Chapter 26 - Non-sorcerer
I woke to the gentle massaging of my breasts and the tingle of healing magic that came from them. To my surprise, it was stronger than ever before. In my waking state, it took a few minutes of being touched and waking up before my brain could begin working on the question of why. I had felt so disappointed in myself for failing in my quest to fight the inhabitants of the Other Place; I'd even been captured. There had been only one fight to speak of, and it had been over too quickly for me to learn anything I thought useful for becoming a more powerful sorcerer.
But then ... I'd also learned a lot during my short time so far with Namali. She had taught me an entirely new form of magic, one I'd never even heard of at the school. Not only that, but my connection to my own sexuality was growing. Even from a submissive position, I'd never felt as bold and sure of myself as when mine and Namali's magics had locked and our sexual encounter had begun. And ... it hadn't been just an encounter, a sex-game I had allowed to happen. It had been a moment, knowing what my partner wanted as well as what I wanted, and then just ... going for it. This type of confidence was entirely new to me.
Last, Namali had used the chemistry between us to teach me how to transform my trauma through the catalyst of my sexual power. I knew that for some people, kink was definitely a way to work through past pain in a safe way. And Zolraya had certainly taught me how to feel my humanity in the midst of my pain. But releasing my head bubble-that catalyst of pain which popped up whenever I was having the most difficult issues coping with my life-it had changed something inside of me.
I placed my hands on Namali's arms as she continued to squeeze at me. I savored the texture-the lightest feel of smooth scales under warm skin. And as I watched her hands, I found myself smiling at the aesthetic contrast of her darker brown skin over my milky paleness.
Eventually, my breasts had given everything readily available in them. Namali brought one milky hand to her own mouth and one to mine. Both of us drank what was dripping on them.
I noted that this was the first time really tasting my own breast-milk. Hyrranesus was right-it did taste a bit like ginger. Though I was glad it wasn't too much because that might have stung coming out.
After her hands were licked clean, Namali began to stir. To both my surprise and delight, she lifted me easily as she stood-cradling me bridal-style. She brought me through the open door of our stall-to where the rest of the ponygirls and their mares were eating breakfast. We then approached a wooden cabinet secured by a large padlock.
Namali took the padlock in her massive hand and simply turned it until the metal latch snapped into pieces. I was ... more than a little turned on by the casual display. I passively noticed my own armor neatly piled at the bottom of this storage container. This was a relief ... I would have been sad for it to have been gone forever.
Namali, however, reached for a small leather bundle and then a larger one with her name burned into it in black letters. With the two bundles in hand, she brought me back to our stall and deposited me on the blankets.
I watched with abounding curiosity as she opened the smaller leather roll and pulled out a clean and wrapped needle. I involuntarily swallowed a little ... not entirely sure I was up to whatever this was.
Namali then opened the larger of the leather rolls, the one with her name on it, to reveal all the rings that were part of her riding regalia-all the gold jewelry I had previously seen all over her body. She picked up a small ring at the top and then placed it in my hand.
I rotated the piece of golden jewelry with red stone around in my hand as I stared at it for a moment. Doing so, I noticed something about it that I hadn't before. On the bottom of the ring, Namali's name was engraved-much more ornately than on the piece of leather.
Namali gave a nervous smile and then gestured up at my nose with a wide-eyed and hopeful look.
Other than the suddenness of the situation and my general aversion to pain, the idea of what Namali was asking made me feel a number of sensations. Arousal at being marked in yet another way as hers. Comfort in someone laying claim to me. Even a little sentimentality because both the ring and the person who wanted to administer the piercing meant a lot to me.
I took a shallow breath and then nodded with a nervous smile.
Namali smiled widely back and then took my head into one of her hands. She gently tilted my head up and back before lining up the needle. Mercifully, she made it a quick matter. The pain was sharp, though still not as bad as lidocaine injections on my upper lip before electrolysis hair removal (my forever gage of all other types of pain).
I sputtered a little bit and then grimaced when she then had to put the ring in. After that, however, it was mostly over. There was a cloth in the smaller pouch that we used to cover my nose for a few minutes, until it stopped bleeding. Only after, did I consider that I might have used my healing milk ... though I supposed I couldn't have been certain that this would have let it heal properly.
After a while, Namali excitedly gestured for me to remove the cloth so she could see. I did so, wishing there had been a mirror somewhere, but finding myself content enough with Namali's excited expression.
Unfortunately, the celebration was cut short by the chime of a handbell.
Namali glaced over into the main room where the two farmhands were doing something with the chariot-I supposed readying it for use. She gave a somewhat irritable sigh before reaching down her body. This time I knew what was coming when she touched herself and then rubbed a trail of her juices along the side of my face. Property of Namali.
What was new, however, was Namali reaching her arms around me in an embrace before quickly standing and rushing to join the other ponygirls lining up in their positions.
I smiled as I watched her get ready in her bindings and regalia. They did not seem demeaning to Namali. If anything, she seemed proud-posing a little bit for me and flexing. It all showed her body off in a somewhat different light, and what a sight it was to behold.
