Transit of Ishtar

by Natalie Gibson

  She entered a hallway that felt promising. She took a deep breath and smiled. Air conditioning made the air she breathed cold. It felt so good. She was a modern girl and needed some modern comforts right now. She was about to take a few hours in the modern world for herself.

  She sensed what she wanted and gathered energy to work her magic on the guests in room 221. She sent an overwhelming feeling of hunger and boredom to the man. The woman in the room, always naturally bored, needed little persuasion from her mate to get out of the room and go down to the restaurant for a while. They gathered their gear and left the room in a hurry, not seeing Eiran and Nathalia, who held the door open.

  Eiran held the door open for her and she stepped in. Great Mother, this room was big. It was a suite, not just a room, and Nathalia could see the beautiful, golden covered bed through the open doors to her right. Eiran came in just behind her and turned to close and lock the door. Nathalia could feel him working some magic on it, but was too busy examining the room to worry about it.

  The whole wall in front of her was window overlooking the city with the pyramids in the background. In front of that stunning view was a living room furnished with beautiful golden and red and pale green striped couches and chairs. Carved wood tables, an element rare in this area of the world, were generously sprinkled in between the other furniture. Everything was shiny clean and reeked of riches.

  Breathtaking. Nathalia didn't know if she had thought that, or Eiran. She could feel him closing in behind her. His heat reached her before his hand, but only just.

  Eiran wanted to touch every inch of her with every bit of him. He rubbed quickly across her shoulder blades with one hand, then over her shoulder and slowly down her chest. Then pushing her hair up off her neck with his cheek, he kissed the back of her neck, just as he reached her nipple. He brushed over the sensitive brown peak slowly with his fingers and whole palm and then took the full soft weight of her in his hand.

  I need to shower first.

  No. You can bathe after. I will not have you wash away your sweet scent.

  He slid his other palm over the curve of her hip and onto her flat belly. It drifted up across her ribcage, sending shivers up her spine. His thumb brushed the underside of her breast and she made a quick exhale and slow inhale. He was setting her on fire. It drifted low, his pinkie finger just barely brushing the top of the soft curly hair there. He used that hand to draw her back against his much bigger body.

  He continued to kiss her neck, moving around to the side and working on her earlobe. “Turn”' he breathily whispered into her ear. He commanded her in such a way that she wasn't sure if she turned or if he turned her. Either way she was facing him now.

  Your eyes! His pupils were made of flame now. They sparked and shone in a way that made Nathalia think they could glow in the dark.

  “Yes, they reflect the hunger.” Eiran was keeping his own hunger and Nathalia's within him and it was becoming quite an accomplishment. They were both growing exponentially with desire. He was quite literally burning up inside for her.

  He kissed her.

  Great Mother Earth could he kiss. As he deepened the kiss, pushing more of himself into her mouth and taking more of her in his, Nathalia thought that she had never really been kissed before. Whatever she and past lovers had done was child's play compared to this.

  His hands moved up and down her sides, tracing her thin, fit, but still feminine, form. They moved down to traced the line where her buttocks met her legs. Nathalia arched her back, resting her shoulders on the glass window behind her. She made an offering of her breasts and Eiran accepted. He kissed a trail down her neck and chest, flicking his tongue over one and then the other nipple, before settling on the right one. He took the soft smooth skin of her areola into his mouth, running his rough tongue over the ever hardening tip.

  It made her suddenly aware of where that rough touch was about to be. She felt a rush of excitement course from the present location of his mouth, through her belly to the future location of his pleasure giving orifice. The area between her legs answered her thoughts with a surge of molten need.

  Eiran must have felt her desire, because he dropped to his knees in front of Nathalia. He sat back on his feet and looked up at her. His eyes were almost scary. If Nathalia hadn't been caught up in the rush of the moment she might have been frightened. When he saw that she wasn't, that she only had desire in her heart, he moved quickly.

