The following three days were a vague blur for Kira. She slept long and often, although she rarely felt any fatigue. The sheer strangeness of her circumstances seemed to wear her out. When she wasn't asleep, her primary occupation was watching the landscape.
The low, rolling plains of her village gave way to large hills and trees. A chance glimpse of a crossroad sign on the third day told Kira that they had already passed the most distant human town she'd ever heard of. The town was nearly a week from her village by horse... or at least, by human horse. Kira had known that the white elfsteeds were magnificent animals, but no horse she knew could travel so quickly or with so little rest. If she'd come this far in just three days, how much farther to the elven capital? The sheer distance was frightening – or at least, a bit worrisome. The world was still wrapped in a dreamy fog that seemed to dampen Kira's fear.
That fog, Kira felt increasingly sure, was Lady Melia's doing. A side effect of her magic – or maybe a deliberate choice, for all Kira knew. It wasn't unpleasant or disorienting; it simply made everything a little unreal, a little distant. At times, Kira felt as though someone else had taken control of her actions, and she was just observing behind her eyes.
Mostly, of course, she was observing the countryside. There was little to do in the carriage. Lady Melia occupied much of her time with some sort of weird elven exercise. Early on the first day, she had taken a pale green crystal from a box beneath the bench seat. She'd calmly ordered Kira not to talk unless something urgent came up, and then closed her eyes as if to sleep. For most of their days, Lady Melia sat silent and apparently unaware, but the stone glowed faintly in her hands.
The rest of the time, Kira continued her training. That was much more pleasant, on the whole, and a great deal of her landscape viewing time was spent in blissful remembrance of Lady Melia's touch. Kira pleasured the Lady several times each day, with hands and mouth and worshipful eyes. She remembered the lovely sight of that redheaded servant's green eyes gazing up at her from her own mound, the excitement in the woman's willing submission, and tried to reflect the same feelings herself.
Lady Melia returned Kira's attentions, though with a very different attitude. Kira was always required to pleasure the fire-haired noblewoman from submissive postures, mostly on her knees in the aisle between seats. For her part, Lady Melia insisted on contorting Kira's body to her own convenience. Once, she ordered Kira to bend over in front of her. Melia stayed sitting, while Kira stood in the aisle, splayed her legs open, and bent at the waist until her hands were on the floor. Only then did Melia lean forward and set her tongue to work in Kira's pussy. When Kira tried to adjust her posture, the Lady sharply ordered her to stay where she was.
Maintaining that posture was hard, but the worst was Kira's unbearable horniness. True to her word, Lady Melia did not allow Kira to cum again on that first day; nor the second, nor the third. Each day, repeatedly, she worked Kira to a fever pitch of arousal and then denied her.
The lessons involved more than just pleasure. Lady Melia taught Kira the anatomy of sex between women – terminology, technique, and even philosophy. "Any exposed skin is an erogenous zone," Melia said firmly, and went on to reduce Kira to a trembling pre-orgasmic wreck without ever touching her breasts or pussy. There were no taboos; Kira learned about anal sex on her first day, first from observing the soldiers' orgy, then from Lady Melia's soft tongue and gentle fingers.
Only one act was forbidden: penetrating Kira's own vagina. Lady Melia was firm about this. "Your virginity is part of the gift," she said sternly. "We elves have no care for it among our own kind, but we do not have a maidenhead. The virginity of a female human is a sexual delicacy. The unique pain of deflowerment is a rite of passage for you, Kira, and taking you through that rite will be Their Majesties' prerogative."
"You won't take me yourself?" Kira asked plaintively. She felt she could trust the Lady's compassion, but having her maidenhood passed off to some stranger seemed fearful, even if it was a King.
Melia shook her head. "I am favored at court, little Kira, but not so greatly as that." She smiled, though.
During this time, Kira only left the coach to bathe and relieve herself. At each evening break, the servants set up a small metal tub near the carriage door and filled it with warm water. Lady Melia insisted on cleanliness, and Kira was just as happy to comply as ever. The Lady also gave her a packet of small cloths made from a strange fragile fabric; she discarded these in the latrine. The first morning's humiliating public exposure was repeated each time. No matter when Lady Melia stopped the column for her, Kira was forced to piss and defecate in front of a crowd of laughing soldiers.
