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Subject: {ASSM} Milady and the Dragon part 3 Virlane (fantasy)
Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2001 22:10:04 -0400
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Part 3 in the story Milady and the Dragon
7 more chapters to come

This story contains explicit language
and is intended for adult consumption.
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                  chapter III.  Virlane

Virlane sat quietly in his study, slowly he went over to a special 
bookshelf and took down a large old dusty book, flipping through it 
he finally came to the page he wanted, he reread the spell several 
times until he was satisfied it would work.  He set the book aside 
and made a list of the things he would need for this adventure. One 
that just might be the most important thing he had ever done in his 
long life. But first things first, Bitsy! Virlane adjusted his size 
for the dimensions of the tower room, as he appeared without a sound.  
He looked towards the fireplace and saw the casket sitting just where 
he had been told it would be, he walked over to it not making a sound 
and quietly lifted the lid.  Hearing the lid open, Bitsy had tried to 
hide under the shawl, she didn't move a muscle, hoping whoever had opened 
the lid would close it and go about their business.  With a talon, Virlane 
lifted the shawl off of Bitsy, she looked up in terror then suddenly cried 
out, "Virlane, oh Virlane, I'm so happy to see you."  Virlane motioned 
her to be quiet and gently lifted her out of the casket, cradling her 
in the palm of his paw, he proceeded to use his magic to mend her injuries.  
Bitsy flew into the air, then hugged Virlane "We have to leave here, 
Virlane, you don't know the evil, we have to leave and right away.  
If they catch us we are done for, come on, Virlane."  She tugged at 
his wing, trying to get him to move, but he was looking at the figure 
laying on the floor next to the bed.  Sometime during the night MiLady 
had tried to reach the bed but had collapsed next to it, she had managed 
to pull the coverlet off the bed and over herself, but had gotten no 
further as the events of the day finally caught up with her.  Bitsy 
saw Virlane looking at the lady, and with another tug at his wing said, 
"take her with us, Virlane, you can make her all better, later at your 
lair. Come on Virlane get her and lets go."

Virlane ignored the tug on his wing and walked over to look down at 
MiLady, he gently reached for her and picked her up. For a moment her 
eye's flicked open and she looked at the dragon.  "You are real after 
all," she said, barely above a whisper, her shackled hands reached out 
and touched his arm, he felt warm and smooth like soft leather, not the 
rough, hard, scales she had expected. MiLady smiled softly as her eyes 
closed once more into an exhausted sleep.  Virlane snarled as he saw 
the shackles, he raised an eyeridge and they fell from her wrists to 
the floor.  Bitsy, who had been tugging violently at Virlane's wing 
upon hearing the snarl was so startled she let loose at full tug and 
went somersaulting through the air, hitting the wall with a very unladylike 
**ooofffhh** she slide down to the floor.  She muttered things about 
dragons not warning a girl about snarling and flew back to where Virlane 
still stood and to Bitsy's eye's seemed to be cuddling the lady.

As he stood holding the lady in his arms, his thoughts went back to 
other times, he had watched her grow up, dancing through the forest 
and meadows. He smiled as he remembered the time she had fallen out of 
a tree and with the wind knocked out of her and her hair full of leaves 
and twigs, he had almost gone to her then, but she had gotten up with 
a  giggle and gone running off to her papa.  As the years went by he 
continued to watch her, it had become almost a ritual.  Then the day 
had come when she was no longer a gangly girl child, but had budding 
breasts and the indent of a waist, Virlane had chuckled then and thought 
to himself, our little one is growing up.  One afternoon during an 
extremely long hot summer, she had, as always come to her special place, 
but this time she slipped out of her dress and lay in the brook, to cool 
off.  As Virlane watched she played in the water and with a sudden jolt 
of realization, he felt his shaft slipping from its sheath within his 
body.  He shook with the need to possess her, as she stepped out of the 
brook, his talon's curled as he resisted the urge to go to her and lick 
the drops of water off her body.  He watched her use her scarf of green 
and gold to dry off her body, imagining his paws in its place, he groaned.   
After she had left the small glen, he saw she had dropped the scarf and 
picking it up had smelled deeply inhaling her scent, committing it to 
memory he closed his eye's and crooned for her and his need.  He never 
went back to the glen when she was there, simply watched from a distance, 
but the ache for her never went away.  The idea that somewhere in her 
mind she had been aware of him, had felt his presence made the love in 
his heart stronger.

