1 comments/ 11432 views/ 11 favorites The Crystal Phallus By: KoreGoddess I. In the city of Amurkhan, wicked tales of the feverish lusts and outrageous sexual liaisons of the princess Elyse had long circulated amongst the gossips and busybodies of the royal courts. The princess was a young and sultry, long limbed beauty who had only just come past her nineteenth birthday. Golden haired, nimble limbed, endowed with luscious full round breasts and the ample hips and ass of a goddess, her lusts were legendary. The stories of her teenage trysts sparked the tongue of every wandering minstrel in the kingdom, and any royal courtier who had not known her favors at some time or another was seen as inadequate to his calling. And so it came to pass when rumors began to hint of her mysterious absence from the bawdy orgies long attended by the upper echelon of privileged society on each full moon, even the royal courtiers began to take notice amongst themselves, especially after it was revealed that none of them had shared the princess' bed for nearly a fortnight. "Perhaps she has taken some other-worldly lover from the faery-lands," some suggested. But the wizened court wizards denied this possibility. "No gates have been opened to the Otherworld," they testified. "No faery-lord dwells now amongst us." Elyse cared not what rumors were spread about her. She was the princess, after all. She felt herself above the judgment of all those she ruled. It was her privilege to be the subject of gossips. In the sultry heat of the midsummer night, she chose to remain alone in her silk-lined chamber, gazing into the polished silver mirror that stood at the end of her bed stand. Like all of her furniture, it was of exquisite craftsmanship and design. Framed in rich, dark grained ebony and intricately carved with cherubs and devils cavorting along its rim, the mirror itself was polished from a single piece of polished silver which had been no meager task to cast and mold. Elyse gazed at herself in that mirror, and she was not pleased. Her fierce jade green eyes stared back at her. Her long hair was flaming gold, at present was a wild mass of curls that refused to stay near her head. Certainly, there were few who would not still call her beautiful, she thought, but perhaps that was only because she was the princess. She ran her hands down her long silken legs, letting them continue to wander across the softness of her lower belly. She pulled her blue silken robe more tightly about her breasts and laid back down on her bed, curling and stretching restlessly to find some position in which she might at last fall prey to Morpheus, the elusive god of sleep. But Morpheus refused to grant her desire for oblivion. She was transfixed in a state of tedium. Idly and without thought, her slim hand wandered across the soft expanse of her loins.....and then still further to the silken fleece of her mons. Her fingers toyed for a moment in the golden curls of her womanhood. The heat of her sex dared her to venture further, urged her to plunge into the sweetness of pleasure, to surrender to the tremulous quivering of her own desire. But she refused to succumb. She knew it would give her no satisfaction, no true joy or release. For a moment she entertained the notion of summoning one or more of her courtiers to her chambers in order to pleasure her, but she rejected the idea before it was formed. Such pallid waters could never begin to soothe the savage fires that now blazed within her. She bit down on her full lower lip rather hard in an attempt to stifle the tears that had come far too often to her eyes of late. 'What's wrong with me?' she asked herself silently. Her life had become a routine without variation or relief. Sex had always been her only real interest in this game, yet it gave her no satisfaction now, and in fact left her with a deep yearning for something as yet unnamed. She felt empty inside, weary from her fruitless attempts to satiate a hunger for which there seemed no fulfillment. She needed a change to be sure. There was no doubt about that. But what? She'd had tried men, women, animals, bondage, and nearly every variation of the outre' and bizarre, exploring even the more vicious and degrading aspects of sex in her search for release. She had participated in acts few would ever dare to imagine. These kinds of adventures had always kept her happy and amused before, at least temporarily, but now her emptiness, her need, only seemed to grow stronger, until it had become an unquenchable fire consuming her from within. Abandoning any pretense of sleep, she rose and slipped into the silken robe that hung at the foot of her bed. She made her way out to the terrace, thinking the fresh air would help her. The stars shone with almost supernatural brilliance amidst a sky as black as a sea of oil. A gentle breeze danced through the tresses of Elyse's golden hair, carrying with it the scent of night jasmine. The tremulous laughter of young lovers cavorting on the cobble-stoned streets drifted up from below. Everything seemed to mock her for her own unreasonable unhappiness. The soft breath of the evening stirred something again within her. Her hand crept once more to her aching loins. She cupped the soft ripeness of her mound, massaging the slippery inner lips of her desire. Her sex was afire. She rubbed at herself more fervently, spreading her silken juices until her entire sex was soaking wet. Her need momentarily consumed her. Two long fingers plunged deep inside of herself as her hips lurched upward in the fervency of her lust. Collapsing onto the veranda, she cried until her tears would come no more. There came then a soft rap upon her chamber door. She rose and wiped her cheeks dry with the sleeve of her gown. She puled the violet hued gown tightly around her breasts with the sash and glanced at herself in her polished silver mirror. A tall amazonian girl stared back at her, her blonde hair wild and unbefitting her royal status, her green eyes staring back widely like a startled animal. She didn't care. "Enter," she commanded. One of the court pages, a timid lad just past puberty, poked his head thru the door. His eyes refused to leave the valley of her cleavage. "The lady Hexylarra requests an audience," he announced. "Good," Elyse replied. "Perhaps the old witch knows of some amusement or diversion that will please me on this most tedious of nights. Send her in." The court page withdrew. Elyse heard the familiar wheezing laugh of Hexylarra. A moment later, the ancient sorceress herself entered the chamber. Her cracked and weathered lips opened in a grotesque smile that revealed the few teeth left in her mouth. Her flesh was parched and lifeless; it resembled one of the long-dead mummies that were buried in the tombs to the north of the Great River. Her dress sparkled with every movement. Legends said it had been woven from the finest silk of the Spider-Gods, and Elyse knew it was very expensive. On a younger, less emaciated woman, it would have looked absolutely stunning. But on the withered old crone, it was positively obscene. "Well," Elyse prompted. "What prizes would you show me today?" The lady Hexylarra was what some might call a witch or a wise woman, for her knowledge of spirits and otherworldly realms was very great. But the manner in which she chose to utilize her talents was an odd one, for Hexylarra was a pleasure merchant. She made her trade selling sexual devices of the most unusual varieties to the jaded princes and princesses of the royal