(Biseuxal, group play)
Magnificent Mirjam
By Jacqueline Applebee
In my country, the law forces everyone to worship the great and mighty Pharaoh. The penalty for not complying with this rule is severe, so everyone obeys. Everyone that is, except for me. I worship Mirjam. My goddess does not live in the clouds. She is not a deity who takes us away when we die. My goddess is a flesh-and-blood woman. She is real, and I adore her with every ounce of my being.
Girl children were not valued in the time when I was born. In my homeland, females are seen as weak, and the young were of even less consequence. Everything changed for me though when I was six years old; an elderly traveller came to my home. He stayed with us through the planting season, and he told me tales of a queen who lived in a land far to the North. Through his stories, I learned his beliefs, and took on the reverence he held for all women. The traveller would describe the goddess Mirjam in detail, from the texture of her long dark hair, to the taste of her kisses, and the strength of her love.
“May the touch of the goddess bring you joy.” The traveller's words were like a benediction to me, and he always whispered her name with a hushed respect. The myths of her power shaped my mind. If only I could find her, she would teach me how to be strong. I longed to feel her power.
When the traveller left our home, I went with him. My family tried to give him a gold coin for taking their burden from them, but he refused to accept it. I called the traveller, "Uncle," and he called me, “Little Princess.” I felt safe with my Uncle; his love of the women we encountered on our journey opened my eyes to many things, but he always cared for me well; he treated me as if I were precious, and not a burden at all. I grew to love my friend dearly, and was always happy as we travelled, searching for Mirjam. Then one cold day I awoke, but my Uncle did not. I wept until the silver moon rose in the sky, and then I walked alone, carrying his stories of Mirjam with me.
I wandered far on my pilgrimage to find her, leaving the hot dry lands of my birth. I walked through unknown regions, where the people were tall, pale, and curious to speak with strangers. The stories I heard as I travelled were just as wild as the ones from my youth, but they became more explicit over time. A market trader told me that he dreamt of Mirjam once -- she had kissed him as he slept, and just the effect of her lips upon his skin, left his cock so hard that he was unable to walk the next morning. Farmers in the fields told me of how they would offer up sacrifices to Mirjam every harvest, by having wild sex in the meadows. Every year their crops were bountiful, sweet and full-bodied. It was from them, that I first heard the phrase, "Magnificent Mirjam." I pictured a ripe juicy woman, with the power to affect the elements. I licked my lips, and widened my search.
At night, I sheltered in quiet places. I lay with one hand pulling on my nipples, with the other hand between my legs. I teased my wet lips, and I imagined Mirjam's touch replaced mine. I saw blue eyes and a happy smile in the dark. I heard an accented voice, telling me to press harder, to open myself to her fully. I came almost every night with Mirjam's name on my tongue, like a kiss. The touch of the goddess brought me a passion that kept me warm as the weather grew colder.
In the winter, I found a man lying at the foot of a cliff; he hadn't fallen -- he had jumped. As I cradled his head in my lap, he told me how Mirjam had taken him as her lover a long time ago. He had grown old as the years passed, but she had somehow stayed young and voracious. He told me how her appetite for sex knew no bounds, and that he had been so afraid of disappointing her, that he had decided to end it all instead. He died with a smile on his face.
I came across more men in various states as I climbed higher up the mountains. Some men had been overwhelmed by the strength of the goddess, whilst others had been unable to even penetrate her -- she had drained them of every last drop of their come, without even touching their bodies. Tales of amazing never-ending orgasms littered the landscape. I followed the trail, desperately seeking Mirjam. I longed for just a touch of her might.
I entered a cave when it began to snow; the freezing weather made me explore the darkness in search of shelter. I was lucky, and I spied a fire deep within, with a man sitting around its warmth. He looked up at me as I approached, and then gazed back at the flickering flames.
"Another fan of Mirjam?" he said dismissively. "Good luck! I've travelled from the shores of Albion , and I've seen nothing of her.”
“What about those men on the mountainside?" I pointed back to the mouth of the cave.
“Those weak fools are no match for a woman like Mirjam. They've all tried to conquer her, but I have a few tricks to get her yet!”
"What are you planning?" I asked worriedly.
"Most men would use their strength on a woman, but I want to soothe her instead." He opened a small wooden box, and showed me dozens of little bottles inside. "This is my secret weapon,” he said proudly. “Each of these little vials holds fragrant oils. Once she's relaxed and soothed, she'll do anything I want." He smiled to himself as he spoke, but when he saw my concerned face, he continued. "I don't want to hurt Mirjam; I just want her to appreciate my unique skills."
I imagined that this man had just as much chance as her other lovers, but I said nothing as I fell asleep, huddled around the fire.
When I awoke, I was startled that the dark cave had been transformed whilst I slept. I looked around in wonder; I was inside a grand palace, with high ceilings bedecked with gold. Thin embroidered drapes hung from the wall, and upon each one, lay a royal crest, of a woman's open legs, with the sun shining from the centre of her sex.
A throne stood in the middle of the room, and I approached hesitantly from the rear. As I walked closer, I could see that someone was tied to the chair. A naked woman sat there, with her eyes closed, as if sleeping. I just knew it was Mirjam; she was even more beautiful in real life than I could have imagined. Everything about her said, "Goddess," even if thick ropes restrained her on the throne. I wondered who could have done this, and stood ready for some unseen assailant.
"He thought he could tame me," Mirjam's smooth voice made me jump with surprise. She opened her bright blue eyes, and winked at me. "He tied me up, and told me that I would learn my place as a woman, but I showed him exactly what a woman can do." Mirjam began to laugh as she spoke. She nodded her head to a spot in the distance, to a naked man lying on the floor.