He  felt a tugging at his ear an Bitsy fussing at him. "What's the matter 
Virlane, are you all right? we have to go now, Virlane, lets go!"  He 
flicked his ear sending Bitsy flying off.  She came flying back, fluttering 
around his head.  Bitsy looked at Virlane and didn't understand the look 
on his face.  She fluttered around him trying to get his attention not 
paying attention to where she was going she flew into the bedpost with 
a thump she landed on the bed.  Virlane looked down at her with a startled 
look on his face.  Bitsy stood up rubbing her head, then put her hands 
on her hips, "ya well, so I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, 
it happens, ok!"  Realizing it was almost dawn, Virlane gently lay the 
lady down on the bed and covered her carefully with the blankets.  His 
paw touched her, as softly as a butterflies wing. He saw a tear slip 
down her cheek and leaning down licked it gently from her face.  Bitsy 
stood on the bed watching with a stunned look on her face "your not taking 
her with us are you? Virlane" Virlane reached out and wrapped a paw around 
Bitsy, he suddenly had the urge to stuff a gag in her mouth, instead he 
just shook his head and the two of them vanished from the tower room.  
Virlane gently set Bitsy down in front of her parents and the fairies 
that had gathered waiting for her return. He sat back watching the hugging 
and rejoicing, then slowly turned to leave, he felt a tugging on his ear 
and chuckled, Bitsy fluttered around his head and giggling kissed him 
on the cheek.  "Thank you, for helping me, of course I would have been 
perfectly fine in a few days and been home in a flash, but it was very 
nice of you to come for me."  Looking at Bitsy's parents he winked and 
started to laugh as he waved goodbye and headed for his lair.  He stopped 
and turned about, "will you send Trink to me please" then he was gone.

As the keep started to wake, Mary slipped into the Kitchen and smiled 
at Harriett. then started to help prepare the morning meal, the two of 
them would glance at each other and chuckle from time to time.  Mary and 
the other girls carried the food out to the soldiers as they filed in.  
Dame Agnes sat in the mistress's chair and drummed her fingers on the 
table.  Her face scrunched up as a small cramp hit her stomach, she yelled 
at Mary, "hurry up, girl my stomach is empty and needs filling."  Mary 
set a bowl of gruel and a pitcher of mead in front of Dame Agnes and 
with a small curtsey backed away.  Kurlew and Bruce joined Dame Agnes 
at the table, they both had a sheen of sweat on their faces and looked 
a bit off color.  Never dainty in her eating, Dame Agnes began spooning 
the gruel into her pursed mouth and looked at the two men "if you didn't 
guzzle your drink and wench the night away, you would be in better health" 
she commented as she made slurping noise's drinking her mead.  With a 
pained look on her face, Dame Agnes suddenly stood up, her hands clutching 
her stomach.  She tried to leave with haughty dignity but with each step 
she moved a little faster, every eye in the room was turned watching her, 
for with each step she took another loud fart was heard.  She suddenly 
picked up her skirts and tried to run from the room, the cheeks of her 
ass clinched tight.  Unfortunately Dame Agnes didn't make it to the jax 
on time and soiled herself terribly.  She heard the loud laughter from 
the dining hall and swore viciously as her stomach knotted again.  
Kurlew sneered at Bruce, intending to make a comment when he doubled 
over grabbing his stomach, he moaned and yelled, "Harriett, you bitch, 
you've served us spoiled meat, you'll pay for this, mark my word on that!"  
He pounded his tankard of mead on the table but couldn't say another 
word as he quickly stumbled out of the hall making for the jax. A wide 
stain spreading on the seat of his breeches.  Bruce hadn't even heard 
Kurlew, he had been to busy rushing out of the room, shoving other's 
aside, fighting to get the door of the jax. As he was shoved to the back 
of the line, he bolted out the side door running around a corner, dropping 
his drawers as he ran.

