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Dearest Forevermore Ch. 1

By: Mark Anthony



Disclaimer:-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send any and all comments to actium31@yahoo.com. Specify which story archive where you found the story if possible, as some of my stories are posted on several sites. Any and all feedback is welcome.

Author's note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine. I chose not to include actual German dialogue since I do not speak the language (modern or medieval), and don't trust translation book/engines as far as I can throw them. This story has a more elaborate setup... but as they say, getting there is half the fun.

1. Morning

The sun rose early on the Rhine valley, the slumbering people of the nearby Brachendauch village stirring shortly after the rooster's call, as they have done for the past thousand years, to take to the vineyards all around the countryside. Wine, the prized industry of the region, had long ago made the fortune of noble families such as the Streinhens, whose castle still sat upon a hill, above Brachendauch, overseeing the majestic river.

The soft rays of morning brought light through layered openings of a wooden blinder in a room of the castle's east wing, rousing Emily Bryden from her restless sleep. The young woman shifted under the warm covers of the munificent canopy bed, an intricately crafted piece of woodwork, blinking and yawning before pulling herself up and about. Dark blond curls of long hair fell over her face, shoulders and neck, and she shifted to one side while her hand ran through the tousled mane. She repressed a sigh and slid off the bed.

Emily slowly walked to the window, her bare feet sliding across the soft carpet, the wood it covered creaking gently at every step. Her peach nightgown, somewhat ruffled by her incessant nocturnal stirring, hugged the delicate contours of her feminine form. Opening the wooden blinders wide, she breathed the fresh air deeply while the fullness of bright morning sunshine penetrated inside. Behind her, a plaintive moan rose from beneath the covers of another canopy bed, standing in a corner next to the fireplace. Both were now bathed in warm yellow brilliance.

Emily Bryden's delicate lips curved upwards in a slight smile.

"Wake up," she beseeched, whispering in a soft voice. She let her words hang in the air, preferring not to overstate the matter. Instead, she turned on her round heels and basked in the brightness, serenity replacing the memory of her troubled sleep. Emily Bryden quickly forgot about the world around her, and breathed softly, the invigorating air of the valley chasing away all of her anxieties. She secretly treasured those first few minutes of the day when she stood alone around a world still in torpor, and often felt free and able to do anything.

She was a shy and timid girl. She often raised barriers around herself that only the closest of friends had managed to breach. But never, it seemed, in those special moments of the quiet morning, when she could be herself without worry or care.

Liana Howard, still trying to fight off the inevitable, grumbled unintelligibly before giving up and flipping the covers over her face.

"That's it?!" she complained bitterly. "Wake up?! Not 'the castle is on fire!' or 'knights are storming the gates!'? Simply, merely 'wake up'?! Why couldn't it be a real emergency, just this once?!"

She tried her best to sound infuriated, but Emily giggled, stepping aside to let more of the sunlight in. Liana perked up at the melodious sound of her childhood friend's laughter, staring at the woman quizzically.

"You're in a good mood today" Liana complained grouchily. "I supposed you slept well."

Emily shook her negatively, though her smile still betrayed her complete amusement. "It's such a glorious morning Liana."

"You probably think I stayed up with that tall Norwegian, don't you?" Liana said reproachfully. "Don't even bother denying it, I know how you think under that prissy and inhibited carapace of yours."

"Honestly, I didn't," lied Emily, keeping her smile but blushing slightly. The art of cruising was a complete mystery to her, though she hardly thought striking up a conversation with a total stranger in a bar could lead to anything... serious. In truth, she found the notion slightly upsetting, despite the fact that her close friend was a self-professed master at it. The very idea of where such things might lead... with complete strangers...

She banished the thought before she finished it, staring up at the pattern of thick wooden beams that stretched above them and supported the stones of the ancient castle as if to implore God for patience.

Liana propped herself up on the bed. "Well," she said mischievously, "maybe we can meet him again tonight... I'm sure you'd get along with him fine."

She winked suggestively, and Emily's face turned bright crimson. Liana fell back on her pillow with an exasperated groan. Her shoulder length hair, with rich curls of bright red, spilled over the pillow. "Emily! What in heaven's name am I ever going to do with you? This is *Europe*! Land of Princes and Kings! Loosen up!"

It was well treaded ground between both of them, and much their mutual dismay. Emily was a beautiful, wealthy and sweet woman, yet she lived like a God-fearing nun secluded in a convent. Liana, on the other hand, was quite willing to enjoy the life of the nouveau riche girl, and had long ago formed the secret hope that Emily would find a prince charming to sweep her off her feet.

The casualty list of male suitors who had been shot down by Emily, Liana lamented, now spanned one ocean and two continents. Many had turned an interested eye towards the lovely lady, with her shy manners, endearing smile and air of graceful mystery, but as many had been rebuffed, gently but firmly. It was enough to drive Liana crazy, and she would have no doubt strangled her friend for it long ago had she not liked her so much.

Emily left her grumpy companion behind, fleeing into adjoining room in the castle suite, away from the trappings of medieval opulence, with its wooden furnishings, crafted period antiques and bright castle banners proudly displayed aside noble portraits and stone walls of intricate masonry. She stepped into a bathroom outfitted with all manners of modern amenities and comforts. Sliding the shoulder straps of her nightgown aside, she felt the material gently slide off her creamy white skin, instinctively wrapping her arms around herself in modest fashion while the air caressed her body, as if concerned that someone might be watching. Turning the faucets, she started the shower and waited impatiently for the water to warm up. Then, she slid her white cotton panties down to her ankles, stepped out of them and quickly slipped behind the barely transparent glass door and underneath the steady, relaxing stream of the shower.

Musings fled her mind as water washed over her naked skin, caressing her pert breasts, delicate shoulders, long legs, graceful hips and smooth face. Her rich dark-blond mane became slick against the curve of her back as she turned inside the shower, feeling the watery cascading down the arch of her spine and over the flesh of her round buttocks. Her hands raised and rested against the opposite wall while she leaned over, her lovely body massaged by the warm flow. Her pulse slowed as she immersed herself in the sensations. Erotic thoughts she usually kept on a tight leash rose to the surface of her brain, and she briefly thought of the Norwegian Liana had talked to late last night.

She indulged in such thoughts for a time, her nipples hardening as the contemplation of daring scenarios she otherwise never admitted to continued in her mind. Then, she quickly shook her head and concentrated on something else, as if afraid of treading on such ground.

She thought of the trip instead, of Liana's idea of celebrating their college graduation with a trip in Europe. Emily, who had gone once, long ago when she was young, had somehow found the idea of such an adventure shared with a friend appealing despite her traditionally timid nature, and had promptly offered to take Liana along free of charge, courtesy of a large trust fund left by the legacy of her immigrant grandfather, who had come from Britain to make a fortune in the new world.

Being the good friend that she was, Liana had argued against it, despite the fact that Emily could easily afford to take them both there, and both friends had finally agreed that Liana would pay for the plane tickets while Emily paid for everything else. Liana Howard's family, though not as affluent as the Brydens, was up-and-coming, and she could well afford the double fare. As for Emily's part of the bargain, with a chunk of her family's fortune already at her name, she had promised Liana only the best of Europe's high class accommodations.

In truth, Emily found Liana to be the perfect travelling companion for her, despite the crazy stunts her friend often pulled in full view of the public. A secret part of her was hungry for that hilarious brand of chaos that Liana had provided in her life since they were little girls, though she rarely admitted to it. Her parents had long ago considered Liana a 'bad influence', and had tried to steer her away from the turbulent child, but Emily had never cared for it. It had been on of those things in her life she had not compromised on, and she was glad of it.

Since the beginning of the trip, Liana always managed to mingle with millionaire playboys and foreign corporate executives with an ease and confidence that Emily secretly envied. The girls had stuck together thought, Liana seldom leaving her friend alone for long, giggling as she sneaked off with her her, leaving yet another flabbergasted rich boy behind, like a serial Cinderella.

Emily sighed and cut her shower short. Stepping out, she caught a glimpse of herself in steam- blurred mirror. The well kept figure, lovely cheekbones, smooth skin and engaging pale-blue eyes... she briefly pondered the puzzlement of her companionless predicament, the apparent conflict of her looks and personality... the unfathomable reasons of her deeply reserved nature, at odds with a nature-given form which attracted suitors left and right...

Emily Bryden lamented privately, eyes downcast, and then stifled a yawn as she dried herself with a long beige towel. She wondered why she had been so restless these last few nights.

2. The Tower

With all the countryside day trips they had taken, Liana and Emily had scarcely taken the time to properly visit the place they were now staying in-Streinhenburg proper. After a quick continental breakfast served with Earl Grey, in a sumptuous hall located in the west wing, the two friends decided to take the tour of the castle.

The visit began at the foot of the castle keep, in the large courtyard surrounded by stone battlements. The day was bright and sunny, and all of the tourists, which included a few British, French and Americans, were in good spirits. Emily, who had developed an interest in History during her studies, was curious about the past of this large castle. Liana's interest, though not at all academic, was nevertheless genuine, and both were looking for some breathtaking views once the tour started.

Streinhenburg, an old Frankish castle seized by German lords in the tenth century, was rebuilt with a mixture of late Romanesque and early Gothic styles. Resting on a hill overseeing the Rhine, the fortified stronghold had quickly become the pride and joy of the Streinhen family, which took control, as early as 1231, of the flow of trade on this portion of mighty river. The castle coffers had filled as tolls had been levied, under the looming shadows of cannons trained upon the waters; few medieval merchants or church boats had been able to pass without paying their dues.

So well had Streinhenburg been fortified that, in all of its years of existence, it had never once been stormed by enemies, commercial, secular or religious.

The group followed the guide after the brief introduction, and they entered the castle gatehouse, which stood to the northwest, climbed a spiral staircase to the ramparts above, and to a breathtaking view of the green valley through which the blue waters of the Rhine flowed. On the way, the guide recounted many anecdotes relating the history of the Streinhen family, which was practically rooted in every stone on which they walked. Emily listened intently to tales of the family feud with House Schtaffen; of Karl the Strong, who raided the countryside with Prussian knights to fight against the heathens Saxons; of Markwald Streinhen, the cunning merchant who had insured his family's eternal financial security through cutthroat tactics and aggressive business ventures; and finally, of Boris the Ox, who it was said drank more wine in a single night than a man of sound and strong disposition did in a whole week.

