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Subject: {ASSM} "Evocation" [Dancer] (MF giant pett oral rom humor viol)
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{ASSM} "Evocation" [Dancer] (MF giant pett oral rom humor viol)

Dancer 2001 (c)


Trefalgar
Inner Grove
===========

He unbuckled the shoulder straps of her back scabbard and caught
the sheathed blade as it slipped free, taking a moment to kiss
the left side of her neck below the earlobe. Kirsten stood on
tiptoe, flattening her hands against his massive chest and
humming. Jaeg deftly released the fastener of her hip scabbard
with his left hand and pulled it away from her body. "You do the
rest," he whispered into her ear as he stepped back.

"All right," she answered, waiting for him to prop himself
against the base of a nearby tree. She wiggled first her right
arm and then her left inside the voluminous sleeves of the Kelly
green overrobe. She lifted her arms out through the gilded veed
neckline and shimmied her hips until the material pooled in a
heap around her booted feet. With a swift kick of her left foot,
she flung it at him and it fell artlessly across his lap. Now
clad in Druidic fighting leathers dyed a drab olive and tawny
brown colors, Kirsten sauntered over to where her lover watched
and planted one boot heel against the right side of his
collarbone, balancing most of her slight weight on the other
leg. He grasped the back of her thigh and trailed his fingers
along the supple appendage down to the top of the boot. While he
held the heel firmly, she tugged her stockinged foot free, then
tickled the curve of his jaw with her hidden toes.

A growl rumbled up from the depths of his belly. He threw the
robe and pair of swords across his lap off and used both hands
to palm the filled leather seat of her trousers, yanking her
crotch directly to his mouth. She braced her hands against his
shoulders and giggled sexily at his impatience. "Tease," Jaeg
muttered harshly, then licked a broad stroke with his tongue up
the placket. The outfit she wore was loaned to her by another
female Druid and he wondered how upset Kirsten would be if he
shredded the crotch of the tight-fitting, borrowed bottoms with
his teeth. Instead, he nudged left-folded flap aside with his
patrician nose and set to work loosening the row of closures
with his lips.

Giving herself a mental shake, Kirsten stopped staring at what
Jaeg was doing and began to untie the knots holding her wrist
guards in place. The pair fell to the ground just as he started
drawing the waist down over her rounded hips. Her fingers
trembled with need but she breathed deeply to steady them and
quickly unknotted her jerkin, fumbling to get it off her torso.
Her trousers were around her knees and she struggled vainly to
kick the leggings off her feet. He slid his fingers under the
offending obstacle, yanked the bunched fabric over her foot and
took the stocking along with it. She leaned a free hand against
the trunk and whipped off her remaining boot, stocking and pant-
leg, which left her dressed only in a linen shirt. The straight
hem was long enough to cover her vulva from Jaeg's sight but
that was remedied soon as he raised the soft material upward.
Kirsten caught it and jerked it the rest of the way over her
head and arms. "Beautiful," he whispered reverently. "So very
beautiful." He brushed his mouth against the smoothness of her
mound. "And soft as well."

His reward was a shiver as he slowly kissed the shaven
plumpness, his lips dancing downward along the sweet folds
protecting her slick opening. "Oh God, oh God," she moaned and
shut her eyes to the delight he gave her body. He caressed her
stomach with his hands and lapped the tip of his tongue between
the puffy labia. They allowed his entrance, parting away at his
touch. Jaeg explored the tangy flesh with his lingual muscle. He
dipped and swirled it in, out and over the sensitive creases of
her inner lips many times, then licked up to the apex and found
the core of her desire. The tiny protuberance retreated when he
flicked his tongue against its tip but jutted out wantonly when
he shifted his attentions elsewhere. He smiled inwardly at the
shy, sexy behavior of Kirsten's clitoris and purposely ignored
the nubbin, rolling his tongue lengthwise and pushing the strong
muscle in her vagina. She yelped. He drove it deeper inside her
heat and tasted the trickles of honey running into his mouth.

She whimpered helplessly at his oralization. She gripped his
hair hard and thrust her groin against his face, endorphins
coursing through her blood as he brought her to climax. The
power of it made her cry out hoarsely, "I love you, Jaeg...God,
oh God, I love you!" The honesty in her voice urged him to give
her everything. Her slick button throbbed out her pulse when he
darted his tongue against it and didn't seek the shelter of its
hood. "Suck it..." Kirsten begged, reaching her right hand
between them and forcing her thick lips wide open with thumb and
finger. The maneuver exposed her clit fully and he pounced upon
the little nub with teeth bared. The sharp tips of his upper and
lower four teeth sank painfully into the tender skin surrounding
the treasure and he pursed his lips around it, sucking
zealously. She went stock still, her eyes hugely round and
glazed over in shock and she shrieked...and screamed...and
thrashed her whole body as she came. Jaeg tightened his hold on
her hips, keeping her pussy unmoving during her orgasm. When he
tasted the coppery hint of blood along his tongue, he stopped
biting and sucking her clit and settled into drinking and
licking the river of fluid washing over his face.

