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The Temple Treat, Part I - Director's Cut

by

Paul Gerard (a pen name)

version 2, re-edited June–July 2008 because of version 1's glaring issues with structure, grammar and vocabulary, and overall crappiness. Sorry!

This revision: August 28, 2008

Spelling checked and proofread by: a helpful TOF member. Thanks!

"Your eyes on me on this table where I lie / and what I see as fact is fiction / You won't let me die / And I'm bound to be abused / I won't let you cut me loose..." – Bee Gees, Human Sacrifice

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 some nosy, high-brow tourist in his early twenties, and "she" turns out to be... older. Much, much older.

Ouch. Head. Dizzy. Pain. Darkness. Head in... head in a bag? Can't see a thing.

Clank. Ching.

Can't move hands. Shackles. Chained. Chained to... pillar?

Pillar. Wooden pillar.

Breathing. Can hear someone breathing. Not alone. What is going on here? Museum. Been to that museum. Took a horse carriage back to the hotel. Dinner. The bar. Drinking with the boys. That cute native girl. Shot me down though.

Did I go to my room? Can't remember. Why? I had but a little wine, no way...

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

The sack over his head was lifted. He blinked and looked around.

After a few moments, he recognized the place. This was the inner sanctum of the small pyramid that he visited days before. A few things changed though. Where earlier, a solid wall had been, there now was a narrow doorway instead. Flickering torches painted dim circles of light on the walls and revealed the murals, an unsettling collection of 'sacrificing 101'. His hands being chained to the wooden pillar in his back was unsettling as well. He could neither stand up nor shift much and remained rooted to the hard seat.

The hooded priestess with the stern voice stepped up into the big circle of light, a few yards in front of him. He couldn’t see much of her face under the cowl, glimpsing only a pair of full lips and a chin that moved as she mumbled strange incantations. Her robe, flaming red with golden patterns like a belt around her hips, concealed her body well.

Her hands opened the locks of a wooden box, which rested on a marble pillar by her side. The scene was mirrored in a square pool of two by two yards right in front of the priestess' feet. On his last voluntary visit, it had been but an empty, dusty pit of maybe a yard's depth. Now a substance with a flat, undisturbed surface like a black mirror filled it to about a hand's width from the edge.

The woman lifted a fist-sized sphere of polished silver from the chest, and she did so with much ceremony and reverence. Stretching out her arm, she held it over the thick, black liquid in the marble-edged pool. Something happened. Waves began to ripple back and forth across the surface while she kept on mumbling.

The substance slowly formed a mound, which turned into an elongating trunk. While it spun around, slowly sending thick tentacles from its surface, it kept on stretching towards the ball. The priestess finally opened her grip and let go of the orb. It rolled over her outstretched fingers and fell a few inches before the sphere slowed in mid-air and hovered up and down. Moments later, the first tendril of the rising black slime touched it. After a few seconds' hesitation, the substance covered the ball, struggling like a snake swallowing an egg.

The silhouettes of the priestess and the thugs that had dragged him here disappeared into the darkness. Moments later, he heard a door closing behind him. A heavy bar slid into place – outside.

He did not dare move or blink for fear of attracting the attention of the horrid organism. It flowed and bubbled right in front of him, its volume growing in pulses as more and more of the pool's content streamed up into it.

The shape-shifting substance accelerated its motions. It seemed as if it had been unsure before, and just now had decided on its form du jour. The trunk tapered to a waist in its middle. Its lower half split apart and turned into two legs. A pair of shoulder-like bulges grew sideways left and right beneath the featureless orb on top. The sphere, covered in the thick goo, was propelled upwards until it reached a seven-foot height. A pair of thin tendrils seeped left and right from the torso's hint of shoulders. They formed a curve, running like water from a faucet, but halted at hip’s height in mid-air. There, they grew to two hovering globs. Within seconds, those sprouted five fingers each. The floating runlet continued to fill the shape of arms. Black oil pouring into an invisible mould, he thought.

The whole process could not have taken longer than a mere minute. Now there stood a motionless, seven foot tall statue. At a glance, it might have been black marble, except for the occasional viscid drop that parted from the fingertips. Staring at that minor detail, he saw the tiny spheres slow down in their fall. They hovered undecidedly for a few blinks of the eye and then floated back upwards until they melted back into the fingers.