court. In one withered hand she held her black case, her constant and infamous companion. Inside, she carried an assortment of magical items which she often bragged would satisfy any woman or man, no matter how bored or blase' they had become. "I've just returned from a long journey," she said. "A dangerous and wearisome quest to be sure, but I've collected a grand assortment of new and unusual toys in my collection! One of them is sure to please you." "Spare me the sales pitch," Elyse muttered impatiently. "Show me the goods." Hexylarra made an overlong, elaborate business of unlocking and opening precious case. Elyse suspected this was to done to accentuate the drama of her presentation. She realized at once that Hexylarra's appearance at her door was no accident. Her temporary abstinence had apparently not gone unnoticed by the good citizens of Amurkhan. She did appreciate the diversion, even if it did prove to be only momentary (as she was sure it would). Still, perhaps her boredom could be suppressed for the nonce. That was all that mattered. Hexylarra unrolled a dark hued cloth upon which she began to place various objects and parcels. "Ever see one of these?" she asked, holding up a small glass cube to the candlelight. It seemed to be filled with nothing but ordinary water. "What is it?" Elyse asked, fingering the cube. It was warm to the touch. "Here, let me show you," Hexylarra offered. To Elyse's amazement, the cube transformed into a sphere, then a pyramid, followed by a dozen other shapes, all in the space of moments. "It's called a Swift Shifter. It comes from the black swamps that lie many leagues to the South. Its so hot there that the inhabitants only come outside at night and early morning. They spend the rest of their time in dank caves practicing secret sex games. This is one of their discoveries." "What does it do?" Elyse asked as Hexylarra placed the strange object into her hands. It had a gelatinous, sticky texture and was warm to the touch. It flowed and curled about her slender fingers like some loathsome jellyfish. "It has been enchanted to conform to the shape of the fantasies and desires of whoever holds it. It will soon conform itself to your every secret wish. Watch!" The thing continued to undulate in her grasp, but now it began to take on a definite and familiar shape, transforming itself into a phallic shaped object about six inches long. But as it pulsed and shifted in her hand, she realized it was growing larger, inch by inch, until it had reached what even Elyse would describe as ridiculous proportions. It throbbed now with the hum of a mighty engine. "How could any woman fit it in?" Elyse gasped. Hexylarra laughed hoarsely. "I've never seen it grow quite so large before. You must be really horny. But don't worry. It adapts to exactly the right size soon as you try to put it into you. Every nook and cranny of your sex will be filled, caressed and teased by its ever changing surface." "I don't think I like it," Elyse complained. "It has the feel of a frog's hard-on." "No matter," replied the sorceress. "I've many more items in my bag today. Certain I am that something will interest you." She took the slimy thing back from Elyse, whereupon it was transformed once more into a simple transparent cube. "Now here's a tricky little number." She held forth a long glass cylinder, rounded on one end, in which was contained a vague shadow, like smoke shifting in its center. Elyse bent down nearer to it to get a closer look, but then leapt back with a startled gasp as she spied two tiny crimson eyes glaring back at her from within the misty confines of the tube. "What is it?" she was again compelled to ask. "A tiny flame-imp has been captured for all time within by the little wizard Sketzael, who lives on the edge of a mountain of fire. When you insert the cylinder into your sex, the demon uses his tongue of elemental fire on your cervix from within. It is quite a unique experience, or at least so I've been told." Elyse chuckled silently. She knew full well that the old hag had almost certainly tested nearly every item she had for sale on her self at one time or another. "It sounds interesting," Elyse yawned. "For someone else, that is, but I'm afraid it just doesn't appeal to me." "My, we are hard to please tonight, aren't we? But no matter. I have nothing if not variety. What do you think of this?" She held out what appeared to be the penis of a man, but a man of absolutely incredible proportions. Some great craftsman had spent much time on its design. Every detail, every blood-engorged vein, every line and fold of flesh was so life-like it could not be discerned from reality and would have been easily taken as such if not for its inhuman size. It was dark in color, an odd bronze hue like the flesh of no man Elyse had ever seen before. She took it from Hexylarra's withered hands, but nearly dropped it when she felt it writhing in her grasp. "Its alive!" she cried. "Of course. What did you expect it to be? You must remember that I am a sorceress. Nothing that I offer is what it seems. This particular item I had a hand in acquiring myself. I got an ogre drunk after seducing him, and I cut his cock from his body with a purified glass blade. The casting of the spells that keep him bound and his member still alive cost me dear. But I offer it to you today at a bargain price, for I've seen how great is your need." The thing began to pulse in Elyse's grasp, as if it were still attached to its masculine owner. It increased in length and girth until it was fully erect, and as Elyse had guessed, it was of absolutely monstrous proportions. "Really, Hexallara. You outdo yourself, as usual. But again, though it might appeal to those of less refined tastes, I seek less brutal pleasures. Have you nothing else?" "There is one item which I have recently acquired," Hexylarra admitted. "Though I wonder if I dare show it to you since I've already promised it to another." "Who else would offer you the price I would pay? Show it to me!" she demanded. Hexylarra laughed. "There's no harm in letting you see it, I suppose." She then laid upon the table a package wrapped in fine yellow silk, and slowly, she unraveled it, revealing that which was hidden within. A single quartz crystal, exquisitely carved by some ancient magical art into the shape of a man's erect penis gleamed before her in the flickering candle light. It was a thing of beauty incarnate. Every minute and delicate detail of a man's sex had been lovingly rendered in the flawless crystal by some unknown master craftsman. Every subtle line, every pulsing vein had been captured as if reality had been frozen in time. It sparkled from within as if it were composed of the essence of purest magic. Elyse picked it up, caressing and fondling it. With a well practiced eye, she guessed it to be about nine inches, though relatively slender for it's length. It felt strangely cool to the touch and its surface was ingrained with some invisible luster that she could only sense with the delicate whorls of her fingertips. "What is it?" Elyse asked. "From what land does it come?" "I bought it from a renegade priest of Kyr," Hexylarra replied. "He, in turn admitted to me that he had stolen it from the ancient temple of a forgotten god in the south lands. He and his brotherhood had come upon a half devastated city in the course of their wanderings amidst the vast Kalzarian desert. The inhabitants, he said, were mad. They possessed great treasures but they knew little of their value and