“The two gods strode to the center of the great open chamber. With sky as its roof, Re sent his rays to crown each in an aura of light. Ba’al’s eyes locked on to my mother, Satis. She stood before them returning at first Ba’al’s stare. Then she and Asherah locked gazes and their lips formed in beautiful smiles.
“Satis wore fine linen dyed in the colors of the desert tribes of the Nile River. Colors of red with gold graced her body. Soft winds blew through the colossal throne room lifting the fine fabric revealing her body in its magnificence. The war leader of the Oldest of the Old stood close enough to her visitors that when the wind lifted her scented hair it mingled with that of Ba’al and Asherah’s. My father seemed suddenly impotent to me in that moment. Yet Akan’s powers were apparent in the massive body with gold hair like my own to his waist. He still carried his blade at his side.
“He starred at Asherah with a mixture of male arousal and anger. Your mother drew close to him and then placed a hand to his massive chest. The rise and fall of it indicated his deep breathing and uncontrolled arousal in anticipation of what was to come next. Leaning close to his lips, she drew the breath from him. Those near them felt the quickening of Akan’s arousal and the scent of the quickening cock. The lust was apparent in his face but so was the hate. I stared in disbelief at the boldness of your mother. Asherah openly challenged my mother by demonstrating her will over Satis’s consort. I knew that mingled with the hate my mother also felt deep admiration. She stared into in the face of supreme boldness.
“The Teacher Ba’al stood at Asherah’s side but never took his eyes from my mother. Surrounded by our warriors Asherah and Ba’al felt no fear, there was no need in them to alter the calm. They appeared at our court that day as the gods they were.
“Asherah was more beautiful than our Teachers described. With fighting sword at her hips, Asherah’s legs were draped in the indigo fabric matching Ba’al’s loincloth. Her auburn hair hung in big curls to her waist, her exquisite face much like yours, held large honey brown eyes. Asherah’s body was smooth and powerful. I can still remember my father inhaling deeply the scent of her as she strolled into the open air chamber.” – Maha