Rachel

I had rented a nice little house right on the campus of Florence Doolittle College for Women when I got the job as a custodian. My neighbors were mostly new faculty members and graduate students. The complex was more like an exclusive village than a housing project and usually bustled with interesting folks to chat with. Usually. But the college was on spring break this week, and the village was stricken with peace.

The only exciting thing happening in the complex was watching the new neighbor empty her U-Haul. I had met Rachel the previous evening when she first drove up. She was a new phys ed teacher at Florence Doolittle and looked like she practiced what she taught. Rachel was a lovely brunette who had won several bodybuilding competitions. A startlingly beautiful face, tall, gracefully proportioned with a body she had shaped and refined to feminine perfection, there was nothing grotesque about her anywhere. Here was Woman, Woman at her best. An exquisite warrior goddess from Olympus was she, and I had blushed and averted my eyes as we chatted in her driveway.

I watched her toss boxes and equipment around like feathers, her powerful young body sweating and flexing and collecting dirt. I realized after a while that I was awfully busy going back and forth to the window and doing nothing else. I felt silly, but I couldn't seem to stop watching her. Her tanktop soaked with perspiration, her rippling stomach, long legs that could crush a skull, her white shorts contrasting with her tanned, fabulous body and legs . . . and smudges of dirt . . . dirty legs . . . the clean dirt of physical exertion . . . she was dirty without being nasty, a beautiful woman . . . strong . . . dirty . . ..

She hoisted a box onto her shoulder and carried it into the house. My denial system straining under persistent libidinous sensations that seemed to originate in my throat and breasts and radiate downward, I watched and waited for her to come out again. I craned my neck and widened my eyes as though by heightened vigilance I could hasten her return. Is there a force in Nature more impatient, more insistent, more preoccupying, more compelling of behavior than a woman's lust? It gives only gentle hints at first, mildly distracting impulses one can enjoy briefly and then ignore if inconvenient. Even its progression to benevolent prompting still leaves a woman the option of moving on to deliberate sensuality or returning gracefully to a more nearly neutral state of mind and body. But sometimes . . . oh, yes, sometimes . . . sometimes it conscripts a woman into a cathexis of relentless and irresistible longing.

Somewhere between stages two and three in the course lust takes, well beyond easy return but not altogether over the edge, I decided a neighborly thing to do would be to see if I could help Rachel out in any way. Turned out there was.

She was moving boxes of books from the living room into her den. I reached for a box and lifted. It didn't move. I tried another. It didn't move either. I scooted boxes from room to room while Rachel picked up boxes and carried them. We chatted as we worked, about bodybuilding and food preparation, teaching and janitoring, of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings, of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings. She went about her task with not the slightest sign of tiring, padding to and fro in bare feet and unaware of how her calf muscles flexed and the way her thighs moved.

Then came the moment. I leaned over a banana box full of books to rest at the precise moment Rachel, her back to me, bent over to pick a rag up from the floor without bending her knees. Advancing to the precipice of Stage 3 lust, I swooned audibly and dropped my head down to keep from passing out. "Here," she said, misinterpreting my moan, "don't hurt yourself on that box. Let me get it." I raised my head. Tanned, beautiful, well-developed legs approached my crossing eyes. She stood astride the other end of the long box to pick it up. I couldn't move. Those legs. Those legs were in leaning distance. I crossed the threshold into Stage 3 with a pitiable little whine and leaned forward. My open mouth went into the indentation beside her kneecap, and I lost all sense of decorum in my abject surrender to arrant lust. I rubbed my face down to her calf and halfway up on her inner thigh, mindless concupiscence banishing prudence and caution. The feel of it, the taste of her, the salt and sweat and dirt from the flesh of her gorgeous leg took from me any semblance of dignity and enslaved me inescapably in a worship service of pure salaciousness that blotted out all awareness beyond Rachel.

"Well, well," she said. "Look what we have here." I looked up at her, mortified and bewildered at what I had done, wishing I could become invisible and unable to believe it had actually happened. My visage distorted itself into a tormented plea for forgiveness, but neither words nor magic could dispel the deed. "Do it again," she said, towering above me and accepting with seeming ease this bizarre scene beyond my credulity. "Do it again," she said more sternly.

A trembling moan escaped my throat, and I succumbed once more to the perversity I could no more fathom than resist. I slid my face and open mouth over every inch of leg I could reach until my unfaithful arms betrayed me and I collapsed across the box between her legs. Rachel stepped back and stood in front of me. She modelled her legs near my face. Bodybuilder poses, I guess. I was able to twist my head up far enough to peer into the crotch of her shorts just above face level and now out of range. I eased myself off the box and sat like a dog looking up at her. She was studying me now, curiosity momentarily displacing erotic recreation. I waited to see where she wanted to go with this. Had her playful sprite caught her offguard and made her frolic impulsively? Had her good and decent sense now restored her to adulthood, that wet-blanket condition wherein reason spurns childlike spontaneity and assesses consequences?

"You're a masochist, aren't you? And a lesbian."

Right out loud! She said the words right out loud! I had learned them as a child in my search for validation through language. I sometimes sat and stared at them in the dictionary as though at holy writ. I had a label, an identity I could whisper to myself. And now my code words had been pronounced aloud by a gorgeous educator.

I could barely hear myself when I answered: "Yes . . . masochist . . . lesbian . . .."

"My goodness sakes, I am a lucky woman!" she said brightly. She moved to me and looked down at me. I bowed my head. In a moment, I felt her hand in my hair, tugging slightly, more like a signal than an attempt to inflict pain. Her movement told me what to do, and I crawled behind her as she led me by my hair leash into a back room full of boxes and trash.

"Do you like my dirty legs?" She certainly picked up fast on things, I'll say that for her, and she didn't seem to need much warm-up time before entering what had to be a strange situation for her. Her legs were twin towers of power above me. I drooled at the sight. Rachel's words made my pussy hiccup. Secret words my innermost self spoke in whispers were being said in a normal voice as though this were an ordinary colloquy. God, I love normal women.

"Talk, Wilma. Say my name and answer me." "Rachel. Yes, Rachel. Dirty legs. Your beautiful dirty legs." "Clean them. If you do a good job, maybe I'll take my shorts off." What we were doing in that back room full of boxes and trash was exquisitely humiliating and dirty. Two young women in a dirty back room full of trash. Dirty. One woman dominant over the other. A merely pretty woman kneeling to a warrior goddess, submissive to her, doing dirty things, things she would be ashamed of if anybody knew. "Lick my legs clean, Wilma."

I didn't quite finish before Rachel could put off no longer her need for sexual release. I watched in eager fascination as she removed her shirt and her shorts. She vamped and did bodybuilder poses for a while, but she was too heated up to continue for very long. She moved gracefully into my face. "Suck me," she breathed. Images of my high school coach dashed through my mind. The past gentled and repeated itself, more sensually than the last time I had been fucked in the mouth by a coach. Rachel's pussy was soft and salty like Coach Wanda's was, but Rachel didn't pound me as Wanda Woman had. My lips would not be blue afterward. I relaxed and stop anticipating the slamming I had assumed I would get. Gentle but firm undulations allowed me to feel Rachel's powerful legs leisurely and keep my tongue inside her as I sucked at her sex. It was algolagnic Shangri-la. Nothing in my best fantasies could compare with this reality. Rachel McCloud, gorgeous and sensual, pussyfucking my slobbering mouth and getting juicier and juicier between her sweaty, dirty legs. She was pulling on the back of my head with both hands now, and I had found her rhythm. She quivered without losing it when the stirring inside her produced an oozing secretion that leaked into my mouth. It's a distinctive taste, tart from a young woman and pudding-like in consistency. There is nothing else like it in the universe. She secreted in my mouth, slow drippings from her vagina, oozing, pulsing. I savored her female exudate and the scene itself. I was drinking womanfuck from inside her precious organs, on my knees to a woman hunching in my face.

She sighed as she released me. I gazed up the length of her fantastic body, the dirt on her stomach smudged and streaked with sweat, to her becalmed face. A bodybuilder not stripped of adipose as they are in competition is a heart-stopping wonder to gaze upon, especially naked and especially from down where I was. "What do we do for you, now," she wondered aloud. "Would you like to suck my ass and masturbate?" I nodded and swooned, dreamy-eyed and sloppy-faced. Rachel McCloud did not do the expected. She did not turn around to let me suck ass. She pushed me down farther beneath her and got on my face. I nudged my way up into her and sucked her asshole with my face in her wet, sticky, dripping female crotch. I popped like a firecracker.

That was my mid morning snack. I went back for a late lunch and she had me suck her off again after she had showered and made herself silky soft and sweet-smelling. That evening, we went out for dinner and then to a movie. She let me feel her leg in the movie, and I even kissed her passionately on the thigh while she looked around to make sure nobody could see us. She made me stop when some folks sat near us, but she didn't pull her dress down, and I sat there dopey with lust ogling her leg like I'd never seen one before.

By the time we got back to her house, I could have hung wall paper. She made me take a shower and get my act together before letting me cuddle up against her on the sofa to watch Casablanca and suck titty. Held in her strong arms, looking up at her lovely face, I nursed like a contented baby and fell irrevocably, devotedly, heart and soul in love with her. She caressed my face as I sucked gently on her breast, and she watched me with a soft tenderness reserved by a good heaven for saintly mothers. She kissed my forehead and my eyes. Tilting my face up to hers, she kissed me on the lips lovingly and sweetly. My body tingled with inexpressible sensations as the kiss deepened. Our mouths chewed and our tongues wallowed. Our saliva commingled and our beings communed with each other. We were profoundly and spiritually bonded at some ageless depth beyond time and space, a mythopoeic union of female souls destined by feminine forces in eternity past to meld one with the other.

Rachel had no trouble whatsoever standing to her feet with me in her strong arms. I cuddled against her and caressed her biceps as she carried me to the bedroom. She was a beautiful warrior woman carrying her lovedoll to a chamber of lust, there to pleasure herself on a maiden aswoon in concupiscible surrender to her. Enraptured by her consummate domination and by her physical prowess, my very selfhood unreservedly dedicated in its subordination to her desires, I was unable to do else but relinquish my will to hers and provide my body for her use. She was Athena, she was Venus, she was Woman!

