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Subject: {ASSM} Milady and the Dragon part 2 Trink (fantasy)
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 21:10:05 -0400
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Part 2 in the story Milady and the Dragon
8 more chapters to come

This story contains explicit language
and is intended for adult consumption.
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                          Chapter II   Trink

Still filled with rage, Mathew stormed across the bailey, heading for 
the stables, anyone getting in his way, were shoved aside, he couldn't 
believe he had walked out of that room leaving his mistress like that.  
He threw open the stable door, taking a deep breath he looked for Drapper, 
the Stable Master.  Drapper, a small, wiry old man came out of a stall 
and looked at Mathew, he had rarely seen Mathew this angry.  The two 
of them had been friends for years.  Drapper had watched his friend 
grow from a gangly child to a strong man, hiding his soft heart behind 
bluster and gruffness, he also knew that Mathew had a soft spot in his 
heart for Mary and wondered if the two had argued.  Drapper waited for 
Mathew to calm down, he sat on a wooden box and calmly chewed a piece 
of straw, Mathew took another deep breath and looked at Drapper.  "We've 
known each other a long time, and in all those years, I ain't never 
asked how yea knew things, how yea seemed to understand the animals 
and the weather.  I've always suspicioned that yea knew the small ones 
in the forest, but thought it best not to be know.  Well I'm askin now, 
if it be true!"  Before Drapper could say a word, Mathew rushed on, "they 
say the small folk have magical ways, That they can even turn a body 
invisible.  That they can cause people to wither and die for no reason.  
I want to find them and even if I be tradin me soul to the devil, I want 
Kurlew to die a foul slow death."  Of all the things Mathew could have 
said this was the last thing Drapper expected, he looked at Mathew and 
continued to chew on the piece of straw, as if thinking things over.  
Mathew knew you couldn't hurry Drapper, he did things in his own good 
time.  Finally, Drapper asked, what has the bastard spawn from hell 
done now? he watched Mathew's face turn red with anger and knew he wasn't 
going to like what he was about to hear, but hear it he must before he 
could come to a decision.  "He beat her again, this time worse then ever 
before, he strung her up from those tiny wrists of hers and left her 
hanging from the rafter, like some piece of meat." He then went on to 
tell about what had occurred the night before in the dining hall. Drapper 
had already heard but said nothing.  He let Mathew get out the words and 
the rage.  At last with another deep breath, Mathew was done, his rage 
had burnt out, leaving him feeling tired and helpless, a feeling no man 
cares to deal with.  "You bounced her on your knee when she was naught 
but a babe, you taught her how to sit her first pony.  Many's the time 
yea picked her up off the ground and tossed her back in the saddle. Yea 
watched her grow into a lovely woman.  She ain't never hurt nobody in 
all her days, everyone knows how kind and good she is, she don't deserve 
what's happening to her."  Drapper nodded, he spit out the piece of straw 
and said "I can only ask for their help, lad, they give it as they see 
fit."  With that he stood up and clapped Mathew on the shoulder.  He turned 
back to the stalls with a thoughtful look on his face.  Well he had done 
the asking, there was no more he could do, for a moment his shoulders 
slumped forward, then he suddenly sat up and grinned, hadn't Mary said 
something about meeting her in the Kitchen?  Drapper slipped out the 
side door of the stable and ambled down along the wall, he whistled a 
special tune as he walked.  If he had been heard, they would let him 
know, in their own good time.

Supper was over and the dining hall empty except for the drunken 
soldiers who had fallen asleep on the floor, the dogs sniffed through 
the rushes looking for a bone or scrap of meat.  Mary joined everyone 
in the kitchen, she picked up a piece of bread to munch on, then suddenly 
stopped and looked at Harriett, with a chuckle Harriet told her that it 
was safe to eat. The herbs that had been added to the nights meal would 
take about 12 hours to work and it had been added mostly to the wine and 
ale.  Harriett then showed Mary where the safe ale and wine was being stored, 
as the girls in the kitchen wandered off to their beds for the night, Mary 
and Harriett talked of the days happenings.  They both knew that they had 
done everything they could to help and tomorrow would be another long day. 
Mary kept glancing at the door, Harriett watched Mary and finally laughed.  
"Should I be headin off to me cottage, you look like your expecting company."  
Mary turned and grinned at Harriett, "I'll get that man yet, Harriett, 
don't you doubt it."  Harriett laughed loudly, her ample bosom jiggling, 
she gave Mary a hug and still laughing told her.  "Dearie, you've had 
that boy eating out of your hand for over a year now, but he is just 
like all males. contrary as hell.  Maybe its time to give the boy a 
taste of good lovin, so he knows for sure what he is missin."  
With that parting comment, Harriett left the kitchen for the night.

