From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:21:49 MST 1993 Article: 14537 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: _Aimee'_, The new novel by Elf Sternberg Date: 28 Nov 1993 17:30:46 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 29 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Distribution: world Message-ID: <2dbjc6$ik2@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comments: Originator: elf@halcyon.com Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103021 alt.sex.stories:14537 It's been a long time since I've released a notably new story to the 'net. No real reason for that other than that I've been really busy in life and haven't had all that much time for the 'net. However, somewhere along the way I got the idea in my head to write a story entirely without using the very "to be." Just a short story. "Just a short story." Trouble is, as always, I liked the characters too much. I ran with it. The first story is still entirely in E-prime, but I dropped that requirement after the first chapter. So I wrote wrap and kept going. Ten chapters. Well, nine and an intermission between chapters four and five. This is not a Journal Entry. It's something not so entirely different, and I had a lot of fun writing it. As for The Journal Entries, well, I've got a few new ones hiding somewhere on my harddrive. (In fact, a quick look at W4W shows that I've got 41 unreleased. Wouldn't you like to know... :-)) _Aimee'_ is dedicated to Tom and Tasha. Two people who don't know each other, but who, in their own ways, are the parents of this tale. Elf !!! -- I see I'm in a lot of killfiles again. Elf@halcyon.com From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:21:57 MST 1993 Article: 14541 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 1 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:26:54 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 583 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbmle$mkh@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103032 alt.sex.stories:14541 AIMEE' Chapter I ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ The sound of the door opening told Darynn that his student for the evening had arrived. He put down the quill he worked with, moving slowly, and then covered the inkwell with a small stone cap. He turned slowly, anticipating the look of awe in the student's face (they always looked the same). But when he turned, he found himself surprised, because he had never before had a female student. "Well," he said. He estimated her age between fourteen and fifteen years. That age where children become just perfect for teaching the ways of the advanced magicks he, of all the mages, understood best. Her hair hung about her face and down her back in a black frame of soft, tight curls. He saw beautiful, powerful slate blue eyes under that frame, and a tiny, delicate nose hovered above an equally small and expressive mouth. "Come here, child. Sit, over there, on that stool with the blue pillow, yes." She moved as he directed, and although she needed her heels on the bottom rung of the stool, she did manage to get onto it without help. "Now then," he said. "Tell me your name." "Aimee', sir." She held out an envelope. "And your master?" "Teltirray, Darynn-sir." "He purchased you?" He opened the letter, which indeed carried Mage Teltirray's seal on it, as he listened. The girl shook her head nervously. "No, sir. Well, yes sir. I mean I do not know. He removed me from an orphanage seven months ago, but the arrangement did not have the contract exchange of a slave." "But coin passed hand nonetheless," Darynn said, nodding. Teltirray's last two students had been girls like Aimee'. They were always girls. Darynn disliked Teltirray, partially for his tastes and partially for his utter lack of social grace and manners. Teltirray's last two "students" had aparrently found the stress of living with him unbearable and committed suicide, and he had suspected from the start that Teltirray merely drove them to madness as a simple method of disposal. With Aimee's appearance and the instructions in the letter she held out to him, he felt his suspicions were confirmed. Darynn examined Aimee' carefully while deep in thought about a personal dilemma that had not existed before she had walked through the door. He switched his vision; decades had passed since he had needed to say anything in order to effect such change. Under his eyes, she appeared as a conglormeration of green and blue masses, swirling lazily. "By Sphahis!" he whispered to himself, then caught his words. This girl radiated power, power he was very familiar with, and Teltirray's current plan became clear to him. Teltirray sought his skill not so that he might train an apprentice, but an odalisque. Darynn became convinced, and smiled to himself. Aimee' would get the training Teltirray sought, but he would not get just an odalisque; he would get an houri, as well. "So, you have come to me to learn my magicks, Aimee'?" he asked. "Y... yes, sir. He told me you knew best the teachings in the world about the magicks of the Satyrs and the Megass." She fidgeted nervously in her seat, still not daring to make eye contact with him. He rose from his chair. The sound of his seat rocking startled her slightly, and she looked away. He stood before her and reached out with one hand to touch her under the chin, to reach into her. He wished her a calmness and she received it, turning her head back towards him. "Look at me, Aimee'. Tell me what you see." Her eyes looked into his and her gaze pierced him. Oh, Teltirray, he thought as he let her in, you do like to play with fire, don't you? "I see a man. Young, but fully grown. Brown, your eyes, the same color as your beard and hair. You have a handsome nose, and a wide mouth, but the lips look thick, but not unhandsomely so. Your body, what I can see of it, shows care, well-shaped and strong. And you possess power." "The last. Your opinion, or that of rumors given to you?" "Mine," she said firmly. He smiled and walked back to his comfortable chair, slowly lowering a spherical shutter over the magically glowing orb that sat on his desk. He wanted the darkness of the room to make it seem smaller and more intimate. He wanted her trust above everything else. "I want to tell you a story, Aimee', that tale I tell all my students, of my first encounter with the Satyrs and of my learning of the ways of love, of power, and of men. That you should hear it intrigues me, because I have never told it to a female before. Your master tests me, and I do not like being tested. But do not relay that message to him. You may tell him everything that occurs... but that. Do you understand?" "Yes... yes sir." "Good. Now listen closely." I began my life as a simple blacksmith's son and the very idea that I might end up a mage never crossed my mind. I knew my place in the world and I knew that the worlds of mages lay far beyond my simple reach. Never did the twain meet. I had a talent for the smithy, make no mistake. I knew how to make steel behave in manners never seen before or since, and I can still do the same today. I still smith as a hobby. And as a way of making the tools of my true trade, of course. Do you know where Daber Wood lies on the map, Aimee? No? Some day I shall pull out my maps and show it to you, once you have learned to read the simpler ones. Yes, I intend on teaching you that as well. Suffice to say it should take many weeks and many forged rivers to reach it walking. My father had many customers and when I came into my own often he sent me to see to their needs. As I approached my seventeenth birthday it became apparent to both him and me that my talents would someday surpass his. Customers more often requested my presence at their needs then they did his. I must give him credit for his fortitude and his benevolence for never once did he express greif or anger at my inborn skills, only joy and happiness at what we both saw as my future success. He knew that someday I would have the skills to save him in elder years. And now, although in ways neither of us intended, I do. But we could never know what would happen to me that summer. Father dispatched me one morning to the house of a customer who lived on the other side of Daber Wood. He called himself Thomas Cailleac, and to the knowledge of our town he had come into his estate and his wealth from a combination of family and the lucky spoils of war. He had often called me in the past year, admitting to me once that he enjoyed my natural talents as a worker of iron, lead, and silver. Even starting out first thing that morn the ride to his home would take me well into the day. It would also carry me through the thickest heart of those Woods. The stories in town often called those woods haunted, or worse, cursed! Men vanished in those woods, and sometimes, late at night, the sounds of pipe and drum carried on the wind. My father often warned me about the Daber, telling me not to ride through them after dark. When visiting Cailleac I often rode through them in the early evening but often managed to break through them before complete nightfall. I reached Cailleac before high noon. As much as I could tell, Thomas lived alone although his house could easily have hidden a dozen sleeping chambers and staff. He extended his kindness as always, offering me bread and beer before indicating the work he wanted done. Iron frames and lead workings held the glass windows in his home in place but often those frames and working needed mending. He supplied the glass panes and the lead but he needed my skill to shape and work them properly. At least, he always said so. But Thomas had told me once of his life as a warrior and I didn't think him the kind of man to disdain simple physical labor. I offered to teach him the simple things that would make it possible for him to do most of the mending himself. He laughed heartily. "I like your company, Darynn. Sometimes I think of breaking the windows myself just to have more excuses to invite you out here. But, your words have sense. Show me." I taught him the basics of lead and the dangers therein. Then he showed me an iron fence that had rotted through and the bolts that had come loose in the last windstorm. Fixing that ruined masonry took quite a while. I felt his eyes upon me as I work. I make no exaggeration in that. He wore tight pants of tanned cowhide, tall boots, the kind a soldier should own, and a simple tunic with a slit 'v' at his neck that could be drawn closed with a strap of leather. The heat of day sweated the life out of me as I worked and he brought me water, but as he offered it to me I could feel his eyes touch my skin where my shirt did not cover me. And his breath, like the scent of warm horses, carried to my nostrils something that I could not fathom. For at that age I had known the pleasant company of women but not their intimacies. And the intimacies of men... pfagh! All I knew of that came from legends of evil, sickness, and death. What did my town cleric know? Nothing! Forgive me, Aimee. I forget that my cleric now thinks my kind of knowledge 'corrupt' and evil, and I think he knows absolutely nothing. I must remain focused in my tale. Have you ever watched a man walk, Aimee? They all walk in almost the same manner. All except Thomas. His boots should have leant him a strident, powerful gait. Instead, his power seemed elsewhere, in his eyes and his broad, massive chest. His stride came in short, careful gestures, as if he thought about every step before making it. For a man so long a soldier he looked uncomfortable wearing those boots. "You could stay the night," he offered me as I prepared my horse to leave. "Father will want me home." "Night falls already, Darynn. I fear for your safety if you walk through those woods at this hour. It takes you four hours to reach your home from here." "I only spend the first two in the forest, sir. I will have no trouble." His eyes darted back and forth, and the concern in his face warmed me. But at the same time it made me nervous; did he know something I didn't? His nervousness said he did. Finally, though, he nodded his head. "Take care of yourself, Darynn. I will want to see you again." He reached out a hand and dropped payment in my hand. Seven silver, and more than I had asked. "And you, Thomas. God bless you." I mounted my horse and rode towards the woods even as the darkbess of night fell further. As I rode, I realized the error of my choice. For the clouds had covered the sky and neither moon shone through to light my way. At first I felt confident, but fear began to push that confidence down, so I lit a lantern. I saw that I had strayed far from the road. I could not see it from atop my mount. I guessed that I had ridden in a straight line since leaving the path and that if I turned around and road straight back, I had to reach the road again. As my horse walked, I heard thunder in the distance. At first it came as a slow rumble, then it grew louder and sharper and closer. Then a lightning bolt struck nearby; my hair stood on end, my skin burned. Naturally, my horse panicked and threw me off. I landed on the ground, cursing, and then as my horse flailed my pack of tools feel from his back and landed very near my head. A blacksmith's tools weigh many pounds, and I realized that had they fallen on my head I would surely have died. That thought stayed in my head for a long time. The fall had stunned me and I sat up to collect my wits. And then a young, boyish voice rang out through the woods. "A human, fallen from his horse!" Another voice sang, "What shall we do with him?" And the first answered, "Why, take him, of course!" Suddenly a small crowd of young boys appeared out of the woods. The oldest looked no more than sixteen, and the youngest thirteen. I looked around, bewildered, as they threw a net over my shoulders. I sputtered and cursed as they drew the net tight. "Unhand me!" I demanded. "Ah, ah!" the eldest chided me. "You dared to walk through our woods at night, and now we have you for our amusement." "What... what shall you do to me?" "You'll see. You'll like it." He smiled, and fear gripped my heart. The fall had stunned me so hard that only now did I realized that none of the boys wore any clothing. Hair covered their legs from the waists to their ankles, and those very legs ended not in feet, but in hooves. Satyrs had taken me. I knew the end of my life approached soon. "I thought... I thought Satyrs only took women." "We take what we want," the boy replied. "And tonight, our Master wants you." "Your Master?" "You will see." They hoisted my net between two poles and carried me through the woods like a stag trapped in a hunt. Which, in a way, they may have regarded me. We approached an open circle ringed with torches, and as we approached the winds seemed to die away. I knew that they controlled the magics of the woods, and here I saw the evidence. The circled grew out of the side of a hill, and set into the hill I saw a throne, covered in shadows. A shape sat in that throne but I could not see who-- or what-- owned that shape. "Master," the eldest spoke, "We have brought your prize." "Good." I expected their master's voice to frighten me, but instead it did the opposite. I felt warmed by it, reassured by it. And it had a familiar sound to it as well, as if I knew this Master. "Remove him from the net." They lowered the poles and removed the net from about me. The Master spoke again. "Strip him." The boyish, youthful satyrs tore my clothes from my body. I felt no urge to fight them. Instead, I felt curiosity, wonder, reassurance, and an uncontrollable emergence of lust. "Bring him closer." They did not have to lead. I walked voluntarily and he noticed this. "You want," their Master said. "I can see it in your eyes and the way you hold your body. Good. You will need that. Now kneel before me." That I would not do. I resisted him. I wanted to have my curiosity satisfied but not at the cost of my diginity. "Kneel," he repeated, his voice firm and demanding. The boys grabbed at my arms and my shoulders and began pushing me down. And although I felt my need to resist him utterly strong and unquestionable within me, I also felt myself sinking to my knees. But still I looked up, holding my chin high and defying him. I watched him stand and approach me. As his face came into the light I recognized it and I knew his name. "Thom." But the same hair that covered the boys covered him, and instead of feet I saw hooves. "You... " "They call me the Lord of Satyrs of Daber Wood." He smiled, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair. His fingers touched me and I felt the first touches of his power within me. "And they name me Thomorr. You may call me that, my beloved Darynn." I cannot tell you what confusion lived in my heart, Aimee'. For I knew they should kill me that night; few whom the Satyrs took lived to talk and those that did kept their secrets close. But at the same time I knew that I trusted Thom. Had always treated me well. And the lust, Oh, Aimee', the lust I felt I cannot describe. It took me over, it fed me and it burned me. His legs looked like the trunks of trees under their sheaths of thick, curly hair. As I looked up I saw his sex, and I will tell you shamelessly that horses are not so blessed with such enormity, nor angels with such beauty. To measure it, I saw three hands of length to it and a thickness that rivaled my wrists. Behind it his sac hung, full and large. Above that a thick tangle of reddish brown hair protected his beauty from the cold, and above that I saw his lean, broad chest and belly. He smiled, his face calm and handsome; no woman could refuse him, as man or as beast. His hands stroked his sex and it grew harder under his touch, although I will not say it grew any longer. "You will take this tonight," he said, looking down at me. "You know how a woodsman splits wood with a wedge, Darynn? Look at this engine, Darynn. My boys, they call this the Boysplitter." He caressed his manhood with a closed fist, running his hands along the length of that unbelievable shaft, reaching the end and seemingly twisting as he stroked. "Kiss it, Darynn. Bless this body. Worship properly and you may learn the secret of living through the night." "Thom..." I gasped, my toungue thick. All I knew instructed me that what he asked was evil, but I knew that I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted him to take me as he wanted to take me. "Kiss me, Darynn. Kiss my sex. Open your mouth and receive the first of me." I knelt, my face upraised, and opened my mouth. He stepped forward, one small step, and the head of his manhood pressed against my lips. For the first time I knew the taste of a man and I knew I would again never find satisfaction in the arms of women only. Hear these words, Aimee', that our lessons forbid the taste of our own sex with good reason, for once we have learned it we will never find satisfaction in half of mankind alone. His very largeness prevented me from taking all of him. I could not fit more than the head of his sex into my mouth, but he seemed to take pleasure from that alone. I had my eyes closed and I did learn worship at his maleness, tasting him and sucking him. I felt the slick mass of his sex against my tongue and the power of his maleness there. I smelled him, his warm, loamy scent, rich and heady, washing over me with every breath. "Good little man," Thomorr said as his hands caressed my face. He took his sex away from my mouth, but I wanted him back, I wanted more. I cried out with need. He smiled and directed his boys, "Hold him down," and they did as they were told. They pulled me forward and laid me across a stump that I didn't remember seeing when we entered the clearing. The very roots came to life as they pressed my palms to the darkened soil and very soon those roots fixed me into place, a part of the still-living but soon- dying stump they had brought me to. Thomorr covered my body with his, the enormity of his sex pressing against my back. My fear rose and threatened to become blind, unreasoning terror. I had not anticipated his desire to enter me, to take me. I had thought about it only in esoteric, indistinct terms. I had not come to grips with his wish to press his sex to my anus, to push it into me, to fill me and to ruin me. "Thom..." "Hush," he whispered into my ear. "You can take this, Darynn, I believe you can. If you do, if you learn to take my sex and to open your body and your heart to me at the same time... if you let me become a part of you and share your part with me, then you will survive. You have strength within you that no one understands. You have magic, Darynn. Believe in it." I did not know what to say. I trusted Thomorr but only as I knew him, as the human Thom Cailleac. I felt fingers playing with my buttocks and between them, caressing my anus with a warm cream. "Butter," Thom told me. "It will make loving you easier." My breathing came faster and my head grew light. I knew fear, Aimee'. And then his legs were between mine, pushing mine apart. He gave me no preparation, no time to relax. I felt the head of his sex slide between my greased buttocks, finding my anus and pushing in gently. My legs trembled and I began crying. Tears squeezed from behind my shut eyelids. I knew I would die. And he pressed, his strength becoming greater. And as his greased rod penetrated me, ripped into me, I screamed. I knew he had split me. I knew my life even then drained into him. And I felt the head of his sex penetrate deeper. He plunged further into my guts, Aimee', and I felt every inch as he did. And I heard his voice at my ear again. "You will not die, Darynn, my sweetest boy, if you open your heart to me. Come, beloved, feel the loving strength of my sex within you, joining us. Feel the pleasure of our joining. Feel the heat of my body." And I did. I felt his chest against my back and his legs against my buttocks. I felt the throbbing of his manhood deep within my body. And I cried. I wept for all the things I had lost in his ravishment. But then I felt something else come from deep within me. Maybe it came from the tip of his sex; they seemed in the same place. And that thing reached my throat and I felt joy within me. I began to laugh. I felt mirth and freedom, and I heard Thom laugh along with me. And then he pulled his sex from deep within me. I whimpered. "You want it back?" Thomorr asked me. "Yes!" I said. "I want it within me." "Then have it you shall!" he said as he pushed back into me. Then out again. Then in. His sex rubbed at the opening of my anus and the head rippled within my guts. And then the pleasure took me. I cannot describe the feelings as he raped my restrained body, Aimee'. My body trembled at the obscene invasion of man into man, my legs shook with shock and my eyes filled with tears, but I laughed and I blessed and I loved Thomorr as he took me with the force only men can muster. My own sex was hard and rubbed painfully against the wooden table he took me on. He knew he didn't have to take care with me and I didn't wish him to. His body pressed against mine like a force of nature destroying a mountain. I fought my restraints not to get away but to get at him, to drag him deeper into me. And as he pressed his sex deeper into me and his chest to my back, I felt us being to merge, to breathe together. I cannot describe it any other way. We began to fall into each other, and I felt the meeting place of our bodies in my heart... in our hearts. It was more than a joining, more than a mating. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting madly. I wanted more and I tried to tell him so but my voice would only make the sounds of animals. His sex ravished me and my hole burned at his pounding. My chest rubbed against the wood of the stump. My legs burned and my wrists ached from my wish for release. I felt possessed by his enormous manhood and his unquestionable force. He grunted with every pushing, jabbing thrust that sent a ripple of pain and pleasure along my back, between and through our bodies. Small gasps escaped his lips, a chant of "aye, aye, aye," with every thrust and when he screamed his pleasure I did too. For I felt it. In my heart I felt the coil of his climax explode and in my body I felt the shooting sperm of his jutting sex bathing my insides with their magical warmth. And then I lifted my hands. Free! They had released me! I turned, but I did not see him. No one stood in the clearing but me, and I felt I possessed so much strength, so much fire. The fuel of his sex burned inside my guts and I needed to get it out. I took to my feet and I began running, chasing something, but what I don't know. I ran faster, harder, and then the voices began to surround me, boy's voices. They appeared on my left and on my right, running with me. My feet sprouted hooves, and the hair on my legs grew thick and entangled. And they led me now and I followed them. We passed through the woods as so much wind and reached another clearing, this one holding a large pool of still water. They all leapt into the water and I leapt with them. We laughed and we splashed and we joked in a language that I had not known until that day. And we touched and I caressed them and they me. And on the banks of that pool our play dissolved into a long night of play, of men and of boys and of hands and tongues and shafts and holes. And although I never wanted the sun to rise, I knew it must, and I knew that I would return to the world of the living. With this play that lasted for a night's worth of forever I fell asleep before the crow of the cock. In my belly and in my backside I held the eruptions of several satyrs, and in several satyrs they held mine. And as I curled up to lay my head on another's leg and sleep claimed me, I knew... I awoke in the early morning with a start. And although startled and long dreaming, I felt fully rested and refreshed. I didn't want to look under the blanket, but I knew I had to throw it aside and I did. I still had my feet and the hair on my legs looked the same as ever. I felt fit, although within my belly I felt warm as well. I looked at the room and I recognized the windows. Lead, and so I realized I had spent the night at Thom's house. As I rubbed my head in confusion my fingers found a bump, probably from when I had fallen from my horse. The door opened and Thom entered the room. "Darynn? I heard you shout." "I had a dream," I said. He sat on the bed and smiled. "Part of a dream," he assured me, laying his hand on my thigh. He wore no boots this morning and I could see his hooves clearly. "You did not dream last night." "But I still live." "You learned the secret to living," Thomorr replied. "I need to tell you something, Darynn. You have inside more power than I have seen in four centuries. You have a beauty that some of the gods cannot match. And you have a will that you can train to take advantage of both. If I needed to describe my feelings about you, Darynn, I would say 'smitten.'" "Last night we committed such evil. Your very existence belies that evil." I lied to him, Aimee'. Although my upbringing had ground those words into my head, I did not feel them. I felt only trust and a growing sense of love for Thomorr, the Lord of the Satyrs of Daber Wood. "You know no such thing," he replied. "I only think of action as evil, not mere existance. Now I have committed what you would call evil in the past in my search for a boy like yourself. But we Satyrs have different rules and live by the laws of magic." "If I told the townspeople they would come here and they would burn you out and they would try to kill you, Thomorr." He leaned back, his hands clasped about one knee. "Yes, I suppose they would. Will you tell them, my beautiful Darynn? Or will you keep this secret, and return to me as we both will it, and let me teach you of magic? You have the born skill but no training. You have discipline, but not in the right talents. Let me teach you, let me show you." "And the cost?" "You lived the cost last night. You gave me everything. I would not dare ask anything more of you but your attention, Darynn." He looked into my eyes and that presence of lust returned and lived again between us. "But if you want to share my bed and my pleasure, Darynn, I will whore for you as no woman could ever give." He smiled as he spoke. "Give me privacy, Thom." "Certainly." He rose and left. Now alone I felt comfortable enough to dress. I gathered my pack and left the room, walking towards the stables, hoping to avoid Thomorr. But he had anticipated my needs and he brought my horse to me across the stable's open field. Without a word I took the reins from him and I mounted the saddle. "Darynn," he said as I turned around to leave. His voice tugged at me, the pain and the hope so readily near. "Will you tell them?" I looked back on him and shook me head. "I need time to think, Thomorr. I... so much has happened." "You cannot go back unchanged. I cannot undo what I have done." "I know. I will not tell them." "Darynn," he said. "I will summon you again, if only to fix my broken windows and mend my gates and shoe my horses. But I will not mention the teaching of magic or the loving of men until you do. You must choose your path, as blacksmith or as mage." He smiled crookedly. "Goodbye, handsome Darynn." I did not speak another word to him as I kicked my horse, encouraging her out of the gates of Cailleac and now, through the Daber Wood by the safe light of day. Archmage Darynn leaned back in his chair. Aimee' seemed to almost squirm in her stool and the effect he thought quite attractive. "Aimee'?" "Sir?" "That ends your first lesson. Sometimes a student's life means sitting and listening to your teacher rattle off a boring tale." "Your tale did anything but bore me, sir! I thought at points I might cry in fear or sadness or even desire in the telling!" Darynn nodded, a smile crossing his face. "In any event, Teltirray has heard it before. Or at least read it in the records of the Guild. I bid you, Aimee', take my story with you and think on it tonight." "I will sir. Do you dismiss me, then?" "I bid you goodnight, Aimee', but my students I never merely 'dismiss.'" He grinned. "Yes sir, I understand." She hopped off the stool and made her way to the door. Darynn gestured and the lock opened. "Goodnight, Aimee'." "Goodnight, Sir Archamge Darynn." -- "Aimee', Chapter 1" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:02 MST 1993 Article: 14542 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 2 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:28:05 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 1186 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbmnl$mmc@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103033 alt.sex.stories:14542 AIMEE' Chapter II ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ Darynn had sworn decades earlier that he would always consider his life a lesson and himself a student. And although his opportunities to experiment with the opposite sex numbered beyond his counting he had never once actually paid any attention to them or their needs. Thomorr had made him a man of men, in a world of their own without want or need of women. Aimee' changed that. She had occupied his thoughts for the entire week, from the previous Gayobi to the present. In that time he had done a little asking around, and had learned some things about Teltirray's tastes that bothered him. According to his friend Bethsany, the mistress of the local brothel, Teltirray had become more violent in the last decade, althought she had as little idea why as Darynn did. He found himself hoping that Teltirray's violence didn't extend to Aimee' and that he wouldn't hurt her in the days between her lessons. As the hour approached he found himself rubbing his hands together before the fire and assembling his story for the evening in his mind. The knock came at the door none too soon. "Come in," he said, attempting to make his voice behave in a manner befitting an archmage. Inside, a corner of his spirit laughed at him; surely he did no better than any poor boy at his first occasion with a woman! And he, nigh unto a century old! The door opened and Aimee' entered. "I have come for my second lesson, sir, with your permission." "You have it. No, not the stool again. Come, here, sit by me before the fire." Nervously the girl crossed the flagstone-and-mortar floor and then his precious white yeti-fur rug, the lesser of two prizes he had won from a battle with such a creature destroying many town to the Northeast. He smiled, remembering the greater prize; a boy named Darrick. "Settle yourself against those blue pillows. Right." She sat down, her body trembling slightly. He looked her over; bruises adorned both of her arms and one smaller stood out even against the reddish skin of her chin. Darynn winced and determined further to teach her the arts of self- preservation and defense as well as those of pleasure. "If you ever have need to speak, Aimee, do so freely. Now, tonight I shall tell you my second story and you will do something for me. You will remove your clothing." She reached for her tunic instantly. "Wait," he said. "I did not tell you to remove your clothes. I said you will remove your clothes. I shall not tell you when." "Then how will I know when to do so?" "Aimee', I said you may speak freely, but you will adress me as 'sir.'" "Yes, sir. How will I know when to remove my... my clothes?" "When you feel ready, Aimee', to take off an article of clothing, I want you to. But not before then." Confusion crossed her face as Darynn knew it would. Nobody ever gave slaves the right to address their own feelings. Instead, slaves behaved as ordered and came to hear every whim of a superior as an order. By permitting her access to her own simple desires, Darynn hoped she would unwittingly open herself to her deeper emotions. Sometimes boys in his service cried for hours when he did this, and afterwards the passion from them exceeded even Darynn's fading memory of his for Thomorr. He lived for those moments. But did a woman have those same feelings and same methods of bottling them up and controlling them? Darynn wanted to find out. "Y... yes, sir." "Now then, I shall tell you another tale. This one comes from my learning amidst the Megass, and of one special Megassi named Ryuchia." In my twentieth year Thomorr called me an adult, told me he had no more to teach me, and bade me go into the world to find my future. I had no wish to leave, Aimee', for I loved him. Not just physically, although certainly that phrasing-- "I loved him"-- had certainly come true by then. I cried piteously. I wept for myself and I had learned to weep for him, Aimee', because Satyrs have nothing but themselves and their passions. Thomorr allowed himself no past, no future, nothing but the immediacies of his present pleasures. And although I wished to stay in that Satyric haze for all of my existence, I knew that he and I did not belong to the same worlds. I needed to seek my destiny elsewhere. He gave me money. I gave most of it to my parents to help them over my disappearance. I even had a younger brother by then. I left them in the worst way possible, I think. I stole out of the house one night leaving only the money and a note. I think by that time