Message-ID: <14905eli$9809011446@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado) Subject: (PJ) Dragonlance: Genesis (M/f,consent) (2/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1998083006150200.CAA05491@ladder01.news.aol.com> Dragonlance: Genesis by PJ Chapter 2 Linsha groaned softly, rolling onto her right side, enjoying the feel of clean sheets around her naked body. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking from the warm sun rays beaming in from a window on the wall facing her. Adjusting to the brightness, Linsha gazed at the Tower of High Sorcery that jutted up like a sword tip from an impaled victim. The Tower cast a dark silhouette across the otherwise glowing skyline of Palanthas. "Are you feeling better?" asked Allustria, entering the small room with a covered tray. "Aye, I'm glad the magic worked." "Magic is far more dependable than you knights would like to believe," smiled the cleric, placing her tray on a bedside table. She removed the lid, revealing steaming scrambled eggs, ham, and jelly-laden toast. "Thank the Goddess! I'm starved!" grinned Linsha, placing the tray on her lap before attacking her morning feast. "You do look thinner. Why didn't you eat better in Sanction?" "I had to keep up the pretense of a struggling sell-sword. Mercenaries usually don't have a lot of money to eat with, they spend it on ale and whores." "I wouldn't know," blushed Allustria deeply. "I wouldn't expect you to, a cleric of the Goddess and all," giggled Linsha mischievously. "Your commander wants to meet you after you've had time to eat and wash up. You're to go to the chapter house in Old City." "I will. Thank you for watching me again, Allustria." "We all serve in our own way," nodded the cleric before departing. Linsha left the Temple of the Goddess, eyeing the Tower of High Sorcery to the south warily before following the curve of a northern street as it wound to the east. She admired the Palace as she walked, its white tower gleaming in the golden sunlight. Fountains sparkled everywhere, making the air cool and soothing. Linsha took the time to bind her shoulder length red hair into a loose ponytail, letting it dangle down her armored back. She passed a foot patrol of knights when she came within sight of the chapter house, she nodded in acknowledgment of their brief salutes. The chapter house of the Solamnic Knights was a plain two story stone building with narrow windows. Linsha walked up to the building's only entrance, saluting the two knights who stood guard outside. Passing through the front door, Linsha walked by two more knights who guarded the inner entrance, turning left to enter a short hallway. At the end of the hall, Linsha entered an office with a single occupant, Commander Darach. "Linsha, I'm glad you made it back," smiled Darach, motioning the girl to sit opposite him. "What did you find out?" "Nothing in addition to what I reported before I left Sanction. The dark knight found out who I was somehow. I had to kill most of the party, but he got away." "I see. If the dark knights are searching for magical artifacts, we need to stop them. I can't spare much right now, Command thinks that Abrena is planning a major campaign in the regions surrounding Neraka. I want you to form a party and neutralize this artifact hunt. Requisition any material or personnel you think you need. I'm giving you operational commander status for the duration of the mission." "Thank you, sir," nodded Linsha gratefully. "May the Goddess watch over you and your companions," smiled Darach wearily from his desk chair. "At least finding a cleric is easy," remarked Linsha, with Allustria walking beside her. "Are you sure that this mage we're meeting is reliable." "Well, she is a White Robe, that's about as reliable a wizard as you can find on Krynn," replied Allustria with a shrug. The two young women climbed the wide marble steps of the Great Library of Palanthas, the stairway illuminated by softly glowing orbs of magic floating at even intervals. After knocking with a massive door knocker, one of the huge iron portals swung inwards on oiled hinges. "Yes?" said the young acolyte from the doorway. "We're looking for Ayarlin Luassath. She was said to be helping Master Bertrem with the restoration," replied Allustria crisply. "Ah. Please follow me," said the acolyte, closing the thick door after the two girls walked past. He motioned the girls forward with one wide