“This appears to be a previously unknown part of the tale of Durga versus Mahishasura from the Temple of Anahita” Decoded by Lord Gerald Symthe Jones 1876. Embellished by Jimp. Thanks to Asura Mahisha (Musclasura) for the Hindu mythology.

For it was that the Asura, those demons, those anti-Gods, became jealous of the Gods, their Deva half-brothers. They fought against them in the very skies, atop the seas and upon the land itself. The Deva too wished to destroy the demons, not for their sins but because they feared their power, virtue and knowledge. For in the beginning the Asura were just, good and virtuous but became embittered, proud, and vain. The demons gave the humans the gift of fire and agriculture for which they were cast from heaven. In revenge the demons swore to create confusion in everything, to challenge the Gods and become torturous of living beings.

Thus waged a war the likes of which had never been seen before. To the humans it was as if the heavens had descended dripping fire and destruction. In cities of stone deep beneath the ground they cowered while the warring deities lit up the sky and pounded the earth with weapons of unimaginable dread. There were arrows that always found their target by the heat of an enemy’s body; arrows which broke apart killing many enemies with one shot; Clouds which caused men to fall asleep, oft never to awake. There were lances that could spit bolts of lightning that could cut a man asunder.

Mahishasura’s father Rambha was the demon king until slain by the Devas. As Mahisha grew up, he came to know how his father died and with a band of loyal soldiers invaded heaven threatening to yield the most terrifying weapon of all, the mighty world destroyer. The Devas were driven out and the Asura Mahisha became the strongest living being in the universe with the boon that no man could vanquish him. The subsequent atrocities established him as the undisputed master of the world and the fiercest warrior ever. His body was like that of a bronze statue and perfectly formed with every muscle massive and strong. So mighty was he that arrows and spears bounced without harm from his thick chest built like low hills of muscle with a deep jagged canyon between. Huge boulders were hurled at him with force that would crush a man, yet he would stand in their path with his hands on his hips spreading his fearsome body laughing as the boulders thundered against his body then were flung back against his attackers with a flex of his chest muscles.

Gods came to fear that body for he would take a God in his massive arms and embrace him tightly against his powerful body laughing as he crushed the Deva’s chest against his like an immovable rock. He would wrap an arm around a Deva’s head then laugh as they struggled in vain to free themselves while his peaked bicep rose like a mighty mountain until their heads popped from their necks. Finally he seized their general and placed his head between his huge legs then rose up onto his toes. The Deva army trembled with fear for his thighs swelled into the most massive rocky shapes imaginable on a living being with deep creases, swallowing up the general’s head whole. Challenging them, his powerful thighs swelled such that each alone was three times the size of a man’s head. “Come you who call yourselves Gods. Lay down before me and worship me or fight me and die between my magnificent legs” with that there was a terrible sound as the general’s head broke like a fruit as the demon lords enormous thighs met with a smear of red paste between causing the Deva army to flee in terror and dismay with Mahisha’s laughter ringing in their ears.

Aware of his boon the Gods invoked the warrior Goddess Anahita. Filled with their combined power and anger, she was as fierce to behold as she was beautiful and her wroth scared the demons.

Mahishasura stood by the burning pyres of his army. Relatives of the dead cried bitterly. His three best generals had failed to bring the Goddess before him [JPECHO#02,3,4]. Their armies slaughtered by her own hand testament to her combat skills and showing the threat to his boon. So it came to pass that the greatest army of demons ever to been assembled gathered at the foot of the Vindhya Mountains. The mighty demon lord, the green-skinned buffalo, proudly displayed his fearsome body. So powerful was he built that other men felt weak and women moaned with desire. A short decorated kirtle covered his mighty lingam.

“Do you so fear me, oh demon lord that you must hide behind an army?” Aredvi Sura Anahita appeared on the mountainside in a gigantic blinding light that pervaded the skies and covered all the worlds. So mighty and pure was she that the demon army were sore afraid. Turning to flee Mahishasura stood in their path, his terrifying huge sculpted body flexed with every muscle swollen, angry, and fearsome. With arms like mountain peaks, a stomach like rock slabs, a dense hairy chest built like rugged boulders and legs like mighty temple pillars they fell prostrate in fear. Glaring with wild staring eyes to seek out disloyalty Mahisha spake thus “I fear no woman, throw down your weapons woman and submit to my benevolence”. Clothed in a red silk wrap around her chest that exposed her shoulders, arms and midriff and with a long black skirt so thin that it showed the shapes of her legs, every eye was drawn to the tall beautiful full-bodied woman in open lust.

