Sating The Lust God

# Sating the Lust God Kate Hill

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Chapter One

His large, warm hands were everywhere, squeezing, caressing, and curving around parts of Tamanna that had only been touched in dreams. His thumbs circled her nipples while his third and fourth arms reached around to cup her bottom. Squeezing the fleshy globes, he grunted with pleasure and dropped his head to her neck. Cool, sharp teeth gently scraped her flesh, followed by the soothing caress of his warm, wet tongue. All her life she had longed to mate with the God of Lust, yet she never imagined she would actually be here, in the deepest, darkest chamber in his temple. She had never believed she would be wrapped in his four steely arms, pressed so close to his sleek body that she could feel the powerful beating of his immortal heart. “Yes. Oh, yes,” she panted, wondering if she should speak without his permission, but too lost in passion to care. He didn’t seem to mind. A deep, masculine chuckle rumbled in his chest and he pushed her onto the circular carpet in front of his throne. Two of his hands pinned hers above her head while two continued

their sensual massaging of her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers pinched and rolled her nipples. The tight buds were so sensitive that his touch was almost painful, yet if it ended she felt she might not survive. Releasing her hands, he slid down her body. The hands that had been on her breasts moved lower. One slipped behind her and parted her bottom cheeks. He eased a finger between them and rested it against her sphincter, pushing gently, yet not penetrating. At the same time, he slid a thumb into her pussy and gathered her liquid heat. Slowly, he withdrew the thumb and used it to circle her clit while sliding two fingers into her pussy. While stimulating her below the waist, he also stroked her face and toyed with her right nipple. Her left breast received the warm, wet attention of his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the swollen flesh, then sucked hard upon it. Tamanna’s heart beat so fast she thought it might fly through her chest. The simultaneous stimulation of her most sensitive areas was almost too much to endure. Closing her eyes, she writhed beneath him, her entire body arching closer to him. She panted and whimpered, trying to maintain at least some control. “No, cry out for me. I want to hear you. Let me know what you’re feeling,” he purred between licks of her nipple. “Ah! My Lord, you’re going to kill me, and I so want to die!” She moaned, her head thrashing from side to side and her hips bucking in time with the stroking of his hands. Her pussy tightened around his fingers and her clit throbbed with impending orgasm. Then he stopped stroking. She lay still, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, her body so tight that every muscle ached. Regardless of whether or not he continued stroking her, she was too far gone to avoid coming. Then it happened. His lips sucked hard on her nipple while his finger pulsed against her bottom hole and the entire length of his thumb ran slowly up her clit. With a ragged scream, she came harder than she ever had before. Every wave of sensation that broke over her clit was almost painful in its intensity. Her sphincter pulsed against his teasing finger. “Yes, my beauty. Come hard. Hold nothing back. You are made for me, lovely Tamanna. My mate for eternity.”

Tamanna awoke gasping. Her clit palpitated in waning orgasm and her stiff nipples ached against the harsh blanket covering her. Pushing aside the blanket, Tamanna stood. Her thin nightshirt clung transparently to her sweat-drenched body, her nipples poking against the material. Unable to resist, Tamanna cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over the buds. A shiver of pleasure-pain ripped through her. “This is wrong,” she murmured, yet she couldn’t resist the temptation to rub herself. She lifted the hem of the nightshirt, spread her legs, and slipped a finger inside her pussy. She was very wet. Using the same finger, now coated with her feminine honey, she circled her clit, slowly at first, then faster. “Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and imagining the Lust God’s strong brown hands on her body. “Oh, yes. Ah. Ahh.”

She threw back her head, sobbing with pleasure, and came. Her legs trembled and her buttocks tightened. Thrusting her hips forward, she rubbed her finger wildly until the last ripple rolled through her. For a moment she stood, panting, sweat trickling between her breasts and rolling down her back. The summer heat in Cape Thorne was insufferable, and her carnal activities only made the night seem hotter. With a sigh, she stepped out of her hut. In the light of the full moon, she gazed at the mountain in the distance. His mountain. In two days, a woman would be chosen to share the Copulisiac Ritual with the Lust God himself. Once a year, a mortal woman was selected to satisfy the lust smoldering inside him. After experiencing the unimaginable pleasure of mating with him, she was awarded treasure enough to live out the rest of her life in the luxury of the Lust God’s temple. Tamanna wasn’t after wealth. She wanted Chand himself, to feel the heat of his body and taste his divine seed on her tongue. Terrifying yet irresistibly sensual, his very essence had been summoning her since last year’s ritual when, for the briefest moment, their gazes had locked. She had been kneeling at the bottom of the steps leading to the golden altar in the temple’s great hall. A hundred other women were assembled, each hoping to be among those chosen to compete for the chance to mate with him. The women had been ordered to remain on their knees, their heads bowed and gazes fixed on the floor, while Chand made his choice. She recalled seeing his bare feet, long and beautifully formed, pacing across the steps. The wide gold cuffs clamped around his ankles were a startling contrast to his brown flesh. Unable to resist, Tamanna had lifted her face a bit, following the lines and curves of his powerfully muscled legs, lingering for a moment on his groin. His male attributes bulged beneath a tight loincloth of fine gold silk. A jeweled belt encircled his lean waist. His shoulders, arms, and the expanse of his chest were bare. The sight of him made her nipples ache and drenched her pussy with desire. Having gained more courage, she glanced at his face. She drew a sharp breath and trembled with fear and lust. His full lips were parted, revealing sharp, white incisors. The nostrils of his aquiline nose flared slightly, like an animal sniffing out his prey -- or his mate. Most frightening of all were his eyes that fixed on hers in a stare that seemed to drain her very soul. They were large, slanted, and as gold as the bejeweled collar around his neck. No mortal could possess such eyes. For a moment the entire world seemed to freeze. They stared at each other, Tamanna and the Lust God. Beneath the inhuman surface of his eyes, she noticed a wild churning of emotions. For a second, he looked almost desperate. Some of her fear drained and she felt compassion tug at her heart. Why should a god appear desperate and sad? He was worshipped. Anything he wanted was his. His chest expanded even more in a deep breath. He seemed to bend forward the slightest bit and a muscle jerked in his cheek. Tamanna’s heart pounded. He was going to choose her! Then his teeth clamped shut and he turned abruptly. Ten women were selected to remain at the temple and compete for the honor of pleasuring Chand. Tamanna had not been among them.

Sighing, she reluctantly turned away from the temple and stepped into her cottage, her mind still spinning with memories of last year’s ritual. He had rejected her once, therefore the chances of becoming his mate this year were slim. Still, she couldn’t help dreaming about it. For a moment she had glimpsed into the Lust God’s eyes. His power combined with underlying vulnerability called to her, obsessed her. Since seeing him, she had been unable to think about anyone else. In two days, she, along with the other hopefuls, would travel to the Lust God’s mountain. Even if she couldn’t have him, she would at least see him again.

Chapter Two

Lying spread-eagled on a marble slab, Kabir strained at the iron bonds securing his wrists and ankles. The aroma of incense wafted on the air. Flames leapt in the enormous fireplace, making the windowless room unbearably hot. “No,” Kabir bellowed. “I will not permit it. Not again. Never again!” Ignoring his protests, five holy men, covered from head to foot in hooded robes of golden silk, surrounded him. Their eyes bright with anticipation and a hint of fear, they tilted the black glass vials in their hands. A red-tinged oil that smelled of ginger drizzled onto his forehead, chest, groin, and legs. Almost immediately, his skin began to burn in a horribly familiar manner. Closing his eyes tightly, he prayed to the gods to release him from this torment, but as always, they didn’t answer. The priests began rubbing the oil into his flesh while they chanted. “Lord of Fertility, Master of Death, we welcome you.” “No!” Kabir roared, jerking against his bonds until blood slicked his wrists and ankles. His heart pounded so hard he thought he might faint, though he should have known by now such a thing was impossible for him. For a hundred years he had withstood the ritual, suffered through ecstasy and horror such as no man should endure. Only once had he glimpsed the slightest chance of freedom. He had fought for it, but the demon had been too strong. When possessed by Chand, Kabir’s essence was almost completely lost, buried beneath the force of the Lust God’s presence. Still, last year during the ritual to choose the poor female who would become Chand’s mate for that year, a particular woman had dared meet the Lust God’s gaze. Somehow she had seen through Chand to Kabir. She had managed to loosen the suffocating bonds on his soul and sense his suffering. If anyone could break the curse upon him, she would be the one. Realizing this, Chand had beaten Kabir’s struggling spirit into submission. Perhaps if he had fought harder, he could have forced Chand to choose the woman, but some shred of decency made him hesitate. None of the foolish women who clamored for Chand’s attention truly deserved such a fate. The priests told them it was an honor to serve the Lust God. They promised them wealth and security that

most of them could never hope to have. The poor creatures couldn’t possibly know what awaited them within Chand’s lair. Kabir himself had been lured in a similar manner. As a young man, he had trained to become a priest of the deities. He had always sensed his fate was to serve his people and he took his duty seriously. When a mysterious disease began claiming the lives of the people, several of the priests formed a sect that claimed to have a connection to one of the most powerful of the deities, the God of Lust, ruler of fertility and death. Through a sacred ritual, they claimed they could call upon the Lust God and he could wipe the disease from their land. All they needed was a volunteer to assist them. Young, naïve, and willing to give his life for his duty, Kabir offered himself. What he didn’t know until later was the sect had been poisoning the people to create a panic and the ritual had nothing to do with saving lives, but with extending the priests’ own. Imprisoned by the other deities for his decadent nature, the Lust God could only return to the world of men through a yearly ritual. He could then inhabit a human body for seven days, after which the curse conjured by the other deities would yank him back into his spiritual prison. The priests summoned the Lust God who took over Kabir’s body. Chand promised the priests eternal life in exchange for his freedom, and he delivered. A taste of his blood each year kept the priests alive and almost godlike themselves, but at a terrible price that Kabir shuddered to think about. Sharing a body with the Lust God was both exquisite and horrible. The physical pleasure was beyond description, but the wickedness that overtook Kabir was almost unendurable for a man of his innate gentleness. After the first ritual week ended, Kabir had tried to escape, but the priests tracked him and thrust him into a cell deep within the mountain temple. He tried to take his own life, but a part of Chand’s essence remained with him. Now that he had undergone the ritual, he was cursed with immortality. Only if the priests’ ritual could be stopped would Kabir be freed. Pretending to accept his fate, he was allowed some freedom within the temple. He studied the ancient scrolls and texts, searching for a way to end the evil tainting him. One night, deep in the bowels of the temple, he found a stone tablet hidden within a wall. The words scrawled upon it stated that to end the ritual forever, the Lust God must mate with a woman who loves both him and his host and they in turn must love her as well. Once this happens, no one could ever use the ritual again to summon the Lust God. A great shudder ripped through Kabir, blocking out all thoughts except the heat and savage passion breaking over his body. The priests chanted louder and Kabir writhed, a massive erection springing to life. His shoulders felt as sensitive as his cockhead. Panting hard, he resisted the urge to moan with unfulfilled need. One of the priests knelt on the table between his legs and curled his fists around Kabir’s cock. His warm, wet tongue swirled around the head before he sucked it so deep into his mouth that it brushed the back of his throat. Kabir arched his neck, his entire body aflame. Sweat trickled down his oiled flesh. The marble beneath his back and buttocks grew slick with it. His sides ached and throbbed. The mouth on his cock sucked harder and faster. A cry of raw ecstasy erupted from Kabir’s throat at

the same moment his cock seemed to explode. His shoulders also pulsated with orgasmic spasms and his gums ached with pleasure-pain. He knew exactly what was happening. He was taking the Lust God’s physical form, sprouting two additional arms and growing dagger-sharp fangs. Chand had a firm hold on him now because hewanted the changes. Hewanted the pleasure. “Yes,” he bellowed, his deep voice resounding through the stone room. Thrusting his hips upward, he tried to force his cock even deeper into the priest’s mouth, but the man jumped off the table, his ragged breath echoing in Chand’s ears. With a savage growl, the Lust God broke the iron bonds. They clanged to the floor as he stood, gazing around the room, his chest heaving with excitement. “Lord of Fertility. Master of Death,” the priests chimed, sinking to their knees and staring at him with longing. Chand smiled, a slow, evil twisting of his lips. He stretched his four powerful arms and arched his back. It was good to be of the flesh again. He was starving for sensation, desperate to bury his cock in a soft, wet cunt. He wanted to smell a woman’s sweet aroma, lick her salty flesh, and hear her cries of passion when he drove her to peak after peak of ecstasy. “Please, My Lord.” One of the priests withdrew a small golden dagger from the folds of his cloak. “Please.” Chand curled his lip. The thought of feeding these parasites his sacred blood repulsed him, but it was the price of freedom. He snatched the dagger and sliced the back of his wrist. One by one the priests crawled to him. Not daring to rise to their feet without his permission, they lapped his flowing blood, their elixir of immortality. Without him, they would have died ages ago, and without their ritual, he would still be locked in his lonely prison without the comfort of a voice or the pleasure of a touch. His fellow deities were cruel in their punishment, but he had found a way to thwart them, at least for a little while. When the priests finished drinking, he bid them to rise. “Are the females assembled?” he demanded. “Yes, My Lord. They are awaiting you in the great hall.” “Good. I will bathe first, then make my selection.” Chand strode out of the chamber and drew a deep, cleansing breath. Seven days would pass far too quickly, but he intended to enjoy each and every moment.

