Reader discretion: This chapter is a little steamy.
Annabelle felt someone gently nudging her while she slept, however she didn’t feel like she was done sleeping yet, so instead of opening her eyes, she grunted, “Go away.”
“It’s time to get up, my sweet,” Lydia’s sexy but dangerous voice whispered in her ear.
“I’m sweeter when I get to sleep.”
Lydia landed a healthy swat to Annabelle’s backside. “We need to get moving. Come on, get up,” she said dropping the sugary sweet tone she used to stir Annabelle awake.
“Ow…” Annabelle mumbled as she slowly opened an eye and saw Lydia turned with her back to her, getting a fire ready. She stuck out her tongue at her.
“Are you trying to catch flies with that tongue?” Lydia said chuckling as she put a tiny frying pan over the fire.
Annabelle closed her mouth and spluttered. “What? How did…”
“I saw your reflection, genius,” Lydia said, pointing at small mirror laying next to her sleeping bag.
“You put that there on purpose,” Annabelle accused as she got out of her sleeping bag.
Lydia gave a snort as she started scrambling eggs while bits of bread where floating in the air, toasting over a flame.
Annabelle sat up rubbing her eyes. It was after noon, but they had walked all night, taking advantage of the darkness. The previous night they had walked for hours in the dark, trying to get as far away as possible from the school. They had set up a tent in a clearing and Lydia had cast several protective enchantments around it, to make sure that they were hidden from others.
The tent was pretty amazing. It was round and tall, and it had a place in the centre that was meant for a cooking fire. This was where Lydia was now seated, making them breakfast whilst Annabelle dragged herself out of bed.
She still couldn’t believe that Octavia Sprytt had been her saviour the previous night. The woman who had shouted at the students, punished them if they had spoken up against her propaganda history lessons; how could she be working with Alexis? She had played her part well.
“Shouldn’t we wait until it gets dark before we move?” she asked, crossing her fingers that it made enough sense for Lydia to let her lay back down.
“Actually, after we’ve eaten, I am going to teach you how to make a new potion.”
“What potion?” Annabelle asked, somewhat interested.
“A camouflage potion, often referred to as the chameleon potion. It will allow the drinker to blend in with the surrounding environment for an hour.”
“That sounds pretty awesome,” Annabelle admitted.
“It is,” Lydia said, smiling. “Now come over here and eat.”
Annabelle sat down next to her.
“Gwen would never have taught me a potion that cool. I bet she doesn’t even know fun potions like that exist!”
She took the plate Lydia handed to her, and they sat in silence and ate for a while. Annabelle was still a little tired and so not very chatty. Lydia broke the silence.
“We should probably try to find some food, though. I didn’t bring that much, and it’s no good increasing it with magic. It doesn’t have as much nutrition.”
“I can do that, Aisling taught me how to survive in nature,” Annabelle said, taking another bite.
“So… she taught you how to survive in nature, but she didn’t teach you how to find North?”
“Must’ve slipped her mind.”
“I can hunt,” Annabelle said, grinning proudly. “Or maybe if we can find water, we can catch fish. I find it is easier to kill fish, I don’t feel so bad after wards.
“There was a small lake on the map. If we find it, we can take a swim too.”
“As long as we’re careful not to be seen.”
After their meal Lydia helped Annabelle brew the chameleon potion, and they each took a sip so they could blend in with the nature around them as they made their way towards the lake.
It took them about three hours of walking to get to the lake, and the sun was setting as they approached. The potion was wearing off, but as it was getting darker they decided to save the rest for the next they. They would probably need more eventually, but they had already decided to use their potion ingredients sparingly. They could restock some of their potion ingredients themselves, but they did not have access to all of them in the forest.
The lake was in the middle of the forest and of medium size, and the water was really clear with a blue tint to it. It almost looked like the water was shining in the sunset. It was so beautiful it was breathtaking.
“Wow…” Annabelle said when she saw it. “I had no idea it was this beautiful. I just thought it was like any old lake.”
“Me too,” Lydia said, mesmerised. “It’s so… romantic.” She winked at Annabelle who blushed. Lydia grabbed Annabelle’s hand and led her to a secluded area by the edge of the water where they hid their belongings, took off their clothes and got into the water, naked.
“Finally,” Annabelle said, “fully emerging herself in the cool water. This bath will be the highlight of my day!”
“Will it now?” Lydia whispered into her ear as she got closer and wrapped her arms around Annabelle’s naked waist.
Annabelle felt a tickling sensation on many different parts of her body, which made her nervous. The truth was that Annabelle really had no idea what to expect from her intimacy with Lydia. Apart from the kisses they had shared, she didn’t really have any experience and she didn’t really know much about “the other stuff”. In her old world, women and men got married, and she knew, of course, what husbands wanted of their wives; but she wasn’t sure what she could do that would please Lydia.
