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Re: Chapter 1
When she was led to the bed and Arwia confessed her bewilderment, Taya breathed a sigh of relief. The mistress had not flatly rejected her, but now she too was confused. Her eyes glanzed over the redhead's gorgeous figure, desire still inflamed in her heart.
There had been a time when Taya would never have dreamed of desiring a woman, but that was long ago, after years and years of rape and other mistreatment by men had worn at her soul.
When a mistress had first taken her to bed, the experience had been such a revelation to her, and though she had still had no choice in the matter, she had found the experience to be gentler and more forgiving on her own body than that of sex with men. The mistress had not given her any pleasure back. She had only expected to be pleasured. The mistress had corrected her firmly, yet patiently in the art of cunnilingus, having Taya serve not only the mistress but a long line of female slaves, so that she would learn the different tastes of women and how they could be made to climax with the application of her tongue.
Taya wanted to do that to Arwia now. She wanted to do it desperately, as a thanks and as her own choice. But the priestess' purity was becoming apparent to Taya, and now the slave wondered if years of torment had turned her into a lustful creature, the sort who would pressure a virgin like Arwia into a lewd act for selfish reasons.
"I... I suppose I don't know either," she answered Arwia, and sat beside her on the edge of the bed. "I know what I would like to do to you - with love and appreciation for your kindness. But if you do not desire me... then send me from your sight, for in my selfish moment, I have done wrong by you, and dared to push myself upon your chastity, as though a slave like me should be worthy of it."
Taya hung her head, and once again began to visibly revert into the meek woman she had been when she first entered the room.
However gentle the clasping of Arwia's hand over her wrist had been, it had still broken the apparent spell of courage that had swept over Taya for a precious few moments. She became aware of her indiscretion and how in a fleeting moment she had acted unlike she had in years of servitude - and doubt crept once again into her mind. She looked at Arwia cautiously and with worry in her eyes.Arwia felt her heart skip at Taya's bold advance when she saw that the girl was standing right behind her. She had thought the girl obedient, trained not even to move unless her masters so desired it, and to see that the girl, understanding that Arwia would not impose such force upon her, had taken to acting on her own, and advancing sexually towards her, was truly a surprise she did not expect.
Despite being told to become as calm and resolute as Taya herself, Arwia felt shaken, and even more so as Taya reached out to touch her sensually. She leaned back a little as their naked breasts came together, her breathing quickening as Taya's hand started to slide down her side. Her shaking stopped for a moment as the brown haired girl pleaded with her in a seductive whisper. Arwia's eyes softened as her gaze was sucked into Taya's own, staring back at the servant's stare, before her pupils went wide as her hands brushed along her nether lips.
Gasping, Arwia instinctively reached down with her own hand, and gripped at Taya's wrist gently. She gave a worried expression to her, her shifting causing their lips to brush along each other as she struggled to make sense of the various signals sent through her head. "Taya..." she whispered her name, taking some steps back, unknowingly leading both of them towards the bed.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Arwia blinked several times over as she proceeded to avert her eyes from Taya, lifting her other hand, opposite the one holding Taya's wrist, to brush a braid back behind her shoulder. "I-I'm so bewildered t-that I don't know what to do..." she stuttered, speaking quickly her confession to Taya.
When she was led to the bed and Arwia confessed her bewilderment, Taya breathed a sigh of relief. The mistress had not flatly rejected her, but now she too was confused. Her eyes glanzed over the redhead's gorgeous figure, desire still inflamed in her heart.
There had been a time when Taya would never have dreamed of desiring a woman, but that was long ago, after years and years of rape and other mistreatment by men had worn at her soul.
When a mistress had first taken her to bed, the experience had been such a revelation to her, and though she had still had no choice in the matter, she had found the experience to be gentler and more forgiving on her own body than that of sex with men. The mistress had not given her any pleasure back. She had only expected to be pleasured. The mistress had corrected her firmly, yet patiently in the art of cunnilingus, having Taya serve not only the mistress but a long line of female slaves, so that she would learn the different tastes of women and how they could be made to climax with the application of her tongue.
Taya wanted to do that to Arwia now. She wanted to do it desperately, as a thanks and as her own choice. But the priestess' purity was becoming apparent to Taya, and now the slave wondered if years of torment had turned her into a lustful creature, the sort who would pressure a virgin like Arwia into a lewd act for selfish reasons.
"I... I suppose I don't know either," she answered Arwia, and sat beside her on the edge of the bed. "I know what I would like to do to you - with love and appreciation for your kindness. But if you do not desire me... then send me from your sight, for in my selfish moment, I have done wrong by you, and dared to push myself upon your chastity, as though a slave like me should be worthy of it."
Taya hung her head, and once again began to visibly revert into the meek woman she had been when she first entered the room.