From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Bull God (MF, myth)
Date: 4 Nov 1996 19:29:52 GMT

			     The Bull God

	The Bull God entered the chamber, his huge shadow playing
about the room from the torch in the corridor behind him. Having
stooped slightly to get his great bulk through the door, he stood and
swung the massive oaken structure closed, momentarily silhouetting his
horned head against the leaden orangish glow. The tigress was on a
vast raised dais in the middle of the room. The platform was strewn
with pillows large and small, and with assorted silk, satin, canvas,
and fur bed coverings. In the midst of this diffused shadowland on the
dais lay the tigress she-witch he had chosen from the harem.

	She was moaning softly and writhing slowly as if the burning
in her loins was moving through her body, becoming one great ache of
desire needing to be satiated. She had been waiting for her lord since
that afternoon when the lesser satyrs had begun to prepare her. She
had been fed the finest of aphrodisiacs and delights to the palate,
her bath was prepared with crushed lavender and mint, aromatic and
soothing, delicately fragrant. She was read to from the book of
whoredom, she had been sung songs of the lake and the forest and the
ram and the moon. Then, wrapped in ermine, she was escorted to the
nearby mating chamber. It was here, in the glow from the fireplace at
the far end of the room, that the aphrodisiacs started to take effect.

	The lesser satyrs used all of their profound knowledge to
tease her mortal flesh to a feverish boiling heat of liquid wanton
need.

	They had been taught their art by the Horned Deity. They were
supreme in holding the tigress/whore on the precipice of ecstasy
awaiting the beast. She was the goddess of the empty vessel, loins
needing to be split in order to make the spirit whole.

	The Great God of Potency stood looking down upon her sinuous
form as she stared back through half closed eyes. He smelled like damp
earth and cinnamon. She swore that she felt the heat from his hand
while it was still inches away, and when he stroked her thigh rivulets
of lightning coursed over her skin like a thousand tongues. She gave a
low animal moan and spread her legs farther apart revealing that her
swollen womanhood was drenched in musky juice; the Great Satyr licked
his lips and buried his head between her legs, his burning agile
tongue consuming her sweating cunt. She reached between her legs to
stroke the velvet on his horns, feeling the great power in his bull
neck, while he fondled her ripe breasts. It was a look that was gentle
yet piercing and relentless that he gave her as his head rose. The
lips were moist from his feast, his teeth white as pearls in the night
and his eyes glowing embers.

	He moved his hips so that she could reach his huge rigid cock.
It warmed her mouth with its heat and the moisture at the end tasted
like a pungent honey. The cock was large and rock hard. The skin was
soft, supple and fragrant, with the head of the organ being plump and
just a little softer than the shaft. The Great Bull quaked as she
swallowed his cock. His moans were a soft low growling. She held his
great rod with one hand, while she clutched at his arm leading between
her legs, where he was driving her to a frenzy. His powerful arm was
misted with sweat. His scent acted to make her a steaming mosaic of
engorged, taut, and yielding flesh. Grabbing her at the hips, The
Beast brought her flower up to his lips, holding her aloft as if she
were a succulent fruit, while she kept her mouth sucking on his huge
penis.

	After a moment the Lord of Lust let the tigress-slut onto the
padded dais, almost dropping her onto the furs. With a beaming grin
and a furrowed brow he grabbed her leg and dragged her to the edge of
the raised platform. She knew what was coming; her hips writhing, her
back arching, her fingers blurring over her clitoris, her hand
straining to feel the approaching phallus. Somehow she missed it and
the huge erect organ was in her without warning, sinking all the way
to the hilt, a fullness she had never experienced before. Drenching
waves of warmth cascaded from her melting cunt to her full breasts
where they exploded in fountains of pleasure lava flowing through her
senses until she was the essence of lust. Red was her color, musk was
her flavor.

	She was purring, possessed. The Bull bellowed, his arched neck
bring his head down to her breast where he licked her neck and tasted
all that was his woman tonight. He was roaring out of control,
dragging her constantly tighter to him, driving into her as if it is
to be his last act. Her head was shaking, violently making her hair
fly about, her body arched like a bow.

	Suddenly, for a barely perceptible second, they stopped
moving, Then they started shuddering and screaming, shouting and
moaning, poetic and filthy language filled the air. The two were
vibrating so fast that they could not be told apart and the heat would
have made a mortal shrink back, had any been present. The furs and
coverings on the dais were flapping as if in a great wind. It was as
if vesuvius was barely contained in the center of the chamber. Without
warning there was a tremendous sensation of pressure in the room and
then what sounded like a thunderclap and the couple was gone.

	In the dim silence it seemed that it was all over, unless one
was patient enough to observe that the fire across the room looked
hazy when looking across the dais. In a few hours the two lust mad
entities could be seen rematerializing. The Great Bull was on his back
and the Great Whore had her head on his chest. After a while longer
they reappeared completely as if they had just gone on a journey and
were back. Thus they had laid for awhile more, apparently asleep when
the door opened. They lesser Satyrs entered quietly and proceeded to
light new incense and to set some wine, bread and fruit besides the
dais.

	She woke first and saw the last of them leave. As the door
closed it woke the Bull God. She felt his head turn and she looked at
him. He smiled at her and let out a laugh, looking her in the eye. The
fire in his eyes started to glow brighter and she felt a familiar
tingling... he bent his head towards her until she could not see the
glowing eyes but could only feel his warm breath upon her neck...