Hate And Heresy

The labor of the evening had been enough to make Meek and Moya too dirty for comfort. Moya had pulled at her master's clothes and tried to have intimacy in the field under the coming night sky, but Meek couldn't ignore the thought of itchy grass and insects. With her slave in the the main shower, Meek sat at the dining table and enjoyed a hard drink. The jaded blonde looked at the sliding glass door to the backyard and the field. She had left it open for the pleasing night air. Her old black curtains danced a bit in the invading breeze as Meek idly watched with a glass in her hand.

Adella could have easily killed them both, or so Meek thought. The two women weren't exactly keeping up a strict guard and yet no threat came at an odd hour or while they traveled. No trap was set when they entered the building and casually left it open. Meek didn't like the lack of activity. The unknown was unwelcome.

After a helping of drink from three pours of the bottle, Meek walked to the shower while she removed her shirt. If there were only a few things Meek gave any special attention to, a pleasing bathroom was definitely one of them. Although the shop-turned-home had been left mostly industrial and unpainted, the main bathroom had been done up with smooth dark tile on the walls and floor of black and red stone. Over a few little drains and passed the fancy porcelain sink in front of the giant mirror, Meek tossed her clothing on the floor and made her way to the open shower area.

The shower was carved into the wall as a deep rectangle and four recessed showerheads gently sprayed water upon the lovely body of Moya. The slave was muscular and shapely, plump where it counted and where Meek preferred a good hold. Moya faced away from the bathroom and stood with her head back, enjoying the water. She had yet to enjoy the main shower, having only used the small one in her secured room until then.

Meek had nearly made it to her prey when she stopped. She watched the steamy shower area and the idle slave. Meek wanted to continue. The blonde wanted to grab hold and make them both feel good, but she hesitated.

"How cute, did you get nervous?" Moya teased, turning around with a smile. "Come and get me."

Watching the water run down Moya's beautiful plump c.h.e.s.t and down through her lower curls filled Meek with a deep wanting. She let her mouth hang open as she stared with a hungry gaze. Meek couldn't recall ever feeling the way she did in that moment.

"Are you all right?" Moya asked, stepping forward to put a hand to her master's cheek. "Not like you haven't seen these goodies before."

"I, uh," Meek failed to explained. "I'm not sure."

"Maybe, letting ourselves feel vulnerable? Letting your guard down? Not looking for me to kill you?"

Moya pressed her lips gently against Meek's, letting her free hand find the blonde's bottom. With an eager squeeze Moya made her master gasp and break the kiss. Such a reaction made the slave giggle.

"My goodness, where did all that aggression from earlier go?" Moya questioned. "I thought you were going to take the lead."

Meek couldn't find any words to explain her confusion, but she found her aggression. Continuing their kiss, Meek pushed Moya back until she was against the shower wall. Lips and teeth hungrily found Moya's neck and c.h.e.s.t as she let herself be taken. Meek's hands grabbed her property greedily and squeezed firmly as she kept Moya against the wall.

Moya wanted to fight back and make Meek feel good, but she was helpless. Every new kiss upon her hot skin, every nibble and aggressive grab from her master made her give up any action of her own. It felt incredible to be taken by Meek. Her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e in that moment was completely incomparable to any previous closeness.

Meek found Moya's lips again and parted them as she made their tongues mingle. They kissed held each other close with firm grips.

"We should finish this shower so we can get in the bed," Meek softly said, nibbling an earlobe.

"But then we'd have to shower again," Moya replied with a gasp.

Meek grabbed a handful of Moya's hair and pulled the slave's head back. As the blonde kissed the exposed neck her other hand gently teased an eager area between a pair of strong t.h.i.g.hs.

"Shut up and let me clean you so I can mess you up," Meek ordered to the accepting m.o.a.n of Moya.

Meek cleaned both their bodies, all the while teasing Moya. She would press their slippery bodies together as she washed the slave. Hands rubbed soap softly over Moya and left her ever more wanting. She enjoyed every moment of their shower, being kissed and given constant attention. Even as Meek dried her, the blonde would gently kiss and touch.

"You're exhausting me," Moya weakly said. "This feels so wonderful."

"Don't fall asleep on me yet," Meek replied, giving Moya another kiss before carrying her up to the upstairs bed.

Moya was placed gently onto Meek's bed and the tired woman grabbed hold of the pillow under her head. As she slowly squirmed, Moya spread her legs with a big smile on her face. Meek couldn't help but giggle.

"Trying to give me orders now?" she teased.

"Get down there and finish what you started," Moya playfully replied.

More than willing, Meek joined Moya on the bed and began kissing her t.h.i.g.hs. She was as gentle as could be, frustrating Moya to no end.

"Please," Moya pleaded.

Answering her, Meek gave a bite close to the black curls as a hand rubbed and mingled with the escaping wet. Moya m.o.a.n.e.d quietly and grasped at the pillow as Meek played with her. Her master explored the outside, spreading and l.i.c.k.i.n.g ever so gently.

Moya felt her mind going numb. Fingers entered while tongue and lips drove her crazy. She could tell no time or think of anything at all. All Moya knew was Meek's touch. Her body squirmed. Her voice m.o.a.n.e.d and fought for breath. There could be no greater ecstasy then Meek's attention.

Meek grew aggressive and impatient and Moya could not bear it. The slave's body tensed and spasmed in a great uncontrollable fit of finishing p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Satisfied, Moya breathed deep and went limp as Meek sat up with a smirk and looked down at the exhausted woman.

"There, now you can sleep," Meek said, unsure if Moya was paying attention.

"Yeah," Moya simply replied.

Meek softly chuckled and stroked the tired t.h.i.g.h of her conquered prey. She watched as Moya seemingly passed out in no time at all. Life wasn't all bad.

Leaving the bed as gently as she could, Meek stood with the intent to calm a hunger that would keep her from sleep, but someone stopped her. Leaning against the guard rail on the other side of the floor, Adella stood. The sister had white casual Ordan clothing on and carried no weapon. Adella's expression was familiar but concerning, with a big smile underneath hateful eyes that twitched.

The intruder raised a finger to her lips in response to Meek tightening her fists.

"I'm not here to fight you," Adella whispered. "Offer me a drink, you terrible host."