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In the Block 52 : “Smile” of the Congenial Ward, stands a small boutique coated in incense and smelling like wax. There worked a Zygil of great power, able to tap into the Greatroom (for a mere 100 credit) to learn the very future of someone’s existence. Today, however, surrounded by the many violet candles, the Idiopath Epimay wasn’t selling her candles nor visions. She was instead preparing herself for a ritual, a communion with the ever so mysterious Greatroom, one that required a particular set up.
Behind the shelves of her little room, she lies crouching as she unfolds a small mat on the cold floor, in between a dozen candles she deposited in a circle previously.
Humming a tune with her soft lips, she walked to the door of the boutique, making sure one last time that it was locked properly, as any interference with the ritual could be a great issue.
“Let us begin.” She murmured to herself as she slowly removed her robes. The ritual needs one to be deposed of mortal belongings, true to their natural form. As such, in the darkness of her room, Epimay began to reveal her silken body. Short, yet graceful legs, delicate arms, and an overall rather nice silhouette, one that was typically considered on par with the beauty standards.
Crouching down once more, she reached for the candles on the ground, and lit them one by one.
“The mood is set just right.” She whispered, while unhooking her lace bra. Freeing her budding breasts that were kept within. “It’s been a while since I got some time to perform this.” She chirped while putting her soft panty on the side, exposing pelvis and her genitals to the sights of the candles’ flame.
“And now, my body is prepared, and my mind empty of thoughts.” She said as she laid down on her mat, stretching once, and breathing in and out for a few minutes.
Her hand reached out as far as it could, then dropped on her leg, and like a subtle caress, it crossed her leg gently until it’s final destination.
“Greatroom, I am ready.”
And in the shining darkness of her boutique,
The tips of her delicate fingers
Massaged her clitoris.
Pleasure surged through her body. Her cheeks immediately turned bright red as her skin shivered. It had been a long time since she had the occasion to practice this peculiar rite, as such, she quivered from just the slightest touch.
“Ahh…this feeling…such bliss.” She moaned “I believe it’s time…” she mouthed with one hand on her glans, and the other reaching for one of the candles.
“Careful movements…”
The candle was floating above her body, held only by her frail grip. She brought it lower, slightly under her belly button, so close, she could feel the warmth of the flame on her pale skin.
“And now…One last step before enlightenment.” she chirped as she tilted the candle ever so slowly, and what was fated to happen, took place. The melted wax poured on her surface, and the great heat it bore burned the woman, bringing pain, and in pain came pleasure.
The thrill took a hold of her body, the melted wax solidified instantly as it fell on her cartilage, but each drop broiled her just the right amount of time for her to feel the pain coursing through her nerves and provoking her to moan again and again with various intensities.
Her fingers down by her crotch acted up, accelerating the pace to make sure her body would have not even a second of rest.
Breathing loudly and uncontrollably, she dropped her candle on the side, and took hold of another one. This time, she foresaw the immense joy that she could feel, and following the guidance of her visions, gently poured a drop on her breast.
The first drop served as a warning to the impending scald, a first glimpse at the intense, burning, delight to come. “More…I need to feel more.” She mumbled in her jagged breath. “My body needs more !” Flipping the candle upside down at great speed, the wax cascaded unto her bust, covering her areola in an instant of profound suffering.
“Ahhhhhhh !!!” Her screams resembled a moan, or perhaps her moan resembled a scream, with her fingers now scouting the entrance of her wet womb, she swiftly took in hand a third candle, unable to stop herself from pursuing those wretched desires of luxury.
And again, in a similar manner, she opened the floodgates of agony as she coated herself with paraffin.
“Ahhhh !!! Ohhh !!!” No words could leave her mouth, only sounds of pleasure as she explored her inside, with two fingers crooked between her legs, and the insides of her mind, a mind corrupted by the wish for a release.
And with no care for the potential danger, Epimay grabbed the fourth and last candle she would need, bringing her second hand where it all started, she flooded her clitoris with a downpour of torture of delight. There, with droplets flying in every direction and with a sting that never before as she felt, she reached epiphany.
Her mind and her body parted away from one another, and everything came flashing into her eyes, visions of the past, the future, and the present all at once flowing through her wax veiled body and into her blissful brain.
One could say that in this small room of the Congenial ward, in the dimly lit Block 52, behind racks of purple candles, and under the ever so present smell of incense, she had found enlightenment.