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Subject: {ASSM} Ebony in The Jewel of Desire - an Eros Shared World story (MF, fantasy, erossw, magic, naked, exhib, voy, cons)
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Title: Ebony in The Jewel of Desire - an Eros Shared World 
story (7633 words)
Author: Tenyari
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Eros Shared World
Keywords: MF, fantasy, erossw, magic, naked, exhib, voy, cons
Summary: Ebon skinned thief Ebony attempts to steal the 
jewel of desire to take her home, but the seeming end of 
her adventures is only the beginning.
Copyright: May 29, 2008 - all rights reversed.

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This is part of an experiment to create an erotic
shared fantasy world themed around public nudity and
swords & sorcery adventure.
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   In the mist filled dusk, holding her hands against the 
wall of a wooden building on a hilly backstreet of the port 
city of Kumatos along the great western shore, Ebony had no 
idea who the man ramming his cock into her cunt from behind 
was. Nor to be honest, did she really give a dam.

   "Oh yeah, fuck me harder!" she cried out. That was 
abut the limit of her concerns in that moment. She looked 
back over her shoulder. It was her first look at him to be 
honest. Less than a minute ago she'd been standing there 
minding her own business, mentally preparing for the final 
moment of three long years of travel across the islands of 
Eros. Three long years all for this night, all to find a 
way home, back to a place she could no longer remember.

   All she knew was that it wasn't here, not Eros. She 
was an Outsider, as her lack of memory suggested and 
countless mages had been keen to point out. Apparently it 
made her an ideal fuck - mages sought her out for the 
charge fucking an Outsider could give.

   But this man was no mage, just another sailor with a 
good thick cock needing an available pussy. He'd walked up 
from behind as she'd been bent over strapping her knives 
into her garters, spread her ass cheeks, and quietly slid 
his dick right into her cunt without a word between them.

   But that was Eros for her. The first time that 
happened to her had been quite a shock. People here rarely 
asked for the fuck, if you didn't want it you just pushed 
them out of your cunt or slid them off your dick and they'd 
move on for the next available thrill. Sex was such a 
normal part of the way things were here, nobody thought 
anything of it.

   An exotic beauty like Ebony was always in high demand, 
with her tall graceful athletic body, dark mahogany skin, 
and bleach blond hair kept into pigtails. Add to this a 
nice inviting pink clit nearly always poking out from 
between her bare nether lips. Even more so after she'd had 
the hood pierced with a charming little golden loop to 
match the ones in the prominent nipples crowning her small 
teats. Like everyone else in Eros, Ebony wore little more 
than her birthday suit. Just two garters on each leg with 
knives in them, the piercings and the hairbands, and a 
small coin pouch on the garter of her right thigh. 
Otherwise, from head toetip, she was a naked beauty with 
come hither pink eyes and pouty fuck-me mouth.

   Ebony rarely got more than a few blocks in any town on 
the Western Shore without being fucked or fondled or both.

   So it really didn't matter who the sailor was, he 
didn't look all that much different from any of the other 
tan skinned locals; human, average height, strong muscles, 
rough hands from a life or work, tattoos denoting his class 
and profession, the smell of today's catch in his brown 
scraggy hair, and, most important to Ebony, a nice long 
thick and welcomingly hard cock. Even better, one that was 
presently ramming itself into her pussy at a good 
satisfying pace.

   "Uh!" He grunted, shook and held himself, and the shot 
his load into her.

   "Oh darn it honey," Ebony said. He'd come a little 
sooner than she'd have liked. The men here didn't last as 
long as the islanders. She was too exotic for them here. 
They fucked her more often, but rarely lasted long enough 
for her to cum.

   At least this one had the decency to reach down and 
frig her fast and furiously, three fingers to the hilt, 
until she gave out her soft and high pitched gasp of 
relief. "Oh, oh oh..." she called out, steadying herself.

   The sailor moved on, his dick soft and satiated. Even 
limp, it was at least two hand lengths long. If she wasn't 
leaving tonight, she might have tried to remember his face. 
Always good to know which men will make sure you get to 
cum. Now he was lost in the small crowd of people going to 
and fro. People who had barely stopped to care at the sight 
of him fucking her on the street like that.

   "I've been in town too long," she thought. On her 
first night in the city, walking off the docks with her 
looks, it had been an orgy of cocks after her and a crowd 
of onlookers in the inn she'd picked to stay in. Everyone 
wanting to see the ebon skinned girl get fucked. As if the 
sight of a cock pulling back those pink lips from her dark 
skin was really all that different from the local girls 
they'd laid out beside her to compare.

   Ebony turned from the wall and made her way up the 
hill. Her notoriety in this town would only make the task 
all that much more difficult. How exactly do you sneak into 
the largest temple in the city and steal the Jewel of 
Desire off its central alter in a place where you couldn't 
blend in with anyone and half the town must've been up your 
cunt by now?

   The answer was to wait for nightfall. At least by then 
she'd have a prayer of a chance. And if all else failed, 
she had a tiny flask in her coin purse given to her by a 
sea witch for the price of a little tongue on clit action. 
It held the witch's nether juices, mixed with her spit, and 
was said to be just enough to conceal her presence for a 
few short minutes.

