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In the College, bathing was an experience I had shared with many other Initiates. We had a small tub to stand in, some hot water, a washcloth, a bar of soap, and zero privacy. So being nude in front of Morgan was not an issue for me. What troubled me was the prospect of my naked form in the eyes of a man. What if I was not attractive enough to invoke a reaction in her Knight of choice?
I glanced down at my average-sized breasts and thick thighs as Morgan and I descended the steps of the pool-sized tub in the middle of the bathroom on the first floor of her suite. The water felt perfectly warm and smelled of flowers and freshly cut wood. There were scented oils in the water, silky against my skin.
Seemed like everything was planned and ready for Morgan – her meals, her bath, and her men. Scented candles and oil bottles of various sizes decorated one of the walls right next to a marble table. White marble statues surrounded the steaming pool. Morgan sat down on a step in the pool and stretched her legs forward, leaning back. Her naked form seemed to shimmer as the water moved.
"A man has never touched you." She moved her arms slowly in the water, submerged to the neck. I sat beside her. "Has a woman?"
"No." The reply was automatic. Engaging in sexual activity with other Lady Initiates could get one in serious trouble. Not as much trouble as speaking to a man, obviously, but even if it happened in the college during my years there – I never knew about it.
When I did touch myself, it was in the dark of night, as the other Initiates around me slept. I learned to be very quiet and quick about it. It helped me sleep and scratched that itch that I knew was merely a sign of my puberty.
"In theory, would you prefer the touch of a man or a woman?" She eyed me and I suddenly wished I wasn't so naked or so close to her.
"How can one compare two things one has never tried?"
The Mistress smiled. "As you’ve learned in the college, technically the pleasure you can feel with a man or a woman is quite similar. A well-skilled lover will make you forget their gender. They can make you forget yourself for a short while." Morgan looked away from me and blinked slowly. "Would you know how to touch a woman?"
Did she expect me to… do things to her? "In theory. From what I understand, it's not that different from touching a man." I tried to choose my words carefully. "Each person is different."
"That is true. And speaking of different people, here’s Mason." Just then the door opened and the young Knight entered. He closed the door behind him and scanned us with deep brown eyes.Without his ceremonial armor, Mason’s body was slender, but he looked fit in the loose cotton pants he was wearing.
"Mason is very skilled at what he does, and very enthusiastic about it." Mason smiled shyly. I liked his smile. His lips kept drawing my attention, full, almost feminine.
Morgan’s decision was that Mason would be the first man I would ever accept power from, or “feed” from, as Morgan put it. I guessed I could do much worse.
"We will share, and indulge, and I will guide you when I feel my guidance is needed. But mostly, I am here to make sure you do not venture too far," Morgan said, her voice soft and warm. "We will feed together, and if at any point you wish to stop or ask me questions, just say so. I won't be judging you on performance, dear. Forget the schoolbooks and instructions. Let nature take over and do what feels right to you."
Quite a disclaimer. I nodded in acceptance and eyed Morgan with all the confidence I could project.
"Mason, come join us." The young Knight unfastened his trousers and let them fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them and walked toward us, unashamed of his nudity and wearing nothing but the golden collar around his neck.
His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and his smooth chest looked almost boyish. His cock, though not as long as Draken’s, was thick, resting against his testicles.
Once in the pool, Mason positioned himself before Morgan as Draken had yesterday – on his knees, hands clasped behind his back and legs spread. Did all Knights welcome their Mistresses like that? This was not one of the ceremonies we learned back at the college.
"My Mistress," Mason said quietly, looking down at Morgan's legs in the water, resting between his spread knees. She smiled and raised her leg a little in the water, brushing it against Mason's inner thigh and genitals.
"My treasure," Morgan purred. "How about you give dear Lilith a massage, show her what your hands can do?" She made it sound like a suggestion, when it was clearly an order.
"Gladly, Mistress" He got out of the water, dried himself and fetched an additional towel. I followed him with my eyes as he folded it and placed it as a pillow on the marble slab next to the oil shelves.
Mason took another towel, then neared me. I looked up at him standing over me on the edge of the bath. He knelt and reached out his hand.
