Thread: Sating the New Goddess

Reneah tried to relax as the two others surrounded her and slowly removed her gowns. She had grown up with handmaids who helped prepare her dresses for the day, especially for formal events where she had to appear at her father's table like wares on display. But the soft, intimate caresses that Baniel and Cassidi shared as her skin was revealed was different from the gossip chatter she heard from her maids while they went about dressing her in a business-like manner. Their touches sent soft chills down her body, while she stood as still as she could until the process was finished. She was even more amazed as the two doffed their own robes, took her hands, and led her as together they waded into the wide pool. Reneah's castle baths had usually been luke warm affairs, with water hustled up in large buckets from the kitchen stoves. By the time enough had been warmed, hauled up to her room, and dumped into her bathtub, the water was already starting to cool. She had read an account of hot springs in Cholitcali, praised in a poem for their soothing and medicinal effects, but she had never experienced it. The reality was many times more wonderful than she had imagined. Reneah found herself sighing aloud as streams of hot water dribbled from the accolytes' cupped hands onto her shoulders and down her body. Their hands soon followed their skin itself warmed by contact with the water, felt entrancing as they caressed her body with such delicate skill. If I were a cat, I'd be purring, the princess thought, her eyes closed and neck drooping weakly from the power of sensation. Soon she felt the other two closing against her from either side. She felt wrapped in a delicious warm blanket of human, female flesh. Thighs slid against her thighs, breasts pressed into the sides of her own. Reneah's breath deepened, and part of her wondered if she would be overwhelmed by such sensations. That sense of succumbing to something too strong to be resisted only intensified as Baniel's fingers infiltrated down her belly, between her thighs, and against her most private region. Reneah gasped, and almost couldn't concentrate on the accolytes words. From her earliest education, the nuns had described such touches as sinful, as temptations of the most evil demons who would flay your flesh throughout eternity. If this was her flesh being flayed, Reneah could not have much fear of eternal punishment! It was indescribably wonderful. From her other side, she felt Cassidi's fingers playing with her breasts, inflaming her nipples with entrancing touches. Reneah's eyes were closed and her mouth partly open as her breath became a collection of sighs. Adding to her chills were the two girls' words of... warning? A warning of insatiable desires, of the Goddess taking her as both woman and man. While Reneah's sheltered life had not exposed her to all the mysteries of sex, in this age even the castle was not that far removed from the stable. She knew of the mating of animals, and from the giggles and saucy talk of her maids that the joining of husband and wife involved similar physicality. Romantic poetry she read and studied also suggested such intimacy as part of romance, although subtly. Through her haze of pleasure, Reneah was seeing a vision of the Goddess Cerrinth loving her as a fellow woman, and also as her husband, strange as that sounded, and at the same time. Was this as complicated as the Christian god of her nun teachers, she tried to relate who was both god, man, and spirit, both separately and at the same time? She had never really understood that concept, but now she sensed Cerrinth would teach her Her mysteries directly. And if it promised anything like the feelings the two companions were drawing from her, Reneah was more than ready. Ohh, Goddess! she sighed. I may break before I ever see Cirrinth from your touches! My... friends... have mercy on me! She felt as if her body was mounting some hill, some mountain of rising sensation, building to an unknown conclusion... She managed to open her eyes and look over to Baniel, her arms going around the waists of both women, as if to support her weakness. Will... can... we still be... together, after I am... submitted to the Goddess? she breathed heavily, her question full of hope and longing.