A Feast Before Lunch

On a low couch in the Supplicant's Chamber, two figures lay naked, legs entwined, their clothes strewn on the floor. The tall, lean one was Temmin, his golden hair unruly, his tan cheeks flushed, his bright blue eyes blinking sleepily, as if drugged. The black-haired one was Issak, muscles corded under his fair and downy skin, arm pillowing the younger man's head. Their kisses were long, slow, and langorous ones that Temmin would occasionally try to speed up only to find them forcibly slowed down by his partner. They kissed, but no more; every time Temmin's hand wandered down between their bodies, Issak would move it, and while Issak was a little shorter than the prince, he was a little older, better built and stronger. Temmin finally gave up, settling for pressing himself as close to Issak as he could and drifting in the long haze of the kisses.

"Temmin," said Issak finally, gently beginning to untangle himself from the prince's long, insistent limbs.

"Hm?" mumbled Temmin. Why had Issak stopped kissing him? "Come back. We're not finished, we've barely started." He tried to draw Issak back into his arms.

"No, Temmin, stop. We have things to do."

"We're doing them," whispered Temmin, nibbling on Issak's jaw. He ground himself against Issak's thigh.

"I mean it. Stop." Temmin paid him no mind and wrapped himself back around Issak as best he could given Issak's resistance, his head buried in the other man's neck. "Supplicant!" Issak finally roared.

Temmin jumped and pulled his arms and legs back into himself like a hermit crab. Issak had never raised his voice above his usual seductive tones before, but then, the prince hadn't been trying to devour him before. He certainly was loud enough when he wanted to be, thought Temmin. "Sorry," he mumbled, "I got carried away, ehm, Holy One. Well! You can hardly blame me!" He sat up and settled his aching balls, his cock wilting under Issak's disapproval.

"Take note," said Issak severely, standing up and pulling on his trousers. "When your partner says 'stop,' you must stop, no matter how excited you are, unless you've arranged otherwise."

"Arranged what?"

"Never mind, another lesson for another day, probably not too far from now at this rate." Issak sighed ruefully and shook his head. "It's all right, no harm done, I'm sorry I had to shout. You really need to pay better mind."

Temmin hung his head. "I rather thought I was paying better mind, I mean, I certainly wasn't thinking of anything else--and really!" he added angrily. "All this kiss-me-senseless-ooh-we-must-stop from the both of you! What's the point!"

Issak sat back down on the couch. "Learning to pay attention outside of your body. You were completely wrapped up in your own pleasure to the exclusion of all else, and while there's a time for that, you must first learn to pay attention," he said, cupping Temmin's face. " As inexperienced as you are, though, losing yourself is understandable. Don't you think, Allis?"

"Oh, certainly," said a voice from the door behind the draperies; Allis walked into the room. "Really, very understandable, and rather adorable, but not for much longer. Reminds me of a puppy chewing on a slipper. Cute when young, not when grown. We'll have to break him of the habit. Good morning, Temmin Supplicant." Allis was dressed in what he assumed was the female version of Temple garb, a simple floor-length linen skirt over an open shirt. Though the Temple clothing was loose, somehow it draped in such a way as to make every curve of the body stand out, like a classical statue. It left very little to the imagination, on men or women.

"Good morning, Holy One," said Temmin. Why did everyone have to compare him to a puppy? And why was he the only one naked again? "Why am I the only one naked again?" he said aloud.

"Because we still like you that way," grinned Issak.

"I should think you'd expected to be naked quite a bit here," said Allis, stopping to kiss her brother on both cheeks before sitting on the other side of the prince and taking his hand.

"Not by myself," Temmin answered wistfully.

"Ah, that will be remedied shortly," Allis said, and then she kissed him until his toes curled. "Very fuzzy everywhere but your chin," she remarked, running her fingers among the golden hairs on his thigh and watching his cock twitch in response. "So sweet. Now," she continued in a businesslike tone, "you've never had a proper look at a naked woman, have you?"

"Unless you count swimming with Ellika and Sedra as children, no."

"Certainly not," said Allis, "I'm speaking of women, not little girls." Issak got up, as if on cue. "Send the others in on your way out, Issak, there's a dear brother." He kissed the top of her head, winked at Temmin, and left, snagging his shirt off the floor as he walked out the half-hidden door.

