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Her breath caught in her throat. Had the gods answered her prayers? Well, all but one of them, but she wouldn’t complain. Zaar, the god of land masses, had let her reach the isle, and Mer, god of the seas, had not only spared her life, he’d given her the use of a fine, fragrant pool to clean and soothe her aching body; miraculous, indeed, considering her apostasy. What Mica, god of all, had in store for her didn’t signify. Zaar and Mer had blessed her, and if she were to subscribe to the theory of Divine intervention, she had to assume Mica would show her his plan in due time. With that thought to give her confidence, she stripped off her ragged shift and dove into the pool.
    The water felt like silk against her skin, rushing into every crevice, every orifice in her aching body. On the far wall a narrow cascade of falling water spilled into the pool in a froth of lace and spindrift. How soothing it was to listen to. How beautiful it was to watch in the dim glow of reflected light from the distant torches. They gave it an ethereal rose-gold glow tumbling down, and she floated on her back to give herself a better view of the spectacle.
    What looked like a small dish resting upon the marble edge of the pool caught her eye and she backstroked to it. It was a large scallop shell with a cake of soap inside. Rhiannon lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply. The soap had an herbal scent, not unlike the honey sweetness she’d smelled when she first entered the cave. It was spotted with flecks of brilliant blue that reminded her of sea holly, and it smelled similar as well. A sea sponge lay beside it, and she took both soap and sponge, and floated on her back again, working up a rich, fragrant lather. It felt so good, as she smoothed it over her throat, over the firm globes of her breasts. When the sponge grazed her nipples, something tugged at her loins. Working the lather into the hardened buds, she moaned as rippling waves of drenching fire spread through her belly and thighs.
    The fragrant steam rising from the mineral-rich water was like an aphrodisiac. She inhaled the moist honey sweetness. How cleansing these mineral salts were after the abrasive sea salt water she’d breathed in earlier. She floated, buoyed gently on the surface of the water, her long hair fanned out wide about her like a cloud of sea grass. Her whole body throbbed like a pulse beat, as the lapping ripples laved her from head to toe. Working in slow, concentric circles, she massaged the thick, rich lather the length of her body, over her belly and thighs, lingering when she reached the tuft of ginger-colored pubic curls shielding her mound.
    Probing beneath the silken V, she found the hardened bud of her female erection and rubbed it until it grew harder still. Working the lather into the tender, sensitive flesh of her nether lips, she stroked the virgin skin beneath until waves that felt like liquid fire arched her back and raised her sex, white with undissolved suds, above the surface of the water.
    The urgency of her arousal was such that it broke the concentration she had summoned to keep her balance floating there, and she sank beneath the water momentarily. Adrenaline surged, and she struggled to rise. When she broke the surface again, gulping and thrashing and brushing her hair back from her face, suds and silken water slid the length of her in random rivulets and sheets of fragrant soapy bubbles. They collected upon her breasts, calling her hands there to sweep them away from her turgid nipples. They had grown so hard she could barely stand the delicious pain of her caress.
    Working her legs scissor fashion to keep herself afloat forced the mineral-rich water and soap suds to flood her vagina, laving her sex until her hips jerked forward, her whole body tensed with unclimaxed sensation. She spread her legs and the water laved her deeper, the heat of it penetrating. All around her, bubbling white water from the little fall at her back nudged her,