Message-ID: <21596asstr$944064601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: eriadoriii@aol.comnospam (EriadorIII) Subject: {ASSM} The Ring of Power, Part Two X-Original-Message-ID: <19991201001955.01136.00000175@ng-fy1.aol.com> Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 11:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Lambchop Foreward: the ongoing saga of a hero and his quest. Our hero has just passed out, the dying pains of a monstrous beast still echoing in his mind. Sometime in the future the curtain of darkness parted for the warrior, revealing a misty, dream-like glade. A haze had settled over his mind and he viewed the sun dappled meadow with a detached peace and a sense of joy. He had no memories of pain or anger and his body felt strong. He could hear the sounds of the glade and of the forest around it, but the noises were those of life and of peace and reached the warrior as if from a great distance. He lay in the middle of the glade and next to a small flowing stream. The trickling sounds of the spring as is flowed through the rocks echoed of another stream, but just as the memory started to come back and with it a desperate surge of fear, a soft shove, as if from a pillow wielded by soft hands, pushed the memory and the fear aside and once again enveloped the man in a wave of peace and happiness. He felt a soft hand caress his thigh and he suddenly realized that he was naked. He gazed at his body and marveled that his body seemed to be strong and undamaged and something in his brain shouted that this was wrong, but the soft haze returned and drove away that disparaging thought. The hand that caressed his thigh moved to his groin and gently stroked his manhood, which quickly became hard. The soft hand was tiny, perhaps the size of a child and was attached to an equally small arm. His eyes traced the arm upward until he met the eyes of a small girl. She was small, probably only about 4 feet tall and she was thin but not unpleasingly so. Her hair was long and brown and seemed to have twigs and leaves twined through its tresses in intricate designs. Her hair flowed around her shoulders framing small but perfectly formed breasts, each of which was topped by a small, chestnut-colored nipple. Her skin was a light brown color and was smooth as silk. The most striking part of this vision were her eyes. Her pupils were solid brown and when his eyes met hers a flowing sense of love and of lust surged through his blood. She smiled softly and whispered words to the man. He could not make out her words as they seemed to be nothing more then mumbles issued from far away, but he smiled anyway in response, not wanting to offend this beautiful creature. Her hand had continued to travel along the length of his hardended cock and when he smiled at her, her hand stopped and clutched with a soft, warm strength. She giggled in glee and she moved her mouth to his hardness. Even through the haze he could feel the heat of her breath as he tongue flicked out to touch the tip of his cock. The feeling was raspy yet exciting and urgent desire flooded his loins. She raised her head and smiled mischieviously at the man. Then she returned her gaze to his cock. She opened her mouth and enveloped the head of his manhood in her mouth. Warmth poured through his cock as she forced the head into her mouth, her raspy tongue eliciting surges of pleasure as it traced the tip of his penis. She pushed her mouth down further, swallowing more of his manhood. She could only encompass two or three inches of his cock, leaving another five or six inches exposed. Her soft hands wrapped around this remainder and, using both hands, she pumped up and down on his penis. When she had reached as deep as she could, he could feel the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat. Then she pulled her head back, gently scraping the underside of his cock with her teeth. When she reached that sensitive point just beneath the head of his manhood, the sensation that wracked his body sent a shiver up his spine. Her mouth reached the tip of his cock and then plunged back down taking him in until the head of his penis again encountered the back of her throat. She repeated this process, gaining speed and beginning to apply suction as her pace increased. The man laid back, staring into the canopy of trees that ringed the glade, reveling in the sensations of pleasure that issued from his groin. He raised his head and watched the girl as she continued to pump his cock with her mouth and her hands. He was amazed at how his cock stretched her mouth as she worked, driving deep into the girl's soft throat. He raised his arm and wound his hand through the girl's hair. It was soft yet stringy reminding him of the tiniest branches of a tree, the ones that flowed like leaves in a strong wind. He caressed the back of her head as she continued to bob up and down on his penis. Pleasure flooded his body and he could feel the onset of his orgasm. He grasped the back of her head and simultaneously thrust himself up into her mouth, driving another couple inches of his cock into her throat. He felt her