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A MIDSUMMER'S  NIGHTMARE - PART 3

Copyright George Carter  2001


My problem is that I think quickly and I have a lot of imagination.
Usually, I count these things as strengths;  but, at that moment, they
were definitely liabilities.  Had I been slower-witted, the prospect of
immediate death might have been easier to deal with.

As it was, I could feel despair clutching at me with icy fingers.  I was
going to die, of that I was certain.  I still had my grip locked on
Moire, but the second fairy, who identified herself as Moire's
mother, no less, was free to act.  Moire was capable of transforming
my body from male to female, so a little feat like, say, pulverizing my
heart inside my chest would be no problem.  Like I implied, I have
too much imagination.

I had threatened Moire with dismemberment.  I therefore had two
chances of survival - none and Buckley's.

Never again would I walk along a beach in the middle of a hot
summer night and feel the water lapping at my toes.  Never again
would I taste really good ice cream, the kind made with buttermilk.
I promised Laura that I'd come back for her, and now I never would.
I'd never get to look into her eyes and tell her I love her all over
again.

I would never, ever see my unborn child's face.

Linda would come to term and give birth wondering what had ever
happened to me.  The world would keep on turning.  People would
go about their lives.  Life would go on.

Without me.

Oh, God, being alive was so sweet.  So damn sweet that I couldn't
bear the thought of losing it.  It was only some scintilla of pride that
stopped me from prostrating myself and begging for mercy.

I released Moire.  What did it matter any more?  I'd taken my best
shot, but it wasn't enough.  I wanted to crawl into my shell and give
up.  I had lost.  Everything.

But somehow, near the very bottom of my plunge, I found the words
I needed to stop it.

To give in to despair is the greatest betrayal of all.  Betrayal of self.
All men die in their time, and it isn't the when, it's the how one dies
that matters.  And a man with nothing left to lose has absolutely
nothing left to fear.

I think I lost it a little at that point, because I was sure I had a fierce
grin on my face when I faced the two of them and dared them to do
their worst.

The elder fairy turned to Moire and said, 'Do you see?  He knows.
He knows what all warriors come to know.  He knows now what the
Thunderer knew when he faced the Serpent.  You chose well,
daughter.'

Moire looked devastated.  'It has come to naught.  He has escaped
me.  All has come to ruin.'

I was still alive.  It made me bold.  'Talk to me, not about me.  Tell
me what's going on.'

Moire was reduced to a near whisper as she replied, 'You had me at
your mercy.  Then you released me.  By our laws, I have no power
over you now.  And so, my life is almost over.'

Over?

I turned to the elder fairy.  'So what's stopping you... I'm sorry, I
didn't catch your name.'  Not bad going, insolent and courteous at
the same time.

She actually favoured me with a warm smile.  'I am Clodagh.  And I
have no interest in harming you, or coercing you.'

I didn't understand what was going on, but I did understand that I
wasn't going to die after all.  Suddenly my strength deserted me and
I wanted to sit down.  I drew my knees up in front of me and leant
my forehead on them, shaking.  I was going to live.

After a moment or two I stood up and approached Moire.  She
wasn't afraid of me, but she seemed gripped by despair.  I shouldn't
have done it - not after what she'd done - but I  was euphoric and I
felt generous. I took her hand between thumb and finger.  I said, 'I'm
sorry I hurt you.  I wish I could make it better.'

Before my eyes, the black bruises retreated, shrank, and finally
disappeared.  I couldn't quite believe it.  'Did... I do that?' I asked.

Clodagh answered, 'In this place, honest desire is very powerful.
You wished her less pain, so it came to pass.'

Moire chose that moment to turn on her mother. 'Why did you tell
him to release me?  You have doomed me.'

Clodagh shook her head.  'Daughter, it was over as soon as he seized
you.  From there, he could only slay you or release you.  Do not
blame me for preferring you alive.'  She waited a moment,
pondering, then continued.  'Besides, your doom is far from certain.'

I'd had enough of trying to glean meaning from this babble, and I
told them so.

Clodagh nodded.  'Yes, you deserve to know the whole story.
Perhaps you should get comfortable.'

I sank to the floor again.  Clodagh gestured, and a portion of it
formed into a shape somewhat like a chair. Pretty neat trick.  I sat.

Clodagh started speaking. 'When I was young  your ancestors lived
in caves.  Moire is younger, but is still over a thousand of your years
old.  There are few of us left, since the great bargain was struck and
magic left your world, and those that remain need men such as you
to sustain our lives.  We are immortal... but immortality has always
come at a price.'

'Men such as me?  Do you mean any men?  Or particular ones?'

