Chapter 6: The teachings
The next morning at breakfast, they talked about his first experience at a ritual. He admitted he was shy to touch her body in such private places, but loved the experience.
In the afternoon, after dinner, she brought him to the power circle again, where she previously had wood positioned. She shows him the powers of the control of elements. After she points the wood with her hands, it suddenly catches fire. Surprised, Lancelot took a step back, obviously he did not seem to expect this to happen.
Then, raising her arms in the air over her, clouds started to move and rain fell over them, followed by strong wind. She took a grain from her pocket, to her palm, let a drop of rain fall on it, then miraculously, a flower appeared from sprout and growing rapidly.
Morgane looks at Lancelot and suggests him to try to make fire. "Visualize fire going through the center of your body to your fingers then to make it touch the wood. Restlessly, after an hour of trying, it did not catch fire, but there was definitely smoke coming from the wood, which was a great process for a very first time. She congratulates him and tells him he has the rest of the day to enjoy himself.
Tired from the exercise, he decides to take a small nap. While he is sound asleep, Morgane sneaks at the entrance of his bedroom room and looks at him sleeping. He seems to sleep in the nude, the sheet is lowered to his hip bones There is something special about him she thinks, not only he tries so hard to learn, but his aura attracts her, so does his handsome attractive body.
Morgane enters in her bedroom, removes her dress that she lays beside then lays on her sheets. She closes her legs around a hand, caressing herself she closes her eyes, picturing him in front of her as in her daydream.
Pleasuring herself lost in her fantasies and memories, she forgets to stay silent, she is so used to be all alone on the island. Morgane moans as she inserts a finger inside then 2 while her palm rubs on her pearl. She pinches her nipple, spreading her legs then closing them tight, as she quickly comes to orgasm, she opens her eyes and discovers this young men is watching through the slight opening of her door. She locks gaze with him and cums again.
Blushing, she offers him to take a swim in the lake with her. Undressed, they jump into the fresh cold water and have fun swimming around. After a while, she swims to him and asks "Did you enjoy what you saw?", he responds "I'm sorry, i shouldn't have trespassed the privacy of your bedroom, i heard sounds and wondered if you were ok.". Morgane looks at him and retorts with a grin "that is not what i asked, did you enjoyed what you saw Lancelot?"
The sound of his name has an effect on him, blushes and nods saying "I did Miss Morgane, was very beautiful to see and indeed enjoyable."
Morgane comes as close as she could to him, her erected nipples against his chest, posed her hand on the side of his face, and very slowly she pressed her lips against him. It only took seconds for him to answer her kiss, their lips brushing against each other. Her tongue parts his lips, reaching his tongue, to tangle as the most sensual dance.
Close to the border of the lake, they kneel with their lips still locked together. Lancelot's hands caresses her back and her breasts. They share the power of passion, not making love, no they don't, but their body entwined is just as if, very sensual, soft. She can feel his erection against her pelvic bone, but doesn't move. It is too early to have such an act yet.
They teach and learn the curves of their bodies, kissing the lines and curves staying away from the inner legs. When they lay tangles together at the border of the lake, Morgane tells him that the passion of eroticism and sex is the strongest feeling coming from fire, to use that power next time he tries to make fire appear.
Chapter 7: Temptations
Time flies as Morgane teaches everything she know to Lancelot. 3 Months after his arrival, he now masters to control of Fire and Air, then also learned pretty much everything about herbalism and oils.
They talk every nights about everything, laying side by side, gazing in the sky, looking for the stars constellations. Every full moon and sabbats, he helps her prepare the altar and now feels comfortable to call the elements in sabbats but leaves the esbats to her. Even tho he does not tremble anymore when time comes to put oil on her, he still look deeply in her eyes.
Tonight, he celebrates his 4th esbat with Morgane, who did not forget it is valentine's day in the world that is separated by the island. Morgane prepared a bowl of fruit to eat at the ritual along with melted chocolate to be kept warm on fire.
While Lancelot is setting the altar, Morgane goes in the meadow and picks up a rose, that she keeps in water on a table until the ritual. Used to the preparation for rituals, Lancelot undresses beside her who looks at his glowing skin under the candle lights, tonight she offers to get in the bath with him. At first he doesn't know what to say, beside swimming naked in the lake together dancing in water and fooling, they are never nude that close to each other.
