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She Who Awakens Flesh
by Tegeli
CHAPTER I
I had taken 'more than enough' water with me. Now it was running out. I
wasn't made for the desert, which stretched from horizon to horizon
around me. My barely tanned skin itched from the sunburn, and heatstroke
sapped my strength.
Yet I pushed on. If I found nothing, the sand might as well claim my
corpse. My 'expedition' had been a failure, though in truth it never
existed. I had no funding. Only a fool's hope and a death wish.
The locals had been polite, yet must have laughed at this silly foreigner
behind my back. "There's nothing there, sir. Just windswept rock and
faded spirits."
Nevertheless, the desire for discovery --hope for connecting with the
hoary past-- had burned in me, ever after I had pricked my hand on the
silver spike.
I had been tasked to clean the artefact for display in a museum far away
from its home. I should have ignored the matter or taken the spike and
ran, but I had been a coward. Instead, I had wasted my savings on making
a perfect replica of the needle. The real one was heavy in my pocket.
Venturing deep into a distant land with little money hadn't been easy,
yet the generosity and pity of the locals had eventually taken me to the
town at the border of the endless desert.
When the dreams started, I was sure my brains had cooked. When I began to
wish the visions were a sign of that I wasn't insane, I knew I was
already mad.
The dreams faded from my memory too fast for me to remember the details,
as I woke each morning covered in cold sweat. But there was always a
direction. An invitation, perhaps.
Maps showed nothing but dunes and stone formations in the area. No
thorough archaeological survey had been done in there, because it was so
far from any known or plausible premodern settlements. Even the current
town existed for no other reason than to reinforce arbitrary lines on the
map.
I headed towards the largest rock in sight. If nothing else, it'd provide
some shade from the merciless noon Sun.
When I found shelter, I uncorked my last bottle, poured the remaining
droplets in my mouth and laughed. If I had wanted to kill myself,
certainly I could have done it in an easier manner.
Maybe the desolate vista was worth it. The eerily shaped stone, and sand
always on the move. Even if more than few handfuls of people had been
there, only I would see the view that existed at that moment.
I sat on the sand and immediately stood up. While I still had strength
left, I should have used the opportunity to look around. At the very
least, death would have come easier, if I first passed out from
exhaustion.
A hawk's cry told that the area wasn't as lifeless as I presumed. I
lifted my eyes only to be blinded by the Sun. How could they have
worshipped something so ruthless?
I blinked my eyes in futile attempt to fade away the colours, which
filled my vision.
One of the blue spots didn't disappear. Even as I moved my eyes, it
remained at the root of the rock. I dashed to it. The colour was barely
there, but it was paint. Artificial. Man-made.
I took out my tiny shovel and dug. A giggle escaped my mouth, as I
thought of a proverb fitting for the situation.
Under the blue was a slab of carved stone. My exhaustion disappeared from
my mind. Even if my limbs shook, I only hastened my pace.
It was a door. My mind was frantic, as I parsed the ancient holy symbols
into words. Most of the carvings had been scrubbed off by aeons of sand,
and I wasn't an expert on the subject, yet I understood a part of the
text.
There was no typical warnings, declarations or curses. Merely a statement
that only 'She-Who-Awakens-Flesh' will unlock the door. There was no
obvious ways to open it. I had a crowbar, but breaking my find wouldn't
do.
Lower on the door was a hole surrounded by symbols similar to what was on
my silver spike. Of course the ancients didn't have engineering skills to
make complex door-opening mechanisms. Still, I took the silver spike and
pushed it into the slot.
Nothing, just as expected. My heart sunk despite the idiocy of my hope. I
read the symbols. The door had another larger hole, a flat one. Above it
read that 'She-Who-Awakens--' would 'prove name with hand'.
I laughed at my gullibility, as I pushed my hand in the hole. But perhaps
the door had an elaborate counterweight system? Obviously it wouldn't
work after the ages, but something might stir to vindicate my curiosity.
Pain in my finger. The hole was an animal's nest. I jerked my hand out
and scurried away. My middle finger had three tiny wounds in it. No
animal I knew off left such marks, so at least I wasn't poisoned.
