Aphrodite's Curse
Book 4
Hera strikes back
Queen Daisybead's eyes fluttered as the first rays of breaking dawn flooded into her bedchamber. When she lifted her lids, and woke, she sighed as she deeply inhaled. Infectious joy flooded her veins as the delectable perfume of fresh roses wafted in through the open door to her veranda. Yes..., another Solstice has come!
She yawned and stretched as the last remnants of her sleep retreated into the purple skies of morning. Today was the highlight of the entire year. It was Grand Summer Ceremony to the Eternal Mother of the Universe, the Great Goddess Gaia, and the would require much attention to her duties as Queen and High Priestess. It would be very busy day, and long; in fact, the longest. She swung her long silky legs over the side of her bed of equally silky green moss, got up and walked across her bedroom to the veranda. The doors were already open and she stepped out onto the balcony.
The view was stunning, and the weather beautiful, just like it was every day. Always 72 degrees, and with a light westerly breeze, rain was limited to nighttime, and then, only in a warm gentle showers. The soft winds blowing off of the Atlantic Oceans kept the island pleasant year round, and the gentle roar of the surf mixed happily with the ambient sounds of songbirds flying in great abundance in the air.
The island was a riot of color and life. Thick overgrown forests of Palm and Fruit trees covered the interior, and the animals living there coexisted in total peace. From the brightly colored birds in the air to the meek deer grazing on the plain to the sleek panthers slumbering on low hanging banyan trees in the jungles, violence and fear was unknown. It was a complete Edenic paradise. Death had no dominion here, and had not for over a million years. Well..., until today.
The Queen's palace was as spectacular as the landscape it overlooked. It was beautiful and spacious, definitely befitting a royal, but was no ordinary dwelling. This palace was not made by human hands, but was an enormous twisted and aged oak tree, rising hundreds of feet into the sky. The tree grew directly out of the rich black earth and had been planted and cared for by the Great Mother Goddess herself. At the base of the gigantic tree, huge roots reaching thirty feet into the air formed the gates of the palace. Each room in the thousand-room palace was completely engulfed in warm wood and branches of ivy and flowers. Hanging gardens of rose bushes, hyacinth and jasmine perfumed everything and hung from hundreds of balconies overlooking the sea.
Her bedroom, a verdant paradise of green, was situated at the pinnacle of center trunk-tower of her living castle, and had the most stellar view in all of Atlantis. To her right, the Queen gazed down and saw her acolytes already at work in the Temple to the great Mother Goddess Gaia. They were busy making preparations for the afternoon ceremonies and were a frenetic lot today. There was so much to do: the ceremony of choosing, the great battle of seed givers, the ritual of planting; the celebration and ceremonies would last well into the night.
Queen Daisybead sighed, already tired thinking about all that must be done. It would be a hectic day. She smiled as she felt the soft kisses of the summer solstice sun on her beautiful, flawless face. Just a few moments more before her duties would commence. After all, Atlantis was most beautiful at dawn.
How many Solstice mornings had she witnessed? Who knew? There were far too many to count. Now over ten-thousand years old, she was as stunning now as she was as a "youth". Tall and regal, her long flowing dark hair; flecked with shocks of silver, cascaded down her back and tickled the top of her still perfect ass. Her gorgeous full womanly breasts, and achingly stunning pussy drank in the pink light of dawn that caressed her body of pure feminine perfection. Her skin, like shimmering carved alabaster, was flawless. Her flesh had never known the feel of clothing. Such things were unknown here, as she, like all residents of Atlantis, were perpetually sky-clad.
When she heard rustling behind her inside her bedroom, she sighed and turned and went inside Her one private moment of the day was done. Duty called. Seeing that it was her most favorite servant, she grinned.
"Windypearl, has my bath been drawn yet?" the Queen said.
"Yes, your majesty," Windypearl answered.
"Wonderful," the Queen said, "and..., in honor of such a special day, I think I shall bathe in Jasmine water this morning."
"Excellent choice, your Majesty," Windypearl answered, her brow uncharacteristically furrowed. "I shall inform your—"
"—Windypearl, just a moment," the Queen asked as she raised her eyebrow. "You seem troubled. Are you not excited about the ceremony today? I know when I was your age, I could barely contain my excitement on the morning of the Solstice. For weeks ahead of time my nether regions tingled in anticipation of not only the ceremony of choosing, but even more, the battle of the seed givers! Such a display of the masculine arts, all erupting at once, got my juices flowing like the tides. In fact," she added, "it still does."
"Yes, I am excited," Windypearl answered, but not convincingly.
"You know, girl, you have a good chance at being chosen as the one to receive the sacred seed this year in the ritual of planting," the Queen said. She winked and added, "I have a good feeling about it. I think it is your time."
"Oh, that would be something...," Windypearl answered. "But..., I-I, I am filled with great worry, your Majesty. I know I should be focused on the Great Goddess Gaia, blessed be her name, and the ceremony; but..., my soul is filled with nothing but dread."
"Dread? What on earth about, child?" the Queen answered. "Why, the Mother Goddess Gaia protects us all, does she not?"
"She does."
"And she has for more years than there are grains of sand on the beach!"
"Yes..., but—"
"—And she tends to our every need, dose she not? Her glorious hands tended the soil that grew this palace. Her majestic feet trample out the grapes that became wine in our never emptying cellars. Her stupendous and life-giving breasts feed us all with cheese and manna each day! Do not such divine blessings and maternal care fill you with joy?"
"They do, of course," Windypearl answered, "but..., I fear this golden age is coming to an end."
"Coming to an end!" the Queen exclaimed. "Oh, Windypearl, such thoughts should never enter your head. We are the most blessed people to ever have lived on the earth. We inhabit a world without tears or toil, all our needs provided from our great Sky-Mother for our use and enjoyment." She reached out and lifted Windypearl's blonde bangs from her eyes, and added, "It is not right, girl. You are far too young to be fill your pretty little head with such dark thoughts. How old are you now anyway?"
"On my next birthday, I will be 872."
"Why, you are but a child!" Queen Daisybead said with a laugh. "You will see in time that your Queen is right. I had twinges of angst when I was young too, but they passed. And anyway, what could possibly put such dark thoughts into your mind on this glorious morning of the Solstice? Today, of all days especially, your mind should be filled with nothing but joy!"
"Well..., the omen, from last week. It was so strange," Windypearl said, "I have dark fears and my dreams have haunted me since. Does it not worry you, your Majesty?"
Queen Daisybead sighed and shook her head. She then gazed down with her glimmering violet eyes at the frightened girl, and said, "You misinterpret such things! You are no augury. That was no dark omen of doom, but, yet another gift from Mother Gaia! And one of great importance I am sure."
"Yes, but it was such an odd gift, your Majesty," Windypearl said. "And..., I mean, that windstorm that kicked up right before it appeared, and that blue glow and the flash of lightning that occurred right before it materialized. I have never seen such things before. It scared me to my core."
"The Mother Goddess works in mysterious—"
"And what is it anyway? I saw it in your parlor and, it resembles a sword! We use no such things here! Why would the Goddess of Peace give us an instrument of war? What can it mean?"
"Ah," Queen Daisybead responded, "That is where your youth and inexperience has led you astray. Think girl, think! Today of all days especially! The battle of the seedgivers!"
"You think it relates—"
"Of course it does! It must," the Queen replied. "What else could it mean? The seedgivers battle today, do they not?"
"They do."
"And the winner is allowed to plunge his sword into the chosen one on the great altar of Lord Chaos. What could be more revealing! It can mean nothing else. This is a sign, from the Goddess herself, along with her husband, the Great God Chaos, will bestow their blessing on this ceremony." The Queen raised her eyebrow, and said, "And girl..., you have never been chosen to receive the offering of man yet, have you?"
