Enora is a beautiful 26-year-old Breton woman studying history in Saint-Malo. She is quite tall, with a curvaceous figure, long, silky red hair, and stunning emerald-green eyes. Passionate about Druidism and proud of her Celtic identity, she has joined the very exclusive circle of Druid apprentices and eagerly awaits her initiation into the ranks of full-fledged Druidesses.
In the summer of 2025, the congregation of the Druidic Order of Dahut finally gathers one evening in the Forest of Brocéliande to perform the candidates’ final initiation. The young initiates are all dressed in long white robes, lined up in the center of a clearing and surrounded by the Druids and Druidesses who will preside over their initiation. Large torches illuminate the clearing, heightening the solemnity of the moment.
Enora’s body trembles with anticipation, her senses heightened, when a tall, dark-haired Druidess she does not recognize gestures gracefully for her to come forward. She steps forward with a determined stride, holding back her excitement. Even though summer temperatures in Brittany remain cool, Enora, who is naked beneath her robe, does not feel the cold; on the contrary, her body radiates a dull, almost feverish heat.
“I am the Druidess Aziliz, and I will guide you through your initiation,” says the beautiful brunette when Enora reaches her. She is as tall as Enora, likely in her forties. Her jet-black hair falls to the small of her back, and her piercing eyes shine with a cold, crystalline blue.
“You will drink this potion, then let your arms rest at your sides. I’ll place my hands on your shoulders to steady you if needed, and I will remain with you throughout your journey. Do not be afraid. I can see in your eyes that everything will be all right,” she says with a faint smile.
“Let yourself be guided by your instincts and desires, and you’ll return to this clearing no longer a woman, but a Druidess like me,” she adds.
Enora takes the small vial Aziliz is holding out to her and pours the contents into her mouth. The potion is surprising: bitter and sweet, hot and cold at the same time, it has a honey aftertaste, and the presence of alcohol is undeniable. She swallows, and the clearing gradually darkens around her and she suddenly feels as though she is floating in the void, alone, even though she can still feel the reassuring presence of Aziliz’s hands on her shoulders. She realizes she is now naked and senses a movement before her.
Four shapes have just appeared in the darkness, and she recognizes them without hesitation as the four fundamental elements: Earth, symbolized by a block of granite; Water, represented by a still wave; Air, in the form of a small tornado spinning on its axis; and finally, Fire, clearly taking the shape of a red flame. The four elements glow in the darkness, and Enora wouldn’t have needed the gentle pressure she feels on her shoulders to understand that she has to step forward toward the first one and touch it to begin her journey.
She steps first toward the block of granite, which she caresses with her hand. Without any transition, Enora is suddenly dazzled by the light—though filtered by the centuries-old oaks—that illuminates the clearing. She is no longer standing but half-lying on her stomach, and while her hand is still on something very hard, it is no longer cold and motionless like granite but warm and pulsing. She is gazing at a beautiful, long, thick shaft, taut with pleasure and, of course, hard as granite
Enora then realizes that she is lying between the legs of a knight in armor and that she is delicately holding his cock in her hand. She can’t see the knight’s face, as he has kept his helmet on, but his colors and the coat of arms painted on his shield, resting beside him, leave no room for doubt. It is Lancelot, the adopted son of the Lady of the Lake. With a mischievous little smile, Enora leans her head forward and lovingly licks the shaft from base to tip before taking it into her mouth and sucking on it eagerly.
The knight says nothing, but she hears a groan muffled by his helmet and feels his body tense beneath her oral caresses. Enora loves the sensation of having a cock in her mouth and a man tense behind it, attentive to the slightest movement of her tongue over his sensitive parts.
As she now takes the entire shaft into her mouth and feels the first drops of semen spill onto her tongue, her own sex melts and opens like a flower. Desire surges through her like a volcanic eruption, and she can wait no longer. Enora stands up and, placing one leg on either side of the reclining knight, impales herself deeply on Lancelot’s rigid shaft. What an exquisite sensation it is to feel that burning, rock-hard cock that has opened her sex with ease and now thrusts deep inside her. Enora tilts her head back and sighs with pleasure.
This initiation has everything to please her. Lancelot places his gloved hands on her hips and begins to move inside her gently. He withdraws almost to the entrance of Enora’s sex, then thrusts back in with a slow, sure movement, pressing down on Enora’s hips. It is divine, but Enora is so aroused that she needs much more.
