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The Angel and Priestess: Two Souls Meet

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Mina Anderson

Erin The Egyptian Warrior

Mina Anderson

For a moment I hesitate and slink back into my chair, neatly sliding one nylon coated leg over the other while I peer over my coffee cup at the woman sat across from me, an acquaintance the feels more familiar than she should for some reason. Perhaps it's the warm features but I smile, glance around before smiling and lower my voice as I start to paint a picture for you that part of me suspects, you already know.

So I'm flying through a dawn sky, with a warm breeze on my face, whisping through my hair and fine silks hugging my body... my skin. Sands stretch out as far as I can see, with pyramids scaling up as if they were trying to open the sky. It's breath taking.. but strange. Like... I'm the sinner in this place somehow and I have to be careful. Below me a river winds and shimmer like a brilliant dangerous serpent and I can't resist the chance to swoop down by it's banks and hold up my wings cause in this place and time, I'm angel with a halo that never ceases to light my way. I bend my knees and cup my hands to gather some water. And that... That is when I sense.... her....

Erin The Egyptian Warrior

I sit at my favorite coffee shop having my coffee all by myself .. I gaze at the busy streets with people hurrying to work .. well I am usually one of those people but today I decided to start the day slowly as I woke up with a weird feeling of nostalgia .. like my body is yearning for something in the past but I don't know when or where .. probably even not in this life .. I sip my cup of coffee letting my feelings wash over me and I close my eyes.

I can see myself standing at the outskirts of a temple on the river Nile .. I am wearing the outfit of a high priestess as I feel the morning breeze on my face .. I am performing my morning rituals sending the souls of brave fallen soldiers to the afterlife .. but my soul is troubled and my spiritual connection with them is interrupted as I feel another force .. an entity snatching away the souls of those brave men and women before they find peace in afterlife .. a tear is trickling down on my cheek .. then suddenly I can sense something behind me .. like a ball of light that shined even in the morning sun .. I look back and behold the most breath taking thing my eyes have ever scene .. an angel with fair skin and glowing light .. bending over the river and drinking .. I approach slowly from behind with my heart beating fast .. still not knowing what she is and why is she here

Mina Anderson

I find myself staring across the coffee shop at the woman with elegant features as my mind recalls that dreamy meeting. Perhaps I'm projecting her face onto the woman at the riverbank, I'm not sure, but I remember beauty so soft it took my breath away when I turned to face her. So striking I spill some water drizzling down my chin where it drips across my collar bone and rolls across my skin, leaving a cool, shimmering track edging into the plush valley of my cleavage. It lifts just a little against my silks with a soft intake of breath. Beautiful and saddened, I can see that tear on your cheek and garments, I've come to recognise, you're a priestess of these lands. I am the interloper. "Greetings" I chime in a Latin tongue that none the less you find you can understand. My voice is soft, melodic.. The sweet siren sound that's drawn so many brave souls to dance to my tune like Valkyries of the past use to. "Can you forgive my transgressions knowing the intent is pure.. It is noble?"

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

When you turn to face me, I just stop breathing and it feels my heart stopped for a moment .. that breathtaking beauty, those soul piercing blue eyes and that perfectly sculpted body .. and when you speak in that soft and melodic tone, I am immediately under your spell as I find myself moving towards you without any will of my own .. like a moth drawn to a light .. but then something comes to my mind .. a devastating realization that shook me to my core .. you are the entity that has been luring the souls of the brave fallen men and women .. you are that spirit that my mentor has told me about in her dying days .. Minerva .. I remember my mentor saying your name with trembling lips .. I stop in my place with the look on my face visibly changed "Why are you here, Minerva".

Battle Angel Minerva

You know my name? That alone leaves me taken aback. This priestess, it seems has an understanding of things that are not meant for mortals, that alone is enough to draw me a couple of languid, hipswaying steps closer. My tails of my silks flick one way, then the other, catching in the sun as I move close enough that I can reach out, cupping your chin. "MY mission". I start with a moment of hesitation as I choose my words. "To bring the noblest and brave warriors together in an army to face evils that few mortals could even imagine". I hear the rustle of the river behind me, licking across the sands as it meanders past your temple. "I doubt your ferryman will miss a few fares?"

