THE TEMPLE TREAT

written 2008 by Paul Gerard

Warning: The text below is, by its very intent, pornographic in nature. It is also a flight of fantasy, a fever dream brought to paper. This is neither intended nor suitable for minors, or adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting.

Author's Note: This is a first edition; as such, it may contain errors. Yes, i'm no native english writer, either. Find a copyeditor? (rolls eyes) ... Suuuure. This is just a little weirdness on the side that i'm indulging in.

Altaerna - a world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind's stage.

This story unfolds in a desert land not unlike Earth's Egypt, in a time not unlike Earth's 19th century. "He" is just some nosy tourist in his late twenties, and "she" turns out to be ... older. Much, much older.

"You were looking for answers, and you will find them."

The sack was lifted from his head, and he recognized the surroundings. This was the inner sanctum of the small pyramid they had been visiting days before. A narrow doorway was now in a place where he vividly recalled a stone wall to be, and the unsure light of torches painted dim circles on the blackness of the walls, pulling unsettling drawings from the darkness. Equally unsettling was that his hands were shackled to the wooden pillar in his back, rooting him on his hard seat.

The hooded priestess had stepped back in front to him and opened the locks on a wooden box that rested on the marble pillar by her side. Her shape reflected in the square pool of two by two yards, which he recalled being an empty pit of a yard's depth. Now, a surface like a black mirror filled it to about hand's width from the rim. With much ceremony and reverence the woman took a sphere of polished silver from the chest, about five inches in diameter. As she held it at arm's length over the thick, black liquid in the marble edged pool and mumbled quietly, waves began to ripple back and forth across the surface.

The substance slowly contracted into an elongating trunk, stretching towards the ball. Sliding from her hand, the sphere came to a gently swinging halt in mid-air just before the black slime made contact with its underside and, after a short pause, the substance covered it in the blink of an eye like a snake swallowing an egg.

The shapes of the priestress and the thugs that had dragged him here receded into the darkness, and moments later, he heard a door being shut behind him, a heavy bar sliding into place on the outside. He dared not batting an eye for fear of raising the curiosity of the vile organism that flowed and bubbled in front of him, and stared on in horror at the weird sight.

The shape-shifting substance as a whole accelerated its movements, as if it had been unsure before, but now had decided on a certain form. The trunk thinned in its middle, it split into two legs while a pair of shoulders formed beneath the featureless orb on top that was propelled upwards until it reached a seven feet height. From the torso's hint of shoulders a thin stream seeped in an steep arc down and halted at half-height, collecting itself into two hovering globs that within seconds sprouted five fingers each, then filled the shape of arms as if black oil was pouring into an invisible mould.

The whole process could not have taken longer than a mere minute, and at the end of it, there stood a motionless, seven feet tall statue that could have been black marble, except for the occasional drop of black oil from the fingertips. As he stared at that minor detail, he saw the drops slow down in their fall, hovering undecided for a few blinks of the eye, then float upwards until they fused back into the fingertips. In the silence, the deep, first breath of the creature startled him, and his gaze returned to its head, but it was hidden in the deep shadows where the torches' light fled.

A shiver crept over the surface of the living liquid, then the tall body bent down towards him and he could see the head of the creature as it moved into the light. True to the pyramid atmosphere, a head with animal, with feline features mixed into its female face rested on the shoulders. Yellow eyes, vaguely lit from the inside, held him in a steady stare. Its lips parted with a reluctant motion of skin that had been glued shut by dried saliva, and the sight of a ferocious set of teeth in glaring white against the surrounding black of its skin startled him.

Its voice was comforting, maybe a bit on the coarse side. "Sorry, no curls of ravenwing hair billowing in the midnight's storm."

"Www...?"

It chuckled. "That's what you imagined your imaginary playthings like, isn't it? Sorry. Hair is hard for me to do. Oh, if you want to get a scream out of your system, don't hold back." It pointed at the walls. "Thirty feet of stone in every direction, at minimum. Go ahead, holler all you need, i don't care." Following back the extended arm, he saw for the first time the well-rounded chest of the creature, and decided to switch pronouns instantly.

She stepped forward in a smooth motion and disappeared behind him. Warm fingers ran over his wrists, forced themselves in between the shackles and pulled. Metal screamed and finally ripped with a bang that echoed through the room, and his hands were free. She returned to the pool and sat down, crossing her legs. He noticed her athletic build, the narrow hip, the weird feet, caught halfway between human and beast.

"OK, right. I get it. I see. Right. That's not happening. Some of those jerks at the bar have slipped me drugs in my drink. Har har."

"Alright, then. Come on, get up, touch me. See if i'm really just a figment of your imagination."

He raised his hand, then hesitated. Hell, why not up the stakes while he was at it.

"Anywhere i want to?"

Her eyes followed his arm down to his hand. She blinked, then cocked her head with a strange smile. "You grab me there, boy, and ... " her own hand rose to the side of her head, fingers flexing as little black drops flowed, reshaping themselves, until small but sharp claws graced every tip "... i'll turn your face into a scratching post." Lowering her head, giving him a stern look from out under the triangular forehead's eyebrows, she added with a wicked grin: "Besides, you wouldn't even know how a breast is supposed to feel, right?" He almost blushed, as all his failed approaches to the fairer sex seemed to come crashing down on him again.

