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From: Crimson Dragon <dcrimsonp@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Inverness - Cleansing (6/11) (FF, fantasy)
Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 10:10:04 -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 VI - Cleansing

Crimson Dragon

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(c) Copyright February 2001 - All Rights Reserved

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The smell of peaches and damp mist touched Alison's senses as Mercury
held the heavy oak door open for her.  She stepped through, a little
self-conscious of the warm stone beneath her bare feet.  She was far
more used to 'No Shoes - No Service' signs than the more welcoming 'No
Clothes - No Problem' attitudes in Inverness.

"May I take your clothing?"

The voice belonged to a small Oriental girl seated behind a long
polished counter that reminded Alison of the bar at The Portal.  The
girl wore a simple, white tunic draped over her shoulders, though in
the humid, warm air, it clung to her small frame like a lover's
embrace.  Alison felt Mercury's presence beside her as the entrance
doorway quietly closed behind them.

"Huh?" Alison uttered in confusion.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Mercury edge around her and
approach the counter with a smile.  As Mercury walked, she shed her
blouse as if that were the most natural thing in the world to do. 
After the drawbridge, Mercury's display didn't exactly surprise
Alison.  Mercury's jeans slipped daintily over her hips, leaving her
as bare as when the girls had first met in the hayloft.  After
carefully folding her clothes, Mercury handed them to the girl behind
the counter.

"Here you go, Daphne," Mercury said as she gave the girl a smile.

The girl laughed.  "You're wearing clothes?"

Mercury muttered something under her breath, then turned to regard
Alison.

"You can't shower like that..."  Mercury began.  Alison shook her head
slowly.  Mercury grinned and continued.  "Actually, it might be
interesting to see that top plastered to your skin."

Alison slowly approached the counter, placing her hands on top of the
gleaming surface.  The girl holding Mercury's jeans and blouse smiled
gently.  "You're new here, aren't you?"

Mercury performed the introductions.  "Daphne.  Alison."  She turned
towards Alison.  "Daphne won't lose your clothes.  I promise."

"But..."

"Showers are better naked, you know."

With a sigh and a blush, Alison began to unbutton her clothing.  The
blouse slipped from her shoulders, and the jeans slipped down her legs
to pool around her ankles.  She was about to step out of them when the
interior door opened with a blast of steam.  The smell of peaches
intensified for a moment.  A naked man stepped through the doorway,
dripping water onto the grey stone of the lobby.  He shook his head,
spraying warm water.  Alison quickly slipped one arm across her
breasts, her other covering her exposed pubic region.  She flushed
bright red, could feel the heat suffusing her breasts.

A moment later, the doorway opened again, a tall, slim, nude and just
as wet woman stepping through to link arms with the man with a laugh.

"There's men in here," Alison whispered urgently towards Mercury.

Mercury glanced over her shoulder and was laughing as she turned back
around.  "Um.  Yes.  So?  It's only Mat.  And Theresa, I think."  She
tried to pry Alison's arm gently from her chest.  Alison resisted.

"Uh...naked men, naked women, what do you think will happen?"

Mercury laughed again.  "Are you the same woman that walked with me to
the castle?  You can still ask that?"

"Yeah, I wasn't naked at the time."

"You were naked with me."

"That's...different."  Her voice wavered a little.

"What's the worst thing that would happen?"

"He'll look at me."

Mercury grinned evilly.  "No, the worst thing that would happen is
this."  She raised herself up on her tiptoes and planted a moist kiss
right on Alison's lips.  Alison moaned quietly, at both the unexpected
kiss, and the touch of Mercury's bare skin against her own.

"And even if Mat did that, which he wouldn't without invitation, his
lips wouldn't hurt you any more than mine did."  With that, Mercury
turned around.  She waited for a moment, waiting for the guy to stop
kissing the naked girl he was with.

"Mat, my dear?"

Mat released Teresa, who looked none too pleased, and smiled at
Mercury, who strode purposely toward him.  They embraced quickly,
spoke a few words.  Teresa and Mercury exchanged a brief kiss.  Alison
noted that while Mat and the woman were still dripping, the water was
either absorbed or disappeared where it would have touched the stone
of the floor.  Strange.

To Alison's horror, Mercury led the couple back towards Alison, who
was still standing awkwardly protecting her modesty as best she could.

