The Dolorosa/Signless v2 - Disciple

>Ma'am? Is it okay if I come in?

A young, humble voice broke the silence in which the Dolorosa sat, slumbering in the cool nightly air. She turned and saw the feisty one, the girl with the long wild hair and the fire in her eye - and in her heart. It was his Disciple, the girl that had come into their life some time ago.

>Not at all, have a seat.

The Dolorosa hastily straightened her hair, making herself presentable before her guest, who also seemed rather weary from their journey. Which wasn't surprising, as their journey had been a long one.

What had driven the three of them - the Dolorosa, her Signless and his Disciple - across the seemingly endless expanse of the great desert only to end up in a small encampment on the outskirts of a small town, takes a little explanation.

The Signless had long learned to train his silver tongue, and the many years he spent growing up in the desert had taught him much about the world. As a result he had become talkative, then preachy, and then a downright agitator.
Initially the Dolorosa viewed this as a problem, afraid that his tendency to draw attention to himself would lead to their swift demise, knowing full well that the highbloods did not look kindly on disrupters. However, rather than just turning people against him, his talks of change also served to inspire those who were receptive to it, and they soon found sympathizers approaching them to occasionally lend a helping hand in their struggle. His words and message struck a chord with many of the Alternian inhabitants, highblood and lowblood alike.

The first to leave her old life behind and join them in their cause - even if their cause was, at this point, still hazy at best - was this young girl, feral but well-mannered, brave and loyal. They traveled now, the tree of them, like the Dolorosa and her Signless had traveled before. And when she saw the bravery and love his words inspired in her, the Dolorosa knew that his talent of speech deserved encouragement, rather than suppression. She had a feeling his words would soon change more than just one young girl's view on life.

Many nights ago, the Signless awoke with a start, recounting visions of a great ship that lay waiting for them somewhere by the shore. It was to be their vessel used to spread his message throughout the world, and with this new purpose they set course towards the seas. It had already been a long and arduous journey to their new destination when an old ally arranged two dune-carriages, one for the Signless and his custodian and one for his Disciple, to carry them into a town that lay on their course towards the coast.

Her Signless had shown heroism, strength and bravery in the days prior, but in that moment, locked in a warm carriage and weary of struggle, he just wanted to be her boy again, if only for a moment. Slumbering in the Dolorosa's lap, he couldn't stop touching her feet.
She knew they had to stop doing this, especially now they had a companion traveling with them, but her feet were aching from constant travel and the thought of them being tended to sounded very appealing. Drawing closed the curtains of their carriage, she extender her long, well-toned leg and displayed her bare foot, wiggling her toes as an invitation. He didn't require any further encouragement.

Lathering her rough soles in licks and kisses, his crotch bulging with pleasure, she murmured softly as he treated her aching feet to a thorough grooming, probing every wrinkle, nook and cranny. He was close to climaxing when they finally reached their destination, a small encampment on the edge of town there they would spend the night. She withdrew her foot, nudged his face to snap him out of it, and - embarrassed - they made their way outside. The three of them paid off the driver and wandered into their new settlement. Each had their own hut, each was preparing for a night of well-deserved rest.

And now, their new companion had visited the Dolorosa in the small hours, as the Signless lay fast asleep elsewhere.

She took a seat opposite to her, placing her hands in her lap.

>I hope I didn't come at a bad time. The day has been hard for both of us.

>It has. I do not believe I have ever sat for so long, my behind feels as if it's been paddled by the Grand Highblood himself.

>I could come by another time, if you wish.

>No, it's quite alright. I'd enjoy a little company.

>I'm sorry if I seemed a little sheepish before, I'm not usually like this. It's just that it's humbling, being in your presence. The woman who raised such a great thinker must truly be a great, um, mind, in her own right.

>Oh, I assure you I had little to do with it. His ideas are all his own. I merely clothed and fed him, led him through his hardscrabble beginnings. I like to think I'm only his pedestal.

>But surely his ideas of compassion, of selflessness and harmony, surely they must have spawned from your own empathy and love. He speaks of you often in his sermons, how you broke the mold and went out of your way to save one so weak - to save him. To risk your own life for another. Surely such nobility must come from somewhere.

The Dolorosa sat back against the wall, sighing deeply. She had never thought of it like that.
>I suppose you have a point. I am quick to downplay my own role in all of this, perhaps because I don't want to see it. All of this can still be quite intimidating at times.

>I know exactly what you mean, but don't minimize your own significance. He told me you've taught him everything he knows, and what he knows is profound. I mean, he's so right. About everything. About the world, about our race. About our ways. And he has such great ideas on how to change all of it…
But this is not what I came to discuss.

The Dolorosa raised her brow, and watched as the enthusiastic visitor suddenly started shifting in her seat nervously, her composure shattered, almost embarrassed.

>I have sat with him for many nights, and I have listened carefully to his every word. And, well, I'm, embarrassed to say that, I, I've, uh, in spending so much time together I…

The disciple trembled, fidgeting with her hands and again shifting in her seat. She was not ready to utter those words, those words that filled her mind and heart but seemed too big to fit through her mouth and enter existence. But the Dolorosa knew those words well, and was kind enough to utter them for her.