naught of the world outside. But there was one thing they valued above all else, and that was this crystal phallus. They claim it's all that's left of their god, who their ancestors had known many generations past. According to them, the god departed, leaving only that part of him that gives the gift of life. They used it to deflower young virgins, who then became the priestesses of their god." "The priest was vague about the details of its theft, but he did say he had traveled long since then. I think there is no doubt he was pursued by some terrible fear. I believe he may have lived in mortal terror of the god's vengeance. Yet he drove a hard bargain for its purchase just the same. Had it not been so unique an item, I wouldn't have bought it at all." Elyse felt her heart beat faster within her breast. She desired the thing, she knew, like nothing she had ever desired before. But she was forced to hide her eagerness from Hexylarra. She knew the old witch would drive a hard bargain for the piece, and it would prove even harder if she knew how much she wanted it! Assuming a disinterested tone, she said. "This intrigues me. It is beautiful, at least. How much will you take for it?" Hexylarra frowned, increasing the overall effect of her ugliness. "It won't be cheap, for I spoke the truth before. It really was meant for someone else." "Ha! You wouldn't know the truth if it bit your wrinkled privates! Who would pay you more than I?" "There is a certain elegant lady willing to pay fifty thousand zeals for this piece! And it is rare! There is only one like it in the whole world!" "Fifty thousand zeals! Who can afford so much?" "That's my business," replied Hexylarra "Do you wish to make a counter offer or not? Come! I have many customers to attend to this night, with ladies perhaps as jaded as yourself." "This is outrageous! I offer you sixty thousand crowns, and not a penny more!" "Not good enough, I'm afraid." "Listen, Hexylarra! Sell me the phallus or I'll tell the queen a story about a certain wise woman that once sold love potions on a certain street corner seventeen years ago. I'm sure she'd be eager to hear such information!" "Tell and be damned! For it is your mother, the queen herself that has requested this item! She has been buying my treasures for many years, in fact, since before the day you were born! I wasn't going to tell you, but you forced me. Still, you always have been one of my best customers, so I'll sell it to you for one hundred thousand crowns." "You are mad! I'll give you $75,000, and no more!" "It could mean my head to chance the queen's anger," answered Hexylarra. " "Eighty-five thousand! And not a brass less!" "Done!" cried Elyse. "And it had better be worth it!" she remarked as she counted out several bags of silver coins. Hexylarra cackled with glee. "I wonder if it might prove more marvelous than either of us could have dreamed." The witch's grating laughter receded into the night. Elyse barred the door securely behind her. She was alone with her new treasure at last. She had an odd sense of being on the verge of some great erotic intrigue, of embarking on a daring rendezvous with romantic destiny. It all seemed bizarrely familiar, as if she had lived all these moments before, but had forgotten them long ago. Then she remembered. She had felt something very similar when she had first lost her virginity at the age of thirteen to an older boy she'd agreed to meet late one night in the palace gardens. The sense of danger, the promise of illicit erotic abandon was much the same as it had been that wondrous eve so long ago. She began to set the stage for her own seduction. She extinguished most of the candles in the chamber, leaving only those that would illuminate the great circular bed in the center of the room. She dressed herself in one of her favorite robes, a sheer piece of flimsy silk cleverly designed to accentuate the supple curves and sleek lines of her young, nubile form. It left much bared but was more distinctively enticing for what it covered rather than for what it revealed. She lay down upon her bed. The cool breeze of the Midsummer's Eve wafted gently through her open window, caressing her naked flesh. Stars burned dimly through the lace curtains. A silver sliver of the crescent moon shimmered just above the edge of the horizon. Elyse felt herself slipping into a slow mood of lazy sensuality. One slender palm caressed her belly, sliding across her silken flesh to encounter the supple weight of her left breast. She let it's soft contours fill her hand, teasing the nipple until it grew hard and pointed with the fervency of her desire. Once more, she unwrapped the pure white silk that covered the crystal phallus. Once more, she was unexpectedly startled by its unearthly beauty. Its utter perfection was almost surreal. A soft, warm luster shone from within its depths, as if it were inhabited by some vagrant will o' the wisp. The Crystal Phallus She was overcome by a seething, irrepressible joy, a desire to dance naked in the streets, reveling in the wild and sensual wonder of her own body. A thousand impossibly erotic daydreams whispered through her mind. She lived again every moment of every secret tryst, every fervent embrace she had ever experienced. Her breasts, swollen and aching, strained against the silken garment. Watching herself in the immense overhead mirror, she felt a stranger that was herself caressing her body. Waves of delicious heat spread outward from her belly and darted like tiny bolts of lightning thru her loins and thighs. She quivered. Her free hand slipped beneath the silk. Her long fingers immediately encountered the swollen lips of her vulva. Her sex had already fully blossomed and the silk was sticky with her fever. She stroked the slippery inner lips of her sex, gently squeezing them then drawing them back and forth, brushing against the hood the covered her clitoris. More bolts of unbelievable bolts of pleasure tore thru her entire body. In the heat of her lust she began to fondle the crystal phallus as if it belonged to a living man. She kissed it, letting her lips slide over its shimmering surface. It felt wonderful in her mouth, it's texture like nothing she had ever known before. There was an inexplicable warmth that emanated from its crystal surface. She could almost feel it throbbing against her wandering tongue. Two fingers were now greedily plunging into the opening of her sex. She was losing control, gone half wild with mindless lust. Taking the fingers from her sex and the phallus from her mouth, she drew it nearer to the center of her need. Placing it against the mouth of her sex, she closed her eyes, reveling in the sweet warmth of the phallus pressing against her flesh. It seemed for a moment as if a man really was there, hovering above her, patiently waiting to deliver the killing thrust, to consummate his sweet victory. At last it came! She cried out in her utter delight, thanking all the gods she knew! Real tears of joy and gratitude streamed down her cheeks. Slowly, she slid the crystal phallus deeper inside her. Waves of joy and power surged into her loins. She shuddered, tossing her golden haired head back and forth like a lioness in heat. Finally, the crystal balls rested firmly against the crack of her ass. Unbelievable energies were spreading thru her loins, coursing through the length of the crystal rod. A thousand fiery tongues of lambent energy were devouring her from within. She was dying and being reborn all at once. She moaned and squirmed. Her