The Lost Colony

Chapter 30

The two slipped into an embrace. With her free arm, Talia circled Velyn's back, drawing her close. The redhead for her part continued to stroke Talia's hair, sometimes urging her partner's mouth to her breasts. Velyn's eyes slid shut, as the drummer kept up the slow, steady rhythm.

"You like it?" Talia asked after a moment, a note of uncertainty coloring her voice.

"Oooooh yes," Velyn assured her. To those watching through the slits in the tent as much was obvious. "And there's something else nice we can do." Reluctantly, the redhead sat up, while Talia remained reclining, a look of confusion in her eyes. "Here," Velyn said.

Smiling at her new friend, Velyn lifted one of Talia's legs. She kissed the ankle, then the calf, keeping her eyes on Talia's. Subtly, she kissed higher yet, trailing her tongue along the brunette's upper calf.

"Okay," Talia said softly. She leaned back, her eyes fixed on the progress Velyn's tongue was making up her leg.

"You're so sweet," Velyn said. Her lips neared the inside of Talia's knee. "I think I'll devour you."

Sparr's c**k stirred. Liette had offered him more practical garments for the pilgrimage, a pair of rough trousers and a somewhat finer shirt sewn with the Origin emblem. The loose trousers offered no resistance to his swelling organ.

"Mmmm," LIette moaned. The two were pressed close, with Sparr looming behind the priestess. She smelled faintly of sweet scented oil. Like a rope, her tight blonde braid lay down her back. Idly, Sparr stroked it.

Eyes still locked on Talia, Velyn found the sensitive inside of her partner's knee and applied her skilled tongue. The brunette moaned once, eyes widening, then moaned again, a protracted gasp of pleasure.

Velyn smiled confidently. "No one's ever kissed you there before, have they?"

"No," she said shyly. "It's nice."

As pretty as she was, Talia seemed inexperienced. Though Sparr doubted she was a virgin, this was almost certainly her first time being taken to bed by another woman. He wondered if she even understood she was part of a show.

"That's nothing," said Velyn. Subtly parting Talia's legs, she resumed kissing down the young woman's thigh. Her copper hair spilled across the furs, and across the brunette's warm skin.

"Oh," said Talia. "Oh, f**k!" Velyn's tongue found her slit. "Oooooh!"

Liette shifted position, wriggling her ass against Sparr's stiffening rod. Sparr shot a quick glance left and right. The priestess had chosen the darkest, most private corner of the tent, and regardless, their neighbors were engrossed in the spectacle unfolding within. Sparr reached into the blonde's robe to fondle a breast. She moaned.

"You're so sweet, so fresh," Velyn moaned. She flicked her tongue against Talia's slit as it opened to welcome her.

"Oh, oh Omm," Talia gasped. "That feels so good. Your tongue." For a moment she was quiet as Velyn pleasured her. "I didn't know... I didn't... a woman's tongue."

"Give in to it," Velyn said. Her own voice was a bit ragged.

"I will, oooooh!" Talia's body arched away from Velyn, as the brunette dug her fingers into red tresses. She writhed against the soft furs, her slim body highlighted by the dancing candlelight.

Sparr fondled Liette's breasts, pinching and twisting her n*****s. The priestess moaned. She wanted a man who didn't care about her authority, her position, someone with whom she could drop her guard. He could have raised her robe, taken her right there, and she would welcome it. Sparr began to consider the idea.

Velyn, meanwhile, was fully committed to pleasuring Talia. She had circled each of the brunette's thighs with an arm, holding her in place. The redhead's tongue explored, licked, and teased her partner's slit, sometimes wriggling deep, but always returning to her c**t. With one hand Talia ran her fingers through Velyn's hair, with her other she clutched at the furs. Her body trembled as the drummer began to pick up the pace. "Oh, oh Velyn," she panted.

The redhead didn't break her rhythm to respond. Instead, Velyn wriggled first one finger into her friend's slick gash, then, as Talia gasped, another. She curled them up against the brunette's g-spot, a coordinated assault on both pleasure centers.

"f**k!" Talia said. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, mouth open, eyes shut, body arching. "I'm going to," she half-whispered. "I'm... your tongue, I'm... oh." For a moment she only panted, her breath coming ever rougher. Then, just when Sparr thought she might hold out longer, Talia came.

"Velyn, oh, f**k. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Talia's thighs snapped closed, locking Velyn between them. The tremble turned into a shudder, then a near spasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out. Her beautiful, round ass squirmed against the furs. The drummer's pace matched the tempo of her gasps.

Nor did Velyn lose her focus. Even with Talia's thighs gripping her head, Sparr could see the redhead's fingers still teasing the other girl's g-spot. She dragged-out Talia's orgasm until the brunette collapsed, panting and spent. Velyn wriggled up alongside her new friend. For a time, neither girl spoke.

"You came so hard," Velyn said with a giggle. She brushed back the brunette's stray locks and kissed her. "Now I'm wet, too."

"You should c*m," said Talia.

"You have any ideas?" said Velyn, a mischievous light in her eyes. It was a scripted moment, but fun and sexy nonetheless.

"I do," said Talia. She rolled over, stood, and approached the mummy-wrapped prince at the end of the tent. "We have a toy." With that, she began to slowly remove the wrappings. Velyn sat up to watch as first feet, then toned calves, muscular thighs, and finally the man's midsection were exposed. His c**k swung free.

Should I stop?" Talia laughed, feigning uncertainty.

"I think you found the best part," Velyn said. "But, I want to see the rest, too." She bit her lip suggestively.

Obediently, Talia finished removing the gauzy wrappings. Like the other princes, the youth was handsome, with strong, even features, stylishly careless hair, and brooding eyes. He made a show of stretching, his oiled body reflected in the flickering light. At last, he focused on Velyn.

"She's ready for you," Talia whispered in his ear. She stood behind the youth, her lips pressed against his neck, and one hand reaching around to stroke his c**k.