Chapter Three

Tamanna arrived at the base of the deities’ mountain early on the morning of the Copulisiac Ritual. Several other women already waited, having spent the night there, while others continued arriving for several hours. The women engaged in hushed conversation. Most of them looked nervous, some excited, and many terrified. Lost in her own thoughts about the Lust God, Tamanna didn’t notice the slender, auburn-haired girl seated on the ground until she stumbled over her. “Oh! I’m sorry.” Tamanna glanced at the girl whose face was covered with her hands. “Are you hurt?” The girl shook her head, stifling a sob. Tamanna squatted beside her. “What’s wrong?” “The ritual.” “I don’t understand.” “I’m afraid that I’ll be… chosen. Once a woman mates with the Lust God, she belongs to him forever. She never leaves the temple again.” Her words surprised Tamanna. Most of the women present were hoping to spend the remainder of their lives in the luxury of the temple. “If I’m chosen, I’ll never be with Shad again. He’s the man I love.” Tamanna’s brow furrowed. “Then why are you here?” “It’s expected of me. My mother and my grandmother have mated with the Lust God. It is not only an honor, but repays the Great Chand for keeping our people safe from the disease that nearly destroyed our people.” “If you don’t want to go to the temple, there are many women here just waiting to serve him.” “I promised my father and brothers I would come here today.” “What’s your name?” “Jas.” “Well, you’re here, Jas. You’ve fulfilled your end of the bargain.” The girl sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Aren’t you afraid of being chosen?” Tamanna’s pulse quickened with anticipation. Yes, she was afraid, but even greater was her fear ofnot being chosen. When she’d looked into Chand’s eyes, she felt emotions she’d never imagined possible. The beginning of love, perhaps? Unless she was selected, she would never know. She couldn’t imagine being in love with a man and then being forced to give him up because her family demanded it. She rested a hand on Jas’s shoulder. “Love is not something that should be discarded because someone

else expects you to follow a path they have chosen for you. Not only that, shouldn’t the woman who mates with the Great Chand truly want him?” “I hadn’t thought about that. He’s a god. I never imagined he might feel something for the women he claims.” The gong sounded from the temple, signaling for the women to begin their ascent. Tamanna and Jas rose. “Are you coming with us?” Tamanna asked. The slightest smile touched Jas’s lips. “No. I think I’ll go home.” “Good luck.” “And to you. If the Great Chand is truly what you want, then I hope you are chosen this year.” So do I, Tamanna thought, her stomach churning. Though a path had been cleared up the side of the mountain, its steepness made the journey difficult. By the time they reached the top, even the fittest of the group, such as Tamanna, were drenched in sweat from the long climb in intense summer heat. Three priests dressed in long, golden robes stood at the entrance of the temple. The tallest raised his hands to silence several of the women’s whispers. “You will follow me to the bath where you will prepare yourselves for the Great Chand.” Tamanna fell into step with her companions and followed the priests through the temple doors. The great hall was as she remembered it from last year. No rugs or tapestries covered the stone floor and walls. Except for the marble altar standing on a platform with six wide stone steps leading to it, the room was empty. They were led through the hall to a door leading down to the bath chamber, an enormous room in one of the temple’s lower floors. It contained a natural hot spring pool large enough for all the women to bathe comfortably together. The women were ordered to remove their clothes, wash, and anoint their bodies with scented oil and perfume. Each was given a belt of gold mail, the back and front triangular and just long enough to conceal their pubic area and indentation of their buttocks. While some of the women carefully arranged their hair high atop their heads in a classic style, others chose to let theirs hang free. Knowing her glossy black hair was her most attractive feature, Tamanna let hers cascade down her back and over her shoulders. It was long enough to partially conceal her breasts and she thought it might add an air of mystery since most of the women made a point to expose their bosom. Finally, the priests returned and escorted them back to the great hall where they were ordered to kneel in front of the steps leading to the altar. “Keep your heads bowed,” one of the priests stated. “No one is to look at the Great Chand without his

permission.” Tamanna’s pulse skipped with anticipation. That’s exactly what she had done last year. She had looked at the Lust God and suffered for it through her obsession with a man she would probably never have. Or perhaps she would. Though he hadn’t chosen her, she had felt something pass between them, something that called her back to the temple. Something deep inside told her he had felt it, too. “Your servants, Great Chand,” the same priest spoke again, this time in a soft, reverent tone that announced to the women that the Lust God was in their midst. Tamanna’s hands trembled when she saw his feet step past her on the way up the steps. As before, golden cuffs hugged his ankles. She lifted her gaze slightly and watched the sensual play of muscles in his long legs while he strode across the lowest step. Back and forth he paced. He paused in front of her. Her heart hammering, she drew a deep breath. Now or never. She lifted her head and their gazes met. It was like stepping into a fire-lit room after trudging through an ice storm. His gold eyes widened a bit, their black pupils nearly filling the iris. His lips parted, revealing the tips of his gleaming white teeth. Some part of her was aware of the beauty of his dark, sleekly muscled body with its four powerful arms, yet she was unable to fully tear her gaze from his eyes. Passionate, powerful, yet lonely, they bore into her, demanding while at the same time pleading for fulfillment only she could give. A shudder of terror and passion ripped through her. Drawing a deep breath, she felt her nipples swell to aching peaks. Please, choose me, Great Chand. I am meant to be yours and you are meant to be mine.

Chand stared at the woman, his immortal heart pounding in his chest. It was the woman from last year who had captured his interest more than any female he had ever known. Such a woman was dangerous. She threatened his very existence in this world. You do fear her. The Great Chand must avoid a mere mortal woman. Chand’s chest tightened and he ground his teeth. It was the annoying man whose flesh and bones he shared. Of all the people the priests could have chosen to allow his entrance into the world, it would have to be a man of integrity, one who was too stupid to appreciate the power Chand gave him. Not only did he have the honor of dwelling within the same body as a god, but the god’s longevity was now his. The priests had killed for even a glimpse of such power, but Kabir fought him constantly, disturbing the few short days of carnal existence Chand was allowed each year. I fear no one, Chand replied, his spirit battling Kabir’s.Least of all a woman. Then choose her. She does not appeal to me.

You can’t deceive me, Great Chand. Kabir’s use of the god’s title was not reverent, but mocking.Not while you and I share this body. A glance at this woman and your cock is rock hard and aching. Is it her beautiful breasts that arouse you? Her brown nipples are stiff, peeking through her veil of long, black hair. Can you imagine how they would taste on your tongue? Her breasts are no different than any other woman’s. Then is it her mouth, Lust God? Her full, moist lips that would slip like velvet over your shaft? They all have lips. Then it must be her eyes. They look at you with lust -All women look at me with lust. Let me finish. She looks with lust, but also with desire for your soul. She sees both of us. She knows what we crave, and if she gives it to us, then you will be lost. I could never be lost to a woman. Then prove it and choose her. Chand wished there was some way to throttle the bastard lurking inside him, but all he could do was smother his spiritual voice even more. Unless you confront her, Chand, she will haunt you forever because you want her. You want to know what it’s like to mate with a woman who desires your mind as well as your body. None of the women you have taken have bothered to look into your eyes. Even when you order them to look, their expressions are always of lust, fear, and greed. Chand’s fists clenched.She lusts and fears, too, you foolish man! Yes, but instead of greed, compassion glows in her eyes. Will you fall in love with her, Great Chand? Will she claim your divine heart? Never. Then choose her. Only once each year are you allowed the joys of the flesh. For once don’t you want to taste the spiritual and physical warmth only a woman such as this can offer? Perhaps Kabir had a point. Mating with her would undoubtedly be different than any of the others. He was a god, superior to her in every way. He would control her and there was no possible way that he, an ageless immortal being, could fall in love with a mere mortal inside of a week. The woman’s rich brown eyes were still fixed on his, pleading, promising, making him burn with desire. It would feel wonderful to claim every inch of her smooth, tan body, to plunge his cock deep inside her wet satin sheath. He pointed at her and she drew a visible breath. Two priests grasped her arms and tugged her to her feet. Chand heard the priests murmur something about the other women, but he paid little attention. He

stalked out of the hall to the corridor leading to his private chamber. A priest followed him, hurrying to even keep the traditional five paces behind the Lust God. “Great Chand, you haven’t selected the usual ten women to entertain you prior to choosing your mate.” “And you dare question why?” “Please, My Lord, this humble priest only wishes to remind you that should a woman claim your heart, the spell that binds you to this world could be broken and --” “And I don’t need the likes of you to remind me!” Chand stopped and spun, his hand closing around the priest’s throat and pinning him to the stone wall. He glared into the man’s terrified face and snarled, knowing the gesture exposed his sharp, white teeth and made him appear all the more threatening. “Tell me, sniveling parasite, do you believe a mere mortal slut will tempt the heart of a god?” “N-no, Great Chand. Of course not. I just --” “Are concerned about your illusion of immortality? Just as I know that without my presence you will wilt and die like a weed, I realize only the coldness of my heart allows me to exist in this world.” “I didn’t mean to offend you, My Lord,” the priest rasped. Chand’s grip around his neck tightened. “Remember, priest, alive or dead, you and your companions belong to me. You cannot continue living in this world without my blood, and if you die you will meet me in the netherworld. My prison is the ocean of darkness through which all souls must pass in death and I can detain any that I choose, so you will do well not to offend me.” “Yes, Great Chand.” With a serpentine hiss, Chand dropped his hold on the priest who sank to his knees, rubbing his neck and gasping. The Lust God continued down the corridor until he reached his private chamber. In his fury, he had nearly forgotten about Kabir. Now the man haunted him again. You know how greedy and evil these priests are. You know that after drinking your blood the only way they can survive is by stealing the blood of mortals and they do this by imprisoning your chosen mates. I told the priest and I will tell you, I don’t need a reminder of the circumstances surrounding my cursed existence. You don’t want to hear about the despair in the harem you built. There is no suffering. If the priests mistreat any of the women, I would know about it and they would suffer upon my yearly return. The women live like queens. In a gilded prison. If you are repulsed by their situation, then why did you press me to select a woman you and I both

desire? You mean a woman whom we both could care for. Pathetic man. You are just as selfish as I am. I use these women to gain a few days in the flesh, and you use one with the hope of freeing yourself. Kabir’s spiritual voice remained silent and Chand smiled. You don’t like hearing the truth, do you? You still consider yourself a pure, untouched priest seeking to do what’s best for his people. For centuries you have immersed yourself in lust. Remember, every woman in the harem pleased our body. Each time we thrust our cock into feminine flesh, you felt the same pleasure as I did. Never forget that. I cannot. Kabir’s sorrow crashed against the frozen barrier around Chand’s heart. It was salty and hot, eating away at the ice, but only the outer layer. The Lust God had made his defenses thick. Impenetrable. No matter how strong Kabir’s emotions, they would never break through. Now, you hypocrite, we will take the woman I have chosen and we will sate our lust with her soft, mortal body.

Chapter Four

Her legs trembling, Tamanna followed two priests down the torch-lit corridor. For the first time, true horror struck her. She had been chosen to mate with the Lust God. Images of him danced through her mind. Tall, powerful, possessing golden eyes and four magnificent arms, he was completely inhuman. How could she hope to satisfy such a vigorous, masculine being? The Deity of Death and Fertility, a complete contradiction, he was among the strongest of the gods, with only his father, Ailesh, possessing more power. Had she been mad to think she could satisfy him, let alone touch his soul? The priests stopped outside a door at the end of the hall. Tamanna also paused, her heart pounding. She tried to control her breathing and appear unafraid. She must have succeeded, since the priests were staring at her with a hint of anger in their red-tinged eyes. “Remember to show the Great Chand the utmost respect, woman,” one of the priests warned, his voice almost a whisper. “It is you who need to show respect and remember your place, priest,” boomed a deep voice from inside the chamber. Both priests and Tamanna jumped at the displeasure in the Lust God’s voice. Apparently his hearing was quite keen, to have caught the priest’s softly spoken words. “Send the woman in and leave us.”

Exchanging glances, the priests motioned for Tamanna to step inside before they turned and walked down the corridor. Drawing a deep breath, she curled her hand around the doorknob. Slowly, she entered the Lust God’s chamber. It was a vast room, about half the size of the great hall. At the farthest end of the room, steam rose from a hot spring bath sunk into the floor and surrounded by black marble. In the center of the room, in front of an enormous fireplace, stood a polished wooden table and four matching chairs. A basket of bread, cheese, and fruit along with a bottle of wine rested on the table. The bedroom area, directly in front of Tamanna, captured her attention most of all. Long black curtains were drawn back from a bed large enough to comfortably fit five tall men. Black silk sheets and six fat pillows adorned it. Matching curtains draped the nearby window so the only light in the room emanated from several strategically placed torches in the walls. A portion of the wall to Tamanna’s right moved backward. From a hidden room, the Great Chand emerged. Having discarded his loincloth and jewelry, he stood before her in his naked glory. His dark skin gleamed with ginger-scented oil that seemed to make his every chiseled muscle stand out harder and more beautiful than ever before. Tamanna’s breathing quickened when her gaze fixed on his thick cock emerging from a crinkled nest of gleaming black hair. The ruddy head with its enticing eye called for her to suck it. The balls beneath were heavy, like those of some great male animal waiting to claim its mate. “On your knees, woman,” he growled. She dropped to the floor, though continued to stare defiantly at his cock for a moment before lifting her gaze to his brilliant golden eyes. He smiled, revealing the pointed tips of his teeth. “You have a rebellious nature. I like that. Nevertheless, you will learn obedience, lovely one.” Lovely one. Her pulse skipped at his compliment. She wanted him to find her attractive. “Come to me. No. Do not stand. Come to me on your knees.” She moved forward. When she reached him, his cock was at her eye-level. Staring, she saw the pattern of veins beneath the skin and the ridge along the underside. The bulbous head fascinated her. She wondered if it felt as velvety as it looked. The desire to prod the little opening with the tip of her tongue was almost overwhelming. “Take me in your mouth, lovely one.” Again, she lifted her gaze to his. “My Lord, don’t you even wish to know my name first?” One of his hands lashed out and grasped a handful of hair at the back of her head. He held it snugly, not enough to cause pain, but with enough force to let her know how easily he could hurt her, if he so desired. He spoke softly, yet with underlying irritation. “I am a god. If your name was important to me, do you think I would not already know it?”

