Fortunately, Silfr had chosen a clear, temperate night to conduct her ceremony, with no wind, rain or even clouds in the sky as the natural moon (as opposed to Uwilizala's artificial satellite) shone full and bright in all its radiant, silvery splendour down upon their youthful, au naturel bodies, providing them with sufficient illumination in addition to the burning candles, which were otherwise the sole source of manmade light for what must have been miles around, turning the ruins into a tiny island of orangish radiance amongst a sea of pitch darkness to any outside observer. Although even with that in mind, Percy still did feel somewhat self-conscious about undressing out of doors despite knowing the vast unlikelihood of any soul - Silfr aside - catching sight of him here unclothed, unless one was to count the occasional owl passing overhead, but after being made to walk bollock naked through the college corridors afters lights-out only just the other week, the lonely hilltop hardly seemed like anything at all in comparison.
Once she was disrobed, Silfr sat down directly afore the circle, partially bathed in the radiance from the candles that gave her pale flesh a sinister glow with strong shadows cast across her pretty - though angular - countenance which did not convey the discomfort the cold stone floor would have given anybody with their bare backside upon it. The Snjórlander leaned back, resting on the palms of her hands while she kept her knees arched but feet flat on the floor, her thighs parted to present her female sex in full, unobstructed view towards Percy, evidently expecting for him to be one to approach her in this instance rather than the inverse which was the norm for how they had been conducting things up until this point.
"Prepare me, McDuff." Silfr then commanded her assistant as if it was not apparent enough she expected him to take the initiative, though for an agitated novice as Percy was, it indeed was not. Even though while he stood there wearing naught except his spectacles with his four inch erection already at full mast and standing by for action at a moment's notice, he stood stock still at a genuine loss for what measures Silfr was apparently awaiting for him to take after having relied on Silfr all this time to take the lead, and his heart sank in his chest as he dreaded what he felt was necessary to ask next:
"C-come again...?" He stammered out.
"Must I guide thou on every minute aspect even still?" Silfr was prompt to respond. Although her tone was cool and collected as usual, her intended chiding still came across plain as day, precisely to Percy's expectation. He thought he would have been used to it by now, though they still felt like a stab to his stomach, and the verbal dagger was further twisted as she went on to add: "Virgin though thou art, surely thou hast heard of the concept of 'foreplay', yea?" Poor Percy. He was not unintelligent, just unversed. "If we art indeed to conduct coitus, then I require to be readied, and that shalt be achieved all the more exponentially via your assistance. Unlike thyself, I do not become forthwith excited at slightest sight of naked flesh alone. Surely thou hath perused an account of cunnilingus in the pages of a pornographic periodical purchased for tuppence at some point? Or perhaps thou understands it only in the vulgar vernacular of 'eating one out'? I shalt repeat myself once more, McDuff, but do not make me state thrice: prepare me."
Percy swallowed nervously while Silfr went silent, waiting for him to make his first move on something he had not a single idea of how to start going about. If instruction manuals for this sort of thing were published, then they were not readily available enough, the virgin thought. Silfr was actually not too far off from what she had said, as the closest thing to a handbook on the topic Percy had come across were the issues of
Tarts Bimonthly
his father kept stashed away at the bottom of a sock drawer that Percy would sneak peeks at every opportunity throughout his adolescence. He supposed those erotic magazines were just about as good a reference point as any in the here and now, as his only alternative would be to miss out on what he had been waiting to come about for so long.
Percy started to approach Silfr, albeit gingerly, conscious of every shuffle his feet made, and his nerves were not helped by the manner in which his mistress unwaveringly stared at him all the while with her unsmiling face and cold eyes. Once he was near enough, Percy lowered himself onto his knees, discovering the floor to be just as uncomfortable against them as he speculated, though voiced no complaint as he next started to bend his upper body over, lowering his face down into the space between her open legs. Percy had seen Silfr's pussy plenty of times prior to the present, although never this near before, and the clinical illustrations of female anatomy he had seen in medical textbooks were hardly comparable to scrutinising the real thing up close.
The labia minora did look somewhat strange to him when examined at this short distance, although perhaps that was only because he was not used to the sight, which he was not reviled by by any means, far from it, but moreso fascinated by the folds in a semi-academic sense, giving him an intense desire to prod around them with his fingers first to see how they might react as well as gain a sense of what they might feel like to touch before applying his mouth, although he could sense Silfr's eyes burning a hole in the top of his head, he doubted she would approve of such pussyfooting around her pussy. Percy was expecting to find the slit at least a little bit moist before he started anything, but the witch's privates appeared to be just as dry as the rest of her was, but this would soon be rectified in any case.
Percy inched his face closer and closer to the vagina, unaware of how heavy his anxious breathing had become through his slightly open mouth, which Silfr would no doubt feel the warmth of blowing gently against her privates which even she could not deny felt rather pleasant, though did not state. Once he was within smooching distance, Percy then licked his lips as if wetting them beforehand would improve his performance before carefully sticking his tongue out and using its very tip to touch the thin cleft which separated Silfr's lower lips. From there, Percy then slowly moved his lingual muscle up along to the very top of the slit before then working his way to its nadir, believing that was a sufficient enough gesture to start with as any, and tried not to dwell too deeply on how he was licking his first vagina before even having his first kiss. Percy expected the folds to have some sort of flavour as well, but he picked up on no particular taste, but it was hardly any wonder as to why considering he was just barely skimming the surface at this stage, to the extent that Silfr was speculating whether her serf was trying her patience on purpose, feeling nary a tickle from his sheepish efforts.
Percy was in dire need of some direction lest she would be spending the whole night night sat on her bare arse on the stone floor waiting to receive even the smallest of stimuli, and Silfr provided such direction both through words and actions, although the latter came first as she reached over with one hand, place it upon the back of the boy's skull before sharply pulling it back inwards faster than he even realised it was the female's own hand doing so, shoving his face deeper down between her thighs with a forcefulness that belied her bony arms, his whole mouth now making full contact with her pussy, with his nostrils against into the trimmed tuft of dark hair just above her sex, eliciting a startled exclamation from the geek that was muffled against his mistress' muff.
"Faster and deeper, McDuff." She commanded, and Percy readily complied, though his motivation mainly came from her fingers feeling somewhat threatening as they clamped onto his crown. He stuck his tongue out further, burying it within her labia to have it meet her spongy lining nestled within, and it was here that Percy was treated to the true tang of a woman's twat that was enough to give him an instant's pause, but he soon started resuming his licks, lapping at a far more moderate pace than he had been previously, enough for the vagina to start generating a salty stickiness closer to what he had initially expected from the female genitals, yet was still not quite like anything he had sampled before. It was odd, as if he were tasting such a flavour in any other context, he probably would not have enjoyed it, yet somehow from knowing this was the taste of an attractive woman incentivised him, the rate of his licks increasing all the while like it was an instinctual drive to please and possibly even impress said woman that in turn would please him. Perhaps if he had been with any other female, he would have been successful in doing just that this first time around through sheer ardour alone, but unfortunately, his first time had to be with Silfr Ståldóttir.
