A Prize For Knowledge

In the forest.

"Sorry I pushed you but who are you?"

Tahni pleaded as she stood tall, away from the fallen trunk of the fir tree. Her hand was outstretched to help the wierd lady up, and the lady grabbed it. But as the lady grabbed her hand, there coursed a current from the lady's palm, which taunted the veins of Tahni. Tahni let go of the lady's hand, she felt drained. She fell on her back, though still conscious.

The lady walked to her and offered her hand but Tahni didn't take it. The beautiful face of the lady folded into a rich smile as she said in broken accent,

"Don't be feared Aynea. Aynea be friends."

Tahni helped herself up as she considered the lady closely. She could make the full feature of the wierd lady out finally. But what she seemed to have a problem was the accent. And of course, the body contact.

"Please don't hurt me. I can't promise that I'll do whatever you want but believe me, I'm everything but a threat."

Tahni stuttered severally finding her words. She noticed that the lady was keeping a straight and cool face. There was no point being worked up.

The lady turned her back on her and called,

"Come with Aynea. Aynea be show you wherever you be want."

Tahni thought twice before taking the offer of the stranger. But she confided in one thing, staying there would make no difference. Plus if she was in harms, things wouldn't had -- whatever.

"Wait, Aynea."

Tahni called instead. Aynea halted but didn't turn. Tahni hurried and got to her. She feigned the courage to stand beside her. She turned and looked at Aynea's face. Damn! Twas glowing.

"Where do you think I'm going?"

She asked. Aynea turned to her,

"Aynea be know everything she be want. Aynea be need only to be look into the person eyes."

Tahni sighed. There were quite the numbers of questions she wanted to ask her at that moment but that would take forever. She wanted to test how efficient the Aynea lady was. Whether or not Aynea was bluffing.

"Ok! I'll take your words."

Tahni admitted. Aynea took two steps back and stretched out her hands to Tahni. Tahni shook her head in disapproval,

"I don't think that's a good option."

She muttered. Aynea chuckled. There was a fragrance that emanated from her mouth. Tahni felt like kissing her, tasting the lips and sucking the fragrance out. She did have a thing for ladies. But Aynea was just a strange one. Super strange and wierd.

"Be trust Aynea. Aynea be true with words. Not like rude Nymphs and treachery mortal."

Tahni still didn't find a reason to trust the lady. She hesitated for a long while then stretched out her hands and allowed the lady tuck hers in hers.

She was disappointed. There was no current as of before. The two of them were only reaped. Reaped by the wandering winds and were barned before a very old cave with cracks on its hard but cold walls.

"The cave of the sorcerer?"

Tahni gave the unbelievable stare as soon as they reappeared. The cave was the first thing that caught her sight. Then she heard the lapping of waters in the other direction. She looked, there was a stream opposite the cave. But to the left and right were clusters of thick shrubs and haughty creepers. Twas the deepest part of the forest. She didn't need to be told.

She looked away from the cave to Aynea who still had her hands in hers.

"Thank you."

She muttered. Aynea looked away and nodded,

"Priest be inside. Go quickly."

She looked back at Tahni. Tahni stared into her taming eyeballs and felt smothered. Aynea's charming lips wouldn't leave her thoughts. Tahni succumbed. She kissed Aynea briefly and let go of her.

There was a sequence of rays that travelled across Aynea's face at the kiss. Tahni gasped. Twas magical but beautiful.

Aynea's reaction to the kiss was unprecedented. She still had her eyes closed. Like she had been kissed for the first time and was still trying to process and contain the effect.

Twas as simply as this; Tahni stole her first kiss.

Tahni left her standing on that spot and hurried towards the cave. She didn't think twice before entering. She gasped as she entered.

From the mouth of the cave to half of the inn was lit in golden rays. The rays flickered, pacing through the breadth of the inn. There were also assorted echoes of strange noise that were quite creepy. That wasn't too bad for a secluded sorcerer's nest.

Then suddenly, the ominous echoes stopped abruptly and the inn was washed in a silver light that seemed to come from outside the cave. But before she could turn to see what was happening behind her, she saw a figure standing up ahead of her with its back to her.

She began to take a step at a time. The floor of the inn was marbled. That was quite a wonder. The walls to the right and left now crystal clear. So clear that she could see her pupils staring back at her.

What other proofs did she need to be told that that was some inn of some super crazy and powerful old sorcerer?

Then out of nowhere, red candles began to sprout out of the marbled floor up ahead of her. The candles were lit and had surrounded the figure gulped by the silhouette of gloom.

The rays from the candles began to suck the pangs of the gloom and the figure was beginning to have life. She couldn't go any further; she had gotten to the border of the candles; A long thin red rope which had fire lacing it; A burning but hale rope.

Then the figure turned and her jaws dropped. She had expected an old man stricken by the wiles of fate and bathed in wrinkles. But all she could see was a bare-chested 5'7 youth with abs and moaning muscles. From his waists to the rise of his thighs was a wrapper made from the hides of cheetah. The same hides were wrapped around his elbows, some parts of his hairy arms spared.

"Impossible."

She muttered as soon as she saw him. The youth had a long face on and stretched his muscular arms out. The arms outstretched caused a strong wind which swept into the inn and blew out all the candles and took with it the silver lightening.

The cave then was plunged into a normal stuffy cave with stench and crappy soil beneath the feet.

"Isn't that quite an intro, lady?"

The youth said, smiling, his long face tucked beneath a handsome broad face.

"How'd you do that?"

She asked looking around, probably finding it hard to believe that what she had just seen were just but mirage.

"Is that your question?"

The youth tossed back his own turn of question. She napped,

"Of course not. I'm here to know if my father is really still alive. After being beheaded. And of course, where my sister is. Cos many said they are together, but that I find hard to believe. I should see things for myself."

The youth nodded his head and said,

"What will you trade for the knowledge?"

She shook her head in disapproval,

"I don't have money, man."

"There are several things that make up for money."

The youth replied. She thought for a while. She didn't have anything on her. Nothing at all. Then finally something popped into her head,

"How about sex?"

The youth chuckled and bit his lower lips.

"Very well then."

Then he turned his back to her and stretched his arms again. But that time, he said few ancient words and the inn was transformed into a room with bed, with roses lined across the edges of the bed. She gasped.

"Come to bed, lady."

He offered and walked towards the bed. She only stood wondering if she was in a trance or some virtual games.

Then the youth at once had no cloth on any longer. Her eyes widened at his huge cock. She began to salivate.

But then she remembered that she already had a crush, matter-of-factly waiting for her outside.

But the boner of the youth couldn't make her think straightly. She believed Aynea would understand. Plus the only thing she could think of was having that big boner ripping her ribs apart. Her singing the tune of pleasure.

And most importantly, getting the information at the end of the day.