   As full on night approached, Ebony made her way to the 
temple square. Some random coastal god of fishing. The 
statute outside looked like a merman with an obscenely 
large prick upon which many a local maiden would plant 
herself for good luck. One such young lass was at it as 
Ebony approached, furiously rubbing her clit to assist the 
cold stone in getting her off. For the luck to really work, 
you needed to ride the stone prick long enough to cum, or 
so the town priests claimed in their sermons. One of them 
was chanting a blessing as the busy girl busied her mouth 
with his dick.

   Religion was just something Ebony didn't get. She'd 
seen mages who could work their charms just as with it as 
without. But it made the masses happy. Ebony fell in with 
that lot that claimed the gods were dead or at least too 
busy getting off in some netherworld to pay attention to 
the mortals. But then, in her travels, she'd seen more 
definitions of who or what the gods were than she could 
count.

   Still, she took a coin from her purse, washed it in 
the fountain, put it in her pussy, and then tossed it into 
the basket shaped net held in the fishing god statue's left 
hand. All the while surveying the grounds. Like she'd done 
the night before and the night before that.

   Not that the building had changed. A central dome with 
towers on three ends in a triangle and archways leading 
inside between them. Ebony knew that as night fell the high 
priestess of the temple would take the jewel she sought 
into her cunt and after an orgy with the evening flock, 
carry it into the northern tower. Ebony assumed it would 
then go to rest at the top of the tower, based on the 
scrying of the last witch of the islands who'd told her to 
come here.

   She knew that she herself had to take the egg shaped 
Jewel of Desire into her cunt and fuck a stranger without 
him knowing it was there, and as his jism shot into her, 
she was be whisked away to whence she'd come. The sages had 
been very clear to her on this point over the past three 
years. Every oracle who'd spread her open and glanced up 
her canal had claimed to see it written as if in plain 
broad brush strokes, not that she'd seen anything herself 
squatting in front of a mirror.

   Ebony sat and watched as the faithful gathered in the 
central room of the temple on cushions and pillows and 
began to fondle each other. She spread her legs for a woman 
with questing lips and let the energies take her body, all 
the while working to keep her senses sharp.

   The priestess arrived, chanting away in that babbling 
tongue the overly religious resorted to. A few pixies 
darted about, attracted by the magical energy and 
performing aerial fuck stunts for the crowd below. The 
woman sucking on her cunt was being gently plowed by a man 
even more exotic than Ebony, a Faun, goat legs and all. She 
hadn't seen many non-humans in this town before tonight, 
just the odd gnome or goblin.

   The priestess took the egg-shaped Jewel of Desire out 
from a belly socket of a naga statue in the center of the 
room and placed it within herself. Ebony noticed the moon 
shaped pubes above the woman's crotch. Only mages had pubic 
hair in Eros, everyone else was bald - cock or cunt. Ebony 
had never quite mastered the different shapes mage pubes 
came in. A half moon, pointing down, for a West Continent 
mage... what exactly did it mean?

   The fist sized egg shaped jewel went in smoothly, but 
seeing its size, Ebony had her doubts any man would fail to 
notice it within her. "I'd have to fuck a pixie," she 
thought. The men among the flock began to line up around 
the priestess, who laid herself out on a cushioned 
platform. Each man seemed to give a particularized number 
of thrusts into her cunt before pulling out and joined the 
writhing masses scattered around the platform. As they did 
a steady glow accumulated around the priestess.

   Ebony wasn't very partial to mage work, but leaving 
now would call undo attention, so let a pair of men take 
their turns in her ass and cunt as she tried to pay 
attention. After a good number of minutes and an stream of 
men and women having their way with her, Ebony felt a 
pulsing energy run through her - it felt of the sea, both 
refreshing and salty at the same time. Then the priestess, 
looking somewhat haggard and used, and coated in jism from 
top to bottom, rose up and left the room, singing a strange 
haunting chant like a woman's voice carried on a windy 
breeze.

   Ebony felt a brief pang of guilt, knowing she'd soon 
be denying these people their most sacred relic. This was 
land that should have long ago been swept away in a coast 
storm, much as often happened up and down the coast of 
these shores. If she had to wager a guess, that nightly 
ritual was the only thing saving these people from the fate 
shared by the animals living in the wetlands around them.

   She made her way outside, lingering behind the temple 
crowd. On reflection she noticed it was smaller than it had 
seemed, maybe only twenty or thirty people. More than 
likely most of them men there had had at least one dip into 
her cunt, ass, or mouth. She'd not been paying them as much 
attention as the priestess, and she was sure every man and 
quite a few women had had their way with that worn down 
woman. And not everyone here was in the prime of their 
youth, though chances were none of them had even been born 
by even the priestess's 50th year, not that the woman 
looked to be a day over 20. Despite the beauty of all the 
naked flesh around her, it was still something Ebony didn't 
trust about mages - people should grow old, that was just 
how nature worked, and mages didn't. At least not for a few 
lifetimes of regular mortals. It was hard to trust someone 
old enough to have buggered your grandmother with her wand 
when she herself was already, or at least should have 
already, been an old maid.

