Timeskip: Object lession

[moonshadows]

“Solaria!”

“Shaluria!” My embrace was warm and genuine; I’d known her in Zin-Azshari, and it was a relief to see that another of my old friends had survived the war, the Sundering, and the cultural upheaval that had followed. “It’s been too long. How are you?”

“Using what you taught me to wrap a lovely man around my little finger,” she said with a wicked little laugh. “My cousin got married a few decades ago – remember, the one with the penchant for dying a lock of her hair red? – and her daughter is fostering with me for a proper education.”

I looked past Shaluria to see the girl; she had good bones in her face, and her skin was a fetching shade of lilac. She looked to be a little in awe of me, but when I smiled at her she smiled back without hesitation. It was a fetching smile, too.

“I remember your cousin, and it’s a pleasure to meet her daughter.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Sunstrider,” the girl said in a soft, throaty voice. Oh, she was going to ravage the male population some day – if she ever got the confidence to, that is.

“Little Larinda is quite new to the ways of feminine wiles,” Shaluria confessed cheerfully, “although she has her eye on a young man of her acquaintance. Do you still…?”

Do I still teach young women what to do with a naked man.

“Shaluria, my dear friend, it would be my pleasure. Today, or…?”

She laughed, a delighted tinkling rather than the wicked chuckle that made my balls tighten, and gestured the girl forward. “I shall entrust her to you for the rest of the day and night, then. Don’t worry, Larinda, she’ll teach you everything you want to know – and things you didn’t know you should.”

I chatted with Larinda as we made our way to the current Sunstrider estate – my father having taken the name when the Highborne parted ways with the rest of our people. We called ourselves high elves now, no longer devoting ourselves to the nocturnal ways promoted by the Temple.

Once we were safely ensconced in my chambers, she asked shyly, “Can you really teach me all the things my cousin promised?”

“That depends on what she promised,” I teased. “I am going to use arcane magic to change my form to that of a man, and let you get some familiarity without anyone knowing. Are you ready?”

Her cheeks darkened slightly, but the tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “I think so.”

My hands went to the pins that confined fashionable folds of cloth; removed, my gown was loose enough to accommodate the broader shoulders of my first skin while still hanging attractively. Larinda’s eyes widened as I shed my second skin, dipping down to my hips and back up.

“It’s okay,” I said gently, my voice just a shade deeper. “Look all you like. Do whatever it is that you want to do.”

Tentatively, her hands went to the closure of my gown and unfastened it. The cloth fell open, revealing a well-defined chest and abdomen, as well as the parts that marked me as distinctly male. For several breaths she just looked, eyes drifting up and down. Then she brushed my chest with her fingertips, stroking it like the flank of a nightsaber before leaving one hand there and resting the other on my cheek. Lightly, she brushed her lips against mine, inexperience clear in her uncertain motions. I leaned in when she pulled away and kissed her lightly, then smiled when she repeated the act with admirable mimicry. We spent a handful of breaths exchanging light kisses before she glanced at the divan behind me.

“Would you like to sit down?”

“Yes, La- uh…”

“Just call me Illidan.”

“Yes, Illidan.” She blushed. “Thank you.”

I escorted her to the divan and seated her properly, then sat beside her and leaned in for a kiss. It didn’t take more than a minute or two before she stood up and seated herself on my lap with a boldness belied by the dark patches on her cheeks. I settled my arms around her, murmured suggestions as to what she could occupy her hands with, and settled in for a delightful several minutes of teaching her kisses that involved parted lips.

“When you have aroused a man,” I murmured, “he will begin to say things like ‘your kisses are so sweet’ and compliment your hair, your eyes, your lips – anything he thinks will flatter you and make you likely to allow him greater liberties. If that was your intent, take it as your cue to move to the next stage. If not, then you should pull back and leave him wanting more before he makes overtures of his own. Be in control, and you will control him.”

“But what if I’m not sure he wants…the next stage?”

I laughed softly. “When you have aroused a man, he will want the next stage. No matter what his rational mind says, his body will be urging him to find a way to satisfy himself. The trick is to make overtures that reassure his body that it will get what it wants; it will be content to obey you, forcing his mind to follow.”

“I see. What kind of overtures will a man make if I don’t act quickly enough?”

“Like this…” I moved my hands, dipping down to cup her ass, to feel the swell of her breast, lipped at the long curve of her ear. Her pulse quickened, and her breath caught. “You see? Now your body dances to his tune; he is in control, not you.”

“I see,” she breathed. “What should I do?”

“When he begins murmuring compliments, move your hands like so – to his chest, to his ears. Move your leg – yes, like that. Feel that? Tell his body that you know what it wants, and he will dance obediently to your tune.”

For a handful of minutes she practiced moving from simple kisses to caresses, her hesitant motions smoothing into easy confidence.

“The next step will depend on your specific circumstance,” I said finally. “You want to get out of the public eye, and into his trousers. Whether you use hand or mouth – or both – is up to you, but it is vital that you display confidence here. Remember what I said about his mind following his body? If his body thinks you might not know how to give it what it wants, his mind will turn to thoughts of taking the lead, of playing its own tune on your body and luring your mind into following.” Gently, I dislodged her from my lap. “Explore. Make yourself comfortable with seeing this, touching it, even tasting it. He won’t be thinking enough to care that you had to have learned what to do; all he’ll care about is that you do know what to do.”

Blushing, she examined me with clever fingers. She hefted and stroked, brushed and gripped, and I didn’t bother to bite back any sounds of pleasure she elicited; hearing them would do wonders for her confidence, and I did believe in praising artistry. When she took me in firm enough a grip that I twitched, it took nearly all my focus to shape the enchantment that would alter my flavor to something spicy and sweet enough to belong on a dessert. It didn’t take her long to find a delicious rhythm, but the first bead of clear liquid made her stop warily.

