Message-ID: <40299asstr$1041768603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: drakenblue@aol.com (Drakenblue) X-Original-Message-ID: <20030104223222.28739.00000585@mb-fv.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 05 Jan 2003 03:32:22 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Deathkiss (Fant F/F(?) Cons Snuff) Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2003 07:10:03 -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: gill-bates, dennyw This was the day She looked in to the stand she had built, to hold her last gift. A Gift to be given to a stranger. she looked around to see one last time the land she called home, and prison she thought on the old magic's cast to change the land here, the Eldar had thought that they were helping those who were not as they. But that magic they had cast, while extending the life of those not Eldar, also imprisoned them after a time, to leave would cause a painful, Twisting, Hideous death, one that shamed the Eldar. Her travels of youth had ended when she came here, Near death, the years it took her body to heal left her imprisoned here. So she had learned the art of the Eldar, and the D'war'h and man, and had created the gift so she could leave this place. She reached out one last time, said a prayer to the Goddess she loved, she was now the last living worshiper, Unwittingly the Eldar had seen to that, without realizing that they had given sanctuary to the last. Her Revenge had been slow and long in coming, and now the tribe of Eldar who had saved the last were gone. Soon, she would have no Goddess to worship, as her goddess wished to be relived of the burden that another had taken, and was granting the last its power to the creation of the gift. She looked in the mirror, touched the mind of the stranger that was coming, Calling her to herself, and changed from an Eldar to a Human, Walked to the stand and knelt over it, spreading her legs enough to expose her sex, then she reached with her power, touching the stand, causing the blade to glow with an inner light, lighting the unholy chapel where she was, Her chapel. Slowly the blade extended, not even pausing as it penetrated her sex, with a moan she felt the blade cutting the walls of her vagina and slit her clit, then press into and through her cervix she shuddered as the blade glided into her, then moaned as the stand penetrated her sex, opening her more than the blade had, her eyes opening in shock when she felt the kiss. and saw her Goddess in flesh, holding her, her beloved death, her beloved mistress of torture and pain, she felt her arms griping her as the blade rose, pulling her upright to prolong the pain. then the blade pierced her heart, her body convulsing in agony before the first orgasm swelled from within, her goddess holding her, forcing her to live just a bit longer, She smiled at her, and thanked her, the blade stopped rising, as she was now on her feet, her goddess held her lovingly, kissed her again, then forced her down the blade and into the spit, pulling her head back in time for the blade to push out her mouth, then touched her eyes If she could have screamed she would, the agony was so intense, as her soul was torn from the flesh and bound in the blade, all of her powers and knowledge and being were bound in it as she died. She looked down from the blade as he body slid down the stand, convulsing, soulless, dying, then rapidly aging and desiccated in seconds. she looked from the blade as her goddess slid it into the scabbard, the iron and silver binding that would blind her yet unfastened, she touched the mind of the one that was coming one last time, then she watched as her goddess, her mistress, her death, knelt before the Alter that held her body, drew the blade, chanting, then slashing her belly open, and fell, dying, waiting for the new Goddess of Torture and death to claim her. She felt her Goddess and mistress caressing her, then the chains binding her in the peace bindings . . . -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+