Windypearl blushed as she looked down at her bare feet, and shuffled. "Not yet, your Majesty."
"I thought not. Hence, there is your problem. You are unschooled in such ways, but, who knows...," the Queen said as she winked, "perhaps you will be chosen this year."
"Oh, may the Mother of heaven provide!"
"And, if the Goddess is generous, she may even see that that handsome boy Foxweb will win the battle of the seedgivers."
"Your majesty!" Windypearl cried as her face turned crimson.
"You think I don't notice what goes on in my own home, girl?" the Queen said with a wink. "I know he has been chosen every year for a century to compete, so he has not gone unnoticed, but sadly, he has yet to win the battle of the seedgivers. My, I must say, he is a handsome one. I see the lusty gaze in your eyes when he is around, and I concur with your assessment."
"You think it possible, though? Foxweb is so very anxious," Windypearl said. "You are right. He has yet to triumph in the battle of the seedgivers, and I think he despairs of ever releasing his seed. The torment on him..., it, it is too much sometimes."
"Yes, but, I am sure he will win soon. I have admired his form and he seems quite fit," the Queen replied. "How old is he?"
"He will 920, next spring I believe."
"Ah, well, he too is quite young," the Queen said. "But...," she added as she raised her eyebrows, "perhaps he just needs an incentive to fight harder. After all, with only one way to release his seed, and having to win the right from all of the other equally motivated candidates, his will, as well as his strength, must be extremely strong to triumph." The queen glanced at Windypearl and added, "You have him pleasure you, I assume. That should stoke his fire more than enough to turn him into an excellent gladiator I would think. The sacred honey of a beauty like you on his tongue should inflame him to his best efforts."
Windypearl blushed again, and giggled as she nodded.
"Well, that is good," the Queen said. "And, has he mastery of his tongue?"
"I think so, your Majesty," Windypearl said, "I don't have many others to compare against. But, I have shuddered many a night with him between my thighs. My toes have curled often at his ministrations."
"So then, what is the problem?"
"It is, well..., he has been so sad lately. He says his balls ache so severely he fears he might go mad."
"I would think that would only spur his efforts on more then?"
"That's what I thought," Windypearl said, "But, when the sword appeared last week, he told me it must be a sign from the Goddess that our ways need to change. He says it is not right for men to have to withhold their seed forever. He said that they should be able to plunge their swords into our pussies and release their load as they see fit!"
"He said that, did he?" the Queen glowered. "Well, I shall forgive such heresy..., once, as I know these boys get desperate if they go too long without release. But 900 years is not really that long. There have been some unfortunates who have never released in ten thousand years! I assume he would not wish that fate."
"No, your Majesty, please," Windypearl said, "Please do not be angry. He just burns with lust I think it has boiled his mind. He comes so close to victory each year, but then—"
"—Yes, I understand, the emanations from the stone of Chaos is strong, but still, it is not right to question Mother Gaia! I know these boy's balls churn constantly with their unspent lust, but, the Mother Goddess knows best. Remember the sacred scripture my dear..."
"Yes," Windypearl said as she quoted, "Upon the plane of man, rest sacks of such delight, to release their loads capriciously, would release a violent plight. It is to us, the female kind, to tame such desperate need. And for the peace, of all the world, we must lock away their seed."
"Amen!" the Queen cried. Grinning, she added, "But..., I think for this year's ceremony, I may be able to tip the scale a bit. Bring this boy to my bath and call my other servants. He needs special attention I can see."
"Yes, your majesty, but..."
"No buts, Windypearl," the Queen said. "You are gorgeous, and I can see how your full breasts and round ass have stoked this boy's flames into a roar, but, he may need that roar directed a bit by a more..., shall we say, mature hand. I shall have him bathe us all and prepare us for the ceremony as a first step on his road to freedom."
"Oh my," Windypearl gasped. "But..., that will get him—"
"—That is the point, my girl," the Queen said. "After servicing us all, and knowing that today his only hope of release for another year is to win the battle of seedgivers, I have no doubt we will see such gladiatorial skills this afternoon, Great Lord Chaos himself will watch and smile in delight."
"I shall call him to the bath immediately!" Windypearl said.
"Oh, and Windypearl," the Queen said as she winked. "I hope he is as talented as you claim."
"Well, your majesty, I am sure you will be the best judge of that."
"Yes," Daisybead said as she licked her lips. "I shall! I shall test him to his upper limit!"
*****
Queen Daisybead smiled as Foxweb entered the bath. She and her servants were already in the water, and they all giggled and tittered when he entered. He was a handsome boy, much more attractive than she remembered actually. Tall, and with long dark hair, he certainly looked strong enough to win thirty seedgiver battles in a row, with one arm chained behind his back. His chest and stomach were perfectly chiseled, and his muscles rippled and twitched. Most encouraging, though, was the sight of his cock and balls. He was definitely larger than average, and his testicles resembled two large overripe plums. Purple, juicy and quivering with nearly a millennium's worth of spooge, they were full and needed emptying..., soon.
"Well now, Windypearl," the queen said as she turned to her maid and smirked. "Now that I see your boy up close, I understand why he is selected each year to compete. He is gorgeous!"
"He is, your majesty," Moonlocks, another servant of the Queen, replied as the other twelve girls giggled their approval. "I select him each year at the ceremony. If only he would win the battle, though! What I wouldn't give to feel that meat slam into my honeycave. I am certain he must be about to bust having lost so many years in a row!"
"So true," the Queen said as she cocked her head and studied Foxweb's penis. "Boy," she commanded as she crooked her finger. "Wash us! We are going to help inspire you to fight harder this year. If you do as I say, I am sure victory will be yours this afternoon."
"Yes, your majesty," Foxweb said as he waded into the pool. The Queen's baths were a phenomenon and stretched for hundreds of yards in all directions. Located beneath her Tree Palace, they were part of an underground cavern fed by warm springs. The waters, now scented with jasmine, were as warm and inviting as the fresh juicy pussies now soaking in the pool. He felt his cock twitch and an ache of longing rush through his balls as the warm sweet waters lapped up his shaft and testicles as he entered the water and got a closer look at the girls.
Windypearl was there of course, and looking as beautiful as ever. Her long wet hair cupping against her perfect and suckable breasts in the water, but it was the addition of the other's that had his libido raging. Not only were a dozen of the most beautiful Nymphs of the palace in attendance, all naked and covered in soap, but, the Queen herself was present.
Queen Daisybead was stunning, and as he timidly waded forward he felt his heart beat faster when the queen reached her foot up out of the water and gripped his nose with her toes. Within seconds, he jumped when he felt other toes reach out under the water and begin stroking and teasing his shaft.
"Does he seem harder now?" the Queen asked as she glanced over at Windypearl.
"He does, your majesty!" she cried as she came up for air. "I have never felt his cock so hard."
"Yes," the Queen continued as she ran her foot down to Foxweb's open mouth. "You have him worship your feet regularly, I assume. The moment I saw him; I knew he would be a perfect footslave. My royal instincts are rarely wrong about these matters."
"My foot, your majesty? I do not—"
"I really must speak with your teacher Mistress Sweetbriar!" the queen said with a loud sigh. "She will be in my box at the ceremony, and I will give her a talking too! What is she teaching you girls in school?" Running her toes over the quivering open lips of Foxweb, the Queen added, "Now, watch and learn. You have not only been missing out on one of life's pleasures, but, I bet with this attention, old Foxweb here will win today for sure."
The Queen turned to Foxweb and said, "Now..., suck, boy. Suck my toes slowly."
