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There was the bubble of excitement that welled within Anastasia of the 'Fallen Star' as she waited for Nafretiri to exit the Temple of Hathor. Quickly, she took the girl's hand, but did not venture too close or kiss her further. Despite the hunger that lived deep within the bard, she kept their interactions outside chaste, taking her along with haste. For the sake of the illusion of friendship with the woman, she let a delicate 'ooh' and 'ah' escape her lips as they tore through the Southern Wastan as quickly as would be considered 'normal.'
But, there was nothing normal about this. What bit of normalcy forced two who wanted to indulge to keep it a secret? What law could create perversion out of what was natural. The attraction Anastasia felt for the priestess was guttural, visceral and the woman did her utmost to obey her inclinations to the highest degree of accuracy she could.
Secrecy is fine if it allows me to feel this way, she realized as she released Nafretiri's hand and guided her into the inn that was Anastasia's home for all of six months. The suite she'd rented out was just two adjoining rooms, but the amenities available to her were indulgent enough. A full-length reflective bronze slab acted as a mirror, there was a bath just down the way... Her bed was large enough to fit four of her comfortably, and the curtains were heavy, letting in very little light when they were shut. And just as she entered, that's what she sought to do. She shut the curtains and locked the door, the wooden tumblers falling into place. Then, she further reinforced the lock by placing a chair against the door, propping it up on its legs.
"Just in case," she said to Nafretiri, keeping her voice low before she turned to face the young woman in earnest. Then, she stepped forward. Anastasia of the Fallen Star moved with purpose, quickly closing the distance between herself and the priestess. Each step brought with it a sway of her hips, her eyes kept trained on the priestess' own as an arm looped about the woman's waist. Her breasts sought to press into Nafretiri's own, her lips hovering along the heated flesh of her pulse before she breathed into her ear,
"Tonight..." she began, letting those lips trace a path along the flesh of Nafretiri's jawline.
"I'll show you everything. Forget fear. Forget trauma. Forget the world past these curtains and beyond that lock. Tonight," she encouraged, letting fingers trail delicately along Nafretiri's abdomen before she pushed forward, intent upon tipping the priestess' weight. If she was inclined to, the bed was directly behind her to fall onto.
"Give yourself to me," she advised, her lips curled into a grin.
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There was the bubble of excitement that welled within Anastasia of the 'Fallen Star' as she waited for Nafretiri to exit the Temple of Hathor. Quickly, she took the girl's hand, but did not venture too close or kiss her further. Despite the hunger that lived deep within the bard, she kept their interactions outside chaste, taking her along with haste. For the sake of the illusion of friendship with the woman, she let a delicate 'ooh' and 'ah' escape her lips as they tore through the Southern Wastan as quickly as would be considered 'normal.'
But, there was nothing normal about this. What bit of normalcy forced two who wanted to indulge to keep it a secret? What law could create perversion out of what was natural. The attraction Anastasia felt for the priestess was guttural, visceral and the woman did her utmost to obey her inclinations to the highest degree of accuracy she could.
Secrecy is fine if it allows me to feel this way, she realized as she released Nafretiri's hand and guided her into the inn that was Anastasia's home for all of six months. The suite she'd rented out was just two adjoining rooms, but the amenities available to her were indulgent enough. A full-length reflective bronze slab acted as a mirror, there was a bath just down the way... Her bed was large enough to fit four of her comfortably, and the curtains were heavy, letting in very little light when they were shut. And just as she entered, that's what she sought to do. She shut the curtains and locked the door, the wooden tumblers falling into place. Then, she further reinforced the lock by placing a chair against the door, propping it up on its legs.
"Just in case," she said to Nafretiri, keeping her voice low before she turned to face the young woman in earnest. Then, she stepped forward. Anastasia of the Fallen Star moved with purpose, quickly closing the distance between herself and the priestess. Each step brought with it a sway of her hips, her eyes kept trained on the priestess' own as an arm looped about the woman's waist. Her breasts sought to press into Nafretiri's own, her lips hovering along the heated flesh of her pulse before she breathed into her ear,
"Tonight..." she began, letting those lips trace a path along the flesh of Nafretiri's jawline.
