The Book of Lust 01

"Darius..." Her voice was a beckoning whisper, ensnaring my mind and drawing me closer still. "Take me..."

I grunted as my hands wrapped around her waist and threw her to the bed. She fell back gracefully, bouncing lightly in the sheets and then wriggling her hips. In several deft movements, the cloth wrapped around her body was shed and her lush, lithe physique was laid bare for my feasting eyes. Her tits were full mounds with little brown nipples at the tip, puckered and begging for my mouth. Her smooth stomach was etched with just the hint of strength and her smooth pussy was glistening with readiness.

I was barely thinking at this point, my hands tugging at my belt and tearing my pants down my legs. I kicked and heard the gentle clink of the buckle striking the stone floor. My cock sprang free, throbbing with unnatural lust and aching need.

"Very good..." the woman murmured, her eyes flickering to admire my rock-hard length, and her voice slid into my mind and resonated with power. "Now..."

Before she could finish the instructions, I covered her body with mine and thrust inside of her.

Fuckkk...

It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Her rising hips met mine as I bottomed out in a single thrust, her hot, needy tunnel fitting snugly around me. A perfect fit. Her inner heat warmed my entire body, and I could feel the flush breaking out over my skin as I pulled back and drove forward a second time.

"Yesss..." Her voice was in my ear, her lips on my jaw and throat and mouth. I lowered my head and kissed her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and she bucked up against me with ecstasy.

My lips trailed to the hollow of her throat and then to her tits, my mouth covering each nipple in turn as my tongue lashed the tiny bud of arousal. Her skin was feverishly hot, and for an instant I wondered what was going on. Then, her inner muscles clenched around my thrusting length and my mind whipped onwards.

I pulled back onto my knees, my strong hands pulling her hips into mine as I plunged over and over into her core. Her body was moving smoothly beneath mine, expertly driving each of us onward until I felt almost drunk on the sensations coursing through me.

"So close..." she moaned, her parted lips so irresistible that I covered them with mine and pressed her into the mattress.

I could feel my release rising, my core tight and ready to unload. Beneath me, her volcanically hot skin was actually growing hotter, searing into me and boiling my blood.

Both of our eyes flew open as the pleasure crested and crashed around us, our faces mere inches apart, as I buried my cock to the hilt in her body and unleashed my load, heedless to the fact that I had never done anything so wanton in my life.

Her body bucked and writhed as she cried out softly, even that sound erotic and resonant.

I merely grunted, my body almost out of my control as jet after jet of my essence painted her inner walls with my seed. As my trembling muscles slowly tried to relax, the strange woman let her fingers trail down my back and rest on my hip.

In a single movement, she twisted and flipped me onto my back, my body somehow drained beyond resistance. Suddenly too weak to do more than struggle to keep my eyes open, I stared up blearily into her face as she sat astride me.

"Thank you..." she whispered, her mouth lush and beckoning. Then, her eyes flashed with power and for the second time I felt my body falling down, down, down into unconsciousness.

***

My body ached when I woke, my head throbbing and my muscles abnormally heavy and fatigued.

The woman who I'd just fucked was laying on her side next to me in the bed, the red cloth coverings once again artfully wrapped around her fantastic body. She was watching me through half-closed lids and raised herself up on one elbow as I blinked and sucked in a surprised breath.

"What...?" I groaned, but her finger reached out to rest on my lips, forestalling my attempts to speak.

"Hush..." she murmured. "You have done well, Darius Price." Her skin was no longer burning hot, and the cool sensation was pleasant on my skin as she placed her palm on my forehead. "I will explain what has happened. Is that acceptable?"

I nodded, slowly. As I listened to it now, no longer blinded by whatever insanity had come over me, I realized that though she spoke English perfectly her voice had a strange cadence to it. It was as if she was translating from a completely alien dialect as she spoke, and the rhythm of that other language was infusing every word.

"My name is Kedesh," the woman told me, and her voice no longer had the eerie after-echo of resonating power. Instead, her deep eyes fluttered sheepishly down, and she sounded a little bit embarrassed. "I am grateful for your cooperation in waking me from my long sleep."

I blinked. What the hell was going on? "Umm... You're welcome," I managed to moan, raising my own hand to my forehead as it throbbed. "But what did I do, again?"

Kedesh's eyes flickered with humor, and the smile that curved her lips was both warm and teasing. "Don't you remember?" she murmured. "I certainly hope it was as good for you as it was for me."

