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Lessons at Sthiss Tor.
By Ozymandias

They stood together looking out at the muddy river.
Finally she turned from the railing and brushed at the shoulders of her cloak with distaste. The ash puffed up fro her fingers in tiny clouds. “I’m going below,” she told him, making a face. “It’s just too dirty up here.”
“I thought you wanted to talk to me,” he said.
“I don’t think you’re ready to listen. It’ll wait.” She stepped away, then stopped. “Oh, Garion.”
“yes?”
“I wouldn’t drink any of the ale that the sailors are swilling. After what they made you drink at the palace, it would probably make you sick.”
“Oh,” he agreed a trifle regretfully. “All right.”
“It’s up to you of course,” she said, “but I thought you ought to know.” Then she turned again and went to the hatch and disappeared down the stairs.
Garion’s emotions were turbulent. The entire day had been vastly eventful, and his mind was filled with a welter of confusing images. Garion was slightly regretful at his Aunt’s untimely appearance. True, he was glad to be out of Salmissra’s clutches, but surely Aunt Pol could have waited an hour before rescuing him? The more he thought about it the more that he thought he had been slightly unfairly treated. It seemed his whole life; Aunt Pol had put in an appearance just before he came to find out some of the mysteries of the other sex. There were many occasions with Zubrette on Faldor’s farm, that Cherek girl with the nice smile and the promising looking bust up in Val Alorn, and now, Salmissra, Torak’s teeth, if he couldn’t score with Salmissra, what kind of man was he? He might as well be a eunuch. With this in mind he made a decision, he would go and tell Aunt Pol that next time he needed rescuing from a beautiful female, could she at lest give him a fair chance of finding out about girls first. Garion turned away from the sooty railing, and stepped toward the hatch and descended below decks headed for Aunt Pol’s cabin.
This was all well and good in his mind, but upon reaching her door, it suddenly wasn’t such a great idea. Aunt Pol was a formidable woman, not one that you’d want to get on the wrong side of, and he’d already done that quite a few times of late. Therefore, showing the wisdom he hoped to acquire later in life, he turned away. Sadly, not quickly enough.
“Come in Garion,” came a voice from within “I know you’re out there.”
Resigned to his fate he opened the door, hesitating before entering the room.
“Come in dear, close the door,” she said without turning around from the pothole that she was standing in front of, combing her long black hair.
“Aunt Pol,” Garion walked toward his aunt, unsure quite how to put this.
“You have something on your mind dear?”
Garion backed out of it completely, “would you like me to do that for you?” taking the brush out of her hand as Aunt Pol sat on the edge of the bed “thank you dear, that would be lovely” Polgara closed her eyes dreamily as Garion ran the brush through her hair. “Is this the only reason you came down to me Garion?”
“No, I wanted to thank you for…well everything, especially today”
Pol turned round, her eyes open wide, and liquid filled. “My Belgarion.” Was all she said, taking him up in a hug, and everything was alright again. “Now, please finish my hair” sitting again and reclosing her eyes, entering that same dreamlike pose.
Garion smiled despite his inner feelings, as he combed he looked down at his aunt, and perhaps for the first time in his life, realised that she was a woman, and a spectacularly beautiful one. Deciding to push his luck on the girls front he spoke to his aunt. “I’m glad you saved me today, but couldn’t you have waited, just a little bit?”
Polgara laughed, a warm rich laugh “and leave you in the embrace of the serpent queen? Lush as she was she wasn’t your type Garion.”
“I’m not talking about marriage aunt, I’m talking about…well you know.”
“I’m well aware of what you’re talking about young man, and trust me; you’ll know when it’s time for that.”
Still brushing, Garion slightly resented the implications of this, “and Zubrette, and that Cherek girl? That wasn’t right either?”
“No dear,” Polgara moaned softly, “keep brushing Garion”
Garion did so, moving around his aunt, so that he was facing her right hand side. As he brushed, he looked down at her, looking down, straight down the front of her dress. Nearly dropping the brush in shock, he realised that he could see a good part of his Aunt’s breasts. The sight was one to behold and Garion felt the response in his body, perhaps it was the after affects of those drugs that Salmissra had given him, but he was beginning to get an erection, by looking at his aunts sizable breasts, or at least some of them. Garion had to admit, that though she was his Aunt, Pol did had a very nice cleavage. Garion resumed his combing, this time his mind no where near aunt Pol’s hair, Garion’s attention was about a foot lower. This lack of attention eventually led to his demise.
“Garion, you’ve been combing that same part for ten minutes,” Polgara asked looking up at him, realising where his eyes had been. “Something still on your mind?”