"Lady Lilith." He said my name and a small shiver raced down my spine. I loved the way it sounded. To him I was a Lady. I was used to being Apprentice Lilith.
I glanced at Morgan briefly before taking Mason's hand and letting him pull me up out of the tub and into a warm towel. It was the first time in my adult life that I felt the touch of a man on my skin.
Mason dried me with the towel as I stood there. Kneeling before me, he was thorough but gentle and respectful. I felt pampered but also anxious. Morgan watched from her spot in the water, her arms resting on the edges of the pool.
The young Knight led me to the marble table, and I climbed onto it expecting it to be cold. It was pleasantly warm, heated from below like the bath and floor of this spacious room.
"My Lady, please lay on your stomach." Mason’s tone was somewhat shaky, as though he was anxious too. I eyed him with as much command as I could muster, and proceeded to do as he asked. I rested my face on my arm so that I faced Morgan. Her eyes followed intently as she soaked her lithe form in the steaming pool, a soft smile across her lips.
The Knight gently brushed away the hair from my back and the side of my face. I tried to command myself to relax and focus, but my mind was racing. As I continued to stare at Morgan, hanging onto her gaze to ground myself, Mason took an oil bottle from one of the shelves and rubbed in between his hands.
I took a deep, cleansing breath as I felt his hands on my shoulders, then down my back. The touch was gentle at first, spreading the oil over my back, legs, arms and buttocks. He was thorough, taking his time. Gradually, he began to apply more pressure, kneading my muscles with his fingers as his hands slipped and glided over my oily skin. I closed my eyes and relaxed against the warm marble. When Mason's hands found a particularly sensitive spot on my lower back, a tiny moan escaped my throat. I opened my eyes and Morgan was there, still sitting in the water, still smiling reassuringly.
"Mason is incredible with his hands, is he not," Morgan said, rather than asked.
"Yes." I whispered but knew she heard me still.
"Each of my Knights is special. You will learn how special each one is, and what makes him so." Her tone was boastful. "Mason here is a fairly unique treasure not only because he does what he does so well, but also because of why he does it so well."
I glanced up as Mason paced around me, giving every inch of my muscles a thorough, deep rubbing.
"Mason takes pleasure in pleasing. Real, genuine, power-producing pleasure. All you need to do is let him pleasure you however you want and as much as you want and his power is all yours."
Mason stopped and took his hands from my back. I instantly wished he hadn't. I raised myself from the marble bed to look at him, and he stood at my side, his erect penis drawing my gaze for an instant before I eyed him.
"May I pleasure you, my Lady?" He sounded anxious but eager. Like I was. I wondered if he’d ever done this before, pleasured an Apprentice for her first time, with Morgan watching.
"You've done a marvelous job so far," I managed to answer and sat up to face Mason, dropping my legs over the edge of the table. I struggled not to slip off.
My knees pressed against his erection and I ran my hand on the side of his face. He leaned into my touch and I spread my legs, pulling him closer until his body was pressed against the marble. I pulled his face toward mine and kissed those full lips that drew my attention from the first moment I saw him. They were as soft as I had imagined. I closed my eyes, thoroughly enjoying my first kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each others’ mouths with hesitation but also passion. I didn’t want to stop, but eventually ran out of air and had to pull myself away.
Gazing at Mason’s face, I could still see Morgan grinning from the corner of my eye. I could almost sense her approval.
“Yes,” I said with rather well-faked confidence. “You may pleasure me.”
I lay on my back on the marble slab, and listened to my heart race as Mason oiled his hands.
Laying there, I noticed shapes carved into the tall ceiling that I did not see when I first entered the room. Did it suddenly get brighter than it was before?
Mason stood next to me and began running his hands over my body as I watched him. He was as thorough as before, but his hands lingered longer on my breasts and inner thighs. I spread my legs a little, welcoming his touch. When his skilled fingers slipped against the lips of my labia I felt that small, familiar heat beginning to form in the bottom of my stomach. Like a massive version of the itch that kept me awake at night in the college until I rubbed it silent. A fire burned in me, demanding the power of a man.
