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It's set in a swords-and-sorcery fantasy world, by the way...This is, of course, reproduced without permission, and I don't really want to encourage a lot of that here. However, I felt this was just too good to not share. Enjoy!
It was late into the morning when Nina, the chambermaid, drew back the curtains. Elurial bathed in the golden light. She lay upon the matte white sheets, with the coverlet folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Her back, turned to the window, formed a perfect curve - slim, with precisely drawn projecting bumps all the way down her spine, or at least, as far down as could be seen, for around her waistline was a pure white belt. Had Elurial been sitting up, her interwoven sun-gold hair would have formed a dense and wavy triangular cloak to the level of her hips. But now, with Elurial supine, her cloak of gold lay draped across her neck and breasts and belly. Elurial's face was innocent, as chaste as falling snow; her nose was small; her eyelashes were long - perfectly curved, and long and soft enough to stroke a lover's skin. Her eyes had opened now - they were as wide as innocence and just as blue. But Elurial's lips were sensual - full red, moist and swollen as if they had been sucked upon and only just released.
Elurial moved; her fingertips stretched; her limbs caressed the smoothness of the silk. When she turned, her thighs slid apart to reveal the soft white padded belt that fitted so perfectly around her waist and bedded so intimately to the crease, the belt that enfolded Elurial's tenderness each night, to flood her dreams with the sweet taut of denial. Even now, that peculiar pleasure waxed and waned, even with Elurial's breathing: her limbs moved very slightly, the soft silk brushed her skin, her hair caressed her bright pink nipples, and the padding gently tantalised her nakedness. Elurial smiled; the delicious ritual of morning was upon her.
She looked with eyes of languid blue at the girl standing by the window, the girl whose fingertips would touch Elurial to stir the nerves upon her skin to a delicious ache of pleasure. Already Elurial could feel the gentle throb of anticipation between her outspread thighs. Nina came and sat beside Elurial, laying her fingertips upon the ivory skin of Elurial's belly. Elurial lifted up her arms and placed them beneath the pillow. Nina smiled. The fingertips tickled so lightly on the smooth bare skin of her underarms that Elurial closed her eyes. And the smoothness of Elurial's skin was unlike any other, for no downy hair, no body hair at all had ever grown to besmirch its nudity. Soft lips gently brushed against that tender underarm skin, and kissed, then tasted, tickled with the tongue, then licked that flawless smoothness very slowly.
Nina loved to touch Elurial; she loved to brush her lips against her and to bring Elurial pleasure - not pleasure to fruition, for this was not allowed: Elurial was being trained towards a state of permanent pleasured tension which would pervade each waking moment and suffuse her every dream.
There was, of course, a purpose to this endless pleasured torturing of Elurial's perfect flesh. Demonstrations were enacted every evening for the clients. It served to stimulate them, as a prelude to their lovemaking with the other girls who, however personable and sensual in their own right, nevertheless - by comparison with Elurial - were certainly mundane. Elurial was a potion, an exquisite aphrodisiac to counteract the sluggishness of wine, to stir the faintest part to full turgidity.
The bedroom door opened; Nina stood up and backed against the wall. A stout middle-aged woman dressed in a wine-coloured frock coat lumbered in, supported by a stick and breathing heavily from the effects of the stairs. She reached the bedside, then leaned upon the stick, eyeing the chambermaid, who stood with hands clasped together and eyes downcast. The woman's hair was dyed bright red. Her eyes drew a slow circle round the room, taking in every detail, as if looking for something which might be out of place. And Elurial's room was unusual in this respect - for a room at this particular inn - for everything was spotlessly clean and perfectly arranged, from the coverlet folded neatly at the foot of Elurial's bed, to the silver tray with the small jug and the tiny brush on the table by the fire.
'Elurial, my precious,' the woman wheezed, transferring her weight more definitely to the stick as her hand came up to stroke Elurial's brow, 'and how did you sleep, my dearest? Very well, I trust?' The woman smiled benignly.
