"A priestess..."<br/><br/>Her words weren't more then just a whisper in the wind as she listened carefully to the creature standing before her. She took in every inch of her new mistress' body, from the curves of her sultry breasts to the sway of her luscious hips. Her mind was still dozed and numb from her near-dead experience. Or had she died? She wasn't sure, but as soon as Vellorrea touched her pearly white skin with her ravenblack fingertips something stirred from deep within her body. She could feel these strange powers well up from inside, and the moment Vellorrea's buttersoft lips touched her own rosary mouth a shockwave of pure raw energy livened the young girl up.<br/><br/>She felt desire, a desire greater then she ever had felt before, and the need to sate it as soon as possible. But eventhough her need was high, she wasn't sure what to do. This was a woman before her, the same sex as her.. She had read about lovemaking, but one could only wonder what two people of the same sex could do. How would she be able to sate this need?<br/><br/>Aleija felt an overwhelming sadness taking over her confusing thoughts as her goddess backed away from her, her emotions were on the verge to burst if not for the goddess' hand taking her trembling fingers into hers to guide towards the luxurious large bed in the room. She could feel her mind dazed with thoughts of lust, the need to kiss this woman before her. She wanted to glide her fingers trough that thick crimson hair, to feel it's softness and let it slip between her hands. She wanted to trail her lips over the ravenblack skin of her mistress, the one she felt so close too. Closer then anyone in her life has ever been.<br/><br/>As they reached the bed, Aleija at down gracefully on the edge of it's feathersoft pillows, not even able to look at anything else then Vellorrea's twinkling green eyes. They had the colour of the boldest gemstones of the earth, the deadliest poison and the greenest leaf of a lifegiving tree. She wasn't sure if she should fear a creature that stirred more emotions in her feeble body then anything in her life has ever been able to, but it felt.... so.... good.. to touch her. And with that thought, Aleija lifted up her hand and stroked Vellorea's cheek with the softest touch of her fingertips, her own tongue slightly peeking out of her rosary mouth of the deepest concentration, as if she were afraid to break the illusion before her.<br/><br/>"Are you real? Or am I dreaming.." She whispered softly underneath her holding breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>