Temple of the Forbidden Goddess

FOREWORD: I like to write erotica so detailed that it would make the readers feel like they are in bed with my characters. I try to leave less to imagination as I want my readers to hear those moans of pleasure in their heads as they read my stories. This story is a stand alone story, not a direct prequel or sequel to any of my previous works. It describes the birth of Queen Gregoria who is a lead character in one of my other work, "Man without a name." If you enjoy reading this one, then feel free to read "Man without a name."

THE THREE BANNERS

The sky was turning grim and grey with distant thunder and lightning. The three banners flew defiantly against the raging wind as armored spearmen began to assemble behind them. The iron-serpent, wolf and the bleeding lotus had finally come together to demolish the temple. The sound of war drums echoed as troops formed into battle lines. Archers took their positions behind the kneeling spearmen and armored cavalry rode forward to assemble near the flanks.

Temple of the forbidden goddess had no walls to protect it. The outer wall had collapsed many generations ago and was nothing but a pile of fallen rubble. Encircled by this fallen debris, the temple stood as a majestic, stone ruin that was already losing a battle to the growing vegetation. Plants had started to crawl up its towers and trees had broken through concrete, testifying to its timelessness as well as its neglect at the hands of man. Without a fortified wall to protect it, the only barrier that stood between this ruin and the armies of the three banners was deep moat, filled with dark mud.

"Do not go inside the temple, I beg you m'lord," Queen Jondra said to King Gregor, pleading with her green eyes as much as with her words. "All we need to do is burn the place down with that old hag in it. That woman is a witch! She plays mind tricks. If you walk inside that building that woman will possess you and I will lose you forever."

King Gregor, the third of his name looked at his beautiful wife. Her light, chestnut colored hair flew with the wind as she sat on the grey horse, dressed in full battle armor. "M'lady, you have seen me battle against some of the fiercest enemies. I have turned defeats to victories against some of the best generals, leading some of the finest troops. Do you not trust my judgement against an old woman, trapped in an ancient ruin with less than twenty guards?"

"M'lord there is evil in there," Queen Jondra said. "What is to be gained from entering a place that is so cursed?"

"There is gold at the bottom of the pit," the King replied. "For generations, people have thrown their wealth at the feet of the forbidden goddess. A fortune exists down there. It would be a shame to burn all this wealth just because the King was afraid to confront an old hag."

Lord Elric maneuvered his horse so that he was in front of the King. "M'Lord. I request permission to speak to Gregor, my childhood friend and not King Gregor, the ruler of our empire."

"Permission granted." King Gregor looked at Elric. Lord Elric was a broad built man with a well kept beard and long red hair that he would keep loose in the field of battle. Today was no exception and his long hair flew behind him in the wind as he spoke.

"Gregor, you are leading an army. As long as you stay outside that building, you will remain a general. If you cross the moat and enter that building, you will have no army and you will no longer be a general. You will be a lone man stepping into the world of witchcraft and sorcery. You will be up against forces that you do not even understand. Why give up your strength and make yourself so vulnerable? Is the lure of gold so great that it will cause one of the finest tacticians to lose his battlefield wisdom? Are we short on gold and riches?" he said while stabilizing his restless horse.

Gregor looked at his Marshal at arms and his Queen and took a deep breath. "I thank you both for the counsel. Assume positions at your banner and send a message to the High Priestess. I will be entering the temple, unarmed and alone to accept her surrender. If she surrenders peacefully, there will be no need to demolish the structure and the wealth will be transported to the royal treasury. It has been decided now let it be done." Queen Jondra and Lord Elric bowed to the King in obedience, then turned their horses and galloped away towards their respective banners.

Drawbridge was lowered and King Gregor rode across while his armies waited on the other side. The towering ruin seemed so much bigger and dominant than it did from a distance. Slowly King Gregor made his way to the large, heavy wooden door and then descended from his horse. The metal on the door had rusted and as Gregor pushed it open, there was a loud squeak. He then stepped into the unsettling darkness of the main hall and slowly his eyes began to adjust to the dim candle lights. The main hall was a marble floor with erotic carvings on the wall on both sides. Multiple men pleasuring a woman, multiple women pleasuring a man, people having sex in unusual positions decorated the walls in the form of detailed carvings. Dimly lit candles casted elongated shadows that flickered and moved to the flames. As Gregor became accustomed to the dim lighting, his eyes registered the towering statue towards the end of the hall. It was a nude woman wearing a serpent around her neck.