Mary and the girls watched from the kitchen door as the hall quickly 
cleared, men ran stumbling and groaning from the room.  Pressing their 
hands to their mouths, they tried not to burst out laughing, Harriett 
hushed them, with the warning, "if they hear us laughing and see we aren't 
sick, it will be the worse for us, so you girls just stop your giggling 
and get on about the business of being sick, she winked with a grin, we 
could all use a day of rest."  Harriett fixed a tray for MiLady and handed 
it to Mary, "I doubt anyone will notice this morning" she said and grinned 
widely.  Entering the tower room, Mary set the tray on a table and seeing 
that her lady was still sleeping went to check on the fairy.  Seeing the 
lid of the casket open, Mary peered inside, not seeing the fairy inside 
she started to scour the room, looking under tables, chairs, in drawers 
and under the bed. "Mary, she's gone" whispered MiLady, "he came and got 
her, to take her home."  "Who came and got her? MiLady" whispered Mary 
back, feeling totally confused, wondering who HE was.  Thinking it might 
be the elf, she was talking about.  "The dragon came and got her" she 
answered.  Mary quickly felt MiLady's forehead for a fever, then with 
a look of bewilderment on her face she whispered back "don't tell me 
there's a dragon running about these parts too?"  MiLady nodded slowly 
and smiled "it's magic, Mary, the magic of the universe, he's always 
been here, We just couldn't see him, only feel him in our hearts."  
Mary made a dismissive noise as she helped MiLady eat her breakfast.  
Mary had seen the shackles laying on the floor earlier and had thought 
those curs had been back, while she slept.  MiLady saw Mary looking at 
her bare wrists and shook her head, she had no idea who had taken them 
off but she was glad they were gone.  MiLady kept looking towards the 
door, Mary grinned at her and laughing told MiLady she need not worry, 
it was doubtful that anyone would be bothering her for the next few days.  
Mary explained what had been done, still chuckling and giggling, she went 
on to describe Dame Agnes's hasty departure from the hall.  Laughing 
softly, MiLady wished she had been there to witness such a sight, it 
would have made her day.  MiLady closed her eye's, a smile on her lips.  
So he was really, real, all those times in the forest when she had sensed 
a presence, an aura, of someone or something watching her, she used to 
lay pretending to be asleep in the glen on the soft moss, with one eye 
partially open hoping to catch a glimpse of "the other" as she called 
him then.  She never saw him, but always knew when he was there.  Only 
once had she been frightened, the day at the brook when she had stepped 
out of the water after a long cool bath.  She had felt an awareness that 
had not been there before, it was almost as if some unknown heat had 
suddenly run through her body.  She had quickly dried herself and headed 
home, the feeling had never come again, in time she had almost forgotten 
about that one day.


Mary found Mathew in the Stable watching Drapper curry MiLady's mare.  
she sat on a bale of hay and listened to the two men talking, after 
she had given Mathew a saucy wink and watched him blush red.  Drapper 
grinned watching the couple and laughed out loud at the sight of the 
full grown Mathew blushing.  "Don't guess Trink was able to get aholt 
of anybody, or we woulda heard by now, don't ya think? Drapper" asked 
Mathew "It was late when he left, Mathew, it might take a few days to 
talk to all the folk and come up with a plan." responded Drapper as he 
made soothing noises to the dainty mare.  Mathew turned to Mary and 
still blushing asked her how MiLady and the fairy were doing.  "The 
mistress is better today, her spirits seem to be up a little, everything 
considered, and well the fairy that's another story."  Both men looked 
at Mary waiting for her to continue, Mary enjoying the attention took 
her own sweet time.  "The Dragon came and got her!" Ahhh thought Drapper, 
this becomes more and more interesting. Virlane had gotten involved.  
Mathew just slapped his knee and laughed, "Mary, me girl that's a good 
one." still laughing, he stopped when he saw that Mary and Drapper weren't 
laughing but grinning at each other.  Mathew looked from one to the other 
and back again, he leaned forward "a dragon, a real live dragon, did you 
see it? Mary, me girl?"  Mary shook her head and not wanting to admit 
she probably would have fainted dead away, had she really seen the dragon, 
"no, I didn't, but MiLady did."  Drapper with a casual comment, asked 
if the dragon had said anything to MiLady.  Mary told him what MiLady 
had said, he nodded his head and with a thoughtful look went back to 
the little mare.  Mathew grabbed Mary's hand and waved goodbye to Drapper, 
thinking it was a fine morning for a spring walk. Drapper grinned and 
waved bye to the couple, noticing Mary hadn't put up much of a fuss, 
after he mentioned he might have a dragon story or two for her later 
that night.

Virlane finished his preparations and waited patiently for Trink to 
appear.  He once again checked his calculations and satisfied put the 
ancient musty book back on its shelf.  Trink whistled as he entered 
the lair, wondering what Virlane had up his sleeve, should be fun to 
watch.  He stood at the door to the study, "You wanted to talk to me?"  
Virlane indicated a chair and waited for Trink to sit down, he filled 
a goblet of wine and handed it to Trink. Then sat down and explained 
his plan.  Trink shook his head at Virlane, "why me? why do yea be a 
needin me along? yea know I don't get along well with horses, those 
beasties scare me. Surely you can come up with something better then 
this, Virlane."  Virlane patiently explained again to Trink exactly 
why this type of plan and exactly why he need the help of his friend.  
Finally with a great gusty sigh, Trink gave in, he muttered dire warnings 
about what happens to an elf's superior parts when they ride horses, 
but realized that Virlane wasn't listening anymore.  The Dragon and 
the elf left the cave bound for adventure.
























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