She moves Lancelot’s hands to her quivering buttocks and takes control of the movements, immediately speeding them up and beginning to ride him at a frantic pace on that cock as hard as granite. She gasps for air every time she lifts herself off his cock and screams like a wolf when his glans hits the back of her extremely lubricated pussy. A wave of heat spreads throughout her body as she feels Lancelot’s cock swell and harden even more, and her orgasm explodes when Lancelot comes inside her, and a flood of semen inundates her ultra-sensitive slit. She tenses, closes her eyes, and bites her lower lip as the shockwave of her pleasure courses through her body, igniting every nerve ending.
When she opens her eyes again, trembling, she is standing once more in the darkness, facing the elements, which are now only three. A light pressure on her shoulders reminds her of Aziliz’s presence and the reason she is here. She then steps forward toward the next element, Water, and places her hand on the wave. Just as during her previous encounter, the sudden glare startles her, and when she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back in the sunlit clearing, naked and lying on her back.
All around her, a swarm of Korrigans watches her with hungry eyes. Korrigans are mischievous little sprites with pointed ears who never miss an opportunity to torment humans who have ventured too deep into the forest without protection. A short whistle rings out, and the twenty or so Korrigans pounce on Enora, touching every part of her body. While two of them gently nibble at her ears, another softly massages a breast, and a third greedily licks a nipple, each Korrigan thus finds a spot and a part of her body to caress, lick, or nibble.
The avalanche of sensations is almost too intense for Enora, especially when she feels small tongues focusing on her sex and anus, but she manages to control herself at first and absorb the sum of all the pleasures the Korrigans are giving her. Although Enora certainly has some sexual experience, she has never before been able to enjoy so much attention at once, and the pleasure is now building up very quickly inside her. Trembling with pleasure, Enora feels several Korrigans begin to penetrate her relaxed, lubricated openings with their small hands. Several hands are thrusting into her openings at a frenzied pace that keeps increasing and will soon drive Enora completely wild with pleasure.
The wave of heat she felt with Lancelot is now a veritable tidal wave, rising from the depths of the ocean and sweeping everything in its path. Her orgasm strikes her like lightning; all her muscles are frozen stiff except for her lower abdomen, which keeps contracting and relaxing, expelling what seems like an endless stream of fluid. Enora hadn’t known until then that she was a squirting woman, but the experience is incredible, and this orgasm will undoubtedly remain etched in her memory forever. Without a doubt, she has just undergone the Water Initiation.
Once again, as aftershocks of her orgasm still course through her body, Enora opens her eyes to find herself facing the two elemental symbols and the now-familiar presence of Aziliz’s hands on her shoulders. Having regained her composure, she strides purposefully toward the penultimate element, Air, and passes her hands through the small tornado.
After the usual dazzling light, Enora is first struck by a brief sensation of dizziness, but this is quickly replaced by the feeling of being suspended in the air. When she opens her eyes, she realizes where that feeling has come from. She is indeed hovering above the clearing, held aloft by two fairies flapping their gossamer wings.
One of the two fairies has long blonde hair, very light gray eyes, a small but perfectly shaped bust, a slender waist, and beautifully curved hips. The blondness of her pubic hair does not hide the lips of her pink, glistening vulva, and her long, slender legs tenderly encircle Enora’s thigh. Her large, magnificent wings flutter ceaselessly, producing a soft rustling sound.
The second fairy, meanwhile, has short brown hair, black eyes, and a fuller figure, though perfectly toned and firm. Her enormous breasts, with their large, dark areolas, are immediately striking, while her magnificently arched buttocks are an irresistible invitation to touch. Her sex is perfectly hairless, and one can easily make out a moist sheen on her full lips. She is on the other side, supporting Enora by the arm, flapping her beautiful translucent wings just as delicately. The two fairies smile in unison, and the brunette moves behind Enora, now supporting her by the waist and pressing her ample breasts against her back.
The blonde positions herself in front of Enora and raises herself slightly so that her thighs are on either side of Enora’s head and her sex is right at the level of her mouth. Enora needs no instructions and presses her lips against the fairy’s parted sex, causing the fairy to sigh with pleasure.
As her hands rest on the fairy’s buttocks, she gently kisses every part of the offered sex, starting with the lips and working her way down to the clitoris, which she exposes with her tongue to suck on before moving back down to taste the liquid oozing from the aroused sex. It tastes of honey and flowers; it is delicious.
Enora works her tongue vigorously on the flower, all the while caressing the small, firm buttocks that tremble with pleasure in her hands. The fairy runs her hands through Enora’s hair, and her body’s spasms betray the rapid rise of pleasure.
