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The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 01

By: Felix921



 (on a side note, this is the first erotic writing I've submitted. 

Please let me know what you think.) 

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Kara tossed her cards into the center of the table.

"Fold. Can we get on with it?" she asked impatiently.

The fellow sitting to her right, Collen something-or-other, tossed his hand in as well, nodding.

Directly across the table from Kara, Laurent 'Chimney' Silva sucked on his cigar. Sighing a stream of smoke, he set his cards on the table and gestured at the fourth player with his cigar.

"Take it, you freakish son of a wolf and some trickster god."

Stefan Marcel nodded amiably. He moved cards aside and dragged the handful of coins from the center of the table to join his rather larger pile of winnings.

"Who are you robbing that you need four people for the job?" Kara pressed.

"Nothing like that, love." Chimney smiled. "Have you met Collen?" he nodded at the short, stout, shaven-headed fellow on Kara's right.

She glanced over. The man was from the Heavensgate Empire to the West. That much was obvious when he spoke. An ex-soldier. He stank of stale sweat and struck her as over confident. It didn't help her opinion of him that he spent an inordinate amount of time staring at her chest, even considering the usual amount of attention it got.

"Aye." she replied dryly, returning her gaze to Chimney.

"And you've worked with Stefan before, yes?"

Kara nodded impatiently. In truth, they hadn't so much worked together as he had saved her from an unfortunate end. OF course, it had been one of his deadfall traps she had fallen into. Stefan was a hunter and trapper by trade. He spent most of his time in the forests to the north and east of Blanc Mar, coming into the little town every so often to sell or trade furs. All but a few of the townspeople exhibited either a sort of thinly veiled contempt or even more thinly veiled nervousness around him.

Quiet and reserved, it was nonetheless obvious by appearance and by the way he moved that he was lean and strong under his leathers and furs. Something about the symmetry of his face and his bright blue eyes was unmistakeably suggestive of a wolf. Kara had even seen Chimney, an ex mercenary, unintentionally draw back a bit once when Stefan had given him a sudden, faint smile.

When Stefan had helped her up out of his trap she had thanked him kindly and asked if he might be so kind as to bend the truth a bit if the subject of their meeting ever came up in conversation. She offered him a bit of coin, which he refused.

"I'll let on that perhaps we worked together breifly if you'll promise me something." he had said. "Don't come out here and fall in any of my traps again. Pretty a thing as you are, I don't think your hide would fetch much in town." He had given her a meaningful look then. "Next time I may already have gotten around to putting the stakes in the bottom of the pit."

Coming back to the present, Kara nodded.

"You know about the dwarves up in the Ironflank Ridge?" Chimney puffed on his cigar.

"I know what anyone knows. Every town and village for fifty miles gets it's iron from them."

"But have you heard that they've gone? It's been six weeks since they've shown at the entrances to meet anyone."

"I've heard rumours. Not something I spend much thought on." Kara was growing exasperated. And Collen something-or-other was admiring her chest again.

Chimney took a long drag then stubbed the cigar out on the tabletop.

"Several men have supposedly gone down into the warrens. Only one has come back."

"With a heavy load of gold dwarf cutlery?" Kara posed sarcastically.

"No. The lad lost his nerve before he came to anything worth scarpering off with. Dark and echoes do that. He did bring interesting word though. Seems there was no sign of battle, but also no sign of packing. Like the little moles had just up and walked off."

Kara crossed her arms under her bosom and frowned.

"So something that wasn't plague or battle drove off several hundred dwarves and you want to go down there and pilfer what wants pilfering?"

"Aye, well-" Chimney began.

"In the dark!" Kara interrupted him as the thought dawned on her.

"Aye, well, you being of the half elfish persuasion might come in handy..." Chimney said as meekly as he could manage while smiling.

Kara slouched in her chair and glared at him from under her brow. She took a deep breath and sighed loudly.

"What terms do you propose?" she asked finally.

"Even shares. First pick of the loot for you of course, seeing as how scout is the most risky position."

Kara rose and reached across the table to shake his hand.

"Agreed."

It was two days on horse back from Blanc Mar to the base of the Ironflank Mountains. Most of a third day was passed climbing the switchbacking trails to the lowest known entrance to the dwarven city within the mountains. It was this entrance which had traditionally been utilized by those who traded with the dwarves. The four companions dismounted and left their mounts tethered some hundred yards back from the entrance where a natural spring burbled up throught the rock.

Finally coming to the entrance, they found the stout, iron banded oak door standing ajar. The treasure hunters hesitated, glancing at each other. Kara rolled her eyes, lolling her head to one side.

"Great slitherous Cthulhu left the door open for us, I'm sure." she muttered, stepping forward to swing the door fully open.

Kara slowed as she came to a crossroads in the dark halls. Thus far the rumours had proven true. No dwarfs. No sign of battle. Bronze and pewter plates, goblets, trenchers and cutlery still lay on tables as if simply left there after a meal.

As the party had moved slowly from chamber to chamber, a suspicion was forming in the back of Kara's mind. Stefan put his finger on it first. Thought almost everything suggested the entire population had vanished simultaneously without packing, there was something other than dwarves missing. The four had found nothing more valuable than the bronze goblets. 

There was, to the treasure hunter's growing vexation, no treasure.

Kara had wasted little time moving ahead of the others. The light from their torches ruined her 'night vision.' Also, thought she wouldn't have bothered mentioning it, the men and their torches made more noise than she cared for. 

Reaching the intersection, she stopped and listened, peering down each hallway. Each of the three corridors looked much the same aside from a couple rats scurrying off to her left. Should she wait for the others? Perhaps leave something to show which way she had gone? After a moments indecision she shrugged, drew one of her knives, layed it in the middle of the intersection and gave it a spin.

Right.

Leaving the knife where it lay, she turned and padded off down the hall.

Minutes later she had left behind the faint sounds of the men searching for anyting worth taking. The passage continued at a shallow decline and she still couldn't see the far end. This must lead to a seperate mining project or a whole other section of the undercity, she thought in passing.

Several minutes more she walked before finally spying a typically stout door. She felt a bit relieved and was immediately annoyed with herself. While she had no particular problem with closed in places, Chimney's words had wormed into her mind while she walked. The dark didn't bother her either, but the echoes breaking the otherwise unnatural silence had begun to grate on her subconscious.

Cautious curiosity taking over, Kara crept up. This door was almost identical to the one at the trade entrance through which they had entered the tunnels, down to the fact that it stood slightly ajar. Kara winced as she pulled it open, bracing herself for the inevitable scrape or screech of old hinges. When it failed to sound, she smiled to herself. Dwarven construction.

Once over the threshold Kara proceeded three ghost-quiet steps before her brain accepted the unfortunate truth of what her eyes were seeing. She was not alone here. Her 'night sight' was based largely on the radiation of heat. The mass dominating the center of the chamber, percieved by Kara as a fuzzy-bordered layering of reds, purples and greens, was immense.

Kara froze. Unintentionally holding her breath, she strove against surprise and rising fear.

Think. Move. She cursed herself mentally. Move, damnit!

But her body had ceased taking orders. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes from the hulking cold blooded thing before her. To Kara's horror, as she watched, a slit of yellow appeared amidst the colder colors and grew slowly into a perfect circle. She heard more than saw the beast draw a slow, deep breath.

Seeming to eminate from the far reaches of the chamber and, reverberating, build as it drew inward to it's true source, came laughter. Laughter so deep and powerful Kara felt it resonate in her chest. Unnoticed, coins and bars of precious metals shifted and slid from the mounded bed on which the creature lay. The tinny sounds of them striking the stone floor were faint and insignificant in the midst of the wyrm's mirth.

Kara had suspected from the first, but now, as the laughter ceased, the beast moved and it's great head on it's serpent-like neck was silhouetted against the dark of the room. It continued to move, swinging a head like a rum puncheon to rest almost within arms reach of Kara. It's eyes were just a bit higher than her head. The bright orbs were slowly hidden and revealed as it blinked lazily. The beast inhaled, snuffling in short rapid breaths like an animal searching the wind for a scent. Kara reflexively flinched back against the wall.

"Half breed!" The wyrms throat somehow produced a voice at the same time a sharp hissing and a deep rasping.

Kara dropped to sit where she was, her knees giving out. She failed completely to notice her bladder emptying through her cotton breachcloth and into the wool lining under her leathers.

"Your companions abandon you, man-elf. The stink of their fear recedes."

Kara only stared and trembled.

The wyrm released a breath in what might have been a sigh. It parted it's jaws and recited strange, unnatural syllables. It's oration ended with a gutteral, throat clearing sound. A moment later light filled the chamber.

A pained cry escaped Kara. She rolled back, bringing her arms up before her face. When the pain had faded and she could see again she looked around frantically. Disbeleiving, she continued casting her eyes about the room for several seconds. Her knives had found their way into her hands.

A woman a bit taller than Kara and naked now stood where moments ago the wyrm's head had rested. But for a shock of copper colored bangs falling before her eyes, the womans hair was pulled back into a single long braid. Alabaster skin was broken at the shoulders as well as along the forearm to the elbow and up the shin to the knee by coppery, jagged ridges.

Realization finally dawning in her traumatized mind, Kara returned her blades to their sheaths and regarded the apparition. It's arms were crossed over high, ample breasts. It's chin was tipped up slightly at a condescending angle. There was a faint quirk of a smile to it's lips.

"Wyrm." Kara scowled.

A long leathery tail, coppery and ridged near it's base, swayed into view and coiled slowly around the length of one pale leg.

"Copper would suffice for a name in your tongue. I suppose 'Wyrm' will do if you prefer. I restrain my power and take this form for the sake of calming your senses. Conversation becomes one-sided otherwise."

Kara eyed Copper's tail in mild distaste. Her eyes wandered up to the little patch of - yes, copper - hair lying low between the broad curves of the dragon-woman's hips.

"You're a female." Kara thought aloud.

"Perhaps conversation was an unrealistic expectation." Copper's voice was a pleasant, throaty, feminine pur.

Kara ignored her in favour of considering making a run for it or knifing the now considerably less imposing dragon. The latter appealed to her, but she doubted the blighted thing would take such a form were it as vulnerable as it looked. She came back to matters at hand when Copper took a step toward her, speaking again.

"What shall I call you, half-breed?"

Kara attempted to back up and was reminded that she was already against the wall. She regarded the beautiful beast now just shy of stepping on her toes as if it were a leper. 

"Dinner, I imagine." she sneered.

Copper smiled.

"Don't be silly. I've obviously eaten very well recently, and my digestion is slow. Or did you think the dwarves became disinterested in these mountains and walked off?"

"Rumours vary. No blood and no destruction, so I guess you bewitched them with some sort of spell."

"Yes."

"Right," Kara inched away from her along the wall, "If you're not going to eat me, maybe you could see me on my way with a little reward for my bravery."

"I fail to grasp every intricacy of your kinds emotions and thinking. Still, I would be surprised to discover that cowering and voiding ones bladder are matters of courage."

Upon recovering from the maddening terror of Copper in her natural state, Kara had quickly noticed the unpleasant dampness down the insides of her legs. Given the circumstances she would worry about it later. When and if there was a later.

"Riches do not seem a fitting recompense for your reckless audacity. Rather, let us see if that audacity serves you in answering a challenge. Succeed and I will grant you your weight in silver and gold."

Kara wore a most incredulous expression.

"Challenge?"

"Let that wait for tomorrow. I must make preperations now." Copper waved a hand dismissively, then started up murmuring strange, arcane syllables.

More magic. Kara groaned. She moved to slide by Copper to the door, but staggered when a wave of dizziness washed over her. Leaning on the wall, she fought to think clearly.

"What...?" she felt drunk.

Copper finished her spell and quickly reached out to help Kara stand. Pressing herself firmly against Kara, she whispered in the half elf's ear.

"An enfeebling spell. I got the impression you would not remain for the preperations by choice. I would suggest you relax and enjoy the ritual. The enfeeblement is a minor thing and will have worn off by morning."

Kara managed to lift her hands to place them on Copper's shoulders, but had no strength to push her away. She looked into the dragon-lady's eyes and was surprised to find them not copper but a mesmeric mixture of blues and greens.

"Damn... you." she managed, holding her captor's gaze.

"Indeed. Let us begin." Copper reached down to unbuckle Kara's belt, letting it drop to the floor along with the skirtlike leather plates which hung from it. 

Next went the harness of straps on which most of Kara's knives rode. Then the supple leather doublet was unlaced and dropped aside. Kara raged in her head, but even anger was becoming hard to maintain in her muzzy mind. She tried to slap Copper's hands away, but to no avail. At one point she pressed one hand to the dragon's pale face as if to push and felt a sudden sharp pain.

The bitch had bitten her!

And the bitch had wickedly pointed canine teeth. When her hand was released Kara saw two beads of blood welling from the meat between her thumb and forefinger. Through her calfskin gloves.

Pausing in the task of stripping Kara, Copper gently pulled the gloves from Karas hands. Bringing the newly wounded appendage back up to her face she slowly licked ruddy smudges from it. After lapping at the punctures themselves while smiling lasciviously at Kara she tore a bit of linen fabric from the shoulder of Karas undershirt with which to bind her hand.

