The Saga of Tallia the Unwilling Ch. 12

Liandra approached the blushing, nervous old innkeeper and was then escorted to the baths.

"I still am completely at a loss on whether this whole Aphrodisia thing is a religion or one woman's descent into depraved madness," said Mela.

"If you believe her stories, somewhere on a distant island there is an entire temple full of Liandras," said Tallia with a laugh.

"That, I refuse to believe," said Melaerryn, "We have discovered something utterly unique in this love priest."

"Well," said the Amazon finishing her cup of tea, "do you want to keep Hilarius and his prostitute waiting?"

"Where you go, my goddess, I follow," said Mela trying to sound confident but only managing to truly underscore how nervous and uncertain she really was about all of this.

They went up stairs together, arm in arm. As they entered the room, Tallia blinked. For a moment, she didn't even recognized the cute little buxom red-head lying naked on the silk sheets. The red-head rose and thus revealed, that no -- she wasn't entirely naked. She wore a cute set of blue sidhe-silk panties, but nothing else. She was lean but curvy. She had a remarkable rack as well, large but firm, adorned with both a scattering of freckles and two pink perky nipples. And her bottom, it was a thing of beauty. Wait, Tallia recognized that butt. She had spent a lot of time contemplating that butt.

"Hilarius?" she whispered.

"Hilaria," corrected the wicked, little rogue. "Liandra worked some magic."

"She did indeed," said the Amazon, appraising her handiwork appreciatively.

"It only lasts till dawn," said Hilaria as she beckoned Tallia to her bed, "so best to take advantage now."

Tallia quickly disrobed and then retrieved the rod of life. Soon she sported only a grinning smile and a rock hard magic strap-on. She turned to Mela.

"Strip. And watch. No touching yourself, either," said the Amazon forcefully. The sidhe melted before her sexual commandments.

Tallia then came to the bed and seized her lover Hilaria. They kissed and then Tallia resolved she wished to taste this new-made pussy. She luxuriated in the rogue's supple folds. She sampled her musky wine and nibbled upon her clit. She did not relent until Hilaria was spasming and begging for mercy.

The sidhe, watched eagerly, drowning her silk seat cushion in liquid desire but unable to move or find relief by her goddess' command. It was divine, delightful suffering that manifested as a continuous song of whimpering want from Mela.

Tallia then got straight away to the fucking. She slid, with a pleasurable grunt, inside her lover. "Gods on high and in hell, Hilaria, you are tight."

Hilaria clamped down on Tallia's magical cock with her equally magic-made cunt. "You know, technically I'm a virgin once more. Claim me, my prince."

Tallia obliged. And by obliged, she rammed the shit out of Hilaria. This was primal, pure sex. Tallia didn't have to cum. The magic of the rod and her own Amazonian endurance gave her inhuman control. She had only one goal -- how many times could she make Hilaria orgasm. The answer proved to be numerous.

At last, she filled Hilarius with glowing cum. Hilarius' eyes rolled back in her head and she shivered with intense full-body pleasure. But the Amazon allowed scant respite. Tallia flipped Hilaria over as easily as you might lift a bottle of beer and slammed into her well lubricated ass.

This went on for a while. Various positions. Various holes. Various speeds and intensity. And Mela could only watch. The sidhe sorceress was vibrating with want. She was rubbing her pussy against her pillow but still could not quite find release. Tallia finally decided it was time to include her in the play.

"I think I need a new toy," said Tallia with a lusty growl. "Attend me, elf."

Mela approached when she was bidden and the Amazon seized her. They kissed with raw and fiery intensity. Tallia then proceeded to fuck Mela and she did so on top of Hilaria. Sometimes the pair were fucked face to face -- breasts pushed together. Sometimes Mela was on Hilaria's back -- ass pressed against ass. There were more combinations. Honestly to describe them all, one would truly need illustrations.

At last, Tallia allowed herself a second release. This went into Mela. The Amazon wanted both of her lovers to be leaking her magic violet cum and this was soon enough accomplished.

Then it was the Amazon's turn to take a break. She arose, poured herself a great goblet of fine stolen brandy-wine and set upon a cushioned chair some distance from the bed. "You two," she commanded, "entertain me."

