The sound of hot water, gently trickling into itself, fills the space. The bathhouse of the Goddess is a haze of steam, the low, flickering light of torches almost swallowed by the thick clouds of vapour. Everything is warm. Soft. Inviting. The open air adds a touch of coolness, but the glimmering pool of water is so hot, and the steam so thick and heavy, that the chill of midnight is banished far away, a full moon hanging in a velvet sky the only visible reminder.
If someone were to enter the bathhouse now, they would hear that same trickling of water as it spouts from hidden, magical nooks to roll gently through the bath itself. At a glance, the bath might seem empty, wreathed as it is in impenetrable steam, but stepping within would reveal the truth.
A quiet chorus of sound begins to tickle one’s ears a little deeper into the enclosure. Water, disturbed by movement. Quiet, but widespread. The sort of whispering susurrations you might expect from a forest caught in a light wind. The muffled sound of fluttering, uneven breathing. The occasional gasp, sweet and light like the kiss of a fairy.
Then the clouds part, the water grows shallower and near the back of the enormous bath, the Goddess and her harem are revealed. A tangle of limbs, writhing in slow and languorous ecstasy. No pressure, no great hurry, just a tightly-wound knot of naked bodies, slick, smooth flesh wrapped unhurriedly around each other.
The Goddess reclines at the centre of the pile, though she can barely be seen, nearly every inch of her bronzed, oiled skin claimed by grasping hands, eager tongues and soft embraces. She lies back, sinking slightly into the lap of the tall, dark-skinned woman beneath her. At seven feet tall, the Amazon’s generous breasts form luxurious pillow’s for the Goddess’ head, and she sighs lustily every time the Goddess shifts and bumps one of her prominent nipples. Her own arms wrap protectively around her Goddess’ waist, her strong hands unbelievably gentle. Ntando, the Warrioress.
Almond-shaped eyes, golden caramel skin and a thick, luscious body characterise the woman who lies between the two taller women’s legs. Half-in and half-out of the soothing water, the voluptuous curves of her ass and thighs seem to shine in the moonlight like enchanted islands as she buries her dexterous tongue deep in the Goddess’ cunt, lapping up her elixir-like juices with blissful abandon. Li Chang, the Priestess.
A third worshipper straddles Li Chang’s upper back, her own pussy spread wide and dripping moisture onto the already wet acolyte, grinding and gyrating slightly to the rhythm of music only she can hear. With smoky Mediterranean eyes, olive skin and round, full, lips, she leans forward, worshipping her Goddess’ gorgeous, symmetrical breasts with her exalting tongue and hungry lips. She sucks each perfectly formed nipple into her mouth in turn, nibbling at them with just the amount of pressure that her Goddess likes. She is Rosa, the Dancer.
Two women, so pale as to almost be translucent, cling to the Goddess’ sides. Wet hair, blonde as the moon, drapes over both their shoulders. Their breasts, bulging and soft just as the Goddess likes them, are slick and wet with the magical libations of the bath, wrapped around their deity’s slender upper arms. Each of them sits dazed, a single magical digit from the Goddess’ hand buried in each of their cunts. With every movement, no matter how slight, they gasp aloud as a fresh orgasm shivers through them, brought on by the waves of sexual energy radiating through them from the body that they clutch so tightly. They are Alba and Bianca, the Twins.
Finally, the sixth and final human woman, barely more than a girl. Sweet and slender, a mane of fiery red hair that hangs in damp curls in the steam, she stands, trembling, over the Goddess, her crotch – marked by a soft patch of equally red hair – just inches from the most radiant, beautiful, deific face in this or any known world. Her breasts are small, but stand proud on her chest. Freckles are splashed across her face and chest, almost invisible behind her scorching red blush. She is Cassandra, the One.
Sensing the new girl’s discomfort, Rosa reaches up and gives her a friendly – if lingering – pat on the backside, urging her forwards. Alba and Bianca each reach up a trembling hand, grasping Cassandra by the hips and pushing her onward. She stumbles with a yelp, but her slight fall is arrested by the Goddess’ face between her legs.
Gasping, she makes to back away, but as it turns out, that is exactly where the Goddess wants her. Pulling her arms free – to the sound of disappointed wails from Alba and Bianca as they are deprived of her touch – the Goddess grasps Cassandra’s rear with a grip like iron, hard and unforgiving, yet strangely gentle. She pulls the girl in, opening her mouth wide and burying her nose in the redhead’s mons.
Cassandra screams aloud as a roiling, confident tongue streaks inside her untouched pussy like lightning, longer and far more supple than any human organ should be. Her legs grow weak and she almost collapses again. Desperately, she seeks any handhold she can find, and secures one in her Goddess’ head, almost unconsciously threading her slender fingers through the sleek, shining hair of her object of worship.
