Message-ID: <31982asstr$997798204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010814025402.21091.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} Repost: Inverness - Cleansing (6/11) (FF, fantasy) Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 10:10:04 -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 VI - Cleansing Crimson Dragon ======================================================================== (c) Copyright February 2001 - All Rights Reserved ======================================================================== The smell of peaches and damp mist touched Alison's senses as Mercury held the heavy oak door open for her. She stepped through, a little self-conscious of the warm stone beneath her bare feet. She was far more used to 'No Shoes - No Service' signs than the more welcoming 'No Clothes - No Problem' attitudes in Inverness. "May I take your clothing?" The voice belonged to a small Oriental girl seated behind a long polished counter that reminded Alison of the bar at The Portal. The girl wore a simple, white tunic draped over her shoulders, though in the humid, warm air, it clung to her small frame like a lover's embrace. Alison felt Mercury's presence beside her as the entrance doorway quietly closed behind them. "Huh?" Alison uttered in confusion. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Mercury edge around her and approach the counter with a smile. As Mercury walked, she shed her blouse as if that were the most natural thing in the world to do. After the drawbridge, Mercury's display didn't exactly surprise Alison. Mercury's jeans slipped daintily over her hips, leaving her as bare as when the girls had first met in the hayloft. After carefully folding her clothes, Mercury handed them to the girl behind the counter. "Here you go, Daphne," Mercury said as she gave the girl a smile. The girl laughed. "You're wearing clothes?" Mercury muttered something under her breath, then turned to regard Alison. "You can't shower like that..." Mercury began. Alison shook her head slowly. Mercury grinned and continued. "Actually, it might be interesting to see that top plastered to your skin." Alison slowly approached the counter, placing her hands on top of the gleaming surface. The girl holding Mercury's jeans and blouse smiled gently. "You're new here, aren't you?" Mercury performed the introductions. "Daphne. Alison." She turned towards Alison. "Daphne won't lose your clothes. I promise." "But..." "Showers are better naked, you know." With a sigh and a blush, Alison began to unbutton her clothing. The blouse slipped from her shoulders, and the jeans slipped down her legs to pool around her ankles. She was about to step out of them when the interior door opened with a blast of steam. The smell of peaches intensified for a moment. A naked man stepped through the doorway, dripping water onto the grey stone of the lobby. He shook his head, spraying warm water. Alison quickly slipped one arm across her breasts, her other covering her exposed pubic region. She flushed bright red, could feel the heat suffusing her breasts. A moment later, the doorway opened again, a tall, slim, nude and just as wet woman stepping through to link arms with the man with a laugh. "There's men in here," Alison whispered urgently towards Mercury. Mercury glanced over her shoulder and was laughing as she turned back around. "Um. Yes. So? It's only Mat. And Theresa, I think." She tried to pry Alison's arm gently from her chest. Alison resisted. "Uh...naked men, naked women, what do you think will happen?" Mercury laughed again. "Are you the same woman that walked with me to the castle? You can still ask that?" "Yeah, I wasn't naked at the time." "You were naked with me." "That's...different." Her voice wavered a little. "What's the worst thing that would happen?" "He'll look at me." Mercury grinned evilly. "No, the worst thing that would happen is this." She raised herself up on her tiptoes and planted a moist kiss right on Alison's lips. Alison moaned quietly, at both the unexpected kiss, and the touch of Mercury's bare skin against her own. "And even if Mat did that, which he wouldn't without invitation, his lips wouldn't hurt you any more than mine did." With that, Mercury turned around. She waited for a moment, waiting for the guy to stop kissing the naked girl he was with. "Mat, my dear?" Mat released Teresa, who looked none too pleased, and smiled at Mercury, who strode purposely toward him. They embraced quickly, spoke a few words. Teresa and Mercury exchanged a brief kiss. Alison noted that while Mat and the woman were still