Rowena

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Why had her Goddess chosen this, of all things?

Rowena hung naked, arms bound by straps of leather to a frame that had been set up on the wall of her quarters. Time seemed to drag on as she waited. She couldn’t even speak with the gag that had been shoved in her mouth. All she could do was dangle and wait.

She’d received the message during her prayers. The sweet images and voice that Orenous normally used were not present this time. What was normally gentle guidance through her life and how to best guide others was replaced with dismay, shame, and castigation.

Rowena had been instructed, in no uncertain terms, that she was to present herself nude and vulnerable at this time, and this place. Once those instructions were made, her normal guidance returned, but the moment had played through her mind repeatedly over the past couple days. Orenous was upset. She’d never upset her Goddess, and now that she had, she wasn’t sure what to expect.

She knew the likely reason for her punishment. The Champion. She knew she’d stepped over the line with that request. At least the lover part of it. She wanted to see the girl’s devotion to her love. Test the strength of the bond she thought she’d seen, but clearly that had garnered offence with both the Champion and her Lady.

At the anointed time, she had summoned her most trusted priestesses and had them, well, restrict her. Orenous had said she was not to be able to move or speak for the duration of the punishment. The thought of what that might be still sent her heart beating rapidly.

The door creaked, and a fluffy eared head poked in. Rowena strained, making a muffled sound as she tried to call out to her visitor. The Champion turned towards the noise, sensitive ears swivelling as they picked it up. A wolf-like grin spread across those beautiful features before she ducked back outside.

Rowena hung there, leather cuffs softly digging into her wrists with a sweet softness. So this was what her lady had in mind? The Champion herself would be delivering the punishment? What would it be? Lashes? Some sort of denial? Her Goddess was not without her dark side. Love could be cruel, after all.

When the door opened again, not just the Champion, but the princess and the sheep Vulhardrin joined her. Rosalyn, if she remembered right. The three of them turned to admire Rowena as she hung there before them. Her heart raced as Annita’s eyes drank in the sight of her body hungrily.

She was proud of her figure. Being in the evening years of her life, she had been able to maintain her thin figure, wide hips and perky breasts. That the Champion was so clearly enticed set a heat within her.

“Well, she said we’d be able to do what we wanted,” Annita said, still looking her over. “Didn’t expect the full truss up.”

“Aye,” Katlyn agreed, walking over to the bed and depositing a small bag. A gentle clink came from whatever was inside. “Well, considerin’ Orenous’ usual attitude, shoulda expected somethin’ like this.”

“And that the priestesses said they’d be keeping away until we told them?” Rosalyn said, walking close to Rowena and looking up at her with those huge eyes. “She really seems to have made sure we’d have our privacy. You sure she’ll be all right up there?”

Ann’s gorgeous green eyes were torn from Rowena’s chest and inspected her bindings. A lithe hand reached up and tugged at the leather, careful not to touch her skin. Rowena let out a moan as the leather bit a bit deeper into her skin. Skin that was starting to feel warm in her normally cool room.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine. Don’t worry, lambchop,” Annita chuckled, backing off. “So, now we get to have our fun.”

“And fun we’ll ‘ave,” Katlyn laughed, sitting down on the bed and kicking off her boots.

“Yeah, but first,” Annita said, taking the lead. “Come here.” The beautiful woman gestured to Katlyn.

The princess hopped happily to her feet and approached. As soon as she was in arm’s reach, Annita kissed her. Rowena’s heart skipped a beat as she watched. There was no restraint in this kiss. No hint of holding back the passions they had for each other. Rowena’s breath sped up, her chest heaving as she watched. This was just a kiss. Why was this exciting her so much?

Then Annita turned to her shorter lover, pulling the woman in by the horns. The way Rosalyn melted into the kiss was something divine. The woman completely submitted as soon as those hands caressed her bony curls. When their lips parted, a glistening string of saliva connected them for a tantalizing moment.

Rowena strained. She wasn’t sure why, but this was having more of an effect on her than it should. She wanted more, but the Champion looked at her with those deep green eyes and laughed. Laughed. What a beautiful sound, but it also made Rowena’s heart sink.

“Look at her,” Annita chuckled, turning Rosalyn’s still somewhat dazed eyes to Rowena. “Already flushed just from a kiss. This is going to be fun.”

“Aye, especially later,” Katlyn agreed. “Fer now, ye said ye had somethin’ ye wanted tae do?”

