Originally Posted by
JB57
Dear Board,
I've been stuck in writer's block **** for the past few months with "Wife vs. Mistress." I had promised not to put up any other stories until I finished WvM, but I have been working on this story off and on for a while now and I've decided to post it in the hopes that it will get the creative juices flowing again. I also have to finish my last "Kath vs. Kil" story, but that one I'm not too worried about.
Anyway, this story is based on the work of Serpieri, an Italian artist well known for his erotic heroine "Drunna". Obviously, I've lifted right from his work. I've included in this post some of his work so you will have an idea of how to envision the women described in this story. The story is based on the Serpieri book "Anima." Some of the pictures come right from that source. I will post a few more pictures of Drunna in later chapters so, again, you will know how to imagine the bodies coming into conflict in this story! I don't know if I am breaking any forum rules in doing this. If so, someone please let me know and I will take the pictures down. Serpieri's stuff is easy to find on the net, though I'd rather provide the visual inspiration for this story right here.
Part II of the story is done, as is the conclusion. I've got one or two other chapters to write, but this whole story should be up soon. I will put up Part II in a day or two, along with some more pictures.
I hope you enjoy the story. Part I is a long tease, but I hope you will have the patience to read it and that it will whet your appetite for more!
Enjoy,
JB57
Duranna
The sun had just started to rise over the verdant jungle but the dense humidity in the air had kept it hot during the night. The blonde woman on the bed stirred, somnolent in the early morning heat. She was lying belly down on the mattress, her dense, thick **** pushed into the soft pad. Frayed, skintight white stockings stretched over her muscular legs from just below mid-thigh down to her ankles, leaving her feet bare. Otherwise, she was completely naked. The sunlight seeped through the canvas walls of the yurt-like structure she called her home. The gentle glow played on her beautiful body, etching out its muscular perfection. Her back was gorgeous, each curve and sculpted line tightly defined. Her *** was marvelously round and taut, a perfect heart-shape.
The beautiful woman stirred, then rolled over onto her back, freeing her magnificent breasts, enjoying the sensation as their heavy weight shifted on her chest. She slowly stretched, moaning in delight as her muscles released the delicious tension. She stared at the canvas and wood ceiling. It had taken her several weeks to build this sturdy structure, but it had served her well. It was a reliable shelter against the occasional torrential downpours that took place in this jungle, but it was more valuable as protection against the relentless sun and heat. The woman sat up, swung her legs off the bed and got to her feet. She looked around the yurt for her clothing. She pulled on a tiny tan thong that fit snugly over her ***** and had a tiny flap of cloth that hung over her loins. There was little in the back, other than the sparse material that bisected her perfect ***. She donned a ragged tank top, a modified shirt that left her midriff exposed and barely contained her huge breasts.
The woman?s named was Duranna. She appeared to be a stunningly gorgeous and voluptuous woman in her early 20s, a woman at the peak of her physical beauty. In reality, she was older and her history was far more colorful than most people knew. She lived on this primitive, savage world, filled with humans who looked like her, but with many other beings and creatures besides. She had made her way in the world and had spent a decade as one of the star attractions at a brothel in a city almost a continent away. Five years before, a man and a parchment had entered her life and sent her on a quest.
The woman left the yurt and walked out onto the mesa she called home. The massive, natural stone tower stood more than a hundred meters above the forest floor, but it had a diameter of only 25 meters, providing her with a secure and defensible position from which to conduct her daily excursions. To attack her, a predator would need to climb the steep sides of the mesa. It was possible to do this but very difficult, and most predators had no reason to put such a risky effort into devouring a lone human woman ? even if they had known she was there. A single tree grew out of the soil collected on the top of the mesa. Under it, a giant lizard-bird rested. This was the woman?s steed and her companion of the past year on her quest. The tree produced a thick, meaty fruit that provided all the nutrients and liquids a person needed to survive. Duranna had eaten far too many over the past few months, but she could not argue with the results. She never went hungry and her body was as strong and beautiful as ever.
The lizard-bird stirred and turned its sharp beak and yellow eyes to the woman as she approached. She picked up one of the fruits littering the ground and offered it to the monstrous creature. The bird eagerly chomped down on the ripe melon, devouring it whole. The blonde woman gently stroked the monster?s neck.