I actually blushed, my stomach suddenly flip flopping as I recalled our incredibly unexpected and satisfying sex.

As I started to try and stammer another question, she shook her head and flicked her long, dark hair back over her bare shoulders. "You do not realize it, but that was exactly what I needed. If you will be silent just a moment, I will go on."

So, instead of making a fool of myself by trying to speak, I took a deep breath and listened to the most insane story I'd ever heard.

"I am what you would call a goddess," the woman told me, her voice slow and steady. "An immortal being whose purpose is to embody a certain set of values or ideals. As I have told you, my name is Kedesh, and I was once worshipped by the ones who lived in the land of Kemet, those who your people know as the Egyptians..." She paused here for a moment and a rueful smile broke through the thoughtful expression that had arisen. "Or, I suppose, the ancient Egyptians."

I shifted uncomfortably. Is this woman trying to tell me she's a 5,000-year-old deity...?

Ignoring my expression, Kedesh forged on. "In those times, I was the goddess of sacred ecstasy and secret pleasures, a wife to two husbands, and an influencer in the world's preeminent human civilization."

"Alright..." I muttered, my throat was dry, but I couldn't hold myself back. "You realize how insane you sound, right? I mean, there's no way in hell—"

Kedesh met my eyes, and for a split second my body was on fire. Not with heat, but with lust. It filled every part of my being, a yearning so complete that when it disappeared I slumped back into the pillows feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. It was like all the longings and fantasies I'd ever had about women had been run through my body at once and then multiplied, my every muscle begging to touch, to hold, to feel, to release.

"Holy shit..." I gasped, my mouth falling open as I struggled to breathe. "What the hell did you just do to me?"

The gorgeous woman smirked. "My powers are long-weakened, Darius Price, but I still have dominion over the appetites and urges of your kind."

I swallowed. This could not be happening... But at the same time, something powerful had just happened to me. "So, you're telling me," I finally asked, "that all the gods — Ra, Horus, Osiris, Set, Amun... They're all alive and wandering around?"

Kedesh shook her head, her hair tumbling over her slim shoulders, and a look crossed her face. I couldn't tell if it was sadness or relief, but it was gone by the time I'd blinked. "The old gods are gone or asleep," she murmured. "But now I have the chance to rise again. Not to rule, as we once did, but to live. To do as I wish and to enjoy the world without the burden of responsibility that once controlled me."

I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck and letting out a sigh. "So why did you have to fuck me into unconsciousness to do all that?"

The woman's smile was positively brilliant. "Do you mean to tell me you did not enjoy our coupling?" she teased.

I sighed and glanced away. "Sure... But it was still fucking weird."

Kedesh let out a little sigh and when I glanced her way she had that hint of embarrassment again. The look was out of place on her sculpted features. "I was asleep for so long that I needed an emergency influx of energy. You were the nearest available source of life essence, and I took what I needed."

I felt suddenly quite uncomfortable. "By which you mean...?"

"Your seed, yes."

I nodded, as though it were quite natural. Of course, Darius. You stumbled into a hidden sex temple in a secret Egyptian tomb and happened to find a sleeping pleasure goddess who needed a shot of your cum to use like a 5-Hour Energy.

"Did I just hit my head when I fell on the stairs earlier?" I asked. "Am I hallucinating?"

Kedesh sat up with me, her hair trailing over her shoulders, and reached out.

I couldn't help but flinch, slightly, but I let her hands rest on my chest. I realized, all of a sudden, that at some point I had lost my shirt. I had no idea when that had happened.

"Feel this..." Kedesh told me, her slim fingers tracing circles on my skin. "I am as real as you are."

And, somehow, I knew she was telling the truth.

***

"What do you do, Darius Price?" Kedesh was sitting on the end of the bed, her copper arms curled around her knees, staring at me intently with her deep, dark eyes. I still wasn't quite sure what was happening, but I knew that the only way to understand was to accept it and keep on going.

"I'm an Egyptologist," I answered, letting the blankets drop to my lap and revealing my bare torso. I leaned back against the smooth stone headboard. "I study the people who used to worship you and try to understand their story."

Her eyes glittered at a joke I must have missed. "But what to you do?" Now that she was more awake and in control of herself, her voice had lost some of the eerie echo. And, as she spoke and listened to me, I could have sworn that she was learning my language patterns because the strange rhythm was slowly drifting out of her intonation.