Drapper sat in his small room in the back of the stables and listened 
to the sounds of the bailey settling down for the night, he thought 
back to the years before the Duke had died in a riding accident. The 
Duke had been a good man, he had loved his family and was deeply grieved 
when his lovely wife had died in childbirth.  Lord, how proud that man 
had been of his daughter, most men would have curse the fates at not being 
given a son to carry on his name, but the Duke had taken the babe in his 
arms and proclaimed her his heir, then spent the next 17 years teaching 
her what would be expected of her.  Drapper smiled to himself remembering 
the little girl running and tripping on her skirts as she tried to keep 
up with her fathers long strides as he inspected his holdings.  the Duke 
would laugh and toss the child onto his broad shoulder and the people 
smiled. The land was good and the Duke generous in his giving, a good 
life even for the serfs.  As the years went on, the daughter grew to be 
as kind and generous as her father.

Back in the kitchen, Mary washed up and fluffed her hair out, she
banked the firepit and smiled as she turned and saw Mathew standing
in the door.  In a moment they were both grinning as he came into the
kitchen, Mathew stood and looked down at Mary. the day had been long
and filled with such rage and despair he needed Mary but didn't know 
how to tell her of such things.  Mary touched Mathews face with her hands 
"Come to me, my fine man, let me wipe away the thoughts of the day."  
Mathew didn't say a word, just pulled Mary into his arms, crushing her 
against his chest, Mary grabbed his hand and pulled him into the storage 
room off the kitchen. The two of them fell to the floor, ripping off 
clothes in their haste.  Rolling on top of Mary, Mathew pushed her thighs 
apart with his knee's and thrust into her, deep and hard, he groaned and 
closed his eyes as he felt her hot, wet, womb take his hard cock, Mary 
wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up her hips, her nails dug 
into his bare buttocks urging him on.  With another groan he started to 
slam into her over and over again, his hands at her hips pulling her 
tighter with each thrust of his cock, his mouth suckled her breasts, 
a thought flashed through his mind, More then a mouth full, and he 
sucked harder.  Mary moaned out Mathew's name and urged him on, her 
leg tightened around his waist and she matched his thrusting motions, 
she felt his balls slapping against the cheeks of her bottom and moved 
faster. Her hands pressed his head against her breasts wanting him to 
suck even harder, her eye's flew open as she felt Mathew shudder and 
groan loudly.  She wanted to slap at him and yell, "nooooooooo not yet, 
I'm not done" but she said not a word. With a silly look on his face, 
Mathew kissed Mary, then collapsed on top of her, Mary held him close 
and slide her legs from around his hips.  "I'm sorry Mary, to be so quick 
but its the truth I've been wanting yea for so long, I just couldn't wait."  
Mary giggled at Mathew "We will  just have to train that fine fellow of 
yours, just like your soldiering, thrust and parry, you have to build 
up endurance for a good tumble." Then with a gentle look she told him, 
"and its the gods own truth, Mathew, I've been waiting and wanting you 
for just as long."  He laughed, the rage of the day gone for the moment, 
"well yea's got me now and I won't be letting yea go any time soon, Mary 
me girl."  "Mathew, I saw the most wondrous thing today, I know I shouldn't 
be saying this, for you more then likely won't be believing me, but I 
need to say the words out loud. I saw a fairy today and even touched it!."
Mathew stared at Mary, wondering if he had heard aright "a fairy, yea say? 
Now where would yea have been seeing fairies, they be nothing more then 
silliness and imagination."  She looked hurt that he hadn't believed her 
and grabbed his shoulders "its true, in MiLady's chamber, she had a injured 
fairy hidden away in her jewel casket. I even tended the poor things 
broken leg and hurt wing."  Mathew made an odd choking noise and suddenly 
leapt up and ran out of the room trying to pull on his pants, hoping from 
foot to foot, he feel down and cursed getting his pants on.  Mary lay on 
the floor with a shocked look on her face, her legs still spread wide. 
Swearing the whole time she got up and dressed, having every intention 
of letting Mathew know exactly how she felt about such odd behavior, 
she followed him out of the kitchen, wondering why he was heading for 
the stables.