   The crowd thinned, the lust for sex sated for the time 
being, even Ebony was left to herself to wander the temple 
grounds. She took it as an opportunity to examine the tower 
she knew she needed to breach. No door, nothing. On past 
nights she'd seen the priestess simply walk through the 
wall as it briefly spread itself apart like sand blowing 
away in the wind, only to reform behind her. Ebony's only 
hope was a good five stories up a straight tower; four 
windows. One for each cardinal point. Thankfully the wall 
was not so shear as it seemed close up, there were small 
foot and hand holds. Probably not enough to support a man's 
bulk, but Ebony had a lithe frame and a lot of experience 
at this sort of thing. Scaling walls that is. She'd had few 
skills upon first waking up in the world of Eros. In a land 
as sexed up as this place, getting buggered for coin wasn't 
a real option. A man would pay for a bath maiden or a 
massage girl, but only if she was actually good at those 
tasks, the sex he could get anywhere, and teach any such 
maiden to perform to taste. With her gymnast's body, Ebony 
was built for one of two things, mercenary work, or scaling 
walls to get things one person wanted but another had. And 
she didn't much care for killing, even if she'd learned to 
do her share. Not every wall could be scaled in perfect 
quiet after all.

   The last of the gathering was gone, and Ebony had used 
her time well. With her dark skin and the4 momentary 
reprieve from sex hungry cocks she'd faded into the foliage 
around the tower. Now she sat crouched before the stones at 
its base, waiting for the moon to take leave of her 
presence behind the hills east of town and gently coaxing 
her fingers through her pussy in anticipation of the 
night's adventure. It wasn't desire for yet another sexing, 
but a simple case of calming nerves with the gesture she'd 
picked up from so many other women in her travels.

   As the moon dropped away she took a small box from her 
purse and applied a black lotion to her lips, above and 
below, to hide the flash of pink. She then combed charcoal 
into her blond locks to gray them out as much as possible. 
Next came tiny little claws out of her purse and fixed them 
onto the bottom of her toes and tips of her fingers. While 
many in the West wore shoes or sandals, Ebony had long 
since taken to the Islander practice of bare feet. If your 
profession is scaling walls not meant to be scaled, it can 
help to have access to well trained toes.

   Ebony gave one last look at the scene around her, 
taking in the tower in front of her, the garden behind her 
and the bushes she was hiding in, as well as the now empty 
square with the phallic fish god and the empty temple who's 
wide arches still lay open to a bare room inside, acolytes 
having long since cleared away the cushions and pillows 
that had surrounded the priestess' platform.

   She steadied her nerves. This was always the worst 
part, right before the action. This was where mistakes were 
made. A deep breath. The Islander custom of tapping her 
clit for luck, careful not to poke herself with her 
climbing claws.

   Ebony leapt forward in a burst of motion. Three long 
strides and a powerful leap, she took hold of the tower 
wall and began to climb. She wanted to be above eye level 
as quickly as possibly. She'd chosen the north eastern 
side, semi facing the hills and the down into a series of 
walled estates. The people there were the sort who felt 
smug enough not to be gazing dreamingly about and secure 
enough to lock themselves away in their compounds. There 
was no perfect angle to hide from prying eyes, but this was 
the best of possible choices. She would have to hope her 
dark brown skin would match the stones well enough to 
finish the job.

   After a good story's worth of climbing Ebony slowed 
her pace to a careful crawl, taking in and remembering each 
foot and handhold for the journey down. Some climbers would 
have preferred a long rope and a crossbow to shoot up a 
grappling hook, but Ebony had seen firsthand companions 
fall prey to the alert that might set off to anyone waiting 
above. Much better to sneak up and surprise anyone or 
anything laying in wait at the top.

   Five storys up a rounded tower wall is not fast 
business. Ebony was glad this wasn't insect mating season. 
She'd done that before, once, in the south near the 
hotlands. Climbing a city wall with her back to the boiling 
desert heat, so hot she imagined seeing the glass sands 
where nothing lived. She knew that was too far away, that 
only a mage could get close enough to actually see the 
place where the ground had melted and fused to glass, but 
it was the joke in that city state, on days when it just 
got too hot to bear, so hot even a fuck was hard to come 
by. And the bugs, getting under her skin or worse, on an 
hour long climb. All to get some piece of paper a fast 
merchant wanted to read and then toss into a fire, before 
sucking on her tits until he fell asleep on her with his 
cock still buried to the hilt and that weight of his belly 
pressing her down while the bugs continued to taste her in 
rude places and his jism slowly oozed out.

   This was another one of those long climbs. Ebony had 
long ago learned caution was better than speed, even when 
you were worried about getting spotted. People didn't tend 
to shoot you off the wall, so much as make you get down and 
explain yourself. You could get out of something like that, 
one way or another, you could save your skin. But a fall, 
that had been the final end of a few past partnerships

   The top. She held herself just under the lip of a 
window waiting for a sound. There was a soft light up 
there, this would be the most dangerous part of the trip. 
Anyone on this side of the city looking her way would spot 
her the moment she raised up. There was nothing she could 
do about that but accept it and hope for chance. But for 
anything on the other side of that window, careful 
perception would save her having to kill.

   Not a sound. A hand went up, over the lip, then 
another. Ebony pulled herself up and flipped her naked body 
into the room beyond with cat like grace and perfect 
silence. Another reason she went barefoot. No thudding 
footfall. She look around, taking in her surroundings and 
instinctively crouching into an action pose, ready to 
unleash the flurry of her knives.