Emily and Liana lagged behind the group for a while as they continued to walk along the battlements, fresh air blowing in their faces. They moved East towards the smallest of the four main towers. The guide proceeded to describe its main features, mentioning that the spartan accommodations one could find within the confines of the tight cylindrical construct had probably been used by soldiers as barracks.

Liana, who had remained silent for a little while, walking aside her friend with fists jammed in the pockets of her Benneton windbreaker, suddenly scoffed under her breath,.

Emily, who had been listening intently, turned to her with an inquiring eye. "What?" she whispered.

"Not barracks" Liana stated simply. "It's a prison."

Emily stared at her for a moment, not quite understanding. "What do you mean?"

"It's a prison" Liana repeated, her frozen gaze fixated on the tower. Her voice sounded, at least to Emily's ears, hushed and dazed.

"'Was'. You mean it *was* a prison, right?"

Liana remained mute, staring straight at the metallic pinnacle which served as ornament on top of the tower. Her face was totally devoid of all expression.

The guide turned an inquiring eye towards the lagging pair, and it was immediately obvious to Emily that he had overheard her last comment. He seemed a bit surprised.

A nearby tourist, who had also heard, piped in. "Wha-is she right?" he asked in unaccented English, pointing with his thumb, over his back. "Was it a prison?"

The guide shifted hesitantly. "Well... We have a team of historians and architects who have come to the castle to study certain aspects of the construction" he explained, turning back to the group. "All we know for sure is that the tower was constructed in the early 1100's, but has it's interior extensively restored around 1380. Before that, it served as a keep... but one of the members of the team working there said he found evidence of reinforcement in certain walls which were original to the construction and thinks the East tower may have played the role of dungeon or prison of some sort."

He glanced suspiciously at Emily, obviously wondering how a tourist knew the latest on unpublished research conducted by the on-site experts.

Emily was in turn staring at Liana, this time with a befuddled expression, wondering what to make of her friend's sudden exact knowledge of historical architecture.

She shook Liana once, as the guide dragged the rest of the group along for the next stop. "C'mon, Liana" she hissed, "the tour is continuing."

Liana stood, transfixed.

Emily shook her harder. "Liana!"

Liana blinked and suddenly stared at Emily in alarm. "Wha-?"

The two friends looked at each other for an instant. Liana's sense of alarm was replaced with a puzzled expression. Emily, on the other hand, was clearly concerned.

"Let's catch up to the others" Emily said, wondering privately what had just happened.

3. Afternoon

The tour ended with a visit to Drachen tower, and a commentary on the outer architecture of the castle proper, which stood close to the inside curve of the south-east wall, some 70 yards between the two bottom corners of the slightly odd rectangle made up by the erected battlements. The imposing structure of the castle, with its fortified walls and narrow windows, now served as one of the most luxurious medieval- style hotels in the region, fully capturing the look and feel of Medieval Germany.

As soon as the tour finished, Emily and Liana followed the tourists down a passageway inside the rampart, and through to the castle. From there, the group separated, with the two friends heading back to the dining hall reserved for residents of the hotel, in the West wing. They were greeted politely by the Maître D', who smiled happily and quickly led them to a table.

Emily had shrimp salad bread and white whine, while Liana went for a slice of rare veal and a glass of red.

Any meal served in the dining hall of Streinhen was one that had indisputable romantic and historic flair, the surrounding tables of solid, varnished oak illuminated by a multitude of lights from the elaborate chandeliers suspended above. Assorted heraldic symbols amd banners hung on all four walls, fooling the casual, first-time observer in thinking that little had changed here over the last 800 years. The impeccable quality of service and the promptness of the staff further contributed to give the clientele a sense of belonging, perhaps even the illusion of being part of a family of noble blood.

Liana was fairly silent, which seemed unusual to Emily. The latter was herself lost in thought, this morning's peculiar exchange arousing a sense of apprehension for reasons that seemed both illogical and wholly evasive. Emily was accustomed to Liana's outgoing personality, her sharp wit and snappy comebacks, her tendency to make a statement that would have everyone around her gaping with their mouths hitting the floor... but the episode near the East tower was of a utterly different nature. Despite herself, Emily was rather preoccupied by the whole thing.

"Hellooo?!"

"What?" Emily uttered, snapping back to reality.

"I said 'do you want to try some of this?" Liana repeated, holding a forkful of veal. "Tender enough to die for!"

Emily shook her head, wondering why she was making such a big deal out of this. She scrutinized Liana from the corner of her eye, trying to put a finger on what was suddenly so different about her.

Liana was, by all means, a beautiful woman, with a fiery temperament that naturally matched the bright red of her hair. She kept it shoulder length, in a pageboy cut with layered contours which followed the shape of her gentle, oval face. Her bright green eyes and roguish smile had a striking quality, and her slightly upturned nose gave her a bit of an aristocratic air which was only reinforced by her natural confidence. As for her figure, it had been made supple through years of competing in high school gymnastic championships, and had lost none of its gracefulness-Liana had taken up dancing as a hobby to stay in shape. She exuded sensuality, and enjoyed the attention it got her.

They continued to dine, conversation slowly becoming more lively. The atmosphere certainly was conductive for such, and both women were soon drawn, once again, to comment on the fabulous surroundings. They then discussed plans for the afternoon, and opted for a walk down to Brachendauch village, followed by a stroll along the riverbank.


Dearest Forevermore Ch. 1



The sun was still shining as they left the castle, and they walked down the stepped incline chiseled out of the mountain rock itself, circling around the rising cliff on which the main structure was perched, down to the green forests which surrounded the base of the hilltop. The path Emily and Liana took there snaked in and out of the woods, finally emerging in the idyllic town of Brachendauch, with its old plazas, stone fountains and medieval residences delighting sightseers. Many of the good-natured villagers had taken up the tradition of dressing in period clothes, which further contributed to making the surroundings part of a bygone epoch. They greeted the tourists with warm smiles and always taking the time to stand with them for a picture. Liana jumped at the opportunity several times, smiling for Emily as she took pictures of her next to medieval barons, knights and servants.

It was a carefree and enjoyable afternoon for both of them, followed by a quiet walk along the banks of the mighty river. Emily remained silent for the most part, taking in the sensations and committing the picturesque sights to memory, while Liana, though animated and perky, nevertheless found it in herself to be somewhat more reserved than ordinary. They both returned castle as the sun was setting, tired but contented.

Emily was entirely convinced she wouldn't have trouble sleeping that nigh.

4. Troubling Visions

Darkness whispered at Emily's soul while she dreamed.

The confines of Streinhenburg had grown menacing in her slumbering fantasy, the interior stone walls and arches fusing and morphing into horrifying shapes as she ran madly forward, seeking to escape the grip of an unseen, ghostly presence. She was barefoot, with only a translucent nightgown to protect her from the cold air, and was frantically searching for a safe place in which to hide. She heard menacing voices echoing around her, plaintive wailing and distant screams which chilled her to the bone. The corridors loomed ahead like a fearsome labyrinth, everyone of them haunted by the tormented spirit of the dead.

Emily fell hard on the cold stone floor as she turned a corner, and looked beyond to sizable but empty hall. The passageway ran for many meters ahead, with regular geometric apertures at regular intervals on the left side of the facade. Pillars jutted on the right, with intricate carvings in the stone of a frightening, lovecraftian quality. The exit, at the far distant end of the terrifying colonnade, loomed tenebrously, appearing to the fearful Emily as a departing ship would to a drowning sailor in the middle of the ocean.

Only the light of a full moon, shining rays of pale white-blue through narrow windows, illuminated her path, slivers of illumination appearing as ethereal hurdles on the extended path to safety. Emily allowed herself a quick look behind her before trying to quickly get to her feet... and was instantly frozen by the image of a ghostly figure, drifting around the corner and coming to rest above her.

Her blood turned to ice.

The pale woman's long, open dress hid little of her generous figure, her ethereal bosom bare, wisps and strands of immaterial clothing wrapped around her narrow waist, her shoulders and her arms. They seemed to dance lightly in the same intangible, non-existent wind which appeared to sustained her in the air. Her flowing hair drifted in the breeze, locks parting to reveal a gentle, if cold visage.

In a terrifying instant, Emily recognized the ghostly apparition before her as that of Liana.

Her panicked scream was cut short by the sound of her friend's haunting voice. Liana spoke to her in a strange tongue which seemed to drown out the lamenting voices. The ghostly figure communed with her soul as the pallid lips moved. Somehow, Emily she could understand the gibberish, making sense of the strange words...

"Anna... my beautiful... we are together... once again..."

With but a single whisper, Emily's world had suddenly capsized into a strange abyss.

Fear ebbed from her trembling body, replaced by a inexplicable warmth and sense of well being that began glowing from deep within her. Her hysterical breathing slowed, as did her galloping pulse. A trance was coming over Emily, and she seemed unable to resist, allowing herself instead to slide deeper and deeper into it.

The ghostly Liana, with her long hair and hypnotic eyes, floated nearer, and finally hovered over Emily, a strange glow surrounding her translucent, elegant form. Her deeply mesmerizing whispers caressed Emily's soul into subservience, replacing fear and dread with a sense of love and rapture. The gothic surroundings of the cold, damp castle halls became irrelevant, not the scene of a frightening apparition but of an irresistible, strange seduction. Emily sat up on the stony floor, obeying the silent will of the mysterious force which now held her enthralled, and parted her knees slowly. She felt a draft slide up the gaping opening of her nightgown... felt the night air sliding up her thighs and caressing her bare pussy... felt her own heat and wetness kissed by the bewitching breeze.

