Chapter 3 - Part 4: Eye of Power
Stillness.
Nothing but perfect stillness, only punctuated by the rapid, fearful pounding of her own heart as Alystin stares into the great eye. Frozen in awe and fear, Alystin feels the dragon's eye bore into her, like it's looking through her, deep into her soul.
Goose pimples pepper the dark elfs lithe body from head to toe as a chill washes down Alystin's spine; a tingling, nerve wracking shiver as a chill mountain breeze blows down through the open ceiling above. More of the early dawn light breaks into the ruined hall warming it slightly; reflected pinks and oranges capture Alystin and Rhiannon in the huge mirror of the dragon's eye. Alystin can see them there, naked, leaning against each other, haggard and tired, hair matted, normally glossy skin dull with dirt and dried sexual fluids. There's a darker, oozing red where blood pours down the unconcious Rhiannon's injured side.
Rhiannon shudders violently, a little bubble of blood welling up between her lips, a hand tightening on Alystin's shoulder. Suddenly aware again of her lovers need, Alystin tears herself away from the eye. Struggling, she regains some of her composure, getting enough of a hold on herself to quickly glance at Rhiannon's wound, Alystin can see bits of bone where broken ribs poke out of the huge gash.
'Shit, Rhi's hurt bad...I wonder...' , Alystin thinks, swallowing as she glances back the way she came, then to the dragon, then again to Rhiannon. '...no, I can't...goddess, nothing to lose then...'
Swallowing again, her heart heavy, feeling as though it's caught in her throat, Alystin gathers herself up, using all her training and discipline to find her voice, and turns again to look into the dragons' eye. "Mm...my...", she swallows the lump in her throat again, shaking despite herself, the rapidity of her speech giving away her fear, "My fr-friend is b-badly injured. We fought s-some orks...p-please, just let us g-go! I just need to find something to b-bandage her with...w-we'll leave..."
"And how would you pay for my assistance?", the heavy, bottomless voice of the dragon interrupts into Alystin's rapid plea.
The booming voice seemed to project straight into Alystin's mind, stunning her into momentary silence while the dragons words sink in, "...what? Assistance?".
"Yes. I will help your...friend, ", this is said with a pronounced hint of amusement, "and you in turn will grant me a boon. I will also guarantee your safety while you are here."
'And what harm would come to us if I refused?'. Taking a quick glance at Rhiannon, Alystin notices how pasty and cold the wood elf looks, shivering against her. "Okay, you've got a deal."
"Excellent!", something of a pleased glint finds it's way into the dragons eye. With a disconcerting suddeness, a speed that something this large shouldn't possess, the dragon shifts again, raising it's bulk surprisingly gracefully. "There, the raised area with the fountain; do you see it? Take her there."
The fear washes away, retreating, leaving only the barest shadow, as if it has been pulled off. Flashing red-gold scales gleam in the morning light, moving out of the way until the tip of the dragon's tail passes, to reveal the hall beyond. Alystin gasps audibly, eyes gaping at the ancient hall before her, the vast floor littered with gems and jewels and coins of all kinds, from many different nations. Chests dot the shining mounds of gold, finely crafted weapons, statues, and other valuable pieces of art lay about as well. And almost three-quarters to the end of the hall is the raised area the dragon spoke of, a still-funtioning fountain at it's center with couches and divans spread around it. Getting hold of herself again, Alystin starts towards it, gingerly helping Rhiannon along.
Carefully, Alystin makes her way across the carpet of coins. Looking about her at the treasures filling the dragon's lair, she notices now the beautifully cared for tapestries covering the walls, the careful placement of the statues, mirrors, and paintings.
The partial remains of crumbled stone walls outlining the white and blue-green veined marble floor around the fountain reveal it's former status as a seperate room, the insides of the walls lined with marble bas-relief. Climbing the short stairs to the fountain Alystin finds she is somewhat surprised at the fine condition of the furniture here; obviously this dragon takes care of it's things, and maybe even enjoys humanoid comforts from time to time.
Alystin helps Rhiannon onto one of the divans, laying the slim elf down on her stomach. Carefully moving Rhiannon's arm out of the way, Alystin checks the wound, a bloody great gash extending from just inside and below her right shoulder blade, not two inches from her spine, almost down to her waist, stopping just past her ribcage. White bits of broken ribs poke out, and more blood wells as Rhiannon moans painfully when Alystin sticks her fingers in, checking deeper into the wounds.
'Goddess, she's tough...this is a lot worse than you'd think from her reaction. She's lost a lot of blood...good thing she's unconcious, this is going to hurt her a lot more before I'm done...', poking her fingers deeper, gently feeling around, careful to be still whenever Rhiannon stirs, Alystin searches for signs of internal damage. 'definately something here...maybe a punctured lung...'
"Here. Take this and pour it into and over her wound, and make her drink half as well. It doesn't act as fast as a normal healing potion, but it will repair all the damage."
Turning, Alystin sees a modest bottle, holding maybe a pint, floating in the air next ot her. The dragon is standing a fair bit back, but Alystin can see it gesturing as a large, floating bronze bowl is filled with water from the fountain. As she watches, it begins to steam, then floats over to rest on the floor next to her. A small pile of clean white cloth falls onto the corner of the divan, appearing out of thin air several inches above. "Thanks.", she says, taking a square piece of cloth, she begins to wash Rhiannon's wound.
Once Alystin has finished ministering to Rhiannon's wound and cleaned her up some, she faces the dragon, washing the last bit of blood off her hands. Wearily, keenly aware of how incredibly tired she feels, "Alright, that's all done. Now, what about this boon?"
"No need to worry about that right away.", the dragon says, chuckling, "Get some sleep yourself, first. We'll discuss it when you awaken. We've the time; your friend will be out for a good day or two while the potion works on restoring her."
"Okay then." Gratefully, Alystin curls up on another divan, so exhausted she's almost asleep before her head is down. "G'night, dragon...oh, my name is Alystin. My friend is Rhiannon."
The last thing she hears before she drifts off is the dragons reply, "You may call me Vyrinix; it's as close as you could likely pronounce. Rest well, Alystin."
Alystin wakes to angry, deep throated yelling somewhere further down the ruined hall. Groggily she raises her head up and turns slightly in the direction of the noise; she doesn't have to move much, resting as she is near the edge of the platform. At the far end of the hall, just inside the main doors, not far from where she entered with Rhiannon, is a small group of orks.