dripping, the water was either absorbed or disappeared where it would have touched the stone of the floor. Strange. To Alison's horror, Mercury led the couple back towards Alison, who was still standing awkwardly protecting her modesty as best she could. The man named Mat smiled at her. "Mercury tells me you're new." He stuck out his hand towards Alison. Alison gazed at the hand, not removing her arms from their protective posture. She almost glared at the man, as if aware of his tricks. Mat sighed. "Still not used to Inverness, eh? I understand. Janey is like you, too. And I was a little unnerved the first time I was here. Not really used to this public exposure thing." Alison relaxed a little. Like her earlier encounters with the Dragon, Mat's eyes never left hers, not dropping to inspect her nearly bare body at all, no threatening gestures. "Glad to meet you," she mumbled. "Mat generally introduces Solstice, with Crimson. Holds quizzes. Edits strange publications," Mercury said. She turned towards the man. "You are going to introduce the Solstice, aren't you?" Mat nodded. "At moonrise. As usual." "Who's the Queen?" "You mean Teresa?" Mercury laughed, and performed a small courtesy. Mat's companion nodded and smiled, but didn't say anything. "Teresa's the Solstice Queen?" Mat shook his head. "Don't know. Maybe Janey, if Crimson can convince her to come, and agree to lead the ceremony. Maybe Celeste. Maybe Katie. We won't know until the library." Mercury nodded. "Are you coming to the library this year?" Mat asked. Mercury shook her head. "And miss the pre-moon celebrations. The library is for the writers. You know that." "You've got an open invitation. Even if Crimson doesn't invite you this year, I certainly will." The girl behind the counter handed Mat two bundles of clothing and two towels, one of which he handed to Teresa. They each casually wrapped the towels around themselves. "I know," Mercury said. She glanced over at Alison who was still blushing and shivering. Mat casually waved his hand at Alison. She didn't notice the jeans rise, but suddenly they were again buttoned snugly at her waist, not pooled around her ankles. She remained topless, but her arm still protected her breasts from view. "I truly am glad to meet you," Mat murmured to Alison, brushing her cheek with his lips. The touch reminded her of Josh, and she fought for calm. "I hope that you'll take those jeans off before going in there. You'll be much more comfortable." He tilted his head towards the doorway. His fingers brushed at her arms, now both crossed across her chest. She allowed him to press her arms away, exposing herself. She noted the small smile that graced Mercury's lips as her body became less covered. Her nipples crinkled involuntarily as they wandered into view. Mat's eyes never dropped from her own, even as her arms lowered. "You aren't anything to be ashamed of," Mat murmured quietly. <---===***===---> The air was cooler here; in fact, she could feel her nipples reacting to the cool as she followed Mercury from the steamy showers into a wide room through large wooden doors with iron hinges and handles. It was quieter here, too, leaving behind the pounding of many showers and the moans of activity from the communal shower area. The room was furnished in red, from a thick, red carpet beneath her bare feet, to the mirrored ceiling reflecting the carpet from below, to the Victorian chairs placed in the corners of the room. The chairs were unoccupied, but the room seemed to exude a presence of some sort. Alison dripped onto the carpet, but like the lobby floor it seemed to dissipate the water. Her feet weren't standing in a sopping wet carpet. The centre of the room was dominated by a large hot tub, full of bubbles. Tendrils of steam rose from its surface, inviting and warm. A girl, no more than twenty, rose from the mountains of bubbles like a naked Madonna. The bubbles covered her to the throat, her breasts, if bare, hidden from view. One bare foot sat propped on the side of the tub, emerging from the bubbles. The girl's head tilted back, eyes closed. At first, Alison assumed that she was asleep. The girl's voice was cheery, inviting. "Mercury. Alison. Lots of room." Mercury smiled as she knelt beside the girl's head. She kissed the girl on her lips before sitting down on the edge of the tub, swinging her legs through the bubbles. "You were expecting us, Sondra?" The girl raised her head, her blonde hair damp but still attractive. She opened her eyes. They were a deep shade of brown. "Have you ever missed a Solstice?" "Before Crimson invited me." "That doesn't count, and