sleeved arm, guiding them through the high, dimly lit, arched hallway. They passed several doorways until they reached a door at the end of the wide passage. The acolyte opened the door, entering a huge dim chamber lined with row upon row of bookshelves. The shelves were made of sturdy oak and climbed up at least ten ranks. The acolyte led them to the left, the shelves seeming to stretch into infinity. Linsha noticed that most of the shelves were empty, adorned with a heavy layer of grey dust. "The rumors are true," whispered the knight. "Yes, when Astinus disappeared, the books went with him," replied Allustria from the corner of her mouth. The trio entered an open square space amidst the shelves, where several rectangular tables rested. At the corner of the far left table, two robed scholars examined books from a small wooden crate, copying information from the spines onto wide ledgers before them. "Forgive me, Master, but two visitors have come to see Mistress Luassath," murmured the acolyte tentatively. "Return to your duties," replied one of the scholars, rising from his chair to reveal a bald head and lightly wrinkled features. "Master Bertrem," bowed Allustria respectfully. "Greetings," replied the sage, returning the young cleric's bow, hands hidden in the joined sleeves of his plain brown robe. "I shall leave you alone to converse with Mistress Luassath." The second scholar raised her face to examine her visitors, wiping a smudge of dried ink from her right cheek. Ayarlin was an elf, with long shining blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Hello, Mistress Luassath. Your order recommended you for a mission sponsored by the Knights of Solamnia. We are on a quest for ancient magics and we are in need of someone with your expertise," explained Allustria. "Where is this search taking place?" asked Ayarlin, gesturing for the two girls to sit with her. "The Desolation," answered Linsha. "Ah, the lost artifacts of Istar. If the wrong hands find items of power from those times, we could definitely have some problems." "Exactly," agreed Linsha. "Will you join us?" "Of course," smiled Ayarlin eagerly. "Teleportation will be the quickest means to the Desolation, since the dark knights have a head start on us," said Ayarlin as the three girls descended the steps of the Great Library. "I'll get the help we need from the Tower. Meet me at the edge of the Shoikan Grove tomorrow morning at sunrise." "You have access to the Black Tower?" whispered Allustria in awe. "Limited access. Its master has taken a fancy to me," smiled Ayarlin mysteriously. "We'll take your word for it. See you at sunrise," replied Linsha hastily, grabbing Allustria's arm and dragging the cleric east along the bending street. Ayarlin giggled at Linsha's discomfort, turning to gaze at the Tower as it stood implacably beneath the glittering night sky. The elf girl strode towards the imposing edifice, her slippered feet making no sound on the paved boulevard. She turned left into a wide alley between two abandoned buildings, the darkness closing over her heavily. Ayarlin stopped at the end of the alley, her heart beating rapidly from the proximity of the Shoikan Grove. "Afraid, my love?" inquired a husky male voice while delicate fingers pressed against Ayarlin's slim shoulders. "Yes," breathed the elf girl, leaning back into the firm chest of Dalamar. The dark elf traced a finger along Ayarlin's right cheek, caressing her flushed white skin. "I like it when you're afraid," whispered Dalamar into his lover's pointed ear, gently biting the graceful curve of her lobe. Ayarlin sighed deeply, her pussy growing warm with desire. Dalamar wrapped his arms around Ayarlin's slender waist, murmuring the words to teleport them to his bedchamber. In the blink of an eye, the couple appeared in a spacious room with an enormous fireplace, a four poster bed, and a paper laden table. Near the same wall as the bed was a work table adorned with beakers and jars filled with grotesque preserved creatures. A locked chest sat between bed and work table. Ayarlin walked to the fireplace, warming herself from the roaring blaze and sliding off her shoes. She rubbed her bare feet over the soft, rich fabric of the bedroom's carpet while Dalamar cleared away scrolls and books from the nearby table to summon a decanter of elvish wine and two crystal glasses. Pouring the blood red liquid, Dalamar returned to Ayarlin's side, offering