Message-ID: <31981asstr$997798203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010814025231.4907.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Inverness - Challenge (5/11) (FF, fantasy) Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 10:10:03 -0400 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: gill-bates, kelly Inverness is a land of magic. We all live there, in some sense. This story is the continuation of "Magical Encounters" and "Autumn Equinox" that I wrote in the past and can be read on my website. If you didn't enjoy them, then you probably won't enjoy this one either. In a break from tradition, I've switched main characters. I'm sure Janey won't mind. This story is fiction. Hear that? Fiction. Those that can dispute that statement, won't. In a further break from tradition, this story is rather long. As such, I decided to break it into eleven parts for posting. Rest assured that all eleven parts are written, and will be posted, but I will only be releasing them about one a week. Real life intrudes sometimes. I want to thank Mike Ink, especially, for providing invaluable assistance, once again, in editing and proofing the story. Sorry MInk, this one was a long one, but I appreciate the effort. Even so, I must take responsibility for any errors in the text. If it's wrong, most likely it was pointed out and I ignored it. Comments, and questions, are always welcome at dcrimson@yahoo.com. Offers for fast money and pictures of Britney naked, are far less welcome. Please don't redistribute or repost this work in any format without written permission from the author. As usual, this story contains scenes with erotic imagery. This may include depictions of nudity, female-female sexuality, outdoor settings, group sex, and all sorts of other wonderful activities that may offend the moral minority. I have no idea what the moral minority would be doing reading anything here, but consider yourself warned. On the other hand, my descriptions of human sexuality aren't nearly as graphic as some around here. We are all blessed with an imagination, and sex is much more than slippery hydraulics. At least to my characters it is. And so, if you are looking for detailed descriptions of pussies and penises, there are many "stories" lurking about that can do that. Consider yourself warned. And for the rest of us, on to the story, - Crimson (dcrimson@yahoo.com) http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson ======================================================================== Inverness [FF, fantasy] - Part V - Challenge Crimson Dragon ======================================================================== (c) Copyright February 2001 - All Rights Reserved ======================================================================== The number of people that they encountered steadily increased as they approached the castle. Some were garbed in tunics, some in modern dresses, or jeans. Some were nude, some topless, some bottomless, some wore strange translucent robes. Mercury waved to all, calling most by name as they passed. Many commented jokingly on Mercury's state of dress. "Hey, Claudette," Mercury waved easily to a naked girl of about fourteen approaching along the path. "It's good to surprise them once in a while by wearing clothing," she whispered to Alison as Claudette waved once and performed a double-take as she skipped passed. "Most of them have to check again to make sure it's me." Mercury seemed to enjoy the notoriety she was generating. Alison, for her part, was beginning to get used to the casual nudity abounding. While she wasn't sure that she would be prancing around in her birthday suit anytime soon, she was certainly getting used to seeing people unashamed about their bodies. As they approached the drawbridge, Alison again stopped, and it took a moment for Mercury to realise that Alison was no longer beside her. "What?" Mercury asked as she turned and trotted back. She followed Alison's gaze towards the east. Mercury laughed, gently pressing Alison's jaw up until he girl's teeth clacked together. "You want to try that?" Mercury asked quietly. Alison shook her head slowly, unable to tear her eyes from the scene. A copse of birches stood a number of metres from the main path. A petite brunette stood with her back firmly against one of the trees. Even from this distance, the whiteness of the ropes that criss-crossed her body, between her breasts, around her bare thighs, was acutely visible. Her face radiated tranquillity and peace. A naked redhead knelt in the grass at the tied girl's feet, her fingers caressing the restrained girl in front of her. "Is she OK?" Alison whispered. "The brunette?" Mercury laughed gently, tugging on Alison's fingers. "Oh, I think she's just fine." A nagging throb raced through Alison as she accepted the guidance of Mercury's fingers. She glanced back