For some reason, his words wounded and angered her. Her eyes must have reflected her feelings, because he smiled again, a sinister twisting of his voluptuous lips. “Did you think to capture the heart of a god?” How had he known that? She drew a sharp breath and shook her head. “Speak when I ask you a question!” “No, My Lord.” “Then why are you here?” “To please you. To… offer you thanks for keeping our people safe.” “You believe that offering your puny mortal body is thanks enough?” Her anger and hurt turned to hatred. Why had she come to the temple? Finally she realized what a fool she had been to give up her entire life for a stupid dream. His hand moved from her hair to her face. Cupping her chin, his gaze fixed on hers. Those harsh golden eyes narrowed slightly and a hint of emotion darted through them. Slowly, he began caressing her face. His hands stroked her cheeks and forehead. He ran a fingertip over her lips, then caressed her throat with feathery touches that soothed her in spite of her rage. His second set of hands entangled in her hair, his fingers threading through it with a lover’s gentleness. Tamanna’s eyelids fluttered and drooped. His touch was like a powerful potion, lulling yet arousing her at the same time. Before she knew what was happening, her eyes closed and she followed the gentle tug of his four hands. Something velvety soft yet incredibly hard brushed against her cheek, then her lips. She instinctively knew it was his cock. Her eyes still closed, she groped for it. Two of his hands guided hers around the staff. It was long and thick, the skin soft. He carried a faint masculine scent that instantly made her wet. She moistened her lips with her tongue before taking his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it, lapping the tantalizing crown. She licked the underside, then sucked it gently. “Harder, lovely one,” he said. Unable to resist, she did as he ordered, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth until his cock brushed the back of her throat. After several moments, he withdrew almost to the tip so she could once again explore the crown of his erection. Now completely involved in her task, she lapped and sucked while running her hands along the shaft, squeezing and stroking at varying speeds. One of her hands reached down and cupped as much of his sac as she could fit into her palm. A low groan escaped his throat and the sound of it seemed to strike her in both her heart and her pussy. Her breathing was much quicker now, and her nipples ached nearly as much as her clit. Though her legs still trembled, it was no longer with fear, but with passion. She wanted to feel his hard cock plunging deep inside her, yet she couldn’t tear her mouth away from its carnal duty. Licking and sucking him was far too arousing.

Two of his hands were buried in her hair, holding her close to his thrusting pelvis while his other two reached down and fondled her breasts. Tamanna whimpered around his cock, sobs of pleasure bubbling from her throat as he tenderly pinched her nipples. His expert hands squeezed her breasts, then lifted their weight while rolling his thumbs over their pebble-hard tips. Between the pleasure of sucking his cock and the marvelous sensation of his hands on her breasts, she was on the verge of climax. How could she possibly come before he did? By rights he should have already exploded from the force of her attack on his staff, but he was still hard as a rock and, other than an occasional groan of delight, seemed in perfect control of his body. He pushed her away. Panting, she stared up at him. His pupils were dilated, his nostrils slightly flared, and his lips parted. His chest rose and fell rapidly and Tamanna might have smiled with satisfaction if she hadn’t been overwhelmed by need. “Come,” he said, grasping her arm and tugging her toward the bed. “On your back. Close to the edge.” Quivering with passion, she climbed onto the bed and lay at the foot of it, her legs hanging off the end. It wasn’t very high off the ground, so when he knelt and guided her legs around his waist, his cock slid into her easily. Though he had moved rather quickly, she was very wet and there was little discomfort. His swiftness did take her by surprise, however, and she cried out, as much from shock as from desire. He paused, his hips remaining still while he waited for her to fully adjust to his entry. After a moment, she relaxed a bit, though her entire body still trembled and her heart pounded like she’d run for miles. Through half closed eyes she watched his hands caress her breasts. A hand slipped under her buttocks. A finger pushed between her bottom cheeks and pressed against her sphincter. Tamanna panted. Blood pounded through her entire body. Surely the sensations couldn’t get any better than this? Oh, yes, they could! His fourth hand reached between them, tracing the joining of his cock and her pussy, gathering some of her feminine dew with his fingertip. He then used the slick digit to rub her clit while he shifted his hips, his cock thrusting into her. Closing her eyes, Tamanna gasped and writhed. Every sexually sensitive area was being stimulated at once. Even in her dreams, pleasure had never been this good. Her head arched back, every muscle in her body tense. She knew she couldn’t hold out. Not like this. “Cry out,” he demanded, his voice raw and even deeper than before. “Shout for me, lovely one.” “Ah,” Tamanna shrieked. Over and over she moaned and sobbed while her body thrashed and he continued stroking and thrusting. Pussy, ass, clit, and breasts were all stimulated at once. “Great Chand, oh please. Please! Please!” His thrusts came faster and harder. Tamanna was no longer aware of anything but the pleasure coursing through her from head to toe. With a savage cry, she came. Her back arched off the bed and her breasts thrust hard against his hands. Massive pulsations broke over her, stealing her breath. Chand’s attentions never ceased. His hands and cock drove her body until the very last spasm shook

her. Tamanna lay, stunned, her eyes closed, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her hands and legs trembled for several moments. Finally her pulse slowed and she gathered the strength to open her eyes. Still kneeling, his stiff cock buried deep inside her, Chand smiled slightly. Sweat misted his handsome face and glistened on his chest. “Recovered?” he asked. “I… I’m not sure,” she murmured. He smiled wickedly and thrust his hips, slowly, rhythmically. Though Tamanna had been certain the orgasm she had just experienced had drained her for the night, his motions began to stir her desire again. The marvelous tightening started deep inside her. Rather than caress her nipples, which had become too sensitive for such direct stimulation, he cupped her breasts and kneaded them. His hand squeezed her bottom at the same time his thumb rolled over her clit. It, too, was almost painfully sensitive, but somehow she still wanted him to touch it. He seemed to know this and caressed it with the utmost gentleness, a mere brushing of his thumb up its center, then down each of its sides. He repeated the motion over and over while his cock thrust a bit faster. “Oh, My Lord, surely you’ll kill me,” she murmured. “No. You have a fine, strong body. Your powerful heartbeat fills my ears and the scent of your lust is like the headiest perfume. It would take much more than a few hours of lovemaking to kill you.” A few hours? He had to be jesting. Now she was truly beginning to understand why he was called the Lust God. Tamanna’s head tossed back and forth with passion. Sooner than she imagined possible, she was teetering on the verge of another climax. This time she forced herself to look at him, to judge if he was any closer to joining her in bliss. His beautiful eyes were half closed, his lips slightly parted. His chest expanded with each measured breath. Obviously he was controlling his breathing, since the arteries in his taut neck pulsed fast and visibly. In the midst of her rapidly climbing pleasure, she began tightening her vaginal muscles, hoping to force him into a shared orgasm. Unfortunately, her actions only spurred her own desire. His thumb flicked over her clit while his staff drove in and out of her drenched pussy. Unable to resist, Tamanna closed her eyes and cried out sharply as yet another orgasm, just as powerful as the first, rocked through her. While she lay panting, she felt him slip out of her. She opened her eyes, scarcely believing the sight of his still hard cock, glistening with her juices. It looked ready to burst, the head flushed, a creamy droplet beading upon the eye. Sitting up, she watched him sprawl on the bed, his legs open, a hand curled around his staff. He stroked it with long, sweeping motions, his eyes fixed upon it. When those eyes finally met hers, they were

burning with hunger. “Please, Great Chand,” she asked, crawling toward him on the bed. “Let me…” She knelt between his legs and placed her hand over his on his cock. His grasp loosened and he entwined his fingers with hers. Their gazes locked and once again that desperate, lonely look filled his eyes, only to be hidden when he closed them and settled his head more comfortably on the pillow. “Pleasure me, woman.” She didn’t need to be told twice. Grasping his enormous staff in both hands, Tamanna began licking and sucking the head with a vengeance. After the joy he had given her, she wanted to repay him. It amazed her that such a boorish creature, even if he was a god, could inspire powerful emotions within her. He frustrated, confused, yet completely aroused her. Tenderly, she ran her teeth along his staff, then lapped the head. With the tip of her tongue, she traced the underside and prodded the tiny eye on the crown of his erection. Then she took him deeply into her mouth and sucked hard. His breath hoarsened. In his state of arousal, she didn’t doubt he would come quickly, but this time she wanted to be sure. Her eyes closed, she worked in a fast, steady rhythm, driving him relentlessly. His hips lifted, though she sensed he was holding back to keep from hurting her. She wished she could tell him it was all right, that she wanted him to enjoy every moment. The best and only way to do this would be to show him. Her hands stroked his shaft and she sucked faster, swirling her tongue around him. Panting hard, he grasped her hair and her shoulders. His hands were trembling slightly. A guttural sound escaped his throat and his body arched. He came, quivering with ultimate pleasure.

Chapter Five

Not even two hours after their lovemaking session began, the woman lay in a deep sleep atop the black satin sheets. Beside her, Chand lounged on his side, his chin propped on his hand, and gazed at her, puzzled by his strange reaction to her. He never allowed women to sleep in his bed. When their session ended, he either invited them to sleep on the floor, if he had intentions of taking them again that night, or dismissed them to sleep in an adjoining room. Purging one’s lust with a woman was one thing, sharing something as intimate as sleep was another. Sleep was vulnerability, complete exposure. She was no different than the other women he’d been with, so why allow her to sleep in his bed? His gaze lingered over the soft curve of her cheek, then fixed on her parted lips. Unable to resist, he gently touched a fingertip to her temple and drew an invisible trail down the side of her face and along her jaw line. Obviously exhausted by the excitement of the day combined with their lovemaking, she didn’t

stir. Grinding his teeth, Chand withdrew his hand sharply and rose from the bed, his fists clenched. There was no purpose in watching a woman sleep. Usually after his yearly mate collapsed from weariness, he ordered a priest to move her to the adjoining room while he visited the harem. This year should be no different. His other women were awaiting him and should not be disappointed. This was his chance to see that they were being well treated and not abused by the greedy parasites holding them captive. No sooner had he stepped out of his chamber than a priest approached. His hands twisting in front of him and eyes downcast, he spoke in a quivering voice, “Great Lord, do you wish for the woman to be moved from your bed?” Inexplicably, Chand’s temper rose. “If I want the woman moved, I will order it.” “Yes, My Lord.” His voice scarcely a whisper, the priest stepped away, though he dared raise his eyes to face the Lust God. In his expression, Chand noted that his fear extended beyond the usual terror of the Lust God’s wrath. The priest disapproved of the woman remaining in his chamber, just as the parasites disapproved of him choosing his mate immediately rather than selecting ten to compete. They feared that he, the most cold and cunning of gods, would succumb to the lure of a mere mortal woman. Chand bared his teeth and backed the priest against the wall. “Leave this wing of the temple. You and your pathetic companions will not come here again unless summoned, is that understood?” “Yes, Great Chand.” “Then be gone,” roared the Lust God. The back of his hand cracked across the priest’s face, knocking him onto his hands and knees. Terrified, the black-robed maggot crawled away before staggering to his feet at the end of the corridor and running off. Grinding his teeth, Chand strode down the opposite corridor and up a flight of stairs. The harem took up an entire wing of the temple. Decorated with lush velvet, silk, tapestries, and carpets, it contained all the comforts money could buy. No expense was spared for clothing, food, or entertainment. There was even a garden on an enormous balcony outside the bathing chamber. The harem was a paradise for women, yet each year Chand could not ignore the sadness and longing emanating from his past mates. The priests themselves never harmed them, even when they took their blood. If any of the women experienced physical pain, Chand would see it in their eyes and the priests would pay dearly. He could spare them from agonies of the flesh, yet their emotional suffering was beyond his control, unless he decided to abandon his only link to this world. Telling himself that the women had chosen to give up their lives outside the temple, that they had known they would forever leave their families and friends, should have eased his mind, yet it didn’t. He ignored the sorrow in their expressions, sorrow that most of them tried to hide beneath worshipping smiles. Other than when the priests took their blood, his was the only male contact they experienced. Once a year, between lovemaking sessions with his new mate, he would satisfy them during an extended orgy.

The ones who had grown too old to enjoy his body, he comforted through touch and conversation. Many of the women still adored him, while others had developed bitter hatred, though none admitted such loathing outwardly. He sensed it, and he overlooked it. To them, he was as much a monster as the priests. After their week with him, they knew the truth about the Copulisiac Ritual. It was not meant to save humans from an epidemic, but to grant the priests eternal life. In spite of his great power, the Lust God was as much a victim as the women themselves. No!Chand growled deep in his throat, slamming all four fists against the corridor’s stone wall. Where were these thoughts coming from? The Great Chand was no victim, at least not of the priests. It was the other gods, his own kind, hisfamily , who had slapped him in bonds and tied him to the netherworld. Any other thoughts were weak, and they didn’t come from Chand, but from Kabir. You know that’s not true, Kabir’s internal voice whispered.Just like me and the women, you are a victim, Lust God. You are so alone and desperate for contact that you bargain with your very blood, like a whore. Shut up, boy! No. I will not shut up. I cannot. Closing his eyes tightly, Chand concentrated on burying Kabir even deeper within him. Finally, the nagging voice was silenced. Panting, Chand stood for a moment, willing himself to calm. Once he’d mastered his temper, he opened the door to the harem’s main room where most of the women spent the day. No sooner had he stepped inside than the women’s laughter and conversation ceased. They stared at him, frozen in the midst of day-to-day activities -- drinking tea, painting, dancing, sewing, or caring for the oldest and weakest among them. Murmurs of “Great Chand” and “My Lord” echoed throughout the room as the silk-clad women crowded around him. The boldest reached for his arms or knelt, running their soft hands over his legs. “Great Chand, pleasure us.” “We’ve missed you.” “Just a kiss --” Gentle hands caressed his neck. “And a touch --” Another hand stroked his inner thigh. “Back,” Chand stated. Gazing at him with eyes shining with anger, hatred, and lust, they sat on their knees, forming a circle around him. He almost wanted to look away, but the Lust God would show no weakness.

