It was neither the singing of the birds nor the gentle caress of the rising sun that awoke Sally Vinebrook the following morning, but rather the heat and pressure of the water lapping around her legs and the weight of her body pulling at the vines around her arms and waist. With a yawn and an arching stretch of her back, she carefully started to open her eyes, allowing them time to adjust to the light as she tried to coax her still sleep-addled mind into figuring out what was going on.
She vaguely recalled Modan wrapping her in a vine harness and suspending her above the swamp to sleep once again after the previous night’s activities, but something wasn’t quite right about her current configuration. For starters, she wasn’t above the lake anymore. Instead she was floating in the water up to her waist, the mostly-friendly vines gently swinging her by the shoulders and chest. Before she could deduce much more than that though, an involuntary shudder surged through her, and Sally’s eyes bulged open in surprise as she felt something slick and insistent penetrate her.
“Eep!”
On instinct, she tried clamping her thighs around whatever it was that had snuck up between them, and felt a head of long, flowing hair pressed between them.
“Oh! M… Mistress… y-you, you… ahhhh…”
Starting to catch on to what was happening now, she tried to get her legs to relax and apologize, but the feeling of the naiad’s tongue working its way in and out of her overrode her thoughts as it made her squirm in delight.
In response to her wriggling, Modan seized a buttock in each hand and squeezed possessively, seeming not to mind or perhaps even enjoy the pressure of the plump thighs around her head as she lapped at the inside of the girl’s pussy and ground her lip up and down over her clitoris beneath the surface of the warm water.
Sally fluttered her legs from her knees downward in time with her mistress’s lapping, her toes curling and uncurling with each increasingly frantic breath that bounced her naked breasts up and down above the lake. She wanted desperately to press herself even tighter against the water nymph now that she understood what was going on, to push her incredibly skilled tongue even deeper inside of her, but suspended as she was, all she could do was gasp and moan.
“P-please Mistress, don’t stop!”
Modan continued to suck and lick and scourge relentlessly until Sally’s body began to tremble and tighten, bare millimeters away from release. Then, with a gurgled laugh that sent tingling vibrations across the mage’s overexcited lips, she forced her trembling legs apart and brought her head up to the surface, smiling tauntingly up at her from between her splayed thighs.
“Good morning, sweet one.”
“G-good morning,” panted Sally.
Seemingly of their own accord, her hips tried to wiggle closer to the naiad’s tantalizingly close mouth in order to reach the climax they’d been promised, but the stupid vines holding her in place made that impossible, and all she managed to do was splash around like a struggling fish.
“Please!” she whimpered, arching her back to close the distance.
“Mmmm?”
Modan looked up at her with wide, angelic eyes, feigning innocence.
Her smirk gave her away though.
“Please what?”
“Oooh,” whined Sally, squirming her hips even more vigorously in an effort to draw attention to them. “I… I’m so close! Please, Mistress, j-just a little more!”
Modan nodded, though not in assent, just acknowledgement as she remained exactly where she was.
“Hmmm… No. I don’t think so. You’re awake now.”
She let her grin widen by another couple of teeth.
“I’ve accomplished what I set out to do.”
With a silent command from her, the vines then lowered the wriggling mage all the way into the murky water and released her, letting her sink down to her neck before floating back up again while they withdrew into the trees. Sally leveled a pout at Modan, but wisely decided not to push the issue any further just then. Although her fingers did start to wander down between her legs after she’d righted herself.
“Perhaps this way you’ll be more motivated for today’s lesson.”
“Lesson, Mistress?” Sally asked, perking up from her sulking at the prospect of learning something new and exciting.
“What? Are you not interested in learning anything more? It hasn’t quite been a few days yet, you know.”
Modan snickered.
“And I wouldn’t say that you’ve quite mastered all that you’ve attempted thus far. Although last night you certainly proved to be a far faster learner than I expected.”
The memory of the previous night’s “lesson” made Sally shiver and tingle all over again. On the one hand, she had managed to satisfy Modan, eventually. But on the other, it had taken no fewer than three more rounds of spanking before she got it exactly right!