"I'll show you everything. Forget fear. Forget trauma. Forget the world past these curtains and beyond that lock. Tonight," she encouraged, letting fingers trail delicately along Nafretiri's abdomen before she pushed forward, intent upon tipping the priestess' weight. If she was inclined to, the bed was directly behind her to fall onto.
"Give yourself to me," she advised, her lips curled into a grin.
There was the bubble of excitement that welled within Anastasia of the 'Fallen Star' as she waited for Nafretiri to exit the Temple of Hathor. Quickly, she took the girl's hand, but did not venture too close or kiss her further. Despite the hunger that lived deep within the bard, she kept their interactions outside chaste, taking her along with haste. For the sake of the illusion of friendship with the woman, she let a delicate 'ooh' and 'ah' escape her lips as they tore through the Southern Wastan as quickly as would be considered 'normal.'
But, there was nothing normal about this. What bit of normalcy forced two who wanted to indulge to keep it a secret? What law could create perversion out of what was natural. The attraction Anastasia felt for the priestess was guttural, visceral and the woman did her utmost to obey her inclinations to the highest degree of accuracy she could.
Secrecy is fine if it allows me to feel this way, she realized as she released Nafretiri's hand and guided her into the inn that was Anastasia's home for all of six months. The suite she'd rented out was just two adjoining rooms, but the amenities available to her were indulgent enough. A full-length reflective bronze slab acted as a mirror, there was a bath just down the way... Her bed was large enough to fit four of her comfortably, and the curtains were heavy, letting in very little light when they were shut. And just as she entered, that's what she sought to do. She shut the curtains and locked the door, the wooden tumblers falling into place. Then, she further reinforced the lock by placing a chair against the door, propping it up on its legs.
"Just in case," she said to Nafretiri, keeping her voice low before she turned to face the young woman in earnest. Then, she stepped forward. Anastasia of the Fallen Star moved with purpose, quickly closing the distance between herself and the priestess. Each step brought with it a sway of her hips, her eyes kept trained on the priestess' own as an arm looped about the woman's waist. Her breasts sought to press into Nafretiri's own, her lips hovering along the heated flesh of her pulse before she breathed into her ear,
"Tonight..." she began, letting those lips trace a path along the flesh of Nafretiri's jawline.
"I'll show you everything. Forget fear. Forget trauma. Forget the world past these curtains and beyond that lock. Tonight," she encouraged, letting fingers trail delicately along Nafretiri's abdomen before she pushed forward, intent upon tipping the priestess' weight. If she was inclined to, the bed was directly behind her to fall onto.
"Give yourself to me," she advised, her lips curled into a grin.
As Nafretiri and Ana raced across the desert, Nafretiri felt unexpectedly free, and she laughed with the sheer joy of it. She wasn't alone, for once, when traveling, and she was going to do something that, while it frightened her in some respects, she was curious about and was eager- and somehow brave enough- to attempt.
As they finally came to the inn, entering the room, and Ana fixed the chair against the door, though, Nafretiri became shy again. She backed away ever so slightly, interrupting the kisses, though she hated to do so, for in some inexplicable way, they soothed her just as much as the feeling of their chests pressed together.
"I-I want to, but..." She blushed. " Slowly. I-I feel like I'm not myself. Is that bad? The grief of the month of Awwal has always been bad, but... not like this, where I feel I've lost my mind. Not about this... but about being brave enough to do anything. I feel like a different person entirely. And... I feel it is also strange that there I was...afraid in the temple of the goddess of pleasure to do things she would approve of...but not now. Not here. In the temple, sometimes...it's a bunch of people at once. It's just us here, and if I...mess up... there is no shame, because you understand why. Maybe that's been my problem all along. That I've met very few before now who admit in front of the goddess that they don't know what pleasure is." She smiled a little at that, wondering at the irony. "It's odd sometimes, having the position I do, in the temple that I do, but also the circumstances."
And something else was odd, too, a faint pulsing in the place where she was afraid to be touched, despite the fact that all they'd done besides kiss was press chests. Perhaps the two erotic zones were connected, although she'd never been quite sure.
Direct penetration had of course been excruciating. She couldn't handle that- maybe not ever, and she worried about what it might mean for her romantic future with a man, provided there ever was one. But even so, there were other ways, or so she'd been taught, even if she hadn't tried any of it.
Her throat went dry, and she tried to swallow, but couldn't.
