Chapter 43

The lithe Elfen woman moved down into the depths beneath the sacred tree, the entrance giving way to the dark alcove located beneath. Sitting in the center of the room amongst the pillows and blankets littering the floor, a middle aged satyr sat staring up at the illusion of the night sky.

"I was wondering when you'd come... quiet now, not a word.. just have a seat, Saen."

Saen moved in silently and sat herself with the extreme grace of her fae race. Staring up at what should've been the ceiling, she just saw the star field above, seeming to go on forever.

"The worshipers of Lil follow an often misunderstood path. They reach an altered state of mind and bypass the barriers of reality to play with the fundamental aspects of creation. You said you wanted to explore the power of ... sexual enlightenment. You know all the spiritual and mental aspects of the matter, the power that they hold and the resonance they add to the mix. You just need help achieving and controlling the stimulation overload.. eventually you can achieve this by yourself, but for now I'll help."

With that the satyr picked up his staff and thumped it on the floor, the room went completely dark and the stars in the field above slowly began to dim and wink out around her. Slowly the darkness became complete and then suddenly the floor seems to drop away, leaving her floating in the void.

"Don't panic... you are where you need to be, nothing will happen to you while under my care. Just relax and let it be."

Soon the feeling of being weightless sank in, the stimulus depravation of no sight or sound began to heighten the others. Not even the sound of her breathing broke the void. Soon the feeling of her clothes began to become noticeable, the soft caress of the silk sliding over her skin leaving goose bumps in its wake. Soon the feeling trailed off, the clothing disappearing into the void, leaving her naked, the only tactile sensation from her own touch.

"Good.. now to step it up a bit."

A small thunder crack resonated and the vibrations echoed through her body before leaving her in the void again. The feeling of hands began to wash over her body, caressing her softly and massaging at points, just lazily brushing by at others. The sensation blazed in the depravation, every nerve tingled as it was touched.

The ghost hands disappeared, leaving the skin charged and slowly bleeding off the sensation it had just experienced. Shortly thereafter a single set of hands began to kneed her toes, strong and calloused, the rough hands worked methodically and slowly, taking care to work thoroughly as they slowly advanced up her foot to her leg. A kiss on her neck began a small trail of them along her skin, a second set of hands began working on her back, tracing softly and kneading gently the spots. The sensation slowly built as the ghost lovers inflicted the slow steady stimulation to her, the two unseen beings never allowing the feeling to linger longer than a few minutes at most. The feeling coursing through her body, even the most mundane touch just trailing over her flesh screaming through her like molten metal.

Much like the hands before them, the two lovers disappeared at the height of the stimulus explosion, leaving her sitting there, silently gasping for breath.

"Orgasms are the culmination of many stimuli... multiple ones can push you off the brink, or a single one being built up to through drawn out exposure can be just as powerful, if not more so. It's connection with so many levels of reality.. Your physical, your mental, your spiritual... they all bleed together at that one point, where it all builds and eventually breaks like a dam. "

Suddenly the heat and feeling of a man's embrace touched her, a probing mouth found her lips and kissed deeply. Embracing her close, he slowly began to worship her body, activating each sensation in her body in turn, kissing and caressing the sensitive spots, licking over the exposed flesh. His tongue moved down and found the folds of her pussy and licked at them, the slow tenuous movements driving her on. He pulled off after sucking on the now swollen clit, moving up and latching onto a nipple, fingers twisting the other, any sound she wished to emit unheard in the void. The unseen lover found her mouth again, tongue driving in as the heat of his member found the embrace of her cunt, filling her and beginning to thrust into her with a steady rhythm. The stimuli had achieved its desired effect, the orgasm built and then exploded, washing through her like a wave, the phantom lover disappeared and she was caught in the throws of her release.

"This is the point where all becomes one... Open your eyes and see the world as it truly is."

Through the intense euphoria Saen opened her eyes, the world appeared more vibrant than before. She looked at the walls and saw the small lines of energy threading through them, reached out and touched them, feeling them as if they were some sort of tapestry she could manipulate, the power under her fingers surging. Looking up at the ceiling she saw the intricate spider web of the illusion unfolded above, showing her how the spell was crafted and held together. Then she looked over at the satyr, the elemental staff in his hands blazing as the elements making it up swirl up and down the shaft. The satyr's obsidian eyes seeming to bleed power while the runic scrawl covering his body glows a soft golden color. Picking up a mirror, he held it before him and let her reflection, her own eyes blazing white light. Slowly reality moves back to normal and the room is mundane once more, and the image looking back in the mirror is Saen's normal reflection, the slight glimmer of the power hidden behind her eyes trying to surface once more.

"Once touched by the power, you will always be part of it... both a blessing and a curse. Will weaving is like a drug.... But that's a lesson for another time."
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The summer wind was soft and warm, blowing the young faun's hair around her shoulders, where it tickled her bare breasts. Nimue didn't mind the wind. It made her nipples hard, and she didn't have to worry about her furry legs getting cold anyway. She sauntered confidently through the woods that she had grown up in, nearing her favorite bathing pool. The water there was always warm, and the scent of the blooming lavenders was heady and intoxicating. She could feel the blush of anticipation in her cheeks as she drew closer, and caught the sweet scent wafting to her on the breeze. Then, her softly tufted ears picked up something as well...splashing? In her special pool?