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

My heart beats even faster as you come closer to me and cup my chin with your delicate yet strong hands .. I look into your perfect face as you explain your mission .. and as I listen to your words, I actually can see how your mission is noble and maybe for the greater good .. you are not that evil being that my mentor told me about .. you are quite the opposite .. I wait till you finish then look at your replying with a calm voice "even if what you are saying is true, Minerva.. the end doesn't justify the means .. those poor souls deserve to rest in the afterlife and it's my lifelong mission to make sure that happens " I push away your hand that is on my chin and take a step back shifting to a fighting stance with my fist clinched "I can't allow you to keep doing this, Minerva".

Battle Angel Minerva

I feel a sense of resignation take hold of my heart but as it drags down on it, something else is rising, flutters of butterfly wings that lift through my bare, elegant core. "I understand priestess". I say with a soft nod that lets me take you in again, in all your abundant glory, from the olive skin that brings out those white silks and rich golds to the hourglass figuire that hints at power as much as it so casually announces a beauty like nothing else I can ever recall. A nervous energy is taking hold of me, making my toes curl into the sands as I step back and mirror your stance under monuments of your gods. They will witness this and no one else. "I hope you can forgive what I have did.. and what I must do". In a heartbeat, I spring forward, dancing and twisting as I thrust out my palm, aimed to strike right into your sternum!

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I watch you as your expression changes from disappointment to resolute determination .. we both believe in our own mission and sacred calling but still can see the merit in the other's mission .. it's just destiny that brought us on this collision course which will almost definitely spell the ending for one of us .. and my chances don't look that good .. you are after all an angel but not just that .. your body is chiseled by the gods with ample curves and a toned core that exudes grace and strength .. and your face is hypnotizing making it difficult to look away from it .. and those graceful strong wings that will definitely be used against me .. maybe I stared at you for too long and got absorbed by your celestial beauty as I am slow to react to your sudden palm strike which hits my sternum with a thud making me gasp and pushes me back .. I struggle to breath for a moment but my training and instinct take over even when my mind is still not present .. as I try to counter almost immediately by a right kicked aimed at your lower ribs.

Battle Angel Minerva

No sooner have I landed the blow, full and fulfilling into your chest than your snap back with a kick so swift it seems unannounced. A crisp, heavy impact that thuds just below and to the side of my breasts with enough force to shudder through my lungs, take my breath and wrench me violently to the side. "gggufffffFF!". You are much more than a simple priestess, that much I sensed, but now I feel it. Both arms wrap around my body tight and nestled into a shelf under the plush swell of my cleavage. I let my instinctively twist melt into a quick pirouette full of ballerina grace and ruthless purpose. One of those swan like wings flicks out and tenses firm as it swings toward as if trying to swat away and irritating fly!

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I manage to counter your attack and kick your in your lower ribs .. as my foot feels your soft flesh buckling and I can see the pain in your angelic face .. she can be hurt and I can inflict pain on her .. perhaps my mission isn't lost and I can fulfill my destiny after all .. but then my hopes come crashing down as you yank your arm away and swat me using your angelic large graceful wing.. it's like fighting someone with 6 limbs with the two extra ones being strong like shield and can be used to add momentum to each of your attacks .. I fly back as my spine impacts against the hard stone of the pillar with pain shooting in my whole mortal body "aghhh" I scream as I barely stop myself from sliding down and falling .. keeping my legs under me barely standing up as I am stunned momentarily.

Battle Angel Minerva

My wing doesn't just knock you back, it kicks up a little tornado of sands around me which film across my skin and even get in my eyes and mouth leaving me parched and stinging with a bleary gaze. Your figure, resolutely still standing is hazy and shifting in and out of focus for me. It's as if the land itself has decided to refuse me every advantage I have. So while you do your best to recover from that spine shuddering impact, I too have to pause long enough to rub my eyes clear leaving them pink and bloodshot and still irratated. But I have the advantage, I must do after that attack, so I close in, shoulders rolling and shifting with purpose while I move with a sway of my hips that lets me balance on uneven, shifting ground til my shadows climbing over your body. Even now, struggling, you are still a breath taking sight, an hourglass adorned in gold that could so easily captivate my mind if I let myself get lost in your curves and style and... I must focus.. I must fight. I must bring one hand forward for your throat even as I draw the other back in a tight fist and pour all my weight, all my force into a cross shooting directly toward your jaw!