?That?s good, Elora,? she cooed to the beast. ?Good girl. Beautiful girl.? The monster nuzzled her and chirped, a sign of its contentment. ?We?ll head out to the south side of the river today, OK?? Duranna continued. ?I think that map I found the other day may be the best clue yet to where the entrance is.?
Elora, the lizard-bird, cawed loudly and spread its leathery wings, flapping briskly. The woman smiled. ?First, let?s have a bit of breakfast, girl.? The woman gathered up more fruit from under the tree and carried it back to her yurt. The beast ate the fruit scattered about on the ground while it waited.
Duranna ate heartily at the makeshift table inside the yurt. She had collected a variety of herbs and spices while living in the jungle, enough to season her meal and make the melon quite tasty. While she devoured the fruit and quenched her thirst with some pure water she had collected from a nearby jungle spring, she reviewed the *******d but durable parchment she had discovered days earlier in some of the forest ruins. The jungle spread out beneath the mesa concealed the remains of an ancient civilization. Duranna was certain that the whole jungle had once been a city. The magnificent structures spread through the forest were testaments to the fantastic architectural accomplishments and technological achievements of the ancient people who had built them. Despite being covered in vines and shattered by the roots of massive trees, the ruins were often in surprisingly good shape. Many of these structures hid entrances into a vast network of underground plazas, dwellings and temples. Duranna had been exploring these ruins for the past year, looking for a very particular place and artifact. The map she had found in an abandoned temple provided a clue -she hoped ? to what she was trying to find.
Duranna finished her meal, rolled up the map, stuck it into a wooden carrying tube, and hung it over her shoulder. She hung a whistle around her neck. She walked out to the lizard bird, waiting patiently for her. She climbed onto Elora?s back, ran her hands gently down the creature?s grizzled neck, then blew the whistle in a ululating rhythm. The bird responded immediately wiith an answering squawk. It ran for the edge of the mesa at high speed, its wings tucked into its sides. It plunged off the side of the stone tower and, an instant later, spread its leathery wings wide.
Duranna and Elora soared over the jungle. The beautiful woman picked out the turn of the river below, the broken cliffs and ancient, massive trees that served as the geographical markers for her journey. Over the past year, she had gotten to know this area of the jungle very well, but where she was going today was well beyond her usual exploration zone. The map indicated an area a further 30 minute flight to the south. She examined the ground below with a keen eye, trying to match the formations of the jungle to the grids laid out in the map. She smiled as she began to see patterns of vegetative growth that traced the lines depicted in the map. She never would have seen this without the guidance of the parchment or the advantage of an aerial view.
Duranna spotted a clearing and directed Elora towards the open space. It was beside a brook and offered a place for the giant bird to run and leap so that she could take off easily later. Duranna knew that following the brook should lead her to the pavilion she was trying to find. If she was interpreting the map correctly, the lower levels of the pavilion might be hiding another piece of the puzzle she needed to reach her goal.
Carrying only the short wooden tube strung over her shoulder, Duranna followed the brook into the deep forest. She walked in the water in her bare feet. It was not deep and the bottom of the stream was surprisingly smooth and firm. After traveling for half an hour, the beautiful woman came onto a solid rock face rising vertically out of the jungle. Built into the rock was an ancient building, its smooth pillars and solid lines easily visible despite the surrounding vegetation. The brook was flowing directly out of the structure. As Duranna drew near, she could make out a rectangular entrance boring into the side of the cliff. The blonde woman carefully entered the dark doorway, her eyes picking out glyphs and pictograms carved into the walls. She pulled a tiny flashlight out of the tube she was carrying and used it to examine the writing. She was able to read most of it. Her heart began to thump harder in her bountiful chest. If the writing was correct, if she was interpreting it correctly, Duranna realized she might be close to the end of her quest.
FIVE YEARS EARLIER:
Duranna grunted and gasped, rolling her hips, as she rode the man under her. Her tight, wet **** was stretched to its limit around the man?s enormous ****. The beautiful blonde was fully impaled on the man?s meaty spear and she was enjoying the experience immensely. She squeezed his massive shaft tightly with her ******l muscles, massaging the length of his swollen *****, which was buried balls-deep inside of her. Duranna?s tuft of pubic hair was tightly twined with the bush of the man below her. The man moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips as he spasmed. He reached up and filled his hands with Duranna?s bouncing **** and squeezed the thick meat desperately, gripping and kneading the succulent mounds. He sat up and began sucking her massive ****, biting gently at the swollen ******s, until he lay back down and lowered his hands to feel her rippling belly. Duranna ran her hands through her thick golden hair, panting with effort as she worked her *** and hips. Her abs flexed enticingly. Her incredible body writhed sinuously, twisting in ecstasy atop the massive meat spear filling her loins. Sweat dripped from her enflamed ******s and streaked her lush, muscled torso, glistening on her soft skin like jewels. She dug her fingers into the man?s muscular chest, returning his grip on her ****.
