Title: Winter, Part 3 Keywords: Ff mast fantasy The crackle of burning sapwood gently woke Naomi from her sleep to discover the bed was otherwise empty. A heavy robe had been laid across her legs over the covers. She pulled the robe under the covers and wiggled herself into it before she slipped from the bed. She walked into the other room and stood by the warm fire. She could see her host through the window; Calia sat naked in the snow. Calia stood from the mound of snow she built around herself and turned around. She smiled when she saw Naomi through the window. She quickly brushed the clinging snow from her flesh and returned to the small home. "Good morning." She said as she entered. Naomi sat by the fire and warmed her hands. She pulled the robe tight to her skin. "How long did I sleep?" She asked as she looked at the sun high in the sky. "A few hours longer than I did." Calia said. She picked up her thin - nearly transparent - white dress from the table and pulled it onto her body. "You needed the sleep." She turned to face Naomi. "How does that fit?" Naomi's eyes traced the form fitting dress from Calia's calves to her chest. "It looks like it fit's you well." Calia glared at Naomi through slit eyes. "I was talking about the robe." She said. "It's a little big but not by much." Naomi said. She smiled up at Calia "Thank you." "Don't thank me, it's my wife's." Calia said with a small smirk. She went into the bed chamber and rummaged around loudly for several minutes. She came out of the bedroom with several armfuls of clothing - a large amount only by virtue of Calia's diminutive stature. She dropped them unceremoniously on the floor by the fire. "You should dress; we need to go into town while the weather is clear." Naomi bent down and riffled through the pile of clothing - it was a mix of her own and many unfamiliar items. She shrugged off the robe and began dressing herself, first with her corset and leggings. She picked up a heavy coat with a bit of a strained groan - the coat was leather with metal plating riveted inside it. Her eyes locked on a curious heraldic crest. "This belonged to a royal guard." "It belongs to a royal guard; my wife." Calia called from the bedchamber. "I thought you said your wife was a priest?" Naomi asked as she pulled the heavy armored coat over her shoulders. Calia walked out of the bedchamber wearing the same sheer dress as before, a light cloak and a pair of boots. "She is. Priests make formidable knights and soldiers." "Am I going to get in trouble for wearing a royal crest?" Naomi asked as she pulled on the rest of her outfit. Calia chuckled and shook her head. "I highly doubt it." She took a small bag, placed a small book and coin purse in it, and slung it around her neck and shoulder. "Do you know how to use arms?" "It's been quite a while since I've had to." Naomi asked as she stood, fully dressed, armored, and wrapped in a cloak. Calia pointed to a sword sheathed and mounted above the mantel. The young woman took the weapon off its hooks and hung it from her side. "It's lighter than it looks." "Don't get used to it. She might actually get upset about you using her weapon." Calia said. She walked to the door and looked at Naomi. "Are you ready? The walk is several hours." Naomi nodded and walked towards the door. The women left the small house and began their trek into town. Calia had exaggerated the time the journey would take, at least in Naomi's opinion. It took three hours for the pair to walk from the small home to the town. The temperature changed dramatically in their travels; snow and ice gave way to hardy grasses and finally plowed fields. The wastes gave way to habitable lands. They encountered few people on the way, all of which were light skinned farmers with subtly pointed ears, just like Calia's - though none dressed with such flagrant sexuality as Calia. "Returning with provisions is going to be difficult." Naomi said as they approached the gate in the wooden wall around the town. "We have already spent half the day walking." She continued and pointed to the sun high in the sky. "I don't plan on going back tonight." Calia said. Two town guards stood by the gate. Naomi expected to be stopped and hassled or to have a toll exacted, but the guards simply stood aside and bowed their head. Naomi looked at Calia quizzically but the older woman ignored her. "They usually don't let me into towns." Naomi whispered. "And if you were not with me, and did not wear that coat, they probably wouldn't have let you in." Calia whispered back. She walked past all the shops on the main street and directly to a large stone house. Naomi looked at Calia for a long moment. "Who are you?" she asked in a whisper. Calia shot Naomi a look and stepped into the home. When both were inside, she closed the door. "You know my name." "I know what you have told me. I am from quite far away and have wandered for years. I know you have at least a trace of nobility simply by having a family name, but that is all." Naomi said. She shrugged off the heavy armor coat and held it. Calia's body dripped sweat; her drenched dress clung to her and revealed everything not hidden under her light cloak. She sighed