"Ah, I hope you understand - that was unintentional. Dragons bite." she explained with an almost apologetic expression. "I have done extensive research into these realms of humanoid interaction. I am quite good at this, if I do say so myself. Now please, relax. I'll try not to bite... again." Putting her hands on Kara's hips, she leaned in and kissed her, breifly sucking at her lower lip.

Kara blinked. Who in Terra would believe this? Instead of being done in she was being done with by an honest to Gods dragon. Mentally drifting a bit, Kara considered that she would never think of the phrase 'playing with ones food' the same way again. 

Her muddled musings were interrupted when Copper effortlessly tore her linen undershirt down the center. The dragoness moved it back off her shoulders, letting it fall to join her other clothes on the floor.

Oh, fine, destroy my underthings while you're about it, Kara thought. Not that you have any idea how leather chafes on the breasts without an undershirt between. With this thought Karas eyes widened. She looked down, swaying a bit on her feet, to behold her now bare upper body. She caugth her breath as she watched and felt Coppers soft cool palms brush over her nipples.

A small part of her was still angry and wanted to protest, but Kara managed only a muffled moan. Copper had bent and lowered her face to press her warm mouth over Kara's left breast. Kara squeezed her eyes shut and tipped her head back. She bit her lower lip and moaned again as Copper nibbled and sucked at her nipples.

Squatting, Copper kissed her way down from Kara's chest to her naval. She wrapped her arms around Karas thighs, clasping her hands under Kara's ass, and stood, lifting her easily off her feet.

"Woah-" Kara braced her hands on Coppers shoulders, afraid they would topple, but it seemed her weight was nothing to Copper, even in her humanoid form.

Turning, the dragoness walked until her bare feet crunched and jingled into the knee deep sprawl of coins and treasure. Kara arched her back up from the cold metals where Copper carefully layed her down. Business-like, Copper pulled the boots, then socks from Kara's feet. The dragoness blew sharply through her nose as she tossed the socks away as if afraid of contamination.

"As bad as the dwarves. Every time i deal with humanoids it makes cows look more attractive. Or sheep, although their eyes are disquieting. She carried on, leaning down to slide her hands under Kara's tights at the small of her back and down to give her ass a squeeze.

Maybe it was the spell, but Kara found the dragoness's last comment funny in it's absurdity. A dragon, disquieted by a sheep's eyes. She giggled a bit. She was reasonably sure there was something very wrong with this situation, but couldn't recall what. Kara had never been with a woman like this, but then it had been a while since she had lay with anyone. And the dragoness certainly seemed to know what she was doing.

Kara wiggled a bit, trying to aid in Copper's struggle with her tights. Half soaked in Kara's urine, they didn't peel off easily. Holding them up in one hand Copper gave Kara a frown. She gestured strangely with her free hand and recited what Kara immediately recognized as more magic.

The air in the chamber began to grow humid. Looking up curiously Kara found the high ceiling was no longer visible for an obscuring fog. 

Moments later Kara was crying out, trying to shield her body from a localized, indoor rain shower. While she lay on her side, shivering, she realized that the shock of the cold rain had cleared her head somewhat. Would something like that work despite the spell Copper had cast on her? Nevermind. Kara decided not to worry herself with the mysterious workings of magic, nor to look a gift horse in the mouth.

While Copper's manufactured shower washed her clean, Kara considered her situation anew. After counting off the facts of said situation she came quickly to an uncomplicated conclusion.

What the hell?

The rain ceased abruptly at a leisurely command from Copper. Kara uncurled and ran a hand back through her soaked hair. Dripping, her copper bangs plastered to her forehead, the dragoness crawled up over Kara's body on all fours. She trailed her tongue over Kara's damp tummy, chest and neck. 


The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 01



As they drew eye to eye, Kara smirked evily before putting her bandaged hand on the back of Copper's neck and raising herself enough to steal a kiss. Tilting her head, Kara pressed into the kiss with some fervor. She enjoyed exploring her unlikely lover's mouth and feeling the dragoness's tongue sliding over hers. So much so that she almost decided not to bother with the little turnabout she had intended.

Almost.

As Copper's tongue slipped back into her mouth, Kara closed her lips around it and sucked hard. With her front teeth she bit down, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but plenty hard to hurt.

"Mmph-!" Copper squeezed her eyes shut hard, then opened them wide to glare at Kara. Withdrawing her tongue and pulling her head back she arched an eyebrow. 

"Perhaps a more... compelling spell is called for?" she made it sound as if she were pondering it aloud, rather than asking.

"No...," Kara shook her head, laughing and holding her hands up in mock surrender, "no, that will suffice, unless you've got a spell for warmth."

"I don't think a spell will be necessary for that." Copper lowered herself to press her body to Kara's.

Kara closed her eyes and sighed. Copper Kissed and sucked gently at her neck behind her earlobe and just below the corner of her jaw. Her breasts pressing against Kara, she glided slowly down Kara's body, kissing and licking. She stopped when she reached the patch of downy ebon hair above and about Kara's sex. 

Splaying her hands over Kara's hips, Copper nuzzled her face down against her thigh and lightly grazed the tiny bud of Kara's clit with the tip of her tongue. She paused when Kara shuddered with pleasure. Oh, so slowly, she opened her mouth wide, almost entirely covering Kara's mound and pressing her tongue between her moist folds. Kara moaned happily, breathing deep and bringing her hands up to squeeze her own breasts.

Prodding playfully at Kara's hole, Copper moved her face from side to side, rubbing her nose over her clit. Kara's hips twitched. She ran a hand down to run her fingers into the dragoness's hair. 

"Ooh, Gods... " 

Withdrawing momentarily, Copper lifted Kara's legs a bit and Kara promptly took the hint. She bent her knees, drawing her legs back to a squatting position. Copper was back between her legs immediately. Pressing her lips firmly to Karas soft mound, she sucked at just her clit, rubbing the tip of her tongue over it. 

Easing up on her clit to let Kara recover from the intensity of sensations, Copper licked and kissed the insides of her thighs. At the same time the dragoness gradually slid a finger into Kara. Soon she had replaced her index finger with both her ring and middle fingers. Kara was snug around them. Her juices ran over Copper's hand.

Curling her fingertips up and back toward herself with each thrust, Copper soon had Kara squirming and shuddering again. The half elf could not have hoped to notice when the dragoness brought the middle finger of her other hand to her mouth and bit down hard with one of her vicious little canines. Kara was scarcely aware of anything but the sensations in herself, building toward orgasm. The gasps, moans and cries of pleasure elicited from her covered Copper's eldritch whispers.

"Oh, oh, don't stop... gonna cum..." Kara gasped. 

Kara's hips pumped and the muscles in her began to spasm and clamp tight around Copper's fingers. As Coppers curling fingers were gripped too hard to do so, she rubbed her bloodied fingertip over Kara's clit and uttered the last arcane verse of her curse. Just as she finished speaking Kara bucked hard, letting loose her legs and arching her back. She cried out briefly, lapsing into elvish. A short spray of fluids erupted from around Copper's fingers. 

Kara stiffened, body arched, head back, mouth open in a breathless gasp. She remained like this for a few long seconds before beginning the descent from the pinnacle of the strongest of her orgasms. Her muscles loosened, slowly, and she sank back to the damp, shifting metal. Still she held Copper's fingers captive and her hips jerked irregularly. Her breath came fast and shallow, catching at the aftershocks of sensation. 

Finally, with a slow, full-body shiver, Kara's muscles melted. She lay limply, breathing deep the smells of stone and metal overlayed with her own scent. In withdrawing her fingers from Kara's swollen sex, Copper curled them one last time, smiling mischeviously. Kara lurched almost up into a sitting position, crying out in shock this time.

Reaching down to press a shaky hand over herself, Kara gave Copper a wide eyed, accusing look before slumping languidly onto her back again. 

"Not that I'm complaining, but with your leave I'll be having a bit of a rest before you do that again." Kara said with a little smile.

"Indeed." Copper nodded. She gestured at Kara with her unbloodied hand, reciting the incantation for yet another spell. Kara had a hard time worrying herself about it much at this point and didn't bother looking up. She was floating in a bone deep relaxation after all the fear, adrenaline, pleasure and wonderful chemicals released by it. The effect only grew stronger, and moments after Copper finished her spell Kara was asleep, never having realized she was falling unconscious.



The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 02



 (a note: The first chapter of this story is in the lesbian section for reasons which become obvious if you read it. That said, my plan from the beginning was in the way of a futanari tale. I do hope this doesn't unduly upset anyone who has read the first chapter already. Even if you are interested in this for the futanari content, you might want to be brought up to speed - if so, check out The Wyrm's Curse ch 01 anyway, thanks for reading and lemme know what you think) 



Kara shifted, her mind rising slowly back to consciousness. So well had she slept, and so peaceful was her waking that she lay for some time, tangled comfortably in the bedclothes, without opening her eyes or even thinking anything coherent. She was vaguely aware of warm light playing over her closed eyelids. The smells; cedar, oak, wildflowers and sphagnum were so familiar as to go unnoted.

It was the birdsong that eventually prompted her to rouse herself from contented torpor. Shifting from her tummy to her side, threadbare and patched linen sheets coiling and sliding, she curled into a tight ball. Then, catlike, she stretched herself out, arching her back and yawning enormously. Settling again, her hands running down over her breasts to her stomach, she took note of the fact that she was very much naked. 

Kara blinked her eyes open. She had no recollection of undressing. Running her hands down over her hips and between her legs as if to confirm her complete nudity, she made a grumblous noise. Furrowing her brow in frustrated concentration, nonetheless she could remember nothing since... 

Oh. Couldn't have been a dream, though, she thought. Growing concerned that her grip on reality was faltering, her eyes flitted around the room. Her room. In her modest cottage. Everything seemed to be as she had left it before the failed treasure hunting expedition.

Fighting her way free of the linens, she rolled to the edge of the sphagnum covered slab of earth that was her bed. She saw the clothes and gear she had worn on the expedition piled on the dirt floor beside the bed. She stared at them. After several seconds she sat up and examined her hand, unsure what she hoped to see.

There they were. Two little white scars on the lightly tanned skin between thumb and forefinger. But they shouldn't be scars. Should they?

More of the wyrm's magic? Had it healed the punctures or had she actually been asleep long enough for them to heal? No. She could do with a bit of croissant, but she wasn't starving. Surely even if the old lizard could manage to somehow keep her nourished and hydrated, it wouldn't have gone to the trouble. 

"Hmp." she shrugged. 

She was sorely tempted to curl back up and try to regain the wonderful state she had been in before opening her eyes. But she needed to visit the outhouse anyway. Frowning in anticipation, she picked up the wadded ball of her tights from the floor and sniffed them. To make sure she shook them out and ran a hand over them. 

Well. Apparently Copper had found time to wash or otherwise clean her soiled clothes. 

Kara glanced back at the sunlit window and smirked. She dropped the tights back onto the pile of clothes. This far into the forest she got very few visitors and she was feeling good despite recent events. Padding through to the kitchen she poured water from a clay jug into a wash basin. Cupping her hands, she splashed some onto her face, inadvertently raining much of it over her breasts to run down her body.

"Wuh!" she exclaimed at the chill of the water, then laughed unselfconsciously. 

After a quick shiver Kara turned and took the hall to the back door, passing between the trap door leading down to the root cellar and the guest room cum storage closet. Stopping just outside the door she inhaled deeply. A light breeze drifted through the forest, causing leaves and boughs to add their sighing rustle to the random birdsong. Kara felt the warm sunlight spilling and shifting over her as branches swayed gently. It contrasted pleasantly with the exhilarating cold of the lingering water which caused her nipples to harden and tingle.

Memories of the night before came to mind. The soft firm touch of a beast turned semi-human. It's hot mouth and questing tongue. With an idea that leaving the forest to go into Blanc Mar would have to wait a bit, she hurried to the outhouse.

After relieving herself she returned to the kitchen to wash herself thoroughly. After which she exited - by the front door this time. She walked, still naked, into the small open area there. Finding a large patch of moss where the sun would help dry her, she knelt and rolled onto her back, spread-eagled. Wiggling, curling and nuzzling herself against the soft, sun-warmed blanket of green, she nudged her mind back to those outlandish memories.

As if all along waiting for her summons, the blurred, confused memories of her tryst with the dragoness flooded forth. Kara could almost feel the soft, full breasts against her and the heat of Copper's mouth as their tongues had met. She squeezed her breasts and moaned, again remembering Copper's mouth at work. 

In her mind, her ashen skinned captor moved down her body. Pressing firmly, Kara slid a hand down, following the trail of Copper's kisses, licks and playful nipping. Her juices were already beginning to seep from her swollen cleft when her fingers met her soft, dark pubic hair. Throbbing with desire, she nonetheless stopped, prolonging and intensifying her need.

On impulse she rolled onto her stomach and worked her knees up under her, raising her bottom into the air. With her breasts, face and one forearm still pressed to the tickling moss, she inched her knees farther apart to spread her legs. The warm breeze found her slick, parted lips and she pressed her face down to exhale wordless sounds of pleasure into the yielding blanket of moss.