her one of the drinks. Ayarlin smiled wantonly at Dalamar, untying the bosom of her robe, allowing it to fall to the carpet before taking a glass from her host. Dalamar admired the lush curves of Ayarlin's naked body, the tempting fullness of her breasts, the small batch of blonde pubic hair that surrounded her sweet pussy. The lovers drank deeply from their glasses, their eyes locked upon each other. Ayarlin moaned as the powerful wine burned down her throat, making her flesh grow hot with arousal. "How goes the restoration?" asked Dalamar, grasping the floating decanter with his left hand to fill Ayarlin's empty glass. "Slowly. Master Palin sent me with a crate of copies for Bertrem to add to the archives. Incomplete histories and herb lore, mostly," replied Ayarlin, holding out her glass for Dalamar to refill. Dalamar filled the glass to the brim, releasing the decanter to float nearby again. "Anything else of interest?" "A Knight of Solamnia and a cleric of the Goddess visited me. They want me to go with them to the Desolation, they say Knights of Takhisis are searching the coast for Istaran artifacts," said Ayarlin before drinking long from her glass. "Lost artifacts? Interesting," mused Dalamar softly. "I said that you would Teleport us to the Desolation so we could catch the dark knights faster," smiled Ayarlin, her eyes smoldering with passion. "Really? Rather presumptuous for a White Robe, isn't it?" replied Dalamar with an arched eyebrow. "I knew I could convince you to help us," grinned Ayarlin, kissing Dalamar eagerly on the mouth. The dark elf released his glass to levitate next to his lover's, returning Ayarlin's embrace with equal fervor. He fondled the elf girl's tits, his agile hands sliding beneath and around the firm mounds of warm flesh. Dalamar teased Ayarlin's nipples to hardness while stabbing her tongue with his own. "My Dalamar," moaned Ayarlin, her hands pressed against his back, her tits trembling as the dark elf squeezed them in his grip. The elves kissed again, their lips locked tightly, Ayarlin's hands running through Dalamar's long brown hair. Dalamar broke the embrace, picking up the nude elf girl and carrying her easily to the soft wide bed. The dark elf removed his own black robes as Ayarlin rubbed her bare legs together and licked her moist red lips. Dalamar climbed on top of Ayarlin, holding her arms above her head on the pillow she rested on, bending down to kiss her ravenously on the mouth. Ayarlin groaned with pleasure, pressing her thighs against the dark elf's bare ribs. Dalamar bit Ayarlin's lower lip, licking down her graceful neck to her warm shoulders. He squeezed Ayarlin's tits, forcing the nipples to prominence. The dark elf pressed his lips over Ayarlin's left breast, licking her nipple until she moaned loudly in ecstasy. He sucked on the tit, relishing the taste of the elf girl's hot skin. Ayarlin panted, her fingers entangled in her lover's thick mane. "Yes, Dalamar! Yes!" moaned Ayarlin, her cunt glistening with her juices. Dalamar pressed his right hand over the elf girl's pussy, rubbing her cunt energetically, coating his palm with her sticky honey. Ayarlin spread her thighs apart, inviting her dark elf to harvest her sensual bounty. Dalamar positioned his crotch over Ayarlin's, slowly inserting his hardened cock into her trembling pussy. The elf girl gasped as she felt her lover's pole dig into her tight vagina. "You feel so good," gasped Ayarlin, her hands squeezing Dalamar's bare shoulders while he thrust deeper into her uterus, filling her belly with his shaft. Dalamar kissed Ayarlin briefly, beginning to pump his hips rhythmically. Ayarlin grunted from each strong stab, her vagina clutching Dalamar's cock possessively. Dalamar licked the sweet perspiration gleaming over Ayarlin's breasts, he rubbed his nose in her musky cleavage. The lovers writhed together on the soft sheets, kissing each other desperately, like animals in heat. Dalamar thrust one last time, his cock smashing into the wall of Ayarlin's uterus, prompting a flood of cream to fill her empty womb. Ayarlin shuddered with bliss, her eyes shut, her lips quivering helplessly. Dalamar held Ayarlin's face in his hands, he kissed her shaking lips softly, then nuzzled her damp golden hair. The two naked elves fell asleep in each other's arms until the sun rose grandly the next morning. ********************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----