Many of the colony were too shy to approach An Ming directly, but did manage to find the courage to dance with Lina from time to time. This resulted in a rotating pattern of An Ming together with Lina and Arabel, and then An Ming with Lina and a newcomer as Arabel was being fawned over. And at times, Lina and An Ming found themselves together.
During one of those times, An Ming had positioned herself behind Lina, to wrap her arms around Lina’s waist as they swayed to the music. Lina encouraged An Ming to let her hands explore as Lina ground her backside against An Ming’s hips. Arabel, who was busy dancing with I and the medicine woman Yasmin, winked and licked her lips, before scenting love their direction.
Lina arched her back and let her head come to rest on An Ming’s shoulder.
“At times, I wish you had stayed,” An Ming said, while tracing out the border of Lina’s scent gland with her loosely parted lips. “But, I know it is selfish of me to think that way. Perhaps, with Bella’s permission, we might share a night together, so that I can leave here with the memory of what could have been.”
Lina moaned as the warm breath carrying An Ming’s words danced over her scent gland. “Perhaps, if you ask politely,” Lina said, as she rubbed her back up against An Ming. “But I am sure that Arabel would want to be there as well.”
“I don’t believe I have ever mated with a priestess before. What is it like?” An Ming had move her hands to Lina’s breasts and was gently circling her nipples with a forefinger as she asked.
Lina shuddered. “I’m not one to kiss and tell. Ask her, and find out.”
“I think I shall.” An Ming took a long, slow lick up the side of Lina’s neck, dangerously close to Lina’s scent gland. She seemed amused at Lina’s shuddering and involuntary release of mating pheromones. An Ming pinched Lina’s nipples quickly before making her way into the crowd.
Lina couldn’t hear the conversation over the music, but she did witness Arabel nodding profusely and grinning like a fool. Arabel kissed both I and Yasmin on the cheeks, took An Ming by the hand, and came bounding over to where Lina was standing.
Lina couldn’t help but smile.
* * * *
Lina’s was a simple home, dug into the face of a cliff, one room consisting of a single, low table for taking meals in private, or tea as it was this evening. Arabel had made the tea, and Lina suspected that a petal or two of tree flower may have found its way in alongside the tea leaves. She was certainly feeling a bit lightheaded as the evening wore on. Or perhaps it was from kneeling here at the table, in the company of two very unique and beautiful women, with not a strip of clothing between them.
In the other corner of Lina’s home was a large, soft mattress on a simple, low pallet-style bed made from branches shed by the Great Tree, a cherished gift from the crafts-workers of the colony. The mattress had already been put to the test several times by Lina and Arabel and found worthy.
The only light was a soft orange glow from a single bio-globe, and a slice of moonlight shining through the large double doors leading to the balcony.
Arabel offered more tea to An Ming who, seated beside her, politely shook her head before touching her hand to the back of Arabel’s neck. Arabel leaned forward and met An Ming’s lips with her own.
“Bella,” said An Ming.
Arabel then offered more tea to Lina, who similarly waved her off before leaning over the low table to accept a kiss.
“Baby,” said Lina.
Arabel deposited the teapot in the center of the table, and as one, the three women stood up. No more words were exchanged. Lina dipped her head to Arabel and engaged in a long, lingering kiss. She then turned her attention to An Ming with equal passion. Each woman’s mouth had felt like velvet, and tasted better than royal wine. Lina was sure now that there was some tree flower among the tea leaves.
Arabel was using her diminutive size to her advantage as she buried her face in An Ming’s chest, suckling first her and then Lina, all while lifting her hands to the backs of their heads. Arabel encouraged them to continue exploring each other’s mouths, as she spent her time moving from one woman to the other, teasing, licking, seemingly never letting her tongue lose contact with bare skin. Lina’s nipples ached from the attention.
Lina wrapped one arm around Arabel’s waist and her other around An Ming. Occasionally she would dip her head to accept a kiss from Arabel, or to taste An Ming’s skin for herself. The result was a warm feeling coursing through her, along with a wet and slippery mouth. Lina’s sex began to pulse.
As if on cue, Lina felt Arabel’s palm pressed up against her swollen folds. Judging from An Ming’s increasingly vigorous kisses, Lina assumed she was being treated to the same. Lina dipped her knees and thrust her hips forward to silently ask Arabel for more. She thought she heard a light giggle as she felt Arabel’s finger teasing her open. An Ming pulled back from Lina’s mouth for a moment to let out a long, shuddering sigh.
Lina felt a finger being pressed up inside her. It was gentle, but insistent, and soon buried deep in Lina’s sex. When An Ming grasped at Lina’s waist as she slipped a little lower, Lina knew exactly where the finger of Arabel’s other hand was. Lina smiled as Arabel skillfully sought out her favorite spot. She particularly enjoyed the feeling of An Ming’s near constant quivering as she was blessed with similar attention from Arabel.
“Oh-hh-hh,” muttered An Ming as her
