Bella let out another long, languid sigh, as if imagining the joys to be had after the Maran game, and Teesia couldn’t hold back a shiver. Her pussy wept with curiosity and anticipation.
“Now, though,” Bella said, sitting up, “we must make you clean and tidy for your husband.”
Teesia sat up, as well, going a bit rigid. “Clean? I am quite clean already, thank you.”
But Bella only laughed, then walked to the large wooden door, opening it wide. “Bring it in,” she said to someone outside, and Teesia watched as four strapping young men who worked about the fortress carried in one of the rare and valuable bathing tubs from the Before Times. She noticed it was the grandest of those in the fort—a crisp white with shiny, curling brass legs.
“There is more to this tidying than you know,” Bella said with a conspiratorial wink in her direction as the boys began filling the tub with ewers of hot water. Bella sprinkled in red rose petals to scent it as the surface slowly began to rise.
“What do you mean?”
Just then, Donnell, a particularly attractive young man who, it was rumored, hadonce fancied Maven, entered carrying a smaller round tub, which was soon filled with water as well.
Finally, when the boys departed, Bella instructed her to stand up and shed her dress of soft, thin leather. She’d never had occasion to disrobe in front of Bella before, and as the dress dropped to her feet, her nipples tightened, her pussy tingling softly. Perhaps it was the warm gleam in Bella’s gaze as she boldly perused Teesia’s curvesthat caused the unexpected response.
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Teesia swallowed around the sudden lump of nervousness in her throat and said, “Well, what do you think? Will Ralen like my body?”
Bella’s smile, like her movements, reminded Teesia of a sensuous cat. “Oh yes, my sweet girl, he shall be very happy when he sets his eyes on those lovely round breasts with their pretty pink points.” Bella moved closer to her then, kneeling beside her andreaching to smooth a gentle palm down over Teesia’s bare stomach. “And such soft, flawless skin and ripe curves.”
When Bella tenderly cupped her pussy, Teesia flinched.
“And this,” Bella said, “this he shall love wildly, but he will love it even better after we have put it on display for him.”
Teesia blinked, taken aback, her cunt grown warm in Bella’s hand as she looked down on her. “On display? What do you mean?” She wondered if she would leave Bella’s palm wet.
Pulling her hand away, Bella reached for a woven sack next to the bed. Dyed thesame green as her gown, Teesia had not even seen her friend carry it in. From inside, she extracted a valuable antique jar of clear glass filled with a bluish paste.
When Bella uncapped it and began to use her fingers to smear the blue cream on Teesia’s thigh, she asked, “What are you doing? What is that?”
Bella’s cat’s smile returned. “You shall see, sweet girl, you shall see.”
Given the discussion they’d just had, she shouldn’t have been startled when Bella spread the paste not only up and down her legs, but also between them, covering the mound of her cunt. She hissed in her breath slightly as Bella rubbed it there, covering
the area thoroughly. Again, she wondered if the wetness from her slit would moisten her friend’s hand with something other than the blue ointment.
Some minutes later, Bella instructed her to step into the wooden tub Donnell had delivered, after which she used a sea sponge and water to begin rinsing the paste from Teesia’s legs. It was only when she removed the blue from between Teesia’s thighs that she realized what was happening—all the hair was gone! Teesia gasped at the sight of her bared pussy.
“Fear not, sweet girl,” Bella said, smiling up at her briefly before refocusing on her work below. “Ralen will be madly aroused by your hairless cunt.”
“But…why?”
Bella shrugged. “Who can say why certain things arouse us? But count yourself lucky. Only the wealthy can afford this, for it’s very expensive. And the naked flesh between your legs, my dear, is…mmm…very pleasing, indeed.”
Teesia thought Bella was overly thorough—rinsing and re-rinsing the area with sponge and water long after all traces of blue were gone and making the sensitive area feel swollen and tingly all over again. When her friend finally ceased, rising back to her feet, Teesia asked, “Do you use the cream, too?”
