After Nicoletta surveyed the room, she slowly braced herself with her arms and raised to a sitting position, her left leg still lying on the alter while her right leg was bent and the right foot braced against the top of the altar. She found that she could clearly see everything in the dark room, down to the lines of sweat beading on the bodies of the people in the room. Her head turned slowly to the Priestess, the only one still clad in her robe, although her hood was now down and her head bowed in a respectful difference.
Nicoletta raised her hand slowly to caress the side of the Priestess' face. The woman raised her head instinctively, her soft eyes so deep blue they almost bordered on purple. Their eyes meet as Nicoletta used her free hand to slowly remove the robe, her hand gliding against the firm, soft flesh of the Priestess. As the robe fell to the floor, Nicoletta slowly pulled the Priestess on top of her. Nicoletta's right hand caressed the strong back and bottom of the woman on her as Nicoletta's left hand stroked her cheek and played with her satiny and short black hair done in a sexy shaggy cut. “What is your name, love?” Nicoletta whispered so that only the Priestess could hear.
“Amber, my lord,” she replied, tilting her head down so that her face could not be seen.
Nicoletta, if that was who she was now...she felt so...alive now, as if she could sense and control every nerve within her body...and she felt a strength and confidence she never had before. While she was by no means unpopular or without a willing lover or two, she was never this brazen before. She took her left hand, placing it under Amber's chin and slowly lifting Amber's head so Nicoletta could gaze into Amber's dark eyes. Nicoletta's voice softly vibrated as she whispered again to the Priestess, “I name you Aosoth, my guide and protector while I am here...if you will accept the title...and all that goes with it...”
Amber smiled then, a few joyful tears collecting in her eyes. “Of course, my lord.”
With that, Nicoletta drew the Priestess close to her so their bodies fully intertwined. The women's slender legs and heaving chests slithered and pushed against each other as their hands and mouths delicately danced across each other's forms to the sounds of the other worshipers in various stages of erotic and sensual enrapture. Nicoletta cupped Amber's face in her hands, kissing each tear from her cheek as she shifted her legs so the moist openings of the two women kissed and merged as well. As they met, Nicoletta gathered the Priestess into her arms, burying Amber's tanned body into her own as they coupled again and again on the alter.
Their romantic union was finally broken when Amber gasped softly, “No more, my lord...please...” Nicoletta smiled as she held the young girl in her arms as they drifted into sleep...
And Nicoletta awoke to find herself naked and sweat-soaked in her bed, alone, with her alarm blaring at her to get up for work.
(Author's Note: According to some mythologies, "Aosoth" is the dark female force in the pantheon of the Order of the Nine Angels; she is a worker of both passion and death, making her ideal as both lover and protector of our protagonist.) |