made her taste herself. Keylar's breath caught in his mouth just like her scream as she peaked again, then again until he could not take it anymore and spilled his seed into her.

For several moments after, neither could move. s.e.x had always been the best feature of their relation, ever since coming together almost ten years before. At that time, Keylar was being carefully trained by her mother, the official Moon Priestess. This rank was the highest in Atlantis's hierarchy because the moon was the most important deity, its power believed to outs.h.i.+ne even the sun's.

In fact, the Atlantis people were convinced a moon ray had created their city. At the time, so the story went, the moon was not the Earth's satellite, but simply a star traveling on its own. One of its rays casually hit the valley and created the magnificent city. The Moon was so impressed by its creation that it chose to remain close to Earth so that she could admire Atlantis every night. And the G.o.ddess helped its beloved city. The vast land around it was prosperous. Harvests were plentiful, poverty was unknown and everyone had more than enough to eat. Their society was a s.h.i.+ning pillar of civilization, highly cultured and refined. And all thanks to the Moon.

For that reason, the Moon Priestess was at the top of Atlantis's social structure. She was considered a bridge between the material Earth and the Divine realm above. The ritual ceremonies she conducted helped the people feel better about themselves and their civilization in general. She led them in prayers, in sacrifices and in blessings. People also believed she talked to the Moon itself, receiving instructions and guidelines. In the end, her position far outweighed the Sun Priest, the s.h.i.+ny star not as important in Atlantis life.

Vyler had fallen in love with Keylar a long time before he became Sun Priest. He used to watch the young girl from the hills near the temple, admiring her slender body and the serious expression with which she followed her mother's instructions. She was not a beauty in any cla.s.sical definition, maybe too thin, her face too chiseled. Yet her body called for s.e.x with its every movement.

He watched her for hours, fascinated by the sensual swaying of the hips, the elegant gestures of the hands, lost in erotic daydreams. It took him some time to muster enough courage to actually go to the Moon Temple and introduce himself. Keylar was very young at the time, but customs dictated that the Moon Priestess explore life's most sacred mysteries since early on. s.e.x only added to her magical powers, especially the one to intercede with the deity itself. The more s.e.xual experiences, so the belief went, the more the Priestess could convince the Moon to protect and bless Atlantis.

Vyler had no trouble to claim her for his own. Not in an exclusive sense, of course. The Moon Priestess could not belong to any one man. Instead, she would give herself to whomever caught her fancy, freely disposing of her body however she pleased. Still, she had fallen in love with him, perhaps because he had been the first or because he was just so beautiful. Vyler's dark beauty made many heads turn, not just the women's, though he seldom noticed.

Having no obligations as a Sun Priest, he strayed little from Keylar's side, probably because she was all he had ever loved. So they had started living together, at first not on regular basis, then it became a habit. They loved each other's company, enjoying the freedom that came with their positions and with their own inner inclinations.

This arrangement had worked just fine, until recently. Things are changing too fast, Keylar thought dejectedly, since the other one came into our lives. The world was going to fall apart, yet here came someone, out of nowhere, who wanted to divert precious energies from her efforts to save the people and the city. It seemed unfair.

"Honey," he rolled off her, stretching at her side. "It's not him, it's what he says," he argued reasonably.

"But you love him," she turned to him, her green eyes questioning. "Don't you?"

He sighed deeply, images rus.h.i.+ng in unwanted. Yes, Jaydon had shown him a new way of loving, one he had not wanted to explore before. Actually, Vyler had never been attracted to men. Women were more to his taste, silky and curvy, soft creatures to conquer. So with men he had no experiences, always keeping a safe distance, at least until Jaydon. He was different from any man he knew and not just in a physical sense.

Reasoning later, Vyler could never tell what exactly happened or why Jaydon unleashed such a reaction on him. Yet, when he saw him standing on one of Atlantis's hills, bathed in sunlight, something hit Vyler's stomach and drained his lungs of air. He had walked up that hill not really looking around, not wanting to see anything else, his gaze fixed on the beautiful creature in front of him. Then Jaydon had looked his way and things had never been the same since.

s.e.x on Atlantis was vital. People knew just how important it was and not merely for reproduction. That is why no one questioned s.e.xual choices. Everyone was free to enjoy s.e.x with whomever. Whether they shared the same gender or had opposite ones, it really made no difference to the establishment. Yet Vyler had always steered clear of those men who sent him longing glances. His beauty attracted many of them, but he believed he had no inclination, particularly no desire, to experience a man.

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