I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, focusing on my heartbeat and Mason’s intoxicating touch. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once. Teasing, touching and caressing every inch of my skin. My head was spinning and behind my eyelids was not darkness, but something else. A soft warm light was pulsating in my head and body and I wondered if this was Morgan’s doing or if perhaps there was something in the scented oils.
When Mason's finger slipped between the lips of my womanhood, I was surprised at just how aroused I already was. I couldn’t help but gasp as he massaged me with his palm, my juices mixing with the oil on his hand. He bent forward and kissed my inner thigh, still gently rubbing his hand against my crotch. I exhaled, almost moaning. Those soft lips. I could get addicted to them.
The heat in the bottom of my stomach grew and stirred. I mentally hushed it because I wanted this to last. I wanted to savor every moment of pleasure. I knew Morgan wouldn’t mind, and knowing she was there, watching, just made the experience better. I was safe. I could play and experiment. And I was.
Mason's hand was replaced by his lips, and this time I moaned aloud, the warm light behind my eyes growing brighter.
Just as he was with my back massage, Mason was slow but thorough. His lips and tongue explored my folds and the nerve endings of my clitoris, making my body respond in ways no one has before. I surrendered to the sweet ecstasy of it, enjoying the sounds that escaped my lips, and the involuntary movements of my muscles.
Mason's arms hugged my thighs, his palms resting on my pubic hair, gently pulling my flesh up to expose my clitoris to his tongue. My hips moved on their own as my feet pressed into the sides of Mason's chest. I could hear myself moan, as though from a distance, and felt my hands rise to plunge my fingers into Mason's hair as I tried to pull him closer. The movements of my body were echoed by his, the soft but firm touch of his lips meeting me halfway as my hips bucked against his face. We slipped back and forth against the warm marble table, but I was no longer afraid to slip off it. I did not care.
The light behind my eyelids grew stronger with each of my moans. I felt it starting, the cascade of orgasm that had been swirling in me as Mason did what he was quite obviously good at. I got dizzier and dizzier, as though the room was spinning. I opened my eyes to try and find something to focus on, to ground myself.
The room was so bright that I felt blinded when I opened my eyes. But once my eyes and mind adjusted, there was clarity to my vision I had never experienced. I could see so much more as I stared up, my pelvis grinding against Mason’s lips.
The shapes on the ceiling above me were suddenly clear and extraordinary. They were perfect, lifelike drawings of men and women engaging in sex in various positions and various combinations of couples, triads and groups. Perhaps it was just my overwhelmed mind playing tricks on me, but I could swear they moved. I could read the characters’ facial expressions of ecstasy, and wondered if they were reflecting my own expression, my mind lost in bodily pleasure.
The orgasm came over me like waves of warmth brushing against my nerves from the outside in. My back arched and my mouth opened with a silent scream, only loud breaths escaping me as I convulsed. I heard Mason make a sound, something between a purr and a moan that traveled through me, starting at my clitoris where his lips were keeping me in the throes of ecstasy. Slowly, everything began to grow dimmer as the waves weakened, my body still shivering against Mason's touch.
I let the dimness embrace me as Mason pulled his arms from around my thighs and slid them gently up my stomach. His cheek rested against my thigh and I could feel his warm breath against my pubic hair and the pulse in his neck against my skin. I could sense him watching me without looking.
Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I looked around me. The first thing I saw was Morgan standing next to me, a soft knowing smile on her lips. I somehow propped myself up on my elbows.
Mason retreated, slowly slipping away from between my legs. Morgan glanced at him and he nodded in reply. Did they just think at each other? It felt almost like hearing a whisper in the distance. Were they thinking at each other while he was… down there? I watched him hurry away without a word, still naked and aroused.
Morgan brushed her fingers against my sweaty cheek. "Do you feel it?" she asked before I could speak.
Yes. I felt it. I felt everything. I could hear the water of the pool move. I could smell the flowers that bloomed to give scent to the oil on my skin. Everything felt more real, more… magical.
It was like there was a new force in me, quiet but so full of potential. Like my whole life there had been an empty pool in the center of my being, and suddenly it was filled with colors I could paint the world in.
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Next week: Mason's service is not yet complete.