gag momentarily but as it passed she joined his efforts to push more of himself down her throat. His cum boiled in his cock as he reached that point of no return. He reveled in the feelings of that moment before his cum erupted from his cock but you knew that the moment was inevitable. In this moment, a man is at his happiest and even though it was fleeting, he held as much of the feeling as possible inside him, turning it around in his mind and enjoying every moment of it. His semen spurted into her throat, the first surge containing an unexpected rush of strength, catching the girl be surprise. She pulled the cock from her throat, applying suction to the penis as the cum continued to spurt forth, but keeping the head lodged in her mouth. She began to sweep her raspy tongue along the broad head of his penis and continued to swallow his come. Her tongue began to create an intense wave of pleasure that swept through his groin. A moan escaped his lips as her tongue continued to bathe his penis. His cum had stopped boiling from his cock but her tongue continued to pleasure the ultra-sensitive tip of his penis. The wave of pleasure continued to build, the pressure and excitement reaching a nearly unbearable level. Her tongue moved faster as the pressure built. Pleasure like he never imagined began to invade his mind, wiping out a thoughts of self and all memories of despair. Eventually, he reached a moment where the pleasure began to turn into pain and, as if reading his mind, she stopped the feverish stimulation of the head of his penis and ran her tongue lightly along the underside of the head. The quick change of pace and the feathery touch of her tongue pushed him over the edge and another, larger orgasm, burst from his loins. The feelings were intense and pushed his consciousness away and he returned to darkness. Some time later the darkness again parted, revealing a similar picture as the time before. This time it was night in the glade and the moon peaked through the leaves of the forest and wreathed the hazy glow of the meadow with a soft white light. The girl was there also, but this time she sat astride him, rubbing the warm wetness of her crotch against his already hard penis. The moonlight enhanced her unearthly beauty and her eyes sparkled with starlight and entranced the man beneath her. The warmth was amazing as she continued to rub herself up and down the length of his cock as it pressed against his stomach. He could see the veil of pleasure cover her eyes as her breath became shorter. Faster and faster she moved, sliding back and forth, her breaths coming quicker as her clitoris rubbed the staff of his cock. Her gaze dropped from his and her eyes closed in pleasure. He could feel her womanly juices seep along the sides of his cock, announcing her eagerness and her desire. The feelings were starting to penetrate his mind also as she continued to move. When it reached a certain point he could not stand it anymore and he grabbed her by her tiny hips and stopped her movements. She was extremely light as he lifted her off his cock. Her eyes opened and met his with a deep gaze dripping with desire. She smiled as she read his intentions. She reached down and lifted his cock, pointing it straight into the air. Her crotch was covered in a light layer of downy brown hair and he could see he small lips and her throbbing clitoris shaded a deep red from the delicious friction against his penis. She pointed the head at the entrance to her dripping pussy and he lowered her down, the head of his penis entered the warm, wet entrance. She was extremely tight as her womanhood wrapped around his cock, but she was so excited that his hardness had no trouble penetrating her depths. Her small, lithe body quickly slid down the entire length of his cock, coming to rest with the hair of her groin mixing with his own. They both paused for a moment when she reached the base of his manhood, both of them inhaling the pleasure and reveling in the moment. The man could feel her warmth completely enveloping him. Her muscles spasmed around his length as a tiny orgasm shuddered through her body. After a moment she began to move up his length. He carefully held the softness of her tiny hips and aided her movements, adding his strength to her motions. Up and down she began to move, sliding his cock in and out of her warmth. The stickiness of her liquids sheltered most of his exposed cock from the coolness of the night but the occasional draft of cool air on his penis heightened the sensations of warmth when her body again descended upon his. The muscles just inside the entrance to her pussy continues to pulse as she moved. Her eyes were closed as her pace increased, her breath was short and soft moans of pleasure issued from her throat. The man continued to help her move up and down his length but he could feel the trembling of her tiny body as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. He could feel the building of his orgasm, the first faint echoes of a future pleasure began to gain strength in her groin. As the girl's pace increased, so to did the pleasure bulid. He could