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Chapter 3 –
Avedra stirred a bit in the low-slung cot and made to pull the deer skin tighter over her nakedness. She tried to roll over away from the window. The moonlight dappled the floor with shadows and then probed between her eyelids. She tried pulling the skin over her head. The damnable light snuck beneath the covers, and sparkles played over the back of her eyelids.
And then the whispering started. It seemed to ride on the moonlight, almost as if she were hearing it through her eyes clamped shut and not her ears.
"Avedra."
The apprentice curled into a fetal position, her fingers drifting on their own to the sweet spot between her legs, half asleep. "Stop it," she mumbled in her sleep.
"Avedra."
Still half asleep she swatted with her hand at the mosquito of whispering and frowned. The moonlight curled past the heap of books, pestles, and assorted junk on the hewn table and under the edge of the skin until Avedra had to open her eyes. She rubbed them and slid her feet over the side of the cot to the dirt floor.
"Who are you? Where are you?"
The moonlight spread, pooling around the cot. "Avedra. You know who I am."
"If you wake up Edern," she replied, whispering as well, "it's my ass that will have to pay."
"Nobody….nobody is going to wake up….to wake up the alchemist. He sleeps, he sleeps the sleep of the over-confident. Your ass is safe….for the moment," the voice whispered, a sparkling chuckle that matched the pool of moonlight.
"Only the Goddess could wake me up like this. You…you're Freya, aren't you? Why me?"
The moonlight shifted sharply to one side and peeked up at her from under the cluttered table like a mischievous child. It spun past her and around her on the cot until Avedra grabbed for it, and of course the light danced out of her fingertips back to where it had started. Great, she thought, a Goddess with a midnight sense of humor. "Goddess, I don't really know what I'm doing here; I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. And you want to torment me. Please, please tell me, what AM I doing here?"
The disturbed hiss made her straighten up a bit. "You silly, silly girl. What is that you know? What do you remember?"
Avedra rubbed her eyes and spread her thighs as she sat on the edge of the cot. She leaned slightly ahead, her fingertips lightly on the inside of her knees as Edern had taught her to sit with some considerable beating. "This is how a girl sits, a girl who is about to be used," he had insisted. Apparently the lesson had lodged in her mind. It seemed to her that the Goddess was going to…use her.
A shiver ran down her spine, she thought maybe from the cool damp air of dew settling but perhaps not. "I have known nothing else from the moment when I realized that I was changing from girl to woman, Goddess. Something was awakening with me, struggling against, overcoming in little pieces the rebellion that I felt. I knew that I was to serve, to be used in something much greater than myself, sometime, somehow."
Edern stirred and muttered. Avedra hesitated.
"Continue, slave of Freya."
Slave…slave of Freya?...the puddle of moonlight stilled, an edge lapping over her toes. She stilled.
"The dream was always the same. I had no self-will, no matter how much I told myself in the dream that I did, that I did. I was always naked, naked but for some kind of golden collar, like an animal, gold but not really gold. There were men…and women too. And they used me. They used my sex although I didn't know what that was until some time had passed. I was surrounded by penises as hard as the stones of the Great Circle and throbbing, soaked pudenda as open and swollen as the altar at the middle of the Circle. And I lay on the altar, naked and my legs spread."
The puddle of moonlight shimmered in pleasure; Avedra could feel the pleasure as it toyed with the end of her toes, sending little sexual shocks coursing up her legs just as if it were through the hard, erect nubbin at the top of her own sex.
"You please…you please the Goddess…slave…slut of Freya."
"I don't know, Goddess. I know that my rape at the hands of the Alchemist and his cruel beatings, my rape that night by the King's soldiers in that wood, I know that all had a place, that it all made sense. I knew that nothing was out of place, that a future would mark me for special notice. But other than that, I do not know."
Avedra looked down, ashamed in some sense that she didn't know. The circle of moonlight danced around her feet and caressed her ankles. Avedra blinked. For just the moment silver shackles had appeared around her ankles and then fell away in a shower of moon sparks.
