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  Another Moon

  By Gabriela Benalex

  Published by Gabriela Benalex at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Gabriela Benalex

  Twenty-eight days of unbearable waiting have passed. It is early evening now and Nubia, the Goddess, is being prepared for her night of inferno and ecstasy. The Goddess embodies a creature of exquisite beauty. She lives among women who watch her day and night; who feed her and caress her and treasure her; and from one lunar event to the next it is their mission to build up the fire inside her into blistering heat.

  For now, Nubia is submerged in gold-flecked suds, the steam rising around her and shrouding her like a veil. With eyes half-closed she regards the woman by her side who is readying the Goddess for the night ahead. Her name is Lamitra and she looks much like the Goddess herself: a sultry, curvacious body; skin the color of bronze; long, dark hair that frames her intriguing face; voluptuous breasts with dusty-rose nipples; the cunt a dark, perfect triangle completely unconcealed by the gauzy fabric of her lingerie. Both females sigh with desire as they gaze at each other. Pearls of perspiration are forming on Nubia's face and trickle down between her breasts as she reclines in the tub with her head tilted back and her torso exposed now to the steamy air. Lamitra bends down to kiss those magnificent breasts then covers them with creamy suds, massaging them sensuously. Nubia heaves and moans. Lamitra continues the incredible torture. She slides her hand down Nubia's body, under the water and between her thighs where that dark mound is pulsating with need.

  The Goddess provides intense delight for Lamitra and her companions, in the place where they all live together. As Nubia is soaking in her golden suds she thinks back of the past lunar period of sweet and endlessly torturous nights. She would be splayed out on her luxurious bed, her hair fanned out darkly around her face; her wrists and ankles tied to the bed with velvet bands; a silky sarong flung over her body. Exotic beauties are dancing slowly all around her and playing with each other. Their soft moans and voices blend in with the sultry music in the air. One or the other female stretches out like a cat beside the Goddess, kissing her, caressing her breasts and languidly licking her. But they never ever allow her to come. The dancing and teasing goes on till late every night. Then the dancers retreat in pairs to their beds. Lamitra turns off the music and the lights and like a guardian angel lies down next to the Goddess, lulling her to sleep in spite of the fire burning inside her cunt and the intense tingling in her breasts. “Please, touch me,” she would whisper. “Oh please, touch me, make me come, it's too long to wait anymore.” But all Lamitra would do is slide her hand between Nubia's thighs, gather creamy nectar from her vagina; then rub her wet fingers over Nubia's swelling breasts and heavenly lips.

  Okay, my Sweet, time to come out now.” Lamitra's eyes graze slowly over the Goddess' body as she raises herself out of the water and steps in front of her. The steam is rising from Nubia's skin, her nipples standing erect. Lamitra is taking her time drying off this hungry, magnificent body. She is kneeling down in front of the Goddess. Unable to resist her desire, she briefly buries her face in Nubia's glistening muff and flicks her tongue over the clit. Above her a hiss escapes the Goddess' lips and Lamitra senses a shudder jolting through Nubia's body.

  “Oh god, please keep doing that. Please don't stop now.” Lamitra looks up, sliding two fingers slowly up Nubia's cunt. “Oh god!” she cries out, grabbing Lamitra's probing hand to keep it in place. But Lamitra gently pries her hand away causing the Goddess to cry out in frustration.

  “Just a while longer, my love. You will come tonight. I'll be the one to take you there.” Lamitra's breathy and husky voice betrays that she herself is consumed by now with need. As she reaches down to dip her fingers into her own dripping cunt a low, drawn-out moan rises from her throat. Next she stands up and slides her sticky fingers, one by one, into Nubia's hungry mouth and rubs her hot mound against the Goddess' thigh. “Oh, you magnificent creature,” she whispers to Nubia, and pulls away from her.

  Now Lamitra reaches for the bottle of body oil that will cover the Goddess, all over, in a sheen of gold. The oil feels warm and velvety on Nubia's skin. Lamitra's hands are again reaching for the most intensely charged places. She kisses the Goddess' eyes and then, with her finger tips, applies a shimmer of gold onto Nubia's eye lids. She kisses the silky mouth as she goes along. She then guides Nubia to sit on a long-legged stool and Lamitra steps around to stand behind her. Her arms encircle the Goddess and she takes her time oiling the breasts and pressing herself against Nubia's body. Lamitra moans as she rubs her breasts against the Goddess' sleek back and her cunt against Nubia's curvacious buttocks. As Lamitra knows she cannot hold off much longer, she pulls herself away.

