Every step the priestess took built up tension in Vera’s muscles, every fiber of her body preparing for the moment to be touched by the Light. The rest of the tavern faded into a blur around the naked form of the priestess, and the closer she came, the deeper Vera sank into the soft, imaginary bubble that enclosed their private scene from the world.<br/><br/>At the first touch of Hilda’s hands on her nethers, Vera’s body tightened even further, until the warm lick relieved her of all the tension as if her entire body was being massaged at once. By the time Hilda’s tongue reached the most sensitive spot on her vagina, Vera had rested her back on the smooth surface of the table, lifted her feet bent at the knees, and held the parted legs against the sides of her belly, the hands in a wide grip along the backside of each thigh. She relaxed, closed her eyes, and forgot where she was. The soft tongue pressed against the piercings on her clitoral hood, and so with her clear, melodic voice, Vera let out a loud moan of pleasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>