Finally succumbing to her arousal, she slid her hand back over her mound to press her middle finger between her swollen lips. Feeling her finger become coated with her salty juices spurred her on. She slid her slippery digit up over her clit, gasping at the gliding pressure. Immediately she began rubbing her fingertip up and down, then side to side, pressed to her engorged bud.

And she was cumming. Emitting sharp little cries at the intense, building waves of pleasure. She rubbed manically, paused, rubbed again as the waves hit her. Her hips rolling and jerking, she persisted as her climax passed, sensing another not far off. 

Tragically, before she could work herself to a second orgasm, something went very wrong.

Tremendous pain as of the worst cramps ripped through her lower abdomen. The pain was accompanied by a sense of great pressure. 

Falling back onto her side Kara clutched one hand to her gut, balling the other into a fist. She gritted her teeth, eyes squinted shut, unable to relax even enough to take a breath.

The pain and pressure went as suddenly as it had come. Strangely, it didn't simply relax or dissipate, but felt as if it had been physically expelled. Gradually unbunching her muscles and taking a breath, she was surprised by several new sensations competing for her attention.

Something warm and soft which was neither her thighs, nor one of her hands was resting pressed over her damp pussy. It registered a mild but insistent discomfort, causing her to spread her thighs slightly. At the same time she was getting throbbing from places from which her brain really had no reason to be receiving anything. 

The most bizarre was when the source of this new throbbing twitched in toward her gut, wetly striking the back of her hand. She registered the feeling not only in her hand, but also in, well, whatever the hell was throbbing. 

That was enough to shock her into opening her eyes, despite the accompanying fear of what fresh horrors might await.

After several long moments she took a slow, deep breath, realizing she had been holding it again.

Kara was no doctor, but she was no virgin or prude either. What she was looking at was definitely, unmistakeably... Gods, a cock is what it was. 

Not just a cock, she thought, again wondering if she were coming unhinged. Not just a cock - my cock.

Having a natural curiosity about male genitalia, part of her wanted to touch it. Especially now that she could assumedly see what it felt like from the other side, so to speak. 

Another part of her was repulsed and considered the appearance of this new appendage comparable to finding an unexpected and rather oversized leach attached to her.

Other, less insistent emotions ran the gamut from relief that the pain had passed and she wasn't dying of some unidentified internal rupture to an urge to give up, drink a lot of wine, and go to sleep until ridiculous, insane things stopped happening. 

Letting fascination and curiosity take the fore, Kara shifted around slowly to study her new member from different angles. When she rolled her hips forward, tensing her stomach muscles, a shock of pleasure ran up the length of her cock from within, causing it to jump. She raised her eyebrows, slack jawed. 

"O-kay." she mouthed in a shaky whisper.

Experimenting further, she was amused and pleased to find she could in fact tense her cock intentionally. She was smiling bemusedly, surprised at how quickly she was becoming accustomed to her new 'manhood,' when chattering erupted mere feet overhead. Kara flinched hard, heart jumping into her throat.

Glancing up, Kara found the culprit. A large red squirrel was sitting up on a low branch, eyeballing her suspiciously between bouts of reproachful chatter. 

"Tsss! Cheeky little shit." she scowled unconvincingly. "Don't like the show? I should charge you."

With one last, flippant squeak, the rodent scampered along the branch, bounded to another and disappeared further into the forest.

"Hmph. That's fine. I'm not that fond of acorns anyway." Kara muttered before returning her attention to matters at hand.

She lay on her back now, propped up on her elbows enough to look down her body. Her cock was no longer standing rigid, but lay heavily on her tummy, veins standing out along it's length. Tentatively moving it to one side and holding it there with one hand she slid her other hand down between her legs. With exaggerated care she cupped her balls for the first time. 

She had never really given much thought to how men walked around like this. Now she just hoped it wasn't going to be too painful figuring it out. 

Dismissing the thought until she had to deal with it, she probed further and found that yes, her pussy was still there. Apparently unharmed by her transformation. Having begun stroking her cock almost unconsciously, she decided it would probably be wise to make sure. 

She lay back, closing her eyes. As she ran a finger slowly down between her lips, her erection had already returned. Wrapping her fingers around the head, which her soft, tan foreskin didn't quite cover, she squeezed. Moaning, she stroked halfway down, sliding the foreskin down from the head. Her cock throbbed. 

For a few long minute she slowly fingered herself. Her hot juices coated her fingers and ran down her ass to seep into the moss. All the while she stroked her straining prick.

Before long she could feel the sensations building. Her new testicles began to draw up. A thin stream of precum dribbled from the head of her cock, becoming natural lubricant. 

Oh, that felt good. Somehow she hadn't thought about lubrication. Now that the idea occurred to her, she released her member long enough to switch hands. For good measure she spat enthusiastically into her hand before gripping her shaft. 

Steadily increasing her pace, Kara was too overcome by pleasure to think. She was becoming lightheaded. Her pussy gripped rhythmically at the two fingers she pressed into herself. Practically panting, she gasped out little exclamations with each stroke.

"Oh... mmph... oh, fuck...oh, oh, uhh!' 

Kara's hips jerked uncontrollably. She only vaguely noticed when the first spurt of cum landed on her face, trailing from her left cheek over her eye to her forehead. As she climaxed, stream after stream of thick salty seed burst forth to spatter over her body. 

Her lightheadedness became something more. The world had faded away and Kara's mind was, for a few endless moments, adrift in a sea of overwhelming pleasure. 

As she began to come down from the orgasm, individual sensations returned. Shuddering, the throbbing of her cock, the heat of the gobs and ropes of cum spattered over her bare skin. 

She took a deep, shaky breath and finally relaxed her tense muscles as she exhaled. One hand still loosely holding her slowly softening cock, she slipped her fingers out of her sopping pussy. She never would have believed that she would feel more relaxed than she had when she woke up that morning. 

For almost a full minute Kara lay unmoving; utterly limp. Unaware of the fact, she wore a foolish, satisfied grin.

When she finally stirred, she wiped her free hand on the mossy ground cover. Bringing it up to her face she did what she could to wipe the cum from her face, especially around her left eye. On a whim she slid a couple sticky digits into her mouth, licking them clean. 

Hmm. Yes, that was more or less how she remembered it. Salty. Not the most pleasant consistency. Fun to play with though. With that thought she ran her hands up over her tummy to give her breasts a squeeze. Amazed at what she felt, she sat up a enough to look at herself.

"Holy goat-fucking trolls." she murmured, eyes wide. 

As she had sat up, a thick rivulet had run down from the hollow of her throat. Her hands had smeared it, but there had to have been strings and splashes of the stuff from her naval up to and covering her breasts. Little clear streaks, most drying to snail trails now, showed where some had run off her sides to soak into the moss.

While playing about poking a fingertip into the tiny pool of goo in her naval she noticed that not only was her newest appendage now limp, but it was still shrinking. Noticeably. 

How could something that was swelled so big a couple minutes ago shrink so small? Maybe it wouldn't be so hard walking around with it after all.

As she watched, Kara felt a wave of nausea pass over her. There was a faint sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. The discomfort passed as her male parts shrank completely away, leaving only the smooth, tan skin partially covered in short umber hair which had been there before her transformation.

Kara tentatively ran a hand over the spot. If not for the vast panorama of semen there would have been no sign that she had ever been anything other than a half elven woman. 

Of course, she thought. Because things weren't strange enough as it was. And she was just beginning to think it might be worth dealing with the condition. 

With a shrug and a pout, she ran her hands up and down through the ridiculous mess of cum one last time, like a small child with fingerpaints. That done, she hopped up, brushing at her backside to remove any clinging bits. Realizing she had mainly succeeded in wiping her sticky hands on her ass, she smiled sheepishly, rolled her eyes and strolled back to the cottage, hips swaying.

Once inside she washed up again. She dressed in fresh tights, a linen wrap to restrain her breasts, and a maroon linen peasant blouse. Answering the growl in her stomach, she retrieved a cured ham from the little root cellar and a square of hardtack from the pantry. After eating a bit of each and washing them down with a ladleful of water she padded back to her room to finish dressing.

Belt and leather plate skirt. Socks and boots. Leather doublet and knife rig. She noted she was missing a knife. She wondered idly if it still lay at the fateful crossroads down in the dwarven halls. If she had been the superstitious type she would have said good riddance. Obviously bad luck, having led her to the wyrm Copper.

She rain a hand back through her umber and chestnut locks. Her mop of hair was just curly enough that it had a tendency to form foxtails - a testament to her half human heritage. Elves generally had very straight hair. It was a bit too short to pull back and bind, but long enough that it tended to fall about her face and interfere with clear vision. 

Going to her chest of drawers Kara found a parcel the size of her fist wrapped in a huge oak leaf. Within the leaf was a chunk of beeswax scented with the oils of roses and irises. Kara methodically warmed wax and worked it into her hair, pulling it back from her face and matting it toward the back of her head. When finished she re-wrapped the remaining wax and returned it to the chest of drawers.

Lastly she pulled on her calfskin gloves. Checking, she smiled a sour smile at the two holes between the thumb and forefinger of her right glove. 

Staring at those holes she was reminded of the night before. Or however long ago it had actually been. She was reminded of the first piece of business she would look to put behind her when she arrived in Blanc Mar. In her time, Kara had been a pickpocket, a burglar, twice a paid assassin, a bodyguard and a mercenary. She had found that it was seldom good business in any of these professions to allow accomplices to cut and run, leaving you to hang in the wind.

Ransacking her pouches to make sure she had enough coin for some groceries, necessaries and a stop at the town sawbones if necessary, she found one of them more full than expected. Suspicious, she took it into the kitchen and emptied it onto the seldom used table. 

Coins clattered and rolled. A dozen silver pieces. Half dozen bronze. Two coppers. And... something else. It was rolled like a scroll, but colored and glinting like copper. Gingerly she pinned the outside edge under a gloved fingertip, then carefully unrolled the rest. 

Held down flat, the parchment thin copper measured about four inches by eighteen inches. There was clearly writing of some kind tapped into the metal sheet. Kara furrowed her brow and sighed in annoyance. It looked old and totally unfamiliar. The markings vaguely reminded her of the runes the dwarves used. That seemed somewhat ironic.

Kara was sure the copper scroll was a message from the dragon. It had been obvious to her that her earlier transformation was the wyrm's work. It was only at the point when she was staring at the scroll that she made any connection between that and the wyrm's cryptic blather about a challenge. 

Well, she had been considering taking a vacation somewhere a long way from town anyway. Maybe she would take a coach up to Tollenville and visit Mirielle. She should be able to figure the dragon scribbles.

Kara replaced the scroll and coins in her pouch and tied the pouch back on her belt. On her way out she took a canvas seabag from where it hung on a coathook next to the door and tucked it under an arm. 

She moved easily through the familiar woods, headed East toward the Southern trade road that would lead up past Blanc Mar. From time to time she would check the knives strapped to her in their pairs, grasping and pulling them loose no more than an inch and sliding them firmly back. Each time she grasped air where her missing knife would have been. It was a nervous habit she had developed while running with a mercenary band up north. Now she exhibited it whenever the prospect of serious violence presented itself.

As it did now.



The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 03



It had been a mile through the woods to the southern trade road and two more up the wide dirt highway to the turn off which became Blanc Mar's Main Street. Kara had spent most of the latter two miles walking through the weeds and shrubs at the roadside. Horses were lovely animals, but she preferred walking when it was feasible. Raised in a forest village until she was eleven, she had never grown completely comfortable with cleared, horse trafficked roads either.

Standing before The Cloven Shield, Laurent's tavern, Kara paused to beat dust from her leathers and look over the few horses tethered outside. It was late afternoon and the tavern, like the rest of the little town, should be relatively quiet. 

Blanc Mar had grown from a little village almost exclusively due to the combination of it's smithy and it's ability to trade with the dwarfs for iron. Currently the smithy was worked by it's owners; five blacksmiths, as well as an apprentice and a handful of helpers. More recently a couple jewelers had moved in, as well as an aging merchant who employed local women to run spindles and looms. 

A few men from the village trapped or hunted when the season was right. Most traveled by horse or together in wagons up the trade road to other towns where they had found employment. The majority would not be back until sunset or later. 

Kara recognized an old chestnut mare as belonging to one of the blacksmiths. They all liked to come down to The Cloven Shield, flirt with the barmaids, eat a good meal and get stumbling drunk on the rare occasions when they took time off from their work. She didn't recognize the other mounts.

Closing her eyes, Kara rolled her shoulders a couple times and hooked her thumbs into her belt. After counting to thirty she strode through the wide doorway into the tavern. Once inside she opened her eyes and looked around. There was only one window in the one big room, and that was thickly coated in lamp soot and pipe smoke residue. The light from the doorway and the few oil lamps burning served to make the dark corners darker. 

Walking straight ahead to the near end of the bar, Kara tossed her seabag at the slight, dirty blond girl tending it. 

"Mary, stow that for me until I'm ready to go." 

Catching the girl off guard, the seabag struck her in the face and chest. She flailed in surprise before getting hold of the bag. Rolling it up and setting it behind the bar, she glared ineffectually at Kara's back, but said nothing.