Gregors eyes then focused on the female form kneeling in front of the statue. It was a woman in a meditative pose kneeling on the marble floor with her back towards him. She wore a black top with a backline that was cut so low that half of her back was naked. Her black hair was tied behind her head in a twisting ponytail and Gregor admired the way it fell against her bare back. "I will be with you in a moment," she said and continued humming deep in her meditative trance, leaving the King to admire her from behind.

Finally she stood up holding a candle and turned around to face him. She was a woman with oriental features with tanned skin, dark eye-lashes and a distant, emotionless face. She walked with long, graceful strides, dragging a long dress behind her as she went. Gregor noticed that the dress had slits cut into it and each stride exposed her muscular thighs all the way up to her hips.

"I am here for Ebora Hatoshi, the High Priestess of the temple."

"This is she," the woman said as she reached behind her head to untie her hair. "Who were you expecting to meet? An old hag?" she laughed as the pony tail opened to release waves of dark hair.

"It matters not," Gregor replied admiring her beauty. "You are to be imprisoned and all property in this building is to be seized. You will undergo a trial for witchcraft and ..."

"And I will burn at the stake right? I know that," Ebora replied. "But right now, it is your life that is in danger Gregor, not mine."

Gregor roared, "My life in danger? I have thousands of armed men across this moat!"

"And that is exactly why your life is in danger," Ebora replied calmly. "Elric has been having sex with Jondra ever since you made him impregnate her on your behalf. Now, they are not just sleeping together but also planning to kill you Gregor! There is a rebellion brewing outside and the moment this temple is desecrated, the banners will split. The wolf and the iron-serpent will attack the bleeding lotus. He will butcher you. He has already taken your wife and soon he will take your Kingdom!"

"Oh stop your wickedness! It is all over." Gregor clenched his teeth.

The priestess walked towards him and his eyes drifted downwards exploring her curves. She was wearing a tight, body hugging top that clung to her statuesque figure in the most enticing way. While Ebora was not a young lass, she was one of the best built, older women Gregor had feasted his eyes on. Her body seemed to be built either for worship or raw, animalistic fucking. "She told you that I am an old hag right? Because she did not want us to have this conversation. Do you understand now why they did not want you to walk in here Gregor? Because I will tell you what they have planned for you and you will see them for what they truly are."

Gregor grabbed her by her arm and brought her to himself, "Stop it. Just stop it."

Ebora looked at his powerful hand around her arm and then looked back into his eyes, "I am a seer Gregor. I was abandoned by my family when I was young just because of my visions. I see your past just like I see your future. Remember the day when you asked Elric to impregnate your wife for you. Remember ...

THREE MONTHS AGO

Elric kneeled in front of Gregor as he said, "if you command me as your King, I will not be able to refuse but Jondra is your wife Gregor. She is my queen. I can not bed with my friends wife."

"I can not command you as a King," Gregor reached down, grabbed Elric by his shoulders and pulled him up. "I beg you as your friend to save the Kingdom. I am unable to have a child Elric. If people do not see the heir to the throne sometime soon, the future of the empire will be at stake. Civil war will break out soon as my brothers butcher each other. Each house will try to carve an empire for its own self. Thousands will die. Give Jondra a child Elric. No one will know that the future ruler of our empire has come from you instead of me. Your child will rule the greatest Kingdom ever and Jondra and I will take this secret to the grave."

THE NIGHT THAT NEVER WAS

The corset that she wore attempted to squeeze Jondra's waist to wasp like proportions but Queen Jondra was not a slim woman. She was tall, almost as tall as her husband and an inch taller than Elric. All this time, Elric had imagined his queen to be slightly on the heavier side, not exactly fat but well blossomed. Tonight, he looked at her and saw that there was not an ounce of fat on her body for Jondra was all solid flesh.

All the extra weight that he had attributed to her was in her massive breasts that heaved up and down with her breathing and on her well rounded hips that swayed from side to side as she walked into the bedroom. The corset that she wore had a low cut square neck that covered only the quarters of her massive breasts. The shoulder straps, while intended to hold the dress up in its place, also attempted to contain those globes but i was a losing battle! Those youthful, more than ample breasts acted like they were alive and pushing themselves against the limits of the straps. The queen had let her hair all loose and wavy. While most of her thick, wavy, red hair fell behind her back, some lone strands fell on both sides of her chest leaving Elric to marvel at the sight of her deep cleavage and the way her hair hung down on both sides of it..