feel the strength begin to grow and his own pace on her hips increased until he was slamming her down onto his body with increasing strength. His desire did not seem to disturb the girl but merely caused her gasps of pleasure to become louder and come with more frequency. He nearly reached that point of no return when the girl abruptly pulled herself from his grasp, releasing his cock and allowing it to land against his stomach with a wet slap. The coolness of the night came as somewhat of a shock, causing the man to gasp in surprise and open his eyes to meet her mischievous grin. The girl stood and turned around, facing his feet. Surges of desire flooded through his brain as he watched the smoothness and the sheer beauty of her figure silhouetted in the light of the moon. The girl straddled his hips again and bent down lowering herself towards his cock. He grasped his manhood and raised it up. She grabbed the tip and pushed his hand away. She rubbed the tip against the entrance to her pussy, bathing it in her liquids and sending surging bolts of pleasure once again shivering through his body. He arched his body, trying to push himself into her depths, but she deftly moved away, keeping only the tip pressed against her labia. Finally, she moved the tip down to the small, puckered entrance to her rectum. Surprise quickly followed by lust washed over the man as she pushed the tip of his cock past the entrance to her ass. The first sensation he felt was the sheer tightness of her ass as his cock tried to force its way past the tight entrance. Accompanying the tightness was the sheer heat of her body, an erotic juxtaposition to the coolness of the night. She encompassed the head of his penis in her ass before it would push no further. She paused for a moment, letting herself adjust to the size of his cock. Then she lifted herself slightly and then pushed herself down further, swallowing another inch of his cock inside her backside. Briefly the man considered helping her force herself down on him but the aching warmth of her ass and the brilliant sensations of the tight muscles were quickly draining all his strength. She moved up again and then pushed down further taking in yet more of him. She continued the process, each time another inch disappeared. The tightness of her ass was incredible and momentarily the man despaired that it would force the blood from his penis and drain the strength of his hardness. That despair was quickly defrayed as the sight of his thick penis splitting the tiny ass of the girl turned him on beyond anything he had ever seen before, eliciting his penis to even greater standards of hardness. Eventually she managed to imbed his entire cock inside her tiny ass. When she had bottomed out she did not even pause to let herself recover but she began to move herself up and down the entire length of his hardness. Faster and faster she began to move, the tightness of her sphincter dancing along the length of his cock. She arched her back and set her arms behind her on the ground to support her weight and her long, soft hair draped down on his chest. From this position she set her feet and began to rapidly pound her body up and down on his cock, slamming his cock deep into her ass with each stroke. Small moans of pleasure mixed with tiny gasps of pain were wrenched from her throat as his hardness penetrated her tiny ass repeatedly. The sounds worked their way into his brain and mixed with the sensations of his own pleasure, heightening his desire. Quickly he felt his orgasm build and then erupt, sending his body convulsing as he lost control of all his muscles, his entire being focused in the surging tip of his cock. The first surge of his cum was sprayed deep into her ass followed quickly by the second. She stopped pounding when she felt the flood of his semen deep inside of her, holding herself poised above him, half of his cock buried in her ass. She paused a moment to allow the first few spurts to empty inside of her rectum. Then she quickly leaped up pulling herself off of his cock and taking the cock into her hand. One spurt of semen flew wildly into the air landing in a warm pool on his chest. Another spurt caught her in the face as her mouth descended on the tip of his cock. Her throat captured the rest of his semen as her tongue again began to rub along the tip of his cock. The familiar feelings from this activity continued to build until finally he passed out again. It was daytime when the curtain parted again. His gaze was quickly drawn to the girl as she bathed in the tiny stream next to his naked form. She smiled when she noticed that he was awake and she asked him a question. Again he could not make out her words as they seemed to be as quiet as the wind rippling over a grassy plain. He strained to catch her question but it seemed to float beyond his grasp. So again, in response, he pushed himself onto his elbows and smiled. She seemed to find this response amusing and she giggled and splashed water towards his reclining form. As the cold droplets splashed onto his skin, the image of the girl playing in the water wakened a buried memory, a