The one shouting is huge, wildly waving is great axe about, and gesturing towards Alystin and Rhiannon. Even from here Alystin can see he has only one tusk. On the floor before the orks is a large chest, and a few small bags. The dragon, resting on its haunches facing the orks, seems to be trying to talk calmly with the ork leader. At least one of the ork warriors seems very uncomfortable with his chief yelling at a dragon.
Alystin watches a few more small bags, maybe four, float towards the orks. The dragon gestures at the heavy looking bags, then back towards the fountain, and Alystin. Stricken with a sudden sense of worry, she wakes more fully, almost holding her breath as she tries to sort out what exactly this exchange is.
The ork stops yelling. Looking at the bags, then over to Alystin and Rhiannon, he grunts unhappily. One last angry look at the dragon and the big ork turns and begins to walk away. He gestures angrily at his warriors, and they scramble to gather up the bags and the chest, keeping a weary eye on the dragon all the while. Securing their loads, they hurridly exit the hall, following their chief.
Once the last ork has left, the dragon turns towards her, only a couple of steps and it's almost right next to her, the great, strangely beautiful head held level with her. Again Alystin is amazed by how quick and graceful the massive creature is. "You didn't mention you disfigured one of the orks you fought, nor that it was their chief!" the dragon says, laughing. "He wanted me to give you too him. And your friend for killing his second. It cost a fair bit extra to buy him off for you, but I made a promise to protect you."
"Thank you...", Alystin replies, a bit nervously. "If there's anything extra to make up for it, I'd be glad to oblige..."
Chuckling again, a deep, mountain shifting sound, the dragon gestures behind Alystin. "I made a promise, but we will see how you well perform your boon. I have...prepared some food for you. Please eat, we will talk more when you are done."
Turning, Alystin finds a table covered with food. Platters of steaming venison and beef, some kind of stuffed small bird, pastries, fresh smelling bread, several fine cheeses and even bowls of raspberries and blueberries in thick delicious cream. Crytal decanters full of wine and small kegs of a variety of ales, bitters and stouts complete the table setting. Noticing just how hungry she is, Alystin dives right in, grabbing a big chunk of still warm bread, and dipping it in thick beef gravy. "How did you..."
"I conjured it. How else? Now eat. I will return when I am sure the ork mercenaries are gone from the city, and that they properly completed their task in exterminating the goblin vermin; I paid them enough for it." Almost too suddenly the dragon spreads its great wings, the afternoon sun overhead shining through the membranes making the veins visible, casting a red light into the hall. Glossy scales gleaming, the great creature takes to the air, launching itself out through the open ceiling, disappearing with the tip of its tail skimming the broken edge.
Once she has eaten and checked on Rhiannon, who is still sleeping soundly and looking much healthier with a good amount of colour returned to her cheeks, Alystin sits again to wait for the dragon to return. Running her fingers through her normally snow-white hair, gone gray with grime, she is disgusted by the filth and matts she finds. Looking down at herself, she sees her still naked body covered with dry, flaky white residue from the goblin semen, dirt and dust from the floor and the ruins, glaringly evident against her obsidian skin...and dried blood from Rhiannon's wound when Alystin was carrying her.
Could she really have been that tired, that hungry? At least her hands were relatively clean when she ate, from when she had bandaged Rhiannon. 'A wash would be good...mmm, the fountain?', taking a better look at the fountain, a lovely life-size marble work of a voluptuous woman, hands held above her head, one leg slightly bent; she's elven, judging from her ears. Alystin is pleased to see several fonts arcing high enough for her to stand under.
Stepping into the fountain, the water cool, but not shocking; definately nice enough to bathe in, especially when this needy. Alystin rubs her skin vigorously, using her nails where needed to scrape off the dirt and dried semen. Gingerly, careful not to tug painfully, she works some of the knotts out of her hair, pleased as she feels the fine strands begin to move more freely.
Warm hands move over her breasts freely, the sensation of cool, clean water against her flesh, between her legs, welcome and refreshing. Delicate fingers rub between the smooth globes of her rear, touching tender parts of her flesh, tracing the lips of her smooth sex as she wipes the last flecks of grit and grime off. Her pulse is quickening again, and she's aware that her nipples aren't stiff from just the cold water anymore.
Fingers linger at her crotch, pressing into the mound above her pussy, trying to deny her own arousal by making to wipe more dirt from the underside of her pert breast. It doesn't work too well, fingers grazing her nipples making her bite her lip to keep from moaning. 'Goddess! I'm awful...', shuddering, reluctantly giving into her need, Alystin slides her fingers over her hard clit. Teasing it with her thumb, parting her sex with a finger lengthwise between the inflamed lips.
Spreading her feet further apart, Alystin leans into the statue, pressing the side of her face against the cool marble as she slides her palm down across her quim. Images flash through her mind, terrible memories of the things she's endured, but still she's becoming so aroused. 'Why...what's happening with me?...how could I be thinking of these things...like this...' Pressing against her hand forcefully, Alystin gyrates her hips, bringing her fingers up, shuddering against the statue as she parts her pussy lips, feeling her wetness.
Head up towards the ceiling she lets a soft moan escape her lips, red eyes squiting up at the blue sky as a huge shadow crosses her field of vision! Eyes widening, Alystin feels a rush of air, and turns quickly, trying to conceal what she had been doing, as the dragon lands.
The coins on the floor make a surprisingly gentle chinking noise as the dragons great weight settles. Wings fold along its sides as it turns towards Alystin, green-gold eyes staring at her intently as the dragon approaches. "Good, you've already cleaned yourself. Now, time for you to pay me."
The great head drops to her level, brushing heavy couches and divans out of the way easily as it comes closer than ever. Alystin feels her heart in her throat again as the mouth opens slightly, tremendous fangs parting as the tongue snakes out, dark pink and coming to a single surprisingly fine point, not forked as she had heard. Alystin steps back against the statue in alarm, her head level with the statues foot, a hand finding the cool marble, sure the dragon has changed it's mind and is now going to eat her.
Slipping into a defensive stance, Alystin automatically begins trying to think of a way to escape. With a furtive glance back towards the dragon, Alystin watches it's head cock curiously, and for all the world it looks to be smiling...wickedly. Swallowing, Alystin slips in the shallow basin water as she tries to make her move, legs splaying, she catches herself by falling back against the statue. Nervously she looks up, straightening somewhat, knowing it's too late as the dragon dips even closer, sharp intakes as it sniffs at her. "Beautiful...you have even prepared yourself." The dragon chuckles, "Though I doubt you knew what I wished of you..."
