She’d been sending images of her plight to her sister, the goddess Tara, appealing to the goddess’s well-known sense of compassion. Her mealy-mouthed sibling didn’t have the guts to confront the goddess council and insist that Eris be given a pardon.
The council was too busy wringing their hands and fretting over the failed health of the goddess Kali to be concerned about Eris’s predicament. Eris couldn’t rely on anyone except herself.
And now, after catching that little jewel thief wearing her goods, she was more determined than ever to break free.
It seemed like years since she’d last set her sight on the Stovalls. And judging by the offspring’s size, several years had indeed transpired. But now that she’d finally managed to once again penetrate the barrier between earth and the Dark Realm, Eris was more determined than ever to maintain a watchful eye on the roguish child and her despicable parents. She’d deal with them more intimately once she was liberated from these accursed environs.
The goddess Kali had cast her here, but her interference had come at a great expense to her. It was easy for Eris to fix her sight on the Goddess Realm. Perhaps that link was easier, being that it was her homeland. Who knew? Who cared? She hardly ever bothered to direct her gaze to the Goddess Realm. They were all so smug and pleased with themselves, she found them utterly boring.
She looked in from time to time to snicker at the so-called mighty warrior, Kali. It looked as though Kali’s warring days were over. She lay encased inside a chamber that had the purpose of a coffin. Yet, no one would declare the meddlesome goddess, Kali, dead. The goddess council claimed she was merely resting. Ha! Kali had outdone herself by imposing herself in a battle that did not concern her.
Now she lay in endless slumber; depleted of her strength and most of her life force. With Kali quarantined, Eris could wreak all sorts of hellish havoc on earth. If only she could figure a way to break free.
If she couldn’t do it on her own and if Xavier continued to ignore her pleas for help, she’d work her mind craft on her sister. Tara’s compassion was foolish and ill-spent. Whoever heard of a goddess giving sexual pleasure to a hermaphrodite attendant?
Eris was disgusted when her third-eye bore witness to her sister intimately caressing her attendant’s mutant genitalia. Still, Eris would keep in mind that Tara’s sisterly love and undying loyalty might come in handy.
Evil thoughts warmed her as she imagined the many ways to wreak havoc, to insert her personal brand of retribution inside the Stovalls’ untroubled, pristine lives.
First, she’d retrieve her precious jewels, snatching the box of jewels roughly from the thief’s clutching hands. If she had to rip off a limb to accomplish the feat, then all the merrier the deed.
She’d begin her rampage with the child—she’d slowly torture the rotten little spawn, biting off her thieving fingers one at a time. Of course, she’d insist that the loathsome parents witness the carnage and bloodshed as she devoured the fruit of their loins alive.
Next, she’d torment the sniveling father. This time she’d be sure to suck the skin right off his worthless prick and then she’d allow her legions of tiny insects and imps to tear away at the bloody exposed flesh.
Eris cackled gleefully as she imagined Bryce crying out and moaning in agony as he’d done the last time she’d ravaged his manhood.
She’d save the worst form of suffering for that bitch, Ajali. Before nailing the sickeningly pious mother Madonna to a cross, she’d scratch her way into her vile vagina and then tie her tubes together with her own bare hands.
Though they kept their distance, the spirits were becoming restless in the cramped and too-quiet-for-comfort domain. Barely able to contain their lustful yearning for mayhem, the beings emitted quiet, uncontrollable hisses and snarls.
Eris heard the soft, sullen sounds. She shot out an angry beam of blue light at the creatures, making them screech and scatter about. She narrowed her eyes, sharpening her vision so that the light that shone from her eyes was so piercing that, like a laser, it burned a hole through the closest creature within her view. The ghoul shrieked in pain while fanning a smoldering gap in its neck. Eris howled with laughter at her malicious deed.
Then she sighed, resolute.
It was no use. She’d been cut off from the Stovalls’s world and she couldn’t get back in. Her mind was too restless; it was difficult to concentrate when every time she closed her eyes, she saw a mental picture of her jewels adorning that obnoxious child.
Angry, her rancid pussy emitted a stench so fetid that all who were familiar with the odor skulked out of her reach. She writhed and undulated as she turned her blue lights low and then crept up to her unsuspecting prey.