“Yeah,” Annita said, walking backwards away from Rowena’s wall, then turning. “Actually, requires a little extra work that I asked the priests for before we met back up. Should be…” a knock at the door. “Perfect timing,” Annita clapped happily, prancing to the entrance. Carefully, she opened the door just enough to see whatever it was outside. “Thank you, you can leave. Won’t need anything else, no. Yeah, Goddess be with you. Kat, c’mere and help me drag this thing.”

A loud creaking groan filled the room as Katlyn and Annita dragged a large brass wash basin into the room. It was already filled with water, gems heating it so a light steam was rising off the surface.

“Oh, I get ye,” Katlyn said, standing with hands on her hips. “Bath time?”

“In a way. You two, be dears and undress for me?” Annita asked, sitting on the bed.

Rosalyn, all too eagerly, slipped out of her robes. She wore simple undergarments, appropriate for someone who had come from a remote region. Rowena had made inquiries on the newly claimed Champion’s unknown companion. A Druid from a remote village near Graven Keep. Nothing else remarkable, or so she had been able to find.

What she did see, however, was how Annita watched the woman. There was a hunger there, not entirely lust, but something deeper. Perhaps the Vulhardrin part of her getting mixed in with her nature as Orenous’ chosen.

Katlyn stripped casually, shucking her pants, shirt, and undergarments to stand naked in the cool room. Rowena took a moment to admire the woman’s build. Not even in their temple was someone so well proportioned for the amount of muscle the woman carried. She was like a statue, skin only marred by a couple scars earned in a life of combat.

Annita, bewilderingly, didn’t join her companions in undressing. Rowena found herself… disappointed. She found she’d been eager to see the woman naked again. To see the hint of that divinely shaped body she’d only gotten a glimpse at.

“God, you two are gorgeous,” the Champion purred. “Rosalyn first. Help me help her, Kat.”

Together, they took each of Rosalyn’s hands and helped her into the warm water. Katlyn retreated, resting her chin on her arms on the opposite side of the basin from her lovers.

Annita, meanwhile, took soap from the basket attached to the tub, and gently began to scrub Rosalyn’s back. Soft moans echoed out as she worked, lathering up Rosalyn’s back, then working up into her hair.

“Feel good?” Annita asked gently, taking her time massaging Rosalyn’s shoulders.

“Gods, yes,” Rosalyn groaned as Annita moved to massage her neck, constantly cleaning her.

Rowena’s heart fluttered at the sincerity of the attention the woman was being shown. Annita wasn’t just cleaning, but worshipping her lover. Every time she found the slightest hint of tension, those impossibly dexterous fingers worked it away with ease. By the time she finished, Rosalyn was practically floating in the water.

Rowena moaned into her gag. She wanted to feel that. To feel that attention on her. What would it feel like to have someone so skilled at manipulating the body of another? Did the Champion even know how well she was doing? It put some of her best priests and priestesses to shame, much less her own hands.

Those emerald eyes were solely focused on her lover, though. Not a glance to the woman on the wall. Not that she was supposed to be the one given attention. No, no matter how much she wanted it.

Katlyn stirred. Together, they helped Rosalyn out of the bath on wobbly legs, and towelled her dry. Rowena also noted that Katlyn showed similar reverence when handling Rosalyn. Maybe it was just her? Both women seemed to love doting on the Druid, no matter what the reason.

Once Rosalyn was comfortably bundled up on the bed, Katlyn took her place in the tub. Annita was not as gentle with the princess. Her hands pushed and prodded at corded muscles, and she strained herself as she worked through the knots she found. Every time she got to a scar, be it on Katlyn’s side or back, she leaned in and gently kissed the spot.

Katlyn shivered and moaned each time a scar was given attention. Her blue eyes closed as she rested on her knees. Before long, Annita had worked up her back, hand coming up to her shoulders and neck. The volume of the moans only increased as the more sensitive muscles were kneaded into submission.

Then the Champion touched Katlyn’s ears. A taboo for anyone but a close lover for any Alfhindur. The sight alone set Rowena’s cheeks burning, and Katlyn simply melted. Every ounce of tension in her body disappeared so quickly Rowena wondered why Annita hadn’t started there. The fierce, crass, battle hardened, wanderer of a princess was being reduced to a mewling kitten by those hands. Orenous be praised, to be a witness to something so beautiful.

