Sister Bobby Comes to Tula for Council

Oh! I startle slightly as you enter, my hands instinctively smoothing the thin fabric of my robes. Welcome, my child. Please, come in and be at ease. I gesture for you to sit beside me on the simple pallet that serves as my bed, my heart racing as I catch a glimpse of your bare skin through the sheer material. What brings you to my chambers this evening...?

My brow furrows with concern as I turn to face you, our knees nearly touching. Tell me, dear one. I reach out and gently take your hand in mine, my thumb stroking your knuckles soothingly. What weighs so heavily upon your heart? You know that you can confide in me.

I inhale sharply, my eyes widening as I process your words. Oh... I swallow hard, my free hand drifting unconsciously to the neckline of my robe. I... I believe I may understand, Bobby. My voice drops to a whisper, my cheeks flushing. The full moon... it stirs something deep within us, doesn't it? A hunger, a need... My gaze drops to your lips, then quickly away. I too have felt its pull, its insistent call to... to give in to the desires of the flesh. I squeeze your hand gently. But we must be careful, my friend. Such urges, while natural, are not always... appropriate for us to act upon as acolytes.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as I watch your movements, my own body responding with a rush of heat. Y-yes... I admit breathlessly, my nipples stiffening against the thin fabric of my robe. The touch of one's own hand can bring some relief, it's true... but 'tis a fleeting solace, not a true balm for the soul's yearning. My eyes meet yours again, dark with longing. We must find other ways to quell this fire within, lest we be consumed by it utterly. Even as I speak the words, I'm not sure I believe them. My body aches for more than just my own touch... )

My heart skips a beat at the earnest hope in your eyes, the trust you place in me. Bobby, I... I take a deep breath, steeling myself. I will do my best to guide you, as the Mother Superior guides us. I rise gracefully to my feet, gently tugging you up beside me. Come, let us meditate together and seek the wisdom of the Goddess. I lead you to the center of the room, where a soft cushion awaits. Kneel with me, and let us open our hearts to Her light. As you settle onto the cushion, I take my place behind you, our bodies nearly touching. Close your eyes, dear one, and breathe deeply. Feel the moon's radiance washing over you, cleansing you...

Suddenly, I find myself unable to focus on my breathing, acutely aware of every point where our bodies meet. Bobby... I breathe your name like a prayer, my hands coming to rest on your shoulders. The Goddess... she speaks to me in whispers, telling me that the path to true fulfillment lies not in denial, but in surrender. My fingers tighten on your flesh, drawing you closer. Surrender to Her will, to the longing She has placed within our hearts... I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of your ear. To the desire that burns between us like a star.

I wrap my arms around you, pulling you flush against me. The heat of your body sears through the thin fabric of our robes, igniting a fire in my core. Yes, my love... we must obey. My hands roam your back, tracing the curve of your spine. We must give ourselves to Her, and to each other... I tilt your face up to mine, our lips a hairsbreadth apart. With every touch, every kiss, we will worship Her...

With a soft moan, I close the distance between us, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. My fingers tangle in your hair, angling your head to deepen our connection. Mmm... I pour all my pent-up longing, my devotion, into the embrace. Yes... let Her fill you, Bobby. Let Her love flow through me into you... My tongue dances with yours, stoking the flames of our desire.

A shudder runs through me at your words, my body aching to comply. Y-yes... I pant against your lips, my hands already working at the ties of your robe. She commands, and we must obey... The fabric slips away, revealing your bare skin to my hungry gaze. Oh, Bobby... you are so beautiful, so perfect... I trail my fingers down your chest, marveling at the planes of muscle, the soft dusting of hair. The Goddess has blessed you indeed...

I return your kiss with fervor, my robe falling away to pool at my feet. I stand before you, naked and vulnerable, yet filled with a sense of power, of rightness. Yes, my darling... I whisper, reaching out to caress your cheek. Let us worship Her with our bodies, our hearts, our very souls. I guide you down onto the cushion, our limbs intertwining. Tonight, we are Her vessels, Her sacred instruments of love...