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Subject: {ASSM} Ultima VII/Serpent Isle: Revealing Nights (MF, magic, cons, nc, computer game fanfic) [Ikone Avatar]
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Ultima VII/Serpent Isle: Revealing Nights (MF, magic, cons, nc,
computer game fanfic)
by Ikone Avatar <ikoneavatar@hotmail.com>
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Tall walls of gray stone, long worn by the ravages of wind,
loomed before them like archaic sentries whose alliance remains
unknown. Although the Avatar and her companions had spent
several weeks in the city of Monitor, the last several days had
distanced them from civilization farther mentally than even
physically. Iolo dragged behind the other three, his face weary
of battle and full of images that he could not forget, his
sensibilities being much more romantic than the others. Dupre
walked closely to the Avatar, but slightly behind-he did so
unconsciously but it told so much of his character that it looked
somewhat ridiculous in perspective with his stalwart, macho
bravado. Shamino, the quietest of the troupe, was off to the
left side opposite Dupre: his gaze wandering to and fro for any
signs of trouble. The goblins wouldn't follow them though: they
all knew that. The Avatar and her companions had killed every
one of them. Nothing remained in the valley alive, save the
flora that bore witness to the genocide. The prize, which the
Avatar carried under her arm, was stained red just as they all
were, practically from head to foot. The others didn't bother
asking why she didn't wear it proudly into Monitor, who would no
doubt hail her as their new Champion.
"I am looking forward to a hot bath, especially now that we have
the inn to ourselves," Iolo piped up as the guard behind the
northern city gate finally came into view. "We all look as
though we've fought a war!" His laughter died quickly, just as
so many goblins did a few short hours ago. None of them had
slept the previous night, inside the cave leading into the
goblin's valley, for it stank of rot from the green guards they
had to kill just to get to that point. None of them would sleep
tonight either, the Avatar thought.
"Indeed, and thou shouldst go first, Iolo, Monitor can smell thee
from here!" Dupre tried to joke, but none of them laughed, and
they continued to the city in silence.
"Hail, the new Champion of Monitor!" the other two Command
Leaders and Spektor applauded Caladin, who gave the Avatar a huge
pat on the shoulder that would have sent some men to the ground.
She smiled despite her fatigue, and the feeling that no one
should be hailed for what she had done that morning. "Brendann,
it looks as though thou art far better for thy new Wolf!"
Caladin's voice boomed in the large main room of Monitor's town
hall.
"Indeed, Ikone hath proved herself...most capable..." the Wolf
Command Leader trailed off, his accent on "most" and the way he
was looking at her, twirling the corner of his small moustache
between thumb and forefinger, was so typical of the man that
everyone in the hall laughed, including Ikone the Avatar. Her
gaze drifted to Mersten, Leopard Command Leader and current
leader of the city of knights. Ikone noticed, too, Dupre and
Shamino looking at him with masked interest. The incriminating
evidence they had found in the goblin's store room would have to
be taken to just the right person in order to do any good, but
who was loyal to Mersten? How far did the deceit go? She looked
back to Brendann, who was still gazing at her with a desire that
she had to admit was flattering. He was adamantly against both
the Bear and Leopard command, but he was power hungry and very
cunning. Whether he could be trusted or not was still uncertain.
Caladin, Bear Command Leader, was a tough brute with an
allegiance only to his Command and the safety of Monitor... her
train of thought got cut off as the laughter died down and
Mersten spoke, "Well, milady, thou hast proven thyself beyond
even the Knights Test, and have rightfully claimed thy title as
our new Champion. We all thank thee for retrieving the most
precious Helm of Courage, and wish you a long and triumphant stay
here in Monitor. Thy companions as well as thou can go anywhere
thou dost wish." There was another round of applause and Ikone
caught the warm smiles from her three companions through the muck
and blood, which stifled her mood again. *Damn* she thought *I
really could use that bath now.*
The four crimson warriors walked wearily to the vacant inn, of
which they now had free reign since killing off its keeper, a
goblin disguised as a man. "I am surprised at thee, Avatar, why
not face Mersten now?" Iolo questioned their leader as soon as
they entered, closing Monitor outside for the time being.