What she knew from romantic relationships between women came from Gwen and Aisling, and although they did not hide their love and affection for each other, what went on between closed bedroom doors, Annabelle had no idea. She only knew that they often came out of said bedroom, looking very happy.
“Well… umh… what else did you have in mind?” she asked, trying not to sound too excited.
“Oh, I don’t know, I’m simply pointing out that a simple bath doesn’t necessarily have to be the highlight of your day?” She traced her hands up and down Annabelle’s back, softly. Then she placed both of her hands on her buttocks and squeezed gently.
“Oh… well, I supposed I’ll have to admit I have been a little unimaginative.”
“I think you have been.”
“Lydia,” Annabelle said a little embarrassed. “I don’t… I mean… I’ve never… umh…” She felt herself blushing even more as she tried to confide in her girlfriend.
“You’ve never been with a woman before?” Lydia asked her, her tone understanding.
“No,” Annabelle admitted shyly as she turned around to look into Lydia’s eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to be your teacher again.” Lydia raised her eyebrow, and smiled at her.
“This is a different subject though,” Annabelle said grinning slightly.
Lydia kissed her passionately. It was a long, hard kiss, that left Annabelle completely speechless.
“There are so many things I can teach you,” she whispered into Annabelle’s ear. Lydia licked her earlobe and Annabelle moaned.
Then they heard voices near by. Male voices. Lydia quickly let go of Annabelle and they both sunk down low in the water. Lydia motioned to a fallen tree that lay with the top half in the water, and they quickly, but silently, made their way towards it so they could hide. Being caught naked was the least of their problems, they had no way of knowing if these men were wizards from the order, or spies working for them.
Lydia held Annabelle close to her as they hid under the branches from the tree. She held up a hand slightly above the water and closed her eyes. It looked as if she was feeling the air.
“They’re not wizards,” she whispered as she opened her eyes, looking relieved.
“Oh, good. So they are no match for us?”
“No, but we still don’t know if they work for people in the order. We don’t want anyone to know which direction we’re going.”
Luckily the mortals did not stick around, but Annabelle and Lydia stayed hidden for a while after they couldn’t hear their voices anymore. When Lydia finally said it was safe to get up, it was dark and Annabelle was freezing. She stood chattering teeth. Lydia muttered a spell and Annabelle felt a warm breeze on her body, and she could see steam coming from her body.
“Wow, that’s impressive,” she said, complementing the older woman. “Can you teach me that?”
“Not now. I’m afraid you’re not skilled enough just yet.” Lydia winked at her. “It can burn and blister your skin if you mess it up.”
“Yeah, very ouch.”
They got dressed and made a small fire. Annabelle was just about plan how to catch a fish when Lydia waved her hand and a fish came soaring out of the water.
“What? Aisling didn’t teach me that!” She looked at Lydia.
“Well, I figured we lost so much time hiding, that I better just get it.”
“Wait a minute, you were going to let me catch it without magic and not tell me you could do that?”
Lydia giggled, actually giggled!
“You looked so cute when you were talking about the different ways to catch fish,” she said, grinning. “I wanted to see you in action.”
“When I see Aisling next, I will be giving her a piece of my mind,” Annabelle muttered. “I mean what is the point of being able to do all these things without magic?”
“Well, it might come in handy one day if you have to pretend not to be a witch,” Lydia said. “Actually, that is not a bad idea if we meet mortals on our way.”
“Pretend to be mortal?”
“Yes. We can’t do that with witches or wizards, of course, they will sense our magic, but mortals have no sensitivity to magical energy, and so they can be fooled.” She smiled at Annabelle. “We have to be able to make them believe we’re mortal, of course. Think we’ll be able to?”
“I’ll have no problem convincing anyone I’m a mortal,” she said, not telling Lydia she had lived as a mortal for the first twenty years of her life. She wasn’t ready for that yet. “The question is, can you?”
“I… well, of course, I can,” Lydia said, looking a little insecure.
“Good, because we have to pass a village soon, and I’d rather not go around it.”
“We can go through, we just have to plan our journey a little more carefully that day.”
“Can a witch or wizard sense each individual magical person, or can they only tell that there is a magical presence?”
“Both,” Lydia said, opening her bag and finding her spices for cooking. “We can usually only tell if there is a magical presence, but if we’re really close we can tell if a person is magical; however, there can’t be other magicians near by. In a room full of magicians, I would have to touch someone to be able to tell if they are magical too, unless the person was purposely releasing lots of raw magic, and only show-offs to that.”
“They want to show people their power. It is like a mortal flexing his muscles to show people how big they are.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s weird,” Annabelle agreed.
“Yes, well, enough about show-offs, why don’t you study the chapter I showed you about transfiguration while I prepare our meal.”