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Smiling, her friend reached down and pulled up the flowing green billows of her gown to reveal smooth legs and a bare cunt of her own. “Yes, my dear. Very expensive, but a luxury I indulge in.”
Teesia bit her lip, studying the other woman’s pussy. She’d never seen any other besides her own. Bella’s appeared fleshier, hints of pink peeking out from the center slit.
“Into the bath with you now,” Bella said, letting her dress fall.
As Bella carefully bathed her with another sponge, which she lathered with a thick square of soap made by the washer women, she spoke in soothing tones about relaxation being the key to sexual pleasure. “No boundaries, Teesia,” Bella said softly. “Relax and your boundaries will fall away. Relax and you will discover desires yet unknown to you. Open yourself to passion, to whatever feels good. Let your husband please you however he wishes—take joy not only in the acts themselves, but in the giving of them. Give back just as freely. Follow your instincts and urges, never push them down.” Teesia had let her eyes fall shut, and it made her all the more aware of the sensations as Bella’s sponge ran slowly over her breasts, curving down her stomach and between her thighs. She parted her legs, following the inclination, and let Bella thoroughly wash her there. “Hands, mouth, even skin—they are your tools of pleasure. And more than that, you will discover other tools—not of the flesh—which bring joy.”
This confused her, but she kept her eyes closed, trying to remain in her lulled stateof relaxation. “Tools not of the flesh?”
She sensed more than heard Bella’s soft titter of sensual laughter as she abandoned the sponge and began unbraiding Teesia’s waist-length hair. “It is not for me to tell youmore, really. It’s for your husband to teach you, if he chooses. But from what I’ve heard of Ralen, you may expect some …yes, some tools to come into your relationship. Yet trust me, sweet Teesia, when I say you need not fear them at all. It’s only a way to vary the pleasure, to take it deeper, with your husband’s help.”
Bella began pouring small pitchers of warm water over the length of Teesia’s hair, and somehow even that became a sensual experience—she was unusually aware of howher hair became weighted, how the weight pulled slightly at her scalp, making it tingle.
Bella washed her hair with slow, firm fingertips, massaging so deeply that Teesialet out a small moan at one point. Opening her eyes, she looked up at Bella, hovering over her, and they shared a smile.
When her hair was clean and rinsed, she wordlessly stood and stepped out onto a fur rug placed next to the bathing tub, waiting patiently as Bella slowly, thoroughly ran a drying cloth over her. Her entire body prickled with awareness as Bella drew her thin white nightgown over her head, then took her hand and led her to stand before the viewing glass mounted on the wall in her chamber.
Her nipples shone through, dark and pink, and the fading light of day made a shadow at the juncture of her thighs, even though it no longer shone dark with curls.
Bella brushed Teesia’s hair until it was nearly dry, then said, “Lie down on thebed.”
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“What now?” Teesia asked, lounging comfortably on her back.
Bella crawled up next to her on the fur bedcovering. “I’ve told you as much as I can about men and sex,” she said. “The only way to teach you more, sweet Teesia, is to show you.”
“Show me?” What did Bella mean?
A small smile played about her friend’s red lips, which always looked to Teesia as if perhaps they’d been stung by a bee—large and p
rettily swollen. “First, you must learnhow to kiss.”
With that, Bella leaned over, lifting one slender hand to Teesia’s cheek, then lowered a soft, short kiss to her lips. Teesia couldn’t help being surprised at the skitter of sensation that shot down through her body at the gentle contact. Then she let out a
small laugh. “That was easy, but surely that’s not how a wife kisses her husband.”
Bella smiled. “No, sweet girl, it’s not. It’s more like this.” Her next kiss was slightly firmer, longer…it was more searching, Teesia thought, as if trying to pry something out of her. She returned the kiss, trying very hard to do it in just the same way, trying to learn how she should kiss Ralen of Charelton.
She’d thought they might stop and evaluate the kiss afterward, but instead, Bella kissed her again and again, the kisses growing deeper, more sensuous. Teesia soon forgot about trying to kiss well and simply found herself kissing Bella back, meeting her lips, moving her mouth against them, finding herself inspired to continue the pleasurable lesson without conversation.
