The next morning was a beautiful day in the Reach, the air scrubbed clean by the night's storm. Everyone was in good spirits, especially Jordis, who had a wide smile on her face that wouldn't leave. Nora wondered just what Valdimar had done to her. She had heard the cries of passion, and knew that whatever it was, Jordis had really enjoyed it.

 

“What did you do with our young Sword Maiden?” asked Nora of their resident stud. “Did you.?”

 

“No, ma'am. Just like Lydia, she wants her virginity intact. That's something I will respect, since to do anything else would be rape.”

 

“Must be hard on you.” Nora imagined the man really wanted to plow those two women, and his restraint was commendable.

 

“Not really, my Thane. I enjoy their play, and I really enjoy getting them there with mouth and hands. It's a feeling of power. Just as they get that feeling from pleasuring me.”

 

“And they do that? Pleasure you?”

 

“Oh yes. Not as skillfully as the rest, yourself and Lady Eldawyn included. Though Lydia is improving quickly. But they are enthusiastic. Watching their efforts is, arousing. I love teaching young ladies like that what to do.”

 

“I have something to talk about with you later,” said Nora, thinking of her conversation with Jolene. The man gave her a questioning look, but she shook her head. “Later.”

 

Dragontooth was about seventy-five miles to the northeast of Ragnvuld, across some fairly rugged territory. Not as bad as much of the Reach, but rough enough that they kept the horses down to twenty miles an hour. After getting over the first ridge-line to the north there were some bad roads leading through the area. That could actually be terrible, if they happened to be following a track that led them off course.

 

They ran into the usual hazards along the way. Wolves, trolls, even a couple of bands of Forsworn. The party had gotten particularly good at their job, warriors covering mages, then moving in for the finish of a shocked and disorganized enemy. They made every battle seem routine. That worried Nora, who thought they might get too cocky and step in the shit. She knew she could fall into that trap as well, and had to remind herself that not taking all precautions could lead to deaths among people she had come to love.

 

It started raining about two hours into the ride, a light rain that was repelled by cloaks and armor, at first. After an hour they were all soaked. People started to complain, but it was the normal bellyaching of soldiers faced with something they had no control over. The complaining helped them to keep on going, even Nora joining in on occasion. About the time the rain started they found themselves in more rugged terrain, mountains, rushing rivers, goat paths the only way to get to where they wanted to go.

 

Nora cursed as they found themselves looking down a cliff at a river ragging from the infusion of water from the night's storm.

 

“Well, I guess we have to go around,” said Sofia, frowning.

 

Nora was cursing herself, looking at the map. I should have teleported over to Karthwasten and gone up that way, she thought. She glared at the gorge separating her from her goal. “I'm going to try something,” she said, concentrating.

 

“What?” blurted Eldawyn in panic.

 

Nora teleported, only herself and her horse. She could see the area she wanted to go to, but wasn't sure of the terrain over there. Good thing, since she came back to being in a very small patch of almost level ground. She looked back to see her people shouting and gesturing, probably concerned that she was alone over here. Waving back, she turned her horse and rode a little ways down the slope, stopping on a small plateau that gave her everything she wanted. Except for the dozen or so Forsworn camped out on one edge.

 

The Dragonborn cast Fire Storm on the camp, then teleported back to her people.

 

“What the hell were you thinking?” yelled Eldawyn.

 

“Calm down. I had to find a landing spot that would work for us all. I found one, but there were about a dozen Forsworn there.”

 

“Were?” asked Lydia.

 

“I hit them with Fire Storm and jumped back. So I expect there will be fewer of them by the time we get there. But be ready for a fight.”

 

She gave her people a few minutes to prepare. They pulled up spells, put on helmets, strung bows, and generally prepared for a hard fight. “Here we go,” she shouted, and the world disappeared, to be replaced by her target plateau, a burning camp of Forsworn on one side, the few survivors taking one look at the warriors who had come out of nowhere and running away, right down the slope. Eldawyn and J'Zargo sent fireballs after them, catching the tail end and sending three more Forsworn to whatever dark god they worshiped.

