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Forever Again Ch. 01

By: china-doll



Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction depicting graphic lesbian sex, female masturbation, mind control and vampirism. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now. 

This is a story that I first started back in 2006 or so. It has been languishing on a hard drive for years as I occasionally picked away at it when the mood struck me. Eventually the mood struck hard and I finally got the motivation to finish the whole work. It's almost novel length so it will be released in multiple chapters. 

This story crosses several different genres: lesbian sex, mind control and non-human (vampirism), although this last one is very mild. In the end I decided mind control was probably the best fit as it's the dominant theme throughout all the chapters. Others readers may have a different opinion but I had to pick one. 

Those that have read my other works will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this may not be the place for you. 

As a final note, some liberties have been taken with historical events. This is a story, not a text book. 

If everything I've said up to now hasn't scared you off then I hope you'll enjoy my words.

~CD

Prologue - The Last Pharaoh

Alexandria, Egypt 30 BC

She stood by the window and looked out over the sprawling city stretching out below her. It was an oddly magnificent yet distressingly disorderly place of towering temples intermingled with shabby mud huts, finely dressed nobles stepping over filthy beggars in the streets, the delightful scents of food and exotic spices in the market intermingled with stench of sweat and garbage everywhere. She both loved and detested it.

Her eyes once again turned to the brilliant sun far overhead and she silently cursed the searing pain she now felt in her skin at its merest touch. The pain had been minimal at first, barely more than that of a mild sunburn. It had grown slowly at first, almost imperceptibly or several weeks... maybe even months but it was now growing noticeably worse with every passing day. Within a few more days, maybe a week at most, she wouldn't be able to bear it anymore at all.

Backing away from the window and pulling the curtains closed she smiled to herself knowing what that meant. Her transformation was almost complete. She could feel the immense increase of the power in her movements and the expanding of her senses more every day. Walking over to the far wall she pulled back a large tapestry that hung along the wall. Behind it was a magnificent mirror with an ornate golden frame. She studied her image in the reflection and noted how much it had faded since just yesterday. She could now clearly see the far side of the room through her reflection. It was as if a spirit stood in her place. She smirked as she realized that in truth she actually was now closer to the spirit world that to the world or mortals. Looking closer she noted that even the color of her eyes, once light brown, was now fading to a colorless grey. Yes, she thought, the transformation was almost complete.

It had now been almost a year since that fateful day, almost a year since her bargain was struck. The cost had been high, almost unbearably high, but it was simply a cost that had to be borne.

Pulling the tapestry back down over the mirror she turned to the image of the Goddess Isis on the far wall. Taking two steps forward she spoke to the image, "You price was indeed high my Mistress. I now fear that even though I paid your price I still may not be able to escape this place. It would seem that time has indeed caught up with me, even though I sought to defeat it."

She turned and walked to the window again and pulled the curtain back just enough to peek out. In the distance she could see the docks and the sea beyond. The pall of smoke was long gone but she could still see the blackened stains of the dockyard where Consular Octavian's Legions had burned her ships after the Roman navy had cornered her here following her retreat from the Battle of Actium. She sighed heavily knowing already that the generals were saying it had been her 'womanly frailties' that had cost her navy so dearly. That a woman simply couldn't handle the stresses of battle and that had been why she had retreated so early in the battle.

The truth, a truth only she, her two handmaiden's and one other knew, was that she could no longer bear the pain of the brilliant sun on her flesh. 

It was about the time of the battle that her powers had begun to become fully manifest and when she had set out for battle that day she hadn't considered the limitations of her new condition. The brilliant reflection of the sun off the water had been more excruciating than anything she had ever imagined. She had remained with the battle as long as she could stand the pain but eventually it overwhelmed her sense of reason. Thinking back she obviously should have sought refuge below decks but at the time she believed that being seen standing tall and confident on deck, controlling the battle was more important than her own comfort. It had been a poor decision of course, she could see clearly in hindsight. The sun had seared her skin till the pain finally broke through her reason and, she now suspected, had driven her temporarily mad. Out of desperation she had ordered her ships to retreat, leaving Marcus Antonius to fight the battle on his own.

Without her ships the battle had quickly become a rout and Marcus was defeated. He retreated to regroup but was again defeated a few weeks later when his Legions deserted him for Octavian.

She smirked to herself as she thought of Marcus. He had been a fool, but a useful fool.

But now Marcus was dead by his own hand and she was a prisoner of Octavian. A prisoner in her own Palace, but a prisoner all the same. Roman legions patrolled her city and Roman soldiers stood outside her door. The city of Alexandria had become a city of the Roman Empire and she, Cleopatra, last of the Queens of Egypt, the Last Pharaoh, was its captive.

Octavian had sent another message that she had received this morning. He spoke of great honor, the glories or Rome, her dedication to her people and also of her unending beauty, but she had no trouble seeing through it all. Octavian had only one concern and that was Octavian. He was of course after her wealth to pay his armies, but in reality he already had that. Her armies were gone and Roman soldiers occupied her city. What he now wanted was her personally. A trophy to parade down the streets of Rome in a Triumph. A very visible example of his 'Glorious Victory' over her and the traitor Marcus. So far he was being civil, wanting her to submit to Roman rule, his rule, willingly but she knew that would change soon enough. Octavian was notable for many things but patience was not one of them. If she did not acquiesce soon he would force his will upon her. 

There was certainly no love lost between Octavian and herself despite her relationship with Octavian's uncle, Caesar. That bridge had been crossed and burned when she had put her own son, Caesarion, forward to be Caesar's true heir over Octavian. 

In his letter Octavian also promised that her son, the only true heir of Julius Cesar, would be allowed to remain in Egypt and to rule as Pharaoh. 

With trepidation and with a great internal struggle, she had finally resigned herself to the fact that Caerarian's fate, indeed the fate of all her children, was no longer within her control. Caesarian would be allowed to rule for a time she thought in order to ease the transition to Roman rule. After that, his fate would be in his own hands. His success or failure would be up to him. That was of course assuming that he would submit to Roman rule at all. Caesarian was a proud, strong and haughty young man as was befitting his station. Now however, that might all work against him if he chose to resist the might of Rome. In her heart she feared what he might do but again told herself it was out of her hands. He would have to create his own destiny now. 

She could not, would not, allow herself to be used by Octavian or anyone else.

She sat for a long time in the gloom and considered her plan. It would work she knew, or at least hoped, but at what price? She would have to give up everything, her station, her empire, even her name. But what other choice was left to her? To live as a prisoner of Rome? Even that was no longer really an option. Her transformation was now nearly complete and there was no way she would be able to keep her secret as a prisoner, paraded through the streets of Rome in broad daylight for the mob to jeer at as a display of Octavian's prowess. The sun would surely kill her.

No, she had to leave and it had to be tonight.

Her mind made up, she walked to the door and pulled it open. The ever present Roman 'Honor Guard' was standing there, two men one to each side of the door. Both of the dirty, sweaty soldiers turned to her.

"Does the Lady require something?" He said in a crude, colloquial dialect.

"Send my handmaidens to me." She said brusquely, silently thanking Isis that the Romans in their arrogance assumed her handmaidens to be little more than mere slaves and thus gave them free reign of the palace. 

The soldier leered at her cleavage for a long moment, an offense that would have cost him his life had she still been in power, before he bowed and sent a runner off to collect them as she closed the door.

A few minutes later the door opened and two beautiful young women walked in. They both were tall and slender with long dark hair and darker eyes. They were dressed in identical flowing white gowns with turquoise sashes about their waists.

"Yes my Mistress?" They both said in unison.

"Are the preparation ready?"

"Yes." Again speaking as one. 

"Good." Cleopatra turned to one of them, "Charmion, I want you to bring the woman to me to tonight just after the sun sets. It is only a few hours away so you had best go now." She turned to the other, "Iras, you stay with me and help me prepare."

"Of course Mistress." Both moving quickly to fulfill her wishes. 

A few hours later, just after the sun had passed under the horizon the door to the chamber swung silently open and Charmion walked in leading a figure dressed as a palace servant, a heavy cowl covering the head and obscuring the face in shadow. 

"Did the guards give you any trouble?" Cleopatra asked a bit anxiously.

"No Mistress, they were asleep from the drugged wine." The handmaiden said with a bow of her head.

"Good." She turned to the robed figure. "Now let's see what you have brought me."

Charmion nodded and pulled back the hood shadowing the face.

Cleopatra gasped. Standing before her was a woman who might well have been her twin or at the very least a sister. She took a step forward, eyes wide. "Remarkable." She murmured.

"We searched the entire city and countryside for days until we found this woman, my Mistress. We believe she best embodies your great beauty of face, if not your beauty of spirit as well."

"Where did you find her?" 

"In prison my Queen." 

Cleopatra raised one eyebrow at that revelation. Intrigued, she turned to the woman, "What is your name child?"

"Lapis." Said the woman warily. Her hands were trembling and she was clearly nervous about where she was and whom she was speaking to.

"And did my handmaiden tell you why you were to come here?"

"To... to aid my Queen." She glanced to the handmaidens nervously, "They also said my... my crimes would be forgiven if I did what I was told." Her voice quavered with her anxiety.

"True enough. In fact, you are going to save your Queen's life my child. You should be honored." 

The woman's eyes darted between Cleopatra, her handmaidens and the sumptuous furnishings in the room. "Save? I... I am my Queen?"

"Yes." She looked the woman over for another long moment before turning to her handmaidens, "What was her crime?" 

"Murder and theft, my Queen. She poisoned a traveling merchant and took his goods, conspiring with her partner in selling them. He was also arrested and has already been executed." 

Cleopatra looked at the woman before her in a new light, noting that she didn't seem the least bit troubled by the information that her partner had already been executed. This may be a commoner but she was hardly an innocent peasant. A smile curled the corners of her full lips as she modified her plans. This made things decidedly simpler. She gestured with her hand, "Come, let my handmaidens prepare you."

At her words, Iras and Charmion took the woman's hands and guided her out a side door that led to Cleopatra's private bathing area.

A short while later they led the woman back in and the effect was even more striking. The criminal, Lapis, was wearing a flowing white gown similar to Cleopatra's with gold trim and a wide bejeweled belt at her waist. About her wrists were heavy gold bracers that matched the fine golden circlet on her head. At the front of the circlet was the image of the Egyptian Cobra, symbol of the Goddess Isis. Cleopatra felt as if she was gazing into a mirror. The woman looked almost exactly like her. 

No, not exactly, Cleopatra thought as she looked more closely. Lapis was perhaps a half a hand shorter than her and a little less womanly with smaller breasts and slimmer hips. Now that she was clean, it was also apparent that the woman was likely at least a few years younger than Cleopatra but her skin was a bit darker and more weathered from a lifetime spent doing manual labor or perhaps on the streets, but the indications were not that easy to spot unless looked for. Her hair was also a bit shorter and lighter but even with the differences the total effect was nothing short of amazing. No one would even be able to tell the difference unless they stood side by side and after tonight that would be an impossibility. 

The comparison of how similar they looked when the peasant convict was cleaned and dressed in Royal finery gave Cleopatra momentary pause. For an instant she was forced to consider just what her life could have been like if she had been born in other circumstances, if she had been born a simple peasant, not a criminal, but perhaps a simple farmer's daughter. Living in a one room shack, toiling away in the fields by day or tending a sweltering kitchen. Married off to another illiterate farmer's son at perhaps twelve or thirteen years of age. With child by the time she was fourteen, trying to raise children and keep a house together, cooking, cleaning, and serving her husband... 

With an effort she shook the thought away. She was not a simple farmer's daughter and she would not allow herself to even consider that line of thought anymore. She was Queen, the Last Pharaoh and daughter of Isis, a Goddess on earth. She was destined for eternity; her destiny was written in the stars and the beginning of that eternity was here and now. 

She forced as smile, "You look as stunning as I."

"I have never worn such marvelous things, I do not know to carry myself dressed as a Queen." Said the woman, her nervousness had faded some to be replaced with a wide eyed wonder. Cleopatra had to suppress a grin as she noticed that in addition to the wonder at her surroundings there was also growing spark of greed showing in the criminal's eyes. She had seen riches greater than she had ever dreamed and she wanted them. 

"Come," Cleopatra held out her hand to the woman, "I will show you all you need to know."

Lapis took her hand and was lead over to the low, gilded bed bedecked with ornate tooling and hanging sashes. Cleopatra bade her to sit on the edge with her and then spoke, looking directly into the woman's eyes. "There is only one thing I need from you my child, and you do not need to worry yourself for it is a simple, trivial thing." She brushed her hand along the woman's cheek and gazed deeper into her dark eyes.

Lapis stared back, her expression going slowly blank as she lost herself to the Queen's hypnotic gaze.

Cleopatra smiled to herself reveling in the power she now held over simple mortal beings. She leaned in closer to the now helpless woman and whispered in her ear, the enchanted words flowed thick and hot, sliding deep into the woman's mind. "For the only thing I need from you is your body." She kissed the woman on the nape of her neck gently as she pulled her unresisting form closer to her.

The two handmaidens came to her sides and laid the helpless convict back onto the bed then lay down on either side, ready to service their mistress in whatever way she desired.

Cleopatra slid the loose gown down off Lapis' shoulder and trailed wet, sucking kisses down her smooth, freshly cleaned skin. The entranced woman finally started showing some reaction with a low, soft moan that escaped her lips.

"Yesss... your body is already mine, my child." Another kiss then her lips found Lapis' firm, dark nipple and sucked it into her mouth.

Lapis gave another, louder moan this time and her head rolled to one side.

Cleopatra sat up a little and replaced her mouth with her fingers on the woman's nipple. A firm twist drove a gasp of pleasure from the woman. Her hand moved again trailing down lower in slow, circling movements. She slid it over the woman's smooth stomach and under the fine white gown.

A sigh of pleasure came from Cleopatra's own lips as she felt Charmion's hands start to stroke her back, the young woman's strong, expert fingers touching all the right spots on her spine as they worked into her muscles.

Finally Cleopatra's hand found its way to the small tuft of fur between Lapis' legs and with practiced ease she slid one finger inside the woman's wet sex. Lapis reacted with a loud moan of pleasure as her head lolled from side to side. "My Queen..." she gasped between moans.

With a glance Cleopatra indicated to Iras what she wanted and the handmaiden eagerly obeyed. The dark haired young woman lowered her head and wrapped her lips about their captive's nipple and sucked on it in long hard pulls.

Lapis moaned all the louder and her body started to writhe. Sweat was beading on the woman's brow and her eyes were rolling in her head. Cleopatra smiled knowing that the woman had probably never experienced anything as delightful as what was happening to her now. 

Cleopatra moved her face closer to Iras and kissed first her cheek then moved down to share Lapis' breast with her. She let out her own moan as she felt Charmion's expert fingers working their way around her waist under her loose robes and ever nearer to her center. She nuzzled the side to Iras's face and the girl stopped suckling so they could share a kiss, long and wet, their tongues danced while Lapis continued to moan under them.

Charmion's fingers had found Cleopatra's sex and the girl expertly slid two fingers deep into her Queen, working them in a slow, torturous rhythm that was fueling the fire in her core. 

She continued to pleasure Lapis with her fingers and lips for several more long minutes as she allowed Charmion to drive her ever higher. Normally when Cleopatra made love it would go on four hours, sometimes even days. Her handmaidens were especially skilled at keeping women on the edge of climax for exquisitely long periods of time. Many was the time when Cleopatra thought she would almost go mad with the intensity of the release when her handmaidens finally allowed her to go over the edge. She longed for that level of bliss tonight but she knew in the back of her mind that she was running out of time. 

She allowed herself to build towards release quickly, not holding back at all. Within a few minutes she felt the moment or release was fast approaching. She mentally prepared herself for the end. The need was building insider her now at a terrifying rate and she felt herself changing with the growing power. She hissed in anticipation. "It... is... time." She managed to get out between her own moans.


Forever Again Ch. 01



"Yes my Mistress." The handmaidens said as one. Lapis could only moan uncontrollable as she slowly drowned in a roiling sea of ecstasy. 

Cleopatra lifted her head and opened her mouth wide, showing her two gleaming fangs, the price of eternal life and eternal beauty. Her goddess had indeed demanded a high price for eternity. Once her transformation was complete, Cleopatra could never again see the sunlight. She was doomed to an existence of living off mortals, devouring their souls in the darkness, drinking their life blood to sustain herself. But the rewards had also been high, eternal life, eternal beauty, inhuman strength and dominion over any mortal she wished. Such as the poor, pathetic criminal who lay writhing under her touch. 

