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Feb 20

A young woman from every powerful family in the land is offered to a temple of women who are revered and worshipped for their powers.

As part of an old alliance made before she was born, Bea consents to go, only to discover that there are many myths around who the women of the temple are and how they live.

This is a fantasy smutty story with light world building and strong belly/navel fetishism. Characters are both women. Enjoy, belly pervs!

The torches had just been lit outside of the temple. The evening sunlight was fading into the dusky hum of a summer night. Fireflies winked along the grassy patches beside the old road.

The young woman was nervous. Trailing after her older cousin had been taxing. The road was uneven and difficult to walk, and the dust had settled on her like a second skin. Finally they had arrived at their destination, the sun dipping below the horizon, but the woman was hardly relieved. Her cousin had stopped, waiting, and had placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He squeezed gently, giving her a brief smile, his eyes filled with an apology.

"You'll be safe here, Bea." he said quietly.

"You don't know that." the woman responded wearily.

The temple. In actual fact, it looked more like a small castle. There was a bird bath in the front courtyard, and gardens of beautiful flowers surrounding the entrance. The oak doors creaked loudly as they opened. A cloaked figure emerged, hooded, and stepped forward to greet them. She opened her hands wide in the traditional greeting of welcome.

Stepping forward slowly, her cousin proclaimed:

"Greetings, Revered Mother. I bring to you a daughter, an offering of the Old Blood, to learn and keep your ways." He mirrored her hands, palms facing out, his eyes averted deferentially.

"By the old laws and kinship of blood, I hear this offer. Man of Old Blood, you may step no further here. Announce her." The hooded woman's voice was rich and resonant.

"I present my cousin, Beatrice Greenwood."

He stepped back in a bow, then backed slowly away. The hooded woman bowed her head in acknowledgement. Beatrice's heart beat faster. She stepped forward as she had been taught and spoke with a clear voice.

"I am Beatrice Greenwood."

The hooded woman nodded.

"A Greenwood. Old Blood, indeed. You are welcome here, Beatrice. Do you wish to join the temple, learn our ways and offer yourself as Old Blood?" The woman asked.

"I do." said Beatrice, steady. Her blood pounded in her ears.

"And do you agree to give up your name and all worldly attachments?"

Beatrice breathed deeply, truly considering the question. A few moments passed. The hooded figure waited patiently. Her cousin, behind her, fidgeted.

"I do." Beatrice said.

Behind her, a relieved sigh.

The hooded woman nodded her approval.

"Say your goodbyes, if you wish it. When you are ready, come to me." The woman stepped back gracefully, her face still completely obscured. Beatrice turned to face her cousin.

He stepped forward and took her hands, bowing respectfully.

"Thank you, thank you." He whispered fervently. Beatrice leaned forward and kissed his brow. Memories of him and her, childhood playmates, the bond of that more like a brother. He pulled her gently into an embrace, tears on his cheeks. They mirrored her own.

"Until we meet again, in this life or the next." he said, sadly.

"In the next, I'll make sure of it." Beatrice whispered, bringing a shaky smile to his lips.

And then he was gone, walking up the dusty road, back to take his place in a world that she no longer belonged to.

When she had allowed the moment to pass, she turned towards the temple. The woman was no longer hooded. She was smiling. Dark curls framed her face, her eyes a deep brown. She radiated tenderness. She was of middle years, radiant. Beatrice gasped, surprised.

"Ah, yes. Not the deformed hag you expected. Yes?" she said, extending her hand.

"No." Beatrice said, taking it. She felt childlike as the woman led her to the doors. Her palm was warm against hers. The woman laughed softly.

"You are honest. That pleases me, as you will come to learn."

Beatrice felt a slight fluttering in her chest. Already, the woman had completely defied all of the old stories. Like the lighting of a candle, hope kindled in her heart.

"Welcome, Beatrice. You will learn much in the coming days. But for tonight, you and I have much to discover together. My name is Violet."

Violet led Beatrice through the castle. It was lit by candles throughout, but it was already too dark to see many details. She heard voices murmuring and the clinking of cutlery, with occasional laughter. Violet rubbed her thumb gently against hers.