The ghostly Liana only smiled as she floated closer, her pale and beautiful face smiling a secret smile. Emily's mind was enraptured, spellbound by the woman's eyes, by her silent voice. A tiny part of her mind was drowned out by voices that assured her everything was as it should be, and she found herself believing them. Her fingers gently pulled back on the smooth fabric that covered her legs, and the hem of her nightgown slid up and over her knees, revealing her bare thighs and pussy.

She glanced down at herself, saw her own seeping wetness in the pale moonlight. Images and urges flashed inside her brain... strange, alien impulses and cravings were pulling her soul in every direction at once.

Liana spoke again as her hand reached out... "Oh Anna... how I've longed to touch you... how long I've waited..."

Emily felt a burning love and desire as Liana's slender fingers gently brushed against her sex. Her legs trembled at the cold touch, but shivers of passion ran up and down her spine at the strange sensation of semi-ethereal caress. Liana's fingers brushed her again and again, teasingly, enticingly. Stroking her wet slit...

"You are mine... mine for all time..."

A name rose up in Emily's throat even as the pangs of pleasure ignited inside her. She didn't realize it until it had escaped her lips. "Oh! Kristin! Don't stop!"

The ghostly Liana's smile grew as she hung motionless over Emily, who was utterly bewitched by her sensual touch. "Yes... I can see you are beginning to remember... Do you want to be with me, Anna?"

Emily was almost beyond voicing a coherent response, her pussy on fire, quivering as she was meticulously caressed...

Liana?... Kristin?... Both? Neither? It was unimportant-her touch was the only thing in Emily's universe, sending waves of intense pleasure rippling through her body and soul. Her legs were spread, like those of an obedient slave, her cunt stroked by a ghostly apparition. Her mind was reeling, her growing sexual excitement crushing all reason...

"Yes! Oh Yes!"

"Do you want to be with me... Forever?" the ghost inquired nicely, even as she inserted a pale finger deep inside Emily's pussy.

Emily cried out as the orgasm exploded within her, suddenly and violently. She arched her spine as a wave roared up through her body, her head falling backwards, her voice now speaking her mistress' will... "Yes! Yes! YES!!! FOREVER!!"

The climax was easily more powerful than anything she had experienced through a handful of maladroit and restrained sexual encounters, and raged inside her being like a storm for long minutes. The instinctive realization that her heart was slowing as the waves of pleasure began to subside was a secondary thing to the ecstasy she had been allowed to experience, and to the promise she now intended to keep. She fell back on the floor, only dimly aware of her ghostly lover's sensual touch, her heart's beating becoming dangerously irregular, her breath shallowing...

She *would* be with Liana... with Kristin... forever...

Emily woke with a start from the dream moments before the instant of death. She was in her bed, drenched in cold sweat. It was the middle of the night.

She suddenly realized the hysterical scream she was hearing was not her own, but Liana's.

5. Illusions of normalcy

Emily stared at her breakfast without appetite; the tightening knot in her stomach had not subsided. The fear she had experienced last night had stiffened her feminine frame, and her striking eyes betrayed consternation that seemed at odds somehow with the lavish, gothic surroundings of the romantic castle inn. Her head was down, long, smooth curls of blond partially hiding her concerned expression and flowing over her shoulders, down her beige sweater. She had stroked it vigorously in the morning, feeling the urge to brush and brush while trying to keep the memory of the disturbing happenings of the previous night out of her mind.

The dream alone she might have been able to handle. It was an easy rationalization, especially for someone as reserved as she: her subconscious had obviously roamed in strange and distressing territory, but it hardly constituted or supported conclusive proof of strange, aberrant inclinations. Here, in the semi- crowded dining room of the castle inn, in the light of mid-morning, the vividness of her nightly vision seemed to be just what it was: dreamlike, improbable.

Certainly. Without question.

But Emily's long legs, wrapped in tight-fitting wool slacks, crossed and twisted around each other as she thought of the instants that followed her sudden awakening from the dream, of Liana's screams and of her friend's sobbing, panicked apology for endangered her life. Emily, still shaken from her own nightmare, had still managed to make her way to Liana's bed while ignoring a disquieting wetness between her legs, to hug her friend and comfort her as best she could. It would only be later, when Liana had returned to an uneasy slumber, that Emily had remembered the wording of her apology, and realized that in her panic, Liana had called her 'Anna' twice, and had begged her forgiveness for taking her soul into the afterlife.

The meaningless phrases had suddenly made sense in Emily's eyes, and she felt sure that she and Liana had shared the same dream.

"Hey! You started without me!"

Emily looked up, startled. Liana stood next to her, smiling broadly. Her friend's red hair freely, and it slid loosely over the tip of her shoulders. She wore a black sweater with loose wrap skirt and belt buckle, certainly well enough to draw the attention of all of the males in the dining room. She stepped over to the chair next to Emily's and gracefully sat down, crossing her supple legs under the folds of the patterned skirt.

Emily's voice failed her for a split second.

"Where were you this morning?" she finally asked, her eyes unable to leave Liana's. There was something strange and new inside them, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. An alarming voice inside her head shrilled a warning.

"I got up, silly! I decided to go for a walk around the castle since you were still napping."

Emily tried to wrap her head around the concept of Liana waking up before she did, but failed.

"Your hair's..."

"-different, yes. It was bit straighter after I showered. I feel like such a free spirit wearing it like that!"

She shook her head right and left, letting the rich hair rising and falling smoothly back into place. She giggled as she did so, seemingly happy for no reason at all. Emily's eyes went wide as she suddenly flashed back to her nearly forgotten dream, and saw Liana for an instant just as she had appeared to her during the night, with longer hair and a haunting smile.

The cacophony of alarm bells ringing in her head were drowning out the noises around her. Liana sat before her, but some crazy gut feeling was playing tricks with her perception and trying to tell her otherwise.

Liana pointed a finger at Emily's plate, and the untouched eggs and toast of her continental breakfast. "Mind if I help myself?"

"Go ahead" mumbled Emily, "I'm not too hungry after last night."

"What? You didn't sleep well?"

Emily looked at her blankly.

"No... pretty much the same as you, I guess."

It was Liana's turn to give her an odd stare. "What do you mean? I was totally out of it. Slept like a *baby*, the first time in a while, and boy did I ever need it!"

"What do you mean like a baby?! You woke me up screaming in the middle of the night!"

Liana, who had begun chewing on a piece of toast, froze. Her expression clearly betrayed uncertainty, and Emily realized that her friend was seriously wondering if she was putting her on.

"What nightmare? I don't remember any nightmares..."

Emily's stomach turned and twisted. Her breath froze in the throat. She suddenly felt ill.

Liana's hand gently rested on her knee as she drew closer, a concerned expression on her face. "Emily, Is everything alri-"

Emily yelped and jumped back. The chair slipped from under her and she landed on the floor, trailing most of the tablecloth-and the silverware that rested on it-along with her. The sharp clash of glass, metal and food toppling on the hard wooden floor echoed loudly in the dining hall, startling the various hotel patrons who were also having breakfast.

Liana was instantly at Emily's side, trying to help her up. "Geez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Emily turned beet red as she stood up, aware of the whole room staring at her. A waiter started scooping up the mess while another addressed the two women in shaky English, asking if they were hurt.

Emily shook her head, deeply embarrassed and in great need of fresh air.

"Let's get out of here" Liana offered, leading her gently by the hand.

As they left the dining hall, Emily furiously replayed the moment in her mind. The slight touch on her knee-and the shift of color in Liana's eyes as she did so...

Not the dark green she was used to, but a shade of blue very much like her own.

6. The diary

By early evening, Emily even found it in herself to joke about it.

Liana had suggested an excursion in the nearby vineyards shortly after leaving the dining hall, and the prospect of spending the afternoon outside appealed to Emily greatly. They took the rented BMW, Emily forsaking the driver's seat in order to calm herself down. Liana, despite being somewhat of a crazed driver, assured her that she would get them both there and back in one piece. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, as they left Streinhenburg and drove together through the scenic forested countryside, Liana joked much as she always did, which made Emily smile once again. By the time they had arrived to Brauch's Vineyard estate, Emily was breathing easier, relieved to see that the 'old' Liana was back.

The afternoon turned out to be a lot of fun for both women. After sampling some of the wine and touring the gigantic, damp cellars where classic cuvés fermented and aged, Emily could barely remember the troubling events of the morning. Certainly the apprehension she had felt seemed silly, unfounded even. She had even glimpsed into Liana's eyes when her friend wasn't looking, and found them to be of the right shade of green, exactly what she had expected to see.

The pair followed guides, joked with fellow tourists, and Liana even found the time to flirt with one of the handymen working on the vineyard. It was like their old days in college all over again. They left in late afternoon, heading back to the castle Inn, delighted with the way the day had turned out.

Pangs of trepidation did manifest themselves in Emily as the car drove up the rising path that lead to Streinhen, no doubt revived by the recognizable, gothic silhouette of the castle, but they were soon chased away by Liana's constant, whimsical chatter. They parked the car in the small lot within the castle keep, strolled across the courtyard and into the main entrance of the castle, up the grandiose flight of stone steps and through the ornate granite arch which served as the main entrance to the castle proper. The pair lingered in the hall beyond the doors, standing for a moment while Liana's eyes trailed off to the nearby cocktail lounge.

"Geez-there you go again!" Emily complained in a mock tone, playing the part of the prude as she had so many times before.

"Ya gotta play the field to score in the game" Liana retorted in a southern accent, which left her giggling. Emily joined in, in an effort to play down her 'part'. A passing bellboy gave them a funny look.

"I'm beat, Liana. Mind if I catch some shuteye before dinner?" Emily finally said.

"Sure. We'll grab grub later."

"Grub" sighed Emily. "The Inn's dining hall is flanked by a four star restaurant staffed by a Cordon Bleu chef, Liana. They *don't* serve grub."

"Sorry, I meant chow" Liana said with an incorrigible smile.

"If you order ketchup, I swear I'll kill you" Emily warned her with a finger. "Eight o'clock fine?"

"Sure. I'll see what I can do about bringing company."