  “Your legs now, my Sweet,” she says to Nubia, breathing hard, and kneels down again in front of her. She oils the feet and sensuously works her way up. She reaches the inside of Nubia's thighs, up closer and closer to the honey-dripping cunt.

  “Oh, oh, ooohh,” come Nubia's moans as Lamitra again cannot resist to have a taste from the sweet tasting treat in front of her face. “Oh, love, yes, yes, keep doing that! Oh, please, don't stop!” she cries out as she feels Lamitra's tongue flickering between those pulsating, sticky lips. Lamitra greedily laps up the hot juices flowing from the cunt. Next her fingers dapple over the silky pubic patch and her tongue flicks once more over the vibrating clit. Nubia's head jerks back and she nearly screams as Lamitra lets go again just before orgasm would come.

  Soon the Goddess will be ready for her long-awaited ceremony of ecstasy. Lamitra is now brushing that long, dark hair; the Goddess still perched on the stool in front of her. Lamitra reaches for a flask of gold-flecked tincture which she works into Nubia's hair.

  “Lie down now, my love,” she tells her and like liquid gold Nubia slithers onto a mat on the floor. Lamitra looks down on the Goddess lying before her, taking in that magnificent, longing body, more waves of desire coming over her. She places her hands between her own legs and presses down hard on her clit to curb the demanding and persistent throb. Then she kneels down and spreads apart Nubia's legs. She reaches for the golden potion, squeezes a dab on her fingers and then, gently and deftly, works the musky tincture into Nubia's pubic patch. This motion atop her burning cunt sets Nubia into a frenzy.

  “Aaahh!” she cries out, her hips gyrating, her back arching, her head tilted back in exquisite agony. “Please, Baby, keep rubbing me, please don't let go! Oh, please, please, don't let go!”

  Lamitra glances at the Goddess through half-closed eyes, her breasts heaving with pent-up need, her negligee barely covering the nipples as she bends over this creature of living, exotic art. Working the gold sparkles into the raven black hair of Nubia's cunt she carefully avoids touching the clit or the Goddess would come to erupt.

  “Just a little while longer, my Sweet,” promises Lamitra. But the Goddess cannot bear to hear those words. She arches her body in frustration and another wail of agony escapes her. Lamitra's voice, husky with her own desire, goes on, “The moon's almost up. And then I will take you.”

  Lamitra now walks beside the Goddess as they leave the palace and walk onto the moonlit beach. The sound of the ocean's surf is intoxicating, and the light breeze tingles on Nubia's skin. She is wearing a sheer, gold-laced cape tied at her throat, concealing nothing of her magnificent body. Again, a low, growling moan rises up from within her as the cool ocean breeze strokes over her intensely hot cunt. Every step she takes creates more agony. Her gold-flecked nipples are fully erect and poking through the sheer fabric of her cape. As she approaches the ceremonial place she gasps at the sight of the erotic scene.

  The path she walks on is lined by her temple companions who greet her with words of longing and admiration as she passes
each one. Her favorite, Jolana, steps into the Goddess' path. She is a beauty with eyes as green as emeralds; her long, dark hair draped over her full, bare breasts. She wears nothing but a string of pearls slung low around her belly. Several short strands of tiny pearls dangle from her belly string, concealing the dark triangle of her cunt. Standing now in front of the Goddess and staring deep into her eyes, Jolana removes her loin cloth of pearls and languidly lets the strands glide through her fingers. With a provocative shake of her head she lets her hair fall away off her breasts and glides the pearls back and forth across her dark, erect nipples. She kneels down in front of the mesmerized Goddess and gently slides a hand up Nubia's legs. Again Nubia cries out. Slowly, slowly Jolana pushes the pearls up inside the Goddess' cunt. Nubia feels completely aflame. Her head arches back, her whole body trembles, and she hisses and wails. As the last pearl disappears Jolana places her face between between Nubia's thighs. Her tongue flicks out and parts the glistening folds, searching to retrieve the pearly string.

