5 comments/ 28407 views/ 13 favorites Feldare Tales: Dual Apprenticeship By: mack_the_knife Wenn was a happy young man, that day. Perhaps the happiest young man for many years. He had been selected by Old Marrat for apprenticeship. He was going to become a wizard. This was good. Wizards made lots of money, and wizards were respected. Most of all, wizards were powerful, and did not have to take guff from anyone. For now, he was not powerful, nor respected, and certainly had little money. He was cargo, actually. Quite literally. He was wedged in the back of the wagon between a barrel of pickled river cod and a crate of bronze nails. He knew they were bronze, because he could see them as he poked them back into the crate after they poked him. He knew the river cod were pickled, because the barrel seemed to have a small leak. He also knew, that in a few short years, by his twenty-fifth birthday, he would be one of the most powerful men in all the duchy, perhaps even the entire Western Realms. This kept him happy, despite his current situation, pickled and prodded in a jouncing wagon behind a driver that seemed to time his tobacco spitting at the same moments that gusts of wind would ensure that the finer droplets would blow towards Wenn. He wondered idly if walking might not have been preferable. Norboro was not terribly far, only two days by wagon or on foot. But it was farther than Wenn had ever traveled from Morrovale before. It was on the northern border of the Duchy of Morrovale, and it was the intellectual center, if not the social center of the duchy. It sported the land's only center for higher learning. The vaunted Academy of Norboro, a finishing school for young noblemen and noblewomen. It would be a very interesting town; Wenn had no doubt. Simon, the driver, sat on the buckboard, and clucked to the two old nags that pulled the conveyance. Next to him was a priest, a man who had called himself Menlo. He was going to Norboro, too, to become fully ordained, whatever that meant. Naturally, a man of the cloth was given preference to an apprentice wizard, in choice of seating. The wagon jounced over another rut, and Wenn was poked again in his side by a errant nail from the crate. Pushing it gently back in with a fingertip, he wondered if perhaps another spot in the wagon would be better. Looking around he found none that seemed more comfortable. At least the sack of flour under his rump kept his butt from bouncing off the hardwood floor of the wagon. Simon clucked at the horses again, differently this time, and they slowed to a stop. Wenn craned his head around the pickled cod barrel to see what the hold up was. There was a girl standing by the road. She looked to be his own age, or nearly so. She had dirty blonde hair, bound in a loose ponytail, and was wearing a homespun dress that reached down to her ankles. Wenn scoffed mentally at her lack of style. Girls in Morrovale, these days, mostly dressed 'elven.' That was to say, they wore short skirts that reached just above the knee and left their midriffs open, covering their breasts with half tunic. At first the new look had scandalized the community. But when elven ladies had begun to come through Morrovale regularly, rather than simply the one Lady Hyandai, it had begun to be less frowned upon. Now, it hardly raised an eyebrow, though the boys really appreciated the extra dose of skin they got regularly now. The girls rather liked the newer style, too. It was easier to move about and do chores in, and not nearly so hot, lacking frills and petticoats and such. Wenn closed his eyes a moment remembering several of the village's prettiest girls in their daring, half-thigh skirts. His reverie was disturbed by the girl clambering over the tailgate of the wagon and settling into a sitting position opposite him. She had scooted a small crate of dried meat and was folding some canvas atop it. She had managed to make a decent seat for herself when Simon clucked again and the wagon had started moving. She smiled over at him and said. "Hello. My name is Crissa." Wenn gave out with a weak smile. "I am Wenn, apprentice to Marrat." Crissa seemed unimpressed, but smiled more broadly. "Then it is good that we meet." She said. "Why is that?" Wenn asked, his voice sounding rather annoyed. She apparently was not particularly observant, Wenn decided, for she simply smiled the more broadly. "I am also apprenticed to Marrat." She said happily. Wenn's face went blank, and his jaw slackened. "What?" He asked after a moment of stunned silence. "Marrat came to our farmstead and asked me to come and study under his tutelage." She said, somewhat slowly, as if Wenn were a bit daft. "That means I am his apprentice, as well." "But, wizards only take one apprentice, don't they?" Wenn protested, his voice rising in pitch in a way that alarmed himself. Stop sounding whiny, he chided himself. She giggled. "I guess they can take more, if they've a mind to." She replied. "Who's to stop them?" It took a moment for him to digest this, but then Wenn said. "I suppose you are correct." She nodded. "Marrat knows what he is doing." She said solemnly. "He's the most powerful wizard in the duchy." "I know that." Snapped Wenn. "Everyone knows that." Crissa was finally taken aback, and her eyes took on a slightly harder cast of blue. "Well, excuse me for making conversation." She snapped back and gave him a rather withering glare. Wenn looked away instinctively and watched the passing trees and farmsteads, the latter becoming more and more infrequent as they got farther from Morrovale. Luckily, the weather today was pleasant, a typical midsummer morning, though it did promise heat later. "Ay, you two, simmer down back there, I'll not have my passengers yelling and making a ruckus." Simon shouted over his shoulder, startling the priest who had been dozing. That worthy had nearly fallen off his perch upon the buckboard when he half jumped at the loud yell. Both of the young passengers giggled at his predicament as he flailed about for the handholds on the dash of the wagon. They chuckled a long moment before their eyes met again. "I'm sorry to sound upset." Wenn finally said. "I simply didn't expect Marrat to choose another apprentice. Especially at the same time as his choosing me." Crissa smiled again, but this one wasn't nearly as warm as her earlier ones had been, Wenn noticed, and was somewhat saddened by it. "It's okay." Crissa said. "Not many people expect a girl to be chosen, either." She looked at him, again piercing him with those blue eyes. "And I wouldn't have been, except my abilities were beginning to manifest on their own, and it frightened my parents enough to pay to have Marrat come see to me." Suddenly, Wenn was extremely interested. "Your abilities were manifesting by themselves?" He asked, a bit incredulous. She nodded. "Well, one was, anyway." She replied. "How? What?" Wenn asked, very interested now. She blushed slightly. "I suppose you'll find out when we get to Marrat's home anyway." She murmured, her expression becoming somewhat secretive. "I imagine so." Wenn said, coaxing her to speak more with widened green eyes. She leaned closer to him, close enough that he smelled honeysuckle coming from her. "I'm a bit of a mentalist." She stage whispered. "A mentalist?" Wenn said. "As in control minds?" She nodded. "I can only do one thing yet, but it does work almost every time." She said. "What's that, then?" Wenn asked, beginning to suspect her power would be very trivial and unimpressive. She gave him another look. "This means nothing, so get no ideas." She said, grinning. