30 Day Challenge: Day 6 (Willow/Tara)
Title: Day 6 (One Night Stand)
Word Count: 503
Warnings: Au
Summary: High Priestess Tara is fully devoted to one woman, her goddess. The redhead from across the circle fills her bed for only a night.
“Hey.” Tara sized up the small red-haired woman. She’d been across the circle from Tara during the ritual and the fiery hair between her legs and the perkiness of her breasts had caught the blonde’s eye. Even if skyclad wasn’t supposed to be about sex.
Willow smiled and took a sip of her red wine in her goblet. “High Priestess.” She curtsied slightly, biting her lip as her thighs spread apart.
“Care to join me in my tent?” Tara motioned to the darkness of the camp beyond the fire. She had a lovely tent with a lantern burning, just waiting for her to return with someone.
“Of course.” Willow handed her goblet to one of the serving staff.
Tara shook her head and put a warm hand on Willow’s shoulder. “I’m not asking you as anyone but myself. Don’t feel pressured into anything.”
“I want to do this.” Willow led the way until they reached the edge of where the circle had been cast. “I don’t know the way. . .” She looked up and met Tara’s lustful gaze.
Tara took her hand and guided her into the darkness between the tents. Their nakedness did not extend to their feet and the grass swished softly under her leather slippers. “Here.” She undid the zipper on her tent and waited until her maiden of the evening was inside.
“It’s lovely.” Willow told her, once they were both inside and securely zipped away from the insects.
“Not as much as you.” Tara slipped out of her shoes and leaned across the short distance to deliver a kiss. Willow met her with enthusiasm and Tara closed the space between them.
They were still kissing, with hands beginning to roam when Tara guided them across the tent to her bed platform, linen and fur raised just a foot off of the ground. It was a long way to sit and she let Willow push her back against the soft rabbit fur that covered all of the blankets.
“It was a beautiful ceremony.” Willow whispered before her tongue found more interesting activities and the wetness of her mouth met the damp of Tara’s pussy.
“The goddess is in all of us.” Tara answered, feeling the goddess in her soul as Willow’s tongue dipped inside her. It was the highest form of the divine, the coming together in joy and celebration.
They continued their celebrations long into the night, settling down to sleep just as the light of the sun began to cast shadows on the walls of the tent. Tara was spread bonelessly relaxed on the bed and the redhead’s warm body pressed against her side, keeping her safe from the coolness of the morning.
If it was not forbidden, if the Goddess did not demand her complete devotion, this small woman might have stolen her heart. Tara caressed the short hair of her choice for this night and thought of the tall woman with strikingly blue eyes that lingered. She would make a good choice for the next night.