With a hiss she sank her fangs deep into the woman's breast and devoured her soul even as the woman shrieked in rapture as the most intense climax she had ever experienced ripped through her body, consuming her mind and shattering her soul.

At the taste of the woman's blood, Cleopatra cried out in her own climax as an unearthly delight surged through her body. She could feel, actually taste Lapis's physical pleasure even as her soul was consumed. 

The two handmaidens also cried out in their own bliss, sharing their Mistress pleasure through the intimate bond they held with her.

Cleopatra, veiled in a haze of pure rapture, let out a loud moan of satisfaction as the last of the woman's soul was consumed and mingled with her own. She could still feel the hot rush of the woman's final moments, an eternal climax that Cleopatra now held inside her. The feeling was beyond anything she had ever even dreamed. And there would be many more nights like this to come, an eternity of nights, an eternity of ecstasy.

* * *

Cleopatra wrapped the rough robes about herself and gave both Iras and Charmion a final kiss on the lips. "You have done your parts well my pets."

"Yes, my Mistress." Said the young women in unison. 

She had tried to convince them many times to accompany her but they had steadfastly refused, insisting that they must stay to complete the ruse and ensure her safe escape. Their devotion to her was total and Cleopatra had finally come to realize that arguing with them would not change their minds and only serve to insult their devotion. She had finally capitulated and allowed them to sacrifice themselves for her. 

She had already bitten both of them, taken a bit of their life, kept a bit of their souls with her, but she could not take both of them completely so soon after Lapis. They had known this and though she knew they would have preferred to be taken by their Mistress, they gladly accepted their end. The poison they had both already taken at their own insistence was flowing through their veins. The poison acted quickly and was blessedly painless. As she spoke, Iras sagged against the foot of the bed, draped over the inert body of Lapis. Cleopatra looked down at the dead peasant woman. A criminal who in death, had become a queen.

From the bathing room where it had been secreted two nights prior, Cleopatra carried a woven reed basket and placed it at the feet of her handmaidens. Moving carefully, she removed the cover from the basket and stepped back. She watched as the dark, serpentine shape of an asp raised its head up over the lip of the basket. 

Charmion smiled weakly. "Go my Lady, for time is short."

With a final glance, Cleopatra opened the door and slipped out of the room. The guards were just waking up and glancing around groggily but she was able to slip past them with ease. She wound her way through the palace, unnoticed or unheeded dressed as she was in the robes of one of the palace staff.

She made her way out through the servants' quarters and finally out of the palace into a back alley filled with rubbish and debris. A figure stood there waiting for her holding the reigns of two fine white horses.

As she approached the figure stepped into the light spilling from the open door and Cleopatra stopped, gazing with rapture.

The face was that of a woman, pale and beautiful with long, golden hair and flashing black eyes. She was tall and comely with lusciously curved hips and full breasts, ripe with her young womanhood. "Mistress." The young woman breathed.

"Yes my Valamera, I have made it back to you." Cleopatra said warmly.

"Thank Isis. I had worried for you so since you were captured. What of Iras and Charmion?" The girl asked.

"They stayed." She answered simply, trying to hide the pain in her voice.

Valamera nodded in understanding, "Then they gave their life in the service of their Mistress, no death could be more glorious. Their souls will rejoice."

At Valamera's words Cleopatra felt the ghost of a smile cross her lips at just how completely she had captivated the beautiful young woman.

Valamera's appearance was completely unlike any woman Cleopatra, or indeed almost anyone else had ever seen in Egypt before. Born the daughter of a wealthy and powerful merchant house, Valamea's father was a wealthy and influential Roman noble of more than modest ambition. However, despite her father's noble family, her mother had not been born a Roman. In fact she had been a commoner from the far north that her father had met while he had been a soldier in one of Cesar's great campaigns. Entranced by the woman's golden hair and black eyes, her father had taken her back to Rome with him, first as a slave, and later as his wife. That marriage had produced several sons and daughters, the youngest of which was Valamera.

Cleopatra had first met Valamera many years ago while she was in Rome with Caesar at a grand banquet. She had immediately been taken by the young girl's striking eyes and lustrous hair. They had spoken at length that evening and had met many times again over the following weeks, deepening their friendship. When Caesar had been killed by the conspirators, Cleopatra decided it would be best for her to return home to Alexandria. She had arranged to have the young woman accompany her. Valamera's father, sensing the opportunity to further increase his influence and wealth, had eagerly accepted the request and arranged for his daughter's journey.

In the following years, Cleopatra had slowly, gently seduced the beautiful young woman a little at a time until finally, she had made the girl hers. Then, after she had struck her bargain with the Goddess Isis, Cleopatra had used her newfound powers to increase her hold over the girl.

But in the process of possessing Valamera, Cleopatra had discovered something she hadn't expected or planned for. While she had indeed enthralled Valamera utterly, Valamera had in turn enthralled her just as completely. Cleopatra had become obsessed with the beautiful young Roman maiden and wished only to be with her at all times. She cherished every minute spent with the young woman and never grew tired of her company. Everything about Valamera seemed to entice and enchant her, from the quirk of her smile to her soft, demure laugh; from the curve of her neck to the luster of her deep, black eyes. Her pulse quickened as she thought too of the way she could lose herself for hours or even days enjoying the pleasures of her supple young body.

But it was not only the young woman's body that enticed Cleopatra. In fact it was the girl's mind that she found most enthralling. Unlike so many Roman women that she had met, this girl was well educated for her station, owing not to her father who was a traditional Roman believing that a woman should only be knowledgeable about running a household, but more to her own inquisitiveness and perhaps to her mother. The girl searched out information and absorbed it like a sponge. She enjoyed talking with travelers and learning of distant lands. She sat for hours watching the stonemasons work, learning something of their craft. She talked with the rug merchants, learning what made one weave superior to another. At night she could be found on the palace roof charting the stars or simply studying the moon. By day she was down at the docks seeing what had been brought in by the fishermen or down in the fields watching the men dig new irrigation ditches. 

Valamera was a woman who wanted to understand how the world around her worked and was not shy in seeking out that knowledge. Cleopatra found her drive and intelligence to be powerfully enthralling and the desire to be with her was becoming ever more irresistible the more time they spent together. 

In some way that Cleopatra didn't understand, the two of them had become bonded to each other, two parts of a whole, two bodies sharing one soul. She sometimes wondered if it was some trick that Isis played on her as another price of the bargain. Or perhaps not, perhaps it was fate.

Now that her power was fully manifest, Cleopatra intended to take Valamera at the first opportunity and share her Goddesses gift with her as well. They would have eternity to share. 

"Come my Queen, we must leave, the sun will be up soon."

They rode off together down to the dockyard and up to a small, single masted sailing ship moored alongside a decrepit old pier. Once they were aboard the aging cargo hauler it immediately set sail and headed north into the sea.

* * *

Four days passed slowly as the small ship crawled across the vast sea. Cleopatra was sitting on the deck with Valamera at her side. She was wrapped in a heavy shawl with a hood that covered her almost completely as protection against the suns deadly rays but it was hardly necessary today. 

Over the last few hours the clouds which had been thin and wispy for their entire journey so far, had thickened and lowered. They now hung across the sky from horizon to horizon, heavy and menacing, pregnant with rain. As ominous as the sky overhead was, it was the western horizon that concerned them more. Spanning the entire western horizon was nothing but a wall of roiling black clouds, occasionally illuminated from within by flashes of lightning. 

"Storm is coming in fast." Said the Captain, a big Spaniard with sandy hair. He spoke passing latin but with a thick provincial accent. "Hopefully we'll make port before it strikes. We're getting very close now." He glanced to the west and then up to the sails. He pursed his lips and tapped his fingers on the railings for several moments before speaking again. When he did it was in a low voice so that only the Cleopatra and Valamera could hear. "It's going to be a bad one my lady."

"I know Captain. I've sailed many times before." She smiled. "Fear not, I have come much too far for the Gods to thwart me now."

"I hope you are correct my Queen, for I fear we will need the hand of the Gods today."

They still hadn't made port four hours later when the tempest's full fury struck. Howling winds and towering waved pounded the small ship, tossing it about the sea like a child's toy. The rigging sang in the wind and the hull groaned under the constant pounding. Sheets of driving rain slashed at the crew as they struggled to keep the small vessel on course.

Valamera and Cleaoptra huddled together by the base of the mast, trying to avoid being thrown about and also keeping out of the crew's way. The small ship had no proper cabin to seek refuge in and the small canopy that the crew used as protection against the elements had long ago been torn away by the storm's fury. The cargo hold under the decks where they had been sleeping and sheltering from the sun was now too sloshing with knee deep water in addition to cargo that had broken free from its tethers and was now floating and shifting about dangerously with the ships wild movements. Already one crewmember had been grievously injured while trying to restrain the shifting cargo while another had been lost overboard.

"My Queen, I believe we will not live though this!" Yelled Valamera over the wind. 

"We have to!" Shouted Cleopatra as she clung to a stanchion. "I've come too far for it to end now!"

"Land!" A voice shouted. 

Both women turned and looked forward. Over the curved bow a dark wall loomed before the small ship. 

"Port!" Cried the Captain. "Turn! Turn damn you, TURN!"

But it was far too late. Valamera grabbed a hold of Cleopatra and said in her ear, "I fear it ends now. I love you for all time Mistress."

"And I you." Cleopatra said as the air was filled with a blinding sheet of spray and the crunching sound of tortured wood.

The small ship lurched and rolled onto its side throwing them into the churning water. In the tumult, Valamera was torn from Cleopatra's grip and swept away.

"Valamera!" She screamed when she could get her head above the water. "Valamera!"

But the only reply was the pounding of the waves over her. All traces of the ship, crew and passengers were gone.

A thundering roar filled her ears and she turned just in time to see the rock face of the cliff looming before her... then nothing.

* * *

Chapter One

Forbidden Dreams

Austria, 1558

With a strangled gasp, Vala Strauss sat bolt upright in bed. Sweat prickled her skin in the cool air and her heart hammered at her ribs as she looked wildly around the darkened room. The straw mattress crackled under her as she shifted about nervously for a few moments, trying to get her bearings. Gradually her eyes picked out the familiar shapes of the small, second floor bedroom. She sighed and rubbed her face, surprised at the amount of sweat on her brow. Turning, she put her feet on the rough wood floor but remained sitting on the edge of the bed she shared with her two younger sisters.

The straw mattress rustled. "What's the matter Vala?" Her youngest sister Adeline mumbled sleepily.

In the darkness Vala couldn't see Adeline's face but she could picture the fourteen year old girl's curly brown hair and big innocent hazel eyes staring back at her sleepily.

"Nothing Sweetie. I just had a dream. Go back to sleep."

A yawn followed by, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, now get some rest." Vala soothed her.

"Ok." The girl murmured as she lay her head back down and drifted back to sleep.

Vala looked to the far side of the bed to where her other sister, sixteen year old Odila, lay. She couldn't make out anything past a vague lump under the blankets but she could tell that Odila didn't stir in the slightest. Nothing short of a war in the room would wake her up once she was asleep.

Vala got up and padded silently to the room's one small window. She pulled back the curtains and gazed out at the darkened countryside. It was cloudy and the waning quarter moon didn't provide much light. She could just barely make out the vague shapes of the barn and cowshed only a few dozen paces away from the house.

Her warm breath fogged the glass of the window as she leaned closer, straining her eyes to see more. She looked to where she knew the road lead past her family's farm and down the hill to the village but she couldn't see anything. For a brief instant she thought she could see the briefest glimpse of light from a candle or lantern in the direction of the village but then it was gone again and there was nothing.

Almost involuntarily her mind strayed back to her dream. Her thoughts touched on it tentatively, like one would probe a hurting tooth, gently, knowing what's going to happen but unable to resist trying it anyway. She had lost track of how many times she had this particular dream, or any of the others that while different, sometime wildly so, were also strangely similar in certain ways. She couldn't recall exactly the first time but it had been about the time of her eighteenth birthday, almost a year ago.

She didn't have to think hard to recall the details of the dreams. Every image was burned into her mind as if she'd actually lived through it all. Unlike many dreams, these didn't seem to fade with the morning sun. They remained, vivid and frightening with their intensity.

She shivered again at the images and tried to push them from her mind but they refused to go. She tried to think of other things but every line of thought eventually lead back to the dreams and she gave up.

With a shake of her head she got up and headed down the narrow, steep staircase to the ground floor of the farmhouse. The main room was dark and the fire in the hearth was burned down to a pile of dimly glowing embers. She picked up a couple small logs and placed them onto the fire, blowing it a little to fan the embers. After a minute one of the logs caught and the small tongue of flame spread a soft glow around the room.

Vala wrapped a heavy quilt about her shoulders and sat in her father's chair in front of the fire, watching the dancing flame, trying to empty her mind.

Several minutes later a creak from across the room drew her attention. Her father stood in the door to his bedroom and looked at her sleepily but with a bit of concern.

"What's wrong Vala?" He asked in his deep, sonorous voice.

"Nothing Papa. I just... I couldn't sleep."

His brow furrowed, "The dreams again?"

Vala looked back to the fire, unwilling to meet his gaze. It had been impossible to keep her nocturnal problems a secret for long but so far she had managed to keep the true nature of the dreams from everyone. So far she had only related limited details of the dreams and none of them had been in the least bit scandalous, but as time went on it was becoming harder and harder to maintain her composure when the topic of her restless nights came up. "Yes Papa."

The big man sighed and walked over. He grabbed the big bench he had carved for Vala's mother years ago and dragged it closer to the chair where Vala sat. As he sat, he placed one huge hand on Vala's knee and squeezed it gently. "I wish I knew about these things. Your mother would know what they meant I'm sure but I... I'm just a simple man I'm afraid."

Vala looked to the big, rough hand on her knee and then up to her father's weather worn face. Most of the time his eyes were bright and cheerful but occasionally, usually when the topic of Vala's mother came up, the light in them seemed to fade.

"You're very far from a simple man Papa. And anyway, it's nothing I'm sure. They'll go away on their own soon." She patted her father's hand and looked up into the big man's eyes. She was surprised to see them wet with tears.

She smiled a little then said softly, "I miss her too."

"I know you do. We all do." said her father, his voice choking with emotion as it often did when talking about his wife.

Vala's mother, whose name had been Rica, had died fourteen years ago, a short while after Adeline had been born. Adeline's birth had been difficult and Rica had never fully recovered. About a month after the birth, Rica had fallen ill with a fever. She had lain in bed for several days resting and at last seemed to be getting better. But on the fifth day of her mother's illness Vala had come into the bedroom to find her father weeping at the side of the bed, holding her mother's hand.

Vala, only five at the time, still remembered the look of profound peace on her mother's beautiful face as she lay in her bed. It had been the peace of death.

Vala's eye strayed to the portrait of her mother that hung over the fireplace as she called the distant memories back.

Her mother had been a very beautiful woman in every sense of the word. Tall and slender with pale skin, long silky blond hair and pale blue eyes. She had a warm, inviting smile that showed her caring personality. But Rica had been more than just a pretty face; she had been a woman of substance as well.

The only daughter of a successful merchant, Rica had been well educated for a woman of her station and spoke three languages. In her youth she had traveled with her father, seen many lands and met many noble people. By chance Rica had met Vala's father during the war and been enchanted with the big, rough soldier. After the war he had come back and courted her for months. Rica's beauty had made her the object of many men's affections and she had dozens suitors. Several of them had even been sons of wealthy, powerful men but Rica had seen something in Vala's father that made her choose him instead.




Forever Again Ch. 01



They had married and moved to this village to start a new life together. Her father had used the spoils he had collected during the war to buy this farm and with his hard work had made a comfortable living for them. One year after their marriage Vala had been born, followed a year later by her brother Gerard, then by Odila and finally Adeline.

Looking back to her father she was again taken by how different he was from her mother. While her mother had been slender and graceful, her father was massive and intimidating. Vala figured his shoulders were easily twice as wide as hers and his arms were probably larger than her waist. Where her mother had been pale in complexion, her father had dark, ruddy skin with curly brown hair with hazel eyes.