While he cleansed her slit thoroughly, he tore the laces of his
trousers apart and eased his erection free of the opening. He
pumped his left hand along the thickness and gradually pulled
his mouth away from Kirsten. "My turn," he informed his lover,
lifting his other hand to her nape and shoving her down. She
squatted over his prick as he directed, the mind-blowing orgasm
of seconds ago numbing her brain of coherent thought. Her limbs
worked instinctively as she rested her knees against the ground
to straddle him and guided his heavy arousal between her aching
thighs with one hand. The blunt tip slid easily inside her wet
cunt and she suddenly clawed her nails into the cloth of his
tunic, keening a throaty wail. Wrapping his arms around her
sweaty body, Jaeg hugged her to his chest and buried his closed
eyes in the veil of her red hair. Her channel quivered around
and adjusted itself to the largeness of his shaft, accepting his
entirety.

Neither moved except to suck in ragged breaths. Fleetingly,
Kirsten smiled at the fact she was able to take his long length
this way but not sprawled across a writing desk. She slowly
rocked her hips back and forth. It caused the end of his cock to
poke incessantly at her cervix, sending ripples of pleasure
along the nerve endings. The only sound Jaeg made was a quick,
squeaky inhalation through his nostrils before he heaved beneath
her and his cock erupted. Wanting him to feel what she felt
earlier, she moved her pelvis in undulating circles against him
and kissed his throat. "Yes, like that...no, wait," he mumbled
softly to himself, the short spurt of fire in his loins
dissipating just when he wanted to savor the feeling. He leaned
his head back along the tree trunk with a sigh, "Damn."

"Mm-mmmm," she hummed, snuggling the top of her hair under his
chin. "Couldn't hang onto that floaty, fuzzy feeling?"

Jaeg stroked one hand over the fiery tresses cloaking her upper
back and twirled the curling ends with his fingertips. "Next
time perhaps." His other hand scooted down to her bottom and
held her in place as he carefully rolled them over. Kirsten
whooped happily when the naked skin of her back touched the
grass, then groaned as he started making the proper adjustments.
He spread his bent knees apart comfortably and slipped his
forearms between her shoulders and the knoll, painstakingly
pushing the semi-erectness of his member in and out of her
channel.

She feathered her palms along the leather-clad bulges of his
biceps, her voice breathy as she asked, "Is thi-LOOK OUT!" She
heaved at his shoulders and gave him a strong shove away from
her. Taken by surprise, all Jaeg could do was pull out and let
her momentum send him tumbling into the tree. Something swished
up the length of her body where he lay a second ago and thumped
into the shedding bark of an old birch tree a dozen feet behind
her head. "What the fuck was that?!" Kirsten howled as she
rolled onto her right side and stared at the black hole burned
into the trunk.

"That, you fat sow, was the beginning," a sultry, feminine voice
answered. At the sound of the intruder, Kirsten sat up and
frowned as she watched Yaffa drop out of a hidden bower above
them, landing on the ground lightly. She sauntered over Kirsten
and lashed out a bare foot, kicking the other woman hard in the
ribs. Jaeg leaped to his feet and went to pull his sword.
"Naughty boy," Yaffa told him with a shake of her long, blonde
hair. "I've caught you with your pants down again.
Meetai...eskai...aldair!" She chanted quickly and waved her
hands high above her head, calling up a sunburst spell to blind
him. He bellowed like a wounded animal, clutched his burning
eyes and fell down to his knees. The goddess whipped around,
focusing her attention on her remaining opponent. "Have you a
counter-spell, piglet?"

"Ahhh...yes, as a matter of fact I do," Kirsten stated boldly,
then screamed, "HEEEEELLLLP!!!"


Druid's Grove
=============

Mark dropped the scroll he was reading at the echoed cry he
heard. He knocked over the chair he sat in as he shot to his
feet and ran pell-mell from the room, snatching up a
quarterstaff he'd found while searching the place. When he burst
through the magically veiled doorway, he ran into a portly,
older woman. "Sorry," he rushed to apologize.

"Forget me," she told him. "Take these daggers and go to the
inner Grove. They'll help Kirsten a hell of a lot more than that
wimpy staff." She shoved a black-clothed packet into his hands
and jerked his other weapon away. "Now go and try not to die."
He yipped when the woman smacked his butt with the flat of her
hand, then took off toward the stand of trees.