She laid me on the bed and got on top of me, the weight of her nakedness pressing me beneath her perfect female body. We locked ourselves together in the matchless embrace of tribady, naked woman to naked woman, flesh to flesh, warrior goddess to submissive mortal. Our mouths chewed sensuously, and our bodies communed with each other in supernal synchrony. I felt her with my hands and with my arms, I caressed her with my legs and with my feet, I embraced her with my body and with my spirit. Her powerful back, her muscular arms, her weight, her strong legs, her breasts and stomach rubbing on mine, her belly sliding on my belly, Rachel moving on Wilma . . .. She brought me to the brink of dementia before shifting on top of me and pushing her taut thigh between my legs. I gasped and screamed immediately in ecstatic release under her. She saw me through my orgasm and, at my urging, crawled up my trembling body and straddled my face. My orgasm renewed itself as she settled into my mouth. She reached back and grabbed me and brought me a second time through the peaks and valleys of glorious delirium, fucking my mouth all the while and pressing those wondrous legs against my face. When, finally, I twitched no more and could be relied upon to service her without interruption, she took my face and head in her powerful hands and fucked me in my mouth with deliberation and singularity of purpose. I listened to her little gasps and grunts and moans and found the pulse of her lewd hunching. I sensed the stirring deep within her and tasted the teasing first drool of her vagina, that exciting harbinger of full deliverance when Bartholin's bath is the only balm appeasing the relentless imps and sprites driving the female genitalia toward madness. Perhaps because it was her third in twelve hours, her orgasm gave her brain leave to enjoy the experience, and she held me tight as she secreted in my mouth and vibrated to fulfillment. She slumped over me until her quivering and jerking subsided, then unsaddled my face and stretched out beside me. We gazed into each other's eyes with appreciation and gratitude until at last sleep settled peacefully upon us, two women who had loved each other in one day with an intensity the short hours could not measure.

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Soft Comfort

Kecia kept the tears at bay in the morning by being busy; she got Robby dressed while Peter and Kim ate cereal and waffles, then made sure coats and book bags were in the hands of her two oldest children and they were out the door in plenty of time for the school bus. That left her with more than enough time to bundle Robby up and drive him to day-care. There was only one moment when her control nearly slipped. She was helping Robby get unbuckled from the car seat when he asked, "Is Daddy going to be home tonight?"

She strove to keep her voice calm. "No, honey, we discussed that last night, remember? Daddy's not going to be living at home anymore."

"Why not?"

Because your Daddy's fucking his twenty-year-old law clerk. "Because your Dad and I think it would be best if we stayed apart for a little while, OK? Don't worry, honey - it'll be all right."

"OK." He paused, and then looked up at her, his tender face peering out from under his hat. "Is it because I broke the camera?"

And that was the question that nearly made her lose control and start crying as helplessly as she had last night. She made herself hang on long enough to kneel down and look Robby in the face. "No, honey, it's not that at all. Believe me, this is not your fault. I love you very much, and your dad does too." If the insensitive bastard were capable of love, I wouldn't be having this talk. "We just have a little problem loving each other right now, OK?" A brief nod from her son. "OK, go on now. You don't want to be late."

He wrapped his arms around her and clumsily kissed her cheek, then was off to his carefree Kindercare existence. Kecia got herself into the car and pulled away, then let herself go. The tears came out again, stinging and seemingly unending. She was scarcely aware of the road in front of her, although she vaguely knew that she was not heading back towards her house. Fine, she thought bitterly. There's nothing there for me anyway. An empty house, an empty marriage. She wiped tears angrily from her eyes.

She picked a bad time to do that. The action, along with her general distress, caused her to completely miss the green Volvo station wagon backing briskly out of a driveway on her right. When she did see the car in front of her, it was far too late. Kecia hit the brakes and swerved to the left, but the right front of her light blue Escort hit the back of the larger car with an authoritive SLAM.

Silence. Kecia gulped and tried to get herself under control. Could anything else go wrong, she thought resentfully, with this screwed-up life of mine.

She opened her door and got out, just as the Volvo's door opened to reveal a young woman with brown, shoulder-length hair and a worried expression on her face. The young woman immediately began talking.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I was in a hurry, I just backed up without even looking. Are you all right?"

Kecia nodded. "Are you OK?" she asked. The other nodded.

"Just shook up, I think," she replied. "Look at me, I'm trembling. I can't believe it. I've never had an accident before. I'm so sorry."

Kecia burst into tears.

The other woman looked at her, dumbfounded. "What's wrong? Are you all right? The damage isn't that bad, and my insurance will pay for everything..."

"Not your fault..." Kecia managed to gasp out.

"What?"

"The accident. Not your fault. It was me. My fault. I was crying, and I didn't watch where...sniff....where I was going, and I hit you, and it's my fault, and...oh, you're so nice about it....." Kecia gave up trying to speak, and just stood there and sobbed.

"Oh, no," the other woman said earnestly. "I always come out of the driveway too fast. Ken was always telling me that someone's going to hit me, and now....oh, look, it's fine. Don't worry. I bet you can just drive away, and there's almost nothing wrong with my car, see? Just a few dents. They can fix this easy as pie!" The young woman's tone had gotten a little desperate, as Kecia continued to weep helplessly.

"Look, tell you what. Just pull the car over here, and I'll go back in the driveway, and you can come inside for a cup of coffee, OK? It's not that bad, you'll see."

Kecia allowed herself to be led gently back to her car. The Escort started up immediately, and she maneuvered it to the side of the road. The other driver had pulled her car back into the driveway, and now led Kecia up to the side door of a well-kept house.

In the kitchen, with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her, Kecia was beginning to calm down a bit. "Thank you so much, you've been so nice to me, after I hit your car and everything....I'm Kecia Milner."

"Dawn Ashley," the younger woman replied. She paused a moment. "Listen, I don't want to get too personal here, but... well, I mean... uh, is everything OK?"

"Oh, sure," said Kecia. "Everything's....." and she started to sob again.

"Oh, hey, it's all right," said Dawn. "Hey, I've had rough days. It'll all work out."

"I've...sniff...I've had rough days too, but not like this. Yesterday my....my husband and I split up. He moved out last night. I had to get the kids off to school with them all wondering what was going on, and... and Robby asked why his daddy wasn't at home, and ... and then I hit you."

"Whoa. OK, lady, I gotta hand it to you. That *is* a rough day." She got up from the table. "This is not a coffee event. This...." she had opened the refrigerator and was rummaging around, "...is a chablis fix."

"Oh, no, I couldn't," Kecia said. "It's still morning and everything. It's not even 8:30 yet."

"With the day you're having, trust me - a little wine won't hurt you." She had deftly poured two glasses, and now handed one to Kecia, who looked at it doubtfully.

"Well....I guess one glass won't hurt."

"That's the spirit! Come on, we'll be more comfortable in the living room."

".......and then he actually said to me, the sonnavabitch, he said, 'She's twice the woman you are, Kecia, at least she moves in bed.'" Kecia paused and blinked owlishly at Dawn. "And so I said, 'Does she move around for the full minute or just the last ten seconds or so?'"

"Good for you," Dawn cheered. "Did he say how long it had been going on? No more for me, thanks." This last was added as Kecia poured the last of the wine into Dawn's glass. The empty bottle went to join its empty neighbor on the coffee table. "No. He wouldn't even own up to it at first. I had to tell him I'd seen them in his car, going at it like animals. And then he just says, 'You were spying on me?'"

"Well, you're better off without him," Dawn said wisely.

"Yes," declared Kecia, "I'm...better...off...oh, god!" And the tears came again. Dawn moved nearer and cradled Kecia's head on her shoulder, making quiet shooshing noises and stroking the older woman's hair. "I'm...sniff...I'm thirty-six years old, and my marriage is over, and I have three kids, and... I'll never find anyone else...."

"Oh, sure you will. You're a wonderful lady. You're smart, and good-looking, and you dress nicely, and you have good taste, and any man would be lucky to be with you."

Kecia looked up into Dawn's face. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Oh, I am not. It's true. Why, look at you. You've got a great body. You've got a pretty face. I bet guys come on to you all the time." Kecia shook her head, liking the way the movement pushed her against Dawn's shoulder. Dawn brushed tears away with her free hand, then, without knowing she was going to do it, leaned down and softly kissed Kecia's cheek. The touch sent a pleasurable tingle through Kecia's body. "See," Dawn said. "A very pretty face. Beautiful brown eyes."

Kecia lifted herself off Dawn's shoulder. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that something was happening here, but was almost powerless to resist it. Dawn looked anxiously at Kecia as she leaned closer. "And your eyes are beautiful, too," Kecia breathed. "Beautiful blue eyes." This last was delivered with Kecia's face about two inches from Dawn's. Dawn's eyes closed, and the two women kissed. It was a light, tentative kiss.

"Um, Kecia, are you sure that we..." Dawn started to say. Another kiss cut off the sentence, and Dawn moaned against Kecia's mouth. The younger woman's mouth opened, and their tongues met, fought a brief battle, and parted friends. The intimate act sent a shudder through Kecia's body. She pulled Dawn's body to hers, running her hands up and down Dawn's back. She pulled her head back, and Dawn moved forward, showering her face and neck with little kisses. Dawn's hands now had their turn to wander, and she explored Kecia's breasts, cupping them in turn. She then reached down and lifted Kecia's shirt. Kecia raised her arms, and the shirt was gone. A moment later her bra followed suit, and Dawn was nibbling at Kecia's tits. Her nipples were rock-hard, and the touch of Dawn's lips on each in turn sent shivers of bliss through her body. Dawn nuzzled at her breasts, then continued her journey downward, each little bite and suck sending waves of pleasure through Kecia's body, and Kecia gave herself over to it. She leaned back on the sofa as Dawn began to kiss her belly, lower and lower. Dawn looked up at her.

"Do you want me to....keep going?" the younger woman asked.

"God, yes." Kecia reached down and unzipped her blue jeans, then lifted her hips to wiggle out of them. Dawn took over the task, pulling them off and tossing them away. She ran her hands up Kecia's legs, passing tantalizingly close to her cleft. She kissed Kecia high up, first on one thigh and then the other, and then ran her hand down between Kecia's legs.

"Oh.... you're wet. You're so wet, aren't you? I made you wet, didn't I?" Dawn kissed the wet spot at the front of Kecia's panties, then reached up to slip them off as well, with the woman under her lifting up her hips again to aid in that effort.

Kecia's eyes were closed, and she didn't exactly know what would happen next. In fourteen years of marriage, her husband had gone down on her exactly twice, and had done so with an air of someone conferring a great favor. Still, she thought she knew what was coming, some rough licking that would create a mildly pleasurable sensation in an act that would last a couple of minutes. She felt so close to Dawn, so close to this woman that she just met, that she was eagerly awaiting even that. So it was a shock to her when she felt the young woman's tongue gently run up and down her cleft. It was a gentle caress, a flicker, a touch that promised more, and she moaned and thrust her hips forward. Now the tongue came again, more insistent, moving up and down, up and down, and now concentrating more on up, and now OH MY GOD Dawn had found the center of her being, and she lapped away as contented as a cat. With each brush, with each wiggle, the pressure was building and building. Kecia's hands were gripping the sides of the sofa now, and her head was whipping from side to side as she strained upwards looking for release. Dawn played her body like a virtuoso, somehow knowing when she was ready to explode and backing off slightly, then rekindling the fire instantly with another flicker. Dawn's hands were under her, now, holding her lower body in place as the tension built, and this time there was no denial, just faster and faster movement as the dam burst. Kecia's body went rigid as the orgasm hit her, and she could not help letting out a scream as the pleasure coursed through her body. Spasms racked her, and her face and chest were flushed red. Her nipples were almost painfully hard, and every muscle in her body reacted to the most intense physical sensation the past thirty-six years had ever offered.