The thought of her mistress’s iron palm diverted Sally’s wandering hands away from their journey between her thighs, and instead sent them zipping around to clamp onto her bottom. Shaking her head quickly from side to side in an effort to dissuade Modan of even the hint that she might be getting bored, she started babbling.
“No, no, no, Mistress! I do want to learn, I do!”
“I thought so.”
Modan grinned toothily, victoriously even, at that; a conqueror gloating over a total subjugation.
“In that case, today I would like to show you more about the water and its minerals and their nature. And about the plants that spring and drink from it as well. There may be a small problem, though.”
She paused then, looking about as close to concerned as Sally had seen her come so far.
“Can you shield yourself from being burned?”
“Burned?” echoed Sally, feeling her stomach flutter at the word as memories of the Kura’s delights came flooding back unbidden in a hazy tangle that set her cheeks alight with a hot blush. “I um… I can definitely try if you’re talking about pure heat, but if you’re thinking about using those berries for something, I’m not so sure if I can…”
“Oooh, don’t worry, sweet one.”
Modan reached out and placed a comforting hand on Sally’s cheek, encouraging her to rest her head against her palm.
“You’ll get plenty more of Kura’s delight in due time.”
She smirked at the put-upon scowl this produced in her acolyte.
“However, I was referring to the hot spring at the center of the lake, where my mother’s milk bubbles up from deep within earth. Can you protect yourself from the heat there?”
At the mention of the hot spring, Sally’s face lit up with a smile as bright as the noon day sun.
“You’re really going to show me the spring, Mistress?”
“I’d rather not repeat myself, unless you’re ready to pay for it first thing in the morning.”
Modan raised an eyebrow in mock-sternness then.
“Are you?”
Sally blushed and nuzzled the naiad’s palm in reply to her question. She then chewed on her lower lip for a moment, looking up at her with big green eyes that contained a spark of mischief that hadn’t been there a couple days earlier. Again, it was a tricky question to answer. So instead she tried picking a nice middle-of-the-road reply in the form of asking, “Um… So is that a yes?”
Modan’s only answer was to grab her by the ear and start dragging her, with no regard for the pain or awkwardness as she pulled her sputtering through the water, over to the nearest available rock.
Even if the nymph’s response had been the one she’d been (mostly) hoping for, being dragged by her ear toward a hard spanking was still an experience that Sally couldn’t help but yelp and wriggle her way through.
“Please Mistress, I was just excited,” she pleaded. “I didn’t mean to be rude, it won’t happen again!”
“I don’t believe that for a second,” scoffed Modan without deigning to look back at the mage as she hauled her up into the shallows, making her slosh desperately behind her to keep up. “And now you’re lying to me as well. It seems you are determined to never, ever learn.”
“No, really, I- Ah!”
Stopping abruptly, Modan plopped herself down onto a tall stone with a flat top jutting out from the muck and hoisted Sally into the air with her impressive strength before depositing her over her lap so that her head was hanging down just barely above the surface of the muddy, tadpole-swarming water. The tiny creatures stirring below the murk were interesting, but the curious little Cindertouched wasn’t able to concentrate on them for very long as her mistress trapped her in place with an arm around her waist and launched into what must have been her ninth or tenth over-the-knee session since her arrival in her swamp.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The spanking itself wasn’t nearly as hard as most of the previous ones had been. Instead, it was just a stern, painful reminder that relit the fires from the night before, and made Sally’s aching sex groan even louder and more desperately for release.
—
The young mage’s pussy wasn’t the only thing that was aching when at last Modan was through with her. By the time the last swat had found its place and finished setting her bottom to jiggling, she was panting heavily and a light sheen of sweat had formed across her forehead and down the smooth valley of her arched back.
“I’m… I’m sorry… Mistress…” panted Sally between ragged breaths.
Once again, she was desperately close to the edge of climax, her hips wriggling across Modan’s lap in search for something to rub against.
“I… I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“Good. I am totally convinced that you won’t, and that I will not have to spank you a single other time for the duration of your stay.”
