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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Inverness - Celebration (7/11) (FF, fantasy)
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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Inverness is a land of magic. We all live there, in some sense.

This story is the continuation of "Magical Encounters" 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 VII - Celebration

Crimson Dragon

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(c) Copyright February 2001 - All Rights Reserved

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The room had darkened considerably when a soft tapping at the door
disturbed her.  She opened her eyes, feeling Sondra stir and roll away
from her shoulder.  Pins and needles pricked at her arm as the nerves
there reanimated.  A cry nearly escaped her lips, but she managed to
stifle it.

She sensed, rather than saw, Mercury rise from the bed beside her,
swinging her bare legs to the floor.  Mercury recoiled a little with a
hiss as her bare feet touched the stone.

"Going to be cool tonight," Mercury muttered.

Alison reached for the down coverlet and pulled it over herself,
snuggling beneath.  She tucked the edge around Sondra who snuffled,
but didn't completely wake.

Mercury didn't bother to bend for her jeans or blouse, but slowly
unbolted the heavy oaken door, peering around it.

"Crimson," she whispered, opening the door wide.

Alison's eyes widened as the tall man pecked Mercury's cheek and
slipped into the room.  A tall, dusty blonde woman, dressed in a white
tunic, but barefoot, followed the creature in.  The woman shifted her
weight from foot to foot, as if her feet were cold, but she leaned
forward to give Mercury a full embrace and a lingering kiss.  The
women whispered for a minute, and then Mercury twirled quickly
stepping to where Sondra slept.

Sondra's eyes fluttered open as Mercury gently shook her shoulder. 
She rubbed at her eyes slowly, and stretched like a cat.

"I was sleeping," she mumbled.

Mercury tugged insistently at Sondra's arm, coaxing the girl into a
sitting position.  The coverlet fell from her chest.  As usual, Sondra
didn't mind the exposure, but merely yawned and stretched again,
oblivious to the male presence in the room.

"It's cold," Sondra complained, wrapping her arms around herself. 
Even Alison could see that Sondra was cold.

"You'll be warmer soon."  Mercury turned to Alison who remained curled
up under the covers.  Mercury whispered to Alison, "Sondra and I are
going to take another quick shower with Janey, okay?"

"You're leaving?"

Mercury shook her head and leaned over Sondra, who lightly protested. 
Mercury brushed at Alison's cheek with her lips.

"We'll be back, soon.  Promise."

She straightened, and waited impatiently for Sondra to rise, her arms
crossed under her breasts.

Alison pulled the covers up to her chin and sighed as the other girls
padded out of the room.  The door closed with a quiet click, leaving
her alone with the Dragon.

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

A faint blue aura surrounded the creature as he lightly moved around
the room.  She saw no matches, but as he passed a hand over the
candles, they lit as if by magic.  The candles didn't shed much
luminance, but the flickering of the light seemed to warm the room. 
The Dragon settled into the chair formerly occupied by Mercury,
sitting as she had, elbows resting easily on the window ledge.  He
gazed outwards, but seemed to be looking further than Mercury had,
seeing something beyond the realm of mortals.

"They are beginning to gather," he whispered.

Alison shivered and closed her eyes.  Her mind awhirl, she visualised
Mercury sitting cross-legged in front of her, her lips moving,
"Crimson isn't available."

She sighed and opened her eyes.

"The offer is still open," she spoke quietly across the distance from
the bed to the chair.  The Dragon shifted slightly, turning his frame
toward the girl who remained under the covers.  He took a deep breath,
a vast weight pressing onto his shoulders.  His words were kind, and
almost apologetic.  He had understood her offer.

"You honour me, m'lady.  But you know that I am merely the messenger,
the chauffeur."  His words echoed a time that she could barely
remember.  A pang of homesickness briefly welled through her.

Deliberately, she pushed the covers down, away from the base of her
throat, her eyes never leaving his.  Her nipples crinkled as the
cooler air of the room caressed them.  His eyes never wavered from her
face.

"You created this place, didn't you?"

The Dragon leaned back into the depths of the chair.  She could see
the shimmering of his form tripping from soft female curves, to
glistening scales, and back to the hard masculinity that he embodied. 
It didn't take her aback as it had the first time she'd seen it.

"Partly.  I created some of it."

"You control it."

"Partly."

"Who else?"

"Many.  Few."  The Dragon paused for a moment.  "You."

She thought about that for a moment, had to fight the desire to pull
the covers back over her breasts.  Slowly, she nodded though she
didn't completely understand.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"You chose to come here.  I only gave you the means."

"You sat on my stairs in the middle of winter and gave me exactly what
I needed.  Why?  Why me?"

"Because you needed it."  The Dragon shrugged.

She sighed.  The creature was infuriatingly enigmatic.

"The offer is still good."  She felt the fingers of her left hand
lightly trace her bare breast.  She shivered.

The Dragon turned away, gazing out the window.  A light bass beat
filtered past, tickling Alison's ears.  She sighed again.

"Did you enjoy yourself?  With Mercury?" he asked her, though he spoke
to whatever lay beyond the window ledge.

Alison blushed a little.  "And Sondra.  Yes," she spoke quietly. 
Fresh hay.  Thunderstorms.  Bubbles.  Satin sheets and down coverlets.
"But I wanted one other," her eyes stared at the creature.

Crimson turned back towards her, cocking his head to the side, his
mouth turned in a small, teasing smile.

"Josh?"

She shook her head negatively, a serious expression on her face.

"M'lady," he spoke as he rose to his feet.  "Would that I could.  I am
truly sorry."  His head parted the canopy, his lips brushing at her
cheek, easing the rejection.

"Why?" she asked simply.

He brushed her cheek again, a fire burning where he had touched her. 
"Lady Alison, you know why."

She nodded.  She supposed that she did.