"I present to you my wife, Queen Jondra, flag maiden of the wolves, Custodian of the dominions beyond the rocky mountains and mother to the future ruler of our empire," King Gregor said as he took her hand and guided her to Elric who was still recovering from the sudden shock of this woman's unexpected, buxom eroticism.

Elric immediately dropped down to his knees and took his queen's hand. "Forgive me my lady. I consider myself unworthy of such an honor," he said as he brought his face to kiss her hand. The next instant he felt a hand caressing his hair.

"Lord Elric, my husband and I are grateful that you have accepted to father our child. What happens between you and I will remain between you us. Please rise," Jondra said as she stroked his hair assuringly.

Elric rose to his full height and realized that Jondra was an inch taller than him. Her voluptuous breasts appeared as if they were leaping out towards his face, through the low neck of her corset. He looked at Gregor as if to ask, "Are you sure? If I proceed further and you are not sure about this, then this would constitute huge disrespect."

Gregor gave a quick nod and stepped away.

Excitement had taken over both Jondra and Elric as they gazed into each others eyes. Elric now saw Jondra as a woman and not his queen and she could see the lust in his eyes. Moments before, she stood in front of him as his queen but suddenly she felt vulnerable. She felt aroused. He threw his arms around Jondra's waist and buried his face into her deep cleavage. Jondra dropped her head back and jutted her chest forward to give him full access to her heaving chest as he kissed and sucked them. Not far from them both, King Gregor stood against the wall and watched Elric kiss the upper swells of his wife's breasts like a mad man. He saw Jondra struggle in his powerful embrace, only to succumb to the sensations of his niblings until she had melted in his arms. Soon he was kissing her mouth like he wanted to taste the inside of it and Jondra had surrendered to his erotic violations. He was kissing her like she was his woman and he didn't care if she was ever his queen. Gregor's own cock began to rise as he watched Elric overpower his wife in such an erotic way. The thought of his wife being so arousing to another man was exciting and he leaned back against the wall as he witnessed their lust.

Jondra broke away from the kiss and gasped for air. She looked down and realized that their animalistic kissing had caused Elric to stiffen in his pants. The feel of her body against his own, even through the clothing, had caused his hard cock to strain against his trousers. "You are eager," she said as she reached between his legs to feel his erection.

"Yes m'lady," Elric replied.

"Let me see your arousal," she said. Elric loosened the belt and allowed the trousers to slide down his legs until she could see his long hard cock pulsating. "God you are so eager Lord Elric," she said and then reached out to unbutton his shirt. One by one her fingers worked his buttons and finally, she leaned forward into him brushing her tits into his naked chest as she slid the shirt down his shoulders and finally his arms.

"You look lovely my lady," Elric whispered into her ear and she smiled. Then Jondra took a deep breath to enlarge her breasts and then pulled the top down releasing her mounds from their tight confines. Elric marveled at the sight of her massive, pale, white breasts as they leaped out in front of his face like they were alive. Elric attacked them. He went down on her exposed tits like a wild animal attacking his prey with a hunger that could not be suppressed. She squirmed as he took an aroused pink nipple deep in his mouth and then let it go to suck on the other one. Then he kissed and licked the valley between her breasts as he devoured them both like they had been attached for his wild pleasure. As he worshipped Jondra's tits, her breathing got heavier and heavier until she was moaning with pleasure. Elric was going up kissing and licking her neck when he saw King Gregor approach his wife from behind. He had removed his robe and was approaching her naked, his cock erect with arousal.

Jondra was lost in a world of sensations as Elric devoured her breasts. Suddenly she felt another pair of rough, manly hand appear from behind. They traced their way up the fabric of her corset and were soon fondling her tits. The next instant she felt lips and tongue at the back of her neck, kissing and nibbling. "Mmmph ...Gregor?" was all that she would moan while her husband licked and kissed the back of her neck. The intense arousal caused her nipples to harden like pebbles as Gregor lifted the weight of her heaving breasts like he was actually presenting his wife's tits to Eric. Elric complied. He began to suck on Jondra's tits like he had been offered something he had always wanted to taste.

With her husband nibbling the back of her neck and Elric sucking her tits, Jondra found herself torn between two different pleasures. Gregor would roll her nipples between his fingers to make them hard and as soon as he would release them, Elric would take them in his warm; moist mouth. Soon there were four rough hands groping her body while two separate mouths assaulted her. One sucked on her breasts and nipples while the other pleasures her neck and shoulders.