What a show they put on. It was a lesbian festival of lust. Mouths found every hole. Not an inch of flesh was left unlicked. They pleasured each other separately and mutually and together. They masturbated, staring into each's others wanton eyes. They switched and played with each other's pussy. Mouths and fingers, tongues and lips -- every tool at their disposal was employed to find their mutual pleasure.

But of course, this display wasn't really for the lovers own benefit. No -- they well understood their mission. They had to please her. Their Amazonian goddess sipped her brandy-wine and watched their lustful exertions with a discerning eye. Tallia never touched her own sex during all of this. She instead just watched and that was enough.

Finally, it was enough. By this time, all involved parties had been sexually satisfied time and time again. Tallia had relented from merely watching and all three of them were naked together upon the bed. They were a pile of tangled limbs and eager hands and giggling mouths and sweaty skin.

Tallia gave Mela and Hilaria both great, final kisses.

"Gods, that was good," she breathed.

"So did you enjoy getting to meet Hilaria?" asked the mischievous rogue.

"That's the stupidest question you've ever asked me, my love," she said with a smile. "Of course, a thousand times yes."

"You make this wicked thief very happy, my love. You know, if you but ask, Liandra has said the transformation can be made permanent if it is my heart's desire. We could wander the world -- a pair of badass lesbians fighting for justice, solving crimes. We could wear really tight clothing too! You could wear lots of stripes and stars!"

"That is completely ridiculous, Hi," said the Amazon, with a chuckle.

"All joking aside, I guess what I am asking is -- would you prefer having a real girlfriend?"

"I already do," said the Amazon, her eyes full of love. "I have learned an important lesson from old, dead, wicked Arion. When we force our will upon others, we do only evil. Hi, what you decide to be -- male or female or even both, I'll love you just the same."

"That's sweet," she said.

"But if I get a vote, I do love that cock of yours," said Tallia with a wicked smile.

"Yeah? Okay, Hilarius is back with the dawn."

Tallia kissed the rogue gently. And for a time they napped and rested, but then the Amazon awakened at last renewed. Her eyes, molten emerald, burned with new lusts. "Mela," she growled, "awaken and put on the rod of life! Now, spread your legs, my dear Hilaria. I do love watching my girlfriends fuck each other..."

The games continued.

***

Zara sat alone in the dining room as Liandra finally emerged from the baths and brought a tea set to the table. She began to pour two cups of the steaming liquid without saying a word. Zara was surprised how used to having a sky-clad priestess around she had become.

"How are you, dear Zara?" asked Liandra.

"Not bad, all things considered. No one's threatened my life all day," Zara replied.

"It's been almost two weeks since we left the fortress. Have any memories come back?" inquired the priestess.

"No... Not a thing. Not a shred. Not a whisper. I'm fairly sure my past is simply gone forever," she said with a sigh.

"I doubt that," said Liandra with a smile. "The gods rarely let us escape our past that easily. Still, give it time. Even if your past has abandoned you, you're already creating a new family, a new future for yourself with us."

"Maybe. I don't know, Liandra. I feel at best grudgingly tolerated. I should go. Take a little of the treasure and start out on my own. I could find... wherever I came from. Maybe there, I can find some clue as to whom I really am."

"By yourself?" said the concerned priestess, "That's a terrible plan, Zara! Trust me. I know. I traveled alone for a long time and it was one of the most terrifying times of my life. Even as Liander, there were many times I went to sleep and wondered if I would wake up with my throat cut or sold into slavery. If I hadn't had the divine protection of the Lord and Lady of Love, I would have never survived."

"You're probably right. I guess I'm stuck," said Zara with a sigh.

"You are not stuck. Tallia has already said we are heading to Yaath'Xin. That's one of the largest port cities in the entire world. People come there from all over. If there was ever a good place to find people who might know of your homeland, it's there!"

Zara actually perked up at that. "You're right. Liandra, that's brilliant!"

The priestess smiled. "Also if your feeling lonely, we could have sex. You're very pretty you know."

Zara blushed a little at that offer. "I... I don't think so. You're very beautiful as well, of course, and I'm flattered by the offer. But I'm not like the rest of you. I'm not... I just don't think I'm that open. Anyways, the main image in my mind is a memory of a man. I think... I think I was once married. I might still be."