Drapper at that moment was sharing a bit of ale with a very old friend.
they idly chatted about the weather, the lack of a good crop this season,
the taste and quality of the ale they were drinking.  It was an old game,
the one trying to out wait the other, in saying what was really on their
minds. Finally as they both knew would happen, Drapper gave in and told his
friend that his help was needed and explained what had been happening of 
late, in blunt terms he told all.  His friend shook his head sadly and
with deep regret told Drapper "I would be happy to help you, old friend, 
but it will be a while before I can give my full attention to it.  We have 
a fairy gone missing, no one can find her, the forest has been searched 
repeatedly. No trace has been found of her, if an animal had caught her, 
we would have found something, but it's as if she vanished. she is a young 
one and hasn't learned yet to use her magic to contact her kin, if she is 
still alive."  With a loud bang, the door to Drapper's room flew open and 
in rushed Mathew, talking at the same time "a fairy, MiLady has a fairy, 
Mary saw it with her very own eye's, we can get the fairy to help MiLady. 
You can convince it to help our Mistress, Drapper" With a startled look 
the men in the room rose to their feet.  Mathew's mouth dropped open as 
he stared at the little man standing next to Drapper.  He blinked his eyes 
several times as if to clear his sight.  Standing before him was an elf, 
an ancient elf by the look of him, his skin wrinkled, with long laugh lines 
at the corner of his eyes.  He had long gray hair pulled back and tied behind 
his head, his beard was braided and tied with a green bow.  His clothes were 
the colors of the forest and neat as a pin.   For a moment Drapper looked 
flustered, never had anyone seen his friend before, he collected his wits 
about him and turned to Mathew "Mathew, I would like to introduce you to 
an old friend of mine, Trink."
Trink, chuckled to himself as he watched the one called Mathew, wondering 
when it would occur to him that his mouth was hanging wide open.  Trink, 
sketched a bow and smiled kindly at the man. This was the one who had asked 
Drapper to call for help to aid his mistress.  Just then Mary came rushing 
in slamming into Mathew's back, she looked over his shoulder and gasped. 
"Lordy be, its an elf, Mathew!" she suddenly sat down on her bottom and 
started to laugh. Elves, fairies, what next a dragon, she said, Drapper 
and Trink just smiled at each other.  Mathew looked at Mary as if she had 
suddenly become a member of bedlam, he tried to hush her, fearing the elf 
would become angry and turn her into a wild animal or something.  Trink, 
once again bowed to the lady and walked around Mathew to look at her he 
offered her his hand to help her up off the floor.  Mary with a shaking 
hand let the elf help her stand up.  "Sooo, you've seen a fairy, have you, 
me purty, would yea mind telling me about it, ol Trink would be mighty 
interested in hearing about this fairy." he said in a soft sing song 
soothing voice.  Suddenly calm, Mary started to tell Trink about the 
fairy in MiLady's casket. Mathew looking from one to the other started 
to step in front of Mary, Drapper looked at Mathew and shook his head, 
waving him over to the pitcher of ale.  Trink listened intently to Mary's 
tale, nodding his head occasionally encouraging her to go on, when Mary 
was done, she held out her hands as if pleading, I did the best I could, 
to fix her up, truly I did.  Trink touched her hand and smiled, "I surely 
do be knownin it child, for this yea and your Lady have the gratitude of 
all the forest dwellers."  He turned to Drapper, "I must go and inform the 
people of our missing fairies where abouts.  I will return on the morrow, 
we shall speak then."  With that the elf was gone, Drapper spoke to Mathew 
and Mary, "I don't need to warn you, not to mention any of this.  I know 
you will keep it a secret."  Mary laughed with a touch of hysteria, as if 
anyone would believe them. They would be carted away to bedlam should they 
even hint at such things as fairies and elves being about.

