[Original Novel] Mistress of Magic: Morgan's Apprentice - Chapter 7 [NSFW]

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  A story of magic, love and loyalty.

Previously: Lilith gets her first taste of power and learns how it can be used.
Note: Sorry for the delay - I was sick the past few days. But to make up for it - explicit content in this chapter!

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Chapter 7 - A Part for the Sisterhood

The rays of sun from the window above my bed in Morgan's home did not wake me because late-autumn rain clouds obscured it from view for most of the morning. I lazily pulled my eyes open, at first expecting to be in my dorm bed in the college. As soon as I realized I was not, I sprung up. A water basin and a towel appeared on the small table near the door while I slept. I washed and dressed quickly, stressed as to what Morgan might think of my late awakening.

"Good morning, dear!" Morgan's voice greeted me when I opened the door of my room. She lounged lazily in a layered dress on one of the couches and across from her sat Leam, one of her knights. He was wearing plain clothes and seemed more comfortable than he was in the armor he wore the day before, escorting the mistress and me to the garden. On the table between, breakfast was laid out, partially eaten by the time I woke.

"I am so sorry I am late, Lady Morgan," I muttered.

"Oh nonsense. You needed the rest," Morgan said. "Leam, pour dear Lilith some tea, will you?"

The knight hurried to pour hot tea from a teapot into a delicate teacup he handed me as I sat down on a couch. I thanked him quickly.

"Did you sleep well?" Morgan asked as I sipped and munched away at biscuits from the breakfast table.

"Quite, thank you!" I replied politely.

"Good," Morgan said. "Today promises to be stormy, so no outdoor activities planned." I glanced out the window at the heavy rainclouds and murky air outside. Yes, an autumn storm was brewing. I didn't really need to look outside. I could sense it with the tips of my magical senses, a heavy wet and cold energy in the air.

I didn't speak much through breakfast. Morgan and Leam discussed something about expanding the knights' quarters and eventually she dismissed him with an embrace, instructing him to be available later. He glanced and nodded at me before leaving.

"There's something we need to discuss," Morgan said after he left. There was a sense of weight to her voice, like the weather outside. I followed her upstairs, to her bedroom, and we sat down on the sofa facing the bed. I remembered sitting there and watching Morgan with Draken just a day earlier. It felt like a lifetime away.

"Do you remember we spoke of traditions?" she asked. I nodded carefully. She seemed nervous or annoyed. I was hoping it wasn't something I did or said. "I am not big on traditions, but the order has… some traditions." Morgan paused. I waited.

"Your maidenhood," she finally spoke. "They teach you at the college that it belongs to the sisterhood, do they not?"

"Yes," I answered without even thinking about it. It was all fairly simple – if you were given to the sisterhood as a maiden, your maidenhood belonged to the sisterhood. That is why, if and when a lady is married the man the sisterhood has chosen for her, the sisterhood basically gifts him their maidenhood. Those not chosen to wed… well, we never delved into that. I assumed there was some ritual that involved an appointed knight and maybe some chanting. Was this what Morgan was trying to talk to me about? Since I was not chosen for marriage to some noble, my maidenhood still belonged to the sisterhood.

"The sisterhood… how to put it simply?" Morgan pushed the words out like she was birthing them in great agony. "When a lady mage is put on the path you have walked so far, her maidenhood…" She took a deep breath. "Well, the sisterhood keeps it."

"Keeps it?" I asked.

"Yes," Morgan said and bent down to produce a wooden box. It was decorated and there was room for a name plaque on the top. "In one of these," she said. "It's called a Phallum," she explained and opened the box. In it, wrapped in velvet was a phallic object, made of a smooth dark material. I touched it and immediately pulled away. It generated a strange magical buzz. In the distance, somewhere beyond the castle walls, I could hear thunder rolling.

"It's an enchanted dragonstone… object," Morgan explained. "You felt it when you touched it," she added. "The enchantment. It's what stores your maidenhood with the sisterhood. In a large underground catacomb beneath the palace of mistresses called the Hall of Innocence," Morgan was talking but I guess she realized I was no longer really listening as I just stared at the object. At this point I began to understand where that was meant to go. How exactly my maidenhood would be taken.

"What do they keep it for?" I inquired. "Is it…just a tradition and religion thing?" I reached out and touched the phallum again. It wasn't as cold to the touch as I expected. It seemed to be generating an internal heat, but there was also a pull to its energy. Like something was missing to make it complete.

"Not exactly," Morgan replied. "The magical properties of the phallum can help the sisters find you, if anything ever happened to you."

"What happens to the phallum if I die?" I wasn't sure if Morgan was annoyed at my many questions or if answering them was just part of her job. I picked the phallum up from the box and held it. It was heavier than it looked.

"The enchantment between you and the phallum is broken, and it turns into dust," Morgan answered. "It's why the floors of the Hall of Innocence are never swept and you must enter barefoot. So that the memory of every lady who has given her maidenhood and innocence to the sisterhood and died, stays with you when you leave. I've never visited."

