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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} New: Inverness - Enter The Dragon (2/11) (FF, fantasy)
Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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Inverness is a land of magic. We all live there, in some sense.

I'd like to apologise for the typo in the first part. As everyone,
but me apparently, knows -- it's asstr-mirror.org NOT asstr.COM 
(aka the morons). See the URL corrections at the end of the
preamble.

This story is the continuation of "Spring Equinox" and "Autumn
Equinox" that I wrote in the past and can be read on my website. If
you didn't enjoy them, then you probably won't enjoy this one either.

In a break from tradition, I've switched main characters. I'm sure
Janey won't mind.

This story is fiction. Hear that? Fiction. Those that can dispute that
statement, won't.

In a further break from tradition, this story is rather long. As such,
I decided to break it into eleven parts for posting. Rest assured that
all eleven parts are written, and will be posted, but I will only be
releasing them about one a week. Real life intrudes sometimes.

I want to thank Mike Ink, especially, for providing invaluable
assistance, once again, in editing and proofing the story. Sorry MInk,
this one was a long one, but I appreciate the effort. Even so, I must
take responsibility for any errors in the text. If it's wrong, most
likely it was pointed out and I ignored it.

Comments, and questions, are always welcome at dcrimson@yahoo.com.
Offers for fast money and pictures of Britney naked, are far less
welcome.

Please don't redistribute or repost this work in any format without
written permission from the author.

As usual, this story contains scenes with erotic imagery. This may
include depictions of nudity, female-female sexuality, outdoor
settings, group sex, and all sorts of other wonderful activities that
may offend the moral minority. I have no idea what the moral minority
would be doing reading anything here, but consider yourself warned.

On the other hand, my descriptions of human sexuality aren't nearly as
graphic as some around here. We are all blessed with an imagination,
and sex is much more than slippery hydraulics. At least to my
characters it is. And so, if you are looking for detailed descriptions
of pussies and penises, there are many "stories" lurking about that
can do that. Consider yourself warned.

And for the rest of us, on to the story,

- Crimson (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson


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Inverness [FF, fantasy] - Part II - Enter The Dragon

Crimson Dragon

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(c) Copyright February 2001 - All Rights Reserved

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There was no menace in his stance, no indication that he was any
threat to her well-being.  Nevertheless, she stopped abruptly as she
spotted him sitting casually on the steps of her apartment. 
Twenty-five years of being female instilled an instinct of caution. 
He didn't wear a coat, seemingly oblivious to the cold of the December
night.  His eyes weren't travelling her body; in fact, they were
watching the light traffic in front of the street, seemingly ignoring
her and her unease.

At last he glanced towards her, his eyes capturing hers, not resting
on her breasts as most did.

"Alison," he began.  His voice was firm and sure, but somehow
androgynous.

She was taken aback that he knew her name, but she supposed that CL
might have told him.  But she doubted it.  Trying not to show her
discomfort, she managed to keep the waver out of her voice.

"I appreciate the offer of the drink, but I thought I was pretty
clear."

The man nodded, not taking his eyes off of her.

"You were.  CL didn't tell you who I am, did he?"

"You know CL?"

The man nodded.  "He's...an acquaintance."

She glanced about nervously, planning possible escape routes.

"You realise that I'll scream to wake the dead if you move any
closer."

The man laughed softly but not unkindly.  "Alison, I'm not here to
rape you, or harass you.  You've obviously never been to Inverness. 
Tell me the word, and I'll disappear.  Forever.  You'll never see me
again.  There isn't any need to scream."

Alison relaxed a little, but still warily kept her eyes on the man. 
"Aren't you cold?" she asked.  She was having trouble keeping her own
shivering at a standstill since she had stopped walking.

The man shrugged.  "Dragons don't really get cold," he murmured.

The remark made no sense, but she chose to ignore it for now.  She
took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to stand here all night," she sighed.  She shifted her
weight from one booted foot to the other.  The man began to walk down
the stairs, carefully keeping his distance from her.  She stepped up
on the first step, tensing as he passed.

"Alison?"

She stopped, three steps from the entrance.

"There is magic, you know?"

The man had bought her a drink, had bothered to find out her name, and
remembered it, and hadn't done anything untoward, hadn't even tried
any lame pickup lines on her.  She wasn't really interested in
company, especially not the kind of company one finds in The Portal,
but the apartment was going to be unbearably empty tonight.  A whole
lot of girls in that bar were probably sleeping tonight with the first
somewhat attractive guy who had said, "You'll do."

She sighed softly.

"Mystery man?"

She turned as she reached the top step.  He was waiting patiently at
the bottom.

"You want a coffee?"

Silently, he nodded and slowly climbed up the steps after her.

                         <---===***===--->

She hesitated a moment before unlocking the door, her hand resisting
turning the key.  Then she shrugged and plunged, pushing the door open
with a quick motion.  The man followed her in, closing the door
behind, but not letting it slam.

"So, where's Inverness?  Isn't that in Scotland?"  She kicked off her
boots, and hung her coat in the small entrance closet.  She turned to
face the stranger.

He nodded.  "There is an Inverness in Scotland; beautiful place."

Alison sighed.  "I guess I should know your name, since you seem to
know mine."

At this, the stranger smiled.  "I'm known by many names, but lately
Crimson Dragon seems to suffice."

She stared at him.  "You're kidding."

"You can call me what you wish.  When one is enigmatic, one must
accept the consequences."