   She'd struck gold. The room was a simple round affair 
with four windows and a trapdoor just to her left. The door 
was grated and she could see spiral steps below her. Best 
of all however, was another naga statue matching the one in 
the temple, and resting in its belly, as if the egg of an 
actual naga woman - and Ebony had been sexed up by enough 
to know the artist had his anatomy down pat - was the Jewel 
of Desire.

   "Any flying thief could take this thing," she silently 
mused. She guessed maybe four pixies with a net between 
them could run off with it. The size of her fist, maybe a 
little less, but probably heavy for the little creatures. 
She hadn't seen any of the other flying races in her short 
time on the Western Shore.

   A sound, from below, someone on the stairs 
approaching. What to do? Jumping out the window was too 
dangerous, not enough time to get a good hold below the 
lip, and anything higher and she'd be obvious to all but 
the stupid. Quickly she reached for her purse. Maybe she 
could avoid a kill.

   Soft giggling and a sigh, as a man's hand pushed open 
the trapdoor. A youthful woman with large swaying breasts 
came up from below, swaying her rounded hips and giggling. 
She was naked but for a silken belt about her waist with 
colored scarves on her right and left hip. She looked 
straight to the spot where Ebony stood with large lusty 
emerald green eyes, and then smiled as she looked back down 
the stairs. "We're alone, Jaza," she said. "My poor little 
pussy wants to learn all about the stars."

   The man ascended, glancing about the room. "Not as 
alone as you think, little Meyani." Ebony, standing not two 
feet from Meyani, mentally imagine the leap that would send 
the lusting maiden to her death out the far window, and how 
she would manage to spin kick Jaza before he caught wind.

   But Jaza never looked her way, instead he focused on 
the Naga. "See the jewel? High priestess Neshali puts it 
here after the calming of the winds prayer. If you touch 
the jewel or the statue, and we'd both be dead in minutes."

   Meyani drew in a sharp breath. "Its charmed? But how?"

   "Neshali's great grandmother bound the spirit of the 
Naga pirate queen that once raided these shores into this 
statue after the townsfolk captured. She will kill anyone 
but a descendant of her captor who tries to take her egg; 
the jewel, or touch her form.

   "But I touch the Naga in the temple every morning 
during Maiden's rite?" Meyani said, looking at the statue 
in fear. Ebony noted her hardened nipples - the temple 
maiden wasn't just fearful. And certainly, Jaza's hard cock 
spoke well to his primary interests.

   "That's just harmless stone, its not charmed at all. 
You rub yourselves against it out of custom. Makes the 
townspeople happy to see us engaged in rituals, makes them 
think we're up to more than the simple charms it takes to 
guard the town and their spirits." Jaza said.

   "But Jaza, you shouldn't speak such sacrilege," Meyani 
said, lightly brushing her finger along the underside of 
his cock.

   "Nonsense, the gods care about veneration, but not 
superstition. Maiden's Rite is just to fulfill 
superstition. After your initiation, you'll learn how the 
gods are truly venerated. It takes more than simply rubbing 
your pussy along the edges of a stone naga's hips."

   Meyani glanced about, again looking right through 
Ebony. "But then, if its so dangerous up here..."

   Jaza shrugged. "Didn't you know? Neshali is my 
cousin." He reached for the naga.

   "Jaza!" Meyani almost screamed, leaping back into the 
spot Ebony had held a mere fraction of a second ago.

   "Just get to your fuck and get away," Ebony thought. 
The fluid from the vial the witch had given her was as far 
up her cunt as she could squirt it in the moment she'd had 
before they'd come up the trapdoor, and if it managed to 
drip out and onto anything else, the shadow about her would 
be gone and she'd have to kill them or face capture.

   Jaza touched the naga. It flinched, but then remained 
still. He took the egg like jewel out and said, "wanna try 
it out?" touching it to Meyani's nether lips.

   "By the gods Jaza, you gave me such a fright I'm just 
dripping... But, but that would be forbidden. Only the high 
priestess can the insert the jewel."

   "I know, I know, relax. Here," he put the jewel into a 
bowl set in the floor in front of the naga. "She's harmless 
now, and will remain so until I put the jewel back."

   Meyani turned away from Jaza and faced out the window 
Ebony had climbed in through, bending at the waist with her 
legs spread just enough apart to give a clear sight of her 
welcoming pussy. Even Ebony wanted to sink her lips into 
that. "Oh just look at the beauty of our city Jaza. I don't 
know how the sailors can ever say Simea is grander. The 
estates here... I'd love to play in those gardens."

   "I've another garden in mind for play," Jaza said, 
pressing his cock against Meyani's slit.

   "I just bet you do," Ebony thought, as she watched the 
priest sink himself into his acolyte. The woman gave a sigh 
as her male lover grunted and the two of them set about the 
business of fucking to the open sky and the view of the 
city below. "I guess I didn't need to worry about being 
spotted from below if this sort of thing is routine," Ebony 
thought.

   Ebony looked to the jewel. Now was her chance. But how 
far would she get before they noticed it was gone. Or she 
could push them both off the ledge with almost perfect ease 
right now. They were certainly distracted enough. Meyani 
was gripping the windowsill and shoving her bare bum back 
into Jaza as he thrust his cock into her from behind. She 
was glancing out to the city below, he was kneading her 
very large bosom, almost as much as a witch would tend to 
have, and smelling her hair.