"And every lady who is not wed by the sisterhood must… give her maidenhood to the order?"

"Yes," Morgan said and I eyed her.

"Did you?"

"Yes, I did."

"Does it… hurt?" I asked carefully.

"It doesn't have to." Morgan shrugged, still staring into my eyes.

"I've never learned the ritual," I admitted. "They didn't teach us any of this as the college."

"That's because you don't perform the ritual, Lilith." Morgan paused and took a deep breath. "I do."

My lips parted with surprise. "You perform the ritual on me with… this?" I lifted the phallum and glanced at it before returning my gaze to Morgan. A small smile crept onto her lips.

"Pretty much. It's no bigger than the average man and I am probably gentler than most men," Morgan tried to calm me.

"Have you ever done this before?" I inquired. It's not that I didn't trust Morgan's capability, I was mostly curious.

"Well, no. I have had it done to me and I have seen it done to other initiates."

"Oh Gods," I exclaimed. "People will be watching?!"

"Oh no! Of course not! I would not do that to you!" Morgan said and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I stared into her eyes, looking for answers and I am pretty certain tears began to pool in the corners of my eyes. "Remember Paya, my instructing overly-zealous mistress?" Morgan asked. I nodded in reply and Morgan continued. "She performed the ritual on me. Then, on at least a dozen other initiates over the years I was her apprentice. I watched, along with my fellow apprentices. Paya had quite a few." Morgan paused and took a breath. "Paya is a cold-blooded old cunt," she eventually said. I never expected to hear a lady speak this way. "To her, this was all about faith, loyalty and tradition. She didn't care about the initiates. Only about what she could mold them into."

"And to you?" I dared ask. Thunder rolled again, this time closer. I could hear drops of rain beginning to strike against the shuttered windows.

"It's an obligation, a tradition and a way for your sisters to find you if you ever need help. It's a dangerous world out there for a woman. Even a mage." Morgan gently pet my head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I reached out to Morgan with my mind and the warm embrace of her thoughts and intents enveloped me in a sense of safety.

"There are two ways this can happen," I heard Morgan's voice as I surrendered to that warmth. "You can either close your eyes and think of the sisterhood, or you can let me… try and make it a pleasant experience." I opened my eyes.

"Pleasant experience?" I echoed.

"Yes," Morgan replied. "I can make it pleasurable for you, even. If you let me." I thought about it for a moment. I've never given too much thought to how I might lose my virginity, nor did I particularly care. Sex was a means to an end. Even if it was a world of fun and pleasure. The first time was only that – a first time of many. I never considered it would be with a woman. Especially a mistress. I had no doubt she knew what she was doing but it still felt… awkward. Perhaps it was the discussion that made me uncomfortable. Did most people discuss their upcoming defloration in such manner? The rain outside got stronger.

"You taught me how to fly, Morgan," I said eventually, still clinging onto the feeling of her mind against mine. "I trust you with my life, and my body." I meant it. At the time, I had no idea why, but I meant it. I think she sensed it somehow because Morgan smiled at me, her eyes soft and comforting. I put the phallum back in its box and handed to her. "I'm ready, mistress," I said before she could ask. She nodded and took a deep breath.

I stood up and undressed. I folded my clothes on the sofa next to Morgan and stood before her, my body bare. She could probably tell I was nervous. I could sense her thoughts brushing against mine like distant whispers on a warm summer wind. Morgan rose from the sofa and removed the cover from her bed, revealing black smooth sheets. She eyed me and I quietly walked over to the bed and lay down. I breathed deeply and spread my knees as far apart as I could. The palms of my hands were sweating.

"We can stop at any time," Morgan said as she sat down between my legs, "And if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable and I do not sense it, you will tell me," she commanded.

"Yes, mistress," I said, trying to look as calm as I could. I wondered if perhaps the whole idea of closing my eyes and thinking of the sisterhood was perhaps a better approach. I've never even imagined myself with a woman before.

"Close your eyes and breathe," I heard Morgan in my mind. I obeyed. I heard the box. Then a bottle cork. I tried to focus on breathing. "Listen to your body," the mistress' thoughts purred in my mind.

I felt her hands. Warm, smooth with oil, delicate. They brushed against my labia and I shivered. She touched me again and I dared not open my eyes. She rubbed the lips slowly, her fingers slipping against my clitoris as her hand moved. The movements became smaller, more focused around the tiny mound of flesh that sent shivers down my spine every time she pressed or pulled at it.

Morgan was right. When I managed to stop thinking and feeling embarrassed, I just listened to my body. And my body spoke pleasure and passion and anticipation. My body wanted this as much as the clouds of autumn wanted to unburden the rain they held before the summer. I moaned. Only a little, but it echoed it my mind against Morgan's thoughts. She heard it too. My hips began their uncontrollable dance of pleasure, and Morgan's fingers did their magic against my clitoris. I moaned again, a little louder this time, and my toes curled. The warm ball of pleasure in my stomach grew gradually, ready to explode as my hips rose and fell under Morgan's capable hand. I was panting, eyes still closed.