The door shuddered and moved aside. I slid inside along with sand.
No ancient society had systems like that, and the air was dry and
scentless. I looked around for hidden cameras. I must have fumbled into
some sort reality television show. The dreams might have been
subconscious suggestion, or something like that.
The faded paintings and the ancient grave goods worked against that
assumption. I clicked my torch open and walked around. The room wasn't
large, though there were three collapsed routes out of it. The elaborate
paintings were in the style of late dynastic period, yet showed signs of
fluidity and alien sensuality usually unseen since the Heresy.
Even as a forgery, the room would have been a piece of art. I wandered
the room, until I came to the sarcophagus. Its unpainted stone was the
same as the surrounding rock, and the carvings were almost utilitarian in
their simplicity. Compared to the rest of the tomb, it was strangely
bland and unadorned.
According to the text, the grave was the resting place of 'Wisdom-is-
Continuously-Honoured', who had an impressive array of court titles, even
if he had been no sovereign. Most of the symbols detailed spells, or what
I at least assumed was supposed to be magic, based on symbolism forgotten
for generations. However, the name 'She-Who-Awakens-Flesh' was repeated
in key parts. That personage was mentioned in rousing the sorcery from
its ageless sleep.
This was highly irregular. Such claims complied with little of what I
knew about the ancient religions of the region. Any dignitaries would be
busy enjoying the paradise, not waiting for magic to bring them back to
the bland existence of this reality.
The massive lid had a depression fit for a hand. Even though I wasn't
'She-Who-Awakens-Flesh' or even a she, the ancient mechanism of the door
had worked. Another might work again. Yet the magic called for blood.
Explaining, why I had stained the discovery of a lifetime due to my
superstition, would be embarrassing. However, I couldn't live with not
trying it.
I placed my hand on its place, and intoned the words as best as I could.
When nothing happened, I giggled like a madman, even if part of me sunk.
I said the words again using a different interpretation of the forgotten
pronunciation.
The skin of my palm prickled. Not from needles, but warmth and
electricity. My hand went numb and jerked backwards hard enough to fall
off my feet. The ancients might have had primitive batteries, but nothing
as powerful as the current, which had gone through me.
The lid of the sarcophagus slid like on ice and dropped on the floor with
a horrible crash. I managed to hope the lid hadn't broken only for a
moment, before a loud wail of the wind struck me stiff from fright.
Light emanated from the sarcophagus, and my terror melted. Again I looked
around for unseen cameras. If I had almost killed myself just to
embarrass myself, I'd undress and do something unspeakable just so they
couldn't show it on television.
Even if I wanted to show courage, my body refused to move from the floor.
I yelped, when a shaved head appeared the sarcophagus. A man stood up,
shrugged grave linens off his naked body and stepped to the floor.
His body was completely hairless save for eyebrows, and had the sullen
copper tone of a heavy tan. The lines of his limbs were smooth, yet
displayed strong muscles underneath. I failed to keep my eyes off the
large manhood near my head. Strangely enough, my mind tried to reason
that the member's uncircumcised state was proof that this was all a hoax.
But the gullible part, which hoped for the existence of supernatural,
figured that anything that regenerated an embalmed corpse, would
regenerate parts cut off.
The man spoke. Beyond the connection to the ancient language, I
understood little else than the words 'speech' and 'servant'.
I whimpered an unintelligible answer. The man placed his hand on my head,
and I whined from the shock coursing through my skull.
"Do you understand now?" he asked, still speaking his language in a
resonant low tone.
"Y-yes..."
"Stand up."
I obeyed. Even though I wasn't particularly short, he was almost a head
taller than me. I would have assumed even an aristocrat of the most
bygone era would have been modest in stature, yet this man was giant in
both height and mass.
"A man", he rumbled. "Unexpected, but welcome after my hopeless effort
avoiding the last judgement in the gloomy underworld. And you are young.
Your skin will be fine after the sun's touch has been repaired. This
cinnamon tone of your hair is pleasing." He clasped my chin. "Look me in
the eye."
