Herme was born in a small village only a short distance away from the capital of Mioya in the third year of the decade of the moon. Although the old Gods had fallen and had been replaced by the new Gods, the clergy had kept the old calendar system.  The decade of the moon came once every three centuries, and it was said that at night, strange things could be seen during the phases of the moon. It was said that Herme was born on a new moon night, and children born at such times were believed to possess dark powers that complemented the darkness in their minds and souls.

Her father, Daram Syburi had served under Count Dreurn in the battles, and just prior to his retirement had been elevated to the Count’s personal guard. With the Count growing older and peace settling on the land, the Count had resorted to diplomacy rather than force to gain prominence at the Court of Mioya. He no longer needed a large standing army, and Daram had been pensioned off, and made a small landlord in the village where he married and sired Herme.

Herme was treated as an ordinary child, as her parents, devout followers of the new Gods, did not believe in the stories revolving around Herme’s period of birth. Much to her mother’s despair, Herme did not grow into a feminine creature who desired only to marry and keep house for her family, as was the accepted life of the female sex. Instead, she wanted to learn archery and swordsmanship, and riding along with the boys of the village. At first, the Academy was reluctant to admit her, and her father with all his importance could not influence them otherwise. Rather than giving up, Herme convinced Daram to teach her so she could challenge the best students at the Academy and prove her worthiness to study there. It was only a matter of time after she was accepted that her teachers could teach her no more.

Herme realized at a young age that she could exercise some control over the minds of others, especially weak minds. One day, when she was bathing in the river, a group of boys, the village bullies, happened to come across her.  Hearing a whistle, Herme turned and looked at the bank.

Herme gasped, and sank into the water up to her neck, in an attempt to preserve her modesty and keep her naked body hidden. But the water was clear, and the boys got a good look at her, encouraging them even more in their teasing.

One of the boys picked up her clothes which lay on the bank, and grinning at her said, “Come and get it, darling!”

Herme’s eyes flashed angrily as she glared at the boy who held her undergarments, and said, “Leave me alone, or you will regret it.”

That only seemed to encourage the bullies more. They laughed and whistled, and the leader looked at her, a smirk on his face and said, “Ooh, she’s got a nasty bark… Does she have a bite?” The other boys laughed louder at this.

“Do you know who my father is?” Herme asked them.

“Oh yes. But do you know who MY father is?” the boy replied. The boy was the son of the village squire, the largest landowner in the village. Herme’s father was an important man in the village, but she realized that he could do nothing against the squire.

The hungrily devoured her naked body with their eyes and mocked her and teased her, and demanded kisses from her. Herme was too proud to give in to their lewd demands, and yet, she knew that if she resisted they were too many, and she was one, and that they would have what they wanted by force, and she could do nothing to stop them.

A calm, steely anger settled in her eyes, and she looked the leader in his eyes, unflinching, and somehow, without know what she was doing, she reached out with her mind, and put the thought that her six, big, strong brothers, who were in the army were hunting nearby. Scared by the thought of being caught by them, the bullies fled. She was the only child of her parents.

Later that evening Herme sat by herself trying to understand what she had done and how she did it, but to no avail. She knew she had put the thought in their minds – she could remember reaching out and looking into their thoughts. But try as she might, she could not understand how to repeat it if she desired.

There was one dark gift of the moon that Herme discovered only on hitting puberty. Two nights in every lunar cycle, under the full moon and in the darkness of the new moon, she would sprout a large phallus and be consumed by an insatiable libido. Her lust at those times would drive her to the point of insanity, and no amount of masturbation could satisfy her. She craved those nights for the incredible pleasure they brought, and feared them, for the desire to fuck that accompanied it made her crazy. She feared that one day she might be driven out of her mind with lust and might rape the first person she came across.

One day, when she was nearly of age, a carriage pulled into the village. A richly dressed woman stepped out of it, attended to by maids in waiting, footmen, and escorting soldiers. It was evident that she was wealthy, of importance and had come from the capital of Mioya.

That evening, the squire hosted a celebration in honor of the lady’s visit for the entire village. The whole village had gathered for the merriment, except for Herme. It was the night of the full moon, and she had locked herself away and would not come out of her room, no matter what her parents said to cajole her. The squire led the lady around pompously, introducing her to the village gentry, among whom were also Daram Syburi and wife.

“Did you not have a daughter? She is not here.” The lady enquired of them.

“She is unwell. She seems to have caught something at dusk.  She worries us so.” Herme’s mother replied, embarrassed.

“Take me to her. I know some things about ailments and herbs.” The woman commanded them, not taking no for an answer.

Once at home, they stood outside Herme’s bedroom and knocked on her door, pleading with her to open it.

“Open it dear, please. You have a visitor. A lady from the city wants to see you darling. She can help you!” Herme’s mother beseeched her.