Kecia lay back, her body now beginning to relax, and her head spinning. All the questions that she had not asked herself before this started were now making a belated appearance. Was this really her? Had she just come so powerfully from the touch of another woman? Was it the wine? Or was it her? Had she been gay - a lesbian - all this time? Was that what Richard had sensed, was it she that drove him away?

These thoughts in turn were banished by Dawn, who now snuggled up next to her on the sofa. Dawn had shed her clothes as well, and was now lazily stroking up and down Kecia's body. She leaned forward and kissed Kecia's cheek lightly, then a more firm kiss on the lips. In spite of herself, Kecia kissed back. Dawn broke the kiss, then said mischievously, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" She licked her lips. "I can. You taste good." She giggled. "I told you you had good taste."

"Oh, my."

"Oh, my, what?"

"Oh, my god, I guess. I have never, ever, in my life, felt anything like that."

"Well, I think you needed it," Dawn declared. She paused. "Uh... was this your first time with a woman?"

Kecia nodded. "Well, there was this friend I had in junior high school, and we had sleepovers, and we'd tickle each other's stomachs and stuff. But never anything even remotely serious. We were just playing around." She paused. "Look, honestly, Dawn? Part of me wants to run screaming from the room right now. And on the way out to my car I could tell myself that I drank too much wine, and I was in emotional turmoil, and it just happened, and it wasn't really me, because I'm not like that." She paused again. "But another part of me wants to lie here with you..." she leaned over and kissed the younger woman "...and forget about everything else in my life." She looked at the ceiling and waited for the rest of the words to come. "But....if I do that, if I stay here now, I'm running away from some things that I should fix instead of running away from. You know?" She paused again. "I.... I think I want to pursue this side of me, this...this thing that, until today, I didn't know I had." She kissed Dawn again. "See, this is the most rational thinking I've done in the past month, and I probably have you to thank for that. I was a wreck this morning. God, I feel so much better now! Maybe it's just from being desired, from feeling wanted, from making love..." another kiss "...from the most incredible lovemaking I've ever had." She propped herself up on one elbow to look down at her lover. "I think... to be fair to you and be fair to me... I need to not dive into this thing headfirst. I need to walk into it, if I'm going to get there, with my eyes open. You know?" She looked into Dawn's eyes, looking for approval.

Dawn smiled. "Listen. What we had here was wonderful. And I'm open to more, but the last thing I want to do is push you into something you'll regret." She sobered. "Maybe I should have given that speech before we started, huh?"

Kecia grinned. "Too late now." She kissed Dawn's forehead and sat up. "Seriously, I....I'm not running away. I just want to sort things out, that's all." She leaned back for a moment, and then said, "I better get dressed." She got up and began hunting around for her clothes. In the midst of dressing, she came back over to the sofa, sat down, and gave Dawn a long, full kiss.

"What was that for?"

"For being a very comfortable person to be around. I just realized that during my entire marriage I hated to be naked in front of Richard. I'd always want to change in the bathroom, and scoot under the covers. I've known you for an hour and a half and I feel like I can do anything in front of you. God, even the way I'm talking to you! I would never have believed I'd be saying these things!"

Dawn leaned forward and kissed Kecia. "Well, my dear.... you are a very comfortable person to be around too." She hopped up, and was back in a second in a robe. "The better to see you off in, my dear. Lord knows what the neighbors will think."

They exchanged another kiss inside the door, and then Kecia went down the driveway and over to her broken car. She drove off, already planning a call to the body shop, a series of calls to find a good divorce lawyer, and a good long talk with herself. She had no idea where this day's events would lead her, but she was looking forward to finding out.

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Cemetery Ghost

She isn't there anymore. Sometimes I'm not sure if she ever was there or was a creation of my over wild imagination that wanted something special, something unique. Sometimes I wonder of I dream about her long enough, think about her often enough, she would become back. And yet other times I hope that she never returns so that moment we shared would be kept special.

Through the northern part of Seattle Highway 99 becomes Aurora Avenue. It is a straight drag strip of a street littered with strip malls, fast food restaurants and convenience stores, and cheap if not overpriced motels. Half way up this two hundred block stretch Aurora splits a cemetery in half. This was her ground.

This is where I saw her and saw her no place else. She always was on the outbound side going away from the bright city lights with their glittering dreams of fame and fortune. The old part of the cemetery with its large marvelous headstones and crypts was on the outbound side. She stood almost motionless on the side of the road as if she was waiting for bus or ride that never came. I don't know how long she was there before I noticed her. It couldn't have been long. It is hard to miss a woman with long straight silver white hair and white face that glowed always wearing a simple long soft white flowing gown standing on the edge of a highway. I'm not even sure how many times I passed this woman with my interest growing each day till one night I pulled into the parking lot of the mausoleum parking my car behind bushes. I got out and walked to her. The whole time I felt she was watching me and yet not watching her.

When I reached her and looked into her eyes I shuddered and knew I had to have her. Her eyes was the purest gray I ever seen. They weren't empty nor full, they weren't warm nor cold, they were simply flat. I have spent many hours thinking of a better way to describe them but the only words I could see. We stare at each other for long time obvious to the traffic rushing by us. If she was a ghost and only I could have seen her I must have lunatic gazing so solidly out into space along the side of the highway and cemetery as if I was caught between two worlds. She held up a small porcelain hand showing two fingers. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two largest bills I had. She barely looked at the bills and gave a faint nod. She took my free hand in hers and led me into the cemetery. I was hypnotized by her at this point so I could not say any of my senses were working correctly but the skin of her hand felt so smooth. I did not feel any of the usual lines or creases of the hand. She led me deep into the cemetery until the road had faded except for the stream of lights and an occasional diesel engine rumbling by. Beyond those it was so still and so dark that everything appeared to glow in it's own aura, especially her. She came to a stop and listened for a moment. I'm not quite sure what she was listening for but finally, as if she had received some sort of sign, she turned with a effortlessly graceful motionless spin to me.

She pressed herself up against me and though I felt her form against me I felt very little weight. She kissed me fully on the lips and I felt the heat of her surge into me. Her tongue slipped into me and I felt myself open up to her. She eased me back as if I was gradually stepping back with no force being applied. In the matter of moments I felt myself leaning against the back of a smooth tombstone monument. I felt her every part against me. She kissed me fully, entirely and then slowly inched down my lips, sucking on the lower one before going down to my chin, down the center of my neck, resting at the hollowness at top of the chest. Until her descent her eyes had hypnotically stayed focused on mine blanking all other sensations beyond her lips, her tongue, and her penetrating gaze. I had not realized she had unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra underneath my breasts. With her pointed tongue serving as a brush against the canvas of my skin she made figure eights around the base of my breasts and with agonizing slowness made the assent of my breasts making them perk up, the nipples becoming hard and pointed like cherries on top of a sundae. My back arched wanting her to take all of my breast in her mouth. But she refused. She took her own sweet time. Her hands swiped down my naked sides tickling me, her finger swam into my belly button breaking me into laughter and breaking the overwhelming seriousness of the moment.

A hand slipped into my pants and went in-between my legs. She felt my public hair that was thick with wetness. Two fingers slipped into me easily and set me on fire as they dance together in me . My body rubs against the cold headstone as my head slams in against it in aching desire. Her other hand undoes my slacks and one climatic thrust pulls them and my panties down. A brief wondering thought of if death is as icy cold as the headstone is. I answer my own thought thinking both it can't be and it makes the perfect balance to all the heated emotions life brings.

She was on her knees. Her hands on my flat hips. Her eyes staring at my bushed that glittered with my juices in the full moonlight. Her tongue perfectly traced her my engorged lower lips. My whole body was bucking. I needed her in me. I didn't care what part of her entered me as long she entered me. Her tongue entered me with one full thrust. The wet sandpaper texture of her tongue reached into me farther than I believed any tongue could reach . I scream at the suddenness of the entry, the deepness of the entry. She drank from me and I felt myself pour into her. She released me into the stars with an explosion of warmth, of pleasure. She released me into the stars and into the heavens. My whole body shook. The shaking went on for a long time but slowly I came back to earth and my body slowed down but the warmth remained.

I suddenly shook my head trying to push back the daze I was in and realized I was in my car and barely made the turn onto my block.

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Tylyn And Jazmyn

As the day broke the sentry guards watched as a lone, heavily cloaked figure rode towards the city. As the rider approached the heavy gates it threw back its hood revealing a beautiful dark skinned girl with a long white mane of hair worn in a topknot ponytail. These features and finely pointed ears marked her as a Drow, that sub race of the Elven Nation that struck fear into the hearts of people everywhere, and the city's valiant Guards were no exception. No matter how beautiful and innocent Tylyn looked, she could kill them with out a hint of remorse. The young dark elf called to the fear struck soldiers.

"In the Name of King Llewellyn, Lord of Pandathaway, and ruler of these lands, I demand entrance to your city!"

"Tell us why we should allow a foul, corrupted creature such as yourself in to the fair city of Arvendale" Corporal Bethany ask, trying to hide the fear she was experiencing.

"I'm just a ranger seeking refuge and lodging in your fair city for a week or so, just long enough for my horse to get rested. Please let me in, I honestly mean you no harm." The elfmaid said, "look you can take away my weapons if that makes you feel any better, I only seek a little company for myself and my horse, Peloquin"

At this point the gates opened and a squad of amazon shock troops took hold of the half Drow warrioress, removed her weapons and bound her to make sure she could do no harm. Not that there was anything Tylyn could have done, they out numbered her nine to one and they were supported by the sentries in the towers. A couple of the women took hold of the reins of the Ranger's mighty Moon Charger and led him to the stables with little resistance from the horse.

The Ranger was taken before the Centurion in command of the city's garrison of Amazonian soldiers, a beautiful oriental girl no older than eighteen summers, who ordered her guard's to untie the Drow and introduced herself as Jazmyn del Shinohara Kino. The dark elf crossed her arms across her breast and bowed down dropping to one knee,

"I am Tylyn del-Annar del-Rae D'Elghinn Nar-Kai, of the Darthirr!" She said and went to rise up again when she heard Jazmyn say, "You will stay there until I tell you that you can rise, and if you wish to live you will obey me." She paused then continued "Is that understood, Tylyn of the Darthirr?"

Tylyn nodded meekly. Jazmyn ordered the soldiers to leave and go about their duties then after the last one had left she bolted the door. These acts sent a shiver of fear through Tylyn's body, as she was sure that this beautiful girl was going to torture and kill her because she was a half blood Drow.

"Look at me Tylyn, look at me and tell me how old you are!" Jazmyn demanded.

Tylyn raised her pretty face to meet the gaze of her captor and told the Centurion that she had seen one hundred summers, making her the equivalent of a sixteen year old human.

