Ishtar Rising

by Natalie Gibson

  Billy took off his clothes and handed them to Melody. She folded first the shirt and then the pants and boxers and put them on the car. His shoes went beside his pile of clothes on the hood. He rolled his shoulders and neck, kicking out his legs and shaking out his arms. He was thin and very tall with the tan to match his gardening obsession. He sometimes joked that the sun was forcing his hair and skin to the same shade of brown, but did it by lightening one while darkening the other.

  The rest of him, no matter how tall he grew, would never catch up to his hands, feet and ears. His face was pleasant with an easy smile and brown eyes that sparkled and was framed by perpetually messy 'devil may care' light brown hair. His eyes, nose, mouth and ears were all extra large, giving him a somewhat adolescent appearance, like he hadn't grown into them yet. She wanted to say something about 'all the better to see, smell, hear and taste her with'.

  He turned his face up to the moon and closed his eyes. Billy began to shake. Then he started to convulse. His head whipped this way and that, like he was trying stretch his neck further than was possible. His bones made a snapping noise and Kay gasped. His knees bent back in the wrong direction and he dropped to all fours. His bones and muscles were changing. He grew in both mass and density. The bones of his face shattered and reformed in a muzzle. Hair tore through his skin. When it was finished and he stood on all four lion like paws, he panted.

  “Holy shit Billy. That must have fucking hurt. Are you okay?”

  Hurrit answered for him, “The change does hurt but it will lessen as he learns to make it happen faster. He already shaved off half the time of the first change. You made him strong, my queen, much more able than any I've known.”

  “Have you ever made a were?” Kay asked but her eyes were locked onto Billy. He seemed to be recovering quickly. He shook his fur in that doggy way that started at the neck and went down the spine to the tip of the tail. Everyone but Kay jumped at the movement. She shot Hurrit a look when he tried to step between her and the vrykolak.

  “No, my blood can only duplicate my form. I make only vitala. My blood is not pure like Sarrum and Sinnis. Over the years the vitala I make are weaker and need to feed more often. They are completely unable to become makers, so diluted is their blood. Some have even died.”

  Hurrit had said died, not been killed. Kay tried to imagine what a vampire old enough to die of old age would look like. Her blood was special, even more so than Oren's. Maybe it did more than just banish the hunger. Maybe it could strengthen Hurrit's children and even give them the eternal life that one expected with the title of vampire.

  She heard Kiyahwe's voice then. Lightning filled her whole body and Kay could feel the increase in neuronal activity in her brain. It seemed to come up through her toes and up to her mind, as if her feet were the organ of the sense of hearing, instead of her ears. It made sense that she could hear the great mother earth only through direct contact with the ground.

  That is precisely what it will do. You are my chosen vessel. The world will live forever more, because of your birth. You will give them an awakening. I owe the children of Ki much because of my past attempts to destroy them. Through Ki, I have come to love them as my own children. For I so loved man, that I chose you to carry my blood and my power. So that whosoever drinks from you in righteousness shall not perish but have everlasting life.

  If any shall spill your blood, I will rise up to defend you. If you pour your blood out on me, I shall give you your every hearts desire. Much is given to you and much is expected. When the Shinar come to destroy and take life from Ki, you and your children will send them back.

  It was the first time Kay had heard Kiyahwe refer to Ki as a separate entity. Everyone else seemed to refer to the earth as Ki, but she had always been Kiyahwe to Kay. She knew something Oren and Hurrit didn't but she couldn't remember what it was. It would come back to Kay when Kiyahwe felt it was time.

  Kay had lost track of her body. She was sinking when awareness came back. She fought off Oren's attempts to hold her. She needed to be down. It was an irrational need to drop no matter what was occurring around her. She had no vision nor hearing nor sense of surroundings. It was a seizure. She'd had them before. It usually coincided with smoking too much pot and holding her breath for too long trying to absorb more THC. Her body would tremor and twitch gently until her senses came back.