"Others?" said Temmin. "I'm not really--d'you know, I was hoping it'd be you I saw naked!"

Allis laughed. "You will, just not right now. This is a lesson on anatomy and on patience."

Anda and Bessa re-entered the chamber, both with their hair down and not a stitch on. Anda's hair was a nondescript brown, but it was thick and wavy, falling to her hips. Naked, her body had a look of abundance rather than heaviness--large, swelling breasts, rounded arms, a soft belly, full hips, lush thighs. In this different context, everything about her looked...Temmin groped for a better word than "fertile," but none would come. She reminded him of wheels of cheese, of bowls of ripe fruit, of jugs of cream, of honey, and nuts, wine, and good, thick bread. Was it lunchtime? No, he wasn't hungry. Nevertheless, "plain, fat Anda" looked positively edible.

Bessa had the look of an air spirit, transformed out of her clothing from gangly, pale and too thin to elegant, lithe and otherworldly. Her skin was translucent, dusted with light freckles like gold dust in places, and at her pulse points the fine blue lines of her veins were visible beneath the skin. The lines of her body were long and graceful, fluid--small-breasted, and narrow-hipped as a boy, flat-muscled, but unmistakeably female. She reminded him of the wind that whipped past him when he rode hard across the plains at Whithorse, or the soft breezes that played with his hair when he let Jebby wander lazy as he pleased through a meadow. Dressed, he'd dismissed her as a skinny, colorless stick of a girl; naked, she looked as luminous and insubstantial as a ray of sunshine through a break in the clouds, and as swift as the wind. She would not break; she would bend, and he was very curious as to how.

"No further than kisses and touches, but the touches may go where they will. Start with Anda," said Allis quietly. "Anda, dear, on the couch." Anda padded over to the couch; Temmin watched in fascination as her breasts gently bounced and jostled each other whenever she moved. She laid herself down, Bessa joining her to sit at her feet. Temmin almost didn't know what to do. The sight of them both, the nearness of Allis, Issak nearly driving him mad earlier had him aroused almost to the point of paralysis. But he managed to make his legs move, and he lay down next to Anda.

She turned over, back to his chest, and pressed her full length against him. He gave a strangled moan as his prick settled in the cleft of her ample ass, and he spooned her almost convulsively, sliding his arms under hers until his hands closed on her breasts. "Gently, start gently," said Allis, and he relaxed his grip.

A girl. A naked girl. Somewhere in his mind a voice was screaming that he had a real girl's real naked breasts in his hands. Gods she was so soft and smelled so good. He whimpered, throwing a leg over hers to pull her even closer, and his hands softly kneaded her breasts until she tilted her head back and gave a low growl of pleasure. He kissed her neck and took her nipples in his fingers, stroking them delicately. To his surprise, he felt them go hard under his touch, the wide, soft areolas puckering and pebbling, and his kiss turned into an excited series of small bites at the back of her neck; she gasped in surprise, wriggled against him, and let her breath out in a wavering sigh that ended in a little sob.

It was too much, Anda's bottom cradling his cock, her hard nipples between his fingers, the sounds of her pleasure and the taste of her skin. He ground himself helplessly against her, felt his balls pull up and the pulse of his orgasm begin, and before he could stop himself he came, crying out. He lay there quivering for a moment, eyes closed, Anda still in his arms. "Oh gods, I'm sorry," he said when speech returned.

He felt a soft touch along his belly, gently urging him back away from Anda; he opened his eyes to find Bessa wiping them clean. "Don't be sorry, that's why we have an unending supply of towels," she murmured, setting the used towel down beside the couch and sliding up to spoon him from behind. He felt Bessa's hard little nipples pressed into his back and the soft thatch of hair on her mound against his ass as she ran her long fingers from his neck down his sides to his hip and back. Anda turned to face him, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"Are they supposed to do that?" Temmin asked shyly, running his fingertip over the dark nubbly flesh of Anda's erect nipple. "It's not because I grabbed them too hard?"

"What, shrink up like that? Yes," she laughed. "Happens whenever I'm cold or excited." He flicked the tip experimentally, then pinched it gently. Her breath hitched.

