The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Four: Song’s Passion
Chapter Six: Hot Mage Menage
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Acolyte Sophia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi

Jathibiyya’s hands grasped my naked hips, swaying them from side-to-side. Her breasts pressed into my back, her nipples hard points that caressed my skin. My body moved under Jathibiyya’s direction. Chaun’s music wasn’t playing right now, but my body still boiled from the lust of his song even after the danger of the attack.

Why had the changeling infected us with lust? To get Angela alone?

“That’s it,” Jathibiyya purred, her fingers lightly stroking my naked skin, sending shudders through my body. “You’re body is very responsive and graceful. You have skill in control over its movements already. Most women need much practice to move like this.”

“I was trained in the temple of Saphique,” I answered. “I was taught to know my body fully so I could give my lovers all the pleasure I have to offer.”

“Mmm, they trained you well.” Her dark fingers squeezed on my flesh. The Halanian dancer pressed tighter against my back, her groin pressing on the curves of my ass. Her excitement filled me. “Do they also train you on how to handle such dangers as those creatures.”

“No,” I admitted, my skin drinking in the silky delight of every inch of her flesh pressed against me. Her breasts pillowed into my back, her nipples digging into my flesh. They were so hard and thick. Her dark hands swayed my ivory hips faster, forcing them to pop right and left, wiggling them without moving the rest of my body.

Jathibiyya was a famed Halani belly dancer.

“And yet you acted without fear,” Jathibiyya purred. “I was so scared when the monsters burst into the common room. I could only huddle in the corner while you and your friends fought naked.”

“I didn’t do much fighting,” I moaned, my body alive with the excitement of her spicy musk tickling my nose. My hips moved faster.

“But you were still there, wielding your glowing knife and healing the mage. You followed the knight and the orc out into the night. I was so scared for you. All those beasts howling and slobbering.” She shuddered. “What were they?”

“Barguest,” I moaned. “Shapechangers. Probably sent by Angela’s enemy.”

“Who’s that?”

“We don’t know.” I left out the part of the Goddess Slata sending her erinyes daughters to also kill Angela. But the mystery of who hired Fireeyes to kill us remained. And now the barguest pack assaulted us. It was no coincidence.

“What an exciting life you live,” moaned Jathibiyya.

A low, throaty moan came through the wall. Xera and Angela were enjoying Chaun. When the attack came, the changeling had come downstairs with Angela, the pair both naked. He had been seducing her with his song.

“What do you know of Chaun?” I asked.

“The minstrel?” asked Jathibiyya. “Not much, other than he is popular with maiden and matron alike.”

“Did you know he was a changeling?”

Jathibiyya froze for a moment. “Yes, yes, I did see the changeling during the fight. I did not realize that was Chaun. Mmm, no wonder he is so exciting. I enjoyed the night he seduced me. He knew just how to please me. Does he excite you, too?”

I shuddered. There was a part of me that found the slim, midnight-black changeling attractive. His features were delicate, even beautiful, not ruggedly handsome and strong like most men. Even knowing he had a cock, a part of me was attracted to him.

That had been a first.

“A little,” I moaned. “And I am a lesbian priestess dedicated to Saphique.”

“Such a pity you deny yourself half the pleasures of life,” Jathibiyya purred. She pulled away from me and turned my shoulders so I faced her. I drank in her dark body’s beauty. Her skin was an ebony brown and glistened in the candlelight. Her hair fell in beaded braids about her shoulders that clicked and clacked as she swayed her hips. She had removed all her bells, including the ones dangling from chains attached to nipple rings.

“Oh, I think I’m just embracing and fully enjoying one aspect of sexuality,” I purred, my hand reaching out to grasp her hip, trying to match the fluid way she moved them. I was getting closer. “So what do you know of Chaun?”

“For a lesbian, you are very curious about a man.” Her smile grew naughty. “Do you think to break your sacred vows with a night of forbidden passion?”

“No,” I blushed and fought that impulse. “He still has a disgusting cock. He’s just…will be traveling with us.”

“Ah, he was waiting for you,” Jathibiyya answered.

“Waiting?”

“It seemed like it. He had been in town for some time. He seems afflicted with wanderlust, and yet he stayed. I have known his type. I could see his restless eyes. But he stayed and kept playing. Over two weeks. That is a long time for his type to stay in one place. And I noticed no woman holding his interest.”

I frowned. Why had he tried to seduce Angela? Was he just being a changeling or was he waiting for us? And if he was waiting for us, how did he know we would pass through here? Was this mere jealousy that Angela and even Xera were with him right now, enjoying his body.

“These questions are not helping you train,” Jathibiyya purred. She fell to her knees, her braids clinking. Her dark hands rubbed at my ivory thighs, pushing them farther apart. “Let’s practice your hips moving. Embrace the pleasure and let it guide you.”

Her lips kissed at the inner slope of my naked thighs, climbing towards my wet, shaved pussy. She licked up a line of my tart juices. My hips swayed, her tongue’s caress sending wonderful flutters through my body.

“Dance for me,” she moaned. “Show me your passion, acolyte.”

The ruby on my belly piercing glinted in the candlelight as I swayed. I licked my lips, my tongue piercing clicking against my teeth. Her lips reached my vulva, kissing along my slit as I swayed and smeared my hot pussy right across her mouth.