memory that started with love but ended with unendurable pain. The soft pillow of haze woke in his mind and tried to push the pain away, but it something in his mind clutched the pain and refused to let it go. Somehow he knew that this pain was his and it was part of his very being. He dived into the memory. A beautiful woman swam, laughing, in a river, jeering at him as he stood on the shore. She swam towards him and stepped from the river, water cascading from her body. He laughed as he grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms. He lifted her up and swung her around in his arms, shouting his pleasure. Then she slid down into his arms and pressed her cold lips against his, drawing on their warmth to warm her own. Her tongue wormed its way insistently into his mouth, playfully attacking his tongue. Then the memory turns dark as the woman suddenly stiffens in his arm, a startled exhalation of surprise issuing from her lips. A warm liquid touched his hands as they held her body. With rising fear he move his hands up her spine until he encountered the arrow that protruded from her back. Her body went slack in his arms and the life quickly fled from her body. "NO!" And with that scream something snapped in his brain and the haze was quickly tossed aside. Suddenly he was Mercyn again, and instead of being wrapped in a state of euphoric pleasure, he was once again a man in a dangerous forest, except this time he was naked and he was accompanied by a naked girl. The girl seemed taken aback by his yell, but now she began to recover and carefully approached the warrior. Mercyn scrambled to his feet as the memories of his battle in the gully returned with full force. He inspected his body with amazement as he realized all his wounds had somehow been healed. "What is wrong, my beautiful?" This time Mercyn could make out her words and the twinkling notes of her voice reminded him of the burbling of the tiny brook. He looked at the girl and was amazed at her beauty and the perfection of her body. But when he caught sight of her hair, he knew the truth. What he had previously thought of as being twigs and leaves twined with her hair, was actually part of her hair. This was not a girl but a forest sprite. He took a step back. "Beautiful one, what is wrong?" Her voice ached with worry as she reached out to grab his hand. "No," he pulled his hand away and stepped further back. "This is wrong." "How could it be wrong, silly?" she giggled lightly but the worry still clung to her depthless eyes. "We are in love." Mercyn felt the haze begin to push at the edges of his consciousness, trying to encroach on his mind. But this time he was ready to fight it and the haze was shredded by the sharpness of his will. "No. I do not love you." The words struck deep and tears welled up in the eyes of the sprite. "No, you are wrong, you do love me. See." She bent over and took his cock into her mouth. Instantly it began to respond and Mercyn could feel the lust building in his groin. "Stop," he commanded her and shoved her away, perhaps a little rougher than he planned, but her attack on his libido was rendering his defenses quite moot. "You are just a girl." She landed on her seat, her arms behind her for support. Tears still poured from her eyes but her mouth twisted into a sneer. "Just a girl. I am over a thousand years old." "Still," Mercyn grunted non-commitally, the whole situation was making him uncomfortable. The sprite wiped the tears from her eyes. "So this is my reward?" Bitterness spewed forth with her words. "I save you from that awful beast and then I heal your wounds with my magic and this is how you treat me. You use my body and then throw me away when you are done." Mercyn looked away from the pouting faerie. "It is not like that," he whispered though he doubted that she could hear. "Besides, the beast was dying when I passed out. I killed it." He looked around the glade, wondering if she had rescued his clothes and maybe even his dagger. "Fine," she pouted. "Go then. I don't need you. Your clothes are over there." She pointed to a tree at the edge of the glade. Mercyn went over and found his clothes, all cleaned and neatly folded. In addition, she had saved not only his dagger but also his sword. "Thank you," he said to the sprite, who ignored him, her back turned to his form. The memories of their night of pleasure pushed at his thoughts and he savored them for a moment and then put them away. He quickly slipped into his clothes and grabbed his weapons. He turned to the tiny figure in the glade. "Goodbye," he whispered but this time he knew his words reached her ears. Her shoulders hunched over and her body was wracked with a spasm of grief. Quickly he turned away and pushed into the forest. "Wait," the sprite cried out as he disappeared into the woods. Her words were punctuated with tears and stifled gasps of despair. "I can do better. Don't leave. Tell me what I did wrong and I will try to do better." Mercyn ignored her pleas and disappeared into the forest. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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