Kara, meanwhile, had taken stock of the rooms contents. Chimney was not in evidence. Perhaps he was in the kitchen. Perhaps he was upstairs in his room. The blacksmith was sitting at a table near the far wall, his attention on his food. The only other occupants, three men playing cards, sat around a table near the center of the room.

Smirking darkly at her luck, Kara recognized one of the card players. The shaven headed fellow sitting with his back to her. If there had been any doubt in her mind it would quickly have been dispelled. The dimwit was laughing and carrying on loudly, probably drunk. His Heaven's-Gate accent was unmistakeable.

Before going to say hello, Kara lay a silver on the bar.

"Corn bread, roast chicken with roasted tomato and... a mug of Dragon's Blood." she spoke quietly to Mary.

That done, she sauntered over to stand behind her one time cohort. Leaning forward she placed her chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. She faked a seductive smile which had the two other men grinning and swapping knowing looks.

"Collen. I thought you might like your share of the haul from our mountain expedition." she whispered. 

Cranking his head around enough to get a glimpse of her, Collen blinked. His eyes widened.

"You," and as her words found their way through the alcohol and general denseness, smiling, "What have you got for me?"

On cue Kara reached her left arm over his shoulder to hold her fist in front of him. He looked at it a moment, then held an open hand under it. Kara dropped two coppers into his palm. 

Collen's brow furrowed.

"The hell is this?" he growled.

"It's for the ferryman." Kara whispered, still smiling. 

Kara moved then, so quickly it was done before the other two card players could begin to react. Her left hand came up, jammed violently up under Collen's nose to force his head back. Her other hand flashed up, driving a four inch blade up into his neck just below the corner of the jaw and wrenching it toward the other side of his neck before pulling it free. In pulling it free Kara whipped it in a slashing arc which slung a spray of brilliant blood across the face of the fellow sitting across the table to her right. 

The two men simply stared in stunned silence. Collen tried to speak, but choked and sputtered. He grasped Kara's left wrist to pull her hand from his face while trying to stanch the spurting wound with his other hand. Panic setting in, he pushed his chair back, fetching up against Kara, and tried clumsily to stand while still holding on to her. 

Stepping to the left Kara kicked the chair out of the way. Unfortunately, turning about and stumbling, Collen grabbed the first thing that presented itself; Kara. Short as he was, he was heavy and she was born down under his weight and inertia. Blood spattering in her face, Kara gave a silent snarl, spitting and trying to blink it from her eyes. 

Collen got one hand around her neck, but his strength was ebbing like the strength of the spurts from his neck. Kara knew he was dying, but fought her right hand free from between them and drew another knife, having lost grip of the first in their collision. She tried to concentrate on what she was doing. With what force she could muster she drove the knife into his lower back, repeatedly, hopefully at kidney height.

Finally, the bleeding at his neck slowed to a stream, eyes glazed, Collen gradually collapsed onto her. 

Mary had disappeared from behind the bar. One of the two men took this opportunity to grab his money from the table and exit the tavern at speed. The other watched him, then glanced back down at the bloody, bloody body on the floor. Just then the blacksmith brushed past him. 

Moving with an air of nonchalance that said here was nothing out of the ordinary, the burly, bearded fellow wedged the toe of a boot like a battering ram in between the two bodies and grunted. Collen rolled obligingly off of Kara. She ceased huffing and cursing. Surprised, she scuttled backward on her elbows, knife in hand. The smith waited, letting her glance about suspiciously for a moment, before leaning down to offer a massive hand. Taking it, Kara was pulled easily to her feet.

At this point the last card player gave them a wide berth on his way to the door. 

Kara and the smith regarded each other for a few moments. The metal worker raised an eyebrow, then smiled and fished in a pocket. He produced a cotton handkerchief and handed it to her. She took it, retrieved her lost knife and cleaned off both bloodied blades. Only after sheathing them did she bother to mop at her face and chest.

"Blouse is ruined. That'll never come out." she commented absently. The sleeves and collar of her blouse outside her leather doublet were almost completely soaked with blood.

"Personal, or business?" the smith nudged Collen with the toe of his boot.

"An excuse. Mostly I just didn't like him much." Kara replied. 

He nodded. She offered him the bloodied handkerchief back. He held up a hand, shaking his head. Kara shrugged, dropped it on Collen's chest. 

"Thanks for the hand." Kara added as she squatted next to the body to loot any valuables she could find. 

"Can't abide a man forcin' himself on a woman. 'Specially a dead one." he chuckled.

"Uh, right." Kara spared him a dubious glance.

"Come by the smithy sometime and ask for Karzno. We can work out a design and I'll make you a quality knife for a good price." he spoke over his shoulder as he walked to the door. Finishing, he turned, nodded, and departed.

Kara cocked her head to one side, realizing he must have noticed her empty sheath. Pretty observant, but she supposed in his line of work you noticed arms and armor.

Having claimed a coin pouch and a plain silver ring, Kara stood again. She was standing there, hands on hips, considering the mess when Mary returned from the back where the kitchen was located. 

Mary apparently hadn't overheard the scuffle. She came around the bar carrying Kara's meal and drink, but stopped short when she beheld Kara's handiwork. Kara's first thought was that she hoped the girl didn't faint or throw up. 

Mary was made of sterner stuff than that, it turned out. Getting over her initial surprise, she showed no hesitation in reprimanding Kara utilizing a good many colorful expressions. 

Kara did get to enjoy her meal, but only after placating Mary with several coppers and an almost sincere apology. She especially savored the strong, cinnamon-spiced rum. 

Two hours later Kara was on a wagon moving North. Her plan, vague at this early stage, was to take the pay-wagon up to Hernsburg, then North-East on a return coach to the city of Tollenville. Unless Mirielle had pulled up stakes and moved in the last couple years, (unlikely), she would still be in the same old pine log house her family had kept for several generations. It sat amidst a stand of spruce on five acres of land roughly halfway between the center of the city and the outskirts. At the time her ancestors bought it, before Tollenville grew into a moderate size city, the land had been at the outskirts.

Before catching the pay-wagon out of Blanc Mar, Kara had stopped by the market and the trading post. A week's worth of traveling rations and a full wine skin had gone into her seabag. In addition she purchased a long leather water bladder on a sling which held at least three liters and a light traveling cloak, which she now wore. 

And of course a clean new blouse. In a mischievous mood she had near given the man working the garment shop an episode. Having checked that the shop was otherwise empty and having paid, Kara had turned away from the fellow and stripped to the waist right there. Pulling all her leathers back on over the new blouse and adjusting them, she had grinned over a shoulder at the wide eyed clerk, winked, and departed. 

Slouching in the rocking bed of the wagon amongst crates of iron tools and sacks of clothing bound for the little market in Hernsburg, Kara wondered at her own behavior. Not that she cared two coppers about 'proper' behavior, but she wasn't normally the type to be seized by such adolescent whims. She suspected it was some sort of side effect from whatever the wyrm, Copper, had done to her. 

In an attempt to take her mind off things, Kara passed some time sharpening her knives. Eventually, growing drowsy, she rearranged the sacks of clothing and her sea bag to make herself more comfortable and drifted off to sleep.

There were a few brief stops the next day, but otherwise the wagon rolled on through the day. 

In late afternoon Kara noted the fork where they kept to the right, baring North East, being on their way to Hernsburg. The left fork led almost due North, eventually to the Ironflanks where a few days before she had accidentally met her first dragon.

It was late that after midnight when the wagon finally trundled into Hernsburg. The driver stopped at a hostelry, pulling the wagon under a wide outside awning running the length of the stables. The horses were unharnessed and rubbed down before being led into stalls inside to be watered and fed.

The driver spoke to Kara before walking off on foot bound for the nearest Inn. He suggested if Kara didn't feel like paying for a room she was welcome to pass the night in the wagon. He would roust her before he took the wagon to market in the morning if she wasn't already up. Kara took him up on the offer and spent another night curled amongst the sacks of clothes. 

Though she had grown accustomed to the rattling, bumping movement of the wagon, she slept surprisingly well and woke to cock's crowing somewhere in town. Rising in good humor and ready to stretch her legs, Kara collected her seabag and waterskin and strode out into the orange light and long shadows of dawn. 

Passing through the market in the town square, Kara found a handful of sellers at their booths. She bought a croissant smeared with sweetened butter. Munching contentedly and enjoying the cool morning air she made her way to the coach station. 

She sat on her seabag outside the station and finished her breakfast. It was nearly half an hour before a clerk arrived to open the place up. Kara smiled to herself. Nothing unusual here in the country, but in Tollenville or any of the larger cities to the north, coaches would already have been on the move. There, time was money. Out here, the coaches weren't so busy, or profitable.

Kara bought a ride to Tollenville, one way. The clerk, an officious twig of a man, informed her that her coach would be leaving in an hour. There would be a stop at a way-station around noon where she would change coaches and continue on to her destination.

The ride to the way-station was pleasant enough. Kara had the interior of the coach to herself. She was glad to be able to keep her gear inside with her. It always made her a little itchy, stowing her things on top or in a storage compartment in the rear. Perhaps that was partly a byproduct of having been a thief herself. More than that, though, she just liked being able to lay hands on things at will.

As it turned out, there was another passenger joining her when she switched to the next coach. A young woman, well dressed in a moderately lace-frilled dress and traveling boots. 

The girl introduced herself as Victoria Linworth. Kara recognized her accent and the girl confirmed that she was indeed from Heaven's-Gate, here to meet a suitor. She was the only child of a reasonably successful Heaven's-Gate merchant; the suitor similarly the child of a merchant, but here in Lessane. Kara nodded, giving her first name and good naturedly accepting the unsolicited conversation. 

Explanations done with, the two sat, diagonally across from each other, in silence for the better part of an hour. Finally, grown bored of watching the trees along the side of the road, the girl looked to Kara again. 

"Begging your pardon, miss, but you don't look like a housewife. Does your work take you to Tollenville?"

Kara raised her hands from her lap to shrug off her new cloak. She smiled faintly.

"My work takes me lots of places." 

Victoria's eyes took in Kara's leathers and the five knives that were visible. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. 

An idea occured to Kara and she warmed to it. Drawing two of her knives and flipping them in her hands, she held them out to the girl, handle-first. The girl's eyes got really wide then.

"Go ahead, see how they feel."

Enjoying herself, Kara passed the next few hours with Victoria talking about her past occupations. She explained how to hold a knife and the basics of knife fighting. Dispelled some misconceptions most people had on the subject. Described many of the creatively named techniques employed by the common street thief. Recounted some close calls and exciting misadventures. 

Despite looking every inch the proper young lady, Victoria listened raptly. Before long her eyes danced with such life that Kara fancied she might ask to be brought along to join Kara as a sort of squire. It was only reluctantly that the girl allowed Kara to at least temporarily end the conversation in order to indulge in a nap.

Dark, echoing corridors. An unnerving feeling of disorientation. Little heat-silhouettes along either edge of the hall on the floor. Rats.

Rats, lined up and watching her go by. Where the hell am I, she felt more than thought. 

Through a doorway and into a vast chamber. Suddenly the disorientation vanished. All at once she knew where she was.

And there was the great reptilian beast. It shimmered and faded, replaced by it's pale, nude humanoid form padding up to Kara. It wasted no time in pressing Kara back against the cold stone wall and leaning in to ravage her mouth.

Kara moaned, returning the kiss. Taking her hands from the dragoness' shoulders to begin undressing, she blinked in surprise. Somehow she was as naked as Copper. Her surprise was short-lived. All coherent thought abandoned her as her lover gently but firmly pulled her down onto a shifting mound of coins.

Victoria looked over, drawn from her daydreams by Kara moaning quietly in her sleep. As she watched, Kara's restless shifting included some undeniably suggestive hip movements accompanied by equally suggestive noises. Despite being somewhat less innocent than she looked, Victoria was still compelled to bring a hand up to cover her mouth. Out of habit she further adhered to the unspoken code of mostly-proper ladies by turning her head and watching Kara out of the corner of her eye.

The girl sat a bit longer, trying to imagine what kind of worldly debauchery left a woman with the kind of dreams Kara must have been having. Feeling her pulse quicken and a certain warmth rising unbidden in her, she decided it might be best to rouse Kara. 

Just as she leaned across, intending to lay a hand on Kara's shoulder, the thick leather plates at the front of the half elf's skirt shifted. Victoria flinched away, shrinking back against the padded seat back. She watched in alarm as one of those lengths of leather slowly rose. 

Had a rat or some other critter somehow managed to sneak into Kara's lap, the girl wondered. It wasn't waking her, whatever it was. 

Victoria swallowed hard and leaned across, hesitating with one hand poised to lift aside Kara's skirt. She swallowed hard and steeled herself against her nerves. She didn't want to go into hysterics, screaming and carrying on like a spoiled city tart at the sight of a mouse.

Victoria drew back slightly in anticipation when she lifted the skirt aside. Then she moved closer. When her mind finally grasped what she was seeing she froze in disbelief. 

It wasn't a rat.

Victoria had led a somewhat sheltered youth, but at nineteen she had rolled in the hay a few times. The crotch of Kara's tights was tented and Victoria had little doubt as to what was straining against the fabric. 

