A taste of Violet

Raven felt herself consumed by passion, desire, the need to feel. Her hands seemed to crackle with energy as she stroked Violet's beautiful body, and Millie's long and luxuriant golden hair. The girls responded to her every touch with caresses of their own. Raven saw in her mind's eye a mental image of how they must appear, Violet with her flaming red hair, Millie with her own golden tresses, and herself - well, there was a reason she was called "Raven." They were a perfect trio; in what was probably her last truly abstract and coherent thought, Raven considered what a shame it was that no one was videotaping this. Then she realized that there probably was no such thing as videotape in this place. This was a realm where magic, rather than technology, held sway.

Raven felt Violet pull away from her, and wondered why for a moment until she felt the silky smoothness of the elven woman's thighs caress either side of her breasts. Millie was moving too, downwards, her tongue playing intricate circles just under Raven's bosom. Raven opened her eyes, not remembering when she had closed them, and saw Violet kneeling above her, her hands stroking her own breasts, her hair seeming to fly in the breeze. And she saw Violet's wet, pink lips between her thighs, waiting for Raven's kiss.

She encircled Violet's thighs with both arms and drew herself close, feeling her mind reel as she breathed Violet's sweet, musky aroma. It was slightly different than a Big Earth woman's scent, slightly spicier. Then she softly kissed the beautiful woman's sex, and at that same moment felt Millie's lips between her legs.

It was like the completing of a circuit, the ignition of a dynamite fuse. The little shocks of energy Raven had felt before was nothing compared to the pure, concentrated sexual heat that flowed through her now. She might have cried out - she couldn't tell. All she could do was draw herself tight to Violet's sex and lick her, taste her, love her, thrust her tongue deep inside her lover and feel the power between them. And everything Raven did, every lick, every tender caress, she felt Millie give to her as well.

She looked up at Violet's body above her, saw the ethereal beauty stroke and squeeze her own breasts with almost savage intensity, watched as the sensations took control of her, her eyes rolling back into her head, her back arching her head thrown back in a long, silent cry of overwhelming lust.

Raven could feel the fire building within her, a fire that she knew would soon explode. She felt Millie's hands reach up to take her breasts and fondle them with lovely ticklish sensations, felt the soft wetness of a long tongue inside her even as she did the same for Violet. Her body tensed, she felt her legs spread wide, wider than she knew they could, felt the bed below her drop away. Was she truly floating? She didn't have the mind left to care.

Then the glowing ember within her whooshed into flame. Every nerve in her body seemed to crackle with power, her breasts felt ready to explode, her heart pumped as if to burst. The world around her vanished, and all she knew was herself and her lovers floating together in space, sharing in that moment of pure ecstacy. Time lost all meaning for her...

As the sensation ebbed, the room swam back into focus, and Raven opened her eyes. Her handmaidens lay between her thighs, licking her with slow, hot strokes, and tasting each other's lips as well. The explosive energy that had flooded Raven a moment ago - an hour ago? had burned down to a warm inner burn.

She tried to speak, but couldn't at first. It took three tries before she could get any words out. "What... what are you doing?"

"The nectar of the Vroklata has great power," Violet whispered reverently. "Especially to the one who inspires its flow."

Raven dropped back onto the mattress, feeling exhausted, but also feeling her energy renewed slightly each time the Elf Women touched their tongues to her sex. She would be on her feet again in minutes at this rate. "Damn, that was the no-holds-barred hottest fucking sex I've ever had! And I thought Tharpur was good..."

Well, Tharpur HAD been good! Violet and Millie had given her the best girl-girl-girl sex she ever had. That was for sure! Still, she knew that she wouldn't want to give up getting fucked by Tharpur's Elf Cock.

Millie smiled. "We are pleased to have served you well, Mistress Raven," she said. "Perhaps we could honor the Goddess together again sometime."

Violet slid up to embrace Raven, letting her head fall next to Raven's breast. Her hand caressed the warm soft roundness, further renewing Raven's strength. "Our last Vroklata said that each new session of lovemaking was better than the last," she said. "Perhaps it will be the same for you."

"I don't know if I could survive anything more intense than that last one," Raven sighed, accepting Millie into her other arm. The poor girls seemed totally drained, but Raven felt stronger with each passing moment. She decided that she would wait until her handmaidens fell asleep, and then go see what was out there in this strange new world that she could no longer deny was real.