Duranna and the man had been at this a long time. Usually, her clients paid for an hour of her time. Most lasted a few minutes, at best. This man had paid for three hours and, so far, had managed to keep his ***** as hard as a rock for more than an hour. Combined with his ****?s amazing girth and length, it was a remarkable performance and Duranna was starting to feel the challenge of getting this man off. To her amazement, she felt herself on the edge of a truly powerful ******, something that rarely happened to her when she was fulfilling her professional responsibilities. True, she had ******* all the time in her work. One of the reasons she had no qualms about being a prostitute on this world was because she came from a sexually voracious species and the regular ****ing she got on the job helped to take the edge off her natural erotic hunger. But the climax building inside of her now was truly of mind-shattering intensity.
?Nnnnngggghhhh,? the man moaned. ?Oh god,? he cried. Duranna felt him tremble under her, a deep shudder that ran the whole length of his body. He was about to have an amazingly powerful ejaculation. The man bucked his hips harder, then rolled Duranna under him. Crushing her **** with his chest, covering her sweaty body with his own, the man thrust into her like a jackhammer, pulling back then ramming forward, driving into her again and again. Duranna moved her hips opposite to his, so that she met his thrusts with her own. The room echoed with the sound of firm flesh beating together like a drum, with the slap of the man?s balls colliding with the woman?s *** below her *****. Duranna felt her own intense ****** coming on. The man gripped her by her perfect buttocks and squeezed tight. She grabbed him by his *** and pulled him in harder. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and she held on, locking her body to the man?s, jerking her hips and squeezing with her ****.
?UNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!? the man cried out as he ejaculated powerfully once, twice, three times, each reload an excruciating blast of pleasure.
Duranna felt the flood of hot *** inside her **** and it was just enough to push her over the edge. She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs around the man?s thrusting hips, bucking hard. An explosion of orgasmic delight roared away from her burning ****, filling her voluptuous body, curling her toes in ecstasy.
?****, YES, YES, YESSSSSS!!? she screamed, not needing to fake her response.
Duranna and her client thrashed and writhed, their muscles tensed and strained as the sexual pleasure burned through their bodies. Finally, the delicious sensations abated. Panting, soaked in sweat, the man and woman lay tangled, the man?s considerable mass crushing down on Duranna?s luscious body. She did not mind. Duranna floated in the afterglow, enjoying the heat and weight of her customer pressing her into the bed.
After a few minutes, the muscular man groaned and rolled off of the voluptuous woman. His massive shaft withdrew from her sucking **** with a wet pop. A thick strand of *** linked their hot genitals.
?My god,? the man grunted. ?That was fantastic! You are every bit as good as your reputation. You are worth every penny I?ve paid for you! In fact, I think that you are not charging enough!?
?You are pretty good yourself,? Duranna replied, rolling onto her side and propping up her head on one hand. She ran her fingers over the man?s chest and down his belly to his ****, which was wet and thick, even if it had lost much of its hardness. She wrapped her warm hand around the fat, ***-slimed member and noted that the ***** was so thick her fingers could get only two-thirds around. She squeezed the turgid shaft and smiled as she felt it start to pulse and harden once more. ?Do you think you?re up for round two??
?Not just yet, but I will be soon,? the man promised.
?Here, let me help,? Duranna purred. She got to her knees on the bed beside the man but facing down his body and leaned over his shaft. The growing member was too large to fit in her mouth, but she licked the tip of the sensitive head, running her tongue on the edge of his *****? hole, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. The ***** was soon at full size, thrusting up from the man?s lap like a ten-inch spike. Duranna?s hand rubbed and teased the **** with friction and her mouth covered as much of the ***** head as she could, her tongue working the shaft expertly. The man groaned and gasped, his body shuddering. His hand played with Duranna?s *** and ****, stroking and probing her bodily orifices even as she sucked and ate him up to another explosion of exquisite agony. It took Duranna more than 20 minutes, but she finally finished him, her mouth locked tight over the top of his dick, sucking and drinking back his hot, sticky ejaculate as he came again and again. Her hands were wrapped around his ****, massaging and teasing, squeezing and cutting off the flow of *** before releasing it again. When he finally stopped cumming, the man collapsed, his body trembling, his voice quavering as he moaned in unbelievable pleasure.