Both her other sisters and her brother got their appearances from their father; Vala was the only one to take more after their mother. 

Vala's father followed her gaze and looked to the portrait. "You look just like her."

"Mostly." Vala said.

And it was true. Many a visitor had come into their home and remarked what a lifelike portrait of Vala they had over the fireplace, only to be stunned to find out that it was actually her mother. They both shared the pale skin and lustrous, blond hair. She had also inherited her mother's quick mind, great beauty of face, wide smile and easy laugh.

There were only two places where Vala was very different from her mother. While she was tall like her mother had been, Vala wasn't as slender. She was more womanly with a much fuller bust, slender waist and wider hips. But by far the most striking difference was her eyes. Rica had sky blue eyes that matched her pale complexion and light hair perfectly. But Vala's big eyes were black as night, in stark contrast to her pale skin and blond hair.

Vala had found over the years that many of the boys in the village had been drawn to her not in the least because of her dark eyes. But she also knew that many of the older women in the town whispered that something was wrong with Vala. She had an 'Evil Eye' they said, and avoided her whenever they could when she had been younger. As she got older most of the whispering faded away.

In fact it had been her dark eyes that had drawn Gunter Frisch to her. Gunter was a smart, sweet, handsome young man and the son of a farmer across the river from the village. Vala had met him at a village fair several years ago and the young man had become enamored with her. He had courted her for several months and eventually convinced her to marry him. But tragedy had struck only a month before they were to be married when Gunter had fallen ill with a fever and died.

Gunter's untimely death had brought back the whisperings of the old women about Vala having an evil eye but most villagers simply regarded it as bad luck. Gunter had been an unfortunate young man and his time had just come early.

But with the death of Vala's second suitor, the whispering became more far more insistent.

It had been about one year ago, just before Vala's eighteenth birthday that Dieter, the blacksmith's son and her second betrothed, had drowned in the river trying to rescue a dog.

After that fateful day, Vala, in the eyes of most villagers, had become a bearer of ill omen. Whenever she had gone into the village old women made the sign of the cross and spit, mothers shepherded their children away and men only looked at her with stern disapproval. Very few villagers even acknowledged her and almost none talked to her.

Surprisingly one of the few that did was the Blacksmith, Dieter's father. He was a big, friendly man who was good friends with her father. She had heard it said that they had served together in the war though neither man would talk about it. 

The blacksmith always greeted Vala warmly when she went to the shop on an errand or to visit her brother who was now an apprentice with the blacksmith. On one occasion when the topic of his son came up he only shook his head and said, "He was a good lad, but always so reckless." He then turned to Vala and said sternly, "I know what the town's people are saying, but don't you listen to those superstitious old women or anyone else. You didn't have anything to do with his death and I told them all so. You're a good girl and I would have been proud to have had you as a daughter. Dieter's death was no one's fault but his own and maybe mine for not doing a better job of raising him. Don't you go listening to them and blaming yourself."

Vala had taken some heart from the big man's words but still couldn't help but think that maybe she did have something to do with the death of Dieter and maybe even Gunter. Perhaps she really was a bearer of ill omen.

It had also been just after Dieter's death that the dreams had started.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Vala finally patted her father's hand and said, "You go get some sleep Papa. You can't sit here all night with me. All those logs that you promised the Fredricksons for their new barn have to be hauled down to the sawmill tomorrow and I won't have you doing that while you're half asleep."

He chuckled, "Just like you mother, always bossing me around." He stood, "Alright, but I want you to get some sleep too."

"I will Papa, I promise."

"Ok." He said over his shoulder as he walked back into his bedroom and shut the door.

After she heard the straw of her father's mattress rustle and when she was sure he'd fallen asleep she whispered, "Maybe tomorrow, but not tonight."

* * *

A warm breath on the side of Vala's neck made her shiver. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she could feel her nipples stiffen in nervous anticipation.

"I've missed you my dear." Said a smooth, melodious voice behind her.

"Mistress." Vala heard herself say. She didn't consciously remember saying anything but knew that it had been her lips that had been speaking.

Lips kissed the side of her neck and Vala groaned involuntarily. She allowed her head to sag to one side giving the lips free reign on the tender flesh. The groans became louder as the lips moved from her neck to her earlobe.

"It has been so long and I have been so alone without you." The lips whispered in her ear.

From somewhere in the darkness a single note seemed to sing out. A high, pure ringing chord that was small and delicate while at the same time, strong and true. In the otherwise still darkness it was impossible for Vala to know where the musical note was coming from. It seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere. She wondered if perhaps it was only in her mind and wanted to ask her Mistress but wasn't in control of her tongue. Someone else guided her speech. 

"I know Mistress." As she spoke her own hands came up and her fingers ran through the thick hair of the figure that was worrying her ear. She wasn't controlling her actions anymore than she was controlling her speech. She felt like a spectator in her own body, merely along for the ride.

Strong hand wrapped around her body and pulled her in tight to the figure behind her. The hands then began to make their way slowly, almost leisurely up the length of her stomach. A heat flared in her core at the touch and her eyes slid closed. The hands finally reached the bottoms of her breasts and there they paused.

Vala felt herself shiver in expectation. It occurred to her only now that she was standing naked, completely exposed and vulnerable. "Please..." she breathed.

"It has been so long, why rush it now?" Came the whisper in her ear.

"Mistress..."

"Yes?" The voice cooed in her ear.

"I love you." Vala felt her lips say.

"And I you, my Valamera." As the voice spoke, the hands moved up and cupped her full breasts.

When the fingers found her nipples Vala gasped in delight and rolled her head back. "Yesss..." 

The strong fingers continued to roll her nipples in a slow, torturous rhythm that soon had her moaning with need. The lips had moved back to her neck and she sucked in a sharp breath every time she felt teeth nip gently at her skin.

One hand left her breasts and slid slowly back down her body, the strong fingers tracing easy, slow circles on her skin. Everywhere they touched seemed to tingle with an electric energy. After what felt like an eternity the fingers finally found their way down her body to her lower belly.

"You are shivering." Said the lips, giving her a kiss on her ear.

"Yesss..." Vala hissed.

"Are you cold?"

"No..."

"But you are shivering..." The voice cooed again, teasing her.

"For you." Vala moaned. The sound of the musical note seemed to swell in her ears, filling the back of her mind. It was in her head she somehow knew. A note ringing in her mind, music in her soul. 

The figure sighed contentedly in her ear. "Soon, my love... soon."

The fingers resumed their journey downward. Vala moaned aloud when they brushed the small tuft of hair over her sex. The moan turned to a cry as one finger slid effortlessly into her intimate center. Another finger found her core and began to work it with an easy rolling movement that soon had her crying out in desperate gasps.

Vala grasped at the hair of the figure behind her and pulled the lips hard to her neck. Her free hand reached up and joined her Mistresses hand that was fondling her breast. A feral growl escaped her as the hand at her breast gave her nipple a sharp twist.

"Give yourself to me, my love." The voice whispered into her soul. 

Vala did and the note in her mind sang in response. With a strangled cry she went over her own edge and fell into a roiling sea of ecstasy. The hand at her breast turned her around and she came face to face with her Mistress as euphoria pounded through her veins. She got a brief glance of flawless skin, flashing grey eyes and a mass of dark, lustrous hair before red lips pressed to hers and she went over the edge again. 

The fingers between her legs pushed in deeper and she cried out even louder. Her hands grasped at the woman before her and clung to her with a desperate abandon as she rode the waves of her passion.

Her Misreess broke their kiss and resumed kissing her neck allowing Vala to gasp out "Oh... yes..."

She felt the wet sucking kisses on her neck and then the voice whispered. "My Valamera..."

Vala felt her center constricting with another climax as her Mistress whispered, "My Love..." 

The music rang in her soul... 

Vala sucked in a gasping breath as her eyes snapped open. After a brief instant of confusion she sagged back in to the chair with a barely controlled moan of pleasure as the remnants of the dream induced climax flowed hotly through her veins. Small whimpers escaped her lips with each contraction of her sex as the waves of bliss continued on for several long moments before slowly receding. As the paroxysms faded and her center slowly released, she became aware of the wetness between her legs which was now spreading under her. A shiver went through her when she moved slightly and her nightgown slid across her hard, sensitive nipples.

It had been another one of the dreams. She shivered at the power and vividness of it as the afterglow continued to pulse through her veins. Breathing heavily feeling both violated and somehow perversely satisfied she wondered for the thousandth time what it all meant.

After she gathered her senses she sat up and looked out the window. The sun was just breaking over the horizon. Everyone would be getting up soon.

Vala pushed herself up out of the chair and walked outside into the cool autumn air. The crisp, freshness of it felt good and she exhaled fully then inhaled a deep breath, clearing the stale air from her lungs. She wished it was as easy to clear her mind. 

Turning on her heel, she walked into the woods at the side of the house. A short distance into the wood was a small stream that Vala swam in whenever she could. The water came down from the nearby hills and was icy cold but it felt wonderfully refreshing to her as she splashed her face. Years of swimming in this very pond had steeled Vala to the cold water and given her a tolerance to it after a fashion. She could stay in the icy water far longer than anyone else she knew, even her father who usually had to climb out after just a few minutes except on the hottest of summer days. 

A quick look around revealed no one in sight and she quickly removed her nightdress and placed it neatly on a nearby rock. Steeling herself, she dropped into a deep pool in the stream. The icy water hit her like a slap in the face and she came up spluttering and gasping for air. She could feel goose bumps immediately spring up all over her body as she pushed her long hair back out of her eyes but she did her best to ignore the cold. Kicking off the rocks she paddled to the center of the small pool and turned to float on her back. The leaves overhead were just starting to turn red at the edges and she knew it wouldn't be long till winter was hard on them. This may be one of her last times to swim before it became too cold for even her to bear.

As she floated, Vala's mind drifted aimlessly for a few minutes before finally coming back, as it always seemed, to her dreams. The image of the dark haired woman from her dreams hung before her, mysterious and beautiful.

It seemed odd to Vala that she should consider the woman beautiful but she did have to admit to herself that it was what she thought. Vala wondered exactly when it had been that she had started considering the woman beautiful. She knew it hadn't always been like this. When she had first began having the dreams she had been repulsed, even terrified by them. They were a horrible, depraved abomination of her mind and she had spent many a day praying in the village chapel trying to cleanse her mind of the images and thoughts.

But sometime over the last year or so the images had started changing in her mind. Or perhaps she admitted, her mind was changing around the images. It wasn't as if the images had become less shocking to her. In fact the images themselves became if anything, more wanton. But somehow they no longer seemed as depraved and scandalous as they had been. Indeed they seemed to become very erotic and sensual to her. She no longer felt guilty for the visions she had and began, much to her dismay and worry, to actually enjoy them and even long for them.

Many a dark night had passed when she lay awake at night, not wanting to fall asleep for the certain knowledge that the dreams would come and when they did, she would revel in them.

Vala wondered again if perhaps she really was some kind of an ill omen, an abomination. Or perhaps she was just a simple mad woman. She didn't feel like one, but was at a loss to explain her dreams and the lustful feelings that plagued her every night and even now during the day.

She tried again to recall when she had first noticed the changes but all the memories of the dreams seemed to fade into a patchwork in her mind's eye, melding into one continuous scene of wanton, saphic lust. At the memories Vala could feel a heat building in her core even as the icy water of the stream flowed over her. Without thought, her hand drifted gradually down the length of her stomach and gave a soft stroke to the sparse hair on her mount. At the touch she let out a gentle moan that was lost in the babble of the stream over the rocks. She pushed her hand down farther and with a building need pushed a finger inside herself with another, louder moan. She felt ripples of pleasure surge through her at the intimate entry. Of their own volition, her hips began to roll lewdly, making waves in the small pool. With building need, she pushed her finger in deeper...

"Vala!" Came a call from the direction of the house.

Reality snapped back into Vala and she snatched her fingers from between her legs as she floundered in the cold water. She came up spluttering and spitting out a mouthful of the frigid water as she pushed her now wet hair back out of her eyes. 

"What's wrong with me?" She hissed to herself as she climbed out of the water and started pulling the woolen nightgown back over her dripping form. The heavy material stuck to her wet skin but thankfully was dark enough that it didn't become transparent when wet.

"Vala?" It was Adeline calling.

"By the stream." She answered.

A few moments later Adeline came around the bushes that surrounded the small pool. She was dressed and ready for her chores. Vala hadn't realized she had been in the water that long.

The younger girl smiled as if relieved. "I figured you were cleaning up when I didn't see you when I awoke, but you were gone much longer than usual. I started to think you might have drown or something."

"I'm fine. I just... well, I didn't sleep well and was just trying to wake up."

"In there?" Adeline said, pointing at the water. She shivered. "I don't know how you can stand that cold water. I shiver just thinking about it."

"It's refreshing, you should try it someday." Vala said, ringing out her hair.

"I have tried it. It's frigid and you're crazy." Adeline said. With a nod of her head towards the farmhouse she said, "I have breakfast all ready, are you hungry?"

Vala smiled a small, wry smile and thought that maybe her sister wasn't that far off. Walking back to the house behind Adeline she said, "Starving."

* * *



Forever Again Ch. 02



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, mind control and lactation. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the second installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this may not be the place for you. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you enjoy my words.

~CD







Forever Again Ch. 02



After Vala had swallowed several mouthfuls, Else must finally have realized what her friend was doing. "No Vala... please don't...don't... " Else gasped but even as she protested, her hand raised to pull Vala's head harder into her breast.

Vala smiled to herself at her friend's reluctant submission. She moved up from Else's breast and gave her friend a hard kiss on the lips. When she gasped in surprise, Vala slid her tongue into her friend's mouth, wondering wickedly if Else could taste her own hot milk. As they kissed Vala started working her thumb on Else's center faster and more deliberately.

Within moment Else's moaning became sharper and more urgent. She panted out, "Oh Val... Val... oh...please... yes..."

Vala broke their kiss and moved down to worry the side of Else's neck. She wrapped her legs around Else's thigh and began grinding herself into the smooth flesh. She relished the way her friends leg quickly became slick with wetness. Else must have sensed what Vala was trying to do because she spread her legs farther apart, pushing her thigh hard into Vala's sex, making her groan.

Vala moved her lips back to Else's nipple and took another long, hard pull, groaning with pleasure at the taste of her friend's sweet milk. As Vala suckled it became apparent to her that the longer she drank, and the more aroused her friend got, the more easily Else's milk flowed. She wondered what would happen when Else reached her climax. The thought made her moan.

A bird chirping somewhere close by was the only other sound to be heard besides the moans of their passion. Their sounds gradually became more and more intense as the end drew near.

Vala slid up and placed her lips near Else's ear. "This is what you always wanted Else." She whispered, the sticky sweet words flowing into her lover's mind. "This is want you will always want. You love other women. You love it when another woman touches you and you touch them. You love the way another woman makes you feel." She kissed Else's ear, "You love me." Vala felt Else's body tighten in her arms. 

"I... I... love you ...Vala!" Else gasped then gave a long, keening cry. The buxom girls back arched upward and her knees thrust wide as her sex contracted hard around Vala's fingers. A sharp bark of frantic pleasure filled the air, followed by another, then a long, loud scream of pure bliss.

Vala saw the exquisite agony on her friends face. It was the look of pure ecstasy, the pinnacle of womanly passion and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. For the briefest of instants her entire core contracted, locking her breath in her lungs. Then it was as if a sluice gate inside her had been ripped open. A shattering, utterly irresistible rush of rapture surged into every corner of her being as she went over the edge.

The long, loud moans of Else were joined by Vala's own cries of passion as their naked bodies writhed. Finally completely spent, they sagged onto the soft, mossy ground and lay in each other arms, panting and sweating in the cool air.

"Val... I... I can't believe how that felt." Else said quietly after a several long minutes.

"I know." Vala said, snuggling her face into Else's full breasts again, savoring the feel of the smooth, firm mounds. "We should have done this years ago." As she spoke, Vala moved her face over and wrapped her lips around Else's other nipple, taking a long hard suck before her friend could stop her. She delighted at how easily the hot, sweet milk now flowed into her mouth. The milk seemed to flood over her tongue and she relished the taste as well as the soft moan from her friend.

"Oh Val..." Else groaned and placed her hand on Vala's head, holding her to her breast. "Yesss..."