"It wasn't the right time yet, Iolo. We'll know when it is
right, I'm sure. For now, let's just get some rest, shall we?"
her Earth-accent sounding very out of place in the dimly lit
foyer. She wondered how long it would be until she, too, was
speaking as a Britannian. *I guess I'm not in Britannia any
more, though, am I? Damn this Serpent Isle, its even more bloody
than Britannia* she thought with a heavy sigh as she opened the
first room's door and threw her pack and cloak in.
"Thou canst take first bath, Avatar, thou hast surely deserved
it!" Iolo offered in condolence to her sigh and sullen
countenance.
"Thank you, good bard," she smiled wearily at him. "I think I
will, and then I can take first watch out here." Ikone tossed
her bedroll against the wall in the foyer opposite the front
door. She looked up to meet the questioning gazes of all three
companions.
"Surely tonight, Avatar, we do not need a watch?" Shamino
questioned her as he opened the second room's door, setting his
magic bow carefully inside. "After all, thou art a hero!"
"Shamino is right, thou shouldst rest," chimed in Dupre, one hand
on his hip and the other resting comfortably on the hilt of a
long sword.
Chuckling to herself as she pulled off the kidney belt to be
thrown nonchalantly into the room with her other gear, "Yes, but
heroes often times have more enemies than the enemies! Besides,
there are only three rooms, and as much as I like all of you, the
beds here are rather small." The men all looked at each other
with a bit of annoyance, Iolo shrugging.
"Well then, milady, I have a solution." Dupre grinned, the
Avatar looked up at him in expectation of one of his lame
attempts at a joke, "Thou canst share Brendann's bed to-night!"
he let out with a loud belly-laugh, which Shamino tried not to
join but couldn't help not to. Iolo scowled at him
disapprovingly and shook his head in sympathy to the Avatar.
"Good Lord," she muttered as she leaned her broad sword against
the wall next to the bedroll. "Maybe you're just jealous, hmm?"
It was then her turn to grin, and she caught the surprised look
on Iolo's face out of the corner of her eye. Shamino, too,
looked surprised but this did not help his attempt at stifling
laughter.
Dupre just grinned, "Perchance, milady, I am. Thou art most
becoming in thy armor of red gore and goblin stench." Shamino
lost it, and he had to brace himself against a wall as he
laughed. Iolo was now gaping, his amazed stare going between
Dupre and Ikone like the pendulum of a well wound clock.
Grinning, the Avatar suddenly gave the large man a warm embrace
and patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, Dupre, and so are you. And
so are we all. Thank you, once again, my dear companions for
fighting at my side." She sighed heavily again, her smile
returning to one of fatigue and an attempt at being happy. "What
we did today... well, I'm sure none of us know quite how to take
it. Was it worth it? Maybe we'll never know, but I thank you,
each one of you, for being there with me like always." Shamino,
having regained himself as soon as the Avatar did, smiled at her
affectionately, as did Iolo whose mouth finally closed.
Dupre turned to face the other two, his arm around Ikone's
shoulders, "Here, fellows, is a finer lass than thou willst ever
find." With that, he suddenly gave her a small kiss on the lips
that made the Avatar blink and look at him with a questioning
gaze. Shamino, too, looked at the two but didn't say anything.
All four of them had spent more time together and been in tougher
situations than most marriages have to go through, and been in
very close quarters with each other, and indeed knew each other
better than most friends ever do, but there had never been any
intimacy between them. The was the first time she had ever been
kissed by one of them, even if it was just a small one and as a
friend.