The fire had burnt low and the room took on a chill, MiLady shivered, 
covered only in the sheet.  She couldn't help moaning as she hung from 
the rope, to distract herself she called out "are you all right, Bitsy?" 
Bitsy, wrapped in the warm cashmere shawl, looked out at the lady.  She 
concentrated hard and was pleased to see the fire flair back to life.  
"I'm much better, lady, in a couple days, I should be able to fly again, 
then I will be of more help to you."  "You must help yourself, Bitsy, 
as soon as you can fly, you must flee this place, return to your forest 
and your family, don't ever look back, the evil is too strong here."  
Bitsy started to say something, then suddenly hunched down into the casket, 
as the door was thrown open. This was the evil, not the place, only some 
of the peoplle in it, she muttered softly.  Kurlew staggered into the 
room, he ripped the sheet off MiLady and licked his wet slobbering lips.  
He reached out and twisted one of her nipples and laughed as she cried 
out in pain.  Going over to the bed post, he untied the rope and watched 
as she fell to the floor, landing on her hands and knee's.  MiLady rolled 
onto her side and curled up into a tight ball and tried not to scream as 
the feeling started to return to her hands. Kurlew kicked her and demanded 
to know if she was now willing to do as she was told.  MiLady tried to 
move away from his kick and groaned as his booted foot landed on her hip.  
Mary's words seemed to echo in her head and in dejection she nodded her 
head. Kurlew reached down and grabbed her hair pulling her up and grinned, 
"I didn't hear you, what did you say?" She gasped at the painful tug on her 
hair and with tears in her eye's she answered him, she would do as she was 
told.  He slapped her and laughed, rubbing his crotch, she was just like all 
the other sluts, they just needed a bit of persuasion, still laughing he 
grabbed her and pulled her up on to her knee's.  Suddenly a loud clanging 
noise was heard, Kurlew rushed to the window he saw men and women running 
about, hearing the cry of fire, he ran from the room.  In the lower bailey 
two of the empty crofters cottages were a blaze.  MiLady looked towards the 
casket, "Bitsy?" Bitsy called out, "twasn't me lady." They both let out a sigh, 
whoever or whatever had caused the fires has given them both a reprieve.  
Trink smiled as he proceeded on his way. It had been a most productive 
night so far.  He was looking forward to the rest of the night, it should 
prove very, very interesting. He set his cap at a jaunty angle and with a 
little skip, started to whistle a tune, rubbing his gnarled hands together 
in glee.

Virlane lay on the warm stone floor, his tail curled around his
body, he rested his head on his paws, he appeared to be sleeping,
only the occasional swish of his tailtip gave away that he was not
slumbering.  Virlane knew they were coming, he could feel their anger,
their excitement, he could also tell Trink was in a high good mood.
Which considering the activities of the day was odd.  If they had
found Bitsy, why the anger, that seemed to flow through some of them?
all in good time he would find the answers to his questions, Virlane 
waited.

At the meeting in the glen, Trink had explained everything to the forest 
people, Bitsy's parents cried with relief to hear their daughter was alive, 
but at the news of where she was, they stood up planning to go remove her 
immediately.  Trink held up his hand for quiet.  "There be's more to this 
then just ah goin and bringin Bitsy home, she was saved by a human woman, 
then tended to by another human woman, both with kind hearts.  The one 
woman is in deep peril, we are in their debt, Drapper has asked for our 
help in aiding the woman."  At that the glen turned quiet, they all knew 
Drapper, never had he asked for the peoples help just always offered friendship 
and help if it was needed. Cransmure, the Leader of the Fairies stepped forward, 
"these women have given aid and comfort to one of our own, we will decide how 
best to help, who is the woman so greatly in peril?"  Trink looked at his 
friends and sadly said, "It is MiLady of the Keep."  With that there was much 
muttering and discussion between themselves.   They had all seen her, 
either in her gardens or in the forest, they knew of her kindness and gentle 
heart.  He then went on to tell them about the abuse MiLady was suffering, 
bringing angry cries from the fairy and elven women and shouts of anger 
from their men.  Cransmure and Trink exchanged a glance, each thinking the 
same thing, Virlane.

