Title: Winter, Part 2 Keywords: FF mast cons fantasy, g ds nc Amaranth knelt nude on the cold stone altar in the darkened temple with her long black hair gathered over her shoulder to expose the pale skin of her smooth back to the high priestess behind her. The young woman's chin pressed into her chest and her eyes stayed closed. She kept her hands on her spread knees with the palms open and exposed. The older woman, who dressed in a crimson loin cloth and wore ornate jewelry, painted intricate patterns on the younger woman's back in what looked like black ink. "How much longer?" Amaranth asked. The older woman, Sister Lita who appeared to the young Amaranth to be no older than thirty, dipped her brush into the icy ink again and brought the soft bristles to the young woman's skin. "Another week, perhaps two." She said as she painted yet more delicate lines on the young woman's flesh. "I mean for this pose, sister." Amaranth said. "My back hurts from holding it." Sister Lita huffed, her cold breath chilled the wet ink on Amaranth's skin. She set the brush down and put the cover on the ink pot. "We can take a short break." Amaranth pulled herself forward and gently eased her legs off the altar. She cautiously let herself down to the marble floor of the temple. "Doing the front isn't going to be any easier, is it?" Sister Lita walked to a cresset to ignite the fuel it held for some more light. "This is the first day of preparation for your dedication - it takes three days to make every mark." She smirked. "Longer if you take breaks." "You had to kneel through that for three days?" Amaranth asked while bending over to stretch. Lita bit her lip as she gazed at the young woman from behind - Amaranth had been shaved of all hair but that on her head, and Lita found the look of a hairless woman intoxicating. "I had six priestesses prepare my body." Lita said. "It took less than a day." Amaranth stood up and lifted her hands high above her head in a continued stretch. She turned to look at Lita, and when she noticed how the older priest was looking at her, the twenty-one-year-old woman struck a seductive pose with her hands on her hips. "Why isn't anyone else helping then?" Lita sighed. "Sister Amaranth, because no other priestesses wished to endorse you." She walked over and put her hands on the younger woman's shoulders. "If you spent more time at the temple, you might have more support." Lita leaned in and kissed Amaranth's forehead. "I don't think they like your wife very much, either." The younger woman leaned in against Lita and wrapped her arms around her. She sighed softly. "I'm not going to leave Calia." "We should get back to work." Lita said. She stepped away from Amaranth and returned to the altar. She placed a pillow on the cold stone. The young woman climbed onto the altar and resumed her pose; she knelt with her thighs spread wide and her hands on her knees. Lita opened her ink pot and knelt on the floor in front of Amaranth. She dipped the brush in the ink and traced the fine tip bristles along Amaranth's smooth mound. Amaranth's shoulders tensed and a shiver shot up her spine. "I thought we were going to do that last." Lita rested her chin on the edge of the altar for stability and gazed directly into Amaranth's lips. "I changed my mind." Amaranth bit her lip. "If you are painting there, does that mean I can't..." "The ink bonds with your skin once its dry. It never comes off or smears." Lita said in a monotone. Her focus was on the work being carried out with her right hand, while her left hand slid under her own loin cloth. "I still bare my marks, but you won't be able to see them until after the ritual." Amaranth's knees twitched as Lita's brush tickled her lips. Lita smirked and continued to trace the patterns over the young woman's labia. After a moment of painting, Lita set the brush down and leaned in. She pursed her lips and blew gently across Amaranth's pussy. Amaranth dropped her hands from her lap to grip the edge of the altar. She let out a small whimper; the moisture of the ink evaporated only to be replaced by the moisture of her arousal. Lita looked up at Amaranth with a grin before she leaned further in and flicked her tongue over the young woman's hood. She took Amaranth's hands in her own and returned them to the young woman's knees as her tongue traced slowly along Amaranth's slit. Amaranth rolled her hips slightly and pushed her pussy against the teasing tongue. Her little nub throbbed, pushed her hood up as it grew, and exposed itself to the older priestess. Lita lifted her chin and circled her tongue slowly around Amaranth's clit. Amaranth let out a low moan and turned her hands over; she dug her nails