"I call upon thee, Goddess of Magic and Lady of the Heavens, to receive this sacrifice and accept this girl into your sisterhood of daughters, for the remainder of her life," Morgan chanted in a calm, low voice. I felt the warm buzzing of the phallum against my flesh. It was hungry. It wanted the part of me that it was meant to contain. Thunder roared outside, the rain pouring against the walls of the castle, making the whole building sing with the echoes of tapping.

Morgan continued her chant in one of the ancient languages I learned in the college. I recognized some words like blood, magic and phallum. While my mind tried to translate the words as they floated past my consciousness, my body had different plans. Morgan's fingers on my clitoris moved faster, harder, tugging and grinding against the aroused flesh. My sweaty hands grasped at the sheet.

I opened my eyes and Morgan's gaze was there, her eyes a warm storm of blue and black. She smiled at me softly as I struggled to keep my eyes locked with hers until I could no longer. I felt a kind of pressure against my vagina and as the orgasm cascaded through me, I felt like something filled me, like something completed me and pressed just on the right spot to keep that orgasm rocking me against the phallum, thrusting it deeper into me for what seemed like several minutes. When my body eventually collapsed, I eyed Morgan and asked with a panting voice, "Was that… it?" Morgan smiled at me and nodded. The rain seemed to be quieting down. I watched the mistress quietly place the phallum in its wooden box and close it. I watched my name, Lilith Sunkissed, appear on the lid in magical writing. I couldn't tell if it was Morgan's magic or that of the enchanted object within the box. She carefully closed my legs as she got up. I knew she sensed I could not move them myself, still calming down from the rush of orgasm. I felt slightly sore between my legs when my thighs touched.

"How do you feel?" Morgan asked.

"Odd. It was almost like I was looking forward to drawing power from… this. But didn't," I said honestly. Morgan smiled but didn't reply. "I also feel like I've worn panties a size too small for a few days," I added, grimacing a little.

"Oh, that heals faster than you think," the mistress replied casually. "But you should rest," she added with a slightly concerned tone to her voice. "While I make my first ever visit to the Hall of Innocence to… deposit your phallum." Morgan sighed. "When you feel up to it, look for me in the bath where I will be furiously scrubbing the soles of my feet to get all the dead lady virginity out them."

I couldn't help but laugh and Morgan laughed with me. She covered me with a blanket and kissed me on the forehead like she did the night before. It was pleasant and sweet.

"Thank you," I said as she was about to leave me to doze in her bedroom. "For making this… pleasant."

"Thank you for letting me," she replied and eyed me again. Her thoughts brushed against mine with that reassuring warmth. "It beats the alternative," she finally added and left.

Once alone, I reached down to the sore spot between my legs. It was still slippery from the oil Morgan used and… something else. When I lifted my hand and looked at it, I saw blood. I wiped it on the black sheet and closed my eyes. I expected to feel different somehow, but I didn't. I was a woman now, but I was still… me. Now I was a lady of the order and the sisterhood had a piece of me, forever. At the time, that didn't seem worrying to me, only odd.

I inhaled Morgan's scent from the pillow and snuggled into the blanket. I felt safe. Morgan would wake me if I overslept again, and part of me thanked her for just letting me lay there and… adjust. She guided me on this path and so far I didn't get the sense that she was particularly displeased. She wouldn't have offered to make the ritual easier for me if she didn't at the very least like me.

The rain dripping softly outside lulled me into a pleasant nap.

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Ya know, this isn't normally my thing. But you've done a really great job here.
I love the way you use the language to paint a picture with such dynamic tension. This is your best work so far!

  ·  3 years ago (edited)

Thank you!!! I started with poetry in my teens, so I guess some of that descriptive "paint a picture with words" thing I had going there - stuck. And again - thank you. Comments matter!

Attagirl :)

Very good post, I really enjoyed it so I followed you @techslut !

I love that you have covered consent, sexual assault, religious sexual control, innocence, pleasure, and gender role expectations in sexual expression in one go. Also, your writing is awesome.

<3
One of the comments I initially got from friends who've read this draft was that it was very "sex positive". I try to make it such, being a rape survivor myself.

I was wondering where you were! Hope you're feeling better now.
My head keeps tripping over "dead lady virginity" :snort giggle: Where in the world did you come up with that? LOL

  ·  3 years ago (edited)

My head is a scary, scary place. But actually, the concept was inspired by the way mages are "tracked" in the Dragon Age universe, using phylacteries of their blood. In this universe, sexual energy is a powerful force. And as such, I thought this would be a way to emphasize it. And of course, this power of the sisterhood over the lady mages will re-appear in later books.
As for the "dead lady virginity" - that's just Morgan. And this is her being a lady, mind you.
:)

P.S. Yeah, feeling better. Stomach virus had me "talking to God on the big white phone" for 24 hours.

I totally relate to Morgan. LOL

the big white phone is not a good diet plan. make sure you hydrate!

All the green tea. All of it.

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