Resist your master, make love to Indra

Your friend’s naked, wet body, shimmering under the moonlight, is irresistible. Indra’s hands running over your soft skin are driving you wild with desire. You wrap your arms around her own slender body – you’re not going to let her lean apart from you again. She doesn't try to this time. Her head cocks gently to the side and your lips meet.

A rush of excitement and decadence fills your awareness. The witch is like putty in your hands. Even as she reaches between your thighs to stroke at your tender cunt flesh, you know, instinctively, that this is happening according to your pace. Indra is pleasuring you at your bidding, and it would take only a slight push to bend her completely, to sate your desires beyond… any…

No, wait. The temptation to dominate and bind Indra in pleasure is overwhelming, as is the raw passion of the moment. But more than anything else, you want to relish the exchange of sensations. Indra has, over a very short span of time, become many things to you: a friend, a confidant, a mentor. You've rarely considered what taking a lover might consist of, but in any of those imaginings, the experience was mutual ecstasy, freely offered and received graciously. Though the concept was mentioned surprisingly infrequently in the Abbey, except in cautionary tones, perhaps the romance between yourself and that fantasy partner might even include feelings of genuine love.

It’s not a voice, exactly, but some inner presence balks at these thoughts and tries to push them out of your mind. You won’t let it. You want to enjoy everything that Indra can offer you, but you’ll do so on your own terms. The heat radiating from the pentagram symbol on your belly finally cools and it ceases to glow.

Indra’s tongue, meanwhile, has found its way inside your pink lips, and has teased yours into her own mouth. You exchange contented moans. She’s settled over your thigh and is softly grinding herself on your leg. As she’s pleasuring you with her fingers, you’re happy to let your leg be used in such a manner.

The kiss ends, but only briefly – long enough for her to gaze into your eager blue eyes. “It felt like you were lost there for a moment. Have you found yourself?”

The image of her body is perfection. You’d wouldn't have thought you’d ever look upon another woman this way before Indra, but now, perhaps just for this moment, you want to forget about every oath you've ever made, forsake your goddess, and wrap yourself in her beauty.

“No… I found you.”

You embrace once more, and your bodies become a tangle of limbs. You eventually find yourselves beside the bath, where she licks you to orgasm, and teaches you to pleasure her in turn. You’re a quick study, and your hands imitate hers, seeking her most sensitive spots and teasing one another for hours. Long after you began, you pass out completely after a final, explosive climax, eyes, lips, and legs locked together.