"My, you are a young one, but never mind that I think that you will suit my purposes, at least for the time being, my little half Drow." Jazmyn retorted and began to unbuckle her ornate armor. When the last piece of armor was removed Jazmyn stood before Tylyn wearing only her miniscule black satin under garments.

Tylyn blushed and lowered her head once again so that Jazmyn could not see the wanton lust in her eyes. "Oh by the Gods she is beautiful, how I want to hold her and have her make love to me" Tylyn thought to herself then getting her mind back to the matter at hand told herself "Hold it girl, what do you know about her? For all you know these are the last moments of life that you will know. "Now you will remove your armor" Jazmyn ordered, "and remember no attempts to attack me or I'll call my guards, Synthya and Antonia. "Now, Remove that armor! Jaz demanded in an impatient tone. Tylyn rose to her feet and did as was requested of her. Standing before Jazmyn wearing only a silk swimsuit, of Drow make, and her thigh high black leather boots Tylyn shivered with anticipation. The Centurion was stunned by the sight of Tylyn's near naked body and moved closer to the girl.

"There now, isn't this better?" she asked never taking her eyes off Tylyn's taut silk encased body, "No armor allows us to get comfortable as we get to know each other better."

"You mean you are not going to kill me?" Tylyn asked nervously as Jaz began kissing her on her neck and shoulders.

"Only with passion my sweet Tylyn only with passion" and so saying Jazmyn drew Tylyn closer to her and kissed her on the lips, her tongue sought Tylyn's tongue and her hands roamed over the ranger's body. Tylyn returned the kiss with passion, letting her emotions take control as she allowed her hands to explore Jazmyn's form. The ranger wanted this girl, wanted her love, she had been without love for long enough Jaz broke off the kiss and looked at Tylyn "Will you make love to me Tylyn?" she asked. "Yes Oh it would be an honor to make love to you" Tylyn breathed sensuously.

Jazmyn removed her remaining garments, "This removes the final barrier between us" she said as she began to take off Tylyn's silk swimsuit. Tylyn thought she was dreaming. Not only was she being spared by the Centurion, but also she was about to have this girl that she desired make love to her. And that thought thrilled the elfmaid to the very core of her being. Jaz thought she had to be the luckiest woman alive when she had Tylyn standing naked before her. Here was a girl close to her own age with the most perfect body she had ever seen who wanted her love as much as she wanted to give it. "Now if you will come with me I will show you the bed room" Jaz said looking lustfully into Tylyn's intense indigo eyes and taking her hand. Tylyn, who was drowning in a vast ocean of lust herself, could only nod and allowed the Centurion lead her to a small room just off the office. Jaz moved behind Tylyn kissing her exposed neck and shoulders once more. One of Her hands found Tylyn's firm breasts while the other snaked its way down her body and between her thighs, where her fingers worked their magic.

"Oh that feels so gooood, no one has ever touched me like you are now Jazmyn" Tylyn purred, thrusting her hips back and forth to the rhythm of the fingers between her thighs. Feeling resistance Jaz stopped and turned Tylyn around to face her.

"Tylyn are you still a virgin? Or don't you go in for Men that much?" she asked hopefully.

"Both" replied Tylyn "I come from an Amazonian city completely devoid of males, and quite honestly I only have sex with other girls. The way I see it only a girl knows how to love another girl the way she needs to be loved. And that is one of the codes I live by." "So you have been with other girls before?" Jaz asked "Yes, I have" "but never with one as beautiful as you" the Ranger answered moving closer to the Centurion. Taking Tylyn in her arms, Jazmyn began kissing her once more.

"Oh Jaz! Please don't stop! Please" Tylyn uttered. "Your wish is my command my lovely little Ranger" Jazmyn said

After an hour or so the two ceased their lovemaking and lay beside each other breathing steadily. "So where did you learn to make love like that?" Jazmyn asked as she kissed Tylyn tenderly between her breasts. "Like I told you, I grew up in a city with no men in it" the elf maid began, "so all the girls were intimate with each other. Some for conquest some just for the loving intimacy that only girls can give. But I was coveted by all, not only for my beauty. You see my mother was the Queen of our city and that meant that my life partner would rule with me as my consort when I gained the throne. That is probably the main reason I left. I mean I had fun with the girls but I never loved any of them enough for me to consider any of them my life partner. And besides I'm only young and there is plenty of time to find a consort before I claim the throne".

"Your royalty?" Jazmyn asked, "I had no idea. In that case I would be deeply honored if you would stay at my townhouse and share my bed with me while you are in the Arvendale region... and whenever you visit this city know well that you will always have a place to stay and someone to love you."

"Thank you very much" Tylyn replied. Looking deeply into Jaz's eyes she asked, "will we be disturbed by anyone at your place?" "Only if you wish it my sweet" Jazmyn answered "I mean I have a maid who has the same sexual tastes as me and there are the girls in my Amazonian Garrison as well if you would you like to meet them". "No that's alright, I just want to be with you." Tylyn said with a shy, sexy smile.

The two just lay there for a while engaging in small talk about their pasts and adventures, but it wasn't long however before they began to make love again. This time it wasn't rushed, they had the time to take it slowly and to discover the secrets of each other's flawless bodies. They made love until around midnight, then slept the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.

Tylyn woke up around mid morning and she was alone in the small private bedchamber. After eating the meal left for her she dressed, strapped on her armor and left the office in search of Jazmyn. She found that the people of Arvendale were much more accepting of her today than they were when she arrived, and figured that the Centurion had told them that she was of no threat to them. Her search eventually brought her to the guardhouse, where a lone warrioress sat on the steps sharpening her longsword. She wore less armor than Tylyn did and was quite beautiful as were all the amazons of the city garrison.

"Greetings Dark One" she called when she saw Tylyn approaching, "I'm Synthya of Arvendale".

"Hail and well met Synthya, I'm Tylyn of the Darthir" the Ranger responded.

"How may I be of assistance to one so beautiful?" the charming woman asked taking Tylyn's hand and kissing the back of it. "I'm looking for your Centurion, The Lady Jazmyn del Shinohara Kino" Tylyn said, "Have you seen her?"

"She took a squad of twenty out to investigate the ancient ruins of Xanthaxas, just south of town." Synthya told her' "The local farmers claim that a Great-Green has been stealing their cattle and that it resides in the ruins. Jaz said she intended to find out for her self if there was any truth in the rumors."

"Oh Gods, No" Tylyn screamed, "It will kill her, you must give me my weapons back, I'm the only one who can save her."

"You mmmean that there rrreallly is a Gggreeeen Dddraggon in those rrruins?" the soldier stammered her question in terror.

"That is the real reason that I am here." The ranger explained, "King Llewellyn has sent me out to find and slay this dragon that as been terrorizing the lands under his protection. My weapons carry the enchantments needed for me to fulfill my task, you must return them to me. I am the only hope that Jazmyn and the other amazons have." Synthya went into the guard house and returned with Tylyn's Special Shortswords, Bow and four quivers of war arrows. "Good luck" she told Tylyn, flashing the beautiful elven ranger a sexy smile, "and may your Gods aid you in your task."

Tylyn's next stop was the stables to get her mighty Moon Horse stallion, Peloquin. When she arrived she found that the stablehand had her mount saddled and even barded. The thing that caught her attention however was the wickedly barbed spear that he was holding out to her "Take this, it is the 'Spear of Artemis' it is very powerful" he said in a thick accent, "it will help ye to slaye the fell beastie!" Tylyn slung herself into the saddle, took hold of the spear and sent Peloquin into a full gallop towards the now open south gates of Arvendale. She didn't slow the charger's pace until the ruins of Xanthaxas were in sight. Drawing nearer she could see the bodies of several amazons lying near the entrance to the city and a priest tending to the wounded. She dismounted and approached the priest. "Where is the Centurion called Jazmyn?" Tylyn demanded "In there" the priest motioned towards the entrance to the ruins, "But I doubt that she still lives. The dragon kills all that gets too close to her or her treasure. Don't throw your life away trying to save the dead, my child"

"You don't understand father I am the only one who can possibly kill that creature" Tylyn said trying to hide her real reasons for going in to the ruins, which were to get Jazmyn out no matter what the cost. "Then I wish you all the Luck of Tymora," the priest said "Oh and child, I hope she is worth the risk you're taking." He added with a knowing wink.

"I think she is" Tylyn replied, then arming herself she entered the crumbling city that was once Xanthaxas.

Once inside Tylyn followed the tracks of the shock troops and eventually came to the underground cavern that the dragon had made it's home. Moving as silently as death and hiding in the shadows, Tylyn moved cautiously into the cave to get an advantage in the fight that was about to erupt. The young Ranger edged her way along a ledge about fifty feet above the dragon, that led to a natural rock platform that would allow her to get several attacks on the Great Wyrm without it being able to retaliate.

Tylyn stood at the edge of the platform and prepared her first attack. Within seconds four arrows were launched and on their way towards the dragon's sleeping eyes, Tylyn's favorite attack. Thock, thock, thock, thock. The arrows all struck home causing the beast to rise up on it's hind legs, bellowing in agony as the now glowing arrows started to sink deeper into the creature's eye sockets. "Who dares to attack Dalgarath-Hai-Draco in her own lair?" The Great Green screamed, causing the walls to shake and bits of rock to fall from the roof, "speak up, make yourself known to me so that I may have the pleasure of knowing who the fool is that I am killing". "I am Tylyn Nar-Kai of Malakaithera, and the leader of this war band, oh Great One, and I am afraid that it is you who dies today. To the glory of the Drow Nation!" the Ranger said with authority, trying to make the dragon believe a Drow War Party was attacking her. With that said she hefted the great glowing spear at the blinded dragon. The weapon struck the huge reptile in the back, right between the wings and was followed by an explosion of gore as it ripped through the dragon, causing it to roar in pain once more.

The Great beast dropped to the ground, unconscious from the pain and the shock. As it's head hit the ground the Ranger noticed Jazmyn's helm roll off the treasure pile. Tylyn Leapt from the platform to the scaly hide of Dalgarath and began to butcher the creature with her twin shortswords. With tears in her eyes the Ranger hacked into the carcass of the dragon.

"I'll teach you to kill people I love and care deeply about" she screamed, surprising herself with the confession of love she had just made. She had only just met Jazmyn yesterday and here she was one day later screaming at a dead dragon that she loved the centurion. In her heart she knew her words were true Jazmyn was the only true love she had ever known and now this dragon had killed her. "Take that, you no good for nothing piece of garbage" the ranger screamed as she finally cleaved the head from the dragon's body. "You aren't even fit to be called a dragon you, you, you, ... murderer" she sobbed as she continued to carve up the beast.