Ah! Her serpentine tongue flicked at her lips. A new arrival! A man who’d lived his earthly existence as a serial rapist and murderer was promenading around and flaunting a ferocious erection. With her mind craft, Eris willed him to swagger in her direction.
Suddenly she lurched forward and pounced on him.
A horde of cretins gasped and ran, attempting to join the thieves who remained in hiding beneath the soot.
Eris bared her teeth, and then crooked a finger, beckoning them forward. “Hold this varmint down,” she implored. Realizing she did not intend to do them harm, the creatures shouted in malicious glee as they roughened up and then wrestled down the foolhardy new arrival, and pinning him to the soot-covered ground.
With legs held wide apart, Eris lowered herself onto the bloated male appendage. Thrashing wildly, scratching at his eyes while she molested him, Eris ground her hips violently against the groin of the new arrival, twisting and gyrating until she felt his penile flesh rip.
Satisfied, she rolled off of the rapist. Eris lay on her back with his detached phallus impaled inside her malodorous cunt.
The sight of Eris with her legs cocked open, pleasuring herself with an amputated shaft, was frightful even to the monstrous brood incarcerated in the Dark Realm. Their eyes bulged in horror as they slowly crept forward, awestruck and enthralled by the disgusting exhibition.
The rapist lay in momentary shock, and then he lifted up and gawked at Eris who was busy filling her cunt with his loins.
His panic-filled eyes roved from Eris and then down to his ragged groin. It had been a swift castration. And now he was left to wander throughout eternity without his most valued weapon. He stared once again at what was left of his manhood. Sobbing, he tenderly touched the shreds of bloodied, hanging flesh.
Eris paused momentarily, stilling her fast moves, and pointing at the cowering crowd of heathens. “Go ahead, you mischief makers. Have at each other,” she permitted, and then she lay down upon the obsidian and soot, where she administered to the seeping and heated foul area between her legs.
The unholy bunch growled and shrieked with wanton abandon and began battling each other for no reason other than the thrill of causing injury and impairment.
THE GODDESS REALM
Enjoying the beauty of the lotus flowers, the goddess Tara relaxed by the pond. The lotus, a spiritual flower with elegant beauty, symbolized the characteristics Tara represented: peace, contentment, loveliness, and perfection.
Tara, the goddess of compassion, evolved eons ago. Like the lotus, she rose from the mud and grew above the water’s surface, looking untouched and magnificent with her long arms outstretched toward the heavens. To this day, Tara was deeply connected to the majestic flower. From the lotus, she derived her enduring strength, beauty, and compassion.
Tara’s gentle disposition was a stark contrast from her sister’s. Eris, the goddess of discord, had a fiery temperament. Thoughts of Eris made Tara sigh unhappily; disrupting her peace. Succumbing to a strange emptiness, she found her beautiful surroundings suddenly transformed to a dark, despicable place. The brilliant sky became dark and cloudy. She winced as the lovely flowers wilted before her eyes; their scent replaced with a choking stench.
It was Eris. Her sister was making her presence known; send
ing impressions of her ghastly world to her sympathetic sister. Eris was crying for her help, but Tara was powerless to rescue her.
A sudden howling wind, carrying Eris’s scream, whirled and whipped angrily. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Sensing someone approaching, Tara looked up. The sun shone again. The flowers stood as vibrant and as beautiful as before, emitting a fragrance that was wonderfully intoxicating. The spell was broken.
In the distance, she saw Zeta, her favorite attendant, carrying a woven basket and walking swiftly across the meadow. Zeta was a blue-winged, hermaphrodite—a true treasure—who was once a companion to Eris. Eris had treated Zeta with cruelty and routinely abused the beautiful winged maiden.
After Eris’s dismissal from the Goddess realm, Zeta was passed on to Tara.
The sun gleamed upon Zeta’s blue gossamer wings; it shimmered upon the silver threads in the lace garment that clung to her high breasts and displayed her feminine curves. Of all her numerous attendants, Zeta, a vision of loveliness, was Tara’s favorite.
Tara’s somber mood instantly lifted. She sent a soft smile in Zeta’s direction. In turn, Zeta blew the goddess a kiss and hastened her footsteps. Zeta raised her wings; they fluttered gently, lifting her ever so slightly above ground. Slowly, gracefully, she glided toward the pond, toward her worshipped mistress.