   Despite the ease of sex Ebony had seen throughout 
Eros, there was still quite the abundance of hidden 
rendezvous, romantic affairs, and lusty secrets. You could 
fuck anyone nearly anywhere, but it was still better to 
have that special someone or someones and that spot that 
made it truly wonderful.

   It would be a shame to toss these two to their end in 
such a moment. Ebony was no killer, she only did that when 
she was forced to. She thought about what else she might be 
able to pull from her bag of tricks. Something the witch 
had said about the vial... about bringing others into the 
shadow to be lost for a while. Carefully, trying not to 
make a sound and not to spill a drop, she slipped a finger 
into her pussy to wet it with the combination of the 
witch's concoction and her own desire on seeing the sex act 
before her.

   Nothing. The enchantment hiding her did not break. She 
got her finger out, and still, she remained hidden. She 
wouldn't have long to act - as long as it took for that 
finger to dry. Ebony got down on the ground and slid under 
Jaza's legs, looking straight up at the sight of his dick 
sliding into Meyani's pussy in a steady lover's rhythm. If 
Ebony's guess was right, timing would be everything. She 
had to catch him on just the right stroke. Ebony carefully 
rose her finger up close and closer to the underside of 
Jaza's pumping dick.

   Her breath caught, noticing a bit of her black makeup 
smeared onto her finger. But the juice was drying, and she 
only had seconds. This new position might make some of the 
rest of it run out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass, 
and spill onto the floor. If that happened, the charm would 
break.

   There! She darted her finger up and quickly dabbed the 
underside of his cock right before he slid himself home 
once again into Meyani.

   Ebony's charm broke, she popped into viewed. Jaza 
jumped in alarm for a second noticing something big an dark 
was below him and touching his cock, but he didn't have 
time to act. He faded out, taking Meyani with him. Caught 
in a charm not of their own making, they would be bound in 
confusion for a good while. Ebony was not exactly sure. 
Either they would become unaware of their surroundings and 
fuck until exhaustion took them and they fell to the floor 
asleep, or they would be trapped into some shadow existence 
until the juices of their love making managed to dry. 
Either way could take hours. But the idea had worked, and 
they would not be harmed once it was over.

   The witch had warned her Ebony of two things. First, 
that others could follow her into hiding in the shadow if 
they were in her pussy while she was under the charm, but 
that if she brought someone with her on purpose they might 
together be lost for a spell - that the effect could make 
them as unaware of the world as the world was of them.

   The witch had told her that letting it out of her cunt 
and onto anything but herself would break her out of 
shadow. What she had guessed at, was that she might be able 
to do this and put that someone else into shadow at the 
same moment, by sending it into another willing pussy 
engaged in sex with someone other than herself without 
actually putting it there herself. A risky guess, but it 
seemed to match the riddled way the witch's magic had 
worked.

   And it turned out her guess had been right.

   Ebony looked around, noticing the jewel lying 
harmlessly in the bowel set into the floor. "Thank you, 
Jaza, for being a lusty bastard. I'm glad I don't have to 
learn how to fight a stone Naga. The real thing's tough 
enough," Ebony whispered. Though the real one, well, that 
had been in an arena in Yasar with a whole lot of gooey mud 
and dildos rather than knives. Losing that fight had been 
more fun that what the combatant before her got for 
winning, even if it did mean not getting any of the winning 
coin purse. Still, naga's could put up a serious fight and 
once that tail got around you, the tip could go just about 
anywhere and there wasn't much you could do about it other 
than enjoy the ride.

   "Stop musing, grab the jewel, and get your ass out of 
here," Ebony told herself. She casually reached down and 
picked up the jewel. There was really only one place to 
hold it, and that wasn't her coin purse. Still it was a bit 
big to put up there, and finding a man who wouldn't notice 
that thing while his cock was sliding in an out would be 
the real challenge in all of this.

   Getting down the tower was a much easier affair than 
getting up. Sometimes this was the rough part, but hazarded 
a guess that nobody would be on the stairs and that quite 
possibly, Jaza had left that magical sand door at the 
bottom open in order to make it easier for Meyani to come 
and go. With the Priestess Neshali, the door had been 
opening and closing right with the passing of her body, 
caressing her skin in sand as she went. That wouldn't work 
if you wanted to bring your fuck-bunny through.

   The guess had proved correct, and Ebony all but 
casually strolled out of the tower, taking only care to 
ensure the ground were empty before slipping out into the 
gardens, over a mini wall, and into the streets below. 
Sure, she could have strolled out through the open pathway 
at the front of the temple, but that would risk exposure 
while she was still covered in charcoal and had her black 
lipstick smearing over both sets of lips, above and below. 
That sort of thing led to questions.

   The streets were empty enough that she made it to a 
shower by the aqueducts and managed to rinse off before 
anyone saw her. Returning to her inn involved only one late 
night sailor too limp dicked to get it in. Which was 
unfortunate, because he was drunk enough that he might have 
missed the jewel and she could have been done with Eros 
right then and there.