After she was finished the dragon looked more like a pile of minced beef and Tylyn was drenched in blood. She went to the pool of fresh water and cleaned herself up then she started picking her way through the ruins for the body of her beloved. It wasn't long before she found Jazmyn's shoulder plates and a trail of blood. Following the trail she found piece after piece of the Centurion's discarded armor but the blood trail was getting less pronounced. Following only the footprints now Tylyn entered another cave mouth and found Jazmyn quite alive and lying on a large bed of moss in only her under garments as she had shredded her buckskins to make make-shift bandaged for the minor cuts and scratches she had received from the dragon.

"I've been waiting for you lover, what kept you?" she asked Tylyn, who rushed over to her and took the Centurion in her arms. "I thought ... that you ... were dead Jaz, ... never do that to me again ... if you want me to continue ... being your friend!" Tylyn sobbed through tears of joy.

"After last night I would think that we would mean more to each other than just friends." Jazmyn retorted cheekily.

"Oh Jaz, you mean ... more than life itself to me ... I cannot bear the thought ... of loosing you ... so soon after I ... just found you." The Ranger said tearfully.

"There, there Ty. I know just how you feel, and the feeling is mutual darling. Now what say we get out of here, I have a large tub back home that we can share," the Centurion said lustfully as she hugged Tylyn to her.

"How can I refuse such an offer made by someone so beautiful." The ranger said as she broke the embrace and lifted Jaz into her arms. Carrying the Centurion Tylyn Made her way out of the ruins, where the priest was still waiting.

"See what you can do with this one Father" the Ranger said putting Jazmyn down sot ht the priest could heal her wounds, "I have some business to take care of inside"

Tylyn emerged fifteen minutes later carrying the spear. The priest was gone and Jaz was fully healed and sitting astride Peloquin. "I cremated the dragon, it will make retrieving the treasure an easier task. No smell of decay" Tylyn explained as she slung herself up behind Jazmyn.

"Back to town Pel." Tylyn told her horse, who followed her command to the letter, allowing Tylyn to enjoy being close to Jaz once more. As they rode, Tylyn removed her gauntlets and wrapped her arms around Jazmyn's waist and hugged the pretty soldier lovingly. Then her playful nature got the better of her, she snaked her right hand down beneath the waistband of Jaz's panties, but before she could go any further the Centurion grabbed her hand.

"Not Now Ty, there will be plenty of time for that when we get home". She told Tylyn sternly, looking over her shoulder but when she saw Tylyn's pretty face and the tears in her indigo eyes, her features softened and she smiled at the Ranger. "I promise we'll have plenty of time to have fun when we get back to my place, and I have the day off tomorrow as well!"

They entered the city at dusk, just before the Great Gates were locked for the night. After stabling Peloquin they headed for Jazmyn's townhouse.

Jazmyn's home rivaled the homes of most of Tylyn's wealthiest associates. The walls were adorned with paintings of women in various stages of dress and undress. Tylyn growing more aroused at the sight of the artworks grabbed Jazmyn and removed her cami-top. She began kissing the Centurion but Jaz stopped her.

"Follow me to the bathroom lover, then we both can enjoy ourselves," she told Tylyn.

The bathroom was large and very modern with a pool-like bath set in the middle of the floor.

"please allow me the pleasure of removing your armor and clothes, dear Tylyn, to me it would be like unwrapping the ultimate gift" Jaz said sexily, with a look of sheer lust in her jade eyes. "Jaz, you can do anything you want to me" Tylyn told her. Jazmyn sidled up to the Ranger and kissed her passionately, while her hands went to work unbuckling Tylyn's armor. Piece by piece it fell to the floor and Jazmyn kissed and licked every inch of her lover's flesh as it was exposed. After the armor was gone Jaz began to peel off Tylyn's soaking swimsuit, continuing her erotic tongue and lip action as she did.

When she had stripped the Ranger, Jaz stepped back to admire Tylyn's naked body.

"Oh by the Gods, Ty, you have the most heavenly body I have ever seen and the face of an angel to match" she said, "I have never felt this way with any other girl that I have been with, ... Tylyn, I really love you"

Tylyn walked seductively over to Jazmyn, dropped to her knees and looked deeply into her lover's eyes.

"I love you too Jaz. I only realized it when I thought the dragon had killed you. I have never been in love before but I know this is the real thing" she breathed and began to lick her way down the Centurions taught stomach.

The two eventually found their way to the bath where they continued to have their own special brand of intimate pleasure. Tylyn found this experience and exhilarating, it was definitely something she would want more of in the future. She offered a silent prayer to Artemis that her future was linked to this beautiful young woman that her heart had been lost to. Jaz was unlike any other girl Tylyn had ever been with. She was soft and gentle, warm and loving, she did not want Tylyn so she could rule beside her. It was love that she sought and Tylyn returned that love.

After toweling each other off the girls began kissing once more and made love for hours before falling asleep in each other's arms. They awoke the next day still holding each other, Tylyn loved the feeling of waking up in the arms of another, but to wake up in the arms of someone who genuinely loved her was the greatest feeling of all. Her and Jazmyn just lay in bed for the next hour or so talking about their lives and adventures. The Ranger suspected that there was something that Jaz wasn't telling her, but the Centurion just told her that it was not important and that she would tell her when the time was right. After breakfast they rode out to the ruins to collect the treasure that had formerly belonged to Dalgarath, the Great Green Dragon and ended up making love on the moss bed Jazmyn had found the previous day. Over the next few weeks their love for one another grew stronger as they lived the life of lovers and learned more about each other. Tylyn Suspected that the Centurion was keeping something from her but it didn't really matter for she knew that when the time was right that Jaz would tell her everything. Tylyn and Jazmyn realized that their love for each other was true and nothing could ever destroy it. It was then that the unexpected happened, Tylyn received word from King Llewellyn informing her that his personal guard, of which she was a part, had disappeared and that it was now up to her to find them as the patrols he sent had been unsuccessful.

Tylyn was devastated she had found what she had been seeking for all her life since she came of age only to be forced to leave it all behind to find friends who treated her with contempt because of her Drow blood. She didn't know how she was going to tell Jaz but she knew it had to be done she just hoped that Jazmyn would understand and not hate her for leaving.

That evening Jazmyn prepared a very intimate dinner for herself and Tylyn. There was no food, as none was needed for what she had planned for the centurion. Only two chalices and an ornate bottle sat on the table. After she lit the candles in the candelabra Jazmyn walked seductively towards Tylyn and began to kiss and caress the Ranger. "Oh Jaz, I do so love you. I wish this night would never end." as she took her lover's head in her hands and stopped her. I need you so much I just want to make love to you right now as after tonight we may never see each other again.

"Don't talk like that," Jaz said understandingly, "you will be back, now drink some of this with me now and know that where ever you are, I will be with you as this will unite our souls."

"What is it Jaz?" Tylyn asked inquisitively.

"A special blend of herbs, mead, elixir of eternal youth and our special ingredients" She explained "Bound together with an unconditional Love spell from Old Heather, the local Wise Woman."

Tylyn took her chalice and drank the potion down. She had wondered what Jaz had meant by "Our Own Special ingredients but now she knew as she could taste Jazmyn's flavour as well as her own.

"We are destined to meet again Tylyn my love" Jaz said, "If not in this life time then in the next and we will always know the love we have for each other."

The Girls watched each other disrobe Tylyn took the Centurion in her arms and held her tight, taking comfort in the feel of another girl's warm naked flesh against her own. Jazmyn took delight from the feel of Tylyn's Body too, but she wanted something more from the young Ranger.

Tylyn began Kissing the nape of Jazmyn's neck, licking around the clean line of the Centurion's jaw. Tylyn could Smell ascent compound of half vanilla, half musk and all raw, hot need as she began kissing Jaz tenderly on the lips and running her hands all over Jazmyn's angelic body.

The two made love all through the night and into the middle hours of the next morning, then slept the sleep of the just.

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Chloe's Story

April in Attica just may be the time and place that most closely approaches perfection. The winds of February and the rains of March give way to clear skies and the seduction of the olive fields. All is lush and growing, as the Earth Mother Gaea decrees, and her daughter Chloe walks the land, touching each plant with green, for Green is the gift of the young goddess. Chloe laughs as she touches each bud, and her laughter is heard on the gentle breeze. She giggles in pleasure as she gently pinches her own pink nipples through her diaphanous green shift. The yellow-brown grass of Winter turns green under her feet as she walks the land. She carries a magic wand of pussy willow, and occasionally she lifts her transparent skirt to brush the soft nubs against her thighs, and elsewhere. It is a season for pleasure, and Chloe delights in both the giving and the receiving.

Strains of an unknown music float to Chloe's ears on the Spring breeze. It is a sad music, which seems to call out "I am here. I am alone. I am lonely. Come to me." How could anyone be lonely, with the trees and the flowers and the birds for company? Chloe has to find out. She follows the sound of the music, high up on a rocky hill, and there beholds a slim maiden with lustrous eyes and even shinier long brown hair. The maiden's ruby lips are dancing back and forth across the tops of a set of Pan-pipes, which in Attica are called a syrinx. Chloe gazes at those lips, as they draw the mournful tune from her instrument. They are the most luscious lips Chloe has ever seen, and the way they seem to kiss the syrinx reminds Chloe of the touch of a gentle lover.

Chloe sits down on a nearby stone, and once again lifts her skirt to brush the downy buds of her pussy-willow wand between her parted thighs. Not taking her eyes from the musician's lips, she begins to imagine how that mouth would feel against hers. With the fingers of one hand she parts her own pussy lips, to allow the slim wand to brush over her clitoris. She moans in pleasure, and the moan seems to blend in tune with the music of the pipes. Chloe lets the rhythm of the syrinx guide her own self-pleasuring, sometimes slowing into languid indulgence, and sometimes racing ahead toward a climax. She turns her pussy-wand and slides the plump base into her vagina, then begins to pump it in and out with joyous abandon as the sound of the pipes dances around her in the soft spring air. Suddenly she is drowning in delicious orgasm, and must cry out her ecstasy for all the hills around to hear.

Startled by the sound, Daphne abruptly ceases to play. She looks around and sees a woman only a little older than she, clad in green gossamer, yet with her skirt raised, and a shaft of pussy willow sticking lewdly out of her cunt. Daphne stares at her nether-lips, as avidly as Chloe has been regarding her mouth upon the pipes. For a moment that hangs suspended in time, each stares at the other's lips, then their eyes meet, and both rise to approach each other. The voluptuous Chloe easily sheds her thin dress as she moves, and lays her wand aside. Her hands cup her ample breasts, holding them in offering to the musician who has seduced her.

Daphne stares at the lush figure who has cum in response to her musical call. She reaches out, and accepts the offered breasts, caressing the hard nipples, then bending to suck them between her teeth. Moaning in pleasure, Chloe reaches down to take Daphne's white linen tunic. Contact between mouth and breast is momentarily broken as the garment is lifted over Daphne's head, but the intimacy is quickly restored. Daphne's hands glide down to the waist of the green goddess, then reach further to caress her firm buttocks. At Chloe's urging, the young girl's lips reluctantly leave her ripe nipples, and begin to wend their way up Chloe's neck, to breath softly in her ear. Chloe shudders in delight as her earlobe is taken between those perfect lips, and then a tongue begins to explore the swirls within. She feels the tongue not only within her ear, but also between her thighs, igniting new passion.

