Free Breaking Brandi by Stacey St. James Page B

lower, traced her nether lips and the seam where they
met. After a moment, the tongue parted her nether lips, flicking
along her cleft. Gasping, she pushed backward with her legs, moving
away from the touch.
    To her relief, instead of following her, he
moved away.
    Her relief was short lived. A moment later,
the high priest knelt over her. Straddling her belly, he dragged
her hips to the edge of the offering stone once more until it bit
into her buttocks and her legs strained against the counter pull of
the manacles around her ankles. Tightening his knees around her, he
pinned her so that she couldn’t move. As a tongue flicked along her
thigh once more, he caught the fleshly lips of her sex and pulled
them wide, stretching her so that the mouth of her sex opened.
    She felt the flicking tongue move along the
tender flesh of her cleft, sending sharp stabs of pleasure through
her belly. Moving up her cleft, the hot tongue flicked the tiny,
exquisitely sensitive bud of her clit, until heated desire had her
belly clenching and unclenching. She gasped when he nipped her,
sending a sizzling shaft of arousal through her. He didn’t linger.
Once he’d bitten her, he moved downward again and she felt the
tongue thrust inside of her. It seemed to swell, to lengthen,
undulating through her passage. As it began to slowly withdraw, the
high priest’s hold shifted, spreading her body’s opening wider so
that the tongue plunged more deeply inside her, curling against the
walls of her passage, stroking her.
    She shook, tried to twist away and
discovered she couldn’t. The thrusting continued until she was
gasping hoarsely, her body trembling.
    As he moved away, the high priest shifted
once more. Bending his head, he opened his mouth over her exposed
flesh and sucked and licked her clit almost savagely, punishing her
for her attempts to escape the invasive tongue until she was
gasping shrilly.
    She was trembling on the brink of release
when he lifted his head. She shuddered at the abrupt cessation of
stimulation, feeling a shiver skate through her as her body began
to cool. Moments passed. While she struggled to catch her breath,
the priests began to nip and lick at her breasts and belly once
more, her arms, her neck.
    Her flesh quivered as she felt the skate of
a hot tongue along her thigh. As the tortuous sensations neared her
sex, the high priest caught her nether lips, pulling them wide and
offering the exquisitely sensitive inner flesh for the delectation
of the worshippers of Nhewa.
    The heated tongue moved back and forth along
her cleft, nipping at her clit until she began to quake with
imminent release. She fought it, dreading it, knowing that once it
began they would not allow it to stop until they were ready to move
on. As he moved down her cleft, the high priest shifted his hold on
her, spreading the mouth of her passage wide to receive the tongue
of the other priest. Two others approached her, flicked their
tongues over her nipples and bit down on them as the tongue was
thrust deeply inside of her. She gasped sharply, her body
convulsing with pleasure. It continued to spasm as the tongue was
thrust into her over and over.
    The moment the priest withdrew and moved
away, the high priest shifted again, burying his face against the
tender flesh, sucking her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his
tongue. The tremors of her climax, which had began to subside,
mounted once more, tearing through her in almost painful waves
until she was screaming with the nearly unbearable pleasure.
    Darkness began to engulf her before he
ceased to torment her.
    She was still gasping, trying to catch her
breath when they began moving over her again. Her body, heated now
to the point of release, was not allowed to cool more than a
handful of moments as they continued the ritual unceasingly,
teasing her flesh to such sensitivity she felt faint, dizzy. Each
time the serpent approached to spear her womb with his tongue, the
high priest parted the lips