Year of the Inner Goddess

August 2025

The Moon Goddess adored her dominion. True, it lacked the gaudy radiance of Helios’s charge, no ripening harvests, no scampering children dancing on beaches, but the night was hers sovereign province. The hush of cashmere shadows, the soft pads of prowling beasts, the sacred hour of secrets and of lovers, it belonged to her, and to her alone. She reigned from her lunar throne, her court of glittering stars flickering with mischief, those ceaseless gossips sending one another quivering messages across the darkened sea of sky.

She chuckled, for they offered her every morsel of mortal folly, every sigh of immortal indulgence, and she drank of it as though it were nectar. And so, upon this particular night, as she made her slow, unbound quest across the sky, her gaze was snared by the glow spilling from a pair of great French windows, tall, breath-fogged panes through which she spied four mortals. The sight drew her spine into a sharper poise, her long, lacquered nail grazing her lip with languid deliberation.

Within, the tableau unfolded: Silver, his body gleaming with sculpted strength, stood behind the jewel-haired Sapphire, unwinding the noir wrap with sensuous care. Once, twice, thrice, the black ribbons at last slithered to the floor, revealing the generous expanse of her bosom. Across the chamber, Bronze, every line of him honed with quiet power, pressed his lips to Raven, the dusky midnight of her hair a dark halo around her beauty, their mouths meeting in tender curiosity even as their hands wandered with soft insistence.

The Moon Goddess leaned forward, intrigued. There was no rivalry here, no petty envy, only hedonism, only the exquisite weaving of desire. Clothing slipped away piece by piece, the mortals stepping unabashed into the night’s embrace. How unlike the day, where humans scurried from heat, curtains drawn, bodies hidden! Here, beneath her dominion, they flourished naked, vulnerable, radiant.

The four gathered upon a great bed. The men reclined against the plush headboard. Raven, an audacious queen, knelt between the Bronze man’s parted thighs. Her lips and throat worshiped with shameless reverence, licking, swallowing, devouring, her dark hair flowing over Bronze’s taut abdomen and coiled legs, while Sapphire mirrored her art, her curls dancing across Silver’s thigh as she engulfed him with a velvet mouth. Slippery, sinful sounds filled the air, punctuated by the men’s groans, low, throaty music that made the Moon Goddess’s own toes curl.

Bronze’s great body tightened, trembling, his hands clutching at the coverlet, eyes rolled back, chin tilted to the heavens. Raven, transformed into a bewitching priestess, drew him to the brink not once, but twice, thrice, smiling each time as she denied him. Beside her, Sapphire’s throat strained with effort, her hand flying in fevered rhythm, learning, mimicking, aching to match Raven’s mastery.

The Moon Goddess nearly laughed aloud at the star that flickered impishly for her attention, diverting her momentarily, but when she turned back, her breath caught, for now the women reclined upon their backs, bosoms heaving and thighs parted, the men bent over them in worshipful devotion. Tongues, thick and wet, circled, delved, probed for pearls of delight. Sapphire clawed, Raven arched, their moans rising to the confabulating stars, their warbling bliss a hymn that rippled through the very heavens.

The chamber grew thick with heat, and the Moon Goddess tsked at the audacious zeal with which Helios had performed his duties. The four mortals panted, drawing deep, shuddering breaths, pausing only to wet their lips and settle the rhythm of their desire. 

And then the men entered them at last, thick lengths sheathed, plunging, retreating, plunging again, each stroke summoning cries that soared skyward, each moan blooming like a starburst of gossamer ecstasy. The Moon Goddess swayed upon her throne, her own power rising in resonance, a silver tide of delight that undulated across the night.

Then the scene shifted, Silver guided Sapphire away from the main room, slipping into an adjoining chamber. At first, the Moon Goddess frowned; it was but a closet, pristine garments hanging in immaculate order. Yet Sapphire dropped to her knees before a towering mirror, presenting herself like an offering. She lowered her shoulders to the creamy carpet, her lustrous curls cascading, her hips raised high in temerarious want. Silver seized her with fierce possession, his nails biting into her tender hips as he drove into her with merciless rhythm. Her back strained, her buttocks quivered, her moans blurred into the chamber’s mirrored reflections until even the Moon Goddess herself bit her lip in awe.