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind." Wenn responded, now a bit confused. She stared at him a long moment, her eyes becoming almost all he could see. He found he could not look away from her. A slight feeling of alarm began to seep into his thoughts, wondering what she was doing to him, and to his mind. Then, like a snapping of a whip, the worry was gone. He looked at her again and he wondered how he could have ever been annoyed at such a beautiful young woman. He swallowed on a parched throat and his mouth gaped open slightly. "So pretty." He murmured as he gazed upon her gleaming golden hair and icy blue eyes. Even her faint freckles were appealing beyond description, forming a lightly brushed row of dots atop her high cheekbones and the bridge of her slender nose. The tilt of the nose drew his eyes down to her lips, full, pink, and inviting him to kiss her. Wenn felt his heart pounding in his chest, like a bass drum sending out the marching cadence to an army. His breath was short, too, he noted, and tried to breathe more deeply. There was one other, very noticeable, affect she was having upon him - His trousers were very snug against his groin now. "By the one, you're gorgeous." He whispered to her, and started to sit up to lean toward her. She smiled and the entire universe contracted for Wenn, the only thing now in it was she, and her smile. The bronze nail in his hip was nothing; the smell of pickled codfish was a paltry distraction. All that mattered in the world was she, and that inviting smile. The smile was formed by those luscious lips, and he had to kiss them. He leaned forward farther and then fell back as the world came crashing down around his head. He landed hard on his rump and the nail bit into his bottom as he landed. He blinked a couple of times, and saw Crissa sitting before him, still smiling slightly, and also coated with a thin sheen of perspiration on her face and arms. Wenn was still panting, and he looked at her with renewed worry. "One protect." He whispered, his green eyes again wide, but this time with something other than interest. "That's a viciously powerful ability." He finally managed to squeak out. She nodded. Her own breathing was rather short and she seemed to be flushed a bright pink at the moment, though it was fading quickly. "You did ask for a demonstration." She said quietly, her mouth playing with the idea of a smile. Wenn forced a grin onto his face. "So I did." He said. "I simply did not expect quite such a, well, personal one." "It is the only thing I can do, or a variation of it." She said. "And I did not think you would like me to make the priest or driver irresistible to you." She giggled. "Or the horses." She added, looking between the driver and the priest toward the rumps of the two broken-down draft horses that pulled the wagon. Wenn smiled too. "I'm glad you didn't." He said. "That might make me go mad." His face went sort of blank again. Crissa realized this was his 'thinking' face. "You can do that to anyone and make them attracted to anyone else?" He finally said, his eyes growing wide. She nodded. "Yes." She said. "On the farm, at first, my parents loved it." She looked over the back of the wagon, toward her farmstead, now long out of sight. "It made breeding season quite simple for everyone." She giggled sweetly, with a minor undercurrent of mischief. "The only problem is that it doesn't only affect my chosen targets." She said, her expression taking on a slightly darker shade. "Huh?" Wenn asked. She blushed slightly again. "When I use the ability, some of the energy, or so Marrat said, rebounds back to me. The excess." "Excess?" Wenn prodded. This was very interesting stuff, he was learning of magic already, and he wasn't even halfway to Norboro. She nodded. "When I try to force two people, or animals, or what have you to like one another, it seems to take a certain amount of 'energy.'" She said. "However, when they already have some appeal to one another, the remainder that is left comes back onto me." Wenn blinked a moment. "So." He said. "If two were already halfway in love, or lust, or whatever, then half of the energy would come back?" Crissa smiled broadly. "Exactly!" She said. "It is good to speak to someone who has the mind to think like that. I tried explaining it to my father, and he simply wondered if I would be causing any more trouble." "What trouble?" Wenn asked. "It's a bit embarrassing." She said. "I'd rather not speak of it." Wenn nodded, deciding Crissa had given him enough of her secrets for the day. "I understand. Perhaps when we know one another better." He said. "I'm sure." She smiled; it was again the sunny smile he saw when she first clambered onto the wagon. He was inordinately glad to see it. At noon, or thereabouts, the wagon pulled off the road and stopped at a small farmstead. It was rather run-down looking, but they smelled stew cooking on the air. "Rest stop." Called the driver. "They'll have stew for you lot and there's privies behind the house." The priest sauntered off around the building and Crissa followed him. Wenn trailed after, sniffing at his clothes and the faint whiff of pickled codfish. The driver headed into the house and Wenn heard him talking to someone inside in his typically loud voice. The priest was done with his transaction rather quickly and headed back around the house. The outhouse was two-doored, with an inverted triangle painted on one and a long upright line with two circles on either side of it's lower end. Wenn chuckled at the crudity of the symbols, but also marveled at their obvious clarity. He entered the one the priest had come out of, the one with the 'stick and spheres.' As he dubbed them. It was a pretty typical outhouse, and had, at one point, been one open room. Someone had nailed up a sheet of presswood between the two halves. Presswood was notoriously low quality, and this piece was no exception. It was delaminating in several places and there were a couple of small holes. He eyed them dubiously as he performed his transaction with the hole in the seat. He saw a flash of movement on the other side of the pressboard and realized he could see, through one of the holes, Crissa's hip. Despite one part of his mind saying to not do so, he peered closer, changing his angle of vision. His view crept up and forward over the bare skin of her hip, to her thigh, then over the top of the thigh. He could barely see a patch of dirty blonde curls at the top of the thigh, between her legs. This was pretty much all he had ever seen of a girl's private places, though, and he felt his organ respond to the visual stimulation. He was a typical eighteen year old, and his cock hardened at the slightest provocation. This was no slight provocation, he decided, stroking gently on his rod. The pubic hairs moved slightly as Crissa shifted beyond the pressboard and he moved his eye closer to the hole. He saw a bit more of the hairs now and could even make out the top of the crease that split her crotch. He felt his impending orgasm building quickly as he stroked his pole, and began to pull harder and faster upon it. Crissa shifted again, seeming to prepare to be finished with her needs in the outhouse. Her thighs