Free Devi's Paradise by Roxane Beaufort Page B

to pleasure. Fingers played with her puckered nipples, others toyed with her anus and Jacy went down on her.
    Romilly’s head sagged back and her throat arched as she sobbed, ‘Oh yes, yes!’ and she held the girl firmly to her, using her hair as a bridle.
    Jacy sucked the hard clit into her mouth and rolled her tongue-tip over its aching head. She used her fingers to gently pull the labia back so that the nub stood out like a tiny cock robbed of its foreskin. Romilly’s sensitive nipples sent tingles of joy down to that seat of all sensation, stimulated by the busy fingers of Jacy’s companions.
    Through half-closed eyes Romilly saw Alvina writhing under the hands of other girls, and the sight of her friend enjoying spasms of lust roused her even more. She was approaching that plateau where nothing could stop that delirious plunge into bliss. Jacy’s tongue worked its magic. Romilly’s nipples were flicked, rolled and mouthed. With a scream she reached the peak and tumbled over into ecstasy, coming in a welter of pleasure that left her shaking from head to toe.
    It seemed as if a wave of awesome female sexuality had taken over the hut. They satisfied one another; they were loving friends and understanding companions, banding into a flourishing sisterhood. It was a state that could never have been entered into with a man, no matter how much of a soul mate he was. They were earth goddesses, giving their womb blood to nourish the soil, giving life to their young, caring for those around them and forming a deep, abiding bond. Romilly’s eyes were opened in that moment of revelation and she now understood her feelings towards Alvina. Should anyone have threatened this lovely person she would have fought to the death in her defence.
    Riku’s entrance rudely interrupted this epiphany. The girls unwound themselves from each other and bowed to him respectfully. A man was once more in control, a holy man, moreover, who claimed he could communicate with the gods and the dead.
    An old crone was with him, her bright eyes peering out from under a mane of grizzled hair. Jacy whispered to Romilly, ‘She is Mahil, a great sorceress. She will find out if you have been with a man. Chief demands it. ’
    ‘I won’t let her,’ Romilly insisted indignantly.
    ‘What’s going on?’ Alvina demanded, sitting up and fixing the weird pair with a haughty stare.
    ‘The hag wants to examine us to see if we’re virgins.’
    ‘Damned impertinence!’ Alvina exploded ‘How dare she? Doesn’t she know that we’re ladies and not to be tampered with?’
    ‘I don’t think any of that is significant here,’ Romilly said sadly, and huddled on the bed, arms folded protectively about her bunched knees.
    Mahil snapped her fingers at the watching women and four flung themselves on Romilly, bearing her down on her back. Two held her arms above her head, while the others forced her to raise her legs, knees widespread. Then the sorceress and shaman leaned over, peering into Romilly’s wide open cleft. They muttered together in a strange language, and Mahil inserted a finger into her victim’s vulva.
    Romilly stiffened at the sudden pain as the women pressed against her hymen. She withdrew with a satisfied nod, and turned to where Alvina was standing like a cornered tigress. ‘Don’t bother to try me,’ she said briskly. ‘I lost my maidenhead ages ago. Look,’ and she crouched and thrust her fingers into her vagina, withdrawing them wet and sticky with her love juices.
    Mahil and Riku shrugged their assent, and gave them over to the women to be prepared for the feast and Romilly’s introduction to her bridegroom. She was bathed and perfumed and her hair was washed free of salt water, and Alvina was treated in the same way. Then two beautiful white robes were produced, diaphanous and flowing, of so sophisticated a design that they could only have been manufactured in a civilised country.
    ‘Where on earth did they get these?’ Alvina