Iolo, having not really noticed, just smiled and nodded in
agreement. "And with that, Avatar, I believe Dupre hath offered
to stand the first watch if thou art determined that one is
needed..." Dupre nodded and continued smiling down at the woman,
a full foot shorter than he. "...and thou can take thy bath.
Shamino, help me to fetch her some hot water, hmm?" Shamino
watched Dupre and the Avatar staring at each other a breath
longer and then smiled to Iolo, going with him out the front
door.
"Dupre..." Ikone started, but he suddenly cut her off with a
tight embrace of her to his chest, one hand on the back of her
heavy armor and the other holding her head to his shoulder.
"Do not say anything, milady. Surely thou doth already know the
answer to thy question." He let her pull away enough to look up
into his brown eyes, he staring into the deep blue of hers. She
swallowed hard, not knowing what to say, wondering which of the
many questions rising inside her she could possibly know the
answer to. Before she could say anything more, he pulled her
close again and pressed his lips to hers, both closed their eyes,
and she didn't fight it.
Shamino watched them through the far window, the sound of Iolo
struggling with the large bucket of hot water in the background.
His mouth opened slightly as they kissed, his eyes closing along
with theirs. His head hang to his chest, and it took a conscious
effort to look back up at the two. They were just standing there
now, looking at each other. His heart swelled along with theirs,
he knew that, but there he was in the dark, outside, looking in.
He had, of course, always thought the Avatar a strikingly
beautiful woman; long golden hair, oceanic blue eyes that could
hold your gaze for hours and a figure that would be hard to best.
However, when he saw Dupre kiss her the first time, a spark of
desire rose in him for this woman he had known for so long. He
longed to be in Dupre's place now, to feel her against him, and
then his longing turned red hot with envy. His eyes narrowed and
focused on Dupre. *Why should he have her? The obnoxious brute,
he hath none of my integrities, he hath not the true appreciation
for her as I do!* His fist clenched around the handle of the
bucket, so hard that his knuckles turned white.
"Dupre..." she started again after their lips at last parted.
She had no idea what to say, and just looked at him. He suddenly
grabbed her ass and roughly kissed her again, this time with more
passion. He let her go and took a step back, looking her up and
down.
"Thou art right as always, milady, now is not the time. Thou
shouldst know my true feelings though, for the right time may
never come. Today... before the goblin King..." he looked at
the dingy carpet, searching for the right words. "I thought that
I might lose thee, Ikone. This land has far more enemies for
thee than Britannia even, and I am afraid for thy safety." With
that he quickly turned from her and half-ran into the third room,
quickly closing the door behind him. The Avatar stood there
spellbound, not knowing how to feel or act. She ran her fingers
through her hair and felt a sticky mess; bringing her hand before
her she saw globs of red and green.
"Damn, it's even in my hair. Iolo!" The old man quickly poked
his head in the doorway.
"Thy bath, milady, 'tis just being finished by the Ranger," Iolo
smiled at her and came inside for warmth. Ikone quickly pulled
off her plate armor and leggings, and headed out back. Her mind
raced with the lingering taste, feel and scent of Dupre as she
walked, her gaze watching her boots as she walked mechanically...
right into Shamino as he rounded the corner.
"O' Avatar! Thy bath is run," Shamino muttered, roughly patting
her bare shoulder off where his chain mail marked her with dirt.
He took in the soft feel of her skin, he ran his fingers slowly
over her shoulder, his thoughts racing towards places all over
her body he would rather touch. Ikone lifted an eyebrow at him
as he stood there with his hand on her shoulder, staring at it.