parted a goodly way as she moved to reach for something. Paper, perhaps, he thought. As they parted his view improved markedly. He was now seeing the parts of a woman's anatomy that he had never laid eyes upon before. Her narrow slit, and the folds that surrounded it were clearly visible, as was the tiny bud of her clitoris. He had heard of these things, talking with other boys, but had never seen any himself. They were all pink, and very soft looking. He noted that his throat was very parched again and tried to swallow as he furiously stroked his cock with his hand. He came just as she closed her legs, semen spraying out of his organ forcefully and splattering the wall of the outhouse. He looked over at it and watched as another spray shot forth. He'd never come so hard before, either. But then again, Wenn had never had a fully exposed woman's vagina to stimulate him before, either. When he glanced back to the other half, she was not to be seen, and the door of her side was clacking against the building. Wenn wiped up the semen with some of the paper, thoughtfully provided by the house owner, and put his organ away, already growing flaccid with a sense of accomplishment. Crissa was just turning around the corner of the house when he came out of the outhouse. However, when he came to the door of the house, she was holding it for him, waiting. A smile crossed her face as he passed her into the house and she followed him in. He was beginning to like her friendliness, he decided. The two sat with each other at one of the remaining of the three tables in the kitchen. Obviously, this farmstead supplemented its income by feeding wayfarers. As they all ate, three other men came in, wearing armor and carrying the weapons of soldiery. They paid their tuppence and sat down and began digging into their stew heartily. They were eating in relative silence, listening to the soldiers chat among themselves. Finally, though, between slurps of stew, Crissa looked up and locked eyes with Wenn. "I saw you peeking at me." She said. Wenn almost spit stew at her, but managed to choke it down and only cough a little. "What?" He whispered. She grinned broadly. "I saw you peeking at me in the outhouse." She whispered in return. "You nearly put your eye right up to the hole." Wenn was now crimson, and his ears were burning fiercely. She put her hand atop his. "Don't worry about it." She said quietly. "I was peeking too." He blinked a moment. "You saw . . .?" She nodded at his unfinished question. "All of it, yes." She said. "Even when you spent." Wenn was mortified. "By the One's grace I apologize, Crissa." He said. "I couldn . . .." She patted his hand again. "I said it was okay." She whispered. "It's partly my fault anyway. I did ensorcel you earlier, and parts of it may still be in your mind. And, remember, I was looking through a different hole, but just about as hard." She added. "Speaking of hard." She giggled. "That was quite a show." Stunned into quiet, Wenn just slurped stew for a few more moments. "You don't mind?" He asked after a long pause. "No." She said. "I enjoyed it as much as you did." She said. "It's not like I met a lot of young men on the farm, you know. And you're a rather good-looking one, in addition." He slowly let a smile creep into his lips. "Well, okay then." He finally said. "I'm glad I could be of some entertainment." He noticed her hand was still atop his on the table, and it felt very warm. She giggled. "More than a little." She said. "It was quite informative." "Oh? How so?" Wenn asked, suddenly intrigued again. Crissa sat down her spoon, and stood up. "Outside, where we can speak freely." She said, then walked out the door, dropping her bowl onto a handcart just inside the entrance. Wenn followed her a moment later, not wanting to seem too eager, or at least not as eager as he felt. She was sitting in the shade of a small pear tree when he came out, leaning with her back to the trunk. He sat against the same tree, next to her. She turned toward him, and still spoke quietly, but more loudly than they had inside. "Well," she said, "I know now how large a man's organ is. And how to work one, should the need arise." He gaped at her a moment. "You've never seen one?" He asked. She nodded. "Well, never one hard." She leaned closer. "I never knew they were so large." "How big did you think them to be?" Wenn asked. She giggled. "Like my thumb." She said, holding out her upraised thumb. Wenn laughed at that, too. "No, they do go larger than that, I'm sure." "So I saw!" Crissa said. "A lot larger." She looked at him earnestly. "Yours was as thick around as my wrist, and as long as my hand. Now I know why losing one's maidenhood hurts." He nodded. He had played silly games with other lads before and knew he was, perhaps, a bit larger than most, though not nearly as large as some. Feldare Tales: Dual Apprenticeship "Mine is good sized." He said. She grinned at him. "Are you bragging or being humble?" She asked. He grinned back. "I'll never tell." He said. Her face took on a look of assumed petulance. "I could just give one of those big, muscular soldiers in there a quick taste of my powers and find out." She said. He looked at her. "They may not back off as readily as I, either, though." Wenn replied. She nodded slowly. "True." She said. "Perhaps I will wish him to not back off." "Okay, okay." Wenn said. "Before we start really arguing. It's a bit larger than most." He said. Crissa nodded. "I suspected as much." She replied, her face adopting, now, an expression of satisfaction. He looked at her a long moment. "Yours was the first I'd seen, as well." He said. She looked at him. "A town boy, and you've not seen a woman's privates?" She gaped slightly. "I don't believe you. From what I've heard, those girls run around in nothing but short skirts and only half wear loincloths" He shrugged. "Believe what you wish, but I say it was first." Wenn replied. "And if half wear no loincloths, then it was the half I didn't know." Crissa giggled at him. "Did you like it, then?" She asked. He nodded. "Yes, it was quite arousing." He replied. "Though I've none to compare it to, it seemed very much like something to be desired." She giggled at that. "Then we both enjoyed our mutual show." She said. "And no foul, no harm done." Simon came out of the house, with the priest in tow. "Load up!" He yelled, and the two young people clambered into the bed of the wagon as he and the priest climbed onto the buckboard. Soon, they were trundling down the road, the wagon bouncing and tossing them about a little. She was smiling slightly the whole time as they traveled, and he found it very pleasant, as well, despite the midday heat beating down on them. She glanced up to the buckboard and then back at Wenn. "It's warm out today." She said, sliding her dress up her legs slightly, ostensibly to give them cool air. Wenn's eyes widened a bit. "Yeah." He agreed. "Very warm." She had lifted the hem to her knees, smiling at him. Then lifted her knees from the deck of the wagon. He gaped openly as she exposed herself to him, blatantly and wantonly. Her eyes watched his as he kept looking down at her exhibited maidenhood. He glanced back up at her eyes for a moment. "Why are you doing that?" He whispered. She smiled more broadly. "I'd rather you look openly, than sneak peeks in privies." She whispered back. "Have a look, if you like." He did have a look, a long