“What is a lesbian?” she asked.
“A woman who loves other women… sexually,” I replied.
Tori thought about that for a while.
“I find that sad,” she finally announced. “My people teach that any love is good.”
Looking at me with most of my body below the bubbles, she sighed. “This is going to make your apprenticeship with me much more difficult. I don’t know how I can inscribe my spells upon your skin without sex.”
“I don’t understand why sex is integral in your tattooing,” I said.
“When I touch you,” Tori said. “I inscribe the metal beneath your skin using my magic. I touch your skin and draw patterns on it. As my apprentice, you need to touch my patterns, to learn them. Also, when the metal slips beneath your skin, it makes your nerves race, your blood will pound, and lust will fill your genitals.”
Placing her hands behind her head, as she laid back, she said, “It will make you climax. It feels that good.”
Looking at me, she added. “As I draw my tattoos on you, your climax will slowly increase, just like with a lover. Not being lovers will be embarrassing -- for you and me -- when you start making moaning noises and then finally come.”
Blowing air out of her mouth, she said, “We have another problem.”
“What?” I asked.
“Tomorrow, you become Zebulon’s apprentice also,” she told me. “You have not even officially become mine yet.”
“Why is that bad?” I asked.
“Without the two patterns we talked about previously, he will have complete access to your mind,” she said. “Do you remember what happened last time?”
“Yes,” I replied, shivering when I remembered how he had taken my mind over so easily.
“And,” she said. “Whoever you apprentice with first, will have priority.”
Sighing, she played with the warm water.
“You need to decide who is your master, and who is your teacher,” she said.
“What is the difference?” I asked.
“Your master is who your loyalty is to,” she said. “Your teacher is just… a teacher, teaching you a special skill set.”
Looking directly at me, she said, “Truth, Zebulon is going to claim you tomorrow, most likely against your will, if you don’t become my apprentice tonight.”
I leaned back in the tub and thought about what she said.
Zebulon was a bastard. He had tried to mind-rape me already once. I knew that he would do anything to go home.
And, I was the only one who could read his papers.
With my mind wide open, he could take the information from me, leaving us with no bargaining chip. I wouldn’t become the Warlock of Burning Tree and Tori wouldn’t become the Maestro either. He would take what he wanted, most likely forcing me to translate the papers for him tomorrow.
I was tired of being weak.
And, being twisted from one world to another, willie - nillie .
Being used.
I wanted to be safe.
And, I wanted to be in control of my life.
Tori hadn’t lied to me, not even once, while we were in the tub. Her lips weren’t stained with darkness.
As far as she knew it, she was telling the truth.
“How do I become your apprentice?” I asked, setting my feet on a new path.
- 15 -
Tori peered at my face, trying to decide if I was serious, or not.
Then, she scowled.
“I don’t know if I want to make love to someone who thinks touching me is evil,” she grumbled.
“I understand,” I said. “So, what do we do?”
Cocking her head, she asked me, “Do you think that making love to me will damn your soul to hell?”
I opened my mouth, to give her a quick answer.
Then, I stopped and thought about it.
Did I consider it evil?
I knew what I had been taught as a child by my mother and father. They had both been in a panic when they realized that I might have been touched by a woman sexually when I was gone. That thought had tormented them.
But, what did I really think?
“No,” I said. “I don’t think that touching you is evil.”
The words surprised me.
“Do you find me attractive?” she asked.
God help me, but I did.
I hadn’t been able to admit it, even to myself, until now. I had found it, stimulating, when she had touched me early.
But, now, I finally let the truth touch my soul.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“May I wash your hair,” she asked again.
But, this time, it felt different, almost like the beginning of a ritual.
I nodded, turned around and slid up out of the water.
Goosebumps covered my exposed skin, as I tried to breath e .
I was excited, nervous, and disturbed, all at the same time.
My stomach felt like it was going to get sick.
I had told a girl that she was pretty.
Holy fuck, I nearly groaned out loud.
I felt the water move, as Tori moved closer to me. Without touching my body, she began rinsing out my hair.