Duranna smiled as she fell onto the bed beside him. Her nether regions were burning, supremely aroused from the attention her client had given to them, but she could live with the pleasant ache, especially since she was sure it would soon be satisfied. She swallowed back the *** filling her mouth, enjoying the taste. He had ejaculated so much and so hard that, for a moment, Duranna had not been sure she could take it all. Whoever this man was, he was certainly performing at a sexual level she rarely encountered. She was curious about this.
?So, what is your job?? she asked. The man needed more time to reload but, unlike many of Duranna?s clientele, he showed no signs of drifting off to sleep after his balls had been drained.
?I?m an archaeologist,? he explained. ?My name is Dellmon.?
?Hello, Dellmon,? Duranna smiled. ?I?m Duranna.?
?God, yes, I know,? he said enthusiastically. Duranna found the man?s strangely na?ve behavior appealing, though she suspected that he did not have much contact with other people. His next words confirmed this. ?I?ve been hearing about you for a few years now, but I?ve been alone in the field for so long, I did not have time to come in and see if the rumors were true. But they were!?
?So, how long were you out in the field by yourself??
?About six months, this last time. I?ve mastered a technique where I save up my sexual energy the whole time I?m out and then I can let it all go when I get back to civilization.?
?Really?? Duranna asked. She had never heard of such a thing but she could not deny that his sexual stamina and the sheer amount of *** he was producing did feel like the cumulative energy of a man who had not released sexual tension in a long time.
?Yeah, I learned the technique several years ago. I specialize in old documents and writings. I found out how to do this in something I read in an old scroll in the temple of Erossia in Balaman.?
Duranna frowned. Erossia was a well known goddess of the erotic arts, though her origins were in the country of Balaman, a great distance from here. Even so, her fame had spread. A few shrines to the goddess were in every brothel in the city, including this one.
?Well, if you?ve discovered the secret of spectacular sex, you should market it,? the woman smiled. ?You would make a fortune.?
?I probably will,? Dellmon replied, ?But learning how to do it is quite difficult and does require a lot of patience and self-control. For now, I?m busy on another project.?
?What?s that?? Duranna asked. She was genuinely interested. One of the things that had made her life bearable on this primitive world was reading and learning. She was always keen to pick up new snippets of knowledge. Professionally, such information came in handy if she was put in situations that required her to attend up-scale parties and events.
?Let me show you.? The man hopped out of the bed. Duranna watched him go, impressed at his musculature and the ease with which he moved. Dellmon was a handsome, dark-skinned man who looked middle-aged, but he moved with the vigor of a young man. Duranna wondered if this was connected to his sexual technique. The man went to where he had left his clothing and a pack. He pulled a wooden tube out of his pack and returned to the bed. He pulled a sheaf of rolled up parchment out of the tube and smoothed the papers out on the bedsheets. The parchments were diverse. Some showed pictures and blueprints of elaborate architectural structures. Some were maps. Others were covered in arcane writing. Duranna immediately noticed one of the pieces of writing. Her heart began to pound as she gingerly fished it out from among the others.
?What?s this?? she asked.
?I don?t know,? said Dellmon. ?It?s in a language that I have not been able to decipher. So far, I can?t find any record of it either, but I have not really looked hard. I got that parchment with a trove of other papers and I find it intriguing. It?s as old as the other documents but it seems to be made of some uniquely durable material. I?ll get around to investigating it eventually. For now, I?ve been more focused on this.?
He showed her a map and picture of an archaeological site and began to explain his quest for a long-lost, possibly mythical city. Duranna played along, but her mind was focused on the mysterious document and its indecipherable writing. It was not indecipherable at all, at least not to her. It was the written language of her people.