>You have feelings for him.

The Disciple looked up and stared her in the eyes with an expression of relief.

>Yes.

The Dolorosa nodded understandingly, while her guest continued.

>I do, but it's more than feelings. I'm not even sure what quadrant to fill. He's awakened a passion in me I've never felt before. I yearn for him. Everything about him makes me feel so - I can't even begin to explain it - when he speaks with such passion and all his words ring so true, and he gets that fiery glint in his eye, I feel like I'm melting, and when he speaks to me I feel like I'm drowning, and I don't know what to-

She felt a hand on her shoulder. The Dolorosa stood before her, looked down with the kindest, most motherly smile the Disciple had ever seen, and instinctively she leapt up to hug her, finally having found someone to talk to. The Dolorosa hugged her back, allowing the poor troubled youngster, who gave up so much to be with them, to pour all of those pent-up emotions out over her.

After a while they broke contact and the Dolorosa sat her guest back down.

>I'm sorry for my outburst. I'm not fond of being this open, but I have to speak of it.

>That's okay. First, let it be clear that there's no room for shame here. I've sensed your feelings and I'm very happy that there's someone as clever and strong as you out there who adores my dear Signless as much as I do, or maybe more so. And I've sensed it in him too.

>You have?!

>Yes, I have. He sees you as more than a mere disciple, dear, there's no doubt about that. But as perfect as you might think he is, he's not. Believe me. When it comes to these kinds of things he is nothing short of an oaf. A fool. Like I said, I've known of both your feelings for quite some time - anyone with a brain and a heart can tell that your affection for him is greater than that of any other. It radiates off of you in a loving glow. But I can also tell that he doesn't get it. Not yet, at least.

>But why? You know him like no other, raised him since grub-hood. There's nothing you don't know about him.

>That's true.

>Well then, how do I - how do I get him to notice me?

The answer sprang instantly into her mind, and the Dolorosa swallowed uncomfortably. There had always been this one thing that guaranteed a strong sexual reaction from him, and she had cherished it as a closely guarded secret they shared. At first she seriously considered keeping this secret from her, but to deny this poor young girl the key to consummating her love was a cruel thing, and it was not in her blood to be cruel. And she knew that this was the ideal way to pass the torch, making this girl the one true woman in his life and ending their… whatever it was they had together.

Suddenly she realized that it was possibly her ongoing borderline sexual activities with her Signless that had kept him from making a move on his Disciple, leaving her feelings unrequited, and instantly she felt guilt creeping up on her. No, she had to tell her, if not for her, then for her own conscience.
She cleared her throat, and patted her lap.

>Give me your foot, sweetheart.

>My foot?

>Yes. I think I know how I can help you.

This was all the encouragement she needed. The Disciple scooted over to her, moving her seat close enough to reach the Dolorosa with her boot. She lifted it into her lap with grace, and sat back, curious about the wisdoms the Dolorosa had to share with her.

The Dolorosa reached up to her guest's shin, undid the straps and slipped off the boot, revealing a young, graceful foot underneath, healthy and well-formed. She slid her hand under the heel and cradled the foot in the palm of her hand, inspecting it closely. It was nothing like her own: while hers were weathered, worn and rough, the Disciple's was smooth, slender and well-kept, though sweaty and tired from their journey. The grey skin was tough but supple, devoid of calluses or grime. Her nails were slightly sharpened at the tips, entirely in line with her feral exterior, but the way they were maintained revealed a healthy sense of hygiene and responsibility. The only thing they shared, she realized, was that they were both strong and well-toned, good for a life of hardship and fit to carry her child across the world if necessary.

As she cradled the foot in one hand, her other hand massaged it thoroughly, from heel to toe, sizing it up. She knew what her Signless liked, knew what could arouse his attention and what could not, so she had to sample it the same way he would. Gently she raised the foot up to her face and took a whiff. The odor wasn't too strong, only a slight musky scent from days of constant travel.

Without warning she extended her long tongue and licked across the ball of her foot, up between the toes. The Disciple twitched, bewildered and slightly tickled by this sudden physical contact, but she was also visibly curious as to where this was going. She curled her toes as the Dolorosa went in for another sweep, slightly lower this time, exploring the sole.

For a moment, the Dolorosa seemed to savor its flavor, like a lady of stature tasting a fine wine, her face deep in analytic thought. Eventually the Dolorosa released her, placing the foot back in her lap, and looked back to the Disciple who was now on the edge of her seat in anticipation.

>I think this might just do the trick.

>Do explain!

>Listen closely. I'm going to show you a couple of things, and I want you to memorize them well. Then, afterwards, I want you to head over to his hut post-haste, and repeat on him what I am about to do to you. I'm sure you will be filled to the brim with questions, and trust me, answers will come. Just know that you will thank me later.

>Got it.

>Are you ready?

>Yes.

The Disciple, her face eager and determined, jumped a little when she felt the Dolorosa's bare foot make contact with her own. She looked down to see it coming out from underneath her long, dark gown, and somehow she was surprised that a woman of such noble stature was actually barefoot underneath that formal dress. Her foot was larger than hers, stronger but still elegant, and it felt rough as it crept up along her leg. It wasn't until she stroked past her knee and approached her thigh that she backed away slightly, uncertain of what was happening.

