Well, lets see how well she milks

As they approached the cowshed, Lunnara made her decision about the girl, as she looked at her jumpy butt from behind. Instead of just something to break she saw her as a white canvas of untamed potencial, a crude idol ready to be moulded as she saw fit. So young and naive, so ready to listen to her and believe what she says. That 'mama' of hers must treat her really badly. She was utterly happy with just a little attention and someone to listen to her.

Once they were inside, the girl was eager to show her all her bovine friends. "This one is called Mia, that girl over there is Pia and this one is Arabella, she is my favorite. They are making a lot of noise because they want their milk out." Myrce then got on her knees with her bucket an started to work on the udders of the last one, with a happy smile. The cow mooed then, and the girl laughted. "Sooo, sooo, little girl. Myrce is here to use her hands on you."

"You seem to be quite skilled with it."

"Aye, it's what I do best. Even mama can't deny me that. Do you have cows in the church?"

"We sure will find a duty for those hands of yours... but tell me, Myrce, has your mother already explained to you what means to be a woman?"

The girl made a somber expression when she heard that. "Mama says that a woman's duty is to marry and have children. Is that what you say?"

"No, I didn't mean that. Although that sure may be true for lesser women."

This time, the girl lowered her head in shame. "Mama says I'm one of those."

"Does she?"

"Yes, she says that I'm too ugly and stupid to find a husband, that's why she wants to sell me to the church. She doesn't trust me to go hunting with her so she leaves me to the cows... I'm good with the cows, the cows love me."

"I'm sure your mama loves you too."

"No, she doesn't. She is mean and I hate her, I..." She had spoken harshly and stopped suddenly once she realised that someone was listening. "I'm sorry, lady Pendragon. I shouldn't speak like that."

Lunnara put a hand over the teenager's shoulder, gently. "It's ok my dear. Our feelings are an expression of god's love and you shouldn't be ashamed of them, not even the wicked ones, for they are part of our lord's blessing."

"Thanks" She said smiling.

"I want to take you with me, dear girl. I confess of this. I want to take you far away from your mama so that you would know your true self. Does that sound right to you?"

"It... it does... I know it shouldn't but it does."

"It's alright, but first I must know if you are up to the task. I asked if you know what means to be a woman, have you ever felt a tingling between your legs at night?" As she spoke she used a spell to enhance the girl's libido.

"I... I have."

"Have you ever tried to calm it... with your hands?"

"Mama says I shouldn't, that it is evil."

"But you have done it, don't you?"

"Yes... yes I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be sorry about it. A woman's pleasure is a woman's blessing. You must know how to do it right and you must know how to bless your sisters in equal measure. And I think you have just the hands for it. These tender, sweet hands of yours, these hands were made to relieve others of grief, to bring happiness to the world."

Her face was shinning as her cheeks reddened "Do you think so?"

"I think you are about to prove it." Said de disguised sorceress, as she lifted her skirt.