Lancelot nods, unties her hair and helps her remove her clothes. When his hands brushes her bare skin, she shivers under his touch. He enters the bath first, spreads his legs to the sides and Morgane enters at her turn, laying in the bath with her back against his chest.
They relax, breathe, he wraps his arms around her. She takes the sea sponge and make the herbal scented water slide on her breast and belly. After a couple minute, when they feel comfortable that close, Lancelot takes the opportunity to grab the sponge from her hand, and showers her body, caressing her skin at the same time.
Starting from her breasts, he cups a breast in a hand, and slowly showers it while he caresses and play with her nipple. When he sees she doesn't react negatively to his touch, he continues with the other breast.
Lower and lower, he washes her thighs up, down and around. Morgane brings her arms behind his neck, cupping and spreads her thighs as wide as she can in this bath not usually made for 2 adults. Lancelot takes a breath and brings the sponge to her private parts. At first he does not move, then slowly goes up and down.
Morgane can feel his manhood growing in her back, getting harder. She wants him, she could turn around and get over him, but she cannot do this, not now, there will come a time she will have to make love to him and want it to be the first time.
But she still wants him so badly, as far as she can go without breaking her promise she did to herself. She lowers a hand to grab the sponge back, squeeze it and trows it out of the bath. Lancelot seems to think he went unfortunately too far, that he misread the signs, but no, Morgane took his hand in hers, rubs it from her breast, down to her belly and finally down between her lips. Pressing against herself she make him understand what she wants, and so will he do it.
Cupping his fingers together, he caresses and pleasure her, rubbing her pearl, then inserting fingers inside her while the palm of his hand keeps rubbing in small circular moves. As she comes very close to her orgasm, she joins her hand to his, taking his place at her pearl, they both masturbate her. Morgane moans, bringing her legs out of the bath, to the sides, he fingers her faster, harder and faster again. Morgane ferociously rubs her pearl that grew to be sensible, together they make her have her orgasm, explosive, moaning louder and louder, until she stops and put her hand over his, breathing fast.
Chapter 8: The valentine ritual
Taking time to breath back to a calm state, they remain in the water, hugging. He kisses the side of her neck delicately, a pure moment of tenderness after what was the closest to the actual act of making love.
Once completely calmed down, they come out of the bath. She can see he still holds the physical reaction of their actions. Once relaxed for the ritual it isn't time to go back into excitement yet. So she takes him by the hand, grabs her rose and a cloth then together, they walk to the ritual altar.
Morgane calls each elements, one by one, her skin radiant as a still water under the full moon. She picks up the oil bottle and walks to Lancelot. Firstly on his forehead, then his throat, his nipples, stomach and under the navel, to which he twitched. Seems like his surroundings are sensible to the touch after the long erection he had. Not completely in a sleeping mode yet, it seems to be waiting for a sign to wake up in the next second.
She poses delicately the rose into the cauldron, then invoked the elements to themselves. She then places the cloth on the ground where she puts the food to eat and the white wine. At first they each took a fruit, dipped in chocolate and ate it, then started to feed each other.
As she starts to feel well fed, she stands up, to which he stands up too thinking it is time to close the circle. But Morgane walks behind him, and traces her finger on his back, telling him to lay down, in a sensual manner.
She picks up a strawberry that she dips in chocolate and uses it as a paint brush, drawing a triple goddess sign on his stomach, with the tip of her tongue, Morgane licks the chocolate. Automatically, Lancelot's body answers to her tongue. She does the same with a grape, on his chest, suckling the chocolate and licking to clean.
With her finger, she covers his lips and engages in a deep kiss where the tongues meet each other, dancing, teasing. Using an orange slice, she makes the chocolate drop under his manhood until the big vein is fully hidden under.
Playing with her tongue, Morgane licks bits by bits the length of his delicious manhood. Then parts her lips over the tip and fills her hungry mouth around him. Sucking and licking deliciously as the best ice cream, of a hand she plays with his balls as with the other it brushes around his pelvic bones. Then going faster, sucking with intensity, about to cum, Lancelot pulls gently head head away and cums beside her on the ground as she helps him with a hand.
