Coming To Again

Tansfora the Avatar circled the transparent red dome that held Shamino's body, looking for a small hole. 

According to the parchment that he had left for her at the Lyceum, it would be used to start reviving him.  She found the hole behind a wad of cobwebs and, following the next instruction on the parchment, she inserted the ankh that she always wore around her neck into it.  The dome dissolved and reformed into a platform that was as broad and long as a barn door, with Shamino lying face up in the center.  Its weight caused the dusty old floorboards of the room to creak.  The Avatar mounted the platform, her knees sinking an inch into its soft surface, and examined him.

He didn't look much older than he had looked when she had last seen him, many decades ago on Serpent Isle.  Then again, she thought, he had already been more than eight hundred years old by then, without ever looking any older than forty.  Even if he had waited a hundred or so years before going into suspended animation, it wouldn't have made much of a difference.  He had, however, apparently waited long enough to grow the blond queue that ran down over his shoulder and halfway down his chest.  He was dressed in his usual faded-but-neat forest greens and browns, and his arms were crossed over his chest. 

'He looks different every time I return to Britannia,' she thought, 'but he always turns out to be the same old Shamino.  It's just like dear old Shamino,' she continued thinking as she read further in the parchment, 'to put himself through the painful and difficult process of going into suspended animation just so that he could be young enough to help her rid Britannia of the Guardian when she came back.' 

She looked at him again.  There was a sizeable bulge in the front of his trousers.  Powerful magics, she remembered, such as the ones that were keeping him alive in stasis, usually caused strong sexual arousal in humans.  She dropped the parchment and put her hand on the bulge, shifting his cock around until it was lying with its head pointed toward his navel.  That should make it less painful for him when he regains consciousness, she thought.  She climbed off of the platform and picked up the parchment again.

Step Two:
There's a hidden door in the south wall, behind the brown tapestry.

The Avatar searched for the tapestry, and found a frayed, faded scrap of brownish embroidered fabric that was, apparently, the one that he had been referring to.  The door's outlines were plainly visible through the holes in the fabric. 

Go into the room behind the door, and you will see a lever sticking out of the far wall.
Pull the lever. 

She stepped through the door and examined the lever.  It had been, if the tiny holes and gouges in it were any indication, food to many termites over the years.  She gave the lever a sharp yank, and it broke off.  A small puff of sawdust blew off of the end of the lever.  Horrified, she stared at the hole where the lever had been. There was less of a quarter of an inch of wood left in the wall, which made it too short for her to get a grip on it.  She took her dagger off of her tool belt and jammed it into the hole, trying to wedge the lever open, but the lever splintered into pieces when the dagger's tip hit it.

'I should have been more careful with that lever,' she thought, knowing how fragile it was.  'Now,' she thought further, 'I'll never be able to revive him.' 

She retreated into the main room, climbed back up onto the platform, and put her hand on the back of his hand.  His hand was deathly cold.  A small piece of fungus from one of the many patches that were growing on the walls and ceiling fell onto his face.  In a few years, now that she had destroyed the red field that surrounded and protected his body, the things that were slowly rotting and destroying the room that he was lying in would slowly rot and destroy him. 

The Avatar drew her sword, determined to give him a quick and painless death.  As she knelt on the platform with her sword raised above his neck, gritting her teeth, it occurred to her that there might be more than one way to revive him.

'Sleeping Beauty,' she thought.  'It was the source of his favorite Earth-derived sexual fantasy.  Beatrix, Amber, the Avatar herself, and every other female lucky enough to attract his interest had, at least once, played Sleeping Beauty with him, platform, kissing, and all.  Maybe, knowing that his elaborate instructions for waking him might fail, he had keyed his revivification to Sleeping Beauty.  It was worth a try.' 

Sheathing her weapon, she turned his face toward hers and kissed him. 

No response. 

She kissed him again, this time poking her tongue as far into his mouth as his closed jaw would allow.  Then, she unbuttoned his shirt and listened to his heart to see if it had started beating again. 

Still no response. 

'Perhaps,' she thought as she looked down at the bulge in his pants, 'he needs to be kissed somewhere else.'  She grinned.  'Odd,' she thought.  'It had usually been Dupre who had needed to be awakened with oral sex.'  Shamino had normally been up, in all senses of the term, by the time she woke up in the morning. 

She stroked his bulge with a light feathery stroke and then unbuttoned his trousers.  Pulling his trousers open, she revealed his slender and slightly curved cock.  She then leaned over towards his body, supporting herself with one of her hands, and her other directed his cock into her mouth.  After a few tentative swirls of her tongue, the Avatar stopped and felt for his heartbeat. 

