4. Chapter four
Chapter four:
~Keida~
I am a fool. And this is punishment from the goddess.
I sat on a carpet with my feet stretched out before me, toes currently strung up like prisoners in some sort of contraption while Lady Daphne Oliphante painted them.
Melrose sat in a chair behind me in the Oliphante family’s study, braiding my hair with many accessories.
The crackling fire made my thick, wool cleric’s robes itchy. Or maybe it’s being touched.
I am a fool. A desperate horny fool who kissed the Hierophant’s daughter and this is my punishment.
I kissed her. That was a thing that happened.
No, I didn’t just kiss her—I felt her up!
I put my hands on her body with no intention of stopping.
Her dress was delightfully soft, and I felt it shift as her tiny tail wagged fervently behind her.
Lips like clouds, skin so warm it burned, and the sound of her moan—OH!
I was definitely going to oblivion. I am in so much trouble. Avaris forgive me.
Had I not just sworn to keep my hands off her?
And there I went, shoving my tongue in her mouth and considering where else my tongue could go that would get those dulcet sounds to fill the air.
Melrose St. Augustine was inches from being twisted, pressed into that tree, then eaten like the festival dessert she was… and I am a fool!
I sat still and allowed my torture to continue without a single vocal otherwise. So, while the lacquer was drying on my toes, Lady Daphne took my hands and painted them too. “Why don’t clerics paint their nails?”
“Some do…I suppose.” I furrowed my brows. What do I know what others do with their fingers and toes? I hardly notice if anyone is wearing anything other than Melrose—don’t say that.
“But you do not?” Lady Daphne cocked her head, her gaze focusing on my palm against the pillow in her lap.
“I have other duties that require my full focus,” I confessed with as stern of a tone as I could manage.
“Mmm, like dusting rafters and carving candles?” Lady Daphne teased with a bemused smile crawling up on her lips.
“They are important tasks,” I countered.
“And boring. Any of your clergy men could do that, or better yet, the little ones who scurry around the grounds with nothing better to do. Why not enlist one of them to dust the rafters or carve the candles?” As Lady Daphne continued, I simply rolled my eyes and let her.
Those who did not know the inner workings of the church, much less the order, could blather on all they liked.
It didn’t bother me in the slightest. Especially given that Melrose chimed in to bicker with her friend for me.
It allowed me the chance to sit back and let them decorate my body.
My shoulders fell between Melrose’s soft thighs, and I did my best not to notice how satiny her fur was.
Only for me to see that on the inside of her right knee was a heart shaped spot.
I twisted an inch just to see it more and I heard her sweet giggle behind me.
“Yes?”
“Your spot,” I blurted out, nodding at it.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot they’re there. Mom used to call them my freckles, they’re all the way up my leg.
” She shifted her dress more to show off the trail of spots up her leg.
My gaze, lecherous and untamed, traveled up the seam of her thigh.
Where, normally, I would see small cotton clothes covering her from the tops of her thighs to her hips.
My heart fluttered at the idea of seeing whatever cutesy silk she used to cover herself…
only, I found no such fabric. She’s not wearing underwear.
It made my blood pressure spike within my veins, and I twisted right back forward.
She’s not wearing small clothes! My stomach filled with traitorous butterflies.
As Lady Daphne fanned my fingernails rapidly and Melrose finished with my hair, I continuously returned to the salacious image.
What if I just… I reimagined out kiss at the tree but without her dress. Having my bare palms against her skin, her hoof hiked up on a root, her warmth pressed against my thigh. My fantasy made my clothes extra hot and itchy.
A soft mewl broke my panicked machinations. Lady Daphne gasped, climbing to her feet. “They must need food. I’ll be back.”
I followed the Lady Oliphante out of the room with my eyes before finally landing my gaze on the object of my desires. Melrose’ gaze was lingering on the doorway, a bemused smile on her lips. Lips I kissed.
No! No! The goddess is frowning upon you!
I shifted slowly onto my knees; my stomach pressed against the edge of the chair cushion. Melrose returned those warm, brown eyes to lock with mine. She arched a brow, “Are you alright, Keida?”
“Do you think my nails are dry?” I asked.
She beamed, taking up my palms in her lap to inspect them. Brushing her fingertips over my nails, once lightly, then the second time more firmly, she hummed. “Very.”