The man named Mat smiled at her.  "Mercury tells me you're new."  He
stuck out his hand towards Alison.  Alison gazed at the hand, not
removing her arms from their protective posture.  She almost glared at
the man, as if aware of his tricks.

Mat sighed.  "Still not used to Inverness, eh?  I understand.  Janey
is like you, too.  And I was a little unnerved the first time I was
here.  Not really used to this public exposure thing."  Alison relaxed
a little.  Like her earlier encounters with the Dragon, Mat's eyes
never left hers, not dropping to inspect her nearly bare body at all,
no threatening gestures.

"Glad to meet you," she mumbled.

"Mat generally introduces Solstice, with Crimson.  Holds quizzes. 
Edits strange publications," Mercury said.  She turned towards the
man.  "You are going to introduce the Solstice, aren't you?"

Mat nodded.  "At moonrise.  As usual."

"Who's the Queen?"

"You mean Teresa?"

Mercury laughed, and performed a small courtesy.  Mat's companion
nodded and smiled, but didn't say anything.  "Teresa's the Solstice
Queen?"

Mat shook his head.  "Don't know.  Maybe Janey, if Crimson can
convince her to come, and agree to lead the ceremony.  Maybe Celeste. 
Maybe Katie.  We won't know until the library."

Mercury nodded.

"Are you coming to the library this year?" Mat asked.

Mercury shook her head.  "And miss the pre-moon celebrations.  The
library is for the writers.  You know that."

"You've got an open invitation.  Even if Crimson doesn't invite you
this year, I certainly will."  The girl behind the counter handed Mat
two bundles of clothing and two towels, one of which he handed to
Teresa.  They each casually wrapped the towels around themselves.

"I know," Mercury said.  She glanced over at Alison who was still
blushing and shivering.

Mat casually waved his hand at Alison.  She didn't notice the jeans
rise, but suddenly they were again buttoned snugly at her waist, not
pooled around her ankles.  She remained topless, but her arm still
protected her breasts from view.

"I truly am glad to meet you," Mat murmured to Alison, brushing her
cheek with his lips.  The touch reminded her of Josh, and she fought
for calm.  "I hope that you'll take those jeans off before going in
there.  You'll be much more comfortable."  He tilted his head towards
the doorway.

His fingers brushed at her arms, now both crossed across her chest. 
She allowed him to press her arms away, exposing herself.  She noted
the small smile that graced Mercury's lips as her body became less
covered.  Her nipples crinkled involuntarily as they wandered into
view.

Mat's eyes never dropped from her own, even as her arms lowered.

"You aren't anything to be ashamed of," Mat murmured quietly.

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

The air was cooler here; in fact, she could feel her nipples reacting
to the cool as she followed Mercury from the steamy showers into a
wide room through large wooden doors with iron hinges and handles.  It
was quieter here, too, leaving behind the pounding of many showers and
the moans of activity from the communal shower area.

The room was furnished in red, from a thick, red carpet beneath her
bare feet, to the mirrored ceiling reflecting the carpet from below,
to the Victorian chairs placed in the corners of the room.  The chairs
were unoccupied, but the room seemed to exude a presence of some sort.

Alison dripped onto the carpet, but like the lobby floor it seemed to
dissipate the water.  Her feet weren't standing in a sopping wet
carpet.

The centre of the room was dominated by a large hot tub, full of
bubbles.  Tendrils of steam rose from its surface, inviting and warm. 
A girl, no more than twenty, rose from the mountains of bubbles like a
naked Madonna.  The bubbles covered her to the throat, her breasts, if
bare, hidden from view.  One bare foot sat propped on the side of the
tub, emerging from the bubbles.  The girl's head tilted back, eyes
closed.  At first, Alison assumed that she was asleep.

The girl's voice was cheery, inviting.

"Mercury.  Alison.  Lots of room."

Mercury smiled as she knelt beside the girl's head.  She kissed the
girl on her lips before sitting down on the edge of the tub, swinging
her legs through the bubbles.

"You were expecting us, Sondra?"

The girl raised her head, her blonde hair damp but still attractive. 
She opened her eyes.  They were a deep shade of brown.

"Have you ever missed a Solstice?"

"Before Crimson invited me."