“Have you been well treated?” he asked. “Tell me if there is anything you require.” The next couple of hours were spent talking with his women, accepting their kisses and caresses while ensuring himself that the priests had fulfilled their end of the bargain. Finally satisfied that the members of his harem had not been abused, he made an exit, anxious to leave their bejeweled prison. “Great Lord,” one of the younger women reached for his hand, her brown eyes holding his with unfulfilled passion, “will you not make love with us?” He glanced at them -- women who had come to him for wealth, for the chance to copulate with a god, to give up their freedom for a lie spun by the priests. None of them had ever looked at him with a semblance of affection, not that he expected, even wanted them to. Why, then, were his thoughts spinning with the image of the woman awaiting him in his chamber? The only desire in her expression was for him, all of him, body and mind. Unlike these others, she had tried talking to him, even if it was just a tiny overture such as offering her name. “Take us,” another woman begged, slipping off her mesh gown and fully exposing her naked curves. Several others mimicked her gesture. The scent of their warm, perfumed flesh filled him, yet his cock stirred only when he thought of the woman in his chamber. “Not now,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. They stared at him, taken aback. It was the first time he had ever refused them. Without a backward glance, he strode out of the harem and returned to his chamber. He stepped inside, his gaze fixing on the woman who stood, naked, over a basin of water. She glanced up, her face and breasts streaked with moisture, a towel clutched in her hands. A slight smile touched her lips. “My Lord, I wondered where you had --” “I gave you no leave to speak.” She fell silent, though a combination of hurt and anger glistened in her eyes. This woman definitely had spirit. He reached her in three long strides. Grasping her arm, he dragged her across the room and pushed her onto the rug in front of the hearth. “Wait,” she said. Chand grasped her jaw a bit too tightly and glared into her eyes. “I told you not to speak.” “You want to hurt me.” He couldn’t decide if it was a question or an accusation. All he knew was she had defied him more in one evening than any member of his harem had done in the past hundred years. “I want you to be quiet and fulfill your obligation.”

“I believed it would be a pleasure.” Leaning a bit closer, he spoke against her lips. “Who do you think you are, woman?” “I am Tamanna, Great Lord.” He could smell her fear, sense it, yet she refused to drop her gaze from his. Short of causing her physical harm, there was only one way he could discern to shut her up. Dragging her to his chest, he covered her mouth with a kiss so long and penetrating that when it ended she lay panting in his arms. “Get on your hands and knees, Tamanna,” he ordered. Her breathing still ragged, she did as he asked, glancing over her shoulder at him, her lovely brown eyes curious and aroused. Kneeling behind her, he leaned forward slightly. Two of his hands kneaded her breasts while a third caressed her smooth, satiny backside. His fourth slipped around her waist and explored her soft mound. His thumb stroked her clit while a finger slid into her pussy. She was warm and damp, but not nearly wet enough. A few short moments of stroking rectified the problem and soon she was panting harder and soaked with passion. Slowly withdrawing his wet finger, he rolled it over her clit. “Oh!” Her fingers gripped the carpet hard and her bottom wriggled in desire. Chand straightened, using two hands to steady her hips while the other two continued stroking her back and clit. His cockhead prodded her. With a pounding heart, he slid into her, inch by slow inch. By the time he was buried to the hilt, she was moaning and writhing. He stared at their joined bodies through half closed eyes. By all that was sacred, no woman had ever excited him as much as this dark-haired beauty. What was it about her that made him feel this way? He began thrusting in a steady rhythm, relishing every whimper and moan dragged from her throat. “Please, oh please,” she panted, dropping lower and bracing most of her weight on her forearms. Her wealth of hair spilled onto the rug, baring the smooth flesh of her neck. When he was finished, he’d make a point to lick and kiss every inch of her. Climax overtook her. With a wild cry, her vaginal muscles tightened and pulsed. Chand forced his body to remain still, his buttocks and thigh muscles so tight they trembled. He willed himself to take deep, steadying breaths and resisted the urge to thrust hard and empty himself within her hot, sweet body. When her orgasm ebbed, he withdrew his cock and released her hips, allowing her to sink to the floor, panting. Her eyes were closed, her thick lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. A slight smile curved her pretty mouth that he longed to kiss. Pulling her into his arms, he did just that, his mouth plundering hers. She responded with more enthusiasm than he thought her capable of after such an intense climax. Her fingers tangled in his hair and her tongue met his thrust for thrust.

When the kiss broke, she slipped her arms around his neck and said breathlessly, “I knew it would be like this with you, My Lord. I knew it.” Burying a hand in her hair, he wrapped his other arms around her, returning her embrace. He felt uncharacteristically confused. Of all the women he’d had, none had ever embraced him in this manner. None had mentioned speculating what making love with him would be like. He had surprised most of them with his vigor, but none had ever come to the Lust God withexpectations . Fear and desire, yes, butexpectations ? He released her abruptly and stood. “I’m hungry.” “So am I.” She hopped to her feet. “You will eat in that room.” He pointed to a door in the far corner. “That is where you will also sleep.” A flicker of disappointment crossed her face. “I can’t stay with you?” “What?” he growled. “I thought since we only had a week --” “How dare you make such an assumption?” “I --” “Out of my sight,” he hissed, baring his fangs. He grasped her arm, dragged her to the other room, and thrust her onto the silk-covered bed. “Stay here until you are summoned.” He turned, but her words stopped him. “I thought you wanted a mate.” Frustrated beyond reason, he pinned her to the bed, his furious gaze fixed on her. “You have fulfilled that obligation and will continue fulfilling it when you are summoned and until I tire of you, is that understood?” Those large brown eyes gazed at him with a barrage of emotions -- fury, hurt, and, as if to enrage him even more, pity. Her voice was scarcely a whisper, yet her words reached a part of him he didn’t want to admit existed. “There is more to mating than simple penetration, My Lord.” In a low, dangerous voice he asked, “How dare you, a mortal woman, advise the God of Lust in sexual technique?” “It seems someone must, since you have no idea what love is.” Chand’s hand covered her throat and she gasped, as if she expected him to snap her neck. Instead he caressed the soft flesh, feeling the pulse of arteries, his gaze fixed on hers. His lips brushed hers with a feathery touch. He kissed her cheek and both temples, then each eyelid while stroking her ribs. Finding a ticklish place beneath her breast, he brushed his thumb over it in tender circles. He closed his eyes, relishing her scent and the soft echo of her breath, and used the tip of his tongue to outline her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, her breath fanning his shoulder. “Oh, please, My Lord. I love how you touch me. I --” A twisted smile on his lips, Chand stood and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Chapter Six

For several moments after Chand left, Tamanna lay, stunned. She must have been mad to come here and give up her freedom for a single look exchanged with a man she didn’t even know. Perhaps he had bewitched her. He was, after all, the God of Lust. A mere mortal was powerless against him. Then why had she stirred his anger? He could have killed her in a blink, punished her in any way he saw fit for whatever crime he thought she had committed. Instead, he touched her with gentleness and passion that left her yearning for more. He had enjoyed being with her. She’d seen the pleasure in his eyes. But why was he angry? Why was he so alone? Rolling onto her side, Tamanna embraced one of the soft, fluffy pillows and closed her eyes, exhausted in mind and body. It had been a trying day and something told her that unless she and the Lust God came to some sort of understanding, the week would only get worse. *** In his room, Chand sat at the dining table and ate without really tasting the food. Though eating was one of the pleasures he longed for when trapped in the netherworld, at the moment he found he was too preoccupied to enjoy it. Tamanna intrigued him. She was as rebellious as she was beautiful and had no idea how to treat a god with respect, yet her manner enticed him. He longed to know more about her. Rather than approaching him for wealth or even simple mating, it was as if she wanted to be with him just to defy him, to see how far he would allow her to go. You’re afraid of her, Kabir’s voice echoed in Chand’s mind.A little mortal woman and the Great Chand fears her. Silence! Why should I be silent? What more can you do to me that you haven’t already done? Perhaps, priest, I can do no more to you, but I can to her. You’re pathetic, using an innocent to injure me because you don’t like hearing the truth.

What truth? You’re afraid of her because you like her. She stimulates you. In spite of all the women you’ve bedded, you’ve never truly been stimulated. None of them have dared touch your mind, probably because they assume you don’t have one, you colossal fool. In spite of the rage clawing inside him, Chand forced himself to remain calm. You goad me, Kabir, because it’s the only real power you have left. Perhaps, but I’m still right. I do not fear the woman. She has a name. Tamanna, or will you not use it because it means you acknowledge her as something more than a knot hole to rut? All right. If I must, Chand replied as if to a child.I do not fear Tamanna. Then why shut her away? Because you know all women remain in private quarters until I summon them. So you don’t have to know them because if you did you might feel something for them. Our women are not mistreated. Keep telling yourself that, Chand. I’ve listened to you long enough. If you’re not afraid of Tamanna, prove it. Test yourself, otherwise neither of us will ever know the truth. Let her stay with you, if she chooses, though the heavens know why she’d want to spend any more time than necessary with a bore like you. I don’t need to prove myself to you, wretched little man. Kabir’s inner voice chuckled.You’re so desperate for contact that you can’t trust yourself not to fall in love with the first mortal who shows you real kindness? Pathetic . Chand’s teeth clenched and he grasped his goblet of wine so tightly the metal stem snapped in half. Enough ! Once again he buried Kabir, hoping this time the annoying little fool would stay put. Chand stood and paced the room. He’d lost his appetite and was too annoyed to sleep. The idea of waking Tamanna for more lovemaking interested him, yet he didn’t want to see her again, either. Actually, that wasn’t true. He wanted to see her very much, but refused to succumb to the desire. Neither she nor Kabir would control him, yet if he wanted to be with her and was refusing himself the pleasure, were they still not in control?

Even if he spent the week with her, that wasn’t enough time to fall in love. He might learn to like her, but never love. For the ritual to be broken, they needed to fall in love -- both he and Kabir with Tamanna and she with them. He and Kabir were as opposite as two beings could be. How could she possibly love both of them? If she loved Chand, there was no way she could develop feelings for a weak, gentle creature like Kabir. If Kabir turned out to be her true love, then -- impossible as it might seem -- she couldn’t love Chand. The Lust God laughed wickedly. As trapped as he was by the other gods, they were also forced to allow him this yearly freedom through the priests’ disgusting ritual. All he needed to do was ensure that Tamanna loved him and him alone. Then why was he denying himself the pleasure of the woman? Chand strode across the room, flung open the door to Tamanna’s chamber, and approached the bed where she still slept soundly. Anger rekindled. He, the Great Chand, was awake and miserable while the little bitch who had caused all this grief slept. While he watched her, his fury dissipated. She looked lovely and vulnerable, her face and form beckoning for his touch. He swept her into his arms and she stirred, shock in her sleepy expression. “You’re ready again?” she asked, desire smoldering beneath the tired surface of her eyes. “Yes, but you’re obviously not,” he purred. “What are you doing?” “Silence, woman.” “Tamanna,” she murmured, resting her cheek against his shoulder, her arms tightening around him. “Silence,” he repeated, carrying her to his bed where he placed her down and lay beside her, covering them with the sheet. “I thought you didn’t want me to sleep in your --” His finger against her lips silenced her. To his surprise, she kissed his fingertip, then smiled, closing her eyes and cuddling close to his side. Chand stiffened for a moment, resisting the urge to push her away. What did one do with a touch that was not sexual? This was the Love God’s territory, and everyone knew love had nothing to do with lust. Still, he needed to make her love him. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek against the top of her head. The sensation was pleasant. Had he been mortal, he would have thought the position comforting, but as a god he didn’t require such a weak, useless sensation.

He closed his eyes and moments later drifted to sleep. *** Tamanna awoke to sunlight pouring through the large double doors leading to a garden area. Chand must have pulled aside the heavy drape that morning. Chand! Raising herself onto her elbows, she glanced around the chamber, but he was nowhere to be found. The hot spring bath across the room captured her attention. Just what she needed. Standing, she yawned and stretched, her body pleasantly sore from last night’s lovemaking. Before stepping into the tub, she cleaned her face and teeth in a basin of water, her thoughts churning with the events of the previous evening. What had made Chand change his mind about allowing her to share his bed? The man was horrible and wonderful by turns. Not a man. A god, she reminded herself. She couldn’t expect him to act like a normal man, or could she? By the expression in his eyes, he responded to her with the same passion and need as a mortal. He certainly seemed to feel desire and anger strongly enough. Even though he mated with mortal women, her presumption that he would want to converse with her had offended him, yet at the same time he’d seemed in need of contact beyond mating. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair. She had only one short week to figure him out, then she would spend the rest of her life sharing him with the other women in the temple. She waded into the bath and released a soft moan of pleasure. The warm water enfolded and soothed her. Closing her eyes, she ducked underneath, then floated on her back. The door opened and she looked up hopefully, disappointed upon seeing a priest enter with breakfast. The man seemed to cower in the sunlight. With a grimace that revealed teeth as sharp as the Lust God’s he recoiled deeper into his hooded cloak. “The Great Chand will join you soon,” he said. “Thank you.” The priest set the food on the dining table, then approached the bath. Feeling uncomfortable beneath his discerning gaze, she remained up to her chin in water. The priest glanced over his shoulder, as if to ensure they were alone, then said in a voice just above a whisper, “I feel I should warn you that if you wish to remain happy here, do not expect more than you deserve.” “Excuse me?” Tamanna wasn’t sure if she felt more shocked or angry. “I do not mean to offend you, but speak out of concern for your welfare. Many young women come

here expecting to capture the Lust God’s heart, but he is not like mortal men. No woman will be favored above the others. There is no first wife in his harem. Accept this, do your duty, and your life will be pleasant. If you want more than you will ever get, then you will waste years in bitterness and longing.” Tamanna watched the priest warily. She didn’t need to be an oracle to tell his motivations didn’t stem from worry for her, but something else. Had Chand prompted him to make this speech? Doubtful since the Lust God seemed to prefer instilling fear and squelching hopes through his own words rather than depending on his servants to do it for him. “What are you doing here?” Chand’s deep, accusing voice caused Tamanna and the priest to jump. “Bringing your morning meal, Great One.” The priest bowed his head and scurried toward the door. “Then why were you standing, empty handed, by the pool talking to the woman? She is not yours to speak with or look at.” The priest cowered. “Forgive me.” “Leave us. I will deal with you later.” Nodding, the priest hurried out of the chamber, closing the door behind him. Chand approached the bath and glanced at Tamanna. “Join me at the table.” No good morning. No smile. No pleasantries whatsoever. Tamanna wasn’t surprised, but she was a bit annoyed. God or no god, he could try being civil. She quickly finished washing, then stepped out of the bath and dried off with a fluffy black towel. All the while Chand’s gaze remained fixed on her. It felt strange drying off while someone else watched. He stared blatantly at her hard nipples. When she dried between her legs, his lips parted slightly and even from across the room she felt his desire. She reached for a robe, but his command stopped her. “You will come to the table as you are.” “But --” “Continue defying me, woman, and you will be punished.” Sighing, she approached the table. Before she could sit, he dragged her onto his lap. His warmth along with the scent of cinnamon and freshly washed male encompassed her, making her heart beat faster. The sensation of his stiffening cock pressing against her made her long for him to take her, yet her stomach grumbled with hunger. When he began licking and kissing her neck, she said, “Please, My Lord, let me eat.” “You refuse me?” he snarled. “No, but I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and with your appetite for carnal pleasures, I’ve famished. If I don’t eat something, I’ll likely pass out in the midst of --”