father suspected something about my relationship with Thomorr, although he never said a word and I think he trusted my wisdom. I will not bore you with the details of the travel, Aimee'. Thomorr sent me on a path into the mountains in search of a city the Megassi called Hakkana and a Megass named Desa. I knew little of the Megassi except for legends, Aimee'. I knew that they had grown from the ranks of Dragonkind by virtue of their intelligence and their capacity for magic, and I knew that even satyrs spoke in warm, awestruck whispers at the magic they achieved through the exercise of their honest lusts. "Master?" she interrupted him. "Yes, Aimee?" "May I remove my boots, sir?" "Aimee, I told you that you may remove your boots when you feel the time has come for you to remove your boots, and such with the rest of your clothes. You do not need to ask me. If you never feel that time tonight, I understand. I do not want to make any such demand of you. Understand?" "I... I think so. Please, sir, do not let me interrupt your story." As I approached Hakkana I sometimes saw Megassi circling between peaks in the mountains. The road I walked led through those mountains and, according to one scrawled sign I passed, across a pass that had claimed the lives of over a dozen men. The sign, too, warned of Dragons in those mountains, but I rationed that I had survived capture and rape and even the love of a satyr. A Dragon could do no worse. I camped in the hills the day before, and come morning began my ascent for the pass. I hoped that the Dragons would find me before then. And find me they did. Two swooped down from the high places in the mountains, flying over me in great, sweeping passes. Red-scaled and massive, their wings beat the air as they flew past and the wind they kicked up blew into my eyes and stung with fierce pain. I had learned magic to alleviate that pain and so use it, giving myself a chance to stand and examine my examiners. [Who are you ?] the first one demanded, his voice shouting in my head like a great storm. "I call myself Darynn, as my father named me! Thomorr, Lord of the Satyrs of Daber Wood has sent me to meet with Desa Megass of Hakkana." [You have a great many friends,] the one spoke again. [You may pass unharmed and without tribute unto the gates of our city. But if you have lied, your suffering will amuse us for days.] Speaking honestly, I had hoped for a ride. But Dragons do not have kindness as we know it, Aimee.' Ah, I see you smile at my little joke. And your boots have walked away on their own. Good. I walked for the day and through the night and near dawn I found the gates of the great city of Hakkana. I slept there at the base of those monstrous gates. A pain in my leg awakened me hours later. "You," the voice said. I looked up into the face of the first landed Megass I had ever met. The young of the Megass perform the city duties for their elders, and this one, barely nine feet long and still unencumbered enough to have full use of his forearms, apparently served as a guard. "I... my apologies, my lord Megass. I have come seeking an audience with Desa Megass." The Dragon turned his head to me and I saw him smile. "You know interesting friends if you know of Desa Megass. Very well, we will show you the way to Desa Megass, young mage." He led me past the gates and into the city of Hakkana. City? No, Hakkana covered an entire plain with its construction. The great beauty of vaulted marble only served to introduce the marvels of engineering that surrounded me. The plain apparently sat like an elevated valley surrounded by mountains. Most people know only rumors of the growth cycle of the Megassi, but it's relatively easy to understand. Aimee', have you ever watched a caterpillar turn into butterfly? You know of the sleeping process caterpillars undergo? The Megassi have the same sort of growth, Aimee', only their caterpillar shape resembles our shape, human. Or elven, I suppose. They built the central city of Hakkana for that shape; they spend the first fifty years of life shaped in our way. These young administer the city as it relates to the world; they perform the roles of merchant and agent to the adult Megassi. Somewhere in their fifth or, perhaps, late sixth decade, they begin to undergo the great change. They do not sleep though the change, Aimee'; every day they awake knowing that they have begun to change their shape, begun to change into Dragonkind. Many move awkwardly at this time; They have no reason to learn to live with a shape that will not feel the same tomorrow as it does today. My guard, apparently, had some control of his faculties. He spoke well, and he moved without clumsiness. As I said, the central city is built for the young who are shaped as Men, but beyond that the buildings grow ever larger and more impressive, housing as they do the various centuries of of the Megassi Dragons. The architecture is utterly alien; the homes on the plain look as if they were grown, or like bubbles on the water, but made from a stone the color of which pleases the owner. The most common color is white, although some are red, black, green, or yellow. The mountains that surround the plain are riddled with cave in which sleep the Great Elders. Very few live that old; most succumb to disease, or madness. Some to spiritual decay that leaves them lifeless and suicidal. I was surprised that the guard led me to the central city. I had expected Desa Megass to be an elder Dragon, and I inquired of it. "He is," the guard replied. "But you are to be taken to the center to meet him." The great city of domes passed as we walked, and the houses began to take on more familiar shapes. I saw Megassi young going about their businesses, cleaning windows and fixing roofs. They waved pleasantly as we walked; they are not a mysterious people, not the young. They are as easily understood as you and I. The guard led me to a circular building, a squat cylinder topped with a cone roof. The door was made of wood and not large enough to admit him. He knocked. A Megass youth answered the door. "What may I do for you, sir?" "This human claims to know of Desa Megass and would like entry." The youth looked at me, and I examined him in return. His skin seemed pliant, but it still looked as a snake's: covered in fine scales and tinted with a greenish hue. His yellow eyes had vertical slits, much like a cat's, and they sat in shallow, reflective pools that regarded me carefully. "Yes, I know of him as well," he said finally. "Admit him. I thank you, elder sir, for your kindness." "May your change await you with pleasure," the guard said, leaving me standing outside the door. "Come in, come in," the Megass said. "Sit down. I am Kirustan. Desa will join us in a moment." I found a seat and examined the room. It seemed as any common home, although perhaps a little better aired than my own. The construction was as solid as any Castle, a privilege of its origin. The chairs were likewise made of stone, and I knew that it would take all my thew just to move one a few inches. In the floor there was set a circular staircase leading downwards into the very rock. From here I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and I shall never forget what walked up from that place. It was shaped as human, but it was of no human origin. The body reflected light as if made of polished silver. It had no imperfections; indeed in places it looked too perfect, gleaming and smooth. Its eyes shone with a strange yellow light. The ears looked elven, wide at the base and pointed towards the top. As it regarded me it smiled, the silver flowing like it was quickened. "Darryn." "You... you know me?" "Indeed I do," the creature replied. "I am Desa Megass, or at least, what you will see of me." It chuckled deeply. "In good truth, I sleep many miles from here. My spirit houses this form while the other sleeps. In here, I cannot do magic, but that is no matter. I find the world of the children exciting, and the beauty and song I hear here I weave into the waking magics of my Dragonself." It picked up a stone chair like a feather and placed it down before me, then sat down and joined me. "Now then, Darryn, tell me what brings you here." I told him, Aimee'. I told him everything. Of my hopeless love for the Satyr Thomorr, of the magics he had taught me, of his sending me here. The tale took over two hours. When I was done, Desa nodded. "You are what I have been looking for, and I am in Thomorr's debt for the gift he has sent me." "Gift?" "Yes," Desa nodded. "Although I cannot do magic in this shape, Darryn, I can still teach it. I can still guide students who need learning. I have a... a failure, I fear. Perhaps you can help me change that." "Sir?" "Quiet, Darryn. You are my apprentice now." I thrilled to hear that, Aimee', to be told by this magical being that it had accepted me as an apprentice. I glanced to the window where Kirustan leaned, casually. He grinned at me, as if amused. I wondered what his role' was in Desa's existence, and if I was staking a claim to something he felt he already possessed. Nevertheless, he seemed earnestly pleased to hear of my acceptance. "Yes, sir." "I have several apprentices, Darryn. You are to... Kirustan, leave us." "Immediately, sir," the young Megass said, taking his leave by the same staircase Desa had arisen from. "I am sorry; I do not know of your comfort or concern being a lover of men and things male, Darryn, and I did not want to embarass you in front of my other young apprentice. I should have dismissed him before you told your tale." "It is the past, sir, that tale. I am not ashamed of what I am." "Good," he said. "Because it is, in part, what you are that makes you so valuable to me. I have an apprentice that I took while he was still in Manform, thirty years ago. He learned quickly, as I promise you, you will. His name is Ryuchitoran. I fear he has not long to live. "Ryu, as I call him, was born with two problems. I have trouble deciding some days which makes his life more unbearable. The first is that he, like you, strongly prefers his own sex to that of the other. This happens from time to time; often there are enough of that kind to keep each other happy, and they are of no trouble to the rest of us. At mating time, even with reluctance most of them perform admirably, and the females among them I suppose hold their noses and wait for it to be over; the bodily joy of bearing eggs is something even they admit to liking, even if they dislike the process required to get there. "But Ryu has a second, more troubling problem. After his change, it became obvious. Ryu is a runt." "Sir?" "Ryu is growing very slowly. At the present he is only twelve feet long, and four of that is his tail. But this is not a midform, Darryn; Ryu is all Dragon at this point. But he sleeps with the daily fitfulness of a youth and he grows but slowly, if at all." Desa fell momentarily silent, thinking. "My newer apprentices frequently learn the physical basics from their elder peers. Ryuchitoran is one of my eldest students, and you will be his first. One of the things every sorcerer must learn is how to teach, to pass on what he knows. It's time Ryu learned a skill he will need in his old age, even if he doesn't expect to get there. "But in the process, young Darryn, you must do something else. If Thomorr did not lie about the size of his manhood, you will not find Ryuchia threatening. Few, if any, of the older Dragons among his kind show any interest in him; he is too small, and frequently too depressed. I ask that you volunteer for this, Darryn... seduce him. Give him someone to feel lust for. You will have the tools, and the skills of sexual magic that Thomorr has given you tell me that you are the best person to do so. I will visit you often to give you guidance in your studies. I encourage you to seek your power in the pleasures of your body." The silver grinned again. "Encourage Ryuchia to assist you." He was asking me to become the friend and lover of someone who, as he admitted, was a dark and depressing soul. But a Dragon soul, nonetheless. And I had come to Hakkanah to learn from him, so I supposed that would be the price I would bear. Not that I was completely against his plan, Aimee', for it had been several months since I had loved, or even touched, another, and I think my youthful manhood got the better of me. I agreed on the spot, a bit overwhelmed by lustful images of myself entwined with a Dragon. "Do you accept?" I spoke immediately, anxious to move forward. "Sir, I do." He nodded. "Excellent. Come with me, and I will introduce you to your new teacher." He stood and led me out into the street. As he led me out amidst the youthful construction, I marveled at the sights surrounding me. The city was huge, Aimee', indescribable. I have seen only one city this large since then, Aimee, and that is Arisanti. Yes, I have been there. The low domes and bubbles that were the Megassi homes cast shadows on one another, and I was to learn that arguments about who possesed the right to another's heat were vocal and common. Although the circle wherein the young abounded in trees and bushes, beyond was only plain red stone upon which their marvelous houses were built. "This is his," Desa announced, pointing to a dome immediately to our right. As large as others nearby, it was the brown of a duck's egg, and it glistened with the sunlight. Desa led me around. "The door is at an angle to the regular direction of the wind. In that way, a Dragon may leave his home open and not have wind blow about inside, but may step out and take wing instantly." We came to a seam in the side of the dome, a seam that ran up many feet out of sight. He knocked. I know not the construction of the Megassi doors, but I would like to know. Like the wings of a beetle, the doors spread open, making barely a sound as they did so. "Inside," Desa said. The smell inside had a slightly stale taste to it. Desa looked at me curiously. "Describe it." "Sir?" "The smell. It's foremost in your expression, young human. Describe it to me." I did, including the stale taste and an odd, burning smell, like old rope set ablaze. He nodded. "Ryu has not been keeping his house in order." He cupped his mouth with his hands as if to amplify his voice, and shouted "Ryuchitoran!" "Master!" As my eyes adjusted from the blazing sun outside to the darker interior, I began to see details. The center of the house rose many feet above my head. Along the interior walls platforms circled at regular intervals, providing many landing spaces for a creature used to life airborne. A bright circle of light landed on the stone floor of the dome, indicating an opening at the center of the dome where Dragons could enter while airborne. From the opposite side of the dome, two rings up, a Dragon shuffled to the edge, gripped a cylindrical brass railing and launched himself into the air. His wings spread wide and he floated down to the central floor. "I am at your service." "That is good, Ryu, because my request of you is very difficult. I have an apprentice that I wish you to train." "Me? Sir..." I examined Ryuchitoran closely. He was as Desa had described him; a fully-formed Dragon, but only eight feet in height. His scales appeared soft and supple, white tinged lightly with green, much like I had described Kirustan. His body was wide in the middle, and his wings spread out at least as long as his body in each direction. On his tail the fans that helped control his flight opened and closed reflexively. His face expressed every feeling, and even I could read them. "Yes, Ryu." "When do I meet him, sir?" Desa's silvered shape turned to me. "Ryuchitoran, this is your junior apprentice, Darryn. Darryn, this is Ryuchitoran." "A human?" I was concerned that Ryuchitoran would view me with disdain, but instead he seemed earnestly pleased to have me as his apprentice. "Wonderful! But please don't call me Ryuchitoran. All those syllables get in the way. Ryu is fine." "Ryu, then," I said, laughing. He was certainly not what I had expected. "It's still Darynn." "Of course it is!" Ryu returned to his teacher and said, "What are my duties, sir?" "We have provisions for him, Ryu. He needs lodging, however, and ocassionally a translator. He will be learning the basics from us, although I believe he has a broad knowledge already." Ryu looked at me. "How long have you been studying?" "Three years." "Can you fly?" "A... A little," I admitted. "I need practice." "Then your first lesson will be about sleeping," Desa said. "Ryu, you know where to lodge him." "Indeed I do," Ryuchia said. "There are six rings to my home, counting the floor, and you will sleep on the second." I breathed a sigh of relief; the second ring did not seem so far away. Ryu smiled, showing his teeth, a sight which I admit frightened me somewhat. "We Dragons are of the air, and we do not measure our homes the way you do." I realized his meaning and my gaze moved up to look at the two rings all the way at the top of the dome. Ryu followed my gaze and nodded. "Exactly." "I... I can't make it all the way up there." "Of course you can," Desa said. "Even I can see that. Ryu, I leave you with your apprentice and his devices. Darynn, take care. I will see to you in two days. In the meantime, take your learning from Ryu." Ryu spread his winds and kicked into the air, circling around his home until he reached the second ring. "Come on, Darynn. Join me." I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, and remembered what Thomorr had taught me about flying. I leaned my head back and opened my eyes. My destination grew closer, and I began to feel the great drag of the ground as I moved further and further away from it. The ground is jealous of the bodies that rise from its dust, Aimee', and is not so giving when I wanted to leave it. But as the railing grew closer the lift grew easier. I reached out for the brass rail that was apparently a fixture of each level. On beautiful metal supports it hung away from the wall, just above the level of the floor, giving Dragons something to hold. I climbed over the railing and sat down on the stone of the ring before realizing that I had not removed my pack. I had managed to fly maybe five dozens of feet with at least fifty pounds extra on my back. I felt good. "Is it the air?" "It is you!" Ryu said, laughing. "You looks so stunned, Darynn. In any event, this was once my home, when I was was a youth and so had a youth's bed. My master, who used to live in this dome, moved far away, and I inherited it from him." It had a bed, although when I pulled the top sheet up dust flew, making me cough. "Sorry," Ryu said. "I haven't had time to really clean this place the way it should." "I'll manage. Where might I find a broom?" "Fourth ring," Ryu replied, grinning. "Over there." He gestured with a wing, and a beam of light shot from a wingtip to indicate the broom. I surprised myself again by retreiving the broom and returning to the second ring, although by that time I was worn out and quite sure that I was done with flying for the day. "What brings you to Hakkana, Darynn?" "I was sent to find Desa at the request of my former master, who had taught me all he could." Ryu's head tilted slightly, as if confused. "You sound sad when you say that." "Do I?" I asked. "I was not measuring my love for him on the basis of his teaching. His sending me away hurt a great deal. Moreso than that I left my parents, for they would not understand the son he returned to them." "What is your teaching, then?" I tried to think of a big word for what I was, something ostentatious. But I could not, and eventually I told the truth. "Sex magic." Ryu didn't laugh at me like I expected. No, he took me quite seriously. "I thought that was difficult for male humans to learn. Not enough partners to practice with or something." "It can be," I said. "There are exceptions." Ryu nodded and didn't press the matter. "I'll leave you to clean up your room. If you desire privacy, there are sheets that can be hung from the hangers that ring this room and the next. I used the next for ritual reaches." I nodded. "Thank you." "Thank you for being welcome in my home," Ryu said earnestly. "I'll check on you in a while." He stepped off the edge of the ring and vanished, apparently dropping like a stone. But I heard a soft 'thwap' of his wing as he landed on the ring where he slept. Days and weeks passed by like flashes, Aimee'. I cannot describe the next six months because they are entirely a blur. My skill as a metalsmith garnered me much respect, and Desa suggested I direct at least some of my magical skill in that direction as well. It was probably the most propitious decision I ever made, because the resulting tools I constructed out of alloys of silver and steel accelerated the outpouring of power I could achieve in short times. My nature became more obvious as I crafted my staff, tipped as it was with obvious phallicism. More importantly, the actual working spindles and dildos, made of various alchemical woods, enabled me to reach heights I had never thought possible. The only aspect of this I have any pride in, however, is my sense. I did not, I don't believe, ever ascribe to more power for evil reasons. My desires were pure. I wanted to be a mage; I wanted to be the best. More than once I had an opportunity to grow faster, but at the expense of either Ryuchitoran or Kirustan, and those I would not do. As the months rolled by, I began to feel the immense sadness that was a part of Ryu. My senses were being honed by the exercises Desa gave me, and more importantly, they were being honed outwards. A sex mage learns to feel his insides, learns to know every inch of himself and what one should apply where to make those feelings grow and manifest themselves. But Desa had no interest in an apprentice who couldn't see, Aimee', and so forced me into physical exercises to maintain my strength but also to make me aware of the world about me. That is why he began teaching me combat. Those were interesting times, Aimee', to have youthful Dragonkin, man shaped, fighting me. Hand to hand, with sticks, and then with swords, I learned how to see my opponent, how to hear him and how to smell him. Six months is not a long time, but it was enough to make me aware of Ryu. The cheerfulness was facade', Aimee', for inside he was truly hurting. His rejection at the hands of his peers was often more than he could bear, and I would hear him sob in the night, whether as a way to sleep or something from his dreams, I did not know. In the six months I spent with him, rarely did he have Dragon visitors. Once, Desa came to visit us in his full dracoform, and the difference between the two of them was bewildering. Desa was fully three times as broad and four long compared to Ryu. I started to understand Ryu's pain. None of his visitors were evidently female. It was in the eighth month, as the snows began to lighten up and the sun returned more often, that I asked Desa permission to study beyond my ken. "What are you seeking?" he asked. "I want to research the library to learn how to look at the origin of a creature." Desa looked understandably concerned. "The alchemy of life is one of the most difficult sciences known, young Darynn. What are seeking?" "I want to know what makes a creature large or small." He nodded. "His tears get to you, too." "I can bear it, sir, but not forever. He will die without help." "And you think you can help him." "I can look for an answer." Desa paused, thinking. "Very well. I want to know every detail of your research. In this science, if you cast even a cantrip I want to know about it. Understand?" I nodded. Four months more before I could take it no more. From my sleep the sounds of crying roused me. You have never heard a Dragon cry, Aimee', but describing it is beyond me. It's a great roaring sound, unmistakable in its sadness and unbelievable in its depth. I threw aside my bedclothes and leapt off the edge of the ring, flying down one ring level to Ryu's sleeping dish. A bowl, set into the material of the ring and layered in cushions, provided him a comfortable bed. I dropped to my knees. "Ryu," I said softly. It was drowned out in the crying. "Ryu," I repeated louder. Finally I reached out and touched him. "Ryu!" [WHAT?] The voice punched into my brain with incredible power, stunning me and tossing me back against the floor. "Darynn!" Weakly, I managed to say, "Hi... Ryu." "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You..." I sat up and brushed myself off. "You were crying, and it wouldn't let me sleep." I assessed myself. I was still intact. He looked away. "I'm sorry if my dreams bother you." I leaned over and touched his wing. "I just wanted to know if there's anything I can do?" He looked up at me, his eyes still wet from the crying. "You're an invert, aren't you?" "It took you that long to figure it out?" I asked. "At least you didn't call me a pervert." "The ways of humans are still strange, but I don't want to be insulting. What are you... " Imagination is not the most disciplined part of us, Aimee'. I'm afraid that staring at him, in his bed, conjured up those dreams and pictures I had not had in nearly a year. "Do you really look at me that way?" Understand, Aimee', that Ryu had never intentionally invaded my imagination. I am simply most obvious in my imaginings when they are erotic, and he is apparently at his most undisciplined when he has just woken up. Together the combination was the undoing of my secrecy. I had to say something. "Yes. Sometimes." "I..." He paused again. "I don't know what to say. Is it physical, or are you really attracted to me?" "Physically, I am attracted to Dragons, and you in particular, because with you my fantasies are most possible. Emotionally... Ryu, you have been very kind to me, and have tried hard to hide your suffering. I do feel for you, and I would like to help you. I think of you as a wonderful friend." "But you couldn't... love me." I smiled and stroked his wing slowly. "Ryu, sometimes I forget that you are three times my elder when you have moments like this. I could love you. It wouldn't last forever, because you are a Dragon and I am human and eventually we will be on our different paths to different worlds." "But... you really think you could love me?" "Sometimes I think I already do." That came out of my mouth so fast I didn't have time to stop it. I controlled my own surprise and continued calmly, "I only think. It takes more than one-sided lust to make love happen." He didn't move for a moment, then nodded his prodigous head slowly. "It wouldn't work anyway," he said. "You humans have that mouth thing we Dragons could never do." "There is a lot more to loving than kisses, Ryu." I decided the time to be bold had come. I eased into his sleeping bowl and slid down to lie next to his body. "There is touching." I began to caress his impresive chest slowly. His hide wasn't nearly as hard and thick as I had feared, and it was apparently just as sensitive to touch as my own. The sounds from his throat would have been threatening if I hadn't been able to feel the pleasure coming from him. I decided on what is, perhaps, the most common seduction technique left to those of us who move easily amongst males and females. I gave him a massage. He responded well, cooing softly as I worked. I had plenty of experience in this range, since Thom had been such a demanding master sometimes when it came to his own pleasure. And I learned a great deal about the outside bodies of Dragons. I did not use any of the cantrips Desa had warned me about, learning instead simply by touch, feel, and sense. At times he would shift in his bed in response to my touch. His strength excited me. Through my bedclothes my erection was plainly visible, and I knew he could feel it when I leaned over. He never said a word, and by the time I had eased all the tension out of him from his dreams and probably the fear of what I offered, he had drifted off to solid sleep. Exhausted by my efforts, I realized that I had made one of the cardinal errors of magic; I had used everything in relaxing him. I was too tired to fly back to my own bed. There was nothing to be done. I curled up next to him and fell asleep. We both slept soundly. When I awoke, he had left me alone, but he had also left me to sleep well past sunrise. For that, at least, I thanked him. My studies progressed another year. That sounds like a long jump, perhaps, but nothing much happened in between. After that evening neither Ryu or I mentioned the incident to one another. Ryu didn't keep his feelings quite so trapped within, and I saw the blackness more clearly and more often, but he also seemed to accept it far more often. Instead, I concentrated on my studies, spending six hours every morning studying magic until my brain hurt and then working the afternoons away either in the smithy or the gymnasium. I began researching my own spell base. Do you know what a spell base is, Aimee'? No? A spell base is a basic spell idea from which one may weave variants dependent upon one's knowledge and talent. There is a classic spell base called, simply, "Pain." Alone, it does little; causes an itch. A little additional skill, and it can cause great discomfort. With the knowledge base that comes from being a full mage, one can use it to kill with some effort, although it is an uncomfortable way to die and there are more efficient ways to kill someone magically, like "Sleep" and a slitting of throats. I was surprised to find that nobody had ever thought to create a base for "Pleasure." Bases are very simple to use, but hard to construct. I was determined to figure out the base for pleasure. I took notes obsessively. And, to be honest, when it was discovered among the man- shaped males of the Megassi what I was, a few were willing to help my experiments. The other major thrust of my research was to be able to construct a method for visualizing that which shapes a being. I reasoned, and found confirmation, that all things that live grow into their shape by some unseen mechanism. I was determined to find a tool for visualizing that mechanism. I found it. Not unsurprisingly, someone else had discovered it first for the creation of golems of flesh, although the technique as I read it was very crude. I refined it. That is an understatement. When I found it I completely dropped everything else. Only Desa's threats kept me in the gymnasium and the smithy. Males who knew my pleasures sent me letters that I left unopened. I burned for nearly four months, and when I was ready, Desa watched as I cast the spell for the first time. On myself. Oh, we are such complex creatures, Aimee'! Even the keys with which we are made go on forever and are indescribable but in the spinning bands of blue, red, green, and gold that really do describe what we are. Or at least, what our shape would be. I spent so long examining what I was, realizing what I could be with this change or that, that when I was done the sun had set and my body had gone into such complete revolt over the idignity of ritual penetration combined with prolonged neglect. I spent the rest of the night on the garderobe, Desa standing outside and grilling me about my results until dawn. The research accellerated after that. I discovered I was forging a new kind of magic, a predictive magic that was based on mechanical processes, not tinkering with temporal ones. The fundamental elements were alchemical, of course, but ultimately it became a purely spiritual engine that allowed me to make a single change, and then change after change after change until I got what I wanted. It was something of a shock when I realized, suddenly, that I had gotten away from the erotic sciences. I had been too busy taking apart the body to appreciate it. Have you ever been hit on the chin, Aimee'? I swear to you, that is how it felt. I suddenly spent an entire day addressing old friends, diving into a sort of blind, erotic haze, unable to think about work because I could think of nothing else but the males I had neglected. I took control of myself the next day. I wrote down my thoughts on the bodily experimentation as much as I could, then turned my attention back to Pleasure. I think that's my one greatest failure, that I can never pay attention to one project at a time. I constantly change back and forth. I received permission from Desa to take two weeks off from the smithy, but not exercise. I spent those two weeks catching up with every male I knew was amenable to my caresses, and in two weeks I had finished a unified base for spells of Pleasure. I documented my spell base comprehensively and mailed it to here, to Barraminum and the College of Mages. Over a year would pass before I heard the reply. As I crawled into my bed one night, however, a voice from the edge of the ring interrupted my desire to sleep. "Darynn?" "Ryu? Hi." "Hi yourself. Long time no see." "I'm sorry," I said. "I just completed a fully functional spell base, and I decided to turn it into the College of Mages for acceptance." "That's quite an achievement." He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Darynn, why is it you never asked me to help you test those spells?" "I... " I was caught. I had wanted to practice with him, but knowing him as I did I had never felt comfortable approaching him. I wondered if I could bluff my way through this encounter. "Desa said I wasn't to pracitice on someone without his permission." "That was the animal alchemy, Darryn. His warnings were not related to the base you created." "But... you are my host, Ryu. What if I did use them on you? What obligations would we have? What about addiction..." "Is that your concern? That I might become addicted to the pleasures you could give me without your hands? Only if you used them on me with regularity, and then only if they surpassed the pleasures you could inflict on me with your hands. Which is something you've never tried anyway." Almost two years had passed since I had made my promise to Desa that I would seduce and love Ryuchitoran. I wanted to, Aimee', truly I did. But for some reason I felt reluctance, an inertia to begin. I did not know what I was getting into. "Ryu..." "You said once you could love me, but you've never said anything to me about it since." The truth welled up out of me then, although I managed to squelch it almost into silence. Sometimes I curse the fact that Dragons have such good ears. Sometimes I bless it. "You never gave me an answer." "What?" he asked, not hearing. "I said you never gave me an answer." "I didn't know there was a question." "Ryu..." I sighed. "If we were to... love... would you understand when I returned to the world of men?" "Yes." His word was as simple as that, and as convincing. I reached out my hand and beckoned him to come to me. The bed had been made for his changeling days, and as he flopped into it, it creaked painfully but did not crack, and although his tail draped over the side he easily fit all the rest of him onto it. His large head lay down next to mine on the pillows. "I don't know where to go from here," he said. "I remember touching," I replied. I reached out and stroked his broad chest, feeling the scales sliding under my fingertips, feeling the caress of his skin. Dragons have hearts, despite the legends, and I could hear his beating. His breath, hot and musky, poured over me as he watched my hands relearn the feel of his body. People don't believe me when I say that Dragons, if they have any relation to other animals, are more like the centaurids than humanoids. But it must be so because Dragons have six limbs. They have standing legs, flying wings, and holding arms, although in full Dracoform these arms end in three-fingered hands that require close care to keep the nails short enough for them to handle anything. My dreams and fantasies roiled in my head and I wondered how many of them I could fulfill in one night. "If I touch you hear with my finger," I said, caressing the underside of his chin and neck, "and then do it again with my lips, do you feel anything different?" "Yes," he gasped. "Your lips are strange... warmer, softer. They're wet. I feel that." "I do too." As we lay side-by-side, I realized that describing him as eight feet tall is a misdirection. He is only two feet taller than I, but all of that body is from his collar to his groin. We were grossly disproportionate. Yet I was determined to love him, to really take him for my own, for this night. "Would you like me to try a spell on you?" I asked. "Please," he whispered, brushing at my hair with one of his well- trimmed three-fingered hands. "Roll onto your back, Ryu." He did as I said, and I crawled on top of his chest, sitting on him. I closed my eyes and concentrated, calling forth the spell I knew better than anyone else. I thought about the base, felt it settle in my body as I had envisioned it, mostly as if it were cradled within my hips. I felt my erection grow, and I mouthed quietly the invocation. