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Set in a place that is reminiscent of ancient Arabia - Sultana chronicles the turbulent adventures and sexual intrigue in an ancient kingdom, ruled by a powerful, ruthless and beautiful woman. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Apr 16, 2014    Reads: 240    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

Priests are allowed to make love. They may be dedicated to their priestly profession, but they are allowed to make love. Especially if they were as handsome as him. He wore golden curls on his head, and had a bronzed body that was reminiscent of the Sun God. Lust inundated the very foundations of her mind when she glimpsed him for the first time. And the second time. And the third. And every time hence.

So they made love everywhere, whenever he was free from his priestly duties. He performed his sacred rites when the time arose, and then exited the temple and came to her. His cock was always hard and always seeking the dripping tunnel between her thighs. They always reached their climax together, while playing with each others bodies in fantastic new ways each day.

One day, however, the deluge of lust stormed those last foundations of mental reasoning, and there was both sex and trouble at hand. She ran into his temple, when he was preparing for his ritual, and entreated him to take her then and there. He wouldn't hear of it at first, but she begged him, and told him how she would die if she didn't enjoy union with him just then.

Then as he stormed her sanctum sanctorum with his penis, a pure form that radiated energy and wisdom stormed the sanctum sanctorum of the temple where they were making love. The being of pure energy who was the Goddess expected her priest to be worshiping her, but he was making love to a woman inside the holiest of holies.

It was then that the terrible words came upon the lips of the Goddess. They heard a thunderclap when she spoke, and she pointed at her priest and converted him into a creature that could be compared to Leviathans from the deepest recesses of the netherworld. She pointed at her, and converted her into a being whose serpentine form would inspire terror for all eternity.

Then, as quick as a beam of light, the Goddess vanished, and their entreaties for forgiveness rang through empty air in harsh tongues that sounded more like tempestuous roars than their erstwhile human voices.


Hypatia saw something hidden within her brother's robes that he had secreted away in his quarters. This was her house after all, and as his elder sister it was her duty to keep him out of trouble. So she checked his quarters.

It was parchment. It was ancient parchment written in a tongue that she did not understand. It wasn't alone however. He had nearly a hundred such parchments with different designs and images on them. She didn't know what to make of it.

There were images of fire breathing serpents, and red skinned beings with horns and tridents. What caught her attention, however, was a striking image of a being that was a woman until her waist, and a serpent below.


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