“Good morning, goddess,” Zeta greeted as she softly landed.
Tara inclined her head, silently nodding a hello.
Holding the basket firmly, waiting for permission to set it down, Zeta lowered her beautiful blue wings, enticing her mistress with the rustling sound of her dark blue feathers enfolding.
Tara’s chestnut-colored eyes sparkled consent and Zeta placed the basket beside the pond and then daintily spread the silk blanket on the lush green ground.
The Goddess Realm was a dimension comprised primarily of female energy. The small population of hermaphrodites such as Zeta, beings who possessed both male and female genitals, produced only meager amounts of testosterone—too insignificant and inconsequential to have any meaningful effect on the predominant female vibration of the Goddess Realm.
Many of the goddesses, including Tara, had ravenous sexual appetites. It was the responsibility of the chosen attendant to anticipate and appease every sexual need and desire of the goddess she served.
Tara extended her hand. Expressing a grateful heart, Zeta grasped and tenderly kissed the top of Tara’s hand, her wrist, and her palm, before helping the goddess to a standing position. Once Tara was firmly on her feet, Zeta carefully slipped the straps of her sheer gown off her shoulders, baring beautifully formed breasts. Zeta’s knowing fingers eased the flowing gown past Tara’s round, womanly hips.
With her outer garment shed, like skin peeled from succulent, ripe fruit, Tara stood proud and gloriously naked. And sexually hungry. For a few, charitable moments, Tara allowed Zeta’s adoring eyes to feast upon her magnificence.
“The sun shines upon your beauty, Goddess Tara,” Zeta said while hastily pulling her own gown over her wings.
“Thank you. You look quite lovely today as well.”
Zeta lowered her lush lashes, obviously warmed by the compliment from her mistress. Smiling, she allowed her feathers to spread and flutter charmingly.
Tara stroked Zeta’s wings. Her attendant’s blue feathers were soft and soothing, wonderful to touch. “Your timing is perfect, Zeta. It pleases me that you’re here.”
Naked, Tara and Zeta melted into each other’s arms. Their breasts pressed together. Zeta’s coarse coils of hair fell into her face as she bent her head to admire Tara’s luscious mounds.
Tara, already on the brink of arousal, parted her lips, welcoming Zeta’s kiss and seductive, wandering tongue. Zeta’s lips lingered for a second at Tara’s breasts and then traveled to her ear. “Mistress,” she whispered. “I shall pay special attention to your breasts today. My lips yearn to be attached to your dark pearls.”
The feeling of Zeta’s sweet breath so close to her ear sent thrills down Tara’s neck and straight to the nipples of her bosom, hardening them.
Zeta gently nibbled on Tara’s earlobe and outlined her ear with her tongue. This erotic gesture caused Tara’s swelling nipples to become hugely engorged with yearning.
Gently, Zeta penetrated Tara’s ear. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from the back of Tara’s throat. This incited Zeta to insert her tongue more deeply and to murmur softly, “I exist for your eternal pleasure, mistress.”
Becoming almost dizzy with sexual desire, Tara ran the fingers of both hands down the center of Zeta’s back. Then, her fidgety palms meandered in opposite directions, seeking the solace of Zeta’s soft feathered wings to quell her raging need.
“I sense that you are troubled today,” Zeta said, her voice tender with concern. “I present my moist lips to kiss and soothe the silken center of your womanhood. I offer a wet tongue to lick between your petal-soft folds. Allow me to wash away your cares.”
Tara tightened her strong legs together. Zeta was wise; all her concerns seemed to have gathered and accumulated and the building tension throbbed in her center. Not only was she deeply disturbed over her sister’s confinement in the hellish Dark Realm, she was equally concerned about Kali’s continuous slumber.
Deep sorrow combined with sexual tension, knotting in her center and then swirling, and moving to other sensitive parts.
Sadly, Tara reached out and caressed Zeta’s wings, yearning to find a bit of comfort in the soft feathers.
“Sweet mistress, I feel your sorrow. With my undying love and well-honed sensual skills, I pledge to relieve your pain and give you unimaginable pleasure.”