  “Well that sucked the high hard one.” Kay wasn't sure anyone could understand her yet. Hurrit and Billy were fighting. Physically. “Stop it!” She yelled and they listened. Both were breathing heavily.

  She remembered what had happened while she heard the mother's voice. The communication had been instant: an upload of information that would rival the speed of any computer. It had triggered a seizure and set off a chain reaction. As she fell Oren tried to stop her. Billy, in his were form, had growled at the Nephilim and jumped toward her sinking form. Hurrit had misinterpreted the beasts actions for a threat.

  Kay moved her fingers. Billy came forward but everyone was tense. He licked her upturned wrist and palm. When she smiled, the tension broke. Billy moved on to lap at her face and she tried to open her eyes. They were open already, just her vision had gone black. She blinked, trying to focus on anything. The doggy kisses were helping bring her back.

  She wrapped one arm around Billy's shaggy neck and pulled him off as she sat up. She buried her face in the soft fur of the brown wolf's shoulder, hiding from the rest of them. Seizures triggered an irrational embarrassment. She didn't want everyone fussing over her, though she knew there wasn't much chance of avoiding it.

  She told them, “It was just a seizure. Billy's seen it before. He was trying to tell you to leave me alone. I don't like to be touched during...”

  “How could you not know she was epileptic? You are her guardian!” Hurrit turned on Melody, his worry needing focus.

  “She's not. I mean, she wasn't. Her medical records don't say anything about it and she's not on medication.” Melody defended herself.

  Oren's voice was louder than normal and soothed at the same rate as it inflamed. “First child of Sinnis Tara Kay, you should have shifted back to human form. You should have told us if you had information about the health of your maker.”

  “Enough!” She hugged Billy tighter. She didn't want him to shift back yet. Then it came to her, what she had to say. “Up,” she told Billy. He rose to stand on all fours, lifting her up with him. She stood, resting her weight on his larger frame. “Billy is my progeny. I have not released him from my service. No one is to ever come between us again. He is not capable of hurting me.” She met each of their eyes, making sure they understood her command. She took a deep breath. “It's not epilepsy. It happens sometimes as a response to certain drugs. This time Kiyahwe just short circuited my brain. She spoke too fucking fast for me, like I was a high tech flash drive instead of the old timey typewriter I am.” Her speech slowed as she went on. She was tired.

  She threw one leg over Billy's back and lay face down in his silky softness. She thought about making a joke about back hair but she was too tired to formulate it. Billy padded softly to and inside the stone house. He took her to her room, where she slid off his back and into bed. He left pushing everyone away, out the door.

  “Oren. I want Oren.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper, sleep was already taking her.

  The door closed and a warm, deliciously hard body slid under the covers beside her. She turned to him, slid her leg between his, tucked her head into his side and went to sleep. Oren may have been singing but it could have been a dream.

  ***

  “Don't look at me,” were her first words in the morning light. She was embarrassed. Kay didn't want people to know about any weakness in her. She didn't want to feel their pity. She didn't want them to change the way they acted towards her. She was not a weak little waif who needed coddling.

  She heard a tearing noise and flipped over to see Oren pull a strip of cloth from the covers. He used it to blindfold
himself. He held his hands up in surrender and then tucked his arms, crossed, behind his head. The position highlighted the lines and details of his incredibly muscled arms and chest. A thin trail of almost invisible blond hair pointed down under where the quilt covered his hips.

  Kay took a minute to look at him. She could have taken a month. Oren was a god. A bronze god. In the daylight the conical flowers were mere purple twists, but the leaves were full. Hunter green, veined in emerald, his tattoos were mesmerizing.

  Oren jumped when she touched him. She traced the vines over his stomach, chest, and shoulders. He lifted his head up to free his hands when she tugged on them. He spread them strait out, open to either side, so that she could finish her finger tour of his tats.

  She climbed on top of him, and planted kisses on every leaf of his left arm, making her way up his neck. When she got to his face, she scraped his lips with her teeth before kissing his mouth. He let it escalate at her speed, not opening his lips until her tongue darted out, requesting admittance. He allowed her to explore his mouth and only when she tugged at his tongue did he return the favor. The kiss heated up and she put her hands on either side of his face. He wrapped his arms around her and she stopped.

