Love and Worship
Yep, new story series, trying a F/F series now. No minors, no under 18's you guy all know the drill. Comment with feed back if you enjoy this story.
Love and Worship
She was a thing of wispy, ethereal beauty. No clothing adorned her body, and rightly so. Anything worn would have been a detriment, rather than an addition. She was a soft, curved, feminine example of perfection and beauty. One arm was outstretched, in a pose of simple grace and airiness. Her nudity was not the focal point of her perfection, but added to her unspeakable splendor regardless. The curve of her modest breasts was exquisite, and perfect in their unblemished majesty. The sweet folds between her gently curved thighs were soft and beautiful. Her second arm rested on her hip, her fingers softly caressing her leg. Her face was gently feminine, a pert and smiling muzzle, curved fangs extending like sharp blades of starlight. Her ears were set equally on her head, the left swiveled as if to catch so barely heard sound. Her eyes were an unfathomable depth of radiance and color, sparkling intelligently and rivaling the stars. The supple muscle of her throat was flawless. The light and rippling expanse between her breasts and hips had a perfect, athletic, grace. She was almost perfect.
I should know, as I had created her.
The light of the lantern I carried lifted the spell somewhat, revealing the marble, sabre toothed goddess to be just that. Still, her perfection was a thing to behold. The block of marble from which she had been carved had carried a sheen of inner light, and I had tried my best to capture that in this composition. I had done my best to capture the feminine ideal that I myself strove for, but could not attain. Still, I would come here by night to admire what I had wrought. My work was famous, and I lacked no material comfort. I had no lover, but for my beloved Nimvara, my creation. Many were the days that I had poured out my soul to the frozen likeness of the feline deity. I knew however, that the gods had departed from the earth, leaving behind naught but chapels and images. Few still adhered to the old ways, and our numbers dwindled every day. My images remained in great galleries, but through my influence I had managed to keep the statue of the goddess of fertility and the hunt in the last great temple. Now however, there was talk of removing the temple, and transplanting the silent image to a large art gallery. I would be denied access to the statues new home, and I was powerless to stop the inexorable "progress" of society. The very thought drove me to tears, and I wept silently. My tears splashed to the floor, echoing through the vast chamber hollowly. Seeing that midnight, the sacred hour of Nimvara approached, I sat up from the stone plinth the statue rested on, changed into my white robe, and knelt before my deity, as I had done for countless nights.
The light of the full moon filtered in through a specially designed lens, illuminating the script written on the walls of the chapel in diamond ink. Tonight however, something happened that was entirely new. The small drops of water from my tears crystallized in the light of the moon, forming a piece of marble. Wonderingly, I lifted it gazing at it from all angles. It appeared to be a sliver designed to fit into the one blemish that had marked my creation. Directly above where my beloved Nimvara's heart would be, I had accidently chipped the stone. However, on its own accord, the sliver of marble in my hand floated through the air, and silently fitted into the crack. All at once, the moonlight converged on the statue, leaving the room dark. When it receded, the statue stood much the same as it had. One crucial difference marked it though, the gentle rise and fall of breath in its chest. From somewhere deep within the statue, I felt a voice, echo into my mind, and the chamber around me.
<"My faithful servant, you have freed me at long last. Finally a suitable vessel has been created to house Nimvara, Goddess of Fertility and the Hunt.">
I stood dumfounded, tears streaming down my face. Through my own craftsmanship, and the magic of this place, I had freed my goddess.
The voice spoke again then, after a moment.
<"I see, time has moved on without me. Still this can be remedied in time. Now however, there is the matter of you, my priestess.">
At this, the living marble changed size, drawing level with me.
<"You have preformed a service that will be remembered for eons. If there is any reward you would ask of me, ask it, and if it is in my regained power to grant, it will be yours.">
My mind, still in shock at these momentous happenings, barely understood this exchange, but some other part of me, a primal part, made its own request.