"You'll meet the others tomorrow. You must be hungry, and I'm sure you'd like to refresh yourself." said Violet, leading her up a staircase.

Bea nodded, and with the etiquette expected of a Greenwood, responded demurely.

"Yes, the journey was long. I would be grateful."

"Good. Here we are. These are your rooms. Perhaps not as lavishly furnished as what you're used to, but all amenities are present."

It was quite an understatement, Bea thought to herself. Inside was a lovely space with a large four poster bed, a cozy fireplace with a sofa and some velvet footstools. Candles had been lit in strategic places, with the effect being an even source of comfortable light. There was also a desk and some bookshelves, which were all empty. Soft rugs of quality make covered the stone floor.

"It is beautiful!" Bea said, astonished.

"You are sweet. Yes, we like to live comfortably here. We do not believe in depriving the body or the spirit comforts. Comfort, we believe, is a thing of beauty, and to be enjoyed."

Violet led her to a smaller door off to the side.

"Through here is your bath. It should be ready shortly, but while you wait, I've requested some food for you from the kitchens."

A knock punctuated the end of Violet's sentence. Her mouth quirked in a mischievous smile. Bea looked at the door, surprised. It almost felt planned.

"That will be it now. Have a seat."

Violet accepted a tray of food from someone outside the door, who Bea didn't see. Violet chatted briefly with them, then returned. Warm bread and a meaty stew was presented, accompanied by some fruit and small cheeses.

Bea ate gratefully, while Violet spoke to her about the food, describing the gardens and dairy and the kitchens they had at the temple. When she was finished with her bread and stew, she placed a grape into her mouth, and it popped with a cool sweetness that enveloped her tongue.

"Oh," she sighed, delighted. "These are delicious!"

Violet picked one and popped it into her own mouth with a smile. "Aren't they? they've been working on getting this just right in the gardens. An entirely new type of grape, if you can imagine it! There's some talent there."

Violet's tender and gentle company, along with the robust and filling meal, had left Bea satiated. Violet took her hand again and led her to the bathroom.

"Here you go, Beatrice. Have a good scrub, and leave your clothes there. We'll have them washed and returned to you. I'll be waiting for you here when you're done."

Inside there was a warm pool, bubbling, with delicious scents hanging in the air. Bea slipped out of her travel-stained clothes, and sank gratefully into the warm water. She took her time with washing herself thoroughly, layers of grime and dust floating away. She unbraided her hair and gave it a thorough wash too, her wet ringlets looking a deep brown in the candlelight.

Her heart had started to beat faster again. She knew that the next part was to be "like a wedding night." Though in the traditions of the old and powerful families, she had not been educated in what that actually entailed. Further, she was confused about how that would happen without a man. After all, the temple was only women.

Of course, Bea wasn't ignorant. There had been gossip and rumours and stories shared of secret trysts when she was growing up, so she had some idea of what happened between man and woman. But she had no idea what to expect here.

She dried off and changed into the simple white nightgown and underwear that had been provided. It felt good to be clean and full, and despite her nervousness she was feeling a little sleepy. Stepping back into the bedroom, Violet looked up and gave her a warm smile, and closed the book she had been reading. She had also changed, she was wearing a simple dress, similar to Bea's, but slightly more fitted to her body. It was also clear she had bathed, too. She smiled at Bea warmly.

"There you are. How are you feeling?" she said, patting the sofa beside her.

"Much refreshed, thank you. It is wonderful to feel clean after a hard journey, and the bath was perfect. It is not what I expected." She sat down next to Violet, and she could smell the same soapy fragrance on her that she had just used in her bath. Her eyes glanced nervously at Violet's dress, and moreso, her figure beneath. This was something she tried not to do, as growing up she realised she didn't look at women the same way as her girl cousins - to admire their clothes, or jewelry or the men on their arms. Instead, it was something more than that, something she didn't quite understand, but felt ashamed of.

"Beatrice." Violet's voice was close and quiet. Bea felt a beat skip in her chest. Her name sounded different in Violet's mouth. Grander. Important. She looked into Violet's eyes, dark brown with glints of gold. Violet gently took her hands.