She fell silent when he plucked a fat berry from the tray of fruit in the center of the table and held it to her lips. Rather than taking it immediately, she ran her tongue over it as well as his fingers. He released the berry and while she chewed, reached for another. After feeding her several, she had the urge to feed him as well, but using a different method. Taking a sliver of melon, she placed it between her lips, then turned, offering it to him. His mouth covered hers and he bit off part of the melon. They chewed and swallowed quickly, anxious for another taste of each other. Chand kissed her, his hands cupping her face while his second pair of hands stroked her back. Strange how quickly she accustomed herself to his additional appendages. While at first they had disturbed her, once she’d experienced the pleasure they evoked, her discomfort had faded. Tamanna closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to his kiss. Her lips parted to his probing tongue. Her own darted out to meet it, stroke for stroke. He tasted of fruit and cinnamon. His body was rock-hard yet incredibly warm and his touch firm yet tender. His hand caressed her soft mound and dipped between her legs. Long, gentle fingers stroked her to wetness. All the while, he continued kissing her, forcing her to gasp into his mouth lest she faint from lack of air. He swallowed her whimpers and continued stroking and rubbing until she was on the verge of climax. Following his guiding hands, she shifted position and straddled him, lowering herself slowly onto his stiff cock. She kept her eyes tightly closed until he was buried to the hilt. His hands settled on her waist and cupped her face. Her heart pounding, Tamanna opened her eyes and met his golden gaze. Settling her hands on his shoulders, she whispered, “Do all the gods have eyes like yours?” He shook his head. “Mine see in dark places. I am Lord of the Netherworld.” “What is the netherworld like?” A flicker of sorrow crossed his face. “Why ask such a thing?” “Because it’s part of you, and I want to know about it.” “It’s dark, like a forest on a moonless night. The waters are black. Cold. All the dead come to me first before they either sink into the depths or cross the ocean to eternity with my brother, the God of Love.” She noted the contempt in his expression when he spoke of the Love God. “Cold and dark,” she murmured, her pulse thrumming. Instinctively she began rocking upon him. Heavens, he filled her perfectly and touched her in all the right places. He nodded, his dark pupils slowly filling his golden eyes as passion grew. “No wonder you visit the world of the living,” she said against his lips, then kissed him, her hands splayed across his back, her fingers gripping the powerful muscles. With a groan that might have been pleasure or pain, he cupped the back of her head and held her face to

his while his tongue plundered her mouth. His hips lifted and she met him thrust for thrust. They came at the same moment, gasping into each other’s mouths, their arms locked tightly around one another. Tamanna melted onto him, her head resting against his shoulder, her arms and legs draped over him while he stroked her back. She stirred only when he moved her to a chair of her own. An uncharacteristically pleasant smile touched his lips. He ran a fingertip down her cheek and across her mouth. “This time I had really better feed you. If you’re to endure a week of this, Tamanna, you must keep your strength up.” *** Late that night, Tamanna lay in Chand’s arms, her drowsy thoughts lingering over the events of the day. After breakfast, they had made love again, then he had taken her on a tour of the temple, from its highest towers to its deepest dungeons. Strolling beside Chand through the cool, dark chambers below, Tamanna noted scratches and worn spots on the stone walls and floor. A stone altar with rusted shackles in each corner, covered in dust, stood the center of a round room. “In ancient times, sacrifices were made here,” Chand told her. “Many criminals were sent to me, their blood spilled and spirits cowering on their way through the netherworld.” Tamanna shivered from more than the damp dungeon air. “You asked for sacrifices?” “I asked for nothing from humans but reverence and the soft, warm flesh of willing females in my bed.” “But you did nothing to stop the sacrifices?” He shrugged. “The evildoers were mine regardless of whether or not priests offered me their blood.” “But what if they weren’t evil?” “Then the Love God would collect his due.” “What’s through there?” She pointed to a heavily barred door to their left. “Nothing of interest,” Chand said, though she noticed an odd glimmer in his eyes. Fear struck her with the force of an ax blow. “Are sacrifices still made to you, My Lord?” His brow furrowed. “Why do you ask, woman?” “It’s just that…” “Speak! Since we met you have not held your tongue. Why the sudden shyness?” Drawing a steadying breath, Tamanna met his gaze and spoke with more confidence than she felt. “Since

entering the temple, I have seen no one except priests, yet I believed your mates were allowed to live here for life.” An evil smile spread across his handsome features, revealing the tips of his fangs. “You think the women are sacrificed to me?” “As I said, I have not seen --” “Come.” He turned and walked briskly down the corridor leading to the stairway up. “I said come, Tamanna.” She followed him, glancing over her shoulder at the altar. Chand led her up a hidden staircase to another part of the temple. They passed several doors, which he opened, revealing plush living quarters filled with richly dressed women of all ages. They stared at her with curiosity, yet none spoke to her, and their eyes always drifted toward Chand with expressions of lust, some tainted by anger and regret. When he closed the last door in the wing, she said, “Forgive me, My Lord. I didn’t mean to accuse you of --” “Neither your accusations nor your apology mean anything to me, woman.” “Then why bring me here?” “The terror of thinking you would be sacrificed might spoil your enthusiasm during our time together.” For a moment Tamanna thought he had eased her fear out of kindness. She should have known better. On their way back to his chamber, Tamanna reflected on what she’d seen in the harem. Though the women possessed all the riches they’d been promised, they seemed unhappy, perhaps because the reality of their bargain had finally set in. Each of them, herself included, had sacrificed life as they knew it. Tamanna had no family to miss, yet she did have liberty. She had obsessed about Chand for so long that she thought experiencing a single perfect love would be worth trading a free though lonely life. Only in his presence did she begin having doubts. Tamanna’s thoughts returned to the present and she lifted her head to gaze into Chand’s face, expecting his eyes to meet hers. She was surprised to find them closed, his face relaxed and lips parted in sleep. He looked quite different than when he was awake. His handsome features appeared noble rather than arrogant. No expressions of anger and loneliness destroyed his perfect male beauty. The smooth, brown expanse of his powerful chest rose and fell with each slow, steady breath. Unable to resist, she leaned closer and brushed a light kiss across his lips. His eyes, still slightly clouded from sleep, opened partway. “Ready again, Tamanna?” She shook her head. “I was just watching you and wondering if you have a -- no, that’s a silly question. If you had a wife, why would you bother with us mortals?”

“I have no desire to bind myself to one woman, and even if I did, no goddess would give up the heavens to rule beside me in the netherworld.” “I believe a woman would rather share the netherworld with a man she loves than live alone in the heavens.” “No one is alone in the heavens,” he said bitterly. “The deities enjoy each other’s company. Even those who are unmarried are never lonely.” “But you’re a deity. Surely you would be welcome --” “The netherworld is my realm. I want nothing to do with the others and they want nothing to do with me.” Tamanna gazed deeply into his eyes, startled by the pain glistening there. He used anger to mask it, but she could see beyond. How many times had she glanced at her reflection and seen the same expression as she cursed her loneliness? Somehow she sensed he would take words of comfort as an insult. Physical touch was the only thing he seemed to understand. Cupping his cheek gently in her hand, she kissed him -- not a passionate kiss, but a chaste and loving one. Would he notice the difference? Would it fuel his anger or reach his soul? At first he didn’t respond to the kiss. His finely shaped lips felt cold and stiff beneath hers. One of his hands grasped her hair almost painfully. She drew a sharp breath, but didn’t attempt to break contact. Instead she kissed each corner of his mouth while tenderly running her fingers through his silky black hair. Slowly, he loosened his grip on her and began caressing her with all four hands. His mouth opened against hers and when his tongue began stroking hers, it was with deep, yet gentle caresses. Tamanna slid completely atop him so they lay breast to chest. The kiss broke and their eyes opened. She asked him through her look alone if she could continue and she judged by his calm, curious expression that she had his permission. While her fingers trailed down his cheekbones and across his jaw line, she covered his face with feathery kisses, learning every plane and curve of his countenance. She moved lower, burying her lips against his neck and licking the powerful column. Her hands traveled over his torso, feeling the hardness of each chiseled muscle and relishing the sensation of his smooth, warm skin against her palms. Though no words were exchanged, she was beginning to understand this man by his response to her touches. As her kisses traveled across his shoulders and chest, he didn’t move and scarcely seemed to breathe. It was as if he was restraining himself from taking the lead and she didn’t doubt he was. Why was he allowing this? “Does this give you pleasure?” he asked. “Touching you?” she whispered, fearful of breaking the moment.

He nodded. “Yes, My Lord. Touching you gives me much pleasure, but does my touch please you?” “Continue and we shall see.” Tamanna smiled slightly and lowered her head, running her lips over his muscle-ridged stomach, her hair trailing over his flesh. Using the tip of her tongue, she outlined his navel and licked her way to his pelvis. When she reached his cock, she clasped it and ran her hands up and down the shaft. Settling between his legs, she began licking his sac, teasing it until it was thoroughly drenched with her saliva. By then his erection was enormous, rock-hard and twitching slightly with impending passion. She glanced at Chand’s face, noting that in spite of his obvious arousal, the Lust God lay still, watching her through half closed eyes as if trying to understand her. Grasping his staff with one hand, she used her thumb to caress the head, smearing the milky droplet from the tiny eye over the velvety flesh. His long-fingered hands tightened a bit on the bedclothes, and his lips parted as he drew a deeper breath than usual. Without warning, Tamanna swallowed as much of his cock as she could fit into her mouth. The head brushed the back of her throat before she pulled it out enough to swirl her tongue around it. Her heart pounding, she licked and sucked, thoroughly enjoying her task. His hips lifted and his breathing grew more ragged with each demanding sweep of her tongue and tug of her lips. It amazed her how much she loved touching him. She clasped his madly twitching staff and continued sucking fast until his hips almost bucked her off the bed. With a cry that was half growl half groan, he came, spraying them both with his essence. Tamanna sat back on her heels, panting, unable to keep her eyes off him as he came hard, then lay still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss on his face. His breathing quickly returned to normal. Opening his eyes, he reached for her and dragged her atop him. She straddled him, a smile on her lips. Two of his hands encircled her waist, caressing her, while his other two kneaded her breasts, his thumbs circling the stiff nipples. “You’re very wet,” he said. “I can feel it.” “How can I not be? You make me feel things I never imagined, My Lord.” “What things?” “Wonderful things.” “They can become more wonderful.” In a swift motion, he tossed her higher on the bed so that she knelt above his face. His tongue thrust into her pussy, swirling and exploring. Stunned and aroused by his actions, Tamanna grasped the headboard. Her thighs taut, she braced herself over his mouth. His tongue switched from her pussy to her clit and back again.

“Ah, My Lord,” she cried, her legs trembling from the awkward position combined with the intense pleasure of his motions. “I don’t think I can stand this. I --” Her words were cut off by her scream of raw passion. He lapped furiously, flinging her into a chasm of desire where she spun and throbbed until the last helpless quiver coursed through her body. If he hadn’t slipped from beneath her and tugged her to his side, she would have collapsed on his face. “Oh, Chand,” she murmured, semiconscious, her body still tingling in the aftermath. “Tamanna,” he whispered and kissed her, a soft, chaste brush of his lips against hers. Cuddling close to his side, she fell asleep.

Chapter Seven

Two days later, Tamanna could scarcely believe Chand was the same man she had met on the first night spent there. Though during his waking hours, the sternness and arrogance rarely left his expression, he seemed to be keeping a firm hold on his temper and allowed her to speak and act freely in his presence. She sensed that for some reason he was deliberately trying to please her, and she was touched by this. She heard whispers among the priests that Chand favored her more than any of the other women of his harem. This obviously worried them, though she never learned why. Every time the conversation seemed to deepen, one of the priests would realize she was listening and they would fall silent, leaving her with her thoughts until Chand joined her. Though they made love often, they also shared all their meals, walked in the temple’s gardens, and talked. She asked him many questions about the heavens and the netherworld. He replied about the heavens in great detail, spinning stories of their beauty and splendor. He spoke of the other deities with contempt and affection, a frightening combination. While he felt kinship with his fellow gods, he also harbored a great deal of bitterness. She longed to ask him why, but thought it too soon. Having him open up to her this much surprised her, and she didn’t want to break the fragile thread of their relationship by pushing him just yet. Oddly, his descriptions of the netherworld were sparse at first. She did pry then, longing to know what his home was like. “Most of the netherworld you should not want to hear about,” he said one sunny afternoon when they rested beneath a tree in the temple’s largest garden. She sat with her back against the thick trunk, Chand lying on the ground with his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his hair and touched the curves and planes of his face. His eyes were closed, so she saw no emotions spinning there, and his voice -- when not raised in anger -- kept a calm, smooth tone that might have lulled her to sleep had it not been so virile and arousing. “It’s a harsh place,” he continued. “The black waters are filled with the souls of the damned. Even I must take care when I wade among them. Show them a second’s weakness, and they will devour you.”

