Chapter 22

Ereshkigal, the Babylonian queen of the dead, was wandering through her realm, bored as usual, when she happened to catch sight of me as I was leading my wives through the Gate of Ishtar. We were returning from a tour of the Hanging Gardens, and were very tired. Even we werewolves can get tired when we walk around for a long time in human form.

I honestly don't know why, but Ereshkigal suddenly developed an overriding crush on me. We had hardly lay down on our bed for rest and a little nap when I felt myself snatched away. The next thing I knew, I was standing in a garden of flowering shrubs and flower beds, but it looked like the dead of winter. Everything was shriveled and brown or black or gray in death. A truly depressing sight!

I was standing in front of a beautiful woman, about 5'-8", 120 pounds, big bust and hips. This woman was as close to my ideal of beauty as it was possible to find. She was dressed in the local Babylonian version of "widow's weeds," but, on her, no sort of clothes would have looked bad. Her black hair was shiny and perfect, and her green eyes shown from a light brown face. I was stunned and instantly horny. Also, I was no longer tired.

"Hello, I am Ereshkigal, but you may call me Dear or Darling. Welcome to my realm of the dead. Oh, you are not dead, but you will never be able to return to the land of the living. You are here to satisfy my sexual desires and needs. What is your name?"

"I am Vilkatas. Return me to my place with my wives, immediately, or you will regret it. I assure you, you do not want to upset them."

"Ha! I am queen of the dead, and no one can defy me. My husband Nergal has become routine and boring, so you will be my sex toy. You may wander around as much as you like when you are not servicing my desires, but there is no way that you can escape my realm. Come with me, now, and I will start your training."

To my surprise, I was not able to resist her command and docilely followed after her as she led me to a kind of gazebo in the middle of the garden. The only furniture in the gazebo was a large bed with a thick mattress and silken sheets. There were some pillows strewn about on the bed and on the floor.

"The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at my new toy, so take your clothes off. But do it slowly and teasingly, so I can enjoy the experience."

Well, this was the first time I had been raped, so I was a bit unsure of what would happen next, but I could not refuse the command to strip off my clothes. This I did in as sexy a manner as I could, not because I wanted to cooperate with this woman, but because I seemed to have no choice. I didn't know who she was, so I didn't know how she got the power she had over me.

Once I was naked, she ordered me to turn around slowly so that she could see what she had "to work with." She seemed pleased with what she saw, so I was not surprised when she ordered me to jack off enough to make myself hard. Well, she had said that I was a sex toy, so I had been expecting that. Once I was fully hard, she ordered me to stop jacking my cock, saying that she didn't want to waste anything.

Her next command was for me to remove her clothes, but to do it slowly so that she would feel sexy while I did it. I had never been involved with a woman dressed the way she was, so I was having to make it up as I went along. I gently removed her head scarf and folded it. She directed me to put it on the floor near one of the sides of the gazebo.

She was wearing a wrap around her body from her shoulders to her ankles. I had no idea what to call it, but I had to make several turns around her to get it completely loose. This I carefully folded and put on the floor next to the scarf. She was now covered in a tunic-like diaphanous garment that also reached from her shoulders to her ankles. The tunic had to be lifted off over her head.

As I lifted the tunic-dress, I finally got a clear view of what I had only dimly seen through the sheer fabric. Her legs emerged from the classic "well-turned ankle" up a delightful calf to a knee that looked the way a knee should look. From there, I exposed a set of thighs that would grab any man's eye, and finally came to a bare crotch with a truly magnificent pussy with the slit well to the forefront and high on its mound. An engorged clit was pushing its way out from the folds of her lips and the hood was already pulled partway back away from the head.

I admit that my attention stayed on her pussy as I continued to lift the dress. I stayed fixated on her exposed clit until her breasts made an appearance. I know I have already used the word once in this description, but there is no other suitable expression, dammit, the language is too limited when it comes time to describe her magnificent breasts!

They were large, the way I like breasts. They were as large as grapefruit set upon her chest, not just hanging there. And her nipples—ah, truly a joy to observe. Her areolas were about two inches in diameter and projected just a little from the spherical surface of her breasts. On the point of maximum projection were her nipples, delightfully pink and pert. Now I am caught on the horns of a terrible dilemma: which should I stare at, nay, worship, her pussy or her tits?

I was not tortured for long, because I soon had the dress fully removed, and she stood in front of me wearing nothing but her sandals. When she commanded me to remove them, she broke my predicament of indecision. I couldn't help asking myself how such a paragon of feminine beauty could be found in such a dead place.

She took my hand and led me to the bed. I was ordered to stand beside the bed as she lay down. When she was lying in the middle of the bed with her head supported by a pillow, she ordered me to lie beside her and kiss her while holding her in my arms. Now, that I could manage to do without detailed instructions.

I lay down and slipped my left arm under her shoulders in preparation for a loving embrace. I leaned over to kiss Ereshkigal when there was a commanding shout of "STOP RIGHT THERE!" in a female voice that I could not fail to understand and obey.

I looked around and, to my everlasting delight, saw my four wives standing around the bed. They all appeared to be in a towering rage, and I, for one, would never try to thwart them when they were in that mood.

Orda, in her official position as chief wife, took command of the situation. "Ereshkigal, you are skating on the raw edge of disaster. I assure you that if you do not release our husband from your spell, we four will make your life a living hell. You only think that you are powerful, but you have never faced the wrath of four irate wives out to rescue their husband!"

"How dare you break into my private garden? You have no right to be here. How did you get here? I can tell that you are not dead, so I know that you are here by some arcane magic."

"Your chief, Marduk, has put us here to keep you from making the worst mistake you could possibly make, you foolish woman. We will use all of our considerable powers to fight you, if that becomes necessary. You may be a goddess, but we are more. We are outraged women who have had a loved and loving husband stolen, and we want him back. Keep him at your peril!"

At that moment, a male voice was heard to say, "Ereshkigal, you have no idea what you are dealing with. I recommend that you accede to their demands. I certainly would not want them mad at me, and you know that I am much more powerful than you."

"Marduk, how can you take their side against me? We have always worked together, and I have always honored you wishes outside the land of the dead."

"My Dear, you have never done anything that I would not approve of, whole heartedly, until this day. However, these are my friends who have done me a noble service. By not doing as they ask, you will make some powerful enemies, me among them, so I suggest you cooperate with the inevitable before it becomes too painful."