"You're afraid you'll break his heart?" Liandra asked.

"I'm afraid that if I start up something new, that it will make going back home all the harder."

"I understand. But you needn't worry about that. I'm already in a relationship too."

"With Tallia?" asked Zara.

"Tallia? No. She's simply destined to be the father of my holy child. No, I'm the bride of the Lord and Lady of Love. I was going to summon my god tonight and speak with them. Hey, I have a good idea! When I talk to my god, would you like if I asked them about your home? You could speak with them too if you like!"

"You're serious? You can fall forth a god?" stammered Zara uncertain what to make of this.

"Yes. But to do it, we'll need a fire and to eat the flesh of the god and to engage in the physical act of love -- though this need not be sex. Even a kiss could suffice. Whatever you're comfortable with really."

"And this could show me my home?"

"Maybe. The fire once showed me where to find Arion Three-Eyes when he was hidden half a world away from me. There is wisdom in the flame, Zara," said Liandra with a knowing smile.

"I... I don't know what to say to this," said Zara nervously.

"Say yes," said Liandra simply.

"Yes, then," said Zara unsure exactly what she was agreeing to.

"Great! After dinner, at dusk, we'll begin the ritual. Now, I'm going to sing the Sixteen Psalms in Praise of Sexuality."

And Liandra began singing and dancing naked about the main room of the inn as both Zara and the Innkeeper watched uncertainly, unsure what to make of the mad priestess.

***

At dinner the entire band again reconvened. By this time most of them were more than a little frazzled and a bit worn from the pleasurable rigors of the sacred Aphrodisia. Liandra had been dancing or singing or both for hours. Zara had been unable to escape said performance, also for hours. And Tallia, Hilaria (who was still female) and Melaerryn had been engaged in some form of sexual congress for the entire afternoon. Those three redressed and came downstairs to refuel, intent on getting back at it after dinner.

The innkeeper, having been well-paid, brought forth the evening's feast. This time they were served roasted whole duck, steamed greens with ginger, buns stuffed with river prawns, noodles in a pork broth and finally something called dragon's eyes in a cold sweet soup served with lotus seeds. The dragon's eyes turned out to be delicious little fruits, sweet as lychee and utterly unfamiliar to all these wanderers.

They enjoyed the repast mightily. The innkeeper for his part finished the service, brought out yet more tea and then turned in early along with his family. He only took a moment to beg Tallia to please not damage the place too much tonight. Tallia slipped him, quietly while Hilaria was not looking, an ingot of silver. This seemed to greatly assuage any of the innkeeper's fears or at least convinced him that he could now afford whatever repairs were going to be necessary.

The result of all this was that soon the five were alone in "The House of the Smiling Monsu". Liandra had kept to her promise and remained utterly sky-clad all day. She also had yet another announcement.

"I will, in the room upstairs, soon be building a sacred flame in a brazier and summoning forth the Lord and Lady of Love to our plane of existence. Zara and I will be calling the divinity to us with a physical act of love."

"I was told a kiss would suffice," said Zara quickly.

"Kissing will indeed suffice," said the priestess.

"You," said Mela suspiciously, "are going to summon a god... here?"

"No," said Liandra, "not here. Upstairs."

"Do you mind if we continue to use the bed?" asked Tallia. Mela was still surprised at how casually the Amazon seemed to take Liandra's various announcements.

"Not at all," said the priestess.

"And if we fuck on the bed during the summoning?" asked Hilaria.

"Any acts of physical love are welcome and sacred during the Aphrodisia," said the priestess firmly.

"Great," said Tallia. "Try not to stick your hands in the fire this time."

Liandra nodded at that request. It had really hurt. "I would also like to offer each of you the chance to merge with the infinite through the consuming of the flesh of the gods."

And with that, she brought out the drugs. Mela examined them closely. "Those are some variety of dried hallucinogenic mushrooms."

"Yep," whispered Hilaria, "and really good ones too. We took them before and used them to conjure a ghost and that's how we learned how to sneak into the wizard's fortress."

They all decided, what the hell, and took the flesh of the gods. Even Zara.

