The Temple of Ishtar
Erika ran her claws through the fur on the back of her neck, the desert was no place for this uniform but Dr Althiem had insisted that during the visit to Iraq she where to wear the full dress uniform of the Ahnenerbe SS, thick black wool more suited to the eastern front than the streets of Ancient Babylon in the early summer months. At least she had negotiated wearing a shorter skirt and not the trousers that the men had to use, allowing her shapely white legs to reflect some of the sunlight and the breeze to pass between her legs, in fact she had decided to forgo wearing underwear to help keep herself cool. On her trip the locals had given her dark looks for daring to show so much fur against Iraqi custom.
Doktor Trauttman's medium height accented her slender feline form, pure white fur contrasting with the black claws and her startling blue eyes, overall despite her background in academics she would not look out of place in one of Berlin's classier nightclubs. The dark black of her neat SS uniform only accenting her domineering looks. Even so she considered herself an archaeologist and was not here for the political and diplomatic reasons her superiors seemed to think. Dr Althiem had sent her as an emissary of Forschungs- und Lehrgemeinschaft das Ahnenerbe to examine a find that had caused some controversy locally.
She reached into a brown leather satchel at her hip to retrieve the manilla envelope that contained her orders, the cover showing the eagle stamp of the National Socialists over the Sword and runic emblem of her division. For a moment she considered the swastika on the front, it seemed odd for the party to have chosen such a symbol for its most common symbol, one that had such deep history in the countries of the east. The strange obsession with purity of her countrymen back home misguided and dangerous, and she was glad her posting had allowed her to travel far from a country she was rapidly becoming alienated from. If her study of history had taught her anything, it was that such beliefs would lead to a grim conclusion.
The feline moved under the shade of a nearby tent, glancing briefly at the array of Babylonian artefacts excavated at the new dig site, a dig put on hold by the panic that ensued when the latest discovery had been made. The discovery that had necessitated the orders she held and her long drive from Damascus. She took a seat on one of the dusty camp chairs and looked out a moment over the shimmering surface of the Euphrates river, letting the desolate calm of the ancient city suffuse her. Her gaze drifted to the Mercedes-Benz 540k that had carried her through the desert, its black paint coated in dust from the trip.
Her meditations complete, she regarded the roughly typed notes on her lap, spreading her legs to let the cool breeze ruffle the fur of her thighs. The details were sparse, while excavating the temple of Ishtar in the ruins here at Babylon a collapse of a wall gave way to a previously unexplored underground chamber, it seems the priests of the goddess had wanted this area undiscovered as the murals told that the sarcophagus inside held the dormant form of a demonic god. The murals and depictions were, according to Dr Althiem, extremely graphic and caused his workers to panic, fleeing the site and forcing him to do the same. From what he was able to translate, the demon was one of the ones which Ishtar bound on her journey to the underworld, and was a harbinger of storms, drought and pestilence. A fitting enemy for a fertility and sexual goddess. The notes also mentioned an obsidian stave that was found at the entrance to the tomb, whose ceremonial purpose was unknown.
Erika stood and slipped the dossier away again, glancing over the table and noticing the black rod mentioned in the text, carved and supplanted with the naked form of Ishtar herself. She picked it up and ran her claws over it, the ancient stone seemed to thrum with a power barely contained, she felt a stirring within herself when she held it. The scientist in her tried to dismiss it, but as the romantic historian she knew herself to be, something about it enticed her. Ancient Mesopotania had always been a favourite era of hers.
The note gave the location of the newly discovered sections as via entrance three on the site, and she set about exploring the maze of streets to find it. Her orders were to further document the site and bring back only the most important pieces before a larger convoy of trucks would join her later. The Iraqi government did not condone the removal of artefacts from the country, but this opportunity was not to be missed she realised.
Entrance three was a sleek stone passage through a collapsed section of roofing, she lit her electric torch and stowed the stave in her bag, having to crawl on her hands and knees through the darkness to a rope ladder that descended 20 feet into a dark and half buried chamber of red sandstone. Tools lay scattered on the ground and the collapsed section of false wall gave way to another room containing a dais and a large pair of brass doors that were currently closed. All of these details had to be examined in the thin beam of light from her torch, the oppressive darkness concealing everything else.