Instantly, Tara felt her burdens begin to ease. She removed her hands from the downy softness of Zeta’s wings and allowed the prized hermaphrodite to lead her to the soft blanket that was spread out for their lovemaking.
Tara lay on her back with her arms stretched upward. Her brown body, glazed by the sun, looked delicious—sweet and edible—like molasses. Zeta sat next to Tara and gazed down, giving her mistress a long, considering look.
“Start with my hair,” Tara said, knowing her attendant had been wondering where she should start. Zeta worked her fingers into Tara’s hair, massaged her scalp, and then pressed her lips against Tara’s neck, tasting her flesh.
Tara, desiring more than kisses, tilted her head, offering Zeta access to the full length of her long, delicate neck. Zeta licked Tara’s neck; lapped the heated perspiration that was sweet on her tongue. She bit into Tara’s delicate skin. Tara cried out, enjoying the sweet pain. Zeta bit harder, this time leaving behind the indentation of four teeth marks. A soft crooning, a musical sound of yearning, escaped Tara’s lips and floated to Zeta’s ears, persuading the attendant to lick, suck, and kiss the sensitive flesh on Tara’s neck until Tara pleaded for her to stop.
The goddess and the attendant became entwined, lips merging hungrily, their feminine hips undulating together in an erotic, primal dance. Zeta kissed her way down to Tara’s swollen nipples. She squeezed Tara’s breasts together and used her thumbs to tease the pebbled flesh. She opened her mouth, inviting her mistress to lift up and rest on her elbows as she fed her attendant her plum-colored pearls.
At first, Zeta flicked her tongue against Tara’s firm nipples, and then sucked each pearl. Tara, her body flushed with arousal, began to feel a familiar ache as intense heat flooded her body and her thighs became drenched with her juices.
“Use your shaft and take me,” Tara uttered breathily and curled on her side, displaying her beautifully rounded buttocks.
“Yes, mistress.” Obligingly, Zeta positioned herself behind Tara. Possessing both male and female genitals, Zeta was overly-stimulated. Unbearably so.
Zeta’s penis throbbed with yearning, while beneath the pulsing male appendage, her wet vagina clenched with need. But being a superior and disciplined attendant, Zeta suppressed her urges and ignored the hot wanting inside her fe
male organ.
Deftly, Zeta pressed her rapidly growing hardness against her mistress’s lovely rump. With an arm draped over Tara’s side, Zeta used her longest finger to caress Tara’s clitoris. Enjoying the heightened sensation of dual stimulation, Tara rotated her hips and moaned softly as she rocked to and fro’, thrusting into Zeta’s finger while at the same time bumping against her attendant’s rigid maleness.
Now, panting, Tara called out, “Oh, my lovely Zeta!” Tara knew Zeta would recognize her desperate cry and properly prepare her for entry.
As expected, Zeta crouched down, her suckling lips seeking the pleasure of sipping Tara’s nectar. Her thirst quenched, Zeta nibbled her way backward, her hands tenderly separating Tara’s smooth buttocks.
Gingerly, she licked the ridged rim and then inserted a quick and darting tongue inside Tara’s tight and delicate anus, teasing it into opening for her; grazing at the small hole until Tara gasped and whimpered with pleasure.
Zeta withdrew her tongue and spoke with her mouth enclosed in the flagrant valley between Tara’s buttocks. “Your taste rivals the sweetest fruit on the Goddess Realm; I could lick your anus for all of eternity if I were allowed to.”
Zeta’s words stimulated her mistress. Aroused beyond reason, Tara made her needs known before she lost her mind and drifted off into an otherworldly state of ecstasy. “Cover me with your wings. Enter me, now.”
Obediently, Zeta kneeled on her haunches and spread her wings. Her feathers caressed Tara’s arms gently, reassuringly. She stroked her phallus, moistened it with its pre-ejaculation and aimed the slippery knob lower, toward the silken entry of Tara’s pulsing tunnel.
Zeta’s thrusts were rhythmic and slow.
“Deeper!” Tara moaned. Zeta obeyed, satisfying her mistress as well as her throbbing hardness. But her feminine part dripped with unfulfilled yearning.
“Harder!” Tara cried, pushing back and demanding more of Zeta’s sturdy penis.
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