"Goddess," I asked tremulously, "I ask but one thing of your mighty power. I ask that you would kiss me, sincerely and lovingly. I wish this with all of my heart."
The great feline hesitated for a moment, and I felt a strange pressure on my thoughts. I feared that I had gone too far in my request, and would now be killed. Instead, my mistress spoke again.
< "I see, long have you had these feelings for me, but for none other. You single mindedly are devoted to your goddess, not out of any sense of duty, but out of love, pure and to your knowledge, unable to be reciprocated. I will do more than kiss you my faithful servant, much more than you can even imagine.">
At this my beautiful mistress stepped forward, her arms encircling my waist lightly, but with incredible strength behind them. She was a head taller than me, and she bent her head down kissing me firmly on the lips. I nearly died. All of my fantasies were coming true, my goddess had returned, and she loved me. My goddess kissed more insistently, moving down onto my neck, then back up to my lips again. I started as her rough, catlike tongue entered my mouth. I moaned in pleasure, my tongue entering her mouth, working around, and drawing a soft purr from her throat. She obviously enjoyed my efforts, and broke the kiss with some reluctance. I drew back, but her hands prevented me from moving very far. She began to caress my ass through my robe, rubbing, touching in all of the right places. I moaned again, as I was naked under my robe, one of the tenants of the goddess of fertility. Sensing this, my goddess threw off my robe, revealing my naked human skin. My breasts were of average size, but nowhere near the flawless orbs that my mistress possessed. Still, she seemed happy to see them. My pussy was starting to grow wet, now that I realized what my goddess planned. Her sensitive nose obviously picked up on this, as her right hand worked its way down, two fingers rubbing over my slit, and teasing my clit. Her other hand rubbed my tit, her mouth fastened on my nipple, happily sucking away. I was well aware of her massive fangs inches from my throat, but I loved my goddess too much to care.
Finally, I decided to pleasure her back, rather than let her do all the work. I thumbed her nipples, and she inhaled sharply. Sensing that I wanted to do more, she eased us both to the ground. We embraced for a while, but then my beautiful, shining goddess turned around, placing her perfect vulva in range of my tongue. I eagerly licked up, tasting her delicious, honey sweet fluid. My body began to burn with passion, and I sped up, taking in more and more of my marble lover's fluid. Her hips shook with pleasure, and she seemed to remember that she was positioned above my pussy as well. She began to lick, taste and nibble at the most private of places on my body. She was not the goddess of fertility for nothing, and soon her skilled tongue had me pleading for more. She obliged, and I came. I moaned her name, a shrieking cry of pure passion. Seconds later my goddess came, flooding my face with more of her honey. Something in this release triggered something in me, and as I bucked in orgasm, I felt a change come over me. My back arched, and my face twisted and grew. It should have been incredibly painful, but all I felt was pleasure. I moaned, an inhuman yowl. My mistress continued to come, an unnaturally long torrent of vaginal fluid drenching me from head to toe. Then, in an instant, there was a bright flash, and I lost consciousness. I heard my goddess's voice echo in my mind.
< "I call you chosen of Nimvara, consort of the Goddess of Fertility and the Hunt. Your beauty has been forever cemented in my image. You will stand by me forever, and bounteous pleasure will be ours alone. You are no longer human, you are the first of the chosen.">
I awoke after that, and saw in the reflective floor the change my goddess had wrought. I was no longer human, but I resembled her in every way, though less in power. My tall, feline ears, bushy tail, and digitgrade feet were but part of the transformation. My entire body was composed of organic marble. I was smooth, and cool to the touch. I absentmindedly ran a finger over my slit, and was rewarded with pleasure ten times what I had felt as a human. I smiled at my goddess, mistress, and lover. Then I rushed to embrace her. We would convert the rest of the world to the worship of Nimvara in due time, but for now, I needed to worship my goddess in a far more intimate and pleasurable fashion.