When Bella’s tongue swept past her lips, Teesia was at first surprised, but thenunderstood—it was just another way of kissing, and she had to learn them all. Shewelcomed her friend’s warm tongue and met it with her own, sensing from Bella’sresponse that she was learning quickly and doing well.
When Bella’s hand glided from Teesia’s cheek to her neck, then down to cover her breast, she moaned at the touch. Bella kneaded her through the thin, flowing silk, rubbing the fabric so gently against her skin that she thought she’d die from the tender pleasure. Could a fierce man like Ralen touch her this softly? She had to wonder.
But at the moment, there was too much pleasure in Bella’s lesson for Teesia tobroach the question. After all, Bella was the Orienter—Teesia decided she should simply accept the lesson as it was and ask questions later.
Soon, Bella’s lips left hers, only to descend to her neck—and oh, what sweetness her dear friend’s mouth delivered to the sensitive flesh there! She heard her own breath turning labored, coming in sighs. But all of that measured nothing when Bella pushed her sleeping gown from her shoulder, baring her breast, then lowered her mouth to thestiff pink peak.
Teesia moaned unabashedly as Bella’s kisses echoed through her body like the sort of thunder that shook the ground. She watched as Bella ran the tip of her tongue around the hardened nipple, again and again, setting off spiraling waves of heat in Teesia’s
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“Oh Bella,” she breathed, “that is exquisite! Will Ralen do that to me, too?”
Delivering another tender kiss to Teesia’s breast, Bella looked up with amused surprise. “I never told you about that? I suppose it must have seemed so obvious to me that I simply forgot. But yes, Ralen will love your breasts and you will learn that they’re wonderful play toys for you both.”
“I’m already learning,” Teesia purred.
Bella imparted another sensual smile, then freed Teesia’s other breast, using her hands to lift them, push them together until they looked to Teesia like two twin mountain peaks. Bella began licking, suckling her, moving from one eager breast to the other.
She moaned her pleasure as she watched Bella work, wondering how her friend knew so well how to do the things that a man—her husband—would soon do. She waswell aware of Bella’s plump breasts pressing against the curve of her waist and shesuffered the faint longing to feel them against her own, the stiff nipples brushing overhers, or even raking across her tongue.
Finally, Bella looked up from her task, still caressing Teesia’s breasts as she spoke. “You already know what it feels like to have your pussy fondled by eager fingers, how wet and wild it grows with longing. But what you don’t know is how it feels to take acock—so that shall be the next part of our lesson.”
With that, she left the bed, and Teesia wondered what on earth Bella had in store for her! How could Bella have a cock? Teesia raised her head from the fur to find her
friend returning with her green bag, from which she produced a bizarre-looking cylindrical object made of clay. Teesia flinched, stunned at the sight.
And Bella grinned. “This, Teesia, is a cock.”
Teesia blinked, still a little dumbfounded. She’d felt Ralen’s behind her, but she’d never imagined it to look so…well, so long. So prominent. She’d imagined it as more of a mass of flesh that perhaps pushed up out of the body for sex—not as something that could be thought of as another limb!
“Not a real one, of course,” Bella said on a laugh, “but a reasonable representation. And most suitable for acquainting you with a man’s rod.”
She’d heard Bella call the cock that before, but had never known why. Now she
understood. A rod indeed.
“Some will be smaller than this, some larger,” Bella explained, “and they are not stationary in size—they grow and harden when aroused, then later retreat, becoming a smaller, limper thing. I wish I could teach you how to suck it, sweet girl, but the truth is, the clay clock is rather foul-tasting, and I don’t wish to leave you with any sort of unpleasant impression. But here,” she said, beginning to run the cock gently across Teesia’s breasts, “feel it against you. Become accustomed to its length and width against your flesh.”
An oddly alluring thing, she thought, watching Bella rake the smooth clay cock back and forth, teasing one of her nipples with it.