 

There really weren't any regular bandits in the Reach. They either joined the Forsworn or were wiped out by the same, the Reachmen not putting up with competition. Nora missed the regular bandits of the other Holds. Forsworn were tough, with better weapons on the whole, though their armor was generally substandard. They had the Breton resistance to magic, good enough most of the time, though when hit with a high-level spell that resistance might not be enough, since the damage caused, while halved, was still enough to kill. They had their own dark magic, and Hagravens and Briarhearts lent them a whole other level of strength.

 

They ran into one more Forsworn camp before they got to Dragontooth Crater. Nora had nothing against Reachmen, the ones who ran farms or mines, who were productive citizens of the Reach. Some had gotten their lands back from the fall of the Silver-Bloods. The Forsworn were another matter, and she didn't care about the grievances of people who consorted with such dark forces. The second camp went the way of the first, though Nora and company saw them from a distance and used stealth to get into position for the killing blow. They then went into the interior of the cavern they used, avoiding, and in one case setting off traps. The Forsworn had a Hagraven who sent attacks of pure magic at the party, who were now equipped with an additional piece of jewelry each that increased their resistance to that kind of attack. The Hagraven fell to fire, and after some searching the party found how to open the sealed door that cut them off from much valuable loot.

 

*     *     *

 

Just look at that dumb bastard, thought Nora, looking down at a dragon curled up in front of a word wall a hundred feet below her position. The burned bodies in the area, a Legion soldier and several Forsworn, told her what kind of breath weapon it had, and therefore what type of magic she needed to use on it. She looked over at her people, lined up to either side of her. Eldawyn, J'zargo and Sofia were closest, each with hands glowing with cold. Lydia, Jordis and Elesia all had their powerful enchanted bows ready, arrows notched. Even Valdimar had a ranged weapon, a brand-new ebony crossbow with a bolt of the same material set into place. The big warrior had never taken to bows, and hadn't developed the skill. A crossbow was almost like a rifle, though with much less range due to the drop-off.

 

“Fire,” shouted Nora, and three Ice Storm spells hit the dragon, which looked up at the sound of a voice, not in time. Sofia was flinging Ice Spike as fast as she could, and the other mages joined in. The archers sent shafts into the beast every six seconds. Valdimar only had time for one bolt, though he tried to wind up the windlass and get it ready for another shot. The dragon let out a cry, flapped its wings twice, and went down as if a giant had struck it with sledgehammer. The life left it and it lay there, bloody and unmoving.

 

“Let's get down there so I can feast on its soul,” said Nora in her best interpretation of an evil mage.

 

“If we didn't know you so well, I would think it was time to sharpen some stakes,” said Sofia, to the laughter of the others.

 

The party made its way back to the horses, then rode the winding path down. Nora jumped off her horse as soon as the dragon started to smoke and burn, the sign that it was about to release its soul. She walked toward it, letting the energy hit her, until she could no longer walk. Her feet left the ground, the mass of its soul hit her, and she cried out her agony and ecstasy. She thought she would become addicted to the things, but she could think of worse addictions.

 

The wall started calling to her, and as her feet hit the ground and the overflow lashed out, she was drawn to it. She wondered if she was becoming addicted to the damned walls as well. The Dragonborn did know that she had a compulsion to find them, to absorb the words into her mind. Would that compulsion stop when she had learned all the possible words? And if not, would it affect her sanity? She had enough trouble with her nightmares without having to deal with more mental disturbances. Even now she was feeling a desire to exert control over her environment more than she had in the past. Was that the Dragon Blood? She would like to ask the Graybeards, but was concerned that they would refuse to help her until she calmed that desire down. Maybe studying the histories of other Dragonborns, including the most famous, Tiber Septim, would give her an answer.

 

The word locked in her brain, the third component of Elemental Fury. Still not sure what good it would do her with her natural speed, she went ahead and unlocked it, pulled her weapon, and tried out the shout. Her weapon swing was faster than it had been with even her own natural speed. Maybe it was worth something after all, but she didn't think it would be her favorite any time soon.

 

*     *     *

 

Nora looked over her map, finding that Karthwasten was out as a destination. There were high mountains and no paths between where they were and the town, and it was too far to teleport to a location close enough to jump into the place. Which meant either jumping back the way they had come, or going to the east, along what looked to be decent roads to places she had been. From there they could make the jumps back to Markarth. She decided on the later, since it would give her a look at new country, and it was always good to have new destinations under her belt.