"Yes…yes…you always knew what was important, slave of Freya. You always knew that you were not like others, that you craved….you lusted, didn't you…after the whip," the whisper demanded, "after the…humiliation?"
Tears stained the dusty face of Avedra in the dark, hot tears that burned tracks, tears that boiled down the essence, just like the essence that Edern so obsessively sought.
Her fingers slid back between her thighs. Soaked again. The slick feminine fluid, the smell of the wetness that she knew made her nipples as hard as cherry pits – it had become so much her. There was no escape. And she didn't want to escape.
The moonlight danced up over her wet skin, toying with her, making love to her, lingering on the nipples, sipping at the wetness at her fingertips. Yes, she was right. The Goddess was using her.
"You are the channel, slave…slave of Freya. I speak to your Master, the Alchemist, through you, slut, through the body I toy with. I will have my way through you, I will have what I want, what I have waited for since the beginning of time and before there was time. Your Master will have what he wants…in this world…and you will learn. You will learn…secrets. And you will ride the currents of lust, driven," the voice insistent and louder, "driven, slave…by my power. You only hear one voice, slave…you only hear the voice of the Goddess."
Avedra looked up bewildered. Somehow the moonlight…it had moved…inside her. Moonlight couldn't do that. Could it? It ran with the speed of thought up and down her nerves leaving little pools of silver excitement like mercury. She stared at her fingertips. Rays of moonlight shot out, lighting the darkened corners of the cottage wherever she pointed. And when her fingertips pointed between her legs, the light coalesced around the hardened nub of her wet clitoris, shot up her body only to run the great circle (yes, it was…it was just like the Great Circle of Stones…the stone forest of penises) and out of her fingertips again.
Avedra tipped her head back in the beginning throes of ecstasy. How much this must be like dying, she thought.
"Not…not yet, slave…slave of Freya. Not yet. To your knees, slut, crawl, slave…crawl like the dog afraid to be whipped…crawl to your Master, the Alchemist. In his sleep, slave…take his member in your mouth, slave…caress…lick…suck…slobber…mmmm…nibble…until he has the most fantastic dream of all…his dream…of dying…do it, slave of Freya!"
The moonlight ran amok over her skin as she crawled to Edern's bed. It needled her. Sparks of moonlight flew from her fingertips as she pulled back the skins and settled on the flaccid cock, coaxing it to life.
Edern stirred, a broad smile, a dream smile across his countenance. Her lips slid over the end of the cock, her tears mixing with her saliva, coating him as if it were her other feminine essence. Her lips became her pudenda, her hot mouth her womb, as her head bobbed over his crotch.
The Alchemist never awoke, proof that the mysterious was afoot. She pointed her fingertips at his erect male nipples. The moonlight arced across and ran madly down his nerves, lighting up the nerve pathways like a spider web, gathering in his testicles for the moment.
He groaned in his sleep. The moonlight erupted out of his gonads, shooting up the length of his erection and into her mouth, her throat, moonlight sparkling, tickling, spilling out past the lips so earnestly fucking him.
"Now, slave…slave of Freya…you cum for me…moan for me."
Moonlight shot from her other fingertips onto her clitoris. The light pooled in her crotch and then erupted as she orgasmed. By this time moonlight ricocheted in mad desire off every object in the room, crashing, a carousal, a cacophony of brilliant cosmic sexual excitement. Edern's body spasmed, thrusting himself up off the bed even in his sleep, the final strands of his seed milked.
He fell back onto the bed and settled back into the undisturbed sleep of the fulfilled. Avedra settled back on to her legs, kneeling…her body shivering…from cold…from the tendrils of moonlight still playing the length of her nerves, especially down the length of her bare spine.
The moonlight drifted away; in the darkness the exhausted Avedra crawled back to her cot. She pulled the skin up over her nakedness and slept the sleep of the dead.
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