The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... loved her, accepted her, and trusted her. How can I ever be forgiven for such a crime? “I shouldn't,” Christy whispered. “I sent Aaliyah to her death. I don't deserve to be forgiven!” Her words hung in the air, echoing through the gardens. I don't deserve to be forgiven. She closed her eyes and prepared herself to be pulled beneath the waters. “I forgive you, anyways” Ishtar whispered. The mud released her. Christy kicked her legs, paddled her arms, and pulled herself out of the muck to stand in the waist deep water, the bottom suddenly as firm as hard dirt. Ishtar's warm, motherly smile was back, and she beckoned to Christy. Tears streaming down her face, Christy walked through the water, cleansed by its purity. I did the most horrible thing in the world and she forgave me. “Forgiveness can never be earned. It can never be bought or bargained for.” Ishtar's arm wrapped around Christy, bringing her lips to the Goddess's milk-heavy tit. “Forgiveness can only be given. It is a gift.” “Thank you.” Tears still falling, Christy engulfed Ishtar's dark-red nipple and tasted the Goddess's sweet milk. It was rich and smooth, filling her mouth with ambrosia. Her cheeks hallowed as she sucked harder, greedy for the wonderful liquid. She could feel something inside her, a dark shadow, the traces of Hecate on her soul, driven back by the purity of her new Goddess's milk. “Drink deep,” purred the Goddess. “You are one of mine now. Hecate cannot touch you without contending with me.” ...

... Hands touched Christy's legs, soft and gentle, spreading her thighs apart. An eager face pressed against her pussy beneath the pure waters, a tongue probing her folds. Christy moaned around the Goddess's nipple, still nursing, as Iris licked and nuzzled at her pussy. Pleasure stirred inside Christy, joining the warmth of Ishtar's motherly gift. Christy let her hands explore the Goddess's lush body as Iris sucked harder at her pussy, the rainbow spirit's deft tongue probing deep into her hole, brushing all those wonderful nerves. Christy found Ishtar's other, heavy breast, rolling her nipple and coating her hands in the Goddess's sweet milk. “That's it,” purred the Goddess, stroking Christy's brunette locks. “Let yourself be pleasured. You have earned this moment of peace. Your road shall be hard, but you shall receive such happiness at the end of it.” Christy moaned around Ishtar's nipple, swallowing another mouthful of sweet, divine milk. Iris's tongue slipped between her asscheeks, the spirit probing Christy's asshole as her fingers plunged deep into her pussy. A spasm ran through Christy, her pleasures mounting. She was going to cum. “That's it. Let yourself go. Give yourself over to Iris's pleasure.” Christy obeyed her new Goddess. Her pussy spasmed about Iris's probing fingers, and her asscheeks clenched about the spirit's face. Her body writhed as wave after wave of rapture rolled through her. Her lips sucked harder, milk squirting into her hungry mouth, dribbling down her ...