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mistress. Aroused beyond reason, Tara made her needs known before she lost her mind and drifted off into an otherworldly state of ecstasy. “Cover me with your wings. Enter me, now.”
    Obediently, Zeta kneeled on her haunches and spread her wings. Her feathers caressed Tara’s arms gently, reassuringly. She stroked her phallus, moistened it with its pre-ejaculation and aimed the slippery knob lower, toward the silken entry of Tara’s pulsing tunnel.
    Zeta’s thrusts were rhythmic and slow.
    â€œDeeper!” Tara moaned. Zeta obeyed, satisfying her mistress as well as her throbbing hardness. But her feminine part dripped with unfulfilled yearning.
    â€œHarder!” Tara cried, pushing back and demanding more of Zeta’s sturdy penis.
    Obeying her mistress, Zeta squeezed Tara’s buttocks for leverage and then drove her throbbing shaft in and out swiftly. She released one buttock and wound her hand around and down to Tara’s puffy labia, tugged on one slippery lip and then the other.
    When she sank two fingers into Tara’s dewy vagina, her own female opening gripped and clenched with ravenous hunger.
    Zeta was not allowed to ejaculate from her penis until Tara was satiated. Needing desperately to quench one of her sexualdesires, she plunged her shaft in and out of Tara’s tight depths. Tara matched Zeta’s rhythm until she exploded.
    Now it was Zeta’s turn for release. Quickly, she released and, together, she and her mistress shuddered and cried out in one shared vibration.
    When Tara’s breathing returned to normal, she reached backward; her fingers stretching to locate Zeta’s hot pool of yearning. “You can’t speak of this. It is our secret,” Tara whispered.
    â€œThank you, mistress. You are so kind and understanding. I promise to never tell a soul,” Zeta replied as she changed position. Lying on her back with her wings spread, she waited for Tara’s touch.
    Tara couldn’t resist the urge to caress the length of her attendant’s pleasure-providing maleness. Zeta’s penis quivered at Tara’s touch, but did not grow hard.
    Unable to control her desire, Zeta clasped Tara’s hand, guiding her mistress’s delicate finger to her slippery softness. Spreading her muscular legs, Zeta granted Tara access to the moist place that was hot and aching with unbearable sexual need.
    Sadly, the pleasure Tara had shared with Zeta had been only a temporary distraction. Alone now, and feeling tormented by Eris’s dire circumstances, Tara sobbed softly. Despite Eris’s wicked ways, Tara loved her dearly.
    The day was sunny and glorious. Yet, if it weren’t for the colorful hues of the lotus and the power they imparted, Tara would have felt as if she were surrounded by dreary clouds.
    Gloom hovered closely—too closely. The thorny, dark place where Eris dwelled was alive with evil; the lost inhabitants inflicted unspeakable acts of cruelty upon each other. Theirviolent howls and piercing screams were being transmitted to Tara.
    Eris was sharing her misery and beseeching help from the one compassionate soul who loved her without condition.
    Eris had a hand in every quarrel, feud, or disagreement among the inhabitants of the Goddess Realm. It was Eris’s nature to cause conflict and to delight in dissension and discord.
    Inanna, the goddess of love and war, had passed on each of her dueling characteristics to her two daughters, Tara and Eris. Countless times, Inanna had intervened on Eris’s behalf—using her prominent status to veto the council’s decision to punish her wayward daughter. However, when Inanna had ascended to a higher realm, the council was no longer restricted from meting out just punishment for Eris’s incessant wrong-doing.
    Many lifetimes ago, the goddess council ruled that Eris would be dispatched to the Earthly Realm, forced to roam the land in the guise of a slave. It was the hope of