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Subject: {ASSM} Bitsy 3
Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 06:10:03 -0400
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                    IV   Brand  

Each morning at dawn, Bitsy went to her oak tree, in the
forest, slowly she was turning it into a warm, welcoming,
snug home.  She would arrive back at the lair in time to
fix breakfast for the two of them, then they would move
into the work shop or study.  The two usually sat in a
comfortable silence, Bitsy usually with her nose stuck
in a dusty old book, Marluxion at his work bench fiddling
this or that spell or invention.  After lunch the
old dragon usually took a nap, and Bitsy either went for
her usual walk or she would pop into the nursery to play
with Ravlyr.  Studying for a few more hours in the late
afternoon, the two would sit together after dinner, 
reading, or chatting about things they had done during
the day, or something that had sparked their interest.

One afternoon Bitsy sat on the floor playing with Ravlyr,
she giggled as he tried to stuff his little fist into
his mouth, making happy gurgling noises as spit ran
down his chin.  She wiped off his face and started to
sing a little fairy melody to him, when she heard Mary
suck in her breath and say "gotta love the view."
Bitsy flew over to the window to see what Mary was
looking at.  Down in the bailey, the men were practicing
various forms of fighting.  The man that drew her interest
and Mary's, was tall and blonde, he had stripped to the
waist, his body glistened with sweat as he fought against
another man also holding a sword.  They could hear the
clash of the swords, Bitsy could almost feel the shock
of each strike running up her arm, she watched the muscles
move with each motion of his body, she didn't even
realize her breathing was coming faster as she saw the
hard, taught muscles of his thighs tighten against his
breeches as he held his footing, then moved forward and
back as the two men swung their swords at each other.

A squeal from Ravlyr made both females jump as if they
had been caught doing something wrong, Bitsy without
looking at Mary, went over to the baby and giggled
as he stuffed the blanket into his mouth, "I would
say he needs his mama" Mary laughed and picked the
child up, rocking him, she had seen the pink flush
on Bitsy's cheeks. MiLady walked in a moment later,
knowing it was Ravlyr's feeding time, she looked at
Mary and Bitsy, both giggling, Bitsy her face a 
bright red at something Mary had just said and
grinned at the two.  Bitsy waved and headed back
to the lair, her face still flushed.

That night after dinner, as they sat in the study,
Bitsy told Marluxion about the old oak tree, and 
about how she had been slowly cleaning out the rooms,
sweeping and getting it ready for her to move in.
He had known it was only a matter of time before she
went out on her own, but was surprised at how much
he wanted to resist it.  they talked about speaking
to her parents, about what she would need and if 
the same schedule of study would be followed. Before
she went to her alcove she hugged the old dragon,
kissing him on the cheek, then whispered in his
ear "I love you, Mar, you will always be extra
special to me." then she left the room.

Bitsy had trouble sleeping that night, she kept
waking up, finally with a tired sigh she got up
and dressed.  She sat in the dark for a long time.
Then she made up her mind and left the lair.

Once again Bitsy sat on the nightstand watching
the man sleep. Often over the next few nights
Bitsy was tempted to return to the mans room,
she wanted to look at him, touch him again, but
she didn't, instead she dreamt of him.

At first her parents were not happy about Bitsy
moving into the old oak, but after a long, serious
discussion with Marluxion, they relented and gave
their agreement.  Thamara helped Bitsy find the
things she would need, little carpets for the 
floor, cooking utensils, blankets and bedding.
Her father and Keebler built her cupboards and
work benches, chairs and tables.  Keebler and
Trink, carted everything to the old oak, they
had a grand time, speculating on the move, 
what Bitsy was up to, what she was going to
do, living so far out in the forest all alone.

Bitsy sat on the edge of the cradle watching
Ravlyr sleeping, she was like a worried hen,
clucking and fussing about, he had a slight
cold and she was concerned.  She was also 
watching very closely because she had noticed
the little changes, every once in awhile his
cooing would turn to a slight purring noise,
his little fingers would curl and for just
a second or two become talons.  