Impatient, Chloe must taste these lips with her own. She turns her head, and her mouth meets Daphne's. The lips are soft and rich, and part readily against her own. Tentatively, at first, the two girls touch tongues. One slides slowly and seductively along the other, as if indulging in a moment of remembered felatio. The second tongue stiffens like an excited little cock, and twitches and dances in excitement. Then the two entwine, sliding lewdly around each other, sucking and being sucked into the other's mouth.

Daphne's small breasts press against Chloe's more ample ones, as their bellies meet. Her slim hips move against Chloe's fuller ones. Body slides against body, as tongue slides against tongue. Slowly the two women sink to the soft earth, still locked in each other's embrace. Finally breaking the kiss; Chloe, the aggressor, gently eases Daphne onto her back. Daphne closes her eyes and parts her slim thighs in total surrender. She cries out as Chloe's lips close on her firm tits, nibbling and nipping at her nipples. Daphne has never felt such gentle, yet insistent, sexuality before. Her nipples ache as they swell until they feel they might burst. Chloe's hand comes to rest on the sparse fur of Daphne's vulva, her fingertips probing and teasing their way between the damp folds. Behind her closed eyes all Daphne can see is the erotic vision of Chloe's open cunt spilling its nectar down the shaft of that pussy-willow wand. She raises her hips to meet Chloe's exploring fingers, and is rewarded by the feeling of them slipping into her vagina. "Yes!" she breathes, "Yes!" as those fingers begin to slide in and out of her cunt.

Chloe's tongue begins to leave a damp trail down the taut belly of her new lover. Daphne gasps as it finds her clitoris and starts to make slow swirls around her nub of pleasure. Two fingers of each of Chloe's hands penetrate Daphne's love tunnel, and hold it open for her experienced tongue to dip into the nectar within. Daphne's cunt is transformed into a wellspring of lust, as the lusty juices of youth rise to her opening and are spent on Chloe's questing tongue, and overflow down her perineum, to drip from her anus to the waiting Earth below. The Earth Mother smiles at Chloe and her lovely nymph, for all acts of love and pleasure are her rites.

Daphne is rewarded, as the lush lips of Chloe's sex are brought to hover over her longing lips. Having no experience in sucking pussy, Daphne must employ vigor in place of skill, so she grips the hips of the Green goddess and raises her head to mash her face into the fertile cleft above her. Her tongue slurps at the inner folds of the mystery above her, until it penetrates between them to discover the entrance she seeks. Without hesitation, Daphne licks upward into the darkness.

Chloe's cunt responds to the hot, wet assault with a flow of rich white cream that flows over her lover's eager face. Mouth, chin, nose and cheeks; all are soon covered in the spending of Chloe's passion. The two young women each erupt in delicious orgasm. They grip each other's asses, and begin to roll down the hillside, locked in their sixty-nine position of mutual sharing. Neither will release the other's hips lest the glorious juices of the other's sex be taken from her eager mouth, but as they shriek in their joy, they both begin to laugh, and too soon they are separated as their downhill progress causes them to bounce apart. They lie in the afternoon sun, giggling and licking the other's nectar from their mouths, until they are drawn together again to taste themselves on a lover's lips.

Apollo, Lord of the Sun, slows His golden chariot to better observe the lustful scene below. Feeling his private parts rise to the challenge of seducing the lovely maidens, he abandons his ride across the sky and plunges toward the Earth.

Daphne, lying once more on her back, opens her eyes to greet her lover's gaze. A brilliant light shines over Chloe's shoulder, and grows brighter by the moment. Frightened, by the fireball, she leaps to her feet and starts to run. In her panic she cries out to the Earth Mother to save her, and not let her be consumed by the flame. Having just received such an offering of love from Daphne, Gaea cannot deny such a prayer, so she sends a root to grip the fleeing girl by the ankle, and instantly Daphne is transformed into a small tree, without leaf or fruit.

Confused about the disappearance of the object of His lust, Apollo turns aside. "Why has this lovely girl been taken from me?" He cries.

"Because you frightened her with your power." Mother Gaea replies in the mysterious language with which the Earth speaks to the Sun. "And what is done cannot be undone, and let that be a lesson to you the next time you desire a human maid."

Broken hearted, Chloe picks up her gossamer green dress, and casts it over the little tree, and the tree brings forth leaves. They are the leaves of Apollo's lust, and ever since, the Bay Laurel has been His symbol, and the crown of bay leaves has been worn by Olympic victors, and Caesars, and even today embraces the World on the flag of the United Nations.

And Chloe turns slowly away, for only She remembers that the Bay tree is the lover the God of the Sun never had, but she did. And Chloe smiles.

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The Beach

Cynthia sat in her patio, pondering her life as she put down a book by Anais Nin. The cold morning sea breeze cut through her chiffon robe and slippers, the chill went through her body, turning her milk white skin into a row of goose pimples. Her long brown curls twirled freely in the wind, reminding her how Stephen once touched her hair. They were to be married, but Stephen left her waiting at the altar. From then on Cynthia swore that she would never be hurt again, even if it meant she would be alone forever. From her patio she looked out at the swirling ocean and the white, foaming waves crashing on shore. The waves were like his empty promises, seemingly full of promise but ending up as little more than foam. Stephen was ready to give her the universe in and its wonders, only to give her suffering and pain .

Despite it all, at least I can still laugh at the comical tragedy that is life, Cynthia though as she reached over to the small metal table to her side. Putting her black clay mug of coffee, she drank bitterly sweet coffee. At least there was one good thing about him, the sex, Cynthia thought. The absolutely divine, ecstatic, mind blowing sex. Her body shuddered even to think about it, as she closed her eyes for a moment and relived the many happy nights they spent together. In a wave all first experiences with Stephen came tumbling back: the first kiss, the first embrace, the first time they had sex, and so much more. Deeply in her heart, Cynthia felt a pang of regret and loss...letting it out with a long sigh. Will I ever again be with someone again who can make me feel as good? Do I deserve love and pleasure? Cynthia opened her eyes the early morning light flooded back into her vision, along with the tide rushing out to sea. As she stared at the ocean, Cynthia thought she saw a nude woman emerging from the foam and froth of the sea. The woman had long cherry blonde hair, that clung to her wet body, covering her breasts. She could have been Venus coming from the sea, newly born, as she walked out of the foaming water onto the dirty white sand. Her eyes popping out of her head, Cynthia dropped her coffee mug on the patio to stand up. "Are you all right? What happened to you?" Cynthia ran out to meet the woman. Finally meeting her between the water and her patio, standing in front of the dripping woman, her face twisted in concern. "No Cynthia, I'm fine. But, are you all right?" the strange woman smiled mysteriously back at Cynthia, batting the wet hair out of her face and away from her plump breasts.

"How did you know my name? Who are you?" Cynthia took a step back, staring cross-eyed at the woman. The woman stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "My name is Constance ... and I heard your thoughts, you're very lonely. Is there something that I could do?" Again, she smiled, her ocean green eyes sparkling.

"What do you mean by that? You heard my thoughts?" Cynthia tied to look away from Constance, but she couldn't. She had seen thousands of women, but never really looked at a woman before, for the first time she saw the gentle curve of her hips, the contradictory hardness and softness of her plump breasts, the wispy hair that that was below her taut stomach that lead...no, she turned her back on this woman, closing her eyes, ashamed of her thoughts. "Why should you be ashamed to be attracted to me? I'm attracted to you ... you called me. You were so lonely... " Constance stepped up to Cynthia and embraced her, kissing the small of her neck. Pulling away and then turning again to face this strange woman, Cynthia stared at her with fire in her blue eyes. "But I've always heard that it was wrong to things like that with another woman. I don't even know how to do it...What are you?"

"I'm what you've wanted for so long ... do you always question your deepest thoughts and desires? Why not just accept them." Constance again stepped forward, simply looking at Cynthia, smiling gently. Cynthia's face was wrought with confusion, but at the same time a longing for something that she hadn't felt in a long time. Cynthia sighed, and closed her eyes, folding her arms against her chest. As she folded her chest, Constance put her arms around her, gently kissing her cheek blushed cheeks. Cynthia opened her eyes then unfolded her arms, starting to embrace Constance returning her kiss on the lips. Constance also kissed her, locking her lips with Cynthia's with passion and love. Suddenly, she stopped, and broke away from Constance, shaking and moaning.

"No, no...I can't do it...no, I can't do it...someone may see..."she ran back to her patio, opening her siding glass door, shutting it and then running to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. As she shut the door behind her, she turned, screaming as she put her hands out in a defensive manner, her body shaking like a fish dangling on a fisherman's line. Constance, if that really was her name, was in her bedroom, standing directly in front of her.

"How did you get in here? This can't be..."Cynthia shook even more violently, moaning in what might have been horror or delight as her hands tried to go for the doorknob. But she couldn't open the door since she felt an irresistible urge to wildly embrace this woman kiss her and make love to her. Cynthia began to lose her breath, reaching to the tie of her robe and pulling it lose throwing it down on the floor. She embraced Constance, kissing her savagely, biting her bottom lip as she threw her arms around the strange woman. Constance did the same thing exactly, matching the kiss and the embrace with the same ferocity and vigor.

Constance pulled her head back for a moment, and only held Cynthia to her, she smiled and said: "Now you can live out your fantasies and dreams that you buried and hid deep down in your mind. Love me as you have loved none other in your life, take me Cynthia. Take me now."

Cynthia smiled with wild delight as she took Constance's hand, leading her to her king size bed. Constance, then Cynthia got on the bed and lay down, to embrace one another, kissing and holding each other close. Cynthia went to Constance's ear, putting her ear to it and sucking on it. She whispered in Constance's ear: "This is just the first thing I've always wanted to do..." With her tongue in Constance's ear, Cynthia slowly moved her hands to Constance's fine hands and simply held them, grasping them tightly. Constance also moved her hands to Cynthia's breasts slowly to gently massage them. Cynthia's tongue slowly went down her neck licking and kissing every inch of Constance's wet skin, going down Constance's arm, down to the elbow and finally to her hand. She sucked on Constance's hand, pulling it in and out of her mouth, and finally sucking on the individual fingers. Constance closed her eyes, smiling and moaning softly under her breath. Preoccupied with her own pleasure for the moment, Constance simply laid her hand on Cynthia's breast, slowly moving as she shuddered in ecstasy. Cynthia pulled the now moist hand from her mouth, holding it in front of Constance's oval face. "Touch me with your hand." she put Constance's hand directly above her clit.

