The island of Arias in the Black Sea... antiquity. Myth to some, reality to those who died there.
Things were progressing fast, and Erin Parrish was feeling more and more like this could be the end of her life. The future would undoubtedly change if she did live up to her last name and perish. She would never have found her tiny stone Gemma in the desert, never bought a haunted property, never met Ian Flynn. It certainly felt bleak.
"Crap! Kyra? If I don't make it home, please stay the sweetheart you've always been. Thank you for your service, Staff Sergeant Whimsey. I love you beyond the grave."
A horn blaring drew her sweaty attention away from tantalizing her pussy, her hormones still revved high thanks to Gemma fusing her tiny self directly into Erin's clitoris. Not even painful, more in tune with bliss and courage, a bit hypersensitive to the sex drive but, no... not hyper... maddening! Simply removing her fingers from within her Gemma was more agony that the initial fusion. It was obvious Gemma did not want her to be forgotten... again.
The demon goddess Lilith moving to Erin's feet held up the Ram's head forged rod in both hands as if a baby toward the heavens. Her female warriors divided their elbow-to-elbow circle around the altar of sheep pelts. In the moonlight the wool sparkled like diamonds, in the fire light as if gold glinting.
At least this part of the old Jason and the Argonauts story was somewhat factual. That had to have meant there were survivors of some sort. "Those Watchers up above are doing nothing. I seem to recall something about the Watchers from when my mom taught Sunday school when I was a kid. Come on photographic memory... think... " No true photo memory but she was smart and did often pick up on things she had seen and heard. Always curious!
"Hold on, I remember hearing a man outside a mosque talking of the book of Enoch. The Watchers were also angels sent to observe by God. If memory serves there was something about Persia... which is modern day Iran... not Afghanistan where I found Gemma, but the Watchers are blue skinned. Are these the same angels? I mean... I don't see wings, but I guess that could just be... mythology." Think again, Beautiful! Up from a stone staircase rose giants, easily 8-foot-tall warrior women, manhandling a chained woman weak and losing sight on existence
"Wings! She has wings. She's absolutely stunning." Beautiful thought of! Then she saw, "A penis? Huge tits and a big dick? A woMANgel? TrANSANGEL? What the heck... no... it can't possibly be... that's the woman I saw in my vision up in Souillon's attic when Kyra and I got our arm sigils. "GEMMA!" A name in her world, not this one. The angel was too weary to even look upon Erin.
Tempted to rise to her feet Erin found her body almost glued to her bed of fleece'. Looking at her padding it seemed as if the herd was closing in on her flesh. "No way is my bedding holding me to this altar. Crap! So much for putting the flee in FLEEce! In Greece... wait... this isn't Greece, just Greek to me." Nerves always did make Erin babble to herself.
"Couldn't give me a Hercules to save the day could you, God?" In peering at the sky, the Watchers seemed intrigued by Erin's actions. "They have claws. Surely these can't be angels. Demons?" It had to be for more than her glossy body and masturbation technique. Although, the Watchers mentioned in Enoch were told to procreate with the women of Earth. "Don't tell me I'm turning you guys, gals on. Just watch okay! I've got enough to contend with." They remained vigilant!
Stood before Lilith, the angel that Erin knew as Gemma faced her fate. The first lady caressing Gemma's cheek seemed to revive her from her lag. Standing taller to show her musculature Erin smiled. "That's it Gemma! Find the strength to kick her ass." Without even realizing it Erin was back to briskly rubbing her clitoral fusion, the friction combined with her thoughts on Gemma appeared to fuel her inner strength.
Tips of feathers were gently glowing in the moonlight's cascade. "She's doing a Goddesszilla I think. I can even hear vibrations that sound like Godzilla when he's ready to radiate all over his enemy. Breath on that bitch Gemma. Incinerate her!" So much for that! The two giant women took machetes and carved Gemma's wings from her back and tossed them to both sides of her, feathers instantly scattering about on the stone floor. Gemma however did not bleed, simply standing proud, staring down her adversary. His adversary! "Gemma must be a hermaphrodite, both sexes at once. Does that mean, the Watchers up there are the same?"
Another glance skyward it was as if they read her mind, robes parting to show her massive dicks, fully erect. Equally massive breasts with nipple nubs like five-inch daggers. The shadows revealed that much, no cunts however but those were presumed. As long as they didn't start jerking off she could live with the scene. "I'd laugh if I got Eknoched up!" Jokes even now, she had nothing else going for her unless her friends could save her. Where was Ian, Dreyfus the Bull, the Family Stone's, Rosalita? Even the killer Truman Porter for that matter. Were they dead? Well, technically Rosalita was already dead.
Given the order by Lilith the giants roughly brought Gemma up onto the altar of sheepskin. It seemed painful to the angel; a sizzling noise heard as her flesh touched wool. No screams, merely gnashed teeth. Hoisted closer to Erin until their legs were side by side Erin did try and make a toe touch against the angel as if her way of supporting her to remain strong.
It appeared the angel had a similar attraction so to speak. In lightly tapping her toes on Erin's body the angel Gemma's limp cock rose tall, it had to have been eleven inches, possibly a foot long. Horse cock but so well sculpted it actually turned Erin on that much more. EVEn Gemma flared her eyes at sensing chemistry. So much so that the gem over Erin's clit began pulsating.
"OHHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCCCCK!"
The sternest orgasm Erin had ever experienced made her squirt so violently it shot right off of the altar to the stone floor, landing droplets on the feathers of the angel's discarded wings. A warrior woman picking up the soaked feather felt suddenly liberated of her views. Eyes darting about at her sisterhood as if asking herself why she was there. Intriguing!
Good thing Lilith had more important things to do.
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Ten minutes prior!
Below ground Jana Stone and Rosalita Montoya noticed the giants hauling the angel up the staircase, the door to the pool left wide open. In her thoughts Jana wondered if that was smart. What if that huge snake got out? It would devour everything in sight. Silent as mice only Jana and her mother Brimley could communicate with telepathy. It would be so much easier if Rosa could hear them too, but now that she was inexplicably flesh and blood alive and with a heartbeat that didn't appear plausible. "Mom? What do we do? If we go upstairs, they'll just nab us or kill us on the spot."
"If they intended us to be dead, they would have sent warriors down in pursuit of us." Brimley surmised the situation better. It did make sense. "My visions are coming to me more frequently Janice. Something is calling me to that pool. The water has to be coming in from below, perhaps the serpent entered through... no... there is more to the snake than... its eyes glowed. It has sentience!"
"Its thinking on its own?"
"We did just witness the serpent rise up and out of that hole above with the wand. It returned without it so it must be working in conjunction with Lilith. Why is it Lilith does not seem to notice us down here? Is there something blocking her senses?"