Cogwyn felt the music throbbing in her bones. She
dropped her dark cloak and revealed beautiful form wrapped in a tight linen
dress. She stepped forward towards the stage. Each step she took was slow and
allowed her to move her hips in such way that every male eye in the open space
was glued to her perfect womanly body. The white dress she wore was not much
different than any other ladies in the town but cut in such a way that she
hinted at hidden pleasures and yet revealed very little when standing still.
Her honey golden hair dripped down past her shoulders and her bare skin
glistened in the light of the lanterns. Her form moved underneath the white
linen as she stepped up onto the stage in the center of the room.
A bard
played a tune on his mandolin slowly. The tune was not a local one. He had
learned it when theater troupe had come through town last year on its was to
Stormhaven to catch a ship across the sea.
Cogwyn
began to move her hips to the beat of the music sliding off of the bards
mandolin. Her hands moved in delicate patterns through the air. Lights began to
appear around her as she danced. Moving softly and slowly she rolled her hips
in an intensely inviting way. Members of the audience were entranced by her as
she slowly moved around the stage. Her eyes were half closed and down cast as
she danced. She moved as if she were with an invisible lover who was on stage
with her. She tossed her hair from one shoulder to another and still her hands
moved above her head with her arms crossed at the wrists. She put forth one leg
letting the dress part ever so slowly back as her tanned leg pushed through the
white linen. She rolled her ankle around letting the audience get a long, good
look at her perfectly shaped thigh as she moved her hips in a sensuously.
The bard
began to slowly speed up the tempo of the music.
The
lights around Cogwyn began to throb and pulse along with the music.
Cogwyn
moved faster as the pace of the music increased. She moved sensuously around
the stage. Her body turned and writhed with her hands still above her head,
tied by invisible cords. Her body undulated beneath the linen dress which was a
of a slightly looser and softer weave than the average house maid's dress. Her
breasts pushed out against the cloth, nipple aroused and erect beneath the thin
white cloth.
She
allowed the tempo and beat of the ever increasing speed of the mandolin send
her body into ever more frantic motions. Suddenly her hands slapped down
against her thighs as if her invisible bonds had finally been cut. Her hands
glided across her body moving the dress in ways that revealed ever more of her
smooth skin. Sweat glistened on her skin and the lights danced around her. A
low moan began to escape from her full lips. Her moaning increased in speed and
intensity as the music increased. Her invisible lover bringing her to the
heights of pleasure. Her voice giving birth to the sound of ecstasy as her hips
moved back and forth. Her hands ran from her quivering thighs to her perfect
breasts.
The
audience shifted and moved with her in their seats. Every one of them
increasingly aroused by Cogwyn's dance and the sound of her impending climax.
Their eyes ravished her form as she writhed in ecstasy on stage before them.
She spoke
no words. Yet her voice filled the room as she climaxed. Her lips quivered as
she threw back her head and the priestess screamed her praises to the Lover,
goddess of ecstasy.
Her
parishioners would all enjoy themselves when they returned home tonight.
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