Following Calliea

Calliea found her self idly following the elven maid. Her skin was darker than even that of the islanders and her hair was like a spiders silk running down her back stopping just shy of her pert behind, shapely even covered by the maid’s skirt.

The day had been a whirlwind. From preaching in the crown district with the father then swept into council with the Lord Admiral Calliea had trouble keeping track of why she was even there. What exactly did the new lord admiral want with her? There was really nothing to do but follow along.

Lyn, the maid, stopped short at an ornate door more than two thirds down a main hallway ending at an extravagant set of doors with guards before them; likely Nikolas’s chambers. The maid opened the doors and the scents of flowers, lavender and rose wafted into the hallway. When Calliea entered she noted the door to the bath chamber was opened with steam flowing gently from a waiting bath.

“Mi’lord requests you bathe. I am to assist as your handmaiden until such time as you depart.” Lyn suggested while slowly urging the junior priestess further into the room.

“I… Thank you but I can bathe on my own.” Calliea tried to be stern but the elf was not having it.

“I am afraid that is not an option. I was instructed to ensure you bathed and mi’lord has very explicitly directed me. Please come - take this off.” She began tugging at the priestesses dirtied robes still showing their dirt and wear from the day’s work preaching to the masses. Calliea struggled momentarily before letting the elf get on with her work.

To Calliea’s surprise she was very gentle for someone clearly in a rush and a moment later Calliea was naked standing and in the tub. The water was perfectly temperate and the oils of the flowers soothing. The priestess sighed and leaned back into the maids hands. While the maid caught her, Lyn also let her hands fall to cup the nubile priests breasts, massaging them softly as a third scent brought a blush to Calliea’s cheeks. A small moan escaped her lips.

“You shouldn’t”

“Maybe, but I do love having such a pleasurable guest and I was told to treat you so well.” The maid purred as she leaned in to plant a kiss along Calliea’s neck. One hand continued working the soap into the priestess’s tired skin the other continued playing among her chest gently teasing her stiffening nipples before moving down to her stomach.

The priest knew where this was going but could do little to stop it. Her heart thudded resoundingly in her chest drowning out the voice in her mind ardently denying what her body wanted.

When the elven maid bade her stand to wash her legs Calliea neither could nor would deny her; and when the maid leaned in planting kisses that moved up her thighs pushed her legs apart to access her womanhood she could not refuse her either.

Without hesitation the elf drew her long deft tongue agliy and purposefully through her folds eliciting a gasp and gentler moans as she reached the nub at the top of the priestess’s womanhood. She worked the young human woman like a beautiful harm coaxing moans quicker and quicker until they became ragged.

“Oh god yes!” Calliea moaned leaning into the ministrations of the dark elf. Her body shuddered in preparation for oncoming climax…

Lyn stopped.

“Time to get dressed.” The maid stood leaving Calliea stunned. “Come on then. We’ll not leave Lord Fainwright waiting. There is a dress in your room for you. Dinner is in 10 minutes.

“But..”

“Now please.” Lyn stood and wiped her mouth before retreating into the main bedroom.