They rose before the sun had awoken in the East, before the soft tendrils of light had snaked over the borders of darkness upon the sky. Shadowed was the sky, wreathed in a curtain of black that drew about the landscape above.
They had gathered at the entrance of the great hall that contained their lodgings, where they were met by the one who had guided them to the Temple within the Isle, Neris. She stood, her body unclad as was theirs, for clothes were forbidden within the boundaries of the temple walls. Instructions to follow her lead were given, and they nodded their assent.
Morgraine and Jeyne walked side by side in the front, for Morgraine was a leader of sorts amongst the young acolytes, and Jeyne was her pillow friend. Caihyfar and her pillow friend Éadaoin, a pale skinned girl with long flowing dark hair that curled almost to her knees followed behind them, holding hands with their fingers intertwined. Behind the two were Viviane and Tanith, Deorgreine with hair as white as snow though she was a mere sixteen years alive, and her friend Ceithlenn , who was the youngest at thirteen years. Móen who was the oldest of them at nineteen, and beside her was Óebfinn, who knew best that which they had already been taught. Ten there were, for the other four were away on other business.
Side by side in files of two, they walked slowly along the line of a long stream that flowed out of the great lake before the gates, for into the forest and through it they were to travel. Behind them, the light grew in the East. As they walked, they talked little, for Neris had warned them that silence was to be maintained. Few whispers were exchanged between the young women, regarding the purpose of this walk, and the destination at the end of their journey. And there were small complaints, for the air was chill and they were naked.
Even as they spoke, or whispered amongst themselves, the dark edge of the forest loomed up before them. Night seemed to have taken refuge under its great trees, creeping away from the coming dawn.
Neris led the way under the huge branches of the trees. Old beyond guessing, they seemed. Great trailing beards of lichen hung from them, blowing and swaying in the breeze. Out of the shadows the young acolytes peeped, gazing back down the slope, still wondering as to the purpose of this journey so early in the day.
Neris led them onwards with much speed as the dark and tangled forest allowed, following the line of the running stream, westward and up towards the slopes of the mountains that rose upon the Isle. Deeper and deeper into the forest they seemed to go. A queer stifling feeling came over them as they walked higher and higher, as if the air were too thin or too scanty for breathing.
At last Morgraine halted. “We cannot go on like this,” she called out to Neris. “We must have some rest.”
“Then rest!” Neris replied. “Have a drink, for walking is thirsty work.” She gestured, glancing at Jeyne, who blushed, for the memory of Neris’ victory over the Cyan of the Gate was still on her mind. She clambered on to a great tree-root that wound down into the stream, and stooping drew up some water in her cupped hands. It was clear and cold, and she took many draughts. The other girls followed her.
The water refreshed them and seemed to cheer their hearts; for a while they sat together, ten in all, (for Neris was standing some distance away), on the brink of the stream, dabbling their sore feet and legs, and peering round the trees that stood silently about them, rank upon rank, until they faded away into grey twilight into every direction.
“Where do you suppose we are going?” Caihyfar said quietly, casting a nervous eye at Neris, whose head was inclined back as she studied the roof of leaves above them.
“I no not, but I can guess,” Deorgreine replied.
“Then guess, and shed some light upon this mystery that puzzles us all,” Morgraine bade her. Jeyne sat beside her lover, silent and watching and listening.
“I have spoken to the older ones, the acolytes who will soon be called to the Final Testing,” said Deorgreine. “They spoke of the Tower of Lilith, that lies in some distance away from the Temple itself.”
“And what is there within this Tower, that we should journey thus far?” asked Óebfinn, whose voice was as sweet as the fluting of a songbird newly freed from captivity.
“It is within this tower,” Deorgreine said, her voice dropping to a whisper that was almost silent, “That we are to learn the art of sexfighting at last.”
There were gasps and looks of surprise from the other girls, and Jeyne found herself to be wet between her legs. Sexfighting! Oh, how she had dreamt of it. The thought of conquering another woman, the thought of testing her sexuality and her prowess in the arts of lovemaking against another. She shivered, and clenched her fist, letting her fingers dig into her palm, for her hand had twitched a little, intending, subconsciously perhaps, to run a finger over her pussy.
But not against Morgraine, she told herself sternly. Not against her friend and lover.
