Wednesday's Last Gasp

Tonight I'm putting out the last of the three preview I'll be doing from my fantasy stories - the next two will be Pulp-themed or Modern. This excerpt continues to show a little of the relationship between Alura and her captive, the princess Melody. This is from the section "Plaything of the Gods".

An Excerpt from "Plaything of the Gods"

An Erotic short fantasy fiction 

by Zoe Melville

“Disrobe me”, Alura whispered - ignoring her question - and the captive moved silently to obey. With careful hands she slipped the sash from Alura’s waist and laid it aside. Intimately, familiarly, she took the robe from one shoulder and, kissing the bare skin, dragged it down over her arm. Savouring the moment, she slowly undressed her mistress and let the robe fall to the ground, holding her breath as Alura stepped naked and flawless from the ring made by her rumpled clothes.

“This is a special day”, Alura purred, exulting in the play of the sunlight over the curves of her body as she examined herself in the light. “Today, in the last of the midsummer light, I will pass to you a portion of that which I took from the gods.”

The captive stood, hands at her side and unashamed of her nakedness. She drank in the sunlit contours of her mistress’ body. For as long as she could remember she had lived with Alura in shadow and darkness, always in the tower of Howling Rock. Fighting to take her eyes off her mistress she looked up at the sky, darkening in marbled shades of orange and black as the day crawled away into the west.

Alura took hold of the captive’s chain and pulled her closer - she gasped at the unexpected tugging on her sensitive nipples and stumbled forward.

Alura drew the captive next to her lips, whispered in her ear. “Anoint me”, she growled, and the captive nodded. She kissed her mistress on the forehead, smoothing aside her heavy curtain of long black hair to kiss her neck before moving down to plant a third lingering kiss on her breastbone. Carefully, reverently, she cupped each breast, kissing the tip of each orb of unblemished flesh and feeling the weight in her hand like a sacrament, holding each nipple in her mouth until she felt it pucker and swell beneath her lips. Slowly she knelt and kissed her mistress once on each hip, and then lastly she trembled as her lips brushed delicately against Alura’s sex. She stepped back and bowed to her mistress, her priestess - her god.

“You are anointed.”