“Shut your eyes and just try to breathe,” she said.
The warm water felt good, as it poured down my back.
Her fingers felt warm on my skin, as she tilted my head up farther.
Tori rinsed out my hair several times, then, she reached past me and grabbed a handful of gel out of a bowl.
I shivered when her breast rubbed up against my back.
Could I really do this?
Tori began washing my hair. The gel was a type of shampoo that smelled nice. Fruity.
Her fingers began to caress my scalp, sending shivers down my spine.
I loved it when people washed my hair. The feelings of their fingers running through my locks and over my skin was wonderful. She even sank her nails lightly into my scalp, rubbing all the dirt and gunk out of it.
Then, she began rinsing my hair out again.
When she was done, Tori reached past me again, as she picked up a sponge and another handful of a different gel.
The sponge felt wonderful on my back, as she began washing me.
My heart was racing. There was only so much skin that was available in the position that I was in.
I felt warm water splashing on my back, as she washed off the soap.
“If you want to be mine,” Tori whispered. “Stand up.”
Taking a deep breath, I made a decision.
I wanted control.
I wanted power.
And, god help me, I wanted a lover. Someone who was loyal to me. Someone who wouldn’t leave me or judge me for being an asshole sometimes.
I hoped that it would be Tori.
How would it feel, my mind whispered, when she slides her fingers into me. Will it feel different than a man’s touch? I wondered.
Scared out of my mind, on shaking legs, I stood up.
Water dripped off of me.
Tori took an involuntary breath in.
I smiled.
It made me -- happy -- that I was affecting her.
Who didn’t want their future lover to want to touch them?
The sponge began scrubbing again.
Over my ass.
Down my thighs.
Around my legs, it scratched and dragged its way over my skin.
Then, back up again, rotating over my ass.
It flowed down my thighs again, and I felt her hand quiver.
Tori was trembling.
And, so were my legs.
Water poured down my back, ass, and legs.
Again and again.
Tori knelt.
“Turn around,” she whispered.
Go time. Letting her wash my back was one thing.
Turning around would be another.
It was either time to run, or decide to stay, no matter what happened.
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bsp; I turned around.
Tori looked up at me, she was sitting with her legs underneath her, looking up at me. Her hair was pulled back, exposing both of her delicate E lven ears. She was biting her lower lip, clearly turned on, but also worried.
I watched her, as she began to wash my legs.
The sponge kept coming upwards, closer to my womanhood.
Finally, Tori raised herself up on her knees.
With a trembling hand, she began to rub the sponge through my feminine hair lightly.
Bravely, I spread my legs.
She almost fell over when I did that. Her hands stopped moving, and she just stared at my piercing.
“Oh,” was all she said.
Then, the sponge slid between my legs.
Her fingers, grazed my legs as she began moving it back and forth, ever so carefully… Cleaning me, I thought with a laugh that almost sneaked out of my mouth.
It felt nice.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, eliciting a squeak from my mighty Gray Walker , as I raised my leg higher, for further cleaning.
Tori dropped the sponge.
Then, nervously, she took the pitcher and washed me off, as I leaned back a little so that she could.
Looking up at me, she was at a loss for what to do.
She knew how I had been raised. That this was a sin.
I could see what she wanted burning in her eyes.
So, I took charge.
My left hand, resting on her shoulder, slipped behind her head. Then, I carefully, drew her face closer to me.
“I’m still dirty,” I whispered.
- 16 -
Tori didn’t fight my hand, as I pulled her face towards my womanhood.
I felt her hot breath on my lower lips, as the steam from the water rose up around me.
Then... her tongue touched me.
I groaned.
Her tongue felt soft, and not as rough as a man’s tongue.
The tip of it traced my lips, awakening a splash of fluid inside of me that was just aching to get out. I grew wet inside, but my lips held it back from her mouth.
I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the softness, as she moved her head deep under me, and then traced with her tongue all the way forward until she grazed my clitoris.
It felt like a gunshot went off in my mind.
It had been so long since anyone had licked me there.