"What comes next is important. It represents the start of your life here, but also, the beginning of your learning. It is meant to be enjoyable and loving. But if you want to stop, all you need to do is say so. Do you understand?" Violet asked.

The tenderness in Violet's words nearly overwhelmed her. Motherless, Bea had grown up without much emotional closeness from women. She had her cousins, of course, but there was always distance there. This was unfamiliar and it woke a deep yearning inside her. Being spoken to like this was something she dreamed of when she was alone.

It did not make her think of what happened between men and women on their wedding night - that was a duty, a formality. She was confused, but her heart had awoken.

"I understand." She said. "But I am afraid I do not know what is expected of me. Please forgive my ignorance."

Violet nodded. "Good. That is expected. You are not required to know or do anything. Let me explain."

They sat comfortably side by side, and Violet shifted so that their legs were touching a little. She stroked her thumb slowly over Bea's, as before. Bea felt a little thrill of excitement.

"Tonight I'm going to teach you how to awaken your desire. To do that, I'll ask you a few questions. There's no shame or judgement here, only acceptance."

Bea nodded. Violet went on.

"Beatrice. Do you know what happens between men and women in marriage?"

"Yes. Well, stories. Not first hand." Bea said, blushing pink.

"And have you ever had an experience like that with anyone?"

"No. I don't really see the appeal, if I'm honest. Seems like something that's just done."

"And what about an experience on your own?" Violet asked, her mouth quirking in that same mischievous smile.

"Myself?" Bea asked, confused. It seemed Violet was waiting for more of an answer from her. She thought about it.

She thought about nights, alone, in her room. Thinking of one of the stable women who cared for the horses, the one with the wiry muscles and the freckles on her nose. Placing a pillow between her legs, and moving slightly up and down and-

A dark blush creeped up Bea's neck. She looked at Violet, embarrassment and shame welling up in her. But beneath that, butterflies and confusion.

"It's okay. These things are not often talked about. It may help if I speak more directly. Have you, when you're alone, touched your body in any way to feel pleasure? In a way that you wouldn't tell anyone else?" Violet asked, kindly.

She met her eyes, bravely, and nodded. Violet smiled warmly and nodded encouragingly.

"Thank you, Beatrice. That's good. I promise. I see that the old families still do not teach their daughters about things of that nature, or that it must be hidden."

"It is...shameful. And dirty. Not worthy of young women from good families." Bea said, trying to explain.

"That explains why this is difficult for you to talk about." Violet said. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, I- I am embarrassed, but not uncomfortable. I just don't see what this has to do with anything." Bea said, a little defensively.

"Pleasure. It has to do with pleasure. Here, we believe that pleasure is a gift. One you give yourself and to others, if you choose to. It's also something you can receive." Violet paused, and poured some tea for them both.

"Oh. I see." said Bea. But she didn't, quite. They both sipped their tea, and it had a calming effect. Bea relaxed a little. Her heart was desperate to tell Violet exactly what she had done when she was alone. How that pillow felt so good against her but it always felt frustrating, too. That it made her hot and restless and desperate for something, something she couldn't quite reach.

"My cousins call me Bea. Beatrice sounds kind of formal to me." She said, trying to break away from her thoughts.

"Would you like me to call you Bea?" Violet asked, placing her hand gently on her thigh.

She felt like her thigh was sparking with electricity at their touch, her heart leapt.

"Yes, I'd like that." Bea said, putting her tea cup down, shaking a little. Violet put hers down too. With a quick gesture of her hand, the candles dimmed around them. Bea's eyes widened.

"How did you do that?" she said.

"It's something you will learn, too." Violet said, grinning. "Would you like that?"

"Yes! That was amazing!" Bea said excitedly. She turned back to Violet. Suddenly she was even more aware of Violet's body and their closeness, and of her hand on her thigh.

Bea was mesmerised. The dimness made her braver.

"You are beautiful." she said, shyly. Violet smiled, and squeezed her thigh affectionately.

"You are sweet, Bea. If I may say, I think you are beautiful, too." Violet said, her voice changing in tone.

Bea blushed and realised that those feelings she had when she was alone were starting right here with Violet.

"Bea, when you've pleasured yourself, have you ever experienced a release?" Violet asked.