Rowena felt a heat growing between her legs. A familiar need had been sparked by the intimate display, and she struggled to clench her thighs together, but the cuffs on her ankles stopped her. Damn her girls for being so good at their jobs.

“Mmmf,” she groaned from her spot on the wall.

Annita didn’t look — too focused on her task, but Katlyn cracked an icy blue eye open to glance her way. The scorn in that glance sent ice through Rowena’s veins and she stopped struggling immediately.

Seemingly satisfied, Katlyn returned to enjoying her treatment. Eventually, Annita stopped with her ears, made sure to properly wash the woman’s hair, and helped dry her off. Katlyn grumbled slightly at being pampered that much, but not to the point that Annita showed any signs of stopping. Once those long silky locks of chestnut brown hair were dried, they joined Rosalyn on Rowena’s bed.

“That felt great. I’ve gotta do that for you two more,” Annita sighed, stretching out in bed. “What?” she asked, looking at Katlyn, who was giving her an incredulous look.

“Ye do all tha’ fer us, an’ ye don’t expect the same in return?”

“Wha?” Annita was cut off as Kat hauled her bodily off the bed and set her by the tub.

“Strip.” the princess ordered gruffly.

Yes, this was it! This was the moment Rowena had been craving. She wanted to see more of this body. This gorgeous woman that by all rights shouldn’t exist. That bronze skin, perfect curves, all topped by ample breasts. That beast she kept hidden beneath that kilt. Rowena felt her eyes practically bugging out of their sockets as she strained to make sure she saw it all.

The damned woman started slow, untying the straps on her blouse slowly, gently, as if afraid to tear the fabric. It was unreasonable. She wasn’t that strong. She was doing this on purpose!

Finally, the shirt fell away, only to reveal she bound her breasts in a simple cloth wrap. Rowena should have expected that, considering her occupation, but it still infuriated her when she saw the cloth.

Then the kilt hit the floor, and she was denied even further! The damned woman wouldn’t turn around, and stayed facing away from her! From the look on the princess’s face, they were both supremely amused at the situation. Despite this, Rowena did get a good look at Ann’s shapely rear. It was perfection, like the rest of her. Firm, round, soft, but shapely. Even under the plain white linen panties, she was a gorgeous sight to behold. The tail that swished playfully over the sight was beautiful as well. It looked incredibly soft and sleek. Something she had no doubt would feel amazing to hold and run her fingers through.

Then Katlyn slowly undid the binding. Each wrap came loose at an agonizing pace as Rowena practically drooled around the leather in her mouth. Her mind was getting fuzzy as she anticipated the sight Katlyn was privy to. Those large breasts. Hard, dark nipples. She wanted to see so desperately.

Once she was finally done, Rosalyn took hold of the hem of Annita’s panties and dragged them down around her ankles. She couldn’t see anything around the curves of the Champion’s hips, but she could imagine it. That massive cock dangling between her thighs, pulsing, waiting.

Then Annita turned. She turned and Rowena exulted. She was everything she thought she’d be and more. The woman was the picture of athletic beauty. Curves in perfect places that didn’t take away from her toned physique. Large breasts that somehow didn’t seem to affect how she moved. Those eyes that finally met Rowena’s watering gaze melted her. When Annita flicked her eyes down, Rowena’s eyes obediently followed. Then she saw it. The thing that had taken her breath away the first time she met the woman.

That monster was staring at her. Hard as iron, and more than two handfuls. It pointed directly up at her and drooled. Oh, Orenous, it was drooling for her.

“Not for you,” a gentle voice cut through Rowena’s addled thoughts. “This gift was not meant for you.”

It was not fair. She had lived her life for her Lady, and now she’d sent her Champion and she wasn’t allowed to touch her? To worship her?

“No,” the voice repeated. “That is not your role in this tale.”

Annita entered the bath, guided by Katlyn and Rosalyn. They set about gently washing their lover. The perfect being they were so lucky to hold between them. To touch that skin and feel it slide between their fingertips.

Then the Champion moaned, and it was like her entire being had leapt with joy. The Druid had taken one of Annita’s ears between her fingers and was working them in lazy circles. Just like Katlyn had done before, and Rosalyn before her, Annita melted. Then Katlyn joined in with the other ear, and the moans only got louder. Neither woman did anything more. Hands were always kept chaste, and never dipped anywhere near their lover’s sex.