“Yes…No! I was just.”
“Garion,” she took the brush of him, “I’ve raised more little boys than you can imagine, and I know what you are thinking. Why didn’t I let you…get intimate with Zubrette, or that Cherek girl, or Salmissra today.”
“Well, I did wonder” Garion couldn’t help himself, his eyes travelled past hers and down the front of her dress again. His manhood reacting once more.
“You’ll understand sometime.” Polgara caught the direction of his eyes and realised what was really on Garion’s mind. “Garion, are you looking down the front of my dress?”
Garion suddenly felt his heart stop in his chest. Aunt Pol had seen him. Now he would be in for it.
“well,” she insisted, her eyes ablaze, “were you?”
Garion nodded “I’m sorry Aunt Pol, I didn’t mean to, must be those drugs.”
Polgara grunted, sounding unconvinced. “Garion, like I just said, I’ve raised a lot of adolescent boys. I know what you were staring at.”
“I wasn’t staring, I just looked down whilst brushing, and saw…”
“my breasts,” she finished, nodding
Garion wasn’t prepared for that word to come out of his Aunt’s mouth. “Say that again.”
“what? Breasts? Garion what’s up.”
“It sounds odd for you to say that, I’m not sure why.”
In all her years of dealing with adolescent boys, this was one thing she had never had to deal with, and wasn’t sure how to now. It seemed that Garion had told the truth when he said he didn’t think of her in that way, but still he couldn’t stop himself looking at her breasts. Admittedly it showed some good taste on his part, She considered herself to have spectacular breasts, but even so.
“Garion please stop that” she remonstrated.
“Sorry”
“Would it help if you found out a bit about women?” Polgara asked
“I don’t understand Aunt Pol,” and he didn’t, Garion was suddenly very confused.
“Give me your hand Garion,” taking hold of his right hand, “and relax.” Garion relaxed the muscles in his hand, though his palms were very sweaty. Polgara gently pulled his hand toward her, and placed it on her left breast. “Now, tell me what that feels like”
Garion couldn’t believe what was happening, he was sat here with one of his hands touching Aunt Pol’s left breast. Unable to speak, he nodded.
“Nice?” Aunt Pol asked; Garion nodded again. “You can touch both of them, and squeeze slightly, feel them, go on, don’t be scared Garion, it’s okay.”
Garion lifted his other hand and placed it on Polgara’s right breast, he felt there lush softness, soft? No, they were firm, but soft, Garion thought that that was a bit weird, but didn’t say so, he wondered what they felt like naked, and realised he was beginning to think of his aunt as a woman, a woman who was very desirable. “Am I doing that right?” he asked looking into her eyes.
“Well enough for a beginner, use your thumbs as well” she advised.
“my thumbs?”
“rub my nipples with your thumbs as you squeeze my breasts”
Garion did as he was asked, and found the response in Aunt Pol’s breasts startling. “Are they supposed to do that?” Garion asked as he felt her nipples grow harder under his hands.
“Yes dear,” she moaned slightly, “You’re doing just fine, now let go of my breasts, put your arms around me and kiss me.”
Garion reluctantly let go of his Aunt’s breasts, and placed them around her waist. Then leant forward and kissed her on the cheek.
“What was that Garion?”
“You asked me to kiss you”
Polgara giggled, “I meant properly, on the mouth, like this” Polgara pulled Garion into her, and placed her mouth on his. Garion reacted instinctively, but was still surprised by the intimacy and sensuality of her embrace; he was even more taken aback when she pulled him closer into her, and slipped her tongue between their respective lips and into his mouth. Again, Garion responded on instinct, he matched his Aunt’s moves with similar ones of his own, allowing himself to be led by the legendary sorceress in whose arms he was sitting. It was Polgara who pulled away from the kiss first; both of them were slightly breathless. “Now, Garion, how was that?”
“That…was incredible, but I feel really funny, in my stomach…and other places” Garion replied, his inexperience plain in his voice”
“That’s understandable Garion, and it’s that that I’m trying to rid you of, to make a man of you. Part of me wanted the Snake Queen to educate you, but that was inappropriate under the circumstances, so… as normal, it’s up to me.”
“Can I touch…them, I mean…rather than through your dress?”
Polgara smiled, a rich warm smile, “You like them then Garion? Of course you can touch them. Close your eyes Gaion, I don’t want you to see them just yet, and no peeking…I’ll know” Polgara lifted up her hands as Garion screwed his eyes closed, before his hands again and rested them on her breasts once more. If they felt good before, then this time they felt truly amazing, a lush ripefulness, warm, and inviting. Garion could feel their firmness under his palms, gently as he had been shown before, he kneaded them gently, occasionally rubbing his thumbs over Polgara’s large, erect nipples.