Duranna bundled the parchments up and pushed them off the bed. She climbed onto Dellmon?s lap. Immediately, his massive shaft began to swell to its full enormous size. ?Let?s put all this aside for now,? Duranna smiled. ?You?ve got less than two hours left and I want to be absolutely sure you get every minute of your money?s worth.? She smiled wider. ?And I want to be sure I get every drop of *** in that beautiful big ****.?
Dellmon impressed Duranna yet again with his amazing sexual stamina. She threw all of her erotic skill into making him *** as hard as he could, but it was still more than another hour before she finally managed to exhaust him. He succeeded in getting her to earth-shaking ******* three more times.
As the archaeologist slept, his body finally drained of enough of its vitality, Duranna crawled out of the bed. Her ***** was pleasantly sore, distended from having to accommodate the archaeologist?s enormous **** and his pounding, driving thrusts. She examined the parchments scattered on the floor. She picked up the one document of interest to her and took it to the desk across the room. Placing it on the desk, she sat on the chair. Her ***** was dripping and she knew she would leave a wet spot on the chair cushion, but that was a small price to pay for the information she had in front of her now. She cleared her mind and concentrated on memorizing every detail of the document. One of her gifts was a photographic memory when she focused and she put it to good use now.
A few minutes later, Dellmon came awake with a start. Duranna was sucking his balls, gently but insistently, and stroking his rapidly swelling ****. The man looked at a clock on the wall, prominently displayed so that clients could not lose track of the time. ?I?m almost out of time,? he croaked, his throat dry.
?Don?t worry,? Duranna smiled at him, then spat a dollop of spit onto his ****. Her tongue played on the rounded head of his *****, pushing around the saliva. ?The next hour is on the house. It?s my treat.?
The man gratefully put his head on the pillow and lay back, content to accept the ecstasy he was being offered. Duranna slowly, carefully, sucked on his *****, using her tongue to tease the delicate flesh, gently cupping and caressing his sensitive scrotum until his **** had swollen to a rigid shaft of meat. She lowered her head further, took his balls into her mouth, and sucked gently, just on the edge of applying too much pressure, sending a surge of pleasure through his burning genitals.
?Unnnnngggghhhh,? Dellmon groaned, his body shuddering with the sensations.
Duranna smiled and sat up. She squatted over the man, aiming his monstrously engorged shaft at her dripping, steaming ****, and sat down on the meaty spear, gratefully impaling herself on Dellmon?s enormous member. The thick meat slid slowly, deliciously, up into her tight, hot ****hole, spreading and forcing her taut ****** apart all the way in. The sensation was exquisite and Durrana smiled as she sat on the man?s lap, his **** shoved balls-deep into her taut ****. She leaned back, her hands on his shins, and worked her body sinuously, sliding herself up and down the monstrous *****, thrusting down and squeezing, squeezing, then releasing the rock-hard shaft. The room filled with the wet sound of Duranna?s juiced-up ***** sucking and squelching as she ****ed her client. Her massive **** bounced deliciously and Dellmon reached up to knead and massage Duranna?s jolting breasts.
Duranna rode Dellmon as hard as she could, using her position to keep his **** from exploding with ***, building and building the tension in his body until every one of his muscles was quivering and the man was moaning, crying out with pleasure and the burning need for release. Still, she kept him from going off, leaning further back, keeping his ***** at just the right angle that it could not ejaculate. She did this for herself as much as for her client. Her swollen **** was throbbing uncontrollably and she could feel she was close to frighteningly powerful ****** of her own.
After nearly an hour, when both of them were slicked with sweat and their cries of pleasure were harmonizing, Duranna finally let the man go. Their cries became shouts of ecstasy as Duranna and the archaeologist came together, his hot *** jetting up into her like a geyser. Duranna jerked her hips and ran her hands over her throbbing breasts and raked them through her wild hair, screaming out in joy as she came once, twice, three times, each climax more powerful than the one before.
As she collapsed onto her sobbing client, Duranna smiled to herself. She had given him the best **** of his life as a reward for inadvertently delivering to her the possible means of escape. She could not thank him enough.
That night, in the privacy of her quarters, Duranna committed to paper all she remembered from the document. A week later, she gathered up her few belongings and all of the considerable amount of money she had saved over ten years as one of the most popular prostitutes in the city and left on the quest that had consumed her life ever since. Following clues from place to place, traveling the world, having adventures and numerous sexual encounters along the way, she gradually made her way to the lush, humid jungle she was in now. She explored the jungle and the ancient ruins concealed within it and came closer and closer to the end of her voyage.