Taking several long, slow pulls on the Else's sensitive nipple, Vala savored her friends taste. With her hand, she clutched the breast she was suckling and kneaded it gently, trying to force even more milk. She was rewarded by an even greater flow with her next draw. Not swallowing, she filled her mouth with the milk, enjoying the sweet creaminess of it. Pulling off she moved to Else's mouth and gave her a hard kiss, forcing her tongue between her friends lips and allowing the milk to flow into her.

With a moan, Else swirled her tongue around in her mouth with Vala's. The two women sharing her milk before she finally swallowed it. Else sucked on Vala's tongue trying to get more of the sweet liquid.

Breaking the kiss, Vala looked Else in the eye. "How did you like that?"

Eyes filled with passion, Else said dreamily, "It was delicious... so good..." She closed her eyes and shuddered. A little sighing moan escaped her lips.

"We can do this all the time now Else. Do you want to do that?" Vala asked then wrapped her lips back around Else's nipple. "Would you like that Else?" 

"Oh yes Val... yes... every day... yes... please..."

As Vala suckled, something caught her eye. Across the pond she saw movement. She twisted her head slightly and caught sight of two boys on the far shore. They were each staring in what Vala imagined must be complete shock. Something in her made her smile and she thought "Yes, get a good look boys." She made a show of parting Else's legs again and stroking her friend's sex, driving another loud moan from the prone girl.

Before Vala could push her fingers into Else's sex again, there was a small cry from a few paces away.

Else groaned in disappointment but sat up almost immediately. "Sorry." She said sheepishly, "But she's probably hungry." Else pushed herself up and started making her way over to the baby's basket.

Vala watched, enjoying the way her friend's backside swayed as she walked. She indulged in a luxurious stretch then sat up with a smile, savoring the warm afterglow that still flowed through her veins.

After a few moments the rush of what had happened began to recede and with it, the strange boldness she had felt. As the feeling retreated a realization of what she had just done suddenly slammed into her and she gasped in shock. Her eyes snapped open wide and she looked about on the verge of panic. Her eyes darted around the edges of the pond but the two boys were gone. Anxiety began to gnaw at her heart as she wondered what they would do. Would they would say anything to anyone? Would anyone believe them?

Vala turned back to Else who was quietly nursing her baby, a look of blissful happiness on her full lips. She must not have seen them, Vala thought. Should she tell her? No. Vala thought. Don't worry her yet, if something is to come of it she will find out soon enough.

The trip back to Else's house was decidedly strange to Vala. Her thoughts and emotions seemed to be torn in several different directions at once. Worry about what would happen to them if word got out. Wonder at why she had even seduced her friend in the first place and that strange feeling that had come over her. And finally, a strange and unfamiliar feeling of strong attraction to the soft curves of the woman walking next to her, holding her hand. Vala tried to reason out her thoughts and make some sense of them but it was like trying to follow one leaf blowing in a windstorm.

Before she could figure anything out they had made it back to Else's farm. As soon as they walked out of the woods and into the clearing, Vala knew trouble had found them. 

Gerald stood there holding an axe and looking about as angry as any man she had ever seen. Else saw the look to and a realization bloomed in her eyes. "Oh no... he knows..." she whispered, squeezing Vala's hand tight.

"Yes." Vala said, squeezing Else's hand back. The boys probably came running back and spread the gossip to everyone they met. Vala wondered what would happen to her and Else now.

"Else, get away from that witch." He brandished the axe menacingly.

Witch. The word hammered into Vala like a physical blow. So that's how it was to be. The town's people had always suspected that she was something evil, now in their eyes she had just confirmed it with an act of forbidden debauchery. She could see it all plainly now, the people would think that she had seduced Else with her evil magic. "Go." She said quietly to Else.

"But..." Else protested.

"No, go now. It will be alright." She hoped with all her heart she wasn't lying to Else.

"Don't say another word you damned witch!" Gerrald yelled, raising the axe and taking a step closer. "I won't have you corrupting my wife anymore! Else, get away from her!" He took another step, albeit a small, almost timid step that seemed out of character with his harsh words.

Vala realized that besides the anger she could see something else in Gerald's eyes, fear. He really did believe she was a witch. Vala had known Gerrald for all of her life and knew him to be an mostly decent, hardworking if slightly dim man. For him to believe she was really a witch, and be afraid of her...

A tear of realization rolled down Vala's cheek and she said quietly, "Good bye Else, I love you." With that she turned and bolted into the woods.





Forever Again Ch. 02



Vala felt the last word enter her mind, push into her soul and change her very being. She gasped. Yes, she would obey, she needed to obey, she wanted to obey more than anything. "Yes, Mistress." Vala whispered reverently, tears welling in her eyes. "Anything for you."

The hand griping her hair softened its hold. "Good. Now My Love, I'll ask again, did you make sure she enjoyed it?" 

A shudder of need washed through Vala and she gasped as wetness flooded her sex. "Yes, I made sure she enjoyed it. We both enjoyed it!"

Hands slid over her naked skin and cupped her breasts. Strong fingers found her nipples and pinched, making her moan. "I'm so glad to hear that my dear Valamera." The fingers now rolled her nipples making her moan louder. "So very, very glad." The lips were back at her ear again, "Tell me My Love, did you enjoy the taste of her?" 

Vala gasped at the explicit question but she desperately wanted to answer, "Yes!" She cried, relishing the wave of bliss that rippled through her for answering her Mistress. 

Hands turned her around so she was face to face with her Mistress. She was immediately taken by how achingly beautiful the woman was. Her nude body was flawlessly proportioned with perfect breasts, a slender middle, wide hips and long shapely legs. Vala felt like an old mare in comparisons. She gazed wistfully at the long, luxurious black hair that framed a lovely face with pale, almost colorless eyes and brilliant red lips. 

"Would you like another taste, My Love?" She asked Vala teasingly. 

As Vala watched enraptured, her Mistress trailed a hand down her front and toyed playfully with the tuft of dark hair on her mount. Vala groaned in need as she watched one slender finger slowly trace the delicate folds of her outer sex for several agonizingly long seconds. Her own sex clenched in sympathetic need as she watched the finger dip slowly inside, her Mistress sighing with pleasure. 

Vala's knees trembled and she struggled to stay on her feet while her eyes watched the movements of her Mistress with a fierce hunger in her core. Her own hand drifted down inexorably towards her own dripping sex, needing to mirror the motions of her Mistress. 

"Not until I give you permission." The words cut through Vala's thoughts like the crack of a whip. She snatched her hand away and looked down, chagrined. 

Her Mistress smiled. "Do you need it so badly, My Love?" 

"Yes." Vala whimpered. 

Smiling lasciviously, the Mistress continued to pleasure herself for a bit longer, never taking her eyes off Vala for an instant. The look in the eyes of her Mistress was hungry and Vala yearned to satiate that hunger but remained still, waiting for her Mistress to make the next move. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Vala, her Mistress stopped and ever so slowly, slipped the finger out of her sex. Her eyes slipped closed and she moaned softly as her finger emerged, wet with her essence. She moved her finger under Vala's nose and the smile broadened. "Is this what you want, My Love?"

Vala's throat tightened, when she spoke it was in a hoarse, pleading whisper. "Yes."

Smiling in what Vala could only believe was a kind of triumph, her Mistress lifted her finger to her own lips and sucked the shimmering wetness off. "Mmmm... she hummed quietly. "I can see why you want this My Love." Her pink tongue slid out and licked her perfect, red lips. "A woman's sex is... delicious." 

A whimper of desperate need escaped Vala's lips and a drop of her own wetness rolled leisurely down the inside of her thigh as she watched in a haze of lust. At that moment she wanted, no, needed more than anything else she could recall, to taste this woman, to slip her tongue into her, to taste her essence, drink her in, to consume her. "Please Mistress. I need you so badly right now." 

In response, her Mistress stepped back and adjusted her stance, spreading her legs slightly. "If that's what you really want, then take it, My Love." 

Driven by a need she had never before known, Vala dropped to her knees before the woman and carefully, almost worshipfully, kissed her sparsely haired mount. She breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of her Mistress, savoring the rich aroma of her arousal. It was strong, heady perfume to Vala, womanly and powerful. The scent seemed to be draw right into Vala's heart, into the very center of her being. This was indeed what she had always wanted. She took a taste and it was ambrosia to her soul. A tear rolled down her cheek. Leaning in further, she dipped into her Mistress and rapture flooded through her. 

Somewhere in the back of Vala's mind a musical note, clear and true rang out. She had heard it before but now she felt she was a little closer to knowing what it meant. It was the sound of perfect harmony within her soul. This was where Vala was meant to be. This was the woman she was supposed to be with. This was who she was. 

Vala and her Mistress cried out in rapture as they burned together in the darkness.

In the predawn hours, the farmhouse was still and dark. The fire was nothing but a pile of faintly glowing embers and for the first time that season, faint trails of frost clung to the corners of the window panes. A heavy chill filled the main room of the farmhouse but lying on the floor before the hearth, sweat beaded Vala's brow as she lay, moaning softly in her sleep. 

"Mistress..." she whispered into the darkness. 

Her head lolled from side to side, her hands wandered between her breasts and her sex in the slow, clumsy movements of a dream. 

She moaned softly and rolled onto her side, then onto her back, tossing about fitfully in her sleep. Her mouth opened and her lips and tongue moved as if giving a kiss, or perhaps receiving one. The hand between her thighs moved faster now and she moaned louder. The hand on her breast squeezed, hard. She gasped and a bead of sweat rolled back from her forehead, disappearing into her thick blond hair. 

Somewhere outside but quite close to the house, an owl hooted into the night but the dreaming Vala took no notice. 

The hand at her breast squeezed and kneaded the sensitive globe and Vala gave a deep, full throated moan. Her head lolled and she groaned, "Yes Mistress..." Another moan followed by little grunt as her hips rocked up. "Yes... yes... yes..." she whispered, the words getting louder until finally with the last repetition her eyes snapped open, wide with shock and incomprehension. She cried out as a stunning climax ripped through her just awakened body. Her core tightened in a spasm of crushing intensity as fire burned through her, starting in her sex and flooding outward in wave after wave of rapture. Her legs spread and her back tightened like a bow, lifting her hips off the floor as if she were offering her sex to an invisible lover. Begging to be explored, to be tasted... to be consumed. 

And perhaps she was. "Mistress!" She cried into the darkness as the intense orgasm engulfed her utterly.

For what seemed like an eternity, ecstasy flowed through her body in thick, hot waves. The sensations building up, filling her with indescribable bliss for a time then receding slowly only to be repeated again a few moments later. Vala lay on the floor moaning and writhing in delight, powerless to control the raging flood inside her. 

After a time the flood gradually receded, leaving Vala drained and thoroughly exhausted, although perversely, also completely satiated in a manner that she didn't even realize she had needed.  

As she lay on the cold floor panting and trying to slow her racing heart she was silently grateful that her father hadn't awoken at her cries of rapture. Having him catch her in the middle of that would have been far more than just awkward. Even the thought of it made her cringe and she forced the thought from her mind. 

Slowly she got to her feet, her body sore and shaky from her nocturnal exertions but still pulsing strongly with the delicious heat of her afterglow. She slowly made her way up the stairs to her bed and collapsed heavily into it, pulling the blankets up over herself and snuggling into their comforting warmth. 

She didn't know what tomorrow would bring but one thing was certain, from this day onward, her life had changed. 





Forever Again Ch. 03



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex and mind control. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the third installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this may not be the place for you. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you enjoy my words.

~CD







Forever Again Ch. 03



Through a supreme effort of will, Vala managed to lie still and control her raging passions. Thankfully, Inga must have indeed been tired because within minutes her breathing had slowed to the steady rhythm of sleep. But try as she might, Vala found she couldn't force herself to relax and fall asleep. The feel of Inga's body against her was keeping her inner fire too hot and that strange outside feeling of her Mistress started slowly to creep back. 

Almost without conscious thought, Vala's hand reached around and rested on Inga's hip, stroking slowly down towards her firm backside. 

Vala jerked her hand away in a near panic and tried to push Inga's form away from her but the sleeping woman only rolled back and snuggled into her even more. Inga threw one leg up over Vala's thighs and rested her head on her chest.

The heat in Vala's center increased yet more and she shuddered with suppressed need. She sensed her Mistress getting more and more control of her with each breath she took and knew that she was losing the battle. Her hand came back up and rested on Inga's hip but this time she didn't, couldn't, pull it away. Instead her hand slid it down to cup the sleeping woman's backside. Vala let out a quiet sigh of pleasure at the firm feel of her curves. Bighting her lower lip, she gently eased her thigh up slightly between Inga's legs. Despite herself, she smiled wickedly as she felt her thigh contact Inga's sex with only the thin undergarment between them. Using her hand she pushed the girl's hips down ever so slightly as she pushed up with her thigh, rubbing Inga's sex against her thigh in a slow, steady cadence.

After a few minutes Inga began to respond faintly. Vala could feel Inga's thighs squeeze ever so faintly and start to rock on their own. After another minute the rocking became more pronounced and the petite girl began to let out a series of small, sighing sounds. Vala moaned quietly with delight and couldn't keep her hand from wandering to her own breast. She shuddered with pleasure when her fingers found her own hard nipple and gave it a pinch. She realized dimly that her Mistress had slipped to the back of her mind again, giving control back to Vala. Waiting to see what I'll do? Vala thought. 

Despite the fading influence of her Mistress, or perhaps because of it, Vala decided to risk more. She eased her free hand down the front of Inga's top and very gently traced the tops of the girl's breasts. The still sleeping girl responded by leaning back just the tiniest amount allowing Vala better access. Tingling with excitement, Vala eased her hand down farther and caressed one of Inga's small, firm breasts. Growing bolder by the second, Vala traced her fingertip around the small hard nipple, savoring the sigh that escaped Inga's lips.

Inga was now openly grinding her sex into Vala's thigh and her soft moans were becoming more urgent. Vala feared the girl would wake up any second but couldn't stop or even slow her advances now, her own lust had fully taken over and she was powerless before it. She gave the girl's small nipple a gentle pinch followed by a harder one relishing the way that Inga gasped with the sensations running through her. Vala wondered excitedly just what Inga was dreaming about at that moment.

Inga's eyes fluttered open and she gasped in startled surprise. After the briefest of moments the feelings running through her young body came crashing back and she moaned loudly. "Vala..." she said between moans. "What are you... I... ooohhh...please no... stop...please... nooo...we can't, I can't... nooo..."

Vala's excitement was nearing its peak and she couldn't let Inga stop now. She gave the girl's nipple a hard pinch and thrust her thigh harder up between the petite girl's legs, forcing Inga's wet sex to grind against her. "But doesn't it feel good?" Vala said into Inga's ear, giving her a lick. Her voice had again acquired that syrupy sweetness which seemed to fill the air between them and ooze directly into Inga's pleasure fogged mind.

Inga shudder at Vala's words and her eyes rolled back with a moan. "I... I can't...noooo..." The no dissolved into a long, low moan. "Can't stop...." she panted, continuing to grind herself against Vala. "What... what are you... doing... to... to me... Valaaa... noooo." 

"Don't worry Inga, this is how it should be." Vala whispered, her words thick and laced with power. "I'll show you." She pushed Inga over to lie on her back and in one smooth move, yanked the girl's pants down past her knees. Before she could even protest Vala slid two fingers over the folds of her hot wet sex. 

Inga gasped at the intimate contact. Her legs spread of their own volition, her body seeking the pleasure it knew Vala could give her in spite of her mind's increasingly feeble protests. 

Driven now solely by lust, Vala slipped one finger, then another inside the gypsy, relishing her hot, tight wetness. Her thumb found the hard little bump of the clitoris and she began to stroke it as she pumped her fingers inside the girl. Her free hand pulled up Inga's top and she gave each of the small, dark nipples a hard pinch in turn.

On an impulse, Vala licked Inga's ear then whispered more commands for the girl. "This is what you want Inga." Vala hissed, her words laced with even more power than before. How she did it she wasn't sure but she could somehow feel the difference as her words seemed to ripple the air between them. "This is all you'll ever want Inga. Me, other women, it's all you'll ever want. You love women, Inga. Only women, their hair, their feet, the curve at the small of a woman's back, long shapely legs, the side of a slender neck, breasts, large or small..." The words flooded from Vala unbidden as spoke directly to the deepest part Inga's mind, changing her every being. "You love the feel of another woman's skin on yours, the feel of her lips on your nipples, kissing her, devouring her..." 