The dragon makes a soft, almost purring noise, eyes half closing as it's warm breath caresses Alystin's bare wet skin. Not pleasant, but not fetid, or smelling of rotten meat either. A sweet, moist smell as the very tip of the tongue licks the skin between her firm breasts. Turning, the agile tongue moves up under the fleshy orb of Alystin's obsisdian breast, lifting it almost gently until it can go up no further and bounces down, nipple sliding against the coarse pink flesh of the dragons tongue.
"Ahh!" Alystin cries out in surprise, the feeling of the dragons wandering tongue over her belly and ample chest bringing her arousal up again. Reaching a hand over her head she grips the statues knee, arching her back as the dragons agile tongue finds her other nipple, this time almost wrapping around her tit before teasing the hard bud. The dark pink tongue slides again over the drow's sensitive black tits, Alystin almost cumming from just this touch, turned on terribly with some kind of incredible desperation at her situation.
The dragon's tongue retreats momentarily, a happy noise coming from deep inside the dragons chest, a pleasant sigh, "Relax, drow, I learned long ago that elven women have a better delicacy than just the mere taste of their flesh..."
The fine tip of the dragons long tongue quickly, but gently, touches her thigh. Licking, against her abdomen, up over her breasts again, the dragon Vyrinix pushes her against the fountain, tongue finding the inside of her leg. Starting near her trim ankle, half wrapping around the nicely toned smooth black calf, the tongue finds its way up her leg, taunting the flesh of Alystin's inner thigh, drinking the cool fountain water off the dark elfs slender body.
Flicking upwards gently, twisting its tongue to the thinner side, Vyrinix touches it to Alystin's pussy. Rewarded by the pleasant gasp, Vyrinix licks up the sensitive flesh again, touching the soft folds delicately with the tip of it's tongue. Tasting the sweet fluids moistening Alystin's flower, the dragon pushes it's tongue against her, making her quiver as the tip slips between the smooth parting lips.
Gasping, Alystin tries impossibly to get a grip against the smooth marble as the dragons tongue penetrates her beautifully! Moaning, she spreads her legs around the thicker part of the dragons impossibly long tongue, looking down, watching the pink member writhe its way deeper into her dripping cunt.
Relishing the taste of this delcious drow pussy, Vyrinix takes her wrists delicately between two great-sword length claws. Supporting her like this, Vyrinix pushes its twitching tongue deeper into her, looking down its snout at the pink tongue buried in tender black flesh. It reaches out with its other clawed hand, tenderly pushing her right leg farther from her body, and finding her throbbing clit with the sharp tip of it's claw.
Feeling the sharp prick on her clit and stuffed pussy, Alystin struggles to control herself, anxious not the hurt herself on the sharp claws holding her. Biting her lip against the growing tingling, the delicate needle pain of the claw on her clit, not breaking the skin, but manipulating it, teasing it with pin-pricks, making her cunt flood around the thick member filling it. Gasping, she struggles despite herself as she feels her feet lift off the ground, pushed up from below with the dragons tongue spreading her wide.
Lifting the drow out of the water, carefully supporting her by her wrists, Vyrinix twitches and writhes its agile tongue in and out of the dark elfs pussy, tasting her honey. Fucking her hot pussy vigorously, stimulating her clit with its claw, the dragon increases its tempo with the sound of Alystin's cries of pleasure. Holding her aloft, pressing her against the statue with its tongue penetrating into this delicious morsel, savouring every drop, Vyrinix pushes its tongue even further, making her cry out!
Alystin's eyes bolt open wide as the dragon stretches her almost painfully, she cries out as the thick pink tongue wriggles deeper, thicker than her wrist. Suddenly her wrists are released, and scrambling, gasping, as the tongue pushes to forearm thinkness splaying her hairless obsidian pussy impossibly, large, firm breasts bouncing, she struggles find a hold on the slick marble statue. Grunting as the tongue throbs deliciously painfully in her she finds purchase with her left arm thrown over the statues naked thigh, right foot resting at almost full extension on one of the jets below. Screaming, fucking herself on the tongue filling her to bursting, Alystin reaches above her, grabbing another hand hold as the center of her loins starts burning, a warm caress spreading out over her! She arches her back, almost slipping from the statue as she cums! Her juices pour out, flooding over the dragons wonderful tongue as Alystin holds on for life, as her body tenses with the power of her orgasm! Somewhere, deep down, Alystin finds a moment to be amused, realizing she's grabbed hold of the statues bare breast with her right hand.
Smiling a nasty dragon smile around its tongue, Vyrinix takes pride in knowing it hasn't lost it's touch. Pleasure warms the dragon as it draws out Alystin's orgasm expertly, savoring the feel of the tight, clenching pussy around it's tongue. Drawing every drop down, drinking all of this sweet dark elfs nectar, a delicacy Vyrinix now realizes it has been too long without. Twitching its tongue mercilessly, causing wave after wave of non-stop orgasm in the beautiful drow, the dragon rests it's claws on the statue fountain, below where the drow is holding herself, in preperation of the next phase.
Alystin has lost count of her orgasms. The terrible eroticism of being fucked senseless by a dragon taking over, she cums over and over. Non-stop pleasure, held aloft and stretched horribly, beautifully, powerfully on the thick tip of a dragons tongue the entirety of her existance. Slowly, she begins to come down, the orgasmic high leaving her drained, body almost limp. Alystin begins to feel awareness of the sensation changing; not leaving entirely, but the tongue in her is changing...
Clinging desperately to the statue, Alystin feels a hand firmly on her ass, right where her tattoo is, and another on her inner thigh, spreading her lovely legs. Looking down she sees a full head of white hair between her legs, black fingers with red nails on her sensitive thigh. "...wha...?" The face tips up towards her, obsidian skinned and red eyes grinning gleefully as it licks her aching pussy. Pleasure tingles upwards from her sex, despite her confusion. Alystin gasps as the drow womans lips touch her inner thigh, her eyes widening as she realizes the face is identical to her own! "Nath?--ooop!"
"This is the second part of your boon for me drow, for not letting the orks have you!" The drow speaks, again the voice is her own, and pulls Alystin off the statue suddenly. Catching her as she lands in the fountains pool, Vyrinix takes Alystin in an embrace, kissing her deeply, pushing her against the statue and thrusting its tongue into her mouth.
Shocked, at first Alystin is frozen, tasting her own familiar juices on the tranformed dragons mouth and tongue. Feeling her own breasts rubbing against her, identical hands carressing her firm behind, thighs touching, parting to rub against identical smooth pussies. Hesitantly, something deep in her stirs at this forbidden act, making love to herself in a new way, the heat rising her loins again. Wrapping her arms around 'herself', Alystin returns the embrace, feeling a dirty, blushing arousal as she touches tongues with her identical lover.