She had heard jokes about men dressing up as ladies, but this was something else.

A very faint, pheromone-laden musk reached her nostrils. She felt that warmth rising and spreading through her again. Her pulse and breathing quickened. 

Practically in a trance, Victoria drew the top seam of Kara's tights up and over to release what indeed turned out to be a prominent erection. Her eyes traveled slowly down, following the seam of the tights as she slid it down the length of Kara's cock. 

Just then Kara gave another quiet moan and shifted her hips forward. Victoria blinked when Kara's deeply tanned member tensed, bobbing. As it ceased moving the girl touched a fingertip to the underside, near the base and ran it slowly up to where the foreskin was pulled back to the rim of the swollen head.

She watched in wonder as a tiny bead of precum welled up before her eyes. On impulse she dipped her face forward to lick up the dot of salty fluid. Even with such a slight touch, she could feel that Kara was quite warm to the touch.

Victoria felt herself growing wet. Bending to the will of the lust building in her, she moaned and pressed her face into Kara's lap. Bracing one hand on a soft tanned thigh, she kissed and sucked at the underside of Kara's throbbing cock. She whimpered and murmured lustily, feeling the throbbing and twitching against her mouth.

Her other hand she worked up along her own thigh, beneath her dress and slip. She gave up after a moment wrestling futilely with her ridiculous full-body undergarments. She settled for rubbing herself through the now quite damp frills. Squirming under her own hand she eagerly took the head of Kara's cock past her wet lips to suck and lick.




The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 03



Victoria hungrily sucked down a further dribble of precum, savoring the salty flavor that filled her mouth. There were more noises from Kara. She tensed all over, but it wasn't until she spoke that Victoria realized she had come awake.

"Mmph... mmm? Uh? W-what in hell?" she exclaimed, looking down at Victoria in bewilderment.

There was a wet popping sound as the suction broke when Victoria suddenly pulled her mouth from Kara's cock. The girl drew back, her alarm plain on her face. 

Kara's gaze went from her own glistening member, standing to attention, to the girl's face, to where one of the girl's hands was hidden beneath her somewhat hiked-up dress. She realized she had been dreaming. Her new friend must have come out to play when she became aroused in the dream. 

While putting it all together Kara's gaze had gone unfocused. She flinched at a touch and glanced down to find the girl again leaning forward over her lap to kiss the inside of her thigh. She stared, brows furrowed in disbelief for a moment before objecting.

"Stop it!" she whispered fiercely, "What the hell are you doing?"

Victoria drew back, but only a little, and looked up, giving Kara puppy dog eyes. 

"Sorry. I... can't help it." she apologized. 

Kara stopped short of offering to help it with the back of her hand. Something occured to her and despite what a foolish thing it was the worry about at a time like this, she said something anyway.

"I'm not a man." she muttered.

"I don't know what you are," Victoria replied, "but it doesn't really matter to me."

Telling herself she was crazy, Kara lifted herself just enough to slide her hands between her tights and her ass. She worked them down to her knees, then cupped her smooth little sack and gently moved it aside. 

"Oh!" Kara cried out. 

Upon discovering Kara's pussy, Victoria had again thrust her face forward. This time she was licking and kissing at Kara's slit in lust-fueled abandon. 

Fighting the urge to lean back and let the girl continue, Kara wove her fingers into the girl's blond tresses long enough to forcibly pull her head back. Without missing a beat the girl gripped Kara's shaft and pulled her cock down enough to give the head a sudden, hard suck. 

Kara gasped.

Releasing Kara's shaft, Victoria smiled, touching the tip of her nose to it. She regarded Kara from under her brow.

"Don't you want me to finish?" she asked, affecting a shy, innocent tone.

Blinking hard to think past the pleasure, Kara frowned momentarily. She was experiencing a lot of firsts this week. What could it hurt. As long as the driver didn't stop for anything.

Kara shrugged, nodded. 

"But don't do this." 

She leaned down to draw the girl's hand from under her dress. She gave a smile of her own as she brought the hand up to lick Victoria's juices from her pale, slender fingers.

"I'll take care of you after." 

Victoria had watched longingly. When Kara had finished, the girl returned her attention to pleasuring her. 

Cupping Kara's mound with one hand she worked a finger into her. At the same time she bobbed her head, sucking. She gradually moved faster and more urgently. 

Kara tipped her head back. She was amazed at how quickly the feeling of impending orgasm came on. Her testicles drew up and her hips twitched and rolled. She tightened her stomach muscles, taking a last trembling breath into her chest before arching her back.

"Now, oh... mmph... gonna cum... nownownow, oohhh."

"Mmmph!" Victoria groaned, feeling the first thick spurt of Kara's hot cum hitting the back of her throat and quickly filling her mouth. She swallowed quickly, but still the next surge of seed from Kara was too much and some of it dribbled out to run down her chin as well as Kara's shaft. 

Despite enjoying the feel of Kara's cock throbbing in her mouth, she drew back to avoid choking. Just as her lips left it, another stream erupted forth. As Kara's cock jerked upward, Victoria blinked her left eye shut as a thick white line trailed up from her mouth to her forehead. 

Hearing and feeling Kara's pleasure, along with the hot cum somehow still spurting forth, Victoria was overwhelmed. Shuddering, without even touching herself, she came then. Gripping Kara's thighs, she crouched there, riding the waves of her own orgasm while the rain of cum finally slowed and ended.

When Kara eventually opened her eyes again Victoria was resting her face against Kara's thigh, next to her already shrinking 'manhood.' Lifting her head, the girl wiped at her face before opening her eyes.

"Oh!" she gasped in surprise, watching as Kara's male genitals shrank away completely, again leaving smooth skin and fine auburn hair, sticky with cum.

"It does that." Kara smiled.

Victoria looked up, cheeks flushed. 

"Oh gods, girl, I'm sorry," Kara tried not to laugh, "you look like you serviced a whole platoon." 

The girl smiled sheepishly, nodded. 

Helping her back up onto her seat, Kara kissed her lightly on one glistening cheek. 

"Your turn." she said, beginning to reach up under Victoria's dress.

"No..." she drew Kara gently, but firmly back up by the straps of her knife rig, "... thank you, but... I uh...I came."

"Oh. Really?"

"Quite. A hand cleaning me up would be agreeable." she suggested. "And maybe one more kiss." 

Boldly, she took Kara's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. She lingered before pulling away. Kara took a shaky breath, wiping her lower lip. 

"Aye, well... let's clean up. Any more of that and we'll be starting over. Not sure I'd survive it." Kara said brusquely.

Victoria tried and failed to suppress a grin. Meeting her gaze, Kara bit her lip in an attempt not to break into a foolish grin herself. There was a moment of silence followed by giggles and laughter. 

Several minutes later the two finally saw to cleaning up as best they could.



The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 04



Kara wrenched her knife free from the wall and drummed on the door with the butt end. 

"Mirielle Alexis Collessa, open the door you poxy, wine-swilling whore!"

She was sure Mirielle was standing on the other side of the door, making Kara wait for her amusement. While she waited outside on the raised front deck, Kara tried to ignore the welcoming committee. 

For all appearances, the welcoming committee consisted of two average size goblins, one perched on a railing on either side of her. This put the short greenish fellows at an unfortunate height. Unfortunate for Kara, due to their lack of clothing and humongously oversized genitals. Just now the one on her right was setting up a merry, aimless melody on a stubby set of pipes. Both of them promptly broke into jigging, gyrating dance, setting their long, flaccid goblinhoods to flopping.

When Kara had first mounted the steps and ascended to the deck the goblins had suddenly hopped down from the lip of the roof to land on the railings. Reacting reflexively she had drawn and pitched one of her knives at the one on the left, then drawn two more and was about to engage the second potential threat when she realized the first hadn't gone down. She had stood squinting back and forth between the two for a long moment before it all came together. Two goblins hopping down from the roof to jump her was very unlikely. Kara put together the fact she hadn't missed after all, but that her knife had gone right through, with the fact that the goblin who had a cock that size had to be rarer than hen's teeth. So, Miri was having fun with her.

Finally there was a creaking and the door swung slowly inward. Seeing no one in the doorway, Kara hefted her seabag and stepped in.

"Oh, very dramatic Miri." she muttered.

The pipe playing behind her ceased abruptly. A figure hobbled from behind the door supported by a knotty pinewood staff. It's features were hidden beneath a ragged, shapeless black cloak. 

"What do you seek?" The faint, rasping voice came slowly, stretching the words.

Kara set her bag down against the wall and closed the door behind her. Ignoring the cronish figure, she gazed around the room. Seeing it almost completely unchanged since her last visit brought on a brief wave of nostalgia. The great stone fireplace with the scarred shield Mirielle's father had carried hung over the mantle. The low, wide oak table surrounded by huge pillowy cushions in the fashion of the far off desert tribes. Kara walked over to run a hand over the Chess board carved into the center of the tabletop.

When she turned back Mirielle had set aside the cloak and staff. She was standing up straight now. Kara saw that she seemed not to have aged a bit. Not that either of them was old. Still, Kara enjoyed a measure of prolonged youth and slowed aging due to her half elven heritage. She assumed Miri was managing more or less the same effect through her magic because, if anything, her old friend looked younger than she had the last time Kara had seen her.

They stood looking each other over in silence. Miri was a few inches taller than Kara, slim and long of leg. Straight black hair was pulled back into a thick braid that hung to the middle of her back. A few loose locks hung along her cheeks, framing a face picked out in fine, delicate features. Silver rimmed spectacles perched on her sharp little nose - an affectation, Kara was sure, but behind them were the same lively, intelligent hazel eyes she remembered. Mirielle was a bit on the pale side, but Kara supposed that came with spending overmuch time studying spellbooks and brewing elixirs or whatever exactly it was that mages did to further their craft.

Mirielle's faded blue dress rustled when she shifted to strike a haughty pose, hands on hips. 

"And pray tell, who do you think you're calling a poxy whore?" she posed, tipping her chin down to regard Kara over the tops of her spectacles.

"Oh, did you find a cure for that in one of your books?" Kara replied.

Miri tried not to smile and failed. Without another word she strode forward to embrace Kara. It had been some time since hugs had been a normal part of Kara's life, but after a moments awkward hesitation she relaxed and squeezed Miri tight.

"Oof," still smiling, Mirielle drew back to tap the handle of one of Kara's knives, "You've got more knobs here than a mating hydra."

Kara gave a weak laugh. 

Indeed. Remember you were smiling when you said that.

"Are you well? What brings you out this way?" Miri bustled off to the kitchen, still talking as she went. "Sit down and stay a bit. Would you like some tea?"

Kara raised her eyebrows, shrugged, and seated herself on a velvety crimson cushion. 

"I'm well enough, but I'm afraid this isn't an idle visit. Tea would be fine... if you don't have anything stronger."

While moving about the kitchen preparing drinks Mirielle kept up a seemingly endless stream of questions and comments. Another thing about practicing magic and keeping yourself mostly to yourself - you didn't get a lot of chance for conversation. Not with other people at any rate. Kara noticed that aside from taking verbal advantage of the company, Miri had developed the habit of talking to herself. 

When Miri returned from the kitchen she set a wooden serving tray on the table and sat on a cushion opposite Kara. There were two clay mugs of pine needle tea with honey and cinnamon as well as two pint-size bottles wrought of blue glass. The bottles were short and round, their corks dribbled with sealing wax. Miri set one of the mugs before Kara then applied a corkscrew to a cork and set the opened bottle next to Kara's mug.

"Tea ... and something stronger." she announced merrily.

They sipped their tea.

"You don't treat everyone to the same welcome I got?" Kara asked, consciously putting off bringing up the reason for her visit.

"The illusions? Oh, no, I only lavish such special attention on old friends and tax collectors. Normally I go with a pair of big, armored halberdiers. You got a treat actually. I only just recently learned to add sound to my illusions. Can't manage much yet, hence the redundant tunes on the pipes, but it's a start."

"Well, you've certainly gotten the hang of green cocks, so to speak." Kara replied wryly. 

Miri smiled into her tea. Kara decided to go ahead and lay her cards on the table. But first, 'something stronger'. She lifted the blue glass bottle and peered curiously at the contents. Whatever it was, it looked a reddish brown and thick. She frowned, shrugged.

"Here's blood in your eye." she said under her breath.

With half the bottle down she barely managed to set it back on the table and finish swallowing without spilling or spitting any of the mystery drink. She coughed convulsively, sputtered and wiped at her watering eyes. It was thick. Terribly potent, heavily sugared - possibly with honey, enough cinnamon that Kara expected to breath fire and enough anis that it would be clearing her sinuses if the alcohol fumes hadn't already taken care of that. When she could breath more or less normally, Kara drank down most of her tea.

"Gods, Miri, what in the frozen Hell is that?" she asked, still blinking tears from the corners of her eyes.

Miri's eyes had gone wide and her mouth dropped open when Kara had incautiously tipped the bottle up. 

"Oh... oh dear. I didn't think you would try to drink it all at once. It's really meant to be watered down when you serve it. I thought... I thought you could try a bit and follow it with tea. Are you alright? You should probably drink more tea. I don't think that was enough to cause serious poisoning, but you should really probably drink more tea. You can sleep in my bed and I'll just fetch a quilt and sleep in here."