The words seemed to be having a powerful influence on Inga as she clung desperately to Vala, moaning uncontrollably, powerless under her command. "Yes." She slurred. "Yesss..." 

Deep in Vala's mind a part of her was wondering why she was doing this but she couldn't stop herself now. She wanted to change Inga to be like her, she wanted to control her, she needed to use this new power inside her. 

"You love the taste of another woman's sex more than anything else and you love having another woman taste your sex. You love a woman's scent, the sounds of a woman in rapture, the look on her face when she peaks." Vala pushed her fingers deep into Inga and hissed fiercely into the girl's ear, "You love only women Inga. You love me!" The words, heavy and thick, sank into Inga mind and were absorbed into her soul. 

Inga screamed. "I... I... you... Vala! " 

Pushing her fingers as deep as she could inside the woman, Vala wrapper her lips around a small dark nipple and sucked hard. 

Inga's world dissolved into a roiling, churning river of pleasure. She cried out at the irresistible invasion of her most intimate places but didn't move to stop Vala's hands. Instead she reached out to grasp Vala and hold her as she rode the intense waves of her first climax. Her hips thrust up to meet Vala's fingers as her essence flooded from her sex, soaking the mattress under her. 

Seeing Inga going over the edge into rapture Vala felt herself on the edge of joining her. She took her hand form Inga's breasts and slid it into her own undergarments, one finger slid easily into her sopping wetness, followed by a second. "Inga..." she managed to gasp out as ecstasy exploded through her. Her muscles locked as she gasped and shuddered with the intensity of it.

Finally the waves subsided and she collapsed heavily to lie beside Inga, totally spent.





Forever Again Ch. 03



Every night once they were sure the men were asleep, they continued exploring their deepening passion for each other until just a few hours before dawn when they would fall asleep wrapped in each others loving embrace, the scent of their womanly passions heavy in the small cabin.

Vala's fourth morning on the river dawned cold and bleak. Looking out the one small window Vala could see the sky was full of dark clouds that looked pregnant with rain. She quietly got dressed and started to prepare breakfast.

After a few minutes Inga stirred and stretched luxuriously. Vala enjoyed the view she got of Inga firm breasts and small, dark nipples when the blanket was pulled down. "Did you have a good sleep?" Vala asked.

"I don't know about you, but I didn't get much sleep at all." Inga smirked then stood up. Still nude, she walked over to Vala and without preamble, kissed her passionately. After a few moments she broke the kiss and continued, "Someone was making too much noise for me to sleep."

Vala blushed and went back to cooking on the small stove. "You better get dressed."

After Inga was dressed Vala opened the door and walked out onto the deck. After she had gone only a pace she froze. In the middle of the deck stood Inga's father, Jorgan with his helper Bok, beside him, both men held clubs in their hands. Vala's throat constricted at the look she saw in the men's eyes. It was the same look she saw in the villagers when they had come to kill her. It was the look of fear tempered by hatred.

Inga came out and stepped up beside Vala, "Dadda...?" She asked cautiously.

"Get away from that hellspawn, Inga." He said, his voice shaking. "I'll not have you corrupted by her devilish ways anymore." He spit on the deck after he spoke. "Come on girl!"

"No Dadda, it's not..." Inga began but Jorgan interrupted.

"I said come away!" He brandished the club menacingly.

"Go." Vala said quietly to Inga.

Inga turned to her, "But Vala... I can't. I... I..." She stammered, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

Shaking her head, Vala said, "Don't say it. It can't ever be."

"Get away from that devil!" Jorgan bellowed and lunged forward with surprising speed, grabbing Inga's arm and pulling her away.

Inga screamed "NO!"

Bok also took a big step forward as well and Vala immediately saw that Bok had something different in mind. His heavy club whistled as he made a vicious swing at Vala's head. Luckily she saw it coming and managed to duck under it. Bok's size worked against him as his momentum threw him off balance and he stumbled, allowing Vala time to take a few hurried steps backward. Looking about frantically and seeing only one way to escape, she made a running leap and dove over the side of the barge into the river.

The water was cold, but not as frigid as the stream near her house. She made several strong strokes under water before coming up for air. As soon as her head broke the surface she could hear Inga screaming. Her desperate cries ripping the still morning air.

"No Dadda! No!" Vala... come back! Please! Valaaa!"

Vala turned and looked back to the barge. Both Jorgan and Bok were standing at the rail. Jorgan was holding Inga's arm to keep her from jumping into the water after Vala.

Jorgan yelled at her, "You better keep swimming you damned witch! Don't you ever touch my daughter again! If I ever see you again I'll burn you and feed your ashes to the fish!" He threw his club at her but it fell short by several paces.

"Vala!" Inga screamed as her father dragged her screaming into the small cabin. "Vala I love you!" The cry was cut off as her father slammed the cabin door. Bok remained at the railing, glaring silently at Vala, almost daring her to swim back.

Cold and scared, Vala paddled for the far bank. She climbed out and stood for a moment on the gravel looking back at the small barge tied up along the far shore. She could still hear the muffled cries from Inga inside the cabin but she couldn't make out the words. Tears stung the corners of her eyes and a bitter knot formed in her chest as she realized that she would never see the beautiful young woman again. Turning, she ran from the river road and into the woods.

Twigs tore at her hair and clothes as she ran headlong through the woods. She didn't even know why she was running, she only knew that felt a sudden desperate need to get away from the sound of Inga's cries.

Her long dress was wet and heavy. It clung to her legs, making her stumble several times till finally she fell, banging her shin on a rock. The pain was exquisite but she got up and ran on heedlessly. A branch slapped her in the face, cutting her cheek but she ran on and on till she felt as if her legs had turned to jelly and her heart thundered in her chest. Still she ran heedlessly deeper and deeper into the dark woods, not knowing or caring where she was going, only needing to get away. As her feet pounded the soft ground her mind began to catch up to her and she realized distantly that she was acting irrationally. She was getting herself hopelessly lost but somehow she couldn't make herself stop, she had to keep running.

After some distance, she stumbled again, got up took a few steps and fell again. Finally she lay still, panting with exhaustion, unable to move further. Her wet clothes clung to her and she started to shiver in the cool, damp air. New tears stung her eyes and she no longer had the strength to hold them back. She broke down and cried in great heaving sobs. Was this what her world was to become now? Was she to be forever possessed with these uncontrollable cravings? Driven by some otherworldly compulsion to seduce other women, revel in forbidden carnal pleasures for a while before being discovered and cast out?

Vala cried for what seemed like forever until finally there were no more tears left. She was completely drained. She felt hollow and empty, devoid of everything. She closed her eyes and after a time, darkness claimed her.





Forever Again Ch. 04



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex and mind control. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the fourth installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this story may not be to you liking. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you enjoy my words.

~CD

*****

Vala Strauss drifted aimlessly amid a hazy, bleak landscape of sodden misery. The iron grey clouds of earlier that morning had slowly descended to cover the entire forest in a cold, dreary mist. 

Sitting on the soggy ground, shivering with the combined wretchedness of the cold damp air and her heavy, wet clothes, Vala felt miserable and utterly alone. Another tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered Inga's last cry. Vala, I love you! But it was not to be. Vala knew she would never see Inga again. Vala now felt sure she was doomed to be alone, forever. After a time she drifted asleep.

You're never alone, Valamera.

The words rippled through Vala's mind and her breath hitched in her throat. "Mistress?" she whispered.

Yes my Love, I am here for you, just as always.

"Mistress, where are you?" Vala asked, looking around the cold, empty woods. The heavy mist floated around her limiting her sight to only a few dozen paces in any direction. "Are you here? I can't see you."

"I am always with you, Valamera." Said a smooth, melodious voice. "Even if you can't see me, I'm still there." It took Vala a moment to realize the voice wasn't in her head this time but behind her. She whipped her head around and there, striding towards her was a tall, beautiful woman with pale skin, light grey, almost silver eyes and thick black hair. 

Vala noted with some surprise that rather than her usual long black dress, she was wearing something more like what Vala thought of as woodland clothing. Although Vala guessed it was certainly more like the woodland garb of a Lady out for a day of riding rather than that of a common hunter or trapper. 

She was dressed in a finely tooled black leather vest worn over a white blouse and tight grey leggings tucked into knee high black leather boots. A wide, dark brown leather belt at her waist matched a pair of fine leather gloves on her hands. A heavy grey fur cloak covering her shoulders completed the outfit. The cloak is from a grey wolf. Vala found herself thinking and then wondered why that thought had occurred to her. 

"You've never come to me before like this. You've only come to me in my dreams." Vala said quietly. 

"Who is to say you're not dreaming now, my Love?" Her eyes twinkled with mirth and she seemed to be laughing quietly to herself. 

Vala touched her face tentatively with her fingertips as if to confirm she was actually awake. Her skin felt the same as it always did, smooth and soft, now slightly cool and damp with the mist. "Am I dreaming?" She whispered. 

"Does it matter? I'm here for you and you're no longer alone. Isn't that enough?" 

A familiar warmth blossomed in Vala's core and she smiled. "Yes Mistress. I..." she hesitated then continued, "I've missed you." 

The woman took a step closer, closing the last distance between them. Placing a hand on Vala's cheek she said softly, "I have missed you as well, my Love. More than you could ever imagine."

Vala placed her hand over the one on her cheek and held it there. The skin was smooth and soft but surprisingly cool to the touch. "I don't know what is happening to me." She whispered, tears of both joy and pain welling up in her eyes. "Can you tell me?" 

Her Mistress pulled her slowly, gently into a protective embrace. Wrapping her arms around Vala and holding Vala's head to her breast. "It will all be made clear in time, my Love. All things come with time." 

"Why must we wait? Why must I wait?" 

"Sometimes things must progress at their own pace, my Love." She lifted Vala's chin and looked deep into her eyes. Vala felt herself sliding into the shimmering depths of those liquid silver eyes. A hand slid into her hair and pulled their lips together.  

Passion ignited in Vala's body the instant their lips met. She moaned into her Mistress as their kiss deepened and their tongues danced. Hands wandered slowly down her body to cup her bottom, squeezing it before pulling their hips together. Emboldened by her flaring passions, Vala tentatively ran her own hands over her Mistress, mirroring her moves. She shivered at how wonderful the mysterious woman felt in her arms. 

Her Mistress gently broke the kiss and pulled her face back a little, looking at Vala as if studying her for several long moments. "So beautiful." She whispered, then leaned back in to continue the kiss. 

Their tender embrace continued for a time but Vala couldn't guess how long. All sense of time slipped away whenever Vala was in the arms of her Mistress They could have kissed for seconds or days, Vala couldn't tell. In this woman's arms, time became meaningless. 

Almost without her noticing, Vala found herself laying on the ground with her Mistress beside her. The soft grey fur cloak spread out under them. Vala felt the hands of her Mistress drifting over her body, caressing her in all the right places, setting her body afire with need. As if by magic, her clothes seemed to fall away from her body at the merest touch of the woman's hands and in almost no time, Vala was lying completely nude and vulnerable before her Mistress. 

Fingers slid over her nipples making her gasp with bliss. Her back arched, offering her full breasts for this woman to do with as she would. "Yesss..." she hissed with delight. 

"So eager, my Love?" Her Mistress teased her. "Very well, if that is what you truly desire, who am I to deny one so lovely." 

Lips wrapped around one of her nipples and sucked the sensitive bud in, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Vala's hand came up and she worked her fingers into the wonderfully thick mane of black hair, pulling the lips harder to her breast. She rolled her head back and released a series of uninhibited, full throated moans as her Mistress slowly, almost leisurely caressed Vala's breasts. 

After a time, her Mistress shifted her attention downward and fingers began to dance over her sex, turning Vala's moans into cries of rapture. 

Lips pressed in close to Vala's ear and words, thick and sweet slipped into her mind. Her Mistress was controlling her again, changing her just as she before. Just as Vala had done to Inga and Else. Vala knew what was happening but was powerless to stop what her Mistress was doing to her. 

"Don't resist who you are, my Love. Don't resist who you will become. You are meant for so much more than you can imagine. You are far greater than you know, my Valamera." The words slid into her thoughts just as before and Vala groaned. She imagined she could actually feel the words entering her mind, like delicate fingers dancing across the surface of her thoughts and dreams, pausing when they found the spots they were searching for to slip new ideas and emotions directly into her soul. 

"Mistress..." Vala slurred dazedly. 

"Don't resist the pleasure your body can give you. Give in to the pleasure, revel in it, savor it..." A kiss on the ear the sent a shuddering gaps through her body, "...and share it." 

"Yess..." Vala hissed. 

"Now my love, I must go soon, but first," There was a pause and even without looking, Vala could sense the almost predatory smile that spread on the luscious red lips of her Mistress, "I need to taste you before I go." Vala groaned and she felt her core constructing in eager anticipation of her impending release. 

Her Mistress seemed to understand what was about to happen and chided gently, "No, no my Love, you may not peak until I give you permission." She hissed in Vala's ear once more, her controlling words thick and sweet, enchanted and utterly irresistible. "You will not climax until I release you." She teased one of Vala's nipples making her moan with need. "You will not peak until my tongue touches your bud. Only when I have had my first taste of you may you allow yourself release." 

Vala whimpered but knew she couldn't resist a command from her Mistress. She felt her sex quivering with pent up energy that was desperate for release but was now held in check by the force of another woman's will. Without her even thinking, her legs spread wide and her hips pushed up, offering herself to the woman who controlled her. The coolness of the air on her soaking wet sex only drove her passion higher and she cried out desperately, "Mistress, please!" 

Unhurried, her Mistress moved between Vala's legs and smiling wickedly, kissed Vala's mount tenderly. Just the slight contact pushed Vala even higher and she whimpered with need. She panted in ragged gasps as her hands clutched at her own breasts, twisting her own nipples savagely. The tight, tingling pain mixed with pleasure in her in her breasts didn't release her but instead only served to fan the fire raging in her core. 

Time passed as Vala balanced on a knife edge between rapture and madness while her Mistress sat serenely between her legs, slowly, torturously caressing Vala's aching sex with her fingers, seemingly intent on watching Vala's mind shatter. "Please..." Vala begged. 

"In such a hurry for it to end, my Love?" The Mistress teased, "Speaking for myself, I'm enjoying this show immensely. You're lovely when you're on the edge of rapture." 

Groaning incoherently, Vala couldn't manage any kind of real reply. 

With talented fingers, her Mistress continued to tease her desperate sex for what seemed like lifetimes to Vala. Her every move searing Vala's soul with exquisite jolts of the most delicious agony Vala had ever felt. Over and over, she moaned with rapture when she felt the fingers slide into her, filling her sex then groaned with need when they slid out, leaving her feeling hollow. 

After a time that could have been mere minutes or decades, her Mistress finally leaned in close and whispered, seemingly into Val's sex. "Are you ready my Love?" 

"Yes!" Vala cried desperately.

Vala felt the touch of her Mistress's tongue on her sex and instantly her release came. 

A shriek of rapture was ripped from Vala's throat as a searing wall of fire burned through her body, consuming everything before it. Her entire core contracted in a stunning paroxysm that locked her breath in her lungs and threated to tear her apart from the inside. Her hips trust up, driving into her Mistress as if her sex was trying to swallow the tongue that was ravishing her. 

Obligingly, her Mistress pushed her tongue deep into Vala's sex, driving Vala's bliss even higher. 

Wave after wave flooded through her young body battering her mind into complete submission. Screams of rapture filled the forest around them and Vala only distantly realized that they were actually coming from her. She felt wetness flood from her sex, soaking the soft fur under her with its strong, lustful scent. 

Finally it all became too much and the world started to slip away from her. Everything around her slowly melted into a grey fog of unending ecstasy that was overwhelming her mind and was surely driving her mad. As her mind slipped lose the last tether to reality and she drifted away she felt herself whisper raggedly, "I love you Mistress."

* * *

Wake up my Love. Wake up... The words echoed distantly in Vala's mind, prodding her back to consciousness. 

Slowly she came back to reality and she looked around in confusion. She was alone in the forest, exactly where she had collapsed earlier after her run from the river. There was no sign of her mistress anywhere. She was alone and still dressed in her wet clothes. 