Nimue stomped through the underbrush, drawing branches out of the way with her strong arms, ready to unleash fury at the intruder, when she saw the most beautiful vision she had ever seen. A lady, one of the lovely and noble Sidhe, was bathing in her pool, her long golden hair cloaking her like a wet silk gown almost down to her belly. The sparkle of the water on her fair, creamy skin was like rare diamonds, and her lazily half-open eyes gleamed as blue as the sky in the early morn. Every curve of her body was exquisite, her stomach and legs firm and smooth, her breasts perfection, a pair of perky globes that peeked out from under her golden mane like rare fruits. Nimue took the whole sight in at once, and gasped.

At the sound, the Sidhe lady turned, splashing water and nearly losing her footing in the pool. As she righted herself again, she looked up, her cheeks and the tips of her gracefully pointed ears blushing a bright red.

"You scared me! I didn't know anyone lived in this wood." the lady said in a voice as musical as crystal chimes, relief showing as her blush faded. She relaxed upon seeing that Nimue was not armed, or a rogue of some awful circumstance. She sat down, the warm waters enveloping her almost to he shoulders. Her hair floated around her like golden seaweed, drifting gently in the warm currents.

"These woods are home to my people, elfin one. Your kind would be more cozy in your palaces, wouldn't you? My father rules our kin here, and I could bring you before him as an interloper. Possibly as a spy for the Shadow Court?" Nimue asked teasingly, though she felt no Unseleighe taint around this woman.

"No, I'm not Unseleighe, I swear it!" the lady replied, horror plain on her delicate features, even if the accusation was in jest. "You must be able to feel it, can't you?"

"I can't feel you at all from there." Nimue replied slyly, her tongue slipping out over her full, red lips. "I'll have to get closer. Give me your name, elf."

"My friends call me Melissa." she said shyly as the faun approached her, hooves splashing in the waters. She reached for the elf, taking her creamy shoulders in her hands and drawing her close enough to sniff her neck and ears. Melissa felt an unbidden, but powerful, rush of heat go through her at this girl's forward attitude.

"You don't smell like an Unseleighe. I wonder if you taste like one?" Nimue asked, her tongue slipping out to flick the end of the elf's nose. Melissa stumbled backward, sitting down hard on a flat rock in the pool, her legs wide.

"My, you really aren't the shy type, are you?" Melissa asked, giggling at her own graceless pose before this wild, natural young lady. The primal heat in her gaze sparked something in Melissa, and she didn't even think to wonder if it was a Glamour the faun was working, or genuine attraction. "And what do they call you, then?" she asked, batting her thick lashes coyly.

"I'm called Nimue, Melissa. I'm very happy to meet you." she replied, stepping closer and leaning down to bring her face closer to Melissa's. Their noses brushed, and then their lips connected in an impassioned kiss. Melissa had only been with another lady once before, but Nimue's kiss made her old lover seem bumbling and clumsy by comparison.

Melissa wrapped her arms around Nimue quickly, feeling the soft crush of their breasts together, and moaned softly into the faun's mouth. Nimue reached around to squeeze Melissa's soft ass, and draw her up off the rock where she sat. They embraced standing, the water warm around their waists, hands wandering over each other's ripe bodies. As Nimue's hand touched the golden down on her mound, Melissa gasped loudly, pleasure shooting through her like hot red lightning. She moaned at the touch of wet, slick fingers on her nether lips and clit as Nimue laid her back against the smoothly sloping bank of the pool, kneeling above her with a lusty smile on her face.

Melissa craned her neck, straining her tongue to reach Nimue's gently swaying breasts. They tasted like salt and musk, and Melissa found the taste very erotic. She latched onto one swelling nipple, suckling like a baby, and Nimue cooed softly, her fingers probing Melissa's wet pussy deeper, more fervently. As her fingers slipped into Melissa's hot tunnel as deeply as they could go, Melissa clutched at Nimue's shoulders, as though she was drowning in passion. One of her hands grabbed Nimue's hip, then squeezed her ass hard, drawing a gasp from the sexy, sensual creature kneeling above her. Her hand guided Nimue to move up further, so that she was straddling Melissa's shoulders now, her bushy vulva teasingly close to the elf's delicate face. The only thing that Melissa regretted was that the move forced Nimue's fingers to slide out of her pulsing cavern. Nimue dropped her hips close enough for Melissa's tongue to barely reach, and then pulled her hips up again, a teasing smile on her face.

Melissa, in response, made a mock frown and grabbed Nimue's hips, forcing her pussy down onto her hungry mouth, so that she could feast on her wet womanhood. Nimue threw her head back, cherishing the oral lashing she was getting from an energetic tongue against her swelling clit. Her moans echoed heatedly through the trees, and her hands twisted in Melissa's hair, tightening into fists as she approached her climax.

Melissa lapped and sucked at Nimue's lush, thick labia and swollen clit, as two of her fingers slid deeply into the faun's sopping tunnel of lust. She pumped them in and out, faster, feeling the tension tightening her feral lover's muscles. Then it exploded, washing over Nimue in a glamourous wave as she arched her back, clutching her own breasts in her hands, screaming and howling her ecstasy to the sapphire sky.

When they had recovered their strength, lying side by side on the bank of the pool, Nimue gently rolled over on top of Melissa and kissed her cheek softly.

"I'm sorry for being such a brat, Melissa lover. I misjudged you at first. I was ready to be so mad at you for being here. But now, I'm glad I found you." she said, smiling sweetly. "Just promise to come back often?"

"I promise." Melissa said, smiling back at the faun and licking the tip of her nose quickly. Their giggles were carried along on a warm, soft wind, and all was peaceful in the Satyr's Wood.