Elurial nodded. 'Yes Madam, thank you,' she answered in a voice as soft as rose water. She looked with shining eyes on the woman, whose fingertips caressed her cheek then traced the line of her lips until they parted and Elurial closed her eyes. The woman sighed.
'And did you dream again? Which dream did you dream, my precious?' Elurial's large blue eyes opened once again to bathe Madam in Elurial's sensuality. Elurial's small breasts shivered as she recounted:
'It was the dream about a tree, Madam. I was running in the forest, then suddenly I was swept up into the arms of a great tree...'
Madam smiled. 'Go on, my dear.' Her fingertips slid down to coax Elurial's willing nipples up to perfect points. Elurial's eyes were very wide.
'But the branches of the tree were soft and slender - like serpents. They wrapped around me, warm and slippery, round my arms and round my legs and then the serpents... Oh Madam!'
'Sh... Shhh, my precious.' Madam put her arm about Elurial's head as Elurial reached up and buried her face against the woman's thigh. 'These serpents cannot harm you,' the woman whispered tenderly. 'They are dreams; these serpents can never reach you. You are perfect, you are precious. We will protect you, always. Now lie back.'
There was a jingle as Madam removed a bunch of small silver keys fastened at her waist. Elurial shuddered softly as a key was selected and inserted into the tiny lock below the rounded belly. The belt separated into three loose ends, then Madam nervously lifted it away completely. And even Madam, though she had beheld this vision many times before, was forced to catch her breath at this picture of soft pink nakedness, unblemished by any hair or razor-reddened roughness. For here, as in the case of Elurial's underarms, no hair had ever grown. The outer lips formed a glass-smooth shield; the inner lips, upstanding, womanly, were satin soft and deepest pink. Madam allowed her fingertips to touch that satin softness, to brush into the smoothly polished creases, and as Elurial murmured and her mouth fell open, Madam shivered. Even after all her years, she shivered at that touch. She allowed herself another touch, a gentle squeeze about the joining of the sex lips. Elurial momentarily tried to close her thighs together then, remembering, held them very wide apart. Her eyes were closed now; her mouth was pouted to an 'o'. Madam pushed the tip of a finger into that mouth and Elurial gently sucked upon it, tickling with her tongue tip as Madam's fingers gently squeezed the soft pink lips between Elurial's thighs. 'You are so delicious,' whispered Madam. The she turned to the girl behind her.
'Elurial is hungry, are you not, my sweet? Send for Maria.' As Madam continued the gentle sexual arousal, Elurial looked up lovingly; Elurial's small teeth lightly nipped the fingertip still pushed between her lips.
Madam sat in a comfortable chair by the fire. Nina stood beside her, watching as Maria, with hair as black as ebony and eyes of deepest brown, unbuttoned her top, removing it completely, and then unlaced her bodice. As she bent to place it carefully on the chair beside the bed, her breasts, distended to overfullness, swung down like deliciously weighted brown-capped fleshy gourds. She sat upon the bed, lifting up each breast in turn, gently squeezing the swollen tip until it exuded, then wiping it with a moistened cloth. The air was pervaded with the scent of faintly yeasted milk. Maria was very young; her breasts were very heavy. Madam kept her that way for selected clients, but mainly for Elurial.
Elurial's head was laid in the girl's lap. As the girl bent over her, offering the left breast, lifting it and squeezing, Elurial's tongue licked up to take the thin pale welling droplet. She opened her lips and spread them round the pear-shaped nipple, then gently sucked it in. And as the breast undulated, Maria felt the slow delicious sucking rhythm which pulled right to her belly as her bosom softly squirted; she felt the soft warm breath upon her skin and now the hand that moulded round her breast to squeeze her milk down to her teat. Maria's fingers drifted down to play with Elurial's tiny nipples, and to touch the smoothness of the belly and, as the slim thighs opened, to touch between, to rub the smooth round shield of flesh surrounding the purse of skin. Then Maria's fingertips returned. She wetted them with her milk. She used those milky fingertips to wet Elurial's sex lips, to separate them and to work the liquid around the little sexual tip until the hips began to move. She remoistened, and reapplied her warm milk to the tip until the tip was swimming, until the scent of milk and female seepage rose very strongly from between the outspread thighs, and the sucking became so intense that Madam called a halt in the proceedings. She ambled over, bidding the chambermaid follow.