Jondra's sensations got more and more intense until both men were standing up and pressing their bodies against hers in a contest of who she belongs to the most. Sandwiched tightly between two hairy, muscular and sweaty bodies, Jondra attempted to come to terms with her own dirty arousal. All this time she had regarded herself to be a pious woman, loyal to the man that she married. Now she was just a naked whore, sandwiched between two horny men and she was loving the way her smoothness felt against their rough, rugged muscularity.

Then someone just ripped the corset out of the way and she did not care which of the two it was. Gregor pushed her forward into Elric, forcing the two of them to fall onto the bed. Elric fell on his back while Jondra came to settle on top of him, her swaying breasts resting heavily on his chest. "Enough with romancing me. I must take you inside me now Lord Elric," Jondra panted as she straddled him. Elric watched her pendulous round melons sway inches from his face as she positioned herself on top his cock. His hands felt their way up her naked thighs and stabilized her from the waist as she descended down on him, slowly taking his throbbing erection inside her. Her eyes closed and she bit her lips as she allowed the depths of her vigina to adjust to his invading manhood. Standing behind them, King Gregor watched another man's penis slowly disappear into his wife's pleasure hole as she came to rest on him with all her weight.

After that, the fucking began. Jondra would go up and down his shaft, squeezing her pussy muscles around his throbbing manhood. Laying underneath, Elric watched her heaving breasts rise and fall in all their magnificence, as she the tightness of her cunt milked his cock to deeper and deeper levels of pleasure. He gripped her from her waist to control the pace of her ride and also to bring her all the way down onto his cock to fully impale himself into her.

King Gregor watched his wife from behind, while he massaged his own cock in his hands. Slowly, he moved behind her to go inside her unclaimed hole. He placed his hand on her shoulder blade and pushed her forward onto her lover. Then he traced his finger down the crack of her well rounded ass until he found her opening. Slowly her inserted a finger into her butt hole.

Jondra winced in pleasure as she felt her husband's thick finger slide inside her butt. She kept bouncing up and down Elric's cock, while also feeling her rear hole get violated by a thick middle finger. She felt like she was fucking two phalics at the same time, a smaller one in her butt and the larger thicker one in her vagina. She felt like a dirty whore but there was a deeply arousing feeling in that dirtiness that overwhelmed her moral senses. Then she felt her husband hold the curve of her waist as one of his hands came from behind to grasp a bouncing tit.

Gregor removed his finger from her butt and positioned his cock in its place until it was aligned with her tight butt. Then he pushed himself into his wife's forbidden opening, causing her to fall forward onto Elric. She was tight and the tightness resisted his intrusion but his hardened erection forced its way in. Jondra stiffened and squirmed as she felt her butt hole being penetrated from behind. She pressed her heaving tits flatly against Elric's chest as she bit down on his shoulder to suppress her moans. The Gregor slid his manhood out but only to invade her hole once again. With each invading thrust, her tight butt hole adjusted more and more to his girth and soon it was Gregor dictating the pace of the fucking. His cock was slamming into his wife's tight butt hole while his hands gripped her tightly from the curve of her waist and hips. Elric lay underneath watching Jondra's pendulous breasts bounce inches away from his face as she took a vicious pounding from her husband from behind.

As Jondra moved back and forth due to her Gregor's thrusts, her tight and sticky vagina slid back and forth on Elric's thick cock. Four hands explored her naked body as two different cocks violated her insides, one from the front and the other from the rear. Sounds of shameless moans and raw fucking filled the air as the trio pushed itself to deeper and deeper levels of arousal. As the sensations grew out of control, the bed squeaked with their movements and moans of raw arousal turned into screams of orgasmic pleasure.

The pounding became faster, more intense and more animalistic as both invading cocks began to near the limits of their pleasures. Sandwiched between two men, Queen Jondra felt them both explode inside of her in the form of two competing eruptions. Spurts after spurts filled both her holes, as the two men simultaneously tightened their erotic embrace around her naked, quivering body. She tensed with pleasure as waves after waves of orgasmic jolts shook her, causing her to hug Elric flatly pressing her nakedness into him.

Once the never-ending jolts of pleasure had subsided, Gregor rolled over from top of his wife's sweaty body and she dismounted from top of Elric to lay between the two men. As feelings of raw lust abandoned them, feelings of guilt and shame took over and the three of them lay on the same bed questioning their morals.

WAR OF THE BANNERS

It had started to drizzle when the drawbridge was lowered and King Gregor galloped across the moat, back to his troops. Instead of approaching Queen Jondra or Lord Elric, he galloped across their battle formations to approach the commander of his guard, Lance Gollard and said, "Lance, break formation and set camp. Meet me in my tent. Alone."

