Upon the altar

Maude Merryweather looked out across a sea of faces from her perch upon the small church’s altar. Most of them she recognised from a life spent embroiled in the insular, suffocating spiral that was rural village life. Yet none of them she felt especially close to, she realised… even after all those years spent alongside and around them. It wasn’t that she particularly disliked any of them, or felt specifically picked out or persecuted in any way. They and she were simply all thrown together in the same cramped pot of simmering petty grudges and politely maintained drudgery. She had felt like a ghost within her own skin for so long that no other way of being had even seemed possible.

Now though, she was raised on a pedestal. Exposed before their eyes in a way that flayed her every nerve. Enshrouded by magic or not, Maude could still feel their gaze burning against her skin. Could feel all the guilt and shame and embarrassment that she’d dare to defile this holy place and all the sacred rules of decency she had been raised on. The self-administered flagellation that this was simply not how a responsible citizen behaved. That enjoying and flaunting the body and form she’d been born to was a sin of the highest order. That seeking pleasure in the simple, raw sensations of her physicality was beneath even so inconsequential a member of refined society as she.

From the other end of the altar climbed the one who had instilled all such doubts and uncertain courage into Maude’s beating breast. Moving with the same feral, feline grace as she ever had. Kinki was unhurried by the pressing weight of this situation. She didn’t even seem to notice the hundred eyes or bated breaths hanging over this moment. It made no difference to her whether her woven glamour gave the onlookers some sanitized pastiche of this scene or if their own desires were unveiling the naked, honest truth. Her attention was currently focussed only on this poor, squirming creature she had found; tying herself into knots between what she had been told was right and what she really wanted. The witch still didn’t really know what the fates and winds had planned for her yet. Didn’t know if her calling would be to stay here amongst these strange, uptight people or disappear with tomorrow’s dew, leaving only the carnage she’d caused so far. But she knew she couldn’t leave her amiable hostess in such a state right now: naked and writhing and begging for some relief.

Maude lay back against the smooth, cold stone and let her legs fall open. Unsure if it was the **** of Kinki’s gaze that did it, or something from within herself. Off to the side she heard a stifled gasp from somewhere within the crowd. Someone at least had finally received a full view of her womanhood for the first time, or had finally caught on to the fullness of what was about to happen and was wondering why no-one else was moving to stop it. Yet suddenly, the schoolteacher simply didn’t care anymore. The fear and excitement and nervousness still remained… but all thoughts of how she might be judged, or should judge herself, fell away. All she wanted in all the world was for that witch’s tongue to be buried between her hips right now. Kinki might have sensed this change in her, for she didn’t hesitate to follow suit.

With breaths already catching, Maude let the waves of sensation take hold of her. She took hold of one of her spilling breasts in one hand, squeezing more answers from it, and wound the other into Kinki’s wild, dark hair. Nearby, she heard the pastor muttering a prayer under his breath. A whispered rhythm that might have been encouragement or condemnation but kept escalating pace either way. The fluid movement of that muscle lapping between her thighs was met almost immediately by lurid wetness from her own crevices. Dams bursting from the nervous exhilaration and anticipation that had been building from the very moment she had stepped out the door that morning. The awareness that she was dripping her own juices onto holy marble in open view of a crowd of her peers, only adding to the flood.

As with every other time they’d made love up till now, Kinki’s skill at taming and timing another body’s reactions was readily apparent. In a brief moment of distraction, Maude wondered how many years of continuous practice had led to such talent. Such thoughts were quickly overwhelmed by the rising results of such practice however. The schoolteacher was almost ashamed all over again by how quickly the early shivers of an orgasm began crawling up her spine. Yet the last two nights had told her that she was unlikely to be blessed with just the one. As the muscles of her core began to clench and the corners of her vision began to fill with specks of dancing light, she finally let loose her voice in aching moans that echoed back from the rafters. Her fingers tightened their grip on the back of the witch’s head, dragging it in closer with involuntary need. Her legs crossed and clamped around that slender neck in a vice-like grip, as if trying to squeeze every last drip of effort from the face buried within. She groaned and moaned and shrieked with the cathartic release of it all, now certain that nothing in her life had been real until this moment. Then fell back gasping to a mostly unnoticed thunk of head against stone, hurriedly releasing her lover from the suffocation of shaking limbs.

Kinki emerged from that seal, saliva and a smile dripping from her lips. Only happy to have helped a friend reach such pinnacles of ecstasy. All around the church was so silent a pin could have dropped, even those enchanted to belief they were watching some form of quaint ritual or dance… trapped in the transposed immensity of that climax. Someone, somewhere began to clap. An otherworldly muted response to what they had just witnessed. Yet, out of habit or any surety of what else to do; the rest began to follow suit. Bathing Maude and Kinki in a warm patter of polite, restrained applause. A suitable reward for their performance… and the many, many more that would follow.