"Are you okay, Shamino?" He quickly pulled himself back from
her, a surprised look on his face that recessed back into a
shadow. "What were you thinking about?" she asked. He
stammered, finding it hard to concentrate in the presence of her
unexpectedly. The burning in his stomach and loins made it
uncomfortable to stand there before her, and he was thankful for
the growing darkness. Her Earth-accented speech aroused him even
more for some reason and he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Shamino, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" he sputtered, trying to keep his hand away from the
growing bulge in his pants as he watched the moon play with her
bare shoulders and legs. He bit his lip as his eyes wandered the
creases in her orange tunic. "I, uh, am just tired. As tired as
thou art, I'm sure, milady." He chuckled nervously. She came
closer to him, trying to scrutinize his features in the moving
shadows of candlelight trickling through the open window. A
small sigh of desire in check passed over his lips, the longing
to touch her almost irresistible. He almost fainted when she
reached out and took his hand.
"Yes, we're all tired. Thank you for all your efforts today, old
friend," she smiled and gave him a small embrace, and he felt her
entire body suddenly tense just as his flashed with heat.
*Either he's got a hard on the size of baseball bat or the hilt
of his sword is poking my thigh* she thought, *Do I look down or
pretend I don't feel that? * She looked down.
"Avatar, please forgive me! I... I... saw you and Dupre," he
motioned to the window, the shadows unable to mask the crimson in
his cheeks as he tried to pull his chain mail down farther.
"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded, looking
completely confused, "Everyone suddenly has the hots for me!"
She rubbed her forehead, trying to shake the undeniable lust from
herself. "I'm supposed to be the icon of virtue, and all I can
think about is..."she trailed off and her gaze fixed back on the
front of his trousers. Shamino collapsed against the outer wall.
"Ikone... thou mayst be the Avatar, we are but men. Thy beauty
is undeniable, and, well" his desire started to fade, faced with
the reality that she did not share his feelings. *At least* he
thought *she doth appear to have no feelings for that clod Dupre
either*. He looked back at her hopelessly, and with no further
answers. Ikone closed the shutters, wrapping them both in the
gray tones of darkness outside the inn. Moving directly in front
of him, her boots nearly touching his own, she leaned her entire
body into his and kissed him. Shamino's mind went blank as the
fire in his loins rekindled; he wrapped his arms around her waist
and pulled her in closer, the front of his trousers pushing
against her harder. Ikone moaned softly into his mouth as she
opened hers, slipping her tongue along his as she finally
reconciled the tension between what she felt as the Avatar, and
what she felt as a woman.
"Let's get our bath over with," she whispered into his ear. They
walked hand in hand to the back. She pulled off his chain mail
and then his shirt, rather roughly to his surprise. Running her
hands down his chest she smiled at him, whispering
conspiratorially, "We should try to do this quietly." Before he
could respond her mouth was probing his again, her hands undoing
the buttons of his pants enough to slip her hand inside. He
shivered as her hand grabbed his cock and found his balls to play
with. Disbelieving what was happening he just now found his
hands able to feel the body he so longed to have for himself. He
started pulling her tunic off her slowly, but she helped him
practically rip it off. The moon shone down on her bare skin
making it glow, and she was even more beautiful than he had
imagined all these long years. Grinning, she pulled herself into
the waiting hot water of the large bathing tub and dipped her
head under the water as he finished undressing and joined her.
They embraced at once, her hands holding tight onto his back as
he moved on top of her, his right hand holding her up in the
water and his left massaging her bush. The tub was shallow
enough that she could comfortably sit on the bottom with her
shoulders still out of the water. The Avatar spread her legs,
resting her ankles on the edges of the wooden spa and pulling
Shamino farther onto her, guiding him to her cunt. He locked
eyes with her as he slipped his head in enough to feel the thick
cream that had formed there; she melted under him with a shiver
and he slid the rest of the way in. She pressed her lips against
his hard to stifle a moan, and kissed him even rougher as he
began pumping inside her. Her surprisingly lithe and muscular
body aroused him severely, and he wasted no time moving her
towards a climax. The hot water rocked in the tub in time with
Shamino, covering them in steam as it hit the cool night air.
Her hands racked into his back, which he arched to probe her
tight wetness deeper and faster. The Avatar bit her lip to stop
a scream of pleasure from escaping, and she rocked her hips
opposite Shamino, pulling his cock harder in her each moment.