No wonder he seemed awkward when showing gentleness. “How did you become Lord of the Netherworld?” “It’s a precarious place to rule, Tamanna. Other deities approached my father, the God of Gods, wanting the netherworld for themselves. Most of them were too weak to control the spirits there. Others would have channeled their power to other worlds for personal gain, therefore disrupting the balance of the universe. Hell has its own power. It’s strong, and like the power of the heavens, a bit of it flows through all things. Balance and order must be kept. The other deities know this. I enjoy keeping order in the netherworld. I do relish its dark power, but I am not a fool to risk destroying the universe for my own gain. It is enough to rule in my darkness.” “But --” “No more talk, Tamanna.” He sounded irritated. “It’s not often I can enjoy the sunlight.” Still burning with questions, she knew they would have to wait. She had gotten more than she expected from him already. In spite of his words, she sensed he didn’t enjoy his dark reign as much as he claimed. Several moments later, she knew by the evenness of his breathing he’d fallen asleep. One hand still buried in his hair, she leaned her head back against the tree and drifted to sleep only to awaken a short time later to Chand shifting restlessly. She jumped, her heart pounding, and glanced at him. His eyes were tightly closed and his lips drawn back over his fangs in a fierce snarl. “Chand.” She shook him and he snapped awake, grasping her shoulders and pinning her so hard to the tree that she winced. “My Lord, you’re hurting me.” The rage faded from his eyes and he loosened his hold. A pulse beat rapidly in the hollow of his throat and a muscle tightened in his jaw before he stood and strode away. Tamanna hurried after him, but he spun, his expression enraged. “Leave me at peace, woman!” “But --” “I said leave me.” He hissed and pounced at her, his teeth snapping half an inch from her throat. Gasping, Tamanna stood, frozen, and watched him disappear into the temple. *** His heart pounding and head spinning with thoughts and emotions he wished he could ignore, Chand tore through the temple and down to the dungeons. Inside the room with the marble altar where, each year, the priests would perform the summoning ritual, Chand slammed the door shut. He stood, panting, his fists clenched. When he was away from the netherworld, it was the last thing he wanted to think or talk about. Tamanna had been persistent in her questions and rather than admit to any weakness by telling her he didn’t want to speak of it, he had described it to her. That conversation had inspired his nightmare. In it,

his week with her was over and he was sinking into the dark waters of the netherworld. His godlike power waned and he was mortal, vulnerable. The hellish souls tore him apart, using their ragged teeth to strip his flesh from the bone. It was a crazy dream. Such a thing would not happen. He was the God of Death and Fertility. The netherworld was his kingdom. Kingdom. Chand laughed bitterly.My prison . While part of him had always belonged to the netherworld in a way none of the other deities understood, he didn’t want to be trapped there forever, amidst hatred and pain. There he was alone among the worst souls in existence. Sometimes less evil souls spent time there, paying off their debts until the God of Gods called them to the heavens. Sometimes Chand would accompany them across the black ocean to meet his brother, the God of Love, and spend time with his fellow deities. Refreshed, he would return to the netherworld where he would meet the dead, either sending them to the depths or directing them across the murky waters to paradise. Enjoyment was rare in the netherworld, and the touch of another creature almost nonexistent. None of the other deities ever ventured into his world to offer him company. Sometimes he would ride his giant gray wolf, Soma, across the black sand beach. Though a beast, she offered some contact, some connection to a living, breathing being. Even Soma had a family to return to, deep in the forest of the netherworld. Chand’s own arrogance and insatiable lust had destroyed the chance to be with his fellow deities. Always spiteful and arrogant, even for god, his antics had caught up with him, though he felt the others had been unjust in their punishment. Several thousand years of separation would have been sufficient, driving him nearly mad with loneliness. No. That wasn’t enough to satisfy their wrath. They had imprisoned him for eternity, except for the ritual discovered by the priests. He was surprised the other deities had been stupid enough to allow him even that tiny respite, or perhaps his father had forced them to do it. It didn’t matter. At least it was a taste of freedom, but at what cost? The women of his harem weren’t aware that they would become food for parasites. The idea of the priests feeding off of Tamanna was especially unsettling. What’s wrong, Great Chand? Kabir’s voice taunted him.Is Tamanna making you realize the true horror of your life ? “I don’t need her to remind me about the torments of my life,” Chand raged aloud, too lost in feeling to converse in silence. “Over two thousand years trapped in the netherworld and you think I don’t know the meaning of horror?” Yet you choose each year to lure more women into this hell on earth, where they become the victims of the priests.

“One week a year in sunlight. One week to feel mortal flesh. Is that too much to ask? You cannot reprimand me, boy, not when you spend all year among the living.” You call this living? Trapped in an immortal body created by you, unable to leave this temple? “You can eat, drink, enjoy the company of the women. The waters in which you bathe aren’t black and filled with souls waiting to claw your flesh to the bone. Do you have any idea what it’s like, boy?” Yes. I share your memories, Lust God, but you cannot let this continue. You were born a deity, born to rule the netherworld. You cannot keep feeding the priests’ evil. In spite of his harsh words, Kabir’s rage had turned to pity. That only angered Chand more. “Leave me! Leave me,” he roared, forcing Kabir into submission. Nearly bursting with fury, Chand strode to the marble altar and struck it with his fists. After several fierce blows, the marble cracked. He continued pounding until the altar lay in pieces. In spite of his godlike strength, in this world Chand’s flesh was still human. His hands were swollen, bruised, and bloody. They throbbed mercilessly, but the pain dulled the other, more agonizing emotions he’d been experiencing. Sinking to the floor, he rested his head against the damp stone wall. After a moment, he became aware of someone pounding on the door. “My Lord,” Tamanna called. “I told you to leave me,” he growled, not bothering to open his eyes until the door creaked open. He glared at Tamanna, who glanced from the smashed altar to him. Outside the door, the priests stared in, their faces paler than usual. Chand glared at them. “Get out.” In spite of his low tone, his voice dripped rage. The priests scurried off. Tamanna knelt beside him, grasping one of his hands and inspecting the bleeding knuckles. “What must I do to make you listen when I speak?” he snapped, pulling his hand away. “Do you need punishment?” “I’ve already enlisted for a lifetime of punishment by coming here,” she said. “Now for once I want you to keep silent, Lust God, and let me help you.” It was on the tip of his tongue to ask what help a weak little mortal could offer, but something inexplicable stopped him. He gazed at her, his pulse quickening. She had picked up another of his hands and was examining it carefully, her eyelashes lowered. The soft curve of her cheek beckoned him to kiss it, but he refrained. “Come with me.” She stood, still holding his hand.

He followed like some colossal fool who existed for her command alone. Back in his chamber, she asked him to sit on the bed. She filled a basin of water, took a small knife from the table and several towels, then sat beside him. She used the knife to cut one of the towels into strips. Taking his hand, she gently pulled out pieces of marble embedded in the flesh, then washed the raw injuries and wrapped them. By the time she’d finished with all four hands, Chand’s anger had faded completely, replaced by a feeling he couldn’t fathom. It was heavy yet light at the time. It wrapped around his chest and tightened while making his belly flutter and his heart pound. Neither had spoken while she worked, and after she’d finished, Tamanna moved to sit on his lap. Her arms draped around his neck and she rested her head against his shoulder while he enfolded her in his snug embrace. “Would you tell me what upset you?” she asked softly. He shook his head the slightest bit. “Not now.” Her fingers began stroking the back of his neck. Chand’s eyes slipped shut and he enjoyed her closeness, the scent of her perfumed flesh, and the gentle fanning of her breath against his chest. “I… apologize for speaking harshly to you earlier,” he said, the words feeling strange on his tongue. Chand had never said he was sorry for anything -- not that there hadn’t been instances when he should have apologized. There were probably more than he cared to count, but he was Lord of the Netherworld. Regret was a sign of weakness and he could show none. “It’s all right, My Lord.” She tightened her grip on him and kissed his cheek. “Chand.” “My Lord?” “Call me Chand, just as you do when you cry out my name when we make love.” Tamanna giggled. “Noticed that, did you?” He shifted position and their gazes met. “I wait for it.” She looked about to speak, but seemed to change her mind. “What, Tamanna?” “I was just thinking that I wish you would visit this world more often than once a year. It will be torture waiting so long to see you again.” “Don’t think about that now,” he said, another pang of that inexplicable emotion tearing through him. She was right. Not seeing her for an entire year would be torture. *** That night, after Chand left with the promise to return later, Tamanna bathed while contemplating his

earlier fit of temper in the dungeon. She began to realize there was far more to the Lust God than an appetite for sex and power. The vague expressions of loneliness and pain in his eyes appeared stronger and more frequently. Their conversation about the other gods seemed to have upset him, so she decided not to mention them again unless he did. Chand aroused her more than any man she had ever known, but he also confused her. One minute he provoked her anger, the next he stirred her sympathy. Sometimes he made her feel content and protected, and at other times she wanted to wipe away his sadness and make him happy. She knew she gave him physical pleasure, yet he never looked content. He was either preoccupied, angry, or sad. Even during their conversations when he occasionally smiled, it never quite reached his eyes. Oh, she didn’t doubt her questions and comments amused him every now and then, but something prevented him from enjoying their time together. He almost seemed afraid of letting go of his emotions outside of mating. Chand was late coming to dinner that night. Once she’d finished bathing, she wrapped herself in a robe and sat at the table, her gaze switching from their meal to the door. Finally, he stepped inside. She offered him a warm smile. “Good evening, Chand.” “Tamanna.” He joined her at the table, pouring wine for them and offering her the first choice of food. Strange. It was the first time he had done the serving. They ate in silence. She noticed he refilled his goblet several times. Unusual for him. “You’re oddly quiet tonight,” he said, his gaze fixed on her. “No more probing questions?” “No. Not tonight.” “Then it’s my turn.” He curled his lip a bit, took a long swallow of wine, and placed the goblet down. One of his slender fingers rimmed its edge. “Why did you decide to give up your life in the village and come here, Tamanna? Tell me the truth. Was it for wealth?” “No.” His attitude and question took her off guard. What was wrong with him tonight? “A sense of duty to thepriests ?” He sneered the word. “No.” “Your family wished you to come.” “My family is long dead.” He raised one of his savagely arched eyebrows. “Really? You have no one? Relatives, friends?” “No. I lived on the outskirts of the village in the hut where I was raised. I farmed and fished. It was a good enough life, but lonely.” “Don’t tell me you came here to avoid loneliness?”

“I came here because you raised my interest. Last year, during the selection ceremony, when our eyes met, I knew I had to be with you, even for a week.” “Then it was sex with a god you wanted.” “It was sex withyou . It was the chance to know you, Chand. I should not presume to guess the thoughts of a god --” “No, you shouldn’t.” “But I believe you felt the same about me.” “I didn’t choose you last year.” Tamanna lowered her gaze and sighed. She would get nowhere with him. It was like talking to a hurt, stubborn, spoiled child. “I cannot bind myself to just one woman. You understood that when you came here.” “Yes.” Once again she looked at him. “But why is that? Because you think no woman is good enough to fulfill your needs?” He closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and released it slowly. “In spite of everything, I care for you, Chand. You’re so accustomed to being worshipped that you have no idea what it’s like to be loved. That’s sad, even for a god. I know you can punish me for speaking my mind, for initiating a touch between us, for --” “I would not punish you, Tamanna. Not ever. Your boldness is what makes you stand apart, like a beautiful, wild wolf among tame dogs.” Strangely, his words pleased her. She didn’t resist when he swept her into his arms and kissed her. Tamanna entangled her fingers in his hair, only letting go when he placed her on the bed and loomed above her. His gaze swept her body while his hand stroked her from breast to hip. The warmth and gentleness of his touch was an arousing contrast to the starving look in his eyes. His hand covered her soft mound, stroking through the tight curls. His thumb slipped into her pussy, gathering moisture that he used to tease her clit. “Please,” she whispered, her eyes slipping shut. The bed lurched slightly as he settled between her legs, his hands steadying her hips and stroking her thighs while his mouth covered her clit. With each stroke of his tongue, she moaned softly, her fingers weaving through his hair. He relentlessly licked and sucked her sensitive flesh, pushing her toward a mind-shattering orgasm. “Oh, Chand,” she cried, convulsing with pleasure. Swiftly, he covered her body with his and thrust his cock into her throbbing pussy. Supporting himself

with two arms, he used his free hands to stroke her breasts. His fingers and thumbs gently pinched and rolled her nipples. Locking her legs around his waist, she met him thrust for thrust. Her hands tightened on his back, feeling the marvelous tension in his powerful muscles. “Chand, yes, My Lord. Oh, yes,” she panted, feeling the frantic building of a second orgasm only seconds after the first waned. “Tamanna,” he growled, his voice heavy with passion. “What have you done to me, woman?” She was beyond thought and no longer able to form coherent words. She simply moaned and gasped, clinging to him tightly. Seconds after she came, he emptied his essence into her. He collapsed atop her, but rolled onto his side, still holding her close so that she lay half draped across his body. Tamanna rested her head against Chand’s chest, content and relaxed. He remained so still that she thought he had fallen asleep until he began stroking her hair. “I’m going to tell you something, Tamanna, something every woman in my harem hears from my lips when our week together ends.” She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes. “But we still have two days.” “While I talk, I don’t want you to interrupt. Not this time. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “I will tell you what I’ve told the other women, then I will tell you something I’ve never told anyone else.” Still stroking her hair, he paused for so long she was almost tempted to speak, but held her tongue. Finally he continued, “For a century your people have believed that I demand the Copulisiac Ritual in return for saving you from disease. The truth is, there never was a disease. The priests poisoned the people and spun a lie about the plague to ensure participants in the ritual.” Confusion and anger churned inside her. Why did Chand and the priests lie? “The priests summoned me through a dark ritual that allows me to walk the earth and experience the pleasures of mortal contact, but only for a week. After that, I return to the netherworld. In exchange for this reprieve, the priests feed off my blood and embrace immortality. Once they taste my essence, they are no longer men, but beasts that must drink mortal blood in order to survive. That is why the women must remain in the temple after the Copulisiac Ritual. The priests drink their blood.” For a moment Tamanna thought she might be ill. She sat up and tried to pull away, but he held her fast. “Let go of me,” she murmured, her voice dripping disgust. “You promised to hear me out.” “That was when I thought you had a shred of decency within you. After you make love to us, you throw us to those demons who call themselves holy men.”