“Keep your eyes closed Garion,” Polgara said, her voice husky, as she removed his hands from her bust. “keep your eyes closed but open you mouth, I want you to lick and suck my nipples.”
“Yes Aunt Pol,” Garion answered, his manhood hardening even more, if that were possible. A few seconds passed, and Garion began to think that she was playing some sort of trick on him, half expecting a mouthful of hot spices or some such. Then however, he smelt, rather than felt Polgara’s nearness to him, then felt her breast against his mouth. The nipple erected even more in his mouth as he gently licked and sucked it. He felt Pol’s hand holding his head to her breast encouraging him to suck a little harder. As he did so, he heard a gentle moan, a gasp of pleasure from Polgara, a throaty moan followed soon after, before Garion’s head was pulled away, and the sound of her dress being done up reached his ears, he opened his eyes just as Polgara refastned the top button of her dress.
“Can I kiss you again Aunt Pol?” He tried to hide the eagerness in his voice, trying not to sound as desperate for her as he felt.
Polgara smiled, Garion felt himself being pulled in to her arms again, not so close that he could feel her breasts against his chest, but close nonetheless. Garion was overwhelmed by the intoxication of the sorceress’ embrace, the test of her mouth guiding him, the assault of her tongue against his, and the barrage of her familiar scent, now made a thousand times stronger by her closeness. Garion felt Polgara pushing him slightly onto his back, making no effort to resist this unexpected move on her part, he allowed himself to be layed down, the kiss unending or unyielding. Garion was suddenly aware of Polgara’s closeness to him, he could feel her breasts against him now, he could feel all of her body pressed against his left hand side. Taking things into his own hands, he reached up with his right hand to touch her left breast again. This time it felt different, somehow, her nipples were definitely very hard, he paid them a little attention, rubbing with his thumb as he caressed the meaty firmness of her bosom. Interesting though her breasts were, he began to run his hand over her body. First round her back and into her hair, then down her spine to her lush buttocks, cupping her left buttock with his right hand, he drew her closer into him. Her movements matched his, he felt her left hand roving over his body, up and over his chest over his cheek through his hair before descending his chest again. Her hand didn’t stop at his chest however, it carried on it’s journey down his body before coming to a stop at his firm manhood. Garion felt Polgara’s hand rub his erect member firmly through is hose he moaned slightly under her expert manipulation. Pulling away from the kiss Polgara smiled at him, moving her hand away from his genitals, she caressed his chin.
“I need to go to the toilet Garion,” Polgara said gently as she got up “I’ll be back in a moment. How about you get ready whilst I’m gone?”
“Get ready?” Garion asked perplexed.
Polgara shook her head in exasperation as she opened the door. “Undress Garion, then get into my bed. I’ll be back in a moment.”
As the door closed behind Aunt Pol, Garion stood up slowly, undoing his doublet as he did so. Garion was fairly sure where this was going, and the thought excited him a lot, but he did wonder what had bought around the change in Aunt Pol. He had expected her to start yelling at him or something, not kissing him, and certainly not this. He considered this as he removed his hose and stockings. Polgara was a remarkable woman, and he couldn’t think of any other he would rather do this with. Ce’Nedra was perhaps a reasonable second, and he had already seen her naked, but even she of the flame red hair didn’t even come close to his Aunt Pol. As he slipped between the covers of Aunt Pol’s bed the image of Ce’Nedra naked came into his mind unbidden. He remembered her tiny breasts, her hard looking little nipples, and her auburn pubic region. Garion was, admittedly slightly naïve, but hadn’t realised that she would be that colour down there as well.
As he pushed the thoughts of Ce’Nedra out of his mind and brought Polgara back into the forefront of his thoughts, she returned to the room, this time locking the door behind her. As Aunt Pol stepped toward the bed he saw her eyes roam over the parts of his upper chest that weren’t covered by the bedclothes. Knowing her as long as he had, he could see the warmth in her eyes, he knew that she wasn’t in anyway angry or annoyed with him, quite the opposite. Neither of them said anything as she sat on the edge of the bed and reached up to the first button at the top of her dress. Pausing as she undid it she turned slightly to Garion, holding the button closed as she did so.
“Do you remember what Ce’Nedra looked like as she bathed in the Dryad’s wood?”
“Yes Aunt Pol,” he replied, though feeling an explanation was necessary “though it was an accident, I had meant to keep my eyes closed, as is proper”
Polgara chuckled gently. “I know Garion. I was only curious.” She resumed undoing the buttons, keeping her back to him. “You’ve seen a naked female before then. Or at least, a naked girl not yet sixteen” Polgara spoke as she stood up holding the dress closed.
