Mysteries of Love

Cyllene and Nomia have been best friends since time before mind - they complement each other perfectly, like sun and moon. That is, until Cyllene experiences a rite of adulthood that turns girls into women, and that Nomia is too afraid to join... Everyone in the village knows about the mysteries, the deeply secretive rituals performed yearly under the mountain where Cyllene and Nomia make their home.
When a young girl comes of age, she can join the mysteries - but anyone who has not been initiated is forbidden to know what takes place inside. Shy Nomia is all too willing to put off her initiation till another day, but Cyllene - older and more adventurous - takes the plunge, leading to an irrevocable rift between the two. Nomia doesn't want to lose her closest friend - but nor can she keep secret the fact that her feelings have blossomed into something more.
Will she have what it takes to mend their relationship? If it means taking the plunge and going through initiation, she might just have to - even if it means finding out what the dark, licentious mysteries are really all about!Read on for over 8000 words of romantic, girl-on-girl smut with extra-hot helpings of historical setting, aphrodisiacs and group sex!Excerpt:Nomia had been kissed before, but not like this.
The stranger's lips sought hers with a kind of desperation, a heated chase unlike the tentative explorations she'd made as a young girl in the secrecy of the forest near her home. Her mouth was crushed by it and she had no will with which to react; then the stranger pulled away, and throwing their arm out, twirled her along-another step in this strange new dance-to the next partner. She spun without stopping to think, her feet continuing the rhythm of the dance even as her mind drew up short at the shock of what had just happened.
Before she could dwell on it too long her next partner clasped her fingertips in their own and pulled her close again. This time she was almost ready for the kiss when it happened, but her partner surprised her with a glancing, almost chaste brush of the lips, then spun away into the dark. Nomia caught herself, pressed her hands to her chest to muffle the heart beating wildly there. Her cheeks were glowing warm and her fingertips too, but she had no capacity to make sense of the easy way she'd been handled-been kissed-by her fellow initiates.
Was this part of the rite? Or was she simply fair game in the wild, transgressive song that had taken over their proceedings?Her breath hitched in her throat. Cyllene had never mentioned this-though of course, she was forbidden to. But she had told Nomia that the mysteries had changed her, had shown her who she was. If this was a part of that transformation, Nomia thought, she was in deeper water than she'd bargained for.