He licked her pussy one more time, before lying down next to her. “Ah,” he leered, “truly finer than any nectar.”
“Honey, you are a god. Wow, that was…”
“Heavenly?”
“Took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Hmm, want something in your mouth, do you?”
“Well now that you mention it-”
A cellphone beeped.
“Um, I think that’s yours.”
“Yeah, it is.” She reached over to the nightstand. “Someone’s trying to contact me, one of my followers, from northern Iraq it seems. ‘ISIS goons terrorizing our village. Demanding that we hand over-‘ Those bastards! I’m sorry; I’d love to see what you could put in my mouth but-”
“Duty calls. You don’t have to explain, it happens to all of us. Can I watch?”
“Can you and Peg give me a lift?”
“Deal.”
* * * * *
The villager elder bowed before Al Qawi. “We have complied with your demands, excellency.”
One of the villagers hastened forward with a basket filled with all
the gold, silver, gems and Western currency held by the villagers.
Al Qawi nodded. “And?”
“In my house, excellency. Right over there.”
Al Qawi glanced at one of his men.
“It’s clean and so’s she.”
“Wait here then,” Al Qawi told his men. “This won’t take long.”
Al Qawi entered the house and shut the door behind him. A multitude of candles lit the main room, in the center of which of lay a fine Persian rug strewn with rose petals.
“Where are you?” Al Qawi demanded. “Come out or I’ll burn the village!”
“I like candles,” she said coming around a corner, wearing only a
sheer muslin gown and a garland of roses, “they add atmosphere.”
“You’re a virgin?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, that is, if you’re up for it, hmm?”
Al Qawi stalked over and tore her gown, exposing her breasts.
“My followers here made that for me.”
“Then go post it on Facebook.” Al Qawi grabbed her ass and pulled her to him, grinding against her pussy as he licked her breasts. He pulled her down to the rug and thrust a hand between her legs, kissing her and sticking his tongue in her mouth.
Al Qawi grabbed the garland. “Let me guess, your ‘followers’ made this for you too?”
“Yep; roses are my flower.”
Al Qawi tossed the garland. He opened his robe and untied his
trousers, freeing his cock.
“Abdul Aziz Al-Qawi, I charge you with high crimes and misdemeanors. How do you plead?”
“Plead this you Yazidi lunatic.” Al Qawi laughed and rammed himself inside her. “What crime?” he asked pumping her hard.
“You’re from ISIS?”
He nodded, his body tensing.
“Plagiarism you asshole.” Isis wrapped her arms and legs around Al Qawi and kissed him hard as his orgasm broke, sucking out his life force as he came. They thrashed around on the rug until Isis was finished and Al Qawi lay still.
“Eww, get off!” Isis shoved Al Qawi’s body off of her and stood up.
Apollo stepped out of the mirror. “Nice trick.”
“Yeah, a little something I learned from Freya a while back.”
Al Qawi’s men pounded on the door.
“Furies?”
“How about Cerberus and Medusa!”
“They won’t mind?”
“Are you kidding? Quick, here they come!”
Apollo and Isis kissed.
Al Qawi’s men burst in the house with guns drawn.
Cerberus roared, Medusa screeched.
The men ran from the house screaming, climbed into two Land Rovers and sped out of the village.
Laughing hysterically, Isis and Apollo returned to their own forms.
Isis went over to the mantelpiece and retrieved her cellphone. “Oh,
good! Got it all! I can’t wait to upload this to YouTube.”
Apollo looked at her.
“I promised Morrigan.”
“Ah. Ready to go?”
“Not yet. Come.” Isis waved her hand. The candles, rose petals and rug disappeared. Glowing and wearing full regalia, she and Apollo stepped outside.
The villagers kneeled.
“Thank you my people,” Isis said, “for keeping faith in these troubled times. Arise and be joyful for that is life’s greatest blessing.”
The villagers rose.
Isis and Apollo went around back of the house, morphed their clothes into something more appropriate, and hiked into the adjacent hills where Pegasus was waiting.
“Let’s go see Ishtar and Marduk,” Isis said, “I mean, we are in Iraq.”
“OK,” Apollo replied. “Wanna drive?”
“Thanks.”
Isis climbed onto the winged steed’s back and took the reins.
Apollo sat right behind her, put his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.
“Why you naughty sun god,” Isis cooed, grinding back against him, “I see what’s on your mind.” She shook the reins. “Hyah!”
Apollo smiled. “Well you did say to be joyful.” He slipped a hand inside her robe as Pegasus climbed into the night sky.
Author’s resource:
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” [Anais Nin]
“But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the Universe let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.”
[Omar Khayyam, “The Rubaiyat”, Verse #45]
“So this is how liberty dies…with thunderous applause.” Padme
Amidala, “Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge of the Sith”
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