Water streams down over the identical beauties, bodies crushed together as they explore each other. Alystin's hands trace familiar lines in unfamiliar ways, touching perfect breasts, cupping the smooth mirror of her own pussy, feeling so different this way, but oddly correct; the same. Fingers find the hot folds of her pussy, their touch hauntingly right, so much the way she touches herself, so off without feeling this through her own fingers as well. A deep ache sets into Alystin, a tremendous desire welling up around this sensation of making love to herself.
Pulling away, Vyrinix takes the dark elf by her delicate hand, leading her out of the fountain. Smiling wickedly, the dragon is greatly pleased at the mixture of aroused confusion and tortured need evident in Alystin's expression. Waving a hand over her, Vyrinix magically dries Alystin and itself, pulling her close again, all the while moving them closer to a wide couch. "Something about this has taken an especially wicked turn in you...I cannot tell what, your assassins tattoo keeps your mind from my magic." The dragon carresses her bottom, softly pinching the firm flesh at the tattoo as it says this.
Flushing with a hidden shame, Alystin lets her fingers brush the hard nub of a black nipple, then trace down the smooth dark side of her 'dark elf' lover, and allows herself to be laid out on the couch. Eyes wantonly devouring the form of the transformed dragon, she replies, voice husky, and a little hoarse from her previous screaming, "You never said you were a girl...".
"I'm not...not in my own form anyway. Several millenia of experiences with the powers of my kind and you find you have many different diversions developed. Curiosities to explore...sometimes things just happen when you are among mortals." Smiling down at Alystin lustily, admiring the beauty of the dark elf laid out on the couch before him, Vyrinix is very pleased he has found such a gorgeous specimen to play with. Leaning down quickly, red eyes flashing, meeting identical, lusting eyes, the shape-shifted dragon steals a quick kiss, "You are truly a one of a kind beauty; never have I seen your like even among your people."
Grabbing quickly, Alystin pulls Vyrinix down, stealing as kiss of her own, relishing the feel of the full lips, "Not exactly one of a kind..."
"Enough!" Laughing, smiling wickedly, Vyrinix pushes Alystin back down with one perfect black hand, taking a moment to squeeze her tit. "I have already shown you my talents; time for you to return the favour!". Turning, Vyrinix throws his slim black left leg over Alystin's left shoulder, climbing onto the couch facing Alystin's feet, stradling her head.
'So this is what I look like from down here...mmmm...', reaching out with her tongue Alystin touches the beautiful puffy lips before her, rewarded by a happy cooing above. Moist petals part as she licks the length, savouring the taste, the feel of the smooth flesh. Flicking with her tongue, she teases the clit, knowing that if the dragon has really copied her form, then he's in for a ride!
Alystin's fingers pull the hairless labia wide, allowing her to stab her tongue deep into the burgundy inner flesh, smothering Vyrinix' pussy in her mouth. Thrusting her tongue in and out of the tight hole, stirring it around, teasing the dragons clit with her thumb, Alystin hears moans of pleasure as firm breasts touch her belly. Stiff nipples rub her as hands touch her, stroking the backs of Alystin's legs, lips and teeth wantonly pecking at her flesh as the dragon pants warm and needy breath on her thigh.
Vyrinix grabs a handful of his own duplicated breast, pinching the nipple, sighing against Alystin's taut leg as he rides her incredible tongue. 'How can she be so sensitive?! This body is unbelievable!' Vyrinix cries out, biting Alystin's thigh as he/she cums, pussy spasming uncontrolably around the pleasuring tongue impaling it!
Alystin can't believe this herself, her own taste in the juices flooding her mouth, the smooth perfect pussy drenching her tongue her 'own'...identical to her, feeling like her...dirty, taboo feelings well up in her as her clone writhes in orgasmic extacy on top of her. Her own pussy is burning up, tingling, throbbing, feeling full to bursting...a final feel of 'her own' teeth and lips on her thigh, and Alystin cums on her own! The terrible dirtiness of this lusty act not even requiring her to be more that cursorily touched for the ultra-sensitive drow to explode into orgasm--she just licked her own pussy to a mind blowing orgasm!
Panting, both drow lie like this for a while; dragon/clone stretched out half-off the original Alystin. Hands play, carressing soft, sweat slick skin, dark purple lips touching smooth obsidian flesh. After a few minutes, Vyrinix drags his/her tired body around, resting on Alystin's shoulder, tenderly kissing her neck. "How do you manage? Your body is incredibly sensitive...I've never felt it's like."
Turing, even though she's exhuasted again, Alystin playfully nips the tip of Vyrinix' ear, pleased at the startled gasp, knowing full well how much of a turn on that is. "Am I really that bad?"
Feeling flush again, Vyrinix touches the sentive pointed ear, "I can't believe you can make through the day at all. It's a wonder you manage to get anything done other than pleasuring yourself all day long."
"Really? And how do you know so much about my body, anyway?", Alystin pulls Vyrinix closer, eyes half closing as fatigue creeps into her voice.
"The first part, when I was still a dragon. Sexual acts are very powerful with certain kinds of magic, especially when you want to...open someone up to you. Though I can't read your mind, except for your surface feelings, I could find out all about you physically, and especially sexually." Vyrinix kisses Alystin's ear, then jaw, pulling her warm body close to feel the identical lithe forms fit together. A truly wonderful feeling, as large breasts touch and Alystin throws a slender leg over her duplicates waist. "Now sleep. I don't, not now, but I would like to lie here."
Smiling, Alystin pecks Vyrinix on the lips quickly, then drifts off to sleep.
Groggily, eyes sticky with sleep, her head full of cobwebs, the third woman stirs finally. Groaning softly, Rhiannon touches her bandages, a small ache remaining, then rubs her face, wiping the sleep away. Quietly, "Alystin?".
Sitting up, slowly, she looks about her, blinking in disbelief at the beautiful fountain, the furniture around her, the sky overhead, just beginning to darken into early evening. There then, she spots Alystin on a nearby couch...wait, two?
Getting up, almost abruptly, Rhiannon leans forward, one hand supporting her on the head of the divan as she squints at the two forms on the couch. They're both Alystin, and the way they're laying, so close together, like how Alystin lays with Rhiannon..."Oh-my-gods!"
One gently shakes the other, who was beginning to stir already, "Alystin, your friend is awake." Looking up at Rhiannon, this Alystin smiles cat-like at her, and the eyes go from red to green-gold slits. Rhiannon sits up straighter, noticably alarmed.
"Hmm...wha--Rhi?", Alystin stirs, swinging her sexy black legs over the side of the deep red, velvet covered couch. Twisting as she sits up, Alystin sleepily turns towards Rhiannon, smiling when she sees her friend sitting up.
