As Tristan slept, the bed sheets rippled below her restless naked body. Her eyes shift under her soft pink lids. She was dreaming again. Dreaming of the lovely prophetess whose pallid silk dress clung against her taut body. The way the wind took her lengthy soft curls and pushed them away from the long curves of her face made her pant and sweat. Behind her, the hands of twenty women sashayed across her thighs, stomach and breasts. How she desired to share in the divine splendor.

As strokes of lightening enveloped the sky, the prophetess grew closer, inevitably standing like a goddess over Tristan's bowing head.

"I dream of you often divine one." Tristan stated, hoping the wind would catch the prophetess' gown, exposing her soft mound. "I do not know your name, but I ache to hear it whispered through the warm winds."

"I am the prophetess Natalia." Her lingering voice was like the songs of the sirens. She lifted the hem of her flowing gown and exposed her bare knoll. "Have you come to please me?"

"I have come to see the beauty of your bare essence and taste the rivers that flow from you."

"Come," Natalia said as she reached out to take Tristan's hand. "We will share in the pleasure together for I enjoy giving as well as receiving."

Tristan's heart dawdled as she followed closely stopping at an unmarred statue of a naked man, his phallic large and fully erect.

Natalia lifted her gown, allowing the tip of the statues cock enter her wet soft flower.

Tristan half-expected Natalia's sweet juices to bring the prominent effigy to life.

"Kiss me," Natalia whispered, taking Tristan's tongue passionately.

Tristan began squeezing the Prophetess' breast, pinching her nipples with every nip inflicted on her bottom lip. Gusts of breath released from her moaning lips. "I want to taste you." She begged, feeling a cool breeze drift past her dripping pussy.

The prophetess turned, hiking her gown over her well sculpted rear. She parted her lips, allowing her index finger to disappear into her shrine. "Taste the sweetness that your bare body has brought forth." She begged. 

Tristan couldn't wait any longer. She knelt on the soft velvet grass below her. Her tongue began to flounder wildly around the prophetess' bud, pausing briefly to rid the labia of juices she had surrendered.

"Ohhh," Natalia whimpered as she jolted and wormed. "Lick it. Suck it." Her pussy drizzled with hot spurts of her opaque lava, leaving the soft folds of her wreath drenched with love. "I thank the gods that you have come." She placed her hands between Tristan's breasts and forced them downward until she felt the soft pubic hair below. Passionately, she sucked on her warm tongue, giving her an idea of what she would be looking forward to. "I want to see The God Zeus' phallic in your pussy."

Tristan bent forward and slowly backed in, accepting just the tip. "I fear it is far too large." She admitted.

Natalia licked her fingers and rubbed them across the statue's cock. "Try again my beautiful lover." She demanded, pressing against Tristan's stomach to assist. "How does it feel?" She asked as she gripped Tristan’s large nipple.

"It feels like heaven." She moaned allowing her tight pussy to take it all in. Her movements were slow at first, taking speed when Natalia rubbed her swollen clit. "Oh god," She screamed. "Kiss me. Kiss me now"

Natalia was excited and necessitated her command as she continued to rub her butterfly.

"Uhhh." She screamed with arduous delight, falling onto the soft ground at the prophetess' feet. "That was amazing."

"Mmm," Natalia moaned. “Yes it is."

Tristan felt a new tingle in