you know it." Sondra's finger traced Mercury's thigh. Mercury motioned Alison to come and join the girls. Alison stepped forward, seating herself beside Mercury. The water in the bath was far warmer than the showers had been. Her calves and toes sighed at the warm, intimate touch. The bubbles smelled strongly of peaches. "Crimson told me you both were coming, earlier," Sondra began. "At least this time, Janey didn't fall on me." Mercury looked at the girl strangely, and then shook her head. "I don't want to know." "One of Crimson's portals." "Ah." Mercury grasped Alison's hand and pulled her gently into the bubbles. The warm water pressed into Alison's skin. She sighed. There seemed to be room for twenty in the tub. Alison tilted her head back, in the posture that Sondra had adopted when they'd entered. She closed her eyes. Flashes of conversation, some nonsensical, touched her. "...See-El out tracking some spammers with Anne..." "...hayloft out at the old barn..." "...Malinov made me flash him, too..." "...Clementine..." A soft laugh. "...banquet. Lots of mead..." "...Celia jockeying mostly. Crimson might perform..." "...girls walking through the canyon..." "...Queen...Janey..." The voices faded. <---===***===---> Peaches. Disoriented, she awoke to a warm sensation suffusing her body. It was a moment before she realised that she was still encased in bubbles, hot water touching her intimately. She moaned quietly. A finger. Then another softly stroked her bare breasts, lightly twisting the rapidly hardening nipples under the surface of the water. A pair of lips brushed at hers, then another, slight smells differentiating the two women that had kissed her in quick succession. A tongue traced the contours of her lips. Her hands rose as if of their own volition, her fingers touching bare breasts, midriffs, vaginal lips. A finger traced her thigh somewhere below, caressing her calf, playing with her toes. A pair of fingers entered her. A tongue, impossibly underwater, caressed her throbbing clitoris. She cried out. Peaches. <---===***===---> The orange glow of the setting sun lit the room like a huge bonfire, the light flickering, and shadows elongating. Sondra slept quietly, her head cradled in the crook of Alison's arm, her bare skin curled up against Alison, her blonde mane still slightly damp and smelling of peaches. Her breath was warm and comforting against the bare skin of Alison's right breast. Alison turned her head, feeling her hair drag against the softness of the pillow. Through hazy white gauze, she could see Mercury seated naked in one of the room's three chairs, her elbows resting on the windowsill. The girl seemed lost in thought. A fresh breeze fluttered the canopy, and Sondra shifted position slightly. She wondered where Josh was? What he was doing? Did she care? Anymore? She stared up at the canopy, its undulating whiteness soothing. The Dragon? Where was he? Surely he would return before the celebration. After four climaxes, not counting the hayloft, she didn't think that she could be aroused ever again, her body aching pleasantly, but satisfied. But there it was, a low heat down below her waist. She could see him, seated in her armchair, so far away, curled up, listening to her cry. So long ago, and yet, so close. She shifted her position slightly, pulling her thoughts from the Dragon. And she was surprised to realise that she was hungry. She laid back her head and closed her eyes, sleep not encompassing her, but the rest welcome. Presently, she felt Mercury's slight weight settling back into the bed beside her. "Celeste's rain caused a spectacular sunset," Mercury murmured. "That's probably why she did it." Alison nodded, opening her eyes. The naked girl sat easily on the side of the bed, the canopy wrapping itself around her nudity. Mercury leaned down and brushed at Alison's lips, igniting yet another tingle through Alison's spine. "Are you all right?" Mercury asked quietly. "Fine, now," Alison whispered back. "Crimson said that you needed Inverness." "I...I think that I did," Alison closed her eyes again. She felt Mercury shift to lie down on the pillow beside her. Mercury's breath caressed her cheek, and her fingers gently stroked the bare skin of Alison's shoulder. "It'll be dark soon. The celebration will be starting." Alison nodded. Her free fingers reached for Mercury, who sighed as they traced the curve of her breast. Mercury reached up and entwined her fingers with Alison's, stilling the touch. <---===***===---> (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. 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