Anya allowed Valdine to blindfold her before being led from the Sister's stall in the marketplace, and out into the still air of the forest. Night creatures scuttled about, their life noises surrounding her on all sides. Breathing in the scent of the trees, Anya attempted to quiet the flutter in her belly.
She was accustomed to the secrecy of the Sisterhood, their worship rarely seen by outsiders, their places of worship seen even less. She respected that secrecy, given the prejudices of some of the populace.
What left her uncertain was the unshakeable feeling that participating in this ritual was somehow unnatural. Anya couldn't erase the message of the previous night's dream, no matter the logic behind what she was about to do. The vividness of the dream made her uneasy, lending a reality to its contents that she might otherwise ignore.
Yet there were so few occurrences of a Kujheel and his bondmate. Finding someone to consult with was rare, and Anya was unsure of what she was getting into.
Valdine had stressed that Anya know little about the unbonding ritual, her mind allowed no time to collate the information and unconsciously interfere with the process of breaking the bond. As a result, Anya was unsure of her fears, perhaps even escalating them, in anticipation of the events ahead.
They had walked for less than an hour, Valdine leading, and Anya sure-footed behind her. When they arrived at their destination, Valdine escorted Anya to a padded surface, and guided her down into a seated position. Her blindfold remained in place, obscuring her vision of their surroundings. She heard Valdine rummaging about, and soon a sweet scent cloyed the air.
"This, the Breath of Ximona, to open your mind to me," Valdine said softly.
Anya was certain she recognized the scent, though she had no recollection of where. Its sweetness lulled her, and she found herself somewhat adrift. Her skin began to tingle as heaviness settled over her thoughts. The sounds around her became nuances of a surreal world, coloring her consciousness with their ebb and flow.
She felt Valdine raise up her arms as her tunic was pulled over her head. Fingers manipulated the buttons of the shirt she wore underneath. Within minutes, the cool air of the night touched lightly on her bare torso.
"Beautiful," Valdine murmured. "Now your leggings, and then we begin."
Anya tensed slightly as she felt hands on her thighs, nudging her pelvis up so her pants could be stripped from her hips. Another set of hands. The surrogate to take Raven's place. Valdine had mentioned him the day before.
Calloused fingers trailed lightly in the wake of her leggings, shivers alighting on the surface of her whole body. Her heart thumped a languid beat.
Her mind felt yielding, the excitement of her flesh lowering her barriers, and she gave no resistance when her hands were drawn together, and bound to something above her head.
The sounds of rustling clothing came at her from behind and in front, and shortly thereafter Anya felt the heat of Valdine's body settle at her rear, though air separated their flesh. Valdine's breath teased lightly at her nape as the Sister closed the distance between them, her bare breasts pressing softly into Anya's back.
Anya's breath hitched as fingers tantalized the skin on the outsides of her breasts, tracing a path down her sides, her nerves shivering in bliss. Upon reaching her hips, the hands changed direction, coming up behind her back and massaging their way back up again.
Sighing in contentment, Anya leaned back, her head falling against one of her upraised arms. At the top of her back, those questing hands came around again, fingers just a little bit closer to the peaks of her breasts. Anya moaned as luscious fire burned a path to her core.
"As the body finds pleasure, so does the mind lay itself open," Valdine said huskily. At her last words, Valdine's tongue snaked out and teased the inside of Anya's ear.
Liquid heat raced along Anya's nerve endings, all her senses focused on Valdine's caresses. Thought was suspended as the smoky drug dropped veils over her consciousness. All her awareness centered on the rush of pleasure spreading through her core, dampness heating the juncture of her thighs.
Another pass of Valdine's roaming hands, and suddenly the fingertips grazed over her nipples. Anya jutted her breasts forward, trying to increase the pressure, but the hands were already moving, and Anya moaned her protest. Still lightly teasing, they continued down her breasts, over her abdomen, and ventured over the tops of Anya's spread thighs. A groan tore from Anya's throat as Valdine retreated, circling again behind her back, and up towards her shoulders.
The next time around, Valdine remained at Anya's breasts. Her fingers teased around and around until she reached the peaks, squeezing the hard tips lightly before moving away again. Anya's hands clenched and unclenched as her body blindly sought Valdine's hands, the restraint inhibiting her movements in sweet frustration.
"Imagine him here, lovely," Valdine whispered. "Would you like him to suckle your beautiful breasts?"
The thought of Raven just then inched her arousal up even further. Suddenly she could feel his scorching gaze on her breasts, and she moaned again in response. Her pussy contracted, sending spurts of ecstasy through her awareness.
"Can you feel his warm mouth drawing your nipples out further?"
Valdine lifted the undersides of her breasts up, and suddenly hot wetness closed over one of them. Anya groaned as her chest pushed out further, her legs clamping around the man she could suddenly feel kneeling between them.
"Do you want him, little Anya? Do you want him to put his hands in your woman's flesh?"
"Yes," Anya breathed.
The rough hands of the surrogate started up her knees, while his mouth remained fastened on her breast. She saw Raven's hand, Raven's mouth, Raven's tongue, in her mind, and the images made her wild, her body swaying with abandon.
She whimpered when he reached her cunt, his fingers sliding in her wet heat, and she pulled on her bound hands, wanting to touch him, touch Raven.
"No, no, sweet," murmured Valdine. "You must be passive. Surrender to him, and free yourself."
Anya's head tilted backward, her back arching as she moaned her pleasure into the night air. Her reality had shrunk to this moment. Her only thoughts were of Raven, and the physical man between her legs, stroking her pussy in Raven's place.