I trembled as I obeyed. His eyes were river-green too vivid for a human.
The man continued: "And didn't I know that this blue was common enough in
the north, I would say your eyes were touched by the endless sky."
Unexpectedly, such compliments coming from a man didn't appal me. He was
magnificent in form and might, in both physical and ways I could not
understand. And I was under his power.
He let go of me. "I have many unwieldy names. You are free to think me as
'Kha', so your thoughts may be swift concerning me. It is apparent that
much time has passed since I breathed warm air. Thus I will need your
help. As you have assumed the place of She-Who-Awakens-Flesh, you will be
my servant, and fulfil all my needs. Do your duty well, and you will grow
in authority beside me."
My mind snapped from the spell of his eyes. His tone made abundantly
clear, what the 'service' would entail.
"But I'm a man!"
The revenant's hand shot down to my groin and clasped my stones. For a
protest, I dared only whimper. His hold was at the brink of becoming
painful.
"You wouldn't have been able to work the sorceries of opening, if that
were so." He smiled. "But I can remove these, if it would make it easier
to accept the circumstance."
"No... Please don't."
He let go, but even if I retained my testes, my docile conduct had robbed
me any masculinity I had felt.
Kha said: "I do apologise that I can not give you a choice. You yourself
have worked strong magic to bind me to you. Of course, I am no servant,
so the role must be yours."
I took a deep breath. My fear was tinged with excitement. This was beyond
the discovery of the century or even millennium. The man was a real
sorcerer, and he wanted me. Luckily, unlike him, I was clothed, because
my prick strained against fabric. My body clearly didn't understand the
situation at all.
"What do you say?" Kha demanded.
"I accept my place... master."
The warmth in his smile made me shudder.
"Good." He lifted a fist and opened it. "Come, my slaves."
The door closed, yet wind whirled in the room. A faint giggling rose at
the brink of my hearing, and I saw glimpses of apparitions of young women
wearing little save for thick black wigs. The paint of the walls
brightened, and fallen plaster found its place. Gold and silver in the
details shone in the light, which had no source. The collapsed hallways
roared clear.
"Welcome to my home, though I hope it will remain so only temporarily."
He pointed to a door. "Now go, and be made presentable. I will have to
gather the strength of my souls. Come to my 'throne room', when you are
ready."
The ghostly girls followed me to a room with a filled bathtub. They
disappeared, when I tried to look directly at them, but their caresses
were firm on my skin.
"Undress!" A voice commanded. "Don't fear. We have seen plenty."
Despite their continued assurances, they did laughed, when my erect penis
was revealed. I had pretended it was of a decent size, but after seeing
Kha's I knew I had lied to myself. I was glad to escape the shame by
sinking into the bath.
The water was warm and scented with woody resin.
"Wet your head."
I did as I was told. Ghostly hands rubbed soap into my hair, so I closed
my eyes, relaxed and enjoyed the scalp massage.
My skin numbed, and my mind floated away from my worries. A cup pressed
to my lips. My mouth was parched, so I gulped down the sweet nectar, even
if it itched in my throat. Three times they refilled the cup, and always
I drank it.
The warm numbness spread to my insides, and my mind fell into darkness.
CHAPTER II
"O Awakener, you should awaken yourself."
I started back into consciousness. For a moment the events in the tomb
mixed with my dreams, yet I was still in the bath tub.
"Do get out. The master is waiting."
I did so, and gasped. My body was completely hairless, and its lines were
soft. The skin was pale and with no flaws.
Though my penis still poked from groin in full readiness, it had lost two
inches. The flesh of my chest had swollen around my widened areola. I
spun around, and long reddish brown locks followed my head.
My legs shook with weakness, yet the barely visible hands kept me
standing. One of the ghosts rubbed a copper plate, which turned into a
perfect mirror.
In the reflection was only one girl. Her dainty mouth and large blue eyes
were wide open. Even though she was thin, her waist flared into hips,
which continued into plump thighs, slim shins and dainty feet
I turned sideways. The big pert butt was only place in me with distinct
presence of muscle, even if it was under plenty of soft flesh.