“Go away, please!” Herme said through the thick oak door.

“Please, leave us, I wish to talk to her. Perhaps she will open up to me,” the lady told Herme’s parents, dismissing them. “And please, do not disturb us, no matter what you hear.”

“Open the door, precious girl. I think I know what the problem is. Your mother tells me it happens to you twice every fortnight, like clockwork, always after dusk.”

“You… you know?” The door opened a crack, and before Herme could slam it shut again, the lady was in her room.

“Now, now. Don’t be afraid. I think I can help you.” The lady studied Herme carefully, and Herme clenched her fists, and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her libido. “Look at me dear.”

Herme slowly opened her eyes, and saw the lady begin to undress slowly. She twisted about and unhooked her dress from behind, and let it hang down at her belt. He creamy, white, perfectly shaped breasts stared invitingly at Herme. Herme squeezed her eyes shut again and said, “Go away! You’re the devil’s temptress! Leave me!”

The lady laughed, her laughter tinkling musically in the room. “Perhaps I am, Herme. But I can help you.” She took two paces forward, coming close to Herme, and taking Herme’s hand, guided it to her breast.

Herme gasped at the lady’s forwardness, and at her uncontrollable desire to throw the lady on the bed and fuck her till she could no longer get her cock hard. She opened her eyes and found herself looking into the eyes of the lady.

“My name is Ahyra,” she whispered to Herme. As Herme looked into her eyes, she found herself able to think coherently again. “Come baby, drink mama Ahyra’s milk,” saying this, Ahyra guided Herme’s head so that her mouth touched her nipples.

Herme surrendered, and took a tentative suckle at Ahyra’s teats, and immediately felt a cool, sweet liquid rush into her mouth. She began to suck harder, like a hungry calf, and with every drop of milk she consumed, found herself calming more and more. She realized that desire still flowed strongly through her veins,  but now she was able to control it.

A few minutes later, when she had drunk her fill, she took her mouth away from Ahyra’s bosom, and looked up at her, suddenly ashamed of her abandon. Ahyra smiled at her and stepping back, unclasped her belt, letting her dress fall to the floor. She stood in her nakedness for a moment, letting Herme admire her body, and then went and lay on Herme’s bed, resting her head on the pillows, one leg resting on the bed another bent at the knee, vertical, tilted so that it covered her mound teasingly. She crooked her index finger, beckoning to Herme and said, “Come, my precious, show me what troubles you.”

Herme did not need to be told twice. She nearly tore off her gown and her shift, and revealed her raging phallus. The sheer size of it made Ahyra gasp. It stood erect, pointing heavenwards, magnificent in its 9” length, and 2” diameter, a pearly drop collecting at the tip of the head.

She almost leapt on the bed and without ceremony, parted Ahyra’s legs and thrust deep into her. She began to piston in and out of Ahyra, and before she knew it, came, spurting what seemed to be gallons of cum into Ahyra’s pussy. Ahyra was taken by surprise. She smiled at Herme and kissed her forehead as Herme collapsed in a tired heap beside her.

“You have much to learn about pleasing women, my dear. But I will teach you.” She put a finger to her vaginal lips and collected some of Herme’s cum. She raised to her nose and sniffed it delicately before putting her finger in her mouth and tasting it.

“Hmm… this is very unusual… It seems as if… your cum may have magical properties…” She turned to Herme, to find her snoring softly in bed, exhausted by her first time with a woman.

Ahyra gathered the rest of the cum from her pussy and swallowed it, to test the effects of the magical juices first hand, before going to sleep herself.

The next day, Ahyra and Herme came down for breakfast, to find that Herme’s parents had not slept. They looked at Ahyra and Herme with curiosity and outrage mixed in their eyes. They had heard loud orgasmic sounds coming from above, and knew not what to think.

“I am taking Herme to the city with me. I need an apprentice and Herme will do quite nicely. And I think Herme needs help with her ailment. It will take time, years even perhaps,” Ahyra smiled a deliciously wicked smile as she thought of all the lovemaking that Herme’s ‘cure’ would involve, once she had taught Herme the art of lovemaking.

“What do you do my Lady? What do you need an apprentice for?” Daram asked.

“I train servants for the nobility and the rich, Sir. They are most particular about their servants, and specific in their needs. I see that their servants are ready for such service, and do not disappoint. Herme will learn my trade. I think she has what it takes.” She beckoned to a footman who brought a small pouch of coins, which she handed to Daram. “That is her apprenticeship fee. Do not worry sir and madam, I will care for her as if she were my own. She is… special.”

Saying this, she led Herme out to the waiting carriage, and bundled the dumbstruck Herme in, and took her away from the village to train her to be her heir, as a slavemaker in the city.