My second book from eXstasy is the longest work I’ve published. Woman of the Mountain is, so far, my only published novel (Soon, it will be joined by Man’s World, from Circlet). Woman of the Mountain is available in both print and e-book and the e-book is on sale from All Romance right now.
The idea for Woman of the Mountain came to me while I was watching a Japanese action-fantasy film, Aragami, an early work by Ryűhei Kitamura, perhaps best known for the Yakuza-zombie fest Versus. Aragami is based on an old myth that is part of both eastern and western lore, of a supernatural champion who takes on all challengers, with the outcome being that anyone who defeats the champion must take his place. Some writers have surmised that this is a myth that grows directly out of historical contests for kingship as well as the life-death cycle of the solar year.
What if, I thought, instead of a god king, we had a goddess woman who wanted a good fuck instead of a good fight? What if her fulfillment brought bounty to the land and her disappointment brought earthquake and ruin? I imagined a world where sexual love was not only sacred but the very glue that held everything together. Woman of the Mountain is full of eros and romance, but there is also a lot of action in it. I’m told men and women both enjoy it.
Besides being the most ambitious thing I had written at that time, Woman of the Mountain will always be special to me because it won the 2008 Eppie for Best Erotica.
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In this excerpt, Adita, the high priestess of the goddess Zenthe, receives her first suitor, a desert lord who has passed all the tests that give him a shot at divinity. All he has to do is make the priestess come…
She moved with him, her body wanton in its pursuit of bliss. Time lost meaning as they fucked, their bodies locked together in passion. The Hawk’s rhythm rose and fell, some strokes he only half thrust into her, others he plunged so deep she thought his cock would stab at her heart. He filled her and the sensation delighted her. She felt the waves mounting, felt herself approaching the place where all things disappeared except unbounded ecstasy.
He pulled free from her and Adita protested loudly, “No!”
The Hawk grinned, “Good to know you like cock, my lady. Would hate to think I was wasting my time.”
He stretched on the bed beside her, his shining prick impudent against gravity. He pulled Adita to him, over him. She smiled broadly as she straddled him. Her dripping cunt coated the base of his cock as she took a seat. She grinned at him as she squirmed, his pulsing shaft bouncing against her clit as she leaned over and kissed him, her tongue twining with his.
He growled, low and primal, the sensation vibrating through her sex. He lifted her slightly and guided his cock back to the portal. She hovered for a moment but before she could settle over his staff, his hands closed around her hips and he pulled her down. Her sex welcomed the invader, wrapping tight around him. Adita groaned as waves of pleasure replaced her momentary disappointment at his eagerness.
She set the rhythm again, slow and thorough, rising to almost release him completely from her grip, then descending to grind her sex against the thick curls that surrounded the base of his cock. His hands moved to her breasts, massaging pleasantly, his fingers rolling the nipples between them. Then one hand went to her sex, his thumb massaging her clit as she rode him.
Ripples grew to waves as her pleasure mounted. Her center became a song of purest sensation, ready for the finale, to sing one last high note in completion of an aria. She began to pant, the pace of the ride growing faster. Her eyes closed as Zenthe filled her being, reveling in the pleasure of the union. The bud of her clit, swollen and hard, sent blasts of sensation to Adita’s core as climax approached. Her sex held tightly to the Hawk’s cock, desperate to enfold the slick steel as she rose and fell upon him. Her panting turned to deep keening as the gates of bliss yawned before her.
He gripped her thighs as if he gripped the neck of a horse, his short nails digging into her soft skin. He pulled Adita down hard, thrusting up into her at the same time, fast, hard, tearing the flesh of her sex with the force of his urgency. The shock of it thrilled her, but destroyed the rhythm of the coupling, taking an edge off her pleasure. Once, twice, deep, desperate.
The Hawk cried out like a wild man, his seed spilling hot and molten, his hard thrusts sending ripples of pleasure through her, but failing to push her into oblivion. The Hawk howled, as his grip loosened on her hips and his spent cock began to soften.
Zenthe’s frustration filled Adita’s soul. She pushed his hands away from her hips, pulled herself free from his diminishing cock, and scrambled from the bed on legs as weak as a newborn foal’s. She collapsed on the floor a few feet from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as overwhelming sorrow ravaged her soul.
“No,” Adita cried out. “NO!”
Upon the bed, the Hawk turned to her, his satiated smile turning into a frown of realization as he stared at her prostrate on the floor.
Then his screams of agony pierced the temple. Swirling, white, blinding flames consumed him, merciless and beyond reasoning.
Agony where once had been a man, and yet the bed remained untouched.
Adita screamed, horror and failure quickly replacing her sexual frustration. Her cries carried beyond the walls, unbroken and heartrending.
She curled into a ball, her screams turning to dumb silence as she watched in mute anguish as the Hawk burned entirely to ash.
And as the flame winked out, Adita’s eyes closed. Overwhelmed and desolate, she retreated into black unconsciousness.
Fleeing frustration and horror and the dread anticipation of what must follow.
Flying on black wings far from the sorrow of Zenthe.
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