Her nails dug into his back with orgasm and scratched nearly a
hand length down, but he didn't even notice as he shot hot cream
deep inside her. Shamino fell back; the tub creaked with the
strain and even more water sloshed out. Ikone pulled her legs
back in and winced, her entire cunt sore from the pounding,
but she grinned despite herself. Shamino, a somber look on his
face, watched the curvatures of her body as she tried to regain
control of her breathing. She watched him back, wondering at
what had just happened. In all her years in Britannia, she had
made a conscious effort to not only be an Avatar of the eight
virtues, but dedicated to virtue in her personal life as well.
With so many opportunities to partake in such earthly pleasures
in this world, she had remained chaste.
"What the hell is going on here?" Ikone and Shamino were
suddenly broken out of their capsule in time and pleasure as
Dupre stood over them. They hadn't even noticed him walking up.
Dumbfounded, they stared at him without thinking to even cover
themselves. His voice boomed again, his face glowing red in the
darkness, "What the HELL is going on?"
Shamino slowly stood, pulling his pants in front of his genitals
as he did so. "Dupre, thou must understand..."
"Understand what, thou... thou... Bastard! Thou hast taken the
Avatar! My love!" He lunged at Shamino, knocking him clean out
of the tub and onto the dirt next to the back wall of the inn.
"Dupre, stop it!" Ikone yelled at him, jumping to a standing
position in the bathing tub. Dupre turned slowly, his eyes mere
slits of the rage that radiated from him. He looked her naked
form up and down, which only made him more furious.
"And thee, *Avatar*... the symbol of virtue indeed! Thou art
nothing but a whore!" She gaped at him in astonishment as he
slowly advanced on her. "I offered thee my love, I did not force
myself upon thee... and thou hast spit upon me like a dog!" He
grabbed her by the neck and lifted her clear out of the barrel,
carrying her naked form kicking and grasping at his hand, gasping
for air. "Wouldst thou like to see how a dog doth act, Avatar? I
shall show thee the virtue thou hast shown me!"
Shamino finally got up from the hard land on the ground, he
yelled with rage and flung himself at Dupre. The well-trained
warrior threw Ikone to the ground under a tree and was ready for
the Ranger when he came. With one strategic blow to the side of
the head, he sent Shamino against the stonewall to crumple at its
bottom, unconscious. Turning back to the still-gasping woman,
Dupre grinned wickedly and grabbed her again by the neck.
Without saying another word, he flipped her onto her stomach in
the dirt beneath the tree. She could hear his rattle of armor,
and then felt his other hand on her back. He moved on top of
her, and she could feel the cold metal on her back and the warmth
of his pelvis against her ass. She was no pure-maiden when she
came to Britannia from Earth, despite her chastity while here,
but in all her pleasure-exploits she was a complete anal virgin.
Dupre held her neck to the ground as hard as he could while he
plunged his fully erect dick up her asshole, all the way with the
first thrust. She tried to scream with the agony that tore
through her, but his hold on her neck left only enough room to
barely breath. Her cunt was still sore from the well-endowed
Shamino, and the ass pounding made her burn with unbearable pain.
Dupre moved wildly on her, with no grace he took out his rage.
Harshly he held her down, his full weight promising no escape as
he ravaged her ass for his own pleasure. He grinned with
sinister delight at the feel of her trying to scream between his
fingers, and he moved his other hand up to roughly fondle one of
her breasts. He got no pleasure from this except to make her
feel even more vulnerable. On and on this went, he never got
tired of moving in and out of her tight ass, and as soon as he
could feel it finally getting used to the large intrusion he
pulled out. His hot cum spewed over her ass and thighs, and he
stood up, and moved back from her, doing back up his pants.
"There is thy virtue, Avatar, and here is thy well-trained dog."
This and other Ultima series sex fiction can be found at Sex,
Lies, and Virtuousness:
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