Tri'lanna and Ceinwyn make love

Gentle as the winds. The third of her master's phrases.

That was how Tri'lanna's fingers felt. Like a soft breeze that caressed her skin, sliding underneath the folds of her fabric and deftly unlacing the knots she tied. Her hands slipped inside and touched her skin and cupped her breasts. It was a different kind of magic, but it was still a little frightening for Ceinwyn. The only other person who touched her like this was Hans, and he was so far away. She didn't even know if he was still alive and the only one should could lean on now was Tri'lanna, who touched her with a kind of sensuality she was unused to. Especially from another woman.

The feeling was strange and yet warm. Her elven friend was so gentle and her touch was so light. There was a tingling that rose up through her neck and a heavy warmth spread outwards from the center of her body, making her breath come in gasps. Suddenly, Ceinwyn had a profound feeling of falling away, of losing all control of her body. Her thoughts seemed to melt away into the blackness and she couldn't even speak anymore. It was so disturbing it made Ceinwyn cry aloud and back away from Tri'lanna, pulling her knees up to her chest and shielding her face with her hands defensively. And then she began to cry.

"I, I, I'm sorry....I didn't want it to be like this. Sorry, I, I wanted to...wanted it to be..." She found herself stammering between her sobs.

"I know." Tri'lanna murmured softly, nuzzling up to the side of her face. "You wanted your first time to be with Hans."

Ceinwyn shivered uncontrollably and clung to Tri'lanna harder. It was all too much, the fear from the civil war, losing Hans, the isolation, all the pressure from the siege, and now this: sacrificing her virginity just to start a magical ritual. Was that all she was worth? All those feelings collided together and left her a bawling wreck. It was true, she realized. She wanted Hans to be the one. To have his big arms to envelop her and shield her. To have him lay her on the grass and make love to her. Was that too much to ask?

"You have to love them," Tri'lanna spoke again when Ceinwyn didn't respond, "but sometimes men can be so crude. Their hands roughly pawing at your body and their tongues slobbering all over you. They're practically like dogs....big, cuddly dogs though." She put her hands on the girl's waist and pulled her close, their bodies touching. "Trust me, Winnie. I'll take care you, I promise. I'll take care of you." She said again.

Ceinwyn felt her tremors subside. Tri'lanna voice was soothing and she found that she really did trust her with all of her heart. Thinking upon how things have come to pass, she accepted that there are much worse things that could happen than giving up your maidenhead to someone you love, even if it wasn't the one you wanted to give it to.

"Okay." She whispered

Smiling, Tri'lanna kissed Ceinwyn on the lips. Her lips were so soft and moist, the druidess thought, and she involuntarily moaned. She reached forward and began touching the elfmaid back, feeling her perfect skin. Their hands roamed each other's body passionately relentlessly, panting in ecstasy. When Tri'lanna's hands touched the mound between her legs, Ceinwyn yelped out again, unable to help herself. No one had touched her there since Hans, and that was weeks ago. She bucked and squirmed from her touch, gasping as Tri'lanna stirred her honeypot.

Slowly withdrawing her hand, Tri'lanna inspected her fingers, "I think your body should be able to handle it now. Are you ready?" She looked down at Ceinwyn and asked.

Too embarrassed to look up at Tri'lanna, Ceinwyn squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, waiting for the inevitable. She heard Tri'lanna whisper a sharp word, an incantation that made the air surrounding them hum and vibrate.

Then she felt the sextoy as it entered her, forcing the lips of her labia aside. It swelled up inside of her, growing and growing, threatening to tear her in half. There was a sharp pain, Ceinwyn gave a little whimper and clung harder to Tri'lanna. The strap-on was big, immense really, and the druid wondered how her body could possibly accept such a monstrosity. Her thoughts then drifted to Hans. Would his cock feel like this?

All the while, Tri'lanna just watched her carefully, judging Ceinwyn's pain by the expression on her face. She didn't move at all, keeping her waist still, and let the young woman get used to the sensation of the strap-on inside of her.

When Ceinwyn finally caught her breath, she looked to the elfmaid and indicated that she was ready to continue. Tri'lanna acknowledged her response and very gradually began to pull back. The druidess trembled and felt her inner walls seize onto the toy tightly, not wanting to release it. She closed her eyes and tried to bear it as best she could. In the intervening minutes, Tri'lanna slowly increased the pace of her thrusts, sliding in and out of her, and Ceinwyn became wetter and wetter, becoming accustomed to the toy inside of her. She began to build a tempo and the sound of their flesh slapping against each other began to echo in the room. Her fingers entwined with Tri'lanna's and she held her hands tightly in hers. Before she knew it, Ceinwyn started to slip into the mood and moaned softly each time the elfmaid penetrated her.

Distantly, Ceinwyn heard Tri'lanna chanting and took a moment to look around her. The circle the two of them lay in began to glow, the gold and silver rings flaring up into a rainbow of colors. The lights brightened and dimmed and then rose up again with varying intensity that seemed to pulse in time with their own lovemaking. A deep thrumming sound came from the circle, like the crashing waves of the tide, only faster. The Akashic ritual was in full swing and there was no going back now.

She felt Tri'lanna's breasts rub up against hers and each stroke made their nipples brush each other. Tri'lanna was panting now, the elfmaid's grunts of exertion were adding to her own moans and after the initial pain, she felt the awakening of pleasure. Like a huge, hungry beast of desire, it brought her back to that time with Hans at the river, reminded her of the climax she had there. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted this moment like it was her last breath and with every thrust Tri'lanna made, her desire and pleasure only grew. Soon, it was all she could do just to keep her head above the flood. And then she resisted it no more, surrendering to a euphoric storm.

The last thing Ceinwyn remembered was all the pleasure that was building up, suddenly and unexpectedly, exploding within her. She screamed out at the top of her lungs and felt her whole body go rigid. Behind her eyes, beyond what she could feel or touch, she felt a powerful tugging at her very soul. Like a whirlpool sucking her down into its depths, her spirit was torn away from her corporeal body, but instead of being pulled down it was sent somewhere outside. And then Ceinwyn's mind vanished into a swirling white mist, propelled to places unknown.