Idami

A trail of incense smoke curled in the air as the round young woman led Mida to the platform and had her sit. She poured water from a small clay jar atop the altar into a shallow bowl and knelt at Mida's feet. Slowly, one at a time, she untied the leather sandals, pulled them off, and set them to one side. Dribbles of dirt left trails on the rug with each movement of the shoes.

The water in the bowl was warm on Mida's feet as Idami placed them in the bowl. She gently lapped the water over them until all of the dirt from the city streets had been washed away. When finished, she dried Mida's feet with a linen cloth then set the bowl and cloth to the side and sat on the platform next to Mida.

Idami reached around her, not quite an embrace, and suddenly Mida felt the relief in her core as her belt released. Made of molded bronze, it served double duty holding up her skirt and shaping her waist. Idami set the belt carefully to the side and scooted in close again, positioning herself behind Mida with one leg to either side. She swept Mida's hair away from her shoulder and suddenly Mida felt Idami's hot breath against her neck.

"Relax," Idami said in a voice low and smooth as a river during drought. "Lean into me."

Mida did and she felt the warmth of Idami's lips on her neck, moving slowly down to her shoulder. At the same time, Idami's hands passed down her torso, giving her ribs a comforting squeeze. They reached around her, like a belt made of flesh, and roamed over the exposed parts of Mida's body. Her stomach. Her neck. Her breasts. Her face.

Something new, something that had been tighter than the belt, released in Mida's core and she felt a sudden wetness between her legs. She pushed her hips slightly back into Idami, suddenly warm however she sat.

Idami's lips started making a trail back up, toward Mida's ear, while her right hand ventured downward, past the rumple of fabric at Mida's hips where her skirt had fallen in a bunch, and combed her fingers through the hair she found there. Mida tilted her hips, beckoning the hand to move farther down.

Idami complied.

She slid her whole hand, solid and warm, between Mida's legs, covering and holding her. Warming her. Mida wiggled again. The lips were at her ear now and a tongue poked out, teasing. Half of Mida's body was instantly covered in goosebumps.

"You're so wet," Idami said and she pulled her hand tighter against Mida.

The pressure was nice, but Mida wanted more. She moved her hips against Idami's hand. The priestess used her left hand to push Mida's hips back into place.

"Slowly," she said.

Mida could feel the slip of Idami's fingers as they curled and then, with three fingers together, she began making a large, slow circle around Mida's clitoris. Mida clenched her throat to hold in a whimper as she felt another release of liquid between her thighs. Idami's lips began their long, slow trek back down to Mida's shoulder as her left hand came up to Mida's breast and squeezed the nipple. The grip was gentle at first, but steadily grew stronger, firmer, harder.

Idami's right hand moved faster and a high-pitched sound escaped Mida's throat despite her best efforts.

"Yes, let go," Idami said, and Mida did.

Her core uncoiled and her back arched. Idami released her grip on Mida's nipple and the rush of blood shot bliss directly from her breast and into her core. Nipples hard and pointing at the ceiling, Mida's clitoris throbbed in pleasure as she came in a rush of fluid and wonder.

"Oh, oh..." she said as the tension left her body.

Idami placed her flat hand against Mida's privates one more time, then removed her hand from the young woman's skirt. She found the linen scrap she had used earlier and wiped her right hand on it, then moved from her position seated behind Mida.

"You can stay here for a little while," Idami said, "until you get your feet back. Just don't fall asleep."

Mida's head felt as sloshy as water, and she simply nodded.

"This is your share," Eunoe said. Mida had forgotten the older woman was there. She looked at the laenai and saw, to her surprise, that both large clay jars glowed with the warm light that indicated they were full of selys. Eunoe handed Mida a smaller laena, this one also full. It was her share of the donation, to take home. The rest of the selys would be put to use for the common good of the citizens of Rokasya.