Pain flooded every inch of Morris' body and she whimpered in awakening. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the harshness of the bright light that assaulted her. The impossibly beautiful black woman arose from her seat on a throne-like chair, lights swirling in her eyes. Morris remembered Lively's warning not to look at her but felt her eyes drawn to the perfection of her naked body.
All at once, she knew what a lesbian felt. The Great One's legs were impeccable. Smooth muscle linked hip to knee to calf to ankle and every inch was covered with toned, unblemished flesh. Her hips were small, not really suited for childbearing but wide enough to differentiate them from her torso. Her flat stomach stretched elegantly upward, dimpling under heavy, large-nippled breasts and her shoulders spread softly into two arms, elbows and hands. But it was her face that had Morris mesmerized. She had never seen a face as lovely as hers.
"Like what you see?"
Morris shook her head and cast her eyes down quickly, realizing that she had been staring. The Great One just laughed, moving around her and touching her hair.
"You have beautiful hair. You should wear it down."
Morris shivered with terror. What should I say? She had never talked to a
god
before.
"Hello would be nice."
"You can read my mind?"
"Of course."
Again, that playful chuckle.
"I am a god, you know."
"No, I didn't know."
"My, my. Jason is slipping. He usually tells his protégé the history of the Legacy."
"I'm not his protégé."
"No? Then what are you?"