 

It was seventy odd miles to the Karth River and the road on the other side. She thought they could do that in three hours, and reach the road with daylight remaining. Once again, distances across the rugged country were deceiving, and night had fallen by the time they saw the torchlight of a large military camp.

 

“Perhaps we could seek shelter with whomever controls that camp,” said Sofia, shivering from the wet and the cold.

 

“We don't know who they are?” cautioned Lydia, shielding her eyes from the rain as she looked ahead.

 

“Does it matter?” asked Nora, shaking the water out of her eyes. It was dark, and she really didn't like the idea of teleporting at night, jumping into who knew what. “Ulfric guaranteed me safe passage through his territories, as did General Tullius, so we should be good either way.”

 

Looking up the hill she could see someone with a torch coming their way. “Everyone, keep your hands in sight. No sudden moves. And let me do all the talking.”

 

“Kind of late at night to be out in the wilds,” said a woman's voice, holding the torch so she could get a good view without giving herself away to their sight.

 

“We have been traveling all day,” said Nora. “We're soaked to the bone, and we saw your camp and hoped for some hospitality.”

 

“Depends on who you are,” said the woman. “Stay where you are. There are a dozen bowmen watching you.”

 

Nora doubted that, given the weather. She wasn't about to argue with the woman. If the bowmen were there and became a problem she and her people would deal with them. If a bluff, she would let the woman think it had worked, if it gave her comfort.

 

“Now, just who the fuck are you? And why shouldn't we put you down as Imperial spies?”

 

“That would be a grave error,” said Nora in a steady voice, showing no fear. “Ulfric promised me that I would have safe passage through any of his territories.”

 

“Did he now? Well, this isn't Ulfric's terrirory. Not yet, at least. And who are you that I should take your word for it.”

 

“Nora Jane Adams.”

 

“The Dragonborn?”

 

“Well, yes. I'm sometimes known by that name.”

 

“Captain Tholdir,” yelled the woman at the top of her lungs. “We have visitors.”

 

The woman moved the torch to illuminate her own face. She was an attractive redhead, her hair spilling out of the sides of her hooded robe. A little harsh looking, but living in warrior camps tended to do that.

 

They were met at the gate to the fort by a dozen armed men, led by one with the look of an officer.

 

“She claims she's the Dragonborn,” said the sentry, looking back at Nora.

 

“Let me see,” said the man, who had to be Captain Tholdir.

 

The woman held her torch to illuminate Nora's face, while the Dragonborn pulled her own hood back to let the man get a good look at her.

 

“Fits the description,” said the captain. “Come to join the cause? All true Nords....”

 

“I'm not a Nord, Captain. In fact, I'm not from around here.”

 

“So, the stories are true. From another world. But you have so many Nords with you.” His eyes glanced at Eldawyn and his hand went to his sword hilt. “And a Thalmor.”

 

“Call me that again, Nord, and I will burn you from the inside out,” hissed Eldawyn, fire playing over a hand.

 

“My Altmer friend does not like being called a Thalmor,” said Nora, glaring at the captain. “The same as you would not like being called an Imperial.”

 

The captain waved his hands down, and the bowmen unnotched their arrows. “I am sorry, my Lady,” he said, bowing his head to Eldawyn. “Sometimes we forget that not all of your people are on the side of those bastards.” He looked back at Nora. “So, my Lady, what do you here, if not to join?”

 

“We seek shelter from the weather. A night, and then we will move on.”

 

“You picked a bad time to visit,” said the captain, motioning for the party to ride forward to a place where the horses of the army were quartered. The captain waited until they had dismounted and some of his men were seeing to the animals, then motioned them to follow him into a large tent.

 

“As I was saying, you picked a bad time. There will be a battle tomorrow, and we are badly outnumbered. The Imperials will crush us. We will probably take more of them into the afterlife than they will of us, and not because of any genius of my own. We have the position, they have the numbers, and it will be a damned bloody fight. I tell my people that we will win, but I'm a damned liar.”