  “Oh, Jolana! Jolana! Oh, oh, oh, oooohh!” In agony the Goddess clutches her breasts and squeezes them desperately. “Ah, please, please, go on, go on, go on!” she wails. She lowers her hands onto Jolana's head. Gyrating, she rubs her cunt against Jolana's lovely face. The woman's tongue now reaches the first pearl. She grabs it between her teeth and in tiny jerks, one pearl at a time, she pulls the strand from Nubia's body. The Goddess moans and cries out with every pearl that slides out her tight cunt, and she feels consumed by the heat welling up inside her. But again, she is denied the climax. Jolana has retrieved the last pearl, and as Nubia's eyes beg silently, Jolana pushes away from her.

  Jolana leans back and looks up. The pearls are clasped between her teeth and glistening from the Goddess' nectar. Jolana savors the taste as she glides the string across her lips. She moves a hand down her own cunt and keeps gazing up at the Goddess with her needy, green eyes.

  “Lie back,” the Goddess commands in an urgent whisper. And Jolana reclines on the ground, bends her knees and opens her splendid bronze legs wider and wider. Nubia kneels down between them and laps up Jolana's milky, sweet juices.

  “Ooooh! Oh my god! Please more, please more! Oooh!” Jolana's head is tilted back into the soft ground, her breasts pointed toward the sky. “Go on, go on!” In ecstasy she squeezes her legs against Nubia's head. But two more vixen kneel down beside the Goddess, each grasping one of Jolana's legs and keeping them wide apart. Jolana's body arches and twists as she senses the flicker of the Goddess' tongue on her swollen clit. The moans and pleading cries and frenzied movements arouse the Goddess to ever more torturous levels. And as Jolana's orgasm jolts through her body with a wail of heavenly release, Nubia is delirious with desire.

  “Come away, my love,” Lamitra breathes into Nubia's ear. “The Priestess is ready for you.” Both the Goddess and Lamitra are dizzy with need, exacerbated by the rhythmic sound of the ocean. They now approach the altar that the priestess Leah has prepared for the Goddess' ultimate pleasures. The Priestess no longer possesses the exotic beauty she once had but she exudes nonetheless a ravenous aura and sexuality. Her former radiating heat is now replaced by a coolness and control that casts a spell on the young vixen, making them ache to submit to her. For tonight she dressed in a black satin corset and a long, black, lacy skirt. Her large, heavy breasts, as white and glowing as the moon, well up from the tight constraints of her top, leaving her nipples barely concealed. Her torso heaves in anticipation and she gasps at the sight of Nubia. Between her breasts glows a huge stone of ruby which draws even more attention to her sexuality. The lace of her skirt reveals her shapely long legs and her shadowy, dark triangle. She, too, is hot with desire but she controls her needs well. She stands behind the altar now, her legs parted, a breeze wafting up under her skirt and cooling her seething cunt. Her hands are raised above her head in worship of the moon. The moon light bathes Leah's rapt face and her breasts in an alluring glow. Her long, sleek hair falls straight down her back; her black, gleaming eyes taking in the Goddess.

  Erotic chants and music join the sounds of the waves, and Nubia's companions are swaying to the rhythm; every pair of eyes hungrily upon her. Small fires have been lit throughout the ceremonial site. Nubia is stunned by the choreography of shadows and fire light on the exotic, dancing bodies of her tribe. The altar has been draped with luxurious fabrics. Two women on top of the altar are engaged in heated foreplay among the velvet cushions. Nubia whimpers with longing as the moans and sighs of the two lovers add fuel to the fire within her. But now the Priestess commands them to end their steamy play. The lovers let go of each other, moaning and whimpering, aching from their unfulfilled need. But it is time for Nubia to take her place on the altar. Lamitra presents the Goddess to the crowd. Soft exclamations of longing and admiration arise. Nubia's eyes take in the coven of her beautiful companions who have aroused her and teased her to madness, then starved her all month. Lamitra pushes her gently against the edge of the altar and Nubia slithers on top. She reclines against the velvety cushions, trembling with need.

  “My Lovely,” utters Leah, “I have been dreaming of you every night.” And Nubia understands that the Priestess' body also is screaming to be touched and satisfied. She looks up at Leah with hungry, needy eyes. As consumed as she is to have her own intense urge satisfied, she anticipates with pleasure to bring the Priestess to climax. She reaches out to Leah and gently lifts her heavy breasts out of the tight corset. “Yes, oh, good,” the Priestess moans. A stifled wail escapes her as Nubia lowers her face to the heaving breasts and takes an engorged nipple into her mouth. “Yes! Like that. Oh yes, go on!” begs the Priestess, her voice deep and cool.