"And...please don't touch me...elsewhere...but- but there's something going on there, too, and... I've heard using one's mouth is softer than touching. And...as far as myself, that's all I know. But rest assured that I have been taught to please both men and women, though I have tried neither up to this point.If I worry that I will do it wrong it is perhaps because I don't know what pleasure feels like for myself, as you know." She should be turning a thousand shades of red, but by this point, she wasn't. Indeed, she had turned quite pale, but not with fright, more because of the uncertainty of the whole situation, the fear that somehow, some way, she would mess up this opportunity to find out if a woman really did know better how to please another woman. For that matter, she would have felt the same way about pleasing a man, but perhaps worse. Most men she knew probably didn't know what it was like to be taken advantage of. In that sense, even her unease, rather than outright fear, was oddly comforting, because she had the thought that Ana would probably understand it.
At last there were no more important things to say, and she waited with bated breath to see what Ana might have to say- or do.
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As Nafretiri and Ana raced across the desert, Nafretiri felt unexpectedly free, and she laughed with the sheer joy of it. She wasn't alone, for once, when traveling, and she was going to do something that, while it frightened her in some respects, she was curious about and was eager- and somehow brave enough- to attempt.
As they finally came to the inn, entering the room, and Ana fixed the chair against the door, though, Nafretiri became shy again. She backed away ever so slightly, interrupting the kisses, though she hated to do so, for in some inexplicable way, they soothed her just as much as the feeling of their chests pressed together.
"I-I want to, but..." She blushed. " Slowly. I-I feel like I'm not myself. Is that bad? The grief of the month of Awwal has always been bad, but... not like this, where I feel I've lost my mind. Not about this... but about being brave enough to do anything. I feel like a different person entirely. And... I feel it is also strange that there I was...afraid in the temple of the goddess of pleasure to do things she would approve of...but not now. Not here. In the temple, sometimes...it's a bunch of people at once. It's just us here, and if I...mess up... there is no shame, because you understand why. Maybe that's been my problem all along. That I've met very few before now who admit in front of the goddess that they don't know what pleasure is." She smiled a little at that, wondering at the irony. "It's odd sometimes, having the position I do, in the temple that I do, but also the circumstances."
And something else was odd, too, a faint pulsing in the place where she was afraid to be touched, despite the fact that all they'd done besides kiss was press chests. Perhaps the two erotic zones were connected, although she'd never been quite sure.
Direct penetration had of course been excruciating. She couldn't handle that- maybe not ever, and she worried about what it might mean for her romantic future with a man, provided there ever was one. But even so, there were other ways, or so she'd been taught, even if she hadn't tried any of it.
Her throat went dry, and she tried to swallow, but couldn't.
"And...please don't touch me...elsewhere...but- but there's something going on there, too, and... I've heard using one's mouth is softer than touching. And...as far as myself, that's all I know. But rest assured that I have been taught to please both men and women, though I have tried neither up to this point.If I worry that I will do it wrong it is perhaps because I don't know what pleasure feels like for myself, as you know." She should be turning a thousand shades of red, but by this point, she wasn't. Indeed, she had turned quite pale, but not with fright, more because of the uncertainty of the whole situation, the fear that somehow, some way, she would mess up this opportunity to find out if a woman really did know better how to please another woman. For that matter, she would have felt the same way about pleasing a man, but perhaps worse. Most men she knew probably didn't know what it was like to be taken advantage of. In that sense, even her unease, rather than outright fear, was oddly comforting, because she had the thought that Ana would probably understand it.
At last there were no more important things to say, and she waited with bated breath to see what Ana might have to say- or do.
As Nafretiri and Ana raced across the desert, Nafretiri felt unexpectedly free, and she laughed with the sheer joy of it. She wasn't alone, for once, when traveling, and she was going to do something that, while it frightened her in some respects, she was curious about and was eager- and somehow brave enough- to attempt.
As they finally came to the inn, entering the room, and Ana fixed the chair against the door, though, Nafretiri became shy again. She backed away ever so slightly, interrupting the kisses, though she hated to do so, for in some inexplicable way, they soothed her just as much as the feeling of their chests pressed together.
