Aris’ soft laughter caught her off guard. “Yes, Laela,” she said kindly. “But your question tells me that perhaps it is time to get you better acquainted with that part of yourself.”
Laela tilted her head, curious. “How?”
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Aris took her hand and led her from the tub, reaching for a drying cloth which she used to blot the wetness from Laela’s legs. “Come,” she said, “sit before me on the rug.”
Together, the two young women sat down on the sizable brown fur rug that covered the stone floor at the foot of Laela’s bed. To Laela’s surprise, Aris swiftly lifted her own thin white leather skirt—all the way to her waist!
Laela gasped, then noticed how her reaction had pinkened Aris’ cheeks. “Don’t be shocked, Laela—this is uncommon for me, too. But it is the only way I know to teach you.”
With that, the teacher spread her legs wide and Laela couldn’t help studying her cunt. It still bore hair—wavy tufts of pale brown—and it seemed to open of its own accord, revealing more of the pink folds Laela had seen hints of on herself in the viewing glass. The sight turned her shockingly warm.
To continue the lesson, Aris took up her pointer once more, directing the tip toward the top of her parted pussy. “This is the clit, which we discussed earlier.”
“The primary source of pleasure,” Laela replied studiously, her eyes riveted on the teacher’s tiny glistening knob of pink.
Aris nodded, then moved the pointer lower, using her free hand to spread her flesh even more deeply until Laela saw a small opening, like a tiny cave to nowhere. Only she suspected it definitely led
somewhere
. “This is where the cock enters,” Aris explained.
Laela sighed her response, aware that her whole body was rippling with an odd anticipation—an excitement—she’d never expected to experience at her Orientation.
“Are you thinking of your special man’s cock going into you?” Aris asked with an uncharacteristically sly smile.
Actually, she had
not
been thinking of that, too caught up in the lesson itself, but now she envisioned her blond fantasy lover sliding into her, feeling pleasurably hard as Aris had described. Or she was
trying
to envision it, anyway. “I am, but…”
“Yes?”
“Up to now, I have always just…”
Aris leaned forward slightly. “You have always just what?”
Laela swallowed back her nervousness—this was no time for that. “I have always just rubbed my clit. I have never been quite so aware of that lower part,” she said, pointing to Aris’ moist, open cunt. “So even though I want to imagine the cock going into me, it’s difficult. For one thing, it’s hard to envision something so sizable going into such a small place. And for another…well, I can’t quite imagine
anything
going in there.” Heat climbed her cheeks by the time she finished speaking—she felt so ignorant. Such was the price of being a royal daughter, kept so purposely unaware of sex and everything related to it.
But when she gathered the courage to lift her gaze to Aris, the teacher’s eyes sparkled with kindness. “I can understand how shocking some of this must be to you,
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Laela. So perhaps,” she said, “we should start to Orient you a bit
physically
here, as well.”
Laela drew in her breath. “How?”
“Spread your legs for me, Laela. Very wide.”
Slowly, Laela did as Aris instructed, parting her thighs as broadly as she could across the fur rug.
Glancing down at Laela’s newly opened pussy, Aris moved closer to her, propping up the small viewing glass before it for Laela to see. “Use your fingers to open yourself more for me.”
Darting her eyes to Aris just briefly, Laela followed the command. Her every nerve ending seemed to tingle, her body gone tense as she continued to look into the jagged pieces of glass.
Moving the glass slightly to one side, Aris then knelt between Laela’s legs and poised the tip of her pointer at Laela’s cunt. At this, Laela tensed further, unduly aroused. Her nipples had long ago hardened into stiff buds, but now they felt particularly tight and sensitive as she sat naked and waiting for what would come next.
Biting her lower lip, Aris nudged the pointer at Laela’s flesh, seeking entry. “Relax,” she said soothingly when Laela went even more rigid.
Laela tried, remembering that she
wanted
to know what it felt like to be entered.
Relax. Relax your body. Especially there.
A second later, the wooden pointer slid smoothly in, the sensation no less than shocking and exquisite. She let out a gasp of pleasure just before she and Aris exchanged a smile.
“Of course a cock is much thicker,” Aris reminded her, “but at least now you know what it is to be entered.”
Laela nodded, her whole body aquiver, as Aris began to slide several inches of the pointer in and out of her pussy. “This is what the man does with his cock, how he fucks you.”
Laela sighed with happy realization. “So you are fucking me now. In a way.”
Aris giggled lightly, watching her task below very closely. “Yes, in a way.”
“I want to see better,” Laela admitted in a burst of frustration as the smooth wood slid against her inner flesh.
But it was impossible to position the viewing glass properly with the pointer in the way.
Rising up slightly, Aris smiled, her dark eyebrows lifting slightly. “I have a solution. You can watch it move in and out of
me
.” With that, she sat back, situating herself at the opposite, slightly thicker end of the wooden dowel, raising her skirt again so that her parted cunt was put back on display. Laela watched as the teacher smoothly slid the pointer into
her
pussy, as well, the two women’s legs crossing over each other’s to accommodate the length of the small rod.
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“Oh my,” Laela said, further aroused at the sight, and amazed that she, too, had the
same tool inside of
her
.
“Move against it,” Aris said softly. “Follow my lead. Thrust as I do.”
Laela watched as Aris shifted her hips, moving them to take the thin rod in deeper, then pulling back to release it slightly. Concentrating very hard, she mimicked the move, struggling to find the exact rhythm, until Aris said, “Yes, that’s right. That’s right.”
