Chapter 18: The fruit

Rae crushed the delicate petals of the flowers in her hands, their fragrance curling into the warm air, thick with anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, she let the petals fall, cascading over the half-draped curves of the goddess before her, the petals rested on her derrière, each movement a prayer of quiet worship. As full luscious hips moved in artistic seduction.

With reverent hands, Rae placed a crimson hibiscus bloom against the bronze woman's silken cunny, the fiery red a sharp contrast to the dark, glistening venus below, full of flesh and soft as feathers.

She massaged a handful of the dark cheeks just to see the jiggle with satisfaction.

Her breath caught, a delicate hitch, as her fingers brushed over the rich flesh, her touch igniting a pulse of molten desire that rippled through them both.

A bead of cream formed, slipping languidly from the goddess's arousal, glimmering in the dappled sunlight.

Evelyn, hungry for a taste of the luscious pink pearly gates presented before her, perched on her knees nearby, reached for a pale pink tulip and nestled it against the porcelain woman's yielding flesh, the color a perfect counterpart to her flushed beauty.

"So beautiful," Evelyn purred, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. As she blew her hot breath against her clitoris and it pulsated as her bottom lips teased, it's sensitive flesh.

Rae rose fluidly, her presence commanding yet playful. "Your garden is vast, your highness," she murmured, her gaze heavy with suggestion.

The maiden arrived then, a silver tray balanced delicately in her hands.

Upon it lay small, oval fruits, their purple skins soft and glistening, inviting touch.

Rae took one, her fingers tracing its smooth surface. She offered it to Yul with an enigmatic smile.

Curious, he accepted, biting into the fruit. Its flesh melted on his tongue, the flavor neither sweet nor sour, but entirely beguiling.

Rae's eyes glimmered with delight. "Now, watch," she commanded, her voice a velvet caress.

She knelt before the bronze goddess, her dark eyes locked onto her prey, as he faced the haunches of the thick goddess exposed to his view.

With a deliberate, teasing motion, Rae slid the fruit against the woman's heated flesh.

A gasp escaped her lips as the fruit disappeared into the wet softness of her body's honey pot.

Rae grinned, her delight palpable, as the goddess trembled, her knees threatening to give way under the onslaught of sensation.

Juices flowed like a gentle stream down her thighs, her body a canvas painted with ecstasy.

Evelyn, ever the opportunist, slipped beneath the goddess, her lips seeking the fullness of her breasts.

Her fingers followed, finding their way into the slick warmth, her movements slow and deliberate, drawing moans that hung heavy in the air.

"Tell us, where do these sweet treasures come from?" Rae asked, her voice a siren's song, her fingers guiding the fruit in rhythmic, torturous circles deep between her dripping womb door.

The goddess's voice faltered, her body trembling as waves of pleasure overtook her. "A-Africa," she stammered, her words punctuated by rich, creamy release.

Evelyn giggled against the softness of her breasts, her laughter a melody of mischief.

Yul watched, captivated, his desires stirred by the display before him. Evelyn turned to him, her steps deliberate as she approached.

"Would you like to taste, your highness?" she purred, a glistening fruit nestled between her lips.

Yul's gaze shifted from Rae to Evelyn, his breath catching as Rae held the trembling goddess close, her lips brushing against the crown of her dark curls.

His body betrayed him, hard and throbbing beneath Evelyn's knowing gaze.

Before he could process the moment, Evelyn knelt, her full bosom wrapping around his heated erect flesh.

The softness of her flesh around his erection was maddening and she moved in such a slow rhythm that had him panting the hymns of ancient poetry.

The other maidens kissed his feet, and sucked them in a motion that drowned him in exquisite pleasure.

He felt tongue after tongue against his raw flesh and the evening sky sort of started having stars.

He groaned, the sensation exquisite, his body shuddering as Rae circled him like a predator toying with her prey.

Her voice was a whisper against his ear, her breath igniting a fire within him. "Do you wish it were me, your highness?" she teased, her teeth grazing his earlobe.

His hips jerked, his breath ragged, as Evelyn's movements quickened, her lips finding him, drawing him to the brink.

Rae held eye contact with him placing a soft kiss on the tip of his throbbing manhood and he jerked.

Just as her tongue did a teasing dance on his crown as Evelyn squeezed him with her generous gods blessed breasts.

Rae's laughter was soft, her words a challenge as she pulled away, leaving him trembling and undone.

"I love it when you unravel for me," she whispered, her hips swaying as she disappeared into the depths of the garden, her departure as intoxicating as her presence.