Right now, though, the Goddess seems to be the one worshipping her. Cassandra’s mind explodes with fireworks as the Goddess seals her full, luscious lips over her pussy and somehow manages to coax her hooded clit from its hiding place, adding a whole new terrifying dimension to the young girl’s pleasure. The Goddess’ face rocks hungrily against her mound, loud, muffled and wholly undignified slurping sounds emanating from her lips as she greedily devours Cassandra’s deepest, most sacred aperture.
Cassandra moans, her brain finally catching up with her body as she begins to come, the magical tongue of the Goddess and the mystical allure of the surroundings combining to send her over the edge. Even as she begins to thrash in ecstasy, though, Alba and Bianca stand, pouting at being abandoned, and mash their lips against hers in a messy, slippery three-way kiss, four small, pale hands grasping her neck and shoulders and holding her still while the Goddess’ tongue drills at her cunt.
With a final squeak – swallowed instantly by Alba’s soft, yet infinitely demanding lips – Cassandra tips over the edge, eyes rolling back in her head as liquid sprays from her sex, drenching the Goddess even further.
With a thought, the Goddess signals to Rosa, who reluctantly stops sucking on her nipple and stands to take the weight of the slight redhead as she collapses, now properly unconscious.
Cassandra wakes just moments later, though she knows not how long it has been. She is beyond shocked to find herself sitting comfortably in the Goddess’ lap, legs spread so her pussy rests on the Goddess’ stomach. Panicking, she tries to move, to escape the unblinking, benign stare of her Goddess, but another body is wrapped around her. Rosa, the Dancer. The Mediterranean beauty is kissing the back of her neck, arms wrapped around both her and the Goddess to keep her in position. Her lips are like fire, the soft and crackling kind that warms Cassandra from the inside out.
Still she cannot meet the Goddess’ eye. Within a moment, however, she realises the deity is distracted, and it is the matter of just another second to figure out why. Beneath her, Li Chang still worships the Goddess in the most intimate way possible, humming with pleasure as she tongues her deity’s pussy. Ntando’s hands have wormed their way between Cassandra and the Goddess, and now she lends her large, strong fingers to Li Chang’s pursuit, probing and stroking at the Goddess’ most sensitive parts.
The Goddess’ head tilts back slightly. Her eyes grow misty. Her breath, sweet and hot as a summer breeze, is heavier now, panting; her chest heaves against Cassandra. Those waves of pleasure and arousal flow off her like water, infecting everyone. Rosa begins to grind herself against Cassandra’s back, kissing her neck hard enough to leave marks. Li Chang licks faster, her hips wriggling in the water as she touches herself simultaneously. Alba and Bianca, unable to reclaim their positions, simply lean against their Goddess and touch themselves, adding their sweet moans to hers. Ntando flicks the Goddess’ clit, groaning as the woman at the centre of it all wriggles and writhes, stimulating her Amazon warrior as she sits in her lap.
And Cassandra…
Cassandra takes the Goddess’ face in her hands and kisses her, not even knowing what she is doing. She slams her lips hungrily against this icon of sex and desire, neither knowing nor caring what she is signing up for by doing so. The Goddess’ mouth opens in a wordless scream, allowing Cassandra to slip her tongue inside and kiss her ever deeper.
When the Goddess comes, they all come. In their tightly woven knot, the collective orgasm rips through them, shared vibrations rattling them all deep within their core. Sweet moans become ungainly wails, and every muscle in their bodies tenses. Their own climaxes are melded and fused with that of the Goddess as she moans into Cassandra’s mouth, her eyes flashing gold as her body quakes.
The power of a godly orgasm is a truly terrifying thing. One by one, the worshippers collapse, jerking and gasping as the pleasure becomes too much for them to take. They lie, spent, their tight formation unravelling until all that remain are the Goddess and Cassandra, lips locked together, tongues dancing madly as they lie on a pile of twitching, shuddering bodies, blistering sexual energy consuming the Goddess and the redhead, moaning and gasping, panting and writhing for a full five minutes while the others lie defeated around them.
When the Goddess drops back down from her phenomenal high, her head falls back, uncharacteristically vulnerable in her exhaustion. Cassandra slumps too, but the curves of the Goddess’ bounteous body give her a more than ample space to recline and recover. Snuggling brazenly into the bosom of her new godly lover, Cassandra allows herself to drift off to sleep, leaving only the quiet sound of heavy, drained breathing to fill the bath, steam still spiralling lazily up from the surface of the water.
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