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

You swat at my using your wing was so intense that is cause a little sand tornado that gets into your beautiful eyes making them bloody red .. actually that makes you a frightening sight as you march towards me like a vengeful spirit with intent in your now pinkish eyes.. like an angel of death coming to claim my mortal soul .. you hold my throat and your other fist comes crashing into my jaw turning my head violently to the side and makes me spit blood as my I hear the bone cracking under the force of your vengeful fist .. how can something so beautiful, so angelic cause so much pain and suffering .. your attacks renders me dizzy as I am about to fall down but I stop myself from falling just my holding your shoulders as my blurry eyes gaze upon your ample breasts .. "no no I can't let my people down like this " I say in a weak voice as I try to summon my inner strength and use my training to shut out the pain .. I take a deep breath and then with all my strength target my right knee towards your solar plexus then while I am still holding your shoulders, I try to swing my head and attempt to headbutt your perfect face .

Battle Angel Minerva

The impact reverberates back through my forearm with such ferocity I'd know I'd broken something even if I couldn't hear that tell tale, stomach churning crack of your jaw. The spurt of blood confirms it for me, this encounter, surely must be over as a contest. "Don't worry Priestess..." I coo in a voice so soft and intimate that it soothes the soul. There's not reason to make this an ordeal for you, it can be merciful. Your feel my hands on your face, cupping your chin to bring a featherlike support to your jaw. The other slides through your hair, combing it from your face. "I'll make this quick and your ferry man will be there for you.". A soft smile passes across my lips when your hands reach my shoulders, snagging a little on the lace straps of my bra top. I wont begrudge that little comfort and, "I wont try to take you with me". By now my hands on your crown. A sharp twist and it's over for you brave warrioress, if only I hadn't underestimated you so drastically, I wouldn't hesitate. You wouldn't have the chance to counter, but you do and your knee lands unseen across my unprepared gut. "hhnnggGGaaaWW!?!" Your plough deep into my core, making my organs smosh within as I wretch forward open mouthed and wide eyed. Our chests meet for a moment and my hands fall away. I'm right where you want me. There's a flash of understanding between us just before your brow lands right between my eyes and everything erupts in flourishes of blotchy technicolour! I reel backward on my heels as a pink streamer whips high into the air and falls across my face just as I fall onto my ass, legs spread either side of your feet. "uuuhnnn... you... are... st... strong". Much stronger than I expected. I'm still dazed as I place a hand over my face. The other arm cradles my stomach and nudges into the underside of my breasts, lifting my bountiful cleavage just a little. Just enough that you can see me drawing air into my lungs as quickly as I can...

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I could feel your hand on the top of my head after you broke my jaw .. you could have twisted my neck and ended me instantly but you take a little too much time out of your merciful heart .. we are both here for the right reasons at least from each of our perspectives but still .. mercy has no place is this combat to the end .. something you learn quickly as my knee then my headbutt send you crashing on your butt on the sand .. I am still dizzy myself after your cross broke my jaw and after my own headbutt took a little toll on me .. I am trying to stop myself from falling too as I wipe the blood from the side of my mouth saying a prayer to Goddess Sekhmet .. the goddess of power and healing ""I am the flame that shineth in the sanctuary. I am the power of Ra by day. My bones are strong, my heart is steadfast. O Sekhmet, fiery one, let your might flow into my limbs. grant me breath, grant me fire, grant me victory over fear. No man and no god shall break my spirit, For I walk in the strength of eternity." I mutter than pray in a muffled voice as my jaw is broken .. then while you are still on the ground, I take a step forwards pivoting on my left knee and trying to ram my right knee to your beautiful bloody face.