Bea felt less embarrassed now, but still shy about speaking about it.

"No. My cousins, they say that just happens for the men. Is that right?" she asked.

"Not quite. It can happen for everyone. Tonight, I'd like to show you. If you'll allow me. But first, we must awaken your desire. I see in you already the stirrings. I see you looking at my body, my hips, my breasts." said Violet, shifting closer.

Bea blushed again. "I'm sorry-" she said quickly. Violet pressed a finger her lips.

"Hush, now." said Violet, leaning closer.

Then, soft as butterfly wings, Violet's lips were on hers. She kissed her lightly, and again. Bea's heart lurched. A woman! Her first kiss! This ache inside her! It was all so much. Bea leaned in, kissing Violet back, firmer.

"Oh," Violet breathed softly. Bea gasped.

Then, suddenly, Bea gave in entirely. She kissed Violet with a hunger she had no control over. Violet's hands were moving along her nightgown, along her sides. Her thumb was rubbing gently against the fabric, teasing Bea.

Violet broke off the kiss and stood up, leading Bea to the bed.

"Lie down, Bea." She said softly, arranging the pillow behind her head. Then Violet was next to her and they were kissing again, deeply. Violet parted her lips and ran her tongue lightly against Bea's. Bea opened her mouth, Violet's tongue sliding in easily. Bea gasped and a soft whine followed. She blushed.

"You taste so sweet." Violet said, pushing Bea's hair back. "Tell me, where do you touch yourself when you're alone?"

"I put a pillow...Um, between..." Bea stammered.

"Your legs?" Violet prompted, her lips pressed against Bea's neck, kissing lightly. Bea moaned softly, blushing, and nodded.

"Here?" Violet said huskily, rubbing softly over Bea's nightgown, between her legs. Bea squeaked and felt her legs part on their own, her hips starting to thrust up. Violet laughed warmly and pulled away.

"Slow down, sweetheart. We have all night. I want to explore your body." Violet whispered.

Bea felt her whole body respond to the pet name. With a rush, she suddenly felt a warmth in her panties, involuntary and new. She knew that she would do anything Violet asked, anything to hear that again. She surrendered completely.

"I've never felt like this. What's happening to me?" Bea said, biting her lip.

"We're awakening your desire. Everyone is different - it will take some time to know exactly what makes your heat come." Violet said, between kisses. "You're doing really well, Bea."

Bea breathed heavily at the praise. Nervously, she touched Violet's hip, and slid up until she was cupping her breast, over her dress.

"Oh, oh-" Violet said hoarsely, strained, as if she was in pain.

Bea snatched her hand away. "Did I hurt you?" she asked nervously. Violet laughed softly, shaking her head.

"No, no, you're wonderful. It's hard to go slowly when it feels that good."

Feeling bold, Bea pulled Violet into a deeper kiss, sliding her tongue into Violet's mouth. She felt Violet's hand grab her hip and pull her closer.

Breaking apart, Violet smiled encouragingly. "You learn quickly."

Bea laughed in response, shyly. The fire in her had begun to assert itself. "What's next?" she asked eagerly.

Violet reached down and took the hem of Bea's nightgown, pulling it up slowly. They both watched as her thighs and panties were revealed, then her belly, then her breasts. Violet smiled in appreciation, feeling her own response between her legs.

"You are gorgeous." Violet said, tracing a finger over Bea's chest. Bea was breathing fast, her nipples hardening in the cooler air. Her skin darkened with her blush.

Violet's fingers found a nipple, and started rubbing it in gentle circles. There was a shooting sensation all down Bea's spine, and she arched her back, grabbing the sheet. She closed her eyes. Just before the sensation got too much, she felt a soothing warmth cover her breast. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, watching Violet suckle her firmly. Violet used her tongue to expertly flick and tease her nipple, then used long, slow strokes to soothe it.

Bea couldn't believe what was happening. All of this felt so good, so right. She was becoming delirious with the pleasure, with the hunger that was growing quickly.

Violet swapped to the other breast, fondling the first with her fingers. Bea moaned, and when it became slightly painful, she whimpered, but never did she ask Violet to stop.