Hearing a loud smack and a thud, Bitsy flew
to the window, there lying on the ground was
the blonde male, he got up and brushed himself
off, then took the reins of the huge war horse
from the groom, swinging back up into the saddle,
he once again put on his helmet, hoisted his
lance and rode back to the line in the dirt.
He kicked his horse into a full gallop, lowered
his lance and rode for the quintain.  Striking
the shield, he didn't duck in time as the sand
bag swung around and caught him on the shoulder,
partially knocking him out of the saddle.
Five more times he rode at the quintain, until
he finally got it right, exhausted he swung
down from the saddle, taking off his helmet,
he turned and handed it to the waiting groom,
then walked over to a large cask of water. He
dunked his head into the water then stood up
shaking his head, the water flying off his
face and hair.  He wiped the water from his
eyes and looked up, directly at the nursery
room window.

Bitsy instinctively moved back from the window,
even though she was sure he couldn't see her,
if he saw anything it was a slight blur near
the window.  She went back to check Ravlyr,
fussing at Mary as she bathed him, not to
allow him to become chilled.  She kept checking
the temperature of the bath water and making
sure the towels were nice and warm for when
Mary was done.  With an exasperated sigh Mary
rolled her eye's at MiLady.  "That one needs
a few little one's to bounce on her knee, then
maybe she would quite telling me how to do
me job." Mary told MiLady.

Neither woman expected the response they got,
a wild hissing noise sounded through the air,
and they both felt the room shudder, looking
at Bitsy, what they saw was a pulsing dark blue 
glow surrounding the fairy, who's eyes were 
flashing wildly. MiLady wrapped Ravlyr in a
towel and held him turned away from Bitsy.
Mary stood infront of them as if to ward off
the fairy.

Collin spoke quietly from the doorway, "Bitsy"
she turned to him, she held out her hand to him
as if pleading. Suddenly a hissing noise sounded
in the room as if replying to Bitsy, MiLady gasped
as the human child she was holding, shimmered
and turned into a black hatchling, his wings 
streaked with gold, and silver. He clawed his
way out of his mothers arms, his little wings
flapping wildly, Ravlyr flew towards Bitsy.
He flew into her, knocking her backwards, then
wrapping his tail around her, they fell to the
floor, rolling amidst wings and arms and legs.

Mary started screaming, Collin quickly grabbed
her and silenced her with a quick spell, MiLady
ran forward intending to snatch Ravlyr away from
Bitsy, He wrapped his hand around her wrist and 
jerked her back.  Quietly he said to the two on
the floor "cease!"  Ravlyr looked up at his father,
he grinned, small fangs gleaming, his tail still
wrapped around Bitsy, turning the hatchling licked
the fairies cheek, slobbering and drooling all 
over her.  Bitsy reached up and tickled the little
hatchlings tummy, then the two were rolling around
on the floor again, giggling.

Bitsy finally extracted herself from Ravlyr's tail,
she stood, softly petting his back, she turned to
Collin and MiLady, she started to speak then let
out a little shriek as the hatchling started chewing
on her ankle.  Collin reached down and picked up
Ravlyr, who promptly started to gnaw on his fathers
fingers.  Bitsy looked at Collin and MiLady again,
"I'm sorry, I don't understand why that happened,
please forgive me."  Then she was gone.

Later that night as Bitsy sat eating her dinner 
with Marluxion, a very subdued Bitsy fiddled with
her food, she looked at Marluxion and spoke almost
in a whisper "I lost control of the blue glow this
afternoon at the Keep, I still don't understand
why. Perhaps it would be best if I stayed to myself
at the oak tree for awhile, I don't want to hurt
anyone, Mar"  "Did you hurt anyone? Bitsy, or just
let the glow get out of hand?"  She started to
answer, when a knock sounded at the study door.

Katrina, the golden dragoness stood at the door.
she smiled and greeted Marluxion and Bitsy as 
she entered.  "You wouldn't mind if Bitsy and I
spoke privately would you? Marluxion" shaking
his head the old dragon left the study, he
knew he would hear later exactly what was going
on.