"That doesn't count, and you know it."  Sondra's finger traced
Mercury's thigh.  Mercury motioned Alison to come and join the girls.

Alison stepped forward, seating herself beside Mercury.  The water in
the bath was far warmer than the showers had been.  Her calves and
toes sighed at the warm, intimate touch.  The bubbles smelled strongly
of peaches.

"Crimson told me you both were coming, earlier," Sondra began.  "At
least this time, Janey didn't fall on me."

Mercury looked at the girl strangely, and then shook her head.

"I don't want to know."

"One of Crimson's portals."

"Ah."

Mercury grasped Alison's hand and pulled her gently into the bubbles. 
The warm water pressed into Alison's skin.  She sighed.  There seemed
to be room for twenty in the tub.  Alison tilted her head back, in the
posture that Sondra had adopted when they'd entered.  She closed her
eyes.  Flashes of conversation, some nonsensical, touched her.

"...See-El out tracking some spammers with Anne..."

"...hayloft out at the old barn..."

"...Malinov made me flash him, too..."

"...Clementine..."

A soft laugh.

"...banquet.  Lots of mead..."

"...Celia jockeying mostly.  Crimson might perform..."

"...girls walking through the canyon..."

"...Queen...Janey..."

The voices faded.

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

Peaches.

Disoriented, she awoke to a warm sensation suffusing her body.  It was
a moment before she realised that she was still encased in bubbles,
hot water touching her intimately.  She moaned quietly.

A finger.  Then another softly stroked her bare breasts, lightly
twisting the rapidly hardening nipples under the surface of the water.
A pair of lips brushed at hers, then another, slight smells
differentiating the two women that had kissed her in quick succession.
A tongue traced the contours of her lips.

Her hands rose as if of their own volition, her fingers touching bare
breasts, midriffs, vaginal lips.

A finger traced her thigh somewhere below, caressing her calf, playing
with her toes.

A pair of fingers entered her.

A tongue, impossibly underwater, caressed her throbbing clitoris.

She cried out.

Peaches.

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

The orange glow of the setting sun lit the room like a huge bonfire,
the light flickering, and shadows elongating.

Sondra slept quietly, her head cradled in the crook of Alison's arm,
her bare skin curled up against Alison, her blonde mane still slightly
damp and smelling of peaches.  Her breath was warm and comforting
against the bare skin of Alison's right breast.

Alison turned her head, feeling her hair drag against the softness of
the pillow.  Through hazy white gauze, she could see Mercury seated
naked in one of the room's three chairs, her elbows resting on the
windowsill.  The girl seemed lost in thought.

A fresh breeze fluttered the canopy, and Sondra shifted position
slightly.

She wondered where Josh was?  What he was doing?  Did she care? 
Anymore?  She stared up at the canopy, its undulating whiteness
soothing.

The Dragon?  Where was he?  Surely he would return before the
celebration.

After four climaxes, not counting the hayloft, she didn't think that
she could be aroused ever again, her body aching pleasantly, but
satisfied.  But there it was, a low heat down below her waist.  She
could see him, seated in her armchair, so far away, curled up,
listening to her cry.  So long ago, and yet, so close.  She shifted
her position slightly, pulling her thoughts from the Dragon.

And she was surprised to realise that she was hungry.

She laid back her head and closed her eyes, sleep not encompassing
her, but the rest welcome.

Presently, she felt Mercury's slight weight settling back into the bed
beside her.

"Celeste's rain caused a spectacular sunset," Mercury murmured. 
"That's probably why she did it."

Alison nodded, opening her eyes.  The naked girl sat easily on the
side of the bed, the canopy wrapping itself around her nudity.

Mercury leaned down and brushed at Alison's lips, igniting yet another
tingle through Alison's spine.

"Are you all right?" Mercury asked quietly.

"Fine, now," Alison whispered back.

"Crimson said that you needed Inverness."

"I...I think that I did," Alison closed her eyes again.  She felt
Mercury shift to lie down on the pillow beside her.  Mercury's breath
caressed her cheek, and her fingers gently stroked the bare skin of
Alison's shoulder.

"It'll be dark soon.  The celebration will be starting."

Alison nodded.  Her free fingers reached for Mercury, who sighed as
they traced the curve of her breast.  Mercury reached up and entwined
her fingers with Alison's, stilling the touch.

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



(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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