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Subject: {ASSM} Always Questing (Fantasy MF, rom)
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2001 17:10:05 -0400
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Preface---
The following was written by request of a friend.  Because I don't want the
company who made up the movie reviewer spanking my ass for copyright
infringement and Liscensing stuff, I have changed things as much as I can
without altering the main thread of the story.  Is this Fan Fic?  No, these
characters were not breathed life, by anyone else, but me and the friend who
wanted me to write this.  There really was no tittle for this, so yes, I did
blatently steal the concept.  Since I am sure at least some of you are
familiar with what I have been pussy footing around I need to make a few
statements.  I didn't change my name, so please, please, please don't harass
innocent characters out there. I have found my character's name used by
others on other servers.  All of the other names are variations, but you
will probably not find them if you look.  Being a jerk about this, will just
land you on an ignore list, and so you know, Dite is in semi-retirement
anyway.

Legal Disclaimer---
That all said, the following is written for mature audiences.  In some
jurisdictions it is against the law to read these under a certain age.  If
you are below that certain age, go look at the Victoria's Secret Catalog or
the pixels of a woodelf.  This is my work, Copyrighted, June 2001.  Any
reposting of this story anywhere without my written permission with or
without my name attached will get you a lot of nasty hate emails and one or
two letters from lawyers asking you to cease and desist.  If you are offened
by anything that has to do with, fantasy or sex, I would not recommend
reading
any further.

Comments are welcome, but you'll have to erase the spam prevention from my
email address.



----

Dite narrowed her eyes and looked around the little city called Y'nosqe.  It
wasn't more than a small port town  in the middle of almost no where leading
to no where special.  Her helm rested in the crook of her arm while she
looked down, literally, at the towns people.  As a Barbarian, she was
average
height, but compared to the natives here, she looked odd.  Being blonde,
freckled and as strong as any other man or woman who trained next to her in
her days at the barracks made her stick out here.  She used the wall as
leveragel and laid the gleaming plate helm on the ground my her feet.  If
she arranged it so the mammoth tusks that the smithy had been so proud of,
she could sit down on it without damaging any part of her body.  Not that
the tusks would be able to penetrate the blue adamantite armor, but it would
be uncomfortable.  Ignoring the stares from the merchants and wives looking
over the wares at the market, she took out her axe and began to polish the
blade.  It
had seen enough blood and muck during the last weeks, that she was surprised
it wasn't stained a deep brown.

Being one of the few who could take down one of the hill giant that pestered
the plains of Anarak by herself, she was used to odd looks and had learned
to focus her thoughts elsewhere.  Her concentration was so focused on the
mithril axe that she didn't notice her comrade was standing before her until
she felt his shadow block the warmth of the suns.  Zipp shook his head when
she looked up at him..

"Well?"  Dite's sun worn face wrinkled as she squinted to see his face in
the glare caused by the sun behind him.

"There should be rooms available in the Noth side of town, I'm not sure The
Den will be safe with the welcome I got."

Dite flipped the axe around with a flickof her wrist and slid it into its
scabbard on her back.  She reached her hand up towards him.  Zipp clasped
his hand in hers and pulled her upright, a bit closer to him than necessary
and Dite shivered as his warm breath carressed her cheek.


---

It had been about 10 seasons ago when they  had first met one.   A bounty
had been placed on the bandits who inhabited the plains and attacked
unsuspecting travelers.  No warrior in his right mind would pass up a chance
to make a few plat so it was inevitable that they would run into one
another.  Initially they had barely spoken, even being of the same House.
He was several seasons older than she, and if he had remembered her, it
would have been as a junior, just running errands for
the House.  They passed one another at one of the merhants who was brave
enough to live out there and had aknowledged her with a curt growl.