Bitsy watched Katrina cautiously, she was expecting
some sort of blistering lecture about loosing her
control around Ravlyr, to her surprise, instead
Katrina smiled at Bitsy and pouring the two of
them a goblet of wine, she sat across from Bitsy,
got comfortable, then got right down to business.
"The idea of having a baby terrifies you, why?"
Bitsy's hand shook slightly as she held the goblet,
she took a calming breath as she felt her insides
clinch. Katrina watched with interest as the blue
glow around Bitsy brightened then dimmed but didn't
quite go away. 

The words seem to burst out of Bitsy, in angry, quick,
short biting words. "How can you even ask such a thing?
you were screaming, moaning, in terrible pain, I saw
Rav come out of your body, you were both all bloody,
you were crying, he almost died, you could have died
out in the forest, the both of you, cold, alone!"
The more she said, the darker the blue glow became,
it started to crackle with little sparks.

Marluxion felt the atmosphere in the lair change,
he went back to the study, neither of the women
noticed him enter.  Katrina said calmly "but we
didn't die, we both are fine, you see how much
Ravlyr has grown, how healthy he is, I'm healthy.
There is blood involved in any birth, Bitsy, that's
just part of the process of giving life.  I won't
lie to you, yes, it was painful, very much so, but
the memory of the pain is soon forgotten with the
joy of holding your child in your arms. I would
not have wanted to be spared one moment, because
it brought Ravlyr into our lives."

The blue glow turned to a soft blue light as Bitsy
sobbed "I was so afraid, so very afraid that night,
I thought you were going to die."  Katrina went
to Bitsy and snuggled the fairy into her arms,
"But we didn't die that night, because a very
brave little fairy came to our rescue, and we
will always be indebted to her, it only made us
love her more then we had before."

Bitsy sniffled "But Virlane was angry at me, I
saw it and heard him yell at me." Katrina chuckled
and gave Bitsy a handkerchief to wipe her nose,
"He is a male, all males act oddly during times
of stress, especially when it involves their 
loved ones.  They do and say the silliest things."
Bitsy gave a watery giggle.  Marluxion quietly
slipped back out of the room.  How very interesting
he thought.  I had no idea those sort of thoughts
were rattling around that fairies head.

As Katrina was getting ready to leave, Bitsy
asked "what is the name of the blonde man staying
at the keep?"  Seeing the bright pink flush on
the fairies cheeks, Katrina grinned "His name is
Brand, Viscount Shereingham, a very attractive 
young man isn't he?"  "Umm Katrina, do you think
he believes in fairies?" Bitsy asked nibbling on
her fingertip, trying to appear merely curious.
"I don't know, dear, why don't you ask him and
find out." Katrina grinned.  Getting a little
of her composure back, Bitsy smiled "I just
might do that."  She hugged Katrina and gave
her a fairy kiss on the cheek "thank you for
talking to me, you've helped me alot."
Katrina hugged Marluxion on her way out, smiling
at him "girl talk" she said as she left.

Bitsy sat on the nightstand, staring at the man,
his name was Brand, she thought it an interesting
name.  It fit him, she said it silently to herself
several times.  He moved in his sleep, groaning
slightly, he turned as if trying to find a softer
place on the bed.  Bitsy looking closely at him,
saw the horrid bruise on his shoulder, and smaller
less livid bruises on his back, she cautiously
hovered over him, barely touching the bruises,
she sent a healing spell over each one. She 
quickly hide as he mumbled and rolled over onto
his back, the covers low on his hips.  Finally
seeing him settle into a deeper sleep, Bitsy
told herself she was just going to make sure
he wasn't hurt on his chest, once again she
hovered over him, her tiny fingers slide through
the blonde hair on his chest, curiosity got the
better of her and she barely brushed her fingers
over each small male nipple, almost hidden in
the chest hair.  Her eyes followed the line
of hair from his chest to the thin line of hair
running down his belly to disappear under the
covers.  Startled she almost fell onto his chest,
as he mumbled again and moved slightly, his legs
shoving off the covers.  He turned slightly, his
fore arm covering his eye's, he sighed deeply then
slept again.