 

“I'm sorry,” said Nora, her heart sinking. She didn't think either cause was totally wrong, or totally right. It was a bad situation with no one clearly in the right, like most civil wars. “I need to stay neutral, so I can travel where I need to. So I can take on the thing that threatens us all.”

 

“You could turn the tide, Nora,” said the captain, pouring whiskey into a pair of glasses, offering her one. “With your shouts and magic, with the arms of your warriors, you could bring us victory. Can you look my people in their faces and tell them you will let them die?”

 

Nora gulped down her whiskey in one drink, then looked at the man. “Look, I know where you are coming from. If I have to tell your people I will let them die for the greater good, I will. It will tear me apart, but if I need to do it, if it's a consequence of my actions, I will.”

 

“I believe you,” said Tholdir, slamming his whiskey. “You are a leader, just as the letter from Ulfric said. I am sorry that you will not come in on our side, but I understand.”

 

“Look. I have a letter from General Tullius ordering his people to cooperate with me. I'm guessing the same as Ulfric ordered. I can go to their camp and request a truce between you. Perhaps give you a chance to get away to fight another day.”

 

“You would do this? I'm not sure it would do any good, but there's always a hope.”

 

Her people complained when she ordered them to mount up, but they did it. They were a good bunch, willing to take on the hardships needed to accomplish the task at hand. She led them out of the front gate to the camp and down the hill, to where other fires burned.

 

“Stop,” yelled out a voice from ahead. “Keep your hands where we can see them, or we will fill you with arrows.”

 

“We're not Stormcloaks,” called out Nora, getting tired of having bows drawn and arrows pointing her way.

 

“Then what are you doing coming from the Stormcloak camp?” called out another voice, a woman, who came into sight, wearing the ornate armor of a high-ranking officer, a dozen Legionaries at her back.

 

“We were just passing through,” said Nora, looking into the eyes of the woman. “And you are?”

 

“I will be asking the questions here.”

 

“Wrong,” said Nora in a dangerous voice. “We will have an exchange of information. If you want, you will give.” Nora had the teleportation spell at the front of her mind, ready to cast at any moment.

 

“I am Legate Helgi,” said the Nord woman, glaring at the Dragonborn. “And you are?”

 

“Nora Jane Adams,” said Nora, smiling.

 

The eyes of the Legate widened. “The Dragonborn? Tullius told us that we were to cooperate with you, as long as it didn't interfere with our primary mission. Which brings me back to my first question. What were you doing there?”

 

“We really were just passing through. We came from the back country and found that camp in our way. I was hoping to find shelter for the night, but the captain warned us that you would attack them by the morning. He wanted us to join him, but I refused. But I did tell him I would ask you for a truce.”

 

“And why would I want to make a truce with those traitors? We have them, and they know it.”

 

“And they know that they will kill more of you than you will of them. This is a bad situation for both sides.”

 

“And what do you know of war?”

 

“Perhaps we can discuss this in comfort. Out of the rain.”

 

The Legate nodded and motioned them forward. Again they were led to a horse paddock, dismounted, and led to shelter. Her people went into a large mess tent, while Nora followed the Legate into a command tent with a large map on the table in the center.

 

“Okay. You asked what I know of war. You've heard the stories about me?”

 

“I have. Though I'm not sure how much to believe.”

 

“Here we go again,” said Nora, pulling out her small holo projector and treating the Legate to the fifteen-minute show.

 

“Amazing. And that was real? Not just some illusion magic?”

 

“It was real. And if you believe it, you now realize that I know war. And war never changes. Plus, I have studied the history of war on both our worlds, and know that most battles are mistakes. Look, both sides know that you will win a Pyrrhic victory tomorrow.”

 

“A what?”

 

"A victory that costs so much that the next battle will bring defeat," explained Nora. "You will take out these Stormcloaks without a doubt. And your command will lose so many people that it will no longer be fit for action. So I'm asking you to do the right thing. Give your enemy a truce, then attack them some other time, at a place that gives you the advantages.”

 

“I'm afraid I can't do that. The enemy is here, in front of me, and I must attack. To do less is to be called a traitor.”

 

And so, like Lee at Gettysburg, you make the choice of a bloodbath, thought Nora.