He grinned and nodded, and over the next half hour, Queen Daisybead directed him on the proper way to worship a woman. He nibbled and sucked on each toe. He ran his tongue lovingly down her long, glorious leg, playfully biting and kissing his way towards her sacred cave. When he lunged forward to dive his face into her pussy, the Queen laughed and directed his attention up towards her erect nipples. He did not need much encouragement, and after slowly licking and sucking each one, swirling his tongue around the hard red buds, he kissed his way down her stomach to her mound once more. Once there, he ran a long, smoldering lick up the Queen's slash, and she moaned and sighed as she sunk down into the water, her toes curled in the first of many orgasms.
"You did not lie to me, Windypearl!" the Queen exclaimed as she raised her head out of the water. "The boy is good, and, if he does not win this year, I will bring him to the palace as our personal body servant until next Solstice. Being soaked in the spirit of Chaos should make him the perfect lover for you and all of my female slaves of the palace!"
This announcement caused quite a cheer among the other Nymphs and for the rest of the morning, as they were bathed with sweet Jasmine water, and orally serviced by the eager Foxweb, each shuddered out multiple spasms of pleasure.
*****
"You are a wicked, wicked girl," Mistress Sweetbriar said as she took her seat in the arena beside the queen.
"What?" Queen Daisybead said with a knowing smirk. "Why, whatever do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean," Sweetbriar said as she winked. "You seem to be arranging things quite nicely for Foxweb and Windypearl. Windypearl was chosen to be the Maid of Planting on the very first pull of the stones." Grinning, Sweetbriar added, "Now..., it helped her chances greatly when I discovered that EVERY stone inside the amphora was a ruby."
The Queen glanced sideways at Sweetbriar, and winked, "Ah, praise be to the Great Goddess Gaia! Her ways are mysterious."
"Yes, they are," Sweetbriar said as she pointed down into the arena. "But yours are not! Now, let's hope that Lord Chaos pours out similar blessings on your new boytoy. It looks like he has a lot of..., er, STIFF competition in this year's battle of the seedgivers."
The Queen laughed as she turned to look down into the arena. Sweetbriar did not misspeak. There was a lot of stiff competition with the final candidates, and the ten set of painfully erect penises, and twenty blue and aching balls dangling in the summer breeze, broadcast each man's eagerness to win, loudly!
The battle of the seedgivers was the next to the last ceremony of the day. The ultra-violent, and yet to the women who watched, ultimately ultra-exciting, battle was the highlight of the entire festival. The candidates were the most attractive men of Atlantis, the ugly and mal-formed having been eliminated during the ceremony of choosing.
All were handsome of course; tight dimpled asses, broad muscular chests, firm erections and ripe full balls. But most of all, and what made this ritual the most exciting, was all were insanely desperate. This battle would determine who would be allowed the privilege of making love to the selected Maid of planting, an ocean of his spooge finally to be released into the wet, inviting womb of a beautiful woman. Only during this ceremony, and only when having sex on the stone altar of Chaos, were the men's balls unlocked. For the rest of the year, the emanations from the Goddess Gaia kept their balls quite harmlessly sealed away.
This was a high stakes competition. And although the reward for winning was enormous, the penalty for losing was equally huge. The arena encircling the great stone of Chaos was saturated in the spirit of that great Father-God, Chaos. This was the one area on Atlantis where unfettered masculine energy, with all of his horny and violent tendencies was able to be released. This kept the battle especially dramatic and ferocious, and of course allowed the winner to release his seed, but, had the unfortunate effect of saturating the losers as well as the winners.
Any man having come close to the stone of Chaos would find the pain in his balls exponentially increased, his sperm production spiking off of the charts, as an ocean of testosterone was released from the blocking powers of Gaia. The effect was not permanent, but, for months after the ceremony was complete, the losers often would have to remain chained in order to maintain the delicate balance that Atlantis required. Insane with lust and with their violent cores having been stirred, such chained "losers" were highly prized by some of the more adventurous Princesses and Priestesses of Atlantis. No more desperate pussy slaves could be acquired.
After all of the seats filled in the arena, Queen Daisybead rose from her throne.
"All Glory and Honor to the all-knowing, all-loving, all-powerful Mother of the Universe, GAIA!"
As she spoke these words, the arena erupted into wild applause.
"And to her husband," Queen Daisybead continued, "the Great Father God, Chaos! The battle of the Seedgivers shall now commence!"
When she sat back down, the applause grew even louder as the floor of the arena opened and the stone of Chaos rose. The gemstone was enormous, at least thirty feet long, and pulsed as it came into view. Deep and blue, it resembled an enormous sapphire, and long white sparks arced over its surface when the noonday Summer solstice sun's rays illuminated the relic. The arena was hushed in silent reverence as it ascended into place.
On the far side of the enclosure, the gates opened, and Windypearl emerged. The applause was more subdued now, jealousy at the lucky girl who won the mantle of the Maid of Planting, tamping down the women's religious enthusiasm.
Windypearl was astonished as she strode into the arena. Her knees were like rubber as she walked proudly into the center of the crowd. She was the chosen one. She, and she alone, would have her pussy pounded by the winner of this great battle. As she grew closer to the stone of Chaos, her body reacted to its magic.
She was already aroused from her escapade with Foxweb earlier in the bath, but this was a whole other level of lust. Her clit vibrated, the strength of her internal hum growing stronger as the great stone of Chaos got closer. Her nipples were like diamonds now, wet and weeping milk, they yearned to be licked and bitten. Her body dripped in sweat as her honey flowed out of her scalding pussy onto her leg, leaving a wet trail in the sand as she walked. The spirit of Chaos was truly overtaking her and sending her into an orbit of lust she had never experience before.
Her toes curled and she whimpered as she climbed up onto the stone. She could feel the gem pulsing beneath her, stroking her thighs as it almost felt like the rock was licking her flesh. Just touching the gem was like a thousand nights of pleasure bursting into her womb at once. Now in her place on top of the rock, she spread her legs wide and glared across the arena to the opposite wall.
There, struggling and straining behind a vine-choked gate were ten of the horniest men she had ever seen. Their cocks were insanely hard, rigid, purple, already weeping pre-cum into the sand. The gaze in their eyes sent a thrilling shudder through her loins. It was pure, unadulterated, unbridled and unrestrained lust. Every pupil was beaded directly on her, and already she could feel their manhoods straining to reach her. Oh to be taken by them all at once! Perhaps..., perhaps that was the meaning of the omen! Oh, Glorious Goddess Gaia, thy will be done!
Standing in the front of the crowd of sweating, naked horny men behind the gate was Foxweb. She had never seen him in such a state, his whole body shaking as sweat poured down his chiseled six-pack. With a twinkle in her eye, Windypearl looked over her shoulder at the Queen's box and smiled. Her grin was one of gratitude, but also desperation. She needed meat in her hole, and she needed it NOW!
"Ladies of Atlantis," Queen Daisybead cried as she stood once more, "Let the battle of the seedgivers..., begin!" As the last reverberation of her cry stopped, the gate was opened and the men charged out into the arena.
The next few minutes were a blur of violent fury. Hard cocks bobbed, and full purple balls swayed as the melee commenced and the battle was joined. Foxweb slammed a man at least a half a foot taller than himself hard onto the ground, instantly knocking him out as other similar violent exchanges took place all around them. The arena was a full spectacle now, as pairs of men battled each other. Fists flew, bites were exchanged, and strong arms and hands pummeled one another before moving on to the next opponent. Over time, ten, became five, became three and then two. This was the climactic battle!
"I swear, your Majesty," Sweetbriar said with a giggle from the Queen's box, "But, I am flowing like high tide right now! This ceremony always makes me so wet."
"Oh, I most agree, Mistress Sweetbriar," the Queen responded. "Such pure male fury unleashed is quite a sight. I remember the battle to plow my fields was especially ferocious. That boy who won, what was his name again...."
"Turtlegrid, wasn't it?" Sweetbriar said.