"I-I want to, but..." She blushed. " Slowly. I-I feel like I'm not myself. Is that bad? The grief of the month of Awwal has always been bad, but... not like this, where I feel I've lost my mind. Not about this... but about being brave enough to do anything. I feel like a different person entirely. And... I feel it is also strange that there I was...afraid in the temple of the goddess of pleasure to do things she would approve of...but not now. Not here. In the temple, sometimes...it's a bunch of people at once. It's just us here, and if I...mess up... there is no shame, because you understand why. Maybe that's been my problem all along. That I've met very few before now who admit in front of the goddess that they don't know what pleasure is." She smiled a little at that, wondering at the irony. "It's odd sometimes, having the position I do, in the temple that I do, but also the circumstances."
And something else was odd, too, a faint pulsing in the place where she was afraid to be touched, despite the fact that all they'd done besides kiss was press chests. Perhaps the two erotic zones were connected, although she'd never been quite sure.
Direct penetration had of course been excruciating. She couldn't handle that- maybe not ever, and she worried about what it might mean for her romantic future with a man, provided there ever was one. But even so, there were other ways, or so she'd been taught, even if she hadn't tried any of it.
Her throat went dry, and she tried to swallow, but couldn't.
"And...please don't touch me...elsewhere...but- but there's something going on there, too, and... I've heard using one's mouth is softer than touching. And...as far as myself, that's all I know. But rest assured that I have been taught to please both men and women, though I have tried neither up to this point.If I worry that I will do it wrong it is perhaps because I don't know what pleasure feels like for myself, as you know." She should be turning a thousand shades of red, but by this point, she wasn't. Indeed, she had turned quite pale, but not with fright, more because of the uncertainty of the whole situation, the fear that somehow, some way, she would mess up this opportunity to find out if a woman really did know better how to please another woman. For that matter, she would have felt the same way about pleasing a man, but perhaps worse. Most men she knew probably didn't know what it was like to be taken advantage of. In that sense, even her unease, rather than outright fear, was oddly comforting, because she had the thought that Ana would probably understand it.
At last there were no more important things to say, and she waited with bated breath to see what Ana might have to say- or do.
Eyebrows arched as the priestess backed away from her, creating just enough distance between the two for Anastasia to bring herself back to calm. She'd been thrown in a whirlwind of sensation, a reverie in the sort of indulgence that came with captivating a woman. She felt a sort of freedom in it, even as she took on the risk of being caught. Mitigated just enough by the fact that the both of them were isolated in her suite, but not so much that the danger in all of this was overlooked. She tilted her head in Naf's direction as the flush upon Ana's cheeks dimmed, as her heartbest calmed and then...
She seemed hesitant all over again. Nafretiri went on a tizzy that the bard didn't quite understand. She'd mentioned her grief early along, but the conflict that welled within her, the overturning of her earlier courage in taking Ana's invitation... The bard was conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. However, rather than interrupt, she listened intently, feeling the moment slip through her fingers. No longer was Anastasia focused on the realm of pleasure. It seemed a world away, and she had to suppress the sort of urge to huff at the interruption of it all.
Of course Ana understood what she was saying. There were so many conflicts at play, both religious and legal in nature, and Ana wondered if, perhaps, she'd come along a bit too strongly with Nafretiri. It'd seemed, earlier in their day together, that she was willing to let those doubts wash away. Did the time it took to get to the suite ruin everything? Anastasia wanted to be cautious, and in the end, it served to undermine her desire. She hummed in thought as she looked over Nafretiri.
The priestess placed conditions, limitations that of course she could understand, but... in the end, all of it served to impede her. Anastasia offered a smile, drawing nearer to embrace the woman, to let her fingers trail upward along the priestess' spine before she breathed into her ear,
"Feeling out of place is common. Not everything is so easy to let go, and reservations are especially difficult. "
The bard hummed in thought as she noted the particular paleness that overcame Nafretiri's features, how it overcame the bronze and placed the woman in a strange, eerie sort of glow upon her countenance. She looked frightened, and the words she spoke only served to support that assessment. The bard stepped forward once more, setting herself just shy of pressing herself to the woman once again. She let a hand rise from her spine to curl her arms over the priestess' shoulders. A tactile woman by her very nature, it was easy for Ana to show such simple affections even when the desire to move further was all but extinguished.
"Do you want to? You hold so many doubts. I fear, priestess, that I might've pushed you too far."