  She tisked at him playfully. “Don't touch me either, Oren.” She spoke into his mouth and he breathed it in. She reached behind her and unwrapped his arms, pushing them back to their open placement. “I am in control today.”

  Straddling him and sitting up on her knees, she pressed her warm wet center through her thong to his stomach. She pulled the rainbow dress she'd slept in, up over her head. She gripped the hem and pulled. It was easy to tear and soon she had two strips of almost identical length. She tied one of his hands to the headboard bed post, sliding her now nude breasts across the vast expanse of his chest. She had to scoot up and lean further out to secure his other arm, bringing the soft weight of her tits to his face.

  Her soft nipple grazed his lip and he couldn't resist. Oren bent his head forward to take that offering into his mouth. She allowed it mainly because it felt so good. The thing he was doing with his tongue, not to mention his teeth, was sending waves of pleasure over her skin. Only when her plans got cloudy did she pull away from him. He licked his lips and made a whimpering sound that brought a smile to Kay's face. Now that was more like it.

  Hooking her foot under the quilt she flipped it off of him. Looking behind her, she could see his cock was pointed straight at the ceiling. She moved down his chest, stopping only when her thong met his dong. The length of it cupped the crack in her ass. She rubbed her clit through the thin strip of her panties on the top of his dick, right at the base where it met his body. While worshiping his flat manly nipples with her pink mouth, she didn't bring herself to climax but she could have. When he sensed she was close, he flipped the internal switch and his tool vibrated. She pulled up, disconnecting. She didn't manage to stifle a shuddering sigh of disappointment.

  When she stood on the bed, her feet on either side of his hips, he couldn't stand it any longer. “Please, allow me... I need... just a taste. I will bring you such pleasure.” He smiled when he felt her adjusting, lifting one foot and then the other, as she removed the only thing between them. “I need your beautifully sweet pussy.”

  “Just a taste?”

  His blindfolded head bobbed. “Please. Sit on my face. I need to taste your prana.”

  “I know you're new to English but what part of 'I am in control' do you have a problem understanding?” She didn't wait for him to answer. She crumpled the thong she had just taken off into a tight little ball and stuffed it in his mouth. “Now we can't have any more misunderstandings. You lay there with that filthy gag in your mouth.”

  She knelt with both knees on his chest. She leaned forward so that she could talk nasty to him softly. “You wanted a taste, well there it is. I wore that all night. It rubbed against my cunt and ass hole while I ground my pussy against total strangers, against Hurrit. It was the only thing between my aching slit and the Billy beast. I wore it all night while I dreamed of getting fucked. All the while you lay right here next to me, wanting me. It has my pre-orgasm juices all over it and I stuffed it right in your mouth. Can you taste how excited I am?”

  Oren's only answer was a kind of slurping sound as he extracted every drop of her flavor. He worked his jaw. What he couldn't suck out, he would masticate out.

  She turned so that she faced his cock, her knees now in his stomach, her feet on his chest. “What got me so hot and bothered wasn't any of that. It was the thought of doing this.” She took his penis in one hand and feathered her fingers of the other on his downy soft sack. She pulled his foreskin down and exposed the broad head now shiny with pre-cum. She licked the glans clean, paying special attention to the slit at the top where the delicious milky fluid pooled.

  Once she had tasted it, all thoughts of seduction were gone. She couldn't take all of him into her mouth. She didn't know how to deep throat. She'd never seen a cock this big, much less tried to suck it. She slid her lips over as much as she could and then worked up and down in conjunction with her hands. She pumped and sucked relentlessly, pausing only once to lick around the shaft for lubrication.

  Oren's stomach muscles tightened, lifting Kay slightly, signaling that she was close to her payoff. He clenched his buttocks and angled his hips, pushing his cock further into her throat than she planned. When he came, his prana filled semen sprayed against her throat instead of the flat of her tongue. She wanted more of a taste than she got, but luckily it hit the few taste buds scattered in her throat and back of the tongue. She swallowed down all he had and then licked away any remnant.

