Warning: Pagan undertones
Dedication: To Shawn for inspiring me to not only be creative, but to make something of myself.
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The gentle glow of three short candles flickered softly in the darkness. Their flames seemed to dance with a mild draft that haunted the room, the yellow light reflecting in bath water that seemed black in the darkness. The slight motion of soft legs only seemed to give the flames more life as one limb bent, a smooth, shaven knee emerging from the surface. Small beads of water slid down the exposed, silken skin as a breathy sigh slipped from full, parted lips, the sound erotic and gentle, tinged just barely with frustration.
Her eyes rested softly shut, dark locks of hair framing a slender face as they spilled down from a bun set atop her lulled back head, propped against the cool porcelain edge of the tub. The knee peaking out from the water leaned slightly to the side as she spread her legs scarcely, gentle waves building with the motion beneath the warm liquid surface. The sounds of her sighs turned into low, throaty moans as fingers hidden by seemingly dark water caressed her most delicate areas. Slim digits expertly spread apart the soft, bare folds of her pussy, one finger reaching down and dipping just barely inside of her before moving to rub an engorged clit. The motion made the pitch of her voice rise, causing her to press the sensitive nub harder, moving in short circles.
"Fuck..." she breathed, the word tumbling gently past her lips as the movements became more needy, her back arching just slightly as deep moans followed the word.
The spark of an orgasm just barely tickled through her body as she let two fingers dive deep inside her. The experienced digits took on a slight curve as she reached for a spot inside, the tips of her fingers touching and pressing, caressing in a small back and forth motion. It wasn't much longer before she was almost franticly racing after the orgasm that kept threatening to engulf her, but never quite exploded. Fingers quickly moved to rub her clit hard, legs spreading wide open now.
It went on like that for what could have been hours until she was so frustrated that beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her flushed face. A shiver coursed through her body like a small wave that was never quite big enough for her orgasm to surf upon, and she soon withdrew tired fingers with an aggravated sigh.
"God damn it," she cursed lowly, two hands resting on the sides of the tub to support her weight as she rose.
The sound of draining water covered up any further words of aggravation as she reached for a plush, green towel. Water dripped and rolled down the fluid curves of her body, a few thin canals streaming across the incline of her back, following down the smooth slope of her ass until they dripped from the backs of shapely thighs. She dried herself carelessly, barely letting the fluffy material of the towel sweep across her body, beginning with soft breasts, and then traveling down across her stomach.
She didn't bother with pajamas or a robe after blowing out the candles and exiting the bathroom, a hand coming up to pull her hair loose from its tie. Soft brown locks fell across her back, sweeping just above the slope that led to a nicely rounded rear. Her frustration was voiced by a near grumble as she climbed into bed, pulling only a cool, thin sheet up over herself, the material outlining her form nicely and clinging to places where she had neglected drying.
A hand was soon caressing the peeks of her tits, fingers turning large nipples and pinching softly before traveling downwards. Her tongue absently swept across lips as her eyes fell shut, a near groan slipping out as she began to gingerly touch herself. Her motions were soft and almost timid, trying to tease herself into some kind of frenzied state. Three agile digits reached inside her damp pussy, the pad of her hand rubbing ever so slightly across an aroused clit, making her body quiver momentarily. She thought about reaching for the dildo stored away in the end table next to her bed, but her frustration soon gave way into exhaustion, the motion of her fingers slowing until the digits were simply resting between the soft folds of her lips.
Slow, deep breaths began to heave her chest as the darkness of sleep enveloped her, body mostly still and peaceful. It wasn't long before the gentle rhythm of a heart beat touched her ears, the pressed together lashes of closed eyes seeming to flutter in time with the sound. She'd heard that sound a myriad of times; the soothing rhythm of drums sweeping through her ears and soon pulsing throughout her entire being.
She basked in it; let it flow over her until the sound took over her body, swaying gently. Intense brown eyes then fluttered open, the orbs nearly black in the darkness of night. A roaring fire reflected across their glossy surface as she stared intently into it; flames of yellow, orange, blue, and white dancing in time with the pulsing of drums, shakers, and bells. Every now and then scattered voices could be heard singing as if they were soft breezes, the chants acting as their own musical instrument.
She didn't have to look back to know that there was an entire line of drummers behind her, the players acting as voices of spirit as their entraining music moved scattered dancers around the fire. Her hands rested gently upon the tops of her knees as she sat on the ground cross-legged, dark silhouettes of naked men and women being moved as if on strings controlled by the music. Their forms seemed to give the fire a new definition, almost as if they were a part of both flame and music.
Even with the closeness of crackling fire, she wasn't hot, but was instead warm, the fire seeming to wrap her form in gentle comfort. Every now and then a dancer would pass right through her as if either she or they were a ghost. Their movement didn't unsettle her, and she would sway momentarily as their energy seemed to intertwine and dance with her own briefly.
"Beautiful isn't it?" A soothing, male voice seemed to ghost through her as if it were one of the dancers, not at all disrupting or startling her, the sound almost becoming a part of the music.
"Mmm..." she breathed the simple affirmative with a slight nod, somehow knowing that he wasn't simply talking about the fire or the music.
Her body relaxed into the feeling of strong hands coming to a rest upon her shoulders, slightly calloused fingers soon sliding down her arms, caressing the skin with a softness she had never felt before. She could feel him crouching down behind her, and she relaxed against him, dark eyes never once leaving the fire.