“Good,” I growled, snatching them back. Her eyes widened on her face as I pushed from the floor, hooking the back of her knees with mine. Melrose sank into the chair, and my hands pushed her skirt all the way up onto her waist. My sweet troublemaker was speechless as I harrumphed. “I knew it.”
I stared at naked thighs, bare hips, and a pink lipped cunt exposed to the crackling fire light.
Melrose was fluffy like a doe from her hoof to her hips.
But at the apex of her thighs, much like my own, a needy cunt sparkled with desire.
Warmth crept up the back of my spine, making icicles melt off the back of my scalp.
“Care to explain why you’re not wearing small clothes?
” I breathed, my hands roaming from her bowed knees up to her hips.
My thumbs brushed against her folds and Melrose whimpered.
Her eyes fluttered closed and wicked pride surged within my chest. Goddess forgive me.
No, goddess you probably wouldn’t disapprove.
May the Hierophant grant me mercy when he kills me for this.
Cardinal Janus, pray for me, you were right…
“Do you know how hard it is to find any that wouldn’t show with the dress?” She whined.
“So, you let me drag you all over this kingdom?” I reached over her to drag the front of her dress down.
Low and behold, her tits were also as uncovered as her cunt.
My insides clenched up and I did my best not to immediately put her cute, brownish mauve nipples in my mouth.
One hand to her curls, tracing that damp slit of hers, the other circling one of those precious nipples with the pad of my thumb, I was ruined.
I wanted Melrose carnally and there was no reasoning with myself.
“Wearing only an inch of silk over all of your body?”
A flirty, breathy laugh escaped her lips, and I rewarded it with a pinch of her nipple. It hardened at my touch. Melrose finally cracked her eyes back open to gaze at me. “You said I like to flirt with danger.”
“Troublemaker,” I chided. Spreading my fingers against her slit, opening her up to me, I caught the tremble rolling down her body. “Why?”
“Wishful thinking?” she mused with a light shrug.
“You did all of this on a prayer that someone would notice you without them?” I squinted at her.
“Not just someone,” she trailed off, gaze falling to where my knees kept hers propped open wide. She means me. My heart skipped a beat as I leaned over her. We shouldn’t do this here. We shouldn’t do this AT ALL! But there I was, shaking my head as I grew closer to her lips.
“We shouldn’t.” I captured her lips, swallowing down the moan that rumbled up my throat. I pressed two fingers deep into her. Coated in warm, wet delight, I slowly stroked her soft walls till I had her hips rocking off the chair.
She broke the kiss with a gasp. “Then why are your fingers buried inside me?”
“Because I’m a glutton for punishment.” The words left my throat, raspy and choppy.
I had to suck down air, only tasting her as I quickened my thrusts into her.
Curling my fingers, I watched her face for the moment I found her sweet spot.
It didn’t take long till I struck it and was forced to capture her mouth again to keep her quiet.
She kissed me roughly, hands tangled in the front of my robes.
Her legs trembled over the arms of the chair.
The lewd, wet sounds of my fingers fucking her were muffled by the creaking of the chair and the snapping of wood in the fireplace.
I tugged on her lower lip, dragging it with my teeth till it popped out of my grasp, puffy and red.
Her face was toasted red. I savored the glaze that coated her honeyed gaze as she stared up at me.
Panting, she moved her mouth like she wanted to speak, but nothing but ragged breath passed between us.
Then her head snapped back and her body grew tense.
I abused that sweet spot of hers, fucking it mercilessly till her hips bucked off the chair one last time.
Warm delight flooded out between my fingers and soaked down to my knuckles.
I curled and twisted and pressed my fingers in her till I’d wrung every flutter of her walls from her body.
And only once she sagged back against the chair did I stop.
I sat up straighter, pulling my dripping digits from her warmth. Melrose slapped her hands over her mouth as I licked my fingers clean.
“All fed!” Lady Daphne’s sing-songy voice echoed from the hall beyond the study.
The click clack of heels walking across marble forced me to move quickly.
I dragged her dress back into place on her body and dropped back onto the floor in front of her knees.
Heart hammering against my jugular, all I could hear was the roar of it.
I’m in so much trouble. I am in deeeeeeeep trouble.
I just finger fucked the Hierophant’s daughter…and I was pretty sure if I didn’t change my ways, I was going to do it again before the festivities were up.
Avaris preserve me.