In the silence of the temple, the slow and deep first breath of the creature seemed awfully loud. Startled, his gaze returned to the head. He couldn’t make out any details. As if the faint light all around and the jet black color of its skin weren't enough to conceal anything but its silhouette, it remained mostly hidden in the shadows.

A shiver crept over the skin of the living liquid, then the tall body began to move. Slowly, it bent down towards him. He could finally see the face of the creature as it entered into the light, and immediately wished he couldn't.

A head with animal features, no, with feline features mixed into a female face, rested on the shoulders. The eyes opened slowly. Pupil-less, their eyeballs shone with an inner, green light. Brighter spots appeared and joined to focus on him. Holding him in a steady stare while it cocked its head first to the left and then to the right, the creature's lips parted reluctantly, as if the maw had been glued shut by dried saliva. The sight of a ferocious set of teeth in glaring white against the surrounding black of its skin sent another shiver down his spine.

All of that was like a dream, a genuine nightmare. None of that could be happening. Wake up! he ordered himself, staring at the monstrosity.

He remembered that shape, sort of. Just the day before, he had been to the local museum. A whole bunch of beast-headed statues had been on display. It seemed the priests of the old kingdom never passed up an opportunity to glue an animal head onto a statue or a painting and call it a god. This one, its name was... something like... no, he couldn't recall. He just kept on staring.

It slowly turned its head to the side again, just by a few degrees, keeping its gaze firmly locked on his eyes. The green slits narrowed and its brow furrowed.

"What? Did I forget to manifest something?" it asked.

Its voice was comforting, though maybe a bit on the coarse side. He needed a few seconds to realize it was actually talking to him.

"Www...," he uttered.

"Oh, of course." It chuckled, running its hand over the bald, shiny skin of its skull. "The hair. No, you're not going to see me grow a black, billowing mane. Hair's hard to create. Don't know why you humans are so keen on such a hoary relic anyway. Oh, right: if you want to get a scream out of your system, don't hold back." It pointed at the walls. "Thirty feet of solid stone in every direction, at minimum. Go ahead; holler all you want if it makes you feel better. I don't care."

His gaze moved back along the extended arm. For the first time, he noticed the well-rounded handfuls of breasts on the creature, and instantly decided to switch the pronoun he used for her.

She slunk forward, circled him and was gone from his field of view, no matter how hard he strained his neck. His stomach tied into a knot. What's she up to now?! he thought, gritting his teeth.

Warm, velvety fingertips ran down over his arms, forced themselves in between the iron of the shackles and his wrists, and pulled. Metal screamed and finally ripped with a bang that echoed through the room. His hands were free again. Yet he didn't dare to move.

  She returned to the side of the pool in front of him, sat down and crossed her legs. Leaning forward, she put her left elbow on her knee and rested her head on the fist, while her right hand dove playfully into the black puddle behind her. He noticed her athletic build, the narrow hip, the strong legs, but especially the weird, clawed feet, frozen halfway between woman and beast.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "Okay, right. I get it. I see. Right. None of that is really happening. Some of those jerks at the bar have slipped me something in my drink. Har har. It’s not funny, boys!"  He looked around, half expecting the walls to come down like decorations on a stage.

She grinned. "Ooh, coping by denial. Interesting. Alright, then. Come on, stand up, touch me. See if I'm really just a figment of your imagination." She got up and stepped within arm's length of him, posing proudly, slanting her hip, one hand on her waist, the other on her neck.

"Well?" she added, lifting her eyebrows.

He stood up and raised his hand, then hesitated.

This can't be real. It must be a dream, he thought. Hell, why not up the stakes while I'm still dreaming. This is my fantasy, after all.

"Touch you – anywhere I want to?"

Her eyes followed his arm down to his cupped hand. She blinked and the glow of her eyes flickered angrily for a moment, then she cocked her head with a strange smile.

"You grab me there, boy, –"

She let go of her neck and held her hand to the side of her head. Her fingers flexed while little black drops flowed up and down. Her digits kept on reshaping until small but sharp claws graced every tip.

"– and I turn your face into a scratching post. You don't want that to happen."

Lowering her head, giving him a stern look from out under the triangular forehead's eyebrows, she added with a wicked grin:

"Besides, virgin, you wouldn't even know how a woman’s breast is supposed to feel, right?"

He blushed when the recollection of his failed approaches to the fairer sex, what few there had been, came crashing down on him again.