Temmin put his hand at Anda's jaw and smoothed his thumb over her round cheek. He didn't know the first thing about pleasing a girl, apart from his recently acquired talent for kissing, and so he fell back on honesty. "What do you like? Show me what to do."

She gave a half-smile and looked up at Allis. "Holy One, he's so very sweet." Falling onto her back, she kissed him and pulled him to her, hips to one side.; Bessa kept up her gentle featherlight touches, moving to his back and legs. "You can never play with them too much," Anda whispered as he squeezed her breasts a little harder than before.

"May I kiss--would it be good, would you like it if I--?"

Before Temmin could stutter it out, she gathered her pillowy breasts in her hands and offered them to his mouth. On impulse, he ran his tongue up between them, slowly lapping like a dog. Her scent, a musky apricot, filled his nose, and he buried his face under one breast with a muffled groan, licking and kissing, Anda encouraging him with her hands. He worked his way up one mound with his fingers and tongue, cradling the other in one hand, until he came to the nipple. He ran his tongue over and over the already-taut areola, and Anda gasped. He flicked its tip and lipped it gently, listening to her breathing pick up in intensity, until finally he took it into his mouth and began to suck.

"Oh Gods, just like that," she moaned, and her body undulated beneath him in a fleshy wave. "Just like that. Pinch the other one now. No, don't stop, both at the same--oh Gods! Oh..." Anda's fingers wove into his hair and held him close. He was focused on the nipple in his mouth, its taste, its feel, the way every sweep of his tongue or soft bite made Anda cry out and how those cries drove him on. He wanted to make her sob, to call his name, he wanted to see her lush body shake as she came.

He felt Bessa shift behind him. She sat up and slid one hand up Anda's leg, tracing her fingers up the other girl's plump thigh. Temmin rolled onto his side to see what Bessa was up to, keeping the nipple firmly in his mouth. Bessa took his free hand, covered it with her own and moved it between Anda's thighs. Anda arched up into their hands, and Bessa slipped his fingers just inside the lips.

Wet. She was so wet, hot and wet and slippery, so different from anything he'd ever felt. He rumbled deep in his chest and sucked harder on the nipple in his mouth. "Slowly, slowly," murmured Allis. With an effort, he kept himself from plunging his fingers inside Anda, and followed Bessa's direction as she moved their fingers in maddeningly slow, gentle circles just inside.

Anda was openly whimpering now, her breathing fast and hard, her hips rocking. "I know just how you like it," said Bessa softly as she guided Temmin's fingers, "I'm showing him just how you like it, Anda, and if I'm feeling generous, I'll teach him how to make you come. Or maybe we'll just leave you like this. Serve you out for your little trick earlier." Anda gave an agonized moan that might have been a plea. "D'you feel that, Temmin?" She guided his fingers gently across a hard nub at the top of Anda's opening, and the girl cried out, bucking her hips. "That's her clitoris. It's like a little prick, but you can't treat it like one." She set his fingers in a tight, gentle spiral around the nub, sliding its hood. Anda's fingers tightened in his hair, and he took it to mean "harder." He took her nipple between his teeth, just as Bessa urged him to speed up his fingers on her clit.

"Oh, please, please, please don't stop, please," Anda begged, her voice rising. "Please--please--! Oh! Nerr--Oh! Gods! Fuck!" she sobbed out, and Temmin watched Anda's climax literally ripple through her body, setting every inch of her shivering like an aspic. Bessa slowed their fingers down and withdrew her hand, but Temmin kept up lazy strokes on the inner lips, memorizing the feeling of the silky, soaked fleshiness of her. "Owtch, that's enough," she said, pulling his hair. He let go of her nipple with a contented pop. "The Embodiment is right, Temmin, you're a quick study, and a darling. I'm going to like having you here very much. And you, Bessa," she added with a long, languid stretch, "are a complete bitch and I love you."

"I love you too," said Bessa with a kiss, "and I'm only a partial bitch. If I was a complete bitch I really would have left you like that."

Only then did Temmin realize that he'd never gone soft, that he was as hard as he'd ever been. He stroked himself hesitantly a couple of times, looking up at Allis with what he hoped was an alluring look in his eyes. But instead of his hoped-for release, she threw him his trousers, and said the only thing that was in the least consoling: "It's time for lunch!"