Soon, Aris reached down to rub her clit as she fucked the pointer. Her eyelids began to droop heavily and her mouth fell open in a soft moan. Laela watched raptly, caught up in witnessing Aris’ obvious pleasure.
“Rub yourself, too,” Aris said, her voice coming lower.
“Hmm?” Laela was utterly lost in watching her teacher, as well as the sensation of the pointer moving in and out of her own little hole.
“Rub your clit. Make yourself come.”
Coming
. One of the words she’d learned a whole new meaning for during the early parts of their lesson. “You will sleep much easier tonight if you come first, I promise you.”
It seemed a private sort of thing, but if Aris didn’t mind coming in front of
her
, then Laela decided she need not be so shy. Pulling her gaze from Aris’ pussy just long enough to focus on her own, she lowered her first two fingers there, noticing that it felt a bit different with no hair.
And oh, the pleasure! She had not realized how much in need of her own touch she was until the hot delight shot through her. It was motivation enough to make her forget her timidity and proceed to thoroughly press and rub and squeeze the engorged nub of pink flesh Aris had taught her about.
When Aris began to fill the air with deeper sighs and more passionate moans, Laela no longer held hers back either. She continued to watch Aris pleasuring herself, noting how wet and swollen her cunt now appeared, and she thought once more of the handsome man from the village, and imagined
her
hand was
his
, imagined—insanely perhaps—
both
of his hands, one on her clit, the other on Aris’, rubbing, rubbing, so slickly into their drenched flesh, pleasuring them both, rubbing harder and harder…and then she exploded.
Oh Ares! The hot pulses of delight shot through her more intensely than anything she’d ever felt alone in her bedchamber.
Orgasm
. That was the word she’d learned for that hot, hard peak of pleasure that took her over now, and which—if she wasn’t mistaken—was taking Aris over, too. Both cried out in repletion, again and again, until finally the heat faded and the room went quiet once more.
As Aris glanced down, removing the pointer from herself, then easing it gently from Laela’s pussy, as well, she looked slightly sheepish. “I did not intend…” she began softly, “for things to become so…well, I had not meant to
demonstrate
quite so much.”
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Having felt so embarrassed about so many things herself tonight, Laela smiled warmly at her teacher. “I’m glad you did. I feel…more prepared now than I did just a few moments ago.”
Aris returned the smile, but still appeared uneasy. “Well, I’m glad for that. Yet I should…conclude our lesson for this evening before I…”
“Before you what?”
The pretty young teacher shook her head. “Nothing,” she said, her eyes drifting over Laela’s bare curves as she hurriedly got to her feet and pulled her skirt down. “But I shall see you again tomorrow night, Laela, for our next lesson.”
* * * * *
The following evening, as dusk shadowed the air outside Laela’s window, a knock came on her door. Hurrying to whisk it open, expecting to see Aris on the other side, she was surprised to find her oldest sister, Maven, who had not yet departed the fortress for her home in the north. Her eyes looked as big and round as the goblets they drank from at meals. “I have news,” she said, taking Laela’s hands.
Pushing her way in, she shut the door firmly behind her, then turned to face Laela. “Ogran is here. He’s arrived early. Father has moved up the Giving Ceremony to tomorrow morning at sunrise!”
Laela gasped as a bolt of panic shot through her. “Oh no!”
Their father had done the same to Teesia when she had been promised to Ralen. So much for royal tradition! And she supposed that, in the end, maybe it didn’t matter much, a difference of one or two days, but she wasn’t ready to go yet—she was scheduled for two more nights of Orientation with Aris, and after last night, she’d found herself looking forward to them. Certainly more, anyway, than she was looking forward to leaving with Ogran for “the mountains”.
“And this very minute,” Maven went on, out of breath, “Father has the staff preparing a feast to greet him, and he summons you to join them for dinner.”
At this, Laela simply sneered. It was bad enough to be betrothed to a man old enough to be her father’s father, bad enough that she had to go off and share a home with him, but it was downright
humiliating
to have to eat with him in front of all the fort’s inhabitants, reminding them all of the doom she was about to face.
For a second, she considered refusing outright—but one did not refuse Enrick, Ruler of Caralon. So she simply released a put-upon sigh and said, “Very well. Can you help me dress?” Normally, her maid Nila would have been called for this task, but she needed her sister just now.
Maven selected an emerald-colored frock of silk from Laela’s wardrobe to match the green ribbon choker that always adorned Laela’s neck these days, at its center an expensive metal medallion of a cat’s face, with green eyes just like Midnight’s. Her mother had commissioned the piece for her recent birthday, indulging her unusual
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affinity for such creatures. Although why they were bothering with something so trivial as matching a dress with a ribbon for a wretched old man, she had no idea.
Maven continued to talk incessantly, something Laela herself was usually famous for doing, but the last few days had quieted her. And rather than pay any attention to whatever Maven was chattering about at the moment—something about focusing on the future and the estate she would own once Ogran died—instead she simply tried to think positive thoughts to prepare herself for her impending marriage.
When I am forced to have sex with Ogran, I’ll just think of my fantasy lover from the village.
And who knew—maybe Ogran was too
old
to fuck. Aris had said it took stamina.
And maybe she
would
take a lover—maybe Ogran would be too old and senile to even realize it. For she
wanted
a lover now, after having learned about sex. She wanted to know what it was to have a man inside her, she wanted that union—just not with
Ogran
.