PRESENT DAY:
Duranna walked deeper into the abandoned ruin. The stone walls and ornate rock carvings spoke to its previous existence as a temple to a revered deity. She found a large staircase that led into the bowels of the building. She soon discovered the source of the brook, a giant spring filling a huge pool in the floor of the structure, pouring out the entrance as a waterfall. She continued to explore. The sign she had found when she first entered the structure appeared to be what had been indicated by the map she had found days before in another ruin. Now, she just had to find whatever additional clue that could be found in this temple to point her onto the next step in her quest.
Duranna explored the subterranean temple for more than two hours. She wandered the abandoned corridors, overrun by vegetation and roots trailing down from the vast forest above. She realized there were no animals about. She was surprised by this. These ruins had been abandoned for centuries and should be ideal nests for all manner of jungle creature. All the other ruins she had explored in this jungle had been utilized by numerous species of plants, animals, insects and mutants, many of them very dangerous. Something was different about this space, something was keeping them away. That fact gave her a spike of hope. If the ancient people who built this city had gone to the trouble of protecting this building even as they abandoned their metropolis, then they had left something here they wanted to protect.
Duranna entered a large open space, a room whose ceiling was at least 20 meters above her head. The far wall was another 100 meters on the other side of a slab rock floor. Sunlight filtered in from holes in the ceiling where the rock had collapsed. She realized that she could probably leave the temple through one of those holes, as a crumbling staircase across the auditorium reached a stone balcony that looked just high enough to access the ceiling. As she considered this, something caught her eye. The symbol she had seen on the sign at the entrance was etched on the wall across from her. She approached carefully. In different places, the floor had fallen through to the depths below. When she got close enough, she saw that the symbol was above a closed oval door. She looked around for something to open the door and found a stone button carved into the wall beside the access. When she pushed it, she was amazed to find the door opening smoothly and soundlessly. Beyond, a gentle blue glow illuminated the darkness.
Duranna entered the room cautiously. At first, she was not sure where the blue glow was coming from, but soon detected glowing algae along one wall and part of the ceiling. The room was sealed off but the air was fresh, indicating it was open to the outside somewhere. When she looked more closely, she saw and heard a stream of water trickling through a wide stone trough running along the same wall covered in glowing algae. The water looked fresh and clean and flowed steadily in through a spout on the far wall then exited the room through a pipe. The floor was a fine sand that felt good on her bare feet. As she stood in the doorway, some of the algae began to shift in color, changing from a subdued blue to a piercing yellow, creating a light similar to diffuse sunlight. The room brightened a bit.
Standing directly in front of Duranna was a large rectangular object, seemingly shaped from metal, maybe 3 meters high by 5 meters across. For a moment, she thought that she was looking at a giant mirror. She could see herself clearly in the flat, smooth surface. She realized that there seemed to be smoke swirling inside the mirror, distorting her image. She turned off her light. The movement in the glass-like wall became easier to see but it also began to intensify. Duranna?s reflection faded from sight, replaced only by the swirling patterns of energy. Duranna was mesmerized. Whatever she was looking at was not a ruin. It was an operational artifact. Her heart was pounding. Had she finally found the gate that she had been seeking for five years? Was this it?
She walked closer and saw hieroglyphic writing on the side of the frame. Her heart in her throat, she directed her light at the markings. They were in her language. They were an incantation and instructions on how to communicate with the device.
Duranna turned off her light and steadied herself. She could not believe what was happening. She had found the gate ? or, at least, she thought she had. When her people had abandoned their cities and civilization on this planet centuries before, they left behind gates back to their homeworld for the stragglers or wanderers who might need them. But the gates were hidden and the clues to their locations needed to be decoded. Years before, Duranna?s spacecraft had crashed on this planet. Until she read Dellmon?s parchment, she had no idea that her people had a history with this world. But she could not be sure where this gate would lead. Millennia before, Duranna?s people had broken up into many different factions and scattered across the galaxies. From the language on the parchment, she could tell the branch that had built the gate was not far removed from her own, but it was still a different colony. Even so, these explorers had left behind a way for their people to escape this world. Duranna hoped they would welcome her, a distant cousin.