“Humph!”
Modan smirked and gave Sally’s bottom a few friendly pats, before casually pushing her forward off of her knees so that she belly-flopped into the muddy water in front of her with an undignified splash, laughing to herself at her splashing and sputtering.
“Now follow me to the spring, you naughty thing. You’ll find some fruits and berries along the way.”
Crawling back into the water without a second glance, she began to lead the way toward their destination, the top half of her head sticking out just above the surface and leaving a trail of floating hair behind her.
It took Sally a few moments of floundering in the shallows before she was able to once again reacquire her bearings, coughing and sputtering while attempting to pout at being denied her release yet again all at the same time. But soon she was scrambling off after the retreating dome of her mistress’s head, stopping along the way to pluck a few fruits and berries from the various plants and trees as she splashed after her. She wasn’t sure if the items she was gathering were supposed to be part of her lesson, or just her breakfast, so she made sure to gather a few extras just in case, nibbling on the sweet things along the way. After all, she didn’t want to get in trouble again.
Well, at least not right away.
Modan set an easy pace for them as she led the way through the bog, past the cauldron trees and into the great clearing at its center where the bubbling pit was nestled amid the standing stones, sending its continuous plume of steam roiling up into the brilliant morning sky above. A light rain drizzled down around the edges of the island and the inner ring of the clearing, saturating the area with Power and life. A pair of large turtles could be seen floating idly around the lake, their heads sticking up on long necks to gaze dully around through the fog and steam, while smaller creatures splashed about and birds continued to sing from high above.
It was serene, yet undeniably primordial and thrumming with raw, untapped Power.
“Cast your spells and follow me,” ordered Modan, as she glided on toward the central island nexus, around which the water fizzed and steamed in a low simmer.
Sally felt a knot of eager anticipation, and just a little bit of worry, form in the pit of her stomach as she watched her mistress drift away into the mist. On the one hand, as a Cindertouched, the spells to shield herself against heat and flame were among those that came most naturally to her., On the other… Failure in her spell-weaving here would not end well for her.
Gulping nervously, she paused near the edge of the boiling water and began to gather herself. Shaking her mop of damp, blonde locks to clear her head of any lingering doubts, she took her time inhaling deeply through her nose, holding the warm air within her lungs for a seven count, before exhaling it just as slowly through pursed lips.
“Alright Sally, you can do this.”
Closing her eyes, she extended her perceptions out toward the unseen eddies and ethereal streams of the Power swirling all around her. With an effort, she then began to draw those streams into her, wrapping them around herself and lashing them to her body’s own aura as she began to recite the incantation for the enchantment that would prevent her from being burned to a crisp. As she worked her spell she felt a tingle, not unlike the one she’d experienced when her mistress had first kissed her, ripple over her skin as she intoned the words of Power for the third time, and when she finally opened her eyes a few moments later, she knew that she’d succeeded.
“Yes!”
Beaming brightly, joy and pride at having successfully cast the tricky spell radiating through her, Sally scrambled off to join Modan.
“I’m coming Mistress!”
Modan had already climbed up onto the crescent island and was waiting between the tall, geometric rocks lining it by the time Sally joined her. As the young mage splashed out of the shallows, she noticed that there were carvings etched into these strange stones as well, and that they were far more intact than the others she’d seen thus far. One depicted a woman with the face of a toad, the wings of a bat, and the tail of a fish, carved in a primitive and blocky style. Further down the moss covered column, beneath the toad-woman, were a circle of similarly crude, squat, humanlike figures with flat faces, long hair, and exaggerated chests and hips.
Modan smiled as Sally moved to stand in front of her.
“Good, you don’t look burned. Well, most of you, at least.”
She reached around and squeezed one of the mage’s plump sit-spots at that, silently reminding her that she’d just been spanked. Although Sally’s enchantment prevented her skin from being seared by the intense heat of the steaming island, it unfortunately did nothing to mitigate the warmth radiating from her naked rump. (If it had, she would’ve mastered it within her first month at the monastery!) So instead, she squirmed in her mistress’s grip, and let out a half-nervous little giggle.
