Artemis the Huntress Part 2
Artemis the Huntress
Part 2
Where we left off..
When the bathing was complete, the men raised Feliciaa
from the pool slowly and stood her, still naked and dripping
the hot water, directly in front of the great women. The
great women smiled deeply and stared into Feliciaas eyes,
and disrobed herself in one easy motion. The two women stood
there, face to face, smiling, surrounded by the men who
were now mere attendants for them.
The great women spoke, You have honored me in the hunt,
I am always with you you have honored me your whole life
now feel.. Awaken! and lifted her hand ever so slowly
and touch Feliciaa lightly with two fingertips right on
the forehead.
Feliciaa felt as if that little touch pushed her back, sent
her falling backwards, as if falling deep into a pit or a
tunnel. Her eyes closed, she could not keep them open, they
rolled up into her head, her arms outstretched, and she
let herself fall, freefall, with no fear. Falling backwards,
feeling as if the fall were in slow motion, spiraling down,
deeper and deeper but felt safe. She felt warmth as she
descended, heat and comfort, started to feel heavy, her
mind drifting with her. She breathed deeply and the scent
in the air was rich, so rich as she has never smelled before
of spice and musk, of earthy scents, of something familiar
and intoxicating that she could not identify it was comforting,
warming, stimulating as the air rushed by her in her fall.
The deeper she fell, the warmer it got, sweat glistening
from her body, she could see herself from the outside as
if out of body in a vision, she was golden, glowing, radiant,
slowly spinning and falling down, arms and legs outstretched,
her fingertips playing in the air as it rushed by. She spiraled
down and down, she had flashes of visions and sounds flowing
through her, she saw a giant tree, larger than the largest
mountain, she was falling alongside its great trunk. She
saw a deep magenta sky.
She felt warmth and the falling sensation was not as strong
as the spiraling sensation now, the spiraling slower than
before, the heat stronger, the scent in the air stronger.
She could taste the air it was so rich and her nostrils flared
as she took deep breathes, only she could not open her eyes,
she just felt a floating and spinning sensation, no longer
aware of the boundaries of her own body, she felt omniscient.
She could hear her own breathing, deep and pronounced,
and hear the breath of others that she could not see not
human sounding all the time, sometimes very animal sounding.
The intoxicating scent and hypersensitivity of her skin
caused her to be extremely stimulated, she felt herself
grow wet, become hot, in heat. Her descending was slowing,
stopping, as she spun very slowly.
Visions were flying through her mind in a collage, she could
hear a drumbeat flowing through her, as if it were a fast
complex heartbeat, it pulsing and pounding increased
her excitement, she was yearning to feel touch.
Visions of herself, glistening and naked, quick flashes
and images, so real, she could feel them.
Her descending stopped, now her mind and body were flowing
with imagery, sensation, feel. Very surreal, as if caught
in a dream that was real, this was real and no dream, yet not
real as she knew it. She was completely intoxicated with
primal lust, animal passion, her own heat causing her to
squirm, to growl softly, inhibition and full conscious
thought no longer exist.
Images of body parts, of a mans torso twisting as it reached
for her, she felt hands all over her body. Her mind was spinning
and twisting, reeling in a sea of sensation, so overwhelmingly
excited.
The image of the great women lowering between her legs as
she watched, till all she saw was her eyes and the corners
of her mouth as they formed a deep smile right before she
leaned in and. The sensation was soooo powerful she squirmed
and reached outward with her hands.
She could feel flesh with her fingertips, her back arched,
arms outstretched. She felt the rippling muscles of men,
felt their very hard manhood, felt their hands all along
her body, she could feel the mouth of the great women on her,
in her, energy coursing into her, flowing.
Spinning.
Twisting, squirming
The heat and sweat of a man mounting her from atop, as she
could taste the nectar of women from above her mouth.
Images, twirling, collages of sex, of primal lust, the
sound of drums pounding.
Drums pounding slowly, getting faster gradually, deep
pounding, the sound pulsing through her as she could feel
the rhythm in her.
A ring of fire surrounding them. She felt bodies sliding
against her own.
Taking the essence of a man into her mouth, many hands running
up and down her body, faster and faster, penetration from
behind as she was on all fours. She tasted the essence of
women, the heat and wetness.
Masses of people in a pile, sliding all along each other,
sweat glistening, the rich scent of pheromone wafting
in the air, the heat of fire, its light reflecting on the
glistening bodies.
Being grabbed and taken, strongly, her hands digging into
the man holding her, primal instinct. She growled.
Images blurred into other images, in whirling sea of sexual
ecstasy, no scene or act completely identifiable.