The pleasure sparked through me. My pussy rubbed on her tongue and lips as I swayed and popped my hips back and forth. I raised my arms over my head, my small, firm breasts jiggling as I moved. My hips undulated and circled, moving how she taught me and rubbing my pussy across her licking tongue and kissing lips.

“Saphique, yes,” I breathed, my head tilting back. “The temples need to bring Halanian belly dancers to teach us this.”

“You should suggest it,” purred Jathibiyya between sweet licks. “When you return from your Quest.”

“Yes,” I moaned. If we returned. There was such a long journey ahead of us.

Jathibiyya’s tongue diving momentarily into the depths of my pussy sent a swirl of pleasure through me that banished that worry. My excitement built with every sway of my hips and caress of her tongue and lips on my excited flesh.

My juices flowed from my pussy. Their tart perfume scented the air, mixing with Jathibiyya’s spicy musk. I licked my lips, eager to experience Jathibiyya dancing on my face with her delicious pussy. I brought my hands down from over my head and let them rub across my body, caressing my skin and sending flutters of excitement through my body.

I swayed faster. My moans and groans provided the music to my dance.

“Jathibiyya,” I squeaked as her tongue licked and caressed at my clit. It was only for a moment, but the brief contact spurred my hips to move faster as the pleasure rippled through my body.

“Yes, dance for me,” moaned Jathibiyya. “Show me your passion, Sophia. Drown me in it.”

“I will,” I promised.

My eyes squeezed shut. My blood roared through my ears. My heart thudded beneath my jiggling breasts. Her tongue caressed my folds and clit. Sometimes it dived into my hole and swirled around, stirring up my nerves. My flesh drank in every place she touched me. My pussy clenching and relaxing as the pleasure built in my core.

I would cum hard on her lips.

My hands slid up my stomach, sending wicked flutters down to my aching pussy. My fingers reached the bottom slopes of my breasts. I grasped my firm mounds, squeezing my flesh. My nipples ached on the peaks of my mounds. My fingers slipped up them.

I grasped my nipples and pinched.

“Saphique yes,” I purred. I threw my head back, my light-brown hair swaying across my back, teasing me with its silky softness.

“Worship your goddess as you dance,” moaned Jathibiyya. “Show her your passion.”

“I am. Oh, Saphique, watch me. Thank you for your gifts of lesbian pleasure.” My body shuddered. My pussy clenched as I ground my flesh across Jathibiyya’s hungry mouth. “I dance for you, my sweet Goddess.”

“Yes,” moaned Jathibiyya. “Such a beautiful dance.”

I looked down as I pinched and rolled my nipples. My ivory thighs surrounded Jathibiyya’s ebony face. Her dark eyes stared up at me, wet with excitement. My body shuddered as I stared into them. My hips moved with more fluidity as I ground on her flesh.

I moved my clit to her lips. She latched on and sucked. The powerful, warm bliss engulfing my clit sent shuddering sparks through my body. My pussy clenched as my body tensed. My hips stopped moving for one moment.

And then my orgasm seized me.

My hips danced on their own, undulating and writhing as the pleasure washed through my body. My pussy clenched and relaxed. The pressure exploded out of me in powerful squirts of my juices that splashed on her lips and chin. My back arched and my fingers squeezed hard on my nipples as I cried out in worship.

“Saphique!”

My passionate cry echoed through the room as my pussy spasmed. My mind flooded with pleasure. I let my body move how it wanted, dancing to the primal beat of my orgasm. Stars danced before my fuzzing vision.

And then my pleasure passed. I stumbled back, taking in deep breaths. My legs bumped into my bed and I fell back on the quilt, my legs spread wide, my thighs sticky with my passions. I panted as I savored the retreating high of my climax.

“Mmm, such passion,” purred Jathibiyya. “You could be one of the best belly dancers.”

She rose and walked to me, her braids clinking, her breasts jiggling. Her ebony face and neck glistened with my juices. I always squirted when I came hard. I loved squirting on a woman’s face when she made me cum.

“Is it your turn to dance for me,” I asked as her dark hands ran up my thighs to my stomach, her caress tingling me. I licked my lips. “I would love to experience that.”

She leaned over me, her breasts dragging up my stomach. “I would love to dance for you.”

Our lips met in a hot kiss. My tart juices flavored her mouth’s caress. My tongue met hers as her body undulated upon mine. Her pussy met mine. She undulated her hips. My eyes widened as her clit pushed through my pussy lips.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned when she broke the kiss. Her hips kept moving, guiding her clit and pussy against mine. “You really know how to trib.”

“I know how to dance,” she smiled, “and the horizontal dance can be as pleasurable as the vertical.”

“I can see that,” I groaned. “I think I like this new dance.”

Her hips kept undulating and swaying, moving faster and faster on me. I stayed still, letting her clit caress and tease me. I shuddered and my back arched, pressing my pussy harder against her hot, wet flesh. Her hard nub slid between my labia and bumped into my own clit, sparking new pleasure through me.

“Mmm, I love the feel of your flesh,” groaned Jathibiyya. “There is always something so erotic about dancing upon a woman after she’s cum. Her pussy already soaked with her excitement, her labia engorged from her enjoyment.