The doors were decorated with symbols of Ishtar in her naked form and another creature she presumed must be the demonic god. He was similarly naked, somewhat like goat or bat like with an impressive array of four horns, and an a prominently displayed penis. Erika found herself chuckling at that, the ancient Babylonians certainly had a rather interesting attitude to sex, and their goddess was eminently tied up with it, if their murals were anything to go by much of the worship of Ishtar composed of cenemonial orgies. She found herself slightly excited by the idea and the depictions.
She stopped herself thinking of such things, it had been some time since she had been with a man, her co-workers back in Damascus were not her type and she had become isolated from them. Shaking her head she pushed open the door to the tomb beyond, the scent of dust, sand and stale air within, as well as an odd hint of spice. The shaft of torch light showed the large stone sarcophagi that was mentioned as well as a startling array of painted murals in pristine condition. Erika took a couple of the discarded oil lamps and relit them, giving the room a dull yellow glow.
The walls showed the story of Ishtar's descent into the underworld to rescue her lover Tammuz, her chilling proclamation to the gatekeepers of hell in ancient Sumerian :
If thou openest not the gate to let me enter, I will break the door, I will wrench the lock, I will smash the door-posts, I will force the doors. I will bring up the dead to eat the living. And the dead will outnumber the living.
At each gate she shed an item of clothing, till she reached the seventh gate naked. However the further murals showed a different story from the ancient legend. Ishtar was shown kneeling before the demon, named here as Pazuzu, fellating him and further being seduced into bedding him. Erika followed the story, facinated, more pictograms showed Ishtars imprisonment, and as in the original legend the King of the Gods Ea sending his emissary Asu-Shu-Namir.
In the final panels, Asu-Shu-Namir is similarly seduced and mated by the demon, but this distraction allows Ishtar to fashion a talisman to control Pazuzu, and she uses it to bind him and bring him and her lover back to the temple. The final scene was even more puzzling, showing the demon still under the goddess thrall and serving her in a sexual manner. The depictions were indeed as graphic as Dr Altheim had mentioned but quite arresting, she felt herself slightly aroused by the image of the demon with its muzzle between the goddess' legs. Again she dismissed her feelings as there was work to be done, but the temperature in the tomb was not helping things.
The stifling heat down here was definitely getting to her, at least that is what she told herself, still she was alone - she took a moment to undo the buttons on her skirt and slip it down, leaving only the hem of her jacket to cover her, those long white furred legs leading onto that black garment. She slipped open the buttons on her jacket except the last, and removed the bra below, her smallish breasts tipped with pink nipples projecting out of the hot fur, the feline breathed a sigh of relief at the extra air to her bare skin.
Still there was the sarcophagus to examine, its contents would definitely prove to be interesting if the rest of the chamber was anything to go by. She set her torch down on a buttress facing the stone slab and moved to push the top of it, turning it on its axis. Shadow bathed most of the cold interior, but the scent of spice and slight musk was stronger inside, strange for herbal smells like that to last so long. Shining her torch inside was another shock, the russet fur and white chest of the occupant were bare, but even more startling was that amber eyes shined in his sockets. No treasure adorned the top of the torso, and it was in a surprising state of preservation, it was only when the demon moved that she realised just what she was seeing and her heart froze in place.
With a sudden push its winged claw came up and pressed aside the stone lid like it were cardboard, the beast screamed out in a language that had not been spoken on earth for thousands of years, crawling up out of the sarcophagus and grinning with wicked serrated teeth. With a snarl he leapt onto the floor, his twin hooves slamming into the ground. Erika took several steps back with a look of horror in her azure eyes, yet working almost on instinct she reached into her satchel and scrambled for the stave.