“Yes Aunt Pol. As you say, she’s fifteen I think?”
“Do you think that she’s beautiful?”
-careful Belgarion- Came the dry voice in his mind. –tricky subject with girls this one-
Deciding to answer honestly Garion spoke hesitantly “Yes Aunt Pol, she’s very beautiful.” He paused slightly, “but though I don’t know many women, I can’t think of one I’d rather be with more at this moment in my life than you, not even that countess at Vo Mimbre”
Polgara turned to him again, her eyes filled with love again, her words stuck in her throat she turned away, then let the dress drift off her shoulders and arms, and down her back.
Garion looked at his Aunt’s body in front of him, He hadn’t seen her front yet, but her back and her buttocks look amazingly beautiful. Instinctively, he reached forward and held her exquisite buttocks in his hands again, fondling them as he had her breasts. As if by reply she reached her right hand up to the back of her head, undoing the braid that held her luxurious hair tied back. Garion felt his stomach jump as he watched the rich, black waterfall of her hair run itself down her back. The end of her long hair tickled his arms as he continued his caresses. “Lie back Belgarion” came her voice, huskier than usual.
Garion did as he was told. From his new position he could see hints of the woman that was about to be exposed to him, a hint of her breast, perhaps a few wisps of hair spied between her legs. Polgara spoke again, her voice still very husky. “You’ve seen your little princess naked, but what about a real woman” and on that she turned round to face him, displaying for the first time her naked body.
Garion felt the air catch in his throat. Ce’Nedra had been nothing in comparison this demi-goddess in front of him. Words were unavailable to him as she pulled back the covers and brought a knee up to his hip. Garion couldn’t take enough detail into his mind to sufficiently handle what was happening to him. Her breasts were full, yet firm, no trace of sag, and her nipples large, and erect. Her stomach and waist were lithe, supple and muscular, her hips, further down he couldn’t help staring at her womanhood. Ce’Nedra’s had been covered with a soft looking auburn down, but Polgara’s, Polgara’s was as raven black as the hair adorning her head, and it was quite bushy and thick. “Like what you see my Belgarion?”
“Aunt Pol you are…”
Polgara silenced his reply with a kiss, this time their nakedness meant he felt her breasts against his chest, the feeling he noted, was very pleasant. The kiss continued, Polgara gently lifted her left knee across his hips, now sitting astride him she could control both of their actions with no problem. Even that though, wasn’t enough, Polgara slid her body down, lying fully on top of Garion, her legs open astride his. Her arousal needed immediate satisfaction, and her womanhood demanded instant attention. For that reason Polgara began rocking her hips forward and backward slightly rubbing her dampness against Garion’s erection.
Garion lay back, completely under the Polgara’s power, he could feel her body all over his, he could feel the hardness of her nipples and the soft ripeness of her breasts. He could feel her warmth all over his body, seemingly randomly he felt that the only way that this would be better if it were bitingly cold outside rather than the hot sticky marshes. Garion felt it unwise to begin complaining about the weather to the rampant naked woman who was rubbing her wetness against him; a wetness that he could increasingly feel down there. He wondered what it actually felt like and decided that it was probably safe to let his hands roam her inviting body. He began by holding her around the waist, hugging her slightly into him, then he slid his hands underneath her long hair, and gently rand them up her back using his fingertips to almost tickle her skin.
Reaching the back of her neck, he ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her face where it had fallen. Polgara broke the kiss briefly, turned her head and tossed her long luxuriant hair over her right shoulder, then returned to the long, sensual kiss. Garion’s hands continued their journey over Polgara’s body, descending now over her shoulders and onto her bare breasts. Polgara lifted her body off Garion’s allowing him access to her breasts. He did as he had been told to before, feeling them gently, squeezing slightly, then rubbing his thumbs over Polgara’s large, erect nipples.
“Harder Garion” Polgara demanded through the kiss “squeeze them a little harder.”
Garion responded, treating his Aunt’s nipples more roughly than he thought that she would want. His motions reminded him of a milkmaid, teasing the milk out of a cow’s teats. Polgara however moaned in response and rubbed herself harder against him. He moved his right hand lower over her abdomen reaching those dark, bushy curls at her nether regions. Polgara pulled away from the kiss, sat up, still astride him and looked at him straight in the eye, unwaveringly.
Garion took this as a warning and began to move his hand away intent on returning it to her breast, but Polgara grabbed his wrist and pushed it back down to where it had been, then she pushed it further.