"Why would I sleep in your bed? There are still inns in Tollenville, yes?" Kara asked before Miri could continue.

"Ah, well um, it might have been difficult to tell just how strong that was, what with the cinnamon and -"

"And the anis. Aye, well, in fact it felt plenty strong anyhow." Kara cut in.

Miri tipped her head back to look down her little nose at Kara.

"Yes, well, you'll be quite drunk very shortly." 

Kara half expected her to finish with 'so there.' She refrained from coming up with a retort and instead finished her mug of tea. She was beginning to feel the mystery drink take effect already. She fixed Miri with a withering look and held her mug out.

"More tea."

While Mirielle retrieved the pitcher of tea from the kitchen Kara untied a pouch from her belt and opened it. She tipped it up and shook the contents out on the table. The coins that toppled out she returned to the pouch, leaving only the little copper scroll. When Miri returned Kara waited for her to set down the pitcher and her refilled mug. Once she was seated Kara held the scroll out to her.

"Let's see if your bookwormery can actually be put to good use. What do you make of this?"

Miri hesitated when she touched it, surprised to discover it really was copper. She unrolled it and held it up mere inches from her face. At length she spoke without lowering it.

"Well, there is one thing you might not have noticed."

"Yes?"

"It appears to be made of copper."

Kara sighed. Her mental clarity was going fuzzy around the edges. Miri was right – she'd be tipsy in short order. The prospect of trying to explain her predicament while slurring her words was not an appealing one. In that case Miri would doubtless think it a joke.

"Similar to old dwarvish runescript. Not something I can translate. Why? Where'd you find it? If I had some idea what you were looking for I might be more help." Miri continued.

"Mirielle."

"Hmm?"

"Look at me. Please. Pay attention and save the jokes - preferably until I'm not present. I want to try to explain while I can still speak properly."

So Kara told a somewhat abridged version of the events of the trip to the Ironflank Mountains, the empty dwarven halls, the dragon 'Copper.' Despite her long friendship with Miri, and the increasing effects of her intoxication, her gaze drifted down to the tabletop or her mug of tea during the more bizarre and personal bits. There was a brief unintentional intermission after her murder of Collen something-or-other due to Kara hurriedly vacating through the front door to vomit over the railing of the deck. Aside from insisting that Kara swallow down a thick, chalky mixture which was supposed to help settle her stomach, Miri was quiet and attentive throughout. 

By the time Kara had finished her story she was laying on her side, speaking in a bleary mumble, clearly fighting to remember what she was talking about. Miri had lit a few candles with one of her homemade matches. Dusk was turning to night outside. Crickets and miller beetles were making their music. Fireflies drifted in and out of view outside the windows. 

Mirielle pondered for a bit. When she looked at Kara next the poor drunk lass had passed out curled up on the floor against the red cushion she had earlier been sitting on. Miri tapped her mug on the tabletop.

"Hey!"

Kara's head jerked up, but her eyelids only made it up to half-mast.

"Humm? Hell?" she grumbled.

"You can't sleep there. You'll be needing a double dose of my hangover cure tomorrow as it is. The last thing you want is a stiff neck from sleeping like that and bruised ribs from laying on all those knife handles. Come on. You'll sleep in my bed. There's plenty of room." 

Miri carried on speaking while half leading - half carrying Kara back to her bedroom, despite Kara's insensate, grumbling responses.

"Let's get you out of some of this leather. And the socks. You'll end up with swampfoot otherwise, and then I'll have to buy some more brimstone to make a batch of Seg's Foot Powder, which you wouldn't apply as prescribed."

Kara's attempts at helping Miri get her undressed and into bed only served to slow the process. Miri kept up a rambling monologue, patiently working around Kara's unbalanced movements. When Kara was sitting on the bed wearing only the linen wrap binding her breasts and her tights, Miri's genuine curiosity, more than any prurient impulse, goaded her to continue. Besides, it was Kara. It wasn't as if they hadn't enjoyed a good many nights together in this same bed back when Kara was staying in Tollenville.

Aside from a couple scars that Miri didn't remember, Kara's naked body was as lovely and tantalizing as the last time she saw it. What with the drunkenness and vomiting, Miri wasn't as tempted as she might have been, but she did take a good look to satisfy her curiosity. No, no extra bits. Well, Kara had said that it came and went, so to speak. They could discuss it in the morning. 

Miri tended to prefer sleeping nude. As she recalled, it was a preference Kara shared, but just in case Miri found a short tunic for her. It was just long enough to leave Kara a bit of modesty, assuming she didn't move too much. 

With Kara tucked into bed, Miri padded back out to pick up their dishes. Having forgone dinner she was feeling peckish. A piece of soft sourdough bread with a sliver of herb stuffed goat cheese went down well with half a glass of cold milk from her 'cold chest.' Miri reflected that the enchantment keeping the inside of the chest almost cold enough to freeze water was, in hindsight, definitely one of her better choices.

Happily sated, Miri blew out the candles and made her way back to join Kara in bed.



Miri finished the last bite of her breakfast of ham and cheese while running a finger along the text she was reading. The old tome in front of her was titled 'Magick & Heretic Belief of the Lower Races,' written by one 'Evelard Mockin II, Scientist, Researcher and Scribe of the Holy Church by appointment by Archbishop Halliot.' The passage she was reading described the Shamanistic practices of goblin 'witch doctors.' Miri suspected that most of it was conjecture or pure fabrication, but it made for entertaining reading. 

A faint moaning from the bedroom drew her attention from the reading. Smiling to herself, she marked the page with a frayed strip of blue linen and closed the heavy book. Rising and moving around the table, Miri took the clay bottle she had earlier prepared from the shelf over the washbasin. 

"Coming." she called as she started down the hall.

Kara was sitting up in bed, the heels of her palms pressed over her eyes.  

"Here, drink this. I'd suggest all at once." 

Kara lowered a hand to open one eye a crack. She stared for several seconds. Miri loomed, wearing a brick red tunic belted over crimson leggings and proferring a small clay bottle.

"What is it?" 

"Sailor's Succor – my hangover cure. Come now, drink." Mirielle's voice grew stern, as if Kara were a recalcitrant child refusing medicine.

Kara wrinkled her nose, but took the bottle and tipped it up. 

"Ughh! That's almost as bad as the liquor was." Kara complained, handing the empty bottle back.

"Yes, well, it works. Now, what would you like to break your fast on? It'll be lunch at this point. After breakfast we can visit a friend of mine at the library who might be able to help with the scroll."

To her pleasant surprise, the pain in Kara's head, punctuated with each beat of her heart, was already diminishing. She noted the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains. 

"All right, it works. I still don't think -"

"Believe me, when it kicks in you'll develop an appetite. I'll make a hash." Miri interrupted before leaving the room again.

When Kara emerged from the hallway a few minutes later it was with a much clearer head and settled stomach. In fact, she felt like she had been chewing on ginseng. She was flush with a growing warmth and energy. Maybe she would eat something after all. Right after she had a word...

"Mirielle, dear, why am I naked?" she affected a sarcastically pleasant tone, stepping over to speak quietly in Miri's ear.

"You're not – you're wearing one of my old tunics. And don't you usually sleep naked?" 

Kara moved in against Miri's back, putting her hands on her friend's hips, and stood on tiptoes to look over her shoulder. The smell of the sizzling ham and potato hash already wafted about the room pleasantly. This close, Kara breathed in the lavender and rosewater scent of Miri's hair as well.

"Yes, but your old tunic falls barely below my naval," she exaggerated slightly, "and where are my knives?" 

"It's no wonder you never settled down with a man. Always more interested in playing with your knives." Miri rolled her eyes.

Her words were wasted, kara's attention having strayed. Hardly conscious of what she was doing, eyes closing, Kara nuzzled her face against Miri's neck, inhaling deeply. Her hands slid forward to form an embrace from behind. 

"Oh," Miri gently pushed herself back against Kara, smiling, "changed your mind about the knives?"

Kara paused, eyes still closed, lips parted, in preparation for what she wasn't sure. What was she doing? In a few minutes she had gone from a hangover to hungry to... Could this be another side effect of the Wyrm's curse?

Kara deliberately moved her face away and started to draw back, but Miri took hold of her wrists.

"Don't panic. You're not losing your mind. Please don't be angry, but I um, I might have put a little something extra in your hangover drought. After your story I was curious and..."

Kara blinked, trying to process what was being said while fighting the urges growing along with the heat inside her. Her nipples were hard against Miri's back and her sex was beginning to throb.

"You poisoned me?"

"I – well, technically you could say that. It'll wear off in a while." Miri released Kara long enough to move the griddle of food off the hot stove then turned about to face her. "I know we haven't been together like this in a long time, but there's no harm in a little experimental research, hmm?"

Kara hadn't moved except to press a hand to herself low on her tummy where the heat was now accompanied by a sense of building pressure. Miri moved in this time, sliding a hand up along the back of Kara's neck into her hair. 

"Here, let me apologize." she whispered.

The softness of the kiss only served to fuel the impatience of Kara's lust. She held her breath as Miri lingered, drawing out that first gentle contact. When Miri drew back to set aside her spectacles, Kara took a deep, trembling breath. Miri looked her in the eyes, smiling in anticipation.

Her smile disappeared when Kara lurched and doubled up, clutching her stomach. She started to bend down to try to help, afraid Kara was having an unforeseen reaction to the aphrodisiac-laced concoction, but Kara was already straightening up. Kara steadied herself against Miri.

"Well, it wasn't as bad as last time I was awake for it." she said, half to herself.

"You're all right? Wha-?" Mirielle began, concerned.

Kara tried not to blush on top of everything else. She stepped back and wiggled her hips. Miri's questions stopped abruptly when her eyes caught the tented spot in the tunic above Kara's crotch sliding about to the motion of her hips. Kara felt a certain satisfaction in seeing her old friend's reaction. It wasn't often Mirielle was rendered speechless.

"Oh... my..." Miri eventually murmured. 

Glancing between Kara's face and the hovering hem of her borrowed tunic, Miri tentatively moved to kneel in front of Kara. Watching her reach up, Kara felt herself shiver in anticipation. Muscles down below her tummy twitched. 

Miri flinched when Kara's erection jumped. There was a moment of silence before the two simultaneously burst into nervous laughter. When their laughter had subsided, Kara took a deep breath and pulled the tunic up and off. 

"Oh..." was all Miri managed this time. 

Kara swallowed and concentrated on speaking despite the aphrodisiac's rapidly growing control. 




The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 04



"Two things... Miri. One... I need you to help me figure what to do about... this. But I'm not some rare frog... for you to poke at and study."

"And the second thing?" Miri asked distractedly, sliding her hands up the front of Kara's thighs.

"You put me in this state. Seems only fair... you should tend to the problem." 

Mirielle nodded in response and promptly ran her tongue up the length of Kara's cock. She wrapped one hand gently around the base, noting the heat and the perceptible throbbing of Kara's pulse. Kara moaned and a thin stream of hot precum dribbled from her glans to run down over Miri's thumb. 

Miri raised her eyebrows before taking the head of Kara's throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked gently, feeling and tasting the dribbles of fluid as they emerged in time with Kara's throbbing. She swallowed, amazed at the amount, but sure that Kara hadn't cum yet. 

Breathing in the faint musk of Kara's body and feeling Kara's hands come to rest on her head, Mirielle's lust quickly overcame any lingering self-restraint. Sucking harder, she bobbed her head so that Kara's cock just touched her throat. She held the Kara's cock steady with one hand. With the other she reached around to give Kara's ass a squeeze.

Almost immediately Kara tensed, feeling herself already on the verge of coming. 

"Oh... Miri... uhn..." she gasped, almost overcome by the combination of intense pleasure, building pressure and light-headedness.

Miri 'mmm'ed around her mouthful. She felt Kara's legs trembling, her hips losing rhythm to jerk roughly. Drawing back enough to avoid being gagged, she actually felt the first great rush of thick, hot semen rush up the length of Kara's spasming cock. Swallowing down the first spurt as it struck the back of her throat, Miri drew back further to release from her mouth.

Kara looked down, mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure, to watch Miri tip her head back, her own mouth hungrily opened. Miri replaced the pressure of her mouth with both hands, stroking. Kara's hips bucked, uncontrolled, and long, thick streams of cum erupted to arc across Miri's face and hair. A couple spurts cleared Miri completely to spatter on the floor. 

Kara's orgasm and accompannying ejaculation seemed to carry on for an eternity. After the last few spasms rocked her hips and ejected a last dribble of cum, she stood motionless, but for the trembling of her legs. Several seconds passed before she exhaled and drew a shuddering breath.

"Gods," Miri spoke up after swallowing, "that's amazing."

Kara managed a self-conscious smile. Watching her friend stroking her and happily sitting under a shower of her cum had been unexpectedly arousing. Now that she was coming down from the pleasure high, the effects of the scene were less physical and more emotional. She didn't know if it was more the effect of a new kind of intimacy with an old friend and lover, or more just the glow one tends to get after great sex. It had been a long time since Kara had spent time with a person she felt comfortable and safe with, never mind one she could share something like this with. Allowing herself a girlish giggle, she decided to just enjoy it while it lasted, and not worry about where it was going.