Battle Angel Minerva

My stomach churns as if struggling to keep the wave of nausea rising within under control as I sit there, still holding my face. The light show between my stinging eyes continues in fading blossoms and swirling stars. Each time they seem to receding more ignite as pain comes in waves with the rhythm of my own pulse. This body, though blessed and crowned in celestial light is still physical. It can still be damaged and broken. Right now that's more apparent than ever. Even when I look up and see the sun behind your silhouetted and no less striking figuire, I can feel the impacts echoing through me. And I can hear your muffled incantation and sense the verse and reverence within those words. I try to raise my forearm as your skirts flutter toward me and then a flash of olive flesh before everything turns dark and red again with a choked grunt and a soft scrunch! I taste iron at the back of my throat, and then in a wet stream, across my plush lips while daggers seem to shoot through my tear ducks and into my rattled mind. It's instinct that makes my wings snap foward and kick up a cloud of sand as I fall back onto them, reeling from the broken nose. "uuaa.. wa.. AAARKKKK!!!" I lay there, cupping my mouth as I roll onto my side, legs leaving trackes in the sand as I try to get the ground under my feet and clamber up before you can press any advantage. But My bodies half turned award from you, bringing the gentle S shape of my body into full view...

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

My knee impacts hard against your nose as I feel your bones crunching .. but when your wings instinctively kick up a cloud of sand, it gets into my eyes and mouth as my vision blurs and start coughing out sand together with blood .. when the cloud disperses I see you coiled on your side .. your figure is celestial and part of me just has other ideas but now is not the time and place .. maybe in another lifetime .. I can't be complacent because even when you are hurt, you are still a celestial being and I am a mere mortal .. what strikes fear in me the most are your angelic wings that can shift the momentum in your favor in any second .. then I remember something I never understood till this moment .. my high priestess has gave me a little present on the day I was anointed .. a small golden cleaver that she said to me to always keep it hidden in my outfit in the back of my corset .. perhaps she knew that I would need that today .. I get close to you while your are on your side .. part of me feels very guilty doing this .. like I am committing a deadly sin but it has to be done .. I put my foot on the your hip to pin you down then I get my little cleaver out and swing hard trying to aim it at the root of your wing .. I start with the one raised above as you are on your side and if I succeed, I will target the other one.

Battle Angel Minerva

Sand clings to skin along my thighs and calves especially as they slide through the ground and kick up little clouds that stick across my sweat pearled flesh. I try but I can't find the purchase to get away and I can see you closing in on, me both you! Blood still flows freely over my mouth, chin and slits across my cleavage in vibrant blotches of crimson. WHen I bare my teeth like a feral animal, you can see more framing my teeth but it doesn't stop you from planting your foot and trapping me there, underneath you and able to only flail at arm up at you as that blade gleams in the sun. I'm trying to protect my body but when I see you moving behind my back and realise whats coming, panic washes over my features. "Nonono... Please Don't... Don't you dare.. I'm warming you!.. Please don't.. nooOOOO!!" I see you lunge and feel your hand delve into that plume of downy feathers. They're luxuriously soft to the touch but underneath the skin is thin and the bone, so light and brittle. As crimson spreads through the base, you can hear the wet sloshing clicks and cracks even while I howl out in anguish and agony. A scream they'll hear all the way to your city. My body shudders forwards into an arch as my throw my head back, my face contorts as tears rolling down my face and burn across my skin.. "NnnnaaAAAIIIIIEEEE!". With the violent tremors spasming through my body, my hip slips from under your foot, I collapse onto my front, feet flicking up behind me. My wing falls away as the last pulses of life shake through it in a flutter of feathers before it lays still at my side, still and useless. The other's fluttering in waves of panic while I swing a fist back at you. LIkely a futile resistance but all I can muster right now as your blade sinks into my other wing and the ordeal starts anew. "aaaarrrrnnssssTOOooppPPPP!!!!"

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

The sounds of your screams are haunting as they echo through the desert .. as if a celestial event has taken place .. the death of a star or literally the fall of an angel .. when you fall on your front and try to punch me backwards, I just hold your fist and come down with that golden cleaver chopping off your other wing .. you are in terrible pain and very vulnerable, I could just chop off your beautiful head and finish this right now .. but that won't be honorable .. after all you could have finished me earlier and hesitated giving me some time to make peace with my death .. and now I extend the same courtesy to you .. now after I clipped off your wings, the playfield is more or less levelled .. we both took some hard hits but I am sure you will be able to stand on your feet once again "I won't bring shame to my people by killing you right now .. come on Minerva.. stand up and let's finish this". I say stepping back and allowing you time to recover.

