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Subject: {ASSM} WraithSpider 3d: Eye of Power (fantasy, drowF, F/mast, F/dragon, FF, FFF), 
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Wraith Spider 3d: 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.

*      *      *       *       *

The end of WraithSpider 3d: Eye of Power

to be continued in part 4: A Day Off?!

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