   After three years of journey to find what she needed, 
one drunk sailor might have been all she needed to leave 
this crazy world.

   Stumbling into the common room of the inn, Ebony began 
to muse on that. Leave... and then what? What would she be 
returning to? She was an Outsider, but what sort of world 
did she come from? Was she human there? Did she still have 
her beautiful black skin and wonder blond hair? Was she 
fit, fast, limber? Did she get fucked with near constant 
abandon? Was she even naked? She'd met an Outsider once 
long ago who claimed it was possible to not be naked - she 
could barely fathom the horror of having her pussy covered. 
And what if she didn't even have a pussy, what if she was a 
man, or a really smart bug, or who knew what...

   All this struggle to leave, and yet she had no idea 
where she going, not even if she wanted to really get 
there.

   Eros had frightened her cunt dry as a rock when she 
first woke up three years past. She'd been lying naked in a 
field and the first thing that happened was a big green guy 
with sharp teeth and a huge bloody sword stood over her 
dangling a monster cock inches from her vision. His only 
words had been "this one's still alive," followed by a 
glance over his shoulder. After a good scream, she'd found 
him the charming and handsome fellow, with some amazing 
skill in the use of his dick. But still, those first 
moments... and all the bodies of people around her and that 
sword. It took some time to learn that her first thought 
that he wanted to eat her wasn't right. He didn't rather to 
eat her; so much as he had thought it a dandy idea to eat 
her out. She'd learned two things in those first few days, 
Eros was a dangerous place, but friend and foe were not as 
obvious as skin nor even species.

   Ebony carefully took the jewel out of her pussy, 
making sure to avoid being seen at what she was up too. Way 
too many nights of being buggered in her sleep, waking up 
to find a cock in one end or the other, and she knew she 
couldn't risk whatever this jewel would do for her 
happening until she was awake.

   Not if she was actually, after all of this work, 
having second thoughts about going... home... Well, she was 
starting to think this world was really home. With all its 
faults, and all its color.

   Private rooms in an inn were a luxury only the 
nobility and the mages ever saw. Nobility because well, 
they were above common folk and it wouldn't do to go sexing 
one up without knowing who they were first. Mages... well, 
it was more that nobody wanted to be caught sleeping in 
sight of a mage's spells. If was more rude -not- to fuck a 
mage given the opportunity, but well, they also often 
demanded privacy for their magical workings, and it was 
better to not be around when that stuff was up.

   So Ebony merely found a spot on the floor of the 
sleeping room, took a mat down from the shelf and unrolled 
it, and laid herself down curled up in tangled mess of men 
and women. People in Eros generally let strangers sleep 
before slipping a cock into them or otherwise trying to get 
a little morning relief going, but with Ebony's exotic 
looks in the West, men often got a little too excited to 
wait. Quite often since coming from the islands, in just 
about every port she'd been in here, she'd wake at some 
point to find a dick sliding in and out of her. If she was 
tired or in her cramps, a simple push would end it, 
otherwise it was often a pleasant way to begin a day.

   But no such opportunity came to her that night.

   Ebony awoke with a splash of ice cold water that 
burned her skin. Cold was an unusual sensation in any land 
in Eros occupied by humanity. She was chained down in a 
circular room that had the feeling of being slightly 
underground.

   Jaza was standing in front of her, his cock slightly 
slimp and glistening from recent sex. He was tossing the 
hewel from hand to hand along a glowing trail connecting 
his hands. Beside him on his right was a gnomish woman - 
eyelevel with Jaza's dick, and fresh jism splattered on her 
full sized bosom. Jaza was a freshly charged mage, the most 
dangerous kind.

   Ebony's right arm was stretched away from her body and 
held in place by tight chains. She could flex her finger 
but move no more. She didn't like what she saw when she 
looked over to it. A living naga, and the muddy sex fiend 
kind she'd fought in Yasar. This one was also female, but 
had a mean look in her eyes, and held a blue crystal 
scimitar that gave off a faint glow of its own. A mage-
forged crystal weapon.

   That could mean only one thing. This was a woman who 
could do injury that couldn't be healed. And she was 
looking at Ebony's hand.

   "An actual thief..." Jaza said. "What a novel concept. 
I suppose you have something to do with me fucking Meyani 
into exhaustion the other night?"

   "Other night?" Ebony said, it couldn't have been more 
than a few hours.

   "You've been here for a few days, thief. Don't try to 
remember, you never will. I'm afraid that's just ow the 
magic goes on that one," Jaza said.

   There was no point denying it to a mage. "How did you 
find me?" Ebony asked.

   "Shall I cut her now, or must we really play at this?" 
the naga said.

   "Relax, we have plenty of time, and I'm curious. I've 
never met an actual thief before," Jaza said. "Did you 
really think something like this could go somewhere without 
us feeling it? Smelling it, knowing where it was?"

   "I..." Ebony began. She really hadn't given that any 
thought at all. She'd just plan to insert the thing, get a 
fuck, and be gone. Ebony had been amazingly clueless about 
thinking over how the darned thing worked. It was just 
supposed to be some ancient relic from the golden age, and 
the witch's had told her it could send her home. "I... just 
needed it to go..."

   "Away? Back to the Outside you mean? Silly girl, 
there's no leaving this world, whatever gave you the 
notion?" Jaza casually intoned, flipping the jewel back and 
forth.