  Unable now to control her tremors, the Priestess positions herself alongside the Goddess who slowly trails a hand toward Leah's cunt. She can feel the clit and labia engorged and pulsating and the juices flowing abundantly. The Priestess cries out in agony as Nubia removes her hand for a teasing few moments. “I'm so close, oh, I'm so close,” come the Priestess' breathy words, straining now to maintain the control she commands of herself. Nubia's fingers again trail up the hungry woman's thighs. Leah's flesh is trembling and the juices that flow out of her drench Nubia's hand as she reaches the cunt. The Priestess clamps her thighs around the caressing hand and feels probing fingers inch up inside her. Leah tries to hold back longer but is overcome by Nubia's feverish moves – that hungry mouth all over Leah's breasts, the fingers twisting and probing deep inside her, the light touch of a thumb on her clit in an exquisite rhythm. The Priestess arches her back and shudders, surrendering to the orgasm with a controlled, silent hiss.

  Ascending up from the far end of the beach a small procession of temple women is moving toward the ceremonial site, headed by a stunning, tall man. Nubia knows that man. He took part in the ritual many moons before. Then his role was to satisfy the Priestess. Tonight he will be here to fulfill her own mad desire.

  This man is called Rhode. Already Nubia can see his eyes as dark as onyx. Need and anticipation peer out of them. His long, wavy hair is fanning out from the breeze, his bronze bare torso glowing from the light of the fires. He is clad in clinging, glistening white pants that outline his spectacular features alluringly. As he approaches the altar his eyes are locked with Nubia's. His female escorts are lowering themselves to their knees in front of him and searching hands are sliding up his legs. Nubia is placed in position. Someone lifts up her hips and she feels a silky pillow slipped under them. Lamitra grasps Nubia's hands and raises them up above her head. This pose lifts Nubia's engorged breasts toward the moon in a breathtaking image. Two vixen pry Nubia's legs apart and Rhode gasps in ecstasy when he senses her sweet and spicy scent and readiness. The bulge in this tight clothing is huge and throbbing. He moans in agony at the touch of the women's hands that stroke him through the fabric and he feels an unbearable need to free himself. But as he makes an attempt his hands are deftly tied behind him. Through the cloth he feels a hot mouth enveloping his inten
sely pulsating and confined scrotum and a wet tongue sliding up against the outline of his shaft.

  “Oh god, my god,” he cries out in throaty gasps. He hears Nubia begging for him. She writhes in the constraining hands of her companions, seething with heat.

  “Please, let him take me! I neeeeed him.” Nubia strains to raise her head from the altar to look at the man, ready to eat him alive, her eyes wide with lust, the fire light dancing on her glistening skin. Rhode also is trembling. He tightens his legs like steel in an effort to overcome the pressure in his groin. Finally he feels the cloth being peeled away from his bulge and reveal a stunning erection. Once more he feels that hot mouth engulfing his scrotum and the sensation electrifies him. Silvery droplets begin to emerge from his cock. The Priestess knows she can no longer prolong the anticipation and so she gives her silent nod.

  Lamitra keeps Nubia's hands tightly in place. One female lays a hand on Nubia's abdomen, half covering her delicious triangular patch and massaging the spot rhythmically. Nubia heaves in response and growls like a tigress. She can no longer bear the emptiness in her cunt and attempts with fury to clench her thighs together so she might gain relief. But firm hands are keeping her legs pried apart.

  Rhode's escorts have now let go of him. His hot, throbbing cock is slick from the women's wet mouths and another electric pulse surges through him as he feels a cool breeze blow over it. Jolana gently pushes him toward Nubia's waiting cunt. She places the flat of her hand underneath the cock and presents the magnificent organ to the Goddess as if for an offering. Again the hot, gentle feel of Jolana's hand causes Rhode to cry out. For a brief moment Jolana allows the tip of his penis to touch the tip of Nubia's clit - and both sense a bolt of lightning between them. A scream of silence pierces the air.

  And finally Rhode pushes in. All the way. Pulsating. Explosive. Nubia screaming. Heaving and arching. Her dark mane flying in a fury. Fire leaping from her eyes. Struggling against the hands that hold her down. Orgasm after orgasm shattering through her. Rhode's hard and pumping scrotum pounding between her wide-open legs. The cock filling her, leaving her, filling her again and again, forcing the hot cum deep inside her. Rhode bellows and jolts from agony being relieved, stimulating Nubia ever more, the sequence of orgasms streaming from her like an endless string of pearls...