In Service of the Queen Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

In Service of the Queen Ch. 04

... cleansed." Eniola leaned in. "It's just a shower," she whispered. "And some body oil."

Adelaide shrugged and then nodded again, grinning.

"You will be dressed in a ceremonial robe and a key will be bestowed upon you. You are to remain at my side throughout the festival. Are you willing to take on these duties as part of my entourage?"

"Yes, um..." Adelaide leaned in. "What should I call you?"

"As a member of my entourage, you may address me as Priestess."

"I understand."

"Please tell me now if you do not think you can fulfill your role."

"No, I'm fine with it, Friend Eniola... I mean, Priestess Eniola. Um, I mean, Priestess."

Eniola leaned in and kissed Adelaide on the cheek. "Thank you for offering your service to me today, Friend Adelaide."

"Thank you for the opportunity," said Adelaide, "We never had anything this fancy for the festival where I grew up."

Eniola stepped back and as she did, nine pairs of hands groped Adelaide from all sides. Quickly, she was relieved of her shirt and her trousers. Socks and underwear soon followed and Adelaide was left standing naked in a circle of robed figures.

Adelaide swallowed hard and wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered. Someone slipped out toward the shower room. The sound of pattering water spilled into the bunk room as Adelaide was guided through the doorway by nine pairs of hands until she stood under the stream.

"It's not too hot is it?" asked Eniola, standing to the side, away ...

... from the spray.

Adelaide shook her head, hugging her arms around herself, shivering.

"Too cold?"

Again, Adelaide shook her head.

To Adelaide's right, Tonje shed her white robe and hung it from a hook along the wall. She picked up a bar of soap from a nearby basin. With her other hand, she touched her fingers to Adelaide's cheek. "It's okay," she whispered. "It's just a symbolic cleansing. For the festival."

Adelaide nodded weakly.

"Wait till we get to the body oil," offered Tonje. "It's lavender."

"Mm. Mm-hmm," said Adelaide. As eight remaining women shed their robes and nine pairs of hands went to work scrubbing her body. Halfway through the process, Adelaide's eyelids fluttered and her leg began to shake violently.

And while Adelaide was being rinsed and finally toweled dry, Eniola stepped forward with a glass vial of amber liquid. Uncorking it sent the smell of lavender wafting over to Adelaide, who flared her nostrils, sniffing at the air.

"I told you this was the best part," said Tonje, stepping up beside Eniola, offering to hold the vial as the priestess used her hands to apply lavender oil to every bit of Adelaide's body.

Adelaide nodded as she stood shivering. For a moment, Adelaide's knees gave way and she stumbled, but Tonje and Eniola's quick hands saved her.

"Friend Adelaide?" said Eniola, her eyebrows knit. "Are you alright? If you're not feeling well--"

"I think..." Adelaide shivered. "I think I just had an orgasm. Another one, ...