And what then did they see in the fire's depths as mad Liandra sang her god into the world? Did they truly see divinity made manifest? Were they visited by an avatar of love itself who whispered to them vague signs of the future? Did Zara hold the burning embers in her hand and hear it whisper tales of her lost past and her dangerous future? Who can say? All of five of them were high as fuck after all.

What is certain is that they spent the night lost in love and it's mad revelations. Liandra became convinced then that, far from nearly missing the sacred Aphrodisia, this had been the best and most sacred of those ceremonies she had ever attended

"Guys, we've got to do this again next year!" proclaimed a still very high Liandra.

Tallia paused and contemplated this just as Hilaria was shooting magic violet cum into the Amazon's well-worked pussy once more.

"Sure."

***

After the glorious orgy of excess that was the sacred Aphrodisia, once again no one rose the next day before noon. Mercifully, Liandra did not repeat the Song in Praise of Dawn and let everyone sleep in. The company was relieved to learn that particular ritual needed only be observed annually.

Tallia rose first as was her habit and got dressed before wandering downward to have some morning tea. She paid to have a hot bath drawn and enjoyed soaking by herself in the warm, scented water though she had to admit, she preferred the hot springs at Zhang Zhen.

After the bath, she ate a quick lunch and before she was even finished had been joined by Hilarius who, inexplicably looked clean, well-rested and even chipper. Soon after that the whole crew assembled once more in the dining area.

"You look like a woman with a plan," said Hilarius, as they finished lunch.

"I'm bound for the docks to book passage to Yaath'Xin today. Care to join me?" asked the Amazon.

"Certainly. So, at last, we're going home?" asked Hilarius.

"No," said Tallia firmly. "That damned devil-city is no longer my home, my love. My home is where my friends are. My home is where all of you are." And she warmly embraced them all in one grand and expansive hug.

***

A hooded figure entered the vast vaulted marble chamber slowly and reverently. She approached the throne of her queen and bowed.

"Is it true?" said the armored figure upon the throne. "Has the Sword of Celaeno been found?"

"I have read the signs and there can be no doubt. The last of the rune blades has been claimed. Celaeno again walks our world, my queen."

"At last! At last the time has come. We must gather..."

"There is a complication though, my queen," spoke the hooded figure.

"Yes?"

"The blade has been claimed..." she paused uncertain if she truly wanted to say this, but how could she not? The undying queen must know. "...it has been claimed by a man."

"What?" the armored figure rose from her throne. "How can this be?"

"The signs are unmistakable, Daughter of Heaven."

She paused deep in thought and then rose from her throne. The undying queen cried aloud, with such intensity it near shook the halls of marble, "Abomination!"

Thus concludes the first book of twelve scrolls in the Saga of Tallia the Unwilling. Tell me truly, didst I lead you astray when I declared this a most grand and entertaining tale? Verily, I say thee, nay.

But know also that this is not the last we shall hear of Tallia and Hilarius and their many and varied other companions. No indeed. For, lo, the action continues unabated in the second epic 'Tallia and the Court of Nine Dragons' in which we finally journey to the corrupt and decadent city of Yaath'Xin and in which Tallia at last learns the true nature of her transformation.

But that is a tale for another day, my most good and faithful readers. Thus spake Thutmose-Neferkare, royal scribe, chief librarian and high priest of the divine Ra.

A Note From the Author:

So that's Book One all done. I hope you enjoyed this story. Tallia and Hilarius are going to take a little break while I finish up the second book (which is already completely outlined and deep into writing).

And that needn't be the end. If all of this is well received, I have a lot more planned. I would love to have Tallia travel the world. I would love to tell you of her journey back to Liandra's temple, of how she crossed the burning wastes, of the first war she fought in, of the land beyond the north wind and perhaps even how Tallia eventually did find a place to call her home. But those are tales for another day.

Also I have been, for the last few months, working on a second project, unrelated to Tallia concerning a tale of lust and intrigue set in the Eighties in a world where the Roman Empire never fell. Expect to see that next, though exactly when -- I'm not sure.

Regardless thanks for reading and I hope you had a good time. In the end, it's all meant to be in fun. And don't take dear T-N too seriously. He is just an old blowhard long out of his depth and long out of his time. But then, soon enough, aren't we all?

-- PJ

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-- Marcus Tullius Cicero