"You could show me...," he dared her, throwing any restraint out the window.

"Uh-uh, not yet." She winked, followed by a short, snorting laughter.

In the end, he settled for sliding his fingers over her arm.

"It's not wet or slimy," he conceded. He had expected something wholly unpleasant, but in fact, the black, glistening skin felt dry and smooth like a snake's scales. There was just a finer, almost nonexistent, texture to it. 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 replied and laughed. Her laughter was a sound that rose from deep in her belly; her chest shook heavily and made her soft breasts quiver and bob.

"Come with me now. You know, I have my girls luring strangers here for a reason. Let's talk business, human." Her hand brushed over his cheek. "I know who you are."

"Huh?" He looked up into her eyes, and regretted it the very next moment.

Her gaze was so alien, it made him shudder.

"You're one of those young Northland heirs, those upper-class thoroughbreds. A pampered boy who got his education in some private school, chaste and utterly helpless and inexperienced in the matters of the real world. Oh, I guess by now you can take care of accounting and business with your hands tied behind your back, but you've never seen anything beyond your manor or castle or whatever. All work and no play, huh? And then one day your dad wises up and sends you out to sow your wild oats, eh? I guess he really had not meant for you to go on an educational journey around the world, but you did. Quite the bookworm, ain't ya? Especially when it comes to that little book with the naughty drawings you've hidden away in the lining of your suitcase."

He blushed. "How–"

She smiled and nodded towards the locked door. "My priestesses can be pretty nosy. And sneaky, too. There's little I don't know about you."

"So you know about my family's wealth, too? They'll surely pay whatever you–"

"Oh please!" she indignantly replied, shaking her head. "You don't really think I'm some kind of petty kidnapper, do you?"

"Then I can’t imagine what something ... someone like you could possibly want from me?"

"Knowledge! A lot of things must have changed, out there, since I last left my little hideaway. 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, looking him up and down, noticed the tiny droplets of sweat and the goose bumps on his skin. "Oh, I see. You're scared. Feeling somewhat intimidated by my current look? I can do a tapering waist, supple hips, luscious ass and narrow shoulders with a big bosom, too. Might put you a bit more at ease, eh?" After a few heartbeats of confusing wiggles and stretches, she held the same pose again.

Her sensual radiation had exploded, as had her hips. They were padded with the volume her shoulders now lacked. The change in proportions made her breasts look all the more pronounced. She exhaled in the aftermath of the transformation's rush. "Mmmmnnhhh. Well, that’s better now, no?"

She looked him up and down again and fell silent for several moments. Then she smirked, raised her brows and lifted her forefinger in a warning gesture.

"I can see where your blood just went, boy. Do both of us a favor and try to focus on my eyes for the next hour or so, understood?"

"I don’t know about that," he muttered when she asked about the gross national product of some obscure island. In fact, he had repeated this answer far too often, for his taste.

She smiled and shrugged. "No big deal. Next question. How are ocean vessels powered in your country?"

"Wind. And steam. Mostly steam these days, I guess. I don’t really know."

"Steam... okay. Next: Where does the heat for that come from?"

"I... I’m not sure, coal, wood, oil, –"

"Right. 'all of the above'. Next: Can you travel in the air?"

"Yes, with airships. Balloons with propellers. Filled with gas."

"I'll put that down as 'Limited LTA abilities.' Okay. Next..."

They had spent the better part of two hours in that strange Q&A session, and he still didn't know where to put her. If this was his dream, then what was all this questioning about? If this was no dream, then... what? Was she something supernatural? Was she an advanced life-form, like in those speculative novels about invaders from Mars? Or a new kind of machine, come alive?

Was she beddable? Very well, that last question had been his nether regions doing the thinking. His mind was spinning with her questions. There seemed to be not a single thing she did not want to know about.

Why? She seemed to know all about me, yet so little about the world. Was it just a lucky guess on her part? he wondered.

Facing each other, they sat at what seemed like a table made from solid gold that radiated a faint, vertical column of light from its surface. While he tried to answer her questions to the best of his knowledge – which, he feared, was woefully inadequate – her fingers kept on sliding over the table's surface. Responding to her movements, a flowing mass of tiny hieroglyphics scrolled and crisscrossed over the polished metal.

