Triumph of The Cowgirl

~The Mansion, The Sisterhood's LA residence was alive with activity. Her Grace, Mistress Eva, First High Priestess, was running back and forth, making sure that the next day's festivities went perfectly. She was a mad women in that mode and everyone made sure to jump quickly at her command. The slaves were especially responsive as she was known to be quite free with the whip when she was in that mood.

Only the Younglings softened her mood. Her own first born Daughter Freyja, now almost a year old, plus the Daughter's of two of her Wives, Hanna and Anka, each child eight months old. There would momentarily be peace in the house when they nursed together, passing each infant from nipple to nipple among them. They has started this Ritual, The Sharing of The Milk, destined to be the most important bonding Ritual of The Sisterhood, when Hanna and Anka were still pregnant. The three of them would take turns nursing Freyja, who happily suckled with each of them.

When they gave birth, the Ritual was simply extended. Two more Sisters in The Mansion were also pregnant, as were several more at the First Karaal up in the High Desert. All of those pregnancies were the result of the other important new Ritual, The Sharing of The Seed, which Mistress Eva administered, said Seed being regularly 'milked' from her primary lover, Michael aka Nebris aka Her Prophet.

This was how Mistress Eva was building her Blood Clan within The Sisterhood.

Her Prophet had come down from The First Karaal. There was a Ritual taking place that would be Most Special and his presence was required. Mistress Eva was planning her next pregnancy.

The Mansion was a recent SH acquisition, a huge near palace with a fair amount of acreage up in one of the canyons in Beverly Hills. It had been left to The Sisterhood by a retired movie producer who died of a heart attack the year before. He'd also left half his money. His family had challenge the will, but after his older son was found hanged in a cheap motel closet under 'suspicious circumstances', the suit petered our.

There was speculation about SH's supposed ties to various foreign and domestic intelligence agencies, but nothing could ever be proved. One detective on the case said, “The Sisterhood makes Scientology look like a troop of Cub Scouts.”

The Mansion was now SH's main American HQ. And all manner of 'interesting things' took place up there, especially since Mistress Eva was planing on getting pregnant again. She had been very disciplined during her first pregnancy and during the next half year of child raising.

Then she went wild. She had always been sexually insatiable. And SH's clearly stated ideological position that “Everything is about Sex,” gave her plenty of latitude in that department. She had played nearly every sex game in the book, both behind closed doors, and at some LA's most exclusive parties and 'private clubs'. The latter two were also fruitful recruiting exercises, drawing rich slaves and powerful new Sisters.

The background to this was that Mistress Eva and her entourage were also always elegant and disciplined where required allowed her all manner of access. It was known that SH could be trusted to add positively to any event. And she herself was beautiful, charming and intelligent, her Brit tinged German accent music to most ears, yet also a soft reminder of her notorious Past Life. She had moved quickly and easily into SoCal's business and political social life.

Soon however she was going into what she called Mother Mary Mode, her 'pregnancy discipline'. Mistress Eva was fanatical about the welfare of the Younglings. Pregnant Sisters knew they had to maintain her standards if they did not wish to face her formidable wrath. Given that world now knew about her Past Life made that wrath even more feared.

The week previous she'd staged a number of 'sexual events' for Her Prophet to facilitate the Milking of The Seed; games with her and her Wives, with her personal Pleasure Slaves, all played out in The High Priestess' Bedroom, a large luxurious space dominated by a pair of California King beds placed together on a raised platform. Mostly Her Prophet would just sit and watch and then she herself would jerk him off into a sealable medical container, which was then stored for future use to impregnate worthy Sisters. He always climaxed copiously.

Tonight was different. It was just be the two of them, The First High Priestess of The Sisterhood and Her Prophet, playing her favorite game, one which she only felt fully comfortable playing with him.

The High Priestess' bedroom had been cleaned and saged, fresh linen on the massive bed. Mistress Eva and Her Prophet entered, both wearing short silk robes, followed by Durin, her Body Slave, a short slim man with a talent for not being noticed. He wore only a breech-clothe and his fine leather Collar, his head shaved with a long brained cue at the very back of his skull.