Further discussion about this was brought to a halt when Neris returned to them. “Come,” she said, “For our journey is not so far more. We shall soon come to the place which we seek. But…” and here she hesitated. “There is something that I must do.”
Jeyne looked up and beheld her face, and it was one of someone struggling with a decision within.
“Make a circle around me,” Neris bid. “Then sit and watch! But be silent!”
Hastily, they followed her instructions, sitting in a ring while she stood in the middle. And then she too sat, but with her legs extended before her. “Behold,” she said…and spread her legs out wide.
She reached up and ran her long fingers across each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples. Then she pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out with her tongue. She was just able to caress her own nipple. She then repeated the action with her other breast. Fingers no longer her own traversed the valley between her breasts, bringing with them the memory of the first time she'd let another woman touch her there.
“What are you doing?” Morgraine asked, her voice soft as in a whisper, yet Jeyne could not help but notice the flicker of lust that had flitted over her face.
“Silence, I bid you,” Neris answered, and her face was red, her cheeks suffused with a pink tint. Her eyes seemed to blaze with anger and humiliation, but her tone was that of one resigned to her fate.
She ran her tongue across her lips, savoring the memory of first kisses and the thousands that had followed over the years. Strong hands continued to play with her breasts, squeezing and stroking the warm flesh. Her skin had always been so sensitive, even more so when she was aroused. She remembered what a delightful discovery that had been when she was a young girl newly flowered on her first journey of exploration on her body.
Before their eyes, Neris slid her hand lower down her body, traveling over her skin and firm flesh. The first warm touch of flesh against her pubic mound was enough to break down her barriers. With a practiced hand she touched herself, upon the earth in full view of the ten young women. Extending her middle finger, she ran it up and down the length of her femininity, parting the light golden hairs that surrounded it. "Oh yes…!" she murmured.
Parting the folds of her pussy, Neris slid her finger inside herself and enjoyed the feeling as her tightness closed around it. Gently she slid it in and out, simulating the motion of a tiny male sexual organ. Her outstretched thumb played with her clitoris, increasing the waves of passion that radiated from within her. Her free hand had returned to her breasts, continuing to play with the softness of each globe and the hardness of her nipples. A second finger joined the first and the tempo of her penetrations increased as well. It wasn't long before a third finger found it way within her as well.
To their eyes, it was truly a sight to behold. A triangle of golden pubic hair pointed downward and at its apex began a perfectly linear slit descending through the tannish-pink soft flesh between her legs, guarded on each side symmetrically by soft, slightly bulging labia.
The labia were clearly engorged and were glistening from Neris’ wetness. The smaller lips, hood, and orifice beneath were still obscured within the central cleft. Neris’ head extended back and her eyes remained closed. Her right hand descended quickly, failing to explore her inner thighs or pubis, instead invading hungrily between the upper portion of her labia into the deeper pussy beneath. Her middle finger pressed one lip to the side, widening her slit and unveiling a reddish, dripping hood of flesh capping the deeper orifice, flanked on each side by engorged, moistened lips. Her index finger pressed the flesh just beneath the hood, retracting it slightly to uncover her erect clitoris.
She now moaned heavily, arching her back, contracting muscles of her torso and legs. Her left hand now descended and her fingers pulled impatiently at the left border of her, slit, grasping repeatedly at the moist, yielding pink flesh. Her right middle finger splayed wider the flesh of her pussy, opening herself fully for access to the clitoris and orifice beneath. Her right index finger massaged in a circular fashion her clitoris, first slowly, and then more rapidly. The small lips surrounding her vaginal opening were pulled rhythmically as the clitoris was pressed and encircled. Neris moaned and heaved. Her right index finger occasionally stopped circling to rub the shaft of the clitoris. She now used her fingers from her left hand to hold her lips wide and then penetrated herself with her left index and middle finger.
Continuing to manipulate her clitoris, she invaded and fingered her pussy in steady rhythm, fingering deep and then withdrawing in rapid repetition. She was now arching so extensively that her buttocks left the chair of soil and earth completely. She cried loudly now. Completely abandoned to her self-invasion, she could not hear or see the other young women, who, now softly massaging the flesh of their own pussies, were hypnotized by the sight of their guide masturbating before them.
Neris’ body heat soared as her wetness fueled a raging fire. Beads of sweat began to cover her body as she began to buck back and forth, keeping pace with the motions of her hands.