He had first stared at her eyes, but found he couldn't stand the sight of those narrow, glowing triangles for more than a few seconds, and the light from below cast an eerie glow on the black animal mask of her head; so he tried to keep his gaze at her flickering fingers. He quickly noticed that her breasts mirrored in the desk's surface. The two orbs, well-filled, sagged a bit into an admirable teardrop shape. The creature's rapid movements sent ripples over them. Every now and then, they bounced and swung as she leaned over the table, reached out for a distant symbol and incidentally pushed her upper arms into the ample volume.

She glanced at him from time to time, and so she had well noticed how her body wove enchantment on him. Finally, with a flick of her fingers, she finished entering his answers and sent the symbols floating off the table, fading into thin air.

She put her elbows down and raised her hands, bringing her fingertips together. Caught in the triangular frame of her arms, her breasts bulged forward as she straightened her back. He stared in awe at the two spheres.

This can't be real. No way. This must be a dream. Some trick of the subconscious or something. As soon as I wake up, I'll book a trip to that Freud guy I've read about!

"Up here, boy," she said with a smile, after a couple of seconds. He jerked and obeyed. Their gaze locked for several long moments. Seeing her inhuman eyes, he immediately felt queasy again. All this was way too surreal.

Finally, she cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. Then her eyes narrowed and a smile crept over her face.

"Well, thank you for your cooperation. Now let's go somewhere... a little more private, and you'll receive your reward."

Her foot brushed against his leg, and he jerked in his seat.

"Just... just let me wake up now. Or... or let me forget this, and bring me back to my hotel room. I don't want any other reward!"

"Oh shush. Relax. I'll be gentle."

Her lips parted into a predatory grin, and her tongue slid over her long, white canines. Moments later, the agile muscle, as black as her whole body, disappeared into the corner of her mouth again.

"Sort of," she added after a little pondering, and laughed. He shivered.

She walked ahead of him. He absentmindedly noticed how only her toes touched the floor. Right now, he didn't care where she led him. He just couldn't tear his eyes from the slinky, graceful movement of her swaying hips and the sturdy, snakelike tail that sprouted from her back. It seemed like an extension of her spine, emerging just above the slightly muscular, rounded cheeks of her ass and descending in a curved S-shape.

His mind kept swinging back and forth between terror and attraction. One moment, he was relaxed and all but certain that this was a lucid dream and whatever was going to happen next was what he must secretly be longing for to happen, deep in his mind. The next moment, his stomach tied into a knot because his inner voice kept screaming fool! All this is real, and you're at the mercy of that... that thing!

She had led him back into the main room. It was still dark and empty. As she passed by the side of the black pool, she briefly knelt down halfway and ran her hand through the liquid. A faint groan hung in the air. She rose again and turned her head, winking at him over her shoulder. He blinked. Her breasts had grown by a fair amount.

"Ah, you noticed." She turned her body halfway towards him and looked at him over her shoulder while running her fingertips up along her body's profile. "You like what you see, huh?"

"You're looking great," he conceded. "The statues don't do you justice. But please, tell me your name."

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Names? All hollow words. Did I ask for yours? No. It's not your name that I want from you."

She raised her arms and curved her back, first to the left, then to the right, stretching away the tension of the long, motionless sitting at the table. Her mammaries clearly jutted out now. He could see their sagging, heavy shape; part of their bulge extended left and right beyond the silhouette of her back, and he could have sworn those gorgeous mounds hadn't done that before. That moment, he threw any cautionary thought out the window. As she walked on, he followed her blindly through a maze of narrow corridors.

The room, which she finally led him into, was some forty by forty foot chamber, with a twenty by twenty foot pedestal right in the middle. Sheets and blankets and mountains of cushions piled on it. Colorful bands of light textiles hanging from the tall ceiling created the impression of a huge, badly lit tent. She straightened herself after the narrow doorway and extended her arms.

"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, all brain, no body. Got me some catching up to do. I'm pleased to find that my servants do keep this place ever ready."

  She turned around and grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up to her face. Her other hand moved under his jaw. Digging her fingers into his cheeks, she forced his mouth open, cocked her head and snapped – gently – at his face. Her maw covered his mouth easily, and the tip of her wet tongue traced the outline of his lips. The agile muscle retracted, took aim, readied and –

Her tongue filled his mouth. It just went in and in and in; it made his cheeks bulge while it crept everywhere; it wrapped around his own tongue; it tickled against the roof of his mouth; it slithered down his throat; it flickered against the back of his tonsils; and though he half expected it, he never felt the need to throw up, even as that agile muscle dug deep down into his larynx.

