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She lay naked on the carpet, the sole adornment of the darkness in the empty room. Then, one by one, candles lit. Light revealed the confines of the square room. The dark blue velvet that draped its edges. The smoky glass that covered one wall and reflected the rest of the room. The light mist of incense that seemed an extension of the darkness, like it refused to fully retreat as it would from any other light.

And, finally, the last candle lit showed that the lights formed a circle. Arranged around a low alter, dripping with velvet, that stood before the mirrored wall.

The flickering flames, both present and reflected, made shadows dance over the bare skin of the beautiful redhead, as though the darkness itself lusted for the voluptuous curves of her naked body.

She lay in a trance, her eyes closed, her only movement that of the breath that made her creamy breasts rise and fall. Then, as though in response to the continued play of the shadows over her body, she twisted her slender frame: her long tapering legs kicked and writhed, showing the glistening vee of her pubis and a hint of the life that lay twitching impatiently within.

The drapes parted. A young man stepped through. He too was naked.

“Hail Nirvon,” he said, casting his gaze on the redhead as if thanking the deity for her, his gift.

He was a slim man of twenty-one, six feet tall, with a wiry build of tightly contained muscles. His skin was dark, gypsyish, but still pale enough to contrast with the curling hair that framed his face. He was exceedingly handsome, but in a striking way, a sinister way. Whereas other men might have bland good looks, be derisively referred to as Ken dolls, his thick full lips seemed designed to sneer as much as grin, while his heavy lashes held eyes that could be cold, cutting. His was a face that you didn’t want to displease, didn’t want to see twisted into a scowl—and yet a smile, a blaze of passion in his dark eyes, would be just as frightening. It was a threatening allure that captivated many women. And a lucky few who ended up like Lilith.

He moved towards the redhead. His cock throbbed and rose, already attuned to the promise of her gleaming, supple body. He lifted his arms up in a ritualistic gesture.

“HAIL NIRVON! GOD OF THE NIGHT! SOURCE OF ALL DESIRE! I AM YOUR SLAVE! I GIVE MYSELF TO YOUR COMMANDS!”

He fell to his knees and his face moved lower still, down into Lilith’s womanhood. Moving him close enough to smell the pungent femininity of her. He flicked out his long tongue and tested the warm, curly hair that guarded her entrance. What little flavor there was there delighted him and he moved in closer, reaching out with his hands to explore the feel of her luscious body as well as its taste.

His head dipped down and his tongue glided along the split of her cunt, running wetly along first one lip and then the other.

Still deeply entranced, Lilith did not open her eyes at all. But her body began to stir, moving in reply to his roving hands as if to offer every soft, silken part of her to their touch. She undulated slowly and her legs opened, allowing him access. Her tongue split her lips, wetting them, moving as if to mirror how that other tongue worked along her quivering labia.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned, not so much emerging from her dreams as sinking deeper into one that was real. “I give myself to Titus… servant of Nirvon… Nirvon…”

Hearing her moan, Titus tasted her more deeply, his tongue going deeper into the warm cave that held so much deliciousness for him and such pleasure for Lilith.

“Unnhhh!” Lilith cried out. “NIRVON! TITUS!”

Now a new figure appeared from the parting folds of velvet cloth.

“My son!” she cried sternly. “It is not yet time! Nirvon will be displeased!”

Titus sat up willfully, turning to the new arrival as much to display the wetness on his lips as to acknowledge her.

“Nirvon wills it, Mother. I feel his presence within me. He wants the girl for me.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed. “You are insufficient to know the will of Nirvon. You are merely a vessel, remember that!”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Bring the sign of Nirvon.”

“Yes, my priestess. Hail Nirvon.”

“Hail Nirvon.”

Titus slipped quietly through the opening in the drapes. The woman turned her attention to the young girl. Looking over all that ripe, untried beauty she thought of her own appearance. She was still young, but not so mature that it didn’t come as something of a surprise to see her and the man she called her son together. For the High Priestess was, in fact, a fabled beauty, desired on countless worlds and on Earth, perhaps supreme even among the plethora of gorgeousness that included Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Starfire.

Karen Starr looked even more lovely now. Even her world-famous costume could not quite compare to her current garb. Lines of diaphanous cloth that formed a sort of pencil skirt, yet were entirely translucent save for folds of white that fell directly over her mons and the crease of her ass. Her belly was bare, arms too, and all that covered her famous chest was an Egyptian collar, an usekh, its gold decorated with turquoise and other precious metals.

Even this wasn’t enough to cover all of her abundant bosom, so two jade cartouches hung over her nipples, preserving her modesty. She needed a note of dignity to carry out Nirvon’s will.

Titus returned with the symbol of their order. It was like an ankh, but long and tapered, daggerlike in the central shaft and with two ovals replacing the rigid side-arms.

“Place it on the altar,” Karen commanded.

“Yes, Mother.”

“Now is the time,” Karen breathed, pleased to see Titus obeying her command. “I can hear Nirvon’s call. He is ready to delight in our obeisance.” She glanced down at Lilith. “Tonight she will be given to him. But there must be others. Nirvon tires of such meager offerings. He knows he has given us enough power to bring others into the sacred circle.”

“Hail Nirvon!” Titus crowed.

“Hail Nirvon,” Karen said, and slowly undid the clasp of her usekh, letting it fall away from her ample breasts. Next, with equal ceremony, she rid herself of her skirt, leaving nothing to conceal her luscious body.

Titus gasped at the sight of his self-proclaimed mother in the dim light of the candles, which only seemed to hint at the fullness of her beauty, as though he were unworthy of seeing all of it.

His cock had shrunk little since its readiness for Lilith. Now it sprang to even greater glory than before. Titus’s body became flushed with the sureness of what he was about to possess.

Without a word, Karen moved out of his path and Titus went to Lilith, kneeling before her so that he could slide his hardened prick into the offering of her pussy. Karen moved to the other end of the young girl, facing the boy. She watched as he brought his manhood to the redhead’s trembling slot.

“Hail Nirvon,” she said, no longer able to keep the lust out of her voice.

“Hail Nirvon!” Titus answered, and shoved himself deep into Lilith’s opening.

“AIEEEE!” Lilith cried, coming out of her trance and into a storm of utter ecstasy.

“Thank Nirvon for allowing you to be used by his servants,” Karen purred, lowering herself to the mouth of Lilith, spreading herself with her fingers so that her inner flesh was directly presented to the girl.

Staring at Karen, his eyes glazed over with enjoyment of what he possessed even as he was tempted by what he could see, Titus rocked back and forth. Running his cock in and out of the redhead’s hot, wet walls. She opened for him. She spread more and more, while knowing less and less except how wonderful he felt inside her.

“Thank Nirvon,” Karen repeated, petting Lilith’s heating skin.

At the reminder in the high priestess’s barbed voice, Lilith relaxed and remembered all that she must do besides enjoy the touch of Nirvon. She let out her tongue and gave it to the length of Karen’s womanhood, up and down and in and out, traveling wherever the sweet taste of femininity awaited her.

Titus pumped in and out with greater intensity, slamming his well-sized cock all the way to the tender mouth of Lilith’s womb. Karen massaged the girl’s firm young breasts, moaning when she felt a slim little tongue traveling up into her eager pussy.

“Aaaannggh!” Karen crooned blissfully. “ALL HAIL NIRVON! ALL PRAISE TO NIRVON!”

“HAIL NIRVON!” Titus repeated with heightening intensity. “PRAISE NIRVON!”

He lifted Lilith’s legs up onto his shoulders. Karen picked up Lilith’s hands and pulled them to her breasts.