"Yes!" the queen exclaimed as she turned to her friend and said, "My, you do have a good memory. Well...," she sighed as she reminisced, "He, sadly, was no turtle! That boy did not last two seconds in my velvety folds!"
Sweetbriar cackled as she threw her head back and laughed. "Ah yes! I remember my turn on the stone. It was equally disappointing alas..., but..., at least that dear boy, Pepperwink did not falsely promise anything. His pepper was over in a wink!"
"Well," the Queen said as her eyes kept darting over to the writhing naked men on the ground, "this year I think will be different."
"Oh? How so?" Sweetbriar said. "That boy Foxweb seems quite young. I doubt he is even one thousand yet. Those young ones are adorable, no doubt, but always fire their loads at the first warm wet embrace of their freed cocks."
"Not this year, girl," the Queen said. "I have a special surprise planned."
"A surprise, your majesty?" Sweetbriar said. "What sort of surprise?"
"One sanctioned by the glorious Mother Gaia herself!"
"Ah! You must mean that mysterious sword?" Sweetbriar asked. "But..., I don't—"
"—I have told Windypearl," the Queen interrupted, "that, once the battle is over, and Foxweb, mounts her and brings her to orgasm with his cock, to cry out. At the moment, my servant will rush forward and plunge the sword into the fissure at the base of the gem. I feel certain that Mother Gaia sent this great gift to us as a reward for our many years of service and it is no accident the sword appears to fit the fissure perfectly. I am confident this will allow our young Stud riding Windypearl to last until she, and thus Mother Gaia, are fully satisfied. Well, that and a bit of training..."
"Wow, your majesty," Sweetbriar said, "I..., I hate to be contrary, but, are you sure this omen means what you—"
"What else could it mean?" Queen Daisybead snapped. "Do not question my—"
"I did not mean to question you, your Majesty," Sweetbriar stuttered. "Far from it, but...," she paused as she glanced back into the arena and smiled. "Well..., you must be correct. See, it appears we shall see your prophecy fulfilled right now. Your Foxweb won!"
Foxweb, the last man standing, was shaking; his muscles aching and his body covered in his own sweat and the blood of his opponents. All at his feet, naked men lay splayed out, knocked into unconsciousness by his furious blows. He looked up to the stone, and saw Windypearl glaring down at him with such an intense look of lust in her eyes, he swallowed hard. Now was the time! Now at last, his nearly thousand years of spooge would be released into the warm velvety hot body of a beautiful woman!
He scrambled up the side of the stone, the wild cheers of the spectators egging him on. His cock, throbbing harder than ever in his life. His balls twitching as he saw Windypearl lying spread-eagle before him. Her hot wet sex pulsating in the bright sun, the perfume of her intense arousal washing over him like a flood. He ran forward and gripped her ankles, quickly spreading her legs wide as he knelt down.
"I say he lasts for three strokes at best, your majesty," Sweetbriar said as she laughed. "Just look at his balls! I have never seen a pair that shade before. I don't think that sword shall be sheathed in the stone anytime soon."
"Oh yea of little faith, my dear friend," the Queen responded. "Do you care to wager?"
"Well..., only a fool bets with a queen, so let's make it a friendly wa—, hey!" Sweetbriar cried. "What is this now!"
Sweetbriar, along with the rest of the crowd was shocked. Rather than plunge into his long awaited prize, releasing the thousand-year ache from his balls, like everyone expected, Foxweb was surprising everyone. He was on his knees between Windypearl's legs and had not taken her yet. He was gently kissing the Maid of Planting's ankle!
On top of the stone, between her thighs, his eyes were closed. Gently, he kissed Windypearl's left sole, running his tongue up and down her foot as he covered each of her toes with dozens of tickling butterfly kisses. The squeals of the Nymph were deafening as his talented tongue painted her body in pleasure.
Windypearl was gobsmacked. She had fully expected, and hoped actually, to be ravaged but this..., this was truly unexpected. As her gorgeous nude warrior ran loving kisses down her leg and licked and suckled her inner thigh, a flood of her nectar squirted out like a fountain from her pussy. Her c ached for him, and as he began to swirl the tip of his tongue over her red hot clit, while simultaneously stroking her from the inside with his finger, her whole body erupted in a wave of convulsive shudders.
"Oh! Oh Glorious and wonderful Mother Goddess Gaia! Accept this sacrifice!" she screamed as her toes curled and she shook, panted and barked out her orgasm.
"Someone has coached that boy, your Majesty," Sweetbriar said with a laugh. "Now..., I wonder who?" she added as she raised her eyebrow.
"Are you accusing me?" Queen Daisybead replied with a chuckle.
"I knew something was up when you were so quick to wrangle me into a wager. Well, your majesty, you were obviously correct. Today is a momentous day! Your servant is definitely enjoying her turn on the stone of Chaos far more than you or I did."
"She definitely is! Now..., I think the boy has earned his reward, do you not think?" the Queen said.
"Oh yes! Most definitely."
The Queen now locked eyes with Foxweb, who's begging pleading pupils looked to her for permission to continue. When she nodded her approval, he smiled.
Still on his knees between the thighs of the Nymph, he licked his lips as he looked down at the gorgeous, panting and sated body of Windypearl beneath him. He leaned forward to kiss her but was shocked when she violently grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers.
"Take me, Foxweb! Fill my womanhood to the brim with your meat! Fill my wet hold up in total! Slam your cock into me until I bark, bite and spit like a rabid badger!"
Foxweb needed no further sign, and he gripped her ankles and flipped them over his shoulder, plunging his erection deep and hard into her waiting honey cave.
She was so tight! Tighter than he could ever have imagined and his dick felt sensations he did not think possible in this life. She was so warm, sticky, and...., deliciously wet; each inch of his manhood gobbled up into her hungry snatch. The sugary walls of her snatch teased and milked his shaft as he drove into her like a man possessed. After a few pumps, he felt his long denied spooge rise like tree sap in spring. He moaned as he gritted his teeth and willed his sperm back into his balls. This would be a moment he would savor, and he vowed not to shoot until Windypearl collapsed in satisfied utter and complete sated exhaustion. The Queen had commanded it, and he was bound to try and obey. From her reactions, he hoped it would be soon as his grip on control started to weaken.
Windypearl squealed with delight as the first dick ever to enter her womanhood repeatedly slammed into her body. Such joyous emotions burst out of her womb, as Foxweb grunted and sweated, his perspiration dripping onto her heaving giggling breasts as he rammed into her over and over. Finally, after an astonishing twenty minutes, she felt another orgasm bubble up from her spine. Foxweb, dangling on the precipice of his long-awaited relief, clenched his ass and grunted as he valiantly fought to hold back his tide, his toes quivering as everything began to give way. His dam was just breaking when Windypearl screamed, "Now, Queen Daisybead! NOW!" as her toes too began to curl.
At Windypearl's signal, a servant ran forward, the glowing sword of Chronus in her hand, and rushed into the center of the arena.
"All glory and power and honor, forever to the great and powerful Goddess Gai—!"
The servant's words were cut off once the sword of Chronus entered the fissure at the base of the stone. Time paused and everything began to stretch. The air turned thick, like syrup, and the Queen gasped as her eyes focused on the calamity taking place before her. The stone of Chronus, once penetrated by the sword, grew blindingly bright, brighter than a billion suns and a crack formed in the fissure where the sword had penetrated.
The time-space continuum had been severed once more, but this time, permanently.
A swirling and violent wind, stronger than a thousand hurricanes, rushed out of the fissure and, in the blink of an eye, all of Atlantis was sucked into the tiny crack. Paradise was lost..., forever, and as the last of the island disappeared into the glowing fissure, the sea covered the stone, and the sword, leaving it alone at the bottom of the suddenly dead calm sea. There it stays, waiting..., and waiting..., and waiting...