Breathing – now that was a wholly different story. She didn't seem willing to stop her "kiss" any time soon, and his lungs already started to ache. His chest shook in spasms, fighting for air. Twinkling stars swam in front of his eyes and his sight shrank down to a long, black tunnel with a twitching, triangular ear and a green glowing eye at the end, until finally the tentacle of black flesh was pulled from his mouth. With a long, sloppy sucking noise it slipped back behind her lips, only to creep back out and lick them moments later. She moaned in delight while he coughed and gasped for air.

She put him down and kept her hands on his arms, steadying him. His wobbly knees were not ready to carry his weight.

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

He shivered, gasping for more air. "If I get but one wish, then please, don't kiss me like this ever again. Were you trying to choke me?"

"Mmm-hm. It's what I do," purred her sultry voice. He winced as her hand grabbed his crotch. "Didn't you know? Some body parts thrive on little air."

He was forced to agree. The turmoil in his trousers was something he could hardly ignore.

Standing this close to her, his face was right in front of her breasts. Taking half a step closer, she embraced him and buried his head between her soft and yielding boobs. Her body pressed against him. She reached over his back, grabbed his shirt right above his trousers and pulled it off over his head. He stood frozen when next she knelt down in front of him and fumbled on his belt buckle with one hand. Her other arm wrapped around his leg. She wedged his thigh into her deep, tight, warm cleavage.

"No need to be so nervous. Just relax and let me show you what's been sorely missing from your education."

"How – how many others did you, um, educate?"

She sniggered. "A few. Don't you worry, I'm squeaky clean inside and out. Every nook and cranny neatly licked."

He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Let me guess. With your own tongue, in the way of the cat you are?"

"Is that envy in your voice? Awww. Yes, I'm (snigger) flexible. If I wanted to, I could have all those kinds of fun with myself that you humans can't.

Except it's no fun at all, all alone."

Her fingers slid over his buttocks and crotch. He had simply given up on trying to understand what was happening. He went with the easy route of letting his body decide what to do, which meant his trousers were about to become uncomfortably tight.

She had the perfect solution for his most pressing problem, grabbed the garment and pulled it down. Watching his hardening tool jump up in front of her face, she gave off a purr of content before she spoke again.

"Nice. I've seen bigger, though... Oh come on, don't give me that look! Men!"

She wrapped her fingers around his dick and rubbed up and down a few times. The touch of her skin was a cross between silk and velvet. A little squeezing, and a glistening drop appeared at the tip of his cock.

"Mmmh, juicy, and bobbing already. Your piece is so much better than what that pharaoh had to offer. And don't get me started on recent times! 'Scared stiff' isn't the kind of stiffness I prefer..."

"A Pharaoh? That must've been, like, millennia ago! You're that old? So you really are a goddess?"

Her voice got a little edgy. "Did you – did you just call me old?!" She raised her head. Her eyes sparkled with anger. Her fingers squeezed harder. "I'd really prefer experienced!"

"Alright! Alright! Experienced! Whatever you say!" he conceded hastily.

She let go and ran her fingers over the back of his scrotum and tickled him, watching the thin skin pucker into wrinkles as his balls moved upwards. His dick bobbed again.

"See?" She rubbed her soft cheek against it. "Him and me, we're getting along just fine. Oh, and that whole 'goddess' thing ... some have screamed 'ooh goddess' at the top of their lungs while piling on me, but I don't think that's qualification enough for any self-respecting pantheon."

She chuckled again. He felt her midriff's movement on his leg that now rested naked against her firm belly.

"Nah, I'm just a visitor keeping tabs on your world. And I like having a little fun on the side every now and then. Hey, you're still thinking logically. That's not what men should do, not while they're about to get head. Here, let me fix that for you," she grinned and let her tongue loll out of her mouth. He looked down on her, down on the triangular forehead, the twitching ears, the feline muzzle with the razor-sharp teeth, looming only inches from his manhood.

What am I doing here?! shot through his mind, together with a vision of a puddle of blood and chewing jaws.

"Hey!" she complained, furrowing her brow. "What the – ?! Oh come on! What's your problem now, boy?!"

His rod had gone limp and still deflated further. He muttered. "I ... I don't know."

"That's a lie. I can tell it when you lie. Don't ever again lie to me, y'hear? Out with it!" she growled.

