Chimes of Passion

Neither Irene nor Alyssa spoke. Alyssa wanted to say that she didn’t, but she took a deep breath and decided she’d feel safer just by keeping quiet.

Ron stepped closer to Alyssa, facing Lynda. “I think Alyssa here doesn’t know how to embrace her goddess. Maybe you could show her, and then I’ll see whether her goddess deserves my reverence.”

A look of panic spread across Alyssa’s face as Lynda responded. “Fair enough. All goddesses deserve reverence, but you shall soon learn this fact for yourself.”

A loud crack of thunder from outside filled the air and the candles flickered madly.

Alyssa turned to run, but lost her footing and fell to the ground. Lynda casually approached her, setting the bowl of water on the floor next to where Alyssa lay, and helped her to her feet.

Seeing the look on Alyssa’s face, Lynda spoke calmly, quietly, reassuringly. “Be not afraid. Your inner goddess will be your guide, and she will not lead you astray.”

Lynda knelt down and covered both of her hands in the water from the bowl. She raised her left hand and placed it on top of Alyssa’s head, much like the way a faith healer would attempt to channel mystical powers to cure the lame. Alyssa opened her mouth to express her shock and discomfort at this, but no sounds came out. Instead, her eyes simply focussed on the pressure and moisture from Lynda’s hand. She didn’t notice Lynda’s right hand reaching forward to a spot between her thighs.

Even through her clothes, Alyssa felt a jolt of energy in her sex, radiating throughout her entire body. Her inner goddess had been awakened, and needed to be embraced. Lynda was right: there was nothing to fear. The men shall bow before her inner goddess. She knew and understood her mission, and, using both hands, moved Lynda’s hand away.

She then calmly, casually, removed all of her clothes and turned to face Ron. Here was a man who had said he only wanted to be friends with her, in spite of her clear and stated interest. She smiled as she recognized that he was staring at her body. “Do you like what you see?”

Ron’s breaths began to quicken. He wanted to say something, but all he could find the energy to do, was to stare, slack-jawed, at her form, and the beauty he had simply never seen before.

Alyssa heard Lynda’s voice behind her. “Show him your goddess.”

Alyssa stepped closer to Ron, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed down. In an instant, Ron fell to his knees before her. She ran her fingers through his hair as she pushed his face towards her warm and eager slit.

Ron opened his mouth and began to nibble and lick all around Alyssa’s sex. He felt a haze overtake his thoughts; he remembered the first time he had ever seen a naked woman and how much he felt in awe of her body, thankful that someone would be kind enough to share her body with him. Back then, there was a cautious enthusiasm to his movements. Tonight, he relived the enthusiasm, leaving the caution in the recesses of memory.

Alyssa tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Lynda noticed the wide grin and spoke, “That’s it. Give in to your goddess. Males exist for our pleasure, no more, no less.”

A powerful and drawn out rumble of thunder shook the walls. At exactly the same moment, Alyssa let out a low moan as Ron, in his act of worship, brought her to orgasm.

Alyssa’s knees grew weak as she fell backwards into Lynda’s arms. Lynda casually lowered her to the floor and put her hand on Ron’s shoulder. “That’s enough, supplicant.”

Ron placed his hands on his knees as he remained in a kneeling position before Alyssa’s quivering body, his eyes vacant and blank.

Once Ron fell under Lynda’s spell, Irene backed away, thinking that she might be better off in the driving rain than in here. Pete, on the other hand, found himself strangely drawn into the sight of his friend going down on Alyssa.

Lynda knelt beside Alyssa and addressed her directly. “Tell me about this male. Did he satisfy your inner goddess?”

“Yesssss.”

“Shall I search his mind for his desires?”

“Yes.”

“If it can be satisfied, shall I allow his desires to become reality?”

“He has earned it, yes.”

“Very well.” Lynda casually strode over to Ron’s motionless body. “Tell me, male. Whom do you desire?”

Ron’s mouth barely moved as he spoke the name, “Irene.”

“Did you say, ’Irene’?”

“Yessss.” He lifted his hand and Irene, who had nearly reahed the entrance of the cathedral.

She turned around and screamed. “What did you just say?”

Lynda called back to Irene. “I think you heard him. He wishes to awaken your inner goddess. And awaken her he shall.”

“Not if I can help it!” Irene rushed for the door and tried to turn the knob to what she perceived as the relative safety of the storm outside.

Lynda’s laughter echoed off of the high walls. “The door won’t open. I won’t let it. All you need to know is that you have nothing to fear, Irene. This male, here, shall relieve you of your fears.”