 From her hiding place in the bed curtains, Bitsy
looked at Brand, her eyes wide as little saucers.
Her eyes slide down his chest, once again following
the line of hair all the way down to his groin, 
her breath quickened as she looked at his semi-
erect manhood surrounded by a bush of slightly 
darker curly blond hair.  Very carefully she
left her hiding place and moved closer, as if
drawn by some invisible cord, she with a feather
light touch followed the hair down his stomach
her hand wavered for a moment then reached out
to touch his shaft, she jumped a little as it
seemed to react to her touch and jerked a little.

Quickly looking towards his face, his arm was still
over his eyes, he seemed to be sleeping deeply,
she watched his chest moving with each breath.
A little bolder now, she slide her hand up the
length of his shaft, then over the head. Feeling
even bolder, she put both of her hands on it and
moved them back down to the base of his shaft,
she looked with interest at the sacs just below,
then touched them also.  She slipped her fingers
through the hair surrounding his manhood, which
brought her even closer until her body was pressed
against him.  In amazement she watched the length
of his shaft grow longer and thicken, once again
she looked up at him, he hadn't moved at all.

Her hands moved over him, once again she touched
the head of his manhood, her body almost laying
along its length, she blinked as she saw a drop
of fluid come from the opening at the tip of his
shaft.  Touching her tiny fingers to the fluid,
she was surprised how warm and sticky it felt.
Without really understand why, Bitsy brought her
fingers to her lips, she licked them, tasting
the sticky fluid, surprised at its salty pleasant
taste.  Bitsy almost had a heart attack as the
man Brand, made a noise and moved slightly, his
legs spreading a bit.  Her heart thudding in 
her chest Bitsy flew to the nightstand and sat
trying to calm her breathing. 

Bitsy looked at the mans face and was shocked
speechless, seeing a pair of hazel eyes surrounded
by thick lashes looking at her, his teeth flashed
as he smiled at her.  "Don't stop now, I've been
enjoying your touch tremendously." he said in a
quiet voice slightly rough from the ache in his
groin. "We might enjoy this a little more if it
were a bit more equal" he held out his hand to her,
His eyes and voice soothed her until she found
herself next to his hand, he turned on his side and
gently ran a finger down her tiny nose.  "Take off
your clothes, little one, I would do it but I'm 
afraid I would rip them" his voice smooth as butter
ran over her.  Never taking her eyes from his, Bitsy
slowly slipped out of her clothes.  She watched his
eyes look over her body, she blushed deeply, but
didn't try to cover herself, she knew things had
gone well beyond that point.

"Your lovely, little one" once again his voice
washed over her, she shivered slightly, he raised
an eyebrow "let me warm you, my beauty" then his
hand gently curled around her drawing her closer.
Laying her on the pillow, he traced a finger over
her breasts, making little circles around each
hard, taught nipple, then down the center of 
chest, down her stomach to the little nest of
curly hair covering her mound.  He watched her
lips part and her tongue wet them, he groaned
as he watched her tongue, so sensual, so seductive.
Carefully he leaned down and traced the path of
her tongue with the tip of his own, then parted
her lips with his tongue, he felt her tongue
brush against the tip of his and groaned again.
He moved to run his tongue over her breasts and
nipples and smiled as he heard her gasp, he slide
his fingers between her thighs spreading them.

Afraid of hurting the tiny fairy laying on his
pillow, Brand carefully rubbed the tip of his
index finger against her nether lips, he gently
took her breast into his mouth suckling softly
as he moved his finger slowly up and down her,
feeling the little button of pleasure he flicked
his fingertip over it, she moaned, her tiny
fingers grabbing the pillow.  He moved over to
the other breast and started to lick and suck 
on it as his finger continued to caress her.
Slipping his fingertip between her wet, hot
nether lips, he started to move it, rubbing 
slowly, then slide it in and out.  Running
his tongue down over his stomach, he slipped
his hand under her bottom and back, lifting his
hand, her legs spread wide.  He licked her, his
tongue covering her fully. She squirmed and
moaned loudly, only making him more aroused
with the sexy noises.  Brand dipped his tongue
into her, moving it in and out, feeling her 
body start to shudder he placed his mouth over
her and suckled deeply, drawing her into his
mouth.  He heard her gasp and cry out, almost
screaming with her release.