Another dream, Vala groaned to herself. Just a dream. 

But what a dream it had been. She could still feel the wonderfully warm pulse of her orgasms flowing through her veins and knew that the wetness between her thighs had nothing to do with her earlier swim in the river. She fell back with a groan and allowed herself a few minutes more to savor the afterglow. 

Her thoughts tried to go back over the dream but much of it seemed to flit away from her like leaves before an autumn wind. Tantalizingly close but always slipping just beyond her reach. Her Mistress had said something important to her she thought. Whispered something into her mind just has Vala had done to her other lovers but try as she might she couldn't recall exactly what the Mistress had said. 

You will never be alone, my Love. The words of her Mistress whispered in her mind. 

Vala felt a warm flush at the sound of her Mistress and the promise those words held. "Thank you Mistress." She whispered. 

Feeling a little better and still enjoying the heat seeping through her bones, she drifted off. 

 Get up Valamera, now! The voice awoke her again, more forceful this time. 

Vala now became aware for a frightening new sound, the low, mournful howl of a wolf. It was followed by another, then another... and they were close.

Getting quickly to her feet she started to run away from the direction she though the howls were coming from. After a minute she heard another howl, closer this time, much closer. Her feet pounded on the soft, damp leaves of the forest floor and her arms pumped as she ran with all her strength. She looked for a tree to climb but there were none large enough with branches low enough for her to reach. She tripped and rolled, her dress caught something and it tore as she got up. Two more howls came, very close this time. She glanced over her shoulder and thought she saw movement. She ran on desperately. 

Suddenly the forest floor dropped away from beneath her. In her flight she had not seen the small gully and she had run right off the crest. She rolled down the slope in a jumble of damp leaves, sticks and dislodged gravel. She landed at the bottom with a thud that knocked the air from her lungs. For a moment she lay there, flat on her back staring up at the trees overhead trying to fill her lungs.

From close beside her a deep voice boomed, "Woah Lass... where did you come from?"

Vala started and looked in a near panic to see who had spoken. A few feet away was a big man holding an axe. Beside him was another man, taller but more slender. Both were dressed in workman's clothes and had squat, narrow brimmed leather caps on their heads.

Before Vala could say anything she heard a loud growl from somewhere very close. She turned to see three wolves standing at the crest of the small hill she had just tumbled down.

"Go on now... git, the lot of you!" Yelled the big man, taking a step up the hill.

The taller man followed suit, "Yeah, there ain't no free meals here today." He picked up a fist sized stone and threw it at the wolves, "Go on now!"

Apparently not willing to take on the big men, the wolves gave another low growl then turned and melted back into the woods.

The bigger man turned back to Vala, "Well, I guess that would explain what you were runnin' from. I heard them wolves a howlin' but never suspected it was some young lass they was huntin'." He reached down and helped Vala to her feet. He seemed to look her over quickly, "Here now, you look like you had a bit of a rough day. You'd best come back to our camp and we'll get you patched right up."

"Your... your camp?" Vala asked a bit nervously seeing the rough, unwashed condition of the big men. The idea of being surrounded by an entire camp of men like these made her uneasy.

"Aye, our camp." Said the taller man. "It's only a short walk away and once we're there my wife can get you cleaned up and I'm sure she'll fix yer dress for ya." He pointed down with his axe handle. Vala looked down and suddenly realized that her dress was torn wide open along one thigh and a rather generous portion of her still wet undergarments was showing. She felt her face flush with embarrassment.

The men must have seen her reaction because the bigger man barked out a laugh before he said, "Here now lass, don't be worrying about that. Horace and I here have seen plenty of women. Ain't nothing you got in there we've never seen before." He winked at her and chuckled.

For some reason Vala felt oddly comforted by the men's crude language and even found herself smiling if just a little as they all started walking with the big man in the lead.

"How did you ever come to be way out here in the woods?" Asked the tall man, Horrace, his friend had said.

For an instant Vala felt the stirring of panic as she wondered what she would tell these men. Surely she couldn't tell them the truth that she was forced to flee her home because she was possessed with an unnatural hunger for other women. She thought furiously then said slowly, "I... I was a passenger on a barge. I was heading downriver towards the town of Ulm. I... I think I must have fallen overboard. I woke up on the river bank this morning and was alone." As she spoke, the fabricated story came more easily to her. "I started walking along the road but then those wolves appeared and chased me into the woods. I... I climbed a tree to get away from them. They barked and howled at the tree for a while but couldn't get me. Eventually they left and I came down but I found I was lost. I wandered for a few hours, totally lost then I heard the wolves again so I ran. They were getting close when I fell down that hill and you found me."

"The river?" Whistled the big man. "You've wandered quite a distance then. It's a goodly way from here." He pointed vaguely off to their left.

After fifteen minutes of walking, Vala could smell wood smoke and cooking meat. A few minutes later she could see signs of building through the trees. They emerged into a clearing surrounded by over a dozen small cottages. Off to one side were several large wagons and huge piles of cut logs. At the far end of the clearing Vala could see a long, low open sided building on the shore of a small pond and she could hear the sound of rushing water.

"A lumber camp?" Vala asked.

"Of course." Said Horace. "That's the sawmill over there. We cut the trees up in the hills and float them down the stream to the millpond. There they get cut up and loaded onto the wagons for the trip down to the big river where they get loaded onto barges and shipped off to town."

"I was on a lumber barge." Vala said.

Horace nodded, "Most of the barges up this far on the big river are hauling lumber going downstream. Coming back it's either iron, grain or sometimes salt. There are lots of other camps further up river, your barge probably works those upper camps."

The men guided Vala to a cabin at the far end of the clearing then led her inside. As the door opened Horace called, "Griselda! We have company."

A woman wearing a kerchief tied around her hair poked her head out of a back room. "Company? Who in the devils..." Her eyes fell on Vala and she stopped. "Good gracious, how ever did a pretty young thing like you end up way out here?" She came out of the back room rubbing her hands on her apron. "And look at you, you're a mess, and bleeding." She fussed about in a cabinet for a moment before coming over with a piece of cloth. She turned to her husband, "Go on outside and get me some water so I can clean this poor girl up. Go on now, don't stand there like a tree!" She pointed at the door when he apparently didn't move fast enough to suit her.

She sat Vala down on a small three legged stool then knelt in front of her and started inspecting the cut on her cheek. As she looked she talked, "He's a good man, but sometimes he doesn't have the common sense the Good Lord gave a frog." A moment later her husband walked back in with a wooden bucket and placed it on the floor. "She'll be ok here with me. Why don't you go on and get back to work. All them trees won't be felling themselves, now will they."




Forever Again Ch. 04



Horace mumbled something, excused himself awkwardly and left, leaving Vala alone with his wife. Griselda worked with steady confident movements that seemed to indicate that she had done this before. Vala could imagine that living in a lumber camp, she had probably patched up any number of cuts from saws and axes and who knew what else over the years. Vala figured the woman was probably about ten years older than her but her features had a worn, weathered look that made her look even older at first glance.

"Now what in the name of the heavens were you doing so far out here in the woods child?" asked the woman.

Vala recounted the fabricated story she had already told the woman's husband. At the end of the tale Griselda shook her head. "Someone must be worried sick about you."

Vala thought for a moment before answering. She didn't really want anyone asking the reasons why she was making this trip. She certainly couldn't tell them that everyone she knew now thought she was... was a witch. In truth she wasn't really even sure what she was anymore. But she did know that she didn't want anyone asking.

"No one will be looking for me. I don't have anyone. I was traveling to the town of Ulm to see if one of my uncles still lived there. But he didn't know I was coming."

Griselda looked sympathetic. She probably assumed that Vala's parents or husband had just recently died from disease or a fire or something. Death was an all too common part of life in these times and a young widow wasn't very unusual. After a few moments she gave a huff, "Well, let's get you some hot water to clean up. While you're scrubbing yourself, I'll get you something hot to fill your belly. I'll wager it's been a while since you had a good meal. While you eat, I'll get to work on that dress of yours."

* * *

Five days later, Vala was standing by the dam collecting a bucket of water for cooking. Griselda had been gracious enough to allow her to stay in her house for a few days to, "Git yourself back to rights" as she put it. All the men of the camp, save the ones who drove the wagons or worked the sawmill, seemed to spend most of their time on the hillsides and only came back every few days to rest and resupply.

"I heard an interesting rumor today from one of the barge men." Said a deep, feminine voice behind her.

Vala jumped and dropped the bucket, sloshing water over her shoes. She bit back a curse and turned her head to see a young woman standing a few paces behind her. "You startled me Rae."

Rae Kiesl stood there with her customary rye, half smirk. She was a bit taller than Vala and a bit heavier but she carried the extra pounds well. She had long, curly dark blond hair that framed a pretty face with piercing blue eyes, a small round nose, high cheeks and full lips. Rae was the daughter of the wagon master, the man who hauled all of the freight up from the dock on the river and who hauled all the cut lumber back down. Rae spent most of her time working with her father hauling freight or tending their horses. 

"My humble apologies." Rae said aloud but the smirk implied she didn't really mean it. She stepped up to the stream bank next to Vala and picked up the bucket for her.

Vala had met Rae on her second day at the camp and took an immediate liking to her. Bold and vivacious, tough and outspoken, Rae didn't take grief from anyone, man or woman. She was smart and funny in a deeply sarcastic, almost obnoxious way that reminded Vala a little of her younger sister Adeline. She went about her work at the camp with an air of steady confidence that came from years of experience bolstered by brute intelligence. More than once already Vala had seen the young woman bossing around workmen who were easily old enough to be her father, perhaps even her grandfather. The fact that the men obeyed her without question spoke volumes about her competence and strength of character. 

As Rae bent down to refill the bucket Vala's eyes caught for an instant on the rather generous view her low cut blouse afforded of her more than generous bosom. Vala forced her eyes away and tired hard to ignore the tingling rush she felt on her skin along with the bloom of heat in her core.

"Here." She refilled the bucket and handed it back to Vala before she continued. "It seems that some barge owner's daughter was seduced by a witch of some kind." She glanced over at Vala, "A beautiful, blond haired witch with dark, evil eyes."

Vala quickly looked away. The flush of heat she had felt a moment before was instantly washed away in a flood of ice cold panic that surged into her heart. She had to force her words. "Oh, really?"

"Just a few hours walk upstream from here... maybe a bit more." Rae paused, picked up a couple small stones and proceeded to toss them casually into the mill pond. "According to the barge owner, the witch jumped over the side and swam away just like a fish when they confronted her." She turned to Vala. "Imagine that. A real witch, right in our area. And one that seduces young women to boot."

Vala stood silently, looking resolutely out across the pond at nothing. Rae continued, "I wonder just what it's like to be seduced by a witch. From what I heard, the young woman cried for days when the witch left her. Broken hearted they say. She loved her..."

At those words, Vala's control started to slip. The muscles in her jaw were tight as steel wire as she clenched her mouth shut, trying to contain the little cry that wanted to escape her at the news of Inga's misery. As much as she tried to hide her emotions she couldn't hold back a single tear at the memory of Inga's cry as she dove over the side. She knew she had given herself away but she resolutely refused to meet Rae's gaze. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rae nod knowingly.

"It was you." She said softly, a little smile of triumph playing on her full lips. "I knew it."

"I have to go." Vala managed to whisper. "Please, just let me leave... don't tell anyone. I'll just leave."

Seeing the pleading in Vala's eyes, Rae's smile faded. "I won't tell. But you do need to go. It won't take long for even the louts around here to put it all together and peg you as the witch. What are you going to do?"

Vala opened her mouth to reply but stopped. What would she do? Where was she to go now? She had nothing, no money, no supplies, nothing other than the clothes on her back... she didn't even really know where she was. "I'll just have to head downriver I guess."

Shaking her head Rae said, "No. No, that won't do at all. All the rivermen have already heard about the witch. They'll be on the lookout for you. Heavens know what will happen if they find you. You have to go some other way." She paused, "Where were you headed anyway?"

"To Ulm. I have family there... or at least I did. I haven't ever been there myself. But my father thinks his brother still lives there. At least he thought so."

"And what if he's not?" Rae asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I... I'll just have to think of something."

Rae seemed to consider that for a moment before saying slowly, "No, that won't do at all. Rumors breed like rats on the river. Talk of the river witch will have reached Ulm long before you make it there. Within a day of your arrival someone will point an accusing finger at you. You can't go there."

"But I have nowhere else to go. I have to go there." Vala said, almost pleading. 

For several long moments Rae looked at her then seemed to make a decision. "Go get your things and meet me behind the sawmill. I'll get you out of here." 

"I don't have any things."

Rae nodded, "Then go tell Griselda you're leaving. It wouldn't be right to just disappear after how she helped you."

Vala nodded in agreement. "Ok, but where are we going? What do I tell her?"

Walking towards the sawmill and the horse paddock beyond, Rae said over her shoulder, "Tell her Rae is taking you to someone that can help you."

* * *

The horse rocked under Vala as she followed along behind Rae. The surefooted, small black mare she rode was apparently accustomed to following the larger dappled mare that Rae was riding because it went along with little to no direction at all. They had been traveling for about two hours now in relative silence. Rae was seemingly not in a talkative mood and Vala was wrapped in a cloak of her own thoughts. Vala had suspected that once they were away from the camp Rae would ask her if she was really a witch or at least ask what had really happened on the river but so far she hadn't spoken beyond a few comments. 

The road they were following was narrow and winding but appeared to be used frequently because it was well cleared. It seemed to be heading more or less east and had been climbing slowly but steadily for the last hour or so. Through occasional breaks in the trees Vala thought she caught glimpses of a large clearing somewhere off in the distance to their left but the trees were thick in this area and most of the time she couldn't see more than a few dozen paces in any direction. She could see why they were lumber camps here. The trees in this area were huge. Tall ancient and grand, they towered over them making the road into a great, green tunnel. Vala guessed that for the trees out here to be so ancient they must be quite far from the nearest town. The trees closer to every town Vala had ever seen were almost always much smaller, the surrounding area having been cleared for farms and firewood for countless generations. 

After a few more miles the trees began to become smaller and thin out until finally they broke out into the open and Vala gasped. They were partway up the hillside at the edge of a rocky prominence that dropped off dramatically only a few paces to their left. The area around them was almost devoid of all trees, only a few scattered shrubs clung tenaciously to the rocky ground. The entire valley was laid out before them in the fading sunlight. Vala could see the river far below and a few leagues off winding its way along through the forest. Farther still and she could see the sunlight reflecting off of what must be a lake. The sparkle dazzled her and she looked up ahead to see the road they were on narrowed even more and hugged the edge of the dropoff as it continued on to the east, skirting along the side of the hill.

"It's beautiful." Vala gasped.

"Yes, this is one of my favorite spots." Rae agreed. "I don't come this way often enough but when I do I like to make camp up here in the clear. At least when the weather is good. It can get quite frightful out here in the open during a storm.

"So where is it that you're taking me?" Vala asked Rae's back as they rode on.

"To someone that may be able to help you." Rae said.

"And who is that?" Vala asked.

"The Baroness."

"A Baroness?" Vala whispered in shock. "Why would a great lady help me?"

"Because her manor is always looking for good workers and I doubt many people at her keep would put much stock in witch rumors. They probably won't even hear them way up here. She may take you on as a kitchen maid or something." Rae stopped and turned in her saddle. "I know it's not perfect but it's the only thing I can think of to help you. At the least it will get you through the winter." When Vala hesitated Rae continued, "I make my way to the Baroness's keep many times each year hauling lumber. When the roads clear in the spring and I make my first run if you still want to go on to Ulm I'll take you. But until then, you need someplace to go."

Finally with a tight smile, Vala nodded. "All right. Thank you Rae."

Rae's lips twisted into her usual, wry smile, "Don't thank me yet, she may just tell us both to go sod off."

* * *

"Are you sure it's safe to camp here for the night?" Vala asked eyeing the surrounding landscape which was quite barren and open. Only moss, a few stunted trees and some small bushes hunkered down among the boulders they were camped in. After the day's slow but steady climb Vala suspected they were fairly high up in the hills but certainly nowhere near high enough to be above tree line. She assumed the lack of any trees was primarily due to the rocky landscape. 