Sea of Edares
=============

Shalen winced inwardly at the screeching noise his queen's
talons made as they scraped across the stone battlements
protecting the northern castle wall. "My Queen," the chatelain
inquired.

Gerta relaxed her grip on the wall and willed her scales to lay
down. "I must leave. I have been called." She half-turned to
face him, saying, "Shalen, you are in charge of the keep until
my return."

"Your Majesty, this is unheard of," he huffed. "You cannot
journey without the proper guards and weather forecasts. The
hedge witches foretell of a storm approaching from the east..."
he trailed off at the unreasoning look in her slitted eyes.

"Yes, Shalen, I know," she replied, sighing. "But I have been
summoned by an old friend and I must go to her aid without
delay. An innocent's blood will be spilled if I do not fly
posthaste." Gerta patted her faithful servant's blue-green
scales and gave him a shaky smile. "If it would easy your worry,
send an armed, scouting party composed of the 101st airwing to a
village in the eastern hills called Trefalgar should you not
hear from me by nightfall." The male dragon inclined his snout
at her order and she understood he would obey. The calicoed
dragon Queen hopped onto an opening in the wall, unfurled her
gigantic, red-streaked, leathery wings and threw herself into
space. The ocean air currents caught her free-falling body
midway to the water and lifted her spread wings, letting her
ride the warm current.


Trefalgar
Inner Grove
===========

Kirsten flung out her right hand toward the Rapier, using the
power that bound them together. The blade whizzed through the
air hilt first and settled into the cradle of her closed palm.
Hopefully, her cry for help was heard by somebody... anybody...
and whoever it was would arrive really soon. Yaffa tossed her
hair over her shoulders with a yawn. "I don't believe it worked.
The Jaegreot is still blinded and howling in pain." She gestured
one hand toward the fallen Berserker king, clucking her tongue
against the roof of her mouth. "I think it's high time I killed
you, treehugger...Kaustos arwe!!"

"Shit!" Kirsten squealed. The flaming arrow exploded out of thin
air at Yaffa's calling and arced directly at its target:
Kirsten's heart. Moments before the spell pierced her body, the
Druid instinctively raised the Rapier and the arrow sparked
against the steel blade, causing it to glow white hot. The
goddess' casting evaporated soon after it hit the weapon and she
stamped a bare heel hard into the ground. Kirsten swallowed the
lump in her throat, then shook her blade at Yaffa. "Yeah, and,
ah, take that!"

"Errggg, -bitch-! You'll pay for that!" Yaffa shrieked angrily,
her creamy complexion starting to blotch pink. "I guess I'll
have to do this the old-fashioned way." She glanced up into the
treetops and whispered the words to an ancient come-to-me spell.
A sheathed broadsword fell out of the branches and landed at the
goddess' feet. She quickly grabbed the long hilt with both
hands, jerking it free of its scabbard. Yelling, Yaffa hefted
the mighty weapon up and swung wildly at Kirsten's head. Kirsten
parried the blow, using Yaffa's momentum to slide the other
blade along her Rapier. This caused the broadsword to bury its
sharp tip deep into the earth. Kirsten helped her cause by
bringing up one leg and rammed her shin into Yaffa's rear end,
which sent the blonde somersaulting over the stilled weapon.

Kirsten rolled on her side away from the woman and fluidly
sprang to her feet, remarking, "How's that for a kick in ass,
hmm?" Balancing on tiptoe, she readied her blade for the attack
she knew was coming. The goddess ripped the earthed broadsword
out of the ground and raised it in front of her slim body. Yaffa
projected her move as she lifted her left foot slightly off the
lawn and Kirsten countered the forward thrust, knocking the
heavier blade aside. Focused on defending herself, Kirsten
parried each blow aimed at her and did not realize Yaffa's
strategy until the cool, running water of the brook lapped at
her heels. The sensation shocked her, making her slip on the
algae-slick stones in the riverbed. Her feet flew out from under
her and she landed on her butt with a splash. D'Sheark'nmaur was
hurled free of her grasp when she hit the water. "Oh -fuck- me,"
Kirsten muttered as she watched Yaffa hoist her weapon upward,
the deadly point prepared to stab her vulnerable body.

In the scrub across the creek, Mark seized this golden
opportunity. He jumped straight up from his hiding place behind
the bushes and threw one of the daggers toward the pretty blonde
standing over Kirsten. The assassin's tiny sword zipped through
the air like a humming bird and it missed its mark by mere
chance as the blonde thrust her blade downward. The dagger
struck the back of her hand, piercing the tendoned flesh instead
of her throat. She howled, "Bastard!" and used her unblemished
right hand to fire a magic missile at him. Mark quickly dropped
onto his stomach and rotated himself along the ground away from
his previous position. The missile blackened the patch of grass
where he once stood. He silently thanked the gods for the narrow
escape as he lay on his back facing the sky when a dark shadow
loomed over him.

