Fit for a Goddess - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“How are you doing that?” asked Delilah, cocking an eyebrow at her friend as the two of them packed up the tents.

“Doing what?” asked Loresse, shaking out a dark mane of shimmering hair, so utterly black that it looked as if a pool of thick, black ink had been poured over the young elf’s head.

“Getting your hair to look so amazing!” Delilah ran her fingers through her own stringy mess, sighing as she wished again for an opportunity to bathe.

The beautiful elf shrugged nonchalantly, rolling up the fabric and stuffing it into her pack. “Not really doing anything differently with my hair than I am with the rest of my body…”

Her friend’s words made Delilah’s gaze descend the other girl’s robed figure. It was difficult to truly see the shape of her body, cloaked as it was by the voluminous folds of fabric, but the young cleric could swear that the swell of the girl’s chest was more pronounced and the hem higher above the elf’s slender ankles than it had been yesterday.

“Well, what are you doing with the rest of your body, then?” Delilah joked. “Because it’s looking pretty lush under those robes of yours too!”

Loresse gave the cleric a pointed stare, her face seeming more finely featured than Delilah had ever noticed before. Delilah suddenly realized that her pretty friend had become downright beautiful. When had that happened?

The young mage seemed to consider the cleric’s words, giving her friend a cryptic smile before stalking off.

Delilah’s brows furrowed. That had been… odd. She had expected her friend to make some sort of sarcastic quip, but instead had gotten a distinctly out-of-character reaction. A sultry smile? The young blonde cleric filed the information away to ponder later.

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That evening, as the sun dipped behind the distant hills, the threesome rounded a bend to find the Six Geese Inn that they’d been seeking—the place from which the call had gone out for adventurers to assist the Goddess Astra. Delilah’s goddess.

Her eyes alight with eager anticipation of a warm bath and a hot meal, Delilah’s pace quickened, the young cleric hustling toward the stone and timber structure, wood smoke billowing from its tall, spindly chimney. Normally, she left Loresse struggling to keep up when she rushed, courtesy of her longer legs, but this time, Loresse had no trouble matching her pace.

Delilah burst inside the door, expecting to find a tavern full of drinking, laughing patrons. Instead, however, she found a makeshift infirmary. Bandaged adventurers lay moaning on the floor.

“What happened here?!” the blonde cleric gasped, her eyes wide as they surveyed the injured people.

A harried barmaid responded. “An attack by a huge group of monsters did most o’ the damage. These brave souls attempted to wrest the Temple of Astra from their control, heeding the goddess’ call for assistance. This be all that’s left of their number.”

Her eyes glassy with emotion for all that these people had suffered in the effort to free the temple of her goddess, Delilah’s jaw tensed with determination, and she marched over to a group of the most gravely injured and set about healing them. Her healing spells flared to life with the same orange, flickering glow that she’d noticed tinting all of her magic of late. This time, however, her spells seemed more powerful, able to make stab wounds and deep cuts heal over as if they had never existed, leaving nary a scar.

She healed all dozen adventurers before tiring, the attendant barmaid astonished at her ability.

“Blessed be! You must be one of the most accomplished healers in all the realm!” the wide-eyed girl exclaimed, passing by Delilah as she helped the healed parties to their feet to take them to rooms in the inn above.

“Well, I guess Astra must have inspired me. I’ve never healed so many all at once before!” Delilah replied, only now realizing just how much she’d accomplished as she surveyed the now-empty room with tired eyes.

“Well, why don’t you retire to the baths and get some well-earned sleep, milady,” said the maid, tossing her a key. “Your mates is upstairs, already in bed, I’d wager. You should join them. You’ve done more than your fair share this evenin’!”

Delilah nodded, truly feeling the strain of the extensive use of magic for the first time that evening and deciding to take the woman’s advice.

Entering the ladies’ bathing room, she found a free tub filled with fresh, steaming water, stripped off her armor and slipped her sore, knotted calf under the bubbling, soapy surface. Finding the water a pleasant, comfortable temperature, she quickly submerged the rest of her body, rubbing her sore muscles and grime-covered skin until it was finally cleaned of the dust and dirt of travel and the blood and soot of combat.

Quietly using her key to open her party’s room, the young cleric set her clothing inside the door of her party’s room and, creeping softly over the creaky wooden planks in the darkness, found a place on the bed next to Loresse. Erikkan snored from a small pile of hay in the corner. Delilah pulled the warm covers to her chin, then let her eyes close, the heady scent of Loresse’s perfumed body lulling her instantly into a deep, fitful sleep.

Delilah’s dreams that night were erotic. She saw the same wall of flame she’d envisioned during her meditation the previous night, but this time the silhouette of a perfect, nude female body emerged from the flames, its face shrouded in rich, sumptuous darkness.

The woman’s long, lush tresses seemed to float around her head, drifting and swirling in mesmerizing patterns as she approached an awestruck Delilah. High and proud on the mysterious woman’s long, lean body, her breasts were achingly perfect, swelling dramatically above a taut, firm stomach. Delilah felt her mouth go dry as her wide-eyed gaze followed the narrow, inward taper of the woman’s tiny waist, the voluptuous swells of her ample hips, the endless journey down long, toned thighs and shapely calves.