He was not prepared for what his fingers encountered. His middle finger slipped inside her curls, running over a hard bud that he rubbed for a few moments, watching the joyous expression on Polgara’s face. She then pushed his finger slightly further down and into her wetness. Garion was amazed by the feeling, and by the thought of what was happening; he actually had his finger inside his aunt. Instinct took over again and he slowly moved his finger inside Polgara’s vagina. Polgara moaned again, this time out load, she kissed him again, this time gently, without any use of her tongue, she reached down and withdrew Garion’s hand from inside her.
Puzzled, and slightly worried about this Garion looked at his aunt, “Aunt Pol what did I…”
He didn’t get to finish the question, she placed a finger on his lips. “shhh,” was all she said before moving her hips again. This time however was different; Polgara wasn’t rubbing herself against him, she was…looking for him, looking for him with her dampness.
Understanding finally what she was trying to do, Garion rolled his hips slightly causing his erect member to stick out enough for Polgara to capture with her….
“Polgara!” He found himself say as he felt himself slip in to her. He felt the hot, wet velvet of her womanhood slide over him, capturing him inside her.
“Mmm, Garion.” Pol moaned. Garion was all instinct. Somehow he knew what to do, he began lifting and sinking his hips, the movement causing his manhood to move gently inside Polgara’s wetness. Polgara looked down, seing the look on Garion’s face, the look that she had seen a few times before, it was the look of an earnest lover, eager to please, but as yet a little too inexperienced to do so. Polgara loved these moments, to have someone so completely under your power was, she found, deeply arousing. “Garion, just lie still, let me do it.”
Garion caught the look on Polgara’s face, a look that he realised that he had never seen before. Slowly, Polgara began to move her hips, moving them expertly, he could feel himself move inside her. He knew that he was building to something, he couldn’t last this pleasure for very much longer. He felt Polgara’s womanhood become wetter, and wetter. He felt a trickle of her arousal run between his buttocks. Polgara herself was almost unrecognisable as the woman that he had known all of his life. Her head was tilted back, gasps of pleasure coming form her open mouth. Her hands were rubbing her breasts, and all the time, her hips grinded against him.
“Polgara, I can’t take this much longer”
Polgara looked down at him, her eyes ablaze with passion, and love. “I know Garion, don’t hold back, just let yourself go, just help me a little?” Garion nodded. “I love my breasts being played with while I’m making love Garion, especially my nipples. I want you to make me come Garion, please help me to.”
Garion nodded again, lifting his hand up to her breasts, manipulating them firmly, rubbing her nipples, before pinching them gently. Polgara lowered her right hand, rubbing herself in the same place that he had found the little hard bud when he had touched her before. He knew that it would be soon. Garion knew that the sorceress on top of him was going to make him come soon, very soon.
He felt Polgara begin to shiver, he was sighlty worried for a moment before he saw the look of intense pleasure on her face, somehow he knew that it was happening for her. “Oh, Garion.”
He felt the explosion of wetness around his manhood, almost felt the strength leave her body for a moment, before she looked at him with the deepest love, and speaking gently to him. “ Now you. Just relax, and let it all go, let it all go inside of me.” The pace quickened, her strokes forcing him deep inside her, her breasts shook as she made love rampantly to him. Her pubic her was matted with her orgasm, her body was sweaty with the effort of the lovemaking. Garion could smell her, smell them. It was all too much.
His orgasm began as a sour feeling, before it spread to his whole body. His whole body tensed, as if in some sort of fit, before he felt his come filling Polgara’s vagina.
“Oh my Garion.” She panted, feeling him fill her. “My Belgarion”
“Polgara I love you.”
“I know, my Garion, I know,” she replied as she lifted herself off him, lying down and covering her nakedness with the bed coverings.
“I don’t need to tell you Garion, that it’s best that you don’t mention this little adventure”
“Of course Polgara.”
“Garion, you’d better get back up on deck, I’m going to have a nap.” She watched as he nodded, and dressed himself. “Garion,” She stopped him at the door “have yourself a tankard of ale if you like, you’ve earned it. And have a good meal, you’ll need your strength.”
Garion smiled at her as he left her cabin. He reached the deck, looking out once more onto the city of Sthiss Tor. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned, to find the Princess, an unusual look on her face.
“There you are Garion, where have you been? Come on, it’s time for your lessons.”
Garion suspected that her reading lessons weren’t going to be as interesting as the lesson he’d just had from Polgara, but one could never tell. He followed Ce’Nedra down to the back of the ship, watching the pleasing way her hips swayed, and Smiling to himself, he remembered the incident in the wood.
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