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His own eyes had widened and his breathing had become loud. "Darynn..." I turned around and what I saw made me smile. His own cock had grown out of its hiding slit on his body and come to full length. Looking at it, I breathed a sigh of relief. Desa has spoken true; he was actually smaller than Thom, and by a good bit! I was to learn that Dragons are not so largely blessed as Humans who, pound- for-pound, have some of the largest sexes amongst mammals. The shape was different, as was the color. Against his white hide, his cock was a brilliant, visible black. The head was covered in wrinkles, but fortunately it was not barbed like a feline's. I slid down his body, grateful that the simplest of my spells, "Stroke," had brought my prize out from concealment. "Beautiful," I said, smiling up at him. I took it in my hand and began to stoke it slowly, manually this time. The skin on it was very loose and moved easily. "May I kiss it?" "Do... whatever... you want!" I looked up the long length of my Dragonfriend and smiled. "I think I will do just that." I lay on his body casually as I craned my neck forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. He tasted like... it's hard to describe. Perhaps the best idea I can think of is fresh paper. After it has been milled, paper has a scent to it that carries for a while. It was that kind of scent. But he tasted of flesh, and nothing more. Nothing less, either, I might add. I took more into my mouth, revelling in the control I exercised as I swallowed his cock whole. It pulsed in the back of my throat. I planted both hands against his sides and began to slide up and down, my eyes closed, my throat grasping for his cock. He was beautiful, Aimee', and just to feel his sex down inside my throat was fulfillment of a dream. But not the dream. The size of a Dragon's sex was a blessing to me but it means nature was cruel to Dragons, for they mate in flight, and must be joined only briefly. Unlike their young, Dragons climax quickly, violently, and, I will add, voluminously. Ryu's back arched so strongly I was almost launched into the air as his cock pulsed long, thick jets of fluid into my mouth. He roared so loud I was afraid the dome would crack. I held on for dear life to his legs as he bucked. I choked; unwisely, I had assumed that since I could take whatever Thom could feed me I could do the same for Ryu, but he had so much more than a human. "Darynn?" I recall him saying after his eruption had subsided. "Are you well?" I gasped, coughed, hacked, and finally managed to say "I will live, Ryuchia." "That was not my question." "I was surprised. I could not take all of your ejaculation. I need a towel. May I?" "If you need it, do not let me stop you from getting it. Go!" I nodded and rose, still feeling a little dizzy, and recovered a towel. I wiped myself off, and then returned to bed, still coughing into the towel at intervals. I wiped Ryu off as well. I lay down next to him. "I take it my spell worked?" "The spell was only the beginning!" Ryu replied, giving me a Dragon's smile. Already his beard was coming in, and I tugged on it softly at the base of his broad muzzle. "You were wonderful, Darynn." "All the benefits of good teachers. And the best of friends." "You sound... sad, Darynn." I rested my head against his chest, listening. "I... I miss Thomorr. I am not ashamed of that. He loved me, and as a master he left nothing to be desired. I'm afraid that here in Hakkana I am often viewed as the master myself, because of my skill and spell ability." "You need someone to... master you?" he asked, puzzled. I stroked his muzzle softly. Appreciate how big he was, Aimee, when I tell you that his muzzle was as long as my palm and fingers, and as wide, and as thick as two hands stuck together. "No," I said, shaking my head. "Not as I needed Thomorr, or as I wanted him." "Then... is there anything I can do for you, Darynn?" I thought about my needs, my desires, and my capacities. I debated telling him the truth. Thus far lying had availed me naught. "Ryu, I need to taken. Ravished. I need... " I paused for a second, then found the words I wanted. "Ryuchitoran... would you sodomize me?" He chuckled softly; the sound reminded me that, although we both thought of ourselves as youths, this dragon was of the same age as my father. "Yes, Darynn. When I have recovered." I closed my eyes and concentrated, feeling the spell base for Pleasure return to me. There were spells I knew for potency, recovery, and strength. I whispered them quietly as I cuddled next to Ryu, and then followed them with the spell that had elicited an erection from him before. I felt his sex against my calf as I lay next to him. "Are you recovered?" "You are so impatient, Darynn," he laughed. "I am recovered. How shall we do this?" I rose out of bed and walked into the next room, returning with the grease I used to make my self-penetrating rituals easier. "With this," I said, slathering some along the length of his cock. I stroked him with my hands, watching the white grease soak into the folds of his wrinkled skin and dissolve with the heat of his body. I lay down beside him, my back against his belly, and squirmed down until I felt his shaft against my buttocks. I reached behind me and grabbed it, aiming for my anus. It had been a long time since anyone had been within me, and I wasn't sure if entry of a living being would be as easy as I remembered, no matter how large my dildi. That's one thing I've learned... wooden phalli are not even fair practice for the real thing. I moved down further and pressed my buttocks back against his shaft. I felt the ring of my anus part, spread open, as his cock eased into me. I felt the head ease along the short anal canal and pop into me. More moved within me; the sensation of it sliding past my hole was blissfully wrenching. But I wanted more, Aimee'. I didn't want gentleness. The time for gentleness had passed. I needed him to be brutal to me. "Darynn..." he gasped as the head of his cock slid deep into my guts. "Oh, Darynn!" "Yes, Ryu," I sighed. "More..." "What... what more do you want?" he asked. I closed my eyes. I had time for one more spell. Just one more. I began casting it, holding off on the last word of the spell. I held that word in my heart, because I knew its power. "Ryu... Roll us over, onto our bellies. Lie atop me, and... take me." "Darynn... " "Be rough, Ryu. Be a Dragon. Take me. Claim me." I felt something like anger flare within him as he pushed over. As I fell face-first to the bed, he nearly came out, but only nearly. Then he pushed himself into me again. I felt his cock shove deeply into me, and I felt his hot hide against my buttocks and I knew he had all of himself within me. A felt a rhythmic beating begin in the air about us and knew he had extended his wings. I heard the bed creak as he withdrew his cock from my anus, and then pushed it back in. He roared a challenge to me: "Is this what you want, Darynn?" His chest pushed my head against the mattress. I could not answer, nor could I breath. Nor did I care. His body pounded against mine; the entire bed groaned under the beating weight of a Dragon in the grips of heated blood. His shaft made a mockery of my claims to endurance, and I found myself gasping and loving him as he did so. As he plundered me all the more, his wings took up more of his weight and I could again breath, my head swimming. I could take no more, and he was straining. I said the last word of the spell. It did not end! Aimee', his loving did not end then! He continued on for another full minute before finally roaring his climax, louder than before, stronger than before! I never dreamed of what I had unleashed in Ryuchia as he loved me that night, Aimee'! Unbelievable. He fell, literally fell, out of the air. I barely rolled free of his falling weight. He collapsed. His breath came in panting, puffing intervals. His eyes were shut tight. "Oh, Darynn, oh, Darynn," he repeated over and over. I grabbed the towel we had been using and wiped my buttocks. I was not suprised to find blood, but with a simple spell Thomorr had taught me I found that, as usual, I would survive and be well come the dawn. "Ryu?" "Darynn!" he gasped. "I've never... I cannot..." "Hush," I said, touching his chin again and kissing him on his beard. "You need to sleep." "I... Yes. You do too." "May I sleep with you?" I asked. "You may not have much of a choice," he breathed. "I am too tired to fly back to my bowl. May I use your bed tonight?" "With my complete acceptance, beloved Ryuchitoran." "'Beloved.' I like that. Thank you." "Sleep, Ryu. We will talk tomorrow." "Yes. Yes, we will, Darynn." He drifted off to sleep, and I joined him thereafter. Darynn looked up at the clock and swore softly. "Aimee', my telling has taken far longer than I had planned, and we will have to finish this story some other day." He looked at her closely. She had removed all of her clothing but the tunic she had first so casually tried to doff. She had removed her boots first, and now her pants and undergarments were gone as well. "Aimee'? You have not removed your tunic?" "I... " She looked up, confused. "I did not know when I should. It..." She began crying. "I did not know..." Tears began falling from her eyes. Darynn pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her fragile form. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry." "You have done nothing wrong, Aimee'. Do not apologize for lacking in harm." "But... you wanted me to be naked by now, didn't you?" "Aimee, if you had felt it wrong to take off even your boots, I would not have berated you. You have done exactly as I asked, and there is nothing to be ashamed about in that." "Sir," she moaned pitifully. "Teltirray wants to know when I will begin learning spells from you." "Next week," Darynn said calmly. "I had planned to do some beginnings here, but we will start next week." He held her close, feeling her warmth next to his. He felt protective of her, an understandable reaction considering his feelings towards the man really "owned" her, contract or not. "Now, tell me something. You exposed all of yourself but your torso. Would you like me to guess as to why?" She looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks. He caressed a small rivulet away. She nodded. "Teltirray, your master, has taken everything from you. You have no privacy in where you go, so your boots are no matter. He takes your sex at his leisure, so your pants are no matter. You learn what he wants you to learn, so your headcloth is of no matter. But he has not got your heart, and you want that kept to yourself. You wear your tunic as one would wear armor." She stared at his face, and then squeezed her eyes tight as her crying came, stronger than before. The tears told him he he had estimated her correctly. He felt no victory at that. She gathered the material of his robe in her fingers and gripped tightly. He wrapped his arms around her, but she pushed away suddenly, grabbing at her tunic and pulling it off with an expression that could only have been a snarl, then looked at him, smiling. He smiled back down at her, holding her as she placed her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. He knew what was happening. She had decided that he, at least, should be allowed to know her heart, if only for the moment. He thanked her silently for that. He drew a deep breath, regretting what must come next. "Aimee', I cannot keep you here." "I know, sir. I must return to Teltirray." "Are you afraid?" She looked up at him. "You know, then. You cannot protect me. So I am not afraid. I have nothing to fear. What will happen, will happen." Darynn was stunned by the maturity with which she approached a dismal future. "Aimee', you will return next week?" "With your permission, sir." "That you have." "Then I will return." She stood up slowly. "I guess I should dress now." "Yes," Darynn nodded. He watched her as she pulled her clothing on, first her tunic, then her pants, and her headcloth and boots finally. He found her truly beautiful in her youthfulness, and he feared that she wouldn't live long enough for him to teach her anything of use. That would be a tragedy, and he would not allow it to happen. "Goodnight, sir." "Goodnight, Aimee'." He waved as she closed the door behind herself. In his heart, resolution became real. Teltirray would not have her forever. He was shocked at his own feelings. Was he leaving the world of men behind, or was his own merely getting larger? He had never had these feelings for a woman before, especially not one so immature as Aimee'. Whatever their origin, they were his emotions and they were real. He would do with them what he could. He would teach Aimee'. He sat down at his desk and began making notes. -- "Aimee', Chapter 2" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:06 MST 1993 Article: 14543 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 3 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:29:19 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 563 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbmpv$mn8@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103034 alt.sex.stories:14543 AIMEE' Chapter III ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Darryn walked through the room again, his robes still flowing behind him. Everything seemed to be in order, just as it had a week ago. He was concerned with every detail of the room's appearance; he wanted to put his young student completely at ease. Not, he thought grimly, that could ever be fully acheived. In his head he reviewed the note Bethsany had sent him describing what she had learned this week of the situation amidst Teltirray's "girls." He new now that the original report of Teltirray's behavior was only a weak shadow of a truly abusive nature. And yet, the man could be so convincing in court, so calm in council. At induction services they would sit nearly opposite one another at the horseshoe-shaped council chamber. Perhaps what bothered Darryn most is that more often than not he agreed with the direction Teltirray took his discussions. He sighed. Teltirray was not by any imagination a friend. In person he was frequently cold to Darryn and his associates, although charming when he needed a vote or two. Darryn knew the chill arose from Teltirray's too- familiar "disgust" at the male-to-male love Darryn was fond of. Darryn stoked the fireplace one last time; late fall chill soaked through his home, chewing up the warmth of summers, lovers, and the presence of Aimee'. He waited for her to arrive, knowing that it would be soon. He was glad that she was not permitted to walk right in; the releif on his face would have been inappropriate for her to see, and he wanted to present himself to her as an elder, fully in control. "Enter freely," he said. Her face peeked out around the door. "Sir?" "Come in, Aimee'. We are going to learn tonight." "Sir? After you finish your story?" Darryn smiled. "Sort of. We are going to start during the story, Aimee'. Come sit, like before." She settled down onto the white rug, her slim hand caressing the material as she did so. "We are going to play the same game as before. You are to remove your clothing as you see fit. You do remember that?" She nodded. "Yes, sir, I remember." "Good. Now then, if you will pull back the red sheet of cloth by your side you will find an array of phalli and such. I have noticed that at times you get breathless while I speak and I appreciate that. I want you, Aimee', to enjoy yourself. To touch yourself." He reached beside himself and opened a book to a certain page, examining only the caption in the upper corner. "Now, when you feel your pleasure rising, I want you to examine this picture closely. I want you to try and see it as if it were before you, an object and not a page. Breathe through your pleasure and open yourself. I am not being clear on purpose, Aimee', but I wish you to do this. Can you?" She nodded. "Yes, sir. I will." "Good. Now, as I was saying last time..." I spent many more months with the Hakkana. Ryu and I become bedmates, althought that perhaps sounds more physical than it really was. We rarely made love, Aimee', although when we did I found the pleasure greater than any other offered to me in all the city. I think part of the reason for that was that I loved Ryu and not the others, although they were certainly friends and I did not discredit their worth when they lay in bed with me. My studies continued apace until I realized one day, while examining my journals, just how greatly my skill in spell had grown. I could Heal and cause to Sleep. I could bring suffering to the evil and health to the good. I had learned to control my desires and answer my pains. Although I was not the strength you see before you, Desa surprised me one day by calling on me and adressing me as "Mage Darryn." "Yes sir?" I will admit, I nearly fell off my chair to hear myself addressed as such. "Your learning has slowed." He raised a hand as I opened my mouth to object. "This is nothing of your own doing. We all know this to be true, Darryn, that every mage's learning slows at one point. While there is much to be gained here, you can learn at your current pace anywhere, and I would urge you to find your way back to your own people. I have a gift for you." I was still completely taken with his address, much less his short speech. He handed me a bone case, one used for scrolls. "It is addressed to me, from the College of Mages in Barraminum. I have decided that you should see it in its entirety." Maga Desa of the Megassi. It is with some disbelief that we read the scroll we have received from you. You claim to have had no influence in the creation of the spell base we found within, copied several times with accuracy. After examining the base we found it difficult, but not impossible, to work with; the complexity achieved is truly an act of art, perhaps even passion. That an apprentice of yours, indeed one not even in his thirtieth year, created this is no small feat. It is not that we doubt you, Desa; your honesty and worthiness are well known, even here in Barraminum. We wish to meet this apprentice. Although the purpose of base spell "Pleasure" is, in our council, of little use, the skill with which it is executed shows us that this young mage could well and truly be taught to join our college without sponsor or patron. We wish him for ourselves. In magi honor, Talen Silisto, President. Mage Council of the Known World. My first emotion, Aimee', believe it or not, was one of stark anger. I looked up at Desa and said "Of little use?" "Easy, Darryn," he said, laughing. "I just wanted to show you this. Remember that pleasure is not greatly thought of in the mages' realm, and even when it is, it is considered a dangerous toy. Although you and I both know that pain can be as addictive as pleasure, it is pleasure they are most afraid of." He shrugged. "I know why as little as you." "And these are the people you want to send me to?" "Darryn, they are your people. They know you better than you know yourself; you cannot live here all your life, young mage." I sighed, wondering what I was going to do with Ryu. Desa understood without my saying a word, but I didn't know it at the time. I started to learn when he said, "I know you have been aching to try your spells on Ryuichia. I encourage you to do so, Darryn, if Ryu is willing. I wish to watch; just me. I do not imagine you wishing an audience upon yourselves." I shook my head, still asorbing everything I had been told in the past ten minutes. I was being offered a free scholarship at the College of Mages, although they considered my work "of little use." I was also being asked to leave. And to do what I had sworn a year before I would do; save Ryu from his dwarf status amongst his peers. "I..." "Go home, Darryn, to your friend. Discuss it. Let me know in the morning. Take the letter with you." With that, the animated man of silver wandered down into the darkness of his lair. I flew back to Ryu's house at all speed. I do not fly often now, nor did I then; but this simply could not wait for the rate at which my feet carry me. I flew in from the top and found him sleeping in his bowl, curled up in a ball and snoring peacefully. I landed on the stone silently and approached him. "Ryu," I breathed. [Darryn?] he asked silently, not coming very far from his slumber to speak to me. "I... I think I'm going to be going soon." He came to wakefullness fast then. [What do you mean?] "I've been offered a full scholarship at Barraminum. And Desa has told me that he's done all he can to accellerate my learning. I am to my own devices now. He wants to send me to Barraminum to learn the magics of humans. Like Thomorr, he has reached his limits." He switched to speech then. "Do you want to go?" I nodded. "I... I do. But, before I go, I want to do one last thing with you, Ryu. I want to cast the Bodily Keys upon you and see if I can help you grow to the full cast that is your Dragon birthright." He stared at me, stunned. "You can do that?" I resolved to sound like a mage, Aimee'. I'm afraid I didn't succeed. "I can try." He thought for a full minute. "Try, Ryu. What must I do?" "It is more, what I must do to cast this spell on another, Ryu. You know from where I draw my strength. We will need that. To have any success we must be loving when I cast the spell." He tossed his head and chuckled. "Oh, Darryn, you will do anything to get one more moment out of me!" I threw my arms around his neck and said, "Yes, Ryu. Because I will miss you. I can live without you, but I will not be happy doing so." His wing slid easily around me, enclosing me against his body. "I have learned from you, Darryn, how to find peace. Let us do this, and whether we succeed or fail, we will never forget one another." "Let us hope," I said. I built a great frame, knitting a net with my hands strong enough to hold a Dragon. This alone took two weeks. Sliding it into the center of Ryu's home, I began enscribing the runes necessary to support the spell. They took another day, and when they were done I slept for many hours more. Then I asked Desa and Ryu to attend me at moonrise. They agreed. Ryu arrived early. "That is for me?" "It is. You must lie on your back within it. I hope you find it comfortable." "I will see," he smiled, easing himself into it. Slowly he turned over, struggling. "I feel like a fish in a man's net." "I hope not. I've not intention of putting a hook in your mouth or clubbing you over the head." "Or slitting my throat, I hope," he added. "No, none of that." "Are we waiting?" "Yes," I said. "Desa has asked to witness this. Does that trouble you?" "No," he replied calmly. "Desa is our master in all things, Darryn, and there is no reason we should not invite him to watch this." Desa arrived shortly thereafter. But not through the front door, oh no. Instead, a wind stirred and then a small gale erupted in Ryu's home as a great Dragon, an ancient beast of full beard and golden eyes dropped through the hole in the roof and landed, with little room to spare, on the ground. [Desa Megassi, at your service,] it said calmly. "Master Desa," I said, bowing. Ryu was attempting to climb out of the sling when Desa said [Stay, Ryu. You were preparing. Continue.] I picked up my newly-earned staff of silver and began chanting slowly. The power that I wielded now would have frightened the Darryn of three years previous; now it was familiar, if still awesome in its capacity. I raised the staff over my head as the chanting took on a life of it's own, pouring from my lips without my even thinking it. I walked forward, concentrating only lightly, letting the spell progress in its natural course. Ryuchia was already erect, his head lolled back against the knitted net and his eyes staring at me, waiting. Pleasure was still a spell that I could use to prepare my partner rightly for the acts ahead. I climbed up onto the net, staring into his face. Our eyes peered into one another's, locked. Our breathing began to come at the same speed and the same time, our chests rising and falling together. I knelt over his great shaft and with one hand picked it up, aiming it. My greased anus waited for his welcome cock, and as I eased down I felt it again slide into me. I almost lost myself then in the intense pleasure of our joining, but without falter I kept singing my spell. I leaned forward slightly as he reached up with his inner claws and seized the staff. We held it together as his wings folded over us. I began my motions, pulling myself almost off of his cock, and then back down onto it. We rocked slowly as I chanted. The walls of his home began to glow. They began to get closer, and suddenly they swirled with colors. I watched as Ryu's keys glowed before my eyes. I began to sing my companion spells, never once losing track of the great mass of his penis imbedded behind my belly. As we fucked, I began to explore the changes I could make, the locales I could find. The spell went on for what seemed forever. I had never had so much within me for so long. I would not let him climax and I could not find what I was seeking. I flew over the beauty of his keys, watching them flash before my eyes before one of the companions rang out with recognition. It had found his keys of growth. And as I manipulated them, dreamed what they would do if I changed them, I realized that in a few years Ryu would start his growth. The changing of the body and the growth were not related, and it was only coincidence that they happened to most Dragons at the same time. It was only a matter of time. [Ryu,] I dreamed to him, [There is something I have to tell you.] I told him what I saw, and what I had learned. [I could start it now.] There was a long, quiet pause. Ryu was thinking, and when he finally spoke my heart lifted. [If I started now, I would quickly grow so large we could not do this.] He was silent again, and I started to fear. But finally, he dreamed, [I want to enjoy my winter with you, Darryn, since you cannot leave until the coming Spring. Change nothing, human I love. Finish the spell.] I could have stopped the spell simply by ceasing chanting. But I did not. I simply shifted my magics, delving deep into pleasure. I casted the greatest of the Pleasures I knew. Ryu and I shared. Everything he felt, I felt. I became aware of how small I felt and yet how much he loved me. I felt both our hearts beating, becoming one. I became aware of his surprise when he felt how large he was to me, how beautiful. We made love, Aimee', as only two males can with this sharing. It was the most beautiful moment of our lives. And as his climax grew, so did mine. The staff held over our heads still, my hands and his claws, we grew closer together as our loving reached it's pinnace. We were both screaming as we came, shouting out our hearts with pleasure as he came within me and I came all over his broad, white belly. My eyes screwed shut in pleasure as it seemed to go on and on. And then it ended. I collapsed, losing my grip on the staff and falling against his chest. He held my staff above us still, then slowly eased it down into the netting. His shaft shrank within me and then, easily, it slid out my hole, a small rivulet of fluid following down my leg as we lay together, awaiting the return of our strenghts. "Oh, Ryu," I sighed. "Darryn," he breathed. "I love you." I nodded, pulling myself up and kissing him under the chin. Our tender moment was broken, partially, by our teacher. [Tell me what you have done.] "Nothing," I replied, and again repeated what I had learned about Dragons and how they grow. He listened closely, attentively, his monstrous head turned in an attitude of careful thought. When I was done with my report, he looked at Ryuchia. I know not what exchanged between them, but when it was over Desa looked to the ceiling. [Darryn, Ryuchia, you have made an old Dragon pleased. It is good. I shall see you both in the morning.] With that, he took to the sky, leaving me and my beloved Ryu to our soft cradle and familiar caress. The winter passed with little excitement; days of study and nights of sleeping. Ryu and I slept together in happy contentment, and by day I studied. Now my studies were calm, orderly, less hectic and demanding. I knew what I needed to do commit my magic. I was destined, I felt, to be an Archmage, but I knew that I would only get there at my own pace and any forcing of it would be pointless. I enjoyed my time with friends more and more, knowing that it would all end soon and I would begin the journey that would lead here, to the city of Barraminum, a city of great power and evil. As well you know, Aimee'. Darryn leaned back against the pillows he had arranged and stoked the fire to greater warmth. Aimee' sat across from him. "You haven't removed anything," he observed. "Every time I did at our last meeting, you would pause. I did not want to interrupt you." Aimee' smiled and began unlacing her boots, tossing them aside. Then her pants and her headcloth. "I am as I was last time." Her smile faltered slightly and then she said, "Sir, would you remove my tunic?" Confused, Darryn said, "You wish me to...?" "I am ready to take it off. I want you to do it." She paused for a moment, then said, "Only to you will I say 'please.'" Darryn sat up straight and reached for her. "Come here then, if you wish it." She crawled and sat before him. He closed his fingers on the cloth of her tunic and pulled the tunic off, placing it down where she could reach it easily. "If you need it, it is there." "I will not need it," she replied. "I know of your love for the love of men only, Master Darryn." Darryn picked up the shirt again and handed it to her. She took it, confusion and concern in her eyes. Darryn knew she was wondering if she had done something wrong. "Hold that, Aimee', while I tell you something. My reputation as a lover of men and boys may be well and established, but I am preparing to make an exception. For you. I do not take as students people I cannot love. I am prepared to take you as a student, Aimee', and I have searched my heart and I can say that I am prepared to love you." She started, pulling the shirt across her chest as she did so. Then, with an angry growl she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it away. Her emotions shifted again, this time into a smile. "You are kind and concerned, Master Darryn, and I would be honored." Darryn was still concerned that she was simply responding to him as another adult in authority, a view of him he would like to discourage in her. He smiled softly, sighing as he did so. "What did you think of my tale?" "It was beautiful, Master Darryn." "No 'Master' is necessary, Aimee'." "You truly loved him, Darryn. It was in your eyes, in the way you held you head and your body as you spoke. Your voice. Oh, you must have missed him so when you left!" "Very much," Darryn agreed. "I wonder, did you feel excitment? Did my describing the love of men affect you in any strong way?" "Yes, sir! It made me feel warm and a little wet." "Would you like to show me more, Aimee'? I would like to see you pleasure yourself before me freely." "Sir, I... I don't know. Master Teltirray has never asked for anything like that." "I just want to watch you, Aimee'. Nothing more than that. Please, indulge this old man, would you?" She nodded. "Yes, sir!" "And remember, when you pleasure begins rising, the image on the page." "I did not forget," she said. She leaned back against the small mound of pillows she had arranged for herself, spreading her legs apart slightly. Darryn examined her closely now, naked. Her skin, pale and soft, reflected the light of the fireplace in soft redding glows. Her hair fell down, framing her face and lying over the pillows like a net. Darryn's breath caught gently as he stared at her. He had almost never seen a woman this close, and certainly not with all of her clothing missing, and for all the ruggedness he usually enjoyed, he wondered at how he could miss the simply beauty that was her flawless skin. Her breasts pushed upwards, and he found himself able to disregard them; they neither held nor rejected his interest. But what captivated his attention the most was her sex. He had never seen one for real before; he wondered at his own ignorance that had allowed him to nearly reach his century year without ever seeing the genitals possessed by half his own race. He knew that fear was an inappropriate response, and anything that could arise from fear was as well. That included disgust, a common emotion amongst his own kind. Once that was settled, he had nothing to do but watch. Her hands caressed the full, rounded lips of flesh that made up the outside of her sex, scratching with her fingernails gently and pulling them apart. Her breathing grew stronger as she touched herself, encouraging her passion to greater heights. He watched as she caressed herself, sliding one finger slowly within her hole and then coating the rest of her sex with the liquid. One tiny pearl near the top of her sex grew slowly and after a while she paid it particular attention. "Darryn, sir, the page... show it to me!" Darryn quickly scooped up the book and held it before her eyes. "I can see it," she said as her eyes locked with it. Her breathing deepened. "I can see it. It's right..." Her left hand began tracing a visible pattern in the air as she sighed,"... there." Darryn felt the magic of the spell she stared at penetrating her. She was summoning the spell sexually, the way it was supposed to be read. He felt her body next to his own. She was learning, sucking the knowledge off the page. Sex magic was something that could only be learned by those