In Service of the Queen Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

In Service of the Queen Ch. 04

... to sit on Adelaide's lap. And as Eniola began to weave her tale, Adelaide smiled.

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Two hours later

The shadows of children, hand in hand with their mothers, trailed over the streets as the sun sank to touch the horizon. The evening's light was being replaced bit by bit by the winking on of sodium vapor lamps lining the sidewalks. Knots of people shuffled over to gather at the trolley stop. A young girl draped over her mother's shoulder raised her head just long enough to offer a final wave to the Mabon Priestess before closing her eyes.

"Sleep well, friend," whispered Eniola, as she waved back. Surrounding the Mabon Priestess, her entourage of druidesses returned waves of their own as the group walked on.

From a sidewalk tent, two women with trays of beer steins smiled as they hustled toward the priestess and her entourage. "Happy harvest, Priestess," they said.

"Thank you, friends," said Eniola, as beers were passed around.

"My loyal druidesses," said Eniola, raising her stein. "Friend Tiara's band is playing The Catacombs tonight. So, for my final request of the day. Who among you would be so willing as to accompany your Priestess in search of music, and friendship... and more beer?"

A cheer went up from the white-robed knot of duidesses surrounding Priestess Eniola.

"Great," said Eniola. "But first I need to pee. Tonje? Adelaide?"

"Um," said Adelaide. "I'm fine actually. I don't really need to--"

"I need you to," said ...

... Eniola.

"Oh, like Friend Cosette?" Adelaide stopped and knit her eyebrows while her cheeks pinkened. "Um, I didn't mean..."

"Relax," said Tonje, "Everyone knows about Cosette. We all indulge her from time to time."

Eniola nodded in agreement. "I don't need an audience, friend. I need your key. And Tonje's."

"My... key?" Adelaide chewed her lip for a second and then held her hand to the center of her chest, fingers clutching for the outline of the gold key beneath her robe. "Oh, my key. You have a private toilet just for priestesses, is that it? Must be pretty swanky."

"Not exactly," said Eniola. "Come."

"Where are we going?"

"To the Catacombs," said Tonje.

"I thought we were going to the toilet. With Friend Eniola... um, Priestess Eniola."

"We are," said Eniola. "There's one on the way."

"The secret Priestess toilet. Got it," mumbled Adelaide, grinning as she walked along.

"Woo! Priestess!" hollered a group of women from across the street, raising their beer steins in salute. "Big fan of your work!"

"Thank you, friends," replied Eniola. "Happy harvest!"

Coming toward them from a side street, a lone woman in a black leotard twirled a silver baton while simultaneously flipping end over end without using her hands for anything but the baton. Bowing with a flourish, she paused to let the entourage pass. Her face was painted stark white and streaked with black under her eyes.

"Your acrobatics are amazing, friend," said Eniola. "Happy harvest to ...