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Eyebrows arched as the priestess backed away from her, creating just enough distance between the two for Anastasia to bring herself back to calm. She'd been thrown in a whirlwind of sensation, a reverie in the sort of indulgence that came with captivating a woman. She felt a sort of freedom in it, even as she took on the risk of being caught. Mitigated just enough by the fact that the both of them were isolated in her suite, but not so much that the danger in all of this was overlooked. She tilted her head in Naf's direction as the flush upon Ana's cheeks dimmed, as her heartbest calmed and then...
She seemed hesitant all over again. Nafretiri went on a tizzy that the bard didn't quite understand. She'd mentioned her grief early along, but the conflict that welled within her, the overturning of her earlier courage in taking Ana's invitation... The bard was conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. However, rather than interrupt, she listened intently, feeling the moment slip through her fingers. No longer was Anastasia focused on the realm of pleasure. It seemed a world away, and she had to suppress the sort of urge to huff at the interruption of it all.
Of course Ana understood what she was saying. There were so many conflicts at play, both religious and legal in nature, and Ana wondered if, perhaps, she'd come along a bit too strongly with Nafretiri. It'd seemed, earlier in their day together, that she was willing to let those doubts wash away. Did the time it took to get to the suite ruin everything? Anastasia wanted to be cautious, and in the end, it served to undermine her desire. She hummed in thought as she looked over Nafretiri.
The priestess placed conditions, limitations that of course she could understand, but... in the end, all of it served to impede her. Anastasia offered a smile, drawing nearer to embrace the woman, to let her fingers trail upward along the priestess' spine before she breathed into her ear,
"Feeling out of place is common. Not everything is so easy to let go, and reservations are especially difficult. "
The bard hummed in thought as she noted the particular paleness that overcame Nafretiri's features, how it overcame the bronze and placed the woman in a strange, eerie sort of glow upon her countenance. She looked frightened, and the words she spoke only served to support that assessment. The bard stepped forward once more, setting herself just shy of pressing herself to the woman once again. She let a hand rise from her spine to curl her arms over the priestess' shoulders. A tactile woman by her very nature, it was easy for Ana to show such simple affections even when the desire to move further was all but extinguished.
"Do you want to? You hold so many doubts. I fear, priestess, that I might've pushed you too far."
Eyebrows arched as the priestess backed away from her, creating just enough distance between the two for Anastasia to bring herself back to calm. She'd been thrown in a whirlwind of sensation, a reverie in the sort of indulgence that came with captivating a woman. She felt a sort of freedom in it, even as she took on the risk of being caught. Mitigated just enough by the fact that the both of them were isolated in her suite, but not so much that the danger in all of this was overlooked. She tilted her head in Naf's direction as the flush upon Ana's cheeks dimmed, as her heartbest calmed and then...
She seemed hesitant all over again. Nafretiri went on a tizzy that the bard didn't quite understand. She'd mentioned her grief early along, but the conflict that welled within her, the overturning of her earlier courage in taking Ana's invitation... The bard was conflicted, unsure of how to proceed. However, rather than interrupt, she listened intently, feeling the moment slip through her fingers. No longer was Anastasia focused on the realm of pleasure. It seemed a world away, and she had to suppress the sort of urge to huff at the interruption of it all.
Of course Ana understood what she was saying. There were so many conflicts at play, both religious and legal in nature, and Ana wondered if, perhaps, she'd come along a bit too strongly with Nafretiri. It'd seemed, earlier in their day together, that she was willing to let those doubts wash away. Did the time it took to get to the suite ruin everything? Anastasia wanted to be cautious, and in the end, it served to undermine her desire. She hummed in thought as she looked over Nafretiri.
The priestess placed conditions, limitations that of course she could understand, but... in the end, all of it served to impede her. Anastasia offered a smile, drawing nearer to embrace the woman, to let her fingers trail upward along the priestess' spine before she breathed into her ear,
"Feeling out of place is common. Not everything is so easy to let go, and reservations are especially difficult. "
The bard hummed in thought as she noted the particular paleness that overcame Nafretiri's features, how it overcame the bronze and placed the woman in a strange, eerie sort of glow upon her countenance. She looked frightened, and the words she spoke only served to support that assessment. The bard stepped forward once more, setting herself just shy of pressing herself to the woman once again. She let a hand rise from her spine to curl her arms over the priestess' shoulders. A tactile woman by her very nature, it was easy for Ana to show such simple affections even when the desire to move further was all but extinguished.