 

“If you joined with us it wouldn't be such a slaughter for my side,” said the Legate, a hopeful note in her voice. “With your powers, and the mages you have with you, we could easily overwhelm them.”

 

“I'm not ready to join either side,” said Nora, shaking her head. “I need to have freedom of movement. I will need to go into Ulfric's territory at will to confront dragons, to grow my power.”

 

“And if you helped us to defeat the bastard in all the Holds, that would no longer be a concern.”

 

“I, I can't,” said Nora, holding back the tears. She knew that she could choose a side and ensure victory. At the cost of many worthy lives. How could she kill people whose only crime was their conviction to a cause? Both causes had their merits, their flaws. She couldn't make that choice, not yet.

 

“You won't,” stated the Legate, closing her eyes. “And so, I have to lead my people into a disaster of a battle.”

 

“I'm sorry.”

 

“Well, you made your decision. And I guess I have to live with it. As long as you save us from the World Eater. You will do that, right? Or do I have to send brave men and women into battle, against other brave men and women, with no assurance that they will make it safely to Sovngarde?”

 

“Soon,” said Nora with conviction. “Soon. But not by tomorrow. Another reason to call off your attack, yes.”

 

The Legate shook her head, a slight smile on her face. “I can see why your people elected you their leader back on your world. You were as much a politician as a general, weren't you?”

 

“There was a time I would have punched you in the nose for telling me that,” said Nora with a laugh. “But I have to admit that it is true.”

 

“We will have a truce," said the Legate. "The enemy can leave their camp, and we will follow, and the battle will be fought another day.”

 

“Thank you,” said Nora, reaching over to grip the other woman's forearm. She might have only delayed the inevitable, but things might happen along the way to save the lives that would have been snuffed out tomorrow.

 

“You and your party can have dry beds with us this night, and be on your way in the morning. But if you would indulge me, I would like to hear more about your world, your adventures on both worlds. Perhaps in the mess tent.”

 

“Gladly,” said Nora, respecting the courage of this woman to agree to not sending her people into a bloodbath, potentially at great personal cost.

 

* * *

 

After many jumps they were back at Markarth. Nora had thought about going north instead, to the environs of Solitude and the ruins to the west, Volkskygge and Deepwood Redoubt, where she thought she would find more word walls. And she needed to contact the Altmer priestess of Talos and let her know what had happened in Markarth. What finally decided her was the anticipation of performing in front of the young Priestesses of Dibella, something that had been sitting in the back of her mind for days.

 

She also needed to get the final missing pages for Olivia, and touch base with Faralda, Colette and Tolfdir so she could start her master's quests in the schools of destruction, restoration and alteration. She thought that illusion would soon follow, but she was sure she was ready for the other three schools. Conjuration was still a ways away.

 

So much to do, but she could take care of business in Markarth and move on. So she headed that way, stabling the horses by early afternoon, buying a spirited warhorse and two more pack animals. Then going to see Jolene at the temple.

 

“I wanted to talk to you about your project.”

 

“So you'll do it?” asked the excited priestess. “We could set it up for tomorrow.”

 

“I'm sorry, but tomorrow I will be moving on, and don't know when I'll come back this way. So how about tonight.”

 

The priestess thought on it for a moment, frowning, then finally smiling. “I'll have to talk with Mother Hamal, but I think we can do it tonight. If your man is willing.”

 

“Oh, he will be,” said Nora with a smile. She couldn't imagine Valdimar turning her down on anything having to do with sex.

 

* * *

 

“You ready to do this?” asked Nora, rubbing a hand over the bare shoulder of her lover.

 

“I'm a little anxious,” said Valdimar honestly. “I've done something like this before, but never with a lover like you. And never in front of a bunch of young priestesses”

 

Nora felt a little nervous herself, but that was overridden by the excitement she was feeling. She had always been an exhibitionist, loving the feel of appreciative eyes on her body. She had worked the stage at the Red Seat in Diamond city, fucking customers in front of everyone and earning large tips. She kind of missed those days, when she had many very horny men and women watching her every move.

