[[Dizzy]] Learning the Secrets of Love [[Qant00AT]]

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The forest was abuzz with excitement. The goddess Lyta couldn't help but encourage it as well. Her children, all of the many forest nymphs that roamed her lands, waited years for the reprieve that the young prince would bring. Their lusts were often shared with each other, particularly at the festivals of Summer and Winter--nearly all of her children would pleasure their bodies with one another, the forest becoming loud with their cries of pleasure. That was how she struck a deal with the good King Thaddeus many many many years ago.

When the humans heard her children, particularly during the festivals, they would come to join them. However they did not have the education necessary. They were rough, hurtful, and even killed a few of her daughters before she had a chance to meet with the king. It was within the wee hours of the morning that she came to him, her lovely body shining in starlight, asking him to consider becoming her student. She would teach these hurtful men how to truly love on a woman, hoping that the kingdom would flourish under her steady tutelage. The king accepted her offer and spent fifteen years in her den before returning to his country. He then decreed that every male heir of the throne would, upon manhood, spend five years with the "women of the wood" before he could become king. No other men were allowed in her forest, and should some stray inside--her warriors were free to kill them on sight.

Yet today was a glorious morning and the goddess moved from the upper levels of her tree palace to the large foyer at the base. Her nude body was a glorious sight to behold. Her pale skin was decorated today with the gold designs of winter, giving her an exotic sheen of unearthly beauty. Her hair was long and a pale gold that went to her ankles, accenting her curvacious and luscious form. Her breasts were heavy and full, holding inside them her sweet milk that could heal any ailment and ease any heart--as well as great a fiery passion to the men who drank from her. Between her legs was the triangle of fine golden curls that opened to reveal her slick pink sex. Three handmaidens came to escort her to her throne, and once she was seated, Opened the doors to the tree palace letting dozens of their sisters in all eager for a look of their new student.

 

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Soran Ebrahim awoke that day with a strange feeling. Today was his eighteenth birthday, and from what his father had decreed, before his birth, was the day he would enter the forest of the goddess Lyta. He had only heard the tales from his father of his fifteen years in the forest with her and her children. He described it as a continuous feeling of pleasure and joy while he learned from the goddess. Her milk flowing from her bountiful bosom giving him strength and energy to keep going. Soran all thought of it as a clever metaphor for going off into the woods and surviving off the land, but as he aged and got closer to the date the more he found out that it was true. He really was going to go into those woods of legend and learn how to make love with the goddess... for five years. This was what was required for him to ascend the throne once his father passes.

On that day he was bathed and made clean and presentable to the lady of the wood. His skin was adorned with scented oils of his homeland. His hair was attempted to be tamed, but his curls were too much to be kept down. Once his hygiene was cared for he moved on to the clothes that were chosen for him. As he dressed himself he couldn't help but feel anxious about the encounters he was about to have. Would he be good enough for Lyta, or really anyone in her court? Would he be so bad that she refuses to teach him and send him back a failure? So much to worry about and so much to lose. He was even beginning to doubt if he should even go. No, this needed to be done if he were to ascend the throne when it was his time.

Soran finished dressing and looked at himself the dark blue of his tunic and pants were the main colors of his nation, gold embroidery adorned the sides and had a floral look to it. Over it he wore a small chest plate, it only covered the upper part of is chest and had two pauldrons attached over his shoulders . covering it was a long blue cape wrapped around his neck. He took one deep breath and attached his scabbard belt and slid the sword in said scabbard. He then exited his quarters and left for the front gate where his parents were waiting for him. His mother gave him a kiss and a teary goodbye before she had to leave so she wouldn't break down. His father placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Goodbye son, treat them well and they will give you the secrets to a bounty of unimaginable pleasure. I hope to see you hear come five years time." Soran then told his father goodbye and left into the forest.

