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She Who Devours
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| I stood in Her room disbelieving. I wasn't sure if I should sit or stand. I stood trembling on the brink of something far beyond my realm of experience. Something that i never could have dreamed possible. Her room, this was Her room I was standing in. She had told me to wait for Her. I could hear the sounds of water teasing my senses while I shuddered at the thought of Her in Her bath. The smell of Her perfume was draped about the place like a fine strand of pearls. Reaching out I ran my fingertips gently across a borgouny brocade pillow resting upon Her bed. Quickly I drew it back when I heard Her voice find Me, "I expect you are behaving yourself bill, I don't want to be dissappointed." Blushing furiously i croaked an uneasy response saying simply, "yes, yes i am!" Feeling quesy i sat down in one of Her delicate chairs. | ||
| The room dwarved me, everything in it spoke of Her prescence and attitude. The colors dazzled and confused the eye while luring one into a sweet and somewhat uneasy comfort. The textures spoke of undeniable quality that demanded a certain level of care and attention. Just like Her, just like Her. The mirrors were like Her eyes, cool and somehow capable of forcing me to look into myself instead of Her. Closing my eyes I concentrated on breathing, but even then i took Her inside of myself. Greedily i drank in the smell of Her perfume and agonized over Her return. |
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She walked in smelling clean and beautiful as ever. Her legs gleaming with the light kiss of oil from Her bath and Her ivory feet peeking seductively out of the richly embroidered slippers She wore. Her hands lifted my face to look up at Her. Her voice held me, "I am everything that you ever have dreamed of, there is no reason to be afraid. Don't worry, soon you will know everything." She smiled, Her teeth were pale and glittering against the deep red stain of Her voluptuous mouth. For a moment that was all i could see, Her mouth soft and inviting, deeply sensuous and completely mezmorizing. I don't know how long i sat there, staring at Her. A sharp pain that sent me reeling woke me from my reverie. She stood silently contemptuous above Me as I regained my proper place before Her. "Now now, She said, I want you to be awake when I do this." A devious smile crossed Her face as She paced the floor in front of Me, Her calf muscles flexing and relaxing with every calculated step. She stopped and then hovered just above Me like a nightmarish apparition. "I could have had anyone, but I chose you, you see bill I know what it is that you want even if you don't yet." She ran Her long fingers through my hair and I felt myself relax in Her grasp. Looking up at Her i knew that there was no way i could resist. In Her eyes i saw My fate and released myeself to Her. |
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Laying me down the rug embraced my naked flesh. Her hands ran over my limbs in a rythmic and hypnotic dance of sensation. "I know what you are, even if you don't bill," She repeated softly as if to Herself. "I know what you are." Closing my eyes i twitched at the first touch of that gorgeous mouth against my tender and aroused skin. Opening my eyes i looked up to see Her mouth wrapped around the tips of My fingers as She slowly suckled each digit. "Relax, Our saliva is a drug to your kind. Relax and this will be painless." Her teeth, oh god Her teeth! So white and perfect i groaned at the first bite. Watching in ecstasy i saw my fingers go two and three in at a time as She chewed and held them hungrily to Her lips.
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| Bent over Me in
Her satisfaction at the
meal at hand She opened Her mouth and let me gaze into Her
ravenous maw. "Can you hear them?", She purred softly as
She smacked Her greedy lips in My ear. "Can you hear the
screams of all the others before you? Suddenly I realized how small i
had become, my entire body, my entire self. Then i recognized Her for
what She was. A hungry and beautiful monster that
had chosen me to be Her dinner. Her mouth was over Me again
and the last thing i heard was the sound of Her rumbling
laughter as i slid down the tight passegeway of Her throat. ~ The Goddess Athena Published in; Echoes from the Sanctuary Issue September/October 1998 Echoes #0602  |