   "Your jewel is spoken of in the library in Yasar. The 
mages there say it holds the key to accessing the Outside," 
Ebony said. Why lie to a mage. Ebony had long ago learned 
that the game was best played by using as much truth as one 
could get away with using. Add only a minor lie around the 
edges to flip what it all added up to.

   "Yasar? The imperial city? That's half a world away, 
they know of us there?" Jaza asked. She just might have him 
now, he was starting to look actually curious.

   "Of course," Ebony said.

   "Don't lie to me, you been following fragments of 
legends haven't you, after one tiny hint in Yasar?" Jaza 
gave her a wicked grin. Ebony knew she should have followed 
her own advice, and just told him what he'd just said 
rather than trying to play to his provincial ego.

   "Yes... but its all led to that jewel, and..." Ebony 
started, but she wasn't sure where to go from there.

   "Let me guess, the classic tale, put it in your pussy, 
just as the priestesses have done for generations, and get 
fucked to have your wishes granted," Jaza said.

   "Well, almost, I had to find someone who didn't know 
the jewel was in me, even while we fucked," Ebony said.

   Jaza held up the jewel, "You'd have to have a giant's 
cunt or put a pixie's cock in you to pull that one off..."

   "Yeah well, I figured I'd get to that part after I had 
the jewel," Ebony said.

   "It wouldn't have worked you know..." Jaza said. 
"Really, a very pointless plan you see."

   "You imagine yourself wiser than the library at Yasar, 
that a relic of the golden age couldn't have such power?" 
Ebony said. If she was going to get done in, there was no 
point in not correcting him.

   "Oh no, no, no..." Jaza chuckled. "That's not it at 
all... I have every faith that the record in Yazar is quite 
correct on the matter and the sages you've dealt with in 
your journeys have been very wise to tell you what they 
did."

   "So then..." Ebony started.

   "Let you use it? No... I don't think so," Jaza stated. 
"You see, if this actually was the Jewel of Desire, it 
might just work, and there'd be no harm in that. But..." 
and he flicked his wrists, tossing the jewel into the air. 
Rather than fall, the egg shaped jewel changed form, 
becoming a seagull and flying over to peck at the palm of 
Ebony's right hand, as if she'd been holding fish there.

   "I don't understand, the magic to transform that would 
be..." Ebony started. The gnome and the naga looked from 
Jaza to Ebony and gave away smiles of barely concealed 
laughter.

   "Quite beyond mortal power, if that bird had ever been 
the Jewel of Desire. But you see, you're too late by a good 
ten generations. Ebony noticed Jaza's dick begin to rise, 
he was getting to the part of this he liked. "Many 
generations ago the ancestor of my clan, a distant 
grandmother to myself and Neshali, was locked in a terrible 
feud with her sister. This land was but a tiny fishing 
village, special only in its possession of that ancient 
relic. And the two sisters only finished their fight when 
one of them tried to use the jewel to do just what your 
legend says, and send the other to the Outside."

   The gnomish woman stepped over and began to stroke 
Jaza's dick, getting to rise to full mast. "Your ancestor 
of course," Ebony said, glancing at the seagull.

   "Not necessarily. I couldn't say which one tried to do 
it, only which one it got. Obviously, whichever of them 
survived raised a child that would be the next step of our 
clan, but her own or her sister's?" Jaza shrugged. 
"Nevertheless, the magical battle did away with one of 
them, and that one took the Jewel with her, to the Outside 
I would guess. Since that time, the village jewel has just 
been a tool to focus our magic, a simple charm applied to a 
coastal creature to bind it and give us a tool to please 
the peasants."

   Ebony stared at Jaza, he had to be kidding. "To be 
honest, I'd... well, I was having second thoughts about 
using it..." The gnome took Jaza's dick into her mouth, 
slowly bobbing up and down.

   "Not a very wise thief to steal something you have no 
intentions towards," Jaza said. He yawned and turned. The 
gome began stroking him. "Enough of this... I'm bored of 
you..." Jaza looked at the naga. The gnome pulled Jaza's 
cock out of her mouth to lick the head and underside

   For her part, the naga was practically dripping with 
anticipation. Naga scaling ended just before the genitals, 
or, put another way, they looked like oddly colored humans 
from head down to cunt or cock, but snake scales began on 
their tails down from there, and the anus was in front 
below by a hand length. This one's cunny was glistening in 
anticipation of inflicting unbearable harm and pain to 
Ebony. She'd met the sort before that reveled in cruelty. 
Rare creatures, but in Ebony's line of work you'd meet them 
from time to time. She wondered if the villagers knew this 
woman lived among them. Then she noticed something else, 
this naga bore an uncanny resemblance to the statue she'd 
taken that fake jewel from.

   Jaza flicked his hand and turned away, his dick 
bumping the gnome woman as she quickly let go and moved to 
follow him. "You're done, thief. Take her hand away now."

   Ebony winced, imagining what was only seconds away.

   The naga raised her sword, flicked out a snake like 
tongue, and flexed powerful muscles to give it her best 
shot.

   The sword began its unbearable decent towards Ebony's 
hand.

   A fleeting thought, Ebony considered, "forget the 
jewel, I should have taken that sword, just think of the 
coins I could fetch for that with an Islander witch."