After entering the forest he followed the instructions his father had told him over and over for the past year until he came upon the great wooden doors to her tree palace. The doors twisted and turned with the trunk of the tree to allow him entrance and he stepped through them. The first sight his eyes saw was the only one who could be Lyta. His eyes widened as his father descriptions gave her no justice. Her pale skin reminded him of a pale and creamy alabaster stone, the golden adorning's standing out more. Her nude form screamed for clothes to stay away as it would only hinder her beauty. He slowly walked the long walk down the hall until he reached the foot of her throne. He knelt on one knee and placed his hand over his heart. "Greetings oh goddess Lyta! I am Soran Ebrahim, air to the throne of Gillead and hear to receive your tutelage. I am humbled to stand before your beauty."

 

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Lyta smiled at his introduction approvingly. "Arise my prince. I welcome you to my lands." Her voice was soft and sweet, designating in a powerful yet subtle magic that commanded silence of her murmuring subjects instantaneously. She motioned to one of her handmaidens who approached him at his left and courtsyed with a practiced gracefulness her eyes meeting his as she rose.

"This is Raelle. I have trained her for many years my prince to be your companion. She shall assist you with all of your many lessons and the upcoming rituals for winter. Clothing, food, language--she should be able to answer all of your questions."

The young elf smiled, blush creeping across her cheeks gently, "I am honored to teach you Prince Ebrahim."

Nodding the queen motioned for her two other handmaidens to come forward. Both wore glimmering armor and held long thin swords. Between them they held a large wooden chest which they sat down before the prince.

"I present to you my sisters Drael and Friya my Prince. In this chest is where we keep all weapons and armor. Besides the hunts some of my sisters go on, we have no need to ever open this chest while you are here. It is called coekii in our tongue, but in yours it roughly translates to "peace". To have weapons past this point in your presence--or for you to have yours--breaks coekii we hope you accept our offer of peace." Raelle finished with a bow. She moved to the chest and opened it. Slowly she took of the armor of her sisters and placing them in the huge chest. When both women were nude, Raelle turned back to Soran.

"Will you accept our peace my prince? May I remove your armor?"

 

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Soran stood once he was welcomed. He felt the many eyes of her people upon him and he felt his stomach clench. Though once he placed his focus on Lyta his nerves unwound as her soft and lovely demeanor calmed him. He gave a courteous nod to her at her kind welcome. The feeling of being here was strange. He once though that he would be overjoyed to be here, his boyish wonder made it up to be some magical place. So it was odd when they met his expectations. He learned early on that imagination is a dangerous thing as it could lead to a great disappointment once reality sets in.

Soran was not expecting to have a companion by his side. He was under the impression that Lyta would be the one leading his teachings. It was still an honor to be in this haven, but he couldn't help bu feel somewhat cheated at this point. He greeted the maiden with respect and a slight skip in his heart as he saw the faint accent of red cross her face. "It is an honor to meet you as well, maiden Raelle." Soran was not accustomed to such flattery as most of the women he had met were trained to remain calm and not show much emotion around him. To save face and make sure not to make an embarrassing outburst in front of the royal court. The blush was new to him.

This new feeling was cut short as the sound of scrapping metal plates and fluttering chain mail. His martial training took over and his musculature tensed and his palm gently rested on his swords pommel. Soran then remembered the place and who he was in front of. He relaxed and returned to ease as the two guards approached him with the chest.

The explanation was sound and he saw no reason to refuse it. He was here to learn to love and make love, not to incite a battle. Drael and Friya were first to disrobe their armor and weapons, Soran was next. Raelle asked if she could remove his, but he declined her offer. "I accept your coekii, but you do not have to remove my armor." He reached up and removed the jeweled clasp and the unwrapped the cape from his neck. and kept it in the crook of his arm. He then reached for the buckles that held his chest piece. He lifted the plate off of his chest and was able to take a much deeper breath, the cool air rushing to the warmed spots where the armor covered. He gently placed the fine work in the chest and hesitated slightly as he moved to his belt. He removed the belt but held on to the scabbard. The wood of it was stained black and smooth, the warm redwood was firm in his hand as it curved to hug the blade. He gripped the hilt and slowly with drew the blade partially to look at the fine craftsmanship. Fond memories were attached to this sword as he had it since he was young, it was a shame that he would not see it again for a very long time. He placed it into the chest with his armor and stepped back as to not be tempted to pull it out again.