Book 4
Hera strikes back
Queen Daisybead's eyes fluttered as the first rays of breaking dawn flooded into her bedchamber. When she lifted her lids, and woke, she sighed as she deeply inhaled. Infectious joy flooded her veins as the delectable perfume of fresh roses wafted in through the open door to her veranda. Yes..., another Solstice has come!
She yawned and stretched as the last remnants of her sleep retreated into the purple skies of morning. Today was the highlight of the entire year. It was Grand Summer Ceremony to the Eternal Mother of the Universe, the Great Goddess Gaia, and the would require much attention to her duties as Queen and High Priestess. It would be very busy day, and long; in fact, the longest. She swung her long silky legs over the side of her bed of equally silky green moss, got up and walked across her bedroom to the veranda. The doors were already open and she stepped out onto the balcony.
The view was stunning, and the weather beautiful, just like it was every day. Always 72 degrees, and with a light westerly breeze, rain was limited to nighttime, and then, only in a warm gentle showers. The soft winds blowing off of the Atlantic Oceans kept the island pleasant year round, and the gentle roar of the surf mixed happily with the ambient sounds of songbirds flying in great abundance in the air.
The island was a riot of color and life. Thick overgrown forests of Palm and Fruit trees covered the interior, and the animals living there coexisted in total peace. From the brightly colored birds in the air to the meek deer grazing on the plain to the sleek panthers slumbering on low hanging banyan trees in the jungles, violence and fear was unknown. It was a complete Edenic paradise. Death had no dominion here, and had not for over a million years. Well..., until today.
The Queen's palace was as spectacular as the landscape it overlooked. It was beautiful and spacious, definitely befitting a royal, but was no ordinary dwelling. This palace was not made by human hands, but was an enormous twisted and aged oak tree, rising hundreds of feet into the sky. The tree grew directly out of the rich black earth and had been planted and cared for by the Great Mother Goddess herself. At the base of the gigantic tree, huge roots reaching thirty feet into the air formed the gates of the palace. Each room in the thousand-room palace was completely engulfed in warm wood and branches of ivy and flowers. Hanging gardens of rose bushes, hyacinth and jasmine perfumed everything and hung from hundreds of balconies overlooking the sea.
Her bedroom, a verdant paradise of green, was situated at the pinnacle of center trunk-tower of her living castle, and had the most stellar view in all of Atlantis. To her right, the Queen gazed down and saw her acolytes already at work in the Temple to the great Mother Goddess Gaia. They were busy making preparations for the afternoon ceremonies and were a frenetic lot today. There was so much to do: the ceremony of choosing, the great battle of seed givers, the ritual of planting; the celebration and ceremonies would last well into the night.
Queen Daisybead sighed, already tired thinking about all that must be done. It would be a hectic day. She smiled as she felt the soft kisses of the summer solstice sun on her beautiful, flawless face. Just a few moments more before her duties would commence. After all, Atlantis was most beautiful at dawn.
How many Solstice mornings had she witnessed? Who knew? There were far too many to count. Now over ten-thousand years old, she was as stunning now as she was as a "youth". Tall and regal, her long flowing dark hair; flecked with shocks of silver, cascaded down her back and tickled the top of her still perfect ass. Her gorgeous full womanly breasts, and achingly stunning pussy drank in the pink light of dawn that caressed her body of pure feminine perfection. Her skin, like shimmering carved alabaster, was flawless. Her flesh had never known the feel of clothing. Such things were unknown here, as she, like all residents of Atlantis, were perpetually sky-clad.
When she heard rustling behind her inside her bedroom, she sighed and turned and went inside Her one private moment of the day was done. Duty called. Seeing that it was her most favorite servant, she grinned.
"Windypearl, has my bath been drawn yet?" the Queen said.
"Yes, your majesty," Windypearl answered.
"Wonderful," the Queen said, "and..., in honor of such a special day, I think I shall bathe in Jasmine water this morning."
"Excellent choice, your Majesty," Windypearl answered, her brow uncharacteristically furrowed. "I shall inform your—"
"—Windypearl, just a moment," the Queen asked as she raised her eyebrow. "You seem troubled. Are you not excited about the ceremony today? I know when I was your age, I could barely contain my excitement on the morning of the Solstice. For weeks ahead of time my nether regions tingled in anticipation of not only the ceremony of choosing, but even more, the battle of the seed givers! Such a display of the masculine arts, all erupting at once, got my juices flowing like the tides. In fact," she added, "it still does."
"Yes, I am excited," Windypearl answered, but not convincingly.
"You know, girl, you have a good chance at being chosen as the one to receive the sacred seed this year in the ritual of planting," the Queen said. She winked and added, "I have a good feeling about it. I think it is your time."
"Oh, that would be something...," Windypearl answered. "But..., I-I, I am filled with great worry, your Majesty. I know I should be focused on the Great Goddess Gaia, blessed be her name, and the ceremony; but..., my soul is filled with nothing but dread."
"Dread? What on earth about, child?" the Queen answered. "Why, the Mother Goddess Gaia protects us all, does she not?"
"She does."
"And she has for more years than there are grains of sand on the beach!"
"Yes..., but—"
"—And she tends to our every need, dose she not? Her glorious hands tended the soil that grew this palace. Her majestic feet trample out the grapes that became wine in our never emptying cellars. Her stupendous and life-giving breasts feed us all with cheese and manna each day! Do not such divine blessings and maternal care fill you with joy?"
"They do, of course," Windypearl answered, "but..., I fear this golden age is coming to an end."
"Coming to an end!" the Queen exclaimed. "Oh, Windypearl, such thoughts should never enter your head. We are the most blessed people to ever have lived on the earth. We inhabit a world without tears or toil, all our needs provided from our great Sky-Mother for our use and enjoyment." She reached out and lifted Windypearl's blonde bangs from her eyes, and added, "It is not right, girl. You are far too young to be fill your pretty little head with such dark thoughts. How old are you now anyway?"
"On my next birthday, I will be 872."
"Why, you are but a child!" Queen Daisybead said with a laugh. "You will see in time that your Queen is right. I had twinges of angst when I was young too, but they passed. And anyway, what could possibly put such dark thoughts into your mind on this glorious morning of the Solstice? Today, of all days especially, your mind should be filled with nothing but joy!"
"Well..., the omen, from last week. It was so strange," Windypearl said, "I have dark fears and my dreams have haunted me since. Does it not worry you, your Majesty?"
Queen Daisybead sighed and shook her head. She then gazed down with her glimmering violet eyes at the frightened girl, and said, "You misinterpret such things! You are no augury. That was no dark omen of doom, but, yet another gift from Mother Gaia! And one of great importance I am sure."
"Yes, but it was such an odd gift, your Majesty," Windypearl said. "And..., I mean, that windstorm that kicked up right before it appeared, and that blue glow and the flash of lightning that occurred right before it materialized. I have never seen such things before. It scared me to my core."
"The Mother Goddess works in mysterious—"
"And what is it anyway? I saw it in your parlor and, it resembles a sword! We use no such things here! Why would the Goddess of Peace give us an instrument of war? What can it mean?"
"Ah," Queen Daisybead responded, "That is where your youth and inexperience has led you astray. Think girl, think! Today of all days especially! The battle of the seedgivers!"
"You think it relates—"
"Of course it does! It must," the Queen replied. "What else could it mean? The seedgivers battle today, do they not?"
"They do."
"And the winner is allowed to plunge his sword into the chosen one on the great altar of Lord Chaos. What could be more revealing! It can mean nothing else. This is a sign, from the Goddess herself, along with her husband, the Great God Chaos, will bestow their blessing on this ceremony." The Queen raised her eyebrow, and said, "And girl..., you have never been chosen to receive the offering of man yet, have you?"
