Her breaths came in shorter gasps as more and more of her reality was caught up in a whirlpool of desire. Between breaths came moans of ecstasy which rose in volume with each passing minute. She could feel the walls of her womanhood contract around her fingers, a sensation that only spurred her onward.
Her fingers splayed herself desperately apart and her fingers penetrated deeply into her dripping pussy. Her breath was light and rapid. Circling, penetrating, arching, moaning, faster and deeper, Neris screamed and climaxed.
Her pussy seemed to quiver before their eyes, before a jet of her juices squirted out, fountaining from her pussy upon the earth below. Her body seemed to tense, every muscle within her stretching and contracting at the moment of her pleasure. Her face contorted, but it was not with pain. Rather it was the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm achieved.
They watched in silence, a little awed by the sudden display that had been sprung upon them. Neris’ chest rose and fell as she took deep breathes to calm herself, the wave of pleasure slowly washing from her body just as the tide, after crashing upon the sand, returns to the sea. She blinked, her eyes looking around to meet the gaze of every young woman who had just watched her bring herself to an orgasm. There was shame and humiliation on her face, and a blazing anger that dared any of them to speak.
“I…” she said, and hesitated. She bit her lower lip. Her face, already red from the orgasm, seemed to flush even redder. Her body trembled as an after orgasmic shock passed through her. She shivered, and pushed herself into a sitting position, her palms on the ground, her hands pressed down at her sides.
“I am a slut,” she announced to them, breaking the silence. “I have been defeated by Cyan and was ordered to orgasm before you just as she did before. Thus I have done what she has claimed from me.” She trembled, but they could see that it was from anger and shame and not another orgasmic aftershock that she did. “My pussy was devoured by hers. My clit bent back by her superior one. My cunt is hers to command for a week and a day yet.”
She stood, and blushed even harder; her face was a sunset red, and deeply did she desire to flee from her shame. But no…she was of the Isle, and defeated as she was, she would take her revenge. Soon.
“Cyan defeated you?” Caihyfar asked.
“She did,” came the curt reply. “But I have done what she has bid me to do, and I will say no more of it.” Her eyes narrowed, and she stared at them, for the memory of her most recent humiliation was still very fresh in her mind. Her gaze turned to Jeyne, who stood the closest to her now.
“I am glad that you did not lose yourself in watching me this time,” she said to Jeyne, who lowered her gaze. It was poor sport tormenting the young woman, but her frustration needed to be channeled out for the moment.
Jeyne felt a spark of shame within her, but she was comforted when she turned her glance to Morgraine. Her lover had come close to her, her arm wrapping itself around her lower body. “Take comfort, dear heart,” the raven haired beauty whispered.
They continued their journey, but their pace was quickened. The mere mention of a sexfight was enough to set the blood of each of the young women aflame, and the desire to go to the place where they were to learn that art was greater than ever. For there was no doubt in their mind that Deorgreine was right. They were to learn how to sexfight at long last.
The journey continued onwards, and time seemed to pass slowly and the path even slower to them. But suddenly before them the young women saw a wide opening. Two great trees stood there; one on either side, like living gateposts; but there was no gate save their crossing and interwoven boughs. At their approach, the trees seemed to lift up their branches, and all their leaves quivered and rustled. They were evergreen trees, and their leaves were dark and polished, and gleamed under the sunlight.
Beyond them was a wide level space, as though the floor of a great hall had been cut in the side of the hill. On either hand the walls sloped upwards, until they were fifty feet high or more, and along each wall stood an aisle of trees that also increased in height as they marched inwards.
At the far end the rock wall was sheer, but at the bottom it had been hollowed back into a shallow bay with an arched roof; the only roof of the hall, save the branches of the trees, which at the inner end overshadowed all the ground leaving only a broad open path in the middle. A little stream escaped from the springs above, and leaving the main water, fell tinkling down the sheer face of the wall, pouring in silver drops, like a fine curtain in front of the arched bay. Beyond their sight, the water was gathered again into a stone basin in the floor between the trees, and thence it spilled and flowed away beside the open path, out to rejoin the lake and the river without.
They went on through the middle path, and it seemed as dark and shadowy as night within. Neris led the way, holding herself aloof as if to shield herself or discourage their scorn, for she still remembered her boast said before them, a boast that fell to ruin now that she had been defeated by Cyan. In her heart, she resolved to go through the next eight days with as much dignity as she could muster, and then she would show Cyan just how much of a woman she was compared to the guardswoman.
Onwards they walked, neither seeing, the only sense of touch coming from their feet upon the soft and grassy ground. They marveled at the wonders of the Isle, and the beauty it contained. And lo! They came to a clearing, and finally, they saw their destination…the Tower of Iltiril.
The Tower of Iltiril , stranding high within the centre of the clearing, shone out against the sky, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, tall and fair and shapely, and its pinnacle glittered as if it were wrought of crystals; and white banners broke and fluttered from the distant battlements in the morning breeze, and high and far they heard a ringing as of silver trumpets to announce their coming. But Neris gave them little time to stare in amazement, for with a quick “come” she led them towards the tower.
They came now to the foot of the Tower of Iltiril, and to their surprise the tower which they had thought of as white as pearl and silver was now black, and the rock upon which it stood gleamed as if wet. The many faces of the stone had sharp edges as though they had been newly chiseled. A few scorings, and small flake like splinters near the base, were all the marks that it bore of the fury of time’s passing.
“Behold Iltiril, the Tower of Learning, where you shall, as you have already guessed, learn the art of sexfighting,” said Neris. “Here I leave you, but there is one more thing that Cyan bid me do.”
She stood before them, her naked body gleaming against the dark black of the tower. Standing tall and straight, she looked at them, her eyes blazing with pride and shame intermingled.