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“Is a real cock this hard?”
“Mmm, yes, thank Ares,” Bella said on a throaty rasp.
At the moment, Teesia couldn’t decide if that news were good or bad. She keenly recalled how hard Ralen’s cock had felt against her rear, and how exciting that had been, yet at the same time, something this hard was a little frightening, forbidding.
Her green eyes glittering with delight, Bella began to drag the cock in wide, swirling motions down over Teesia’s belly, still covered with a thin layer of silk. “Get used to how it feels on you, dear girl, and know that as foreign as it seems now, you will soon relish it.”
When Teesia felt the light fabric drifting up her newly denuded legs, she knew herfriend was raising her sleeping gown. She glanced down in quiet anticipation as Bella’s cool fingers swept the gown to her waist and began to gently glide the head of the claycock against her slit.
Without decision, she parted her legs to feel it better. Oh yes, hard was good. Feeling the cock stroke into her wetness reminded her of the pleasure brought by Ralen’s big, strong fingers, yet somehow she knew the urge of wanting this inside her, of feeling empty even as it moved against her. She instinctively spread her legs wider, wider, aware that both she and Bella watched the clay tool move smoothly through her pink, open flesh.
A tool! Was this what Bella had meant when…? “Is this the kind of tool Ralen will
use in our marriage?”
Bella’s eyes met hers. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. There are many such pleasure tools.”
“Truly?” How many could there be?
Another cat’s smile graced her friend’s face. “Not all use them, sweet girl. And many are known only to those who…well, those who enjoy finding ways to seek out more…uncommon sexual pleasure. But yes, this might be the sort of item you will encounter. Again, I cannot say with certainty, but I have heard that Ralen…well, that he seeks many sorts of carnal delights, so you should be open-minded.”
“That’s what you meant about having no boundaries?”
Her nod came with a certain heat, dripping from her eyes, and Teesia realized Bella had begun to drive the clay cock softly at her pussy now—a sweet thrust, then another, another—and to her surprise she was involuntarily pushing back against it, trying to take it inside her. Oh, dear Ares! A true Orientation this was! Only she had not known one could have sex with a cylinder of clay!
Teesia met the gentle thrusts, beginning to feel her pussy stretching, slowly opening further.
Then a horrifying thought broke through her longing. “Will this make me no longer a virgin?”
Bella tilted her head, her red curls falling to drape Teesia’s bare thigh with lustrous tresses. “Well, it depends upon how you define virginity. As a purely physical thing, a part of the body to be breached? Or as being had by a man, your husband.”
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Teesia swallowed nervously. “I would not wish him to think I’ve come to himwithout my virginity intact.” She, of course, had lied to him that night in Rawley, and wine and arousal had had her ready and willing to surrender her bride price had he chosen to take it—but even after he realized he was marrying the girl he’d stroked to orgasm in Dane’s corridor, she would still be Enrick’s daughter, a royal daughter, and he would still expect her virginity. She’d better have it to give.
“It’s quite possible, sweet dear, that what happens after the Maran game will…um, destroy that evidence, same as I’m about to do now.” She continued her gentle thrusts, even rising to kneel between Teesia’s parted thighs, working the cock with both fists, watching its point of entry with intensity. “He’ll have no way of knowing you weren’tentered then, during the Maran rituals.”
Ares above—the Maran game did hold amazing secrets!
“Trust me, Teesia. After the Maran tiles are played, you will understand that your bride price is more about your husband being the first man to take you. Dildos such asthis do not count.”
But Bella had said it was only possible the evidence of her virginity would be destroyed following the Maran game. “What if my physical virginity is not breachedafter the game? Won’t he have reason to think I’ve been with another man?”
Slowly, Bella stopped driving the cock at Teesia’s slowly parting pussy. She pulledin her breath, then let out frustrated sigh, looking uncharacteristically forlorn. “I suppose you’re right, dear. I…I don’t know what came over me. Selfishness, I presume.”
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