The
Phallus of Osiris
by Valentina Cilescu
Death and Lust and Vampires!
Death and Lust and Vampires!
The Master is a sex vampire. His aim: to dominate through the glories of
the flesh. His minions are beautiful and lascivious and their eager bodies and
warped minds are bent to his evil purpose. The lost Phallus of Osiris is the
greatest erotic talisman known to man and the Master will not rest until he has
it in his possession. Just one woman can help him fulfil his dark ambitions -
the one person who still resists him. Mara, the white witch. Great though the
Master's power is - in Mara, and The Phallus of Osiris, he may have met his
match.
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Excerpt:
It
was dark in the room. Dark and strangely airless. But Mara felt no fear. She
stretched out her hand and touched her unseen lover's hand. Although she could
not see him, she knew he was standing by the side of the bed; that he was naked,
and ready for her . . .
'Come
to me . . .' breathed Mara. And her fingers moved from her lover's hand to
explore his body - running down his flank, his thigh; searching eagerly for the
warm weight of his testicles; seeking out his most sensitive and intimate places
to tease and excite his flesh; and bring him to her.
She
heard his breathing: hoarse and quickening now. And seconds later, she felt him
sit down on the bed beside her, felt the soft coverings yield to his weight as
he lay down by her side and pressed his hot nakedness up against her willing
flesh.
He
was by her side now, stroking her with knowing fingers that seemed to read her
mind, divine her every dream and wish. His fingers slid down her body, as
though taking the measure of her, mapping out the fullest extent of the bounty
offered to them. They fluttered like butterfly wings, up from the firm
roundness of her hips to the taut flesh of her tiny waist, and then up still
further; until at last they found the swelling amplitude of her magnificent breasts,
caressing their firmness appreciatively.
He
was kneeling beside her: leaning over her, the better to toy with her. Mara
gasped with pleasure as invisible hands cupped her breasts and kneaded their
warm and yielding flesh. Skilled fingers searched out the budding hardness of
her nipples and pinched them between finger and thumb, just hard enough to
provoke an irresistible blend of pain and pleasure.
'Take
me!' gasped Mara, reaching up and touching the hands which were so knowingly
exploring her body. They were strong hands, hands she felt she knew well; hands
that were strong and sinewy and capable of great violence – and yet gentle
enough to tease, torment, arouse.
Strong,
sinewy wrists and forearms . . . She could reach no further; so she stretched
out her hand to the side, and felt for the body of her unseen lover. Her hand
made contact with his thigh, muscular and covered with thick, coarse hair. She
slid her hand upwards, upwards, letting her fingers glide softly over the
hairs; and she felt her lover tremble at the exquisite torment of her touch.
Bolder now, she let her hand move higher still, and shivered with delight as
her fingers brushed against her lover's testicles.
They
were heavy, vital, pulsating with a raw energy that communicated itself to her
as she stroked their velvety pouch, weighing them in her palm. Then she let her
fingers stray still further, and felt them slide deliriously along the smooth
length of a hard and throbbing shaft that she knew yearned to bury itself in
her.
And
as she stroked it, she felt herself grow hotter and wetter, her juices welling
up as though from some secret spring deep within her. It was as though she was
melting from the inside outwards, as butter might melt in anticipation of the
hot knife that would soon plough into its soft
and willing depths . . .
The
room was filled now with the fragrance of sex; the sweet, heady aroma of a cunt
well greased, of a prick whose tip glistens with the first drops of semen, the
first promise of the torrents to come. Mara slid her hand along her lover's shaft
and ran her fingertips gently over its tip: it was already slippery with
love-juice and she shivered again with the delicious anticipation of its entry
into her most intimate places.
~ * ~
Other Modern Erotic Classics available:
The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford
Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger
The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina
Cilescu
Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell
The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell
Hogg by Samuel R. Delany
The Tides of Lust by Samuel R.
Delany
Sad Sister by Florence Dugas
The Ties That Bind by Vanessa
DuriƩs
Dark Ride by Kent Harrington
3 by Julie Hilden
Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye
Lewis
Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg
Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg
The Agency by David Meltzer
Burn by Michael Perkins
Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
Evil Companions by Michael Perkins
Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl
Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald
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