'The latter.  Your mother's bloodline is very strong.  Your forebears
were men and women of power... druids, skalds,  warrior poets.
Kings. Your blood has the potential for magic.  Not in your own
world, not any more,  but here... very much so.  Your healing of
Moire simply proved that.'

I didn't understand any of it, so I decided to tackle one question at a
time.  'So why did you drag Laura here?  Why did you treat us so
cruelly?  What was the purpose?'

Moire replied.  'I had to provoke strong emotions from you in order
to find out if you were suitable to sustain me.  I brought Laura here
because I had to taste the colour of your ecstacy.'

'And was I... suitable?'

'Yes.  Quite. The mere taste that I received extended my life by over
a year.'

'And if I hadn't been suitable?'

'That is why so few of us remain.  I have been watching you all your
life.  I chose you before your birth.  Had you turned out to be petty,
selfish, vain or cowardly, I would not have been able to sustain
myself from you.  And so, in a few of your years - a blink of the eye
to such as we - I would have passed on.  As... I will pass on.'

I jumped to the wrong conclusion.  'So you sacrifice men to extend
your own lives?'

Moire laughed; a bitter, ironic bark.  'You have not been listening.
When you were with your woman, did I say I tasted your blood?
No.  Your flesh?  No.  What did I say I tasted?'

'My... ecstacy?'

'Correct.  The energy that you liberate at the peak of your pleasure.'

'You feed... on orgasm?  That's the source of your immortality?'

'Correct again.'

'I'm sorry', I said, 'but that doesn't make sense.  You couldn't derive
enough energy to live for a day from one sexual act, let alone a year
or more.'

Moire was looking frustrated and annoyed.  Clodagh flew near me
and tried to explain.

'Our realm does not work on the same principles as yours.  Your
paradigm - your "laws of physics" - is egalitarian in nature.  Your
natural laws affect everyone the same way, and so they are filled
with limiting factors, like your quaint ideas about "conservation of
energy."  We work by different rules, and since we don't have a
decade to instruct you, please merely accept the truth of what I say.'

'What does it matter?' Moire snapped.  'Enough of this.  We should
send him back to his world, and I should waste no more of my last
days.'

The silent tableau  lasted for a long moment.  I stood again, and
looked at the two of them.  Moire's face was the image of  despair.
Clodagh, by way of contrast, showed only patient expectation.
Perhaps she knew what was going through my mind.

I knew what Moire was feeling.  I'd felt it all myself, all too recently.
Maybe I was the world's biggest sucker, or maybe I was just curious;
or maybe I felt compassion for her, or maybe it was just that I
believed in life.   Whatever it was, I turned to her and said, 'What do
I need to do to... sustain you?'

The look on Moire's face was worth the price of admission.  I'd
cracked her cool facade and put a look of astonished surprise there.
'Do you really mean that?  But... why?'

I'd had a moment more to think about why, and I told her what I'd
concluded.  'Because my world is a little bit more wonderful now
that I know such creatures as you exist.  It would sadden me, now,
to know you were going to die and that I could have prevented it.
Having said that... this isn't going to kill me or anything, right?'

I thought I saw tears starting from her eyes.  She shook her head and
said,  'No. It won't kill you.  There is some danger if I am careless,
but... I will ensure you are not harmed.  I... thank you.'

She landed a dozen steps away from me.  Then she started to
change... to swell.  Her little wings vanished and she grew ito the
size and shape of a woman.  A human woman.  And not just anyone.

Moire had become a perfect copy of Laura.  She asked, 'Does this
form please you?  Or would you prefer another?'  She stepped
slowly toward me, and as she did, her features and form flowed like
quicksilver.

She became Linda.   Then Angela.  Then Jane.  Each one a woman
that I'd loved, some with my heart, all with my body, all within the
last few months.  What's the male version of 'slut'?   Whatever it
was, I guess I was it.  My heart was doing little flips in my chest...
and then she changed again, and I felt pierced to my core.

Standing there, staring me in the face, and stark naked, was Kate.
My wife of eight years, who walked out six months ago. I clenched
my eyes tight and said, 'No. Not her.  It's too hard to look on her.'
I waited a moment and then opened my eyes again,  and the face I
saw was Moire's own; a little rounder, the features a little softer.  It
was Moire as a human being.  I looked upon her and decided that
drowning in those huge violet eyes wouldn't be such a bad way to
go.

I looked down, and saw that Moire had adopted a body that was like
my ideal female form.  Her hair, still red, was down to her shoulders.
Her neck was longish and fine.  She was petite.  Her breasts were
firm, large-nippled handfuls, her waist small, her buttocks tight and
muscular, her legs slim, her pubic mound hairless.  In short, she was
purpose-built, quite literally, to derive arousal from me.  In turn, my
body was telling her just how successful she was in her ambition.