look. For the greater part of ten minutes he stared at her spread and lifted legs before she once again lowered them. The feeling of disappointment he was sensing must have shown on his face, for she said. "Fear not, I am sure you will see my nethers again." He grinned. "Thank you." He replied, unsure of the proper etiquette in such a situation. "You're welcome." She said. Then whispered again. "You could show me how much you liked it." An expression of shock suffused his face, but he was rather aroused, he had to admit. If he pressed back against the sideboard of the wagon, neither of the people in the front could see but his legs. He pressed back and slowly untied the flap of his trousers. As he did this, he noted her stare, and the eager look in her own eyes. Had his seemed so eager? He imagined they did. He could not believe he was doing this, but was unable to stop himself now. She had held up her end of the unarranged deal, it was his turn. The last knot came loose and his organ was released from the cloth. Her eyes widened this time, and he noted that she was smiling as he took hold of it. He slowly began to stroke the shaft of his semi-hard cock, still somewhat disbelieving that he was doing this before a girl he barely knew. Nervousness or some other reservation seemed to keep him from achieving a full erection, and she sensed this, or so he supposed. She once again lifted her legs and spread them apart, showing him her delicate womanly parts. She even reclined back against her own sideboard and slouched a bit, so that he had a total and perfect view of every thing, including the entrance and the tiny pucker of her rectum That was enough for him. His organ almost instantly swelled to full hardness in his hand and then it went past that, something new, he discovered. It was now painfully hard, the veins on the surface bulging and the head turning almost purple. Her smile broadened as she watched it grow. One of her hands had moved around her side and up under her leg. The fingertips of that hand were moving very close to her slit now, over the smooth flesh of her rump. He watched in amazement as she rubbed those fingertips over her pink entrance, then slid one finger into the slit there. When she pulled that finger out, it glistened with her juices and he gasped when she brought it to her mouth and sucked on it. The smile she had been wearing was now rather mischievous, and she now had her eyes half-lidded. He was not certain, but he thought this was an expression of arousal. Her hand returned to her cunt, and then slipped two fingers into it, rubbing the button of her clitoris with her thumb. Her mouth opened slightly and she closed her eyes fully. His own cock would have spent long ago, had he not just relieved himself in the outhouse. Even still, it was nearly to that point again. He slowed his strokes, not wishing to come just yet. She opened her eyes again and pulled her fingers forth from her wet opening. He actually heard a slight slurping sound as she took them out. She grinned up toward Simon and Menlo, and leaned forward, coming up onto her feet in a squatting position. She gave him an inquiring look as she looked at the two very wet fingers. He nodded and she held them out to him, just before his mouth. He could smell her scent on them, a mix of honeysuckle and something more animal, musky. As he opened his mouth and moved forward, he tasted them and found it quite to his liking, enough so that he spent immediately upon closing his lips around the long, slender fingers. She looked down at his squirting cock and smiled. "Very nice." She whispered, then started moving back to her seat again. Before she moved far, though, she reached one hand down and grabbed his organ, just for a second, but long enough to cause him to moan as it threatened to stiffen again. Crissa lowered her long legs again and pulled her dress down to its normal, ankle length. She watched as he tied up his fly again, binding his organ behind thin twine and cloth. After he had finished that, he used a handkerchief to clean up his spend from the burlap of the flour beneath him and off the deck where it had squirted. She giggled, now that it was safe, and touched her own ankle, just above the low, soft shoe she was wearing. There were several large drops of semen there, one large enough to run down her ankle in a slowly moving line. He handed her the handkerchief and she nodded in thanks wiping the come from her ankle. "Thanks again." He whispered. "Thank you." She responded, handing him back his little piece of cloth. "Do you still think being a co-apprentice with me will be so odious?" She asked. "By the One, no." He said, heartily. "Something tells me I'm going to be quite happy to be anywhere near you." She grinned. "I hope so, because I like being near you." She responded. "You have a very kind mind, and a quite naughty one, too." She added. "You can read minds?" He asked. "I thought you could only do the lust thing." She nodded. "To others, yes, but I can feel people's minds, sometimes, especially people I like, or have something in common with." "And what do you have in common with me?" He asked. "We were both playing with ourselves at each other, it's a powerful bond." She whispered, and when you sucked the juices from my fingers, I got a flash of your mind." He chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it." He said. "I did." She said. "You're very sweet. That's what I felt." She looked at him long and hard, her blue eyes penetrating him. "You should not try so hard to seem worldly, let it come naturally." She added, finally. He nodded. "Perhaps you are right, Crissa." He said. "You're a wise young woman." Crissa tilted her head. "I hope so, because poor choices in men can cause all sorts of ill fate in women." "You've chosen me?" Wenn asked. "For now, yes." She replied. "At least for as long as I can foresee. And, naturally, assuming you desire my attentions." He nodded. "Of course I do." He said, quietly. "Why would I not?" She grinned. "Because, I'm a witch." She said. "With mind powers." She widened her eyes theatrically. He scoffed by chuckling. "Well, I will be a wizard soon, and I'll be able to handle a witch, out of hand." - - - The sun was starting to get rather low in the sky when the wagon pulled into the enclosure of a low wall. The wall surrounded a large wayfarer's inn. It was dubbed The Stumbling Horse. As they clambered off the wagon, several of the staff came out and grabbed off goods from the back, supplies for the remote inn. It was more like a small town; there was a smithy, a general store, and the inn itself. It must have a population of fifty, itself, Wenn thought as he wandered around. Crissa caught up with him after a quick visit to the privy. She walked alongside him, and he realized how nice it was to have her there. She was really quite attractive, if not the earth shattering beauty he had seen when she had ensorcled him. And she did smell good. After they walked some ways around the compound, he groped for her hand, hoping she would take it. She did. This sent a thrill up his arm and down his spine that rivaled the first touch of her hand on his spent cock. This meant more, he knew. He turned and smiled at her, and she turned to him. "Yes, you can kiss me." She said, her smile widening. Wenn stopped walking. "Reading my mind again?" He asked, turning to face toward her. She turned to