Battle Angel Minerva

The last hope of saving at least one of those precious wings that are so intrinsic to my celestial being both symbolically and also physically and emotionally. There's no glee or gloating now you have me held down and helpless, just a swift swish of that prophetic clad and another shrill screeches reaches the heavens as a splatter of claret stains the sand and the wing falls away leaving two tuffy stems still twitching as streaks of crimon stretch down my back and start to soak into the back of my panties. My halo flickers momentarily as fresh tears roll down my face and a deep breath catches in my throat. For a second, I fear this is it. One more flick of your wrist would do it. But... you don't. Instead you voice come's soft and soothing. There's silence when you step back, but for the sound of my breath and the hisses and groans that come with it. Time passes for you to regain some energy and for me to get my knees under my body and push up, first to all fours with a curl of my hips that brings the heart shape of my rear plum into view. Thin, light silks narrow as they sculpt across my cheeks and sweep intimately under me, leading the eye to my thighs. There is still strength in the flexing muscle, enough that I can push up and push through the sharp revibrating echo's and turn to face you once more. I've wipe some of the blood from my chin with a forearm, so I can speak more clearly. "It is the honour of your people that made us want them for our army". I admit as I look over you, injured and standing tall. You bested me when I had an edge but now the battle is truly equal? "I am sorry for that". It hurts just to shift my body or move my shoulders. I must fight through that pain just to fight you but I take up a stance, palms raised in front of me, legs spread to give me a wide base. As the sun smiles down on us, the last dance starts, a shuffle forward and look to link arms with you...

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I regain my strength as I watch you get up slowly to your feet .. even injured and without your wings, you are still the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed as I just can't take my eyes off you even when I tried .. when you stand up and face me, I look into your eyes as you apologize for taking the souls of my people to your army and I clearly see you meant it "You don't have to be sorry Minerva, each of us is fulfilling her destiny .. you were doing what you were created for .. and now I am doing mine" .. I say as I spread my legs too and raise my arms in front of me locking our hands as we get close to each other chest to chest .. with the sun above us starting to really get hot making sweat and blood stream down our bodies as their collide for this last dance .. I put my right leg behind me and try to push you back .. I never thought I would be trying to overpower an angel but here I am doing that in this punishing Egyptian sun

Battle Angel Minerva

Our fingers link up tight as we step into one another, into the soft kiss and crush of our chests, pillowing against one another while rivets of sweat roll and soak into and through my silken top til the fabric starts to become heavy and transuclent and the umber peaks of my chest kiss against yours. I slide out my back foot in symmetry with yours and our hips and stomachs meet as we push against one another. Pain bites venonously through my shoulders every time I push back against you and hold us in this slow grinding slow dance. It's the calm at the eye of our storm and it wont last... I wont last, not with these injuries. Not with the blood streaking down my back, eaching the top of my thighs. You are fighting your own battles too course, speaking through that cracked jaw. "I am... greatful.. if it's to be you". I whisper, voice whisping over your lips. My brow rests against yours so close those piercing blue eyes should delve deep into your mind. Yet, they seem to clear like still waters and in them, you see what even I cannot bare to look back on. The times and places when Hell crept up onto the earth. Devils that no mortal has ever lived to tell of. You see battles, victories hard fought and the anguish of defeats. YOu see an angel with hair white as snow and the first seed of twisted desire take root with that pale pink hue. Perhaps you even see the future were it's bright hot and vivid. Then a brush of my lips brings you back to the present, my blood mixes with yours and a link forges that will endure for generations. "I'll give everything I have". With that I wince, and find the strength to push forward, find distance between us and swing a knee toward your abs with what would be a meaty impact...

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

immense aura and resilience .. my back and broken jaw hurt even when I breath but I must shut that pain out and focus.. then as we lock eye to eye and I get lost in your blue eyes like a sailor in the sea .. I can see your longtime struggle against the forces of evil and how it costed you your innocence .. I now sense your anguish and know that the legends were wrong about you .. you just want the greater good even if you used some methods that maybe don't seem honorable to mortals like me .. but I allow you to see inside my head too .. as if we are bonding without talking .. you see that my brother has perished in a battle and he was one of the souls you have lured under your spell .. when our lips touch, I feel a jolt running through my sweaty body and a tear comes streaming down my face as I feel our souls have connected .. but all of that is rudely interrupted as you manage to push me back a little and deliver a brutal knee to my abs .. I didn't have enough time and presence of mind to tone my ab muscles so your knee impacts with maximum effect as I stumble back letting go of your hands and holding my belly while arched over slightly spitting blood and saliva.