They stood outside the cave, Trink, Cransmure, Bitsy's parents, and many 
others that wanted to lend their support tto the scheme at hand.  Trink 
entered the cave and made his way to the back rooms, he had been here many 
times and thought of the dragon as his friend.  But he also knew something 
else, he knew of Virlane's feelings for the human woman, MiLady and was 
worried about the response he might get, when Virlane heard the news.
Trink stood before Virlane, he doffed his cap and cleared his throat
"Virlane?" why this is silly he thought, and wandered over to help himself 
to a goblet of Virlane's excellent wine, he sat down in a large chair and 
returned his gaze to Virlane. Elven brown eye's met the fiery green eyes 
of the dragon.  Virlane could have read Trink's thoughts but centuries ago, 
the two had agreed to respect each other's privacy, so only said with his 
deep resonant voice, "You found Bitsy?"  "Yes, in MiLady's room, hidden in 
a jewel casket."  Virlane's deep rumbling laugh filled the room "That little 
one will surely be the cause of many a gray hairs on her parents head, she 
seems to fall into more misadventures then all of us put together," his 
laughter stopped abruptly and he raised an eyeridge at the look on Trink's 
face "lets hear the rest of it Trink!"  Trink slowly and very carefully 
explained the situation to Virlane, he left nothing out, so it was understood 
exactly what was happening to MiLady. Truth be told he wanted his old friend 
angry, in the last 60 or 70 years he had become more and more closed up with 
his magical studies, more and more complacent, the fellow needed a good wake 
up call.

Virlane suddenly stood up to his full height and roared with rage, his 
razor sharp talons raking down the walls of the cave. His wings spread 
and batted the air, it was as if a huge wind had just blown through the 
cave.  Trink fell to the floor and covered his head as smoke and the smell 
of sulfur filled the air.  His huge jaws snapping, Virlane arched his neck 
and such a cry of vengeance filled the air, the folk waiting out side ran 
and hide behind tree's and bushes. Cransmure, chuckled.  He was disappointed 
not to see Virlane flying out of his cave, wings furled and out for blood.
Virlane turned and looked at Trink, the look in his eye's made Trink 
shudder and for just a second feel sorry for the evil humans.  He 
gathered himself up and brushed his clothes off, with a hand that 
shook slightly he poured himself another goblet of wine. He knew 
Virlane would be upset but he really hadn't expected such a violent 
reaction from his usually easy going friend.  Virlane headed for the 
entrance of the cave, with a startled cry Trink ran after him, grabbing 
his tail he yelled at Virlane, "get a holt of yourself  me boyo, you 
can't go charging out there, what are yea goin ta do, burn down the 
keep and have the soldier's chasin dragons all over the forest for 
the next 20 years? trampling everything in sight? bringing in hounds 
to kill the forest folk? is that what you want to see happen?"
Virlane spun around and reached out a paw to catch Trink as he went 
flying off his tail, he gently set Trink down and started to pace the 
room, every once in a while stopping to snarl and glare at the walls.  
"No, I don't want that Trink, you know me better then that, thank you 
for your quick action, I haven't lost my temper like that in many a century."  
Virlane hunched down in thought, his tail swishing from side to side.  
He looked at Trink then stood up again "I will retrieve Bitsy first, 
then handle the other matter in my own way, with magic, they will rue 
the day they were born. but it must be done in such a way as to not alert 
the Uncle to what is happening.  If he gets wind of strange doings, he 
might instruct Kurlew to bring MiLady to his own castle, then things 
would become much more difficult and complicated."  With that Virlane 
turned and went back into his study, shutting the door firmly behind 
him. Trink heard a bolt thrown shut with much finality.

Trink sauntered out of the cave, as if nothing much had happened, he 
waved at Bitsy's parents and told them that Virlane would be returning 
her to them soon, and that he would be dealing with the other problem.  
With many nods and everyone chattering at once they all started to 
return home.  Cransmure, walked up and grinning like a loon, started 
to laugh uproariously,  "Trink, old friend, come join me for a good 
strong cup of wine, why your as white as a lily and the bow on your 
beard is askew" with that he slapped his knee and started to laugh all 
over again.  Trink muttering about obnoxious fairies followed him down 
the mountain path.














 










































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