The brunette wastes no time and nibbles at Enora’s neck while her wandering hands roam from Enora’s breasts to her sex, making it hard for Enora to stay focused on the sex she is eagerly licking. The blonde’s thighs suddenly clamp around her head, and she screams her pleasure to the clouds surrounding all three of them. Enora hadn’t realized that the two fairies had taken her much higher into the sky and that they are now surrounded by soft white clouds that made her feel as though she is floating inside a cotton ball.
In the blink of an eye, the two fairies switch places, and it is a fleshy, hairless, and frankly very wet sex that now faces Enora, while the blonde fairy suddenly penetrates her with her slender, nimble fingers. The brunette fairy has a syrupy maple taste, and Enora wastes no time savoring her as she should. The sensations are fantastic: the weightlessness, the wet, intoxicating sex against her face, and the fingers probing her intimacy and playing with her little hole—everything is pushing her inexorably toward a mind-blowing orgasm. The brunette fairy explodes first, drenching Enora in her delicious juices, and that is the trigger for Enora, who comes in turn, screaming to the heavens as she clings to her partner’s quivering thighs.
Familiar with this sensation of total disorientation, Enora opens her eyes once more to face the last element she has yet to conquer: Fire.
No sooner has she brushed against the flame than she finds herself lying once more in the center of the clearing, on her side, facing a man in his fifties with long gray hair that is almost white. His perfectly muscled body is covered in bright red Celtic tattoos resembling long flames. He looks at her with longing and smiles at her without saying a word. In a flash of clarity,
Enora realizes that this is Merlin, Merlin the Enchanter, a mythical figure of Druidism, a sad prisoner forever bound to the fairy Viviane. He reaches out toward her and touches her body at her chest; then his finger slowly moves down toward her sex, where it stops as he murmurs a magic spell whose meaning Enora does not understand… She feels a wave of heat concentrate in the center of her body, and a most strange sensation compels her to look down, where she discovers that a hard, taut penis has replaced her womanhood. The touch of Merlin’s hand on this new organ is electrifying, and Enora can’t resist the desire radiating from that taut, burning shaft.
She pushes Merlin onto his back and lies down on top of him, rubbing their two erect genitals together while kissing him deeply. She then pulls back and lifts Merlin’s legs to gain access to his anus. She brings her tongue close to the small, pulsating hole and applies as much saliva as possible to thoroughly lubricate the entrance. She feels Merlin shudder at the touch as he holds his legs with his hands to make her task easier. When Enora feels that his sphincter is fully relaxed and her tongue can penetrate it easily, she sits up, spits on his cock, places the tip against her partner’s anus, and looks him straight in the eyes.
Merlin smiles at her and nods.
Grasping his member with one hand to guide it, Enora pushes gently and feels her glans force its way past the sphincter and into the hot, relaxed canal. She continues her slow advance, attentive to her partner’s reactions—he is clearly no novice and is enjoying it to the fullest. For Enora, feeling what a man feels during penetration is a unique and unforgettable experience. She, who is usually the one being penetrated, is now the one doing the penetrating, and these sensations transport her to another world. Whereas pleasure usually builds up more diffusely throughout her female body, here everything is centered on her cock, which throbs continuously, threatening to spurt its release without warning.
In an intense effort to concentrate, Enora controls her eager cock and begins making broad, steady thrusts between her lover’s thighs; he has closed his eyes and seems to be intensely enjoying the sensation. His cock has remained hard as well, and Enora can’t resist the urge to take it in her hand as she continues to work his ass with steady strokes. He smiles at this extra touch, and she hears him say “buanoc’h” and then “kreñvoc’h,” which mean “faster” and “harder” in Breton. She doesn’t need to be told twice: Enora quickens the movement of her hips and her hand and gets down to business.
Merlin lets out a groan of pleasure every time Enora thrusts into him, fully savoring the incredible sensations provided by the sheath into which she is plunging without restraint. She feels as though all the heat in her body is concentrated in her cock, which is swelling and hardening even more, if that were even possible. A wave of heat radiating from his scrotum suddenly surges through his penis, and she isn’t sure if she is imagining it or actually feeling the spurts of semen coursing through his organ and gushing into Merlin’s anus, who in turn lets out a scream as he comes between their two bodies pressed tightly together.
This male orgasm isn’t unpleasant, Enora thinks to herself; intense enough, but ultimately quite brief, as she slowly comes to her senses. She opens her eyes and realizes she is in Aziliz’s arms, unsteady, back in the clearing lit by the glow of the torches.Aziliz is looking at her with a broad smile as she supports her.
“My beautiful Enora, you have now been inducted as a Druidess, and given what I have witnessed, you will be dedicated to Cliodhna, the goddess of love.”
“I hope to see you again very soon, my dear, for I am quite eager to experience your fiery temperament!” she adds with a wink.
