Chapter 5: Inner Beauty

Beauty walks into the darkened jungle her senses overwhelmed by the smells, sounds, and the pools of darkness broken by shafts of light giving the jungle an otherworldly feel. The exotic smells of the flowers intoxicate her, making Beauty feel lightheaded. As she moves deeper into the jungle, the light becomes more subdued and shafts of light mixes with the darkness of the jungle to create pools of shadow in the underbrush. In one of the pools of darkness, Beauty sees what looks to be a pair of eyes.

Moving closer to investigate she calls out softly, "Hello?"

The figure moves forward, and beauty lets out a little soft "oh..." at the sight of the tigress moving more fully into the path. The woman's body paint making her look like a bangle tiger. Beauty sees the woman has tag on her neck. Smiling she reaches for the tag, her mind filled with visions of making love to such an exotic creature as this and hearing her purrs of delight.

With a motion almost faster then Beauty can follow, the tigress's hand moves and stops Beauty before she can touch her. Beauty looks down at the woman's hand, the fingernails long and claw shaped. The woman shakes her head no, pointing at Beauty's tag and bounds away into the jungle moving quickly and silently.

Beauty whimpers in her need, a hand brushing her sex as she stands, and starts again walking down the path. The path takes a turn and she can see a small clearing with something in the middle. She walks into the clearing where there is a small pedestal with a statue of a woman in black obsidian holding a spear. As Beauty walks even closer, she marvels at how glossy and detailed the statue is. Beauty steps up to the statue quietly as if afraid her presence would crumble it.

When Beauty reaches to touch it that she feels ridges and the contours of skin beneath. The softness and coolness of the workmanship awes Beauty. Her eyes do not leave the splendor and grace of the statue as she examines it further. She thinks she feels it move when she touches the black bottom of the statue's butt. The movement under her fingers is not paid attention to as she slides her golden hand up and down the black leg, her hand still stroking her golden sex.

Walking around to the front, she gives a little gasp seeing the matching tag around the neck of the statue. To add to Beauty's surprise the statue opens its eyes and ice gray pupils look back at her. For a moment, Beauty feels a connection as if those eyes are familiar to her. She knows this woman but from where she cannot remember.

With a slow smile the woman steps off the pedestal, lays down the spear, and says, "Hello Beauty."

Beauty's eyes get wide as the voice and the eyes floods her memory of past events. Flashbacks drift through her mind, as she recalls something from her past, a dark figure hovering over her as she fell away from her world. A cooing voice drifts into her senses as she slept and when she woke, her body falling in for of her. Could it be the same woman? She does not know. Something in the eyes though reminds Beauty of it and the lust that was there. Blushing and feeling airy inside Beauty feels the caress from the black statue. It brings Beauty to the present and to her purpose.

Beauty says to the woman after she catches her breath, "How may I serve you? And who may I say I am serving?" handing her the tag, forgetting about anything else but her duty.

The woman smiles and discards the tag and pulls off her own, as she brings Beauty into her arms to hold.

Whispering she says, "I shall have my way with beauty. My name once was Lucinda, but I am known as the Obsidian Warrior Princess now." The black woman's eyes glaze over and it looks as if there is some internal war going inside before she says softly, "Lu... Lucy, call me Lucy." The internal battle over she looks at beauty, her black hand stroking Beauty's golden skin.

"As you wish Mistress Lucy" Beauty says in acceptance of her words.

"Just Lucy my beauty, there is only ONE mistress here and I am but her servant as are you." corrects Lucy

It was an old reference to something unheard but voiced once to Beauty. The woman begins to nibble the golden neck and shower kisses tasting the wonderful skin of its owner.

Beauty falls into the touches and kisses from the living art. Her breath becomes ragged as she moves into the woman. Arms engulf her and her own wrap around to hold the black beauty. Now entwined, they kiss and fondle one another. Lips on lips, hands roaming the contours of curves and hidden flesh, and mouths searching for little nubs to suckle and kiss.

Beauty eagerly and hungrily devours the black flesh before her. Her lips kiss along the neck and shoulder of the painted statue. She moves to embrace her closely and press her body up against it. Moans and hidden desires are heard from Beauty's lips as she continues to kiss and suck on the black flesh before her. Beauty is lost in her own desire and moves to quench it as she explores the curves and folds her tongue and lips can reach.