willing to do so, and despite the claims of nearly everyone, very few were open and willing enough. Aimee' was. In her nigh-ecstacy, she was literally pulling the first lessons into her lungs with every breath. She twisted and rubbed at her clitoris until the spell itself began to subside. And then her body jolted, sending the power of the spell away from herself, into the air. She gasped, returning to herself, returning to the pillows. She picked her head up with a jerk and suddenly her hands were clutching for his sleeve, pulling him towards her with her eyes cast wide. "What... what was that?" "Magic," he said with slow and deliberate calm. "That's the spell of awareness. It's the start of learning." "It felt so... different. Like nothing else." "Magic is like that," he said. "Like nothing else." He patted her thigh softly. "You were beautiful to watch, Aimee'." "Thank you, sir. Oh thank you!" She lunged forward, her arms about his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you." A little taken aback, it took him a moment to find words. "You're blessedly welcome." He held her close, feeling her lithe, warm body through the cloth of his robes. He felt blood surging into his own sex, and although he wasn't quite hard he knew his cock would feel heavy. "Aimee', I need to fetch something. Would you allow me?" "What?" she asked. "Oh... yes. I'm sorry, sir." "No apology. Just wait here for a moment." He stood slowly and walked over to his desk, returning a moment later. He handed her a folded envelope sealed with blue wax. "This is for your master. It is an understanding that you be able to reach me at any time you feel the need to discuss your magical training with me. And this," he said, handing her a thin brown book, "is for you. It is the first ten spells you will learn. And you will learn them all by next week. Is that understood?" "This is a spell book?" Her eyes went wide with wonder. "A spell guiding book. It does not have spells, merely instructions on how to make them. Do you understand the difference?" "Yes, sir. I do." "Good. Because that's what you need to know. One more thing." He handed her a second, smaller book. "This is empty. Fill it. Pages for your spells, others for your thoughts. You are learning to be a mage, Aimee'; you must keep track of where you are going and where you have been. Here is a pen, and here is ink. Here is a bag for everything." She collected everything together in the bag, not sure what to say. "Stand, Aimee', for an old man, please." She stood slowly. "You are not old sir. I can see the signs; your body is youthful and strong and I know your attentions you seek. Do you want to...?" He understood her meaning and shook his head. "Not until I am ready, beloved apprentice. I have much learning to do as well." "Yes sir. Oh, thank you, Darryn, thank you so very much!" She literally bounced on her heels and Darryn understood her beauty. She was truly woman and child, powerless and on the verge of magehood all in one person. The more he stared at her the stronger he swore that she would reach that magehood someday. And Teltirray would be gone. "Aimee', I must ask that you dress. It is time for you to return home." "Yes, sir," she sighed. "Thank you." "I am merely doing what I have been asked," he replied, winking. "That I enjoy it is another matter." He watched as he dressed, drinking in the sight of her buttocks and her legs, watching her shoulders as she pulled her clothing on. She turned to him when she had finished dressing, her bag over her shoulder. "Aimee', come here, please." She nearly hopped over to him. He pulled her close and hugged her. "You have done something nobody has done for me in many a year, Aimee'; you have taught me new things about myself. I want you to continue." "As do I, sir. As do I." She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him back. "Thank you so much." "You've said that so many times, Aimee'! I thank you for what you give me as well. Now, go, before Teltirray begins to suspect what might actually be the truth." She nodded. "Goodbye, sir." She leaned over and kissed the back of his hand swiftly, then disappeared through the door and was gone. Darryn watched her departure sadly. He hoped, probably unreasonably, that he was doing the right thing. For the both of them, and for all they came in touch with. "Good luck, beloved Aimee'," he whispered. "We both need it." -- "Aimee', Chapter 3" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:11 MST 1993 Article: 14544 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 4 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:30:26 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 420 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbms2$mpp@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103035 alt.sex.stories:14544 AIMEE' Chapter IV ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ "Come here, child, sit down, sit down." Bethsany patted the couch, trying to be welcoming to the nervous young girl who stood at the doorway. "Young" was perhaps a bit of an inaccuracy to Bethsany's eyes, since she had some girls working for her who were younger. She walked forward, her eys scanning the room intensely. Bethsany saw the careful, analytical training that Darryn would naturally have imbued Aimee' with, but she also saw the youthful nervousness that came naturally to girls such as Aimee'. Bethsany tried her best to hire girls who were already enjoying sex when they came to her; women who did their work out of desperation were simply not good workers. Aimee' reached out with her hand, touching the rough texture of the couch, her eyes exploring. Bethsany watched her for a moment. "It's a brothel, dear. My customers expect a certain degree of garishness." She smiled. "Sit down, sit down." Aimee' finally took her seat and Bethsany took a longer, more careful look at her. She was what she expected from Teltirray's tastes; tall, slim, relatively small breasts. Dark hair and bright, blue eyes were something of a must with him. Bethsany was somewhat releived to see that even after three months the usual signs of abuse that Teltirray heaped upon his "charges" weren't as graphic on Aimee' as usual; either she was showing remarkable resilience to his advances or he really was holding back, probably hoping that between Darryn's magic and her training they would turn Aimee' into the perfect sex toy for Teltirray's vapid tastes. "Now, then," Bethsany began after Aimee' had settled down into her seat. "My object is to train you to be as good as any of the girls I have here. That's not easy, you know." She laughed. "My girls are the very best in the city. But we will do our best. Now, I understand that it's been Darryn's way to tell you stories about himself, how he got his understanding and so on. I plan on doing the same. So listen closely, dearie, because I don't like repeating myself." I was born the daughter of a nomad whore. I don't mind saying that because it's completely true. My mother was a good whore, too, and a woman devoted to her husband and her daughter. We travelled around the southern continent on a tented wagon. There were four wagons in our train and a total of seventeen people. We didn't even have a name for ourselves, really; we were just "the people." There were nine cities we visited on our course, the same course, year after year. My father was a merchant trader and was very good at picking out what one city had that the next one down the line would need, even after a year's absence. My mother, with her deep red skin, slanted eyes and straight, black hair, was exotic in many of the cities and men would flock to her like flies on butter. Much the same they did with me many years ago. We were a friendly bunch most of the time but we tended to take it very carefully on the road. A good plan considering how many brigands ther were out there interested in lightening our loads. The greatest travel we ever took was from Ticonary to Emti, a rough road through a mountain pass that usually took twenty days or thereabouts. We weren't to know it, but the Maple Campaign to the north of us had driven a barbarian horde of Centaurs into the mountain range for refuge. These were no gentle Centaurs of the upper valleys. No, these were the Gespil Centaurs, those small, powerful, magicless Centaur warriors who still plague those lands. They fell upon us in our sleep. Crossbows aimed with silent accuracy fell our menfolk before they could even shout a word. It was the most silent brigandry I had ever heard of. More than half our men were dead before and alarm was raised. My mother fought them off, seizing father's sword and slashing at them. It was to no avail; there were too many of them, too many warriors, and as she hacked at two who leapt and taunted her, one stepped up behind her and ran her through with his pike. I shall never forget the look on her face as she died, her ribs pushed out by the spike erupting from her chest. She was sad, sad for me. She wanted to see me, twisted on the spike horribly to look at me, as she fell. When her body slumped to the ground the one who had killed her pulled the pike free, then turned and gave me a smile. I hated him and his evil grin, I wanted to wipe it off his face and make him pay for my mother's death and I would wallow in his pain when I did. "Take her!" he shouted, pointing at me. "Alive!" They did that. Although I fought them, there was really no point to struggling with two male centaurs. "Find a bench in one of these wagons. I'm going to have me some fun." I begged and pleaded. Not that it did me much good. When they found out I was a virgin, there was a roar of approval, as if it was all one big joke. Two found a wooden bench, torn from the seat of one of the wagons, and laid my mother's bedding over it. It took four Centaurs to hold me, one for each arm and each leg, as they tore my clothes from me and laid me down on their platform. Gespil Centaurs are not much larger than humans, Aimee'; they are usually a little under six feet tall, made more of ponies than full-size horses. Their penises-- I'm a professional, dear, I have to use the technical term-- are not much larger than a man's. This one, their leader apparently, had a large penis even for his species. "Hold her down, dammit!" he shouted. "I can't fuck her if she's flailing her feet about all over the place!" The two holding my legs managed to get my knees pressed to my chest, holding my feet far apart I felt they would split me in two. The leader reared up on his hind legs, straddling my body. He grinned down at me, his teeth showing in a snarl that befitted some demon more than he. "You will like this," he said. "May Agas and all his demons pass you about for their buggery!" I shouted at him. Sorry, I don't mean to offend you, Aimee'. I'm just trying to relate the story as it happened. "I'm sure it will," he responded. "But not today." He lowered his enormous prick. I felt it touch my thighs and screamed. He merely smiled. They must have some muscles to control it because with no hands he found my opening and battered at it, the head of his cock demanding entrance. He pointed at one of his followers. "Grease us." The other one smiled. I felt a hand on my pudenda, touching me. I squirmed harder, but they held me fast, and as the hand pressed over my mound it left a streak of some thick, greasy substance. Then the leader was back, his cock still hard as ever. I felt the slick grease helping him, guiding him into me. I felt my opening giving way. The pain, Aimee', oh, the pain. I shall never forget how awful that tearing agony was. It blocked out thought as this Centaur blocked the sun from my eyes. I screamed and flailed about. In my struggle I tore my muscles. Tears streamed my eyes. The huge stallion prick in my cunt bucked and shoved and jammed as it stretched and tortured me. He raped me wholly without remorse or shame. I could do nothing. His prick within me was a weapon, one I would someday remove from him in the most painful manner I could possibly imagine. He repeatedly jabbed it into me, the snarl on his face-- so many feet away from my clawing hands!-- showing me his contempt for me. I tried to return it, but my tears and pain were too much. And my body responded, Aimee'! I understand now what happened, but at that time I felt the greatest betrayal as my cunt throbbed from his abusive prick. I felt a pleasure in my being even as I cried, a pleasure that exploded in climax even as he, himself, dropped his scum within my helpless body. "See?" he smiled as he slid off of me. "She likes it. Take her. I need a new maidservant. We'll train her good." The others laughed and nodded. I learned my Master's name was "Styur." I was thrown over the back of a horse, one of our horses that they had captured alive in the raid. My crying was ignored, as was the blood of my deflowering streaming down my legs. We rode on horseback for many miles. We arrived at their camp, a collection of caves and huts housing maybe fifty Centaurs total. I was there removed from the pack animal that carried me and led to his house. "Uma!" Styur shouted. "I have a gift for you. She's difficult, but you can break her." The door opened and a Centaur woman looked out. Her face was ugly, the result of a burn I was to learn some time later. Nor was her smile kind. "She's pretty," she said. "Yes, I'll do wonderful things with this one. A worthy gift, Styur." She turned to a box and pulled out a collar, such as one would fit a dog, and wrapped it around my neck. It had once been white, but there were the brown stains of dried blood covering much of it. "You see," she said to me, her foul breath washing over me, "The last toy we had misbehaved. We've not cleaned her things off since then. That will be your task." The lock on the collar was small and brass, but I could never break it. Styur smiled as he regarded me. "You will need to wash, Mosh." I was to find out that "mosh" is a word in their language meaning "toy." It was my new name. I was consequently washed and then taken back to Uma and Styur's hut. I was shown my sleeping cloths on the floor, then given a basket and told to collect the cloths scattered throughout the house and wash them. I did as I was told. I had no choice. There was nowhere to run, nobody to feed me. I was alone, the only slave alive in the Centaur camp, the plaything of their warrior-leader. I was assured that they had others at time, but the war and their movements had caused them to lose most of their slaves. I asked if those slaves had died on the trip. "No," Styur replied, smiling. "They were eaten." The days and nights passed as winter came closer and closer. I was taught to make the fire, to raise the heat, to cook for them. And every third night or so Styur would tie me down to his bench and have his way with me. He was creative in his foul way, tying me face down and then placing bricks under one side of the bench to lift my buttocks into the air, making his entry easier. I hated him. And every time he raped me, I climaxed. I drew my pleasure from hating him, from the knowledge that I could have this pleasure, that it was mine, it belonged to me, I made it despite him. He could never take it away from me without taking away his prick, his own pleasure at his human girl. I would fight the biting ropes and scream and hate him. He would sometimes gag me. My fingers would strain, my wrists pulling against the cords, trying for some way to get free, as his prick fucked my cunt, rubbed my clit and made me come. I would scream with anger and with pleasure. He would get off of me and touch my face. "See?" he would say. "You're starting to like me more and more." I would curse him. Once, I spat at him, and he slapped my face so hard a bruise welted up there that lasted for a week. In my dreams I wished for a lover who would not abuse me. Who would give me what I wanted in fair trade for what he wanted, who would stop when I wanted him to and who would ask me to stop when he didn't want to. I doubted such men like that existed at all. I still do, excepting Darryn, of course, who is too much a man's man to do me and my girls much good as a lover. But still, there is much to learn from a man like him. I dreamed of the day I would be close enough to another human to have the freedom to kill Stuyr. I was surprised when that day came sooner than expected. In my third month of capture the horror these people inflicted upon my family was returned a hundredfold. During the first night of truly deep snows, the alarm arose in the camp, waking me from a sleep. I slept with their dog for warmth and companionship; of all the creatures, she alone loved me for simple things. I was kind to her. Styur found that fitting, that his pets should sleep together. At first, I was disgusted by his train of thoughts; I was not his pet or his toy. But my need for warmth, friendship, and my desire to not reject this only friend won out, and I stayed next to her in the night. I've strayed from the tale. The alarm, yes. Whistles awoke us all and Stuyr ran from his stone home, seizing his sword as he galloped out the door. Shouts and screams erupted. Some of the shouts I did not recognize, although they were all distinctly womanly in sound. I waited in the dark, hugging Huna-- that was the dog's name-- closely. The sounds of battle rang out, the clanging of metal, the shouts and grunts of fighters. The door fell in, and Stuyr collapsed onto the floor, four great arrows buried into his manchest, more on the rest of him. He reached out for me, gasping. "Help me," I heard him say. Help him? I stood up, walked to him, pulled his short dagger from it's sheath. "I'll help you, all right. Right into Hell." I held it up and was about to plunge it into his heart when I stopped and reconsidered. I remembered my pledge. I walked around to the back of his body. "No," I remember hearing him say. "Don't." I shoved the knife into his leg, slicing at the muscles that allowed him to kick. He screamed, a painful thing that made me smile. My hatred for him was absolute, complete. I cared not the slightest for him. The leg, now useless, I kicked up and out of my way,exposing his privates. I grabbed his penis and balls in my hands and pulled them away from his body, wrenching them painfully. He screamed trying to get away from me as I cut them loose from his body with the dagger. Blood poured upon the ground and his body twitched and writhed. I dropped the contents of both my hands on the ground, then fell to the ground myself, sitting in the doorway, waiting while the snow fell on me in gentle, fat flakes. After a while a shape, a human shape, stood over me, looking down at me. "Have you done that?" she asked, pointing at the still-oozing carcass of Styur. I didn't answer. I couldn't. I can't explain what was wrong with me, but it was simply that I didn't want to do anything, not even answer a simple 'yes' or 'no'. She knelt down. Her face, partially covered by the open-faced helm she wore, was hardened and covered with a stain of blood from her nose, but it had a smile that, for the first time in months, was genuine and lovely. "I guess you did. Come here." As she spoke her breath streamed away in visible clouds into the night. She touched my arm and suddenly I was freed of my paralysis. I held onto her like she was my last touch of life, my last hope of living. I gripped her with my remaining strength. She began to carry me away and Huna began to follow us. "Shoo, dog," the woman said. "Huna!" I said, pointing. "What?" "Huna!" "Is Huna your friend?" the woman asked me. "Yes. Bring Huna?" She nodded. "Okay, we'll bring her." With her free hand she slapped her thigh. "Come on, Huna. You're a... girl. Good." She laughed. "Come on, girl. We're going to take you home." She carried me to the edge of the camp where the rest of the troops had collected. And there she introduced me to my new life. Bethsany sat back on her couch. Aimee' had curled up into the corner of the couch, watching her carefully. Although not a mage herself, she recognized the signs of idling power within the girl's delicate frame and wondered if the story had aroused Aimee' defenses. She hoped not. "So," she said, taking a deep breath. "Come, I want you to meet someone." She rose and held out her hand. Aimee' took it unsurely, and Bethsany whisked her out of the room and down the stairs. "Meli! Meli, where are you, girl?" The stairs ended in the girl's lesiure room, a space Bethsany had set aside for the women to collect themselves and relax. "Over here, Miss Beth." "Oh, there you are." She dropped off the steps and herded Aimee' in the direction of the tall, black-skinned girl with the wide smile and the sweet-smelling skin. "Meli, I want you to meet Aimee'. Aimee', this is one of my favorite girls, Meli. She is going to take you aside and teach you a few tricks that will certainly please your Master." With that, she took Meli aside and whispered her instructions into the girl's ear while casting sidelong glances at Aimee'. Meli finally nodded and walked back to Aimee's side. They looked at each as if measuring, then Meli reached out a hand. Aimee' took at and both let out a small sigh of tension. "Hi," Aimee' said. "Hi," Meli replied. "Come on. Let me take you in back and I will show you what you need." Aimee' nodded and allowed Meli to lead her down another flight of stairs into what felt like a basement. The room was warm, though, and comfortable. The bright golden yellows and reds that predominated most of the upstairs gave way to softer pinks accentuating rich blues, comforting, feminine colors. "This is where we relax in the daytime," Meli said. "It's a safe corner for all of us." The first room was little more than a hallway, leading off to other rooms with dubious contents. "This way." Meli led her down the hall and into another, small room. This one had a bathtub of sorts inlaid in the center of the floor. The tub, of white, smooth stone, was big enough to hold several women at once. It had a spout in the shape of a serpent hovering over it. The mouth of the serpent caught Aimee's eye. "Darryn, your teacher, made that for us. It is a well-crafted urnen, a device for heating water to our whim." Inside the tub was a strangely-shaped chair, as if for sitting rather than for washing. A rope hung down from the ceiling, crossing through a pulley there to another by wall, then down into the floor. "This knob controls how strong the water is, this one how hot, and this lever..." She grinned. "This one controls where the water goes." "Goes?" "Get in. Sit down and give it a try," Meli grinned. Aimee' gave her a curious look, then shrugged and slipped out of her clothes, slipping into the water. "Sit in the chair, that's it." The tawny, black-skinned girl undressed as well, sliding into the tub behind the chair. "Now, the first part's always the toughest to get ready for. Start the water flowing." Aimee' looked over and found the one for pressure, giving it a quick turn. "Lightly, girl! You'll never get used to it like that!" Meli admonsihed. "Turn it low, right, like that. "Now, reach over for the rope and pull on it." Aimee' did as told. The chair began to rise and tilt in the pool. Her legs were slowly being raised out of the water, most of her body with it, until her mound and her head were just above the water. The stream from the serpent's mouth was striking the water between her legs, a foot from her mound. "Test it," Meli said. "See if it's too hot." Aimee' reached a hand out into the water. "It's fine." "Then take the lever and push it away from you. It's a bit strange, but you'll get used to it." Aimee' did as told and the water began moving closer to her mound. "Just go on, Aimee', you'll like it." Meli moved her hands slowly around the other's girl's body, her hands caressing Aimee's sides, touching her skin. Aimee's chest rose, gasping, as Meli's hands reached around and touched her nipples at the same time the water ran up between her lips and touched her clitoris. She squirmed and moved the lever, pushing the water off. "Take it easy," Meli said. "Some girls like it very hard, others like it very hot. But we must all start out carefully." Aimee nodded and her fingers gripped the lever a little more tightly. The mouth of the serpent, made of many carefully made plates of silver, moved slightly, directing the flow of water closer and closer to Aimee's cunny. "That's it," Meli whispered in her ear, "That's it." Aimee felt her breasts flush and grow warm as Meli's fingers caressed them, pressing against her giving flesh. Aimee's breath grew hoarse and ragged as the water played over her clitoris more and more forcefully. Her fingers barely touched the lever, her hips grinding against the smooth material of the seat. Meli wrapped her arms around Aimee's waist and held onto her, holding her down, waiting for the explosions to stop. Much to Meli's surprise, they did not stop. If anything, Aimee's moans grew louder, her buttocks pounding against the marble. The moans built into a scream, and then Meli noticed that the room had become darker; the candles had gone out, and a wind was building. Even in as small a space as the bathtub the water become choppy, the air whistled and spun as Aimee's screamed. "No!" Meli scrabbled for the knob in the dark, finding it with her fingertips, and turned off the water. The wind subsided. Aimee's breathing, punctuated occassionaly by moans, filled the room. Finally even that grew quiet. Meli, still more than a little frightened, whispered, "Aimee'?" "Meli?" the reply came. "Are you okay?" "Frightened, but unharmed," Meli replied. The door to the room flew open. "What in the name of Agas is going on down here?" Bethsany peeked into the room, looking around at the destruction. "What happened." "She... she started to come, madame, and then the whole room just started to come apart." "Aimee'?" "It was so... powerful. Meli was touching me and the water was so strong... I couldn't help it!" Bethsany rolled her eyes. "I'm going to send you a message for Darryn, Aimee', that he's to teach you to keep your magic down when you're just having fun!" "Yes, Ma'am." "Now, Meli, I told you to show her a nice time, but you were also to teach her how to do her hair. Now, get with it, get with it." "Yes, madame," Meli replied, climbing out of the tub and handing Aimee' a towel. "Come, Aimee', I will teach you how to be beautiful." -- "Aimee', Chapter 4" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:18 MST 1993 Article: 14545 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.mtholyoke.edu!eddie.mit.edu!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Intermission Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:31:17 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 144 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbmtl$mt1@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103038 alt.sex.stories:14545 Some of you at UUCP sites will probably receive these stories out of order. In that event, this intermission goes between chapters 4 and 5. AIMEE' Intermission ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darryn smiled as he pulled the robes tightly about himself. Although inside the council chamber the fires had kept the meeting comfortably warm, outside the chill of winter easily permeated the halls of the Administration Building on the College. As he walked away he had the distinct taste of victory in his mouth. He thought back... it had only been minutes earlier... "Master Darryn," Teltirray had said, approaching him. "Master Teltirray," he had replied gracefully. "I wish to thank you. You teaching of Aimee' has been wonderful. Her learning is spectacular, her skill growing appreciably in the six months you have known her. I admit, I had misgivings. After all, your... preference... did not encourage me to send her to you." He positively sneered the word 'preference,' a sure sign to him that Teltirray was still dealing with him fairly, if uncomfortably. There was no double meaning here. "I thought you had nothing to teach. I see that your knowledge of, well, men, applies to her skills very clearly." The grin he gave Darryn made the blood run cold. He wondered how much of that 'skill' was applied strictly to the healing arts in a sense of self-preservation. "I thank you, especially since you have taken upon yourself an increase in the time you spend on her training, beyond our agreement, without asking for an increase in the cost." "Master Teltirray, Aimee' presents a challenge. I hope you do not take this wrongly, but I feel I am learning from her as I have never worked with a woman before and feel most uncomfortable doing so." Teltirray smiled, taking Darryn's words exactly as he had expected. "I understand. Still, I appreciate beyond words what you have done to her." "I am grateful." "I apologize for interrupting you. I see you are in a hurry." "No, merely anxious to return home. I have much to do tonight." "Then I shall not keep you any longer. Good day." "Good day." Teltirray had departed. Darryn walked down the hall, enjoying his success, celebrating with quiet happiness the nutured hope that Aimee' might survive Teltirray's abuses unharmed and that she might someday register at the College as a student... under his aegis. So complete was his self absorbtion that he didn't notice the woman at the end of the hall until her hand reached out and dragged him aside. "What?" The woman stepped back out of reach as his hand came up in a defensive posture. "Whoa, Darryn! It's me!" "Bethsany?" "Right, right! You could scare a body half to death if it didn't freeze in here first. Don't you mages believe in heat?" "Unlike your usual clientele, mages are not likely to walk around unclothed. What are you doing here?" "Came looking for you. I need to talk to you." "About Aimee'?" She nodded. "You're hoping she kills him, aren't you?" "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said as he put up privacy spells as fast as he possibly could. Before she could speak again he put his hand up to silence her. Open mouthed, she stared, then nodded and closed it again. "Now then. As I was saying, I have no idea what you're talking about." "Aimee' and Teltirray," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Some of the stuff you've been teaching her... you're hoping she kills him, aren't you?" The room she had pulled him into was one of the side classrooms, with the teacher's desk close to the door. He sat down on it and folded his hands in his lap, grinning. "I won't cry at his funeral." "Don't you think he'll get the least bit suspicious?" "If he does, that's his problem. I've taken on an apprentice, Bethsany, and I usually first teach my apprentice those things he needs to survive. And besides, most of what I've taught her are spells that a select group of your clientele, and me if I were interested in women, find extremely exciting." Bethsany's mouth cracked into an echo of Darryn's grin. "I see. Do you really think she can do it?" Darryn stared out the window where the first heavy snow of winter was falling, making the fresh, cold air hazy and covering the campus in a layer of white. Trees were bending already with the heavy weight of packed snow and from his vantage only one brave (or foolish) soul was trying to make his way across the quadrangle. Inside the classroom, however, only the sound of breathing could be heard; the privacy spells Darryn had put up kept all sound from leaving, but it also kept sound from entering as well. No-one would investigate; privacy spells were amongst the easiest to learn, the most common to use, and the most respected. Mages valued their privacy. And Darryn was an archmage. No-one would interrupt him. "Ultimately, Bethsany, of all the people who will ever need to defend themsleves against Teltirray, if anyone can do so successfully, I think she can. I think he's given himself a challenge he's not up to." "I don't have you magical skill, Darryn, but I have to agree with your observation. She's strong. I just hope she's strong enough." Darryn looked out the window again. "I think we'll know before the snow melts." "That's not a lot of time," Bethsany sighed. "I'll help in any way I can." "Just keep teaching her to be strong, Beth. That's what she really needs. Encouragement." "I'll do my best," she nodded, turning to leave. She reached for the doorknob, then stopped and turned around. "Darryn, I know you don't care for women's ways, but you've always been kind to me and my girls. I don't understand why, except that we understand each other." Her mouth curled into an unpleasant snarl. "I've seen what he does to the girls he gets. Get him. Please." Darryn merely nodded as she left, closing the door behind her with a click. He turned his stare out the window again, watching the snow come down in slow, dry sheets of white. -- "Aimee', Intermission" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:22 MST 1993 Article: 14546 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.mtholyoke.edu!eddie.mit.edu!