Rituals of Passion (13 page)

They rose to their feet upon her entry and  she couldn’t help noticing they all wore matching frocks, distinctive because they  were far more extravagant than anything

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she’d ever  seen donned by a maid, including Dane’s. The thin gowns of white silk  draped their bodies only to mid-thigh, with  leather cording crisscrossing between their  breasts and around their waists.

“We are to  assist you in preparing for  your wedding,” one  of the blondes said cheerfully, her straight hair falling nearly to  her waist—as Maven’s did when unbound.

Maven nodded. “Yes. Dane told me.”

“We’ve filled the bathing tub,” the brunette indicated,  motioning behind her. Her wavy hair was not quite as long as the other girl’s, but shiny and lustrous.

“And after we bathe you, we shall help you dress,” the last girl imparted, her  shoulder-length curls held back from  her face with a pair of combs.

For some reason, Maven felt quite taken with the beauteous figures the girls cut,  their unbound hair falling around their pretty faces and smooth shoulders. She could scarcely recall the last  time she’d seen a  grown woman with her hair bound—and it struck her with sudden force that all three of these young women had already been  fucked, and knew the  secrets she would learn later tonight.

Together, the girls converged on her, one  of them reaching to  remove her tunic,another working the fastener at the waist of  her skirt until the garment could be pushed to her ankles, the fur gliding softly across  her skin. The last unbraided her hair with nimble fingers.

When she stood naked before them, she realized they were all staring with envy at her bared cunt. Given its new lack of hair, she felt even more on display,  and finally said, “Is something wrong?”

The brunette shook her head. “Oh—don’t mind us. We’re just envious. Your pussy looks so beautiful like that, so smooth and feminine.”

Only then did she remember that Lavonia  had said only the very wealthy couldafford the ointment.

“May I…touch it?” asked the girl with curls.

Maven was surprised  to find these maids  so audacious, but then she thought of  Lavonia, who had never had qualms about bossing her around or whispering  scandalous secrets of the staff in her ear, and of her mother’s lifelong maid, Relah, the  only person in Caralon who got away with  giving Jalal orders. Maven barely knew  what to say, even as a strange new curiosity tickled through her nether region. “Um, all right,” she finally answered,  not seeing any harm in it.

The girl knelt before her, running her fingertips gently over the outside of Maven’s  mound. She sighed. “So soft. I daresay the softest skin I’ve ever touched.” She looked  up at the girl with straight  hair. “Anya, you must feel it.”

Anya didn’t kneel, but simply reached  out to cup Maven’s cunt in her  hand,  grazing her fingers tenderly over  the skin  to leave her tingling even worse than when  she’d left Dane’s room. Anya looked at her friend. “Oh yes, very smooth.” Then she  shifted her eyes to Maven. “Dane will be pleased, I’m certain.”

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Again, Maven was stumped for a reply. “I…hope so.” Did she? Oh Ares—it wastrue, she did!

The two girls looked  to the raven-haired  one. “Do you wish to feel her pussy,  Kaelen?” the first girl asked.

Kaelen made eye contact with her. “Forgive  my friends, Maven. They should not beso forward.”

Suddenly Maven felt stuck between them all, and as she always strived to have amiable relationships with her maids, she—once again—was left not knowing how to respond. “It’s…all right,” she said, even adding, “You may touch me if you like.”

Kaelen’s gaze dropped to the  slit between Maven’s legs—she felt the young woman’s gaze there more than the other two.  Maven thought she looked intrigued. “ Ifyou’re sure you don’t mind,”  the dark-haired girl said.

Maven nodded, slightly  nervous, slightly aroused, hoping none of it showed.

Biting  her  lip slightly,  Kaelen touched her as  Anya had, by cupping her. Although her touch lingered longer, warmer, on Maven’s cunt. The warmth spread all through her until she wondered if she was getting  Kaelen’s hand wet. When the maid finally withdrew her palm, she quirked a soft,  quick half-smile that made Maven thinkperhaps she
 
had
 
left the pretty girl’s fingers moist.