Beauty's passion grows with each breath taken. Her golden hands like sunlight slide over the silky smoothness of Lucy's black skin. Her hunger and need grows like wildfire with each caress. Beauty's mind travels to a vision, of another world. In this world, her body becomes a pale sickly color and her beauty faded. The woman of black is there, but in it, she is dressed in black silk instead of her lovely black skin. She lifts Beauty away from that horrible place of dullness and lifelessness.

The thoughts of the living statue, no this woman, rescuing Beauty drives her into a frenzy. Like a white knight rescuing a princess, Beauty is rescued from that world of pale skin, hair, being plain and taken to this new world of beauty and love. All the while outside of this vision, Beauty makes love to her black savior with the desire and passion of the ages.

Beauty looks up from between the woman's legs, her face covered with the nectar of her obsidian lover. With tear filled eyes she says, "Thank you" softly as if in a whisper to her. The woman with her ice gray eyes looking down at Beauty says nothing, just smiles at her. Beauty's mind fills with that smile as she lowers her mouth once more to drink and lick the sweet nectar. She feels her mind and body overflow with pleasure and joy. Over and over, she drinks bringing her lover to orgasms each more vocal than the last. Her own body throbbing in time with Lucy's. Finally, she moves her way back up and kisses her Lucy's lips. The black and gold bodies twined around each other. Both now worn out from the passion and intense lovemaking. They lay there, relaxing and basking in the feeling of euphoria that follows their passionate lovemaking. The promise of utopia to find once they rested.

After the exchange and intense love session, they brush each other off and kiss once more tasting one another. Passion has never tasted so good and Beauty has never looked so radiant. Both hang on to one another, still caressing each other lightly as they walk down the path on the other side of the clearing. Beauty looks at her lover as they walk her mind and body's need for passion growing once more.

She stops and turning to face Lucy says softly, "I am glad you rescued me from the pale world. Thank you." Beauty then kisses her deeply and pulls her to the ground to thank her the best way she knows how. The air around them is thick with musk and echoes of their passion.

After a time Lucy says softly, "No, thank you my beauty." She gets up and helps Beauty to her feet. They continue down the path linked arm and arm. Walking around a blind turn, they find themselves standing on some steps leading to a door. It opens without their help once they are close enough to it.

As they pass through the door the jungle like environment fades like a dream and the inner world of the corridors and rooms comes back. They both walk inside where the air is cool making their nipples erect. Beauty turns to the woman in black and takes holds her hand like a child would take her mother's hand in a strange place.

"Beauty becomes you here at Shangri la." says the black marbled one walking Beauty down the corridor, "Welcome home."

"Feels like home now" Beauty replies dreamily still riding small waves of pleasure, "Yes I'm home."

Walking past several doors, the woman in black explains about the compound and her new home, giving her a tour of sorts as they walk. She shows Beauty more show rooms and displays like the ones she explored earlier.

As they are walking down the hall, Beauty hears a faint sound, like music coming from far off. When they reach the door, Beauty touches the door, she tilts her head, faintly she can hear the sounds of fiddles playing a Celtic tune from a time gone by. She opens the door and steps in before the other woman realizes it. The melody from the music washes over Beauty, her mind reeling from the sight and sound before her.

Beauty finds herself in the back of a large room with a raised stage, on the far side, a Band playing a Celtic jig with around fifty people all dancing to it. She looks closer and notices while some are like her, there are others like the goddess, pale and covered in clothing. The music pulls at her, causing to her to move forward. No one in the room pays any mind to her as she walks through them toward the stage. Stopping at it, she is totally captured by the music. The band ends that song and starts another one.

The tenor starts singing the next song and without thought, Beauty starts to sing. His eyes get large hearing the song sung in Gallic by the nude golden woman that has appeared before him. Without breaking the song, he offers his hand and pulls Beauty up onto the stage beside him. As Beauty's voice sings flawlessly, the tenor voice fades and stops. The words are coming from somewhere deep inside her soul, in the strange and unfamiliar language. Beauty sings on, the world lost and forgotten as she sings her love for her goddess in a moment of undying devotion. Out of the corner of Beauty's eye, she thinks she sees her one and only goddess watching her. Like candlelight, the image fades. When Beauty finishes, she becomes aware that the audience has stopped dancing, the band is no longer playing, and she has finished the song a cappella. The wild applause from both the audience and the band pleases Beauty filling her with joy and pleasure. The tenor takes her hand and kisses it, thanking her for her voice.

