Her mother had said she was ready "Ready fer wot?" She thought as she laid naked in bed under the soft woolen sheets, looking at the stone ceiling.
She was supposed to be sleeping but flashes of that night with her mother bombarded her mind; her delicate hands trailing slowly down her body, her delicate fingers working with expertise.
Under the sheets she began to sweat even though the window was wide open, her nipples grew hard.
She tried to gulp and understand this new feeling but her mouth was dry.
She simply felt...alive. Even those days in the forest with her trusty steed couldn't compare.
Guided only by instinct she let her left hand reach for her breast and began doing slow, circular motions.
Experimenting and afraid her other hand began reaching downwards...
It was weird, soft and warm and even a bit wet to touch, but with every shy stroke a wave of new feelings washed over her.
Slowly overcoming her fear she began doing circular movements, a tiny gasp escaped her lips as she finally mustered the courage to insert a finger inside herself; then a second one.
Slowly going in, then out, then in again.
She felt something new, a tiny bulb not much larger than a piece of gold.
The discovery was merely an accident but every time she gave even the most delicate brush in that particular place, what she felt increased tenfold.
Fear was gone now, only the need for more remained, she increased the speed of her movements to a frantical rithym, more, more...
In the middle of that whirlwind of pleasure she didnt't hear the moans and pants escape her mouth. The queen however, happened to be walking next to her daughters room and did.
-Merida?- she knocked on the door.
Merida's heart gave a flip, she stopped her ritual in an instant and pretended to be asleep.
Hearing no answer Elinor opened the door and peeked inside -Merida? Are ye alright?-
-Aye...mum- the princess answered trying hard to catch her breath. -just...a nightmare-
The queen gave a tiny smile to her daughter - Sleep tight mo cuishle- before closing the door. Merida gave a relieved sigh, so close.
Once again she let her hand trail downwards but stopped at the last instant.
Her stomach churned "No, this isn't right" suddendly she felt sick, even if she didn't knew exactly why, the thought of touching herself like that again made her want to throw up.
She hugged her pillow and remained awake for hours, thinking; when finally the solution leaped out at her and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.