In a second the beast was leaping for her, his wicked claws reaching out to slash into her chest and his maw wide in another proclamation in ancient Sumerian. The stave was in her paws, she threw herself to the ground holding it above her head in some feeble attempt at protection, closing her eyes against him. The blow did not land however, perhaps the whole thing was some kind of vision brought on by heat stroke, yet she could still smell that spicy musk that came from the beast.
Erika opened her eyes and came face to face with the demons crotch, till now she had not realised his nakedness, but it was more than obvious now as she looked on his length, the sexual scent of him close along with that spiced touch. He stood still, looking down at her with the guttural accent again, yet this time she could understand him. "Göttin?"
She gasped, sitting back on her tail and looking up at him, the contained power of the demon a sight to behold, fur and muscle, horn and hoof, along with that thick member that slept between his legs were all serving to awaken something quite different in the Ahnenerbe archaeologist. She glanced down briefly, the hem of her jacket had rode up and was revealing her sex, sleek lips and pinkness glistening in the subdued light.
She smirked, the creature had called her a goddess, she considered it a moment, feeling her pulse quickening at the idea of what she could do with such a specimen under he control. It seemed odd to her that she was no longer surprised by the strangeness of what was going on, of the fact this demon was real. Somehow the effects of using the talisman had put paid to her scientific and rational sensibilities.
"Dreh dich um für mich..." the spoke with a commanding tone, standing up and straightening her black uniform as she pointed the talisman at him. The demon followed her words, turning around slowly on his hooves, showing a long barbed tail and tight russet furred ass to her, his movements slow and deliberate till once again he stood facing her. She walked around and faced him, looking into those shining amber eyes leaning up close to him "Küss mich!"
Suddenly she felt him lunge forward and push his muzzle to hers, a forceful demonic kiss that pushed into her mouth with his forked tongue and wrapped around hers, she shivered at the power of it, the passion and bestial need, moaning a moment as she joined it, forcing her own tongue back to lick over those serrated teeth. Her free paw moved down to drag down the fur on his belly and lower to grasp his member, stroking it slowly, feeling it fill out under her soft paw pads. His taste was similarly spicy in his mouth, subtle cinnamon and cardamom tones that sent her tongue exploring him further. She pullled back, gasping "Halt!" Pazuzu froze again but she could see the arousal in his eyes, the creature was actually enjoying this - she could feel the arousal well enough in her paw, throbbing rhythmically.
She decided to test just how effective her control over him was, as well as satisfying a need she had not been able to since she was back in Berlin. She slowly knelt before him, nuzzling her nose against that hot spiced fur down his belly, till her maw reached his length. She sat on her knees, legs spread and tail raised so that her tight white furred ass could be seen under the dark jacket, looking up at him with a grin as she threaded her tongue along his length"Keine Bewegung!" she stated coolly.
Quickly she opened her maw and slid him inside, moaning slightly at the need she had for this, and slightly surprised at her own actions, going down on this demon was not part of normal archaeological practise, but somehow the power of the talisman had transformed her. She savoured his taste, that cardamom flavour of his length as it throbbed against his tongue, letting it play along the underside as she sucked in harder, sealing him inside her fanged maw, looking up at him. It was clear he wanted to cry out, she had to wonder how many thousands of years it had been since he had last had release. The feline began bobbing her head up and down him, pushing her heat around his length over and over, she could feel the beast shaking a little, his breath coming out in harsher and harsher breaths.
Erika paused a moment and grinning up at him "Nicht Kommen..." she murmured low, she had other plans for him, but wanted to see if her commands could be obeyed. She slipped her hot mouth around him again and increased the speed of her sucking, the liquid sounds of her slipping tight along him joined with the beasts shallow panting. She felt his thigh muscles going taught, holding back from his release must have been maddening for him. He free paw moved up and grasped his sack, working it harshly as she slowed down and leaned back with his length in her mouth, aiming and then pushing it into her throat, deepening her sucking and tugging it with her gag reflex a few times. The demon groaned and closed his eyes tight, fighting the need to release. The feline pulled from him, letting him out completely, a stringy length of pre-cum going from his tip right to her throat, he wiped her mouth with her forearm and grinned, swallowing a little of his taste. "Gut Gemacht...."