"Yes, I camp here almost every time I come this way. I've never had any trouble." Rae said, putting another log onto the small fire she had started. There had already been a small stone fire pit setup and a convenient pile of wood under a protective rock overhang. Rae had explained that she left it there on previous trips just in case.

Unconvinced Vala continued to survey their surroundings. "What about wolves? Won't they find us here?" Vala asked recalling her flight from the creatures only a few days pervious.

"They rarely come up here. There's not much for them to hunt I suppose. It's so rocky in this area that nothing much grows as you can see. Anyway they don't like the campfire much and they like burning torches even less." Rae said pulling flaming stick from the fire and waving it about dramatically before putting it back into the circle of stones. "So don't you worry about anything. I said I'm taking you to the keep and I darn well intend to." She reached into a bag that had hung on her saddle all day. "Now come have a seat here by me and have something to eat."

Vala pulled her worried attention from the surrounding boulders and back to Rae. She hesitated when she saw that Rae was indicating a spot on the boulder next to her... right next to her. Vala finally moved to sit on another rock not quite a so close to Rae. She settled down and caught Rae eyeing her curiously for a moment before handing over half of a small loaf of bread. Next Rae pulled out a cloth wrapped package that turned out to be a large block of hard cheese. She cut off two generous pieces and handed the larger piece to Vala.

After taking a few bites Rae asked, "So what really happened that made you leave your home?"

A knot formed in Vala's throat as she thought about her family. "It's... it's a long story."

Rae gestured at the darkening sky. "We appear to have time."

Looking up to the cloudless heavens Vala considered for a moment. What would it really hurt to tell Rae her story? Surely she couldn't tell her everything, but maybe some of it? She would have to leave off some parts of course, but she could tell the part about losing her first betrothed, then her second as well.

Her mind made up, Vala started talking. She left out the part about her day at the pond with Else and about Inga she said only that they traveled together. She figured Rae had already heard about that part from the river men anyway.

When Vala finished Rae only sat and shook her head. "It's terrible what people will do when they're frightened." Rae muttered quietly as she got up and started putting away the remainder of the cheese and her knife. She pulled out a rolled up blanket and came back over to the rock. "I only have one, you take it."

Holding up a hand Vala said, "No, you take it, I'll be fine."

Rae dropped it into Vala's lap anyway and went back to sit down on her rock. Grinning she said, "You keep it. I have more padding to keep me warm." She cupped her full bosom and bounced it slightly with a laugh. Becoming a little more serious she said, "Really, I'm used to the cold, I'll be fine, you take it. And anyway, I have my cloak I can use if it gets chilly."

With a faint smile, Vala said, "Thank you, for everything."

"It's nothing, really." She yawned dramatically. "Now I suppose we should be getting off to sleep." She placed a few more pieces of wood on the fire and then lay down beside it. She shuffled around for a minute apparently trying to get comfortable then settled down. After a few minutes more her breathing became slow and even.

Vala settled herself in on a reasonably flat section of ground and tried to relax but her mind refused to stop churning. The events of the last weeks continued to roll through her mind in a slow procession. Bits and pieces of her time with Else and Inga came back to her along with images from her dreams. Recognizing the tightening in her chest and in her sex she desperately tried to force her mind onto something, anything else.

She looked to the sky overhead and studied the vast carpet of stars that spread out over her. Picking a spot near the North Star, she started counting. Working in slow circles around the bright point of light she counted slowly and deliberately, striving not to lose count. After some time she finally drifted off into her dreams.

"Valamera..."

"Mistress." Vala breathed. In her mind, a single musical chord rang, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. It's sound, beautiful and true, echoed through her soul. 

"Yes my dear, I am here for you again." A voice whispered in her ear.

Vala shivered with desire at the feel of the warn breath on her ear. She whirled around but saw nothing, only the close darkness. "Mistress?"

"Here." The voice again puffed in her ear.

Again Vala turned but still saw nothing. The closeness of her Mistress was fanning the flames of her desire. With a building need she asked, "Mistress, where are you? Won't you come to me?" 

"No my dear, it is you who will come to me. Then we will be together forever, as it was always to be." Like the music, the voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere in the darkness. "But the time is not yet here. Soon my pet, very soon." The voice was fading and with it the darkness seemed to fade as well.

"Mistress!" Vala cried, "Don't go yet, I need you!" The ringing chord in her soul faded with the words of her Mistress. 

"Soon..." Then voice faded and was gone.

With a start Vala's eyes snapped open. It took her a moment to clear the tears from her eyes and focus. Finally looking around she saw it was still night and that the fire still burned, albeit lower than she remembered. Studying the fire she didn't think that more than an hour or perhaps two had passed since she drifted off. 

With a shudder she released the pent up tension in her center and tried to cool her inner fire. The dream had ignited her passions as they always did but this time had not led her to a peak, instead only left her in desperate need of release.

Vala struggled with herself for several minutes as she tried to reign in her passions but in trying to control them she only seemed to drive them higher. Finally with something between chagrin and relief she let her hand work its way under her dress towards her aching sex. She groaned to herself when her fingers brushed the tender flesh of her outer sex which was already wet with anticipation. Another groan, this time louder and more wanton as her fingertip brushed her swollen center.

The noise of her own groaning seemed to shock her brain back into some realization and with a nervous start she looked over to Rae only a couple feet away to make sure that the woman hadn't awoken. To her relief she saw that the buxom woman was lying quietly and breathing deeply. Breathing very deeply...

Vala strained her eyes in the darkness and studied the woman lying a few feet away. She caught the slight movement under her cloak which Rae had spread out over herself as a blanket. A small movement at Rae's hips, a slow, steady moving of the cloak as of a hand slowly stroking. Vala sucked in a startled gasp when realized what Rae was doing. She sat up a bit to try and get a better view. After a moment she saw Rae's lips part and the woman gave a small, quiet sigh. As time passed Vala could see that the motions under the cloak were becoming more pronounced and with it, the sounds escaping Rae were becoming louder and more frequent.

Beginning to pant with her own excitement Vala was unable to control herself and started openly stroking her own tender sex as she watched. Fire burned through her veins as she imagined what it would be like to kiss Rae at that moment, to pull the beautiful blonds' dress down and bury her face in that heavy bosom, to suckle her nipples...




Forever Again Ch. 04



Vala bit her lip to contain the moan that welled up in the back of her throat as she imagined what Rae's fabulous breasts must look like. She imagined the full rounded mounds on the woman's chest, pictured the small... no, she corrected herself, the large pink nipples standing out in the cool air. The feel of the skin as she wrapped her lips around them. The taste of the woman's skin... the taste... 

Vala moaned aloud unable to contain herself. She imagined getting down between Rae's legs, kissing the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. Feeling the short curly hairs of her mount tickling her nose. The imagined smell of Rae's womanhood filled her nostrils and she shuddered with need. She would lean in, kiss the mount then kiss down further, kiss more deeply, a little lick followed by another. Then more deeply and finally pushing her tongue inside Rae, tasting her, drinking her in... 

Vala's thoughts were interrupted as a long moan escaped Rae's lips and her head rolled to the side. Vala could see the look of bliss on the face, even though she was still asleep. She wondered what kind of dream the young woman must be having to make her act so wanton even in sleep.

With anticipation and dread Vala felt that strange feeling of her Mistress's influence creeping up her spine again and she shuddered. It was like a thousand cold fingers all trailing up her naked body and slipping easily under her skin, into her very being. When the feeling reached her head she shivered and made a soft sigh. Now. Vala thought. Now she will take control of me and make me seduce this woman, make me take her with my power, just like Else and Inga. Vala waited breathless, her heart throbbing I her chest. 

Nothing happened. 

Confused, Vala looked at the dreaming woman and wondered what was happening. Why wasn't she being controlled as in the past? Why wasn't she being pushed into having sex with Rae just like she had before with the others? What was her Mistress waiting for?  

She's waiting for you to decide. Vala's own voice whispered quietly in the back of her mind. She wants to see if you'll decide to use your power on your own this time. To see if you'll allow yourself the pleasure of that woman's delightful body without having to be pushed into it. She wants to see if you're ready to become the person she believes you are destined to be. 

"It's like she's weaning me." Vala whispered quietly to herself. A big push the first time with Else. A smaller push with Inga and now with Rae, her Mistress was just sitting there watching, seeing if she would take the young woman on her own.

Decide. The word echoed through her head. 

Did she dare?

Vala eased back the blanket and moved closer to the still dreaming woman. Stealing up beside her she gently eased the cloak down past the woman's knees, exposing what her hands were doing for all to see, had there been anyone else there besides them. Vala bit her lower lip in anticipation of what she could do with the beautiful blond as she watched with an almost childlike fascination. Rae had pulled her dress up past her waist and her undergarments were pushed down just enough to give a clear view of her sex. As she watched the woman's finger slip easily in and out of her needy sex, Vala savored the heady, strong sent of Rae's arousal along with the small wet noises that accompanied the motions of her fingers.

Vala noted distantly that her Mistress's was still faintly with her, she hadn't slipped away completely. Vala was now almost certain that her initial suspicion was correct. The Mistress was watching her, reading her thoughts and seeing what she would do. Or perhaps she just enjoys the show. Vala thought wickedly, a small smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. Almost immediately the implications of that thought registered in her mind and a hot flush of embarrassment surged through her at the very idea of all her wanton acts being watched by someone else. Was she being watched all the time now? 

A moan from Rae brought her attention back and with an effort she pushed the distracting and confusing thought from her mind as best she could, at least for the time being. 

The small sighs and moans from Rae were becoming more insistent and Vala felt her own pleasure increasing just by watching her. To Vala, it seemed to her that she could actually feel the fingers invading her own sex as she watched them moving inside Rae. With something approaching reckless abandon, she decided to risk it all and gently untied the bow at the top of Rae's low cut blouse. She eased the material down, exposing the pale smooth flesh with an agonizing slowness. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Vala had the blouse pulled all the way down exposing the voluptuous mounds of Rae's breasts. Ever so slowly she eased her head down and with the tip of her tongue, traced a wet circle around one of Rae's pale pink nipples. In the light of the dying fire Vala could see large smooth areole shining slightly around the small bump in the middle.

Looking over the beautiful woman lying in bliss before her, Vala hesitated for a moment. Whatever happened from this moment on, was all up to her. She could choose to end this now, go back to her bedroll and go to sleep, leaving Rae to her dreams. Or she could pursue it further and complete the seduction. The choice was now hers alone. 

In her mind she knew that if she truly wanted Rae, the woman couldn't resist her. Whatever power her voice held was still there. She still didn't know what it was but she now knew full well how to use it. All she had to do was whisper in Rae's ear just as she had with Else and Inga. Rae couldn't resist her power, whatever it truly was.

Decide.

In her mind Vala though back to when the dreams had started. They had frightened her and repulsed her at first, hadn't they? Thinking back on them now she wasn't so sure about it. To be sure she had been frightened, at least at first. The power of those dreams had been incredible. She had no way of knowing how many times she had been driven to ecstasy in her dreams. No idea how many times she had awoken in her bed with the warm pulse of the afterglow still pulsing through her veins. It had all been very frightening to a young woman with almost no sexual experience and certainly no experience with another woman. The power and hunger that had been awoken in her body was not something she had any experience with and it had initially frightened her deeply. Eventually she became accustomed to the intensity of her growing needs and desires and the fear had slipped away, mostly. 

But now looking back, had she really been repulsed by the acts she committed, first in her dreams and later in her waking hours as well? She didn't know. She thought somehow that she should have been repulsed because what she was doing was somehow wrong, at least by the standards of what she had always been taught. But was it wrong? Did she really think that? Did she really feel that? She thought back to all her experiences with her dreams, Else and Inga. Had any of that felt wrong? She didn't think it did. In fact it had felt so completely right, so perfect, as if it was the way it had always been, the way she had always been, or at least the way she should have been. 

Lying before her, Rae let out a soft cry of pleasure and Vala reveled in her feeling of mastery over the still sleeping woman. She could feel a familiar tension building inside and knew that even without touching herself, her own release was building. Gazing down at the look of rapture on Rae's beautiful face, the face of another woman, all Vala's lingering doubts slipped away. This was what she wanted, this was who Vala Strauss was. 

She decided. 

A thrill of euphoria flowed through her with the acceptance of who she really was. Reveling in the sudden feeling of freedom she bent down and wrapped her lips around the small nub, pulling it into her mouth. At the same time she slid her hand down Rae's belly and between her legs. She placed her hand directly over Rae's and slid her own finger into her sex as well.

The sound of Rae moaning in her sleep was so deeply erotic that Vala was unable to suppress her own moans. Releasing the nipple, Vala moved to whisper in Rae's ear. As before her thick, mesmerizing words flowed, hot and sweet into her new lover's ear, "You love this Rae. It feels so good, so right." Even though Rae was still asleep, Vala somehow knew that her words would still have the same effect. "This is what you want Rae, what you have always wanted. It's so right, so good."

A moment of doubt rippled through Vala as she spoke into Rae's ear. Perhaps she had made peace with herself, but what about what she was doing to the other women she was with? Was it right to be whispering suggestions into their minds? And just how much of what they did with her was because of her whispered suggestions and how much was on their own?

She thought back to Inga and Else. They certainly didn't seem to mind what she had done to them, in fact they begged her for more. Inga hadn't been able to keep her hands off Vala once she had seduced her that first time. Was that because of what Vala said, or was it just that Vala had opened their minds to something new? She pictured the way Inga had looked into her eyes while they were in the middle of their passions. That intense look of complete acceptance and connection that they had shared. No, Vala thought, that kind of connection couldn't be just from her whispered words, it had to be something deeper. Like whatever had been guiding her along, it merely set her in motion and broke down her reservations so that she could let herself open up to the new experience. 

She wasn't really changing who they were, she was just allowing them to see who they could become. 

Beneath her, Rae's head rolled to the side she moaned, "Yesss...so good..."

With a wicked smile, Vala cast her doubts aside and moved her lips back to Rae's nipple. As she suckled she slid a second finger into Rae's soaking wet sex.

The extra finger in her was apparently enough for Rae and her eyes finally fluttered open in dazed confusion. "What...?!" She gasped as she came awake. Immediately the full impact of what her body was experiencing hit her and she let out a long moan of pure bliss. "Ooohhh... Vala, please... noooo..."

Vala made no answer but pushed Rae's own hand harder and deeper into her sex. The excitement of knowing Rae was now aware of what was happening drove Vala's own excitement wild. Despite the fact that she was hardly even touching her own sex, Vala knew her climax was only moments away. With an effort she pushed her passions down a degree, Rae wasn't quite ready yet and she was determined to make they share this first climax. She pulled hard on the nipple with her tongue and relished the moaning response.

"Oh, I'm... it... no I can't... I... no... nooo... aaah!" Her incoherent objections were cut off as her body jerked convulsively in a spasm of ecstasy. 

"Yes you can Rae, you love this." Vala whispered thickly in her ear. "This is what you want. I'm what you want." 

Her head rolled from side to side as Rae moaned. "Yesss...you..." Her entire body went taught as her back arched off the ground. After a moment a long, thin wail escaped her lips. The wail became a cry that cut off suddenly with another sharp spasm of bliss, and another.

Watching hungrily, Vala could resist her need no longer and let herself go over the edge as well. A torrent of rapture erupted inside her and she groaned loudly. With a desperate primal need she again plunged both their fingers deep into Rae's torrid sex, delighting in the shriek of pleasure it drove from the buxom blond. She felt another climax building inside herself and moaned in anticipation.

"Vala...!" Rae cried, "Please... no more! I can't...!" She panted.

"Yes, you can." Vala said in a voice thick with passion. "For me... do it!" She pushed inward again and then bit down on Rae's nipple as pleasure exploded through both of them.

The last things she remembered as the night took her was the look of rapture reflected in Rae's eyes, the hot, musky smell of their sex and Rae screaming out her name.

* * *

"Can I ask you something?" Rae asked.

Vala looked over to the young woman who was riding along next to her. She admired again the way the curvaceous young woman sat so easily astride her horse, rolling with the motions it made. Her eyes caught again on the low cut blouse, pulled even lower than usual and she blushed before turning away.