"Oh. Shit." Mark stated as soon as he identified the shape
against the clouds. A dragon, at least that's what he assumed
the huge, winged creature to be. He fervently hoped in this
world that dragons were on the side of good because there was
absolutely no way in hell that he could hurt it from this
distance.

"No fair!" Yaffa shouted loudly at Kirsten and flung her weapon
away hastily. "You can't bring a dragon into this!"

Kirsten rolled her eyes at the whiny behavior. "Spare me, Yaffa.
What do you want? A do-over?"

"Inej...styrian!" the goddess called out, clasping her hands
together. As a bluish smoke tinged the outline of her joined
fingers, Kirsten cast out a spell of her own to offset Yaffa's
ice storm but not in time. Yaffa got hers away just a hair ahead
of Kirsten and leveled it at the dragon flying above them. With
her sole intent upon striking down the newest player in the
game, she forgot totally about the dagger stuck through her palm
and how it would affect the enchantment. The navy blue stream of
smoke whitened to a paler shade, changing the spell slightly and
Yaffa was unable to call it back. In the midst of all this, the
spell blinding Jaeg had worn off and he scanned the area for his
lover. A roar of anger spewed from his mouth as he loped across
the yards separating him from the two women, his sword arm high
and ready to kill.

The dragon Queen glided along the air currents, waiting for the
right moment to swoop when Yaffa's morphed ice storm surrounded
her. A whirlwind of light, hazy steam enveloped her entire form
and the currents holding her aloft evaporated. Gerta plummeted
rump-over-tail toward the ground, her inner senses so badly
shaken that she couldn't correct her descent for the longest
time.

Mark peeked through an opening in the rogers shrubbery. The
blonde stared up at the massive dragon nose-diving out of the
sky. Kirsten struggled in the water to stand upright. And the
giant of a man Kirsten called Jaeg raced speedily toward the
ladies. He withdrew two of the throwing daggers from their cloth
case and lightly gripped the razor-sharp points between both
thumbs and index fingers. Leaping over the bushes and into a
clearing, Mark yelled, "Kirsten! Duck!" and let the pair of
daggers loose with flicks of his wrists.

It seemed that everything happened in slow motion to Kirsten as
she turned to get out of the way. She recognized Gerta a split
second before the dragon buffeted her in the shoulder with a
flap of her wing. The gust knocked her clear of the stream onto
the other bank. Kirsten saw two daggers slam into the back of
Yaffa's neck, sinking into her flesh to the hilts. The goddess
gargled a cry of surprise and clutched her bleeding throat with
her right hand as she leaned down to pick up her lost sword.
Then Jaeg came into the mix, Daywalker swinging out to cleave
Yaffa in half, but she somehow managed to get a hold of her
blade. The cousin broadswords clanged together resoundingly,
creating an extremely, high-pitched echo. Kirsten and Mark
clapped their hands over their ears to block out the noise and
closed their eyes instinctively.


The Room
========

Kirsten waited for several minutes, then slowly removed her
hands from her ears and listened. Silence. She sighed and opened
her eyes. She was back in the room where she entered an eternity
ago to play 'Baldohr Within' and across from her sat Dante
Plantangeant, Controller of the Maze. "What happened?" she cried
at him, confused. "Where is everybody? Jaeg? Mark?"

"You play the game well," Dante replied smoothly and gestured
toward the maps and tokens with an inclination of his head. He
glanced into her tear-streaked face, his gaze serious. "Almost
too well. One might say you have a vivid imagination."

"But-but it all happened! Honest!" Kirsten pleaded for him to
believe. "I was there!"

"Of course you were. Every player is to some extent." Dante
began gathering the pewter tokens representing characters of the
game and paused, rubbing the pad of a thumb along the legs of
one particular piece. He smirked. "I suppose you would like to
have this one as a memento?"

She bit her bottom lip and sniffed through her nose as she
reached for the miniature of the Jaegreot. "Please?" she
replied, swiping a knuckle at her damp eyelashes. He offered it
to her and she snatched it quickly, afraid he would take it
away. She studied the image of her Berserker king and smiled a
little at the bushy, unkempt beard covering his face,
remembering.


end


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{Editor's parting shot: But-but-but...shit - this is worse than
the famous "It was all just a dream" plot 'recovery' on "Dallas"
all those years back!  Oh, and if you have no idea what I'm
talking about, you're too young to have read this; I'm gonna
have to tell your parents now...}


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