Steve Fassette (author)

It started to vibrate.

It was speaking in low, modulating tones in a language Brendan could not understand yet it 
filled him with fear. Hemetra began to work on him even more enthusiastically, draining him of 
each wave of fear and anxiety that washed over him with her vacuum of a mouth. The men below were 
prostrate now, chanting. Brendan needed a release. His balls were aching even though the rest of 
his body was convulsing in orgasm. If he didn't ejaculate soon, he was going to burst.

Suddenly, his body levitated rapidly through the tip of a pyramid. He and Hemetra were being 
carried by a large bird. With each flap of its wings, Hemetra's mouth dragged on Brendan's penis, 
flickering her tongue over its head when the bird glided. It flew high over the winding Nile, 
the whipping wind making it hard to breathe. The pain in Brendan's balls had now spread throughout 
his body. He didn't known how much more he could take. Then he felt the familiar surge of release 
travel up his penis. The bird dropped him. Stream after stream of ejaculate spurted from his dick, 
carried away with the wind. Brendan's body jerked through spasm after spasm as it picked up speed 
in its descent. His stomach was in his throat and he could no longer breathe. He stop fighting 
for breath. He no longer feared death.

The splash into the Nile felt like a basball bat to the shoulder blades. As he sank, a voice told 
him to, "Inhale and end it." Brendan obeyed. The water slammed into the back of his throat like a 
fist. Brendan found himself in Lois' bedroom gasping for air in the same upright position he had 
started.

"We went back to the temple!" Lois exclaimed with Brendan's ejaculate dribbling down her chin. The 
sight disgusted him. When Lois realized Brendan was having trouble understanding her, she put her 
teeth in, which disgusted him even more.

"Did you see?! History has us worshiping dumb idols. He was ALIVE Brendan! We witnessed it. Now 
do you see why this is so important?" Brendan was feeling confused and nauseous. He had to get out 
of there.

"Excuse me," he said before running back to his room. He needed solitude. He needed some peace and 
quiet to think and process.

He rocked back and forth on the edge of his bed. Too many questions were slamming around in his 
brain. He had to focus. He no longer believed this was just a gypsy scam. He was in that temple with 
Hemetra; that was no drug induced dream. His body began to shake as he relived the experience. Lois 
was right. That was no dumb idol. Its' unintelligible utterings shook Brendan to his core. He wasn't 
a religious man but he was convinced that the presence emanating from that statue encompassed the 
universe. Lois may be right about the knowledge we lost, but some knowledge, Brendan believed, 
needed to stay buried.

Brendan couldn't stop rocking. He had to find a way out of this. He couldn't go back to that temple.

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