once as they moved further down the path. She thought she could hear a faint moan cross the distance between the pairs of girls. "If you catch their attention, they'll probably invite you to participate," Mercury whispered with a grin. "Yuck." Mercury's features settled into one of her understanding looks. "We can try it later, perhaps less publicly, if you want." Alison didn't reply, but the throb beat an insistent rhythm between her legs. <---===***===---> "Most of the people here are women," Alison commented as the drawbridge drew close. Mercury shrugged and leaned in conspiratorially. "It's much quieter, don't you think?" The warmth of rough boards of the drawbridge was a welcome change to the hot dust of the path. Alison sighed as her bared feet noticed the change of texture. Mercury straightened and continued, but quietly. "There are plenty of men around, though. This isn't Lesbos, after all. Women just seem to be better at adapting to Inverness. More susceptible to magic, and more open, I suppose. At least that's what Crimson says. Personally, I think she just prefers the company of women and tends to offer them more passage to Inverness. You're here, aren't you?" Alison nodded, but looked up at a sudden interruption from above. A male voice boomed a challenge from the ramparts above the drawbridge. "Who goes there?" Mercury stopped and looked up toward the voice; her lips broke into an easy smile. "Malinov, you old dog, you know damn well who we are. And Inverness is a free port. Why the hell are you on guard duty?" "My lady, I know not of what you speak. Identify yourself." Mercury turned to Alison shaking her head. She had to contain a quick laugh at the look of dismay on Alison's face. "Don't worry, Malinov is always cooking up one scheme or another. Says it makes for good stories, and his works are in the library. I've read 'em. Worth a look." Mercury uptilted her face again. Sunshine illuminated her features. "My Lord," she spoke in a clear, strong voice tinged with a mild humour. "By what authority do you challenge us?" Alison noticed a few people gathering on the near side of the drawbridge apparently waiting for Malinov's game to finish. Alison shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. "Strange lady, there is a security ordinance. Please identify yourself and your compatriot." "You know damn well who we are," Mercury repeated under her breath then raised her voice again to the unseen male. "We are neither thieves, nor spammers, and you know it." The male voice continued. "All unknown travellers must identify themselves. See-el's orders." Mercury turned towards Alison lowering her voice, again. "Now you see why there aren't many males around? We could just walk in." Alison could see a large, green courtyard just beyond the portcullis. Some people within, in various states of dress and undress, were watching the exchange with some interest. Alison shook her head. "Why don't we then?" "The game is fun," Mercury replied enigmatically. She again faced the wall. "Malinov, you know damn well who it is. It's Mercury, and a guest of Crimson's, Alison. Now, let us through. We need to start preparing for Solstice. We're tired, and dirty, and..." "Solstice?" the male voice boomed. "Solstice. And don't tell me that you don't know what Solstice is." "My lady, you are not the Mercury that we know and love." "Huh?" Mercury glanced down at herself at though expecting a different image than the petite brunette that remained standing barefoot in the middle of the drawbridge. The voice continued in a firm baritone. "The Mercury that we know wouldn't be crossing the drawbridge in that state." Mercury shook her head in mock frustration. "Sometimes you authors can be frustrating, you know that? If you wanted a view, why didn't you just say so?" She actually stamped her left foot against the wood of the bridge. "And your compatriot. Clementine, was it?" "Alison," Mercury corrected. "You know who she is as well as I do. And she's not going to flash you, so forget it." Mercury's fingers began to fumble at the buttons at her breasts. After leaving the barn, Mercury had fastened two buttons loosely between her breasts to stop the translucent fabric from flapping in the wind. With a smile on her face, she released the buttons and held the fabric apart, thrusting her bared chest towards the unseen wall. She sighed. "Good enough?" A kind chuckle issued forth from the wall, and a dark-haired head sporting a helmet reminiscent of the Vikings emerged from behind the upper ramparts. "Why are you wearing clothes, Mercury? Miranda finally get your goat?" Mercury snapped the fabric back across her breasts, quickly re-fastening the buttons; her bare skin hid amongst the folds. She nodded. "Maybe I decided to regain my modesty." Malinov laughed. "Modesty? You?" "It's been known to happen," Mercury said with a wry grin. People