into the flesh of her thigh for lack of anything else she would be allowed to do. "In me." She pleadingly whimpered. "Please." Lita kept her tongue moving in the same slow circle around Amaranth's clit as her hands slid up the inside of the younger's thighs. She turned her hand and pressed two fingers against Amaranths opening. She teased the muscle there for a moment before she plunged her fingers in - an action that elicited a loud pleasured cry from the posed woman. Amaranth panted slowly and a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead; she rocked her hips to fuck Lita's fingers. Lita lifted her free hand to Amaranth's hips and firmly pushed the young woman down and held her in place. She thrust her fingers inside Amaranth's pussy and wrapped her lips around your clit. She touched her teeth to the young woman's nub and hummed. The muscles of Amaranth's belly clenched and pulled her over; she doubled over from the building pleasure in her loins. Her pussy tightened on the fingers that thrust in her and her hips fought against Lita's restraining hand. Every breath was laced with whimpers and moans. Lita pulled her mouth away from Amaranth's pussy and slowed her fingers down. The young woman almost wept in frustration when Lita stopped pleasuring her. "I can't let you climax until the ritual." Lita said. "I can keep you on edge as much as I like though." Amaranth tried to pull her hips away from Lita's fingers. "That's cruel." She whined. Lita leaned in and licked the wet from Amaranth's slit; she picked up the brush again, and with her other hand spread the younger woman's lips. Lita's brush slowly painted along the inside of Amaranth's lips slit. "If you think keeping you on edge is cruel, you are going to have a rude awakening at the ritual." Amaranth took a deep breath through her nose and focused her mind on not moving - even with the stimulation of her sensitive flesh by Lita's brush. "What was it like for you? The ritual." She asked. "Sit flatten your belly." Lita instructed. Amaranth straightened her spine which stretched the skin of her belly enough for Lita. "You've studied the texts just as much as everyone else." Lita said while she laid out the basics of the patterns on Amaranth's smooth skin. "I know what will happen up until the point I'm tied to... this." Amaranth said and nodded down to the stone altar on which she knelt. Lita climbed onto the altar. She placed her knees between Amaranth's and leaned in to scrutinize the younger woman's face. She brushed hair out of Amaranth's face and began the process of blocking in the designs on the younger woman's face in the black ink. "That is something that will be different for you than for me, or anyone else for that matter." She pulled the brush away from Amaranth's skin. "Eyes now, or do you want that to be last?" "Do them now." Amaranth answered. "That's the only part of the ritual I'm scared of." Lita reached up and placed her hand on Amaranth's face; she spread the younger woman's eye lids and slowly brought the soft bristles to touch Amaranth's eyes. She painted a very small pattern of ink on Amaranth's eye ball while she struggled not to move her eye or pull away. The black ink blotted out the young woman's vision in one eye before Lita did the same to the other. "Opening yourself up for judgement by our twin mothers is scary. You shouldn't worry too much about it though." She leaned forward and gently blew into Amaranth's eyes to dry the ink and let the young woman blink. "Can you see?" Lita asked. She dipped the brush in the ink and brought it back to Amaranth's face. She painted small intricate patterns on the younger girl's forehead - the beginning of the detail work. "No. It's unsettling." The young woman said. "What would make your more comfortable?" Lita asked. She gripped Amaranth's shoulders and leaned her working arm against it for support while inking Amaranth's skin. Amaranth smirked. "Sex. Lots of sex." She responded sarcastically. Lita pursed her lips and blew a stray hair out of the way. "Feel free to touch yourself, but if you climax, I have to start over." She paused. "And that means burning off the top layer of your skin." Amaranth moved her hand from her knee and gently stroked her lips with her fingertips. "I think I'd like to talk, too?" Lita took her time to draw a series of patterns where Amaranth's eyebrow used to be. "What would you like to talk about?" Amaranth eased a finger into her pussy and slowly thrust; she let out a soft sigh. "When you joined the church?" "I was born in the temple." Lita said. "I spent my entire life here in service of our twin mothers." She turned Amaranth's head to do the same detail work above