Sensing this uncertainty, the Dolorosa backed down for a second.

>Try to keep track, this is important.

The Disciple nodded wordlessly.

The Dolorosa continued her journey along the Disciple's leg, stopping at her hip. It felt tense under her touch, holding her legs closely together in a defensive position, so she gently massaged it with her toes until her guest's muscles relaxed, slowly creeping inward towards her groin. Meanwhile, she pulled up her gown to reveal her long, strong leg, in all its bare, shapely glory. The Disciple regarded it with awe and respect.
The Dolorosa had no idea where she was going with this. Was she harassing their guest now? Was that what she was doing? It hadn't been her intention at first, but as she felt the Disciple's body slowly becoming receptive to her advances there was little holding her back. She just went with it, doing what she would usually do. Showing her the ropes, as it were. And she just went right along with it.

Her foot continued its journey towards her guest's intimate regions, pausing periodically when she ran into resistance, massaging until this resistance fell away, and then advancing a little further every time. They had reached a point where her foot was openly stroking the inner thigh, and the Disciple sat spellbound holding her hands up to her face, as she sat slumped with legs spread, occasionally twitching in what was left of her defenses.

As her toes moved forward and grazed the mound of her crotch, the Disciple twitched, moving her hips forward slightly. The Dolorosa hesitated, decided against going that far, backed away for a moment and placed her foot on the Disciple's belly, moving it up to her chest. The hopeless arousal on the young girl's face was almost heart-breaking - these months of loneliness had really taken their toll on her. And the Dolorosa knew that it wasn't her place to relieve her - that role fell to her Signless alone. But she also knew that she was instrumental in making that scenario happen, so the least she could do was keep her child's future matesprit excited and ready for action.

Therefore, as her foot reached the Disciple's chest, her toes coming up between her developing breasts, she lifted her other foot and placed her sole gently on her guest's crotch. The Disciple'd hips bumped forward, gladly rubbing her mound against the rough skin, but the Dolorosa made sure to back away whenever she felt her visitor getting too excited.

Meanwhile, the Disciple had let go of all reason. This was not something she would normally find arousing, not at all, but apparently she had now reached a point where the feeling of another woman's rough soles, coarse like sandpaper pushing on her excited nether regions, was enough to almost drive her over the edge.

All she could think of was the Signless. His face, his voice, those stupid little glimpses she'd caught of him bathing. Did he enjoy this kind of thing? Was this a kink of his? How perfectly lewd for such a noble thinker. She imagined him being in her position in a few moments, squirming under her touch, wondered immediately if she'd have the guts to carry it out, and then subsequently decided that she was too fucking horny to let anything stop her at this point.

She snapped back to reality when she felt a rough, warm sole caressing her cheek. A landscape of wrinkles and calluses greeted her as she opened her eyes to meet the Dolorosa's foot face to face - she didn't want to know the hardships she had to endure to get feet that looked like this. They were a thing of unpolished beauty, shaped by the elements like the rocks of the dune, like an open book of experience and survival.

Another stroke against her groin made her head spin, and she felt her face glowing hot with arousal. She craved that touch, down there, and for the first time in minutes she brought her hands down from her face and placed them on the arch of the Dolorosa's foot, pushing it against her groin. She immediately punished her for this bold action by pulling away altogether, waiting for the Disciple to settle down before continuing where they had left off.

With her right foot massaging and stroking her face, lost in arousal, and her left foot toying with her crotch, the Dolorosa skillfully brought the Disciple to a tipping point, and then backed down altogether.

The Disciple sat, slumped in her seat, breathing heavily on the brink of what might have been a violent orgasm. As she gradually regained consciousness, she looked around the room, stroked a hand through her hair, wiped her face and looked at the  Dolorosa across from her, who already sat neatly upright, her legs covered by that gown as if nothing had happened. She was not yet ready for speech when the Dolorosa spoke.

>Did you get all of that?

>Uhuh.

>Then go. Don't waste any time. Do unto him as I did unto you.

Without uttering a word, the Disciple leapt up from her seat, lunged to the Dolorosa in a humble sort of semi-hug of gratitude, and sped out of the hut, into the night.

The Dolorosa sat back and sighed, a faint smile across her face. It was out of her hands now, and up to her brave little apprentice to make this night a success. The Disciple was unsure, young and inexperienced - but with the way she'd kept her riled up, the Dolorosa was pretty confident her passion would more than make up for it.

Her smile widened when she noticed the Disciple's boot, forgotten and discarded beside her seat.

She got up and closed the hut's entrance, but not before peeking outside to see the door to his hut unlocked and slightly ajar, a trail of hurried footsteps barely visible in the moonlight extending from her doorstep straight to his. She produced a nod of approval.

Exhausted, she retreated back inside, feeling accomplished. She'd done her part. Laying her weary body down, she listened to the nightly winds lashing the hut's canvas, as she let sleep come over her in waves, like a tide. For the first time in weeks, she slept soundly, knowing that her Signless would never have to sleep alone anymore.