glory came. Her legs rose into the air in a final spasm. Her breasts heaved as her breath came in startled gasps. Her heart stopped. Time ceased. She went out into the universe. She knew in that moment she had become a complete incarnation of the goddess, the image of every satiated woman that had ever been or ever would be. There was no future. There was no past. She was where she wanted to be, when she wanted to be, who she wanted to be. She had arrived at the truth of her own womanhood and the glory of her own being. She was an angel, a goddess, a god's dream of ecstasy. She was the miracle of love and life, and at last she had found her fulfillment. II. Deep within the subterranean bowels of Amurkhan, far from the exotic games and intrigues of Elyse and the royal court yet inextricably entwined with them, Shaikul, the much dreaded sorceress of the Black Moon, abided, sitting on a throne made from the bones of long dead kings. She was the terror of the people, a malignant spider who wove webs of power and deceit in every corner of the kingdom, and whose only amusement was the snaring and devouring of her prey. Her spies were everywhere, and it was well known that she could transform herself at will to any living form, so that none knew when she might be near. She had long ago allied herself with the powerful Lemurian gods, the Elohim, and this elder sorcery kept her form and face fair and young and beautiful, though the years had been long and would not have been kind to her malignant spirit. She sat in silence now on her awful throne. Her eyes were closed, but the half human guards that waited upon her knew well that she did not sleep. Her spirit had left her body and was wandering free. In this manner she became aware of every aspect of reality, even those things to which mortal senses are blind. She held converse with the vaporous, shadowy beings that roam the outer dark, and from them she learned secrets beyond the ken of mortal man. When at last her eyes fluttered open once more they were filled with a fury that was awful to behold. So terrible was her countenance that her servants dared not look upon her directly. Death was in her eyes. "Summon the Skulkers!" she commanded. The twisted men departed swiftly to do her bidding, relieved even for a short time to be free of the shadow of Shaikul's presence. But even their dim minds recognized how long it had been since the witch-queen had called for the Skulkers. There was little doubt that dire magic, sorcery of utter terror and calamity was being planned. They laughed with glee. Unlike her demonic minions, the Skulkers weren't dominated by Shaikul's will. They did her bidding for enigmatic reasons of their own. Because of this, they were unpredictable and couldn't always be trusted. No one was really sure if they were aught but mindless beasts. In truth few had ever seen their faces and lived to tell of it. All that was known of them for certain was the tales of their horrors. The Skulkers inhabited the darkest catacombs beneath Shaikul's abysmal dungeons. What grisly food they found to sustain themselves there few dared to guess, but it was well known that many of the sorceress' prisoners from her dungeons vanished from time to time, though none were ever known to escape. Four Skulkers answered Shaikul's summons. The demon warriors crept back as they approached. Even beings as foul as they were fearful of the taint of the Skulkers. Some said it was because they recognized what they would ultimately become. The flesh of these creatures was gray and mottled and horribly scarred by open sores and rotting abscesses. They wore no clothing. Insects buzzed about their heads and crawled across their flesh. A sickly odor pervaded the chamber, the stench of disease. They shambled forth on appendages that could not truly be called legs. They appeared to be more akin to tentacles than limbs. Their bodies were shapeless, quivering masses of rotting flesh. Their faces, if such they could be called, were like those of ancient, disfigured dolls, save for the great, slavering maws filled with razor-like, crimson-stained teeth. But their most terrible aspect was their eyes. They were the eyes of utter lunacy and despair, black and bulging and glittering with emotions no sane being had ever experienced. In a manner that no man may describe, Shaikul was able to transmit her will to the Skulkers until they fully understood what she wanted them to do. The arts of her sorcery made her thoughts clear, imprinting them upon their feeble minds as if they were their own. They departed, shambling into the darkness from which they had come. No one was sorry to see them go. The dark sorceress sat in silence. Her minions did not dare intrude upon the thoughts that passed thru her mind. Shaikul's shadowy webs of magic extended far beyond the borders of the kingdom of Amurkhan. She manipulated kings, queens, and princes as though they were toys created for her amusement. And yet few of them even knew of her existence, and fewer still knew the true extent of her power. Those few who knew the true meaning of her games and the real reasons she played them rarely stayed alive for long. Some there were who could justly attest to the compulsion of her darkly tainted sexual magic, for many there were who had fallen prey to its evil influence. She used the power of her body as but another tool to further her arcane ends and the ends of her masters, the Lemurians. It was known that she had a voracious sexual appetite, and anyone gazing upon her would swiftly realize little difficulty she had enticing men or women into such dangerous liaisons. Her flesh was as pale as the moon, and her hair, like a raven's wing, (black as her heart, so the tales say), and flowed as an ebony waterfall across the velvet expanse of her body. Her eyes were also black as starless midnight, It is said that a man might stare too long into those eyes find himself in a dream and fall into their depths forever. Her face had a sharp elfin cast that only served to increase the hypnotic splendor of her beauty. The black silken dress she wore clung to her body in an almost obscene manner, accentuating her curves in ways that had literally stolen men's breaths away. Any man that lost his heart to her also lost his soul. Her sorcery began to consume him from within until he was but a mindless husk, ready and willing to do her every bidding. These empty puppets became the armies of her minions. Most had long since forgotten their love for the sorceress, but they still remembered their fear. And it was by fear that she controlled them. She clapped her hands twice. Two men entered, each wearing nothing except black leather hoods that fitted tightly over each of their heads. Only their eyes were completely free. Their mouths were covered with zipper-like apparatus which could be released only at the will of their mistress. Shaikul reclined on her divan, spreading her long slender legs. She let the two slaves gaze upon the delights she revealed, for she never wore under-garments. She called the first man forward and released the zipper from his mouth, directing him down to her naked pubis, which already gleamed wetly in the candle light. She called a second man forward, taking his manhood in the heat of her palm as soon as he neared. His cock slowly rose in her grasp even as she watched. He had seemed at first of somewhat average size, but with each pulse of his heart, he grew larger and harder until it had attained what can only be described