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 5 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:32:17 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 565 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbmvh$n04@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103039 alt.sex.stories:14546 AIMEE' Chapter V ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Darryn looked up from his desk. Aimee' had entered without knocking this time, just as he had asked, and was now scanning his bookshelves at a furious rate. He cast a small spell to examine the titles she was looking at, paying attention to the ones she lingered over. He frowned when he noticed most of them were healing spells. Still, if that was what she needed, she had every right to copy and learn them. She selected one and pulled it down, reading through it. He paid her little attention, dedicating himself to the spellbook before him on the table; the way of Deists and their spells was still beyond his ken, although he now understood some of what the Essentialists did. He looked up once in a while, noticed her penquill flying at that furious rate that even he envied in her, then returned his attentions to his studies. The next time he looked up she had fallen asleep in her chair, her personal spellbook open but lying across her chest. He rose from his desk and walked over to her. "Aimee'?" he said, touching her shoulder. "Huh?" she said, startling awake. "Oh, sir. Forgive me. I just... needed to rest." He nodded and patted his hand on the shoulder he touched. "That is perfectly okay, Aimee', I understand." He smiled at her. "So, no more storms at Bethsany's place, right?" She shook her head. "No, sir. I've got it under control now, I think." "Good," he said. "I should tell you, Aimee', that you are someday going to be the most powerful mage in the world at the rate you learn, but that power and skill must be tempered with learning and maturity." He smiled at the shock on her face. "It is true, Aimee'. Few people recognize it, because your talent, like mine, is sexual, and therefore generally overlooked. In fact, are you willing to listen to one more story by an old man?" "Oh, yes sir!" she grinned, sitting up and onto the edge of her chair. "Good," Darryn commented. "Remember where my stories left off..." It came to pass in the Spring of my 24th year that I left my beloved Ryuchia, just as I had left my beloved Thomorr. This time, however, much of the reasons for going were my own, not those of a master shooing me out the door. It was true; Desa had little more to teach me. I had grown beyond the peak of learning, and all was now a straight and understanding path. I travelled down the road on horseback, armed with spells of defense for most of the travel. Just once, the day after leaving the mountains of the Megassi, was I assaulted by brigands. There were six of them, all told, who descended upon my and demanded I stand and deliver my gold and posessions. They never got within a horse's length of me before three dragons descended from the sky. [You are protected by the will of Desa,] one told me. [You will reach Barraminum safely.] They slaughtered the brigands and consumed them, leaving their possessions upon the ground. I learned that day to be a practical man and recovered their gold and their horses. At the next town I sold them all and left a wealthier man. I made my way across the rocky terrain of the northern steppes and found myself in Barraminum after only two months of travel. It was not an easy two months, but it was uneventful. I learned some hardness on that trip that I wish I had not, but I am also glad that I did. I still have not decided on the good or bad of casting 'Stroke' upon a rabbit, holding the spell while creeping up on it, and then slitting its throat in its moment of ecstasy. The idea still bothers me greatly. But it kept me fed until I reached Barraminum's gates. The guard at the gate wished to treat me roughly. "What do you want?" he said. "Directions to the College of Mages." "Haw! And who's your patron?" He was a foul-faced fellow, all pinched and dirtied. Missing a few teeth, too. "I have none," I said. "Go on, get on your way," he swore at me. "Nobody gets to the college without a patron. What do you think you're doing here, anyway?" I reached into my cloak. "I have here a signed letter from Talen Silisto inviting me into the college as an unfettered student." I showed the illiterate fool the seal and quite suddenly he was nice to me. "Yes, sir," he said. He seemed more than a little distraught, an effect I found rewarding. "I'll bring a boy to lead you to it." He swallowed and walked away. As he did so, I turned my sense of hearing to him and I heard him mutter, "One of these days I'm going to say the wrong thing to the wrong mage and I'll be spending the rest of my days searching Mrs. Right Toad." I tried not to laugh. He did find me someone to lead me through the city. I dismounted my horse as he led me through the gates and to the College of Mages. Ah, the College. I'm sure by now you're as familiar with it as any student, but at the time the high stone walls and the beautiful spiraling towers within. The open-air main building, it's roof nothing more than magic itself, allowing in the sun and air but not the rain, the frame of a roof raised on great stone pillars. Once my invitation was acknowledged to be genuine, I was given a place to stable my horse and then led into the Main Hall, through a hallway and to an office, where I waited for Talen Silisto to meet with me. Finally, he did. "Ah, Darryn, you have arrived. You have no other name?" I shook my head. "Fine, fine. I am Talen Silisto." He was a tall man, reedy thin, with fine, strong feature. A well-shaped face with a sharp nose and inquisitive blue eyes. "Come into my office, would you?" He directed me towards the door, walking behind me; once he was in, he locked the door. Needless to say, this made me nervous. He sat back in his chair behind his desk and examined me closely. I felt probed, inspected, dissected by his careful vision. He finally pressed his fingertips together. "So you have recently come from Desa Megassi." "Yes, sir." "How is Desa?" "Fine, sir, although in his dragon form he does not get out much these days. I only saw it once in the 25 months I lived there." "I see," he said. "Still, it is nice to hear that he is alive and well and teaching again. For a while I though I should never hear from him. Instead he sends me you. A student not even 25 who has already created an incredible spell base. And, he tell me in private, you have mastered another spell base that has been nobody's knowledge for centuries." My jaw dropped when I heard that. "Sir?" "The genetic bases. Nobody has been able to learn those; they're almost strictly dragon lore, and now you wander into my college knowing them! Inconceivable!" He leaned forward. "Tell me. If I asked you to, could you write them down?" Taken by surprise, I nodded. "I could. Given time." "Do you think anyone else could learn them?" "Sir, if you're asking me to pass on my knowledge, I will gratefully to students who can use it. But I will not simply turn my studies over to a book for irresponsible students to leaf through at their whim." His expression took on a pall of surprise, and then he leaned back in his chair. "I see. Desa has taught you very well." "Thank you, sir." He clasped his hands together on the table. "I have no illusions about your spell-base. 'Pleasure' is as powerful and as dangerous a Base of the Mind as any I have ever seen. Most of the mages who viewed it felt the same way. We have downplayed its existence because of that very power. I also understand that your power is chanelled by sexual arousal, so I will be sure that your teacher is one of discretion in this matter, as well as one acceding to your needs. I would take you as a student myself if it were not for my age and my preference for buxom young women instead. You have all the makings of a researcher, Darryn, but you must learn to protect yourself as well." "Sir?" "I am assigning you to Lien Pappen. Lien is a sexual spellmaster of no little skill who will teach you the ways of defensive and offensive magics. We will work around your trance-state methods." "None of the other students here will have knowledge of who you are. Many are here on anonymous patronages; the patrons don't wish their neighbors to know they are financing a household mage here at the college. You will simply be one of those, richer than the rest, I suppose, because of the accumulated patronages you already have. Yes, indeed, both Thomorr and Desa have forwarded to me significant amounts of renumeration to keep you here." He smiled. "I have my doubts, Darynn. You are young, undisciplined, and overpowerful. Your power derives from that most dangerous of all human drives, sex, and not only that, the release of that power proffers you to be a sodomite!" He pounded the table with his fist while shaking his head. "Your life is going to be difficult, Darryn. Your teachers are putting a great deal of trust in your hands. Do not disappoint us." He reached into his desk and pulled out an envelope. "Here. This is your new-student orientation material." On the back, he wrote out a name. Opening the packet, he pulled out what appeared to be a map and wrote on it. "And this is where Mage Pappen lives." Finally he wrote out a note and placed it in an envelope. "And this is the letter of introduction to Mage Pappen." He rose from his desk; sensing a cue, I rose from my chair as well. We shook hands as he handed me the packet. "Welcome to the College, Darryn." Nervous, it took me a moment to remember my voice. "Thank you, sir," I finally managed to say to him. I followed the directions on the map, walking high and low amongst the buildings until I found the one I was looking for. A short wooden building on a stone foundation, it had a comfortable look to it. I walked onto the porch and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a young woman wearing nothing more than a short skirt about her waist, and that skirt was made of leather. The only other mark on her was an intricate scrollwork tatoo over her heart. "May I help you?" "I am Darryn, late of Megassi. I was instructed to hand this to Mage Pappen." "Allow me." She reached for the envelope. "Are you Mage Pappen?" "No." "Then I will not hand it to you. My instruction say to give it to Mage Pappen." "Brand, let him in." The new voice came from a taller man whose age was indecipherable. He looked twenty, thirty, even forty. He looked strong. "I am Mage Pappen. What did you identify yourself as?" "Darryn, late of Megassi." "The dragons?" He seemed surprised. "The same." "There must surely be some mistake. I've no ken for dragon lore." He opened the letter and began reading it. "Or, perhaps not." He smiled at me. "How old are you?" "Twenty-five, sir." "Unbalance me." "Sir?" "You heard me. Unbalance me." It took me a moment to get up the courage to follow his command. I have never simply demonstrated my skill in public before; it's not often one is commanded to masturbate publicly. Which, in effect, is what I needed to do to move that spell at that time. I dropped my pack and robes. Leaning against my staff, I reached into my pants and found my penis, stroking it softly. It came to life quickly, and in less than nine seconds I found myself breathing hard enough to summon power. One second later I formed the base in my head, the second after that I built an Unbalance over that base, and in the twelfth second I opened one eye, looked at Mage Pappen, and released it. The Mage looked happily unbalanced. "You are he!" "Yes, sir. I created the 'Pleasure' base." I blushed, embarassed. "I realize I have acheived a bit of notoriety from that." "Yes. We'll have to work on that arousal pattern you have, get it down from twelve seconds to one." He grinned. "You'll have to find your arousal in the satisfaction of the act, not the other way around. We'll manage." He looked at my staff curiously. "Is that staff yours?" "Yes, sir. It was given to me by Desa Megassi, Master Mage of Hakkana." "Well then, Mage Darryn, welcome to my home. You are once again Student Darryn as well, you understand." I bowed my head, agreeing to the term. "Excellent. Brand, show Darryn to room three, would you?" She nodded. "Come with me." Lien Pappen, it turned out, was considered the sexual mage on Campus simply because he was the only mage of advanced skill who could do sexual work. Sex was a consuming passion with him and what he preferred, but it was not what he did best. Where his expertise lay magically was in process work. When I described the spell I had cast on myself and my beloved Ryuchia, he postively glowed. "Darryn, I must ask that I see you perform this spell process." "With whom, sir?" "I would ask that you perform it on me. I cannot ask you to perform it on Brand since she is a woman, and therefore not to your liking." "Yes sir." I explained the procedures necessary, and he agreed to them. We arranged a space in his basement in which to build the equipment necessary. I felt releived to be in my own element again; it had been three months since my arrival at the campus and I had begun to feel depressed. I was without lovers here, a state not to my liking and certainly discouraging to a mage of my studies. Unlike dragons, the people in Barraminum regarded my preferences as disagreeable and limited my attentions to the boyhouses by the waterfront. And although my allowances would certainly allow me to wander down there once in a while for releif, I did not relish the idea of purchasing relief. I craved friendship and a friendly bed, not what these places offered. Lien joined me when I announced I was ready. He removed his robes to reveal a handsome body underneath; thin, strong, and a touch pale, his body radiated with an inner sense of composure that comes from being a mage. I knew my role' here well as he lay down on the bed. I crawled between his legs and lowered my mouth to his groin without preface, burying my face between his legs and inhaling deeply. He gasped as his cock grew to full proportions. I stared at the purple head wavering before my eyes, then smiled as I slipped my mouth around it, sucking at the silken skin of his cockhead, then feeling press against the top of my mouth, rippling as it touched the back of my throat and slid further downwards. He gasped, his hips bouncing against the bed. I closed my lips upon the warming shaft, sucking his cock for all it was worth. It was more than skill, Aimee', it was pleasure. Pleasure from the relief of sheer need. I needed him. It was more than his cock, Aimee'; there was something to his carriage, to his whole being, that fulfilled me. And as I pumped my head back and forth on his cock, I felt that fulfillment deep within me. He groaned slightly as I stopped my sucking, reaching for the ointment and applying it to his shaft. He looked at me apprehensively as I knelt over his hips and aimed his cock upwards. I pressed down upon it, feeling it against my anus, feeling it fill me as it penetrated me. He was within me. I picked up my staff and held it out. "Take it," I said. He nodded and reached up, taking the staff in his hands even as I did. I began casting the spell, stroking his cock within me all the while. I was interested in letting him in on the spell, so he cast it right along with me. Together, our bodies continued in patient mating as we explored his genetic code. He marvelled at the process, and the sub-processes that allowed me to explore more than the visible. He gasped with pleasure at the spells I had learned, then told me to "End it." I did. The spell collapsed. Unlike with Ryu, I had no need to see his climax, and as the skilled sybarite, neither did he. We ceased our coupling and sat down on the bed together. "Marvellous," he said, panting slightly as he cleaned himself off. "Simply marvellous. You did not write any of that yourself, I take it?" "No sir," I said. "I adapted some towards my particular method of invocation, but I did not write the spell myself." I explained where I had found it and what notes I had had to take in order to make it useful to me, rather than to dragons. I also explained the changes I had had to make in order to make it work on him since he was human and not a dragon. "Astounding. That you could take such a dangerous spell, render it into components in just such a manner. My friend, you will go far." "Thank you, sir." I learned, several months later, that I had a rival. By now knowledge of both my invocation speciality and my preference in partners was common knowledge, and I often took abuse because of either, and often both. But it was not until late that coming December and the first snows had begun falling on the ground that I began to appreciate how much hatred Brand was sending in my direction. As a woman, she felt that her capacity for multiple orgasms naturally made her far better prepared for the kinds of magic I was quickly excelling at. However, as we both found out, that was hardly the case. She was simply a good student without the natural skills that I had lucked upon and without the incredibly teachers of Thomorr and Desa Megassi to back up those natural talents. However the signs began to show. Resentment, mostly. I understand that. I had wandered in where she had once been the center of attention and quickly established myself as her superior. Where she still wore robes of black I had already earned those of green. Then things began to get ugly. At first, even the ugliness was somewhat mundane, consisting of shortsheeting and the like. The rumors started up that I preferred little boys, children below the age of puberty. That all sexual mages were destroyers of everyone they touched and claimed to love. What friends I had stuck with me, and I'll grant them that. Although more and more I found it hard to associate with my peers, simply because they wished to have no association with me. Then came the violence began. There is simply no term for it; I was spat upon, at first, and then I became the target of thrown stones. The attacks grew more and more severe as time went on. Magicians, however, are resourcful. "Don't you worry," Mage Pappen reassured me, "They won't get you, but we shall get them." Mage Pappen did indeed help me. And to his credit we eventually did turn in most of the miscreants who comitted their abuses upon me. Some were discharged from the school. It was at this time that Brand received her green robes. Much to even my surprise, she announced that that was sufficient to her and that she was heading back to her home to resume her life there, now a fully- accreditted mage wearing the green. I was surprised; I had fully exepcted her to stay and earn at least the blue I now wore. I asked Mage Pappen about this. "You know how it is, Darynn. Some simply want to know all they can, and some simply got when they think they know enough." My studies continued. The attacks on me lessened, in part because Pappen and I had decimated the ranks of those who did not approve of me. I started casting some spells of import, too, ones that caught the attentions of my fellow students. Although it took me sixteen hours to cast, I did one day succeed in an alteration spell that allowed me my first wereform. For six days afterwards I could, completely at will, take the shape of a wolf. I remember the feelings of fear that created within me, fear that the wolf shape would gain control. Also, for some reason, requests from my fellow students for love potions blossomed, apparently on the theory that a sex magician should be good at them. All of this changed one night when I was walking through the city. I had, sadly, succumbed to my needs, and gone travelling down in the lower blocks of the city, looking for a street boy who would take my money in exchange for a candlespan of attention. I wanted someone, something specific, someone for whom I would feel something, and then later feel nothing. I walked at odds with myself, accepting than rejecting one, then another, never sure of what I really wanted, knowing that in truth I was missing Thomorr and Ryuchia and that Pappen's attentions were nothing more than that of a teacher, not a lover. I missed love, Aimee', truly that is what I missed. A hand grabbed me by the shoulder. "'ey, m'lord, are you lookin' for somethin' friendly?" "Yes, but I'm not sure-- " I never got to say another word. As I turned to face the man who addressed me, a fist pounded me in the stomach, knocking the wind from me violently. I was pushed, shoved, and carried into an alleyway, where three men hit me further and then carried me in through a back door into a small room. A cloth was fitted into my mouth to prevent me from speaking. I was thrown across a solid wooden table, where rough ropes tied my hands to the supports. The room was dark, dingy; only two lanterns lit it up. The three who had carried me in were all large and hairy men wearing the common clothes of laborers. They tied ropes about my feet, too, but instead of tying those down, they tied them up to a beam that supported the roof, exposing my ass to their rough hands. "He's not a virgin," one said, his voice cracked with the twin abuses of tobacco and alchol. "Look a' tha' 'ole." "He's been had by dragons. But he'll do you quite well." I recognized Brand's voice. What was she doing here? "Dragons?" the one said. "'dor, 'e'll ne'er e'en notice us!" "It's been a while." One of the men approached and touched my ass with his palm. "Smooth as a babe's butt," he replied. "Does nothin' with it but sit on it all day, I reck'n." His hand was rough and calloused, the fingers themselves thick with the muscle of manual labor. On touched my anus. He pressed inwards without spit or grease. I felt like I was being entered by a pine cone, his hands were so rough. The pain made me cry out, but the cloth in my teeth dampened the sound to nothing. His finger penetrated me to the knuckles and I groaned. "Yeah, t' first inch is tight enough fer me." He pulled me across the rough table, granting more pain as the raw wood scraped on my back. "Take this, lad." With a rough shove he penetrated me, his cock mercilessly barelling into my guts. "Could use a little wetness, though." "Ha' this, then," one of the other men said clearly. The one within me laughed, and I felt something cold splash about my balls and hole. It felt cold, and then burning filled me. The smell told me what he'd used, and I began to cry from the pain. Rum. Alcohol. These men cared less if they killed me. Another one, to my left, climbed out of his ragged pants and approached me, pulling off the gag. "Suck it, boy," he said. "Suck it well and maybe you'll live." He pulled back his foreskin and stuffed the fetid thing in my face. The smell was ghastly, as if he hadn't washed in weeks, and I couldn't bring myself. He grasped my head in one hand and my nose in the other, waving that evil club before my eyes. Finally, I had to breath, and he shoved his cock down my throat. "Bite it and I'll hurt you bad." I gagged on the torturous thing. About the only mercy for me in this was that the alcohol which ruined me within also entered my blood and lessened the pain. I choked while the two men raped me, used me in their laughter. The one's cock sawed in and out of my burning asshole, the other fed me his cheesy meat until both grunted their climaxes and finally pulled out. The one who had been within my ass presented his cock to my mouth. "Clean it, boy." Another cock entered my anus. Gone in pain and alcohol, I barely noticed either of the two cocks being used on me. I felt, dimly, the feel of the third man's balls as he plundered my anus, raping the juiced hole created by the man whose cock I now washed with my tongue. I could not think. And then they, too, were gone, and a slim, delicate hand was probing at my anus. "Darryn, can you hear me?" "Brand... Why are you doing this?" "Because," she said as three of her fingers slipped into my asshole, "You deserve it, you perverse monster. The Sodomite Mage. You had to be younger than me, prettier than me, better than me." Her hand pressed against my burning asshole. "I'm going to give you what you want, Darryn, and what you so richly deserve. I'm going to remind you of your dragon LOVER," she snarled as her arm slipped into me, "and then, from within, I'm going to kill you." I needed to stop her. My mind raced with all the things I could do to stop her. I knew spells that would kill her, but they took time to prepare. I needed to handle her companions, too. I thought of a Base, a combat Base, that would help me. I imagined what it might look like completed, as complete as a Base can be. I needed to be right, once, because that was all the chance I would get. "Brand," I snarled at her. "Goodbye, Darryn." "No." I summoned the base. She screamed as the bones in her arm snapped. She looked up, stunned, as I poured power through the base. One of the men rushed me and lightning danced around him, knocking him against the wall, screaming. Another picked up a bottle and I struck him, too, with the lightning. Just as the base 'Pain' could be turned into 'Pleasure,' too can the bases for healing be turned to suffering. Brand pulled her arm free of my body, her hands unable to clutch anything at all. She backed away from as I willed her to bleed freely; it ran from her nose and she coughed it from her mouth. She shook her head, and in her bubbling throat I heard her say "You... you can't. This..." I was developing an erection even as she said it. My combat master had taught me well; the satisfaction of commiting a spell need not have arisen from pleasure, but instead, the pleasure of winning came from the satisfaction of committing the spell. I had won. I burned her, blasted her, bled her, and broke her. And then I blacked out. "And then?" Aimee' asked. "I was rescued. One of the men who had been busily having his way with me ran out into the street, and the screams attracted the attention of the local guard. I was taken back to the college, where I attracted a lot of attention." Darynn smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Now, I've taken away from your studies again to tell you a rather dull and boring story." He yawned to make the point. His bait worked; she yawned along with him. "See? I've managed to put you back to sleep." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Why don't you return home? We'll continue this later." She sighed and the sound tore at his heart again. "Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir." "Goodnight, Aimee'." -- "Aimee', Chapter 5" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:33 MST 1993 Article: 14547 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.mtholyoke.edu!eddie.mit.edu!europa.eng.gtefsd.com!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 6 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:33:21 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 667 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbn1h$n1q@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103040 alt.sex.stories:14547 AIMEE' Chapter VI ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ Bethsany examined herself in the mirror. "I still look pretty good. Don't you think, Lilli?" "Yes, Miss," the tall brunette encapsulated in leather responded warmly. "Be honest, Lilli." "At your age, Miss, you will not bring in customers except for those with certain... desires, but no matter. I wish to have your body and health when I reach your wisdom, too." Bethsany turned around and stroked Lilli's face gently. "You say the right things, Lilli." She kissed the taller girl gently. A knock at the door interrupted her fingers' probing between Lilli's legs. "What is it?" One of the younger girls appeared at the door. "My apologize, Miss, but Aimee' is here." Bethsany sighed, trying not to smile simultaneously. Loving Lilli was a privelege neither one permitted often, temptation being what it was, but she also could never pass up an opportunity for kindess with Aimee'. "Lilli, will you forgive me?" The brunette nodded. "I understand. I need some comission today anyway." Bethsany laughed. "Forever the opportunist. That's why I like my crew. Could you let Aimee' in on your way out?" "I will," Lilli promised, leaving slowly. As she walked out, she held the door open, revealing the small, shivering form of the girl who came to visit every week. "Aimee'! The Gods, you must be chilled to the bone from your walk. Come in, come in, please, sit down by the fire. Page, get us something warm for her to drink. Nothing with liquor, dear, just chocolate or something." The young girl who had first peeked in to announce Aimee's presence looked in, nodded, then disappeared. Bethsany positioned Aimee' on a short, padded stool by the fire. The girl reappeared with a tray holding two steaming mugs. "Here," Bethsany said, handing one to Aimee'. "Drink. You need it. You look positively white!" "I am sorry to distress you so, Bethsany," Aimee' said softly. "Master Teltirray is more confident of me; he says in this weather theives do not get out so much." "Nor should healthy young girls like yourself!" Bethsany countered. "Besides, in winter brigands need their sustenance like everyone else and with pickings slim you make a lovely target. Be careful!" "If any such brigand were to lay a hand on me..." "You would what?" Bethsany grinned. "Lay them low with a bolt of wizardly power? Are you to that point, my lovely Mage's student in black?" Aimee' blushed. Bethsany cupped Aimee's chin and pulled it up to look into her eyes. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Aimee'. Confidence is the first measure of any success, be it in Magic or Business or Sex. But you must know your limits, too." Aimee' nodded and sipped at her drink, shrugging off her cloak and easing to the floor before the fire. Bethsany joined her; however under her robe there was no further clothing. "Let me tell you another story, Aimee'... of what happened to me after my rescue. Is that acceptable?" Aimee' grinned and nodded. "Please!" Bethsany leaned back and began. "There, there," said my rescuer as she handed me a bowl of warm soup. "You will be all right." "Who... who are you?" "My name is Cyl'Dia. I am a woman of Darachmod." That last word made me look up and take notice of her, Aimee', because I had heard of Darachmod. It was a city, rumored to be in the very mountains my family had been riding through when the bandits had attacked. She smiled tightly. "I see you have heard of us. The legends are mostly true. Drink up. I will return in a little while." She was gone again, and only Huna and I were left together. I held onto Huna and she let me, being the only thing in my recent life that had had any stability and kindness to it. I watched the women in the camp moving about easily, seriously; there seemed to be little humor about them. Slaughtering a camp, even one filled with spirits as ugly as Stuyr's, could have held no glee to them. They were all beautiful, tall, strong. All of them wore heavy armor that hid what sorts of bodies they had underneath, but as they stripped it off they revealed tightly-fitted, warm clothing that showed the shapes underneath to be very obviously female. But I wasn't to learn just how female until later that day. Cyl'Dia returned shortly with another woman behind her. "We are returning, so your eyes must be covered until you are trustworthy. Do you understand?" I nodded, still frightened. She reached out and stroked the dog's head for a moment. "Huna, huh? She's a good dog. What's your name?" "Bethsany." I blurted it out as one word. "Beth'Sany, huh?" Her voice had a curious stop indicating that she had divided my name into two parts like hers. "That's a pretty name. Beth, this is my commander, Dyn'Valas. Dyn, this is Beth'Sany, who we rescued from the centaurs." Dyn'Valas knelt down and examined me closely. Then she smiled. "We do not kill slaves, Beth, even male ones, although we see to it that they make their way in a direction other than following us. Do you wish to come to Darachmod with us, or is there a family you want to go home to?" I shivered. "I... I have no family. They killed them all." I managed to point down to the ruined and burning centaur village where I had spent the past months. "All of them?" Dyn'Valas looked shocked. She recovered momentarily and said, "I understand you killed their leader rather... gruesomely." I managed to shiver another nod. "He... he used me." I began crying, sniffling in the cold, wet of falling snow. "I wanted to get back." She patted my head gently. "That's understandable. You want to come to Darachmod with us, then?" I nodded. "Please." "Cyl, make it so." I was placed on the back of a horse and blindfolded. "Wrap your arms around me," Cyl'Dia said softly. "Reach into the jacket. Go ahead. I won't bite and it will keep your hands warm." I did as she said, my fingers reaching in. Between my hands and her body were but one or two thin layers of cloth, and underneath it I could feel her torso. Even there her muscles were hard, rippling, strong. She was clearly a powerful woman in her own right and I envied her. I wanted to be like her. We rode on through the day. I felt strangely at peace, Aimee'. The blindfold kept me from questioning my surroundings in any great detail and the best feelings I got at all came from Cyl'Dia, who gave me warmth and comfort and spoke to me along the way. She asked me for details of my life before the Centaurs and I gave that inforamation freely. I enjoyed my talks with her; they meant much to me. After so many months of nothing but drudgery in the day and cruelty at night, a voice of kindness was something to hold onto. We mostly spoke of my life. Not as if hers didn't have as much for discussing, but as if she held back on discussing it at all until we reached her city. A hollow sound surrounded her voice and the sounds of horses. The dry, winter smell was replaced with a slight staleness and I recognized that we entered a tunnel. No-one spoke a word until the air returned to the bright coldness of winter. "Cyl'Dia, you are excused from your duties to take Beth'Sany to the chirugeon. See to it that she is looked after and then, I will find you this evening at your home." "Thank you, my lady," Cyl'Dia replied. "Beth, you may remove your blindfold now." I did, getting my first glimpse of the city of Darachmod. It was a large, walled square with houses scattered according to a pattern. On each wall was a large, rectangular building built up against the wall, and the houses and other buildings seemed clustered around those. The center of the town was very open. Each building was carefully regimental in construction, pleasing to the eye, ordered. Cyl'Dia led the horse into a stable where girls about my age took the horse and gave it blanketing, food, and water. "Come," Cyl'Dia said to me softly. "I will show you the chirugeon, and then to home." The chirugeon was a kind, elderly woman who looked me over carefully, taking special care to examine my eyes, tongue, and sex. "She has suffered no permanent harm," she finally assured Cyl'Dia. "She needs proper food and a bath, however. This thinness is not natural for her." "Senva?" Cyl'Dia asked, or at least I thought asked, the doctor. It was not a word I knew. "No, no, not quite. A healthy middle, I think. Bengesk." Cyl'Dia smiled and nodded, but her smile was tainted slightly with sadness. "I understand. Thank you, Chire." "My pleasure. It was sweet to meet you, Beth'Sany." Cyl'Dia lifted me into her arms again and Huna followed us out into the streets. We made our way into a small home off a side street. Once inside, another girl about my age came running up. "Cyl!" "Myr!" she shouted, straining to hold me with one arm while with the other gathering the girl into her clasp. "Oh, it's so good to see you!" "Are you... are you home, finally?" Myr asked. "Who's this?" "Myr'Dia'Nan, meet Beth'Sany. We found her with the centaurs as her unwilling slave." "Unwilling?" Myr seemed to recoil. "You mean, they didn't give you a choice?" "Slaves don't get choices," I sighed. "Some do," Myr assured me. "I do." The revelation that Myr was a slave frightened me. That she was Cyl'Dia's slave stunned me. The fear in me grew immense and suddenly I was fighting Cyl'Dia, slapping at her. But she still wore the protective padding that went with her armor and I was doing little more than getting her attention. She dropped me, however, in my squirming, and I retreated across cluttered room to kneel against the wall by the fire. I expected Cyl'Dia to confront me, but instead Myr did. "Wait, you don't understand. I want to be here." I looked up at her, disbelieving. "You... you want to be here?" Myr nodded, smiling in unmistakable pleasure. "Cyl is my beloved, Beth. But I have not the will or control to be a good and equal lover, Beth. Someday, maybe, I will, but until that day I... I accept her yoke of power. Maybe I never will." "That's not right," Beth said. "Oh?" Myr asked. "I am not a child anymore." She blushed, looking ashamed. "But I do not want to be unprotected. Cyl'Dia gives me protection. I agree to that." "And punishment?" "If I have been bad, yes. I could leave Cyl at any time, but I'm not sure what I would do if that happens." Cyl'Dia stood behind Myr, stroking the younger girl's hair with her hand. "You're getting there, Myr. You are confident in your slavery, at any rate." She looked up at me. "Some women, such as Myr, want someone to push them into adulthood. Others simply find their pleasure in another's power and stay