him, moving very close to him. She was tall, he noticed at this point, almost as tall as he, a very tall, lean girl. "No." She said, taking his other hand, as well. "I can see it in your eyes." He moved even closer to her, and their faces were just a couple of inches apart, he could not even focus upon her visage, and wanted nothing else in the world to be the point of his focus right now. They both tilted their heads to the right, which was convenient, and moved forward. Soon their lips met and they shared a long kiss. Wenn felt like someone had dipped his feet into a puddle and put an iron rod in his mouth during a lightning storm. Electricity flowed through his body, and down to his feet. Then it lanced back up to his mind, where it filled it with thoughts of Crissa. The shock rebounded in his skull for a half moment, then cut a jagged path down his body again to his manhood, which responded like a viper striking, it pushed forth with such sudden force that Crissa's eyes opened in surprise, feeling it against her pelvis. "My word." She said as they parted lips. "Such a reaction." He blushed slightly, glancing down at his stretched pants front. "Sorry, I can't help it." Wenn said. She giggled. "I don't mean you, Wenn." She replied. "I think I need another handkerchief." She whispered as two men walked past carrying the barrel of pickled codfish, the man on one end grousing that it was leaking. He stared at her a moment. Wenn, up until this day, did not know that women were just as interested in things sexual as men, they simply did not make quite the fuss about it. This epiphany came to him suddenly, and caused him to smile. His eyes changed too, perhaps forever, for they would never see girls the same again. Some boys might see this as some advantage to have over women folk. But, as Crissa said, he was a kind soul. It, to him, meant that he should not fear them, and he should love them. He leaned forward and kissed her again. She more than welcomed it, returning the kiss. But now, her hands came loose of his and he felt her put her arms around his chest, pulling them tightly together. He moved his own arms around her shoulders and neck. They kissed for quite a long time, and eventually, he worked up the courage to try to give his tongue to her. He need not have worried; she welcomed the tongue, and offered hers in return. The kiss may well have lasted ten minutes, but to these two young new lovers, it was a moment, a single passing second that neither wished to end. Instinctively, they knew it would never be quite the same again, with each other, or anyone else. When they finally parted lips again, neither of them was too steady on their feet. The sun had now set, and it was starting to get dark. They made their wobbly way toward the inn's door. Holding hands again. As they entered, Simon looked over at them, noting the hand-holding. "Well, that was quick." He said, chuckling. "You'd be amazed how often it happens though." His face took on a thoughtful expression. "Wagons are apparently very romantic things." He mused. "That brings me to what I needed to talk to you about." He said, almost yelling over the rather boisterous crowd in the inn's common room. "I only have one room reserved for my trips through, as I've usually only got male passengers." The two youths looked at him with confused faces. "Either the young lady here, or you have to sleep in the common room." Simon said. "Unless you've a mind to share a room, which I daresay is a possibility, given that hand-holding." The two gaped at him a moment, rather stunned by his open statement. "You'd let us do that?" Crissa asked. Simon laughed boisterously, grabbing up a beer and taking a long pull before replying. He was still chuckling around the foam on his mustache when he came up for air. "Missy, you're of age, and about to go become a wizard," he said. "I ain't your daddy, and that lad ain't my son. If you two have a mind to do whatever the hell comes naturally, then have at it. From what I've heard, you can more than decide for yourself, being able to turn a man's mind into mush and all." He thought a moment. "If you'd rather be talked out of something, then you, maybe, aught to talk to the priest." The couple looked at each other a long second, then Crissa said. "We will share a room." Simon chuckled into his mug again. "You know, lass, it's usually the laddie who says that." He said. She blinked. "I wish to spend the night with Wenn as much as he with me." She replied. "Why should he make all the decisions?" A broad smile crossed the driver's face, causing his mustache to straighten. "Lad, you're gonna have hell with this one." He said to Wenn. "Not that I wouldn't swap places with you in a heartbeat. I'll go tell the innkeeper." Crissa smiled over at Wenn. "That easy, hmm?" She asked. He nodded. "I suppose so." He answered. "I guess we are of age. And we are certainly away from home." He added this last part as a pair of men wrestled each other out the front doorway and into the darkened courtyard. Several other patrons followed them out, cheering and placing side-wagers. A few moments later, Simon returned to them, with a fresh mug and a smile. "It's the third room at the top of the stairs, on the left." He said. "Its only got the one bed, but I suspect that's just fine, hey?" Crissa nodded, then jabbed Wenn in the ribs with her elbow when he did not. His assent came quickly after that, along with a grimace. "If it's a very narrow bed," she said, "then all the better." Simon chuckled again. "In for hell lad." He repeated and took his leave, shaking his head as he walked away. The two grabbed some mutton off the sheep roasting on an open fire pit, and a bowl full of steamed potatoes. Sitting at a recently unoccupied table just after the barmaid cleared it, they began to eat. The barmaid soon brought over a pair of beer steins. Inside was mead, though, not beer. At Crissa and Wenn's curious looks, the barmaid pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. "Simon paid for them, said you two needed liquid courage, and that mead's better than beer for this sort of night." She said, then grinned at the couple. "Good luck." She said, spinning away from the table. Her skirt flirted with everyone as she sauntered away, swinging her hips in the way only barmaids apparently can without something dislocating. "Is everyone going to know about us tonight?" Wenn asked rhetorically. Crissa frowned a little, then brightened. "I don't know, let me find out." Before he could stop her, she had stood upon the chair, then upon their table, carefully avoiding the mugs, bowls, and plates. People peered at her from around the room with interest, wondering what this young lass was up to. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" Crissa shouted, the crowd quieted and more eyes turned to her. "Quiet please!" Finally, the room fell into silence as she stood and inhaled deeply. "I have an announcement." She said, her voice clear and strong in the large room. She had every eye in the house now, and knew it. "In a little while, this handsome young man and I are going to go upstairs." She said. This drew a smattering of desultory applause. "Now mind you, we're both virgins." She announced as Wenn's face turned crimson, and there were several shouts of questionable practical application. "So it's liable to be messy, brutal, and short." A rousing round of laughter to that, and several mugs clanked together as people toasted those attributes. "When we come down, I will be a woman, and this lad will be a man." She announced. There were several men who observed that it took more than that to make a man. She turned toward them. "Believe me, sirs, when I'm done with him, he'll either be a man or dead!" The crowd went wild upon that utterance, loud cheers and no little breaking crockery followed. Wenn found himself the subject of much back pounding and quick advice receiving. Crissa came down from her high platform and finished her mutton and potatoes, while nodding to other people giving her advice, mainly the barmaids. One barmaid offered to 'warm him up,' as if he were a cold inn room. Crissa considered this offer and opted to warm him herself this once. Wenn was kissed by one barmaid on the cheek, a rather busty wench who told him if he managed to wear out the pretty lass, she'd give him opportunity to finish up. The common room slowly settled down to more nominal levels of boisterousness. Which was still pretty high by most town tavern standards. The smoke was thinning somewhat as some of the merry-makers headed to their rooms, or the semi-permanent homes along the outer periphery of the palisade wall. Wenn finally asked. "Why did you do that?" He was not upset, just confused. She grinned at him. "Why does everyone want to skulk about with their sexuality?" She asked. "Us losing our virginity is a BIG deal. Why shouldn't that joyfulness be shared with everyone?" She looked around the crowd. "They wish us well in our endeavor, isn't that good?" He nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his face. "I guess it is." He finally admitted. "I mean it is a bit shameful to have to sneak up to do something that is both natural and supposed to be a hell of a lot of fun." She touched the side of her nose, then pointed at him. "Exactly." She said. Crissa drained her mead and sat down her mug. "Are you ready, Wenn?" He chuckled and said. "Now and yes." It took her a long moment before grinning. "Smart ass." She said. "You'll have to do extra stuff for that horrid pun." Wenn stood up and said. "I look forward to each chore you assign." And executed a rather convincing bow. Feldare Tales: Dual Apprenticeship Crissa grabbed his hand and led him to the stairs. Most of the crowd had moved on to their own business, but a few noted the couple's exit and cheered after them calling out one or two more interesting, but possibly anatomically impossible suggestions. Up the narrow staircase they went, Crissa giggling while trying to imagine the actual positions that had just been described at them. They found the third door to the left after they topped the stairs. Wenn pushed it open. It was a tiny cubicle, only barely large enough for the bed and a small table. "Nice place." Wenn groused. Crissa looked over his shoulder. "I see a bed, what more are we going to need?" She asked him. "There's the floor if you wish to get creative, and the table." She took the opportunity of peering over his shoulder to kiss his neck, right in the back, where his short brown hair left bare skin between it and his collar. He twitched at the kiss, so she decided to lick up his neck to his earlobe. Wenn moaned as she moved up his neck, then onto the ear. "That feels marvelous." He said quietly, tilting his head to the side and tensing the tendons on that side of his neck. She giggled. "It's supposed to, silly." She said, pushing gently on his backside with both hands. "Into the room, stud." He went in and turned about upon reaching the little table. "Crissa, I have to say you're very, uh, assured all of a sudden." Wenn said, his voice rather nervous. She looked at him a second or two. "Why shouldn't I be?" She asked. "You're a handsome man, and we're going to be working together for a long while. Why shouldn't we become very close friends?" Wenn backed up a step as she approached him, his butt pressing against the little table. "I just don't want to rush you." He said, looking back and finding himself out of running room. "I don't want you to regret it." Crissa smiled. "I won't." She said. "I'm sure of that." Though, suddenly, she was a bit less bold and forward, and stopped advancing toward him. He put his arms around her shoulders again, and moved forward to kiss her. She leaned back as he approached and met his lips, but he felt something not quite right in the kiss. He pulled away. "What's wrong?" Wenn asked her, his eyes soft with concern. She looked at him. "I'm nervous." She said. He chuckled. "So am I." He agreed. "I mean, it was one thing to fool around a little. But, this is the real thing, if we go through with it." She nodded, looking at the bed. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to." She turned her icy gaze back onto him. "I really do. But, I'm afraid we'll do it wrong, or something else will happen, or it will hurt too much and I'll be ba . . .." Her babble was interrupted by his lips covering hers. She gasped as he pressed to her, but she soon just relaxed as she realized he WAS simply kissing her. She suddenly found the whole situation unbelievably funny, and started giggling, while they were still kissing. He pulled away again and looked at her. "I thought so!" He said, triumphantly, a wide smile crossing his face. She looked at him as if he were insane for a moment, then smiled. "What?" She asked. "You're picking up on emotions around you." Wenn explained, gesticulating wildly. "That's why you got so brazen downstairs and announced our intentions to the whole bar. The crowd was rowdy, so you joined them." Crissa blinked after him a few seconds, her own head filling with excitement. "Oh my." She said quietly. "I've never noticed that before." Wenn looked at her. "You couldn't have known, your family doesn't do that, do they?" He asked. "Do what?" Crissa asked. "Get all rowdy, or excited, or laughing their butts off." He explained. "They're pretty relaxed people, I bet, few really strong emotions." She nodded. "We're not terribly demonstrative, I suppose." She said. "But we do feel love and loyalty deeply for one another, I promise you." She realized she was growing a bit defensive, but he was right, in general. Wenn realized she was uncomfortable, and stopped the gloating as best he could. "Okay, sorry." He said. "I don't mean to speak ill of your family. I'm very sure they're great people." His face brightened. "They did produce one wonderful daughter." He concluded with a grin. She smiled too. Then her face went deadpan with an obvious effort. "By the One!" She screamed. Am I going to be allowed to have my own emotions?" Her face suffused with red, as she grew angry. Wenn touched her shoulder, and she shrugged him away. "I need a moment to think, Wenn, sorry." She said and sat upon the bed. "You want me to leave?" He asked. His good mood evaporated like water left on the boil for too long. A quick shake of Crissa's head was the only reply he received. Wenn leaned back onto the little table, looking down at his feet. He was upset that he had upset her, and now felt pretty rotten about having ruined her night. His own night, he could bear, but she had seemed pretty worked up. But was that her? He wondered. Her head rose from her hands. "Stop that." She said, her own face rather miserable looking, and her eyes nearing the point of tears. "You're not helping, standing there and feeling