I shrugged. "I read a lot. Books, old ones. I talk to people. I go out and try to find things."

The woman's eyes had that appraising look again. "And who are you?"

I paused at that, because it wasn't an ordinary question.

Kedesh eyed me patiently, and I wondered what was in all this for her. Why did she care about me in the slightest?

Then, for some reason, I gave her the answer I never gave anyone. "I'm an adventurer," my tone was sure and steady, and without looking down I rubbed my inner forearm where my small tattoo of the word 'Jones!' had often kept me connected with my fictional hero. "I'm an explorer. I find secrets the world has forgotten and bring them back into the light."

Kedesh nodded, and for some reason I understood that this was the answer she'd been fishing for. "Good," she told me. "You are the perfect champion..."

Wait.... What? "What does that mean?" I demanded.

Kedesh gazed calmly at me. "You woke me. Your energy is fused with mine. You are the mortal champion of my will."

I narrowed my eyes. "I never agreed to that. When did that happen?"

The strange woman gave me a look that implied the answer was obvious. "When you touched my lion and woke me. When you made the choice to spill your seed inside of me. When you decided to trust the word of a strange woman in a hidden temple over decades of conditioning that would have you believe that I must be quite mad."

I frowned. "How do you know what I've decided?" I don't even know whether I believe this or not.

Kedesh nodded at my chest, her eyes flickering to something. "It's plain on your skin. The magic only selects those who make the choice."

I glanced down, and nearly jumped out of my skin. There, right above my heart like it had been there for years, was a black ink tattoo of a roaring lion. I looked back up, eyes wide, and Kedesh unwrapped her arms from around her shins.

"You have been marked with my image," she told me. "And I have been marked with yours." She held out her inner arm, and I saw a word tattooed across her smooth, tanned skin. Glancing at my own arm, I saw that my ink was gone, the skin smooth and unblemished as though it had never been touched.

"My tattoo..." I muttered, dumbfounded. "It's gone."

Kedesh nodded solemnly. "And now we are unbreakably connected."

I shook my head. I wanted to say that this wasn't happening, but the evidence was right there in front of my eyes. I remembered the searing pain that had hit me when I touched the lion... Was that our souls bonding, or some crazy shit?

"Reach under my pillow," the goddess ordered. "Take out what you find."

Still in a daze, I obeyed, leaning back and reaching under the fluffy white pillow to find something hard-edged and rectangular. Pulling my hand back, I saw that I held a book the size of an airport paperback with leather bindings and Egyptian hieroglyphs etched in gold on the cover.

Turning back to Kedesh, I placed the book in her outstretched palm.

"This," Kedesh told me, holding the book gingerly at her fingertips, "is the Book of Lust. I'm sure you know the Book of the Dead — a book intended to help mortal souls navigate the afterlife — and this is not much different. Instead of death, however, my little book allows my champion to navigate the lust of mortal women — to control their desires, their excitement, their longing..." Her dark eyes glanced up to meet mine. "It is how you will extend my power out into the world. Are you up for the challenge?"

My head was spinning, so many objections swirling through my head. Instead of voicing any of them, however, I nodded dumbly.

"Good." Kedesh unfolded her legs and stood, dusting off her hands like she was finished with a good day's work. She bent forward and kissed me swiftly on the cheek. "I sense that you already have a bit of work to do, my champion," she murmured as she stepped back. "And I have some errands to run. I will meet you in three days in al-Qahirah. Do not keep your goddess waiting."

Turning on her heel, she strode several steps and then, between one step and another, disappeared. Honestly, I wasn't even surprised.

Al-Qahirah... I thought, sighing and staring at the book in my hands. The ancient Egyptian name for Cairo.

That was where Marisha and I had been staying, and suddenly I realized what Kedesh had meant when she said that I already had work to do. A slight smile curled across my mouth, and I wondered whether I might not enjoy this supernatural change of occupation.

***

I stepped out of the hidden door and closed it behind me. Standing back, I looked carefully at the seam and was confident that if I didn't mention it, no one would think to look at it twice.

Good, I thought. This will be my little secret.

Then, I turned deeper into the tunnel and raised my voice, striding swiftly after my sexy, stuck-up bitch of a partner. "Marisha!" I called, breaking into a jog, the Book of Lust gripped tightly in one hand. "You won't believe what I've found! I have something for you to read!"

***

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