Windypearl blushed as she looked down at her bare feet, and shuffled. "Not yet, your Majesty."
"I thought not. Hence, there is your problem. You are unschooled in such ways, but, who knows...," the Queen said as she winked, "perhaps you will be chosen this year."
"Oh, may the Mother of heaven provide!"
"And, if the Goddess is generous, she may even see that that handsome boy Foxweb will win the battle of the seedgivers."
"Your majesty!" Windypearl cried as her face turned crimson.
"You think I don't notice what goes on in my own home, girl?" the Queen said with a wink. "I know he has been chosen every year for a century to compete, so he has not gone unnoticed, but sadly, he has yet to win the battle of the seedgivers. My, I must say, he is a handsome one. I see the lusty gaze in your eyes when he is around, and I concur with your assessment."
"You think it possible, though? Foxweb is so very anxious," Windypearl said. "You are right. He has yet to triumph in the battle of the seedgivers, and I think he despairs of ever releasing his seed. The torment on him..., it, it is too much sometimes."
"Yes, but, I am sure he will win soon. I have admired his form and he seems quite fit," the Queen replied. "How old is he?"
"He will 920, next spring I believe."
"Ah, well, he too is quite young," the Queen said. "But...," she added as she raised her eyebrows, "perhaps he just needs an incentive to fight harder. After all, with only one way to release his seed, and having to win the right from all of the other equally motivated candidates, his will, as well as his strength, must be extremely strong to triumph." The queen glanced at Windypearl and added, "You have him pleasure you, I assume. That should stoke his fire more than enough to turn him into an excellent gladiator I would think. The sacred honey of a beauty like you on his tongue should inflame him to his best efforts."
Windypearl blushed again, and giggled as she nodded.
"Well, that is good," the Queen said. "And, has he mastery of his tongue?"
"I think so, your Majesty," Windypearl said, "I don't have many others to compare against. But, I have shuddered many a night with him between my thighs. My toes have curled often at his ministrations."
"So then, what is the problem?"
"It is, well..., he has been so sad lately. He says his balls ache so severely he fears he might go mad."
"I would think that would only spur his efforts on more then?"
"That's what I thought," Windypearl said, "But, when the sword appeared last week, he told me it must be a sign from the Goddess that our ways need to change. He says it is not right for men to have to withhold their seed forever. He said that they should be able to plunge their swords into our pussies and release their load as they see fit!"
"He said that, did he?" the Queen glowered. "Well, I shall forgive such heresy..., once, as I know these boys get desperate if they go too long without release. But 900 years is not really that long. There have been some unfortunates who have never released in ten thousand years! I assume he would not wish that fate."
"No, your Majesty, please," Windypearl said, "Please do not be angry. He just burns with lust I think it has boiled his mind. He comes so close to victory each year, but then—"
"—Yes, I understand, the emanations from the stone of Chaos is strong, but still, it is not right to question Mother Gaia! I know these boy's balls churn constantly with their unspent lust, but, the Mother Goddess knows best. Remember the sacred scripture my dear..."
"Yes," Windypearl said as she quoted, "Upon the plane of man, rest sacks of such delight, to release their loads capriciously, would release a violent plight. It is to us, the female kind, to tame such desperate need. And for the peace, of all the world, we must lock away their seed."
"Amen!" the Queen cried. Grinning, she added, "But..., I think for this year's ceremony, I may be able to tip the scale a bit. Bring this boy to my bath and call my other servants. He needs special attention I can see."
"Yes, your majesty, but..."
"No buts, Windypearl," the Queen said. "You are gorgeous, and I can see how your full breasts and round ass have stoked this boy's flames into a roar, but, he may need that roar directed a bit by a more..., shall we say, mature hand. I shall have him bathe us all and prepare us for the ceremony as a first step on his road to freedom."
"Oh my," Windypearl gasped. "But..., that will get him—"
"—That is the point, my girl," the Queen said. "After servicing us all, and knowing that today his only hope of release for another year is to win the battle of seedgivers, I have no doubt we will see such gladiatorial skills this afternoon, Great Lord Chaos himself will watch and smile in delight."
"I shall call him to the bath immediately!" Windypearl said.
"Oh, and Windypearl," the Queen said as she winked. "I hope he is as talented as you claim."
"Well, your majesty, I am sure you will be the best judge of that."
"Yes," Daisybead said as she licked her lips. "I shall! I shall test him to his upper limit!"
*****
Queen Daisybead smiled as Foxweb entered the bath. She and her servants were already in the water, and they all giggled and tittered when he entered. He was a handsome boy, much more attractive than she remembered actually. Tall, and with long dark hair, he certainly looked strong enough to win thirty seedgiver battles in a row, with one arm chained behind his back. His chest and stomach were perfectly chiseled, and his muscles rippled and twitched. Most encouraging, though, was the sight of his cock and balls. He was definitely larger than average, and his testicles resembled two large overripe plums. Purple, juicy and quivering with nearly a millennium's worth of spooge, they were full and needed emptying..., soon.
"Well now, Windypearl," the queen said as she turned to her maid and smirked. "Now that I see your boy up close, I understand why he is selected each year to compete. He is gorgeous!"
"He is, your majesty," Moonlocks, another servant of the Queen, replied as the other twelve girls giggled their approval. "I select him each year at the ceremony. If only he would win the battle, though! What I wouldn't give to feel that meat slam into my honeycave. I am certain he must be about to bust having lost so many years in a row!"
"So true," the Queen said as she cocked her head and studied Foxweb's penis. "Boy," she commanded as she crooked her finger. "Wash us! We are going to help inspire you to fight harder this year. If you do as I say, I am sure victory will be yours this afternoon."
"Yes, your majesty," Foxweb said as he waded into the pool. The Queen's baths were a phenomenon and stretched for hundreds of yards in all directions. Located beneath her Tree Palace, they were part of an underground cavern fed by warm springs. The waters, now scented with jasmine, were as warm and inviting as the fresh juicy pussies now soaking in the pool. He felt his cock twitch and an ache of longing rush through his balls as the warm sweet waters lapped up his shaft and testicles as he entered the water and got a closer look at the girls.
Windypearl was there of course, and looking as beautiful as ever. Her long wet hair cupping against her perfect and suckable breasts in the water, but it was the addition of the other's that had his libido raging. Not only were a dozen of the most beautiful Nymphs of the palace in attendance, all naked and covered in soap, but, the Queen herself was present.
Queen Daisybead was stunning, and as he timidly waded forward he felt his heart beat faster when the queen reached her foot up out of the water and gripped his nose with her toes. Within seconds, he jumped when he felt other toes reach out under the water and begin stroking and teasing his shaft.
"Does he seem harder now?" the Queen asked as she glanced over at Windypearl.
"He does, your majesty!" she cried as she came up for air. "I have never felt his cock so hard."
"Yes," the Queen continued as she ran her foot down to Foxweb's open mouth. "You have him worship your feet regularly, I assume. The moment I saw him; I knew he would be a perfect footslave. My royal instincts are rarely wrong about these matters."
"My foot, your majesty? I do not—"
"I really must speak with your teacher Mistress Sweetbriar!" the queen said with a loud sigh. "She will be in my box at the ceremony, and I will give her a talking too! What is she teaching you girls in school?" Running her toes over the quivering open lips of Foxweb, the Queen added, "Now, watch and learn. You have not only been missing out on one of life's pleasures, but, I bet with this attention, old Foxweb here will win today for sure."
The Queen turned to Foxweb and said, "Now..., suck, boy. Suck my toes slowly."
