The Fate of Ankneela – 4Ankneela was sleeping lightly when she was woken by a slight noise at the entrance to her hut. Kicked instantly into full alertness by her hunter’s instincts, she sat up and stared at the entrance. The skin-covering twitched aside and a figure entered cupping a lit candle in her hands. It was the witch woman’s acolyte! Ankneela’s heart leapt – she had dreamed of this but never dared to actually hope. But she was also concerned – she had no idea what one woman would actually do with another.The acolyte shrugged out of her covering, and hung it next to Ankneela’s feather cloak. As always, she was naked under it, as was Ankneela. She crossed quickly to the grass bed, lay down next to Ankneela, and kissed her full on the mouth. Ankneela’s heart sang at the delicious melding of lips and tongues. It did not matter that she did not know what to do – the acolyte knew. The acolyte would show her.The acolyte covered her from head to foot in butterfly kisses, until Ankneela felt giddy and breathless. Then she slipped between Ankneela’s Küçükköy Escort open thighs and slid her tongue between her secret folds, licking and lapping and circling until Ankneela cried out in ecstasy. Giving her no time to recover her senses, she kissed her way up Ankneela’s trembling body, plunged her tongue into Ankneela’s mouth, cupped a breast in one hand, and slid two fingers inteo her hot wet sex. Ankneela moaned at the twin sensations of the taste of her own arousal on the acolyte’s tongue, and the magic of the acolyte’s fingers between her legs. Yes, she had experienced the latter before, but not like this – just the two of them with no witch-woman audience and no ropes. And she lost herself, drowning in sensation until she convulsed in an agony of delight.Afterwards the acolyte held her, stoking her and whispering mysterious words, until she was ready to return the favors. And the acolyte showed her what to do, until she in turn was trembling and panting in Ankneela’s embrace. Ankneela’s heart almost burst Escort Küçükköy with pride as she held her lover in her arms. She had never experienced the giving of such pleasure to another human being. Yes, men had taken pleasure from her in her old life, but that was so different – that was simply the man taking. This was her giving, and it was so beautiful.They took turns giving and receiving ecstasy in these ways, and others, until Ankneela had lost all track of time, utterly immersed in the glory of it.Then the acolyte rearranged their legs so that they formed two intertwined “Y”s, and she gripped one of Ankneela’s thighs and ground her sex against Ankneela’s. Ankneela nearly lost her mind in the flood of sensations from that glorious junction of their thighs, their beautiful woman parts sliding across each other’s slick surfaces, around and around until they exploded in a hot, wet tsunami of mutual ecstasy. And they gripped each other for dear life, trembling and panting and sighing until the wave retreated, leaving Küçükköy Escort Bayan them spent and unable to move.Somehow they found their way into each other’s arms, and lay quietly until their panting subsided, and they slid into a deep and dreamless sleep. From time to time one of them would wake enough to turn over and plant a small bundle of kisses and caresses on the other, before drifting back into the bliss of their embrace.Some time before dawn, the acolyte rose without waking Ankneela, and silently left the hut.Ankneela woke alone when the young girl entered with her food and drink. She was disappointed to find the acolyte gone, but supposed that there were preparations to be made before the dawn session with the witch-woman and their new oracle captive. As Ankneela ate, the girl sat silently, eyes respectfully downcast as usual, but was there a hint of a knowing smile about her face? Ankneela could not be sure.And so Ankneela came to value her afternoons for rest and sometimes sleep. Her mornings were spent with Inklitoori and one of her so-attentive pupils, while her nights were filled with the magical delights of the acolyte. And in the afternoons she rested and pondered the strange twists and turns of fate that had brought her here. And again she thanked the Gods for whatever part they had played in it…