Her being tasting, her tasting, feeling, rubbing and being
rubbed, groped, felt, hands everywhere, bodies everywhere,
penetration, tongues lashing, male and female were hard
to distinguish.
Her body sliding overtop a women, breasts dripping with
sweat rubbing against each other nipples flicking as they
passed, her tasting of women and being tasted. Many women,
squirming together, sliding, slippery, hot, touching,
rubbing.
Her back arched as she sat up while feeling the intensity
of penetration, She could feel her muscles tensing, holding
back the floodgates of orgasm, she rode atop of her steed,
hands coming from everywhere, mouths and tongues licking
and sucking at every single part of her body at once. Her
head was being tilted back and up, the kiss of a women deep
in her mouth, firmly, her hair being tugged, the rhythm
of the mount growing, the beating of the drums more intense,
faster and faster, harder and harder.
She started to feel the spasm of oncoming orgasm, the drumbeat
speeding up, her heart racing, the hands holding her tighter,
guiding her ride. Her mouth fixed on breasts, on flesh,
on manhood, tasting and licking, feeling .. her hands clutching
strongly on what she could grab, tensing her muscles holding
back, holding back, growling deep and loud. The growls
of others surrounding her as well, the drums louder and
louder, faster and faster with her rhythm.
Sweat pouring from her, she rode, being felt her tongue
rich with the tastes of others, her body craving more and
more, the drums so deep and loud drowning out all thought,
primal instinct taken over, her inner animal now in full
mind. She aggressively took into the sea of ecstasy, licking
rolling, being taken, taking, lightly biting, feeling,
sliding, heat.
Twisting and spiraling, her images flashing faster and
faster, feeling more and more, she could not hold back anymore.
There was a frenetic explosion inside of her, she let out
a howl that reverberated throughout her mind, her body,
deep into her soul, her muscles spasm wickedly, the drumbeat
out of control. There was howling all around her, the images
all spinning and blurring into each other, and in one final
and long attempt at holding back release she tensed up completely.
Time stops
All Stops
Breath
No Sound
No Motion
Shallow breath, chest heaving
Teeth clenched
Her mouth opens, eyes forcefully closed, all muscles completely
tensed try to hold back..
A quick gasp for air.
Time floods in a huge rushing wild torrent into her, through
her..
AAAooOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Her teeth
clenching, the floodgates bursting open far beyond her
control, a blast of air as she breathes one quick deep breath
as if the ocean itself had burst though, and was on fire,
heat, fluid, surging, flowing like a rapid great river,
a hot wetness flowing - she grinds herself hard and deep
and the wave of electricity shoots through her, her body
flailing wildly as the orgasm took over, her clenching
muscles not able to contain, spasms deep within her pulsing
hard and strong, in waves, pulsing, pounding, deep, hard,
wet. Her back arches fast and hard, her hair flinging back,
a howling scream erupting from deep, deep within her, the
orgasm so strong that it felt like fire flowing in her veins,
a dizzying numbness, convulsing, twisting, her mount
arching and throbbing inside of her, erupting as she could
feel it, her hands clentched into fists, hands and fingers
all over her body, rubbing, holding, the feeling of falling
into a void.
The intensity beyond recognition, the spasms
coming in waves, over and over, convulsing, screaming,
growling, howling.
The world was spinning again, fading, the imagery growing
dark as she felt as if she was passing out, spinning, ascending,
windy, cooler.
Blackness.
She felt herself in a void. Complete darkness, quiet,
coolness she could not tell if her eyes were open or not
it was so dark. She felt no touch, she was floating but perfectly
still. This was a strange space, she could only hear her
own breathing, panting. She started to calm.
She slowly became aware of the feeling of water all around
her, she was in a warm pool, like a bath. She outstretched
her fingertips and felt the water splash. She started to
hear the sounds of forest around her and the brushing sound
of leaves in the wind, lightly. She tried to slow her panting,
regain herself. She just lay there for a minute, recovering,
till her breath was under control.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw the men of her tribe,
standing over her and around her. As they saw her eyes open,
they reached out their hands to her and helped her up. She
grabbed her cloak that was next to the hot pool and wrapped
in around herself, still regaining awareness of where
she was, as if waking from the most lucid dream. Her body
felt vibrant, exhausted, but glowing.
She looked into
the eyes of her tribemates who had similar lost looks, and
took in her surroundings. They were still by the hot pool,
surrounded by trees under the giant cliff. She peered out
into the forest at the edge of the pool, beyond its small
banks.
There was the white stag, looking at her. It stomped its
front hoof into the dirt three times, and locked its gaze
into her. She felt its connection, it would always be with
her, the great lady, Artemis. The stag leap into the air
and took off into the woods, disappearing. Feliciaa sat
down on a rock, and just smiled to herself.
Fin