there all their lives. And some, like myself, find our pleasure in being that source of pleasure." "And having your wants met," Myr said. "That, too," Cyl'Dia smiled. "I expect none of this, Beth'Sany, from you. You are my guest until the Spring. You can be whatever you want... except lazy, I suppose. Whether for my reasons or your own, you will have to aid in the carrying of food and water, cleaning, and chopping of wood. I hope that's acceptable?" I nodded, still a little frightened by the revelation that Darachmod, the city of women, still kept women as slaves. "I understand what is necessary," I said. "Good," Cyl'Dia replied. "Now, let me show you your bed. You'll be sleeping in Myr's room, an arragment she does agree to, right?" "Oh, yes!" Myr replied, grinning. "Easily!" "Good. Then you get her bedding ready. I have to go meet with Captain Dyn'Valas." She stood up again and left, taking a long-coat off the rack as she did so. "Now, come with me," Myr said. "And I'll show you to your room." The house Cyl'Dia lived in was a large space broken up into rooms by taught exapanses of white cloth stretched over frames of wood. They let light through easily, and I could see shadows and the flickering of lantern light from those rooms that had them on the backdrops of the cloth. Some of the frames slid to allow passage. Through one Myr led me down a short hallway and into another room with such a frame. Inside, the room was large enough for three or four people to sleep in comfortably. She had a chest for her possessions. I had to step up to get in, though, because the floor of the bedroom was a wooden platform raised almost a foot and half off the floor. "I'm sure Cyl will get you one of your own. Now, wait here while I get you some bedding. It's sure to get colder yet." Myr left me alone for a moment, for the first time since my rescue at the hands of these women. I stopped to take stock of my situation, feeling disoriented. I was alive; I had people who seemed safe enough. I had a sense of comfort for once that was unlike any other. Myr returned with a bundle of cloth that hid her face from my view until she dropped it on the floor. "Fhew!" she sighed. "Heavy. And now we have to get the metal, too." "Metal?" I asked. "I'll show you," she assured me. "Come. I'll need help with this." I followed her into another room with more large chests. "There." She opened one chest and handed me some metallic slats, about three feet long and five inches wide, a little less than an inch thick. We made several trips of these back and forth to the bedroom. "What are these?" "Sleeping slats," she replied. She pointed to a spot of floor where wooden slats the same size as the metal ones we had carried were laid into the floor. With a knife she pried them loose and tossed them aside, fitting the metallic ones in one at a time. "Heat flows through metal much easier than it does through wood, see?" She said. "At night, before bed, we place coals on the floor underneath in these." She held up a metallic pan with a lid. "These put out heat that flows up into the metal, and then into our bodies, so we stay warm." I did not understand. "Does the heat know where the metal is?" "I don't know," Myr said. "It's magic to me." I nodded. "Come, let's put the wooden slats away and get two more coal pans for you. One for your legs and one for your shoulders. That's about where they should go. There are traps in the floor for you to put them down. See?" She pointed. I did. We gathered the slats and put them away. By the time we were completing our duties, Cyl'Dia returned. "I see you two are almost done. Good. Myr, take one of the chests for Beth." She sat down on the steps of the bedroom. "I have good news, Beth. It is the opinion of our Captain that you may stay here as long as you desire, but it is also her opinion that that will not be forever. As long as you provide your fair share of work, however, you are welcome here in whatever position you wish to fulfill." I nodded, unsure of what to say or do next. Cyl answered that for me by holding her arms out. "Come and hug me." Which I did, gratefully, throwing myself against her and feeling those protective arms wrap around me. I was still frightened, Aimee', still scared of a future without my family, a future I did not know. And one that hardly seemed to lead to here. That night, as I settled down to sleep, I was to get my initiation in another woman's arms. I had anticipated Cyl'Dia being the one. Yes, I think anticipated was the correct term. I wanted to make love with her, truly. I know that I was misunderstanding my need for protection, my joy at being saved, with the painful sensuality Stuyr had awakened within me, and I wanted to share myself with Cyl the only way I had known how for month. But no, it was Myr who started that. That first night as I lay in my bed I was haunted by memories of the dead Stuyr, fearing his return from the grave, the touch of his ghost, come searching for the girl who stole his sex. I must have made noise because I remember fighting a hand on my shoulder only to wake up and find Myr kneeling by my bedside in only her nightclothes. "Beth! Beth, you must wake up!" "What?" "Beth, you're having a nightmare! Wake up!" I finally came to my sense, sitting up and taking stock. I was still in the same place; most of the lights were banked low and I could barely see. Only one lantern was lit fully, and that in the front room with the tables and kitchen; suffused through several layers of cloth it barely lit Myr's features. I managed to speak. "I... I was remembering the Centaurs. It was... horrible." "I can't imagine. Forcing you to be something you are not." Myr shook her head. "Do you want someone to be with you for a while?" I thought about it, then nodded. "If you want to stay with me, I'd like that." "Good," Myr smiled. She walked back to her bedding and grabbed her pillow and a blanket, pulling them over to my side of the room. The pillow fell down by my head, and then the blanket covered me. I didn't even know what to say as she crawled into bed beside me; this was not what I had anticipated. But almost immediately I warmed to her presence, literally and figuratively. The softness of her body pressed against mine, even through our two layers of bedclothes, put me at ease. Here, at least, was something I was familiar with, the feel of a woman's body. I snuggled up close to her out of instinct. Her hands wrapped around me, touching me. I held onto her close, and much to her disappointment, I'm sure, I fell asleep against her. When I awoke, she was still lying against me. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. I could see her tiny pink tongue filling her mouth, her upper teeth clearly exposed and just the lower ridges visible under her full lips. Her breath was ripe, as is everyone's in the morning, male or female. Trust me on that one, dear. Extracting myself from her grip carefully, I rose and dressed in heavier robes, then made my way to the front of Cyl'Dia's home to stoke the fire back to life. As I was moving wood into the stove for warmth, Cyl'Dia herself came out into the living room. Instead of wearing clothes, however, she came out naked, her nipples pointed and crinkling in the cold December air. "You've started a fire," she sighed, smiling. "Bless you, lovely Beth. I saw that you and Myr had gotten closer than I anticipated last night. Was that a practical or a friendly thing?" "Practical. She warmed me and kept the nightmares away." "I see." Cyl opened the door and with a staff knocked some snow from the roof into a bowl, then placed the bowl on the fire. "In that low set of drawers to your left, Beth, you will find a drawstring bag with some strong-smelling herbs in it. Bring it here." I did as she requested, not sure yet of my position in the household. She poured some of the herbs into a smaller bag and tossed the bag into the warming water. The bittersweet scent of the herbs filled the front room and. "There. If the smell of taba doesn't wake Myr up, she must surely be dead." And she was correct; only minutes later Myr came running into the front room and fell to her knees by Cyl's side, placing her head in Cyl's lap. "See?" "What?" Myr asked, looking up. "I was telling Beth that the smell of taba was a Myr-summoning spell." Myr smiled. "It does smell good." "Yes. Myr, fetch us cups." Myr did as she was told, pouring drinking mugs full of the strange liquid. I drank it; it was strong in flavor, bitter and hard to swallow without honey to aid the taste, but I did drink it. It made me feel much more awake, banishing the sense of sleepiness that went with waking up. "Beth, Myr, please get dressed. We must introduce Beth to the council, make arrangements for her staying, and the like. And, I think I would like a bath today. Myr, you may join me, and Beth, if you feel you would like to you may as well." "What... what does that mean?" "I'll explain," Myr said. "Come, dress." The council consisted of six crones, really, who examined me and determined by some criteria I was not privvy to that I could stay amongst them. It was all very formal, a passing about of swords and a handling of spears and a singing of flutes and all that. Nothing I was really interested in. And then she led me to one of the buildings along the wall of the city. Women passing us, all wrapped as tightly in robes and cloaks and warming jackets as we were, nodded as we walked by, smiling contentedly. We walked into heavy granite halls and through a swinging door. Inside, the heat hit us quickly. "In here," Cyl said, pulling me into a closed room off the side. "Undress." I hung up my cloak, and Myr began undoing the belt about my waist. I helped back, and Cyl watched with amusement as we competed gigglingly to see who could take whose clothes off first. "Okay, girls," she said. "Come with me. Myr, behave. I know how much you enjoy the baths but this is Beth's day." "Yes, Miss," Myr said, pouting and grinning simultaneously. The "baths" were six round, wooden tubs, each over five feet tall, steam rising from them. Women lazed in them slowly, sometimes splashing, some very affectionate to one another. "We discovered these when we took over this city; at the time a tribe of barbarians were using these hovels as caves. No, we did not build this place, although we have turned it into a paradise." Cyl grinned as she walked around one of them. "Come," she said, holding out a hand. I followed her and walked up the steps she indicated and climbed into the water of the tub. Five other women floated in the water with Cyl, Myr, and I. After spending the day feeling as if I was freezing, the intense heat of the hot spring water soak me straight to the bone. "Beth, come meet the others," Cyl said, interrupting my momentary appreciation of their "paradise." I looked up as she introduced them. She gave a name for each one, but none of the names "stuck" to me; I didn't catch the names very well at all. It didn't matter. They nodded, and I nodded back. At first, all I did was soak, allowing the heat to pour into me. But after a while, motionless became boring. I'm a person who feels the need to move, Aimee'. So I did, opening my eyes and looking at the seven women who shared my tub with me. All of them were beautiful and all of them were strong. I felt safe here; I felt as if nobody would touch me without my permission. That made me want to be touched, though. I didn't have to wait. A hand touched my thigh briefly, then slid away. From the light motion on water I recognized it as Myr's. I smiled at her and she blushed. She eased through the water until she sat next to men, then whispered in my ear "Do you want me to?" Suddenly I was afraid to say yes. Although I did want her to, I didn't know how to tell her. I'd never been taught how. Cyl saved us both by leaning over and whispering in my other ear, "You have permission to say 'Yes.'" I looked in her face; she smiled at me patiently. I turned to Myr and said, whispering, "Yes." Her eyes alighted as she closed the distance between our faces, her lips pursed slightly to reach out to mine. They touched... I tell you, Aimee', I shall never forget that kiss. Nor the feel of her hand as it glided over my body. I nearly fainted with pleasure. As her palm cupped my breast, I felt other hands reach out and surround me. Slowly these women lifted me until I no longer rested against the wood of the tub, but instead lay in their arms, across their out-stretched legs. I didn't have to move, Aimee'; like a rag, their hands touched me, stroked me, warmed me and relaxed me. I felt their soft, feminine hands, so unlike the cruelty of the Centaur Styur who had mistreated me for so months. Myr's sweet lips grasped my own lower and pulled playfully, the smile in her eyes and mouth unmistakable. I could see... she liked me, Aimee', and she was happy to have a new playmate like me. We kissed again, my senses roiling from the loving touch still swirling about me. I didn't know what to say. "Don't say anything," Myr whispered in my ear, as if hearing my thought. Her lips kissed me yet again; this time I closed my eyes and wished on her kiss, wishing for a future like this, one with pleasures unending. Her mouth opened just a little and I felt shocked as her tongue touched my lips. I didn't know what to do. It pressed gently between them, as if seeking entrance. I finally let her in, parting my lips just a little. If I had been shocked before, it was nothing like this, Aimee'! The... the intimacy of it, the unbelievable pleasure of it, is still indescribable. I became shocked into action at the feel of warm, slim hands sliding between my thighs. Myr's hand was still cupping my breast as her mouth and mine caressed one another in small, playful circles. I reached out with both my tongue and my hands, reaching out to caress her tongue, pressed my hands against the bodies of women I did not know. Their hands touched back; I felt reassuring fingertips glide along the backs of my arms and up over my shoulders. When Myr stopped her kiss the smiled down at me, I looked around quickly at the women who surrounded us. They were all different; some were old and some were young, some looked so soft and others so hard, Aimee'. But they were all women, and they were all here to love me. I'm sorry; I guess I get carried away. It's hard not to, even for me, even after all this experience running a brothel. They were all beautiful, Aimee', and I think that's why I run such a wonderful brothel-- I know how to get beauty out of a woman who wants to be beautiful, no matter how she comes to me. I know how to see it and how to enhance it. And I know who to show it to. And as they touched me, the hands became bolder. But always Myr, Cyl'Dia's slave, was allowed to lead the way. Her hand over my teat slid down my belly and over my furred mound, sliding over and cupping my entire cunt the way it had my breast. This, strangely, didn't surprise me so much. I was ready for it, for since this had begun I had been longing for it. Craving to be touched there, touched by someone who had given me permission to give permission for it, and would respect me if I took that permission away. I craved... love. Does that make sense, Aimee', to be given the authority to give permission and to take it away? It was truly a first for me. I looked around at the faces of the women again, some smiling, some intent, and finally I whispered, again, "Yes. Yes, Myr. Yes." Her eyes glowed as one finger slid down between the lips of my cunt. I could feel those thick walls touching her finger, grasping her. I imagined they were trying to pull her inside, and I could feel that she wanted to go, for her finger bent at the knuckle and suddenly it slid into me. I found myself holding my breath and closing my eyes, seeing nothing and doing nothing but feeling, Aimee', feeling that finger slowly slide into me. Not like Styur, not one monstrous blunt cruel weapon, but a gentle finger, one that knew the insides of a woman because it belonged not only to a woman, but to one I was desperately losing my heart to. The finger touched me inside, touching me in places where no gentle touch had ever been. It turned slowly, feeling me thouroughly, learning me inside and out. As she touched me, I heard a soft motion of water and felt warm breath above my mouth. I opened my eyes. Myr hovered above me, and then she lowered her mouth and kissed me again. I was lost to her completely. Our kiss was probably the most passionate yet, a total abandonment of myself and my dignity. To Neret with my dignity, Aimee', one should not be reserved in moments like that. The women slowly lifted me to the water's surface, and as Myr slid down my chin with her kisses I leaned back and closed my eyes again. Someone placed their hands under my head, holding it above water that I might breathe. Myr's warm kisses touched my neck and finally, for one breif moment, enclosed the nipple of my breast. Then she vanished beneath the water. She reappeared between my legs, parting them slowly with her hands to open me, expose me. And then, if the pleasures before had not been enough, she kissed my mound. At first, I felt the breath of her nose against my skin, and the press of her lips to my pubic hair, and finally the touch of her tongue against my lips. I moaned aloud once more as her mouth pressed to my folds, opening me, exposing me for her tasting. I thought I would die, and die happy, at that moment. I felt heat flood my groin and fluid flood my channel, neither water nor menses. I merely wished for more. She gave me what I wished for as her tongue pressed and opened, licked and demanded. The women held my legs open. Not against my will, but because of it; I had given my permission to Myr, almost to do what she would, and they were here to assist in that permission. It was simply... indescribable. I am an old woman now, Aimee', and still I cannot forget that night. Her tongue pressed in deepwards and downwards. I wished for more. She found those places in my body that few men can, where the pleasure is simply far too much for even an old body like mine to withstand. And she gave me everything I wished for. When I climaxed, Aimee', I screamed so loud every woman in the room knew what had transpired in our tub if they did not already. The women held me, restrained me, kept me from kicking Myr or myself, from hurting anyone of them. Myr ceased her kisses, picking her head up to appraise me. I reached out for her, my hands trembling without knowing what to do next. She was just out of reach, and my hand slid down her water-slicked skin, for just a moment touching her breast. She tapped the arm of the woman to my right, and they slowly lowered me back into the water, releasing me. I grabbed her and held her tight, and then, finally, I cried. Not like I had the first night when Dyn and Cyl had spoken to me, but total, utter abandoment to tears. It was the most important moment of my life, Aimee, because it taught me the most important lesson I had ever learned; that to leave an old life behind, one must cry it out. One must put it into tears and squeeze it from the body. Myr held me, and finally all the women closed around us, arms linked, bodies holding. Among the seven were girls as old as I to crones many decades my senior. All held me, all touched me. And finally, finally, Aimee', I was finished. Myr petted my hair gently. "Are you well, Beth'Sany?" I nodded. "Yes, Myr. I am. In your arms, I am." "Mistress Cyl?" Myr asked, her tone confused. Cyl'Dia reached down and petted both our heads. "Beth'Sany, you are accepted, and you may stay a friend in my household forever if you so need." Blinking through the tears, I didn't know what to say, other than "Thank you." I reached out for her, and she allowed me to pull her into my embrace. Warrior, slave, and refuge. I imagine we made a strange household, even then. But for me, for Cyl, and for Myr, it was to be a working, loving house for many years. Silence reigned in the small parlor room for a moment. Aimee' seemed to realize it was her turn to speak. "What happened to you and Myr?" Beth's smile was tinged with an intense sorrow. "That is another tale for another day, Aimee'. Not even the next lesson, but the one beyond that, I will tell you of sadness that not even love can save." She stood up slowly. "I see I have managed to pull one of Master Darryn's tricks. I have kept you much past your usual appointed time simply because rather than a lesson, I chose to tell you tales. Come, on with the cloak; although the snows have stopped it is still very cold out." Aimee' followed Bethsany's directions, collecting up her lesson books and pulling on her cloak. She looked up at Bethsany. "Thank you." "Nonsense, child. It's my job. That it is all true simply makes the telling seem richer. And it's good that this old sack of bones relive her happinesses once in a while. Good night, Aimee'. Give my regards to Master Darryn when you see him later this week." "I shall. Good night, Madame Bethsany." -- "Aimee', Chapter 6" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:37 MST 1993 Article: 14548 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.mtholyoke.edu!world!news.kei.com!sol.ctr.columbia.edu!howland.reston.ans.net!agate!library.ucla.edu!news.mic.ucla.edu!unixg.ubc.ca!nntp.cs.ubc.ca!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 7 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:34:38 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 918 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbn3u$n8v@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103041 alt.sex.stories:14548 AIMEE' Chapter VII ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ In the depths of a cold and still winter night, Bethsany stood by the window and committed an act rare and precious to her: she prayed. It was Tuesday, and in keeping with their agreement Aimee' was supposed to come and study with one of her girls. It had been three weeks since the last tale; on the two occassions since, Aimee's appearance had shown clear signs of abuse and struggle, and of the two occassions, she had looked worse the second time. Bethsany wondered if Teltirray was getting what he wanted out of Aimee', and if so, would it be enough. She knew now of Teltirray and his hunger. She understood him so clearly it terrified her. She knew, ever since she had killed the Centaur who had enslaved her, what it felt to take the pain of an enemy, and eventually, to take the life. She knew that an innocent could bring even stronger sensation. She knew how to feed on that. And she knew she could draw pleasure from it. It no longer made her wonder. She knew what kind of person could draw that kind of pleasure, for she was that kind of person. But she was also stronger than that. She knew what it meant to be human and not an animal. But few animals killed for pleasure. Man was one of those few. More than the pleasure of power, she understood the pleasures of love. She understood the joy of sharing. And she knew that life was for living and not taking. And so she prayed, quietly, to a name she had not invoked in many years. Kasho, the goddess who gives women strength, had been her guiding name for many years when she had lived in Darachmod, and now she called on the name again. A knock came at the door. She had been staring at the sky for some time, and now directed her attention at the ground. Footsteps in the snow marked the passage of a lone walker, footsteps that were slowly being obliterated by the fall of white flakes. She rose from where she knelt and walked to the door. "Yes?" she asked the girl who stood there when she opened. "Aimee' has arrived. I have sent her to see Rissim." "Was it that bad, Brandy?" The girl nodded slowly. Tears stood in her eyes. Bethsany drew her breath and sighed. Perhaps there would be no chance to tell Aimee' the final tale. Perhaps it would be better if she crammed both stories into one day. She debated. What she wanted, more than anything else, was to save Aimee's life. To preserve her from the horrors and pains that Teltirray inflicted upon her in his demands for more. She knew that he must have been making demands of both her personal strength and the magickal strengths that Darryn was helping to build within her. Although no mage can give another magical strength, when it exists in one, another can help give it meaning, focus, exercise, strength. Like the muscles of the body and the mind, the strength of magic must be exercised. Like the strength of love, and even that of compassion, doing leads to the strength to do more. Bethsany had chosen her path, as Darryn had his. She hoped Aimee' would have a worthy path to choose. "Take me," she finally said. Brandy turned and walked down the stairs. Down one flight, and then another, into the basement where Rissim, the chirugeon Beth kept in her employ, was applying alcohol to a wound over Aimee's left breast. It looked like a burn. Although she bore it stoically, the pain in the young girl's eyes was both apparent and undeniable. There could be no surcease. "Forgive me, Miss Bethsany, I... The chirurgeon will not allow me to kneel." "Don't you dare, Aimee'," Bethsany said, reaching down to touch Aimee's face. "You need not bow to me. You know that better than I do. Do not bow to me." "Yes, Miss." "Aimee', he will kill you." "Probably, Miss. This may even be our last talk." "I feared as much." Bethsany closed her eyes. "I had, at first, the wish to tell you two tales in as many visits, one of my day amongst the Braban, and of the day I lost Myr. I shall, instead, tell both together, although they were separated by many years. I want you to hear both of them, Aimee'." In her sickened heart, Bethsany cursed Teltirray. He at least had the "common decency" to allow his girls to hide themselves and then kill themselves when he reached this stage. Aimee', though, continued to play out the role of student with her teachers. Teltirray was as much as telling Darryn and Bethsany what he did to Aimee', and he did not care if they knew. Aimee stared, not saying a word. "Do you want to hear them?" "Yes, Miss." Bethsany glanced back at the Chirurgeon and at Brandy. Both had heard this tale once or twice before; another sit-through would hurt neither. It was in the early summer of the first year I lived in Darachmod that the Braban came to visit. Six of them appeared at, or perhaps I should say over, the gates of the city, smiling and waving. One has trouble imagining the Braban, but if the Darachmod have a living model, the Braban are it. Each woman of the Braban stood over twelve feet tall; each towered over any woman in Darachmod. One does not fear women like that, for one cannot; I merely stood in awe of their immensity. Having known the love of both Myr and Cyl, together and separately, I felt free to admit that I immediately knew lust for the women of the Braban. They were led into the city amongst singing and waving and cheering. These were clearly friends, beloveds. I had heard many stories about the Braban, of how they assisted their smaller sisters in many a battle, often appearing at the last minute. Nobody knew if they were goddesses or mortals or giants; all we knew was that they were our allies and, sometimes, our final help. That night, Darachmod became engulfed in a celebration honoring the arrival of the women of Brabant. A fire was cast in the center of the city on that hot summer night, pigs were slaughtered and spitted over cooking fires, and the wine flowed freely. I had a great surprise that night, although thinking back on it, I suppose it shouldn't have come so greatly. As a well-known warrior amongst the Darachmod, Cyl clearly could hold the attention of even a jaded Braban. But I was still speechless when she stepped up behind me. "I know that look in your eyes," she spoke to me slowly. "I know lust when I see it in you." She laughed gently then. "I see it every day when you look at Myr." I swallowed. "Cyl, do you feel upset that I feel that way for Myr, but not so strongly for you?" Cyl shook her head. "No, Beth, for I do not question the natural order of things. The moons, the seasons, and the snows come at their own times and sometimes not at all. The moons are always on time, the seasons usually, the snows usually not. Love... love is never on time. You love me in a different way. You warm me, Beth, and you make me cry." "Cry?" I asked, turning around. "I... I do not want to make you cry!" "It is a good cry, Beth. Do not be ashamed because I have tears of joy for you. I cannot explain. It comes from within. Myr is another different thing. She is your age, lithe of limb and strong of bone and lovelier than the summerest flowers to watch. Do not be ashamed of your love and your lust for her. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Please. Now, would you like me to introduce you to my friend?" "You have a friend amongst the giants?" I asked. "Viselle!" Cyl called out, attracting the attention of a blonde Braban, one of the largest, sitting by the fire with a large mug of beer and a larger grin. "Viselle, I would like you to meet Bethsany. Bethsany, Viselle. Both of you are amongst my most counted friends." Although she was sitting on the ground and I standing, her head and mine were at the same height. "It gladdens my heart to know the friend of a true warrior like Cyl. How did you come to know her? Cyl, she was not born here I take it?" Cyl shook her head. "We rescued her from a band of brigand Centaurs, the leader of which was using her as a toy for his gross lusts. After we attacked them, we found her standing over his dead body. A few of our arrows had slowed him down, but his final death had come from the blood he lost after she cut off his privates in revenge." "Truly?" the Braban asked me, stunned. I nodded, ashamed. I felt both pleasure and fear at the memory. Sometimes, the nightmares came back. "Well," Viselle said, "That is truly the kind of friend Cyl should know well, and take care of. You are so young. Myr's age?" "Yes, Miss." Viselle roared with laughter. The sound echoed throughout the city streets and passed over me like a spell of stunning. I'm afraid I pulled away slightly in fear. Her monstrous hand reached out to touch my shoulder, and I shied away further. "I will not hurt you, Beth. I want to know you as Cyl and Myr know you." I eased; her voice and manner were no longer threatening; with one simple sentence all my terror drained from me. Her hand gripped my shoulder gently, and I sensed the great strength held within it, many times that in my own hand. It covered me from my collar down to elbow. Try that, Aimee'. Place your hand on your shoulder and see how much it covers. Imagine that kind of touch over your entire body. I think few people try this experiment and would be surprised if they knew just how big their hands truly are. Perhaps artists, especially those who can get the hands right, know. "Vis! Vis! Vis!" she said. "Call me Vis! I am nobody's 'Miss,' Beth. I am a bloodied warrior and a true lover of women and nobody calls me anything but my name!" She laughed again. "I cannot imagine being a 'Miss' anything." She paused, thinking soberly, then said "Come, sit. Tell me your tales." I sat by her side and did as she asked, telling her my tales. I had very few by that time, although I think I had more than Myr. She had heard all of Myr's before, except for the ones about loving me. Myr managed to make me blush strongly with her talk, embarassing me with her frank talks about my beauty and my enthusiasms. I had a little revenge by replying back in kind, although it later in the conversation just how much I had revealed about myself in the doing. I drank beer, too, and I'm afraid I became a little drunk. Eventually, as the night grew cool I found myself lying against Vis' body, my head on her thigh, when I felt her hand caress the top of my head. That may not sound like much, but it was ecstacy to me. "You are very beautiful, Beth'Sany." "Th... thank you, Vis." "Don't thank me, Beth'Sany. If you have a deity, thank Her, for she gave you that beauty." Her hand stroked my arm slowly. I felt her massive body shift slightly, then felt her breath against the side of my face. "It is hard for someone sized as I to be subtle, but truly, I would like you and Myr to join me for the night." I didn't quite know what to say. I was frightened; would I even be noticed touching a body of her size? Would even two of us matter to her? She weighed many stone more than we did. And yet, my curiosity and lust won out. I wanted to know; I had to know. Apparently Myr did as well because the first thing she said after Vis spoke was, "Do you really mean that?" "I do," Vis said. "Your mistress, Cyl, and I had a few occassions between us many years ago. Do you remember, Cyl?" "Well I do, Vis. Take them, if they'll go." "I am going!" Myr replied. "Then I am too!" I insisted. Vis smiled and nodded. As she stood up, I had a strong awareness of several things. That she had drunk as much as Cyl, Myr, and I put together, that standing next to her she was even larger than I had imagined seeing her sitting on the ground, and that should she fall over anyone in the path of her dropping body. So we were careful to stay with her and yet to also stay quite far out of her way. She led us to her tent. The city had not rooms large enough for her or her friends anywhere, so they had set up tents in the center. Not that tents were required; the weather was both at its warmest and certainly was also surprisingly dry. Cyl had told me that it frequently rained at this time of year. Inside, all was as one would expect, with the one obvious difference: Everything was scaled to her size. She sat down hard on her sleeping cot. "Come here," she said, gesturing to us. I was easily in range of her grasp and she was still steady enough to catch me almost without effort. I giggled and as she gathered me up I grabbed ahold of her tunic and held on. "Vis?" I asked. "Yes, Beth?" "May I tell you you are beautiful?" "It's a lovely lie, Beth." Myr demurred. "But it is not a lie, Vis! You are beautiful." Vis smiled and held out her other hand. Myr took it; it was like seeing a massive glove cover Myr's hand and part of her arm. The delicacy of Vis' touch surprised me, as her hand stroked my back and dragged purrs from my lips. It's hard to forget that night, so special and different. I instantly fell into a wishful trance of wanting to help Vis, wanting to make her feel a pleasure that we all get so very rarely from the world around us. As the three of us stripped off our clothing, Vis tossed her shirt carelessly away, and it landed on me instead. I realized just how large she was; the cloth of her tunic was a tent to me; I could sleep under it and feel protected from colder winds. Naked, we descended upon one another, we three. My mouth found her chin first, as she pulled me up towards her. I cannot get across to you how large she was. My feet rested literally in the tangle of her pubic hair even as I strained to reach up and kiss her cheek. She was simply a giant. Her fingers were as thick as sausages. Myr and I crawled down between her thighs and, with plenty of room, licked at the enormous expanse of her sex, pulling her lips into our mouth. Her clitoris was the size of my thumb, large even for a woman of her