She looked on my erection and smiled, then turned to Clodagh.
'Mother', she asked, 'I cannot fly in this form.  Would you prepare
my Chosen?'  She then turned back to me and said, 'This won't harm
you.  It's just a necessary change to your body.'

Clodagh did her own little dance while I looked down on myself to
see what the result would be.  I wondered briefly.  A bigger dick?
Or maybe a set of washboard abs?  Then I realised that the elder
fairy had finished her dance, and that it appeared that nothing had
changed, except that I had a curiously warm feeling in my lower
abdomen.  My erection felt stronger than ever, so I supposed it had
something to do with that.

I looked at Moire.  I wanted to take her immediately.  She said as if
in answer, 'Many times, my Chosen.  As many times as we possibly
can.  The more of your seed that I can cajole from you, the longer I
will be sustained.'

It sounded like a program to me.  I took her face in my hands and
kissed her, deeply and long.  It lasted for a minute or so, then she
pulled away, grinned, and slowly brought herself down to her knees.
She grasped my cock in one hand and started to move her fingers
along the length of it.  She knew just exactly how to apply the right
amount of pressure with her fingers; it was feeling very good indeed.
Then she opened her mouth and engulfed me.  Her lips closed on the
shaft, applying gentle, tantalizing suction, and her tongue slid on the
underside of it.

I breathed in deeply, sharply.  I was getting a blowjob from out of
some carnal legend of antiquity.  For a creature that went around
most of the time without any genitalia, Moire was an utterly superb
fellatrix.  I started to groan.  She was deep-throating me, those lips
of hers right up against my pelvic bone.  I wanted this to last so
badly; hell, I wanted a movie of it I could take home to keep me
warm on lonely nights; but I wasn't getting either.  Moire was
determined to make me cum.  She was slurping and sucking along
the length of my shaft, back and forth, adding a little extra suction
when her lips met my glans.

She must have tasted the precursor to ejaculation coming from me,
because I could swear she was purring as I panted.  She started
sucking just on the end, and fisting the length of my shaft, pumping
as she sucked.  I closed my eyes and let go, crying out inarticulately
in utter pleasure.  While I came, she kept me in her mouth, drinking
up every last spurt of my seed.  I was almost sobbing as she licked
me clean and finally withdrew her mouth from my cock.  Then she
winked, grinned, and swallowed my load.  As she swallowed, she
shuddered as if having an orgasm herself.

'Mmm', she breathed, 'Your ecstacy is so... pure.'

I didn't answer. I couldn't.  I was still reeling.

'Ohhh', she continued,  'It feels so good.  It is the feeling of being
charged with life... so good.'  She was practically glowing with
vitality.

'I bet you say that to all the guys', I replied.  She shook her head.

'No.  It is seldom, if ever, as good as this.  I did indeed choose
wisely.  I wish there was some way I could properly reward you.'

Was she joking, or what?  I was about to ask her when the odd
feeling came over me.  My body was acting strangely.  I could still
feel the familiar post-coital tingle in my loins, but there was
something else.

I could have sworn that I was ready to ejaculate again, as much as
before.  I could feel - almost hear - my prostate filling up.  I couldn't
decide if it was exciting or frightening, so I compromised by
laughing nervously.  It seemed that Moire was going to get her
money's worth- and then some.

Then I was distracted again by Clodagh, flying near me.  'There is
something I can do to express a mother's gratitude', she started.  'I
can only have very slight influence on your world, but there is
something I can affect.'  She paused, seeking my attention, and then
realising she had it, she continued.  'Your friend carries your unborn
daughter in her womb.'

Linda.  She was talking about Linda.  My... daughter?

'Your child is unformed, and able to be affected by my influence.  I
give her my blessing, and this is no small thing.  Your child shall
have beauty, grace and wit.  She will be healthy and strong, and take
the best aspects of both her parents.'

'In other words', I said, 'she'll be the image of her mother.'  We
looked on each other.  Our eyes met, we both grinned, and I knew
that Clodagh was as good as her word.  Then I fully realised the
value of her gift, and I breathed, 'Thank you.'

'It is I who thank you, O man, and now I will take my leave of you
both.  Look after him, my child, and farewell.'

Then she was gone.


*****


Moire was on her hands and knees, urging me on with obscene and
inventive  imprecations learned who knows where as I fucked her
roughly, dog-fashion.  Need I say, her pussy felt incredibly silky,
moist and tight?  Of course it did!  I knew by know that she could
read my mind, or at least the part concerned with desire, so
everything about her was perfectly made to satisfy me.  Her
knowledge of me and her shape-shifting ability made it so.