“The priests take a minimal amount of blood and it is painless, otherwise I would not allow it. The women of my harem are treated with respect --” “You don’t know the meaning of the word!” She spat in his face. He used one of his free hands to wipe the spittle away, but continued holding her, though she felt his anger in the tightness of his grip and saw it blazing in his golden eyes. Panting with rage, she took a moment to think over his words. Finally, she asked, “Why do you need the priests to summon you?” “This is what I have told no one else,” he continued through gritted teeth. “I have been cursed by the other deities, condemned to remain in the netherworld for eternity, barred from the physical touch of gods and humankind, and I need tofeel , Tamanna. For the God of Lust to spend eternity alone is the worst punishment they could have chosen, and they knew it.” Desperation such as she never imagined to see marked his proud face. In spite of her anger, she couldn’t help feeling a touch of pity. She couldn’t imagine a man like Chand, who relished lovemaking, to be trapped in the netherworld, empty of everything but the souls of the damned. “Two thousand years I waited in exile. A century ago, when the priests stumbled upon the ritual and summoned me --” “You couldn’t resist,” she murmured. “I understand, Chand, but that doesn’t make what you’re doing right.” “You think I don’t know that?” he snapped, finally releasing her and leaving the bed. He paced the room like a trapped animal. “What crime did you commit for the other gods to punish you like this?” she asked, though she was almost afraid to know. Sighing, he closed his eyes and turned his face toward the ceiling, his fists clenched. “I flirted with the wives of several other deities.” “They banished the God of Lust for flirting?” She sounded incredulous. “Nothing more?” “I bedded some of them, too, but only the ones who willingly accepted my advances.” “How many?” “Two hundred.” “Two hundred?” she said, her voice just shy of a bellow. “Not including the wives of lesser gods.” “I won’t even ask for a number there.” She held up her hands in mock defense. “Why didn’t you save your games for unmarried women, or take a wife of your own?”

“I never found a woman I wanted to ally myself with for eternity,” he said, holding her gaze for several heartbeats, during which she almost thought he was going to speak again. Instead, he glanced away and continued his pacing. “I know I should not have done what I did, but to exile me forever?” “They won’t consider lightening your sentence?” He raised an eyebrow. “Several of my brothers are very jealous. If a god could be killed, they would have sentenced me to death.” Tamanna sat on the bed, hugging her knees tightly. Though angry at his part in the priests’ deception, she almost couldn’t blame him for taking the few short days of freedom that seemed so little when matched against eternal loneliness. “I will not let them take your blood,” he murmured. “How can you stop them?” “I have my methods.” His eyes blazed. “The parasites know if they harm any of my women, they will suffer tortures such as they cannot imagine.” Tamanna knew the priests feared Chand’s wrath, but she also knew no matter how much fear he instilled, they held the power of freedom over him. Yet what sort of freedom was it, to be forced to participate in this kind of deceit and to have the revolting priests feeding off his blood like ticks on a dog? Tamanna stood and approached him. Slipping her arms around him, she rested her head against his chest and listened to the wild beating of his heart. “All of us are trapped, aren’t we?” she said. He didn’t reply, but held her in a fierce embrace. Finally he pushed her away and headed for the door. “I must go, Tamanna. Our time is over.” “But we have two more days.” “No. This must end now before that bastard wins after all.” He paused, his hand on the doorknob and his head bowed. “What bastard? What are you talking about? Chand!” He stepped out the door and slammed it behind him. When she ran to it, she found it locked from the outside. “Chand! Answer me, damn it! Chand!” No reply came. *** Chand stood on the shore of the netherworld’s black ocean. The red eyes of the damned glowed beneath the surface of the water, laughing at him, not that he blamed them. He was, after all, their lord.

Wind tore across the empty beach, making his unbound hair lash his body like dozens of tiny whips. He was cold through to his heart, but he hadn’t forfeited his freedom. When Tamanna had slipped her arms around him and offered comfort even after she knew the truth about him, he realized he had succeeded in making her love him. Unfortunately, he teetered on the edge of love as well. Having never loved before, he hadn’t understood the danger he was in until he considered refusing his freedom if the priests tasted her blood. When she had asked how he could stop them, he knew that was the one threat that would work, but how could he give up so much for a woman? She had infected him like a disease. If he spent even another day with her -No. He refused to think about it. He could almost hear Kabir’s voice taunting him, even though he and the man were once again separate entities. Until next year. An entire year before he could see Tamanna again, feel her touch, bury himself in her soft, willing body and listen to her soothing words of affection. Growling over his lingering weakness, he leapt into the water. A swim through hell’s ocean would wean him off the woman’s tenderness.

Chapter Eight

Tamanna sat on her silk-covered bed in her room in the harem. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stared blankly out the window and considered the events of the past two weeks. After Chand had left abruptly, the priests had moved her to the harem where the other women seemed to accept her as a companion -- until they realized that when the priests came to dine on their blood, she was the only one excluded. Knowing the Lust God’s order protected her from the blood drinkers gave rise to their jealousy. From then on, most of the women ignored her while others attempted to goad her. This led to physical brawls that often left Tamanna bloody. She was a strong woman and usually gained the upper hand in fights, unless several women leapt on her at once, which happened more often than not. When the priests saw what was going on, they locked her in a private room, no less comfortable and elegant than the rest of the harem, but somehow a far worse prison. For the first time, she began to truly understand the pain of Chand’s loneliness. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the door. Curious, she stood and approached the door. Every evening a priest would bring her food and fresh water. The vile creature would never talk, even if she asked a question, and would leave in seconds.

It was not evening, however, but morning. Sunlight bathed the room in light and danced off the pool of water in the garden just outside her window. When Chand was away, the priests never appeared in daylight, so who was outside her door? The lock turned, the door opened, and a handsome young man stepped inside. Tall with smooth brown skin and dark eyes, he gazed at her with hesitation. Though she had never seen his face, there was something familiar in his expression. “Tamanna?” “Who are you?” she asked warily. “I am Kabir.” “You’re not a priest.” “Like you, I’m one of their captives. I thought we might spend some time together, if you’re willing?” *** Kabir stood staring at Tamanna, his heart pounding. After Chand had left him, Kabir had been shocked by his turmoil regarding the Lust God. He thought he had known all the dark corners of Chand’s thoughts and feelings, but he had been wrong. Until Tamanna, the Lust God had kept his deepest emotions well hidden. Kabir had almost been overcome by the man’s desperation, loneliness, and self-loathing. He had no idea how much guilt Chand felt about the priests’ deception and how he despised the weakness that drove him to accept it. After Chand had gone, Kabir dragged himself to his chambers where he had dropped onto his bed and not moved for days. He was always physically exhausted after the Lust God left his body, but this weariness went beyond anything he had ever felt before. Though as an immortal being, he healed rapidly, it had nonetheless taken a full day before the wounds on his hands faded. He could still feel pain of his bones bruising and flesh splitting beneath the pounding of Chand’s fists against marble. The destruction of the altar meant little to the priests. They would have another built in time for next year’s ritual, but the meaning behind its destruction haunted Kabir. The Lust God was as much a pawn as the women and Kabir himself. His punishment for his crimes was nothing short of torture, his only bit of happiness allowed during the week of the ritual. If Kabir continued his plan for Tamanna to fall in love with them, thereby ending the means for the ritual to be performed, he would condemn Chand to eternal loneliness. For the first time, he felt genuine sympathy for the Lust God, so much that he remained in his room for nearly two weeks before his reason overcame his emotions. Regardless of what Chand must endure, he had willingly committed his crimes. Kabir and the women had been deceived and they deserved release. The demon priests slept by day. Kabir could sneak into the harem, court Tamanna, and the parasites

would never know the difference. On his way to the harem, other thoughts had plagued him. He could not tell Tamanna the truth about his plan, or else it could hinder the natural course of any feelings that might develop between them. This made him as much a liar as the priests. He told himself it was a means to a better end, yet he couldn’t help the hint of guilt that nearly prevented him from knocking on her door. Worst of all, part of him already loved her. He had been witness to almost everything shared between her and the Lust God. He had felt her warmth and kindness and often wished she had been offering it to him, not Chand. As much as the god craved companionship, Kabir’s life had been lonely and miserable as well. He longed for Tamanna’s touch, though he loathed the lies that would bring it. Now his decision had been made. He stood, facing her, offering the beginning of a courtship that would end their loneliness and hopefully free the prisoners of the temple. Tamanna’s rich brown eyes gazed into his for several seconds before she stepped aside and gestured for him to enter her room. “Come in.” He stepped inside and sat in a chair by the dinner table. For several moments they stared at each other in awkward silence. Kabir’s heart pounded and his hands felt clammy. Flirtation had never been a particular talent of his, but after a century sharing a body with the Lust God, one would think he would have learned something about attracting women. Finally, Tamanna broke the silence. “I didn’t realize the priests and Chand used men in the ritual.” “Excuse me?” “The ritual which allows him freedom from his imprisonment.” Stunned, Kabir stared at her. He had no idea Chand had told her the truth about his punishment. Though he eventually confided in the women about the ritual, he liked to save face by making it appear like he could initiate it at will and not fully depend on the priests. When had he told Tamanna? It must have been after he’d destroyed the altar in the dungeon. The incident had accompanied thoughts that disturbed Kabir more than he imagined they would. When Chand had pushed him into the darkest recesses of his mind, Kabir had chosen to remain there in blessed blackness, numbing himself against Chand’s thoughts. Chand must have confided in her at that time. “He told you about that?” “Yes.” Drawing a deep breath, Kabir ran a hand through his hair and rethought his plan for the evening. Somehow, Chand had managed to overcome his pride and reveal his shame to a mortal. He had been honest with Tamanna, and she had responded. Why shouldn’t she? Kabir preferred the truth over lies and doubted he could love a woman who was any different. “The priests and Chand do use me, but not in the way you think. During the week of Chand’s freedom, the Lust God and I are one.” *** Tamanna could scarcely believe the story Kabir spun. If she thought herself and the women of the harem

used, the young priest was even more so. Not young. He was over a century old, made immortal by the Lust God’s power. Strange how two men who seemed so opposite could inhabit the same body for even a short time. The priest seemed humble, gentle, almost innocent in spite of all he’d endured. Chand was arrogance personified. Perhaps the only thing common to them was strength. Kabir had the strength to fight against his captors and endure the ritual’s yearly torment, and Chand had the strength to keep his sanity while banished into a darkness that would drive a lesser man mad. When he’d finished speaking, Kabir rested his elbows on the table and pressed his palms to his eyes, as if to alleviate a headache. She didn’t doubt he had one. She knew she certainly did. “Pathetic,” she finally whispered. “We’re all trapped. All of us.” “Chand --” “Is as trapped as the rest of us,” she replied. “Can you imagine enduring his punishment?” “No, I can’t,” Kabir admitted. In spite of all he’d told her, he still withheld the knowledge that to stop the yearly ritual, she must fall in love with both him and the Lust God. He hated himself for it, but she seemed to love Chand already, and if she did there was a good chance she wouldn’t want to deny him the only comfort he had left. He stood. “I should go.” “No. Please stay and have something to eat with me. I’m tired of dining alone.” “Thank you.” She served a meal of bread, fruit, cheese, and wine, which they took into the garden and ate beneath the shade of a tree. As if anxious to forget about Chand, the ritual, even their imprisonment, they discussed frivolous matters, from the weather to mutual interests such as swimming and horseback riding. By the end of the meal, the awful tension that had built up in Kabir for the past two weeks had nearly faded away. Perhaps it was due to so many years of solitary living, but he had never enjoyed anyone’s company as much as he did Tamanna’s. She was honest, kind, and without pretense. When she laughed, it was with genuine gladness. After eating, they moved back inside and talked more. Kabir wasn’t sure how much time passed, but when he looked outside it was nearly dusk. “I must go.” He stood abruptly and headed for the door. “The priests will awaken soon and if they know I’ve been here, they might try to prevent more visits.” Tamanna nodded, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering, though the room wasn’t cold. Apparently the priests frightened and disgusted her as well. Impulsively, he slipped his arms around her and held her close. “I’m sorry this happened to you, Tamanna,” he whispered against her hair. “I’m sorrier for you. At least I had a choice about whether or not to come here, even if I wasn’t aware of the truth.”