Alystin nearly slips and falls on the smooth marble floor as she rushes over to Rhiannon, sitting next to her and embracing the startled wood elf. "You're awake!"
Rhiannon barely returns the embrace, just one arm loose around Alystin's waist as she points to the other Alystin on the couch, "Who's that?"
Releasing the embrace, but still keeping her hands loosely resting on Rhiannon's shoulders, Alystin turns and smiles at her duplicate on the couch. "That's the dragon, Vyrinix. He helped us, gave you some healing stuff...say, how does your shoulder feel?" Alystin gives Rhiannon a concerned look, leaning forward then looking round to the bandage on her back, the only trace of the injury a slight red-brown stain of dried blood.
"DRAGON?!" Rhiannon starts suddenly, looking at Alystin eyes wide in disbelief. Her eyes widen even further as the end of their flight from the goblins and orks comes back to her; the faint recollection of Alystin saying something about a dragon, and the hazy dream-like image in her own mind of the gargantuan creature. Blinking, Rhiannon turns again to the dragon-Alystin, swallowing as she watches Vyrinix sensually standup with Alystin's characteristic grace.
Rhiannon and Alystin watch as Vyrinix begins to dance, slowly, erotically. Delicate hands moving over the borrowed body, and an ancient music begins to faintly fill the hall as Vyrinix begins to hum. "Your friends body is a tremendous pleasure, Rhiannon...every slightest movement is full of sensations. And so graceful and strong, beautifully balanced...perfect...so very sensitive..." the last is said with a heated purr, leaving no doubt as to what way Alystin might be sensitive.
"You...and the dragon...like that?!" Rhiannon is blinking at Alystin again, this time her cheeks slightly flush as the arm about the dark elf's slender waist pulls her tighter.
Feeling the warmth of Rhi's body, Alystin lets herself be pulled in, feeling her breasts against Rhiannon, one erect nipple rubbing against the coarse material of the bandage. "There was a price for his help...it wan't at all bad though..." Alystin breathes against Rhiannon's ear, lips softly brushing it, kissing the tender lobe.
Standing behind them, Vyrinix smiles slyly, toned arms crossed over ample obsidian breasts as he admires the two beautiful elven women embracing on the divan. 'For all the vaunted elven resistance to enchantments, these two are easy enough...heh, probably easier since they are so predisposed to this behaviour already...' Shaking his head, Vyrinix steps towards the two as they kiss each other deeply, and the music begins to fade. Reaching out with his presence, Vyrinix makes them aware of him, drawing their attention.
Blinking, shaking off the effects of...something...Rhiannon and Alystin turn, smiling sheepishly at each other as they part slightly, feeling oddly self-concious at their uncontrolled actions, as Vyrinix gestures to their left. "You must both be very hungry. Refreshments?", he says, smiling broadly, one arm pointing at a table laden with food and drink.
The meal is slightly tense, especially after Vyrinix conjures another, different song. A gentle, though still energetic tune that seems to drift in on the warm sunlight. Fine wines and exquisite foods, all intricate variations of the basic wild fare that usually makes up the diet of wood elves, take their toll on all three as well. Especially the wine.
Slightly drunk and influenced by the enchanted music, and the sexual tension could almost be sliced into pieces and served for desert. Alystin and Rhiannon rub their bare feet and legs together under the table, toes tracing the insides of each others thighs. Vyrinix joins their game as well, and soon they are all flushed and giggling, even spilling a few drops of wine occasionally, as they struggle to maintain their composure.
Rhiannon might feel the worst, an almost overwhelmed by the feeling of arousal she has as both Alystin's and Vyrinix' feet touch her naked legs. She can't believe how wet she feels, body tingling as images of making love to both of the identical drow at the same time fill her thoughts. Warm not just from the wine she is sipping, Rhiannon leans back, legs spreading invitingly, almost unconciously, as she tips her head back and moans, wiping a few drops of wine from her lips with the back of her forearm.
Taking this cue, Alystin and Vyrinix exchange fiery, red-eyed glances and then push their hips forward slightly, feet pushing Rhiannon's legs apart further. Toes carress the inside of the wood elves thighs, rewarding this action with more moaning, and the sight of the pale, very slightly green tinted, beauty slip her left hand between her legs.
Smiling at each other, Alystin and Vyrinix both sit up abruptly and head for Rhiannon. Alystin scampers across the edge of her couch, and onto Rhi's, grabbing a bottle of fine elven wine on her way. "You don't need to do that, Rhi...there's two of us here, we'll take care of you..." Alystin whispers to her sensuously.
"My wound doesn't hurt...take these bandages off." Rhiannon whispers huskily.
Quickly, Alystin almost roughly strips the bandage from the wood elf in her haste. Soon it's off, and leaning forward Alystin looks down to see only the barest trace of a pink scar, almost seeming to fade further as she watches it momentarily. "It looks fine Rhi! Whatever Vyrinix gave you, it's done a fantastic job!".
Rhiannon turns towards Alystin at the feel of her warm breath against Rhiannon's neck, grabbing her and kissing her as she feels Alystin pull her arm away from her needy pussy. Breaking their kiss, Alystin tips the wine bottle, and Rhiannon feels cool clear liquid drip across her breasts, run down over her taught abdomen, and finally her puffy sex. Rhiannon squirms sensuously as Alystin quickly kisses her again, breaking and lowering her mouth to suck and lick sweet nutty elven wine from small, pert pale breasts.
Rhiannon moans and arches her back into Alystin's ministrations, enjoying the feel of dark purple tongue and lips on her stiff nipples. Just as Alystin is biting the little buds gently, Rhiannon feels hands pull her hips forward and spread her legs further. Breath feeling cool with the wine against her burning sex gives her a moments warning as a familiar tongue licks her nether lips tenderly, delicately pulling a shudder from the wood elfs aching body.
More wine is poured across her, Rhiannon placing a hand on the back of the head between her legs, one dainty foot finding purchase on a surprsingly solid shoulder as the tongue pushes it's way further into her cunt. Hands on the insides of her thighs, tips of thumbs brushing her labia, push her legs even further apart as her pussy is nuzzled almost roughly, teeth rubbing against her painfully erect clit. Rhiannon twists about, the inner walls of her throbbing pussy clenching around first a tongue, and now two fingers probing her with a thrusting, twisitng, butter-churning motion, stimulating her as Vyrinix sucks on her clit, flicking it with his/her tongue.