The first parchment Duranna had obtained from Dellmon, her archaeologist client, had hinted at this gate. And now, here it was. Her way off and away from this primitive world. She had to test it. Duranna read the incantation and the instructions. They were simple. She was to press her the palms of her hands directly on the mirror and utter a phrase in her ancient language that translated to ?open the door, open the gate, find me worthy of your grace.?
Duranna put her light back in her carrying tube and placed the tube beside the door. She walked directly to the center of the mirror. She closed her eyes, calmed her nerves. She threw back her shoulders, thrusting out her beautiful, bountiful ****. An errant whisper of wind played on her bare midriff, stirring the hot air. She placed the palms of her hands directly on the mirror. It felt cool on her flesh.
?Open the door, open the gate, find me worthy of your grace,? she intoned in her native language. She immediately felt the tickling of electricity on her palms. The roiling clouds of energy in the mirror grew more animated. For a minute, nothing else happened. Duranna wondered if she should repeat the incantation. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands press palm to palm and finger to finger with her own. She gasped. The other pair of hands were exactly the same size as her?s; she wondered, for a moment, if she was just feeling the electrical effect more intensely. Then the fingers on the other hands shifted and closed around her hands. Instantly, Duranna did the same. She and the invisible woman on the other side of the mirror were holding hands, palm to palm, fingers interlaced. This gesture felt incredibly erotic and Duranna shuddered at a thrill of electricity in her ****.
Duranna pushed back her fear and her feelings of sexual arousal and took a slow step back. The mirror figure?s arms extended from the glass-like surface. The arms were beautiful, perfectly muscled, the skin deeply tanned, like her own. Duranna took another slow step back. Slowly, a stunningly gorgeous woman emerged from the mirror. Her powerful, bare legs appeared at the same time as a magnificent pair of naked ****. The woman?s breasts were perfect, huge and brown ******d, centered around chocolate areolae. A moment later, her smooth, muscular belly and wide, powerful hips appeared, along with her beautiful face.
For a moment, Duranna wondered if the mirror truly was acting as a distorted reflection, simulating something that looked almost identical to her in some ways but different in others. The woman in front of her was completely nude and her face, while just as beautiful as Duranna?s, was distinct in its features. Her hair was black and straight, the same length as Duranna?s. Their incredibly voluptuous bodies were virtually identical. Duranna?s eyes swept over this gorgeous woman. They were still holding hands, gripping each other tightly, but the woman smiled. Her smile did not touch her eyes. Duranna instantly felt that she was in the presence of someone who had taken an immediate and powerful dislike to her.
The women stood like this for almost a minute, two beautiful women, their fingers intertwined, their hands pressed palm to palm, their arms extended in front of them. The black-haired beauty was completely nude and spectacularly voluptuous. The other woman was blonde and dressed in a tiny tank top, a thong, and skin tight leggings that extended mid-thigh to her ankles. But the blonde was every bit as beautiful and voluptuous as her dark-haired counterpart. Duranna found herself thinking of this woman as her rival, as some kind of competitor.
The woman finally spoke, using the language of Duranna?s people. She released Duranna?s hands at the same time. Both women let their arms drop to their sides.
?I am Allanar, the Guardian of the Gate. Who are you, woman??
?I am Duranna. I am of our people. I have wandered this world for many years, looking for a way off this world, a way back home. I have been searching for this gate for five years. I have finally found it. I beg that you grant me passage through the gate and back to the world of our people.?
Allanar smiled. ?You speak like us and you look like us, but you are a different branch of the family. Our world is not yours. You must prove that you are worthy to cross over.?
?What do you mean?? Duranna was confused. She suddenly had the horrible sense that her five year quest might end right here, right now, because this woman was standing in her way.
?Are you worthy of the grace that the gate offers? Many of our people are scattered across the galaxy, from many branches of the family. We cannot allow all of them through to our world. There must be tests. Only those who can prove that they are worthy of the gift are allowed through the gate. What will you do to prove that you are worthy??
?What would you have me do?? Duranna asked, trying to keep from screaming in frustration and anger. She had worked so hard getting to this point, following well-hidden clues scattered all over the world. To come so close to achieving her goal only to fail now was a possibility too horrible to contemplate.
The only light in the huge, dark room emanated from the glowing blue algae lining the wall. The yellow glow had faded and the room was cast back into a blue twilight. The mirror-gate had gone completely dark, an obsidian sheet that acted even more like a true mirror. Duranna glanced in the mirror at the other woman?s perfect ***, a perfect reflection of her own.