Emily silently moaned and dearly hoped she wouldn't. It seems she didn't have the patience to spend an evening with Czechs students who had learned all their English reading Playboy and Sports Illustrated... although as she proceeded up the flights of stairs and to her suite, she almost felt aware of another, reason, stronger but more evasive, buried deep inside her psyche.

The sun had set behind the valley, and the evening darkness had crept into the suite. Emily stripped down to her bra and panties, and put on a large T-shirt that fell to her mid-thighs, figuring she could always change into something formal later. She glanced at the two spacious beds in the room, and briefly remembered the events of the previous night. It felt like the whole thing had taken place over a week ago, and Emily wondered just how much of it wasn't half-twisted by her then-groggy state of mind. She turned to make her way to the bed and stopped, catching a glimpse of something resting on the oak desk which stood next to the window.

It was an old book that she had not noticed before, left behind either by Liana or one of the cleaning staff. On the left was a stack of brochures and tourist info accumulated by the traveling pair. Next to that was a candle, propped on a silver holder. Curious, Emily took three steps and peeked under the cover of the book.

The jacket was leather-bound and dusty. The pages were yellow, and creaked as she turned them; they were not made of paper, the surface being rougher to the touch. Each sheet was adorned with elegant handwriting; though there was an unusual flourish to it, Emily nevertheless recognized as Liana's.

Somewhere along the line, Emily's creeping feeling returned in the pit of her stomach. This time however, it was short lived, vanishing almost instantly.

The young woman barely registered alarm. She scarcely heard the click of the door locking itself behind her, or noticed the sudden flame which conjured itself up at the tip of the candle's wick, lighting the pages of the book enough for Emily to read, bathing the rest of the room in a soft, orange glow.

Drawn up in the words of the diary, she slowly sat down in the chair, her eyes never leaving the page which she had begun to read.

She failed to realize that the writings, though in medieval German, made perfect sense to her.

Stop

7. Mirror's image

Streinhenburg, fifth day of February, 1303

She searches for me at every opportunity, but the words I long to say escape me every time. My mouth closes, as is Father's wishes. Count Schtaffen remains at odds with our house, and nothing in Heaven and Earth, short of God's word will change it. If Father only knew what thoughts haunt my nights... those hours of the dark when the only thing I see in my dreams is the image of her face... I fear to unburden my soul to anyone save her... even to brother Hilmund, especially after his frightful pursuit of the wicked in the village earlier in the year, when envoys from Rome traveled these lands on their way to deliver yet another papal decree to the Emperor. Methinks brother Hilmund may see in me a touch of the devil graces, and God help me if he suspects thus. May the Lord forgive me for my impertinence, and for all the rests of my sins. I would confess all of them gladly, I would accept the sins of the entire world for her, if it would redeem our love as the savior redeemed mankind upon the cross.




Dearest Forevermore Ch. 1



It cannot be a sin. Nothing so beautiful, nothing so sweet and pleasant and blissful can be sinful! My heart is pierced as with a lance every time I catch a glimpse of the castle where she resides! My soul flutters away on angel wings whenever I received another of her ardent letters! How can I muster the strength and will to burn them, for fear that a squire or servant may bring them to Father, who would see only wickedness? I cannot abandon her sweet words to the flame, and thus must live in fear... but only when they are away from my eyes, and do not chase away the darkness as I quietly read them, over and over, under the dancing flame of the candle. Though every line is singed into my mind, though her voice whispers at my soul at all times of the day... to touch the folded surface of the parchment on which she has scribbled her professions of love is enough to fill my heart with greater and greater longing for her... release comes only at the witching hour, as my hand travels lower and elevates me to heavenly bliss.

Joy like a thousand doves fluttering high in the azure sky! Ecstasy as divine as eternal life's rest for the righteous and chosen of God! I have known pleasure beyond imagining, in her arms instead of a knighted suitor, with no desire or will to throw myself away from her tender embrace. Surely nature intended this, surely God would not have permitted delicate, righteous women to seek each other thus! How can the devil, with all his tricks and wicked machinations, summon feelings of such purity and loving enchantment as those that well inside me when I stare into her adorable eyes? We have, neither of us, known the intrusive pain of a man's organ-how can ladies of honor true be then beguiled by Beelzebub?

The fiery memory of our first meeting, far away in the valley, of our first kiss, under the ancient tree that lies three leagues east of the riverbank, of that first time when she spoke a language unknown to me, worshiping my body with her lips, stirring a strange and consuming passion I had never imagined existed... Anna, oh sweet Anna, how the days and nights seem long without you! Would that we could ride horses to the nearest port and sail for Byzantium, and escape to the faraway lands beyond it! Father can only speak of war against other houses, and of the day when he will spit on his enemies' bones... His desire to give me away to a noble knight will eventually kill me as surely as a thrust of his sword, but I dare not tell him anything.

I can only wait... and dream of Anna. She, too, is promised to another, a count or duke or some other her Father has approved of.

God help me, what is to become of us then?

8. The second dream

Emily stirred and rose from the soft, wool-patted mattress, glancing weakly around her, trying to recognize the unlit surroundings. She slipped down from the bed and felt the cold night air about. She shivered slightly as she glimpsed out the open window, the sight of the pale glow of the moon arousing memories of a past nightmare.

Her breathing halted for a split second. She instantly realized she was dreaming once again... but the awareness of it did not chase away the insubstantial world around her, to deposit her once again back in her bed.

Emily's naked body was covered a light white sheet, a thin cloak which wrapped around her neck and espoused every curve of her skin, covering her bosom, waist and legs while revealing the supple nature of her bewitching physique.

A strange lethargy had come over her. Knowledge and realization of her situation came readily, but not the panic she could have otherwise expected. Emily's tranquility, by her own cognition, was unnatural to be sure, but a part of her seemingly in control welcomed it.

Her eyes grew accustomed to her dark surroundings, and she noticed the opulent character of the decor around her. This, she guessed, were the trappings of her castle suite as they once appeared, hundreds of years ago. She slowly made for to the heavy paneled door, opened it, and peeked outside, with growing curiosity for the strange and unfamiliar surroundings.

A stone corridor stretched left and right.

Emily suddenly heard the voice calling out to her. It had been for some time, but she realized she had not clearly heard it until she had opened the door. With scarcely a thought, she slowly strode out into the corridor, and to the right, her feet brushing against the tiles of the cold floor, enraptured by the Lorelei- like voice that was singing her name.

She turned around dark corners, stepped down narrow spiral staircases, the voice patiently chanting its bewitching melody. The strange call, unmistakably feminine, seemed to confuse two names as it continued... 'Emily'... 'Anna'... as if they were both one and the same...

The gentle fabric of the cape tugged against her body, her skin warm despite the nightly draft which blew along the corridors. It pushed the garment against her feminine curves, tracing the outline of her body, the shape of her nakedness rising out of the soft folds.

The voice was growing louder, clearer with each step... calling out to her...

She came at the end of a passageway and penetrated inside a banquet hall she had never seen before, a long and deserted room illuminated by a series of bright torches hung across the length of a far wall. In the center of the room rested a heavy table which stretched from one end of the hall to the other, a crimson velvet tablecloth covering its rectangular surface. Two chandeliers of crafted silver adorned it, adding to the enchanting brightness by bathing the immediate area in an eerie golden glow. They were the only features upon the table. Up on the adjoining walls, heraldic symbols we displayed, shields, swords and lances and other proud symbols of a reigning house seemingly still in residence within the castle...

The chanting stopped.

Emily glanced about, her eyes filled with calm serenity, much like those of a hypnotized subject. Her lips parted softly, her voice calling out in a imploring tone.

"Kristin... dearest... where are you?"

The name was familiar on Emily's lips, though she had only once spoken it, in the nearly forgotten dream of the previous night. Familiar... and dear to her in ways not easy to express.

She took long steps, the folds of her cape parting ever so slightly as she strode forth, revealing a glimpse of her warm flesh. Her expression saddened as she looked about, unable to find the source of the sweet voice that had called her here.

"Kristin... please..." she beseeched, "come back..."

Emily neared the far edge of the table. Her finger lazily stroked its surface, the softness of the tablecloth brushing against her fingertips .

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt palms clasp her shoulders. Hands... caressing her skin through the fabric of her cloak.

Emily slowly turned to face the person behind her, her smile growing as she did. She beamed when her eyes finally contemplated the lovely, graceful woman who stood before her.

Kristin... and Liana... both and the same. And yet not. The same sculpted face... the same haunting eyes... but different in many ways.

She wore a simple robe, though it was certainly belonged to an ancient period. Her eyes were pale blue, the same as Emily's. The rest of her oval face appeared identical, though the tender smile Emily saw directed at her was unlike any she had ever seen coming from Liana.

Her hair was longer, falling just under her shoulders. It was of the same lovely red, though it fell straight back, and a jeweled ferroniere, its red ruby shining in the candlelight, wrapped around her forehead, holding the crown of her hair in place.

A loving warmth invaded Emily's heart. Her cheeks flushed. Her pussy throbbed, already slick with juices, begging to be touched, stroked and licked. Her breasts grew sensitive, nipples stiffening painfully, poking through the folds of the thin fabric which wrapped around her.

Kristin's hands slowly caressed their way up and over the shoulders... slowly stroked her collarbones, feeling the warm skin. They clasped at the base of Emily's neck, fingers gently wrapping around, losing themselves in the long strands of blond hair that fell down her back.

Emily's heart was pounding inside her chest, like the drum of an unstoppable army marching on the battlefield. Her whole body was tingling, her mind loosing its perspective as she lost herself in Kristin's eyes. Rationality made a final, desperate attempt to work out the significance of the situation, before crumbling under the sensual assault.

She collapsed into a lustful sea, surrendering to Kristin... to Liana.... to the feelings which now coursed through her.

Kristin's fingers rose gently, tracing up her neck stopping at the jaw line. Warm, delicate, gentle, brushing her skin.