Left hand reaching out, Rhiannon finds Alystin's hip, carressing around to the drows firm behind, then down her thigh and finally finding it's way between her legs. Parting the hairless lips, Rhiannon rubs two fingers up and down the length of Alystin's slit, between the full lips, on either side of the hard nub of obsidian clit. Alystin moans loudly, lips actually leaving Rhiannon's wine soaked tits momentarily, as the pale fingers stimulate her pussy vigorously. Rhiannon doesn't wait long before Alystin's lips find her nipple again and begin to suckle with renewed energy.
Soon Rhiannon is just writhing around on the couch, hands and tongues all over the most sensitive parts of her body, driving her ever closer to a powerful orgasm. Alystin is now carressing and pinching her perky tits as she licks up and down Rhiannon's ear. Vyrinix continues to furiously lap at the delicious elven pussy, relishing the taste of the flow of juices across his borrowed tongue.
Rhiannon gasps, and with a quiver of tensing muscles comes! Arching her back she lifts her hips right off the couch and thrusts her spasming pussy hard onto the tongue impaling it, legs curled around Vyrinix crushing his head into her crotch. Fingers teasing Alystin's quim tighten, Rhiannon's strong hand almost making a tight fist and crushing the sensitive flesh, but not quite. A firm grip and a lifting tug elicit a sharp, though not unhappy cry from the drow, Rhiannon's grip loosening as the sensation of this most wonderful orgasm begins to fade. Two lovers! Two tongues and four hands all over body...relaxing, Rhiannon releases them both and lays there panting, hoping there's something else in store for her.
"Incredible! Simple amazing! You're almost as bad as she is, Rhiannon; we still have much to do!" Vyrinix stands, tongue licking sticky wood elf nectar from dark purple lips. Reaching out, he seemingly plucks something out of thin air. It's a double ended dildo, maybe a little over two feet long and respectably thick at around an inch and a half of textured red-leather weave. "Here, get one end of this in you." the polymorped dragon says commandingly, throwing the phallus into Alystin's lap.
Not knowing completely why, Alystin finds herself aroused by the dragons tone, and even somewhat compelled to obey his instructions. Spreading herself, loving the feel of her slick pussy lips under her fingers, Alystin takes the phallus and pushes one end deep into herself. Sighing pleasurably at the feel of the woven texture, she jiggles it inside her, watching the red shaft as it disappears into her shaven black cunt. She looks up again when she hears her own voice, again from Vyrinix, "Now you, get on top of her, facing me...like that, yes..."
Rhiannon obeys unhesitatingly as well, somewhere deep in the back of her mind she knows this isn't completely under her control...but she doesn't mind. Following Vyrinix' directions, she lowers herself onto the other end of the red phallus, taking it and with Alystin's help guiding it into her pussy, settling with a sigh onto the drows lap. Alystin kisses her shoulder, and Rhiannon begins to bounce herself gently up and down the shaft as the drow reaches around from behind her and kneads one of her small breasts.
Vyrinix smiles as the two elves rock their hips together, eyes closed as they find a way to stimulate both of them with the fake cock despite the awkward position. 'What a beautiful sight', he thinks to himself, a pale slender wood elf, bouncing energtically on the lap of her obsidian skinned lover, pleasuring herself with a red dildo connecting her own down-covered pussy lips to the hairless black quim of the beautiful drow. 'A sight I shant forget for long time, that is certain.' Looking over a delicate but strong, almost sculptured black shoulder, Vyrinix is pleased to note the sky reddening as the sun begins to dip past the horizon. Stepping forward, he pushes Rhiannon back to lie atop Alystin, "Lay down. There you go; time for you to return a favour to me."
Rhiannon cooes, disappointed at having to stop for a moment as Vyrinix climbs on top of her, still wearing Alystin's form. A leg swings over Rhiannon's head as a familiar hairless pussy and it's distinctive scent descend onto her face. 'This is incredible! Two women...identical...I'll never be the same!' she thinks to herself, smiling happily she spreads the sweet moist lips in front of her, admiring the burgundy interior of 'Alystin's' sex before taking a taste, licking around the edges lewdly. Feeling wonderful with the shaft in her sensitive cunt, Alystin's large firm breasts crushed into her back, and wandering hands tickling her sides, Rhiannon laps enthusiastically at the pussy before her, moving her tongue from side to side as Vyrinix purrs deeply.
Vyrinix moans loudly, again having some minor trouble with the ultra-sensitive body he's borrowed. Arching and thrusting hips back into the wood elfs face, he lowers his own lips to her pale snatch again. Licking her clit once more as he takes the dildo and begins to thrust it in and out of both elven pussies, happily rewarded by fervent gasps and moans from his two unknowing assistants.
Hands move freely over both the beautiful bodies atop her, the slender, more muscular pale form of the wood elf writhing in her typical fashion, to the softer and rounder, though still slim and lean by human standards, form of her own body. Alystin licks and kisses the back of Rhiannon's shoulders and neck, moving to her sensitive ears again, as she rocks her own hips back and forth. Struggling in this fairly awkward position, the heel of one foot against the front of the couch, toes just barely touching the ground, Alystin manages to settle herself into a postion comfortable enough to enjoy the thick red dildo inside her. Textured leather stretches her tight cunt pleasantly, Vyrinix is pistoning the shaft in and out of both her and her wood elf lover, that familiar tingling warmth drawn out further from deep within her loins with each thrust.
Tongues and hands wander over all three bodies lying on the couch, stacked one atop the other. Pale, barely tinted green, wood elf flesh sandwiched between the two identical obsidian skinned drow. Writhing forms stimulating each other relentlessly, red dildo thrusting, pounding into the over-heated pussies of two of them, tongues against erect clits and drinking sexual juices from each other, they each help to bring a tremendous collective orgasm together! Crying out, screaming with released lust, they cum at almost the same moment, just far enough apart to enjoy each other orgasms.
First Alystin cums, with her overly sensitive, constantly horny body unable to resist the growing tide of stimulation. Pussy juice gushes out around the thick shaft of the dildo, leg muscles taught, strong back arching enough to lift all three of them from the couch as she spasms wildly. Rhiannon follows almost immediately; Alystin's frantic, hip-bucking orgasm transmitting along to Rhiannon's end of the double dildo, jerking it insanely, driving her over the edge. Finally, following the stimulating cascade of the shared orgasm, Vyrinix comes over Rhiannon's tongue, letting the dragon again thoroughly enjoy the firm clenching of this most amazing of all pussies as he presses his face into Rhiannon thigh, almost biting down hard into the smooth flesh as the flood of sensation washes over him!