Kaelen and Anya each took one of Maven’s hands and led her into the  bathing tub,which she couldn’t help noticing was much larger than any  she’d ever seen. And to her surprise, both girls stepped in along with  her, the remaining girl—who then  introducedherself as Tally—following suit, so that all  four of them stood in the deep, wide tub.

“I can’t help but notice your frocks,” Maven commented.

It was outgoing Tally who replied. “Our master sent them and instructed us to wear them while we bathe you.”

She barely knew which part of the reply to address first.  “Your
 
master
?”

Tally nodded eagerly. “Dane, of course.”

“Of course,” she murmured, stunned. Apparently, the people in Dane’s employ

worshipped him even more than she’d realized.

Anya added, “Because you’re his bride, he wanted it to be a very special bath.”

Did he now? Special was one way to describe it. The maids’ frocks were as nice as any she owned. And despite years of being  catered to by Lavonia and other maids, certainly no one had  ever entered the bathing tub
 
with
 
her. Still and all, it seemed the  marriage ceremony was full of traditions —some she knew and some she did not—so  perhaps this was simply another one.

“You should relax and let us do all the work,” Tally said.

Maven knelt in the tub and the maids all joined her. The scent of roses wafted from  the water, leading her to notice the sprinkled  pink petals, now floating around them on  the water’s surface. The maids all reached  for sponges and fresh new squares of soap  from a wooden tray on a table within their reach.

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Maven watched as they lathered the sea  sponges then reached out, beginning to wash her. Anya held Maven’s hair up on top of her head while she gently washed her back with her free hand. Tally ran her sponge  slowly down one arm as Kaelen leisurely washed the other. The unhurried motions of  the sponges on her skin was at once relaxing and scintillating, reminding her to  follow Tally’s advice—relax and enjoy the bath.

“We should wash her  hair so it will have  time to dry,”  Anya said,  leading the other  two girls to drop their sponges in the petal-laden water that rose to their waists. It was  then that Maven glanced down to see that  the girls’ white dresses clung to them  wherever they became wet. Above the water’s  surface, the curves of breasts and slender  stomachs were revealed in small bits beneath cloth that went sheer when dampened.  Below the water, their short skirts clung to  hips, thighs and the crux in between, revealing the darkness  of pubic hair and the  outline of  their mounds as the girls moved  around her.

Together, they leaned her back in the water, Kaelen and Tally supporting her back as  Anya  poured  pitchers  of  water  slowly  over  her  locks.  Soon  Anya’s  fingertipssensually massaged her scalp with soap until Maven’s eyes fell shut at the simple pleasure. Fluttering them open a few moments later, she saw the clear outline of  Kaelen’s nipple—a warm, dusky brown—through the transparent fabric of her dress.  Her full breasts, as well as Tally’s smaller ones, were pressed against Maven’s arms where they held her over the water. Her pussy contracted slightly. She’d never beenthis close to other women before.

Anya proceeded, rinsing Maven’s hair with more pitchers of water, and they all resumed bathing her. Anya washed her shoulders while Kaelen and Tally ran their sponges over her stomach, and then her breasts, their motions sensual and swallowing, caresses she was sinking into  so deeply that she almost  didn’t want them to end.

“Rise up on  your knees,” Kaelen gently instructed, and they then washed her thighsand hips, Anya bathing her buttocks as well  as the valley in between. Kaelen ran her soapy sponge over Maven’s pussy, being sure  to wash it thoroughly—because it would be the center of Dane’s attention tonight, Maven supposed. She bit her lip as the cleansing of  her cunt continued, trying to  hold in a small sigh of delight as the spongepassed over her clit.

“Oh yes,” Tally murmured, “Dane will be very pleased indeed when he sees this lovely pussy. You’re a lucky woman.”

Maven didn’t answer, not particularly wanting to  think of Dane just now—shesimply let the lull of the sensuous bath transport her to a place where everything wassoft and pleasurable, where no problems existed.

When finally her cunt seemed suitably  clean and the girls stopped washing it,  Maven let herself sink back down in the  water, pleasantly aware that all three maidscontinued to caress her skin  with their soft sponges.