"You don't want to show me?" he dared her, throwing any care out the window.

"Nu-huh, not yet." She gave him a wink, followed by a short, snorting laughter.

In the end, he settled for sliding his fingers over her arm. "It's not wet or slimy." In fact, the black, glistening skin felt dry and smooth like a snake's scales, just with a finer, almost nonexistant, texture to it, and, like a snakeskin, its gloss made it seem much more icky than it really was.

"Oh, i can do wet and slimy too, if you want me to!" she laughed deep from her belly, making her breasts quiver as her chest shook. Her hand brushed over his cheek.

"Come, i've sent for you for a reason. Let's talk business, human."

"Whatever can someone like you want from me?"

"Knowledge! A lot must have changed since i last took a walk under the sun, and i've found it easier to ask than to try and piece bits of news together by myself. Aw, what's the matter?" She narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down. "You want something less intimidating than my current look? I can do fertile hips, luscious ass and narrow shoulders, too." After a few heartbeats of profound optical confusion, she held the same pose, but her female radiation had exploded as had her hips, they were padded with what her shoulders now lacked, making her breasts all the more pronounced. She exhaled in the aftermath of the transformation rush. "Mmmmnnhhh. Well, that better?"

She fell silent for several moments, then raised her brows and a warning finger. "I can see where your blood went, boy. Do us both a favor and try to focus on my eyes for the next hour or so, understood?"

They had spent the better part of two hours in a strange q&a session, and he still didn't know where to put her. Was she something supernatural? Was she an advanced lifeform? A machine? Just a dream? Was she available? Very well, that last question was his nether regions doing the thinking. She sat at what seemed like a solid gold table, her fingers sliding over the surface that answered her movements with a flowing mass of tiny hieroglyphics that scrolled in all directions. He had first stared at her eyes, then at her flickering fingers, then at her breasts that the desk mirrored beneath her fingers. Well-filled, sagging a bit into a teardrop shape, and she may very well have been naked all the time - unless that black skin was some sort of catsuit, which by now he very much doubted.

She glanced at him from time to time, and had noticed the enchantment that her rack weaved on the man in front of her. With a flick of the wrist, she finished entering his answers and sent the symbols floating off the table. As she set her elbows on the table and raised her hands, she gave him a long, unblinking stare over her fingertips as she held them together. Finally, she tilted her head and raised her brows before her eyelids narrowed and a smile sneaked onto her face. "Well, that about covers it. Now let's go somewhere a bit more private, so you can receive your reward."

She walked ahead, swaying hips and a slender, snakelike, balancing tail that sprouted from her back just above the muscular bulge of her rear and descended in a S-shape. Passing the side of the black pool, she briefly knelt down and ran her hand through the liquid. When she stood back up, he blinked. A fair extra amount of breast was now visible, even from behind, and he swore to himself it hadn't been there before. He shook his head and followed her through the doorway into a maze of narrow corridors.

The room was some fourty by fourty feet, with a twenty by twenty feet pedestal right in the middle of it. Sheets and blankets, mountains of cushions were piled upon it. Hanging from the ceiling, colorful bands of light textiles gave the impression of a huge tent. She straightened herself after the doorway and raised her arms up and forward. "Welcome to my humping grounds!"

"Hunting grounds?!"

"No, you heard me right the first time, boy toy. I've spent quite some time in that wooden box without a body. Got me some catching up to do!" She turned around and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up to her face. Her other hand moved under his jaw, digging into his cheeks, forcing his mouth to open. Her maw just slipped over his half-parted lips.

Her tongue filled his mouth, more of it just went in and in and in, it made his cheeks bulge, creeping everywhere. It wrapped around his own tongue, it tickled against the roof of his jaw, it slithered around in his throat, flickered against the back, and though he half expected it, he never felt the need to throw up even as the agile muscle dug deep down to his larynx. With a slurping smack, it snapped back behind her lips, only to moments later creep back out and lick them as she uttered a delighted moan to his gasping breaths.

"Oh yes, boy, we're going to have a whole lot of fun tonight."

He trembled, gasping for air. "Just don't kiss me like this again. Were you trying to choke me?"

"Mmmh. It's what i do." she cooed with that sultry voice of hers.

She helped him undress, rubbing her hard body all over him as she dragged his shirt off over his head, and as she knelt down and fumbled on his belt buckle with one hand, her other arm slipped around his leg, squeezing her breasts apart as she pressed his thigh into her warm cleavage and her fingers slid over his buttocks and crotch. He had simply given up on trying to understand what was happening, and just went with the easy route, though that meant his trousers had become uncomfortably tight.

Her grip into the garment, and a hard pull downward solved that problem. With his hardening tool in front of her face, she gave off a purr of content before she spoke.

"Nice. Mmmh, bobbing by itself already. That is so much better than what that pharaoh had to offer."

"So you are a goddess?"

"Some have screamed �oooh goddess� at the top of their lungs, piling on me, but i don't think that's qualification enough for the pantheon." she chuckled. He felt the movement in her midriff on his leg that now rested naked against her firm belly.