Bending across Elurial, she carefully opened the sex lips wide. She indicated that Nina should take over. So now, as Madam watched and leaned upon her stick, and Elurial sucked spasmodically on Maria's nipples, Nina worked her own lips very tightly around the bud between the sex lips in between the thighs and sucked until Elurial whimpered, until Elurial no longer had the will to drink but kept tossing her head from side to side as Maria tried to feed her. Madam examined the nubbin a second time.
'Not large enough to take the ring,' she whispered. And so the sucking was taken up again, until Elurial gasped and cried out on the verge of pleasure. Madam was now more encouraged by the state of her distension. She therefore dismissed Maria. As Maria's bounteous breasts were once more laced into her bodice, Elurial was made to turn and lie upon her front. Her thighs were spread apart while Nina secured her ankles to the bottom bedposts by means of soft leather loops. The tension was adjusted until the edges of her open sex lips brushed against the silk. Madam sat upon the chair beside her. The chambermaid knelt between her thighs, stroking a single finger very slowly down the spine, down into the furrow, down across the pinkened smooth-skinned mouth, until Elurial murmured and her nubbin touched the silk. Madam passed to the chambermaid the silver tray bearing the small cylindrical sable brush, the gold rod with the tiny ring, and the little jug of honey.
The brush was used dry at first and stroked back and forth across the tiny mouth in a gentle dusting action. Then it was licked up to a point and applied beneath, very precisely, to stimulate the nubbin. Then the bottom mouth was tickled with the tip of Nina's tongue. A thick droplet of honey was poured into the well. The tongue pressed against and pushed this droplet into Elurial's body, then licked the small well clean. Throughout this treatment, the pleasured protests were absorbed by Elurial's pillow. This facility was unavailable for the next part of her training.
Elurial was turned onto her back. With the pillow now beneath her hips, to raise and help separate the flesh between her thighs, her feet were secured more tightly than before. The tiny gold ring on its supporting rod was held up to the light. Elurial swallowed. Madam stroked her brow. The tiny ring was now applied, very carefully, between her legs; yet even so, it made Elurial shudder. It slipped beneath the softened hooding of the sex lips and around the swollen bud of sexual pleasure. As Nina pressed, Elurial moaned; the nubbin squeezed through, a small bright pink polished mushroom encircled by a tiny band of gold. Nina took up the brush and dipped it in the honey. She waited. Elurial turned her head to the side, to face Madam. Very slowly, Elurial's mouth opened. Her tongue arched out. As it touched against her upper lip, then tickled very lightly, the honeyed brushtip stroked slow circles around the polished cap of her tethered nubbin until Elurial's tongue could move no more, until that tongue went rigid. Her fingers tightened round the bars of the headframe. Her legs went very stiff. Nina kept the ring in place and sucked her until she whimpered.
The pillow was now replaced beneath Elurial's head. Her hands were fastened to the headframe. Nina took a band of soft cloth bearing loops at one end and loose cords at the other. She fed a second, longer cord through the loops then, feeding the cloth beneath Elurial's hips, fastened the cord around her waist. The cloth band was now pulled up between Elurial's legs, tightly between her open sex lips, and fastened to the cord round her waist. Madam looked one last time on the delicious cross of Elurial's perfect outspread body. The soft cloth would press against her, absorbing her delicate exudations even as she rested. Nina drew up the satin coverlet and Madam kissed Elurial lightly on the forehead. Elurial smiled, and Nina and Madam departed.