“This is where I was born,” explained Modan, letting go of Sally’s tush and gesturing toward the bubbling pit of mud at the island’s center. “Or rather, where I was sent to grow up, depending on how you want to look at it.”
Sally felt her eyes grow wide as saucers at this revelation, and, taking her hand off of the spot Modan had just squeezed, she eagerly swept her gaze around the small island again in the hope that she might see something from the naiad’s childhood.
“Water nymphs don’t play with toys do they?” she murmured to herself while absently chewing on her thumbnail as she squinted at the carvings, finding herself wishing that she’d brought some parchment and charcoal to make rubbings with.
“Oh, I play with toys.”
Modan gave Sally a look that at once made her feel very, very uncomfortable, and simultaneously excited all at the same time. She then breezed past her over to the edge of the boiling hot spring and gestured down, the column of white steam shrieking up just in front of her breasts.
“I came up through here. I remember how it looked then. Dry. Red, barren hills everywhere.”
She smiled wistfully, then.
“The grass and bushes grew soon after I came though, and the trees followed thereafter.”
As she spoke, Sally couldn’t help but stare in wide-eyed awe at all of the foliage and life that had developed since that time innumerable centuries ago. To think that where there was so much life now had once been barren and desolate?
Fascinating!
“This spring comes straight from my mother’s cavern, you see. You’ll find no more potent source of water anywhere on the surface world.”
Modan gestured then for Sally to come join her.
“Now, try weaving an enchantment on it.”
“R… right!”
Still reeling from what she’d just learned, the young mage approached the edge of the spring cautiously. While her spell kept its skin-searing heat at bay, the sheer amount of Power radiating off of it was overwhelming! Truth be told, it wasn’t all that different from her mistress standing right next to her.
With another deep inhale and exhale, the steam merely tickling her lungs instead of flash-frying them thanks to her protective ward, she reached out with her mind and tried exerting her will on the water through the Power.
Come along now, water, don’t be shy, she called to it, trying to coax some of it out of the bubbling pit.
To her delight and legitimate shock – this was definitely the realm of her Watertouched sisters, and most of her efforts were entirely guesswork now – a thin tendril did indeed coil up out of the gurgling mass, heeding her summons. However, maintaining control over it was a lot like trying to stay saddled on a wild stallion, and a moment later the tendril exploded. Sending boiling droplets of water out in all directions, and making Sally flinch and jump back in surprise.
“Ah! Oh… oh my,” she breathed, laughing nervously and peering back at the spring with a newfound respect.
“It still remembers my mother,” explained Modan. “Still knows that it’s alive. You can’t just command it, you need to appease it. Convince it that you are worthy of shaping it.”
She took a step back then and watched the naked, red-bottomed girl standing before the spring with an enigmatic smirk.
“See if you can manage something.”
“Convince it?” repeated Sally, eyeing the bubbling spring dubiously as she tried to figure out what she could possibly do to convince countless gallons of boiling water that she was worth listening to.
Part of her wanted to just ask how she should do that, but the greater part of her wanted to puzzle it out on her own and impress her mistress. Hoping that maybe there was something she’d overlooked, she squinted at the carvings on the stones again, but those didn’t seem to offer any answers.
Oh well, I suppose I may as well try again…
Closing her eyes, she extended her hands out toward the spring. Maybe if she set aside her mundane sight altogether she’d be able to see what she should do? With another breath, she reached out once again and drew her ethereal presence up to its full stature, putting out another thought with a bit more emphasis this time and prefacing it with more elaborate words of Power.
Um… Hello, Mistress Water. My name is Sally Vinebrook. I know you’re busy helping everything around here grow, but would you mind lending me some of your Power for just a little bit?
With that mental request, she once again formed the thought of coaxing a tendril of water up and out, trying to show the hot spring what exactly she was trying to do, and hoping that it would agree to help.
And once again it appeared to work.
For a moment, anyway.
Her water-knot quickly exploded again almost as soon as it had formed, this time with even greater violence, and Modan shook her flower-strewn head.