"Stand still, so we can dry and dress you!"
I was put in a tight and colourful gown, which was made even tighter by a
tube of netting placed on top of it. In such attire I could barely move,
but it revealed all the new contours of my body, so I did not complain.
"Your hair is too pretty to be shaved. Master won't care to follow dead
fashions, anyhow."
The hands combed my hair, and placed heavy gold on my wrists, neck and
ankles. Pain shot through both my ears, after which beautiful jewellery
hung from them. My eyelids were painted dark green, with thick black
eyeliner. My eyes appeared delightfully huge.
"The master will be pleased. Now go, Awakener."
Kha was sitting in his throne room. He didn't open his eyes with my
approach. Black paint surrounded his eyes, and he wore only a kilt of
pristine linen.
"I'm ready, master", I whispered.
The man opened his eyes and smiled. "My slaves have done well. I do not
regret your appearance here."
He stood up and walked to me. I fidgeted in place. A rational person
might have justified my behaviour as the opportunity out of a fable, yet
my thoughts were drowned by foreign desire.
The man clasped my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss. My body stiffened
only for a moment, before I wrapped my arms around him and melted into
his embrace. A strong hand held my neck, as the other tested my back,
waist and buttocks.
Kha pulled back, and I found myself reluctant to let go.
"Now, now", he crooned. "I rejoice at your eagerness, yet I will have to
gather the strength of my souls. Come, sit with me." He took my hand, sat
himself and drew me to his lap. A snake under the kilt pushed against my
thigh.
Kha wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him. "A lovely
scent: hair, myrrh and sweat on clean skin."
He fell silent, and my thoughts could regain their motion. The ancient
magician might have put a spell on me, yet I found nothing in me, which I
wasn't responsible for. He was terrifying, and for that reason alone it
was best for me to be his.
It was perfectly sensible. Anyone would have clung to the opportunity,
even if they weren't attracted to the man. With sorcery in an age without
magic, he'd become powerful indeed. He might even teach me of
supernatural mastery.
However, I did not know, what he would do with his might. I couldn't be
participant in creating more misery into the world.
"Kha... Master."
"Yes?"
"What will you do now that you live again?"
"I haven't decided, though I planned to take, what was to be mine: this
fine kingdom. Any armies left will tremble at the force of the legions,
which I can rise with a song."
I gritted my teeth. "A lot of has changed, master. Gods have been
replaced by others, and tongues changed. Conquering land is not the only,
or even the best, way to power and status in this epoch. It should be
easy to use your magic for immense wealth with more peaceful means."
He shifted me, so he could hold my head against his chest. "You know this
time better than I. Indeed, refusing your counsel would be most unwise,
as I doubt you'd diminish my status along with yours. I will consider
this."
"Besides, master, this land is not as prosperous, comparatively, as it
was. For one, my land is more affluent in many ways. Its armies protect
its borders from intruders, yet..." I bit my lip. "As my husband, you
would be granted access without challenge."
"Already offering yourself as my bride?" Kha squeezed my thigh. "Truth be
told, I am not overtly attached to the black soil of this land. The
country refused me once, in very distant past it seems. I do not feel
obliged to it." He kissed my forehead. "But I'm starting to feel obliged
to you." He chuckled. "You did save me, even if I doubt you had any idea,
what you were doing."
"No, I didn't. I poked the silver needle by accident, and thought coming
were was a fool's errand."
"All the same, I thank you." He brushed my hair from my face and said:
"Are you prepared for finalising the spell between us?"
"How will that be done?"
"With intercourse." He laughed. "The passion built in me for millennia
needs release."
Kha didn't wait for my answer. He lifted me up, and carried me to a side
room with a large bed. I didn't resist, when he place me down. He pulled
the tube netting off me, and lowered his kilt to reveal the most imposing
sight of my life. Yet my member twitched, completely oblivious of what
was going to happen.
"Get on your knees and present your butt. My girth will need all the help
it can receive for its entrance."