Only the sound of the soft music still lingering in the air, the gentle water-burbling of the fountain, and the exhausted panting of three sexed out elven women can be heard in the hall. The sky visible in the crumbled opening of the ceiling above is the deep blue colour of early evening, just after the sun has gone down on a clear day. A faint silvery light dances over them, reflected uneven by the water from the fountain.
Sliding off the top of the pile of bodies, Vyrinix, exhausted, pours himself another glass of wine. Taking a sip, he instantly feels refreshed, and aroused, as the magickal elixir works it's way through his system. 'Hmmm...it's going well, but I still need more. Still, I think these two will manage it within one night! They are incredible! So much energy...' Admiring the two elven women, laying there together with the red dildo still in them, dark one with her arms gently around the pale one, Vyrinix pours wine into each of their mouths. Taking each by the chin in turn, he pours the elixir into them, taking an almost scientific note of how long it takes before the effects are evident.
Stirring first, feeling better, miraculously rested and aroused all over again, Rhiannon finds herself staring at a glowing orb, some twenty feet in the air above them. This is the source of the shimmering silvery light that Rhiannon can almost feel carressing her skin. "What is that?" She asks, climbing off Alystin as the drow stirs beneath her. A strong hand grabs her shoulder and pushes her back down to lie on her back on the couch.
Immediately Rhiannon again has a tasty looking drow pussy in her face as Alystin is pushed down on top of her, placing them into a sixty-nine position. Catching herself as she falls, Alystin asks the same question even as her libido rises again, "Yeah...what is that silver thing?".
"That? Oh, that is the trapped collection of sexual energies we are releasing! It's grown enough to actually be visible in a remarkably short time. You two are amazingly powerful sexually! Don't worry, there's no harm to any of us." Taking the dildo, Vyrinix sighs as it fills his wanton cunt, and he throws a leg up onto the couch, one hand slapping Alystin's lovely rear playfully.
Rhiannon watches the red dildo thrusting from one perfect pussy rubbed against another identical obsidian slit, and licks her lips, knowing for certain that there will be a great deal more pleasure to be had tonight. Thrusting out her tongue, she touches the dripping pussy in front of her, tasting the sweet juices.
"Come now, my beautiful pets, I need more, much more, from you tonight!" Vyrinix says, parting Alystin's firm ass cheeks, touching the lubricated tip of the red dildo to the tight star of her anus.
Looking back over her shoulder in alarm, Alystin gasps and squeals, not at all unhappily, as she feels the dildo push into her rectum. Grabbing Rhiannon's leg tightly as the dildo fills her clenching buttocks, she bites down on the arm of the couch and mentally prepares herself for long, wonderful night of debauchery...
"You're really expecting us to go out into the forest dressed like this?" Rhiannon asks incredulously, looking down at the clothes she is wearing, clothes Vyrinix conjured for her. Her mithril chainmail, also repaired by Vyrinix' magick, and swords, still lay on the table next to her. She's wearing a fine aqua coloured silk top, loose and open necked, nicely exposing her cleavage. The top is cropped over her flat belly, and the material is thin enough her nipples are just visible. A matching skirt covers her legs to the knee, slit up both sides, but mostly covering her nicely. Fine slippers with bands of pale gold wrapping up to her calves adorn her feet. A gold chain about her waist and a similar choker, both presents from Vyrinix, complete the image. "Really..."
"I don't know why you're complaining, at least you've got cloth with your outfit!" Alystin is dressed in a harness of multiple silver chains, running from a thicker weave of chains forming a collar to, thin, soft coverings of chainmail draped over her breasts. A single chain runs under her arms, connected at the middle of her back to a chain running up to the back of the collar; the way the chain drapes across her back nicely accentuates the muscles of her back, highlighting her shoulder blades. A chainmail loincloth covers her crotch, barely, only a single delicate silver chain running between the firm black globes of her buttocks holds the miniscule triangular patch in place over her hairless crotch. 'It's a miracle this thing doesn't pinch...never been happier with keeping myself hairless too!' A silver band engraved with the images of many small spiders, tiny rubies dotting their eyes, graces her supple left arm. "Mine probably weighs the same as yours though, there's so much less of it!"
"But you both look so ravishing! I wouldn't mind ravishing you again..." Vyrinix chuckles, again with his own booming voice, having taken his natural form again. The bed of gold underneath his great haunches makes soft noises as he shifts about slightly, leaning in closer to the raised area around the fountain where Rhiannon and Alystin are still standing. They both look lovely in the faint light cast by the glowing silvery orb above them. "I have two more treasures for you, one each. Real treasures, not simple things like Alystin's new, slightly enchanted to actually be comfortable, underwear!" he says with with a sly grin.
The great dragon holds out one long claw, and the two elven women can see an amulet hanging from it. As it nears them, they can see a fine oval setting of wrought gold, a braid with many small gems woven into it, all of them shimmering unnaturally. In the center of it is a single large emerald, a spiralling disk glowing faintly inside of it. "This is for you, Rhiannon. If you take it you must keep it with you at all times for a year and a day, preferably wearing it, and then pass it along; you will know to who, and they will keep it for the length of their life. It will protect you and strengthen your life force as long as you possess it, but the other will need it more. Do you wish it?"
A bit worried by the seriousness and cryptic way Vyrinix has presented the amulet, but something tells Rhiannon this is important. "Yes." She takes the amulet, and carefully places it around her neck.
Vyrinix smiles at Rhiannon approvingly, and extends his other huge hand, this time a small silver chain dangles from the tip of a claw, "For you Alystin. I'm sure you've heard of it, l'mrimm d'siss' mri'kul?"
"Yes, yes, I've heard the stories!" gleefully taking the small chain in her hand, Alystin turns to show it to Rhiannon, who is trying to see over her shoulder. It's made of four small chains of delicate silver spiders, not once does the pattern or pose of the spiders repeat itself, even where the chains attach to each other, by clinging spiders legs, in twelve seperate places. The clasp is made of two strips of finely bleached bone, tiny spiders engraved onto the surface forming drow glyphs of protection. "The Lover's Lock..."
"I think it's time it was back with the people for whom it was intended. Aren't you going to put it on?" Vyrinx suggests.
"Yeah. Rhi, gimme a hand?" Alystin drops the small item into Rhi's hand and hops up on the table, extending one long slender leg. "Don't look at me like that, it's an anklet!"
Shaking her head, Rhiannon smiles as she takes the beautiful smooth ankle in her hand, and drapes the fine silver over it, finally snapping the bone clasp closed. She doesn't let go immediately, but stands admiring Alystin's lovely leg, and the way the anklet seems to hang perfectly around her ankle. "Guess it's kind of fitting that I put it on you, hmmm?"