  In one motion he moved his hands between her legs, parted them, lifting her up so that the inside of her knees rested on his shoulders. Now her womanhood was right in front of him. He inhaled her scent deeply and then dipped his head to her. At first he only lapped at her labia, running his raspy tongue over every crevasse and crease. Then he expertly parted her inner lips in an upward motion, lastly drawing his tongue up over her increasingly swollen clitoris.

  Yes, please Eiran. She had trouble forming even those simple words in her mind, but he understood her.

  He pressed her even tighter against his mouth, keeping her in place with one hand on the small of her back. His other hand reached around and back over her leg. He used it to pull her folds open so that he could get better access to her. His fingers held up her hood so that more of those nerve endings were exposed. He began using his teeth to gently pull and her pearl slipped between them over and over.

  Just as she felt a climax coming, he would roughly press against her, squeezing that nodule between his mouth and her own pelvic bone. It sent the gathering energy back out through her body. Her every cell was vibrating when he started the dance again.

  This time, when the warmth started in her arms and chest and worked it's way to her core, he did not stop. She thought she might die if he did. The tingling power continued to pull from her outer parts and concentrate itself there where he was working so hard. She closed her eyes and could see the orgasm forming inside her. It looked like hundreds of fireworks exploding in reverse. When they formed into a tightly packed ball, she started to gasp for air. That ball got heavier and heavier, taking more and more weight from the rest of her body, until she felt she was made of air.

  Then it happened. He let it happen. He made it happen. The ball exploded carrying tingling pieces of Nathalia to every corner of the universe. When she became aware of her physical form again as a whole solid thing, her muscles were contracting quickly and Eiran was feasting, his mouth over her opening.

  The lazy way he lapped at her made Nathalia feel like she was melting. Without her prompting, Eiran carefully spread his wings out again and wrapped her in them. Their position hadn't changed, but she relaxed in the support he made for her. She trembled with aftershocks of her orgasm, as if she could use such a common word to describe what he had given her. It had been so much more than that.

  Yes, it was more. You felt more detail, more layers of your climax than you as a human could ever have felt. We have more senses than sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell. Orgasm is the height of physical experience. Through it comes awareness. It clears the boundaries and shows that separateness is an illusion. Do you know what happened to the women in this area when you climaxed?

  Oh, Great Mother! I forced my feelings out. I made them orgasm, didn't I?

  No. You orgasmed AS every woman. You experienced oneness with the female race. I only held your hunger from you. I did not filter anything else out.

  He was holding up the majority of her weight, but she couldn't stay upright any longer. I have to lay down.

  Eiran did not answer her, but immediately moved them toward the bedroom. He lay her on the bed, gently caressing her with his silky wings as he did. He stepped back and let her legs slide from his shoulders. She lay there limp with her eyes closed for a scarce five seconds before she felt him moving between her knees.

  Her eyes shot open and she tried to sit up. No Eiran. I can't come again.

  Yes you can. Her muscles wouldn't co-operate, but even if they would, Eiran was holding her pressed against the b
ed. His wings made a canopy over them both, but their tips massaged her shoulders. They were a little more prehensile than she had realized. Softly but firmly they held her in place as he used his hands to push her knees apart.

  It's too sensitive.

  Instead of explaining or discussing, he showed her that there was more than one way, more than one hot spot, that could bring her to orgasm. He opened her legs wide, pressing her thighs against the bed with his palms, and put his mouth against her. He was careful to avoid both the over sensitive clit and the easily broken hymen, but he slowly slipped his tongue inside her.

  He rubbed against the slightly swollen erectile tissue of her G-spot with his thin elongated tongue. Nathalia, completely unfamiliar with this type of stimulation, bucked. Or tried to, rather. Her body was like stone and getting heavier with every stroke.

  Eiran lifted her arms up with his wings and held them cinched together on the bed over her head. Holding them there with only one wing was easy when Nathalia was in such a weakened state so he used his other to fondle her breasts. They were so silky soft and smooth and felt so good touching her there.