"Do you want to? You hold so many doubts. I fear, priestess, that I might've pushed you too far."
Nafretiri didn't hesitate this time, feeling her breathing ease now that she had said all she felt she needed to. "Yes," she decided with a nod. "Forgive me, it's just... this is so unlike me. I don't quite know what to do. The fr4edom- it's wonderful, but a bit disorienting for me, as well as worrying that it might be painful because we hurried in the name of not getting caught." Though she knew that Ana pronanly wouldn't have invited her here if she wasn't reasonably sure they would have all night, Nafretiri did want to be absolutely certain, "But I hate this month, some aspects of my life, and sometimes myself- for still having fear of things a Hathor priestess perhaps should not. And I want to change all that, to have something good to remember. Only tell me..." She leaned a little closer again to whisper into the other woman's ear. "How do you most like to be pleased?"
She didn't want to do anything that might make Ana uncomfortable, but just as importantly, she knew lots of ways to hopefully please and would have liked to know what to start with.
Perhaps her whisper wasn't the seductive purr one might have expected- but then again, Nafretiri was, to her knowledge, the most inexperienced Hathor priestess there ever could be in a thousand years.
The thought still embarrassed her. But she somehow found comfort in Ana's gentle touches, and the kiss she gave her then hopefully proved it. But if her hesitation might have possibly ruined the mood for Ana, she hoped that answering Nafretiri's question would get her back in the mood.
As she kissed Ana then, her paleness seemed to evaporate with the heat of it.
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Nafretiri didn't hesitate this time, feeling her breathing ease now that she had said all she felt she needed to. "Yes," she decided with a nod. "Forgive me, it's just... this is so unlike me. I don't quite know what to do. The fr4edom- it's wonderful, but a bit disorienting for me, as well as worrying that it might be painful because we hurried in the name of not getting caught." Though she knew that Ana pronanly wouldn't have invited her here if she wasn't reasonably sure they would have all night, Nafretiri did want to be absolutely certain, "But I hate this month, some aspects of my life, and sometimes myself- for still having fear of things a Hathor priestess perhaps should not. And I want to change all that, to have something good to remember. Only tell me..." She leaned a little closer again to whisper into the other woman's ear. "How do you most like to be pleased?"
She didn't want to do anything that might make Ana uncomfortable, but just as importantly, she knew lots of ways to hopefully please and would have liked to know what to start with.
Perhaps her whisper wasn't the seductive purr one might have expected- but then again, Nafretiri was, to her knowledge, the most inexperienced Hathor priestess there ever could be in a thousand years.
The thought still embarrassed her. But she somehow found comfort in Ana's gentle touches, and the kiss she gave her then hopefully proved it. But if her hesitation might have possibly ruined the mood for Ana, she hoped that answering Nafretiri's question would get her back in the mood.
As she kissed Ana then, her paleness seemed to evaporate with the heat of it.
Nafretiri didn't hesitate this time, feeling her breathing ease now that she had said all she felt she needed to. "Yes," she decided with a nod. "Forgive me, it's just... this is so unlike me. I don't quite know what to do. The fr4edom- it's wonderful, but a bit disorienting for me, as well as worrying that it might be painful because we hurried in the name of not getting caught." Though she knew that Ana pronanly wouldn't have invited her here if she wasn't reasonably sure they would have all night, Nafretiri did want to be absolutely certain, "But I hate this month, some aspects of my life, and sometimes myself- for still having fear of things a Hathor priestess perhaps should not. And I want to change all that, to have something good to remember. Only tell me..." She leaned a little closer again to whisper into the other woman's ear. "How do you most like to be pleased?"
She didn't want to do anything that might make Ana uncomfortable, but just as importantly, she knew lots of ways to hopefully please and would have liked to know what to start with.
Perhaps her whisper wasn't the seductive purr one might have expected- but then again, Nafretiri was, to her knowledge, the most inexperienced Hathor priestess there ever could be in a thousand years.
The thought still embarrassed her. But she somehow found comfort in Ana's gentle touches, and the kiss she gave her then hopefully proved it. But if her hesitation might have possibly ruined the mood for Ana, she hoped that answering Nafretiri's question would get her back in the mood.
As she kissed Ana then, her paleness seemed to evaporate with the heat of it.