Beauty smiling sees her obsidian partner at the doorway beckoning her back. Her smile fades from her face remembering she is supposed to serve this woman until released. She gets down and leaves the room as the band starts up another song. Discarded and forgotten now by everyone as Beauty makes her way through the crowd to the door. As the woman closes the door behind them, in the hall she strokes Beauty's cheek lightly and says, "Not only a vision of beauty, but also the voice of an angel" She kisses Beauty and leads her on down the hall.

They start their journey once again down the hall. Lucy pointing out certain doors Beauty must know about. Her lover, now tour guide, explaining the functionality of each room, starting with the one they just left.

"That is the grand hall where parties for those worthy to be in the same room with the goddess attend." Pointing she continues, "And over here, are some conference rooms and function rooms for guests to use."

Beauty makes mental notes of these rooms wondering if she will see them again. Looking at Lucy and then up ahead, "And up ahead?"

Almost to the end of the hallway, Beauty could see a pair of big golden doors just in front of them. She walks faster to approach it to get a good look at it. "No don't!" She grabs Beauty's arm to keep her from opening the doors. "You are not ready to see that room yet."

Beauty stops and frowns at the interference. She feels something much like what she felt in the music room just a few minutes before. Something, compelling and irresistible to Beauty, a need to enter the room fills Beauty. After a moment, Beauty remembers her orders from the goddess and nods to Lucinda, letting her turn her away from the doors. "What's beyond those doors? Please tell me."

"The great temple." Lucy offers in hopes that would for now quench her curiosity.

Beauty feels a tingle inside of her, like fingers beckoning her. She looks back at the golden doors and with a small sigh allows Lucy to lead her back to her room. At her door, Beauty looks to her bed and at Lucy with a smile. She licks her lips and says in a sultry voice as her hand caress Lucy's flesh, "Join me?"

Lucy moans softly and moves into Beauty and her inviting touch. Kissing her deeply before replying Lucy says quietly, "Perhaps next time lover, you need your beauty rest." She smiles and with a final kiss leaves.

Beauty waits until the hallway in clear and goes to the temple. The calling inside her growing stronger with each step closer she comes, her speed increases until she is running. Reaching the doors Beauty's moves and caresses them, loving and worshipping them, her mind consumed with need and desire. Without a backward glance, Beauty opens the doors and enters the temple.

The temple room is huge, much larger than the hall had been. Her eyes light up as she scans it. She knows she should not be here but she has to be. The room itself is softly lit with candles along the walls. The glow gives a surreal like quality to the room. There is a feeling of peace and tranquility. Beauty sneaks to a pillar to hide behind it when she hears the door open. She thinks it is someone coming after her. Waiting for a minute or two, her eyes and mouth closed so she will not be tempted to give herself away. She hears the door open again and waits to make sure it is safe. Not being found, she steps into the light once again to see the fine altar of her goddess.

A voice seems to whisper inside her head as Beauty walks forward. It calls to her, calling out her name. She inches forward slowly like a frightened child. She is excited and scared all in one feeling. As she approaches, the altar rises into view and the voice goes from a lulling to a commanding one.

"Beauty...oh Beauty." she hears a whisper. "Come to me."

She turns to look and then refocuses on the altar making her way to it. Without a thought, she knows she must lie upon it. Beauty gets up and lies down on the golden altar on her back. The whispering voice telling beauty, showing her in a vision, what she would be as the high priestess of the goddess. Beauty's hands roam her body as one hand plays with her nipple and the other buried between her legs thinking that her goddess will be watching her being pleasured. She hears the doors open with a loud bang and freezes in position. She feels the passion leave instead is replaced with dread like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Beauty at that moment feels alone.

A voice breaks through her darkness. "Beauty. Miss Beauty." It is a male voice.

Looking up Beauty sees a male servant that her parents employ. Blinking, she rubs her eyes to find she is at home in her old room again. She looks at her arms and hands in horror and shock, her eyes not believing what they are seeing. Beauty gets up and hurries to the floor length mirror by her dressing table and stares in horror at her pale body and flowing hair. "Oh my god... no... no..." She says sinking to the floor her hands holding her head. "Where did it all go?" she says with tears flowing as her mind tries to come to grips that it was nothing but a dream.