"How did you do that?" I gulped the words.
"I sucked his cock. The fool thought I couldn't harm him; since I was tied up, but it just takes one kiss …" she purred.
I walked over to the man on the floor. He had a huge smile on his face, but he was still unconscious. I turned back to face Mirjam.
“Let me free you, my goddess,” I said, but she shook her head.
“I have had enough,” she sighed. “I think I will stay here until people stop believing in me, and that will be that. If no one remembers me, I will no longer exist.”
“Don't give up!” I begged. “You don't know what it's like to be powerless, to be dismissed as a silly little girl, even when you're fully grown. Teach me how to be like you, Mirjam."
She seemed to consider this for a moment, and then she flexed her arms, and the rope bonds fell from her.
“You,” she called out to my fellow traveller. “What is your name?”
“My name is David. I've come a long way to serve you, my queen.”
“Stand in the corner, David. Do not touch yourself,” she commanded. David obeyed as if hypnotised.
“It's been a while since I joined with a woman,” she purred, turning to me. “Are you sure you want to share my power?”
I had travelled so far and experienced so much, but I still hesitated before I nodded in agreement, and hastily pulled my clothes off. Miriam circled me, taking in the sight of my naked body. I felt so nervous, but I took a breath, and was brave for her.
“May my touch bring you joy,” she spoke the soft words into my ear. Mirjam laid her hand on my shoulders, and I felt warmth there. I felt the hidden power of women, all over the world. I sensed the millions of females, who had been ignored and silenced. I felt the passion from so many women, who had hidden their true strength in order to be accepted as useful and worthy. They all gave me their energy; I felt their strength flow through Mirjam and into me.
My clitoris and my heart both swelled with pulsing heat. I gasped at the overpowering sensations, but my faith did not fail me. Mirjam kissed me slowly, and her tongue reached all the way to the back of my mouth. She breathed fire into me; made me smoulder like incense, and I inhaled the strange smoky perfume right into my lungs. I felt her mouth travel all over my body, lapping across my skin like a cat. I cried out as her tongue circled, and then plunged inside my pussy. Sharp teeth bit down on my folds, and I tried to jerk away as I felt a sudden intense pain. Mirjam withdrew her face from me, and her lips were stained crimson.
I touched trembling fingers between my legs, and was surprised to feel a thin rod of metal threaded through my clitoris. I had no clue as to why she had pierced me, but as she descended on me once more, I screamed with delight. Her touch brought me so much joy, that it was unbelievable; the metal rod intensified my pleasure until I thought I would faint from the feelings.
“While that piercing stays in place, you will share the power I possess,” she whispered.
I was emboldened by her gift to me, and I kissed her; reverently swept my tongue over her pink skin. I bit and slurped her all over. She moaned and thrust against me as our passion grew. We came at the same time, clutching each other wildly, and then we came again. I had never experienced anything like it; I felt as if the glow of the moon was shining from my sex. I felt like a goddess.
David had been staring at us the whole time. He was hard, but as Mirjam ordered, he had not touched himself.
"You call me a goddess," Mirjam addressed David, and he nodded enthusiastically. "I am but flesh and blood, but I do have unique skills, as do you." David stepped back, aware that Mirjam must have heard his admission the night before.
"I told you not to move," she commanded, and David froze in fear. Mirjam slid up to him, and surprisingly, she sank her teeth into the tunic that David wore. She tugged and pulled until the cloth came away in shreds. She then moved on to his undershirt, ripping the fabric apart with her teeth. David trembled where he stood, and he squeezed his eyes shut, but he stayed in his place.
The sight of Mirjam undressing David in this fashion made me gasp with astonishment, but soon it made me giggle; the fun we could have with this man made me feel excited. I wondered if I could keep him as a toy.
David flinched a little as Mirjam bit the undergarments from his body; I knew how sharp her teeth were, and what damage she could do if she wished, but she did not mark David's flesh. He stood finally naked, surrounded by a mound of tattered cloth. He was blushing, but he was still hard and erect.
"Take him," Mirjam crooned in my ear.
I advanced on David without hesitation, and kissed him slow and deep. He murmured with pleasure, and tried to touch me, but I held him still. My fingers tangled in his short hair, as I pulled him in closer, deepening our kiss. I felt the muscles in my arms contract as I picked him up, and carried him to the throne, wondering where my new strength had come from. I planted myself onto him, with a single, wet push. He sat mesmerised as I pounded and bucked against him. His masculine force became an aphrodisiac that spurred me on faster and faster. I drew out his come, and then I drew out his screams. He kept erupting inside me with white-hot gushes, and still I wanted more. David pleaded with me to stop, but I barely heard him over the sound of my own ecstatic shouts of pleasure. He was unconscious by the time I stepped away from him, but he had a grin etched on his sleeping face.
Mirjam nodded and smiled. "Would you like to travel with me?" she asked, and I could not refuse her; I would never ever dare.
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Now Mirjam and I walk the Earth together as royalty. Wherever we go, men flock to us; they find bliss in our embrace, and they leave us with a new respect for females. Women come to us to be reborn, and we never turn any of them away. I adore Mirjam, and I have kept David around, just for fun. We rule the world together, and travel the globe with the women we have elevated to our status. We are still flesh-and-blood humans, but as far as men are concerned, we make the sun rise every morning, we make the harvest come, and the rains fall. The earth spins on our round hips.
The Pharaohs were forgotten centuries ago, but we special women are remembered still. People may worship new gods, and some worship none at all, but I am happy to serve my goddess. Mirjam is magnificent, and she shall go on forever.
I guarantee it.
© Copyright 2007-2011 Jacqueline Applebee