Battle Angel Minerva

You stumble back so I have to push forward, groaning softly as every movement flows through me, from the brush of thighs and counterbalancing swing of my hips to the flex and roll of my stomach muscles and shift of my shoulders sending fire blossoming through me. My hairs stuck across my back and even just breathing through that crunch nose brings fresh tears spidering down my face. There's both sadness but also an intimacy that links our realms. When isn't battle a personal thing? You double forward, staring at the floor when my foot comes into view, toes bunch up into the sand. You feel my fingers on your shoulder for balance as I twist my hips, try to place the back of my leg across the back of your neck so I can let the other leg drop and my weight drive your face into the sand.

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I am doubled forwards trying to shake off the effect of your brutal knee to my belly .. I am seeing your feet curling in the sand then your hands rest on my shoulders .. I mumble through my broken jaw "I'm sorry about what happened to you" as what I saw in your eyes is still fresh in my memory .. but when you try to place your leg to stomp my face to the sand, my body memory takes over and shuts my emotions out as I try to push your arms away .. then before you execute your potentially devastating move, I try to stand up with a rising fist aiming at your chin with an uppercut .. hoping it connects before you are able to stomp me.

Battle Angel Minerva

"I am sorry for your brother", I reply as I sway on one leg as I try to place the back of my thigh across the back of your neck but can't ever quite steady myself enough to place myself quite right. You've the time to sense the danger and then to react, pushing me away. Without that hand to anchor me, my leg slips off and flicks hair over your face. You swinging blindly but I lurch forward as my leg plants heavily and bring my chin right where it was destined to be. "HHRRNnKK!!" A spray of spit and blood and sweat fizzes up into the air along with whipping hair as my body snaps back and I find myself staring into the sun as I reel backwards, somehow, still on my feet as I feel my back hit a stone pillar. There I stand.. A wave of my hand showing I still have some motor function but my eyes are glazed, my jaw hangs stupidly and I'm still bleeding.. Still getting weaker with each heavy thud of my heart. And yet, through the soaked fabric of my top you can see something else..twin tell tale bumps lifting that smooth, sodden fabric... "UnngggHH....ooOOoohh...awwwwhhh!"

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

It seems to be only destiny that allowed my uppercut to land squarely on your chin sending you back against the nearby pillar .. I flip my hair back and take a deep breath as I walk towards .. an injured wingless angel yet still a sight to behold .. there is another fire bursting through me at the moment .. not a higher calling or a sacred mission .. something more primal and twisted .. the fire of desire .. I try to focus and clear my mind but who can control her emotions in a situation like this .. I am a mortal after all and it seems you share my same thoughts as I can see two little bumps in your soaked bra fabric .. I move towards twisting my hips from side to side with the sun on my back highlighting my figure .. then I pounce on you reaching with one hand trying to choke your neck then I let my body bump onto yours against the pillar.. I raise one leg and let my knee rub into the bottom of your silky panties as I look into your blue eyes without saying anything .. before I suddenly use my free hand and try to punch your hard into your solar plexus while our bodies are rubbing against each other under the bright sun.

Battle Angel Minerva

My bloody sleeve sweeps over my brow as I push all those weaving coils of pink silk out of my eyes and across my shoulders in wet, sweat run braids and start to push off the wall just as the sun glows behind you and your shadow stalks toward me. Something has changed, you move like a panther, graceful and languid with purpose. Something in me too.. The sensations rolling through me in waves. There is the pain in all shades, sharp and dull, fresh and lingering long enough for the bruises to rise around my eyes, my chin just above the waist of my strewn panties where I can feel a different kind of heat ignited by connection found in all the blood and sweat we've shared. I find myself standing there, flat footed as you pounce, thud and pin me back to that coarse stun.. "unnghh priestess...". I manage before your hands closed over my choker and my hands on your wrist. Your thigh finds it's home between mine, pressed so tight against that layer of moist silk you can feel the lips underneath flatten and my leg coil and lock calf to calf, holding you against me. THis time when your eyes lock we're in the present, in the raw feeling that's so powerful in this fleeting moment between star crossed... rivals? My bottom lip curls into a soft bite and I can taste the caked, iron tinged blood. My fingertips brush your cheekbone as it begins with a sharp, compact blow against my primed stomach. "UnnnghHHH!". I choke, a little spit rolling down my chin as I buckle around your fist, pushing our chests together and rocking my hips in a long jerking stroke across your thigh... "is.... is this... it?" I manage to mouth.