"Nah, I'm just a visitor keeping tab on your world, and maybe having a little fun on the side. Hey, you're still thinking straight. Here, let me fix that for you", she grinned.

As she rose up from her knees, sliding her hands over his flanks, she grabbed his hips as she passed over them, and for a few moments he felt his dick brush against a hot, rubbery nipple before she effortlessly lifted him and threw him a good ten feet straight onto the mountain of cushions. She crouched down, then jumped after him, arms and legs spread wide like a jumper floating before the parachute opened. Her body came down upon him like a big bowl of jelly as she momentarily lost her rigid structure for fear of crushing him, but before he could even register what exactly she had become, she went solid in her previous shape again, her legs clamping down on his hips, her arms propping up her heaving chest just above his face, and whatever she had for a pussy was all but done gobbling up his hardening dick to the hilt. A pulsing ring of muscles had closed around the rim of his glans, and like being caught in a big coil, all that wrapped around him inside of her was swelling and relaxing in a frantic rhythm. He lasted only seconds before his balls started to spasm and the juice spurted out.

"Mmmmh. Yessss ... good! ... boy! ... GOOD! ... BOY!" she hollered as his fingers bent into claws and dug hard into her ass. She straightened up, stuck out her chest, folding her arms behind her head, arching her back, parading her swaying, bouncing breasts to him, glistening with what looked and tasted like salty sweat when he buried his face in between them. A trickle of saliva ran from the low-hanging corners of her gaping mouth as she stared to the ceiling trough half-closed eyelids. He barely heard her voice. The pulsing and pumping from his balls through his dick just didn't stop. There couldn't be anything left in them by now, no way, but his body just went on and on, running on empty. Her rump shook violently above him as she kept surfing the crest of her orgasm's wave that raged through her from head to toe, and she was not willing to let him come down until she was finally exhausted and sated. His feet trembled, and he felt how his body had taken on a mind of its own, or maybe she had taken him over. It didn't matter. She bucked and heaved against his groin, and she had her claws in his mind, fueling his fire, running his body ragged for her carnal greed.

In the deserted altar room, the surface of the black tar pit suddenly shivered in a grid of tiny waves, then, as if gravity had decided to lean sideways, it flowed up against where the rim was closest to the doorway. Thin rivulets started to spill over, quickly uniting into a two feet wide stream that with determination made its way up over the steps, nearing the sweat-covered couple trembling atop the bed. As the goddess finally roared a deafening, deep bark, the liquid leaped up and splashed straight into her back.

Through dull eyes, he saw the stream fan out behind her in slow motion, the drops creating a shape akin to a peacock's feathers, then floating slowly around, a shower of black, glistening drops orbiting her, and as she drew a long, eager breath of air, they all collapsed onto her, into her. The wave behind her, out of his sight, dropped down as if gravity had suddenly noticed something wasn't quite as it should be. It rained down like oil, covering his legs in its warmth. Her breasts trembled, she was spasming and straining to stay upright as he felt the warm liquid run up over his feet, over his hands still grabbing her behind, culminating into a steady stream that squeezed and wedged itself into her vagina all around his cock, lifting and dragging his balls into the widening gap. In his hands, her flesh bloated and grew in volume, in firm, smooth volume like inflating rubber, it crept in between his fingers and soon forced them apart. In front of his face, her breasts stretched wider at their bases until they all but covered her whole chest, then bloated like black balloons filling up with oil, the nipples stretching out. Her whole stomach region grew upwards as she gained almost three feet in height. The legs, instead, seemed to shorten and thicken in the already muscular thighs that pressed up against his hips. Her tail slapped over his own legs, round and heavy. She moaned, teeth clenched, as her belly rounded out from the boiling, bubbling stream that kept on filling her up. It settled down on his midriff, a black, glistening blob of quivering, bloating, heavy rubber. Her arms spread out, her breath came faster, her fingers turned into hooks, then clenched into fists. He could see her bicepses tense up, her teeth flash white in the dim light as she bared them, her tense moaning filled the air, and suddenly muscles appeared all over her outstretched, sagging abdomen, and as they bulged and worked, they forced the mass of the sphere back inwards, the black oil was forced up into her breasts, exploding the straining skin towards him. The orbs filled up with the quivering of a thin balloon into which heavy liquid was forced at great pressure. She fought for her balance, but couldn't hold the heavy sacks up for long. She fell forward, all but smothering him in between her monstrous cleavage. As her breasts sloshed out to the sides of the bed, the stretched skin rubbing up against his upper body, he recognized her new shape that he was half-buried in and under.

"You're a Sphinx!"

She held his head in her hands-turned-paws as she kissed and licked his face, her voice and expression clearly showing that her mind was still peacefully drifting over an ocean of sexual bliss that had just calmed down after a violent tempest.

"I look like one, now, but i can be anything you want me to be, my love." She panted hot and musky in his face, and gyrated her wide hips on him, with his love rod still plunged deep in her. Feeling his renewed bucking in her boiling cauldron, she cooed: "And you seem eager to try a few more things, don't you?"