In Service of the Queen Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

In Service of the Queen Ch. 04

... actually. With all this touching... and oiling..."

Eniola smiled. "Surely a portent of a good harvest."

"Good," sighed Adelaide, her eyelids fluttering again. "Yeah, definitely good."

As Tonje stepped away momentarily to return with a white hooded robe, another young women swooped in holding open a long gold chain. At the end of the chain was a gold key. The woman dashed the chain over Adelaide's head and stepped back just as Adelaide was opening her mouth to speak.

Tonje and another young woman helped Adelaide get her arms into the sleeves of her robe. They each kissed Adelaide on the cheek before fetching their own robes once again.

"Friend Adelaide," said Priestess Eniola, as the other druidesses were getting dressed, "You are radiant. I look forward to our time together at the festival."

"Hmm? Oh, the festival. Mm-hmm. Yeah, me too."

* * *

Empyrea Square, one hour later

"Wait until Vivienne sees me," mumbled Adelaide, walking along in the ring of robed women surrounding Priestess Eniola. "She's gonna die."

"There she is!" shouted a voice from the crowd along the street where the entourage emerged.

Adelaide looked to see who it was just as a shower of colorful flower petals rained down over her and the Mabon Priestess Eniola. Adelaide smiled as a little girl ran up with two fists full of flower petals and did her best to repeat the colorful show.

"Thank you, friend," proclaimed Eniola, stooping and reaching out through the ring of ...

... druidesses to touch the little girl's hand.

"I love you, Priestess!" someone shouted. A chorus of laughter and cheer erupted in the wake of the confession.

"And I love you!" hollered Eniola. "I love all of you! Happy harvest, friends!"

A swell of applause rose from the crowd. And then, as quickly as it came on, the cheers ceased as people began to crane their necks skyward. The roar of propellers announced Elysium's arrival overhead long before the dirigible's four, massive electric motors could be heard humming.

Adelaide stopped, turning to look. The Priestess and the other driudesses did the same. Above them, the Elysium halted its forward progress to hover, it's long, elliptical shadow cast over the crowd below.

From the airship's gondola slung underneath, a pair of doors opened and a woman in long, flowing purple robes stepped out onto a narrow balcony. In front of her, another woman, clad in the blue formal dress uniform of the Air Self-Defense Force, adjusted a microphone on a stand.

"It's the queen!" shouted the little girl who moments ago had tried her best to shower Eniola with flower petals.

The woman above raised her arms to the crowd. "Beloved citizens of Empyrea," she said, her voice echoing from dozens of loudspeakers dotting the dirigible gondola's perimeter.

The crowd fell silent.

"Today is a day of profound emotion for me," said the queen. "It is an annual appointment I would not and cannot miss. For I am honored to be here with you, my ...