They slipped higher, gently cradling the sides of Emily's face, drawing her nearer. Kristin's lips were parting... Emily's heart fluttered like that of a frightened rabbit

She rose to her tiptoes as she gently parted her lips and kissed the ghostly baroness which had summoned her in this dream to make love to her. She closed her eyes while she followed Kristin's lead, savoring the strange new sensation of the sapphic kiss. It was an intoxicating experience which soon had her reeling , her wantonness growing, the desire to taste her lover exploding inside her. She thrust her tongue forth unabashedly, seizing the initiative, French-kissing the woman as she had never dared with any man before.

She still felt Kristin's hands on her, caressing her delicately, touching her arms, sliding up the contour of her breasts, stroking her nipples through her nightgown, sending warm, fervent shivers of forbidden passion raging through body. Her knees were shaking, a mixture of residual fright and unbound excitement welling inside her. She leaned forward, kissing Kristin deeper and deeper, as if trying to drown herself in an ocean of passion.

Their seeking tongues roamed amorously together, Emily's blood burning in her veins. The folds of her cloak finally parted, and sweet Kristin's soft hands started to caress her naked skin. She felt Kristin's agile fingers slowly massaging the firmness of her breasts, while her yearning intensified with the probing of her tongue deep inside the other woman's mouth, sliding in and out, past warm lips, dancing an erotic ballet as they intertwined together.

They broke the passionate kiss at last, Emily gasping for air as she leaned back against the edge of the heavy table. Kristin smiled a gentle smile, her hands still kneading her darling's bosom. Her index and thumb occasionally rose to the tip of Emily's nipples, pinching gently once or twice before sliding back over the firm roundness of the breasts. Emily could only sigh in helpless contentment, unable to believe how aroused she felt, how wonderful and liberating it was to be ravished thus by this seductive apparition.

Warmth seemed to seep from Kristin's fingertips, spreading through her breasts and body, filling her with a sense of euphoria. She sighed and moaned as Kristin's mouth descended upon her right tit, and kissed her nipple lightly. Then, slowly, Kristin's tongue gently slid over and around it, which instantly sent new, sharper, more intense shivers of pleasure coursing through her subservient lover. Pursing her lips, Kristin began suckling passionately.

A sharp cry rose from Emily's throat as she flung her head back, her breathing ragged. Kristin was taking from her. Be it essence, life, or a fragment of her very soul, the ghostly woman now nursing at her breast was consuming part of her, a process which battered her psyche with the most incredible torrent of sexual pleasure she could imagine. Any fear or thought of death, of fleeing Kristin's dark embrace was annihilated as the apparition continued her gentle sucking, Emily's pussy seeping juices and throbbing in desperate need of relief.

Kristin finally drew her head back slightly, and looked up. Emily's glanced down at the woman leaning before her, and mirrored her wanton smile.

"Beautiful Anna... will you be mine once again?"

Emily's answer was immediate, like that of a dutiful servant. "Yes!"

"Will you be mine... forever mine?" Kristin asked, with a hungry stare that melted her heart.

Emily answered with a lustful groan.

Kristin's mouth slowly drew nearer to her other breast, her tongue running over her lips. Emily cried out as her mind once again reeled under the sensual assault, her mind overcome by the glorious passion that was burning her up. She was dying... but she would be with Kristin... forever...

She collapsed back on the table, legs dangling for the edge. Her breath had shallowed, her skin had cooled... Kristin had drawn sustenance from her... a smile of pure bliss gracing her soft lips. Emily felt Kristin's warm fingers parting the folds of her pussy, she spread her knees weakly, feeling the curls of her darling's soft hair sliding between her thighs.

"Suck my cunt... make love to me with your tongue" she whispered feebly.

Emily felt Kristin's lips kiss her wet slit slowly, amorously, felt them brush against her budding clit. She squealed, urging her on, feeling the warmness of her soul seeping away...

"Please... suck my pussy... quickly..." she begged with utter abandonment

Kristin's tongue slid past her pussy lips effortlessly, and Emily found the strength to cry out as a sharp jolts coursed deep inside her. She felt the last of her energy draining away, seeping as the juices flowed from her open cunt, drenching Kristin's lovely face. Her eyes closed as she lost herself in the heavenly sensations of her lover's worship of her cunt... the orgasm detonated within her as would an exploding star.

Kristin... my love... forever...

Emily's thoughts jumbled and tumbled as she felt the darkness wrapping around her... its cold arms engulfing her...

To Be Continued...



Dearest Forevermore Ch. 2



Disclaimer:

-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send comments and feedback to actium31@yahoo.com. All of it is welcome. Author's note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine.

Synopsis: Strange incidents are occurring at Streinhen castle, a German Castle turned Inn on the banks of the Rhine; Emily is plagued by dreams where she is ravished by a ghost who bears a striking resemblance to her friend Liana...

9. Awakening

Curled up in a ball beneath the covers of the bed, Emily Bryden was afraid to get up.

She hugged one of the three pillows resting on the canopy bed, clutching it against her body like an anxious child would a teddy bear. In her mind, disturbing imagery flashed on and on incessantly. Closing her eyes as hard as she could, she tried thinking of something else. But the thoughts continued to taunt her, and the heat radiating from her sensitive box served as a cruel reminder of the very real hold they had on her. She felt tears of desperation rise up, but she somehow could not bring herself to let it all out.

She eventually roused from the bed, walking about aimlessly on the carpeted floor, her solitary sulking darkening her mood further. She spared a glance at Liana's undisturbed bed, and felt sudden pangs of worry and confusion squeeze her heart. Emily had the strangest feeling, like something had happened to her.

As much as she didn't want to confront the strange dreams that had haunted her throughout the night, she still very much wanted to make sure that the central figure in all of them was safe and sound. Surely there were no sexual implications in that, were there?

Emily left for the bathroom and showered very briefly, as if the mere fact of her nakedness might spur more of the strange urges and feelings she was attempting ignore. She made sure the water was cold, and fought to stay under the icy stream as if it could wash away all of her dark, sensuous thoughts. Much to her chagrin, she felt a brief rush of arousal as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, water dripping from her curvaceous body, nipples stiff from the frigid temperature of the shower.

She instantly chastised herself, wresting with that elusive part of her subconscious which had signaled her body to react with pleasure at the sight of her nudity.

I must be losing my mind, she thought.

Minutes later, Emily strode into the suite, and sat on her bed, wrapped in a silk, navy-blue kimono. She stared blankly at the window and the green hills beyond it. It was ten, perhaps eleven in the morning, and sounds from the busy medieval town in the valley below reached the top of the cliff where Streinhen castle rested. Emily carefully stepped into that dangerous part of her mind which contained her memories of last night, thinking hard of that last moment when she was fully aware and conscious.

Her eyes wandered to the desk beside the window where she remembered reading the diary. And there did the old book, with its brownish, musty cover, sit.

She shivered involuntarily, and fought the urge to panic. 'It's only a book', she repeated in her mind over and over. Yet the memory of how it had drawn her into the dreamtime was surfacing, and with it fear and incomprehension.

The white candle which had burned next to it had melted down to a fraction of an inch, a hardened puddle creamy wax now resting on the varnished surface. Emily's eyes shifted between it and the diary with mixture of dread and frustration. She felt thorn between getting to the bottom of the mystery which had so disrupted her life, and retreating to the safety of the castle lobby, filled with plenty of modern-day, real-life tourists who had nothing to do with ghosts and outrageously libidinous dreams.

Emily sighed heavily, trying to exorcise her fear in a single long breath, assembled her courage, stood up and walked over the desk. She reached for the diary hesitantly, opened it and began quickly flipping the pages. She punctuated her glimpses through the worn yellowing pages with long glances outside the window, hoping to shake any influence the book might have on her frail psyche by concentrating on something else every couple of seconds. But it quickly became evident that daylight chased away any such power the diary might have, and Emily found she could easily look away from the ancient scribbling whenever she wished. Furthermore, no strange apathy came over her. Moments later, she began flipping frantically though the personal journal, desperately searching for answers.

10. Kristin's Diary entries

Anna, oh sweet beautiful Anna, how I long for thee! Those few precious moments during the Barons' feast, where we managed to elude our respective sentries to share a blissful embrace! I kissed thee, kissed every part of thy lovely body, and still thirsted for more! How can I live without knowing such pleasure everyday and every night? I have no choice but to crave thee, crave thy soft touch in every waking moment of my loveless, unhappy existence! Why does Father pursue his vendetta against thy family? Why did my heart find such love, and deny me the right to live it freely, under the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars? Why must I suffer thus?

Father was wounded yesterday by vile retainers of Count Schtaffen who had cornered him while he hunted for sport with his usual entourage. He has professed vengeful oaths anew, to destroy the Count's whole family line, words which have only drowned my heart with further sorrow. Dear Father, how I love thee, but please do not pierce my heart with the sword that would fall upon my pretty Anna!

I feat Brother Hilmund has begun to suspect strange goings on between our house and Schtaffen's, and I fear that he might be onto the secret I share with Anna. Precautions must I now take that this record of my most secret thoughts be not discovered by prying eyes. I have kept this diary in a safe place, but prudence counsels that I remove it to another safe place as the seasons change. God forbid he summons my Father to voice concerns real or imagined!

Sweetest, most consuming of passions! A kiss from thine lips, Sweet Anna, is enough to rouse me from death's embrace and fill my heart with incandescent joy like the phoenix which rises from the ashes at the moment of rebirth! Though the master of the guards appointed by Father sought my person for a day, he will not speak of my momentary vanishing after I have instructed him so. Surely the threat of my Father's wrath at having lost his precious daughter in a street full of commoners is enough incentive to keep that secret to the grave. If only he knew what pleasures I partook in his absence, if only he suspected the joy his dereliction has bought for me, thought furtive and ephemeral it felt to my restless, loving heart! Anna, I would risk the entire world for an hour at thy beside!

I have tasted and kissed thee, Anna, but wish above all to hold thee in my arms, hold thee as man holds wife, with love and contentment! Rumors of an impending visit by questing knights in search of brides to marry fill my soul with dread, but a look in thine eyes chases all away, replacing it with hope for a future hat must be shared, if need be, in secret. I pray that none will come to my Father's door, claiming hospitality and the hand of maidens to carry off to their lands. I pray for a continuation of our love, eternal as the flow of the Styx, the rising of the sun, and the shining light of quixotic moon in the cloudless night sky.

