56 - Honey'd Lips and Sweet Breath

The central hall of the girl’s school loggia lay deep inside the spiral of the building, past mist curtains and air-cleansing plants all the way inside.  There was so little dust in the air that everyone had shed their outer veils to be carried away and cleansed, and even dared take off their face veils.  In the dim light of raghnall oil lamps, the women drank tea that didn’t need the dust skimmed off or sunk with grain, smoothed scented, water-soaked clothes over hands and feet, shins and forearms, smoothed and loosened their hair.

The orchids set into niches in the wall, in all shades of white, pink and purple, nodded in the slowly turning fan and metal chimes mimicked the sound of trickling water.

The babies squirmed around on the cushions on the floor, beginning to crawl, putting their fists into the honey-jar, if they were old enough to pull themselves up on the ottoman by their hands.

Hara lay face down on the massage table, and groaned as Kurazon and Shashi’s hands worked their way down her back. “I do... don’t know... what to think with all four oooh... of your hands!”

Mother Thriti, having her feet worked on by  Durnat, laughed.  “Then don’t think.  That is part of the idea, Hara.”  It had taken all of an eyeblink for Thriti to throw out the titles.

“You should see the baths at home,” Hara said, and sniffed.  “My nose is getting stuffy.”

“It will.  It is the lowest part of you and when you relax you’ll want to blow out all those toxins.”

The two girls paused while Hara rose up on her elbows and blew her nose. “I think I’ve only been this relaxed after sex,” she said as she laid down again.  Homa, the real little princess of Lainz, crawled under the head of the table and sat up, tipping her head up to look at Hara through the face-hole.  They both giggled.

“Baths?  You mean like His Radiance’s bath? Or the Basin?” That was Durnat, as he paused to drop a bit more oil onto his hands.

“Bigger than His Radiance’s bath.  We have a lot more water hidden away under the mountains,” Hara said, smiling.  “And when the rains come through there’s a lot more on the surface, kept there by the plants.”

“That sounds astonishing,” Shashi said.  “Like our garden terraces, but all over instead of protected in the canyon walls. Here, turn over and I’ll throw a light sheet over your middle.”

“Why cover me up?” Hara wiggled around and then yawned and stretched, luxuriously.  “I’m all right with not being covered, as long as the house is filtered.”

“Most people feel a bit vulnerable,” Kurazon said.  Her eyes were brown or gold depending on the light and her mood and when not obscured by the veil, her mouth was generous.  She was smiling as she drew her hands through Hara’s hair and began gently pulling and massaging Hara’s scalp.

“Ooooh... that’s... oh.” Shashi ran her hands over her feet at the same time and it felt so good that she forgot entirely what she was going to say.

Mother Thriti pulled on her pipe, let go a cloud of sweetly scented smoke.  “You Milar let your children run wild when it comes to sex don’t they?”

Hara smiled dreamily as the question made it through the waves of feeling.  “Our zon make sure that we can play without hurting someone else or getting hurt.”

“What happens when the girls get pregnant?” Kurazon’s breath, sweet with chewed cinnie seeds, stirred the hair on Hara’s forehead.

“Oh that doesn’t happen,” she said, vaguely, as Shashi began working up her right thigh.  Kurazon got up and matched her, on the left.  “Ohh, that feels... wonderful.  We shut our fertility off when the healer checks to make sure we don’t have any illnesses to pass around.”

“That sounds sensible.” Two sets of hands drifted to a stop, half way up her thighs.  “Hara... do you want us to finish off here?”

“There’s... there’s a different place to finish a massage?”

“Uh-hm.  With your permission.”

“Oh. OH! Um... you have my permission.” A sudden shiver washed through her gloriously relaxed muscles and she caught her breath as both Shashi and Kurazon’s hands worked slowly higher and higher until their fingers just brushed the hair between her legs.

She let her legs fall open as they gently worked the muscle that attached to the bone there, drew back but before she could protest, they leaned forward.  Breath brushed across the tender curls and a warm, wet tongue tip just brushed over her vulva.  “Oh.  Oh, yes.”

Shashi’s mouth brushed across the nipple on her side as Kurazon... yes, she was smiling.  Hara could feel her cheek move, even as she gently opened her lips.  Her head turned and her hair tickled the sensitive thigh, then... then Kurazon opened her mouth and flicked her tongue across her delicate flesh.  Hara’s hips lifted toward her mouth, even as Shashi licked one and then the other nipple.  “Oh... oh...” and then all coherence went away.  Hara ceased thinking, upheld on four hands and two mouths that trailed sweet, hot kisses along her skin.

Their hands were covered lusciously in scented oil, and she kissed Shashi first, then Kurazon.  Kisses tasting of honey and cinnie, honey and vanilla.  Languid strokes that sent lightning coursing through her body, sending waves of feeling like thunder rippling up and down. Then... and then... a long, ecstatic anticipation... a pause.... then dim light bloomed bright as the moon behind her closed eyes and she came from completely relaxed to bow-string tight and then boneless once more, rocking, shaking, upheld and held together on four hands.