 

Looking down at her bare body, her erect nipples, Nora knew she was ready. This was a professional audience, women who were in preparation to become Priestesses of the Goddess of Passionate Love. It would be their job to help others, men and women, get over their insecurities about sex. All of the shy men who didn't dare approach a woman, and so missed out on one of the best things about life. All of the women who wanted the men in their lives to have to look no further than themselves.

 

“Let's do it,” she said, taking the naked man by the hand and leading him through the curtains into the room Jolene had prepared. In the center of that room was a soft bed, freshly made with silky smooth sheets. And sitting around it on benches, a dozen young women in the novice robes of the order. Nora looked quickly at their faces. Most were in their mid-teens, the youngest probably thirteen. She thought that a little young for this kind of instruction, but the Order didn't, and she was not about to judge them.

 

“Welcome to our guests,” said Jolene, standing up. “Nora, who was the warrior who found our Sybil for us. And her lover, Valdimar.”

 

Hamal was also present, and she clapped her hands together, looking over her young charges. “Your undivided attention please. We can teach you much, but there are others you can learn from. And Sister Jolene has told me that this is an exceptional pair.”

 

“Look at her body,” said one of the young novices. “I've never seen such a strong looking woman.”

 

Nora was sure the young lady meant it as a complement. Nora had a strong body. Though she looked like she weighed a hundred and forty at most, with her chiseled arms and legs, and the strong abdominals which seemed about to pop from her stomach, she actually weighed close to two hundred pounds with her denser muscles and bones. Her rib cage was larger than most, holding her expansive lungs, and her B cup tits rode high on her chest. It was definitely a warrior’s body, but also one made for loving, and she hadn't come here to fight this night.

 

“What do you want us to do?” she asked, looking at Jolene.

 

“Do whatever comes naturally. But be sure to shift into different positions so the young ladies can get an appreciation for the different forms of lovemaking.”

 

“Lay down on the bed, please,” she told Valdimar. She lay down next to him, her face near his groin, her own genitals close to his face. He was already most of the way to being hard, but Nora didn't think it would hurt to start off with some oral. She licked his cock, working on his balls, then inhaling his dick, running her tongue around the head while he was in her mouth.

 

Valdimar grabbed her thighs and pulled her into him, kissing her labia, then licking her inner lips. After some time he went for her clitoris, and Nora felt the shivers of pleasure moving up her spine. She kept working his cock, moaning all the time and giving him more stimulation with those moans.

 

“The lovers are pleasuring each other orally,” said Jolene, as if this were a lecture. “You yourselves have pleasured each other this way, and some day you will be called upon to teach both men and women the technique.”

 

Nora could feel an orgasm building, the excitement of preforming for an audience adding to the pleasure the expert at cunnilingus was providing. She kept working his cock, tasting the precum with relish. Suddenly it hit, and she clenched her strong legs around the head of the man as she rode through the orgasm, crying out around his cock as she came.

 

“She came so fast,” said one of the young priestesses.

 

“Nora is exceptionally responsive,” said Jolene, smiling. “And I think I've never met anyone who enjoys sex more. Our Goddess rejoices in acts like hers, and someday maybe you will please the Divine as much.”

 

“You want to fuck?” she asked Valdimar in a whisper.

 

“Of course. Which position?”

 

“I want to try something new with you, so I will get on my hands and knees and you can enter me from behind.”

 

Nora got into the position and looked back at her lover with a smile on her face. Valdimar surprised her by leaning forward and kissing her genitals, then moved back and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. He thrust in slowly. Nora grunted, relaxing to let him in, and the man continued to slowly push.

 

“Is he going to get that monster in her?” asked one of the younger novices.

 

“Oh yeah,” said Nora, to the laughter of the watchers. “It takes some doing, but he always drives it home.”

 

“Nora is the tightest woman I have ever had,” said Valdimar with a grunt. “So hot, tight and wet. It takes a little effort to get in there, but it's definitely worth it.”

 

Valdimar started to thrust, in and out, slowly building up to a rhythm that had his cock sliding in and out of his friend's pussy. There were many oohs and awes from the watchers, and Nora reached back and started to fondle the man's balls when they were in reach.

 

“Nora is very advanced. Try to remember what she does, so someday you can try it.”