He grinned and nodded, and over the next half hour, Queen Daisybead directed him on the proper way to worship a woman. He nibbled and sucked on each toe. He ran his tongue lovingly down her long, glorious leg, playfully biting and kissing his way towards her sacred cave. When he lunged forward to dive his face into her pussy, the Queen laughed and directed his attention up towards her erect nipples. He did not need much encouragement, and after slowly licking and sucking each one, swirling his tongue around the hard red buds, he kissed his way down her stomach to her mound once more. Once there, he ran a long, smoldering lick up the Queen's slash, and she moaned and sighed as she sunk down into the water, her toes curled in the first of many orgasms.
"You did not lie to me, Windypearl!" the Queen exclaimed as she raised her head out of the water. "The boy is good, and, if he does not win this year, I will bring him to the palace as our personal body servant until next Solstice. Being soaked in the spirit of Chaos should make him the perfect lover for you and all of my female slaves of the palace!"
This announcement caused quite a cheer among the other Nymphs and for the rest of the morning, as they were bathed with sweet Jasmine water, and orally serviced by the eager Foxweb, each shuddered out multiple spasms of pleasure.
*****
"You are a wicked, wicked girl," Mistress Sweetbriar said as she took her seat in the arena beside the queen.
"What?" Queen Daisybead said with a knowing smirk. "Why, whatever do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean," Sweetbriar said as she winked. "You seem to be arranging things quite nicely for Foxweb and Windypearl. Windypearl was chosen to be the Maid of Planting on the very first pull of the stones." Grinning, Sweetbriar added, "Now..., it helped her chances greatly when I discovered that EVERY stone inside the amphora was a ruby."
The Queen glanced sideways at Sweetbriar, and winked, "Ah, praise be to the Great Goddess Gaia! Her ways are mysterious."
"Yes, they are," Sweetbriar said as she pointed down into the arena. "But yours are not! Now, let's hope that Lord Chaos pours out similar blessings on your new boytoy. It looks like he has a lot of..., er, STIFF competition in this year's battle of the seedgivers."
The Queen laughed as she turned to look down into the arena. Sweetbriar did not misspeak. There was a lot of stiff competition with the final candidates, and the ten set of painfully erect penises, and twenty blue and aching balls dangling in the summer breeze, broadcast each man's eagerness to win, loudly!
The battle of the seedgivers was the next to the last ceremony of the day. The ultra-violent, and yet to the women who watched, ultimately ultra-exciting, battle was the highlight of the entire festival. The candidates were the most attractive men of Atlantis, the ugly and mal-formed having been eliminated during the ceremony of choosing.
All were handsome of course; tight dimpled asses, broad muscular chests, firm erections and ripe full balls. But most of all, and what made this ritual the most exciting, was all were insanely desperate. This battle would determine who would be allowed the privilege of making love to the selected Maid of planting, an ocean of his spooge finally to be released into the wet, inviting womb of a beautiful woman. Only during this ceremony, and only when having sex on the stone altar of Chaos, were the men's balls unlocked. For the rest of the year, the emanations from the Goddess Gaia kept their balls quite harmlessly sealed away.
This was a high stakes competition. And although the reward for winning was enormous, the penalty for losing was equally huge. The arena encircling the great stone of Chaos was saturated in the spirit of that great Father-God, Chaos. This was the one area on Atlantis where unfettered masculine energy, with all of his horny and violent tendencies was able to be released. This kept the battle especially dramatic and ferocious, and of course allowed the winner to release his seed, but, had the unfortunate effect of saturating the losers as well as the winners.
Any man having come close to the stone of Chaos would find the pain in his balls exponentially increased, his sperm production spiking off of the charts, as an ocean of testosterone was released from the blocking powers of Gaia. The effect was not permanent, but, for months after the ceremony was complete, the losers often would have to remain chained in order to maintain the delicate balance that Atlantis required. Insane with lust and with their violent cores having been stirred, such chained "losers" were highly prized by some of the more adventurous Princesses and Priestesses of Atlantis. No more desperate pussy slaves could be acquired.
After all of the seats filled in the arena, Queen Daisybead rose from her throne.
"All Glory and Honor to the all-knowing, all-loving, all-powerful Mother of the Universe, GAIA!"
As she spoke these words, the arena erupted into wild applause.
"And to her husband," Queen Daisybead continued, "the Great Father God, Chaos! The battle of the Seedgivers shall now commence!"
When she sat back down, the applause grew even louder as the floor of the arena opened and the stone of Chaos rose. The gemstone was enormous, at least thirty feet long, and pulsed as it came into view. Deep and blue, it resembled an enormous sapphire, and long white sparks arced over its surface when the noonday Summer solstice sun's rays illuminated the relic. The arena was hushed in silent reverence as it ascended into place.
On the far side of the enclosure, the gates opened, and Windypearl emerged. The applause was more subdued now, jealousy at the lucky girl who won the mantle of the Maid of Planting, tamping down the women's religious enthusiasm.
Windypearl was astonished as she strode into the arena. Her knees were like rubber as she walked proudly into the center of the crowd. She was the chosen one. She, and she alone, would have her pussy pounded by the winner of this great battle. As she grew closer to the stone of Chaos, her body reacted to its magic.
She was already aroused from her escapade with Foxweb earlier in the bath, but this was a whole other level of lust. Her clit vibrated, the strength of her internal hum growing stronger as the great stone of Chaos got closer. Her nipples were like diamonds now, wet and weeping milk, they yearned to be licked and bitten. Her body dripped in sweat as her honey flowed out of her scalding pussy onto her leg, leaving a wet trail in the sand as she walked. The spirit of Chaos was truly overtaking her and sending her into an orbit of lust she had never experience before.
Her toes curled and she whimpered as she climbed up onto the stone. She could feel the gem pulsing beneath her, stroking her thighs as it almost felt like the rock was licking her flesh. Just touching the gem was like a thousand nights of pleasure bursting into her womb at once. Now in her place on top of the rock, she spread her legs wide and glared across the arena to the opposite wall.
There, struggling and straining behind a vine-choked gate were ten of the horniest men she had ever seen. Their cocks were insanely hard, rigid, purple, already weeping pre-cum into the sand. The gaze in their eyes sent a thrilling shudder through her loins. It was pure, unadulterated, unbridled and unrestrained lust. Every pupil was beaded directly on her, and already she could feel their manhoods straining to reach her. Oh to be taken by them all at once! Perhaps..., perhaps that was the meaning of the omen! Oh, Glorious Goddess Gaia, thy will be done!
Standing in the front of the crowd of sweating, naked horny men behind the gate was Foxweb. She had never seen him in such a state, his whole body shaking as sweat poured down his chiseled six-pack. With a twinkle in her eye, Windypearl looked over her shoulder at the Queen's box and smiled. Her grin was one of gratitude, but also desperation. She needed meat in her hole, and she needed it NOW!
"Ladies of Atlantis," Queen Daisybead cried as she stood once more, "Let the battle of the seedgivers..., begin!" As the last reverberation of her cry stopped, the gate was opened and the men charged out into the arena.
The next few minutes were a blur of violent fury. Hard cocks bobbed, and full purple balls swayed as the melee commenced and the battle was joined. Foxweb slammed a man at least a half a foot taller than himself hard onto the ground, instantly knocking him out as other similar violent exchanges took place all around them. The arena was a full spectacle now, as pairs of men battled each other. Fists flew, bites were exchanged, and strong arms and hands pummeled one another before moving on to the next opponent. Over time, ten, became five, became three and then two. This was the climactic battle!
"I swear, your Majesty," Sweetbriar said with a giggle from the Queen's box, "But, I am flowing like high tide right now! This ceremony always makes me so wet."
"Oh, I most agree, Mistress Sweetbriar," the Queen responded. "Such pure male fury unleashed is quite a sight. I remember the battle to plow my fields was especially ferocious. That boy who won, what was his name again...."
"Turtlegrid, wasn't it?" Sweetbriar said.