and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger. "I'm a princess; the sovereign of this town and the surrounding lands, including the wastes. Now, everyone here knows this - they also know I spend most of my time at my retreat to avoid much of the reginal formality I loathe." Naomi looked down at the crest on the borrowed coat in her hands. "I understand, I think." She said and looked back up at Calia. "What does this mean of me?" Calia shrugged off her cloak and hung it on a hook. She took Naomi's coat and laid it on the floor. "If you have any trace of high breeding, you would be a royal concubine, if not... you're just the woman I sleep with." She said with a sigh. "And Amaranth, my wife, is a lady of the house, and I have a royal mate - a male that I have bred with. And I would like to just enjoy the evening and not think about my sovereign duties." "You're sweating through your clothing." Naomi said. She went to the fireplace and worked to start a small fire. She thought for several minutes about what Calia had said. Calia pulled her dress off and hung it on the back of a chair. "My father is a chieftain." She mused aloud. Calia knelt next to Naomi and stopped the young woman's hands. The pale skinned woman whispered a few words and motioned with her fingers; the fuel logs in the fireplace ignited. "Why were you banished?" She asked. Naomi sat back on the wooden floor. "I refused to marry the chieftain of a neighboring village." She scoffed. "He wanted me to marry a man with grandchildren older than me." "I have great grandchildren older than you." Calia said with a smirk. "But you are not old... not for your people, at least." Naomi said. She looked over at Calia and began unbuckling her corset. "I know what it's like to not have a choice in your destiny. I endured it, and you might have too." Calia said. She stroked over Naomi's bare shoulder while she watched the young woman undress. "Choosing to be a concubine would remove that choice in the future." "Do I have a choice in if I am to be your concubine?" Naomi asked. She reached between her thighs and unbound the front and back of her corset as to not need to stand to remove it. "If I had never brought you here, and you had not been seen by the city guards wearing my crest, then you would." Calia said and then sighed. "A crest I insisted that you wear. I apologize for that." "If we are honest, I didn't have a choice the moment I stepped into your retreat." Naomi said. She laid back and opened her legs slightly. Calia laid back then rolled over to straddle one of Naomi's thighs. She looked down at the young woman and shook her head with a knowing smile curled on her lips. "I don't regret it." Naomi nervously said. Calia pressed her lips to Naomi's and held the kiss for a long moment. The older woman's hands traced down Naomi's arms to the young woman's wrists and gripped them. She pulled the young woman's hands above her head and pinned them there in her tight grip. Calia broke the kiss and grinned down at Naomi; the young woman's teeth chattered with her nervousness. "What's wrong?" Calia asked; her expression turned from playfulness to concern. "This is all... new." Naomi said. She tried to tug her wrists free of Calia's grip but the woman's strength was too great. "Just think of it like touching yourself, just with someone else there." Calia offered in a comforting tone. Naomi averted her eyes. Calia's shoulders slumped and her elbows fell on either side of Naomi's chest. "You haven't touched yourself, have you?" Naomi shook her head. Calia released the young woman's wrists and rolled off of her. She sat up and leaned against the wall. "Come here." She instructed and patted her lap. Naomi pulled herself to her knees only long enough to turn around and sit back in Calia's lap. Calia turned the young woman slightly so she could wrap Naomi's arm across her shoulders. She kissed the side of Naomi's breast once and laid one hand in the young woman's lap, the other supported Naomi's back. Naomi laughed nervously at the situation. Her averted eyes searched the room for anything to focus on but found nothing. "Your skin is cold." She said. She instantly blushed from the embarrassment of saying the obvious again. "It is. Whenever you're ready, we can start." Calia said with a little smile and chuckle. "What exactly are we doing?" Naomi asked. She took a few deep breaths to calm down. Her legs opened slightly more and Calia's hand stroked her inner thigh softly. "You are going to learn how to please yourself." Calia said. "Gods know, if you can't do that, you can't possibly please someone else." Calia took Naomi's hand and guided it to the young woman's warm mound. Naomi cupped her hand against her mound, and held her own lips. "Just feel around to get used to your own body." Calia instructed. "You can't do this wrong, just make yourself feel good." "I like what you did last night." Naomi said. She probed at her lips aimlessly with her fingertips. "This feels so naughty, like I'm not supposed to be doing this." "I am going to make a wild guess and say that your tribe or village worshiped a god of abstinence." Calia said while kissing the side of Naomi's breast. She held her hand free of