She was the Goddess of Love and Fertility and Controller of the Elements, and her aura permeated every bit of the temple growing stronger as her followers chanted--asking her to appear. The ritual tonight was to thank her and to ask for her continued benevolence towards the group. Something she was glad to do--as long as they treated her child--the planet--and themselves with love and respect.
The room in which the altar stood was, in fact, her private earthly chamber. When the time was right--the moon at its zenith above them--the chanting stopped, the offerings from the crops she protected were made, and the cultists filed out of the room two by two; the last closing and latching the door behind them. No one saw the Goddess but the "sacrifice" at this time, but the others were far from excluded from the ritual as they moved into private chambers located throughout the temple to share in their Goddess's pleasure.
A Goddess who suddenly stood before Luka in a blink of an eye as the latch clicked into place. Bathed in the moonlight streaming in from above, there was no mistaking the curvaceous figure that lay underneath the diaphanous violet gown.
Luka had been sitting there at the altar in the room more than likely flooded with drugs for well over three hours, so when a beautiful woman appeared before him, he stared at her for a good thirty seconds before saying anything.
"Oh, great, I'm having a spiritual vision," he whined, tugging at his chains. "Could you at least be a nice vision and let me the hell out of here?"
Smiling softly, she returned his stare with a mild gaze of her own. The "drugs" he had been exposed to were actually her own essence imbued into the temple and centered in this room. "Pheromones" some called them. "Aphrodisiacs" others claimed. Whatever name they were given, they served their purpose.
Her smile never wavered as she drew closer to him, brushing back a few strands of his hair. She found him to be pleasing to the eye--in every respect. Her followers chose well. "Relax. You will be freed from here once we are through."
"Uh..." Luka reached up to try to push her hand away. Not that she wasn't beautiful, but he wanted a bit more answers before she was suddenly all over him. "Who are you again? And why am I naked?"
Normally, he would find it impossible to move her hand, but she was in a good mood and went along with his current desire.
Standing before him--the moonlight doing nothing to hide the features of her body--she raised one delicate eyebrow in amusement. "You're attached to my altar for this sacred ritual and don't know who I am?" That question alone should answer both of his.
"I'm a journalist and I came here to investigate the supposed cult that operates out of this temple, and I got caught and ended up attached to your altar," Luka explained.
"Though if I had to guess, I'd say you were the so-called goddess."
"So a non-believer is to be the offering?" Others had been converted in the same fashion over the eons, and she had to shake her head in mild amusement at her followers.
Her amusement quickly vanished, however, at his words. "So-called?" She stepped even closer to run a finger across his cheek and down his chest, putting him in direct contact with her passion-inducing aura.
"Hey, don't look at me. Look at your followers, who are apparently too lazy to go through with their own rituals."
Clearly he'd said the wrong thing, and Luka made a face as she stepped towards him with more of that touching of hers. "Hey, hey- I've met one or two people who claimed to be gods before, so you're gonna have to forgive me if I don't feel all-"
"Or, you gave yourself away and that's why you're here. What better offering than a non-believer to convert?"
Her finger paused in the middle of his chest, just above his heart. She could understand his reluctance to believe--so many charlatans did exist in this world, but they were eventually exposed for the frauds they were.
She knew the effect her touch was having on him, but didn't remove her hand. Not yet. "I guess now, you would like me to prove that I am a goddess." As stated before, she's run into this problem in the past.
"Convert? Yeah right, don't get your hopes up too high, Miss."
Luka could feel what she was doing to him, but seemed to believe that by refusing to acknowledge it, he could beat it. He took a few deep breaths and glanced down at her hand, then back up at her.
"Well uh, I'd actually really like you to let me go. I totally would believe you were a goddess that way."
"Sheena will do. It's much easier than my original name." Especially when said in a moment of passion.
There really was no way for him beat the effects of her touch--no matter what he did. But, again, she was willing to go along with his game for now.
"You mean, just snap my fingers and the chains would fall away? How crude." The chains, however, were gone, having disappeared into thin air while they were talking. There was no escape for him, however, since the only door into this area of the temple was locked and barred on the outside and only she could open it.
The room in which the altar stood was, in fact, her private earthly chamber. When the time was right--the moon at its zenith above them--the chanting stopped, the offerings from the crops she protected were made, and the cultists filed out of the room two by two; the last closing and latching the door behind them. No one saw the Goddess but the "sacrifice" at this time, but the others were far from excluded from the ritual as they moved into private chambers located throughout the temple to share in their Goddess's pleasure.
A Goddess who suddenly stood before Luka in a blink of an eye as the latch clicked into place. Bathed in the moonlight streaming in from above, there was no mistaking the curvaceous figure that lay underneath the diaphanous violet gown.
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"Oh, great, I'm having a spiritual vision," he whined, tugging at his chains. "Could you at least be a nice vision and let me the hell out of here?"
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Her smile never wavered as she drew closer to him, brushing back a few strands of his hair. She found him to be pleasing to the eye--in every respect. Her followers chose well. "Relax. You will be freed from here once we are through."
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"Uh..." Luka reached up to try to push her hand away. Not that she wasn't beautiful, but he wanted a bit more answers before she was suddenly all over him. "Who are you again? And why am I naked?"
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Standing before him--the moonlight doing nothing to hide the features of her body--she raised one delicate eyebrow in amusement. "You're attached to my altar for this sacred ritual and don't know who I am?" That question alone should answer both of his.
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"Though if I had to guess, I'd say you were the so-called goddess."
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Her amusement quickly vanished, however, at his words. "So-called?" She stepped even closer to run a finger across his cheek and down his chest, putting him in direct contact with her passion-inducing aura.
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Clearly he'd said the wrong thing, and Luka made a face as she stepped towards him with more of that touching of hers. "Hey, hey- I've met one or two people who claimed to be gods before, so you're gonna have to forgive me if I don't feel all-"
Dizzy. Ugh.
"-all trusting, immediately!"
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Her finger paused in the middle of his chest, just above his heart. She could understand his reluctance to believe--so many charlatans did exist in this world, but they were eventually exposed for the frauds they were.
She knew the effect her touch was having on him, but didn't remove her hand. Not yet. "I guess now, you would like me to prove that I am a goddess." As stated before, she's run into this problem in the past.
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Luka could feel what she was doing to him, but seemed to believe that by refusing to acknowledge it, he could beat it. He took a few deep breaths and glanced down at her hand, then back up at her.
"Well uh, I'd actually really like you to let me go. I totally would believe you were a goddess that way."
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There really was no way for him beat the effects of her touch--no matter what he did. But, again, she was willing to go along with his game for now.
"You mean, just snap my fingers and the chains would fall away? How crude." The chains, however, were gone, having disappeared into thin air while they were talking. There was no escape for him, however, since the only door into this area of the temple was locked and barred on the outside and only she could open it.
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