Kara waits in the barn, which houses two uninterested cows and a small white goat. She’s watching them chew cud, thinking that she wouldn’t mind something to eat herself, when a tiny squeal and the sound of heavy fabric being dropped has Kara turning to find Lily, blankets discarded onto the filthy ground (terrible housekeeping, the sort of thing that can’t stand for long, but which Kara appreciates in the moment).
The young woman runs over and grabs Kara’s hands. “I had hoped it was you! When you disappeared after the raid, I thought I’d never see you again!” Hearing Lily’s voice in intelligible words for the first time sends a shock through Kara, mostly because it’s so damn cute, and because it reminds Kara of how desperately horny she is after her encounter with Dalia. “I know you can’t understand me, but… you saved my life.”
Unwilling to broach the topic of language right now, Kara goes in for a kiss, but Lily ducks away from her, giggling, and retrieves the blanket from the floor. The tri-coloured cat girl watches with a lazy head tilt, appreciating the curve of Lily’s ass beneath her night clothes as she climbs up the ladder and into the hayloft.
When Kara joins her a moment later, Lily is arranging blankets amongst the soft-looking hay. She jumps out of her skin when Kara says, “I’m sorry I couldn’t introduce myself properly earlier. I was under the effect of a curse.”
Prepared for an onslaught of follow up questions, Kara is surprised when Lily only lets out an excited squeak and says: “Then you can speak! And we will be friends!”
Kara cocks her head, smiles, and kisses Lily full on the mouth. The pretty farmhand lets out a little noise of surprise and manages to get a hand between their mouths.
“You are strange and bold; it does thrill me! But you must not do such things. Do you not know of Thala’s commandments?”
“There are Gods that would not be so cruel; that would not deny you such thrills.”
“You are a heathen, then?” asks Lily, voice far closer to excited than horrified.
“No, Lily, I am the last true believer left.” Well, there’s Jaika, but now isn’t the time to spring the goblin on this young woman. “I serve a God that loves you, as she does all people, and she commands me to love you in turn.”
“If the Church were to find out-”
“I would protect you.” Kara curls a strand of Lily’s chestnut hair around her slender finger, admires how soft and clean it is. “Do you want me to teach you of her ways; the ways of the Goddess? Do you want me, Lily?”
The girl rests her hand on Kara’s chest, just below the neck, biting her lip and sucking in air. “My father expects me back.”
Kara inhales sharply. “Lily; Lily; from the moment I saw you, I- you’re breathtaking; Lily, you’re wasted on this place. There’s a whole world waiting for you, a world of wonders you can’t even imagine here. I want to show you all of it. Treat you like the rare, exquisite woman you are.”
Lily flushes, flustered, and says: “you- you will not stay here, then?”
“We won’t stay. There is no reason to.”
“My… My fath-”
“If you would but let me show you, Lily, the pleasure I can give you — you would wonder that any God could deny you such joy. Come, Lily, as my friend, come — give me just a night to show you.”
Lily seems speechless at this, just staring up at Kara with big round eyes, and when Kara leans forward and kisses her, she doesn’t pull away. When Kara begins yanking at the tie on Lily’s sackish dress, though, she stutters backward, making small noises that Kara takes to be objections.
“Hush, dear Lily, dear friend. If you are nervous, I will go first.” Kara pulls her rough, burlap tunic off, and Lily’s eyes widen as she stares at the cat girl’s perfect tits. “Do they stir passion in you?”
“Yes,” Lily says, a quiet, reverent voice. Yes. She’ll do nicely.
“You understand the beauty of a woman’s body. Now you will understand the beauty of pleasure.” The tie comes undone with one smooth tug, and as Kara slips the clothes from Lily it only cements what a wonderful choice she’s made. The woman has a body to die for. “They are small minded. Such perfection should be on display, yet they cover you with that frock. I will appreciate it, each and every day.” Her hands on Lily’s waist elicits a faint squeak, and when Kara runs her hand gently over a huge, perfect breast, Lily shivers.
“This is wrong,” she says, the shackles of her faith loosened but not yet broken.
“Have you ever made love before?”
“No. I am unmarried!”
Kara knows, then, that this will blow her fucking mind. She falls to her knees, wraps her hands around Lily’s thighs, and pulls her forward. Her tongue silences any further protests. The shepherd shakes, hand on the hayloft’s railing for support, her gasps lost amongst the rafters. “Kara,” she moans.
Nails dig in. Her tongue moves faster. Lily’s hands twist into Kara’s tortoiseshell hair as she gasps and whimpers. Just as Lily’s thighs start to clench, though, Kara pulls back, kissing Lily’s hips and thighs as she cries out in protest.
The cries become happy, mollified moans when Kara grins and returns to her work again. Lily increases in volume until Kara is honestly concerned that they may hear all the way in the farmhouse. Lily is beyond concern, wrapped up in pleasure, building to the first orgasm of her life, feeling better than she had ever imagined she could feel.
Kara pulls away again and Lily almost screams.
“It would be wrong,” says Kara, voice a shade too close to mocking — but to Lily, with Kara’s breath tickling the hair between her legs, it doesn’t matter. “You must first forsake Thala, so that we might step out of her harsh light and be alone with our Goddess, with Sayla.”
“But-”
“It is time. Do you not feel it?”
Lily’s breath is shaky in the quiet of the barn. “What must I do?”
“You need only say her name,” says Kara, lips tickling the skin of Lily’s inner thigh. “Now.” And she buries her face again in the hair between Lily’s legs as she cries out in shock and pleasure at the touch.
“Sayla!” she cries, giving herself over to the sensation. “Sayla!”
It doesn’t take long before Lily is shaking against her, legs convulsing with the sheer force of her orgasm.