Constance did exactly as she was told, as she move her hand down then began to rub Cynthia's clit, slowly and gently. She did it with some hesitation, very deliberately and slowly, as Cynthia frowned. "That's not how I like it...do it this way." Cynthia put her hand on Constance's clit, and began to rub. She rubbed violently and deliberately, making Constance shriek in pleasure, arching her back slightly. Cynthia smiled as Constance cried out, which only added to her own pleasure. Finally, Constance returned her hand to Cynthia's clit, rubbing it again. This time, Cynthia screamed, still rubbing at the same time, only increasing the speed. The two of them rubbed each other, moaning and breathing simultaneously, as though they were exact duplicates. Suddenly Constance stopped, pushing Cynthia on her back, she began to rub her clit against as Cynthia rubbed against her. They began to moan and pant in unison, so enraptured by each other. The two women rubbed against each other faster and faster, wet hair and dry hair flew in all directions as their speed only increased. Finally, the two women let out half a scream and half a moan as they orgasmed at the same time, both their bodies releasing the built tension. Constance pulled away, putting one finger in Cynthia, then another and then next, until her entire hand was inside her. Cynthia's body shook again, wincing in pain and in pleasure as Constance clinched her hand into a fist, then thrusted forward. After only a moment, Cynthia's entire body shook as she came again. Cynthia grabbed Constance, pulling her to her, to greedily kissing her. The room smelled of a combination of sweat, sea salt and vaginal tears, the two women embracing and kissing each other.

Constance moved to Cynthia's side, taking the still shaking woman into her arms and putting her head on her shoulder. "I know you enjoyed that as much as I did. We have to do that again, and we will -- soon." Constance smiled and cooed, playing with Cynthia's hair. "But, I must go now..."

Cynthia moaned, not in pleasure, but in anguish, clinging to Constance beginning to cry. "You can't leave me. You can't..." Her hands grabbed Constance's shoulders, holding them down weakly, just as a little girl would cling to her favourite doll as her younger sister might try to tear it out of her hands. Constance brought her hands to Cynthia's head, bringing it from her breast as she leaned to kiss her passionately on her lips. "No, you'll never be alone again. Just go to the beach ... and rub this ..." A brilliant ruby cut in a heart, that was surrounded by gold and hung on a glowing silver chain suddenly appeared in Constance's hand. "If ever you feel alone, rub this and I will be there. I am yours forever." Constance kissed Cynthia once more, her lips locking around Cynthia's, their tongues meeting and touching as they embraced as both their hands moved up and down their backs gently. Constance put the necklace over Cynthia's neck, the ruby falling to rest between her breasts, a perfect contrast between the pale white skin and the blood red ruby. Slowly and ever so gently Constance broke away from Cynthia, with a tear in her eye. "Remember, you'll never be alone again. Come and walk with me to the sea." Constance got up from the bed, taking Cynthia's hand in hers leading her to the door.

They walked out the patio and down the beach, hand in hand, still completely nude. A gentle breeze embraced the two lovers as they reached the shore. The once clear morning had become a blustery afternoon, black storm clouds still far out to sea slowly making their way over the bay to the shore. The two women walked until they reached they very edge of the sea, stopping as the waves washed against their long legs. They embraced once more, clinging and kissing each other, as if they both knew it would be the last time they would be together. Constance's lips made their way to Cynthia's quivering ears, kissing and whispering in it. "Remember me, Cynthia. Dream of me, my love..." They hugged each other tightly, squeezing one another in desperation. This time it was Constance who broke away, starry eyed, clearing her throat, sadly gazing on her lover. "I am yours forever..." Constance waved and slowly walked into the sea, her head turned to look at Constance tears also clouding her green eyes. "Be well..." Cynthia grasped the ruby between her breasts with her right hand, a biting pain at her heart. She walked at Constance's side into the warm sea. They held hands as they went into the froth, tightly gripping each other's hands deeper and deeper until they no longer held hands. Cynthia winced, turning around and swimming back to the shore. The west wind bit at her, but she was not cold, she was full of warmth and love from the ruby that hung around her neck, singing a love song. Oblivious of her nudity, Cynthia smiled, wrapping her arms around her chest and walking from the sea to go home, full of relief that she would never be alone. She did wonder when she would see her lover from the ocean again and, what would happen when she would call on her...

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Land of Thrae: A Friendship Formed

Chapter I: The Flesh Shop

A stiff morning breeze swept through the bustling crowed as they tried to move closer towards the wood platform that held upon it a variety of both young and old female slaves. The crowed cheered onwards as the trappers, pushed, prodded, and belittled their new catch from last nights hard work. Most of the crowd was of upper class, with only a few city shop keepers willing to spend the last of their cash, hoping to buy a girl for what ever their needs would require of them.

The trappers appeared fierce as they stood tall and proud on the platform. Their job was a risky one, but the rewards were worth any blood that they may have lost during battle. This group called themselves The Pest Control, there were four in all, and they were known through out the land as being one of the most violent pack of cut throats any one could ever meet. Their leader called himself Zek, he was a brutish Racoon with a leather patch that hid old torn flesh where his right eye once rested. Zek hardly ever became involved in the bidding, as it bored him senseless, he was only in it for the love of the hunt, and for the pain it caused towards those his team had enslaved.

His partners were Cal, a tall thin Fox, and Jiuana, a slinky Rabbit, she was the only female in the team. Their job was to guard the slaves, both in capturing those that tried to escape, and those that tried to steal away any of their hard fought goods. The last member of the team was named Bigaton, he only joined The Pest Control a few months ago, after their other member Chakul died in the heat of battle. Bigaton was a deer, his job was simply to be the face of the team. He dealt the rules to the buyers, and auctioned off the meat as quickly as possible, so that they could head on before any bounty hunters discovered where they were and tried to cash in on the large rewards that sat upon each of the members heads.

Todays auction was special, this was the first time in years The Pest Control dared to display their catch openly in a large city. Zek knew the risks he was taking, but they had something special in this catch, and he sure as hell wasn't going to sell it to just any small village rich prick. He wanted good money on this one, and only the big city had the kind of gold he was asking for.

One by one Cal and Jiuana dragged their screaming prizes out onto the platform. As always with the younger girls, they would strip them down to just their fur, or feathers, and force them to expose everything their body possessed in order to rise the price of the bid even if it was only by a few gold coins. Many of the girls had never experience such abuse in their entire life, and the act of being treated like a piece of meat one would buy at a market scared them so much that sometimes they fell into shock that was never awoken from. Every now and then the bidders would demand more from the youthful goods that were on display, mostly these poor creatures would have to perform sexual acts upon themselves, or sometimes with other slaves if they were to be sold as a pair.

The older slaves were rushed off quicker and never stripped, their prices were always five to six time lower than that of a young girls costs, except on rare occasions where the old slave had a special talent that may be of interest to some of the bidders.

Time passed slowly, too slowly, for Zek, but the special item was nearing, and he always liked to keep his special items last. With a motion of his right hand he signalled for Cal and Jiuana to bring forth the prize slave. The crowed gasped in delight as the slave stood before them. Her appearance was young and innocent, the soft white coat of her body glistened in the morning light as she stood eyes closed and shaking. She was not naked, but clothed in black to hide what she had on offer. Zek knew this fine piece of meat would sell for top dollar, and with the mystery about her body kept secret it would simply spice up the bids.

Bigaton stepped forward and slapped the sword heavily into the palm of his right hand. "The bid will start at one thousand gold, and no less."

Instantly the first bid was heard, but it wasn't for the asking price, but for a much larger sum of four thousand gold. Zek smiled, he knew this would end easily within the ten, to fifteen thousand gold price range, after all not everyday one gets the chance to buy a beautiful and young unicorn.

The bids battled higher and higher, as the Unicorn looked down to her hooves in sadness. She was doomed to live the rest of her life in misery, and nothing was going to change that.

Chapter II: Free And Easy

The bid had now reached a straight thirteen thousand, and it appeared as if the bidders were beginning to thin out. Suddenly from out of the crowed a voice yelled "Twenty five thousand, take it or leave it!"

Zek's eyes widened in shock, he never dreamt of such a bid in his life, even if it was a unicorn on sale. He moved forward and looked down into the crowed. The offer appeared to have been spoken by a creature covered in a thick brown robe, with the hood up to hide its face. Everyone fell silent, no counter offer was thrown, and after a few restless seconds Bigaton yelled "SOLD!"

The unicorn was quickly rushed back behind the tent, as the crowed began to disperse, with or without their new slave. Soon only the winning bidder was left standing, alone in front of the near empty platform with only Bigaton its only company.

Bigaton held his sword tightly, ready for anything as he spoke. "Climb up my dear fellow, your now one proud owner of a very rare unicorn."

The stranger without hesitation, leapt up onto the platform as easily as one would climb a stair case. Bigaton jumped back, sword outstretched ready to defend himself.

The stranger laughed softly before speaking. "Is this how you treat your best buyer, with sword ready for attack?"

Bigaton lowered his weapon, but as always in his training he allowed no tension to release just in case he quickly needed it again. "Follow me." He said as he directed the buyer behind the tent.

The old tent was dark and smelly, and even with the sun shining outside, it needed two candles on a table to light the small area. Bigaton joined his pack as Zek stepped forward. "I do hope you have the money my dear fellow, otherwise I will not be very happy, and when I'm not happy, I do ghastly things to animal flesh, real ghastly!" Zek laughed, with the others.

The stranger looked up and pulled the hood back. "If there's one thing I can't stand, it's being mistaken as a boy." The stranger was now visible, and it was very clear to them that it was not a man, but a young female feline.

Zek laughed once more. "It's not often I sell a costly slave to a girl, you are one of very few." Slowly Zek's grin turned sour as he leaned over the table that separated the two. "Now where is the twenty five thousand I was promised? I hate being made a fool of, especially by a girl."

The feline moved closer to the table, and placed her hands along the edge. "Yes the money, well it appears I was mistaken. Although I did bid twenty five thousand gold, I now discover that I was wrong, and all I have on me was twenty five gold pieces, silly me!" She smirked back.

"WHAT! You fool, you've just sealed your doom." Zek said as he slowly went for his sword.

"Oh, I do have one more thing. THIS!" And with that she threw the table forward hitting Zek in the stomach sending hot wax onto his dirty fur. And before anyone could even blink she had dropped her robe and was now holding two swords ready for battle.

"KILL THE FUCKIN' WHORE!" Zek screamed as he clambered up. Instantly Cal, Bigaton, and Jiuana leaped forward, swords and axes ready for the taste of fresh feline blood.

Quickly the trappers fanned out, and with each step closer they parted wider in an attempt to circle her. Instantly Cal shot forward, as his axe swung wildly at the felines neck. With the usual grace and skill of a feline, she ducked the blow and crossed her swords to slice two deep cuts into either side of his thighs. Cal fell to the dirt floor, unable to hold his own weight anymore, as the blood gushed out and covered his red fox coat.

