The Priestess and the Thief Kindred Tales 30 - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,62
part and open to show her slippery pink inner folds. Elli bit back a moan as she felt her secret spot throbbing—almost begging for attention, as Roke went on carefully stroking and massaging only her outer pussy, even though her sex had now bloomed like a flower begging for the sun.
“Roke,” she heard herself saying, though she knew she shouldn’t. “Maybe…maybe we’d better do a little more. I mean, we wouldn’t want anyone to…to say we weren’t Mirroring correctly and get offended, right?”
“If you think it’s necessary, sweetheart.” He looked up at her, his dark eyes half-lidded. “Would you like me to wash your inner folds as well?”
“Yes,” Elli whispered. “Maybe…maybe you should.”
“As my Lady wishes,” he said again and then his long, clever fingers were slipping into her swollen inner folds and circling around and around her secret spot—just where Elli longed to feel him touching her.
“Oh!” she moaned, throwing her head back and bucking her hips with pleasure. “Oh, Roke! That feels so good. Please…keep washing me!”
“Of course, little priestess,” he rumbled. “I’ll keep washing your soft little cunt as long as you want me to.”
As he spoke, he was circling her secret spot—her “Goddess pearl” as he had called it earlier. Around and around he stroked, sliding delicately over her most sensitive area and sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through Elli’s entire body.
Had she thought that touching herself felt good? Well, it felt even better to let Roke touch her. Maybe it was because of the element of surprise—she didn’t know where or how he would touch her next—she only knew it would feel incredible.
“Roke,” she moaned, bucking her hips. “Oh Goddess, Roke!”
Just then she felt something new. As he circled her aching secret spot with his fingertips, two other fingers had found the entrance to her honey well and were pressing inward lightly.
Elli looked down at him uncertainly.
“Roke?” she asked, making his name a question.
“Do you wish me to wash inside you, little priestess?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “Just the once—so you can feel what it’s like to be filled?”
“Oh…” Elli nibbled her lower lip. “I…I don’t know if we should.”
“The Crown Prince and his bathing companion are,” he pointed out. “But if you’d rather I didn’t—”
He started to withdraw his other hand but Elli stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
“No, wait! I…” She swallowed hard. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to try it just…just the once. As long as you promise to stop if I ask you to?”
“Of course.” Roke gave her a gentle smile. “I’ll never hurt you, sweetheart—never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“As my Lady wishes,” he growled for a third time. And then Elli felt two long, thick fingers sliding deeply into her tight virgin well.
“Oh!” she moaned, throwing her head back at the surprising sensation. “Oh, Roke, it feels…it feels good.”
“You like to be filled, sweetheart?” he murmured as his long fingers touched bottom inside her. “You like the feeling of your little pussy being so full?”
“I…I do,” Elli admitted breathlessly. “I probably shouldn’t but it feels…feels really good, Roke.” She was leaning back on her elbows now, head thrown back in pleasure as she reveled in the feeling of being filled for the very first time.
“Of course it feels good, sweetheart. I told you the Goddess built this part of you for pleasure.” He stroked gently in and out of her with his long fingers while he continued to circle her secret spot with his thumb.
“Oh…oh!” Elli moaned. She was writhing all over the place, bucking her hips, helpless to stop the pleasure that was building inside her. The wire in her belly was back, twisting tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment…
“And now I believe we ought to switch, my dear,” the Crown Prince remarked, his voice breaking through her building pleasure.
Panting, Elli looked up to see that the noblewoman the Prince had been pleasuring was slipping back into the steaming water and His Majesty was taking her place on the edge of the pool.
“Now then, my dear—wash me,” he told her, pulling his loincloth to one side to reveal a stubby, dark blue member which looked more like a grubby finger than a shaft—at least to Elli’s untrained eyes.
Roke had stopped touching her and had withdrawn his hands. Now he looked at her with eyebrows raised.
“Ellilah?” he asked, making her name a question. “Do you want to—”