He closed his eyes. Another wave of fear washed over him.

"Teeth," he gulped, "Beast. Mutilation," he muttered. That's it. She'll go berserk. She'll rip me to pieces.

She smiled instead. "Oh my. Well, why didn't you just tell me before? So it's not just the body? Want me to put on another face? Something a bit more human? Here, like this?"

He dared to open his eyes. Big mistake. He caught a glimpse of her face in mid-transition and pressed his lips tight while his stomach heaved. It got so bad he had to turn away and put his hands over his mouth.

"Alright, let's skip that part, too," she sighed, her voice filled with disappointment. Rising from her knees, she slid her hands over his flanks. When she reached his hip, she grabbed him hard. For a few moments his dick brushed against a hot, rubbery nipple. Then she effortlessly lifted him and threw him backwards. He sailed a good ten feet through the air, straight onto the yielding mountain of cushions. Landing on his back, looking down along his body, he saw his half-limp member and his feet, and, over that slanted notch-and-bead sight, her figure as she stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders.

She crouched down (did she just growl?!), then jumped towards him, arms and legs spread-eagled in free-fall.

Her body poured down on him, quivering and gelatinous like a big bowl of jelly. She momentarily lost her rigid structure, maybe for fear of crushing him. Before he could even register what exactly she had just done, she went solid again, assuming her previous shape.

Her thighs clamped down on his hips. Her arms propped up her heaving chest just above his face. Whatever organ she had for a pussy, it was all but done gobbling up his re-hardening dick to the hilt. The flexing grip overran his reservations. A pulsing ring of muscles had closed around the rim of his glans, and like being caught in a big coil, all that she wrapped around him was contracting and relaxing in a frantic rhythm.

"Mmmh. Kitty likes," she purred. Moments later, her brow wrinkled. "Boy, that's your line right here. You – me. Humping. You're supposed to go 'ooh-throb-throb-spurt' any moment now." She took a deep breath and stared straight in his face, which did not help at all. She could feel him shrinking again, right inside her body.

"Well? Come on! You're a young, vigorous, virgin male." Her hips bucked some more on his limp dick, then she gave up. Stooping over him, her arms crossed over her chest, she stared at him and shook her head. Then she turned her head sideways and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "I assumed a little friction was all you'd need to get off, what with all the pent-up pressure, but nooo. Mr. Chastity here is all clogged up with fear. What do I need to do to get your seed into me?! Huh? Tell me, what should I do with you now?" she complained to the room in general, gesticulating in the air.

He shuddered with revulsion. His mental roller-coaster ride kept spiraling down faster and faster into panic, ever since his rose-colored bubble of dreamy happiness had burst at the sight of her teeth close to his penis.

"I ... I don't know. Let me go? Please! I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Her head swung back to him.

Heavens help me. She's pissed! She's sparkling with anger! Those – those eyes! That's it, for real, this time. She'll chew me up! She'll suck me dry! What have I done to deserve this?!

He turned his head away from her angry, puzzled stare. His eyes barely glanced over her heaving breasts with the hard, yearning teats on the puffy domes of her areolae as his gaze searched for the stone wall and the little door. Make a dash towards it? No way, not with his hip being locked between her thighs.

She suddenly raised her eyebrows, smiled and bent deeper over him.

"Al-right! What did you just do?" she asked impatiently.

"Nothing!" he gulped. He really couldn't recall doing anything.

She gently poked his nose with her right forefinger.

"No lying, remember? Something just happened. I felt a twitch in your little one, you know, down there." She gyrated her hips once more.

"Let's check this." She grabbed his head with both hands and slowly turned it back along the same way he had. Again, his gaze went over her boobs.

"Ah! Oh my." She shuddered with delight and arched her back to accentuate her breasts. "Yes! Yeeeessss! That's what little Limpy has been looking for all the time! So you want more of that? Big bouncy boobies make you happy? Oh boy, are you going to get more!"

He stared at the nipples that began to pulse and swell, right in front of his eyes. His groin took note and chimed in on the pulsing and swelling.

"Mmmh." She straightened, grabbed his hands and pressed them on her breasts. Her flesh quivered and grew in his grip. An involuntary shiver ran through his body and converged on his crotch.