After I obeyed, he pulled up the hem of my gown. A hand sunk into my butt
cheek.
"Your flesh is lovely milk."
A hard slap to my butt made me cry out. The sting watered my eyes. "No!
Do-don't!."
"My apologies. I had to see your wonderful skin redden. I will not do it
again, unless you ask, of course."
Despite the pain, I smiled to myself and placed my face against the bed.
With calm breaths I hoped to relax myself.
Kha paced around the room, but returned behind me shortly. "A little
sacrificial oil to ease the process."
I pucker clenched, when a slimy finger touched it, yet that didn't halt
the intrusion for long. The finger sunk deep, and found the tenderness of
my prostate.
Even if I wouldn't have described the pressure as particularly
pleasurable, heat swelled in me. My little dick spasmed, and I let out a
moan.
Circular motion of the finger melted away my tension, as if my body was
giving up the idea of resisting. It seemed wise, as it was unlikely that
Kha would have cared, if he had to take me by force.
He pulled the finger out, and I sighed. Even without the accompanying
magic, after he entered me, I would be irrevocably his. Conversely, if he
enjoyed my body, he'd be --in a way-- mine.
Hands took hold of my hips. A slimy pole moved between my butt cheeks and
pushed against me.
Even though I tried to push back, the stretching wasn't painless. I bit
my lip to avoid showing discomfort, yet I whimpered as the thrust gained
force.
He pulled back, but pushed again, before I could even hope for quitting.
My body didn't agree that it was all that painful. When the rod brushed
my prostate, my mind didn't either. I grasped the sheets, and moaned.
After a few pulls back and thrusts forwards, his groin touched my butt.
All of his length had disappeared into me.
I didn't have time to bask in my accomplished. Kha continued and worked
up pace. Each push sunk to the hilt and shook my body.
The less than useful penis under me swung with the rhythm. My member
didn't mind that my orgasm built inside me instead through it.
I had dreaded that 'millennia of passion' would burst out easily, but Kha
endured. His breathing had barely grown deeper, when Kha pulled out of
me. The sense of emptiness took a moment to disappear.
"Turn around", he commanded. The man fetched a pillow and placed it under
my butt. I pulled my legs against myself. Kha smirked, as he placed his
manhood on my belly. When its tip reached my navel, my head swam in dread
and giddiness.
The man position his member against my pucker and pulled me into him. The
penis slid all the way in with little resistance. I bit lip from how deep
the pressure extended.
I was desperately nearing my limit, yet the man didn't move.
"I am glad to see you enjoy this", Kha rumbled. He placed a hand under my
navel. "Don't worry. We'll do this numerous times more. Yet eventually,
if you are to be my wife, we'll have to alter your insides."
Kha pulled back and thrust. His penis pushed against my flesh, which was
pressed by his hand. The strange sensation might have made me sick.
Instead it released my climax.
My penis trickled on Kha's hand, as a sign of submission to the more
potent dick still in me. From now on, my place was to enjoy being used,
yet no regret surged into my dazed mind.
Kha resumed his hard thrusts, which each each elicited a yelp from me.
His movements turned gentler, but no less powerful. The man grunted and
took his manhood out. My sore pucker clenched against the semen, which
oozed out of me.
"Are you satisfied?" he asked.
"Yes." I gasped and shivered. "Yes, master."
Kha smiled. "Good. Go clean up. I need to rest again, and I will need you
close."
The ghosts giggled, as I entered the bathroom. I didn't dawdle, but
hurried back to the bedroom as quickly as I could.
Kha was reposing on his back like a huge cat. I went to his side. He
didn't open his eyes, so I hesitated. When he didn't stir, I lowered
myself to his side.
"Good. You know your place", the man said without opening his eyes. He
placed his hand on my hips and drew me against him. "I must rest."
I closed my eyes and listened to the deep breathing beside me. Before I
could evaluate my situation, I sunk into satisfied dreams.
CHAPTER III
"Wake up, sapphire-gaze."