size, and it took both of us to suck on it with, in turns. I filled her by placing my arm within her, halfway to my elbow before I reached the end of her vagina and touched her cervix. That, oh! Aimee, it was like touching magic. It was a doorway into that chamber that made her a woman. Everything else about her was made to support that one purpose, and there was none other. I'm sure others disagree with me and talk about the warrior spirit or the communal strength or whatever, but to bear children, that is the pleasure of a woman only. Men have warriors and men have communities, but they do not carry child. I feel... I feel so inadequate describing this night to you, Aimee', I want to tell you the joys of touching her, of feeling the wet slickness of her insides surrounding my arm, my wrist, my hand, of feeling the pulse of her blood against the skin. And when she returned the pleasure, her massive tongue against my cunt, Aimee, how can I describe it? There is no feeling like that in all the world, her broad pad, a little less accurate, a little more impressive. The slick wetness that invaded not just my cunt but covered my thights. And as she licked me, Myr covered my face with her own sex, doubling my pleasure until I was utterly lost to it. I came in spasm and moans that only Myr's muff prevented from being heard 'round the city whole! And once my pleasure was sated and we sat down to sleep, I reflected that no pleasure like that would ever stream through my body ever again. And in a way, I was correct, for even though I saw Vis every year for the next five years, and though I was to love with her in many a warm summer visit, nothing ever reached the joy and wonder of that first time. But the same, Aimee', was true of my loving of Myr. Yet my pleasures with her grew greater, not less, at the turn of the seasons. With her, I grew to treasure constancy and comfort, not adventure and change. And she gave it in equal measure. We were lovers and friends, stability in the changing sea of women. And I did love her so. What changed? Ah, that is the question. For Myr asked for her freedom from Cyl because of my friendship. And Cyl granted it without reservation. I thought myself the happiest woman that ever lived. What changed, dearest Aimee', was a discovery that started with Vis and ended with a tragedy. The tragedy was not something unusual or dramatic, except perhaps to my story. Myr died. In the most simple of ways, too. We were picking apples in the city orchard, doing our duty to ourselves and our city, when she fell from a branch and broke her leg. The leg never healed; indeed, it grew worse. Something within her grew out, burst in pain. Finally, she slipped into that merciful sleep where the embattled go to escape the pain, and she never returned. She died within a month. Bethsany wiped a tear from her eyes as the girl named Brandy wrapped her arms around her. "I am sorry, Momma," the young girl said, kissing Bethsany's face. Bethsany reached back and hugged her. "I will be find, Brandy," she said softly. "It is an ancient tragedy. I know, that makes it no less tragic, but the wounds of it have healed and now I face a world with less fear. But perhaps with less love." "Bethsany?" Aimee's face was stained with slight tears, like the old matron's. "How did you come to leave Darachmod? That was the second half of your tale." "Aye," Bethsany replied. "So it was. And we have not much time to tell it. But I shall endeavor to do my best." In the spring of the following year, as in every year, the women of Darachmod prepared to travel down to the city of Melefar to trade the products of the past winter's efforts. Darachmod was poor in metals but rich in growing things, and frequently the lower cities coveted the fruits of our fields. We used this to our advantage, dressing our travellers in great baubles of steel and copper, outfitting our warriors with the brightest of armors. Lost in all that and as badly in grip of their testicles as ever, the metalsmiths of Melefar were easy prey for the deals of our best merchants. I asked to go with them. It was a trade I wished to learn and, truth be known, I could no longer stand to live in the house that Myr had built. Perhaps not the outside shell, but every trace of the indoors looked of her and smelt of her. Her herbs I still found in the pantry; one whiff of her favorite cilantro and melancholy swept me. I needed to get away from my memories, and alcohol did not answer my needs. Dyn readily agreed, as did Cyl. Both knew that I might not return, that the men of Melefar would easily treasure a beauty of Darachmod for themselves, and although I no longer presented myself easy prey to their crude wishes I knew I could easily summon the desire of any of their lesser minds. We headed out on a rainy morning in early spring. Although the weather was wet, it was also lovingly warm. I had come to view all the blessings of nature as gifts, and this was truly one of them. Better, perhaps, was that by afternoon the rain cleared, the road never so badly mudded as to foul the asses. The company was twelve strong, eight warriors lightly armored astride the beautiful chargers, and my three merchanting companions, who were named Tann, Fahr, and Fela. Tann was by far the loveliest of the three, a raven-haired women with eyes the palest blue the clearest sea had ever seen. Soft and round, she quickly chose me as her bedmate and I joyfully agreed. Although the beautiful strength of Myr and Cyl and Vis and Dyn had their attractions, I recognized that I was destined to be a big woman, as I am now, and I found such a body as Tann's beautiful to behold. At first, I was concerned that I had become attracted to a woman who had no interest in lovemaking, but I found a few days later that I was wrong. She was simply slower than most. I found that reassuring. She wanted my pleasures, but only if we were both sure of our willingness to share. On the fourth night we camped in the forest at the foot of the mountains, six days from Melefar, when she finally turned to me. "Beth, do you think me beautiful?" "Tann?" I whispered, surprised. "How can you ask? You are the most beautiful woman in this entire dozen!" "Don't let Fahr here you say that," Tann whispered back in the dark, "She's not known for her lack of jealousy." I nodded, smiling, as she closed the distance between us and her lips found mine, kissing earnestly. I knew by then how not to keep my hands off a woman and reached out to stroke her belly through the rough texture of the lace she wore underneath her heavier dayclothes. We tumbled to the bedding as her breasts tumbled out of her outfit. Hers were very large and lovely, with a touch of droop that accentuated her completely. I could bury myself in them and inhale forever. On the other hand, although I was destined to be a big woman I was forever doomed to have small hills for teats, firm but not very impressive. I was to forever envy women who had large breasts, but I was also to find great pleasure in them, too. She giggled as I played with hers, caressing them back and forth. "Now, Beth," she chided playfully, "Let me have my fair share, too." She pushed me back onto the bed and undressed both of us, tossing aside her clothing. She smelled of lilacs and light, and her hair had the scent of honey as it fell in straight lines down about her face. She kissed me as her fingers sought out my privates and stroked my lips. We kissed with our tongues. She slowly pushed my legs apart as her fingers sought deeper. I coated them with my wetness. She gasped at my enthusiam, I think, because she told me later her nipples were not all that sensitive, and in a city of women large breasts were common. But I had gone for so long without the attention of anyone that the caresses of one woman were more than enough to inflame me. Her fingers went deeper within me. I was completely entranced by the feeling of her within me; Myr, for some reason, had not liked have fingers inside her and avoided putting her fingers into me. What Tann was doing was something of a treat. She slid down between my thighs and pressed her sweet mouth to my lips, licking the insides of my thighs. She told me to look at her, and I did just in time to watch her pull her fingers from my cunny and place them in her mouth, her lips pursed around them to catch every last droplet of moisture. Then she slid them back into me, her warm breath sweeping over my mound, and then the touch of her tongue to my mound. I grew light- headed with the pleasure she gave me. She licked as well as any woman knew how, her mouth absolutely talented with its pressures and pleasures. Her tongue flickered over my clit and her fingers stroked the walls of my cunt, finding all the secret places here and there within me, making my chest heave with gasps and moans. She was a merchant, but like me she was also a farmer, and one of the many things we carried to market were early summer squash, shaped like a man's sex. Although I don't think any healthy man has had a sex that was dark, textured green, nor have I ever seen one that really had the rounded corners this one did to make it look round. She reached into the basket by her bed and pulled one out; I watched, a little scared, as she pulled it up under her chin between my thighs. "Easy," she said gently as the cold tip of the vegetable touched the insides of my thighs. It slid along my leg until it pressed against the skin between them. Her fingers pulled me a little more open and the tip of the squash slid into me. I gasped from the cold. That was one chilly vegetable. At first. But as Tann licked my sensitive flesh and coaxed two explosions from me, she began to slide the squash back and forth. I was fuller than I had been since killing Styur, and suddenly I knew what I wanted. I wanted the attention of man. None of these thoughts, however, distracted me from what Tann was doing. At least, not much. I gasped and twisted under her expert mouth, until finally I found myself gently hitting her shoulders to get her to stop; I could take no more. She told me, "You are beautiful, Beth." But I didn't hesitate, getting up as the squash slid out of me and pushing her to the bedding. I wanted to feast on her. One of the reasons I love bigger girls is that they have such soft bellies, and a belly is what defines a woman. Surely, we have teats and cunts, but it is in there that I find the definition of woman. I kissed and licked hers, punishing it with peppered kisses, licking at her belly button and her breasts, sliding down between her legs and kissing her large thighs, looking forward to the taste of her cunny. She had no hair down there. I found that a mystery in the extreme, but she later explained that she shaved it off at her home-love's request. "It gets in the teeth," she said. Her cunny was baby smooth and soft, and as I kissed the lips I realized that the fat of her body caused even those to swell. Perhaps I make Tann sound to be the world's largest woman. Not at all true; she was actually smaller than I am now. But for her, the softness was distributed to perfection, in her teats, her softened belly, her legs and her cunt. I licked at her as she parted her legs; her fluids were the sweet droplets of a woman who rarely, if ever, ate meat, clear and, I swear Aimee', as pure water-blue as her eyes. She oozed sweetness and I licked at every little drop that coursed from her hole down the line of her buttocks. I pressed my face between her thighs, getting myself thoroughly wet as I licked at her sweetness, slopping as a happy pig against her fluids, tasting the reddening pinkness of her vagina and suckling, literally, on her clitoris. Apparently I did a good job, too. As I seized the squash and pressed it inwards, she moaned and twisted and came, her fists striking the floor of the tent. Her legs trembled and threatened to squeeze me between them, but she knew better than that; I would have stopped if I lost air, after all. When we were done, we cleaned each other up as well as we could without leaving to find a stream and bedded down for the night. As was the custom, we took over an Inn, two women to a room. The best Inn for our purposes was a place called the Tired Dog, a name fitting with the feeling we women had as we fell into the place. Tired and dogged. Although I was well and easily familiar with life in cities when I was 13, I was now nineteen years old and found my memories and my vision disagreeing on a few points. None of them were any great deals by themselves, but added up they made me wonder if perhaps I had been away from cities too long. The next day we made our deals and sold our wares. I was surprised at how easily we wangled deals out of men who, to other men, looked to be the stingiest and most unfair dealers in all the world. It was more fun then was fair, I guess. But at night, as we headed back towards the Tired Dog, I realized that I wanted this life again. I wanted to stay in the city, return to city life and enjoy the hustle and bustle of the city. And, worst of all, I found myself staring at men with an eache in my loins that would not go away. I didn't know what to do with it at all, and I was afraid to ask Tann about it. That night, Tann turned in early. Although I probably could have interested her in play, she didn't seem all that lively that night, as if the day's contact with men had drained her of the energy to spend on women. I, on the other hand, decided to spend at least some of my evening downstairs. Three of the warriors from Darachmod were also down there, so I didn't think I would have any trouble. As I made my way back downstairs into the darkened tavern, the sounds of uproarious laughter reached my ears. I wondered what they were doing down there that could be so entertaining. My eyes looked across the room, where they were all pointed, and I could see the target of their laughter... a stage had been erected and a puppet show was in progress. There were two characters on the stage, one a man and the other a woman, and through the artistry of such control as puppets take the woman was beating the man with a skillet. The audience seemed to think it was uproariously hilarious. "No, m'lady!" the man's voice came from behind the curtained puppet stage, "I meant the fat on the meat! The meat!" "That's not what you were staring at!" The audience roared again. I guess I missed the starting part of the joke since I didn't see anything funny in the punch line. Oh, well. The play ended shortly, to be followed by another, again a sort of comedy, this time about a cruel husband who loses his manhood in the end. The women in the audience all loved it, but the men were grabbing their crotches to protect themselves by the time the play ended. As I was watching, though, I felt very strange. Because the voice of the young man playing all the males parts was entrancing. I don't know if it was the fact that, for the first time, there were men all around me, or what, but I knew that that young man, in particular, was holding my fancy without a doubt. His voice entranced me. "We're going to take some air," I heard him say. "It gets a bit stifling under here. Misha, if you will?" A young woman's head poked up from behind the stage, her hands full of puppet strings and the wooden slats to hold them. She smiled as she put them aside and brushed her full, black hair back out of the way. My heart felt heavy; and I found myself hoping that she and the man back there with her did not have something between them. I was confused, Aimee, so confused. It got no better when he finally stuck his hea out from behind the curtain as well. He, too, had a full head of long, black hair. His eyes were large and bright and he had a smile on his sweaty face that would charm the viriginity out of even the most innocent of maidens. I had to get to know him. And then he stepped out from behind the curtain. Aimee', you don't know what confusion is until the lust and desires I was feeling are blended with the fear and loathing that accompanied that motion, for he was a centaur. Not a monstrous large one like Stuyr and his band. No, this young man'taur was only a few inches taller than I was, and yet I wanted him. And I feared him. Yet he seemed so likeable, so approachable. But, he was an actor. I did know if his look was as much facade as the voiced he took on when he played behind the curtain. And yet, I did not want to fear him. I wanted to approach him. And so I did. As he grabbed a mug of beer and stepped outside into the cool spring night air, I followed him. He was standig there, just outside the door, staring up a the stars. "Sir?" I asked. "Hello," he said, turning to me with a smile. "Are you enjoying the show? Say, you're not one of those women from Darachmod, are you?" I nodded, fearfully. "Yes, I am." "I understand you had a little trouble with the Atrimadt last year. They are a brutal people, the Atrimadt." "I do not know the word." "The barbarian Centaurs from the north who were flushed out in the last great war up there. They took refuge in your mountains, I understand." I knew instantly he was talking about Stuyr's tribe. "I want to assure you that not all Centaurs are like that, just as I'm sure you know not all humans are wont to be kind and loving, either. I'm glad your people wiped them out in the end. They deserved it. And their bloodline has been preserved elsewhere. We'll keep the breed alive, but hopefully not the attitude." He grinned and sipped his beer. "What's your name?" "Bethsany," I replied, nervously. "Adam," he said, reaching out a hand. I took it, and he shook gently. "Glad to meet you, Bethsany. I'm always pleased to meet someone who actually comes out and thanks me for my work. It doesn't happen nearly as often as I'd like." "Adam," a voice came from the door. "Time to get started again." "I haven't even finished one mug!" "That's because you're slow. Come on!" The female centaur, Misha he had called her, stood there, waiting for him, tapping her front hoof. "In a second," he said. She tossed her hair in annoyance and walked back inside. "You see what I have to live with?" "Are you and she... ?" He laughed. "A long time ago. Misha and I work together very well, but we've no bent to be lovers anymore." He gave me a curious look. "Why do you ask?" "I... I..." He smiled. "It's just a body and a voice, Bethsany. I do this for a living." With that, he walked back into the Inn. I watched the whole show, enraptured by him. I don't think there was anything to it other than my curiousity, my lust, and an instinct that said he was right. He would be safe. And I wanted him to be, at least for one night, mine. As the show was breaking down, he waved to me. "Did you really watch me all night long?" "Uh-huh," I said to him. "I... " I looked away. I couldn't look him in the eyes and say what I wanted to say. "I haven't ever been with a gentle man." "Do you suspsecty me of being gentle?" I nodded, looking up into his eyes. He laughed. "You may be right. But I am a Centaur, Bethsany." I looked away again. "I know. I could handle that." "How do you know? You're a woman of Darachmod. Have you ever slept with a man, much less a Centaur?" I found the courage Darachmod had given me and looked into his face. "Adam, I know I could handle you. I was not origianlly a woman of Darachmod. I was a slave of the... the... whatever you called them." His eyes went wide. "And you're alive? Oh Gods, that's... I'm sorry. I didn't know... What are you doing coming to me?" "I... I don't know!" I whispered. "I wish I understood myself, but I don't." I reached out and touched him on the arm. "All I know is that I want you... to... " "Take you to bed?" He sounded surprised. I wonder why. I nodded. "Please?" "What if..." He glanced across the room, where one of the warriors from Darachmod sat, watching us with guarded eyes while we talked. "I will talk to her." He gave me a strange look, then nodded. I walked over to where she stood. "Selam? I am... spending tonight in Adam's company." She nodded. "The time was coming." She smiled, rested her hand on my arm. "Never forget, Beth'Sany, that we all love you much. One day, you will understand." She rose and left, leaving me alone. Alone but for Adam. Like a guilty child, I followed him up the stairs to his room. Inside, he turned around (no mean feat for someone built the way he was!) and pulled me into his grasp. I was surprised, but the smell of his skin so close to my nostrils inflamed my desire. I did not understand it, but it was somewhat akin to the shame I felt when I had climaxed beneath Styur all those times. Only, for this time, I was allowed to feel pleasure. To enjoy the touch of my centaur lover, whom I had chosen for my bedmate tonight. Whom I wanted. "Oh, Bethsany, what are you doing in my room?" He looked me in the eyes. "Don't you know I'm going to leave tomorrow? Is that fair?" "Yes," I breathed. "For there is no danger in loving you except what you choose to do, Adam. I just need to be treated right tonight." "Very well," he smiled, touching the sides of my face with his hands and lifting my gaze to meet his. He pulled me close, and I waited. But instead of my lips, his mouth first touched my nose, then my cheek. And then he kissed my mouth. I moaned, Aimee', with a lust I knew was pure and honest. This was what I wanted, truthfully, and I could not give it up. I missed the attentions of men. Although I loved women, and indeed, once I'd saturated myself of men for a while had returned to the loving arms of women again for many years afterwards, now, right now I needed the arms of a man. And Adam was it. My hands roamed his chest, touching his body through the simple shirt he wore. I looked up at him. "Take this off," I implored him. He did, dropping to the floor at our feet. I am not a tall woman, but he was barely taller than I was. I wondered at the size of his cock. I wanted to find out. And I craved the idea of it being within me. I touched his naked chest. His skin was light-olive and creamy soft; my hands glided over it as if they were oiled, even though I knew his skin was dry. I looked down and touched his nipples, caressing them. He gasped and shivered. "Strong!" "Sorry," I said. "No, no, I like that. It's just that it is a strong sensation. Please, be more careful when you do that." "I shall," I replied. I grabbed him by the bicep and pulled him towards the bed. We fell into it together, and I laughed gently. "We're being so serious! This is pleasure!" "I don't want to hurt you." "If you hurt me, I will tell you. Just like you told me." I kissed him again, trying to treat him with the same strength I apply towards a woman. He responded eagerly, and finally his hands found the courage to caress my breasts. I gasped and moaned as his hands found the skin and caressed the flesh of my breasts. Any of my girls will tell you I love to have my breasts touched, caressed, grabbed and stroked. And he did. "Harder," I moaned, telling him what I wanted, and feeling him give it to me. He pulled at my nipples, and oh, Aimee', when he closed his lips about my nipples I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I wanted him, I wanted all of him. I felt his hands caressing my thighs, his fingers plying between them, seeking my insides, and when he found them his fingers made liquid, squishing sounds. I was wet. My hair was sodden with wants, and I admit that. I wanted him so bad. He pushed me back on the bed and dove between my legs with his head, licking and kissing me. I was pulling up the bedsheets in mad, passionate lust, Aimee'. There was no telling what I would do next, I was so crazed at the stroking, kissing, pleasing touching he was doing to me. I couldn't go on forever like that, or could I? His tongue was probing my secrets, and I knew one rumor was dead. The women of Darachmod beleived that no man could or would lick a woman properly. Oh, but he knew! He did! I climaxed under his tongue, Aimee, and I could not believe it when it happened. I was delerious with pleasure even as I came, struggling underneath his strong grip. He was holding me down, stopping my thrashing body from going anywhere. Yet I knew if I has said "Let me go!" he would have. Finally, he did stop, and I think it was mostly because he knew I was tiring. I could barely move by the fifth or sixth climax. Oh, yes, I lost count. I looked up from him, brushing the hair from my eyes, and then dove upon him, kissing him and biting his lips before sliding down to his torso. And then onto the horse of him, desperate for more of him. I found his cock hidden between his rear legs. It was large, but after Styur nothing would ever be quite so dangerous. I kissed and licked at it, and he needed no encouragement. It dropped out and slid forward. And still, I was a madwoman, because I tried to get all of it into my mouth. I went crazy. I wanted him. He tasted heady, like warm flesh should, with the sent of horse and man and sweat and even a little piss as I tasted his cock and felt the slick skin against my tongue. I slid down until it was at the back of my mouth and I was gagging. I wanted more of him. I took him out, though, and stroked his cock with my hands while I buried my nose in the musky heft of his balls, tasting the furred sac that carried them and licking up the sweat that had collected there while he had labored under the hot flap that formed part of his curtain. His fingers were still touching my cunt, still urging me onwards. I was soaking. He was hard and gasping. "Bethsany," he sighed. "Adam," I replied, looking up at him. I slid off and away from him. "Fuck me." "Now?" "Now," I gasped. I slid off the edge of the bed and dropped my feet to the floor, spreading my legs wide. I wanted my ass to be high in the air, an unmistakable target for him. He grinned and slid off the bed as well. "Very beautiful. You are a wildcat, Bethsany." "I want to be your mare, not your cat!" "In either event, you're definitely a pussy worth taking." He walked forward, taking care not to step on my feet with his forelegs. I felt his body cover mine, felt his hands in my hair. "Beth... How gentle do you want me to be?" "Not at all," I moaned. "I've had enough gentleness." "Then if I do this, it's okay?" He reached down and gathered up my hair in his hands, pulling it hard. I moaned. "Yes, yes, that's more than okay!" He took that as a cue. He slid his hard cock up against my cunt and began to push, the head slowly finding its way inside me, and the rest of it following. He pulled my hair harder, forcing my head down to the bed by the bend of my neck even as his huge cock found its way into my cunt. I felt him enter me as his cock filled my belly. I swooned, passionately wishing for more. I knew I could take him forever. He thrust me down to the bed, pressing me against it. I was sandwiched between the thrusting of his heavy belly and the mattress, and I was filled with the passion of his huge and lovely cock. I came as he fucked me, Aimee', over and over. Madly, screamingly. I'm afraid I may have woken up some of the other guests of the Inn. His back haunches thrust into me over and over, the lips of my cunt spread open for him and I felt the heat of his balls more than their impact with every push. I gasped and groaned, twisted and whispered his name. "Oh, Beth!" he cried as his climax grew closer, and finally he came with a shout, his thrusts fast and hard as he finished his act, pushing me down to the bed even harder. I feared being crushed, and I found that idea thrilling. I climaxed again! He was so wonderful. Afterwards, he stood up and slid off of me. I didn't move for several minutes, but lay there quivering as he sweetly grabbed a soft towel and cleaned the centaur fluids that dripped down my legs. "Beth, are you alright?" "Uh-huh," I replied He reached under my shoulders and slowly turned me over. I was completely deranged by then, unable to move from the pleasure he had given me. And then he said, "I'd like you to stay until Misha awakens us." "Adam, I would love to." He smiled and pulled back the covers for both of us. We cuddled together for a while, and then I fell asleep in his arms. When I awoke the next morning, he had one arm tossed over me and one rearleg dangling over the side of the bed. And I can't tell you how good it felt to have a male's arms wrapped around me. I wanted it to never end. But one thing the women of Darachmod taught me, and that was to keep my promises. When Misha woke us, I kissed him gently, thanked him, and returned to Tann. And I let Adam go without a word. I spent another year with the Darachmod before... A knock sounded at the door of the brothel. "Bethsany! You have my student in there! Open up, you've had her for far too long!" Aimee' whimpered, and Bethsany recognized the voice too. Teltirray had come to claim his possession. Brandy and Rissim both turned to look at the door, and then both turned to give Bethsany the same look. Bethsany returned the glance, equally angry. "I can't. I can't fight him." "He'll kill her!" Rissim whispered. "He'll kill us all if we don't," Bethsany replied. She stood up, suprisingly fast for her bulk. "Rissim, tell him we're downstairs. Aimee', come with me." Aimee' joined Bethsany as they fled down the stairs. "Rissim is right. He will kill you." "No. You're right. He's not going to kill us. Aimee', I may end up hating myself for the rest of my life, because I've come to like you very much. But I won't see my household suffer pointless." She began rummaging through a large, wooden chest, coming up with a small necklass of silvery links. "Here, take this. It was... It was Myr's. It has no magic. It just has my memories. Take it." Aimee' stared. "It's all I can do!" Bethsany whispered. "Please." Aimee took the necklass and put it on, just as the two women heard the door upstairs rack open. "Bethsany! Where do you have my student?" "Down here, Master Teltirray," Bethsany replied, trying to be calm. "I was just finishing up. I'm sorry it took so long." "Damn too long." The tall and imposing Teltirray walked down the stairs. His bald head glinted in the lantern light, but he looked like he meant Bethsany no harm... at least not right now. "I came to collect her. I realized it was late, and I was walking by. I had assumed she would be home, but when I called my servant he said she had not arrived." He reached out for Aimee's arm. "I see you have helped her recover from this mornings... exercises." His smile was so foul Bethsany had to repress an urge to reach up and choke the life out of him. "Good. Come, Aimee', we have some learning to do this night." He started to haul her out of Bethsany's establishment. "Master Teltirray?" Bethsany asked. "When will we be seeing Aimee' again?" "Next week, as usual." He paused. "If she makes it through her lessons. Good night." Even before she had her cloak about her shoulders, he tossed her out into the snow, walked out the door, and slammed it shut behind him. "What do we do now, Miss Beth?" Brandy asked. Bethsany was stunned at the Teltirray's brazenness. He had as much as admitted that he was eventually going to kill Aimee'. She looked from Brandy to Rissim, then back to Brandy. "We call Mabel and Riza. And we pray." -- "Aimee', Chapter 7" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:46 MST 1993 Article: 14549 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.mtholyoke.edu!world!news.kei.com!eff!