The Silver Chain - Cutting Room Floor

There is sometimes a thing or two that I might initially put in a story but later decide to take out. The second of my Wildling stories is called The Silver Chain, and it concerns Princess Melody. The section "Plaything of the Gods" deals with a lot of the sexual aspect of mythology - I'm not sure I can articulate it properly, but the confluence of sexuality and sex and enlightenment and madness is something I find deeply fascinating. This section, which I've left out of the final text, shows a part of Melody's symbolic journey as a pantheon of beautiful goddesses make her their toy - it shows how she becomes entirely their creature before becoming who she truly is, and lets us find out a little bit about Melody. In the first book, Melody is only mentioned. In this story, she and the witch Alura are the main characters.
Anyway, I'm rambling. Here is the section, featuring Melody and a Goddess of the Hunt:

Rough hands took her arms and tore her from the tree. Thorns scratched and clawed at her as she fell, the wind whipping her hair. The world moved sharply into focus - a huntress, garbed in leather, grappled with her as she fell through stars and into unending night. The woman pulled at the matted hair of the hunter goddess, feeling her fight back against her as they fell. The huntress pulled at the woman’s chain, but she felt no pain. She grinned, her fingers curling into the seams of the huntress’ leathers and rending them apart. The hunter-goddess sneered at her, struggling as the woman’s legs wrapped around her thighs and her hands worked deftly to shred her primitive leathers and touch the toned skin beneath. Baring a breast, the woman dove on her opponent, nipping and sucking at her as they fell, heedless of the howling endless wind that battered them. She held the struggling goddess closer, feeling her resistance and desire to dominate, to conquer, slowly ebb away from her. The huntress’s muscles relaxed and the woman smiled, yelling with triumph into the nothing that was everywhere around them. Slowly she inched her way up the huntress’s body, forcing her caged sex onto her opponent’s face and feeling her lap reluctantly at first but with increasing eagerness at her wet swollen lips.

She tore the huntress’s jerkin open, running sharp fingernails over her conquered body as her opponent’s tongue drew itself along the lines of her folds before venturing timidly inside her sex. She was Desire, she was Need, Intimacy. She had passed beyond the need for control. The huntress’s eager breath rushed hot against her body, and she was intoxicated by it. The woman took her opponent’s hair in her fists and drew her in closer, pressing her face hard into her sex.

She could  not say whether her climax was fired by the tender movements of the huntress’s careful tongue or from the act of conquering her. They fell, and as they fell the woman reached out ...

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There was a night-goddess, with skin of midnight blue and moon-pale eyes. Her hair shone like the Northern Lights as it fell down to her waist and she came upon the Woman like a shadow, kneeling behind her as her hands worked their way up her naked body. The Woman surrendered to her completely, feeling her hands teasing her, prying her apart and kissing her inner self beneath the tranquil cool blanket of the night. She lay naked on soft cool ground and the night-goddess covered her in starlight, whispering secrets in her ear that she would never remember while the Sun hung in the sky. The woman lay beneath the goddess she did not know, wrapping a hand tightly around each midnight blue leg as she gave herself to the night. Her lover’s hair flickered as she threw back her head - her moans were the wind softly blowing through a leafy glade.