began to pass the two stationary girls, apparently determining that the game had played its course. "What about Clementine?" Mercury glared up at the writer-guard. Alison trembled a little. Exhibitionism wasn't really her game, either. Though around here, she might have been tempted to follow Mercury's lead, if it were necessary to pass into the castle. Malinov didn't seem to be perturbed by the others now passing the girls and entering below the portcullis unhindered. Mercury's hand entwined with Alison's, giving her a squeeze of reassurance. "She's not flashing you, Malinov. She's new here, as you well know. And her name is Alison." Malinov's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Clementine, my lady, welcome to Inverness." The man above tilted his head in greeting. "Don't let Mercury get you into too much trouble." "I won't, sir," Alison replied. "Sir? Christ, I'm not that old," Malinov muttered. "Call me Malinov. Everyone else does." "May we go in now?" Mercury asked in an exasperated voice. "Sure, what's stopping you?" Mercury shook her head with a smile, and tugging on Alison's hand, resumed walking under the guard. "We'll see you tonight, Malinov," she called up as they passed. "And I'll be more in the state you are accustomed to." "Happy Solstice," he replied with a small wave before disappearing into the wall. <---===***===---> After passing under the entrance to the castle, Alison sighed as her feet encountered soft, green grass. Perhaps ten couples were spread across the small entrance courtyard, most lounging under trees, or lying on the grass together. Some were naked, others were dressed in more modern attire. One couple was kissing under what looked like an old oak tree. One group of three naked girls, sitting cross-legged in the grass, waved a greeting to Mercury and Alison as they entered, but then turned back to a conversation involving a great deal of quiet giggling. "Who the heck is Malinov?" Alison asked as they made their way across the grass towards another archway on the other side of the court. Mercury stopped, tilting her face upwards into the sunlight. She answered to the sky. "Malinov is one of the writers around here." "So he could have given me shoes?" Alison worked her toes into the grass, not sure anymore that she still wanted shoes anyway. Mercury laughed. "Didn't you hear him call you Clementine?" "I did." Alison's voice conveyed her confusion. "Why do you think he did that?" Alison shrugged. "Malinov has a warped sense of humour, sometimes. If you'd asked him, he would probably have given you the shoes." "Would I have had to flash him for them?" Mercury laughed. "You think he demanded to see my chest before he'd let us in here?" "Didn't he?" "Alison, no dear. We could have walked right past, and the worst that would have happened is that Lord Malinov might have been a little disappointed. Well, if he had been serious in the demand, he'd probably be banished. Inverness isn't like that. We are all free here. Writers really aren't any different from you or I, they merely can create magic -- give you a new wardrobe, for instance, whether you want one or not. But other than that, they aren't any different from us. No, Alison, Malinov asked me because he knows me. Knows that I don't mind playing his games, and would gladly show nearly anyone my boobs in a heartbeat. I normally walk around buck naked, remember? Hell, I would've stripped for him, if he'd asked. If it makes him happy, and it's fun, why shouldn't I? And besides, he'd be the first one defending my honour if someone was trying to take advantage of me." Alison nodded, but wasn't quite sure that she fully understood. "So, I wouldn't have to expose myself for shoes?" Alison made a gesture to walk back towards the drawbridge. Mercury's hand on her shoulder gently stopped her. "You wouldn't have to pay anything. No. And Malinov up there would give you what you asked for in a heartbeat, with a twinkle in his eye. But you probably would end up with boxes without tops's that you couldn't remove from your feet until he took pity on you, sometime after midnight." "Huh?" "Malinov's humour. And besides, you've done without for the walk here, and you certainly aren't going to want them where we are headed. Ask Crimson when the infernal creature returns. Okay?" Alison nodded as the girls continued to cross the courtyard. "Where are we going, anyway?" <---===***===---> (c) (2001) Crimson Dragon http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson - = - - = - - = - - = - - = - This story carries the codes: (FF, fantasy) The code, "FF," means that two adult women have sex with each other. The other code "fantasy," means that the story takes place in a fantasy-type realm -- and as far as I know, it isn't a standard code, or at least it's one with various meanings. 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