 

The Dragonborn relaxed her vaginal muscles as much as she could, letting the man enjoy fucking her without having to concentrate too much on holding back. Still, even relaxed, she knew she was providing a lot of wet friction.

 

“I've never had a woman like this before,” whispered Valdimar in her ear.

 

“How do you like it?” she asked in a pant.

 

“Delicious. I could do this all night.”

 

“Well, we have to move on to something else.”

 

Valdimar withdrew, and Nora turned and pushed him on his back, then mounted him facing away. They had not fucked like this before either, and Nora leaned back and started riding him in earnest. His cock felt so good going in and out of her cunt, and she was on the verge of another orgasm. It built quickly, and soon she was screaming her passion as her pussy clenched around the delightful invader to her inner recesses.

 

“It's good to be vocal in your lovemaking,” said Jolene, smiling at her young charges. “It lets your lover know how much you are enjoying them, and heightens their own pleasure.”

 

“How about faking it?”

 

“Never, ever do that. Your lover will know, and they will lose all trust in you. Use your own hand on your clitoris if need be. In fact, do that every time you make love. Your orgasm is your own responsibility.”

 

Nora raised herself up and turned around, never letting the cock leave the embrace of her pussy. She could feel the sweat running down her face, dripping onto the chest of the man. She started riding him again from this new position. He reached up and started playing with her breasts, and his face scrunched up to show his pleasure.

 

“Is he ever going to cum?”

 

“Go ahead and let go, lover,” said Nora. “We'll get you up and have another go from there.”

 

Valdimar nodded as Nora clamped down with her pussy, giving him all he could take. She rode him fast, another orgasm building, until she was howling at the ceiling and Valdimar's cock was growing inside her. With a shout he spurted into her, wave after wave of cum. Nora collapsed on him, and Valdimar kissed her face, her forehead, her neck, every place he could reach.

 

“Wow,” said one of the novices. “That was quite a demonstration.”

 

“We're not through yet,” gasped Nora, again working on the cock of her young lover. It was soon hard again, and she kept him on his back as she mounted him in the X position, her legs over his, her pussy exposed to his touch. She started riding while Valdimar played with her clit. She took it slow this time, savoring the cock, enjoying every inch of him while letting him enjoy her pussy walls. They fucked like this for fifteen minutes or so, Nora riding a pair of orgasms, each more powerful that the last. Finally she rolled off the man, laying on her back, spreading her legs and inviting him to fuck her the good old-fashioned way.

 

Valdimar climbed between her legs, letting Nora place him at her entrance, then thrusting all the way in her relaxed and well lubricated pussy. This time he went at it like a wild beast, thrusting hard, his groin slapping into hers. Nora rode another orgasm, the most powerful yet, her every nerve on fire with pleasure. She reached between her legs as she came down, cupping Valdimar's balls and gently playing with them. After a few moments the man started grunting, and his cock swelled inside her pussy once again. Nora squeezed the balls that were moving upward in their sack. Valdimar cried out as his cum spurt into his lover, then lay still. Nora kissed him this time, face, neck, forehead. Valdimar ended their lovemaking with a deep kiss, his tongue playing with hers.

 

“How did he last so long?” asked one of the novices.

 

“How many orgasms did she have?”

 

“I will answer questions later,” said Mother Hamal, laughing. “Now show our guests our appreciation.”

 

The class clapped and cheered as Nora disentangled herself from her lover. Her face and chest were flushed, and the afterglow of the orgasms had her body humming. Valdimar seemed to be very pleased with himself, and Nora leaned down to kiss him once again. She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the bed, then through the curtain and into the other room.

 

“I must say,” said Mother Hamal, following them through the curtain. “I have never seen anything like that. You are so blessed by the Goddess to have each other.”

 

“I think so,” said Nora, smiling at the Priestess, then up at her lover. “I've always enjoyed sex, and I've had many lovers, some very good. But nothing like this man.”

 

“And I've never had a woman like her,” said Valdimar.

 

“Don't let the other girls hear too much of that out of you,” said Nora, laughing. “Remember, I have to go into battle with them behind me.”

 

“Jolene has told me about your relationships with your followers,” said Hamal, also laughing. “Unusual, but again a blessing.”