Shereena wasn't sure if she had made the wisest decision, but Vivian seemed harmless enough. Like her, Vivian was a priestess, but similarities ended there. Shereena was a young initiate to the goddess of life, and had yet earned the right to take her vows and enter the order as a full fledged priestess. Vivian was a secretive and seductive priestess to the death goddess, living on the fringes of the town to avoid upsetting the populace.
Vivian crossed paths with Shereena while travelling back to the capital from outlying areas. They travelled together for most of the day, and while Shereena was initially very suspect, Vivian found her easy enough to whittle away at and got her to open up and chat during the travel. Vivian playfully bantered with the suspicious Shereena for several hours, informing the sheltered young woman that her Death god was misunderstood, and while a bit grim, he was not evil and part of the natural cycle. She grinned widely upon finally getting Shereena to agree to come to her modest home and discuss their beliefs.
That evening Shereena found herself outside Vivian's home, a small stone structure that more resembled a crypt than a home. Shereena was quite out of place in the old overgrown graveyard in which Vivian's home sat. Shereena was a tiny woman, barely standing over five feet in height. Her wavy blond hair hung down just past her shoulders and framed her innocent face, giving her a cute, soft look that matched her gentle demeanor. Though she would never flaunt it, her body was beautiful to behold, soft curves and a full, ample chest were hidden beneath her soft pink and yellow initiate robes.
"Shereena." I am so glad you could make it." Vivian said, opening the door before Shereena could even knock, startling the young woman.
Vivian was quite the sexual creature. She was tall and lithe, her curves sharp and defined, giving her a sensual, confident look. Her curly, jet black hair hung down to the small of her back. Her black robes were quite skimpy, baring her thighs while the strips of cloth covering her upper body hugged her form tightly, baring much flesh and accentuating her toned form and pert breasts. White still quite young herself, she was still older than Shereena and was much more experienced in the ways of the world.
"No need to stand out in the cold." Vivian said with a grin, suggestively leaning against the door frame. "Come on in, I have prepared a lovely evening for us both tonight."
"OK." Shereena replied softly as Vivian took her by the hands and slowly pulled her into the building, closing the doors behind her.
The first thing Shereena noticed was a pleasant incense Vivian had begun to burn. Shereena let out a soft sigh as she inhaled the spell laced scent, a strange sense of relaxation and satisfaction coming over her.
This helped take the edge off of Vivian's unusual décor. The furniture was all black satin. Bizarre ritual symbols could be seen on several tapestries and a few skulls, human and bestial alike, could be seen as if they were set up as a curio or decoration. The closest thing to a table in the living area was a stone slab that reminded Shereena more of an altar than a table. The 'table' was adorned in several runes and a few carving depicting dead (or maybe undead?) figures.
"Oh." She stammered, bringing a hand to her chest.
Vivian chuckled.
"Not quite what you are used to I suppose." Vivian observed playfully. "Why don't you sit down and relax."
Shereena felt one of Vivian's hands slip around her waist, guiding her to the couch, Vivian smiling warmly the whole time. She placed a hand on Shereena's right knee and gripped firmly to reassure her.
"Before dinner, let's have a toast to our new friendship." Vivian said to a slightly stunned Shereena.
"Hmm...sure." Shereena replied, Vivian noticing she was taking to the incense quite well.
Vivian nodded in agreement with Shereena and leaned forward from her seat on the couch and poured two glasses of a dark red wine she had resting on her table, along with a large dusty tome. Leaning back to relax on the couch she crossed her lovely long legs and handed Shereena one of the goblets, a silver glass molded into the shape of a skull.
"You really like this death thing don't you." Shereena said with a slight smile.
"Hmm...more than you know Shereena." Vivian replied with a knowing smile. "To us."
Vivian raised her glass and Shereena followed suit. Vivian moaned in satisfaction as she drank the wine, the death priestess retaining her composure, having grown quite used to the potency of the magical drugs she was using on Shereena.
Shereena however found the wine to be quite strong. As she lowered the glass from her lips after her first drink her doe like eyes had already began to gloss over. Her lips parted and she sighed, her plump breasts pushing deliciously against her robes as she inhaled deeply.
Vivian reached forward and gently pulled the goblet from Shereena's gasp and set it aside on the table. She scooted towards Shereena and began to playfully rub one of her calves against Shereena.
"How was the wine Shereena? I hope you liked it." Vivian whispered into Shereena's ear.
"Yes...it was delicious." Shereena eventually replied, her voice soft and lacking conviction, her mind obviously swimming in a daze.
"Hmm...so are you." Vivian smirked, looking down and Shereena's delicious cleavage.
Vivian brought a hand to Shereena's neck and began to gently caress the younger woman. Vivian panted slowly, staring at her new prize, looking forward to a long night of carnal pleasure. Vivian allowed her fingers to slide around Shereena's thin neck and gripped gently, guiding the lovely blonde back until she lay out on the couch.
"Oops." Vivian said before tipping her goblet and slowly pouring the wine onto Shereena, allowing it to splash on her neck, then slowly moving it down, coating Shereena's cleavage and her soft robes.