her other eye. "How did you come to join?" Amaranth closed her eyes, not that it meant much while blinded by the ink. She rubbed her thumb gently over her sensitive nub while her fingers continued to slowly thrust in herself. "I was tithed to the temple by my mother when I was... four." She let out a small pleasured sigh. "I was confirmed and began my service that day." Lita moved closer. She straddled Amaranth's thighs and pinned the younger woman's hand against her pussy. She put down her brush and picked up a knife. She slowly dragged the blade along Amaranth's hair line. "I have to make just a little more room." She said. "You were confirmed at four? That must have hurt." "The temple priestess at the time, I cannot recall her name, did it in her chambers. Only eight of the sisters took part. It hurt so bad when they ripped me open with their foci. They just kept shoving it in for hours." Amaranth recounted. The back of her hand brushed against Lita's lightly-clad mound as she continued to finger herself. "They were really nice to me, even when doing that." "And you began your service right away? In what part of the temple?" Lita said. She put the knife down and resumed the detailed inking of Amaranth's forehead. She reached down with her other hand and pulled Amaranth's fingers out of her pussy. "Slower. Just rub." She instructed. Amaranth nodded, an action which annoyed Lita. Her fingertips flicked slowly across her own wet lip. "I was a temple prostitute. I worked that day, and every day, until the ascension rite." She smiled. "I miss that sometimes - man and woman after man and woman, coming to me and atoning." "The pleasures of being a cleric of the goddesses of sexual commerce." Lita started. "... Amongst other things." They said in unison. "I never did that. I was a chamber girl for the high priestess until my ascension rite. She never shared me, and for that sin she constantly atoned to me." Lita said with a smirk. "My jaw hurt every night from her atonement." "You don't have a chamber girl?" Amaranth asked. She turned her hand over and instead of pleasuring herself, she rubbed the red silk cloth of Lita's loin cloth into the older woman's lips. Lita sucked on her teeth at the sudden inrush of pleasurable sensations. "Our twin mothers thought it better to bless me with the priesthood of this temple." She lowered her hands from Amaranth's head and held onto the younger woman's shoulders. Her hips slowly rocked against the young woman's fingers. "Is this too distracting?" Amaranth asked; her fingers pressed the cloth between Lita's lips. Lita nodded, then remembered that Amaranth couldn't see. "Yes, it is?" "Do you want me to stop?" Amaranth asked. "No." Lita sighed out. Amaranth lifted her hand and felt her way around the waist-chain that held the cloth to her mentor. She traced the chain around to Lita's hip and unclasped it - the thin cloth fell between Lita's thighs. Lita took the back of Amaranth's hand and guided it between her legs. The younger woman pressed her palm to Lita's mound and stroked her finger's between the temple priestess' lips. Amaranth pressed two fingers into Lita's pussy, the pads of her fingertips flicked against the rough patch on Lita's front wall while they slowly thrust inside. Her length of her thumb stroked against the hot nub of Lita's clit. She leaned forward and blindly pressed her pursed lips against Lita's flesh; she hit the priestess' cheek and kissed her way to Lita's lips. Lita wrapped her hand around the back of Amaranth's head and opened her mouth for the kiss. She let out a small moan into Amaranth's mouth. Her free hand held the back of the young woman's hand and guided her rhythm; she pushed Amaranth's fingers in deeper and harder. Amaranth's free hand held Lita just above her ass; her fingernails lightly scratched from Lita's ass crack to between her shoulder blades. Lita broke the kiss to let out a louder moan. Her back arched away from Amaranth's sharp fingernails which pressed their chests together. Her pussy tightened around the young woman's fingers. Amaranth didn't show the cruelty that Lita did an hour prior; her fingers continued inside Lita - she drew out the older woman's climax which came accompanied by a loud high pitch cry of joy. Lita reached down and pulled Amaranth's hand from her pussy and brought it up to her lips; the older woman licked the juices from Amaranth's fingers. Her sweat dripped onto Amaranths body. She slid from the young woman's lap and started to pat her dry with a towel. "If we keep doing this, it will take me a week to get you ready." Amaranth moved her hand back to her knee and resumed her pose. "I don't have that much of a problem with that."