It was faint, but present, and seemed stronger since licking his cock.  She stood and pulled his trousers down to his calves. Then she removed his boots and the trousers completely. She climbed on the platform between his legs, spreading them to kneel between his knees.  She took his erection in her hand again and gently sucked on his cock head.

He started breathing again. 

Her own breathing quickened.  His cock felt cool in her mouth, like an icicle encased in chamois, and was arousing her as if it had been in her pussy. 

'It's been a while for both of us,' she thought.  'I had been fiddling with blood and bones and unvirtuous acts on Pagan, and you had been motionlessly waiting for me back here in Britannia.'  She wondered if it mattered which set of lips she used to kiss his cock. 

While she was flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock, Shamino's head tilted over to one side. He moaned quietly, which turned her on even more. 

'That's it,' she thought. The warm currents that were flowing around in her pelvis had become impossible to ignore. 

She opened her mouth and let his cock drop onto his belly.  Pulling up her short white tunic, she moved forward on her knees and straddled his hips. She took his cock in her hand, and positioned its head between the lips of her labia, watching for his reaction. 

His eyes flickered underneath his closed eyelids. 

Silently cheering, she lowered herself on to his cock. Taking him fully inside her, she pressed her mound against his pelvis. His cock seemed colder in her pussy than it had been in her mouth.  It was so unnervingly cold, in fact, that she almost lost the desire for sex.  Resolved to bring Shamino out of stasis, however, remained, so she continued on.  She placed her hands on his chest and began rolling her hips, to ride him and try to warm his cock inside her.

After a while, he started to slowly raise his loins up to meet her, and his body began to feel slightly warmer. The Avatar rejoiced, and her passion started to build again.  Soon, it was close to the same intense peak as it had been when she had first mounted him.  She sped up her movements. 

A few minutes later, Shamino started to shiver as his body temperature rapidly rose toward normal.  Feeling protective, the Avatar lay down atop him, and pressed herself against his chest. She kissed his neck and continued to rock back and forth.  She felt him put his hands on her hips.  Within seconds, Shamino had stopped shivering.  His body tensed up and his mouth opened slightly.  The Avatar knew, by long experience, that this meant that he was near orgasm. 

'If he can reach release,' Tansfora thought, 'that means that he's out, or almost out of stasis.' 

She was so close to her own orgasm that she could feel its pressure building.  A second later, she climaxed with a scream.  Shamino wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest.  His grip tightened as she trembled in pleasure on top of him. His hips continued thrusting as he felt her orgasm pulsing and squeezing him inside her.  He held her so tightly, in fact, that she thought that her ribs were going to break.

Just then, Shamino froze with his hips risen from the platform and his cock to the hilt inside her.  She felt him throb and twitch within and then the wetness of his cum filled her. Then there was a quick second thrust and another spurt. After a moment held still like that, his hips fell back to the platform and his arms released her.

The Avatar lifted her head and watched him as he, slowly, opened his eyes for the first time in decades.  The Avatar felt her consciousness fall apart into shreds and dissolve into black.

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She was awakened by a tingling sensation between her legs.  It  sharpened and intensified, and caused her to tilt her head back and cry out.  After she did, the tingling faded away, leaving a warm glow all over her body.  

A deep voice was speaking from somewhere below her waist.  "You were out for quite a while."

The Avatar opened her eyes, trying to collect her thoughts together so that she could reply. She lifted her head up and looked down her body.  Shamino was between her legs, his head the same level as her pussy.  He sat up and licked his lips.

"The stasis magics shouldn't have passed into me like that," said the Avatar.  "Whoever cast them on you must have forgotten to...." Her mind fogged.  "To...."

"They probably forgot to do quite a few things.  Half the mages in Britannia are dead, and most of the rest are either in hiding or  working for the Guardian.  I had to use what I could get.  Speaking of the Guardian... What did he do to you after he took you away?"

"I really don't want to talk about it.  It's not what he did to me, it's what I did... Death. Jumping. Mushrooms."  She sat up and wistfully looked  him in the eye.  "I'll tell you what.  Don't ask me what I did on Pagan,  and I won't ask you to tell me everything that you did when you were possessed by the Bane."

"That bad?"  A shadow passed over his face.  "Don't worry, I've already made my peace with that.  You will with yours too." 

Shamino crawled up and lay beside her, and draped one arm over her belly.  "Turn so that I can lay behind you."  He yawned.  "As soon as my mind clears, I'll tell you about what's been going on while you were gone.  Until then..."

Tansfora turned on her side and felt Shamino snuggle against her back. He dropped his head down and went to sleep. After a few moments, the Avatar went to sleep too.  Two old friends sleeping in a decaying room in Britannia.

The End

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