Breathless, Violet panted, "That's it, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me." Bea jerked at the praise, another rush of warmth in her panties. There was a definite wetness between her legs now, more than she'd ever experienced.

Violet's eyebrows raised a little, realizing the effect of the praise. She backed off, leaving Bea panting, her breasts wet with saliva and sweat.

"Look at me, Bea." Violet said firmly. Bea looked up immediately, mesmerised by Violet's eyes.

"Good girl."

Bea immediately felt humiliated, being spoken to as if she was a silly little girl. But also. Also.

Violet grinned wickedly. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, breathing in Bea's ear. "That's wonderful. Look at what we've discovered together. You like being a good girl for me, don't you?"

Bea looked away, embarrassed. But at that moment, she became aware of the heavy scent of herself, coming from between her legs. She bit her lip, then turned to look at Violet, completely submissive. She nodded. Violet kissed her gently, encouragingly. Bea wondered at herself, amazed.

"There are areas of the body that can often bring special pleasure. Your breasts, as we've seen, can be one. But there are others. Is there any special place you like to touch when you're alone?" Violet asked.

"Yes, there is." said Bea, beyond keeping any personal secrets. "I like to touch my-"

Violet stopped her with a kiss.

"Let me find it, Bea. Your body will tell me."

Bea melted into the bed, closing her eyes.

Violet kissed and touched gently all over. In the crook of her elbows, which tickled, and on her thighs, which made her jump. Then she felt Violet's hand brush over her navel. She froze.

A memory flashed, years ago, of her cousin tickling her. They had been rolling and laughing together, when suddenly he slipped his finger into her belly button, and tickled her there. She screamed, overwhelmed with the sensation, and had sent them both into fits of laughter.

Later, when she was older, she had been bathing. While cleaning herself, she had reached deep into her navel, and nearly cried out with how it rippled all the way down inside her.

Then later, again, her deepest shame of all. The pillow between her legs, moving up and down, her finger deep in her navel, on the edge of sobbing, desperate, not quite able to get the release she was looking for.

She opened her eyes. Violet's finger was hovering above her navel.

"Bea, it's okay. Shame can be part of the pleasure. Take a deep breath." Violet said gently. Bea was shaking. She took a breath, and they both watched her belly rise and fall.

"Again." Violet said.

Bea breathed again, deeper, her belly pushing out a little further. She noticed a fierce, hungry look in Violet's eyes.

"Again." Violet said, her eyes not moving from Bea's belly. Bea breathed as deeply as she could, her belly pushing out as far as she could, before falling again.

"Oh, gods." Violet groaned under her breath. Bea watched, curiously, then with some fear, as Violet's gaze on her belly intensified.

"You have a beautiful belly, Bea. It's soft, and you carry a little bit of extra weight here, don't you?" Violet said, her fingers gently stroking up and down, avoiding her navel.

Bea blushed darkly. She wasn't overweight by any means, but her belly was her curviest part. Whenever she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, she admired how that extra softness made her belly button look even deeper. It was oval shaped, and she often imagined a little trinket dangling from it, to tease.

"Yes, I do." Bea said, eager to please. She arched her back, subtly, trying to encourage Violet to touch her navel.

Violet's mouth quirked, noticing the action, confirming her suspicion. She shook her head in wonder, surprised that this, of all places, was Bea's favourite. Just as it was her own. Finally.

"And you touch it? your belly?" Violet asked, casually, raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes, yes." said Bea, ever proper.

"And this belly button? My, it's awfully deep, Bea." She said, kissing her belly softly.

Bea squirmed. "Yes."

"Do you want me to touch your belly button?" Violet asked quietly.

Bea breathed deeply again, then nodded.

"Say it, Bea." Violet said softly. Restrained.

"I want you...to touch...my belly button." Bea said, closing her eyes.

Violet's finger teased the edge of her navel. Bea whimpered, arching her back, obvious now. Violet groaned. With her other hand, Violet used her fingers to spread Bea's navel open. Bea went absolutely still, hardly daring to breathe. Her legs were open, her hot scent filling the space between them, making Violet's mouth salivate.

Then Violet slid her finger into Bea's navel. She played with it, shallowly, and Bea whined, her hips bucking. Then she pushed in, deeply, touching the bottom. Then she went even harder, pushing deep into Bea's belly.