"Yes your highness!" Lance said as he gulped. Something was not right and he could sense it.

When the sun went down the drizzle had already picked up pace and turned into heavy rain. Banners were brought down and tents were erected as soldiers broke formations to settle into their camps. When Lance appeared in King Gregor's tent, he was surprised to see that the King was still in full battle armor.

"You wished to see me your highness," He said as he stood at the entrance of the tent.

King Gregor walked up to him and spoke while looking into his eyes, "We have been betrayed Lance."

"Betrayed your highness? Betrayed by who?"

"Betrayed by your Queen and by Lord Elric of the Iron Serpent," King Gregor said. "Use the cover of the rain to assemble your archers up on the hill. Position the infantry between the moat and the hill and keep the cavalry at the right flank next to the hilly slope. The ground will be muddy tomorrow and they will get bogged down in the mud. We must attack when the rain stops do you understand me?" King Gregor looked into his eyes.

"You highness, I am not sure I understand ..."

Lance could not finish his sentence when Gregor snapped, "Lance! This invasion was a set-up. After we had demolished the temple, the two banners were planning to come together to assault us, kill me and announce Queen Jondra as the ruler with Lord Elric as her chief advisor. We must finish them both!"

"Yes your highness!" Lance gulped once again and disappeared into the pouring rain.

Commotion hit the ranks as troops that were setting up tents, were all of a sudden seen pulling them back up to march up the slope. Sounds of loud arguments were heard as cavalry formations followed the marching troops. Messengers rode from one formation to the other but no one had any answers.

When Elric and Jondra rode towards King Gregor's tent, King's bodyguards stood in their way blocking their access. "What is the meaning of this?" Queen Jondra asked. "I am your Queen and I demand that you step aside!"

"My lady, we will be forced to kill you if your proceed any further!" Lance Gollard said as he appeared from behind the guards.

"Threaten the Queen and I will cut your head off!" Lord Elric pulled out his blade and all the guards drew their swords.

"Gregor! Come out of the tent and talk to me," Jondra yelled loud. "What is the meaning of this?"

Gregor appeared from inside the tent wearing full battle armor and holding a sword in his hand. He marched forcefully towards them and came to stood between the contingent of his guards and Lance Gollard.

"Gregor. Your troops are taking up positions against us. What is the meaning of this?" Lord Elric yelled at the King without resorting to any formalities.

Lance Gollard pointed his sword towards Lord Elric, "You are addressing your King. Maintain discipline!"

"And you are disrespecting your queen! Put down your sword." Jondra yelled as she rode between Lance and Elric. "Gregor, I told you not to go inside that wretched place. Look what that evil witch has done to you," she said as she attempted to go near her husband but was blocked by the drawn spears of his guards.

Elric rode around and saw that troops were rapidly moving into position, securing all the higher ground. He noticed the ground getting muddy under the hoofs of his horse and realized that a battle is coming and as time goes by he is losing tactical advantage. He rode up to Jondra and said, "My lady, your life is in danger. Follow me if you wish to live." They both turned their horses and rode away.

THE BLOODY DAWN

The sun was about to rise, the rain had been reduced to a mild drizzle and the sky was clearing up. A glaze of pre-dawn orange filled the sky as Lord Elric maneuvered his horse through mud. "Damn this rain! Our horses are unable to charge and some units are standing almost knee deep in the mud," he said to Jondra as they both attempted to maneuver their horses through the muddied ground. "Even if the wolf and the iron serpent come together, we do not have enough men to rout the bleeding lotus."

"I must go to him and convince him that it is black magic," Queen Jondra said as she looked at the battle formations facing each other. "That sorceress has played a mind trick and he is under her spell."

"No Jondra. She has spoken the truth," Lord Elric lowered his head. This was the first time that he had called his queen by her name and it made her turn her head to look at him. "I fell in love with you that night. The priestess has told him that I am deeply in love with you and that is not a lie. No matter what you tell him, he knows that she speaks the truth. Furthermore, you have my child inside of you and he is the future ruler of the Kingdom. Your husband now realizes what he has done. Our lives are now in danger and so is the life of our child."

Jondra's face turned from astonishment to denial as she spoke, "No. Gregor always thinks for the Kingdom before himself. He loves me and he will never put ..."

Elric interrupted, "My lady, he rented your body for the future of his Kingdom. I would sacrifice a million Kingdoms for you if I ever had you. The high-priestess did not tell him anything that he did not know before. He knows that if events are allowed to proceed, then he lost his woman as well as his Kingdom to a man he considers inferior in rank."