She wasn't much for foreplay, though.  She wanted sex, pure and
simple, and she wasn't much concerned about how long each act
took.  I laughed to myself.  She was using me.  Boo hoo, my feelings
were hurt.  Like hell.  I was a male slut and loving it.

I grasped her hips harder, and thrust hard and deep into her, making
us both gasp.  I went faster, knowing I was near to orgasm, and
whispered to her, 'How do you like that, you horny little bitch?'

She responded in kind.  'Yesss... fuck me harder... oh!  yes,
HARDER, you fucking bastard, cum in me... cum in me... now.'

Sure enough, on the word 'now', I came inside her with a
tremendous surge.  I shouted, cursed, and shook as I spewed my
load into her.  She shrieked with her own pleasure, which was, I was
sure, not your actual orgasm but instead, the feeling of being fed
new life.

I stayed inside her for a minute or so after my orgasm; then we
separated and lay near each other.  I held her, and once again I could
feel that my body was ready to go another round.

'You swear like a sailor', I said, pleased. I liked women who were
'verbal' in bed. 'I suppose you learn a few things in a thousand years.'

'My Chosen, it all comes from you.  From that delightfully obscene,
inventive mind of yours, where I can see so many pleasures you wish
to explore with me.'

Uh-oh.  Busted.  Up till then I was strictly  'MF, Cons', but, after all,
Moire wasn't human, so what we were doing was, strictly speaking ,
bestiality.  So, I'd blown it already. Why not get some more 'story
codes' into the mix?  Why not indeed.  It wasn't like there were
going to be any hurt feelings or other consequences, after all.

I held her down, her back to me, and wet a finger with saliva.  I
probed her anus, and said, 'This might hurt', in a mock-menacing
tone.  She squealed in anticipation.


*****

Well, it went on for quite a while.  I took her anally.  Curious to see
if she was fully functional, I ate her bald pussy, to find that she was
quite satisfactorily orgasmic.  I lay back and let her ride me.  We
screwed standing up, sitting down, and lying down.  I stopped
counting after the first ten ejaculations, and I was going just as
strong as  I was before the first.  I was a perpetual motion sex
machine, the envy of porn stars everywhere;  no fatigue, no soreness,
no limit to the semen supply.  I had no real feeling for Moire, not
love like I had for Laura, at least, but that was okay.  From fearing
and hating Moire, I'd come to like her.  She'd only been trying to
survive, like we all do, and it was quite pleasant after all.

The only disturbing thing was that the tingling feeling in my loins
was building with each new orgasm, and that my chest seemed to be
getting a little tight; not physically, you understand, but emotionally.
It wasn't unbearable, or even unpleasant yet, but it was different to
my normal experience.  I had to keep an eye on it.

I decided I wanted to make Moire helpless and tantalize her body,
but the landscape, of course, was devoid of anything I could use.
Once again, Moire answered my unspoken question.  'Remember
what you did before to heal me', she said.  'In this place, your blood
gives you power.'

'So', I answered, 'if I desire something enough, I'll get it?'

She nodded.  'Try.'

I closed my eyes and imagined what I wanted.  The picture in my
mind's eye took shape and form.  After a moment, I opened my eyes.
Several lengths of what appeared to be raw silk were there for me,
as well as a convenient, sturdy tree.

Too cool.   I bound the smiling Moire to the tree, blindfolded her,
and teased her mercilessly until she screamed her release.


*****


We'd gone another round or so, and then Moire decided that
turnabout was fair play.  The tree and the silk bindings were still
there, so she tied me to the tree just as I'd tied her.

She'd done a good job with the blindfold.  I couldn't see a thing, and
it wasn't for want of trying.  Something was happening... it was like
a feathery touch along the length of my cock.  It wasn't her fingers,
and it wasn't her tongue.  It was tentative, then insistent, teasing,
then gripping.  The texture of it didn't change... it was still that odd,
feathery sensation.  Whatever it was, it was going to bring me off
again quickly.  The many orgasms I'd had had done nothing to
reduce my sensitivity; if anything, that had increased instead.

This was driving me nuts.  My curiosity was getting the better of me.

'Moire', I called, 'I want to see what you're doing, babe.  Take the
blindfold off me, please.'

'No fucking way', she laughed.

Okay, Miss Smarty-Bitch, I thought, we'll just see.  I tried to close
myself off to the pleasure running through me enough to concentrate
on making the blindfold disappear.  It wasn't easy, but I managed it,
feeling the silk vanish off my face, then seeing again.