as impressively ample proportions. She could stand it no longer. Her tongue snaked out, rolling wetly across the underside of the huge rod. Her lips opened wide to receive it, but she found she could only fit a portion of it in her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. His juices ran freely from the tiny slit at the top of his knob. She sipped the heady flavor of his maleness. The first warrior now began to lick the tiny puckered hole of her bottom. She squirmed in his grasp. His tongue became more insistent, actually probing her anus several inches. As she responded more wildly to this lewd intrusion, he began to plunge the full length of his tongue inside her. Apparently tiring of this game at last, the warrior positioned his sex, which though considerable, was far less formidable than the monster that throbbed in her mouth, against the tiny opening of her forbidden hole. Slowly, he forced his way inside her. Shaikul grunted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Soon the warrior was plunging into her bottom with the fury of a sail in a hurricane. The chamber resounded with the violence of their flesh colliding. Shaikul screamed, overcome by the fury of her own storm. The cock in her mouth exploded, hurling its warm balm into the depths of her throat. For that one shining moment, she forgot her plots and manipulations. She forgot the crystal phallus and the beauteous vixen that now possessed it. For that one single fleeting instant, she needed nothing else, not even conscious thought. But the moment swiftly passed. From the heights of glorious lust she fell once more to the shattering rocks of grim reality which ever waited for her below. She pulled herself free from the warrior who was still ravaging her behind. She looked on him with disgust. She clapped her hands once. Four massive warriors bearing heavy axes entered the chamber. Shaikul made a silent gesture. Her two lovers died without a sound. All was silent once more in the ancient catacombs beneath the city of Amurkhan. III. Elyse had been enchanted. She knew this to be true. Without doubt, she had been enraptured by the power of a sorcery as wondrous as it was mysterious. Why else would she now utilize hidden passages in order to depart the castle unseen in the middle of the night? Why else should she dance alone beneath the circle of the moon, her naked body a glimmer in the darkness as she drifted further, ever further away from the safety of her palace home? In truth, she wouldn't have cared if she were under an enchantment or not. She was in ecstasy. Each moment was a delirium of joy, and each moment was eternal. She had become a goddess. The phallus still burned deep within her body and every step and movement brought waves of almost unbearable pleasure until at times she felt on the verge of collapsing into the soft grass, moaning with delight as she writhed wantonly upon the sward. But some secret need, some untold desire compelled her on with an urge that was almost beyond the realms of sexual. She might have called it if love she was able to find words at all. She had long since slipped past the level of verbal communication. Her soul had found its expression now in purest unadulterated emotion. She peered ahead thru the gloom. Wisps of fog drifted down across the gently sloping hillsides. Stone spires towered amongst the stars. To Elyse, they looked like immense cocks stabbing blindly into the night sky. She vaguely knew that she had somehow wandered into the ancient ruins that dotted the hills and valleys east of the palace. She hadn't realized how quickly she had come so far. She danced on. The sensations inside her grew stronger with each step she took. Thick mists rose about her. Cool droplets of water beaded on her naked flesh. Suddenly she stopped. Some inner sense told her that she had reached her objective, yet there was nothing there to be seen. Then she looked down. Embedded in the ground were four very smooth rectangular stones. Their colors reminded Elyse of the sea, streaks of coral and pearl. The stones were set in the pattern of a cross. Elyse remembered having seen this symbol many times before, in the temple of the goddess Ahura, which she had visited often in her youth so that she might be granted the favors of sacred womanhood. Compelled by an urge impossible to deny, she lay down and found to her surprise that each limb of the sacred cross corresponded to one of her own. The material didn't feel like stone at all. It was soft and warm against her, like living flesh. Closing her eyes, she waited. She might have been there moments, or perhaps hours, maybe even days or years. Time as a standard became meaningless. The crystal phallus throbbed deeply within her. The sacred cross enfolded her like a living womb. She drifted in and out of the thin boundaries of sleep many times. Perhaps she even dreamed. At times she thought she could feel the weight of a lover's body pressed against her belly and breasts. Sometimes a soft breeze would blow and she could almost swear it was the breath of her phantom lover caressing her throat in the heat of his passion. Above her head, shafts of silver moonlight broke through the lacing of the fog. White spectral forms of light played about the fields of her body like drifting ghosts, slipping swiftly past the valley between her thighs, lingering in illusive patches on the soft curves of her breasts. "I can be yours completely and wholly, if such is your wish." The voice startled her out of her half sleep. Was she being spied upon? Who could have followed her here so swiftly? "I am already one with you," said the voice, "As surely you can perceive." Elyse felt the crystal phallus throb within her. A wave of overwhelming ecstasy overcame her body, cascading in waves thru her loins and thighs. "Nay," said the voice in a reassuring tone. "Fear not. You have not gone mad! For the moment, perceive me as a spirit if you will; the spirit that inhabits the crystal phallus. Seek not to know my purposes, for they are far beyond the fathoming of your mortal mind. Suffice to say that if you will but lend me the use of your human form for a time, I will give you the power to accomplish anything you may desire." Elyse was wary. She had heard of demons making such offers as this. Yet the feel of the phallus burning within her urged her to throw caution to the winds. She needed the phallus. She needed what it could give her. She no longer cared if she lived or died. She only wanted the phallus. She only wanted its wonderful power to fill her once more, to send her soaring over that illusive edge of delirious oblivion for which she so yearned. "And what might it be that I desire?" she inquired huskily, barely holding the heat of her lust in check. Her body shook from the intensity of sensations produced by the phallus as it burned inside her. "Only you might say," replied the voice. "It is I who will be compelled to obey. But first you must help me regain the rest of my body." "Ah," said Elyse dreamily. "I knew there would be a catch." "It is not a displeasing body," said the voice, "As you might guess, given the part of me you are experiencing right now." Again she felt the delicious electric throb of the phallus inside her. She could hardly contain herself. Her body writhed in an ecstatic dance. "I can give you more, much more, as a whole being." "You've convinced me," gasped Elyse. "Tomorrow, I'll mount an expedition to seek your lost body. But for tonight, I would sample a further taste of the