The panic that held him in its clutch burst into a firework of primal urges. Trapped in her sucking cave, something else burst as well. He lasted only seconds before his balls seemed to try and crawl up into his belly. His ducts started to spasm and his juices spurted out, even though his dick hadn't grown fully hard yet. Her crotch sealed up tightly around him, to not lose a single drop. She drew a deep breath and sighed.

"Finally! Just you stay like this. Exactly like this! Well, maybe a little harder wouldn't be so bad – ah, what the hell. Look in my eyes, here now..."

Her hands slid down his arms, over his shoulders; her fingers wrapped around his head, her thumbs pressed on his temples, and then –

An electric twitch went through his body. Something clicked in his brain, and his excitement rose again. She kept on milking him, and his member kept on growing harder. If it were not for his lack of experience, he'd have noticed that he was stuck in something that was neither pussy nor mouth, but combining the best of both. What he did notice was that his hands trembled so much that he lost grip of her boobs. He reached for the next best round thing he could get hold of that wasn't so far up.

"Mmmmh. Yessss... good! ... boy! ... GOOD! ... BOY!" she hollered, let go of his head and, arching her back, rose her arms to the ceiling.

His fingers bent into claws and dug hard into her round, bubbly buttocks. Folding her arms behind her head, arching her back further and rolling her shoulders, she paraded her swaying, bouncing breasts to him, glistening with what looked and tasted like salty sweat. His hands ran up over her waist, up along the sides of her chest; his thumbs dug into the fold at the root of the dangling, heavy melons again.

He reached around her chest, pulled himself up and buried his face in between the orbs. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. His hands were free to return to her butt. Her slowly growing breasts rubbed left and right over his face.

A trickle of saliva ran from the low-hanging corners of her gaping mouth. She stared to the ceiling trough half-closed eyelids. He barely heard her voice, nor could he make out what she mumbled. He didn't care.

The pulsing and pumping all over his crotch just didn't stop, even though there wasn't any semen left in him. His body just went on and on, running on empty. Something happened to her. Her arms squeezed him harder, and then she suddenly let go, with a yelp of surprise. His upper body fell back on the bed, his body still convulsing and twitching under her.

Her rump shook violently above him as she kept surfing the crest of her own orgasm's wave. I've done it, he thought, drunk with pride and raging hormones. I've made a goddess climax. I'm buried under an ancient sex beast, and I've made her squirm with lust. It can't get any better than this.

"Oh, don't... flatter yourself. You've... got so much... to learn! And it's going... to get better," she groaned and gasped, running her widespread fingers over his chest and midriff. "Let me just get a bit... mmmh. Mmmmh! ... mmmore massive." Her hips bucked faster.

Ecstasy raged through her from head to toe. Part of it she directed into him. She was not willing to let him come down until she was thoroughly exhausted and sated as well. Humans. Do they have no stamina at all?

His feet trembled, and his body had taken on a mind of its own, or maybe she had taken him over. He was beyond exhaustion, and the bill he kept running up on his body would be hell to pay come next morning. It didn't matter to him. It felt great. She bucked and heaved against his groin. Digging her mental claws deeper into his mind, she fueled his fire, and she ran his body ragged to serve her carnal greed. He was totally okay with that.

In the deserted altar room, the surface on the black tar pit suddenly shivered in a grid of tiny waves. 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-foot wide but shallow stream. It made its way up over the steps and down the corridors, nearing the sweat-covered couple trembling atop the bed. As the goddess finally roared a deafening, deep howl, the liquid leapt up and splashed straight into her back.

Through hazy eyes, he saw how the stream bounced off her back and fanned out behind her. In slow motion, the drops first created a shape like a peacock's feathers, then, splitting up into a shower of black pearls, they floated slowly around in mid-air. The swarm picked up speed and began orbiting her.

She drew a long, eager breath of air after her howl, and as if sucked in, the black marble-sized drops all collapsed into her. The black arch 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 with its warmth. He was squirming in a black puddle, and for a few moments, everything seemed frozen in time.

Then her breasts trembled and began to throb. She convulsed and fought to stay upright. The warm ooze crept up over his feet, over his hands still grabbing her buttocks. It culminated into a steady stream, squeezing and wedging into her vagina, bubbling all around his cock, lifting and dragging his balls along into the widening gap.