Anahita laughed so loud the earth did tremble. Troubled by this display of power Mahishasura commanded his troops to attack from all directions, hurling their weapons at her. As she stood more than two heads above the tallest demon, he could see her exceptional beauty with dark sultry looks on a small elegant face with a long slender nose and a mesmerising small mouth set in a joyous pout. Her many arms unsheathed numerous weapons of death and began cutting an unstoppable swathe through his troops. Her long hair swung as her sinuous body moved and turned cutting down her opponents in a dance most deadly with joy in her face. So lithe was her body as it moved gracefully dealing death with elegant dance forms. Her shoulders were broad and deep suggesting great strength, the line across the top of her chest sharply defined as were the steep angled ridges either side of her neck sloping to her shoulders.

As she twirled and danced yielding her weapons with deadly precision, Mahisha saw her breasts were large and full bouncing unfettered inside her halter inflaming passion causing lethal distraction to his men. As the joyful Goddess turned her back to his direction to begat more slaughter he saw the play of a living carpet of muscle writhe and move upon her back. So beguiling was the sight that the demon lord could not tear his gaze away and felt his member stiffen. Sensing his gaze, Anahita smiled as she turned while severing the weapons of his men along with their heads with her lethal cosmic weapons. “Come dance with me, oh mighty demon” she sang. Her arms were thick as stone pillars yet looked silky smooth and well toned, shining with radiant health. Lightly tanned they were unquestionably feminine arms yet dangerously strong. The temptation to have those lovely arms wrapped around oneself was so strong that many a demon leapt into their embrace only to find that to yield to such temptation was to invite death. Strong swells of muscle rippled through the Goddess’s smooth skinned arms as they wielded her fearsome tools as she cut his army asunder. In her wake like dark ghosts came the red-eyed Supervisors in their black hoods and robes, their enhanced strength and skill laying waste to his troops. Close behind came the priestesses from Anahita’s temple, the Sisterhood, delicate slim beautiful human women in elegant red and gold saris capable of slaying demons with their bare hands and feet in a deadly dance that even made the mighty demon lord feel unease.

Soon the terrible carnage upon the battlefield became too great for even the Asura Mahisha to ignore. The terrible buffalo-demon rampaged across the fallen towards the Goddess. But just as it would seem he would trample her into the ground, she reached out for his mighty hairy chest and swung both knees into the air to place both feet against his stomach. Falling backwards towards the ground, the demon lord’s own momentum pulled him after. The demons watched in horror certain that the beautiful Goddess would be crushed cruelly beneath the buffalo-demon. Instead she rolled upon her back with both legs raised towards the sky carrying his massive form then throwing him over her for a great distance at great speed. He landed upon his back with such violence that the earth shook. Laying stunned the dreadful buffalo-demon was unable to believe what had just happened.

Before he could rise, the radiant Goddess grabbed his bull neck in the crook of her arm and brought to bear a noose of crushing living iron. Struggling to free himself, he was shocked to find around his neck the wide silky smooth skin of a woman stretched taut over very large hard bicep whose dense tall peak was pushing deep into his throat, choking off the air. The side of his face pressed against her large soft breast, a constant humiliating reminder that he was being subdued by a woman. “Nothing to say, oh mighty demon?” the Goddess teased, her voice like liquid honey. In frustration he tried to prise away her arm but found the smooth hairless arm immovable while the bicep peak threatened to push through his throat into his airways. “Such a disappointment, Over so soon” her warm alluring feminine voice teased “and I thought you would give me a good dance”. To his humiliation Mahisha was unable to stop the woman forcing him to his feet while he choked and croaked like a frog with head stooped low. Gracefully slipping her body in front of him while raising his head, Mahishasura felt the beautiful woman’s backside press against his groin stirring his lust. Reaching up behind her with his head in both hands she suddenly stepped into a low crouch and sharply pulled his head down over her shoulder. Mahisha felt the world rotate around him as he fell head over heels over the Goddess’s body before landing upon his back at her feet with such force that the mountainside trembled.