up the place." There was a momentary pause as words sank into heads, and were processed. Then Wenn snorted. He held it a second, then laughed, looking up at Crissa. "Feeling up the place?" He said, laughing from deep down in his belly. He looked at her askance. "You really just said that?" She began to giggle. "Yes." She said. "Making things harder to figure out." She started belly laughing as well. The tears that were welling in her eyes fell now, but were happy tears. They laughed a good, long time before finally settling down to occasional chuckles. "Come, Wenn, sit by me." She finally said, after she stopped laughing. He walked over and sat next to Crissa. She scooted over to close the little distance he had put between them. Her smile was now somewhat predatory. "I want to try something." She said. Wenn nodded. "What?" "Are you really attracted to me?" She asked, her eyes fluttering comically. A soft chuckle and a nod were her response. "I want to see what happens if I try to amplify that." She said. "If you're willing." Wenn thought a moment. "Well, its not like there is something it will make me do that I don't wish to already." Crissa giggled and turned on the bed to face him, tucking her dress up under her knees, and inhaling deeply. Wenn turned also, facing her, folding his legs beneath him. She smiled softly and stared into his eyes. Again the world began to grow hazy around him, except Crissa, who became more than crystal clear in his vision. He was seeing her more closely, and more perfectly. Her pretty face became, once again, unbearably beautiful, with incredibly soft-looking hair, and unbelievably blue eyes. He sighed as she smiled, then she smiled more broadly, her lips invited him to kiss her. This time he did. The effect was like being kicked by a mule. Energy shot between them, not simply the sensation of energy, but real, nearly solid force. Both of them attempted to recoil, but their lips would not part, the kiss maintained, and they pulled together again. Crissa moaned softly as his tongue parted her full, pink lips, her hand went through his cropped hair, dragging her nails along his scalp. They kissed for a very long time, neither knew quite how long. When they pulled apart, she sighed. "Wow." She said, shaking her head to clear it. Wenn nodded agreement. "Yeah, wow." He said. His mouth was numb, he noted and looked at her again. "That was incredible. What happened?" She looked at him. "I think, since I get back what isn't needed to make you want me, and you already want me, it simply finished filling you up." She explained. "Then the rest came to me. But, since I also already want you, it filled me, then flashed back, then forth and so on." She was smiling while she spoke. The left over just jumped back and forth until we could absorb it. "Well, all I know is it was amazing." Wenn said. "It felt like a lightning stroke looks." Crissa nodded. "It did." Her expression grew smoky. "It had other effects on me, too." She turned her face slightly downward but looked upward at him. "How about you?" Wenn nodded. "Yes." He said. "Very much so." Grabbing his head in both hands, and springing at him, Crissa totally surprised him and bore him over onto his back, with her atop him. She kissed him deeply and passionately, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He could have sworn she was growling there for a brief moment. But soon did not care if she felt like barking. He grabbed her ponytail and took hold of her by it, returning the kiss with equal fire to hers. One of her hands was now running down his side, then over his stomach, with a very obvious destination. He squirmed to make sure she had access to that spot should she wish it. She did, and found it quite handily. Her long, slender fingers closed over the crotch of his pants and squeezed hard. "Mine." She growled and pulled at the strings blindly until something came loose. It took her a full half-minute to simply untie the main knot, but she was nothing if not persistent. The string slid loose, and Crissa yanked with such fierce strength that she pulled it through all the eyelets in his pants in one motion, causing him to squeak in dismay. She looked at him, pulling away. "You're not hurt are you?" She asked. "No, I guess not." Wenn said, smiling. "Good, then don't whimper." She replied, her eyes returning to their ultra blue hue. Her fingers slipped under his fly and gripped his organ, squeezing it firmly in her grip. "One's rage, this is going to feel good." She groaned as she stroked it, pulling it free of his pants and looking at its thickness and length. "Very good." She repeated and lowered her face toward his swollen cock. As he gasped she took him almost to the root down her throat, swallowing his organ's head and most of the shaft. She groaned again as it nearly gagged her then pulled back up. "Very, very good." She said and dropped her mouth over it again, this time mashing her face into his groin as she swallowed his entire length. Spittle slid over the skin of his balls and they grew quickly cold as she panted through her nose, even with his entire cock buried in her mouth. He could not believe what he was feeling. He was already nearing climax from the simple wicked pleasure of her soft mouth and harder palette rubbing on the shaft of his pole. When she made a swallowing motion, something deep in her throat contracted over the head, sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. "I will spend soon if you do . . .." He started to say but she swallowed again, then again, silencing him. He yelled out in ecstasy as he spent his semen into her throat, and felt her continue to swallow, repeatedly. She was grunting as she did this, and her eyes were locked on his. She did not release her grip upon his manhood, though, and continued making the motions with her throat and neck until she was confident his erection was not going to fade. She lifted her head from his groin then, in a long, smooth motion that left him panting as she finally released it from her lips. "One's praise." Wenn said. "That was amazing." His eyes were wide with wonder and pleasure, in equal measure. She grinned up at him. "You liked that?" She said, lifting his tunic off of his torso and kissing his chest and taking a playful nibble at one nipple, never taking one of her hands from his cock's shaft, stroking it the entire time, keeping it attentive and ready. "Wait until the real thing." He leaned forward, finally able to move again, and grabbed the waist of her dress. She finally released his organ, but only long enough to allow him to lift the dress from her body, and reveal her in her nude glory. He took in her fair skin and long, lithe legs, and her narrow, but very much female hips and slender waist. "You are beautiful." He whispered, regarding her body, and touching her on her breast and hip. She looked him over; he was a bit skinny, but not badly built, with decent muscle tone and nice, broad shoulders. He ran her tongue over his chest and squirmed to his touch. "Do you wish me to, well, return the favor?" Wenn asked, eyeing her nether region. Crissa grinned widely. "I wish it greatly." She said, turning over, but keeping her grip on his pole. He moved over her body and held his head directly over her patch of golden blonde pubic hairs. She spread her legs, helpfully, revealing the entirety of her opening and its surrounding soft flesh. He