Jondra halted her steed and reached out to Elric to touch his shoulder as she spoke, "Elric, look at all these men. They are about to die and ..."

Elric interrupted her again, "My lady, they are already dead. So am I. Once the battle begins, we will not be able to defeat him. I will only be able to hold him long enough for you to escape with your child. My child. You must go through the tunnel in the mountain and ride left from the river. Waste no time."

Mounted on his armored steed, King Gregor looked at the battle formations. His troops occupied the higher ground with archers positioned at the top of the gently rising hills and spearmen positioned at the slopes. His armored cavalry was assembled towards his right while the moat and the temple stood to his left. A few hundred yards down the hill, he could see the other two banners, the wolf and the iron serpent. Armored troops who stood to fight him now looked wet and muddy and he could see that the horses that were assembled to the flank were having a tough time moving through the mud. His eyes wandered all over in search of his wife but Jondra was nowhere to be seen. Then he saw Lord Elric riding up towards him. He rode all the way up the hill and stopped where the battle line began.

"Gregor!" he yelled across the battle formations. "I did what you asked me to do. You begged me as a friend and I listened. Is this how you repay me? Is this how you will repay your wife?"

King Gregor rode out towards him and stopped his horses only a few feet away. "I trusted you and your betrayed me. I promised to raise your child as my own and to make him the most powerful ruler the world has ever seen and look how you disgrace me. My wife is not by my side but by yours. Is this what you call loyalty? Is this what you call friendship?" he said as he clenched his teeth.

"You can not blame me for having feelings for her," he replied.

"I do not. She is a lovely woman who knows how to work her charms," King Gregor raised his chin up to look down at Lord Elric as he spoke. "You could have chosen loyalty to the King over love and you did not. You committed treason and so did she."

Lord Elric looked at the sky and saw that the sun had come up. "Since we will be meeting in battle, I must formally renounce you as my King," he said and then pulled off the bleeding lotus from his chest and threw it at King Gregor's feet. Then with his back towards the King he rode back to his battle formation and yelled, "Spearmen! Advance twenty paces."

The battle had begun.

From the window of the temple's highest tower, High priestess Ebora watched the clash. Arrows flew from the top of the slopes and rained down on the spearmen who stood in their way. The armies that had assembled to desecrate the sacred temple now butchered each other as she stood and watched the miracle unfold before her.

The banner of the wolf was the first to fall. Iron serpent still flew defiantly as the surviving soldiers formed a battle square to present their last stand. With a bloodied sword, Lord Elric turned his steed around amidst a heap of fallen Gregorian troops and looked behind him to see how far Jondra had gone. He could no longer see her horse. Relieved, he took a final breath and charged across the battle lines to clash with the advancing enemy.

The battle was in its final phase when High Priestess walked across the drawbridge, her long black dress gliding behind her with each long step. The two banners had now fallen completely but they had extracted a heavy toll on the Gregorian troops. The battle field was now littered with the dead and the dying. King Gregor rode towards Ebora and halted his steed next to her and said, "You were right. Had it not been for you, I would never have seen the light. My men have killed Elric and now they are chasing after Jondra. Soon her head would be brought to me on a spear."

"The forbidden goddess is real," High Priestess Ebora looked up at him with a look of pride. "The temple still stands as it has stood for centuries. If there was a deity more powerful than the forbidden goddess, then that temple would not be standing!" she said as she turned around to admire the stone structure.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake and grumble. All the soldiers froze in their places as the earth experienced wave like tremors. "Earthquake!" King Gregor yelled as everyone dropped to the ground in order to stabilize themselves while horses began to neigh in panic. All eyes went to the stone temple which had started to sway with vibrations. King Gregor's horse stood up on two and he found himself airborne, falling into the mud. He landed on the shaking ground with a thud and then he saw the temple collapse. Boulders fell on top of boulders as the structure disappeared into a cloud of rising dust.

Jondra was heading for the cave while Gregorian horsemen followed in tight pursuit. She knew that her lover had given his life to save her and the child that she carried. Her only way of escaping was to reach the cave that would lead her into another world. It was an artificial entrance carved through the Koram mountain, allowing two distinct lands to connect. The cave was wide enough for ten horses to pass side by side and long enough for them to take ten minutes to cross through. On the other end lay the river of tears which would lead her to the town called Gorneda. She had barely entered the dark entrance when tremors came. Dust began to fall from the roof of the cave but Jondra did not stop. She continued to ride through the falling debris and the rising dust cloud until she could hear large boulders collapsing behind her. She found herself coughing and gasping for air when she came out on the other end. The horse was scared and she paused to calm him down as she turned around and looked at the cave through which she had emerged. The interior had collapsed and the horsemen that chased after her were nowhere to be seen. She knew that if they were brave enough to follow her through the cave, they were now buried alive.

