Fit for a Goddess - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Delilah suckled an erect nipple situated at the apex of a luscious breast’s divine curve. She felt her own breasts flush with heat as her tongue swirled over the other woman’s delicate flesh with all-consuming hunger.

Who was she with again?

She couldn’t remember her partner. What she could remember, however, was that her lover’s body was absolutely divine. She licked the smooth surface of the woman’s full breasts, cupping the dense flesh from underneath with a single hand, squeezing. Delilah delighted in the squirm of the other woman’s body as her slender fingers massaged the sensitive underside of her succulent orb.

Delilah exhaled a contented sigh, feeling the excited woman’s body heat as it washed over her nose and cheeks, kissing her way to the woman’s sculpted stomach. Lean and firm, soft lines of definition ran the length of her lover’s taut abdomen. Mesmerized by the elegant flow of the woman’s abdominal muscles, Delilah ran first trembling fingers, then quivering lips over the woman’s achingly perfect torso.

Every inch of flawless satin skin she kissed was both sweet with perfume and salty with perspiration. Delilah whimpered, hopelessly aroused by the feel of her lover’s body, the taste of her delicious skin. The young cleric’s body was on fire, quivering as she explored the woman’s absolute magnificence. Slender fingers touched Delilah’s bare shoulders, their touch soft but electrifying as they guided her head lower.

Delilah’s shaking fingertips glided over the woman’s voluptuous hips, descending her nubile thighs. Her mouth found the woman’s sex, its shining surface glistening with what looked almost like flickers of flame rather than moisture. As her tongue slipped inside the other woman’s folds, the flavor that enveloped her tongue was beyond description.

Delilah felt her toes spread as her body began to shake. Then, her core muscles began to clench, a climax rapidly approaching…

She awoke suddenly, gasping as her back left the stoney ground of a paved courtyard. She sat bolt upright to come face to face with an irresistibly gorgeous elfin face, the spire of an elaborately decorated temple looming behind Loresse’s impossibly magnificent visage.

Before she knew what she was doing, Delilah pressed her lips to Loresse’s, the raven-haired beauty’s darkly smoldering eyes widening in surprise. The beautiful elf’s long lashes fluttered closed and her sensual lips began languid undulations against the cleric’s own.

As Loresse’s slim fingers began to snake over the toned surface of Delilah’s back, the young cleric suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing, pulling away from her sultry friend in absolute shock.

Delilah’s cheeks burned. Her gaze darted around the ground, distressed eyes taking care to avoid meeting Loresse’s. “I-I’m so sorry, Lor! I have no idea what came over me! I just had this dream, and… and…”

The blonde cleric snuck a furtive glance at Loresse’s stunning face, finding something akin to disappointment within the young woman’s shimmering eyes. Loresse looked suddenly vulnerable, rejection causing tears to well. The young elf suddenly turned away, dashing away to leave a confused Delilah in her wake.

Erikkan came over a moment later, a broad smile forming over his lips as he saw Delilah awake, still staring after her absent friend. “I’m so glad you’re alright! That blow to the head you took was nasty. You’ve been out for hours!”

“Well, thank you for looking after me, Erikkan!” Delilah said distractedly, rising to give her now normal-sized friend a grateful hug as she continued to stare in the direction that Loresse had gone.

“Well, you should thank Loresse, not me! I don’t think she left your side for a moment after she wiped out that group of monsters.”

Delilah released the hug, cocking an eyebrow curiously as she examined Erikkan’s face. His expression was serious. He wasn’t joking. Loresse really had looked after her.

The young cleric thought of Loresse’s disappointed eyes as Delilah had apologized for kissing her. Did the beautiful young mage really still have feelings for her? Had she led the elf on?

If she had, she hadn’t meant to. It was just that her dreams of late had felt so real. So sensual. So deliciously erotic. Her body had been so incredibly aroused, her friend right there, her face so divinely beautiful, that she had simply acted.

The mere thought of the sensual dream fanned the embers still smoldering in Delilah’s loins, jags of intense feeling lancing through her battered body. The young cleric’s head began to pound with the jump in blood pressure, and she placed a hand to her wound, a sharp prickle of pain accompanying the probing touch.

Erikkan slung her pack over his shoulder, placing a calloused hand on her shoulder. “If you’re up for continuing onward, Delilah, I think that would probably be a good idea. The sooner we clear that temple, the sooner you’ll be able to reconnect with your goddess…”

“...and the sooner you’ll get paid!” Delilah finished for him, punctuating her words with a wry smile, knowing exactly what drove Erikkan’s true motivations.

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gave the cleric a slight bow of acknowledgement. Delilah laughed, nudging his broad shoulder before walking toward a distant Loresse.

As she neared the young mage, Loresse turned, the sight of the elven stunner making her heart flip, twisting her stomach into knots. The girl was just so unbelievably sexy, the feelings the elven girl inspired in her so strong as to be unnatural  Even Loresse’s robes seemed to be transforming, the neckline that used to be as high and as tight as a choker, now swooping fashionably down her down to reveal a daring expanse of well-formed cleavage. When combined with the dual slits that flashed heart-wrenchingly tantalizing glimpses of toned, tanned thigh with every step, Loresse’s strangely revealing garb left Delilah breathless with desire.

“How... are you... changing so much?!” Delilah demanded breathily even as she felt her body responding to her friend’s unbelievable beauty. “You look absolutely fucking incredible! You can’t tell me that’s natural. You can’t tell me it’s happening to all of us. Whatever’s going on with all of us, it has something to do with you!”

The expression on Loresse’s delicate features transformed from surprise to anger to delight to desire within the span of a second.

Her lips drawing more tightly together, the elven stunner determined not to answer the question from Delilah that still lingered in the evening air, the devastatingly gorgeous elf took two long-legged steps toward Delilah, slowly slipping her slender fingers behind Delilah’s head. Delilah felt the warm touch of Loresse’s soft digits slithering upward through her blonde tresses. She pulled her beautiful friend’s head toward her waiting lips, Delilah’s mouth delivering a tremulous exhale as it moved inexorably toward the wafting fragrance of Loresse’s knee-weakening form.

Erikkan’s eyes bulged with lascivious amazement as he watched the women’s mouths draw near until a bone-chilling sound tore away his entranced gaze.

A massive crash shook the ground, two painstakingly crafted stained glass windows dedicated to Astra’s glory jarring free of the temple’s cracked outer walls to shatter into a prismatic rainbow of glass shards at its foundation. The crystalline cacophony drew an ire-filled look from Loresse’s glimmering eyes. She was clearly irritated at the disruption to the consummation of the long-awaited kiss. Delilah was left in desperate anticipation with closed eyes and breathless, searching lips, even the crackles of nearby destruction insufficient to pry her attention away from the sensual vision before her.

The warrior and mage gaped for a long moment before the pair readied their weapons, the head of a massive black dragon rising dozens of feet above them.

“So it’s you,” said the dragon, cocking its scaled head as it regarded the sexy young mage with a cold, calculating gaze from its shimmering midnight eyes.

Erikkan startled, shaken by the way the dragon seemed to know Loresse.

“Do you know this beast, Loresse?” Erikkan asked, his eyes locked on the dragon before him.

Loresse didn’t answer, intently watching the dragon as it opened its mouth to speak again.

She didn’t wait for the creature’s next sentence, instead choosing that moment to strike.