Cruel Fate! Cruel Destiny, Chance and Circumstance! A fortnight ago, a man clad in armor and bearing the sword and standard of the Heimdall line shouted for servants to accommodate him after a night's ride from Boerhen. Seeking an audience with my Father, he forthwith demanded the right for my hand, in accordance to the Germanic tradition, providing proof of his line's ascendancy over numerous baronies and villages stretching from the banks of the Rhine to the Frankish lands. Father has agreed, on conditions that remain unknown to me, and I have since exiled myself in my chambers, refusing admittance to all but lowly servants.

Father is upset, and I can sense an ominous nervousness in those few servants who bring me food, and beg for me to acquiesce to his demands. I fear that my days may grow short indeed, but I cannot will my heart to cease loving Anna anymore than I can agree to marry this beastly man who seems to thrive of murder and blood, suffer his invasions upon my person or spawn his sons into this world.

Emily reached the last page of writing, all of the rest unadorned by the Germanic writing. She pondered the meaning of the few entries she had just read with apprehension, the unmistakable ominous tone of the final entries arousing worry. There was a fleeting impression as she gazed upon the pages once more, as if she were remembering elements of an old fairy tale she had heard as a child. Somehow, part of her mind told her she knew the details of this strange tale, though she could not readily summon a specific memory of it.

She blinked in a heartbeat, perplexed as she focused on the last line of writing in the diary. Suddenly, the awareness came that every word on the page was transcribed in medieval German.

In a quick motion, Emily snapped the old book shut. The heavy thump echoed in the large suite, and a dusty smell filled her nostrils. She threw it back violently upon her bed, and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Strange dreams, weird tales of Gothic lesbian affairs, seemingly ancient diaries written in arcane tongues-yet easily readable by 21st century contemporaries... it was all too much.

She looked about, cursing inwardly for the hundredth time and wondering where Liana had gone!

She reached for her suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes with sudden and furious energy. Though shy of nature, Emily Bryden prided herself on being able to exert a surprising force of character when the situation called for it.

One way or another, she was going to get to the bottom of all of this.

11. Ghost Tales

Emily caught sight of the tour guide standing nonchalantly the Inn lobby, and signaled him at once with a gesture of the hand. He waited patiently while she joined him, next to a stone support column which rose and vanished up into the high stone ceiling above.

"What can I do for you miss...?" the guide asked, with a hint of recognition that Emily knew went back to their own visit of the battlements two days earlier. He paid attention to the fact that the woman wore a dark green wrap skirt and a snow-white shirt with supple cuffs, chastely buttoned up to the collar. He could not help but paused briefly to admire her beauty, her blond hair tied back in a simple but stylish knot, her shapely figure graceful and poised. But her delicate features were marred by a disarming look of worry that found its purest manifestation in the deep blue of her pretty eyes.

"Bryden" she stated simply, in guise of introduction. She stared at him resolutely, but her embarrassment was clear when she resorted to a hushed tone. "I was wondering if there's ever been reports of... strange events occurring in the castle?"

He looked at her mutely for a moment, scrutinizing her. "Uhh... define 'strange'" he whispered, his voice uncertain.

Emily sighed, and resigned herself to a more direct approach. "I... heard rumors that this was a haunted castle. Two tourists were talking about this incident that transpired here in 1967 or something..."

"I'm afraid I haven't heard anything of the sort in all my years here Miss Bryden."

Emily mustered up all the disappointment she could and let it rise up in her eyes as she pouted. The man's discomfort at disappointing the young woman was immediately, painfully evident.

"Ah," he quickly added, "Well... although I don't *personally* know of any strange happenings here, I know of a local legend which finds its origin in a tragedy which took place at the beginning of the fourteenth century."

Emily's eyes betrayed her sudden, grave interest. Her hands clasped the man's arms urgently. "What tragedy?!"

Passing tourists turned their heads towards them while the echo of her exited voice traveled down the corridor.

"Uhm, you understand" the guide began, his voice still hushed, "that the details are sketchy at best, since reliable accounts have been either destroyed, damaged or lost through the centuries. The gist of it, however, is that the daughter of Markwald Streinhen, the most powerful robber baron of the region, died in unfortunate circumstances, sometime in 1305."

Emily swallowed hard. Her mind worked furiously, one part assessing the truth of the story the diary had partially revealed, the other thinking back to her thoughts and impressions in the dreams that haunted her nights.

"What kind of unfortunate circumstances?" she said, pressing the guide.

The man's eyebrows shot up, conveying his bewilderment at her apparent agitation. "Some surviving records imply that a knight who had sworn allegiance to an enemy of the Streinhen family may have killed her purposefully, but that seems doubtful since Marlwald was the most established and powerful local authority of the region at that time. Moreso even than the old Count Schtaffen, who was his chief rival. In fact, historians believe that this story refers to the murder of the Count's daughter, not Markwald's. The former was old and frail, and evidence suggests the murder of his daughter may have been carried out at Streinhen's behest."

Emily's whisper was like the cold breeze on an icy lake. "Anna..."

The guide nodded curtly, his eyes gazing to the firm grip she held on his arm. "Yes, Anna Schtaffen... you have studied the local history then?"

Emily fired back with a question of her own. "Kristin... Kristin Streinhen was the daughter of Markwald, wasn't she?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"How did she die?"

The man frowned as Emily's hands squeezed his arm desperately.

"It is believed that she threw herself from the East Tower and into the precipice below. Since then, popular myths have propagated stories of her ghostly presence within the castle walls."

Emily Bryden nodded curtly and finally relinquished her hold on his arm, obviously shaken by his response. He began mouthing some kind of an apology as he rubbed the sore limb, but she merely gave him a stunned look and silently strolled off, her hands dangling loosely to her sides.

12. Searching

Liana had pulled a perfect disappearing act.

Emily would have been fuming had she not been so concerned for her friend's life. The guide's words were an forbidding omen, a tale that rang true in her mind and soul. On a very basic, almost unconscious level, she hardly even questioned the possibility of having fallen, along with her friend, under the spell of a ghost intent on toying or using them. The rational part of her mind, which began at once to attempt to figure out where Liana might have gone, concluded that it was best to operate on the assumption that she *wasn't* going mad, just in case there was, in fact, a ghost haunting the castle.

In her heart, a more serious battle raged. Buried beneath the fear and worries stirred a strange, fascinatingly new perspective; a key had turned in a locked door, and it had opened ever so slightly. Emily Bryden has banished the thoughts from her mind consistently, but they just seemed to crop up in her mind again and again. she could not deny the reality of her multiple climaxes in the last two nights, no more than she could ignore the acute sensitivity of her breasts, thighs, pussy - practically her whole body. But the truth of her sudden, hidden yearnings seemed too shameful a concept to sustain prolonged scrutiny in her own mind.

As she attempted to draw information from the castle gatekeeper who had seen Liana drive off in the rented car that very morning, as she quizzed the morning busboys and waiters in the dinner hall for clues as to her friend's destination, Emily fought not to think about those enthralling nights past, of their unreal yet exciting quality... when she had experienced the soft, intimate touch of another person

She had been certain of her instinctive distaste of male companionship, but the absolute bliss she had experienced in dreamtime now pointed to a new path. If the focus of her search for Liana was aimed at warning her of the dangers of staying in Streinhen, and of initiating immediate departure from the premises for another place to reside in for the night, then why was her heart pounding faster every time she visualized her friend's face? Why was a subtle current running up her legs, converging in her womb, sending delicious, forbidden thrills through her body, making her sigh despite herself?

All avenues save the involvement of the Hotel and police personnel were exhausted by mid-afternoon, the staff wondering if she wasn't loosing her mind after she had questioned a sizable lot of them on anything from her friend's whereabouts to the possibility of the castle grounds being haunted. Emily retreated into a lobby, defeated, and slumped in a cozy leather chair, feeling the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

She felt isolated, alone, and powerless... turbulent emotions raging inside her... struggling to breach the surface of her quiet, reserved facade.

"No!" Emily hissed to herself, alone in the richly decorated salon. She breathed deeply, focused on the moment, and felt strength and determination flooding back within her. Her arms clasped around her shoulders as she hugged herself for comfort. This situation called for firm resolve, and she was bent on to living up to her untapped potential.

She made for the main Hotel lobby, next to the administrative offices. Once there, she called a clerk and requested that reservations for two be made for a nightly stay at the Hotel Richtoffen, roughly twenty seven miles downstream from the castle.

"Certainly madam," the clerk responded, in perfect English. "May I ask for what day?"

"Miss, actually" Emily snapped, sharper than she intended. "Reserve for tonight. I'll be leaving as soon as my friend arrives, hopefully before nightfall."

The dark-haired man's expression grew troubled. "But surely Miss has heard the reports?"

Emily gave him a blank look.

He frowned, his bushy eyebrows coming together. "A bad storm will be hitting the whole region before sundown-a regional warning has been issued. With muddy, unlit country roads between here and Richtoffen, it would be extremely dangerous to drive."

Emily fought for control of herself and succeeded, her facade remaining untroubled. She slowly turned, in a rigid sort of way which the clerk found a bit upsetting, and walked away without saying another word.

13. Stormy horizons

The whole sky was ablaze with blue lightning by 5 PM. All shutters in halls and suites were closed, except in the newly renovated sitting room of the West wing, which had a thick panoramic window that could easily withstand the high winds and torrential downpours, offering a spectacular sight. Emily had crawled into a heavy black leather chair not unlike the one in the lobby, facing the large pane of glass and the gloomy rage of the elements beyond. She still nursed the same drink, one hour after a waiter had brought it to her.

Outside, under a dark sky, wind blew fiercely and rain poured down violently upon the forested valley below. For the thousandth time, she glanced towards the large outside corridor -- the main hallway that lead to the luxury suites Liana would have to pass through in order to get back to their shared accommodations. For the thousandth time she sighed in desperation.