   The sward was about to connect, and possibly forever 
take Ebony's right hand with it.

   Jaza turned, flicked a finger, and a flash of red 
stopped the sword cold a hair's width away from Ebony's 
wrist. "Oh... never mind that... come to think of it, I 
could use a thief. Have you ever been to the north? I'm 
sending Meyani to study there."

   The naga hissed in frustration, sheathing its sword 
angrily and slowly turning to stone.

   Ebony grinned through a bead of sweat dripping past 
her lips. She stood freely as the bonds holding her 
disappeared. Grabbing Jaza's cock and guiding it to her 
cunt she said; "As a matter of fact, I was thinking of 
going there next... I've never met a dragon before." They 
fucked fast and hard to seal the deal.


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Ebony's story is a part of the ErosSharedWorld.

Eros is:
 - a fantasy genre world.
 - It is a naked world.
 - Magic is prevalent, and comes from sex and sex energy
 - There is no difference between 'divine/arcane' magic
 - The world is mostly human, but not fully so. Others 
species should be mythic and not RPG, and not copyrighted.
 - Material held by a commercial copyright elsewhere may 
not be used.

The stories must follow some basic rules to participate:
 - Tag with the Erossw 'code' for searching.
 - All characters must be of adult age.
 - All erotic scenes in the stories must be consensual.
 - All erotic scenes must be between sentient and 
anatomically compatible creatures.
 - All fiction for the setting must be non-commercial for 
the entire story.
 - No activity within this project may be used to sell or 
promote anything for financial gain. Stories may not 
contain links to commercial sites, including commercial 
archives of further stories or newer updates.
 - Once a story is written for Eros it cannot be revoked 
for private publication elsewhere. It will always remain in 
the Eros community. World of Eros stories may never be 
sold.
 - Fanfic of outside sources brought into the Eros world is 
prohibited.

Eros stories may not feature:
 * graphic scenes of rape
 * bestiality
 * mind control for sex
 * graphic sexual assault
 * sexual content with characters not adult present in the 
scene
 * deceptively childlike characters in sexual scenes
 * scat / yellow showers
 * sexual or sexualized torture
 * sexual humiliation as a strong theme
 * sexual mutilation (normal piercing, like a nipple or 
clit ring, is allowed)

Presently Eros genre and author rules are archived at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ErosSharedWorld/
I am preparing an Eros World subsection of my asstr
site as well, as yahoo is sometimes fickle.

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Ebony - Human Female 

This character -may- be used in other Eros stories if
the guidelines below are followed.

Physical:
   An exotic beauty with a tall graceful athletic body, 
dark mahogany skin, and bleach blond hair kept into 
pigtails. Add to this a nice inviting pink clit nearly 
always poking out from between her bare nether lips, the 
hood pierced with a charming little golden loop to match 
the ones in the prominent nipples crowning her small teats. 
Ebony wore little more than her birthday suit. Just two 
garters on each leg with knives in them, the piercings and 
the hairbands, and a small coin pouch on the garter of her 
right thigh. Otherwise, from head toetip, she is a barefoot 
naked beauty with come hither pink eyes and pouty fuck-me 
mouth. 

Personality:
   Ebony has a thin moral compas. She will kill and steal 
without much guilt, but considers herself generally above 
killing. She is rather casual about having few cares beyond 
adventure and the next fuck. A classic sword and sorcery 
naked heroine, her idea of a line between good and evil is 
unclear at best. Ebony will think her plans through and 
take a careful approach to planning a job to avoid having 
to kill anyone, but often forgets some critical detail due 
to her lack of understanding of some things a native born 
person of Eros would intuit. 

Sexuality:
   Ebony is bisexual and open to any species she can see 
a general human aspect to. She would not care for centaurs, 
wolfmen, or catmen. 

Origin:
   Ebony is an Outsider, from some other world. Like most 
Outsiders she has forgotten the truth of where she came 
from and what sort of world it was. She can only remember 
that it was somewhere else. 

Social Status:
   Vagabond, Mercenary, Hireling, freewoman. She is 
without status and without wealth. Any coin she makes is 
quickly spent on high living or getting to the next 
adventure. 

Skills:
   Ebony is an potentially olympic quality gymnast, a 
master climber, and a good thief. If it is possible for a 
human being to climb, ebony can. She can pick possessions 
from people, move about with stealth, and when needed she 
is rather handy with her collection of knives. 

Companions:
   None in particular. She might adopt some for an 
adventure or two, but does not keep permanent attachments. 

Adversaries:
   Like companions, her aversaries are episodic. 

Tips:
She is best used in short 'comic book' like stories. 
Ebony goes to X 
Ebony and the X of Y 
Ebony does X 
etc... 

She is meant as an episodic short story character, like in
a sitcom - she gets her 30 mins / pages of adventure and
next episode its a different story starting with the same
setup.

Think of pulp like short fantasy stories.

-- 
Tenyari - http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tenyari/www/
Blog/Journal - http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tenyari/www/blog/blogger.html

"The ordinary standard, or 'plain meaning,' is simply the meaning of the people who did not write the document."
--- Dean Wigmore, 5 Wigmore, Evidence (2d Ed.) § 2462, p. 378.

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