“You cannot wheedle this spring, nor can you overpower it.”
Stepping closer, she put a hand under Sally’s chin and turned her head up, tipping it back so that she was forced to look her in the eye.
“What do you know of this spring? Of its personality?” she pressed.
“J-just what you’ve told me Mistress,” replied Sally, trying to keep the disappointment and nervousness out of her voice. “You said it remembers your mother and that it’s willful. So I just thought that maybe if I was nicer to it…”
Modan pursed her lips and shook her head again.
“Is being nice enough? Tell me about this spring. Tell me what it desires, what pleases it, and what must be done for it to want to help you.”
Sally pursed her own lips and furrowed her brow in concentration as she tried to puzzle out the naiad’s words.
“What it desires…” she murmured softly, rolling the words around her tongue, as if tasting them might yield some fresh insight.
“Well, I know that the spring stems from your mother’s cavern, from the river goddess Arthun’s cavern,” she continued, spooling out her thoughts like twine as she worked her way toward a conclusion. “If it comes from the river goddess’s cavern, then it would definitely obey one of her children, but I’m not one of those, so… Hmmm…”
Frowning, she looked at her mistress with concern and asked, “Is it ability that it craves? Am I not strong enough for it to think me worthy of obeying, Mistress?”
In response, Modan shifted around to stand behind Sally, and put a hand on each of her shoulders, gently squeezing and massaging. Suddenly, she brought her face forward and bit the crook of the girl’s neck. Not hard at first, just slowly bringing her teeth together and pulling at her skin. She let go after a moment, and then gave her another bite, this time on her ear, and ran her tongue-tip very gently along its inner rim, asking again, “What do you know about this spring? What have you learned about it?”
Her mistress’s nibbles and bites raised the temperature in Sally’s face to something approaching that of the spring itself. Her face started to glow nearly as red as her bottom, and for a few moments all she could do was fumble around for words. After what felt like forever to her, but couldn’t actually have been more than a few seconds, she managed to regain enough control of her tongue to offer up hopefully, “It um… It’s the base from which all the life in the bog draws its strength? That from the smallest crawler to the biggest knucker, and all the plants in between, that they all carry some part of it?”
“Yes,” Modan whispered into her ear. “But you are forgetting something even more basic. Something you already know.”
Snaking an arm around the mage, she pinched her left nipple, rolling it between her fingers and using the rest of her hand to grope and squeeze at her breast. While she did that, her other hand slid down along the water-slicked skin of her stomach, before gripping her between her legs and yanking her back so that her hot bottom was scratched by the thatch of dark hair at her mistress’s groin and her arched back was pressed against the ample swell of her breasts.
“Ah! M-Mistress…!” Sally moaned, overcome by sensation all at once.
Ignoring her feeble struggles, Modan murmured against her ear again, louder and with more force this time.
“Everything has a spirit, little human. Every rock. Every stream. Every hill.”
She bit Sally’s earlobe again, harder.
“Who is the spirit of this spring, and what earns her cooperation?”
Sally squirmed in her mistress’s arms, caught once again in the contradictory void of pain and pleasure that she just couldn’t seem to stay out of, as she tried desperately to focus on her words even as her body reacted to her touches.
“A-Arthun!” she cried out, her lower lip trembling as she hovered only steps away from the precipice of release.
Modan’s voice was an actual growl now.
“No!”
She pushed Sally forward, forcing her down onto her knees as both hands seized hold of her breasts in a painful squeeze and her mouth yanked at her hair.
“I am the spirit of the misty bog. I am the life of the boiling spring. My mother is deep and far below us. This spring is me! What you see before you now is my true body!”
Modan pinched each nipple hard and gave them a merciless twist that had Sally arching her back with a cry of pain, before then moving her hands up to the mage’s shoulders, shoving her forward and making her bow down.
“What pleases me? What have you done that earns my favor?”
“Ack! Oh! Mistress please, I’m sorry!” cried Sally, her body absorbing the naiad’s displeasure like a sponge even as her hips rose up higher to accept whatever else she might deem necessary.