"I... Gods, Kara," Mirielle laughed, "I've never seen so much cum."

"Yeah... sorry, I didn't expect to cum so fast." Kara gently removed Miri's hands from her sticky, slowly softening member and held them. She squatted down and leaned in to gently but firmly move Miri onto her back on the floor. She rolled to one side to recover the tunic from where she had dropped it, then rolled back. 

One of Miri's sticky hands slid blindly over her naked body, playfully pinching here and squeezing there. Kara rolled her eyes, smiling, and carefully dabbed at Miri's well coated eyelids. 

"Thanks." Miri blinked, opened her left eye and kep the right squeezed shut. "I had forgotten how much that stuff burns the eyes."

Kara regarded her, again feeling a surge of mingling emotions. She dabbed again at her friend's face with the wadded tunic before lowering herself to lap a missed drop from one cheek. She felt Miri smile. Shifting, she pressed her mouth to Miri's for a long, deep kiss.

"Have I told you how glad I am that you decided to visit?" Mirielle asked when they parted again. 

"Mmm."

"You can return the favor whenever you're ready, by the way."

"I don't recall poisoning you." Kara arched an eyebrow, smirking.

"Ungrateful wench. I should turn you into a toad." Mirielle feigned a wrathful tone.

"Uh huh. I'm gonna go get dressed. I'll feel better with all my knives on." she countered sarcastically. "Find a cloth and I'll help clean all the... me... out of your hair. You'll want to change your clothes. Then we can eat that breakfast that's probably gone cold."

"Hmph. I really should turn you into a toad."

"Having delusions of granduer? In your dreams maybe you could do that. Besides, after breakfast you can take me to see this friend at the library and, who knows, maybe after that you can be the one stripped naked in the kitchen."



The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 05



It was midafternoon by the time Kara and Miri left Miri's home, bound for the city's one public library. The day was bright and warm. As they moved closer to the city's center, the sounds of horsecarts and market criers grew while the birdsong and insect droning faded. The two passed the time revisiting old memories and catching each other up on developments since last they spent time together.

They passed through a residential area, skirted a low hill topped with temple, garden, and graveyard, and entered the Southern business district. Had they been unfamiliar with Tollenville, it would have been easy enough to follow their noses to the Southern Open Market at the heart of the business district. 

Cutting through dim side alleys, Kara noted several unsavory looking characters leaning in shadowed doorframes or crouched amidst refuse. She rested a ready hand on one of her knife hilts until Miri noticed and, smiling, dismissed her concern. While she had managed to pass herself off as merely an alchemist and healer, the rumor mill widely held that Miri was a witch or mage of some sort. The varying particulars of the rumor were apparently unpleasant enough to keep the riffraff from testing it's veracity. 

On their way through the Open Market, Mirielle halted their progress once at a wine seller's stall. The small, mustachioed fellow specialized in small-batch house wines brought inland from cities along the coast. The wealthy upper class of the city would turn up it's collective nose at such 'common fare', Miri explained, but some of it was quite good. 

"Ah, Buon-giorno Signora Collessa!" the mustachioed fellow exclaimed as the women approached his stall. He cast his arms out wide, with open hands, as if hoping to hug them both at once. Momentarily Kara decided the vast gesticulation and exessively excited welcome were just cultural habits. The little man spoke a random mix of common and Danielli, the language of the country of the same name which bordered Lesanne on the East.

"Amico Damiano, Buon-giorno!" Mirielle shouted back merrily. She leaned across the counter to allow Damiano to plant a chaste peck on either cheek. 

"This is an old friend, Kara," she explained, glancing from Damiano to Kara, "Kara, meet Damiano."

"Ah, an-other bella ragazza!" Damiano beamed, reaching out to accept Kara's hand. 

A bit surprised, Kara offered up her left hand. Damiano received it gently in both of his own and kissed her knuckle, further surprising her. 

Mirielle, meanwhile, stage whispered, "He's being especially flattering now, calling us beautiful girls as opposed to ladies." 

"Have you been sleeping with him?" Kara murmered back

"Tsss, hush," Miri hissed through a smile, "Not yet. We're here because my librarian friend happens to be partial to a particular coastal brineberry red which Damiano happens to carry."

"Ah." Kara nodded sagely.

While Mirielle good-naturedly haggled with Damiano, Kara stood by, glancing around at the other vendors and the milling ebb and flow of customers moving about the market. Tollenville had nothing like the size or trade traffic of Chevalia or Villette, but compared to Blanc Mar it was teeming. She had been out in the boonies too long, Kara reflected. Not to mention, she thought sourly, she probably wouldn't have ended up cursed by a dragon if she had been busy in a real city instead of lying about in Blanc Mar.

Kara's day-dreaming was cut short when Miri handed her a reed-woven bag weighted with three bottles. They waved, Miri a bit more enthusiastically, to Damiano, who vociferously bade them farewell and come again. 

Kara slowed as they passed a fellow hawking scimitars – supposedly carried all the way from the Sultanates of the Desert of Endless Sands – but Miri dragged her along by an elbow. 

"Come along. We're almost there." 

"Awww, mu-um, was only looking," Kara affected a childish whine, "besides, I'd never buy anything so unwieldy."

The library, when they came to it, impressed Kara. Even sitting as it did in the oldest, middle section of the city, it seemed older than everything around it. The six great fluted limestone columns, the slab awning they suppoted and the wide marble steps beneath were all reminiscent of the architecture of the ancient coastal City-States far off to the North-East. The gargoyles leering from each corner and peak were very like those Kara had seen in the old sections of Heaven'sgate. The doors, on the other hand, were unlike anything Kara had seen. As Miri led her across the threshold, Kara paused to run a hand over the fantastical scenes carved into the oak panels of one door.

"This way." Mirielle started off down a side aisle between towering shelves of burnished ironwood laden with hundreds upon hundreds of volumes. Beyond being more accustomed to books than the average citizen, Miri clearly felt at home in the old library.

Before following, Kara stopped to let her eyes wander and her ears atune to the odd, unguagable quality of sounds caused by the maze of shelves. Straight ahead ran a long, wide hemp rug which terminated at the foot of a raised dais. Atop the dais sat a high backed chair and upon the chair slumped a grey whiskered member of the City Guard, apparently fast asleep. He wore boiled leather armor, a rather old and tarnished half helm and a silk band on one arm bearing the city's colors. In his lap, unloaded, lay a small crossbow.

Kara was surprised that the city would allocate a guard specifically to defend a library, even such a ... ripe fellow as this. Perhaps the library held something of political value. Rare religious texts or some such. 

Sparing a glance up at the ceiling, Kara shrugged and hurried to catch up with Mirielle. She caught up at an intersection of aisles and spoke up quietly.

"I didn't expect it to be so... grand. Or to have a resident representative of the City Guard."

"Ah, Wilfrous. He's just for show, and not much for that. The Guard assigns the post to their most decrepit member who hasn't yet retired or their freshest recruit, depending on the Captain's mood. It's really just a reminder that the City Council and the Magistrate share interest in the library. The latter and half of the former all moved here specifically to enjoy the written resources gathered here.

The story goes that Valen Lesanne, a great-great-grand nephew to the founder of this fine country, designed, funded and oversaw the construction of this library. He had been a traveling scholar and wanted a place where he could share his collected experiences and literary finds with others. After his death, the library, as well as Valen's considerable wealth and land holdings went to the City as per his will. The only catch was that they had to keep the library open and employ at least one caretaker to maintain it.

The library's reputation has long attracted scholars and researchers. The current Magistrate is by all accounts a pompous windbag, but he fancies himself a historian as well – and everyone knows it. Among the six City Council members are a linguist, a religious scholar and a former professor from Chevalia, all of whom are known to spend time here. 

Magistrate Renald isn't as fond of hanging as his predecessor, but he is known to espouse creative maiming. As one might expect, the criminal element seems to have decided books aren't worth the risk."

Miri was still going on when they arrived at their destination. The two stopped in an open area before a massive desk. What could be seen of the desk was time worn, matching the burnished ironwood shelves that hemmed it in. An area about ten feet around it would have been open space, if not for the books. As if all the shelves weren't enough, stacks of volumes formed battlements around the desk, leaned against the ends of shelves and stood in dusty towers amidst what little empty floor was left.

Kara noticed an irregular scritching sound eminating from behind the stacks of books and parchments which lined the forward edge of the desk. She gave Miri a questioning look.

"Sylvie can become quite intent on her work." Miri offered.

Miri lifted a large leatherbound tome from the top of the wall of stacks and dropped it again. There was a heavy 'woomph' when the book landed, followed immediately by a surprised squeak from behind the stacks. 

"Hello?" came a soft, uncertain voice.

"It's Mirielle, dear. Why don't you rest the quill for a bit and come say hello?"

There was a pause. There was more scritching, a sound like sand on parchment, silence. Then the sounds of someone manuevering out through a veritable warren of written works. What emerged was a small, mousy young woman with ink stained hands and thick, wire rimmed spectacles tucked up on top of her head. She rubbed surreptitiously at her eyes then blinked. She looked back and forth between Miri and Kara a few times.

"I already said hello." she ventured finally.

Kara, meanwhile, smiled faintly, taking in the mannerisms and attire of the stereotypical bookworm. Sylvie was perhaps five feet tall – with no adjustment for footwear necessary, as she stood in her stockinged feet. Like Miri, she was a bit on the pale side, though she nonetheless exhibited a dappling of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Dark crescents below her big, red-rimmed brown eyes suggested long hours working by candlelight. The girl's right hand returned to a certain posture when at rest, as if it still held a quill, ready to write. 

"Yes, but you were asking then," Miri replied amiably, "Besides, I'd like to introduce you to an old friend. This is Kara. Kara, Sylvie."

Kara extended a hand to shake. Sylvie leaned forward to take her hand rather than step closer. After breaking contact, Kara belatedly realized that in shrugging her cloak over her shoulder she had exposed half her knives and the little librarian's eyes were glued to them. 

"We come bearing gifts." Miri added, hoping to break the spell. She nudged Kara.

"Oh. Aye, gifts." Kara lifted the woven bag with a clinking of bottles. 

"Oh. Um, here, lend a hand," Sylvie began shifting stacks from the edge of the desk to add them to existing piles on the floor, "These can go... here. And those... yes, that's fine. Careful."

When a sizeable portion of desktop was clear, Sylvie hazarded the depths of a desk drawer that Kara suspected she might fit inside and emerged with three glazed clay mugs, a cast iron corkscrew, and a waxed paper bundle tied loosely with twine. The bundle, untied and unfolded, yielded half a boule, an end of smoked sausage, a block of sharp Gedevari cheese the size of Kara's fist and a small paring knife. 

By the time they all had a mug of Sylvie's favorite wine in them, the little librarian had relaxed visibly. She chatted with Miri about recent news and rumors, described the translating project she was working on, listened to Miri's vague explanation of history with Kara. 

"So... is there a particular reason... for your visit? Need a special history or map or something? My favorite wine usually comes with a request." 

"Actually, Kara came to me hoping to find a translation. When I couldn't help, I naturally brought her here." Miri replied.

"Well... I am an excellent translater." Sylvie nodded, cracking a shy smile. Turning to Kara she asked, "What do you need translated?"

Kara fished in a pouch, drew out the copper scroll and handed it over. She said nothing, curious to see what Sylvie would make of the graven runes.

Sylvie drew the spectacles from her head down onto her nose before inspecting the scroll. She peered at it, turned it over more than once, ran her fingers slowly over the engravings. Lost in thought, she held the sheet inches from her face in one hand, worrying her lower lip with the thumb and forefinger of the other. Two solid minutes passed.

Miri cleared her throat.

Sylvie blinked then turned her head slowly, as if the scroll were exerting a physical pull that she had to work against. Miri ignored the comical effect of Sylvie's already big brown eyes as seen through thick magnifying lenses.

"What do you think?"

"It does look much like Dwarven runescript at a glance," Sylvie began, eyes sliding back to the text in question, "I recognize a couple characters. It could be some sort of dialect I've never seen. But it could just be a coincidence. Where did you find this?"

"Brought it back from a Dwarven mountain settlement, as it so happens." Kara replied smoothly.

"Oh."

"Thanks, all the same, for taking a look at it. Maybe I'll try the University in Chevalia next." 

Sylvie's brow furrowed.

"Oh, no. I'm not done," she explained, allowing the scroll to roll back up and gently placing it on the table behind her, "I just need a few books."

Finding herself again in familiar territory, Sylvie took on a business-like demeanor. At her instruction the three gathered books on language, ancient cultures, tablet carving, metalwork, engraving and, of course, Dwarves. The wine bottles were set aside, atop a relatively stable stack and the food was wrapped and returned to the vault-like drawer. The new load of books served to re-erect the wall which had hidden Sylvie from sight upon their arrival.

"I'll go tell old Mister Wil to go ahead home and I'll lock up. This may take some time... You can come back tomorrow, or you're welcome to stay in my room tonight. It's in the back – Miri knows." Sylvie was already out of sight before she finished explaining.