“Ya know… when I imagined you and I together on this journey, I didn’t really think studying would be part of it.”
“Tough,” Lydia said sternly as she started to prepare the fish. “You will be a lot safer once you learn to transfigure yourself.”
Once their stomachs were full, they decided to walked for another couple of hours before they set camp. Annabelle was a little disappointed that what they started in the lake didn’t continue after their meal, but she knew they had to get going. After they had set up their tent and Lydia had cast their usual protections, Annabelle managed to convince Lydia that she could collect firewood by herself.
“It doesn’t make sense that we both go. We’ll be much more efficient if we each do a chore.”
“You’re right, but promise not to walk too far.”
“I want to be able to sense your magical presence Annabelle, or I swear, I will take a switch to your behind. There are plenty of them in here, ya know.”
“Lydia, relax a little.”
“I promise I’ll stay around the tent.”
She kept her promise and quickly collected the firewood they needed, while Lydia was still inside the tent. Then she quietly put them down outside and picked up a small stick and grinned. She had read about a trick in her transfiguration book, and she really wanted to try it out. She only felt slightly sorry for Lydia who had no idea what was going on.
Annabelle silently muttered a spell and watched as her stick turned into a snake. It was not dangerous, but it looked very realistic. She opened the tent and threw it in. She heard it land with a little thunk, and then she heard a blood-curdling shriek. She opened the flap to the tent just as the snake turned back into a stick. Lydia looked up at her with murder in her eyes.
“I thought you wanted me to learn transfiguration,” she said innocently.
“Oh, very funny. Get in here!”
It was only now that Annabelle started thinking that maybe pranking Lydia this way might not be a good idea. She hesitated.
“Brat, get in here,” Lydia commanded and pointed at the floor next to her.
Annabelle winced as she realised she might actually be in trouble. She knew she couldn’t run away from Lydia, so she sighed and slowly crawled into the tent. Lydia grabbed her ear with one hand, and retried a hairbrush from her own bag with the other.
“Ow! No… no…” Annabelle pleaded. “It was just a joke!”
Lydia ignored her and hauled her over her lap, pulled down her trousers and underwear and immediately started to spank her with the hairbrush.
“Ow ow… I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would be that upset.”
“I am terrified of snakes!” Lydia argued. “And you knew you would get some reaction, so how’s this?”
“Painful,” Annabelle said, wincing as the brush came down on her bottom again.
“I think all this walking and hiding has made you crave some of my attention.”
Lydia put down her brush, and started rubbing Annabelle’s stinging bottom.
“I am, but I’d much rather get the attention you gave me in the lake earlier.”
“Oh, you would like a treat, would you?” Lydia asked, raising her hand and bringing it down sharply on the middle of Annabelle’s bottom. “Did you think I would be giving you hugs and kisses for throwing a snake at me?”
“No…” Annabelle admitted.
“No, young lady, I don’t reward that kind of behaviour. That kind of behaviour gets you spanked!”
“But… but… it was a fake snake! I wouldn’t have thrown a real one at you.”
Lydia ignored that comment and continued spanking Annabelle with her hand.
The spanking wasn’t that painful. It hurt, but Annabelle also felt like it wasn’t as harsh as the spanking Lydia had given her before. There was also something about Lydia’s tone that made Annabelle think that she was a little amused now that she had gotten over the shock of the prank. She did not spank as hard, and she also rubbed her a lot. Previous punishment spankings had been much more painful and intense, which led Annabelle to think that maybe this wasn’t a full on punishment spanking.
“Hmmm… your bottom cheeks are all red and hot,” Lydia commented as she rubbed mentioned cheeks softly. There was a hunger in her voice that told Annabelle she could try to get her back into the mood she was in at the lake.
“Do you like that?” she asked, daringly.
“Do I like your bottom red?” Lydia said, smacking Annabelle’s right cheek, but this time slightly less hard, her hand lingering on her bottom, feeling the warmth from the skin.
“Yes,” Annabelle replied, slightly raising her bottom up.
“Miss Annabelle, are you flirting with me?” Another smack, slightly harder this time.
“I thought I told you I don’t reward bad behaviour.”
“But if we do something you like then I can reward you,” Annabelle said, feeling lust deep in her body. She wanted Lydia so bad, but she also needed Lydia to instruct her.
“You did say that you wanted to teach me? Tell me what we can do together,” she said, trying to rouse Lydia.
The older woman traced her fingers slowly over Annabelle’s bottom. “Well that depends on what we want, the possibilities are endless.”
“What do you want?” Annabelle asked, getting more and more turned on by Lydia’s touch. Lydia’s hand went further down and Annabelle instinctively spread her legs a little.
“Well, I think I know what you want,” Lydia whispered as she stroked two fingers between Annabelle’s legs.
Annabelle stiffened with the sensation. It felt good, very good.