A few days later, she heard the sounds of fighting and followed them.   She
watched a fight of his from the distance and shot the runners with arrows
between the shoulder blades.  It wasn't until after the last bandit was
killed that Dite realized he was in worse condition than he had led on and
spent nearly an hour bandaging his wounds.  The camp had a bear on the spit
and though she would never admit to it, she was a good enough cook to make
it into a rather nice meal using some of the beer found in one of the tents.
They didn't speak to one another.  There was no need, he was a brother Wolf
and that was all that mattered, she was certain that given the chance, Zipp
would do the same for her.

Dite had gone off the get wood for the fire so it would last them until the
morning.  It would give them warmth and offer some protection, especially
with the dangers that lurked in the plains at night.  She came back to the
camp with what was once a small tree and built up the fire, averting her
gaze from his looting of the corpses.  She sat down on the ground and leaned
back on her hands, letting the fire warm her face. After several minutes had
passed, she finally spoke.  "Dite."

Zipp looked up from a pack he was digging through, eyes wide at the sound
and snapped his head around looking for the source.  When he saw her there,
he chuckled, more to himself than to her and winked, "Zipp".   Then promptly
went back to his pilfering.  After several more minutes he looked
over his right shoulder at her, "Aha".  He rose and walked over to the camp,
limping on his left leg from the tight bandage and held out a thick bottle,
wrapped in rope and wax, sealing it away from the light.  "Brandy?"

He didn't have to ask twice.  She snatched the bottle and opened it using a
small throwing dagger to break apart the knot and wax.  Perhaps  she drank
more than she should have that night, perhaps he did as well.  Three empty
bottles snapped and burst in the fire, when she stood up, well more or less
fell up to her feet.  She stared at him, looking right at his eyes, but he
didn't look away.  When she umbuckled the breastplate and slid it off,
letting it fall to the ground, his look never faltered from her eyes.  The
greaves and girdle were dropped on top of the breastplate.  The plate
crashed and banged against one another.  The echoe reverberated throught the
sparse woods and he still looked at her eyes.  She wet her lips with her
tongue and knelt to easily unsnap the boots.  They were off before her
tongue had finished its short voyage.

It was then that he let his gaze stray from her eyes and over her body.
Dite was just short of his height, her eyes ht his nose, and her shoulders
were just short of being as wide as his.  She had tell tale scars of a
fighter on her right shoulder, and still another on her left forearm. Her
breasts were large, well large for most human women, but perfectly sized to
her body and needed no support.  Her body was obviously well conditioned.
In the dancing firelight he could see that the freckles on her cheeks and
nose moved down across her chest and shoulders.  Her waist was narrower than
his
though, narrower than most fighters, even females and her hips swelled out
slightly past her waist.  Her legs, rather long legs at that, were well
toned and he could easily see her muscles defined underneath her skin.  She
was well tanned all over, not just her face and hands like so many others
who wore armor.

It was Zipp's turn to moisten his lips and he reached down to pull off his
boots.  Dite turned from him and walked to the largest tent.  He barely had
his vambraces off before he was on his feet, cursing his bandaged knees.  He
looked up to see how far ahead she was and saw her back.  A long scar ran
from her right shoulder down to her left hip.  It was wide and obviously had
to have been painful.  He cringed for her and suddenly felt guilty for
grumbling about a minor wound to his thigh.  By the time he made it to the
tent, he left a trail of plate armor from the point where they were sitting.
Under normal circumstances, he would have set up his armor against a tree
and polished it, but this was definitely not a normal way to make camp for
the night..

He pushed the flap of the tent open and gaped.  She still had her back to
him and was bent over arranging the bedding.  He looked at quite possibly
the most amazing sight he had ever seen.  If Dite knew he was there, she
didn't let on, and he slid silently behind her, resting his hands on her
hips.  She stood slowly, stretched and simultaneously pressed her hips back
against him.  He mummured
something aboud Kez and his fingers dug into the flesh on her hips.  She
pried his hands from her body and turned around to face him.  She first
kissed his neck, flicking the tip of her tongue against his throat in
between each kiss.  Then, she moved to his shoulder.  Dite added nibbles,
and Zipp
grabbed her back, rubbing the muscles.  She winced, and he remembed the
scar.