In his hands, her flesh quivered and grew in volume, firm, smooth volume, like inflating rubber. It wedged itself in between his fingers and soon forced them apart. Right in front of his face, her breasts stretched wider at their bases until they all but covered her whole chest. They slowly bloated; black balloons filling up with oozing oil. The nipples stretched and grew along. Her whole stomach region lengthened as she gained almost three more feet in height. The legs shortened and thickened instead. The already muscular thighs pressed harder against his hips. Her tail whipped left and right over his legs. She moaned through her clenched teeth while her belly rounded out. The boiling stream into her crotch kept filling her up. Swelling from within, the bulging ball of her belly settled down on his midriff—a hot, black, glistening, quivering and, above all, heavy orb.

She spread her arms out. Her breathing came faster. Her fingers turned into hooks, and her hands clenched into fists. He could see her biceps, how they bulged; her teeth flashed white in the dim light as she bared them. Her guttural moaning filled the air. Suddenly, muscles swelled all over her distended, sagging abdominal sphere. They flexed and tensed up, forcing the heavy volume of the orb back inwards. The black oil needed to go somewhere, and as she held her hole tight around his dick, it was squeezed up into her breasts.

They didn't grow. Calling it growth didn't do justice to the response of her flesh, no. Earlier on his cruise, he had seen the front of a lava stream up close; hot, liquid goo melting through a thin crust; unstoppable; creeping forward in unrelenting pulses. That was what her breasts did now. Her boobs first shook in a breastquake and then the peaks erupted towards him, over him, burying him, two volcanoes spewing rivers of tit flesh with teats drifting on top of the magmatic flow. The orbs sagged and spread as they filled up, spilling their weight all over his body; two bags of thin, quivering skin into which her liquid was forced at great pressure. She fought for her balance, but couldn't hold the heavy sacks up for long.

She dropped forward, all but smothering him under the udders until he managed to avoid the brunt of the growing weight by wiggling into her monstrous cleavage. As her breasts flowed on out towards the sides of the bed—the moving skin rubbing up against his upper body, he half recognized the new shape she was changing into.

No, don't think about it. Don't! he commanded himself. Think of that bosom only. Keep going. Think of that delicious milking and suckling her snatch does. Give her what she wants. You still might get away alive.

While he hadn't been watching, her face had changed to that of a beautiful woman absorbed in the afterglow of profound relief. Her body had gone from nearly human straight into the opposite direction. She held his head in her hands-turned-big-paws as she kissed and licked his face and mumbled incoherent, affectionate words. Her voice and expression clearly showed that her mind was still drifting peacefully over an ocean of sexual bliss that had just calmed down after an especially violent tempest.

He just couldn't bite his tongue any more. "Heavens! You're a sphinx!" he very nearly screamed.

"You think? Naaaw," she replied, dragging the vowel, "looks can be deceiving, boy."

She yawned, revealing a set of fangs big enough to have any vampire turn green with envy. And yet...

I'm not afraid of her any more. I don't know why, but I'm not scared, he thought. She's beautiful. In a weird, sick, perverted way, but beautiful nonetheless. I don't want to leave. I don't even want to get up. I want to stay buried under those humungous hooters forever. I wonder what other forms she can take on.

He felt a shudder run through his and her body as she purred again.

"I can be any shape you want me to be, my love."

Do you read my mind? he thought, eyeing her. She smiled.

"I try not to. It ruins the surprise of what's going to happen next. But it's just too easy for me to do when we're this close. Uh, sorry. You must be half crushed down there. Mnnngh... hold on, let me just shift those whales around a bit..."

She panted hot and musky in his face and propped herself up on her arms. He finally could pull out his arms from underneath the congealed lava flow of her huge orbs. Then she slumped back down on him, her quivering orbs sloshing to the left and to the right. Stuck up to his chest in her oversized cleavage, he reached out to wrap his arms around the base of her breasts, taking both of the beanbag-chair-sized milk sacks into a headlock. He closed his eyes and rubbed over the mountains of smooth, hot flesh. Caressing and fondling the soft, yielding bags with the bloated, head-sized nipples was immensely invigorating.

She moaned, feeling his tool stir inside her again.

"Now we both know what gets you going. Grrreat!"

Part 1 of 3. If you liked it, visit http://overflowingbra.com/results.htm?varname=553 for downloading parts 2 and 3 – uh, did I mention you can rate/vote/comment there, too? ;). Right, back to the summary: Part 2 sees the Sphinx' priestess in a tight spot for her insincerity, and part 3 is a kinda-longish action-adventure thing with sci-fi and magical elements.

-P.G.