inhaled deeply and dove down toward it just as eagerly as she had done to him. She cried out as his tongue slipped over her exposed labia and then between them and into her very wet slit. "Wenn." She said, repeatedly when he finally discovered her clitoris and began to lap and suck at it as the other boys had said to do. Soon, she was writhing and bucking up toward him like a wild thing, grinding her pelvis against his mouth and lips and groaning as she squeezed his cock's root mercilessly, almost to the verge of pain, not that he would have cared, at this point. After what seemed like only a few moments, she screamed full volume, causing Wenn's ears to ring slightly in sympathetic harmony. Her entire body pushed upward, lifting his upper body up, off the mattress. She held the pose, whimpering slightly, then collapsed after another half dozen heartbeats. She lay there panting, and still holding his organ, which she had, from how it felt, nearly pulled free from his pelvis. Her grip was slackened now, though, and her fingers twitched in time with her long legs and pelvis. "I think the whole inn heard that." She sighed as she finally began to move voluntarily again. Wenn smiled down at her, his face slick with her juices and his own saliva. "I don't care." He said. "It was worth it." She giggled. "It sure was." She replied, sitting up slowly, almost delicately, but still refusing to relinquish her grasp upon his shaft. "Now." She said, eyeing his still swollen manhood and its taut-looking purple head. "We do the real thing." Shoving him over with her free hand, she pushed him onto his back. "Do you mind me controlling the entry?" She asked, moving one long thigh over his waist, and bringing that knee down astride him, like mounting a pony. Wenn shook his head. "I think I shall be in paradise no matter who is on top." He said quietly, his entire body savoring the anticipation of the coming part of their evening. Her eyes flashed almost like blue flames. "As I will be, too, my lover." She murmured as she lifted her hips into the air over his pelvis, and aimed his organ toward her ready entrance. She started to move down, feeling the bulbous head of his cock pressing into her slowly. Gasping for air, and blinking a lot, she moved down a little more, then stopped. It was beginning to hurt slightly and she wanted to savor even the pain of her own deflowering. The pulse of his heart was being echoed in his swollen and engorged cock, the large vein on the top throbbing in time. She pushed down a bit farther, her eyes opening wide as the pain intensified as her Hymen began to tear. She continued pushing his thick cock into herself, letting her own weight rip her hymen apart and sighing as the pain of its passing wash over her. Then it was past. She felt a sudden lack of pain. She had weathered the hardest part of losing her innocence and was on the downward slope of the hill now. She grinned down at Wenn, who had patiently been letting her take things at her own pace. He was, as he had said, in paradise no matter how long she took. He smiled up at her. "Is it as you wished?" He asked. She nodded. "More than." She said. She grinned more widely and relaxed her thighs completely. Her weight drove her down onto his pelvis and she felt his wide head plowing into her, opening the way for the rest of his long shaft. She groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she bottomed out, and her bottom rested on his thighs. He was fully within her now, feeling the warmth and softness of a woman down his entire length and the gentle squeezing of the entrance muscles of her vagina, and the wet slickness of the walls. It was amazing, and it was definitely something that he would remember forever, this first time within a woman. Her slender fingers were moving over his chest as she began to rock back and forth, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris and moving his shaft into and back out of her deep insides, that he had opened. Over the next several moments, her movements became more hasty, and her breathing shallower. She was being more vocal, now, as well, grunting and moaning with each motion. Soon after that, she was pushing hard against his groin and her juices were coating his balls and even a little was running onto his thighs and into his pubic hairs. He felt her body convulse in his hands as he gripped her waist and she lowered her upper body to kiss him. As their lips met, she released her power again upon them. The energy rebounded between the two lovers, arcing through her nipples, to his, through their joined pelvises, down their thighs, and back to their heads, rebounding through them over and over, heightening their ecstasy and causing them to both climax violently. Her vagina clamped down so hard, it would leave a bruise for them to mull over the next few days. His tongue felt like it was a mile long in her mouth, and it seemed to probe her to her stomach. She screamed so loudly this time, the windowpanes vibrated in their frames. He sensed her nipples stroking against his chest and leaving glowing trails of heat and pleasure behind them, and where he was fully within her, he felt his cock's head bulge hugely and spill forth a gout of semen so powerfully that they both gasped. "Wow." She said as they both recovered from the immense release he and she had just shared. She looked down at him, noting bright red lines on his chest and that his curly hair was nearly straight now. He was panting along with her and they both had lost at least a pint of water to sweating. She felt it running down her neck and back, and sliding down her cleavage between her breasts. He looked at her a long moment, trying to figure her out, something was amiss, but he could not place it. She turned to regard the window, having heard the panes rattle earlier, even over her loud outburst. Her hair was no longer dirty blonde, it had lightened several shades to honey blonde, and the ponytail was no longer bound back, but her hair was free and flowed over her shoulders. "You lost your tie for your pony tail." He said. "And, your hair has changed color." Crissa took hold of a thick bundle of her hair and looked at it a moment. "So it has." She said. "Interesting." She murmured, her eyes half-lidded. She was fading fast and beginning to look very tired. "I need something to drink." She said, slowly lifting herself off his still half-hard cock. It came loose and he looked down at his slightly bloodied cock, and at the semen sliding from her. She laid down beside him, on her side, one hand caressing his shoulder. "I'll go get something." He said quietly, and she smiled at him. "Thank you, I'm suddenly very tired." She whispered, her eyes barely open at all now. Wenn slipped from the bed and pulled on his pants. It took a little searching to find his cord to tie the fly back up with, finally discovering it draped over the door handle. He slipped his tunic over his head, and padded out the door. He started down the stairs, noting a rather obvious absence of noise down there. The fire still burned brightly in the huge round fireplace. As he got to the bottom of the stairs, his eyes refused to make sense of the scene at first. There were people sprawled out all over the place, their clothes gone, and scattered willy nilly all over the room. A bodice was hanging from the chandelier and there were shoes stacked in a pyramid atop one table.