Jiuana screamed in passion as she saw Cal wounded so badly from the girls blades. Cal was like a brother to Jiuana, and the sight was like that of seeing a love one struck down. Without thought Jiuana sprung forward wielding her large broad sword. Even though she was small, it was obvious to any opponent that her strength was more than expected from such a small figure.

Bigaton stood back as he watched the two girls circle each other, waiting for an opening in which to strike. Once he felt that the feline was concentrating more on Jiuana than on him, he rushed forward, and sliced a clean deep cut into her right ribs. The cat pounced left, fur still ruffled as she looked down to see the wound she had just received.

With eyes of hate, she hissed, and then pounced forward tackling Bigaton to the ground. With the natural skills of her race, she released her swords and ripped at Bigaton with her bare hands. Jiuana didn't dare swing her sword, with the girl moving so fast upon the floor, as she feared that she may miss her target and strike a lethal blow to Bigaton instead.

Bigaton quickly found himself in unknown territory, as he desperately tried to fight of his attacker and get loose. The claws and teeth of the cat ripped at Bigaton's hide like a knife skinning a fish. Her fury was fast and direct, and with each new tear, Bigaton felt more life drain from him.

Jiuana knew she would have to step in no matter what the consequences were. With one wild blow of the sword, the sharp blade sliced into her targets flesh. Immense pain shot through the girl, giving Bigaton enough breathing space to not only get himself free, but head butt her with his wiry horns.

Finally Zek, Bigaton, and Jiuana stood over the feline, as Cal lay unconscious on the floor.

"This bitch is going down." Zek said as he lifted his sword ready.

Suddenly Zek felt a sharp pain in his back, as one of the girls swords thrusted firmly within him. Zek fell to his knees, and bellowed in agony. Bigaton and Jiuana turned to see the frightened unicorn standing behind where Zek had stood.

Jiuana readied her sword between the palms of her hands as she stepped forward. "That was a very stupid thing to do wasn't it little girl? You may be a white unicorn, but even though I can't kill you, simply because it ain't good business, it doesn't mean that I can't teach you a lesson, you little bitch!"

The unicorn huddled into the corner of the tent terrified and shaken, as Jiuana moved closer and closer towards her. Then all of a sudden a voice yelled out behind Jiuana.

"Move one more step and your friend here dies."

Jiuana turned in response, as her eyes fell upon the girl holding Bigaton with one of his swords pressed heavily against his neck. "Bloody hell Bigaton, how the fuck could you allow the bitch to grab ya like that?"

Bigaton held his breath unable to reply, fearing that even the slightest muscle movement may cause his neck to be cut from the tightly held blade.

The feline moved closer towards Jiuana and the unicorn, as Bigaton stumbled step by step trying to match her pace. "Let the girl pass, and I won't give your friend a new nasal passage."

Jiuana stepped back and lowered her sword, while the girl looked at the unicorn and ushered her to the tent exit. Slowly the girl moved along until she was standing near the tied back flaps. With a strong shove, the girl threw Bigaton into Jiuana, as she sprinted for the exit.

"Grab my hand, I'm getting you outta here." The girl said as she held her palm out. It wasn't long before the two females were running full speed down one of the cities small alleyways that The Pest Control had parked their platform near.

Jiuana and Bigaton soon began the chase, as the four dodged and stumbled in a feverish race that left many locals slammed hard against the walls and onto the ground. The chase continued with no end in sight, until the unicorn and her rescuer turned into a dead end. With no where to go, and the wall to high to jump, they turned and stood ready for battle as Bigaton and Jiuana turned the last corner.

The four stood silent in the dim alleyway, not moving, not even a breath escaping. It felt like minutes had passed, until finally the two trappers launched forward ready to reclaim their prize.

Suddenly, the girl leapt up onto the side of one of the building walls, and swung herself onto the high back wall with the aid of a pipe that stuck out from between the bricks. "Come on, follow me!"

The unicorn copied her steps, and with a bit of help from her rescuer, she managed to climb onto the wall and join her. Just as Jiuana was about to leap up and grab the pipe, the girl swung Bigaton's sword, slicing the pipe clean off allowing the two to escape freely.

Chapter III: Tenderness

Hours had now passed since they had last saw the slave traders. Their long trip without any rest had led them from the city walls and into the thick woodlands over the hilly plains. Finally their journey ended as they sat down near a small stream that flowed gently through the woods.

The queen leaned back against one of the large twisting grey trees, as the unicorn joined her. "Well it looks like your safe now." She said in short puffs. "My names Mouse, what's yours?"

The unicorn smiled. "Cinder."

"That's nice, it suits you, not like Mouse. Mouse is a stupid name for a feline."

Cinder gently rested her head onto Mouse's shoulder for comfort as she continued the conversation. "No, I like it, I think it sound heroic, and brave. And what you did for me today was those two things." Cinder sat quietly for a few seconds before going on. "Why did you save me, and not the others?"

"Your a white unicorn, you don't deserve to be locked away as some ones possession."

"And the others do?"

"Of course not, but your special, I couldn't save you all, so I chose you."

"Thank you Mouse."

Mouse moved her left hand onto Cinder's leg and gently began to rub it. "That's okay, you were worth it."

Cinder sighed lightly as Mouse continued to rub the pain away. "We should get cleaned up, I haven't had a decent bathe for days now, and your wounds need to be washed." With that Cinder slowly stood up and walked over to the crystal clear stream.

Her white hair even though dirty, still managed to catch the streams of sunlight upon the fine fibres that covered her petite young figure, as she moved closer towards the running water and into the flickering sunlight. Mouse watched with fascination as Cinder undressed herself. The black garments were now torn and useless, as she threw them to her side. To Mouse's eyes she was a sight like no other, and as she crouched down and splashed two palm fulls of cool water onto her face, wetting her hair back, Mouse felt a stirring from deep within that she had never felt for so many years.

Mouse watched with a growing desire as Cinder splashed the water over her body. Cinder gently rubbed the cool water onto her long thin neck and soft flowing hair, her small perky breasts, her youthful waist, her long slender legs, and finally the thinly covered soft hair that nestled between her thighs. It was a sight that Mouse knew she would never forget for a long time, and one she wished would never end.

Minutes crept by, until finally Cinder ended her bathing. "Aren't you going to clean your wounds, and have a wash?" Cinder said with her head turned towards Mouse.

Mouse finally broke out of her trance as she responded. "Umm... Incase you forgot, felines Aren't to fond of water, so there's no way in hell, your getting me anywhere near that stream."

Cinder leaned over and picked up a piece of her torn top. Once she had soaked it in water, she stood up and walked over to Mouse. "Well if I can't get you to the stream, I'll bring the stream to you." She smiled.

Mouse cringed in fear as Cinder placed the wet cloth onto her fur. It wasn't the most thrilling thing she had ever experienced, but slowly the fear faded as she watched Cinder completely naked only inches in front of her rubbing her wounds and bruises with care.

Cinder laid the cloth to one side and took a hold of the strings that held her top on. "May I?"

Mouse smiled in acceptance as Cinder began to untie the strings. As her brown leather top loosened from her body she felt the cool air rush in an touch the warm skin that was held tightly beneath it. Finally the last loop was undone, and with ease Cinder pushed open the top and slid it over her shoulder and down her arms. Mouse felt Cinder eye her own small breasts, and without warning her nipples began to grow hard with desire.

Cinder's and Mouse's eyes met, as they stared lovingly at one and other. Slowly Cinder brought her head down, and with a delicate touch of the lips, both their tongues danced gracefully within each others warm mouths. The kissing continued as Cinder began to stroke and tease Mouse's hard nipples with her fingers, until finally Cinder decided to drag her lips and tongue down her new lovers neck and continue where her playful fingers had left off. Mouse began to softly purr, as Cinder sucked, nibbled, and tasted both of her hard sensitive tips. Mouse's purr grew louder and deeper, as Cinder began to journey downwards. With a slight lift of her buttocks, Cinder pulled her tight bikini bottoms off, to reveal the soft skin and fur that laid hidden beneath it. Cinder sighed to herself as the unique aroma of Mouse grew stronger from the warm fluids that were already dampening her inner thighs.

With one simple touch of the fingers, Mouse screamed with pleasure, and instantly she parted her legs wider as Cinder began to taste the juices that were already flowing. Mouse wrapped her long thick tail around her left leg, as Cinder's tongue, darted in an out of her small entrance like only a horse or in Cinder's case, a unicorn could do.

"Oh god, your fantastic Cinder, if I die right now, I'll be happy." Mouse purred softly.

"But Mouse if you die now, you won't experience it all!"

"What do you me.. UH!" Mouse's passion instantly ended the conversation, as Cinder began to slowly ease her smooth ribbed horn into her hot moist tunnel.

"OH GOD!" Mouse groaned, as Cinder gently started to thrust in and out of her pussy.

The pleasure Cinder was creating within Mouse was extraordinary, and definitely a feeling Mouse had never experienced before in her entire life. With each thrust her desire grew tenfold, and it wasn't long before Mouse felt her orgasm grow nearer.

"Please stop." Mouse whimpered. "I want you, don't let me come without giving some back."

Cinder with hesitance, withdrew her slippery horn from Mouse, before Mouse lowered Cinder onto her back. Then once in position, Mouse climbed on top of Cinder, to allow the opportunity for both of them to kiss and lick each others burning cunts.

Their tongues darted in and out, lapping at everything that was in reach. Mouse's purr increased as she slowly tickled and kissed Cinder's hard little clit. Both tongues moved back and forth from hole to hole, and it wasn't long before Cinder could feel the tension in Mouse rising again. Instantly Cinder concentrated fully on Mouse's clit, as she inserted two fingers deep into her pussy.

Within seconds Mouse began to shudder and scream as her orgasm pulsed through her time, and time again. Cinder lapped heavily at the juices that were now flowing freely from Mouse, until finally the orgasm began to ease. Once Mouse had gained control of her body, she began to work on Cinder. With tongue, lips, and fingers, Mouse explored every nook and cranny Cinder had to offer. It wasn't long before Cinder's own orgasm began to grow, until finally with one powerful explosion, waves of sheer ecstasy surged through her small body shaking it wildly across the soft grassy ground. Slowly the waves calmed, and all that could be heard was Cinder puffing heavily under Mouse's own sweaty body.

The two continued to tenderly kiss each other, as mouse moved her way backwards, until finally their tongues were united once more, in a passionate embrace. With a few more long deep kisses, Mouse and Cinder leaned back against the old tree once again.

Cinder rested her head on Mouse's shoulder as she spoke. "That was beautiful, I've never come so hard in my life. And I must say you have a delicious pussy."

Mouse moved her left arm behind Cinder's neck, and held her tight. "It comes with the territory my dear, what else can I say?" Mouse giggled back, as Cinder smiled. "I guess we had best make camp here tonight, and look for something for you to wear tomorrow, now that your clothes are destroyed."

Cinder snuggled closer against Mouse. "Thank you again Mouse, I appreciate everything you've done for me, EVERYTHING!"

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