“Do you like it when I touch you here?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned.
“I figured you would,” Lydia said softly. “Naughty, naughty Annabelle.”
Annabelle felt Lydia pushing a finger into her and rubbing her on the inside, then she pulled it out and gently pushed her feet further apart. She then touched a spot further to the front that gave Annabelle shivers.
“Do you know what this spot is for?” She asked as she carefully rubbed the area with three of her fingers.
“N… no… oh.” Annabelle moaned and lifted her hips, making it easier for Lydia to access.
“It is for pleasure. Just that. It’s just a pleasure button. We can rub it, or we can lick it, and it will feel really good.” She put her fingers inside Annabelle again and rubbed. “And this is another pleasure spot.”
“We have two?”
“There are many, my love. It depends on each person and what they like.”
“How do you know these things? Should I be jealous?”
“I’m not going to lie and say I have never been with another woman, I am a little older than you, you know.”
“I also learned a lot from books. My cousin Arthur had a lot questionable books and illustrations when I was a teenager, I used to borrow them when he wasn’t looking.”
Lydia pulled her finger out and smacked her backside sharply.
They both laughed.
“Now, why don’t you take off all of your clothes, and then you can lie down on your back for me.”
“Do you want me to do something to you?” Annabelle asked, as she got up. She pulled hurried taking off her clothes, craving more.
“I think right now we can focus on you,” Lydia said. “I think it will be helpful for you to know what it feels like when I pleasure you before you do it to me. I remember being very nervous about pleasuring another person for the first time, I want you to be comfortable. Take you time.”
“Okay, but can you get naked with me?” Annabelle gave her a naughty grin.
“Of course, that is also important.” Lydia started undressing. “It is not just about the touching, there are many different factors that will make lovemaking special.”
“Lovemaking? That is not what Eylion calls it, she calls it fu….”
“Yes, I’m sure she does,” Lydia said, cutting her off. “I am more romantic… well… unless I am bursting, in which case I might use crude language.”
They were both completely naked. Annabelle was staring at Lydia’s breasts.
“Eylion says it’s called dirty language.”
“Are you going to talk about Eylion or are you going to lie down so I can fuck you?” Lydia said, impatient.
Annabelle giggled, but laid down.
Lydia laid down next to her, touching her, kissing her, and licking her all over her body. At one point she put one of Annabelle’s nipples in her mouth.
“I want to do that to you later,” Annabelle said, craving it.
“I knew you were staring at my breasts.”
“I can’t help it. They’re big and soft-looking. They want me to touch them, I know they do.”
“I think maybe you’re ready to come soon.”
Lydia moved further South, she put her mouth on “the pleasure button” and kissed and licked it.
“Let me know when you’re about to come, I want to look into your eyes when you do.”
“But I don’t know what that means.”
“You will…” Lydia said mystically.
She sucked the button, then circled her tongue around it. Annabelle squirmed at the sensation. How could she not know it was possibly to feel this kind of pleasure? This was much better than she thought it would be. Then she felt it, her muscles started to spasm.
“Now!” she gasped.
Lydia quickly got up. She put two fingers inside Annabelle, rubbing her inside, at the same time as she used her thumb to rub her pleasure button. She sensation got stronger and her entire body stiffened. She bit her lip.
“Look at me,” Lydia said, working her hands, keeping the climax going. “Don’t be afraid to make a noise, hon. I know you want to. You like that, yes?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh my…” Annabelle put a finger in her mouth and bit down on it, hard, while she moaned loudly, her entire body spasming. She kept eye-contact with Lydia for as long as she could, however, after a while she threw back her head and closed her eyes, feeling like she was about to black out from this jolt of sexual energy.
Afterwards she lay naked, panting, whilst her lover spooned her and kissed her neck. After a while, after Annabelle had relaxed a little, and she was just laying there, enjoying Lydia’s caresses, she finally opened her mouth to speak.
“That was crazy. I’ve never experienced anything like that… you know… that feeling at the end.”
“It’s a little different, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but a good different. Like… at first it felt super odd, but I didn’t want it to stop, and then it was just a wave of pleasure.”
“The first time I had an orgasm, I wasn’t even sure if I liked it,” Lydia mused, “but then I got used to it.”
“Is that what it’s called? Well… I thought it was great!”
“Of course you did, darling, and you’ll have many more. Just don’t focus too much on it, or it might ruin it for you. If you keep worrying about getting the big climax, you might not enjoy the part that is leading up to it.”
“I enjoyed all of it,” Annabelle said. She turned around and kissed her lover.
“Good, baby. Then we should do it again soon. I have so much to teach you.” Lydia kissed the tip of Annabelle’s nose softly.
Annabelle gave her a mischievous grin.
“Well… you know I’m an eager student; therefore, to further my education, I think I should study the female anatomy and conduct some experiments.”