Kara wiped a string of cobweb from one hand onto the front of her cloak. She fixed Miri with a look.

"So... that's progress, then." Miri offered.

"Her room doesn't look like her desk, does it?" 

"Well, not last I saw it. Actually, it was on the sparse side. She doesn't spend a lot of time in it. Falls asleep out here as often as not, if I had to guess."

Kara grunted noncommitally. 

"Should have brought a whetstone." she muttered, ruefully eyeing the new stacks lining the edge of the desk.

"Um, yes, well... when she says it might take 'a while'... she might mean days." Mirielle studied the worn toes of her traveling boots as she spoke. 

Before Kara could process this and respond, Sylvie reappeared, twirling a heavy iron key on a leather thong. She handed the key to Miri before picking her way back behind the desk. 

"That'll release the locking mechanisms that hold the bolt on the doors – and you remember – there's a counterweight that lets you lift it out of the brackets. In case you want out." Sylvie's disembodied voice addressed Miri.

While Kara wandered about, giving herself an aimless tour, Miri spent the next few hours helping Sylvie leaf through books. When she thought she had memorized the maze of shelves, Kara made her way back to Sylvie's room to stow her cloak and boots. 

The furnishings in the room were indeed sparse. There was a low bed against the far wall with a hardwood nightstand next to it. On the stand was a copper wash basin, a clay jug, a cotton rag and a stub of candle. Against the left wall stood a rough pine chest of drawers. Built seemlessly into the right wall, the back wall of the entire building, was a large fireplace carved in the likeness of a roaring lions head. It seemed out of place, or rather, made everything else in the room seem so. 

On the bright side, Kara thought to herself, with that fireplace and more material then they could burn in a week, they wouldn't be cold at night. Leaving her cloak and boots next to the chest of drawers, Kara padded back to check on the bookworms.

The light was fading and Miri had cast a minor spell to aid in their efforts. A glow eminated from a point just above the ladies' heads, like a high burning oil lamp but for the fact it never flickered or dimmed. As she approached, Kara heard a familiar scritching coming from the magically lit alcove. Miri sat on one corner of the desk, half turned to watch Sylvie at work. At Kara's arrival she slid back off the desk, careful not to disturb the stacks.

"She's found something," she tipped her head in Sylvie's direction, "working on what might be your translation now."

"Well, that probably calls for a celebration, yes? Where's that wine?" Kara asked.

Miri smiled, stepping closer.

"Maybe you've already forgotten the hangover you woke up with?" she chided.

Kara rolled her eyes.

"But mu-um..." they both broke into hushed laughter, leaning in to embrace. 

Kara put her arms around her friend's waist, pulling them together at the hips and Miri hooked one arm over Kara's shoulder, resting her other hand gently along the line of Kara's jaw. Holding eye contact, Miri slowly ran the pad of her thumb lingeringly along Kara's lower lip. There was a frozen moment that lasted until Kara shivered.

She blinked and the next moment she was up on her tiptoes, crushing her mouth to Miri's. Miri was caught off guard by her friend's sudden intensity and was just parting her lips when Kara's tongue pushed wetly between them. Miri moaned into the kiss as their tongues met, pressing slickly along and against each other. 

Kara's urgency soon mellowed to a smoldering heat. Regaining her wits somewhat, she drew back, playfully pulling at Miri's lower lip with her front teeth before breaking contact. It was a long moment before Miri opened her eyes and closed her mouth. When their eyes met, Miri arched an eyebrow. 

"Kara, love, are those your knives, or are you just impossibly excited?"

Kara rolled her eyes again and stepped back, sliding her hands back around to again rest on Miri's hips.

"Oh," Miri made a show of noticing Kara's knives, "just the knives, then." 

"Clever. Maybe you could come back to the bedroom and help me take them off?" 

"Hmmm." Mirielle feigned mulling the idea over.

"Hello?"

Kara locked eyes with Miri. Biting her own lower lip, Miri pressed a hand over Kara's mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Yes, Sylvianna dear?" she called back.

"I've just... run out of ink. I... think I've a correct translation from the original into modern Dwarven runescript. I know spoken Dwarven, but... my reading and writing is spotty. Translating to Lesanni will probably take an hour or so. Of course, if I was wrong about the first translation... well, the Lesanni will be gibberish."

"That's wonderful, but can you do that without ink?" Miri asked.

"I meant to say... There's another inkwell in the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers in my room. If you could-"

"Of course. I'll retrieve it for you directly." Miri interrupted. She slipped away from Kara with a shrug. "Sorry, I've been conscripted." 

Kara helped herself to a modest celebratory swallow of wine while Miri retrieved the ink and passed it over the stacks to the sequestered Sylvie. 

"Syvlie dear, Kara and I are going to retire to your room and attempt to get some sleep. If you get tired, just come roll us out of bed." 

Miri took one of Kara's hands and started off toward the bedroom, towing her friend along by an index finger.

"We're going to sleep?" Kara asked incredulously.

"I said 'attempt.' Is it my fault if something comes up?"

"I think maybe, a bit, yes." Kara replied.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Miri smiled, turning to face Kara and pull her into the bedroom and another kiss. 

The two moved slowly across the room, kissing, groping and leaving a trail of discarded clothing from the doorway to the bed. Oblivious to her surroundings, Miri backed into the bed and tumbled backward, carrying Kara with her. Laughing, they rolled onto the bed, wriggling about until Miri lay on her back with Kara kneeling between her spread legs. 

Leaning forward, Kara plucked away Miri's glasses to turn about and place them on the floor at the foot of the bed. Turning back she found Miri pulling her knees up to present her still booted feet. Kara arched an eyebrow, then, lowering her gaze, she flashed an evil grin. 




The Wyrm's Curse Ch. 05



Head down, arching her back like a cat stretching, Kara slid in under Miri's lifted feet. Working her fingers under the waist of Miri's white cotton tights, Kara tugged them down over hips and buttocks just enough to reveal Miri's sex.

"W-Wait, wha-?" Miri sputtered, surprised. 

Kara splayed her tanned fingers across Miri's pale buttocks and dipped her face in to part soft lips with her tongue. Her tongue found the hot pink folds already slick. She nuzzled in, licking and sucking at Miri's lips, feeling juices sticky against her cheeks and chin.

Miri's surprised exclamations quickly turned to murmurs and moans of pleasure. Eventually she pulled her legs back and, stretching a bit, pulled her own boots off, tossing them haphazardly aside, followed by her tights. 

"Hey," Mirri reached down to run her fingers into Kara's hair, "c'mere."

Kissing here and there along the way, Kara moved on all fours up Miri's body until they were almost face to face. She kissed Miri, just touching her gleaming lips to her friend's, before mischeviously wiping her slick lower face back and forth on Miri's cheek, ending with one further, lip smacking kiss.

"Mwah!"

"Oh, thanks," Miri laughed, "I've always said 'I wish I could rub my face in my own crotch.' I think you're getting more perverse and lusty since you started growing a cock." 

"Mmm... speaking of which." Kara slid down to press her body to Miri's. 

Miri gave a little gasp.

"Is that... but you didn't..."

Kara's erect cock lay trapped between them. Miri felt it throb against her from her shaven mound all the way up to her naval. 

"I guess maybe my body is getting used to it," Kara shrugged, "It only hurt for just a moment this time."

"Mmm." Miri murmured, tipping her head to nibble at Kara's ear. "Now put it in me. Just, not all at once, yes?"

"I'll try to restrain myself." Kara whispered, withdrawing to again kneel between Miri's legs.

Rolling her hips back, Kara pressed her cock down with one hand until she could tentatively rub the swollen head between Miri's lips. Shifting her hips slowly forward and back, she slid the length of her shaft along Miri's wetness. Miri shifted slightly, catching her breath each time as Kara's cock slid over her clit. 

Kara paused, cock in hand, poised to finally enter Miri. 

"You know," she said quietly, meeting Mirielle's eyes, "this is the first time... I haven't actually put it in anyone." 

"Does that mean I'm taking your virginity?" Miri teased. "Relax, Kara. It's been a while, but we've done just about everything but this, in case you've forgotten." she added in a more serious tone.

Smiling again, Kara leaned down to kiss Miri again. While they kissed, she slowly but firmly pressed the head of her cock into Miri's slick hole. Miri moaned into their kiss.

Kara was reminded of the girl, Alexandria, who had used her mouth on Kara's cock. This was different. Miri's pussy was a snug fit and the pressure from all around on her cock made Kara wonder how long she would be able to hold out before she came. 

With that in mind, Kara started out slow. When about half her length was inside Miri she stopped and withdrew until the rim of her head threatened to slip out. Then slowly forth and back to the same depth. 

"Mmm, you're tight." Kara breathed, breaking their kiss.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Miri laughed, "although, you're actually a bit larger...mmm... than the average."

Kara thrust deeper. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face in against Miri's neck, mind focused completely on the sensation of each tiniest measure of her cock encountering wet, hot pussy for the first time. 

Just as she was beginning to thrust faster and harder, Kara's cock was stopped from going any deeper. The next thrust forced a pained gasp from Mirielle. Kara drew back.

"Easy, love, you've hit bottom." Miri informed her.

"Oh, er, sorry. Did I-" Kara began, feeling faintly awkward.

"No, I'm fine. Just remember, your beastly cock is just a little bit longer," here Miri wiggled her hips for emphasis, "than I am deep."

"I'll try." Kara promised before setting her own hips back in motion.

It wasn't long before Miri was muffling her own moans and gasps with a pillow. The bedframe had begun to squeak ominously with each thrust. Kara shifted to sit up, knees spread wide, still pumping in and out of Miri. On impusle she leaned down and hooked her arms under Miri's legs. Pulling Miri's thighs against her, Kara leaned back and lifted Miri's lower body. Following Kara's lead, Miri hitched herself tighter against Kara, bracing her ankles on top of Kara's shoulders, so that her ass remained lifted up from the bed.

In the new position, Kara leaned back. The head of her cock strained upward and slid along the roof of Miri's cunt, inciting intense reactions in both women. 

Miri's eyes scrunched shut. She pulled the pillow onto her chest, holding a corner crammed over her mouth with her left hand while kneading her right breast and pinching her nipple with the other. 

"I... I'm getting close." Kara panted. 

She caught her breath when she felt Miri's insides begin to spasm, irregularly clamping around her tighter than ever. Miri shuddered, arching her back, thighs trembling. 

"There! That spot... yes!..." Miri's cries of pleasure grew louder and more urgent, muffled somewhat by the pillow, "...Oh, oh fuck, Kara... Now, now-" 

Hearing and feeling Miri orgasm put Kara over the edge. She threw her head back, going fuzzy with pleasure as hot seed welled up and surged down her shaft.

"Uhn! Oh, coming!..." her words deteriorated into grunts and gasps.

Kara's hips bucked spastically as she erupted deep inside Miri, spurting thick streams of cum. 

Miri would have been coming down from her orgasm, but Kara wasn't stopping. Miri's brow furrowed in disbelief as Kara continued fucking her, somehow still ejaculating inside her. The sensations were becoming so intense, Miri didn't think she could handle it. 

Unable to cry out, just taking sharp gasping little breaths, Miri felt herself release a surge of fluid. Her juices, mixing with the unreal load of cum Kara was unleashing, overflowed her pussy to bubble out around Kara's cock. Miri was vaguely aware of it dribbling and spattering out over her thighs and ass.

She could feel another orgasm coming, and just had time enough to worry that she might actually have a heart attack before it overtook her. She lost track of everything for what was only a few moments, but could have been an eternity for all she knew. 

As her head cleared and her muscles relaxed, Miri belatedly realized that Kara had finally stopped moving. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head. 

Kara was breathing slow and deep, visibly shaky. She lingered in position, her slowly softening penis still inside Miri. Her eyelids stood at half mast while she gazed down at Miri. 

Kara underwent a full body shiver, then blinked hard.

"Wow... sorry... I just... couldn't seem to stop." Kara apologized, sounding drowsy or drunk from the lingering effects of sex hormones and physical exertion. 

"s'ok." Miri managed with the faint hint of a smile. She stuffed the pillow back under her head and lay back.

Inching her way backward, Kara gently moved Miri's legs off of her and onto the bed. Miri felt her ass settle into a considerable sticky wet patch on the bed. Next Kara oh-so-slowly withdrew her now flaccid length from Mirielle's sex. Her withdrawal was followed by a breif flow of fluids which ran down between Miri's legs to spread and deepen the existing wetland of reproductive material.

"Oh, that feels like a lot." Miri murmured, making a face.

Cock slowly shrinking, Kara shifted and laid down, one leg between Miri's, her left hand on Miri's breast and her face nestled against Miri's neck.

"Aye, it's clam chowder down there."

"Oh, Gods, Kara, shut up." Miri replied, pulling an even more disturbed face.

Kara managed a weak chuckle.

"Oh... wow."

Miri's eyes shot open immediately, whereas Kara's brain took a moment longer to process input and send along the proper panic signals. Once this was sorted out, Kara's head jerked up.

There, standing at the other end of the room, staring back at them with eyes magnified from huge to truly incredible, stood Sylvie.