Gods above, it was frustrating. Rowena’s addled mind wanted more, and she couldn’t do a thing to encourage it further. That formerly pleasant bite on her wrists was beginning to infuriate her as she tried to escape her bonds. Again, she cursed her subordinates for being so devoted to their tasks. A dribble of desire trailed down her legs and she moaned into the gag again, unable to close her eyes as she watched the three women finish their loving cleaning of the Champion.

After a soft pair of kisses, they helped Annita from the bath and dried her off as well, trying her hair back in a long tail that matched the one just above her buttocks.

“Ah,” the Champion sighed, stretching lazily. “Thanks, sweethearts.”

“You, um, did it for us, so it’s only fair,” Rosalyn said shyly, fidgeting with her hands before her thighs. Rowena couldn’t tell if she was blushing or not with her skin being such a pitch black, but she thought she might be.

“Aye. Fair’s fair,” Katlyn nodded resolutely. “So, before we get started wit’, erm, the rest o’ what we had planned. I had somethin’ made fer ye. Both o’ ye. Was thinkin’ about it fer a while, but didn’t know if ye’d like ‘em. May ‘ave had ‘em ordered fer a bit, but just rushed the end o’ the order.” The woman was fidgeting, casting nervous glances to the bag on the bed. Rowena’s curiosity battled with her raging desire.

“Is that what you rushed off to do all of a sudden?” Annita asked, looking over at the bag.

“Aye, well, if ye’re ok wit’ em,” Kat said, nervous. So very nervous. What could possibly be in there that made the normally implacable princess fidget like that?

“Well, as long as it doesn’t, like, hurt us? Or curse us, or like, do any magical,” Rosalyn waved her hands, twiddling her fingers, “I think it’d be fine. Right?”

“Well, ye see,” Kat stammered as she walked over and picked up the bag. “Feck it, here.”

She pulled out two smooth leather collars. Each were about an inch wide. Almost chokers in their delicacy. One was a pure black, while the other was black with a silver embroidery along the border. A silver buckle adorned each, contrasting against the dark material. Both were adorned with a diamond gemstone. A bright, light blue that matched Katlyn’s eyes, set in silver as well. As Rowena stared, she could have sworn they were glowing.

Annita and Rosalyn both sucked in breaths, approaching quickly and inspecting the pair of ornaments.

“Kat, it’s. Oh wow, it’s pretty. The way it matches your eyes. The silver against the black. Oh, this is incredible. I… I don’t know what to say!” Rosalyn’s words tumbled out in a river as she took the one with the silver embroidery. “And the silver lining to better stand out against my skin? Oh, Kat, you really thought about this!”

“Aw, it was nothin’,” Kat mumbled, blushing deeply. Rowena saw through that blatant lie. This woman thought the world of her partners and something like this meant almost as much to her as it did them.

Annita caught her lover’s chin and drew her into a kiss, both women melting together for a tense moment. “I love it, Kat. Thank you.”

“Oh! Ann! Your things too!” Rosalyn chirped, having already fastened the choker around her neck. Content originally comes from novel·fıre·net

“Right! So, I got this fast. It’s not really custom or anything, but I had a feeling that you were getting us something, so I wanted to as well. So, uh, here,” she said, rummaging in her kilt and drawing out a small box. “From both of us.”

Katlyn opened the box and gasped. She pulled out a pair of earrings. They were the sort that had multiple fastenings and a gold chain that draped between them. Fairly fashionable for an Alfhindur to wear with their long ears. Each gem was selected to similarly match the eyes of her lovers. It was incredible they’d had the same idea without coordinating. Another sign of their compatibility that was driven into Rowena’s heart. One a deep forest green, while the other was a lighter green with flecks of amber.

“Damn, girls. Thank ye,” Kat gasped, picking them up and admiring them. “Shame I don’t ‘ave me ears pierced.”

“Thought of that!” Annita said, procuring a potion from her kilt as well. “As long as you don’t mind a pinch.”

Katlyn laughed, then took the potion. “That’s nothin’. Ye’ve done more damage tae me than those things can. Do it.”

Annita came up behind her lover and swiftly pushed the earrings through the delicate flesh. Katlyn winced, but didn’t cry out. Once both were in place, she quaffed the potion and grinned.

“Good as new. Thank ye, again.”

“Any time,” Annita said, pulling her lover in for another kiss. As she did, she deftly handed Katlyn the collar, allowing the princess to fasten it around her neck.

Pulling back, they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Bed. now.” Ann growled.

Rowena’s heart skipped a beat.