Chikrashur feels the feminine power of the Goddess Anahita

Thanks to Asura Mahisha (Musclasura) for the Hindu mythology.

The following story contains descriptions of sex and violence. If this offends you or if you are under the legal age of consent in your country do not read on. Any other likeness to anyone dead or alive or fictional is purely coincidental.

(c) JIM P 2012

“This appears to be a previously unknown part of the tale of Durga versus Mahishasura from the Temple of Anahita”

Decoded by Lord Gerald Symthe-Jones 1876. Embellished by Jimp

Chikrashur looked out across the Vindhya Mountains bathing in the rays of the rising sun. He knew that he looked magnificent with his gleaming armour on his mighty chest that was as big as a barrel and twice as hard. His battle leathers were tight on his powerful arms and legs, stained with the blood of the thousands he had slain in the conquest of the universe. The battle helm upon his head was forged from molten metal poured over skulls of tortured victims. Pride of place was his luxuriant moustache, thick and black, he could see them on his cheek protruding proudly a great distance on either side. He pretended not to notice the admiring glances of the young human as she prostrated before him. Maybe he would take her, plant his seed inside her. It had been tens of thousands of years since the gods had forged these creatures in their image from base animals to serve them. They had been sterile then with a lifespan of only a few thousand years. That was until the great demon Mahisha had played a great joke. He gave the humans the ability to procreate and laughed as the gods became alarmed as they spread like vermin over Kamaloka, the world of desire. Mahishasura had foreseen this and had put a safeguard to greatly shorten their meaningless lives but his gift had given the demons another use for human women. The girl might die during his exertions, so be it. After all, few human women could take a demon inside them and live.

The sight and sound of his mighty army assembling turned his thoughts to the challenge ahead. On this day, Chikrashur would prove himself the greatest of Mahishasura’s generals. For this day, he would capture the warrior Goddess Anahita and deliver her, bound and tied, to the feet of his master. The fearsome Mahisha had the strength of a buffalo and liked to show it. The three worlds had trembled under the strength of his penances until Lord Brahma granted him a boon. Mahisha asked for immortality but the lord told him that every creature that was born had to die. So he asked that no man should be able to kill him and this was granted. Now that he was invincible, Mahisha and the other asuras began a reign of terror, hurting and killing people mercilessly, even conquering the Gods themselves. Out of their despair and depression was born Anahita, a divine lady carrying a weapon from the Gods in each of her thousand arms.

Anahita, who some call Chandika, Chandi, Kali, Ambika and Maa Durga amongst many names. The brothers, Chand and Mund saw her near the Vindhya Mountain and were stunned by her divine beauty. They had never seen such a beautiful woman in their life. This they told this to Mahishasura who desired her for his own. He had instructed Dundubhi to go and fetch the Goddess. Dundubhi went to her and boasted about Mahishasura’s might and power but she rebuffed him stating “a curse has been placed upon me so that I can only unite with a man who can defeat me in battle”. Thinking that her conquest would be simple, the invincible Mahisha had brought the strength of his army here and charged Chikrashur to bring the Goddess before him.

Chikrashur proceeded, driving a huge army before him. Lord Brahma instructed her to use armour to protect herself. The Goddess refused saying “No demon can stand before me in a battle”. Anahita looked magnificent as she stood in radiant countenance, two heads or more taller than the tallest man. Beautiful and wearing no protection, she demonstrated her mastery of weapons, cutting a bloody swathe with her swords while casting a rain of arrows, a torrent of spears and smashing skulls with her war hammer. Around her, fought ferocious human female warriors alongside the Supervisors, the race created by Anahita to control the humans. With many arms and legs, did she render slaughter, all the time smiling and laughing whilst dancing with a simple elegance. A leg raised here, bent inwards across the knee as she cut down a battalion here. A shake of the head from side to side then flowing into an elegant pose there, as she defeated those sent against her easily and playfully. Chikrashur drove his troops against her, but one by one she slayed all of the mighty soldiers in the field. Soon, the battlefield reeked with bodies of the dead, and the rivers flowed with blood.

So it was that Chikrashur himself came before the Goddess, both in their two-armed form. “Are you all alone, little one?” Anahita asked with sarcasm, a smile upon her face. The demon stared with growing desire at the beautiful creature before him. Extremely tall and powerfully built, she wore shiny black leather riding boots up to and just over her knees. Her heels were so high that it made her tower well above him. Her upper thighs were bare and intimidating. Twice as thick as a man’s head, they swelled with huge powerful shaped muscle that made even he feel uneasy. A small leather bodice barely covered her upper body, cut high over her broad hips and so narrow over each breast that it did not hide their magnificence. For her breasts were large and full, sitting firmly on her chest stirring strong desire in any man. Her arms were also bare, thick and writhing with strength. Gloved hands were on her hips, spreading her broad deep shoulders wide and confronting him with a smile as his eyes drunk in her impressive body. She had arms and legs that looked as strong as a powerful man, maybe even as big as his. Yet they were not a man’s limbs. They radiated a strange alluring feminine strength of their own. Her figure was undeniably female with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and out again to her hips. Most feminine of all was her large firm perfect breasts. The strange mixture of a warrior’s strength and a woman’s allure caused Chikrashur to desire her for himself. “Yield Anahita. For I am the greatest sword master and I wish to sheave the sword in my trousers inside you” he said. “The only sword I yield is this one which I will sheave inside your body” she replied drawing the weapon from her side.

Dark sultry eyes bore into Chikrashur’s soul with such a strong allure that it inflamed his desire. He had never seen such beautiful sexy eyes before, so full of promise and untold pleasure. Her nose was long and slender with a small pouting mouth set in a small but slender face of elegant proportions. Her long black hair was arranged in a pile on top of her head then fell down the length of her back. His eyes began to follow the hilt of her sword as she drew it in front of her chest, but they lingered with longing at the shape of her large rounded orbs so firm and lusty. “Come dance with me demon” she almost purred the words like a tigress as she brought the sword vertically before her held at the hilt with both hands. Her alluring eyes burned into him from either side of the blade with a perfect well-formed breast behind at either side. He was confident that he could beat her without killing her, yet his eyes fell to her fearsome thighs. A big deep slab of muscle swelled out from above her knee, countered by a large teardrop shape on the inside. Between these, swept a thick slab of muscle from the top of her legs. He had never seen legs as powerful as these on any woman and he doubted few men were as large either. Their very sight caused Chikrashur to feel an unfamiliar sense of unease yet at the same they were so smooth, feminine and sensually charged that his lingam rose to salute her. “Is that a sword in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?” the Goddess said with a saucy smile and a humorous tone.

“I do not wish to harm you” Chikrashur told her, knowing that Mahishasura would be angry if he killed her. “Then die” the Goddess told him. Her sword swept down in a sudden blur. Chikrashur had been so enamoured of her beauty and impressive body that he barely managed to bring his own blade up to stop her slicing him down the middle. He gazed in awe at the thick muscled arms and wide corded forearms of his opponent as he parried blow after blow. While the demon struggled to defend himself, the Goddess danced lightly on her feet while hammering the attack. Anahita’s biceps swelled and bulged as thick as mountain peaks as she pressed her assault. Bright sparks flew from their blades as they clashed and the sound of steel upon steel echoed through the mountains.