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

We are now both just catering to our primal instincts as our bodies are intertwined against that sacred pillar that is witnessing that rare moment between a celestial and a mortal .. I could feel your body responding to mine as your physical body seems to succumbing to the same humanly desires that I feel bursting through my body .. after I knee you hard to the belly , you respond with a weird mix of defiance and vulnerability that just ignites my fire even more .. I slip my hand down into your panties feeling your lips and rubbing them .. part of me feels its a sin to defile such a heavenly being but my body isn't listening to that part any more as I rub against your body while my hand is still down your panties then I lift your head with my other hand looking into your eyes which I can see that they are full of desire too .. I kiss your soft lips closing my eyes feeling that heavenly taste mixed with the iron taste of blood .. then I look into your eyes saying softly "now release my brother and all those trapped souls".

Battle Angel Minerva

All those tales of the wicked, soul stealing Minerva were woven around a single bead of truth. That you that seed of curruption buried deep within my clammy silks where your touch is greeted with velvet softs folds and swollen unhooded pearl. Where you can feel the heat ignite by all the damage and pain you've subjected me too. Even the shame of losing my beautiful wings.. All of it... ANd under the gaze of your god's I find I can look you in the eyes without pretence or denial. As you lean in and through garments, our breasts cushion and nipples brush and ache, my eyes close to simply feel your lips on mine. Soft yet insistent and tinged with the taste of battle. "hhmmmmmm". My hand slips from your cheek and finds it's way to your chest where my fingers fan out and sneak under the neckline of your dress before kneading their way back and honing in on a little bud. All while I nestle a thigh under your skirts and start to gyrate. Sliding my leg as I roll my hips, see sawing back and forth on your touch til nectar coates your fingers. "awwwhwhh... hhhmmmMMm... awwwhh... kaayy..." I coo as you peel back and with a word, fulfil the prophecy of the wicked sinful agile and chosen priestess. "As... you... mmmfff... wi... wish". My eyes close a moment and open with a flash of pink. It's done. They are free. Soon I know, I will be too... Even Angel's pay for their sin and I'm living in mine right now, savouring every whimsical brush of your hand

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I shudder as your soft angelic hand reaches down my neckline touching my ample buds and I feel my body heating up even more .. I rub your folds and stroke your pearl with your body gyrating and swaying like a possessed being as you reveal yourself and bare your soul to me without hiding anymore .. I somehow feel closer to you than I have ever felt with anyone else .. your nectar spills on my fingers as I ask you to release the trapped souls and you immediately do without question .. as if I now hold complete power over your.. I can feel the souls of my people finally free to find their way to peaceful afterlife .. I wish there is a way I can keep you alive with me and just hide you .. but if anyone found out they would subject you to the worst torture and corrupt your soul even more .. the merciful thing is to set you free and hope that our souls meet again in the future somehow .. I get my wet hands out of your panties and put my wet fingers into your mouth as I stroke your face gently with my other hand "thank you Minerva .. I wish there was any other way but you know what I have to do .. are you ready?" I ask gently as my body is still intertwined with yours against the pillar.

Battle Angel Minerva

You can feel my leg, caressing its way up and down the back of your leg, grinding between your thighs all as I roll my hips and push against that deft, climbing touch. Ever curl of your digits parts those slick, supple soft petals til a little shudder ripples and tenses though me and my brow rests against yours again. It's so easy to get lost in those deep hypnotic eyes full of seductive beauty and comforting warmth. Little wonder I couldn't help but obey I am still flesh and bone and blood. But even my soul feels lighter for returning what I stole. Another shudder travels through me, stronger and more compelling. You can feel it too. How I shudder against your touch and how that bliss travels through me in a wave of climatic pleasure. My breath, still silent, intimate and respectful of the hallowed ground we're on. It comes in staccato plumes that wash over your face til I'm left weak kneed and slumped against, holding your shoulders to support. "I... I know... And.. I understand". That's when I let myself slide down your beautiful, bountiful body and kneel at your feet, looking up through still swollen eyes. "I am.. ready Priestess."