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Letting  her  head fall to  one side,  she again  caught sight of Kaelen’s chest—both of her breasts were keenly visible  through the  white fabric that clung to their curves, the dark peaks rasing the sheer material. Lazily  raising her gaze, she caught sight of  Kaelen’s lips—the color of ripe berries, she  thought, and ever so lush. When her eyes rose higher, connecting with Kaelen’s sparkling  green ones, the other  girl leaned in and softly kissed her lips.

She should have been  stunned and confused, but instead she simply found herselfreturning the gentle kiss, softly puckering her lips beneath Kaelen’s  mouth.

Only then did the shock of it strike  her, making her stop and pull back.

“It’s all right,” Kaelen said warmly, a pretty smile gracing her face. “Dane wishes it.”

Maven blinked. “What? Why?”

Kaelen’s expression softened, going from  sensual to friendly. “Our master sent word that I should train you to kiss.”

“Oh.” Maven blinked once more, trying to  grasp Kaelen’s unexpected explanation.

“For tonight,” Kaelen went on. “He wishes me to show you how.”

“Well then,  yes, I guess it
 
is
 
all right.”

Tilting her head, Kaelen leaned in for another soft kiss and Maven tried not to  think, only to accept and return the gentle  affection, and she thought she was probably  doing well— until Kaelen shocked her by pushing her tongue into  her mouth.

Maven pulled back once more, suspecting  she looked  even more surprised than  after the
first
 
kiss. But Kaelen only laughed—a soft, trilling sound.  “Sometimes you use  your tongue,” she explained. “When I ease my  tongue between your lips, touch it with  your own.”

With that, Kaelen placed her hand at Maven’s nape to pull her closer, then resumed their kisses—short, tender meetings of lips  that built Maven’s confidence and made her hunger for something deeper. Feeling bold,  she lengthened the next kiss, moving her mouth sensually over Kaelen’s until finally she felt the other girl’s  tongue again. This time, she did as she’d been instructed, pressing her own against the  maid’s, licking at it,  letting their tongues circle each other.

When next she pulled back, it was to catch her breath. Her pussy hummed with delight beneath the water and she found herself thinking her life would probably be  much easier  if she  had only to kiss Kaelen  and not Dane. Of course, as soon as  she

allowed herself that thought, her cunt seemed  to lurch at the very idea of the big brute.  And that, in turn, made her want to kiss Kaelen some more.

This time it was she who reached out, taking Kaelen’s soft  face  in her palms and sharing with her a barrage of short, sweet, sensuous kisses that nearly turned her inside  out with mounting desire.

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Finally, it was Kaelen who stopped. She  flashed Maven another lovely smile and said, “I agree with Anya—Dane is a lucky man.  You’ve mastered the art of kissing quite quickly.”

“Well, then,” Tally said cheerfully, taking Maven’s hand and running a final rinsing

sponge over  the length of her  arm, “now  that we have you well bathed and well kissed,  we’d best dress you for your wedding.”

After Maven stepped out of the tub onto the fur rug, the three girls carefully dried her with the large cloths they’d brought for  that purpose. Then they took turns drying  each other off, too—as well as they could  given their  clingy frocks—since they’d come from the tub as wet as Maven herself.

Taking Maven’s hand, Anya led her to the bed where they’d lain out a silk dress of pale gold. “Selected by our master,” she said  before lifting the delicate-looking frock over Maven’s head. The fabric fell nearly to  the floor, although two  large slits ran from ankle to upper thigh on each side. Next,  Tally and Kaelen wrapped her waist with a shimmery gold silken sash, binding her from  just beneath her breasts to her  hips. Anyarebraided her hair, running a gold silk ribbon through it.

When they were done, they all wished her well and, before parting, each girl gaveher a light kiss on the lips, leaving Maven stunned over what a pleasant and even sensuous experience a mere bath had become.

What a day! What a crazy, mixed-up, confusing day. First she’d had the strange, lust-inspiring encounter with Dane, where—Ares forbid—she’d kissed his cock! And then the bath with the pretty maids and their clingy costumes and warm kisses. And now—
now
 
she was to get married!