Mistress Eva seemed to grow more beautiful with every passing year, her body lush, tanned and decorated with delicate but intense ritual tattoos. Her Prophet, though now nearly seventy years old, was trim, fit, totally dilapidated below the neck and also well tattooed. It was clear they made a formidable couple when they appeared together publicly.

They were in good spirits, smiling and flirting with each other. One could see how comfortable they were together. Durin slipped ahead of them to check the tray of beverages on the side table. As Eva and Michael climbed up onto the bed, she glanced quickly at the huge flat screen TV mounted above the headboard. It was off at the moment.

Durin offered Michael a glass of juice and a small blue pill. He took the pill, thanked the small man, who slipped quickly away. Eva smiled, kissed Michael softly. Then they knelt, faced each other, held hands, bowed their heads and quietly murmured a brief prayer.

Then they took off their robes, leaving them completely naked. They embraced, kissed passionately for a little while. Then Michael lay down and Eva grasped his almost fully erect cock and begin to gentle suck on it, taking the head in her mouth, running her tongue up and down the shaft, licking his balls.

He sighed with pleasure, smiled at her. She flashed her eyes at him as she bought him to full hardness, what he called his 'blue wood', his cock so full and rigid he felt it might explode.

Eva then straddled him, began to rub her wet pussy lips up and down his shaft. He made soft grunting sounds. Then with expert swiftness, on a down slide, she moved her hips just so and his cock slid up inside her. She settled down on it, on him, his cock deep in her. She paused a moment, looked up at the flat screen TV.

“Give me a kiss, my love,” he said softly. She leaned down and kissed him almost chastely. “Go,” he said with a gentle smile. “Enjoy.”

She sat up and Durin appeared at her side, handed her a headset and quickly withdrew. She put it on and looked up at the TV, which now came to life, black and white images flickering. Michael could faintly hear the powerful music from her headset. The title rose up; Triumph Des Willens, a remastered digital copy without subtitles. He could feel her body begin to tremble.

Eva sat motionless for several minutes, watching the screen in trance. But then he could feel her vaginal muscles start to grip and release. He knew what was coming. The plane was landing. Her body shuddered with the first of her many orgasms. Her Wolf was up there, in bright clear black and white. He could feel her juices gushing down his shaft as eyes fluttered and her body shook.

Michael looked at the ecstasy on her face, felt another orgasm building as she now began to ride his cock in earnest. He knew up on the screen Wolf was being driven through the streets of Nuremberg. She looked at her Dark Lover, but Michael looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman in his eyes and her pleasure made him the happiest of men.

For the next three hours, two full screenings, she would ride his cock while communing with her Dark Lover, who was also now a part of her Spirit ever since their End together so long ago. She would orgasm again and again and again while watching Wolf in all his glory. Michael would come a few times – very hard – the little blue pill keeping him good and hard though Eva's relentless, sometimes frenzied, thrusting and writhing.

She would shudder and make animal noises and scream and shout in German and be a Divine Mad Woman possessed by Lust and a Deathless Passion. Her thighs and his were flooded by the juice that poured down and out of her pussy, which itself became engorged, its lips red and swollen. Looking at it, Michael knew the truth of the words, 'Her Pussy is the Golden Portal to Heaven Itself.'

Durin would slip in discreetly, give them water and juice, wipe some of the rivers of sweat off of Eva's body with a damp clothe. Michael would thank him with a look, but Eva was oblivious, utterly entranced by the events unfolding upon the screen.

In the end, Eva simply collapsed upon him. The spot the had occupied the last three hours was soaked with sweat and cum, so Michael rolled them over a few feet. The bed was massive. Durin slipped in, wiped them down and toweled them off, gave them juice, slipped away again.

Michael kissed her forehead and they both passed out...

In the morning, Eva woke first, as always. She lay still for a few minutes as if listening for something. Then she smiled happily.

She rolled over and kissed Michael awake. He was groggy of course, but grinned sleepily and kissed her back.

“I can feel it!” she exclaimed. “The egg is fertilized!”

That woke him and he laughed with joy.

“Blessed be!” he said.

“Blessed be,” she replied.

He grinned. “This calls for coffee.”

She laughed, kissed him again and then bounded off the bed.

“Race you to the kitchen,” she said, already heading out the bedroom door stark naked.

“Cheater,” he yelled after her, then began to look for his robe. It was going to be a good day. ❤