pleasures you promise me." She was only just beginning to lose herself in the delicious throes of her second orgasm when the Skulkers found her. They came thru the walls crawled over her like huge insects. Their malformed bodies were cold and they stank of the rot of the grave. She gagged, writhing in the grasp of a half dozen stone-like talons. A huge fist crashed against the side of her head. Darkness. IV. The witch queen glared down at her helpless captive. "Sweet Elyse, you have been very troublesome to me," she whispered. In the past, your petty intrigues and outrageous affairs have served to amuse me. But this night it has been your misfortune to become involved in something far beyond your meager ability to comprehend." Elyse cowered, avoiding the ebon eyes of her tormentor. Though they had never met, she knew this woman could only be the dark sorceress Shaikul, she whose name was spoken in fearful whispers in the shadowed alleys of Amurkhan. But what interest could Shaikul have in her? Desperately, she peered about her. She was obviously in a dungeon secreted far below the city. Sputtering, oily torches hung in blackened bronze stanchions on walls of rough hewn limestone. There was an odor of decay and mold in the dank air. She had been bound, face down, her naked ass thrust lewdly into the air like a bitch in heat. Never before had she felt so exposed and degraded. A lean, craggy-faced man, whose skeletal body was wrapped nearly head to toe in a long, winding bandage of white linen appeared at Shaikul's side, bowing low. Elyse's heart screamed. A Death Doctor! Was she to be tortured before she died? "We are unable to remove it," the Death Doctor spoke. His voice was the icy void of the tomb. "Unless you approve surgery." "Nay," said Shaikul. There was a hint of a malicious smile on her cruel beautiful lips. "I have a better idea. Summon Gorth!" "Listen well, Elyse," whispered the witch queen, caressing her throat and then viciously tugging at her hair as her lips touched her ear. "You have not yet incurred my wrath, though you have been very tiresome indeed. You have inside you a totem which I highly value. And you, silly little whore, have not the least conception of the magnitude of the power of that thing which now probes that most intimate part of your body! Unfortunately the crystal phallus has for some reason acquired a taste for your cunt which nearly as strong as your desire for strange cock. Until one of you relinquishes their desire for the other, no power that I possess can separate you." The Crystal Phallus A squat, iron muscled dwarf entered the chamber. Only a black silk loincloth covered his nudity. His flesh was white as death, as one who had never before seen the sun. "Gorth, disrobe!" Shaikul commanded. The troll monster obeyed. What was then revealed made Elyse gasp with awe and no small sense of terror. The creature''s member was monstrous beyond all proper human proportions. His sex hung down thick as an oak staff until it was dragging on the floor. The purple head was the size of a large man's tightly clenched fist. "Impressive, is he not?" Shaikul laughed. "Now, Elyse, I warn you only once. If you don't willingly give up the phallus now, I shall tell Gorth to take you there!" She thrust her thumb deep into the tight ring of Elyse's anus. Elyse squirmed from the pain of the sudden intrusion. "And he shall not do so gently! I doubt that you'll survive the ravishing. No one ever has. Still, you can avoid this entire messy ordeal by selling me the crystal phallus. Then I'll set you free and you can go on your way. The choice is yours." "Do as she desires," said the voice of the phallus in her mind. "I have a plan to free us." Elyse reached down and pulled on the phallus. It came free easily from her pussy under her touch. Shaikul ripped it from her grasp. It glittered in her hands as if it were composed of emerald fire. "Mine at last!" she cried, "Power enough to command demons, even gods!" The crystal phallus blazed brighter, as if in response to her fervent words. The slave Gorth eyed it fearfully. "Aaaaaaah!" Shaikul screamed, hurling the phallus to the floor. It lay where she had tossed it, filled with a fierce inner flame. "The cursed thing burned me!" she screeched. "Gods! My hands!" "Quickly now!" urged the ghostly voice. "Pick me up and run until you find open air." Elyse hesitated. She had seen Shaikul's badly blistered hands. "Swiftly! I won't burn you!" She leapt for the phallus, but Shaikul had anticipated such a move. "Gorth!" she cried. "Slay the bitch!" Elyse had the phallus, but Gorth was nearly upon her, his great hands stretching towards her throat. Suddenly, a beam of intense blue light leapt from the phallus, striking the monster's eyes. He cursed and clutched blindly on. Elyse dodged nimbly aside, striking his temple with the phallus as he stumbled past. He fell, temporarily stunned. There was no one now between her and the exit. She dove into the ebony corridors and ran blindly on. She came at last to a set of stairs and endless climbing. The cold stones bruised her naked feet. She felt as if she would surely collapse any moment. But at last she saw a dim light from somewhere far ahead. The light came from a window. Elyse peered out, only to realize with horror that she was now far above ground level. The city of Amurkhan was spread out below her, just now awakening to its early morning rituals. The sun was only beginning to crest the horizon as she watched. "Place me inside you once more!" ordered the phallus. "At a time like this?!" Elyse replied. "You must be joking!" An arrow thudded into the window casing beside her. "Do as I command, stupid mortal!" the voice of the phallus roared in her mind. "Else we are both doomed!" She hesitated no longer. Bending forward, she thrust the phallus into her sex from behind as she leaned over the windowsill. The surge of joyous ecstatic power made her stagger. "Now leap!" "What!? And shatter myself on the paving stones? Are you mad? Or is it I, perhaps, who has lost my mind?" "Do it now or the next arrow will strike your heart!" And so it was. Elyse had no choice but to throw her fate to the winds. Closing her eyes, she leapt into the unknown. V. She was flying. The wind rushed into her face as she soared thru the dawn skies straight towards the sun. The crystal phallus thrust her from behind, pushing her thru the air as if she were a feather at the whim of a vagrant breeze. The rooftops of the city passed far below. Elyse saw old women hanging out their laundry far below. They stopped to gawk and point at her. She laughed. The surging power of the phallus deep inside her, the force of the wind tingling on her taut nipples, all were combining to cause her body to reach out for the most mind-stunning, heart-stopping orgasm she had ever known. She could feel herself reaching, stretching for ecstatic release. "Not yet!" warned the phallus. "Only the magic of our combined sexual tensions keep us now afloat. Surrender to your climax now and we'll plummet to the earth and strike it before the last throes of your orgasm subside!" Elyse heeded his warning just in time, getting a grip on her self before she drifted over the edge. Still, her desire, the gnawing fever, was becoming nearly impossible to deny. The crystal phallus was a torrid engine thrusting deep into her vitals, fucking her deeply and powerfully as they soared through the air. She knew she must surely die. Crying out, she bit her own tongue. The pain momentarily forestalled her imminent