  Her climax was on her faster this time. It was as different from the other she'd had with Eiran as night was from day. Before she'd felt like air and fireworks. Now she felt like lead, heavy and immovable like the earth herself. Now that she thought about it, that was exactly what she felt like. She was the earth and there was a river of prana flowing through her. Eiran had built a dam and the pressure was building. She started to tremble when she felt the first crack in the dam. When it shattered, pleasure flooded her dry hardened body, filling it with life. Wave after wave washed through her.

  When her sight and feeling came back she found herself grasping Eiran's head, still between her thighs. She stroked his hair as he drank from her fount. He continued to look into her eyes and she realized his eyes had changed yet again. They were like coals. They were dark and smoldering embers with flashes of bright sparks moving across them. The fire had died down a bit, but the heat was still there.

  Before she could blink, Eiran was on top of her. His knees held her thighs open and he pressed his sex against hers. It was hot, in more ways than one. He put his arms around her, one under her shoulders and the other between the mattress and the small of her back. He bent her to his will, smashing their bodies together. His head was in the small of her neck and his thoughts were in her head.

  You are a miracle, my love. You have more prana in you than any other woman I have ever been with. I would gladly give up Ki and Ud to have you beneath me for eternity. You taste delicious, and though I feel like I will never be truly hungry again, I want more of you. Eiran used her hair to tug Nathalia's head to the side, completely exposing her jugular to his exploring mouth. His teeth scraped along her vein and his tongue reached out and lapped at her pulse. The beast in me wishes to know if your blood is as sweet as this. He pushed himself against her clit.

  His sudden aggression, where before he had only been loving, sent a tingle down her spine. It made her sex plump and she thought that if he bit her, she might experience yet another kind of orgasm. She had a heavy emptiness deep inside her that, though she had never experienced it, nor wanted to, would be filled only by him pushing his cock deep inside her. Unable to control herself, Nathalia rocked her hips forward, trying to angle for his entry.

  Eiran tightened his grip on her, “Do not, Ereshkigal”. His command was simple, but his voice was complex. It was strange that he sounded so alien to her. Nathalia found it impossible to move after that. Her body was actually obedient to him.

  For a moment Nathalia thought he might lose whatever internal struggle was going on. She wanted him to bite her and fuck her, both of which were forbidden. She wanted him to break those laws. But then, exhausted, Eiran rolled off of her and on to bed next to Nathalia. They lay close, but not touching. His head turned to the left, hers to the right so they could continue visual connection. “I would normally, after feeding, be quite relieved, my thirst quenched, but, though I am quite satisfied, your hunger still beats at me. You will find Nephilim mating is somewhat different than humans'.”

  You can say that again!

  “You will find Nephilim mating is somewhat different than humans'” Eiran looked at her with a crooked smile when her laughter rang out inside his head. “Our fulfillment comes from the pleasure of our partner, not our own.”

  So, if we stop now, you're completely satisfied without me doing anything for you?

  “You have already given me all that I need, except I am holding back your hunger. Until we get it satiated, I will not be satisfied, because you are hungry. I will have more control over the beast once your needs are filled.”

  Nathalia took a deep breath and sat up, turning on the bed so that she was sitting back on her knees with her feet under her. She avoided looking at his cock, but only directly. It was hard to miss in his current state. She had never gone down on a guy so she was more than a little nervous about it.

  “I am releasing the hunger slowly.”

  As soon as he said it, she felt it rising. It was more gentle this time, but Nathalia got a feeling that it was every bit as ferocious as it was before. Maybe more so. Eiran just had it on a tight leash. His feeding was giving him the strength to hold it.

  Nathalia was hungry and Eiran was a buffet laid out on the bed. He was on his back and his wings were tucked below him as well as they could be. He reclined; his head on his arms crossed behind it, his elbows resting on the carpal joints at the highest part of his wings. Eiran was fit and tan. His smooth skin was taut over his stomach and chest muscles. What little body hair he did have made an arrow. The fletching feathered in from between his nipples, focusing into a thin trail joining his chest hair to his arrowhead of pubic hair, pointing directly to his cock.