It really was pretty obvious in hindsight, she had to admit. Of course this was her bog! Part of her wanted to protest that it wasn’t her fault, that she would have answered correctly had she not been so… distracted, but it was only a fleeting thought that burst and dissipated almost as quickly as one of the bubbles in the spring before her.
“Please don’t be upset with me, Mistress!” she moaned instead, genuine fear and worry that she’d upset Modan seeping into her cry. “I-I… wish only to obey and learn from you. I will do whatever you command!”
“Yes. Yes you will.”
Modan thrust her big hips into Sally’s sore bottom, making it sting anew as she ground herself hard against her tender skin.
“Tell me what commands you will obey.”
She then reached out and grabbed a handful of honey blonde hair, yanking the girl’s head upward and jerking her gaze away from the boiling mud to the steam that rose from it.
“W-whatever you desire, Mistress,” she gasped out, her sore and stinging buttocks wriggling against her mistress’s warm hips seemingly of their own accord as her breath started coming in ragged pants. “S-simply name it, and I will obey!”
“Now.”
Modan rose to her feet, hauling Sally up with her and gripping her hair in one hand and her throat in the other as her mouth continued growling and tonguing at her ear.
“Cast. Your. Spell.”
“Oh horsefeathers!” the girl moaned, completely undone by the naiad’s harsh order.
It was one thing to make promises, but another thing entirely to have to actually carry them out. Still though, her mistress had commanded it, and she had promised to obey, and by all the gods below and above she was sure as the moon going to try! She squirmed with the effort of trying to focus, doing her best to ignore the twinge of panic her oath produced in her (not to mention the hands around her throat and hair!) With a supreme effort of will, she reached out once again to the bubbling cauldron in front of her and cried aloud, “Come to me! In the name of your mistress and mine, Modan, daughter of Arthun, I call you to obey!”
The steam condensed as it rose from the bubbling mud, forming itself into a watery likeness of Sally Vinebrook, naked and flushed and open mouthed. Unlike the mere flickers and small movements she’d managed to conjure before, this elemental actually strode forth onto the land, maintaining itself and obeying her mental commands until, overwhelmed with what she’d just done, she let it collapse into a shower of droplets and steam.
A coherent water elemental! I can’t even do that with stone or fire yet!
Modan barely gave her enough time to appreciate what she’d just done however, before slamming her face and chest back down into the mud, bearing down on her. Quick as a striking water snake, she slipped one hand around her front and began to attack her pussy lips, firmly stroking and sliding them around.
“That is correct. The Power here will heed you, provided you worship it. Worship me.”
With a haughty sneer, the naiad pressed the mage’s cheek even further into the mud and ground her crotch into her sore ass as she continued stroking and groping between her lower lips, slowly working one finger and then two inside of her.
“Ah!”
Euphoria, both from successfully summoning a fully formed water elemental for the first time, and from her mistress’s fingers working their way deeper and deeper into her as if to illustrate how utterly and completely she belonged to her, bubbled up inside of Sally until it was roiling and boiling like the waters of the spring in front of her.
“Mistress!” she cried out, drawing the single word out even as the mud half-muffled it.
That single word containing all of her feelings of devotion and obedience.
A special hymn, a prayer for only her that only she could offer.
“Speak, and I will obey!”
“Alright.”
Modan giggled almost innocently then, her earlier primal fury seeming to have completely dissipated as she released the mage without any warning and stood up.
“Roam the bog, and see what else you can do now that you understand the nature of the water. Then meet me in the tree where we played yesterday when the first frogs begin to croak this evening.”
“Y-yes, ma’am,” panted Sally, still lying face down in the mud as her trembling hands desperately sought the juncture between her thighs, hoping to somehow finish herself off before the moment passed her by.
Noticing this, Modan bent forward and swatted the prostrate girl’s jiggly bottom one last time.
SMACK!
“And don’t you dare touch yourself until then.”
With that, she then nonchalantly strode back into the water, leaving Sally to groan in frustration as she clenched her fists impotently in the mud.
It was going to be a long, long afternoon.