She walked over to the sarcophagus again, leaving him with his erection, bending over the stone slab and peering inside a moment to let him see the wetness of her. Inside the paintings and carvings seemed similarly erotic, and all featured the goddess Ishtar copulating with the demon, it seemed she had kept him as her own personal sex slave. Perhaps this explained something about her behaviour, somehow the goddess was working through her and acting out her desires for her former pet. She spread her legs again and coiled her tail up over the dark jacket of hers, turning to look back at the demon. "Fick mich!"
The demon once again leapt to life, jumping forward and grasping his claws into her shoulders, sharp points rending thru the jacket to the skin below, making the feline yowl in pain, though that was nothing to the cry she made as he entered her with his demonic length. Erika felt every inch of him plunging in, digging her claws into the stone below and emitting a "Rrrrroooowwwlll!" of pleasure and pain, suddenly filled after so long.
The demon leaned down over her, his hot body against her black jacket, the heat of the chamber with her own arousal making it almost insufferable, but she needed this, wanted this mating and all else seemed pushed from her mind, though she also knew that she had to keep ahold of the talisman or the creature would end her in seconds. She pushed her ass back against him, grinding hard into the length that offered itself so willingly, letting her demonic slave use her as she needed to be used, a low grunt in her throat with each thrust inside her.
All too soon she felt the beasts panting becomingg shorter, more guttural, and felt his length thickening, "Nicht gerade jezt!" she commanded, continuing to grind herself deep against him, feeling his sack pressing against her as he was fully deep inside, her inner muscles milking his thick shaft slowly as she ground herself towards orgasm. The creature froze and snarled a little, clearly angered by her demand not to release inside her yet, still it didn't seem to slow the pace of his rutting, she could feel her wetness spreading and soaking her crotch, slipping down the fur of the demon as well. The scent of him leaned over her was intense, hot spice and a mellow musk, she reached up and pulled on one of his lower horns to tug him down, kissing him deeply and biting at his lips with her fangs.
Pazuzu reached forward and grasped his claws into the top of the slab, allowing him to take her even deeper by exercising full force on his arms, violently taking her with his larger demonic body, sweat dripping from the pair of them. She could sense his need for release, and she called again not to release yet, snarling it thru gritted teeth as she felt her own orgasm coming on, tipping her over the edge, she screeched out a feline wail and shuddered under him, gasping in the throws of her orgasm.
She slowed and pulled herself out from under the beast, pushing him to stand, her claws brushing through the sweat soaked fur and looking down at the throbbing wet member below. She was still panting form her release and could sense the demon on a knife edge of climax, the sound of him growling under each breath. The feline slipped off her sweat soaked uniform and moved forward, pressing her flat belly against his cock, he lips brushing his ear "Kommen." She rubbed her body against him and reached down to grasp his sack, dragging her breasts and stomach up and down along his length, sleek and slippery with wetness as she worked rapidly back and forth.
A moment later she felt the demon shuddering, hoof clopping against the floor, then a roar as a rush of seed erupts from him and splashes across her chest, a sliver of it brushing along her cheek and over her nose, she gasped at the heat of it, the realisation of the release she must have given this centuries old demon. She took a step back, his seed dripping from her body, almost hidden by whiteness of her fur. Erika took a claw and ran it up from her belly button, licking at it and sucking down some of his salty taste "Mmmmhh. Lecker."
She gestures with the amulet towards the casket again "Jetzt schlaf" looking into his eyes with the same commanding gaze. Pazuzu complies, moving with slow deliberate movements, as he clambered back inside and laid down, his eyes closing once again. With effort she moved the heavy lid back into place and began dressing again. This was perhaps the most interesting find ever made, but she felt reluctant about giving this over to the Ahnenerbe. Her turn as the avatar of Ishtar and mistress to a demonic god had been far too fun. Perhaps it was time to organize alternate transport for her new pet, somewhere she could explore his powers further.