“I had the choice as well, though under the influence of the same lies.” Tamanna’s arms tightened around him for a moment, then she tugged away. “You must go.” “I’ll return tomorrow, if you’ll have me?” “I’m looking forward to it.” The urge to kiss her nearly overwhelmed him, but Kabir restrained himself. In spite of how his body cried out for human contact, he needed to move slowly and not force himself upon her. He left and hurried back to his chamber. That night when he drifted to sleep, his dreams were filled with Tamanna naked in his bed, their bodies entwined. Her kisses stole his breath and her body seemed to draw his very soul into her. Kabir awoke soaked in sweat and sporting a massive erection. His heart pounding so hard he thought it might leap through his chest, he stood on trembling legs and opened the window of his chamber, drawing in sips of cool night air. Tamanna was right. They were pathetic and trapped. No matter what the outcome of his plan, he, Tamanna, and the Lust God himself would be forever marked. *** Over the next few weeks, Tamanna looked forward to Kabir’s daily visits. They spent long hours talking, walking in the private garden outside her room, and bathing in the hot spring pool in his chamber. She didn’t fully understand how much he meant to her until one morning he was late in arriving. Terrible thoughts raced through her mind. Had the priests discovered him and locked him up? Who knew what other horrible punishments the parasites might invent for a man completely at their mercy? His immortal body could endure all sorts of torture and never succumb to the comfort of death. Over the past week, he had been looking increasingly unwell with shadows beneath his eyes and lines of tension around his mouth. When she asked if he was ill, he assured her he was fine. Whatever troubled him he wouldn’t talk about. This refusal to confide in her hurt her more than she wanted to admit. By late morning, she had begun a futile attempt to break through the locks on her door. Finally, she heard a bolt slide. Her heart pounding, she stood still, fully expecting one of the priests to step through the door. Upon seeing Kabir, she embraced him tightly. “I thought the priests did something awful to you.” “I’m sorry. I overslept this morning,” he said, stroking her hair. She loosened her hold enough to examine his face, noting that he looked tired, and his eyes shone with an almost tormented gleam. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head and forced a smile, brushing her forehead with a kiss. “Nothing.” “Why won’t you talk to me?” “I want to, Tamanna. I sit awake nights thinking about all the things I want to say to you.” “Then why not say them?” She took his face in her hands, her gaze never leaving his. “It’s not as if the two of us have a great many friends.” “Is that why you spend time with me, because I’m all there is? Not that I blame you if that’s the case.” “Of course not,” she snapped. “Tell me the truth, Tamanna. If we were free and you could have your pick of companions, would you choose someone like me?” “Yes.” He closed his eyes and shook his head, a faint, sad smile on his lips. “Not even a moment’s hesitation before you answer. Have I taken advantage of you, just like everyone else?” “What?” Fresh worry clawed at her. Was he going mad? Had the priests done something to him after all? “Kabir, you’re not making sense.” “Aren’t I?” “What about you? If we were free, would you seek me out?” “Yes.” He grasped her shoulders and tugged her close, devouring her with his gaze. “Gods, yes, Tamanna. Of all the wretches in this temple, you’re the only one who came with love in her heart. The rest of us wanted something more -- glory, wealth, carnal pleasures, but you --” “You think I didn’t want carnal pleasures?” “Remember, I was with Chand when you were together. I know you wanted more from him than simple lust. You cared for him. I wanted you to care for me, too, but --” “I do,” she whispered against his lips. “I just know I don’t appeal to you as a woman, so I’m content with friendship.” His brow furrowed and he caressed her cheek. “What?” “In all this time we’ve been together, you’ve never once tried to kiss my mouth or suggest we mate.” “You want to?” Tamanna’s pulse quickened. She studied Kabir’s smooth, handsome face and ran her hands over the lean muscles of his chest that reminded her so much of Chand. How could she lust after two such opposite men? Even worse, how could she have fallen in love with them? “Do you want to?” she asked, hoping he would say yes. After being away from Chand for what seemed

like eternity, her healthy young body craved sexual release, but only with a man she cared for. “Every night I dream of making love with you,” he murmured, his lips hovering an inch away from hers. “I feel like I can’t even rest in sleep because I want you desperately. I awake more tired than before I closed my eyes. Your scent clings to me. The sound of your voice never leaves my mind. I want you so badly, Tamanna.” “Then why haven’t you said something?” “Because I…” “You can tell me.” She brushed his lips with a kiss, then embraced him, stroking his back. “I think I’ve destroyed us all, Tamanna.” “What?” Wrinkling her nose, she moved to face him. “Kabir, I don’t understand.” “There is a way to break the ritual, to free us all from the priests and Chand.” “How?” “If a woman gives her love to both the Lust God and his host and if they love her in return, the ritual will no longer work. The women will be free, Chand will be trapped, and without his blood the priests will revert to their human form. He loves you, Tamanna, as I do, and I know you love him.” Tamanna’s heart pounded so hard for a moment she thought she might faint. She pushed away from him, walked to the bed, and sat. “Chand can never be free again?” “Only if you love me. If you don’t --” She lifted her gaze to his. “I love you, Kabir, but part of me is angry. Why did you lie?” “I thought if I told you, you would either try to force our love or refuse to see me for fear of trapping Chand in the netherworld. Either way, the priests reign would continue.” He knelt at her feet and took her hands. His hands had suddenly gone quite cold. Desperation shone in his eyes. “Please forgive me, Tamanna, but I had to try to stop this bloodthirsty deception.” “I do forgive you.” She brushed his lips with hers. “Tamanna,” he whispered, rising slightly and deepening the kiss. It was over. She would never feel Chand’s arms around her again. Never hold or kiss him. Never -Kabir’s tongue slipped into her mouth and though a hurt, grieving part of her didn’t want to respond, another part couldn’t seem to resist him. With the utmost gentleness, Kabir caressed her face. He broke the kiss and held her gaze with affection and sorrow that matched her own. “Kabir,” she murmured and tightened her arms around him, kissing him with all the pent up passion she felt.

“I need to feel you, Tamanna,” he murmured. “I need --” “Yes, Kabir. Yes,” she said breathlessly, covering his face with kisses. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed where he fell upon her with tender yet hungry kisses. His lips trailed across her forehead, over her cheeks, and down her neck. Tamanna closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her fingers entwined in his short, soft hair while he slipped her tunic down her torso, baring her breasts to his lips and tongue. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked, then swept his tongue over it with wet, gentle strokes. She whimpered with need and allowed the wonderful sensations to wash over her body. While Chand had been a commanding, passionate lover, Kabir was tender and asking. His hands, now warmed by desire, moved over her almost reverently. Each kiss, every stroke of his tongue and tug of his lips, promised sweet fulfillment. “Tamanna,” he breathed, parting her thighs and kneeling between her legs. She opened her eyes halfway and gazed at him, waiting for him to continue. “Tamanna, I want to kiss your luscious flesh and give you pleasure with my tongue. May I?” “Yes, oh, yes!” Without further hesitation, he lowered his face to her soft mound and covered her sensitive nub with his lips. Desperate for release, Tamanna writhed and shifted her hips against his stroking tongue and tugging lips. Kabir’s large hands held her hips while he lapped and sucked. Tingling from head to toe, Tamanna wove her fingers through his hair, allowing herself to surrender completely. With a cry of ultimate fulfillment, she came, quivering and throbbing. Kabir covered her and thrust deeply. “Oh, Kabir! Yes, my love,” she cried, clinging to him, her hips rising to meet his every desperate thrust. “Tamanna, please,” he gasped against her lips, then kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with his cock. Her second orgasm overcame her more quickly than she imagined possible. She clung to him in a haze of passion, feeling him surge into her and shout her name in ecstasy. In the space of a heartbeat, Kabir and Tamanna found themselves removed from her chamber and standing in the center of a large golden room. A powerfully muscled man with smooth ebony skin stared at them from where he sat on a jade throne at the back of the room. “Approach,” he spoke in a thundering voice. “Who are you?” Tamanna asked.

A slow smile spread across his face. “A mortal who dares question a god. I can see why you caught my son’s interest. I am Ailesh, the God of Gods.” Tamanna’s heart pounded and a glance at Kabir revealed that his face had gone pale. They approached the throne and knelt before it. The god continued, “You have brought about the end of the priests’ ritual and have earned the right to freedom. When you return to the world, you and the other women will be free, Tamanna. You all will be given the wealth you were promised to enjoy the rest of your lives in luxury. Kabir, you will no longer be connected to Chand and will begin to age and die as a mortal man.” Tamanna and Kabir exchanged glances. She sensed a common question burning between them and asked, “What about Chand, My Lord?” “He is condemned to spend eternity in the netherworld.” “Forgive me, My Lord, but hasn’t he been punished long enough?” Kabir asked. “You wish to see his freedom restored?” asked the great god. “There is one way, but to do it, you must all sacrifice, yet you will also gain much.” “What must we do?” Tamanna asked. “Rather than die, you will remain immortal, Kabir. Ah,” Ailesh smiled, “this appeals to you. In spite of your quest for justice, you enjoyed immortality.” “I enjoy freedom to live as I wish more.” “You will, with the exception that you will continue to play host to Chand and allow him to enter the heavens and the mortal world through your body -- at times that are convenient to you both, of course.” “The priests --” “Will no longer have any control over either of you. The body and soul sharing will be by mutual agreement.” “What about me?” Tamanna asked. “You must agree to love them both.” “I already do.” “Kabir, you are willing to share her with the Lust God, or will you condemn him to an eternity in the netherworld?” A hint of jealousy flashed across Kabir’s face, then he shook his head and closed his eyes, his fists clenched. “I can’t do it to him. I can’t leave him in exile. Though I hate to admit it, he’s part of me now.” “But will he agree to this?” Tamanna asked. “You know how stubborn he is.” “He’ll agree,” Kabir stated. “He wants his freedom even more than his pride.”

“I must speak with Chand now,” Ailesh stated, clapping his hands once. In a motion too quick for mortal eyes to see, Kabir became Chand. Her heart pounding with apprehension and arousal, Tamanna stared at the Lust God. He was as beautiful as she remembered -- four powerful arms, flashing golden eyes, and a handsome, arrogant face she had dreamed of for weeks. “You have heard our discussion,” Ailesh stated. “I am still condemned, Father,” Chand raged. “I am still a slave to --” “Silence!” Ailesh roared. “You foolish boy! I offer you the means to a free life once again. The mortal man and woman love you enough to share their lives with you. Have you learned nothing during your exile?” Chand’s teeth clenched visibly and he swallowed hard, his hands curled into fists. He turned to Tamanna and she stepped forward, touching his chest, feeling his heart thump fast against her palm. “Chand, please,” she whispered. “I love you very much.” “And you love Kabir.” “Yes.” “If I agree, there is one final step to this arrangement.” Chand held her gaze. “I must make you immortal.” Repulsion coiled inside her. “By taking your blood and becoming a creature like the priests? How can you ask that of me, Chand?” “Don’t be a fool, Tamanna,” he snapped. “I would never condemn you to that half life. When the blood of a god is freely given as an expression of love, instead of becoming a demonic parasite, the recipient becomes a god as well, with all the powers and privileges we enjoy. Is that not right, Father?” Tamanna turned to Ailesh who nodded solemnly. “Do you accept my terms?” Chand asked her. His terms. She and Kabir were offering him freedom, but he was stipulating terms. She could have laughed at the familiar arrogance she had learned to adore. In truth, the decision didn’t require much thought. The idea of becoming a goddess, of spending eternity with the men she loved more than anything, was almost too wonderful to comprehend. “Yes, Chand. I agree.” He reached for her, wrapping his arms around her and covering her mouth in a kiss so long and deep that she nearly lost consciousness. While still floating in a gasping haze of pleasure, she tasted a rich, sweet liquid on her tongue and knew it was Chand’s blood.

She lapped and sucked at the small wounds his fangs had made in his lip. Her eyes closed, she clung to him tightly as her mortality fell away, replaced by power she had never imagined.

Epilogue

Centuries Later The Heavens

The sun-warmed grass felt wonderful beneath Kabir’s bare feet as he and Tamanna strolled in the field behind Ailesh’s palace. They had stopped living in the temple long ago, though they still visited the mortal world often throughout the year. Most of their time was spent at the heavenly palace where Tamanna served on the deities’ council. “You look especially lovely today,” Kabir said, stroking his hand through Tamanna’s waist-length black hair. “Thank you.” She smiled, pausing to stand on tiptoe and kiss him. Yes, she is lovely, Chand’s voice echoed in Kabir’s mind.You have enjoyed that loveliness for over two weeks. Chand, just one more day, Kabir replied. You have had enough days! I want to be with her and will wait not a moment longer. Kabir slowly broke the kiss and raised his eyes. He was being rather selfish and Chand had been unusually patient. There was no point in pushing his luck. “What’s wrong?” Tamanna asked, reaching up to stroke his face. “Chand misses you.” Tamanna smiled and cast her eyes down. Whenever she refused to meet his gaze he knew it meant she missed the Lust God as well but feared insulting Kabir by admitting it. While their strange three-way relationship usually went along smoothly, Kabir couldn’t help feeling a hint of jealousy at times. He knew Tamanna loved him and Chand equally, but -I am not afraid to admit my envy, boy. Right now I’m beside myself with jealousy and I want to see my woman now! “Our woman,” Kabir said through clenched teeth. “Excuse me?” Tamanna demanded.

“He says you’re his woman. I merely corrected him by saying you are our woman.” Tamanna tilted her head slightly, her eyes bright with annoyance. “You’re both wrong. I’m my own woman. Now, once you two boys have settled your differences, I’ll be waiting for Chand in our room. When my time with him is over, Kabir, you and I will…” She looped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue slipping between his lips and teasing him. He tightened his grip on her, but she slipped away and headed toward the palace, tossing a flirtatious glance over her shoulder. I have been patient long enough, Kabir. I am coming. Now. Sighing, Kabir closed his eyes. Within seconds, he was floating in the dark haze of Chand’s mind. The Lust God opened his eyes and flexed his four hands. His chest expanded with a deep breath of warm spring air and he couldn’t control the eager pounding of his heart. Enjoy yourself, Chand, but remember, she’s mine, too. I’m sure you will not allow me to forget, Kabir. Now be gone and leave me in peace for a few short hours. Kabir’s inner voice disappeared and Chand smiled slightly. In truth, the boy wasn’t so bad. Sometimes he even enjoyed their conversations, but not today. Today Tamanna waited, and he needed to fulfill her every lustful expectation. The End

Kate Hill

Kate Hill’s fiction and poetry have appeared in publications both on and off the Internet. When she’s not writing, Kate enjoys reading, working out, and spending time with her family. Visit her online at http://www.kate-hill.com.