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

The floor was cold against her bare feet.  The candles flickered
against her curves as she stood easily, one hand resting upon the
canopy support.  Her nipples ached.

Crimson regarded her with a little more interest as she bent to pick
up her blue jeans, where they had been discarded in the early
afternoon.  Her blouse, she plucked from atop the canopy.

Clutching her clothing in front of her breasts, she glanced back at
the Dragon, allowing a small smile of satisfaction to creep into her
features.  The man wasn't dead, at least.  She'd caught an
appreciative glance as she'd bent to retrieve the jeans.

"One last chance."  She didn't really expect a positive answer, and
wasn't disappointed when he again shook his head.  She bent to slip
the jeans over her bare foot.

"Alison."

His words stopped her with the jeans midway up her calf.  She raised
her head to look at him again, her eyes silently questioning.  A
shiver passed through her thighs.

"Don't dress, yet.  Please?"

She considered for a moment, then lowered the jeans back to the floor
and lightly stepped out of them.  Suddenly, she felt self-conscious
being the only one naked in the room.  Her arms desperately wanted to
cover her; she willed her arms to remain awkwardly at her sides.

"Changed your mind?"  The creature smiled indulgently at her.  And she
sighed again.  "I suppose not.  Why did you want me unclothed, then? 
It's nippy in here, in case you hadn't noticed."  She glanced down
pointedly at her nipples.

He nodded.  "Indulge me."

She shrugged and waited.  He watched her for a moment, then waved his
hand towards her, speaking in ancient tongue.

The dress hadn't pulled over her head, or slid up her body, but rather
it was simply there, suddenly encasing her bare body.  It was midnight
black, fitting her curves perfectly.  Her shoulders remained bare, the
light fabric swirling around her ankles.  She turned slowly.

"Do I have to be home by midnight?" she asked quietly.

The Dragon laughed kindly.  "You certainly do not.  Indeed, you don't
have to wear it, if you don't want to."

"I'm not sure I want to go naked."

"You look nice naked, but I meant..."  And he pointed to her old
jeans, and blouse, which lay still crumpled at her feet.

He rose to his feet, crossing the distance between them swiftly.  She
held her breath as he kissed her lips.  She kissed back, and then his
lips were gone.  Throbs pulsed through her body.  She opened her eyes;
he was standing with his back against the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm late for the library gathering.  I have to collect a Queen that
will not be, and prepare for the celebration."

She'd nearly forgotten about the celebration.

"I'll see you there?" she asked quietly.

He nodded with a huge smile.  "I guarantee it."

As he opened the door, she suddenly remembered.

"Crimson?" she called out.

He turned under the doorframe.

"Glass slippers.  You forgot to give me shoes."

The creature flashed her a knowing smile and turned back into the
hallway.  She watched barefoot, as the door snicked shut behind him.

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

The chair was as comfortable as it looked.  She sighed as she lowered
her body into it, leaning forward to gaze out the window into the
early evening.  Her bare toes brushed at the cold stone of the floor,
the edge of the gown pooling at her calves.

The sky hadn't completely lost the faint glow of sunset, but the
traces of luminance would disappear in the next few minutes.  Tracers
of pink and mauve streaked the sky, chasing one another across the
heavens.  She idly regretted the view she'd missed, and that Mercury
had witnessed earlier.  The sunset would have been spectacular.

The forest spread out below the window, dark and green, stretching
from the edge of the darkened moat to the horizon.  She could hear
sounds filtering through the air, faint but audible.  An underlying
bass beat, something almost techno, appeared to be issuing from
somewhere in the forest.  The occasional soft laugh and the steady
drone of conversation reached her ears.

Once in a while, bright flashes of white light emerged from below the
trees.

In the fading light, she watched as small groups of people trickled
across the drawbridge and along the path into the forest.  She
couldn't determine if they were clothed, or unclothed, but their
excited voices touched her.  Her heart began to beat faster in nervous
anticipation.

She heard the door creak, but she didn't turn to see who it was.  Only
Mercury, or Sondra, would enter her sanctuary without knocking.  One
set of bare feet padded towards the bed, while one approached her
chair.  The unmistakable sounds of clothing slipping over skin reached
her ears from the other side of the room.  Alison peered out into the
darkness, ignoring the flashing from the forest floor, straining to
see whatever Mercury and Crimson had seen so very far away.  The last
of the streamers of light faded from the sky above.  She sighed.

Fingers slipped through her hair, pulling gently at the few tangles
that remained there.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Is it real?" Alison whispered.  She tilted her head slightly. 
Mercury's fingers continued their slow cadence through her hair.

Mercury pursed her lips.  "It's magic."

Alison remained silent.  Soft blue lights glowed beneath the moat
waters, throwing tendrils of luminance across the stone of the castle.

Mercury kissed the top of Alison's head gently.

"She didn't, did she?"

Alison shook her head, suddenly feeling like crying.  Mercury kissed
her head once more.  No I-told-you-so.  No recriminations.

"There is only one," Mercury whispered.

The girls remained silent, even after Sondra joined them, her lips
brushing quickly at Alison's.

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



(c) (2001) Crimson Dragon

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


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This story carries the codes: (FF, fantasy)

The code, "FF," means that two adult women have sex with each other.
The other code "fantasy," means that the story takes place in a
fantasy-type realm -- and as far as I know, it isn't a standard code,
or at least it's one with various meanings.

These story codes may be used, in general, to help you decide what
other stories that you might want to read. While the codes don't
necessarily conform to my particular style or writing, and don't
necessarily reflect what my stories encompass -- I use them rather
loosely to code my stories, for obvious reasons -- they may be useful
for choosing other stories with a particular theme. You really ought
to check out the following for a more complete explanation:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm
The Story-Code FAQ for readers.

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