Chapter 312: The Rite of Consecration

Kellar took her by the hand and led her to the back of the nave.

"Where to?" asked Ophelia.

"The room," said Kellar.

"The room of the chosen?"

"Your room," said Kellar. "No one else has used it."

She tightened her fingers around his and followed without asking more.

The room was smaller than it looked from the nave. There was a pallet with a straw mattress and a folded blanket on it, and a candle on a clay dish, unlit. Kellar lit it with two strikes of flint.

The light reached Ophelia’s face and she blinked.

"Are you shaking?" asked Kellar.

"Yes, master," said she.

"From the cold?"

"No," said Ophelia. "From fear."

Kellar crouched in front of her and took both her hands.

"Look," said Kellar. "You can say no. Now, or halfway, or whenever. Nothing falls apart if you do."

"I know," said Ophelia. "But even so."

"Even so what?"

"Even so I shake," said she, and laughed, and the shaking climbed into her voice.

Kellar let go, took off his cloak, and spread it over the mattress.

"Lie down," said Kellar.

Ophelia lay on her side with the staff still in her hand, then tucked it against her breast like an infant.

Kellar sat down beside her and ran his hand along her side, from armpit to hip, very slowly, and felt every rib on the way.

"Skinny," said Kellar.

"I know," said she.

"It is not a complaint," said Kellar.

He brought his hand down her thigh and left it there, open, watching the staff she had pressed to her breast.

"Do you always keep it with you?" asked Kellar.

"Yes, master," answered Ophelia. "You told me to keep it close."

"At all times."

"At all times," she repeated.

Kellar leaned to her ear.

"Then show me what you do when only the Bear God is watching," said Kellar.

Ophelia’s air cut out.

"Here?" asked she.

"Here," said Kellar.

She went still a second. Then she bit her lip and brought her hand down from the staff.

"With the staff or with my fingers?" asked Ophelia.

"The way you do it," said Kellar.

Ophelia shut her eyes and then opened them, because she remembered he wanted her to see. She pushed the already-open dress a little higher without taking it off, and opened her legs in front of him.

Her hand was shaking.

"I go all red, do I not?" asked she.

"Yes," said Kellar.

"It is that you are watching."

"And you watch my aura," said Kellar. "Watch what happens when you touch."

Ophelia turned her face toward him and the shine ran around him. There were spots where it flared.

"It lights here," said she, and put the fingertips of her free hand on his chest. "When I say master."

"And it dims when you move away," said Kellar.

"And it lights again when I come close," said she, and her own voice startled her.

"You see," said Kellar. "You know how to read. Now touch yourself."

Her fingers came down.

The first contact made her jump. She held still with the fingertip resting, breathing through her mouth, and then began to move in small circles.

"Ah," said she, and her eyes shut.

"Look," ordered Kellar.

She forced them open.

Kellar’s aura was thickening, and Ophelia followed it with her eyes as she touched herself, and every time she looked the circle went wider.

"Like this?" asked she.

"Slower," said Kellar.

She slowed.

"Like this?" asked Ophelia again.

"Yes," said Kellar. "Like that."

Ophelia began to pant. Her hips went up and the dress slid off entirely, and she ended up with one leg open and the other folded.

"Master," said she.

"Yes?"

"It is going to escape me," said Ophelia. "It is going to escape me and I do not know how to..."

"Do not hold it," said Kellar.

"I cannot not hold it."

"Then let it," said Kellar. "And keep your eyes on me."

Ophelia looked at him. Her hand went faster and her mouth opened, and the aura went so white around her that it nearly covered the mattress.

She stayed trembling with her hand still there, then pulled it away and pressed it to her belly.

"What is it called?" asked she, panting.

"Orgasm," said Kellar.

"Orgasm," she repeated. "That is fine. I like the word."

Kellar ran his hand along her thigh, still wet.

"Watch the aura," said Kellar. "And breathe."

He entered slowly.

Ophelia went taut until her heels came off the pallet. Her mouth opened and nothing came out.

"Breathe," repeated Kellar.

She tried. It came out a broken whistle.

"More," said Kellar.

Another, deeper. Her heels came back to the pallet.

"Good," said Kellar. "Like that."

He stayed still inside her and she opened on her own, centimetre by centimetre, the aura twisting and reassembling around her.

"It hurts," said Ophelia.

"Yes," said Kellar.

"But I do not want you out."

Kellar moved.

At first it was slow and short and she followed him with her face clenched. On the sixth movement her face changed and the aura jumped.

"There," said Ophelia. "There again."

"Master," corrected Kellar.

"Master, there again," she repeated.

Kellar gave her there.

Then he brought his hand down her belly and set it over her, thumb where she liked it, and kept moving.

Ophelia dug her fingers into his back. Then she remembered the staff and pressed it to her own breast, between them, and the bear’s head ended up flat against her sternum.

"Tell me," said Kellar.

"What?" asked she.

"Tell me how."

"Harder," said Ophelia, without hesitating. "Harder, master, please, harder."

Kellar gave it to her.

Ophelia began saying things that were not words, and at some point the staff went out of her hands, rolled off the pallet, and she did not look for it.

Kellar kept working his thumb.

Ophelia came over his hand, with a second cry that came out too loud, and Kellar covered her mouth with his palm when it was already leaving her.

She screamed through his fingers and clenched around him.

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