Moire was still a full sized human, but she had her wings back, and
with her back to me, she was using them to milk my cock.  They
were prehensile.  She had perfect control over them, and their tips
were caressing me like the finest fingertips.

To think I'd threatened to tear them off.   The sight, combined with
the feeling, and the kink factor, gave me probably my biggest orgasm
of the whole session.  I moaned. I sobbed.  I came like a volcano
over her wings and back, making her shudder again in a familiar
paroxysm all her own.

I slumped, only the bindings holding me up.  My heart was
palpitating.  I was wheezing.  My skin was tingling all over, like pins
and needles.  I felt like there was a huge clutching hand in my chest,
and emotionally, I was in turmoil.  Obviously, something was very
wrong.   I fought to catch my breath.

Moire walked up to me and touched my face.  'It is time for you to
return, my Chosen.  It would be dangerous for us to continue.'

I didn't want it to end.  I was addicted.  And there was something
left for us to do that we hadn't yet done.

'Once more', I asked.

'I can feel the storm building in your soul, my Chosen.  While I can
keep your body  able and safe, your inner self is something I cannot
touch.  There's a limit to how much ecstacy you can feel in a short
time before you just... fray.  I owe you too much to let you be
harmed like that.'

'My name's George', I observed.  'And just how long have I given
you so far?'

She smiled.  'Centuries.  By the time I need further sustenance, your
people may have exterminated themselves.'

'So... I'll never see you again?'

'Perhaps in your dreams.'

'Then I'm begging you.  One more time.  There's something that I'm
so curious about... something I'll only ever get this one chance to
experience, and you can do it for me.  Please.  You owe me.'

'Your sense of self is extraordinarily strong.  You should be able to
weather one more.  But I can't read your desire, such is your current
state.  What do you want?

'Can't you guess?  You turned me into a woman before.  I want to
know what it's like.  Make me a woman.  Then make love to me.'

'No.  That would be too hazardous to your psyche.  You nearly lost
yourself when I did it before, just at the threat of being penetrated.'

'That was different', I argued.  'I was panicking.  I was about to be
raped.  I was afraid.  Here and now, I'm safe.  I'm comfortable.
Please... I just want to know.'

Somehow I talked her into it.  She turned back into a fairy and
started flying around, and I felt myself changing.  As I became
smaller, the silk bindings reacted as though alive, keeping me bound
tight to the tree.

'Can... can I see myself?'

Moire gestured, and the mist in front of me turned solid and
reflective, and I could see the damsel in distress that I'd become.

My hair was the same colour, a very dark brown.  My eyes were the
same; a dark, deep blue.  Otherwise, I was unrecognizable.  As a
man, my looks were average.  As a woman, I was sensational.
'Is this... what I looked like before?'  Moire nodded.

No wonder male Laura couldn't resist me.  I looked at Moire, and
saw that she was shifting her own shape.  I gasped as the fairy
became Adonis.  My new body was reacting to the sight.  I could
feel the fist starting to form in my chest again.

He was beautiful, and he was kissing me... caressing me.  I closed
my eyes, but I couldn't stop a pair of tears forming tracks down my
cheeks.  He untied me, but I was still helpless in his arms.  Slowly he
lowered me to the 'ground'.

He splayed me, opened me, and I was in turmoil.  Part of me was
ashamed, the rest wanted to beg for his cock.  I couldn't talk,
couldn't think, and I knew I'd made a terrible mistake.  The essential
'me' was drowning in a female ocean.  I was fraying, just as Moire
had predicted.

Then he was inside me, fucking me gently and slowly, and it was so
good, and so bad, and so much I couldn't... couldn't hold... my...
thoughts.  I was splintering; the 'me' was like a shattered raft trying
to ride out a storm.

I went away.  From a tremendous distance, I heard myself crying
uncontrollably.  Then I felt a hand on my cheek, gentle and warm,
and a voice whispering,  'Farewell... George.'


*1 January 2001.  Early morning.  Sydney, Australia.*


I sat up with a start.  My mouth was wide open in a silent cry.  I was
hyperventilating.  I was covered in sweat which I knew was only
partly due to the heat.

A dream.  A nightmare.  Had to be.  Didn't it?

I stood and ran out of the bedroom.  I was already starting to forget
details.  I had to write this up.  It was too important to lose.  I had to
write it up.


*2 January 2001.  0845.  Sydney, Australia.*


I knocked at Laura's office door.  It was ajar.  Laura was working on
something.

'Oh, hi, George.  I'm really busy right now... can it wait?'

'No.  There's something I've got to tell you.  It's very important.'

The door closed behind me with a slight, definite click.


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