She sighed and began to walk towards the end of the hallway.  "Well,
Mister Dragon, you'll have to excuse the mess."

The small apartment was far from messy -- merely lived-in.  Crimson
settled easily into an overstuffed armchair.  Alison remained
standing.

"What would you like to drink?"

"You have ice water?"

Alison looked at him strangely.  "Cheap date?"

Crimson shrugged easily and grinned.  "Not sure this is a date, but if
we're going to be doing tricks tonight, I'm not sure I want any more
alcohol, and I don't drink coffee."

Alison shrugged and padded into the kitchen, returning a moment later
with two tall glasses of water.  She handed one to the man, who
accepted it with a nod of thanks.  Curling up in the corner of the
sofa, she turned her attention to the mystery in her armchair.  She
tilted the glass against her lips.

"Crimson Dragon, huh?  Where does one get a handle like that?"

"I'm an author," he smiled.

                         <---===***===--->

The two water glasses sat empty on the carpet.

"Josh left, you know?  Three days before Christmas.  Nice huh?  We
talked for hours, staring up at the ceiling, knowing the sun was
coming up, knowing how it was going to end.  He slipped out from the
sheets, kissed me, dressed, gathered up his things, and...just left."

Her tears had long since dried, her voice a monotone, her eyes
scanning the whiteness of the ceiling for irregularities.

She turned to Crimson, who was still listening intently to her.

"Glad you asked?"

The man took a deep breath and nodded as though he had been fully
aware of her story before asking about it.

"You needed to talk, methinks.  Are you feeling better?"

She shook her head.  "Not particularly."

He smiled at her.  "You will."

She gathered her thoughts and pulled her knees up to her chest,
hugging them.  She had made her decision long ago, but even so, her
voice wavered.

"Do you...do you want to...go to bed?"

The man considered her words for a moment, and then slowly shook his
head.  "Alison, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but...I'm
not right for you.  I'm only a messenger, a chauffeur if you will."

Puzzled, she looked at him.  Suddenly, an inexplicable anger suffused
her.  It wasn't so much the gentle rejection as it was a selfish
reaction.  She hated the internal forces, but was helpless to stop her
fingers.  With a set look on her lips, she slowly released the
buttons, her fingers moving from her chin between her breasts to the
base of her blouse.  The cloth dropped from her shoulders to fall in a
crumpled heap on the carpet by the base of the sofa.  Her naked skin
glowed in the indirect light from the streetlight outside her window.

Crimson smiled at her, his eyes still upon her face.  She could feel
tears beginning to well as her anger melted.  She reached for her
blouse.  "I shouldn't have done that," she murmured.

His words stopped her.  She raised her eyes to his.

"Alison, I understand, truly I do.  Did you know that today is
Solstice?"

She brought her fingers back from reaching for the discarded cloth,
but crossed her arms protectively across her exposed chest.  She shook
her head negatively, confused by the question.  Crimson didn't seem to
notice her actions or her nudity.

He glanced at his watch.  She blinked away her tears, sure that the
timepiece had shimmered from a rather masculine digital watch to a
dainty gold woman's watch.  When she opened her eyes again, it had
changed back to the original digital watch.

"You've never been to Inverness," he stated.  "It would do you a world
of good.  Forget Josh."

"Not Scotland?"  Her voice wavered.

"Not Scotland."

"Where then?"

"I suspect you'll find out."

She pressed herself back into the sofa.  Fascinated, she watched as
his left hand shimmered, losing its human flesh and was briefly
covered by scales the colour of blood.  As she blinked, the hand
morphed into a slender female hand, its nails painted the colour of a
candy apple, before returning to the large, strong masculine hand it
had been.

Instead of commenting on her hallucinations, she merely asked the
creature, "When?"

He looked up at her, his expression serious.

"Any time you're ready.  Solstice just passed."

                         <---===***===--->

He lay easily on his back on her bed, as shirtless as she had been
only moments before.  His hands entwined behind his head, raising his
pectorals and defining his biceps.  She found herself wanting to run
her finger down his skin, to touch him, but she stood with one hand on
the far bedpost, balancing on one foot, watching him.  Her blouse hung
loosely off her shoulders, two buttons securing it carelessly between
her breasts.

His lips moved silently, eyes closed, words indistinguishable.

She gasped as a light wind plucked at her jeans at her calves.  A
light, as bright as a sapphire, swirled on the edge of her vision.

"It's a portal."  His voice was warm and surprising, tickling her ear.
She turned towards the blue wind that was not wind, and then back
towards the Dragon.

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded silently, and allowed him to guide her to the swirling blue
light.  Beyond, she could see glimpses of rich browns and greens, and
sunlight.

"Inverness?" she asked.

The creature nodded.

"How will I get back?  Are you coming with me?"

The Dragon smiled kindly.  "I...have other invitations to make.  A
particularly wilful one that won't be easy.  The Queen."

He made no sense, but she didn't really care.  She turned towards the
portal, feeling the gentle tug of the breeze generated by the heatless
light.

"How will I get back?  If I go?"

"I will be there shortly, whether the Queen agrees or not.  Or you can
ask any of the writers.  They can all return you.  But it is Solstice;
the celebration will be tonight.  Enjoy."

She pondered that for a moment, then she glanced at the empty bed,
rumpled where the Dragon had enchanted.  In a burst of
self-consciousness, she reached up on her toes and brushed the man's
cheek with her lips.

Without another word, she stepped firmly into the blue fire and fell
off the edge of the world.

                         <---===***===--->

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