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 8 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:35:30 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 346 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbn5i$ncg@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103042 alt.sex.stories:14549 AIMEE' Chapter VIII ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The bitter cold whipped against Aimee's face. "My cloak, sir. Please!" "It is of no matter, Aimee'," Teltirray hissed, impatiently. He disliked waiting, especially when a stupid girl like Aimee' slowed him down. Although even he had to admit that she was less stupid than most. Her beauty, like flawless amber, attracted him to her, and he had known so many months ago that he had to possess her. He had arranged with the idiot at the orphanage to "tutor" her, so long as all record of her existence disappeared off their books. If she died, there would be no investigation. He knew that. He had paid good money for that little "feature." He smiled. "Feature." The convenience of sloughing off one of these simple creatures was something he would easily pay for, just to be done with it. Especially in these later years, now that he had found a route to power that once he had only dreamed of. For that route, though, Aimee' was almost entirely used up. Her body could not withstand the pleasures he sought for much longer, although he had to admit that both Bethsany and Darynn had trained her very well, for although his need for violence had increased a great deal, so had her survivability, just by her strength. He would call on their services again to train the next one. Aimee' was sobbing silently as he hauled her through the snowbound streets. "Silence, girl!" he snarled at her. That insufferable noise would drive him mad after too long, and he could not bear to hear it. "You will have plenty of tears when we get home." "Sir, please. I cannot!" "Oh, you certainly can, Aimee'. Because I so will that you can." "Sir!" "I said shut up!" He released her long enough to slap her across the face, then grabbed her by the hair and pushed her in front of him. They reached his small, round home soon enough, and the doors opened to let him in. "Good evening, sir," his chamberlain said. "I will be in the upper chambers tonight, Ricar. See to it that I am not disturbed." "Of course, sir." Teltirray watched, pleased, as he bowed and walked away, his back stiff and strong. Men were like that, he thought, strong. Even the ones who could not do magic deserved his respect far more than the soft, pathetic forms of the lesser sex, although the magic-less always deserved to be the chattel of men like him. He led her up the flights of stairs and into his bedroom. "Remove your clothes." "Sir..." "Do it!" he growled. "Or I'll flay the skin from your bones." Aimee' looked away, and Teltirray saw her jaw clenched in anger. He smiled to himself, knowing that she was helpless to do anything. She would submit to his whims. She removed her boots, then slowly undid her pants, picking up one leg at a time and sliding out of them. She tossed the scarf aside, but as she removed her shirt she hesitated. Teltirray saw a curious smile cross her face. "You're dawdling!" His anger grew as she hesitated longer, but finally she threw her tunic aside with a snarl. Teltirray laughed. "Is my pussy kitty angry?" he asked, soft and sarcastic. "Get on that bed!" She hesitated, and he swore. Without a word, he thought his favorite spell in her direction, simple Pain, and she buckled over, agonized. Her stomach would tie itself into knots fighting the pain he was feeding her if he didn't let up. Finally he did. "Now, get on the bed, Aimee'." "You'll kill me anyway," she gasped, looking up at him. He backhanded her. Although a mage and not a warrior, he was still a strong man, and she staggered back, landing on the bed. He reached down and snatched her right wrist, wrapping a black band around it. "I could make it more painful, you know," he growled. "It already hurts!" "I'll make it worse!" he replied. "You weak bitch." He turned her over, and although she fought, his strength made her less than a rag doll, and he affixed another black band to her left wrist. "Take her," he said to the air, and the bands pulled her into the air. She whimpered. "That's it," he smiled at her. "That's it. Try and remember the spells Darynn taught you. Try and use them. Save yourself as much as possible. It'll just make my pleasure last longer." Aimee' concentrated. She tried to find the spells she knew, and in the back of her mind they were marshalling to her defense. Chants flowed from her lips, soft and sensuous to her tongue as they healed her wounds and eased her pain. "Good," Teltirray sniggered. "That's it. Make it last longer." Her chest heaved as she breathed, gasping the words to spells that might make her last one more minute. She felt his hand caress her belly, her thighs. More bands went onto her ankles, and Teltirray spread her legs apart. His magic glued her to the wall over his bed like some obscene statue. She had spent more than one night like that, over his head, forced to sleep that way for his amusement. His hands touched her almost gently. "Say goodbye, Aimee'." She looked down at him, holding her voice for a moment. All she said was, "Goodbye." Teltirray grimaced, taking up a heavy, knotted scourge in his hands. "Now," he said, "Scream for me." The wall behind Aimee' grew warm, and she felt the flow of magic through it. She didn't know what the magic was, but she could feel it coursing into her, as if seeking something within her. It wasn't just magic... it was alive. And it was looking for something within her, but she could almost feel it's frustration and she knew it didn't know how to find what it was looking for. Teltirray was smiling at her, his eyes alight with madness. "It's a demon," he said. "A friend. It... supplies me with the knowledge I need. The cost, of course, is you. Not that I mind." His smile twisted into an ugly snarl. "It needs your pain, Aimee', but eventually even that won't do. Then, it wants your life. But it doesn't know how to find it." He looked down at the whip. "Pain is also his map. And this... this will show him the way." He shouted as he brought the whip down against her body. The blades of black leather crashed against her belly and she grunted in sharp pain. The whip fell again, the tails landing hard against her thighs. She squirmed, holding her tongue in, trying not to scream. The presence within her turned, seeking. The whip came again, against her chest. Ugly red streaks grew from her skin. As Teltirray struck her, harder and harder, he began cursing her. "I let Darynn teach you too well how to handle pain." His efforts grew harder as he slammed the whip into her skin, torturing her, giving her all the pain and suffering he could inflict. The presence within her lived on the pain, enjoying it as much as it seemed ready to enjoy her death. She could not afford to give in. But the whip was too persuasive. She bled from a dozen tortured slashes, the crimson fluid coursing down her body. Darynn had told her, once, about how precious blood was, and Bethsany had talked about the magic of menstrual blood, and she herself knew what it meant to drop it to the soil. The whip fell once more, and finally she screamed. "Yes!" Teltirray shouted as he whipped her. "Scream, Aimee', scream!" She did. She twisted and tore at her impenetrable bonds. Teltirray's face was covered in sweat, his muscles bunched, the whip flying over his head to strike at her body again and again in long, angry slashes. Aimee' cried and screamed as the tears dripped off her chin and the blood streamed down her body and dripped from her toes onto Teltirray's pillow. And as she screamed, her body fighting without her control, her mind came oddly to peace. The demon was coming for her soul, now, and she found she could live with that. She opened her eyes. In the background, she heard the sounds of the whip and the screams of her mouth, but in her eyes she saw only a door. A curious, oaken door, encarved with runes, and at the center it read, simply, Aimee'. She knew where she stood, and she knew there was no reason to fight. She threw the door open and waited for the demon to come for her. It came. A green, ugly thing, shaped like a man with the head of a cow and the muscles of some corrupt machine, it charged for her, its face lewd and grinning. But as it lunged for the door, she felt a coolness about her throat, and then something... someone blocked her view. A sword of icy blue flickered in her vision, and a squeal of indignant pain echoed out in the corridors of her mind. Then the body in her way was gone, running after the demon it... she had struck with the sword. She was dressed in leathers of the same cold blue of the sword. Aimee' looked out, wondering what she was staring it. The sky was a light grey color, and before her spread a cold, flat, sheet of dark grey ice. In the distance, two figures fought, the woman with the sword, and the green and hateful demon. The demon sprang for the woman, and the woman blocked the airborne monster with an easy swipe of the sword. The demon thudded across the ice. "Girl!" she shouted at Aimee'. "You must kill Teltirray! I will not be able to hold this creature forever!" "I don't know how!" "Yes, you do! Now go!" The woman gestured, and a blue bolt flew at Aimee', striking her body. She looked out into the world. Her vision was blurred, and Teltirray was panting, holding the whip in one hand, but he was not hitting her anymore. "Why don't you die?" he screamed at her. "Die, you stupid bitch! Die!" He looked at her, his eyes fixed at her. "I'll make you hurt so much the demon will be sure to find your soul. To the Dark with whips." He reached forward, his hand on her belly, and began chanting. Aimee' recognized the spell, The Pain That Will Kill, and accepted it into her body. Her nerves began to burn. Teltirray had used this spell on her before, and she had learned, if not to enjoy it, to at least understand it. And as the pain reached into her soul, she heard the clash of claws and steel within. She grinned at Teltirray. "Die, damn you!" Teltirray's eyes narrowed as the sweat poured from his balding head. "Die!" But Aimee' refused to die. She refused to let him win. And as she accepted The Pain That Will Kill, she recognized the sensation. She knew that spell. She had seen it in a mirror once, as The Pleasure That Sings. She had seen it a long time ago. In a book. Darynn's book. And she knew how to use The Pleasure That Sings. And in knowing, she saw the differences between the two spells. With an almost casual, contemptuous thought, she turned Pain inside out and claimed it as her own. The look in Teltirray's face turned from hatred to shock as he felt his hand burn. Flames erupted in his imagination. Surely he had to be on fire! He backed away from her, feeling The Pain That Will Kill for the first time directed at his own flesh. He screamed as the pain became instantly more than he could bear. Aimee' had no trouble maintaining the spell. It didn't matter anymore if the power she needed to kill him killed her as well. His demon was busy, his power expended, his concentration ruined. She had him. She stepped away from the wall and fell to the bed, crumpling to her knees. In her soul, sword and claws clashed. And she knew who wielded the sword. It could only be. "That necklace!" Teltirray shouted. "Bethsany! That bitch! I'll kill her when I'm finished with you!" He leapt for, his hands upon her, grabbing for her throat. Aimee' panicked, and in her instinctual reaction her knee came up solidly between his legs. Pain redoubled pain in Teltirray's belly, and he doubled over, grabbing at his crotch, his eyes closed with suffering. "And, now, Master Teltirray, it's over." Seizing a heavy candlestick holder from the bedside, she smashed it down on his head. He grunted in surprise, but seemed unable to summon any more than that to his defense. She struck him again. Over and over until his skull staved in and his heart stopped beating. And then, in her own blinding pain from the suffering he had inflicted with the whip, she collapsed, falling off the bed and onto the floor. She crawled, slowly, to her cloak, pulling it over her. The magic had stopped, and with it her strength had fled. She had only one thought now, one thing to sustain her. Sobbing softly, she opened the door and limped down the stairs. She escaped through the service door in the kitchen. The snow bit bitterly into her feet, making her wince as she walked, but she never slowed down. The cold ate at her through the rough, thick wool. It didn't matter. Her tears grew stronger, yet in the dead of winter even the hardiest thief dared not go out, and she walked across the city, block after frozen block, unmolested and alone. Finally, her pain reaching blinding proportions again, she found the door she sought. She collapsed in front of it, moaning softly in pain as she scabbed her knee on the icy stone, and pounded on the heavy oaken door with the flesh of her palm. A rustle within, a questioning inquiry through the door, a familiar tickle of magic. Then, the sudden rush of bolts being thrown and wards being broken. The door threw open. "Aimee'!" Darynn reached down and picked her up, carrying her inside. The door closed behind him. "You must be frozen!" She suddenly realized that he was holding her. With a whimper, she threw her arms around him and held onto him for her life, realizing that she was safe, finally. Tears broke out of her again, and his arms surrounded her while she cried her final cry, letting out the last year of pain and suffering, giving it to Darynn, and then to the past. "He's dead," she gasped at one point. "He's dead." "Are you sure?" Aimee' nodded. "I... I crushed his skull." A snarl crossed her pretty mouth as her eyes searched Darynn's face, looking for confirmation. "I dropped him to the floor with Pain and then I took the candlestick and hit him again and again and again until his blood and his brains ran over the bedsheets! He's dead, Darynn, he's dead!" "Certainly sounds like it." He gave her a gentle squeeze. "You're bloody all over, Aimee'." "Hurts," she agreed softly. "I... I need to get clean. And my boots. I forgot to take the laces out of them. I need to get back..." Darynn recognized that kind of logic as belonging to someone in a great deal of shock and confusion. "No, Aimee', you don't. You need to come with me." "But... Teltirray..." "Is dead, remember?" He smiled gently, a smile that hid his fear within. "Come. Come with me." "If... you're sure it's safe?" "Very," Darynn replied. "Come." She finally agreed and followed him. He led her into the bedroom, then through to the bath. "Sit," he said, indicating the large wooden tub. She complied. He drew warm water for her, and did his best to clean the wounds that crossed her belly, breasts, and thighs. The dried blood softened with the water and slowly he exposed the beautiful girl who lay hidden underneath all that running redness. With a few gentle spells he closed the worst of her wounds, the ones that still wept blood and serum. He found himself wondering what she would look like in the throes of passion, or even the pain of whips when the whips were lovingly administered. It was the first time in decades he had considered a woman as a companion, and the first time ever that the idea actually appealed to him. Yet, it wasn't Aimee's femininity that appealed to him so much as it was her raw, inner strength. She had killed Teltirray, to hear her say it. And within, he believed her. He was as sure as she that Teltirray had come to earn what he deserved. And, curiously, her shape appealed to him as well. The effect was indescribable. Something new, he realized, and he did not reject the thought. It did not bother him that he found someone beautiful just because he was unfamiliar with her kind of beauty. "Sir?" he heard her ask. Looking down, he realized that he had cupped her breast in his hand and was fondling her gently. "My apologies, Aimee'. I was... distracted." Yet, he could not imagine what he would do with her. Actually, he knew full well. He just could not imagine a balance to it, the kind of balance he found among men, where each could fulfill both roles, as taker and giver, with a woman, even though he knew full well that most people lived lives of such imbalance every day. "There will be an investigation, you know." She nodded, her eyes barely open. "I know. I wonder what will happen?" "I do not know." He stroked her wet and glistening skin, so red and dark, and found himself wishing he could touch more of her. What more did he want? Then, he remembered. And he smiled. He wanted her to undress in his presence and say that she wanted him. To be as forward, as forceful, as gleefully hungry to bed him as any boy or man Darynn had ever had. For that, he could wait. He helped her out of the tub and dried her off. She stumbled a little as she walked, but she finally and successfully navigated her way to a bedroom he showed her, and finally he pulled the blankets over her and she was asleep. -- "Aimee', Chapter 8" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From elf@halcyon.com Mon Nov 29 22:22:50 MST 1993 Article: 14550 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.mtholyoke.edu!world!news.kei.com!eff!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!news.cyberstore.ca!nwnexus!elf From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Aimee', Chapter 9 Date: 28 Nov 1993 18:36:30 -0800 Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Lines: 429 Sender: news@nwfocus.wa.com Message-ID: <2dbn7e$ncs@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: nwfocus.wa.com Comment: Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103043 alt.sex.stories:14550 AIMEE' Chapter IX ~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ "Master Darynn, please be brought forward." Darynn rose to his feet and allowed his to colleagues to lead him into the moon-shaped circle that was the petition floor for the main council of Mages. Around him sat his thirteen peers, each of whom had heard testimony from himself, Bethsany, and Aimee', as well as additional testimony from several of Bethsany's girls and two of Teltirray's servants. Still, he had to admit, the council saw things differently from most people and he didn't know what their decision would ultimately be. From the center of the council, Talen Silisto leaned over and looked down at him. "Master Darynn, the court has reviewed its findings and considered your testimony. While it would normally be outrageous for a mage of your standing to defy the wishes of a fellow mage and teach that mage's student something other than what was requested, we find in your case that you taught Aimee' precisely according to the wishes of Teltirray as best as you, yourself, could interpret. If Aimee' sought additional learning from you and your library, as long as her demanded studies did not suffer in the process, that is the mark of a good student, and you, sir, are to be rewarded as a good nurturer of that student." Master Silisto smiled, and Darynn grinned back. "This court finds you innocent of any wrongdoing. Would you please be returned to your chair?" "I would, sir." "Aimee', please be brought forward." Aimee stood and, like Darynn before, allowed herself to be led to the center of the circle. Darynn watched the hold of her head and found himself admiring the strength she was showing, as well as the nervousness locked into her shoulders. She looked up at Mage Silisto, the hood of her cloak thrown back. Mage Silisto examined her carefully. "Apprentice Aimee', the court has examined your conduct and your testimony, as well as that of your teachers and those who know you, and we can find no evidence of wrongdoing. As a mage, Teltirray had few peers, and in his speciality he had none. As a man, however, Teltirray was more monster than human being, and with your revelations and those contained in his journals, we hereby remove his name from our ranks as an honored member." "Also, this court has examined Teltirray's last moments in detail. Without formality, this ruling will probably face challenge, but we rule that you and Teltirray engaged in duel, one which he unfairly skewed in his favor, and that you are therefore to be benefitted in the manner of one who has won duel. In the presence of a Will or Deed of Estate, you are entitled to half of Teltirray's estate holdings. Without such a document, you are entitled to all." Aimee's mouth dropped open, and Darynn followed suit, stunned by the generosity of the ruiling. Talen Silisto slapped his palm on the wood of the table for silence, and when he got it, he turned to another standing there. "Ricar, is there such a document?" "No such document will be found," Ricar stated evenly. "Is there such a document," Silisto repeated. Darynn wondered at why Silisto needed to repeat it. Ricar stared at the mage, anger written across his mouth. Then, slowly, he smiled. "Master Silisto, I submit to you that no such Will or Deed can be found." Satisfied, Silisto turned back to Aimee'. "You are now the holder of the title to Teltirray's estates. This is the ruling of this mage's court." Silisto slapped his hand upon the table. "Recorder, let it be known that Master Darynn has been cleared of all charges. That Apprentice Aimee' has been, as well. That the court rules in the duel of Aimee' and Teltirray, that Aimee' is the living victor. And finally, that the Council of Mages grants Aimee' a white card admission to the College, to reside with Master Darynn-- " An uproar started in the audience. Darynn looked stunned, but most of them were beginning to applaud! Silisto banged his hand on the table. "ORDER! I will have order in here!" He took a deep breath. "To reside with Master Darynn, who has been neglecting his duties as a mentor for far too long recently, until such time as she earned the title of Mage." The smell of her hair bothered him. But he wasn't sure why, or even in what way, it bothered him, but it did. He tried not to listen to his feeling, but they would not go away merely from wishing. "Sir?" she asked gently. "Aimee'?" "I wanted to ask you... you said once, just eight months ago, that you were prepared to love me." She turned around, slipping her arms into his cloak and holding him close. Surprised, he looked down at the top of her head, inhaling the soft smell of her hair again. "Would you... are you ready now?" "I..." He stood, flustered, then finally smiled. "I think so, Aimee'." Much to even his surprise, he felt his erection growing under her influence. As he reflected on her touch, he realized that Bethsany and her girls still held no interest at all for him. Instead, Aimee' challenged him, excited him, because of her talents, her magic. And he wanted to indulge himself in her spirit and her body. He caressed her hair slowly, and her hands stroked his back, his fingertips arousing the skin and causing his muscles to tense up almost painfully. "Come with me, Aimee'," he said. She smiled and took his hand. He led her to the bedroom. "Sit." She sat. He sat opposite her, his hands folded in his lap. "I feel... uncomfortable. I have no idea where to begin with you. And, more honestly, I am frightened of you." "If you do not wish, sir..." "No, I have no desire to go back on my pledge. Aimee', this may sound odd, but while I love you, and I feel lust for you, and at my age I should have the wisdom to understand what I feel in here, I do not." He tapped himself on the chest to emphasize his words. "Men... Men are easy, compared to you." "You taught me, many months ago, not to be afraid of what I wanted or what someone else asked of me. If I could do it, and I wanted, I should." She smiled. "I learned that lesson very well." She rose and removed cloak, tossing it onto the chair by the bed. "This room has so much magic in it. I can feel it when I breathe." "Yes," Darynn replied. "I have had many men in this room, and cast many more spells." He grinned. "Shall we perform one, tonight?" She stopped, surprised. "You would do that with me?" "It would seem the natural course of action. You are an apprentice. I am the mage. I am supposed to teach you things. Why don't I show you, by example, a kind of scrying I'm familiar with?" "Please, sir!" she smiled. Darynn reached out and pulled her close, pushing up the cuff on her left sleeve, exposing her wrist. He knew she was watching as he lowered his head and kissed her wrist, gently. The taste of her skin was unlike anything he had ever tasted. It was salty, like the skin of men, but it was a different quality from any salt or sweat he had known with men. He could not even begin to place the differences. She stood, silently, while he reached out and untied the bows that held her tunic closed in the front. He admired the smooth flawlessness of her body as he exposed it, inch by inch. Her breasts, still growing, were already large mounds projecteing away from her body, each nipple pointing away from the other. He quietly cursed himself. For a sex mage, he had damned little vocabulary to describe the beauty of a woman's body. And he did find her beautiful. Her beauty was bound in the way she breathed, in the way her chest rose and fell with the excitment that was building between them as student and teacher, friend and lover, and he hated to admit... man to woman. The raw flux of power between two loving men was one thing he appreciated. Yet the strange flux of power, filtered by the differences in the sexes, made for a kind of magic he had never known. As he pushed her shirt down off her back and she shook her hair to free it where it had become caugt in the collar, he ceased cursing himself and smiled. He took her cheeks in his hands, lifted her mouth slightly, and kissed her. And then he laughed. "Sir?" "Oh, Aimee', what I have been thinking in the past few minutes is just not fit. Are you ready to share the weaknesses of an old man?" "If they are yours, sir, I will always be ready." "Very well." He rose and slowly led her to the bedside, encouraging her to get in. She lay down on the covers and, together, they worked off her breeches. "Aimee', I have been considering what a fool I have been for denying myself the special kind of magic that happens not between two men, but between a man and a woman. And then I realized how few people ever learn of the love between man and woman, even when they are made to learn that." He shook his head. "You are the first woman I have loved since my mother, and you may be the last. It is not... It is not that I have discovered women, Aimee'. It is just that I have discovered you." She smiled and reached up, pulling him down beside her. "Sir, one thing I have not yet had the pleasure of is one of my own kind. But I dearly wish it. I wish to learn." "I am afraid I shall have to send you to a specialist for that," he mused, laughing. "That sort of thing is beyond my understanding." "Yes, sir," she replied, grinning. "Remove your clothing, already!" "I have to prepare for the spell, first. Wait here." Darynn rose and left the room. He walked down the corridor to his magickal pantry, recovered the items he required, and returned. Aimee' was idly stroking her skin, scratching or self-pleasuring, he couldn't tell, and she smiled as he walked in. "I waited." "I see," he replied. "Come, apprentice. Help me arrange this spell. I will need this powder dripped into the groove on the floor that encircles the bed, and I will need these candles inset into the holders at points 1, 21, 41, 61, and 81. Clear?" "Yes, sir. Is there any need to care for the colors?" "Good question, apprentice. No, not this time." "Yes, sir." He watched, somewhat detached at the beauty of her body but thrilled with the eagerness in her soul, as she placed the candles down and began the slow and rather dull task of encircling the bed with the mix he had given her. He stripped off the plain blanket and put in its place a large, blue comforter onto which were sewn magical runes and sigils. "Aimee'?" "Almost done, sir," she said. "Join me when you are." He knelt on the bed, naked, as she joined him. "Now, cross your legs, close your eyes, and hold out your hands." She did as she was told. He looked at her, naked, vulnerable... and yet, he knew that if he were to arouse her anger, she would prove a challenge, possibly a mortal one. Unlike Teltirray, even if he did not see all of it, he knew the source of her power and he respected it. He reached over, doused the oil lamp, and settled himself before her, taking her hands in his. He closed his eyes. Slowly, he began chanting, swaying back and forth, feeling the power that was already heavily invested into this room even when no magick was being performed. His soul reached out, examined everything. His hands moved up her arms, and she mirrored his movements, until his forehead touched hers. Their hands roamed, and slowly he felt her open herself to him. For the first time, he sensed her hidden heart, which she had kept protected from Teltirray for all these past months. Her mouth began to move, although no sounds came out. He could hear her breath shaped into words and knew that those words were echoes of his own. She was losing herself to the spell, and that was as it should be. His hand caressed her breasts, and hers stroked the hardened muscles of his chest. Beneath her soft teats he could feel the strength she had earned through Teltirray's unfortunate "ministrations." He worried that he was being inept, or too rough, to the delicate flesh of her body, but she never said a word other than the whispered spell of scrying they worked together. His mouth touched her shoulder as they leaned together, and her voice suddenly took form. She took over the speaking of the spell, as his mouth explored her soft skin. Once more he was fascinated with a taste, a texture, a sensation utterly unlike that of any man or boy he had ever enjoyed. He pressed her down to the bed, feeling her body underneath his own. His skin came to life with every inch pressed to inch, and the mana flowed about them in torrents Darynn had shared so few times in his life. His mouth found her nipples. They were not so unlike men's, perhaps a little larger than most men he had been with, but not the largest. He learned to appreciate the feel of her breasts, the wonder and excitement inherent in them. He was fascinated, yet the spell called him on. There was more to do. He kissed her belly. In his mind, the spell wove on and on, and in his ears Aimee' chanted flawlessly words she had not known an hour before. His mouth trailed down to her sex. The scent was... distracting. Interesting. Nothing to write Thom about. He lowered his lips to her furred mound, slowly extending his tongue, tentatively tasting her flesh. The words to the spell came a little more breathlessly from her throat. He pulled his head back slightly and looked down, taking in the sight, comparing the pink flesh the color inside a seashell before him with what he knew in his head. He licked where he thought her clit should be, tasting at it. Her legs spread slowly wider, and a small moan ran in the undercurrent of her chant. He looked up and her face showed how lost she was in the magic and the pleasure of power. He licked at her harder. His jaw was experienced enough with the taste of men, but she was proving difficult to follow. He grinned to himself... his problem was that the target was so small! He was apparently doing enough, for her chanting changed in pitch and timbre as she approached her orgasm. He decided to let the spell rise with her. They didn't have to be joined at the hips to make this work; he had succeeded many times while sucking seed. He allowed her to continue weaving the spell; he fed it to her mind even as his mouth fed on the taste and feel of her cunt. He licked with enthusiasm, appreciating the way she responded so fully. It was different from men (he couldn't stop making the comparison), but he had no trouble recognizing it. He pressed his mouth against her cunt, licking her harder. He lay against the bedspread and felt his erection pressing against the rough cloth. Her orgasm was growing; he could feel it in her legs and see it in her heart. She growled underneath the chanted her spell, and he could hear the thickness in her voice that heralded the loss of control. Her voice grew louder as the muscles in her legs trembled and shook. He changed to course of spell from its rotating-growing phase to the outward-seeking phase, and she screamed as she came, the magickal words shouted from her mouth as a cruder lover would shout obsceneties. His vision blinked momentarily, and when he looked again the sky had opened up above his head and the world turned below him. Only one moon was in sight, but it was clearer and more radiant than he had seen it in many a year. He turned around slowly, and Aimee' floated besides him. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving, one hand over her breasts as if to feel the air entering and escaping. "Aimee'," he said. "Apprentice." "Sir?" she asked, blinking slowly and opening her eyes. "Look at what we have wrought." He reached out for her hand, and she took it. Drawing her close, he turned her so that she looked down upon the world. "We have left our bodies, so important to our pleasures, behind, so that we may see this." "Is that... that..." "That is Earth," Darynn said slowly. "We are many miles from it's surface." "It's round!" "Indeed," Darynn said. "And there are other secrets to be learned from this height. But out bodies will not long stand the strain of suspension like this. It is, perhaps, the strongest disadvantage of sex magic... the tension of ecstacy, if left too long, will harm us. And the pleasures of love make us inappropriate for combat magic." He smiled at her. "Come, we must return." "It is so beautiful," she sighed. "It is," he agreed, giving it one last glance. He spoke one more word. Aimee' screamed louder, her climax sweeping past her as attentions returned to her body. Darryn held onto her with his strong hands, hoping she wouldn't buck too hard and hurt his mouth or nose. Finally, her trembling subsided. "Oh, Master Darryn." "Apprentice Aimee'... you were most beautiful." "Thank you," she gasped, lying down on the bed and breathing hard, recovering her breath. "That was... the most beautiful moment of my life." He crawled up and lay beside her, chuckling. "It was probably one of the most interesting of mine," he admitted. "I did not anticipate your pleasure being so strong." "You enjoyed it, then?" "Oh, very much," he agreed. She turned over onto her stomach. Darynn's eyes floated over her buttocks, so much fuller and rounder than any boy's he had ever seen. "Good," she said, pulling herself over his body and lowering her head to his cock. Darynn trembled slightly as his cock slid into her mouth. He could feel her saliva against his cock, slick and warm when it was under her tongue, cool as it slid down his shaft. He heard his own breath and found he was hyperventilating. She was good, and he appreciated her talent. She could take all of it, too, and he looked down to see her nose pressing against his belly, his entire cock engulfed in her mouth. She sucked on his cock so well he felt his own climax reaching for him. "Aimee'... I'm going to come soon." She ignored his warning, sucking harder, applying just the right kinds of pressure to his shaft. His cock pumped a little, releasing a droplet, his body wound tighter than a watchman's clock. A second later, it broke though, making him shake and groan as his cock pumped her mouth full of his come. Yet, she didn't stop! She kept sucking it down, stroking every last drop from his shaft until he became so sensitive. "Aimee', I beg of you... enough!" She rose up and looked at him. Her eyes were glazed over, tears streaking her cheeks. He recognized the signs of fighting a gag reflex, and smiled, brushing away one of the small streams of wetness with his thumb. She held his hand to her cheek. "Thank you again, sir. Thank you so much." He smiled and pulled her close, until she lay atop him. "It is I who should be thanking you," he sighed. "That was wonderful." "Thank you. I tried my best." "And you did better than many men I've been with. Which confirms a theory of mine." "Sir?" she asked. "I've always thought it was passion and practice which make a good lover, not having a similar body. There's a belief amongst inverts that only we know how to pleasure one another. You give lie to that belief." She nodded, then laughed softly. "Darynn... When Teltirray was trying to kill me, one thought that kept going through my mind was that if I didn't kill him, I was going to miss class tomorrow." His laughter joined hers. "Oh, Apprentice, I do love thee." "I love you too..." She looked up into his face. "...Teacher." They lay together for a long time, and soon Aimee' had drifted off to sleep, turning over onto her side. Darynn rose and blew out the five candles; most had burned down until they were just wicks lying in puddles of wax. He did one last circuit of his home, insuring that everything was locked down tight against the cold, winter night, then returned to bed, one small latern his only source of light. As he looked down at Aimee's sleeping form, he wondered at her resiliency, and at his own emotions. Despite all that had happened, lust was still not in his vocabulary, at least not for her. He would never have sought her out, and he still had no desire to seek other women at all. Instead, he felt admired her and sought to protect her. She was so strong, yet so young and vulnerable. One day she would be a great mage, and perhaps that was his eventual legacy. It would be the ultimate irony if his greatest student turned out to be a woman, yet Aimee' had all the natural talent to be the greatest of mages. He lowerd the lampwick and curled up next to her. After dark, he thought, not all cats are grey, but sometimes it doesn't matter what color they are. -- "Aimee', Chapter 9" Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg. This story may be freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. From makay@reed.edu Mon Nov 29 22:22:57 MST 1993 Article: 14571 of alt.sex.stories Path: cwis.isu.edu!news.byu.edu!news.kei.com!eff!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!caen!batcomputer!news.reed.edu!usenet From: makay@reed.edu (Michael A Kay) Newsgroups: alt.sex,alt.sex.stories Subject: Re: Aimee', Chapter 9 Date: 29 Nov 1993 10:25:41 GMT Organization: Reed College, Portland, OR Lines: 17 Message-ID: <2dcin5$a0n@scratchy.reed.edu> References: <2dbn7e$ncs@nwfocus.wa.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: reed.edu Xref: cwis.isu.edu alt.sex:103078 alt.sex.stories:14571 Congratulations Elf. Aimee was a masterpiece. It was one of the most enjoyable stories I have read on a.s.s. The story itself was interesting and well developed. I have enjoyed playing a mage character in a couple of Mac adventure games. This is rather strange for me because I don't enjoy the other series you author, but this story was entrancing! Thanks for posting it. May you write many more. Michael makay@reed.edu