Zipp gently pushed her away and took ahold of her hands.  Moving clumsily to
sit on the floor he pulled her down in front of him, so that he was looking
at her back.  He dragged finger along the scar, barely touching it.  He
leaned to her shoulder and kissed the top of the discolored and puckered
skin.  Dite twisted and looked back to him and offered a half smile.  "Not
very attractive is it?"

He kissed her lips, quieting her.  When he pulled away,  he spoke before she
could say anything else.  "The scar ain't you, baby," and kissed her again.
She turned around and  faced him, reciprocated by kissing him back.. Dite
wrapped her arms around his neck and arranged her legs so that she was
straddling his lap.  She could feel his hardness press against her moistness
and rocked her hips back and forth just slightly.

They continued to kiss one another, while their hands began exploring each
others' bodies.  Zipp made a point to stay away from the scar, but his hands
still traced to contours of the muscles along her back.  He was the first to
break their kiss.  She leaned back to look at his face, not intending to
cause him to enter her just slightly, but he did.  She closed her eyes and
they moaned softly in unison.  He kept one hand around her waist, but with
his left hand, he traced the curves of her lips with his thumb.  She kissed
the fleshy pad and opened her eyes.  Dite smiled at him.  It was subtle and
almsot forlorn, but he didn't comment.

Zipp rose to a bit to his knees, and still keeping himself just inside of
her welcoming warmth, managed to drop her gently to gently to the ground.
Slowly, he pushed the rest of the way into her, and she helped him by
lifting her bottom off the ground.  Dite's arms were still wrapped around
his neck and she used them to pull him even deeper inside of her.  He closed
his eyes and sighed from feeling her tightness embrace his hard shaft.

Dite arched her neck and pressed her lips against his lips for yet another
kiss.  His returned it with more force nearly trying to suck her breath from
her lungs.  She held on to him and pulled his body tighter and closer
against hers.  Slowly and with reluctance he pulled out of her, just barely
keeping himself inside of her.  He pushed back into her, and again she
lifted her bottom to meet his gentle thrust.  The repeated the choreography,
a slow, gentle rocking, pulling apart and then pushing back to meet one
another.

The kiss continued well into their love making.  Eventually Zipp pulled away
and trailed kisses down her neck and chest to her shoulder and finally her
breasts.  Their hips continued with the simplifed dance, and his lips began
one of their own.  He kissed his way around her right breast,  First kissing
where the swell just meets her body.  Tenderly he moved his lips along the
crease underneath her breast.  He used his tongue to trail a straight line
from the base of her breast to her nipple.  His lips wrapped around her
nibble and softly crassed it.  She pressed her shoulders down and lifted her
chest up to his mouth.  Her hands moved to his shoulder and she began to
massage them.

His thrustings became stronger and more intense and she met each one.  With
a gentle bite he puuled his mouth away from her right breast and shifted to
kiss her left nipple.   Zipp pressed down on his hands and pushed himself
up, using the new found leverage to push himself deeper and bit harder into
her.  Dite's back arched and she dragged her hands down his back to his
hips, urging him onward.  She placed her feet flat on the ground and bent
her knees, opening herself up to him even more.  He could feel her wettness
tighten around his hardness and he redoubled his efforts.

He glanced down and could see the muscles in her thights tighten and start
to tremble.  She could feel his body grown tense and see the muscles in his
face contract.  Zipp looked down at her face, his eyes questioning her.
Dite nodded her assent and her lips smiled one of no worries.

He pressed down on his hands and arched his back, pushing as hard and as
deep as he could into her wetness  She responded by wrapping her arms around
him, holding on tightly to him.  He felt her warmth tighten and contract
around him and listened to her moan turn to a scream of pleasure and
released his control.  For one brief instant they touched deep within
themsleves.  Zipp collapsed on top of Dite and held her while rolling to his
back and keeping her on top of  him.  He wrapped his arms around her and
tenderly kissed her lips.

They fell asleep with no words, Zipp still holding onto Dite and Dite
holding onto Zipp.

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