Bitsy lay half on his hand, half on the pillow
gasping and panting, her eyes closed, her whole
body seemed to quiver, then explode into a thousand
tiny pieces.  She didn't realize her fingers were
tangled in his hair, until he moved his head and
with a gentle hand, took her fingers from his hair.
She opened her eyes to find him smiling down at
her.  She smiled shyly back up at him, still
panting, all she could think to say was "oh my"
Brand laughed down at her "oh my, indeed."

He lay on his side, resting his head on his hand,
he watched her, after her breathing calmed down,
he grinned down at her "care to finish what you
started earlier?"  Startled Bitsy looked at him
in confusion.  He looked down at his very hard,
aching shaft.  She sat up following his gaze.  
"Oh yes, that" she said blushing deeply, thinking
quickly Bitsy said "what would you suggest? I
don't this sort of thing often, you know"

Brand started to laugh, then stopped when he saw
the look of upset on her face, he bent down and
kissed the tip of her nose "Little One, you've
never done this sort of thing before, I was
watching you almost from the start, and if I
don't miss my guess, this is the first time
you've ever touched a man, in your short little
life, and I certainly don't mind helping out with 
a few suggestions." he grinned wickedly at her.

Bitsy giggled up at Brand, his grin and light 
manner had set her at ease "I'm probably a hundred
years older then you are" she grinned back at him.
"Then I had better catch up with a few suggestions
hadn't I" he chuckled.  Brand proceeded to get
her wet, hot and breathless again, rolling onto
his back, he put her on his chest, and groaned
as she started to lick and nip his nipples,
her little body wiggled over him.  Picking her
up again, he set her on his hard shaft, he
gruffly told her what to do.  With a gasp she
straddled his manhood and started to slide her
body slowly up and down its length, her tiny
mouth licked and sucked at the head of his
shaft, he groaned again, which urged her on.
She dipped her tongue into the opening at the
tip of his manhood, moving it in and out as, 
she remember what his tongue had done to her.

Her tiny nails raked up and down his shaft as
she squirmed and wiggled along his manhood,
her feminine juices made him and her slick 
and slippery, feeling that same wild ache
just before her body had exploded into orgasm.
Bitsy pressed down harder and moved faster,
she moaned deeply, her hard nipples rubbing
at the same time, her lower body rubbed added
to the feeling.  Lowering her head she bite
the head of his shaft, raking her tiny sharp
teeth over it.  Brand clutched the sheets and
let out a loud groan as he came.  His pulsing
shaft shot out stream after stream of semen.

Brand looked down at Bitsy and bite his lip
hard to keep from laughing uproariously, she
was sitting on his shaft with a look of shock
on her face, she was covered with his cum, it
dripped off her hair, off her face, her chest.
Bitsy raised wide eyes to Brand "you could of
warned me, you know" she muttered.  "Had I been
able to get a sound out then, brat, I would have."
no longer able to contain his laughter.

Picking up a sticky Bitsy, Brand got off the bed
and went over to the wash stand, he checked the
water in the pitcher, then poured some into the
wash basin. "What are you doing?" demanded Bitsy.
"This" he said as he plopped her into the water.
Letting out a squeal, Bitsy jumped up "that's cold!"
He pushed her back down, "its luke warm!" 
Soaping his hands he washed her, her breath caught
with a low moan as his soapy finger slipped between
her thighs, he saw her reaction and smiled to
himself. "close your mouth" he said just before
dunking her under the water.  Bitsy came up 
spluttering and choking. "Thanks for the warning"
she muttered.  He reached for her braid and tried
to undo it, muttering Bitsy took out the pine
needle pins and undid her braid.  He washed her
hair, then not warning her this time, picked up
the pitcher and poured the water over her head.
gasping and spitting out water, Bitsy glared at
him, which made him laugh more.
Wrapping Bitsy in a large towel, he carried her
over to the fireplace, stoking the embers, he
tossed in a few logs, until the fire was blazing.
He stood her on his knee and dried her. Pushing
at his hands, she told him she was perfectly able
to dry herself. He grinned at her and agreed, "but
then you deny me the pleasure of doing it, brat."
Setting her down on the fur rug in front of the
fire, he spread her long hair out to dry. 