My hips bucked involuntarily, pushing her face into my closed lips. They burst open, drenching my elf in wet juices.
Tori didn’t complain.
Instead, her hands rose up and grabbed my hips, as she licked the insides of my lips.
Up and down, back and forth, her tongue licked, and sucked.
And, it always came back to my clitoris.
She found it easily.
Her mouth sucked on it and her tongue twitched back and forth, as a tension gripped my insides. They became tight, as I became more excited.
One of her hands splashed in the water, as it slid down my thigh.
Then, it rose up and began caressing me.
I shivered again, as my shoulders shook. Breathing out hard, I ran my fingers through her locks harder.
“Holy shit,” I moaned out loud, as one of her fingers began to trace my clitoris.
Every millisecond of her touch was burned into my mind.
It scorched my soul further ... when she slid a finger up and into me.
I gripped both of her shoulders hard, as I shifted my hips forward again.
Her hands were so warm.
A second finger slid in next to the first.
“Oh…” I began, as she moved them in and out of me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, as I helped her with the rhythm.
Her thumb began shifting back and forth over my clit.
That did it.
Too much stimulation.
The freight train in my head roared, as I clenched all of my muscles tightly and moaned out my climax. It came over me suddenly, like a freak rainstorm in the desert. All of my muscles shook and convulsed, as I looked up at the heavens and screamed.
Tori’s hands held me up, or I probably would have collapsed into the water.
Slowly, she lowered me, until I was nothing but a writhing mass of flesh in her arms. Tori pulled me closer to her, as I laid my face on her shoulder and kept spasming.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned, when I could finally talk.
“Was that evil?” she whispered into my hair. “Are you damned now?”
I reached up and placed my hands on both sides of her face.
Then, I kissed her.
Tori’s lips were soft and fuller than a man’s lips were.
She didn’t have any scruff, and my elf had a woman’s softness. Tori had deep , fuck me eyes like Elvis, or his daughter Priscilla. There was a darkness around them, as I kissed her for the first time.
I wasn’t tender.
I had just climaxed and tender was the last thing that I wanted. I buried my tongue in her mouth, claiming all of it in a bid for ownership.
She moaned when her tongue grazed my tongue ring.
I kept kissing her, as I ran my hands over her body.
Tori had smaller breasts than mine. But, Good Lord were they soft. I had no idea that another woman’s breasts would feel like that.
Tori groaned as I ran my fingers over her breasts, just grazing the nipples.
Then, I slid my hands down her flanks, until I could touch her under the water.
She spasmed when I cupped her lower lips and slid a finger in.
I wasn’t as dainty and graceful, as she had been.
It was my first time.
I continued to kiss her fiercely, as I began moving my fingers in and out of her.
Elf or not, she was shaped like me down there.
And, she was very wet.
Fluid leaked out of her, as my fingers pounded her flesh.
I wasn’t in the mood for tender anymore. I hope that she was alright with that.
Tori broke my kiss, gasping for air, as I forced her back into the side of the tub.
My palm was pressing down hard on her clitoris, as I dragged my hand back and forth.
Her eyes grew excited... and then frantic, as I pressed into her firmly and added another finger.
“Oh,” she cried, arching her back and moaning loudly. “Oh… fuck!” she nearly screamed, as I put my arm muscles into it.
My last finger did it for her.
She bucked, moaned and came around my fingers, grabbing them tightly in her lover’s embrace.
- 17 -
I held onto Tori, as she continued to shake and quiver, pulling her close to me, as my mind shook with emotions.
I had just made love to another woman.
That fact rebounded back and forth through my thoughts.
And, worse yet, I had liked it.
I didn’t feel evil or demonic. Her touch hadn’t burned me with hellfire. And, I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to actively go out into the world and cause millions of conservative Christians to lose their souls because I had just made love to a woman.
Tori felt warm and alive against my skin. I could feel her heart pounding beneath her quivering flesh.
She leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“ Mmm ,” was all she could say, as her head found that niche between my shoulder blades and my head.
I squeezed her back.
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