Dearest Forevermore Ch. 2



The situation outside was becoming truly bleak. Emily began to wonder if anyone could drive back to the castle in this kind of weather. Maybe Liana was hurt, or stuck on a road somewhere. Where had she gone?

Maybe she wasn't coming back.

Emily chastised herself for her dreary thoughts. This place, with its gothic charm turned threatening, was truly beginning to get to her. She had been psyching up for another night in Streinhen, but she had problems handling the idea of Liana being hurt or gone.

If only she could show up, Emily thought, it would almost be enough for me to spend a restful night.

Though the possibility of disturbing dreams haunting her had worried her greatly this morning, it was nothing compared to finding out that something had happened to her childhood friend.

She curled as the heat of a blazing fireplace nearby reached her and provided some comfort, her eyes still travelling back and forth between window and corridor. After a while, she motioned a waiter, ordered a second martini, and then changed her mind, asking for a triple shot of brandy.

The sitting room remained uncharacteristically deserted for the next two hours, as blackness seemed to engulf the valley, occasionally punctured by streaks of electrical fire striking down from the wrathful heavens.

14. A love greater than dreams

Emily made her way to the suite, slightly drunk and very worried. The ambient air felt oppressive to her, as if the cold humidity of the outside made it difficult to breathe. The door to the room loomed ominously, but she had finally exhausted all of her patience as the hour struck eleven PM. Alcohol sat heavily in her otherwise empty stomach; she had lost her appetite sometime after breakfast this morning.

All she could think about was Liana.

She entered the suite, closed the door behind her and hesitated before locking it, as if it might keep Liana outside in case she returned. She leaned forward, in the darkness of her surroundings, her forehead resting against wood.

She began to weep.

It was some time before she noticed the gentle glow that barely illuminated the antique room, but she grew rigid the moment she did and instantly spun around, her heart pounding frantically. The light came from a single candle on the desk, in all ways identical to the one that had burned itself out the night before. Shadows danced on the wall closest to her, but she couldn't see clearly through the penumbra, beyond the circle of light.

Her heart jumped into her throat when her eyes, growing used to the dark, focused upon it.

The shadow laid upon Liana's canopy bed, resting back on stuffed pillows. Emily quickly wiped the tears of grief from her eyes as turbulent emotions cascaded inside her: fear and relief fought for control.

"Li-Liana?" she asked, in a shaky voice.

The candle flickered and glowed brighter for a second while the name hung in the air, and darkness seemed to withdraw just enough for Emily to accurately glimpse the reclined form of her friend, under a thin bed sheet. She noted the soft curves and outlines of her female shape through the hugging, flimsy white material, while something inside her stirred.

The playful giggle she heard from the shadow had a strange resonance to it. Then, the unmistakable sound of Liana's voice, speaking in husky tone and with the trace of an undetermined accent, reached Emily's ears.

"I fell asleep waiting for you..."

"Liana," Emily interjected nervously, "Where have you been? We have to leave this hotel right now!"

Thunder and lightning exploded outside, filling the room with streaks of blue light which flashed through the cracks of wooden blinds behind the window and glowed menacingly against the opposite wall. The cavernous echo, resonating half a second later, made Emily jump. The light of the candle almost flickered out, as if an unseen, unfelt gust of wind had attempted to snuff it out.

"Why do a thing like that?" Liana asked, with a trace of what might have been amusement.

Emily's heart was galloping inside her, her blood racing madly through her veins. "We have to" she implored, while alarms bell rang in her head. "This place isn't safe for us."

Her frustration grew intense, and brought her a step closer to panic. She was suddenly acutely aware of how silly her 'evidence' would sound to another's ears, yet one look across the room was enough to fill her with anxiety. But other feelings were struggling inside her... with fear came the dim awareness of powerful emotions rousing themselves once again.

As if reading her thoughts, Liana's arm crept out of the shadows and ran deftly over the empty space beside her. "Mmmmmm... why don't you join me in bed instead? I always wanted to make love while a thunderstorm raged outside... it would be soooo romantic..."

Emily felt butterflies in her stomach, and swallowed hard despite her parched throat. Strength left her legs for a moment, and a flurry of wicked through penetrated into her conscious mind. She pictured herself in the large bed... Liana's soft naked body pressing against her own... and could only shake away the compelling vision by shaking her head from side to side. Her erect nipples brushed against the material of her bra and shirt, while a wet spot appeared on her skirt, some of its loose folds caught between her long legs.

The invitation seemed so natural and innocent... what would it be like to making love to another woman? To hold her and touch her, not in a short-lived dream but in the present reality?

The fearful part of Emily's being reasserted control instantly, and she took a step back, trying not to succumb to the powerful urges. Her breathing became short and rapid and her eyes were shifting tensely about.

"Don't leave, Anna my love,... you know as well as I that you don't really want to..."

Emily tried to pry her eyes away from the bed as Liana propped herself on her elbows, emerging from the dark like a siren. Soft candlelight bathed her in a warm glow, a sight which suddenly punched right thought to Emily's longing heart. The slim bed sheet fell to one side, revealing the contour of her friend's soft, naked breast. Strands of Liana's beautiful, long crimson hair fell around it, but Emily found herself most fascinated by the powerful, unearthly gleam shining in her friend's haunting eyes.

"My... name... is..." Emily stammered, her mind filled with strange, eerie thoughts. She wasn't even sure of her name anymore, as if Liana's voice was enough to fill her with doubt. A strange force was whisking away her identity, but that was quickly becoming unimportant to her. What only mattered where the feelings she had long harbored for her beautiful companion. Her hands clenching into fists, and it suddenly occurred to her how sweaty her palms were getting. Her stiff nipples yearned for attention, her dripping pussy begging for release... thoughts twirled in her mind, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate.

"Anna... please... come to me..." the seductress whispered from the bed, with a sultry edge to her voice.

Emily merely moaned, disoriented and extremely aroused.

"Anna..."

Emily haltingly repeated the name, like a child learning to read... "Ann... Anna... Anna..."

The covers flipped away and Liana arose, serenely crawling over to the corner of the large bed on her hand and knees, like a cat nearing its unsuspecting prey. Emily did her best to remain in place, but appeared drunk and unable to stand motionless. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were frozen upon the bewitching spectacle of Liana's nude form emerging completely from the darkness, the glow of the candle making her smooth skin appear golden.

"Why don't you come over here... sit beside me..." Liana urged the woman tenderly, her enthralling voice slowly drawing Emily further into complete submission. "You know you want to Anna... you've yearned for it for so long..."

Emily's eyes continued to roam across the gentle curves of Liana's feminine body, examining the abundance of her hair -- now falling far down her back - and the firmness of her orbed breasts... her wanton desire for the Liana was like that of a vampire emerging from century-old torpor, a deep craving left unsatisfied for centuries...

"Kristin..." Emily whispered feebly.

It came out almost like a plea, a timid cry for help from a young and delirious little girl. It brought a wicked smile to Liana's lips... to whoever or whatever now resided inside her body and orchestrated this extraordinary, sensual seduction. But it hardly mattered any more, it was all irrelevant... Emily was unable to look or run away. She stood transfixed, reduced to a quivering, lustful reflection of her own repressed urges... She was fighting a part of herself, but knew deep down that she couldn't and didn't want to win.

Liana's lecherous grin grew as she positioned herself at the edge of the bed, kneeling upon the mattress, her ass an inch above her ankles, her thighs far apart. Her hand idly slid down her smooth belly, towards the dark triangle of her bush.

Emily gasped in surprise when she felt the ethereal, erotic caress of the invisible hand through her skirt and panties.

Liana other sighed in response to her quarry's panting. "There... doesn't it feel good? Just as it did during our long nights together... when kisses and caresses that expressed our love in ways words could not?"

Emily's knees came together promptly, but the sensations were unrelenting. She felt the gentle hand cupping and stroking her flooding pussy, the rhythm of its lewd caress matching the movement of Liana's arm as she masturbated herself up on the bed.

Liana bobbed up and down, her thighs parted, her naked form arching as she pleasured herself with rising, consuming rhythm. Her breasts shifted as she moved, nipples protruding. The throaty moan which arose from deep inside her was joined by Emily's own lustful response, a passionate, inarticulate cry of complete surrender. Liana smirked contently at the realization of her absolute control upon the woman, while her fingers parted the slick, pink folds of her labia. She brought the other hand down, taking the time to wet her fingers with her own juices before caressed her budding clit.

Emily instantly lost her footing and fell on the floor hard as the sharp, electric sensations exploded inside her own pussy. "Ugggghhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh God!!"

Her body quaked fiercely as Liana continued to ravish her through this mystical, unfathomable fashion, and her fists clenched, nails digging into palms, while pure throbs of raw pleasure coursed deep through her entire being. Her long skirt was hiked up, her slender thighs spread wide, her chest raising and falling with her frantic breathing. Her white panties were soaked through, and appeared almost transparent as they tightly covered her soaking slit. Emily looked up to the nude figure Liana, still kneeling on the bed above her like a sapphic queen in all her fearsome beauty, and felt the last remnants of doubt, fear and resistance vanish as the titanic orgasm loomed.

Liana simply moaned as she herself neared climax. With both hands now working furiously, one spreading her pussy lips while the other pumped fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, she looked down at her helpless prey driven mad with lust, and cried out as she crossed the threshold.

Both women screamed as one when the climax overtook them. Liana's back arched impossibly, her heavy breasts thrusting upwards, nipples hard as marble. Her thighs shook violently while the rumbling orgasm rose inside her like a tremendous, overflowing fountain. On the floor, Emily's hips bucked forcefully while she thrust her head back, eyes glued shut while the fantastic eruption of ecstasy overpowered all other sensations for seconds which seemed to stretch on to infinity.