UNDER THE FULL MOON

It was the dark of the night and the moon was full, when King Gregor arrived at the site of the collapsed temple. The majestic structure was nothing but a debris field, illuminated by candles. Gregor's eyes focused on the familiar female form kneeling in front of a dismembered statue head. It was a woman who sat with her back towards him. The back of her dress was cut low and half of her firm back appeared bare. Her black hair was tied behind her head in a twisting ponytail and Gregor could not help but admire the way it fell against her almost naked back. "I will be with you in a moment," she said and continued humming in her deep, meditative trance.

Finally she stood up holding a candle and turned around to face him. Gregor could not help but admire her detached look, her oriental features and her dark eye-lashes. She walked with long, graceful strides and Gregor admired the way each stride exposed her muscular thighs all the way up to her hips through the dress that had long slits cut into it.

"Your faith is not shattered?" he asked her.

"Shattered? After all that the forbidden goddess gave you?" she replied.

"I never believed in the forbidden goddess."

"The forces that conspired against you have been decimated. If you had not stepped into these premises, this victory would not have happened," she placed the candle among many others and walked towards him.

"I did not believe in your goddess. I believed in you," he said as he admired her form. The black dress that she wore, hugged her figure closely.

"So I am the goddess that you worship?" She asked enticingly.

"Perhaps."

"I can see that you are in need of another queen to warm your bed," she replied. "One who could make your cock rise while you study her beauty."

"Perhaps."

"So do you have your eyes on such a woman?"

"Perhaps."

High Priestess Ebora smiled as she slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let it slide down her stomach until it was lying on the ground around her feet. She stood in front of Gregor like a statue, in all her naked perfection. Her breasts, not large, stood proudly on her chest with erect, dark brown nipples pointing hard..

King Gregor took off his shirt in her honor and threw it away. Totally bare chested, he dropped down to his knee at her feet and embraced one of her naked thighs. Putting both his arms around her toned thigh, he began to kiss and lick it like he was worshipping her physical perfection. Slowly he went up kissing and licking her thigh, until he was kissing the curve of her hip and waist.

Ebora looked down at the single most powerful man in all the known Kingdoms, kneeling in front of her like she was his personal goddess. His hands slid up her thighs and soon he was holding her from her butt as his tongue circled inside her belly button. The High Priestess felt her nipples get hard as he kissed and licked her flat stomach violating her belly button with his tongue.

"You came here to conquer me and look at you now," she grabbed him by his hair and brought his face to her breasts. "Lick them! Suck my nipples to show that you are worthy.." Aroused by her explicit words, Gregor took a hardened nipple in his mouth. "Can you see how hard my nipples are? Suck the other one now. It is feeling like an ignored pebble." Ebora then guided his eager mouth to her other nipple and closed her eyes as he obediently took it in his warm mouth, sucking it like he would bite it off. "Ummm ... you suck my nipples so good. Now you may service me with your tongue. If you want me tonight, you must earn me with your tongue," she said as she raised her left leg to put it across his right shoulder until it was hanging on his back. Then she guided his face into her pleasure spot and King Gregor buried his mouth into her snatch.

She tasted sweet, she tasted salty and she tasted the way pure lust would taste. He violated her folds with his tongue causing her to moan in pleasure. "Yes that's it, that's it," she moaned her approval as she tried to balance herself from falling while clenching his long hair. His tongue went into her clit and then out again until he was devouring her like a mad man. He pussy juiced were all over his mouth and he did not care. "Now you may rise and let me see your desire," she instructed.

King Gregor stood up with a raging erection begging to be released from his pants. He undid his belt and then dropped his trousers. Ebora looked at his pulsating, thick and hard manhood as he stepped out of his trousers. "I can see how badly you desire me," she said as she placed a hand on his chest while stepping closer towards him. "Let me taste my arousal on your mouth."

That was all the encouragement that Gregor needed. He threw his arms around Ebora's naked body and pulled her into him while kissing her deeply in the mouth. Ebora tasted her juices from his lips and then their tongues wrestled inside their mouths while he held her against him tightly, mashing her breasts into his chest. "Have I earned you?" He gasped as he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She looked lovely!