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I let you slide down till you are on your knee in front of me .. I reach down touching your bloody beautiful face getting your pink silky hair off it .. I don't see any fear in your eyes .. quite the opposite .. I can see a relief after you released those tortured souls which has taken its toll on you over the centuries of your existence .. I can see the satisfaction of fulfilling your deepest desires and with someone you truly connected with .. I am really struggling to find the strength to do this but I must fulfill this prophecy till the end .. a tear comes streaming down my face as I bend over and have one hand placed under your chin and the other on the top of your head .. "don't be afraid Minerva .. this won't hurt at all .. it will be like going to sleep .. I will pray everyday that our souls meet in another life .. I love you".. I say that then close my eyes and kiss your soft lips with my tears now really pouring down on my cheek and yours .. then suddenly I jerk you head hard pushing my hand that is on your head one way and pushing the other hand on your chin the other way till I hear your neck crack then do it again in reverse to make sure you don't feel any pain and that's its over swiftly.

Battle Angel Minerva

MY hand cups around yours, holding it to my blood stain lips where you feel my tongue brush and curl, tasting myself on your digits. I purse my mouth around the side of your hand, kissing my way up and down and back up again before my gaze lifts to meet yours one more time. There are tears with your soothing words. Of course there is fear simmering within, controlled under the still calm that's settled within. Their will be pain, I know but it will be swift. It's failure in the face of evil that truly frightens me, and I see only kindness on your face. Kindness, strength and the duty that brought us here. "I know Priestess." We meet in one long, last kiss. A crush of affection and a kind of comfort that's new to me. You feel my tongue stroke across yours as your hands take their place. "It's time". My hands settle neatly on my thighs, squeezing into milky soft flesh as nerves build and build and then, with a sharp snap, fire off through my body. Another Crack rings out before my Halo flickers and blinks out and the intelligence behind my eyes dessert. I'm already drifting toward the heavens, looking down as my body collapse back onto my ankles and starts to spasm as rogue signals run through my corpse like touchpaper. My hips slap on my ankles and my breasts bounce til a stiff nipple slips from my top and scratches through the air... Soon I am still and spent. Staring into the skies with my tongue draped out of my mouth at one side.

I blink and I'm back in the café, breathing heavily and flushed with sweat. Never ever do I remember my dreams but I just relieved the whole thing while people chatter around me. My thighs are squeezed together tight, as if that would supress the deep yearning heat within and I'm still staring at the Mediterranean brunette by the window. Maybe I've been staring the whole time, but she doesn't seem to have noticed. She look's lost, as if in her own waking dream.

Erin The Egyptian Priestess

I really savor our kiss as my tongue meets yours in a dance before the end with mixed emotions and affection washing over both of us .. two souls that destiny set them on a collision course that had only one outcome .. as I violently twist your neck and hearing it cracking your body falls back twitching violently till you lie there still with your eyes gazing to the heavens .. I wipe the tear off my face and look up actually somehow seeing your beautiful soul as it makes way to heaven which makes a peaceful emotion overwhelm me as mission is finally done .. but not in anyway as I expected it to be .. I bend over and carry your celestial body over my shoulder heading back inside the temple where I will honor you as one of our own dead.

I snap back to the present to the café feeling all these emotions after that out of body experience I just had.. my body is flushed and sweating with warmth and peace washing all over it .. I look down and my nipples are pointing out as if I still felt your touch on them as I hurry and try to hide what is happening to me while I am still gazing through the window .. the waiter who knows me must have felt something is off and comes checking on me but I tell him with a hesitating voice that everything is fine but as I am turning my head to talk to him .. I see you .. a stunning girl with an angelic white skin, blue eyes and pink hair just like the girl in my waking dream .. I stare at you for a moment but as you look back at me, I turn my head the other way .. embarrassed to look back again as I get up to start my day .. but before I leave the place, I take a sneak peak at you again wondering what just happened and hoping to meet you again somehow very soon.

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