The woman’s fingers slithered through Delilah’s blonde hair, her features still strangely hidden from view. Delilah could feel the heat of the other woman’s body, so close to her own. She could sense the fire in the woman’s sensual touch. The feel of the other woman’s body was overwhelmingly seductive as her curvaceous flesh pressed against Delilah’s trembling body. The contact with the woman’s succulent form sent a thrill of erotic exhilaration through Delilah’s heart as her shockingly sexy curves continued to mold themselves to the cleric’s suddenly bare skin.

Delilah woke suddenly, her tanned skin covered in a light sheen of perspiration as the dazed blond attempted to regain her bearings. At the same moment, Loresse entered the room clad in nothing but a towel.

Delilah gasped, unprepared for the vision that was her friend’s body, still reeling from the raw sensuality of her salacious dream.

The young elf was absolutely stunning, her body tight, toned, and luscious. Loresse had always been so slender it was easy to think of her friend as more of an adolescent than a young woman. No one would make that mistake now. The terrycloth towel barely covered enough to meet modesty’s needs, her full breasts bulging over the top of the tight knot, almost the entire length of her silky thighs visible as they emerged from her bottom of the damp fabric’s flowing caress. Delilah’s wandering eyes widened further as she saw the staggeringly perfect lower slopes of Loresse’s smooth, shapely derriere emerging from the shifting cloth that couldn’t quite contain its elegantly flowing arc.

The cleric’s lips trembled as her eyes moved upward to find Loresse’s dark, glimmering eyes.

Loresse’s face was every bit as breathtaking as her sublimely sexy body! Delilah had never seen anyone with delicately sculpted features so utterly exquisite. Her friend was absolutely ravishing, her long, dark hair luxuriant, even in its still-damp state as its thick tresses curled over the swells and valleys of the young elf’s sleekly muscled back.

“L-Loresse?” Delilah stammered, too awestruck to manage any words aside from the elven mage’s name.

Loresse turned to the blonde cleric, her dark eyes twinkling as the soft swells of her rose-colored lips turned upward in a suggestive smile.

“Yes, Delilah?” The gorgeous mage’s voice was rich, a subtle infusion of sensuality allowing it to fill the room with a velvetine rasp that sent shivers down Delilah’s spine.

The alluring mage turned, the movement tensing the firm muscles of her succulent thighs in a torturously tantalizing way that had Delilah licking her lips, the young cleric’s nether regions warming with the rushing heat of intense, sexual attraction. The blonde cleric had never felt this way around any mortal before—only in the divine presence of her ethereal goddess. And Astra’s presence exuded a certain coolness, completely unlike the torrid, rippling heat of Loresse’s searing sensuality.

“Did you have a pleasant dream last night?” The mage asked her dazed friend, a knowing look in her saturnine eyes.

Delilah felt her cheeks flush crimson, her eyes dropping, unable to meet her friend’s gaze as the memory of her intense attraction to the mysterious woman from her dreams crashed over her consciousness once again. Her eyes focusing on her own chest, the blonde cleric noticed her nipples poking through her thin nightshirt, quickly pulling the blankets up to her chin to cover them in her embarrassment.

Loresse smirked at her friend’s nonverbal response to her pointed question, then proceeded to the small pile of scarlet clothes in the corner of the room, turning her back toward Delilah as she dropped the damp towel to the floor.

Acres of perfect flesh were suddenly revealed to Delilah’s trembling eyes. Loresse’s sculpted back and shapely backside looked firm and smooth, its heart-like shape voluptuous and dramatic as it flowed sinuously over interminable legs that now looked even longer than Delilah’s own, in spite of Loresse’s shorter height.

Delilah felt moisture trickle the hot interior of her inner thighs. Since when had Loresse had a body like that!

Delilah’s open-mouthed ogling was suddenly cut short by a billow of heavy red fabric as it fell like the sumptuous curtain of an ornate stage over the beguiling majesty of Loresse’s incredible body. Startled back into reality, Delilah attempted to regain control of her suddenly surging desires as Loresse pulled her raven tresses from inside the bulky cloak to let them drop in a tumbling cascade over its flattened hood.

Even with Loresse’s body obscured by the robes, Delilah could make out the changes in the young elf’s appearance. The fabric at the chest drew taut over the full swells of her luscious breasts. Six inches of her sleek legs emerged from the bottom hem of her robes as her garment rode higher on their significantly longer length.

Loresse turned to the side, catching a glimpse of Delilah’s appreciative stare. “Oh, Delilah. I thought you only had eyes for your goddess...” the raven-haired mage said in a soft, amused voice. Its sultry undertones again sent a burst of sensual excitement though Delilah.

The mage didn’t wait for a response this time, slowly turning to gracefully stride across the room and out the door, as if to give her friend one last look of her elegant, curvaceous body as she glided past.

Delilah’s head fell to the pillow, her body still overwhelmingly aroused by the sight of her supremely sexy friend. Erikkan stirred in the corner, finally rousing from his slumber as the cleric squirmed beneath the covers.

“Erikkan?” Delilah’s voice came out hesitant, timid. “Have you noticed any changes in Loresse? Is she becoming… prettier?”

Erikkan laughed as he rose, tugging off his clothes for his own trip to the baths as he turned to give Delilah an appreciative look. “Don’t worry. You look very pretty too, all cleaned up with a bath and whatnot!”

He laughed again as he left the room, leaving Delilah lying in bed, still trembling and frustrated at Erikkan’s obliviousness, at her inability to connect with her goddess, and at her rapidly burgeoning—and slightly troubling—attraction to Loresse.