The air was filled with the smell of hot, wet pussy, the mutual orgasm refusing to subside. Emily's world seemed to shatter under the strain, and she finally collapsed on the floor, her sweat-soaked shirt sticking to her hot skin. She was delirious with joy, and privy to a new, irrefutable truth which had come to her in the fiery instant that had preceded the pinnacle of sexual pleasure she was tumbling down from. The tremors had not yet left her weak legs, nor had the throbbing deep inside her soaked cunt. She now yearned for Liana with all of her being, and her body demanded more. She very slowly picked herself up from the floor, still quivering, her face now a reflection of pure lust and love like she had never experienced before. In a swift motion she took off her shirt, and deftly reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it all fall to the floor like discarded trash. Her beautiful tits hung free in the night air, her fair skin flushed in the wake of the incredible! climax..

Liana beamed in the wake of the glorious orgasm they had both shared as women, and she gracefully sat back into the warm, soft covers of the bed, her eyes never leaving Emily. Her legs shifted under her and came to rest forward while she laid back, arms resting to her sides. Her bosom was still heaving, and the beautiful mounts of her breasts, slick with sweat, rose and fell in the dancing shadows of the flickering candlelight.

She closed her eyes, and a blissful smile adorned her sweet face, but it grew even as Emily walked over to the bedside and her gentle hands reached out to caress Liana's tits. It was as if she could see her through closed eyelids, and regarded Emily's gesture as a foreseeable inevitability. She sighed approvingly as she felt Emily's fingertips stroke her breasts, rubbing the perspiration that pooled between them back into her sensitive skin. She could *feel* Emily's fascination with the twin orbs of exquisite, firm flesh through her curious, deliberately slow touch, and finally opened her changed deep-blue eyes to gaze into Emily's.

She was leaning over Liana, close to the edge of the bed. Her skirt hung loosely around her round hips, as if desperately hanging on. Abandoning her sensual exploration of Liana's bosom, Emily straightened up, brought her hands to her sides and deftly slipped her skirt and panties off in a single motion. They fell to her ankles, forgotten, and she stood above Liana in all her glory, a naked priestess on the bedside of her amorous Goddess. With sensual grace, she calmly, willingly climbed into bed, the excitement of her immediate urges tempered by the cognizance of her boundless love for the other woman.

"Anna... my sweet, beautiful Anna..." Liana whispered in an other-worldly voice, shifting on the pliant mattress to accommodate the other as she came to rest, laying on her left side, the two facing each other.

Emily felt the soft caress of her friend's hot breath upon her cheek, oblivious to her slip of the name. A tremendous rush of anticipation swelled inside her as she felt Liana's hands reaching out to stroke her arm, up and around the shoulder, and delicately down the curve of her right breast. Her magical touch sent ripples of pleasure as she fondled Emily, delicately pinching her nipple while she continued to blow softly upon her cheek.

Liana's hand left Emily's breast and reached out, sliding around the woman's upper waist. It wandered lower for a moment, clasping the taut flesh of Emily's buttocks, before sliding up again and pulling their bodies together. They both shifted to accommodate each other, their long and lithesome legs becoming intertwined as the rest of their firm bodies pressed against each other. Emily's excitement rose sharply as Liana's delicious, naked form came into contact with her own, the heat in her cunt becoming unbearable once again. Liana's mouth hovered still inches away from her face, the warm, sweet breath brushing against her sensitive skin, the most tender and loving caress she had ever experienced.

Her eyes lost themselves into the ocean blue of Liana's, and she knew then that they were about to shake the deepest, most passionate kiss ever. Longing swelled inside her as Liana's full, sensual lips parted leisurely, their mouths coming closer.

This was no dream, no fancy of the imagination, this was reality... she was about to kiss another woman...

Liana's red lips were shining in the glow of the candlelight, her moist tongue running over them an instant before she planted the first, fiery kiss upon Emily's waiting, hungry mouth. She broke off immediately, leaving a slight smear of lipstick and saliva upon Emily's lips, hiding behind a lascivious grin. The burning inside her wet cunt intensified as Liana drew near again and stuck out her tongue, and gently licked Emily's upper lip, leaving another trail of hot saliva.

She was deliberately slow in her stirring, passionate exploration, and Emily trembled excitedly in her arms while Liana continued to plant soft kisses upon her lips, her tongue darting out lewdly, deliberately allowing her lover to taste another woman. After long moments, Emily snapped out of the numbness that had accompanied that first, magical moment, and parted her own lips, focusing on the burning passion that consumed her as their mutual communion unfolded. Her nostrils flared at the scents floating about in the room, at the sweet fragrance of Liana's perfumed body, mixed with the pungent smell of female arousal.

Liana's slick tongue snaked deep into her mouth for the first time, and she savored her taste fully. Her own fervent tongue rose up, caressing Liana's with fervent passion. Then, Liana seemed to retreat, drawing forth Emily's exploring organ into her own mouth. Their mouths parted wide, the kiss now blossoming into a deep French kiss, their hot tongues sliding against each other in an act of reciprocal lesbian worship.

It was all too much for Emily, whose body began to quake as the kiss intensified. She had never conceived of the notion of a spontaneous orgasm, but the incredible eroticism of that simple act was enough to fill her heart and soul with such desire as to ignite a colossal climax. She lost herself in the moment, her sensual exploration of Liana's mouth turning into lustful, unbridled probing, even as shattering cascades of pleasure racked inside her.

She was falling in love, utterly, completely, with Liana, with Kristin, with whoever else she wished to become. Emily was hers, she was Emily's, and nothing else in the universe mattered.

Emily broke the kiss as the titanic orgasm dwindled, now a weak and trembling woman in the arms of her lover. She gasped for air, her brain still burning with the memory of intense passion, and sighed in contentment as she felt Liana's comforting embrace, like a daughter in the arms of her mother.

"Kristin... oh Kristin..." Emily whispered feebly, her thoughts mingling furiously. "I don't want to be alone again... I never want to loose you again..."

"Shhh" hushed the woman in her arms, "I'm here now, sweet Anna... nothing can stand between us..."

"Nothing" repeated Emily, staring intensely into the other's eyes. The love she saw in them, reflecting back to her as she lay in her bed, magically replenished her heart with almost painful longing. She planted a soft kiss on 'Kristin's' lips, closing her eyes as if the beautiful sight of her would drive her mad with rekindled passion.

Moments passed while she drifted in the aftermath of bliss. Suddenly, she felt dimly aware of her lover's soft locks of crimson hair between her thighs. Kristin's deft hands had slid under her firm buttocks, cradling Emily's ass like she would a child.

"Kristin..." Emily pleaded at once, unaware that she had used the 'wrong' name, "please... let me... I haven't even made love to you yet..."

Kristin raised her head from between Emily's legs, a loving, amorous gaze in her eyes.

The bewitching voice stirred passion deep inside her. "You have made love to me already my dear Anna... forgive me... I have longed for you for so long... I've wanted to hold you and to taste you for so long... please let me... allow me... I want to make you come again and again... I want you to pleasure unlike anything you have ever known before..."




Dearest Forevermore Ch. 2



Tears of joy shimmered in Emily's eyes as she heard the ardent testimony of Kristin's love, a love so powerful and consuming that she cared only for Emily/Anna, and not for herself. Her heart filled with longing, but also with a deeper understanding of the growing, intimate bond she shared with this woman

"Then take freely, dearest Kristin... take of me that I my love for you may pierce the heavens... that I may lavish the same upon you when you have tasted of my essence ..."

Emily closed her eyes, her head resting back on the soft pillow, her knees raising and parting ever so slightly to accommodate her lover. She felt her wetness seeping from her cunt, and shivered eagerly in expectation of the wonderful experience she was about to have.

The feel of Kristin's breath upon her bare pussy alone was enough to drive her wild, and she began moaning at once. For interminable seconds, she felt possessed by the enthralling sensation, and began shifting on the bed, trying to shake off her aroused frustration. She kept her hands rigidly to her sides, in an effort not to interfere with Kristin's sensual game.

She peeked through barely-open eyelids and saw the rich mane of crimson lowering between her legs. She trembled as she felt Kristin's mouth kiss her slit for the first time, and her moans were replaced by a low, horny growl.

Kristin was as slow in her exploration of Emily's pussy as she had been earlier. She planted soft kisses on and around the full, pink lips of Emily's wet folds, taking the time to lick and savor her juices as her adroit tongue slid inside her cunt.

"Hmmm..." Emily whispered encouragingly, "Don't... stop..."

She was engrossed by the wonderful sensations which fluttered up, inside her belly and throughout her body. It was as if she were floating up in the air, out of her own body. Kristin continued to kiss her more and more daringly, her mouth mashing over her cunt as if kissing another woman's face. Soon, the teasing intrusions of Kristin's tongue had her panting and begging.

"Ohhhh... ohhh... yesssss... Lick my pussy, love... please... please... faster... fassssteeeer"

Kristin's became more audacious in her impassioned probing of Emily's pussy. With abandon, she began sucking at her erect clit, and Emily cried out at once, "Yes!! YES!!!!!"

She alternated, one moment thrusting her tongue deep inside Emily's cunt, partaking of her deepest female essence, her saliva mixing with the juices to form a delicious, wondrous elixir, only to then return to her protruding clit. In short order, Kristin had Emily begging for release, her hands pressing down as if to bury her cuntlicker face deeper in her throbbing, hot pussy.

"Please... uhh... uhh... don't... stuh... stop... uhh... uhh ohhhhh!!!!!"

The orgasm came upon her fast and furious. Kristin pursed her lips and sucked on Emily's clit avidly, while her lover's legs held fast around her neck, as if to keep her head in place. Emily's hips shook wildly. Kristin's hands were still on Emily's buttocks, steadying her as she continued to shake and scream, drenching her face with more of girl cum. Avidly, she began lapping it up, her tongue thrusting deep inside Emily's pussy, provoking another orgasm... and another... and another

Death did not come for Emily as it had in the disturbing dreams which had visited her in the past nights, only the kind embrace of Morpheus and the delightful feeling of her darling's warm body snuggled against her own. She fell asleep, exhausted, and dreamed nothing save the image of her lover's beautiful, haunting face...

Kristin's... Liana's... Kristin's... Liana's...

-- End of Part two. Stay tuned for part 3...