Bea cried out. She grabbed the sheets, abandoning all control, surrendering completely to the invading finger deep in her belly. Violet pushed in and out, fingering her.

The sensation radiated through her entire body, rocking her like shockwaves. Every time Violet pushed deeply, she moaned like she never had before in her life. Beads of sweat formed and rolled on her belly and breasts, some sliding into her navel, making it wet and slippery.

"Good girl!" Violet moaned.

Getting praised for this? For having her belly button fingered and invaded? For this shameful, dirty thing that she did alone? It was nearly too much. Violet felt Bea's muscles contract as she pushed deeper and deeper.

Bea's moans changed to a more urgent, desperate pitch, one that Violet knew well. She raised her eyebrows, not believing it. She had heard it could happen, but...

Bea cried out, suddenly.

"Violet!" she moaned, catching her eye. Bea was glorious. Her hair was plastered to her neck with sweat, her muscles were contracting tightly, and her hips were thrusting, so desperate was she. Her panties were soaked in a wet mess that Violet was eager to taste. Violet was stunned by Bea's beauty, the intensity of her pleasure, the desperation in the way she cried her name. The first time she had used it. As a request. No, not a request. Begging. Begging for the release that had always escaped her.

Violet, though she had done this many times, with many women, felt something deep inside her responding. Something primal. Uncontrollable.

"Bea!" She groaned, sliding her other hand into her own panties to pleasure herself. She was shocked at how ready she was.

Bea's eyes widened, shock crossing her face, as she realised that Violet was pleasuring herself at the sight of her. Her muscles contracted even further, and she concentrated on the deep rumble in her belly, and the relentless pounding that Violet was now giving her belly button. Then, rapidly approaching, she felt it build.

The feeling she had chased for so long, that she could never quite reach on her own. She had made it this far but never further. Bea closed her eyes, listening to the breathy moans of Violet pleasuring herself, the slapping of her hand against her belly, and the deep, mind breaking force of Violet's finger pushing deeply into her belly button.

"Violet!" she groaned deeply, "something's...happening..." she threw her head back, panting lustfully.

"Yes, Bea," Violet moaned, "Good girl, you can do it. This is it, Bea. You're going to come. Come for me, Bea."

"I'm going to...come?" Bea whimpered, unfamiliar with the word. Then suddenly, powerfully, it was happening. "I'm going to come! Violet! Please- PLEASE!"

Violet held her pace, determined that this very first time, this first time would be just for Bea. As she deserved. Her first taste of magic. She withdrew her hand, throbbing, and stopped pleasuring herself, taking it all in.

Bea cried out, guttural, panting.

Divine.

Bea's orgasm, the very beginning of her magic, was one of the strongest the temple had ever seen. The other witches inside the castle felt the waves of power wash over them, turning to each other in awe and reverence. Violet had never seen an awakening this strong in her lifetime.

Violet slowed her pace and then gently withdrew from Bea's navel. It was bright red and looked very tender. There was a warm wetness underneath Bea, a final rush as she hit her peak. Her nipples were hard and swollen, beads of sweat covering her.

Violet smiled, shaking her head, ecstatic.

"Bea." She called, softly.

Bea was curled up, aftershocks rolling though her. Her cheeks were wet with tears. The power of it had overwhelmed her.

"Violet," she said, laughing softly through the tears, "what in all the hells was that?"

Violet, desperate with her own aching need, came to hold Bea gently, rubbing her back, kissing her shoulder blades.

"That, Bea, was magic." she said.

"Is it like that every time?" Bea asked.

"Not every time, no." Violet mused. "But, sometimes that doesn't matter. There are many ways of reaching that, not all of them require an orgasm, or even that strong."

"An orgasm?" Bea asked.

"The release." Violet explained, her hand cradling Bea's belly.

"Ah. Yes." said Bea, blushing.

The feeling of Violet's hand on her belly was kindling the fire within once again. Bea laughed, embarrassed, as Violet sensed it and lightly teased her over her panties.

"It seems I have much to learn." she said.

"And this is only the beginning." Violet agreed.

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