A warm hand rubbed my shoulder. A sense of relief washed over me. I was
still in the strange bedroom under the rock.
I turned my head towards Kha, only to get his kiss on my lips.
"My desire for you has been rekindled", he declared.
I shuddered. My butt was still sore from the forceful use. "Could I...
Could I service you in some other way than previously?"
"Ah, I understand. My wish is not to hurt you, so I concede."
His member was already in readiness, so I got on my knees and took it in
my hand. After a moment of gathering courage, I opened my jaw wide and
took the head of the penis in my mouth. Despite my effort not to, I
gagged, as the tip brushed against the back of my mouth.
"Don't try to force it in", Kha said. "Such feat requires plenty
practice, I've heard."
I had no idea, what I was doing, so I wrapped my hands on his girth and
jerked it, while sucking the member like it was a candy.
A finger tickled me under my armpit. I giggled and chocked, just as the
penis quivered. My mouth filled with seed. The slime poured out and
spread into my throat and even nose.
I fell backwards, gasping and snorting. Kha's laugh was a roar. I
stumbled up standing, spit on the floor and hurried to the water jug to
purge my mouth and inner nose.
As soon as the horrible sensation and unpleasant taste was gone, I turned
to glare at Kha. My anger couldn't be shifted aside.
The man's smirk disappeared. "I witness that you do not see the humour in
this. Well then, I apologise. Do forgive me."
I let my shoulder collapse, smiled and went back to the bed. "Alright.
But promise, you'll be more careful with me." I lowered myself back to
his side.
Kha took a firm hold of me and tickled my sides. After a moment, he
agreed to my pleas to stop.
"I do as I please." He smiled. "And I don't want to harm you."
I pouted, which he answered with a passionate kiss.
Kha gave me ten inconspicuous silver rings, which I could change into
money without garnering attention. I put on my original clothes and
filled my bottles with fresh water.
Before I left to the town, Kha gave me a gold ring with a small ruby,
which he said would project a tiny ray of light towards the identical
ring he himself wore. The romantic gesture elicited a giggle out of me,
and I kissed him farewell.
I reached the town about the time the sun disappeared. A pawn job
accepted my rings, and with the decent sum I bought a large bag and
oversized clothes for Kha. I should have spent the night in the town, but
instead I rented a large all-terrain vehicle and drove towards the light
of my ruby ring.
Kha inspected the clothes with distaste, but admitted they would be
better than a mere kilt. He told me to undress.
"Place your hands on the wall and spread your legs", he commanded.
I was happy to obey. He oiled his member, and entered me. Though his
administrations were forceful, his tender hands caressed my body.
Again his stamina didn't falter, before I moaned from my climax, which
impelled my penis squirt on the floor. Still, he continued.
My legs were weak, by the time when he finished inside me. The day had
been overwhelming, and exhaustion struck me hard. Kha caught me, before I
fell.
I was too dizzy to notice anything put the warm lips pressing on mine. I
flew through darkness and sunk into water. Mighty thumbs massaged by
shoulders and neck. It was too easy to give into sleep.
An ancient curse woke me. Kha's voice was cussing on the other room. I
got out of the bed, put on the thin robe nearby and hurried to the main
room.
Kha was wearing the clothes I had brought. They looked ridiculous on him,
which well explained his fierce frown. Yet his expression mellowed, when
he saw me.
"This fashion of your time leaves me wanting", he grumbled.
I tittered. "Don't worry. Those were merely the first things I found in
your size."
"Very well. I will suffer to bear them for now."
I put all the jewellery in the tomb in the bag, even though Kha insisted
he'd just get more. Due to the spell, they were as pristine as the day
they were made, and would be assumed to be forgeries. But as they were
real gold, silver and gems, it would have been shame to leave them for
grave-robbers, even if we didn't sell them.
Kha summoned his ghostly slaves, and declared: "For your loyal service, I
grant you your freedom."
The apparitions bowed and sunk into the ground.
We walked out and resealed the tomb. On our way to the rented vehicle,
the Sun's warm caress was gentle.
The End
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Thanks for reading.
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