  Having Oren orgasm in her mouth was the most erotic and satisfying thing she'd ever experienced. She would never want to suck anyone else's dick as long as she lived. He went soft and the shortening pushed a few more drops out. She lapped them up from his pelvis before they could mix with the small amount of curly blond hair there. She sucked his flaccid phallus again before releasing him and resting her head on his hip.

  Oren made a noise.

  Without looking Kay leaned on one knee and stretched the other leg back. She used her monkey toes to reach inside his mouth, grab the soggy makeshift gag and toss it into the waiting laundry basket plant.

  “That was... life changing.” He said as she used her big toe to push the blindfold up on one side. With their placements, he could see, but he only had a view of her ass.

  “It was just a blow job. It wasn't even a very skilled effort. I've done better. I'm sure you've had a helluva lot better.”

  He said nothing, only made a strangling noise.

  “It's not like I think you're a virgin, Oren. You're a grown ass man. Or Nephi...”

  Oren interrupted her and it sounded like he just managed to get the words past his disbelief. “It gets better?! Better than that?!”

  Kay chuckled. “You know it wasn't anything special on my part. Unless...” She stopped laughing. Oren wasn't laughing. He was serious. From the swell in his stick, he was about to get really serious. “That wasn't your first blow job. Couldn't be. Fucking impossible that a cock that glorious has never been properly sucked.”

  “It wasn't done. When I came of age. When I had a need, I took a woman into my home. When she was grasping the furs that made my bed and moaning, I took my pleasure in her body. It was cold back then and many times I pushed inside without even removing mine or her skins.”

  Kay sat up at that. She spun to face him. “It was cold. And you slept on a pile of furs? Are you talking about the dark ages? Living in castles, fighting with swords and... You're shitting me! You came of age in the dark ages? No. Hurrit said you made him 6000 years ago, and you were already thousands of years old.”

  One second he was bound to the bed and the next his arms were clamped around her. His back was against the headboard and he pressed her boobs into his face. He spoke with his mouth against her and the sound combined with the feel sent a rush of liquid to he
r core. “I have never counted my years. I was born before the calendar. I never lived in a castle, and I was born before man mastered bronze or the making of swords. I fought with a flint tipped spear and was born in a cave.”

  Kay was stunned. She had a Neanderthal in her bed. Oren was born in the stone age and not just before the discovery of easily malleable copper. He used flint meaning he could be anywhere from 15,000 to 2.5 million years old. She had just sucked a possibly million year old cock for the first time. Kay didn't even date guys more than 10 years older than her. Talk about a mind fuck. She laughed until it turned to a moan. Oren was slowly pressing her down against his humming cock. “But..after that...surely...some woman....”

  “By then, I had seen what my blood could do. I was uncertain what ingesting my prana from the other source would do to a woman. Others may have tried it. I did not.” Oren, in total control, shifted so that his dick pointed up, his tip poised at Kay's entrance. He pushed her down, slowly shafting her. “This. Was. Enough. For. Me.” At the last word, he plunged the rest of the way into her.

  Kay cried out when his velvet wrapped stone column hit her cervix and slid past. The tip bent forward, angling just right to press against her A spot. The shaft swelling in the middle to increase pressure on her G spot. He moved her in a circular motion never pulling free. The climb was intense and Kay wasn't sure she would survive the fall.

  “Talk dirty to me.” She commanded him.

  She didn't realize her mouth was open until he licked the inside of it. He spoke into her silent screams. “It was enough. Until I knew the joys of this precious mouth. So hot. So tight. So wet. The clamp of your esophagus around me was exquisite. I will want to feel it again and soon. I am glad you enjoy it because I'm not sure I could refrain from taking you that way even if you begged me. The things I will do to your sweet body will make you doubt my inexperience. The terrible pleasures I will enact on you have not even been fucking invented yet.”