"Perhaps." She said as she looked down at his erect member. "I need to prepare your cock. No man ever enters me until I prepare them first," she whispered and then sank down to her knees. Then she reached between her legs to lubricate her hand from her love juice. Finally she spat on her open palm and then grasped his throbbing manhood. "Mmmm ... you desire me badly," with those words, she took him in her mouth and began to suck him deep and hard, occasionally stopping to massage his erection and then taking him back into the depths of her mouth again.

Lust began to overpower him. "Enough!" he said clenching his teeth as he pulled Ebora up from her arms so that he may kiss her.

"Control yourself." She grabbed him by the hair and pulled them down hard moving his lips away from hers. "This is sacred ground and you are not the King when you step here. You are my devotee, are you not?"

"Yes I am. Your worshipper. Your devotee." He said as he looked deep inside her eyes.

Then she kissed him very slightly on the lips and whispered, "Good. Then sit on that boulder so that I may accept your offering."

Gregor stepped back and sat at the edge of a fallen boulder. Then she walked towards him swaying her hips and then swung a leg around his lap. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed his hardened member and positioned it against her moist opening. Gregor placed his large hands on her ribs to help her as she balanced herself on his erection. Then she placed her hands on his hairy, barrel like chest as she descended down onto his throbbing shaft.

"I take you inside my temple," she moaned as she slid down on his cock. He felt himself being swallowed into her tightness as his hands slid down her ribs to settle on the narrowing curve of her waist. She pinched both his nipples as she rose up an inch only to force herself down onto his erection. The tightness of her vagina strangled his cock as she took him all the way in slowly, allowing her muscles to adjust to his dimensions.

Soon Ebora the high priestess was riding King Gregor, balls deep, as he leaned back on the boulder to buck his hips up and meet her downward thrusts. He watched her ride him like a possessed woman, moaning and gyrating her hips down onto his cock like he was a wild stallion and she had to tame him. His hands felt her flat stomach and then moved up to cup her firm breasts while she rode away, her dark hair bouncing all over her face as she fucked.

The expression of lust and distortion of his face indicated that a powerful orgasm was beginning to build deep inside his cock. She continued to milk his throbbing erection with her tightness as she brought him closer and closer to the climax. Swept by sudden lust, Gregor threw his arms around Ebora's waist while bringing his face into her breasts. With Ebora hugged tightly against his body, he rose up from the boulder, his cock still impaled in the high priestess.

Fearing that she would fall off of him, Ebora embraced him from around the neck, tightly pressing her nakedness against him as she stabilized herself by straddling him around the hips. He dropped to his knees with his cock still impaled inside her and then laid his mistress gently on the dust. Assuming full control of the fucking, he then pushed his raging hardness into her as if tables were turned and he was in charge. His balls slapped against her ass as he pounded into her with a vengeance

Every stroke brought Ebora closer and closer to the edge of no return and then she found herself get tense under a spasm of pure pleasure. Shock waves of womanly bliss twisted and contorted her naked body as she came again and again while Gregor continued to pound into her depths bringing himself closer to his own orgasm. Finally the lust that he was building became too powerful to be controlled any further and he erupted inside her like a volcano. She pulled him down into herself as they lay on the ground, convulsing together in shock waves of intense pleasure while the full moon looked down on them.

GREGORIA

She had her mother's features but if you looked closely, you may be able to see her father in her. Jondra walked around holding her closely to her bosom, as tears rolled down her cheeks. She wondered if those were tears of sorrow or joy and could not make up her mind. Finally, she gave up the effort and just surrendered to the tears, allowing them to roll down her cheeks.

"My lady, should we tell her who her real father was?" a voice from behind startled her. Lizba was the maid who raised Jondra ever since her biological mother passed away. If there was a mother that Jondra knew, it was Lizba. Now that Jondra was in her fortified home city of Nigoro, she felt at home. There could not be a more reassuring presence by her side than Lizba. "Alliance of the wolf and the bleeding lotus will break now and the world must know the man through whom you got this child."

Jondra sat in silence and then finally spoke,"Gregoria. Her name will be Gregoria and in the eyes of the world, she must remain the daughter of King Gregor. He can not come out and tell the world that he rented his wife to a man that he would kill so that he may have an heir to his throne. He will protect his character. As long as he continues to protect this dark secret, the future of his empire is feeding on my breast." She took a nipple and gave it into the babies mouth.