Shane stood there still not believing what he just watched. Moments prior, Shannon had been a normal red-headed woman in her early twenties who was just attending school in Middle Eastern archeology. Now she was the vessel for the goddess Asherah. Shane didn't even know what that meant. Was she now a god? Did she have powers? Or was she just the same as she always was, just with another consciousness inside of her? Who knew?
"Master, have I displeased you in some way?" Asherah arose from her reclined position on the bed and stood worried in front of Shane. "Does not this vessel please you?" she asked.
"No, no! It pleases me greatly. You're incredible!" And she was. Before Asherah, Shannon was maybe five foot four, with an average body, red hair, and nice sized B cups. When Asherah possessed her body, she transformed into the embodiment of lust that stood before Shane. She had to stand at least five-eight, most of it perfectly shaped and toned legs, with the most beautiful set of grapefruit-sized breasts Shane had ever seen. She still wore her red hair, but her curls hung a little looser. There was an exotic beauty that Shane could not put his finger on, but it still made him stand in awe.
"I am happy that my new body satisfies you. I made some changes to it so that it can be more pleasing to you. Now, I wish to demonstrate how grateful I am to you for this new form." With that Asherah stepped towards Shane, wrapped her arms around Shane's shoulders and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Shane noticed immediately a sweet taste to Asherah's kiss; it made him want more.
Asherah's hands traced over Shane's chest until they had reached his belt. Asherah skillfully undid Shane's belt and shoved his pants down as she knelt in front of him and caressed Shane's six inch cock. Asherah took him into her mouth as she applied a little suction while wrapping and unwrapping her tongue around his member. Her manipulations were driving Shane insane. He grabbed the back of her head and began to force Asherah's head back and forth, faster and faster. One hand let go of her head as he reached further down and grabbed at her breast, kneading it and pinching its nipple. Asherah moaned from these sensations and the vibrations almost made Shane go over the edge.
Shane just couldn't take it anymore though. He shoved Asherah on her back, and as she lay on the floor, legs splayed open for him, Shane positioned himself at her entrance, grabbed both of her breasts with a lustful rage, and rammed his cock deep into her wanton depths. She screamed out in ecstasy as Shane ravaged her body with reckless abandon. He couldn't control himself; she was just too hot, too perfect, too... his. He wanted to take her and show his dominion over his newfound idol.
Shane rapidly pistoned in and out of Asherah's moist, velvety cunt; he had never been so aggressive with a woman, but with her, he felt powerful. He felt like he emitted power and control. Like anything he wanted, he deserved and should have, and in this moment he wanted to fuck this bitch until she knew his power over her. In one movement, Shane flipped Asherah over onto her belly and propped her onto her hands and knees as Shane began to fuck her furiously from behind. When he could hold it no longer, Shane thrust himself into Asherah one last time and came hard, emitting a loud, primal groan, as Asherah collapsed under the strong waves of orgasmic pleasure consuming her as well.
"Master, I hope I have pleased you."
"Asherah, that was incredible. Of course you pleased me! That was the best sex I think I've ever had. I don't know what came over me; it was like I was one who was possessed!" replied Shane.
"Master, I exist only to serve and please you. If I have done that, than I have acted in accordance to my purpose."
"Asherah, I have to ask. What happened to Shannon when you possessed her body? Is she all right?"
"She has been changed. She and I are one. I am an amalgamation of all of my vessels. I have their memories, their experiences, and their knowledge. I may now possess their body, but they will live on in me forever."
Shane was perplexed by this. He didn't want his Shannon to go, but she wasn't
really
gone, and now he had an absolute sexpot priestess looking to make him a god and pleasure him sexually at his every whim. This was not a bad thing. Shane took one prolonged look over Shannon's, no Asherah's, new body, drinking in every perfect curve and every unblemished inch of alabaster skin and decided that change is sometimes good.
Almost sensing his acceptance of everything that she had said, Asherah moved closer once more to Shane, holding the talisman in her left hand. "It is time." She placed the talisman over his head and around his neck.
The gold chain felt heavy at first. He picked up the pendant and looked carefully at the design, examining it closely, perhaps for the first time. He noticed a picture of a man with light emanating from behind his head. It held a spear in one hand and what looked like a water jug in the other. On the back was inscribed something Shane could not read.
"It says 'Giver of both life and death,'" stated Asherah. "Ba'al, as the supreme god, has both the power to take away life, the spear, as well as to give life, the jug of wine -- a symbol of fertility. Once you have been claimed as his vessel, you will feel an immense power wash over you. While it is yours to use at your desire, I must advise that you try not to do anything that may draw undue attention to yourself."