explosion, but it couldn't be withheld very much longer. "Just a moment more," said the phallus. "I'll put us down in that grassy clearing over there." They swooped lower until they were brushing the tops of the trees. Leaves and small twigs stung her breasts, lashing at her taut nipples. This close to the edge of her orgasm, the pain was translated into exquisite pleasure. They were descending rapidly. Elyse saw the clearing even as the first quivering vibrations of her inner joy ran thru her belly and thighs. Then they were falling and the earth was rushing up to meet them. There was an explosion in her mind and she went temporarily blind. Her entire body surrendered to a delicious trembling heat, an almost electric shock which ran through every nerve. She crashed against the grassy sward of the meadow. Her breath was smashed out of her lungs. Stars burst behind her eyelids and her mind went blank. She tumbled across the grassy ground and in that moment, her body gave way entirely to her lust. Her wildly clutching hands grasped bright wildflowers and clumps of grass, all of which were strewn into the air in a mad, colorful shower as she cartwheeled across the meadow. At last, she came to rest on her back. A myriad of soft petals from the torn blossoms drifted down, settling in her golden hair. She lay there moaning softly as the cream of her lust ran down her silken thighs. At last she rose, her body still quivering. "The place where my body is stored isn't much further," said the phallus. "Since you find it so difficult to control yourself, we'll have to walk the rest of the way." Though exhausted from her recent experiences, Elyse agreed to this proposal. Inwardly, though, she was a little taken aback by the phallus' imperious attitude. To what kind of being had the crystal prick been attached, she wondered? She began to be a little afraid of the phallus, and perhaps this piqued her erotic interest still further. The day was already growing old. By now, she knew Shaikul had almost certainly set the Skulkers on their trail. Elyse began to wonder if this adventure might not lead to her doom after all. She also wondered if she would ever find some clothes to hide her nudity. She didn't relish the thought of being discovered by a band of ruffians in her present condition. Yet, despite her fears and discomforts, in her heart there was a strange sense of delight. She was the pampered daughter of royalty, but in many ways her life had been bound by chains far tighter than any slave's. She had never been allowed to go anywhere outside the castle keep of Amurkhan. She had never even shown her face in public without an armed guard, for many were the foes of the monarchy that walked the common streets. All daughters of royalty were subject to the dangers of kidnapping and ransom, or even the cold steel of the political fanatic. This was the world she had grown up in. Now, for the first time in her life, she was no longer bound by the strictures of the royal court. This, she thought, is what freedom feels like. Everything she saw was completely alien to her. She had only known the trees, gardens, wide streets and markets of the palace grounds in Amurkhan. But there were few trees in this land she found her self in now, and no streets or houses. There was only an endlessly rising gray plain, dotted here and there with scrubby bushes out of which rose immense golden stones sculpted in bizarre fashions by the passing of the eternal winds. "It was here, many centuries gone," said the phallus, "That I was parted from my body. It must lie here still! It must!" There was desperation in the transcendent voice. Elyse wondered what they would do if they couldn't find the body. "How did you come to be in this predicament?" she asked. "And how is it that your consciousness lives on embodied now within your sex?" "Such things are difficult to explain to mortals," replied the phallus. "I'm not really human, though my form was made to resemble a man. I am not truly of this plane at all, but of a reality whose nature is such that I could not begin to describe it to you in a manner that you might comprehend." "In ancient days, there was a mad sorceress, a Lemurian witch whose name I'll not dare repeat, and it was she who tore me from my home amongst the stars, and by using my own power against me, created this mortal form in which I'm now doomed to forever dwell. She seduced me then, by means of dark sexual sorceries more gruesome, more repulsive than anything you can possibly imagine. By drawing out in this manner the power of my seed, she drew much of the magic from my being into herself, and she used that power in ever more unspeakable and despicable acts. Finally I decided I could abide no more of her mad and evil lust, and so refused to serve her further." "She took her revenge upon me then, splitting my crystalline body into several large pieces and instilling the force of my consciousness within my severed manhood, this crystal phallus you see before you. Here has my mind resided through the centuries, while I have been used and abused most foully in countless acts of unspeakable depravity." For some time, they had been approaching one of the fantastically misshapen towers that were scattered across the horizon. Now she was close enough to see an immense cave which opened out from the eastern cliff face of the imposing tower. "That is the Gate of Macha!" cried the phallus. "I see it with your vision as if I were looking out thru my own eyes! Long has it been since I dared hope to behold this place once more! But now we must be wary! There will surely be magical safeguards that we might trigger before we reach the safety of the gate." "I don't understand," said Elyse. "What have we to fear of a sorceress who has surely been resting in her grave for more than a millennium?" "You have little knowledge of deep sorcery. She had lived for a millennium or more when I first encountered her, and may live still to this day. But even if she has passed on to her just reward in hell long ago, her magic might still be active. Sorcery of such nature, once set in motion, seldom dies." The cave drew ever nearer, looming before them, threatening to devour them if they dared step within the confines of that black chasm. "Something is wrong," said the phallus. "I smell the taint of recent sorcery. And I sense the presence of many eyes upon us even now. We are not alone here." Then there was nothing. The crystal phallus appeared to grow lifeless in her hands. She could hear it's ghostly voice no more and it no longer felt like a living thing in her hands. "Did you truly believe I wouldn't find you here?" From out of the shadows of the cave came Shaikul, her body wreathed in wandering tendrils of a strange dark fog. A dozen iron-armored warriors were arrayed behind her, some of them distinctly inhuman. "Don't come near me!" Elyse warned. She held the dead phallus in her fist as if she were wielding a dagger. Shaikul looked grim. Her hands were wreathed in bloody bandages and her eyes had taken on much of the demonic cast of her companions. She no longer laughed. "Elyse, you will find this little consolation, but it wasn't my intention to slay you," said Shaikul. "But now that I have learned of your unique communication with the phallus of the god, I'm afraid that you've become a danger to me. I can no longer allow you to live." "Kill her!" she commanded. An ax-man whose burly arms were splattered with gaudy tattoos came forth to do her bidding. He lifted his gleaming steel axe, whirling it thrice about his head. Elyse could do nothing but wait for death. But the blow never fell. Instead, an arrow sprouted from the surprised brigand's throat, and he went down, an odd look of shock and dismay etched forever on his swarthy face. An echoing cry reverberated from the cliffs, like the cries of haunted birds or long-dead spirits from hell. More arrows fell from nowhere, but the dark warriors held up their iron shields and the shafts were deflected harmlessly to their sides. A band of warriors now appeared miraculously on the hillsides. Elyse saw that they had secreted themselves in small niches in the stone, patiently awaiting the moment of ambush. They were clothed like bandits and pirates, all in a bizarre collection of gaudy silks, filthy leathers and battered, tarnished, copper ornaments. 