Meanwhile, the others paused, water trailing over parted lips, sliding down their throats as their chests caught the sheen of exertion and desire. The Moon Goddess sipped her own nectar in playful mimicry; her theatre of pleasure flourished in the cooling night, pulsing, electric, and intoxicating.

The presumed couples reunited, embracing, sighs of affection spilling between them. Silver and Raven moved with the easy intimacy of years entwined, a familiarity weaving through their shared communion. Bronze and Sapphire rekindled their flame, young love ignited in yearning murmurs and rumbling growls. Sapphire raked her nails down his back, leaving molten trails, each mark a whispered vow, a silent pledge of the delights that awaited them in the privacy of his dwelling.

Raven reclined on the bed as though an Egyptian queen, her dark tresses spilling like ink across the pillows, commanding with imperious grace that the two men devote their joined fervor to the other woman. Sapphire, lithe as a pantheress, poised on her knees before Silver, her lips parted, tongue darting to wet them as she eyed the slick monolith of his glory, glistening with oil and quivering in anticipation. At that very moment, Bronze seized her from behind, his grip punishing at her hips, driving her into madness as she rocked between them. Though her throat was gorged with Silver’s iron, her cries grew feral, the primal sounds of a creature undone, her body quaking as if it must shatter beneath such double worship.

The Moon Goddess shivered, biting at her pale thumb in anticipation. The sight was too intoxicating: Silver’s muscles taut with trembling restraint, Bronze panting, his hips slamming harder, lost in animal devotion. At last, Sapphire ruptured, her cry a sharp canticle that pierced the stratosphere, and with her release, Bronze too broke, his climax pouring forth in shuddering torrents of molten ecstasy.

With an imperious curl of her fingers, Raven beckoned and gathered Bronze against her, until he spooned her soft form with his nearly spent body. The Moon Goddess could not tear her eyes away; her breath staggered. For Silver was not yet finished. His hands guided Sapphire’s thighs high, her knees pressing against her shoulders, folding her in salacious abandon. As his demonic rhythm began, her petite body arched like one possessed, each orgasm tearing through her in relentless, shivering waves until her nectar glistened along her thighs. She writhed like a creature undone, rapture scorching every nerve, her mind fracturing as her body answered the summons of a desire as old as time.

Withdrawing and wrenching himself back a pace, Silver, seated back upon his heels, clutched at his throbbing length, stroking with seething urgency. His crown deepened to a bruised aubergine, pulsing with a fevered heat that seemed to echo through every fiber of his body, as though the stars themselves paused in rapt attention to his mounting frenzy. Still recumbent beneath him, Sapphire undulated, her fingers sliding brazenly into her swollen sanctuary, extending her pleasure with wicked abandon, her gasps feeding the room’s electric haze.

The Moon Goddess herself dared not blink as the air thickened, time suspended, until at last it came. Silver erupted with the violence of lightning. Rope after rope burst forth as though his very soul poured from his body, his eruption shaking through every fiber, every vein, every curling digit. The Moon Goddess let out a long sigh, only then realizing how tightly she had held her own breath.

She nearly swooned at the triumph that flooded both women, their delight spilling like rare wine, a heady Dionysian hum echoing across mortal and divine realms alike

At last, they collapsed together in a tangled melody of disorder, their laughter soft and unburdened. Lemon bars and chocolate appeared between them, shared in gentle confluence, as though the storm of carnality had been but a prelude to fellowship.

The Moon Goddess beamed her radiance, brightening until it bathed the land below. Truly, she had chosen this window well, for what realm could rival the night, the writhing bodies, the chorus of sighs as mortals surrendered themselves to sacred abandon? How delicious their fleeting ardors appeared from her perch above, each gasp an anthem, each shiver a prayer offered unwittingly to her.

Her long lashes trembled, and with a silvery sigh, she pressed onward, a voyeuristic huntress gliding across the firmament. Yet her glow lingered where desire burned brightest, as though she might drink it in. Always in pursuit, ever yearning for debaucheries still more wondrous, the Moon Goddess drifted, not sated but sharpened, hungry for the next revelation of mortal ecstasy.

Until next time, XO. Elsie