The woman stood in silence in the semi-darkness for another moment. Duranna forced back her impatience and her anger. She could not afford to alienate this *****. She just hoped that the test she was given was perfunctory, or at least something she could pass.
Allanar, the Guardian, began to slowly walk around Duranna, circling her like a predator. Duranna felt she should stay where she was. The woman examined her body, evaluating her. Duranna had no doubts about her body, her incredible beauty. But it had been a long time since she was in the presence of a woman as beautiful and voluptuous as she was, her equal in every way. She began to wonder if Allanar was thinking the same thing. Maybe the Guardian found her threatening. She began to sense where this test might be going.
Allanar, standing behind Duranna, ran her hands along Duranna?s bare ***. Duranna grunted, but stayed still. The black haired woman pressed and kneaded the taut flesh and traced Duranna?s thong into her *** crack. She ran her hands up Duranna?s hips and pressed her naked body into Duranna?s back. Duranna felt the weight of the woman?s **** on her back, the tantalizing thrill of rock hard ******s scoring her flesh. Still, the blonde stood unmoving, even as her body began to burn with electricity. Everywhere Allanar touched sizzled with erotic power.
Allanar slipped her hands up Duranna?s smooth belly, using an index finger to probe the blonde?s navel, and slipped them under the cloth of the blonde?s sparse tank top. The woman cupped and gently kneaded and weighed the blonde?s massive ****, running her palms over Duranna?s thick ******s. Duranna grunted then gasped as the pleasure surged through her, but she restrained herself. She felt Allanar?s breath hot on her neck, then shuddered as the woman ran her tongue over Duranna?s salty flesh. The dark-haired woman?s hand released one of Duranna?s thick, heavy tist and slid down her flat, taut belly to the seal of her thong, low on her *****. Allanar?s hand slipped into Duranna?s thong, combing through the tuft of sculpted public hair, to slide deliciously onto the blonde?s throbbing pudenda. Duranna gasped as Allanar cupped her *****, squeezing the hot flesh gently, before running her middle finger along Duranna?s tight, wet slit. The blonde woman felt her legs go weak and she feared she might gush into the brunette?s caressing hand. Her **** ached and burned, pulsing with her heart, swelling with hunger.
Allanar released Duranna after a moment and came to stand in front of her once more. The woman?s ******s were hard, Duranna saw, her **** looked swollen with arousal, and her chest heaved with her gentle panting. Her thick-lipped genitals glistened. The black haired woman?s eyes glowed with heat.
?Your test is simple, Duranna. I want you to **** me, right here and now. If you make me *** before I make you ***, you have proven yourself worthy and I will take you across. If I make you *** first, you are not worthy and this gate will never open to you. Do you accept these terms??
Duranna glared at the beautiful ***** in front of her. She was not surprised at the challenge. Women in her world often settled their disputes using their bodies, their sexes, to battle and determine superiority. Her eyes swept over the ****?s magnificent body. She felt the fire burning in her own nether regions, the heat pulsing in her ****. In her heart, anger and raging lust fought for dominance. Duranna reached up, crossed her arms over her bulging chest, and pulled up her tank top. The white cloth caught her massive **** as she pulled it up, then released the meaty mounds. Duranna?s **** bounced as they fell back to her chest. She threw the tank top aside. Duranna slipped her thong off her hips and let the scrap of cloth fall to her feet. She kicked it away.
Duranna stood before Allanar, nude except for the white stockings sheathing part of her legs. The women glared at each other, their intense mutual dislike tempered by their even greater mutual lust.
?I?m going to **** you into the ground, you *****,? Duranna finally replied.
Allanar smiled. ?No one has yet, you little ****. My **** remains undefeated. And you are not going to be the first to beat me.?
?Let?s find out.?
?Yes,? the black-haired beauty whispered, her voice thick. ?Let?s find out.?
Allanar?s eyes glowed with animal lust, a deep, ravenous hunger reflected in Duranna?s blue eyes. The women smiled savagely at each other. They reveled in their shared, overpowering lust. They rejoiced in their mutual hatred. They wanted the other?s body, they wanted to match their incredible forms to each other in every way and prove which of them was the better woman. The nude women reached for each other, eager to begin their **** contest.
To be continued:
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