'If demons had children,' thought Elyse, shuddering,' They would look like these.' Still, for all their ferocity, they were outnumbered and poorly armed. There were only a few bows among the nine men that confronted them and their swords were little more than meat cleavers, the blades heavily notched and scarred. What chance had they against Shaikul's necromantic allies? But they were indeed swift, and fell amongst the demons before they could defend themselves. Soon, all was lost in the conflagration of swift battle. Elyse saw black demon blood flow as well as human. This surprised her. It seemed the fight was more even than she had thought. Then through the very center of the melee, a gaunt, wild-maned youth wielding a long straight blade with more than average skill came charging through. He dodged his foes' weapons with a tigerish speed and agility and his sword scored deadly points. Few would stand against him. All at once, everything was midnight and lightning fire. Elyse realized that Shaikul had unleashed her sorcery at last against her enemies, and that she herself had been caught in the midst of that dire spell. Sparks of emerald fire exploded before her face. She stumbled and fell, surrendering once more to the sweet grace of oblivion. VI. When next she knew the gift of awareness, she saw only darkness. She was cold and shivering. She became dimly aware that someone was wrapping a blanket about her naked body, for which she was very grateful. From far away, she thought she heard man's gentle voice. It had been a long time, she thought, since a man had spoken to her in such a manner. Now she could see him standing above her, his head outlined by the stars. She recognized the leader of the brigands that had attacked Shaikul. She started, half afraid of rape or murder from the pirate. But he only stared at her in an oddly concerned manner. His steely blue eyes offered no threat. "Fear not, lass," the warrior said, his voice tinged with an odd northern accent. "I'll not harm you! It seems we are the only two left alive after that witch's sorcerous butchery." Elyse soon realized she no longer possessed the phallus. Shaikul had taken it, she knew. The black bitch had taken it and she had been left for dead! The warrior stripped off his cloak and wrapped it around her nakedness. "When I saw everyone being blasted to pieces by her magic, I fell amongst the corpses and pretended to be dead," he explained. "I saw Shaikul take something from you, then walk off with her surviving ghouls as if we were of no more concern to her than insects she had just crushed." Elyse began to recollect her senses. "What is your name, warrior?" she asked. "I am called Mantegor. In the tongue of my people, it means "slayer of the wolf". I have made a long journey here on foot from the land of Arcturus, which lies far to the north and has its coast upon the eastern sea." Elyse ran her practiced eyes over the body of the young warrior. Though he was still very young, he had the look of a man who'd seen many battles. There were many scars on the lean body, and most of them were not new. His bright blue eyes, seated deep beneath the twin dark brows had a way of peering directly into her soul when she chanced to meet his gaze with her own. He was thin and well muscled, and his face was pale and beardless. Clothed in a strange hodge-podge of furs, leathers, and scraps of silk, it looked as though he had picked up pieces of his wardrobe here and there wherever he traveled. In the long locks of his dark hair were strung colored beads and glittering crystals. "Mantegor," said Elyse, "You may find this hard to believe, but I am a princess in this land." She felt frustrated, as if she were trying to explain herself to a child. "My mother is the queen of the great city of Amurkhan, and she will pay you a handsome reward for returning me safely to my palace. And I'll pay you handsomely if you retrieve that which Shaikul stole from me." Mantegor laughed. "You must think me a fool! I've been to your 'great city' of Amurkhan, and I was none too impressed! There was naught there to compare with the trading port of Grimwell on the northwestern sea. That is a great city! And I have heard of you too, princess! Your exploits are well known in the gossip circles of the lower classes, and you have been the subject of endless filthy jokes." For the first time in her memory, Elyse blushed. How dare this barbarian insult her this way! "Still," he continued on, unaware of her seething anger, "I'm not adverse to another visit to that "great city", and I would escort you back there for a small reward. As for the other, I cannot say. I owe Shaikul a debt myself now, but I'm not foolish enough to try my sword again against her sorcery. I'm no coward, but I'll not fight a battle I have no chance of winning." "There may yet be a way," said Elyse. She felt new strength within, a force of will like none she had ever before known. Something had changed inside her. She felt a fierce, nearly manic hatred for Shaikul, and a still fiercer desire for the pleasures the crystal phallus had brought her. "There is another sorceress who dwells near here. In fact, I believe that snow-capped peak in the west is where she makes her home, the citadel of Zan Thoros. She is called Azaya, the ice queen, and it's said she's often willing to trade secrets of her magic in trade for certain favors from mortals." "I've heard of her, but it is said that she is a madwoman," Mantegor pointed out. "I'll not seek her out without some chance of a larger reward. I've brooked dragons in their lairs before, but only for a profit, and Azaya seems at least as deadly as any fire-breathing serpent." Elyse drew nearer to him, pressing the flesh of her naked breast against his arm. "Would I not be reward enough?" she breathed, her voice a husky whisper. Mantegor stared down at her and began to laugh. "Forgive me princess," he stuttered between guffaws. "You're indeed a very beautiful woman, and I'm sure such an offer has turned the head of many a civilized man in the past. But I'm not a civilized man. Women as beautiful as you can be had for less than ten coins of silver in the market place of Shabul every day. No, my princess, you'll have to make a better bargain than that." Anger vied with frustration in her heart. Men had always been nothing more than toys to her, weapons she was used to manipulating with promises of sex to gain her ends. But Mantegor was different from any man she had ever encountered in her short sheltered life. On sudden impulse, she reached up and unclasped the necklace of rubies her father had given her on her last birthday. She handed them over to the amazed barbarian.