“You truly are no match for a woman” Anahita poured scorn standing over the floored demon. She looked so superior that the demon army were dismayed. Mahisha opened his mouth to reply but the words froze on his tongue as the Goddess lifted the hem of her skirt and put forth a leg. Her thigh was long and full of shape that drew every man’s eye in invitation. Smooth taut skin without blemish flowed over gently rounded shapes in her thighs that were pleasing to the eye. Likewise her long shin behind which hung a heavy calve in the shape of a half tear-drop the curves very sensuous to watch. “You have very sexy legs my lady” Mahishasura said in complement from where he lay “I’d like to get between them and give you a good prodding”. The Goddess did not reply to the vile creature instead she quickly shook her leg making the great mass of her thigh wobble. Suddenly it stopped and there were gasps of awe, fear and lust as her thigh separated into three very powerful looking muscles, full of sensual curves upon a smooth and hairless leg. They stood proud and strong, full of raw feminine power looking as hard as stone and gleaming like polished walnut.

Looking up from the ground at the beautiful woman standing over him, her thighs seemed as well-developed as his own and nearly as powerful. Mahisha saw such dreadful potency there that he became disturbed. Never before had he seen a woman with such a powerful perfectly developed body that put all but he to shame. Yet the latent power of that leg was so strongly feminine that his member rose uncontrollably lifting his kirtle and exposing himself to her laughter. “Such a typical male reaction” she chuckled to his shame. “You bore me. Let’s finish this dance now” with that Anahita raised her knee level with her chest then drove her foot down towards him. As quick as a serpent Mahishasura rolled back just as her foot tore into the very ground where he had lying. The ground gave way forming the great rent that was henceforth known as Goddess’s rift. “Oops” the beautiful Anahita exclaimed.

Mahishasura arose in anger and sent his chakram hurtling towards her head. Anahita snatched the deadly spinning metal hoop from the air and offered it between her hands. Mahisha watched in silence as her arms swelled densely with thick creepers as the metal hoop twisted and broke in her hands. Enraged he produced his vajra. Anahita spake forth “In your hands, is that a club or are you just pleased with the sight of me?” “It is a killing stick as you well know, bitch” and with that hurled it at her. With swift elegance, a long shapely leg soared towards the sun and her foot connected with the club with a loud sound that echoed around the mountains. The club hurtled back towards Mahishasura faster than the eye could follow, narrowly missing his head.

Anahita raised her fists as if to fight. A posture so unexpected for a woman yet she faced him with confidence that he knew that she knew how to use them and that strangely excited him. “Put away your toys little demon and fight me like a man, one on one unarmed, woman to buffalo” she challenged. But the demon lord saw her dense strong arms beneath the smooth hairless skin though smaller than his own and the sight filled him with unease. Here was undoubtedly the most perfect woman and the strongest of her kind, yet that in no way diminished her appeal but enhanced it so much that his lingam remained rigid lifting his jewelled battle kirtle high. “Is the master of the universe frightened to fight a mere woman?” she taunted but he would not be baited for he understood the God’s plan. “I sooner stick my lingam in you than my sword, yield now” he roared. “Like all men, you think with your member” she replied with a laugh of derision. “Then I will beat you and force you to suck on my trouser sword until I spill my seed in your mouth and you will choke then I will take you up the backside for all the Gods to see” He roared. “You’re all mouth and no action, little demon” she replied.

Thus began a mighty battle using one set of hand-held weapons then another. He was master of all weapons yet to his frustration, the sultry full-bodied beauty matched him while trying to enchant him with her dancing. Her long wild dark hair billowed as her sinuous body gracefully swept from one position to another while fending his blows and parrying. A glimpse of muscular calve there as she stepped to block his sword, a bulge of bicep there and she thrust hers at him in return, a carpet of living breathing muscle in her stomach as she breathed gently showing no sign of exertion. Mahishasura tried not be distracted by her large unfettered breasts moving beneath her halter or rocky cushioned chest after one lustful glance nearly cost him his head. All the while Anahita laughed with the joy of the dance. Springing from one leg to the other gave a hard target yet did not hinder her own blows which struck with eagle precision. Yet her strong sinous continually moving body was dangerously tantalising. So much so that Mahisha slashed her skirt so he could better see her legs. Twice as thick as his head, curving gently outwards and flexing and moving with powerful bulges of muscle, her thighs were formidable to behold yet full of such feminine power that his battle kirtle was thrusting up and down with the yearning of his member. Moving lightly on her feet, he was so mesmerised by the flexing and waning of the muscles in her legs so toned that they reflected the sun that she nearly ran a blade through his heart. “Cunt!” he snarled, cursing his weakness the demon lord’s rage gave Anahita stiff opposition. “Bitch! Whore!” he raged attacking so fiercely that he drove the Goddess into retreat.