Naomi's lap to let her explore her own body free of intrusion - she moved her hand to the young woman's belly. Naomi nodded at Calia's comments and spread her own lips with her fingertips. "I'm not particularly religious - I haven't devoted myself to any god or goddess... but there is a temple to nineteen gods in town, and they all share a common theme." "If I may make a wild guess..." Naomi started. She let out a small pleasured noise as she discovered her own clitoris. "All of the gods are gods of sex." "In one form or another." Calia said while craning her neck to watch the young woman play with herself. She smiled as Naomi flicked her fingertip against her clit repeatedly. She shivered in Calia's lap and her moist lips dripped their arousal onto Calia's thigh. Naomi straightened her back and stretched her legs out. Her fingers stroked roughly against her own sensitive nub. "This feels good." She said with a soft moan. "What do I need to do to... you know...?" She asked between soft pants. "Are you close already?" Calia asked with a little smirk. "Just keep doing what you are doing. If you want it to last longer, you should distract your mind with something while you keep going." She turned Naomi in her lap and rest her chin on the young woman's shoulder. She cupped the back of Naomi's hand and slowed down her motions. Naomi let out a low shiver and a moan. "I can't distract myself... all I can think about is between my legs." She said. She tried to rub herself faster but Calia tightened her grip on the young woman's fingers. She did not change what Naomi was doing, just her pace. "Talk to me, please?" She asked. "You don't find my voice sexy?" Calia said with mock outrage. "N... No! I didn't mean that! I just need something to focus on." Naomi said while letting out another soft moan. "What do you want me to talk about?" Calia said. She twisted her wrist just a little to give Naomi a hint - enough of a hint that Naomi lowered her hand and pressed a finger into her pussy. Naomi sucked on her teeth for a second, then let out a long sigh. "Tell me... about the temple." Calia slowly rocked Naomi's finger back and forth; the young woman fucked herself slowly. "The temple is a temple. I ordered that it be built to dedicate a new town square, and invited priestesses from eighteen orders to hold services there." "I thought you said nineteen gods are worshiped there." Naomi said. Her eyes were closed and her pussy already started to clamp down around her finger, but Calia's slow pace prevented her from going over the edge. "There are nineteen goods, but eighteen orders. There are twin gods worshiped as a pair." Calia said. She gazed off into the room and idly fucked Naomi with the young woman's own finger. "My wife is a priest of the twin gods. She is away now to earn the right to take over that congregation at the temple here." Naomi panted and writhed in Calia's lap which prompted the noblewoman to simply stop moving. Naomi whimpered and whined as her body backed away from the edge of her climax. Calia started again, and pushed Naomi's finger in deep slow strokes. "And... the other seventeen?" She asked between panting breaths. "All the orders I invited to congregate at the temple worship female gods with a connection to sex and love. My wife's goddesses represent sexual commerce, prostitution, slaves and slavery. There are congregations for two gods of sex and fertility, one for a god of rape. I don't know the others; they took residence while I was on my retreat." Naomi lifted her hips to try and push herself harder on the finger, but Calia moved with her to keep the slow pace. "How do you not know who you invited?" She asked. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted to the side. It took great effort to focus on Calia's words. "I invited them in as much as I instructed a governor to seek out all the orders worshiping female gods of sex and love, and invite them to my new temple." Calia said with a little smirk. "Do you want to cum now?" She asked. Naomi nodded frantically and let out a moan. "Yes, please!" She cried out pleadingly. Calia grinned and thrust her finger in with Naomi's and pumped both her and the young woman's fingers in the tightening hole. She slid her free hand up and gripped Naomi by her small breast. Naomi writhed and rocked against Calia. It didn't take long for the young woman to moan out in climax. Calia pulled the fingers from Naomi's pussy and brought them up to the young woman's lips. "This is not required, but I do like it when my partners clean up." She whispered. Naomi hesitantly opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out to lap the juices off her own and Calia's fingers. Her face contorted at first in reaction to the taste, but her expression returned to neutral as she accepted both fingers into her mouth and gently suckled them clean. "Did you enjoy that. Besides the obvious." Calia asked. She slipped her finger from the young woman's mouth and held her with both hands. She slowly rocked the woman as the fire grew warm not but a few feet away. "It felt wonderful." Naomi said with closed eyes. Calia whispered in the young woman's ear "Next time, you'll learn how to please me."