  She knee walked down the bed a bit so that when she leaned forward her head was at the right level. She slid her thumb and forefinger from the tip down to the base and was amazed at Eiran's size. She immediately lost her resolve.

  I can't do this. I don't know what I'm doing. And you... you're too big.

  Eiran didn't answer, but she felt the hunger rising again. He had let the leash go a little further. Just like a wild dog, the further it got struggling against it's bonds, the more fiercely it fought to get free. Nathalia felt her incisors lengthen and then immediately retract. Eiran was watching her closely and adjusting her 'dose' of hunger.

  He could feel her desire mingled with her fear. It was a strong aphrodisiac. He had never hoped to enjoy the shy touch of an innocent again. He struggled to control both Nathalia's hunger and the beast within him that roared to be released. It wanted to pin her to the bed and thrust into her tight virgin sheath. He talked to the beast, assuring it that all her orifices were virgin and that eventually he would penetrate them all. Her mouth was first on the menu.

  And just what did you mean... 'any other woman you've been with'? You've been with other women.

  “As have you, Nathalia. Stop stalling. I am losing control over the hunger beast.”

  Maybe that's what I need. Can you help me lose control a little? She had never taken her hand from his shaft and began to move his foreskin up and down. A growl came from inside his chest.

  He spoke in her mind as if he did not trust his voice. I cannot unfurl the hunger for you more, but I can take control if that is what you want.

  Not trusting her own voice, Nathalia nodded. She heard Eiran in her head speaking Sumerian and instantly her body was not her own. She could feel him moving inside her. He did have control. Absolute control.

  Before she knew it, her tongue was out and she was bending over him. Her right breasts dipped onto his upper thigh and her nipple immediately went hard. She froze millimeters away and stared at her hand stroking the length of him. A tiny pearlescent drop appeared on his head and she wanted it. She tried to stretch her tongue out and get it, but he had control. “Look at me, my love.”

  Her gaze
tore away from her mouths goal and locked eyes with him. The flames were gone from his, but she could feel them in her own. Hunger was a roaring fire deep inside her. He had fully released it to her, since he retained control over her body and could dictate the terms of her feeding.

  Eiran held her there, savoring this view. She looked beautiful there with her hair spilling around her face, her eyes glowing with desire staring into his, her breast grazing the delicate hair of his thigh, her mouth open with his pistol so close, her hand moving slowly up and down his length keeping him hard and ready. He sent the image to her mind and she gasped at the sensuality of it.

  She sent him images of her head moving down, her mouth encasing his member. In an instant, his hands were bunched in her hair, fisting great handfuls, pushing her down closer. She couldn't move her eyes from his face, but he provided a picture of how she looked as she inched toward her first feeding of this manner.

  Her tongue was on his tip now and she had her first taste. It was indescribably delicious. It was every good thing she had ever experienced in a drop. It was a sweet high that washed over her. It must be how cold water felt to a man trapped in the desert. It was more than she expected, more than she hoped for.

  Eiran waited until the first wave subsided before moving her onward. He did not want her to miss any part of this first. When the focus came back in her eyes, he pushed her head down slowly around his head. He kept her mouth open, but sealed her soft full lips around his shaft. As he did, she could feel his cock sliding further and further in. It slid along her tongue until it pushed against the back of her throat.

  He pumped her head, testing her throat's opening with his cock. Nathalia started to panic. If he pushed himself all the way in, she wouldn't be able to breath. Eiran allowed her to explore his shaft with the tip of her tongue as he explained, “We do not have to breath. We can live for years beneath the water or earth. We enjoy breathing, like we enjoy eating, but it is unnecessary. It is a fear leftover from your human days that you will die if air does not get to your lungs.”