"Yes!" the queen exclaimed as she turned to her friend and said, "My, you do have a good memory. Well...," she sighed as she reminisced, "He, sadly, was no turtle! That boy did not last two seconds in my velvety folds!"
Sweetbriar cackled as she threw her head back and laughed. "Ah yes! I remember my turn on the stone. It was equally disappointing alas..., but..., at least that dear boy, Pepperwink did not falsely promise anything. His pepper was over in a wink!"
"Well," the Queen said as her eyes kept darting over to the writhing naked men on the ground, "this year I think will be different."
"Oh? How so?" Sweetbriar said. "That boy Foxweb seems quite young. I doubt he is even one thousand yet. Those young ones are adorable, no doubt, but always fire their loads at the first warm wet embrace of their freed cocks."
"Not this year, girl," the Queen said. "I have a special surprise planned."
"A surprise, your majesty?" Sweetbriar said. "What sort of surprise?"
"One sanctioned by the glorious Mother Gaia herself!"
"Ah! You must mean that mysterious sword?" Sweetbriar asked. "But..., I don't—"
"—I have told Windypearl," the Queen interrupted, "that, once the battle is over, and Foxweb, mounts her and brings her to orgasm with his cock, to cry out. At the moment, my servant will rush forward and plunge the sword into the fissure at the base of the gem. I feel certain that Mother Gaia sent this great gift to us as a reward for our many years of service and it is no accident the sword appears to fit the fissure perfectly. I am confident this will allow our young Stud riding Windypearl to last until she, and thus Mother Gaia, are fully satisfied. Well, that and a bit of training..."
"Wow, your majesty," Sweetbriar said, "I..., I hate to be contrary, but, are you sure this omen means what you—"
"What else could it mean?" Queen Daisybead snapped. "Do not question my—"
"I did not mean to question you, your Majesty," Sweetbriar stuttered. "Far from it, but...," she paused as she glanced back into the arena and smiled. "Well..., you must be correct. See, it appears we shall see your prophecy fulfilled right now. Your Foxweb won!"
Foxweb, the last man standing, was shaking; his muscles aching and his body covered in his own sweat and the blood of his opponents. All at his feet, naked men lay splayed out, knocked into unconsciousness by his furious blows. He looked up to the stone, and saw Windypearl glaring down at him with such an intense look of lust in her eyes, he swallowed hard. Now was the time! Now at last, his nearly thousand years of spooge would be released into the warm velvety hot body of a beautiful woman!
He scrambled up the side of the stone, the wild cheers of the spectators egging him on. His cock, throbbing harder than ever in his life. His balls twitching as he saw Windypearl lying spread-eagle before him. Her hot wet sex pulsating in the bright sun, the perfume of her intense arousal washing over him like a flood. He ran forward and gripped her ankles, quickly spreading her legs wide as he knelt down.
"I say he lasts for three strokes at best, your majesty," Sweetbriar said as she laughed. "Just look at his balls! I have never seen a pair that shade before. I don't think that sword shall be sheathed in the stone anytime soon."
"Oh yea of little faith, my dear friend," the Queen responded. "Do you care to wager?"
"Well..., only a fool bets with a queen, so let's make it a friendly wa—, hey!" Sweetbriar cried. "What is this now!"
Sweetbriar, along with the rest of the crowd was shocked. Rather than plunge into his long awaited prize, releasing the thousand-year ache from his balls, like everyone expected, Foxweb was surprising everyone. He was on his knees between Windypearl's legs and had not taken her yet. He was gently kissing the Maid of Planting's ankle!
On top of the stone, between her thighs, his eyes were closed. Gently, he kissed Windypearl's left sole, running his tongue up and down her foot as he covered each of her toes with dozens of tickling butterfly kisses. The squeals of the Nymph were deafening as his talented tongue painted her body in pleasure.
Windypearl was gobsmacked. She had fully expected, and hoped actually, to be ravaged but this..., this was truly unexpected. As her gorgeous nude warrior ran loving kisses down her leg and licked and suckled her inner thigh, a flood of her nectar squirted out like a fountain from her pussy. Her c ached for him, and as he began to swirl the tip of his tongue over her red hot clit, while simultaneously stroking her from the inside with his finger, her whole body erupted in a wave of convulsive shudders.
"Oh! Oh Glorious and wonderful Mother Goddess Gaia! Accept this sacrifice!" she screamed as her toes curled and she shook, panted and barked out her orgasm.
"Someone has coached that boy, your Majesty," Sweetbriar said with a laugh. "Now..., I wonder who?" she added as she raised her eyebrow.
"Are you accusing me?" Queen Daisybead replied with a chuckle.
"I knew something was up when you were so quick to wrangle me into a wager. Well, your majesty, you were obviously correct. Today is a momentous day! Your servant is definitely enjoying her turn on the stone of Chaos far more than you or I did."
"She definitely is! Now..., I think the boy has earned his reward, do you not think?" the Queen said.
"Oh yes! Most definitely."
The Queen now locked eyes with Foxweb, who's begging pleading pupils looked to her for permission to continue. When she nodded her approval, he smiled.
Still on his knees between the thighs of the Nymph, he licked his lips as he looked down at the gorgeous, panting and sated body of Windypearl beneath him. He leaned forward to kiss her but was shocked when she violently grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers.
"Take me, Foxweb! Fill my womanhood to the brim with your meat! Fill my wet hold up in total! Slam your cock into me until I bark, bite and spit like a rabid badger!"
Foxweb needed no further sign, and he gripped her ankles and flipped them over his shoulder, plunging his erection deep and hard into her waiting honey cave.
She was so tight! Tighter than he could ever have imagined and his dick felt sensations he did not think possible in this life. She was so warm, sticky, and...., deliciously wet; each inch of his manhood gobbled up into her hungry snatch. The sugary walls of her snatch teased and milked his shaft as he drove into her like a man possessed. After a few pumps, he felt his long denied spooge rise like tree sap in spring. He moaned as he gritted his teeth and willed his sperm back into his balls. This would be a moment he would savor, and he vowed not to shoot until Windypearl collapsed in satisfied utter and complete sated exhaustion. The Queen had commanded it, and he was bound to try and obey. From her reactions, he hoped it would be soon as his grip on control started to weaken.
Windypearl squealed with delight as the first dick ever to enter her womanhood repeatedly slammed into her body. Such joyous emotions burst out of her womb, as Foxweb grunted and sweated, his perspiration dripping onto her heaving giggling breasts as he rammed into her over and over. Finally, after an astonishing twenty minutes, she felt another orgasm bubble up from her spine. Foxweb, dangling on the precipice of his long-awaited relief, clenched his ass and grunted as he valiantly fought to hold back his tide, his toes quivering as everything began to give way. His dam was just breaking when Windypearl screamed, "Now, Queen Daisybead! NOW!" as her toes too began to curl.
At Windypearl's signal, a servant ran forward, the glowing sword of Chronus in her hand, and rushed into the center of the arena.
"All glory and power and honor, forever to the great and powerful Goddess Gai—!"
The servant's words were cut off once the sword of Chronus entered the fissure at the base of the stone. Time paused and everything began to stretch. The air turned thick, like syrup, and the Queen gasped as her eyes focused on the calamity taking place before her. The stone of Chronus, once penetrated by the sword, grew blindingly bright, brighter than a billion suns and a crack formed in the fissure where the sword had penetrated.
The time-space continuum had been severed once more, but this time, permanently.
A swirling and violent wind, stronger than a thousand hurricanes, rushed out of the fissure and, in the blink of an eye, all of Atlantis was sucked into the tiny crack. Paradise was lost..., forever, and as the last of the island disappeared into the glowing fissure, the sea covered the stone, and the sword, leaving it alone at the bottom of the suddenly dead calm sea. There it stays, waiting..., and waiting..., and waiting...