“Don’t be afraid.” My voice was rough with my arousal. “I’ve cast a spell that makes it taste good.”

“How good?” she asked in a small voice.

Gently, I dislodged her fingers and worked myself until I pumped a load into the waiting palm of my other hand, cupped right where it needed to be. “This good,” I said, dipping one finger in and licking it clean.

Heartened, she followed my lead and her face lit up. “It’s just like what they brush on almonds before baking!”

Then she lowered her face to my hand and licked it clean. I cast the spell that would let me reload an infinite number of times until cancelled; I was getting satisfied tonight!

“Oh,” she said when she’d finished, her clever tongue a sweet tease against my skin. “It’s not hard anymore.”

“You may need to give him a hand,” I said lightly. “Sometimes, the spirit is willing but the flesh is limp.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. Fingers hefted, stroked, gripped, and tugged, and soon I was right back to where I had been. She didn’t wait for me to say so before resuming that sweet rhythm, my soft grunts and moans all the direction she needed. When my breathing grew ragged, she grinned and redoubled her efforts. I tried to warn her that I was about to go over the edge, but all I managed was “Watch-” before I shot my second load. It arced out to land on the floor, and I sighed in contentment.

“I didn’t get to taste it,” she said, disappointed.

“Put your mouth on it next time,” I suggested. “When you hear his breathing change like that, he’s close. Often, a stimulation he didn’t expect will send him over right away.”

Instead, she put her mouth on my ear. “Does this mean I have to get you hard again?”

I turned my head, kissed her, then kissed her more deeply. “Practice makes perfect.”

She seated herself on my lap again, and we practiced kissing for a few minutes until she hitched her hem up and rubbed her bare thigh against my erection. “Time to practice,” she said as she slipped down to kneel between my legs.

“Take all the time you need,” I groaned as she started that rhythm again. “I’ve cast a spell that will give you as many chances as you want. Without it, a man would already be done for the day.”

“Don’t warn me this time,” was all she said, and I let my eyelids flutter closed as she began examining me with her tongue.

When she tasted that first bead, I moaned. When she wrapped her lips just above her fingers, I groaned. And when she supplemented her rhythm with sucking, my breath caught and I gave her a mouthful. She hummed pleasure as she licked me clean and swallowed.

“I want more,” she said and sucked my softening length back in, working with tongue and jaw.

“Mmm. Keep that up, and you’ll get it.”

She had me hard again before I finished going limp, playing me by ear. I loved fast learners. It didn’t take her long to start experimenting with how deep she could go, and when she took me in and held me in her throat, her hum of satisfaction nearly undid me.

“He probably won’t taste as good as me,” I gasped as she pulled back, making my hips buck slightly to follow that retreating mouth. “You may want to get him off where he’ll shoot past your tongue.”

“Like this?” she asked.

Then she dove down deep, humming, and I lost it.

“Like that,” I sighed when I could think again.

“I’m going to practice some more.” All hints of shyness or hesitation were gone from her voice.

“Mmm. You go right ahead.”

The next hour passed in a glorious haze of stroking and licking.

“So,” she said as she climbed back up onto the divan next to me, “how did I do?”

“You’ll have him eating out of the palm of your hand,” I answered, deeply content. “Speaking of eating – would you like dinner, now that you’ve had dessert?”

Larinda laughed, a charming sound. “I’d love some.”

“Let me put myself to rights, then, and I’ll show you my favorite restaurant.”

She blinked as I returned to my second skin, as if she’d forgotten I was Solaria, and watched as I fastened the pins that returned my dress to its usual stylish state. “If I’m to stay with you for the night, though…what else is there for me to learn?”

“Have you ever shared a bed with a man?” Her blush was all the answer I needed. “We won’t do anything in the bed, but you’ll get a little used to how two bodies can position themselves comfortably together. We’ll also go over a few ways to take control back if he’s impatient, without making it seem like you’re being controlling.”

“My cousin was right,” she said quietly as we strolled through the halls. “You’re teaching me things I didn’t think I needed to know. I’d ask why, but…” Her smile was just the slightest bit smug.

“It’s not entirely selfless, no,” I admitted cheerfully. “But I see no reason why I can’t enjoy teaching young women how to take control of their affairs.”

“Emphasis on enjoy?” she asked archly.

I laughed. “Indeed. When I was your age, there were men who could be hired for experimentation – but none of them really taught. All it took was one girl wondering within my earshot how she could get the experience she wanted without the indignity of experimenting, and I realized a talented magistrix could serve as a willing subject for curious young women. I held parties for my friends – which is how I met your cousin – and they thrived for their knowledge, so…” I shrugged. “Once I got enough experience, both as the recipient and from their stories, I began actually teaching rather than just letting myself be experimented on. Men enjoy the skills of the women I teach, women enjoy the power and control and confidence those skills give them, and I enjoy the learning process. Everyone wins.”

Larinda was silent as we walked to the restaurant, but once we’d ordered, she said, “Wasn’t Illidan the one who created the Second Well? The one that snooty druid imprisoned?”

Ah, Malfurion, you have no idea how much of a fool you are. “I did, I was, and I escaped.” Her eyes widened, and I grinned. “As you can see, I have quite a bit of experience in being discreet.”

“So if I want more lessons…”

“All you have to do is ask. And if you know someone who wants lessons…”

She laughed, a hint of wickedness in her voice, and lifted her glass in a silent toast. I toasted her back and drank sparingly; dealing with a drunken penis was an advanced lesson, and I didn’t want to waste any time that could be spent being pleasured. I’d already had more female attention in one day than my erstwhile twin had enjoyed in the last year or five, but I never was one to simply rest on my laurels.