Alystin smiles at her warmly, "Definately. But the story goes that the anklet was given to the assassin Shribryn by Lloth herself! I mean, this was like fifteen thousand years ago, but they say Shribryn was one of a few drow to ever be chosen as one of Lloth's lovers while she was still alive. And the only assassin ever! It's supposed to ward the wearer, and grant some abilities useful to an assassin!" Alystin stops, noticing Rhiannon is just kind of blinking at her. She hops off the table, sheepishly qualifying her enthusiasm. "Well, Shribryn was Velkyn Elghinn, like me...it's kind of lore for my guild, since none of the other assassin orders can claim one of their members was Lloth's lover. Sorry."
Alystin starts when Rhiannon smacks her bare ass, laughing, "I don't think I've ever seen you 'cute' before Alystin!"
Grabbing her stinging bottom, Alystin turns, "Thanks, Vyrinix. Um...there is something else I need to ask you..."
"Yes?"
Swallowing, Alystin gathers her courage, uncertain as to how the dragon will react, "I need to get the eye of power. It's supposed to be here."
"Hah!" Vyrinix laughs, "So that is what brought you! I knew it must be specific...well, look above you, there it is, glowing with the energy you fed it!" Vyrinix watches sliently for a moment, as Alystin looks up at the orb for an instant. Vyrinix continues just as she begins to speak, "And before you ask, no you can't have it. Not because I want it so badly, though I would not let you take it if you could, but because it is this place. The Eye is the reason this temple was built, around the Eye, and the reason I lair here; it can't be moved, not even by a god. It has always just been here. A magickal trap; an energy store for those who know how to use it. You understand?"
Nodding, Alystin is very relieved. This means she's not going to have to try something stupid to keep her word. "Yeah. My employer's going to be upset though; oh, well, he can deal with the disappointment." She smiles and laughs as she thinks of the old mage, Relstin.
"Good. Then be off with you, my little elf strumpets; I have much work to do before all that lovely energy you left me dissipates."
"Watch who you call a strumpet, you over grown lizard!" Alystin yells teasingly, already walking for the door, kris in hand, barely clothed. "Been nice, thanks again Vyrinix."
Rhiannon is much simpler in her farewell. "Bye!", with a wave.
"Hah! I look forward to our next meeting! May your Gods and Goddess guard you well!"
"Say, Alystin, what happened to Shribryn?" Rhiannon asks, happily oggling the bare bum in front of her again.
"No one really knows. Another goddess cursed her, again no one knows who, and she kind of disappeared while on a mission. They say she was on her way to kill a god..."
Alystin and Rhiannon are gone, far enough away for Vyrinix to conclude this deal. The creature arrived while the elves were sleeping, and it's foul stench has lingered in the air, nauseating to the sensitive dragons nose ever since; it's a wonder neither of the elven women noticed it.
"They are gone and you have seen me do as your mistress asked. Now leave my payment and leave, and take your foul stench with you." He says curtly, without turning around to bother watching to see if his payment is left behind until the creature is gone. Vyrinix knows it won't try and welch.
When the scent is gone, he turns, and there in the shadowed alcove from where the creature watched him give Alystin the anklet, is his payment. Laying in a black iron brazier, flames licking it's surface, is the prize; now he won't have to go and fetch one himself. "Ah...a fine specimen. Balor heart, exactly what I needed..."
Several days later, and Alystin and Rhiannon are overlooking the town of Londsford, sitting next to each other in the early dawn light. People can be seen working outside the farms already, and moving about the town in the warm mountain valley below. They arrived the night before, at sundown, and decided to spend one last night together under the stars.
"You'll come back and visit?" Rhiannon asks, definite saddness in her voice.
Alystin leans against her lover, resting her head on Rhi's shoulder, "I promise. It might be fifty or sixty years, but that's not too bad, is it?"
Rhiannon rests her head on Alystin's, reaching up to carress the drows beautiful chin. "No, not in itself. Not too long...but it's hard for me, you know? Everyone in my clan expects me to take a husband and have children. Sometime...sometime I'm going to have to tell them I'm not."
"Really?" Alystin looks at her lover, trying to fully understand what she's saying, "They won't like that you only lay with women? That's really stupid!"
"No, no...not like that! They won't even treat me any different; well, at least the men might stop trying to get my attention! Heh..." She kisses Alystin lightly before continuing, "They'll be disappointed, because my family, my blood, is well regarded. Lots of heroes; my mother, my uncle, my great-grandmother and great-grandfather...For wood elves it's important to keep the family going. You know what happened to us in the Wars?"
"Yeah." Alystin nods, almost solemnly, "Our cousins used you, and my people slaughtered you, as the high elves intended. Saving themselves." She manages to keep the hint of admiration for that ruthless plan from her voice, feeling for her friend.
"Right. So now it's become very important for the stong bloodlines to continue, and I'm not going to be any help." Rhiannon sighs, twisting a bit of tough mountain grass with her finger, "My mother will just be so disappointed, and I don't want to let her down. But I know I'm going to."
They sit quietly together as they watch the village below come to life, admiring the sunrising over the mountains across from them.
Alystin speaks, "I should really go, I've a long trip ahead of me." Leaning over she kisses Rhiannon deeply, and unhappily forces herself to break to the kiss, standing. Even though she already knows the answer, she has to ask, "You could come with me?"
Rhiannon savors the last lingering taste of her lover on her lips, gazing up at her, she smiles sadly at Alystin and shakes her head, "No."
Alystin just nods, then turns and starts down towards the village.
Rhiannon watches her for a minute, admiring the drow even through the borrowed wood elf clothes they got from a stash. Standing, she shouts down to Alystin, "Fifty or sixty years, Drow! I'll be waiting!" She watches as Alystin turns towards her, white hair shimmering in the sunlight, and waves. Rhiannon returns the wave, smiling sadly still.
Then they both turn, one heading back to the woods, the other to the village, and walk away.
To Be Continued...
Okay, first off, I'd like to extend a big thank you and credit to -Y for the goblin race idea! I hope I did it justice! Hey, I liked this idea so much I changed the story so Alystin and Rhiannon didn't escape from the goblins as I had originally intended! Wow, what a kinky concept...get yours in today! ;-)
Secondly, you may have noticed that part 3 is now going to be 4 sections. Yep, I'm just going to give up on trying to predict how damn big my stories are going to be and how many parts there's going to be to each part...
Hope you all enjoyed reading this, and I really do hope to get 3d out soon; I've been wanting to write the next scene since I started this November '99...
Jashin (jashin@my-deja.com
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