Leaning forward Brand rested his arms on his 
knee's and watched her comb her fingers through
her hair, each movement unconsciously sensual.
Getting up, he returned with a hair brush, he
picked Bitsy up and lay her on his legs, then
started to brush her hair, with long slow strokes.

The chill in the room woke him, for a minute he
sat there, trying to figure out why he was sitting
in a hard chair, naked, the room chilled.  Then
he looked down and saw the tiny fairy laying on
his lap, sleeping, her hand curled under her
cheek. He gently touched her long hair, holding
it in-between his fingers, he let it slip down,
feeling the silkiness float across his fingertips.
A sleepy eyed Bitsy murmured "I didn't get to 
wash you, that's not fair" he grinned down at her,
"next time, you can wash me." Bitsy raised a
tiny eyebrow and with a little haughty look
"next time? Brand winked at her, "We both
know there will be many, next times." Just about
to make a comment Bitsy stopped as she heard
a baby crying. She sat up listening, the towel
dropping down around her waist. Brand brushed
his thumb over her breasts. Bitsy slapped his
hand away. Brand looked at her "its just the
Duke's son, I understand he is teething and
not feeling well."  

Bitsy grabbed the towel and dragging it along,
flew over to the bed, finding her clothes she
started to dress.  Brand followed her, he sat
on the bed watching her with a confused look
on his face.  She saw the look and told him,
"I need to go check on Rav."  "He has a nurse
maid, Little One, I'm sure she is taking good
care of him."  He was startled to see a small
blue glow surround her. He reached for her and
quickly pulled back his hand, it had felt as
if a thousand tiny needles had been jabbed into
his hand.  Seeing him looking at his hand,
Bitsy felt like crying, for some odd reason.
She got the glow under control "I'm sorry" she
said quietly.  "I know, Mary takes good care
of Rav, I just need to check on him, Rav and
I are buddies."
Brand looked at the tiny fairy and smiled
"then go see to your friend, brat, but don't
forget me," then winked at her, she winked 
back at him "oh, and why is that?" then
he blinked because she was gone. He threw
back his head and laughed. It was going to
be a good day.

A very tired Mary looked at Bitsy as she popped
in next to Ravlyr's cradle. "he is having a hard
time of it, the poor little mit."  I sent MiLady
off to bed about an hour ago. "Go get some sleep,
Mary, I'll sit with Rav, if I need you, I will
call."  After Mary had curled up on the cot in
the corner, Bitsy sat in the cradle and made
soft soothing noises at Rav, he looked at her
with red tear filled eye's, he drooled and
stuffed his little fist in his mouth.  Bitsy
got a wet wash cloth set it on the window sill
until it was cold, then did the best she could
to squeeze out the water. "Need a hand" whispered
a voice behind her, Bitsy fell out the window
then came fluttering back muttering about 
sneaking up on a body.  She looked at Brand
and whispered back "what are you doing here?"
He held up her boots and grinned at her.
She looked down at her stocking feet and grinned
back at him.  

Brand set down her boots and picked up the cold
wash cloth, wringing out the rest of the water,
he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.  She
took it from him and went back to the cradle.
following her, Brand looked down at Bitsy,
shoving the cold cloth into Rav's mouth. Rav
making gurgling noises instantly started to
suckle the wash cloth, the cold easing the
pain in his gums.  Bitsy ran her hand over
his forehead, then down over his chubby
baby cheeks.  With concern he watched her
hand start to glow a light blue as she stroked
the babies forehead and cheeks again.  "It's
all right, I'm just taking care of his fever,
I would never hurt Rav."  Bitsy said defensively, 
seeing the look on his face.  "I didn't think
you would." he replied softly. Then giving her
a salute, left the room.

Bitsy sent a message to Marluxion telling him
that she would be back in a few hours, that she
was with Ravlyr.  Sometime later, Collin entered
the nursery, MiLady put her finger to her lips
and motioned him over to the cradle.  The two
looked down into the cradle.  The baby and the
fairy were sound asleep, Ravlyr's small fingers
tangled in Bitsy's hair, holding onto her.





































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