Vala had awoken earlier that morning from a sweltering dream of Else's succulent body. Else had just driven her to the very edge of climax when Vala had finally been jolted awake. Her eyes snapped open to find the morning sun gleaming over the distant horizon. The sight that greeted her as she looked down made her gasp in surprise. She was lying back on the blanket with Rae snuggled up next to her. Both of them were completely nude. The first few confused moment that she felt upon her waking were quickly brushed away and the sensations she had been feeling in her dream came crashing back into her. She could feel Rae's strong fingers deep inside her, the firm pull of Rae's lips and tongue around her nipple and the tickle of Rae's long blond hair as it spilled over her naked chest. She groaned at the firm squeeze around her as Rae ground herself into the firm muscles of Vala's thigh. Overwhelmed by the flood of images and sensations, Vala cried out with a sudden, intense release. The sharpness of the unexpected climax surprised her and she let out a shriek of delight. She felt Rae's body constrict as well and the sound of her peak only added to the experience.

They had spent all of the morning together writhing naked by the embers of the fire, their passions providing more than enough heat to fend off the chill of the morning.

The sound of a stick snapping under the hoof of one of the horses brought Vala's attention back from her memories of a few hours previous. She nodded and said, "You may ask."

"Is that what you did with that riverman's daughter?" Rae asked as she shifted in her saddle a little.

With a furious blush Vala looked away and only nodded.

"But how did you do that to me?" Rae asked, almost to herself. "That was," she paused as if searching for words, "Amazing. I've never even thought of doing such a thing before and yet you managed to bring me to it so easily. I can't help but think that if you had suggested something like that to me yesterday I would have thought you a heathen or perhaps a mad woman. But once you touched me," she paused again. When she continued it was in an almost dreamy way, "It all just seemed so right, so natural to do." She looked Vala square in the eye, "What power is it that you have over other women? Over..." she paused and looked away before adding quietly, "...over me?"

Vala thought she could detect just the faintest hint of fear in the young woman's voice. "I... I don't know. It just... came upon me somehow. It's... it's like some kind of curse."

Rae laughed at that, "Ha! If only I could be cursed like that! That was the most wonderful night I've ever experienced. And you've done that before, yes?" She looked to Vala expectantly, a strange light glinting in the clear blue depths of her eyes.

Vala blushed and looked away. "Yes." 

"Amazing." Rae said wistfully. She sighed heavily and a dreamy smile played over her lips. After several moments she looked to Vala and her smile faded. When she spoke this time it was quieter, almost sympathetic. "But I suppose it's not all like that."

Vala shook her head, "I just don't know what it is." She looked out over the surrounding countryside before continuing. "I've finally to come to grips with what I am in a way. I'm... I suppose I just... prefer women. I'm beginning to think that perhaps I always have. Maybe I was just afraid to admit it, even to myself." She looked over at Rae, "But as for the other part, how I..." she paused, looking for the right word, "seduced you so easily, I just don't know. It's strange, I just seem to be able to make women want me. To give themselves to me just like you did." 

Rae laughed again at that. "Well, I for one am glad you made me want you like you did. It was..." she sighed, "bliss." 

"I just wish I knew what this, this... power that is in me was." She looked at Rae, "It frightens me." 

"Perhaps the Baroness will know." Rae suggested. "She is a great Lady, or so I've been told." She shrugged and her mouth quirked into mischievous grin, "Although I suppose that it's not something that you would really talk to just anyone about." She became serious again, "And anyway, I don't really know much about her besides rumors. I've never met her myself of course."

Vala looked over at her. "But I thought you delivered lumber to her?"

Rae laughed. "To her keep yes. But I only met her servants. A great woman like her would never deal with something so mundane as wood or someone so ordinary like me. I deal mostly with the head of the house staff."

Vala thought about that for a moment before saying, "Then how do you know she will help me?"

Rae shrugged, "As I said yesterday, I don't. I only said perhaps."

They rode on through the day but due to their late start, didn't make it to the keep by sundown as Rae had said they should. Or perhaps she had been deliberately slow on purpose. As soon as they made camp that night and the fire was burning well, Rae brazenly embraced Vala. Not even taking time for dinner they were soon nude and writhing in each other's arms, their moans of pleasure filling the still air deep into the night.

* * *

"My darling Rae, it is so good to see you again." Said the plump faced older woman as they were shown into the keeps vast kitchen.

Vala gaped around at the chaotic room. The huge cook stoves lining the walls. Massive iron cauldrons hanging over fire pits filled with roaring flames. Crowded countertops that spanned the room from end to end, and around all of it a dozen cooks and their helpers moving about frantically each working at their own seeming separate but somehow connected tasks.

It was just one more wonder to ad to a morning of wonders for Vala.

A few hours earlier, just after dawn they had finally caught sight of the keep in the distance and Vala had felt her breath catch in her throat. It was a massive and intimidating yet beautiful structure built onto the edge of a low peak. Its spires and towers reached gracefully up to the sky as the morning sun glinting off a thousand separate windows. 

The narrow mountain road they were on joined a much larger road paved with stones that lead up to the keep off to the east. Looking west back down the main road Vala saw a town spread out along the banks of the river in the near distance. Thin smoke rose from hundreds of chimneys, slowly drifting in the still morning air. It was easily the largest town Vala had ever seen. 

Following behind Rae, Vala surveyed the land as they rode. Getting closer, Vala could now see the main road passed right in front of the keep. With growing amazement, Vala realized that it was even larger than she had thought. The front gate was easily wide enough for three wagons to pass through side by side. Vala expected them to turn and enter through the grand gateway but Rae kept moving past. Answering Vala's unspoken question she said, "The servant's entrance is around the east side." 

The servant's entrance was a much smaller gateway just wide enough for a single wagon to get through. The guards at the gate apparently all knew Rae because they smiled and greeted her by name. One of them, and older man with a neatly trimmed grey beard came up and looked Vala and her over for a moment before tipping his head questioningly as he planted the butt of his pike on the ground. "Good to see you Rae, but I wasn't expecting you for another few weeks or so. You just made a delivery, what... last week? What brings you again so soon?" He paused, "And where is your wagon?"




Forever Again Ch. 04



Rae smiled, "No delivery today Peter. I'm actually here for another reason. My pretty young friend here is in need of work and a place to live for a while. I thought that perhaps there might be something available for her here."

Vala blushed a little at Rae's description of her but even more so at the looks she was getting from a couple of the guards. One of them leaned over and whispered something to his companion and they both chuckled while looking at Vala and Rae. Vala raised her chin and tried her best to ignore the men. 

"Ah. Well if it's work you be wanting you'd best see Miss Bernadette. I expect that she's in the kitchen." He gestured vaguely off to the left with the long pike.

"Yes, that's what I figured. Thank you, Peter." She looked to Vala, "Come on."

A hiss of something being dropped into hot oil brought Vala's attention back to the present and she looked to the older woman again, Miss Bernadette, as the guard had called her.

Rae said, "It's good to see you as well Bernadette. I don't make it up here nearly enough."

"No, you don't my child." She cocked her head slightly, "But we weren't expecting you for weeks." Bernadette said, letting the implied question hang.

"My friend here is in need of work and a place to live till springtime, maybe longer. The lumber camp is too rough a place for such a beautiful young woman so I thought you may be able to help her." Rae pulled Vala closer. "Vala, this is Miss Bernadette, she is the head of the servant staff here at the keep."

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Bernadette." Vala said with a small, clumsy curtsey.

Bernadette seemed to give Vala a brief but clearly expert visual appraisal before saying, "Yes, I'm sure we could find a spot for such a fine young woman. If Rae felt strongly enough about you to bring you all the way up here then I'm sure you'll do fine."

That afternoon Rae had finally departed for the lumber camp, leaving Vala alone in her new home. They had managed to find a few moments alone out of sight of all to share a long, deeply passionate kiss. "I'll be back in a month or so with one of my usual deliveries." She had said as they parted. "Don't forget about me."

Vala was surprised to see tears welling in the corners of Rae's eyes. With a forced a smile she said softly, "I won't. And... thank you, for everything."

* * *

The next few days flew past as Vala spent the majority of her time with Miss Bernadette learning all about the people, layout and running of the vast manor. The sheer size and complexity of the place astounded Vala at first. She was also surprised at the amount of people that were required to maintain everything. By the end of the first day she figured that there could easily be three or four dozen people living and working in the vast keep. By the second day she adjusted that number significantly upwards. There may have been close to a hundred of people living and working in the huge, sprawling complex, maybe even more.

At the end of the second day Miss Bernadette seemed to be very pleased with how quickly Vala was coming along. "My but you are a quick study. I dare say that you already know more about the workings of this place than most of these louts who have lived here their whole lives." She paused to think for a moment then said, "I should think a young woman with your obvious talents would be wasted cleaning floors and stirring soup pots all day. Come with me, I think there is a place that you will do quite well."

They set off though the vast stone corridors and up several of the back staircases that were for the servants to use. By her knowledge of the castle that she had gained over the last few days Vala realized that they were nearing the noble chambers on the upper levels. They exited into a corridor lined with rich tapestries and deep, luxurious carpets. Exquisite brass lamps hung on the walls and gave off a warm glow without the thick smoke that the torches of the lower levels produced. Bernadette set off down the corridor and came to a stop before a set of high, narrow doors that were held together with elaborate iron bands. She knocked on the door and waited.

After a minute the door opened silently and a young girl dressed in the uniform of a chambermaid peered out. "Yes? Oh, Miss Bernadette. You wish to see the Steward?"

"Yes, I need to speak with her if she is available."

The girl nodded. "I'll check. One moment." She retreated into the chamber closing the door behind her. After several minutes the door reopened and the girl said, "The Steward will see you now." She pulled the door back all the way and motioned them inside.

Vala tried to keep her eyes from wandering but the room she walked into took her breath away. The vast high ceiling chamber was opulently furnished with exotic tapestries and thick, luxurious carpets underfoot all done in beautiful deep blue and gold. Dozens of candles burned in elaborate candelabras giving the room a comfortable, warm glow. One wall was almost entirely taken up with a vast fireplace that was made of huge white stones and decorated in gold.

Miss Bernadette walked straight in through the room and into another smaller room that was dominated by a huge wooden desk. Behind the desk sat a woman with her head down as if she were reading one of the papers on before her. In her hand was a writing quill which she tapped rhythmically on the paper before her as if lost in thought.

Bernadette stopped before the desk and waited silently for the woman, Vala assumed it was the Steward, to acknowledge them. After several long moments the Steward scribbled something down onto the paper, placed the quill into an ink bottle, looked up and smiled.

"Bernadette, how nice to see you. You don't come up here nearly enough anymore." The Steward said in a voice that was rich and throaty. Vala thought the woman to probably be about fifty years old. She was beautiful with long, curly, chestnut colored hair, pale skin and hazel eyes. She wore an expensive looking, sapphire blue gown that came up high on her slender neck. 

"I'm afraid my household duties keep me far too busy for social visits milady. Making sure that the Baroness's house is all in order takes every second of my day and then some." Bernadette said with a small curtsy.

The Steward smiled wanly, "Oh believe me I know. I spend most of my days here signing papers and such. If anyone ever thought about how much work was actually required to keep an estate like this going I'm convinced they would never build another." She chuckled then said, "So is this the girl you mentioned to me?"

"Yes milady." She motioned for Vala to come forward. "My Lady, this is Vala Strauss, a young girl who has just come to work for us and if I'm any judge of character, a very uncommon girl. She's smart as whip, a very quick study and a hard worker if I'm any judge."

"I happen to know you're a fine judge of character if there ever was one Bernadette." She eyed Vala for a moment. "Can you read child?" She finally asked.

"A little my Lady."

"And your numbers?"

Vala nodded, "Yes, I know my numbers." She paused then added, "Well, some."

The Steward looked at her for a long time. So long that Vala began to get uncomfortable and stole a sidelong glance at Bernadette but the older woman only waited patiently.

"I'll trust your judgment on this Bernadette, yes, I believe she'll do nicely." The Steward finally said with a firm nod. "Bernadette, you can find her some suitable new quarters around here I suppose. Ones that will reflect her new station." She again looked Vala up and down and wrinkled her nose a little in apparent distaste. She looked back to Bernadette with a raised eyebrow, "And some new clothes." She looked back to Vala and with a smile she said, "First thing tomorrow, I'll expect to see you here to begin your duties."

Vala looked at her for a moment before having to ask, "Um, what duties would that be my Lady?"

The Steward glanced at Bernadette. "You didn't tell her?"

Bernadette shrugged a little self consciously, "I did not wish to get her hopes up in case you rejected her."

"Ah, yes, probably wise." She turned back to Vala. "You shall to be my new assistant, my dear."

* * *



Forever Again Ch. 05



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex and mind control. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the fifth installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this story may not be to you liking. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you enjoy my words.

~CD

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Over the next few weeks Vala discovered that despite what her new title, Assistant to the Steward of the Baroness von Wolffe, may sound like, she was in reality little more than an errand runner for the Steward. She spent much of her day going about the keep getting reports from the various areas within the massive structure. Information about how much mutton was left in the larder from the head cook, how many bars of iron were needed by the blacksmith, how many wine barrels the cooper had prepared and so on and so on. By the end of the first week Vala figured she must have walked fifty leagues at least.

She found however that her new position did elevate her quite a bit above most of the rest of the staff of the keep. There were no official rankings among the staff, but it was easy to see after just a few days at the keep had a very complex social hierarchy. The Baroness, whom Vala still had yet to meet or even see, was at the very top with the Steward directly under her. In fact, in so far as Vala could see, for the day to day running of the keep the Steward appeared to make all of the decisions, only getting direction from the Baroness on more far reaching matters.

Under the Steward was the head of the guards, a big, older man named Captain Holt. He was gruff and stern with his soldiers but had always been courteous and respectful to Vala on the occasions when she had to speak with him.

After the Captain, or perhaps right beside him Vala suspected but wasn't sure, was Miss Bernadette as head of all the staff. Under her were all of the respective heads of the different trades of the keep. The head blacksmith, the head cooper, the head cook and so forth. Finally under them was the remainder of the keep's vast staff with another whole social order that was too vast and complicated to grasp at a glance.

At first Vala thought of herself as merely an errand runner for the Steward but as some time passed she began to realize that this assumption was not correct. Rather she found to her surprise that she appeared to fall roughly into a place directly under Miss Bernadette, at a level equal to or perhaps just above the heads of trades. This gained her considerable respect among the rest of the staff despite her humble origins. At first Vala wondered at this but as the days passed it became apparent to her that most of the staff just assumed that she had always been of that station and had come to the keep from just such a position somewhere else. They didn't know, because no one had told them that she was just a common farm girl. Perhaps if they knew of her origins they wouldn't regard her as they did. 

Also to her surprised delight she also found that she now rated her own private chambers and a new wardrobe.

The private chambers were very small and simple when compared to the Stewards chambers or even to most of the guest chambers but to Vala they were the grandest place she had ever imagined herself sleeping. The outer room was a small sitting area with a small sofa, two stuffed chairs, a table, a desk and a fireplace. A small, narrow window looked out onto the courtyard far below. The adjoining room was a small bedroom with a smaller fireplace, a bed and another, smaller desk. The bed was small by the standards of the rest of the keep but it was still larger than the rough straw bed that up until a few weeks ago she had shared with her two sisters.

Unaccustomed to wearing anything other than rough farm cloths and at most her Sunday dress, the new wardrobe embarrassed Vala at first. Like the room, it was very simple compared to the Steward's or even Miss Bernadette's clothes, but the long, heavy velvet and wool dresses would have been considered quite grand back in her village. Vala asked if wearing the new clothes was really necessary and Steward assured her that it was absolutely imperative for her to look her station.

The next day when Vala first walked in wearing her new wardrobe it was immediately apparent to the Steward just how uncomfortable she was with the new clothes. Taking pity on Vala, the Steward sat and talked with her for a few minutes. "You are not a common chambermaid Vala. You're no longer even a commoner and you mustn't think of yourself like that anymore. You have taken your first steps to greater things. It is a chance that very, very few ever get. You are a very uncommon girl Vala. Bernadette saw that almost immediately and I can easily see it now was well. You should be proud of that. Wear those new clothes as a matter of honor and pride and for heaven's sake don't be ashamed."

Gradually over the proceeding days Vala had indeed become accustomed to the new clothes and the deference that the other staff now showed to her.

There were other benefits of her new station that took longer for Vala to adjust to.

Vala had met the chambermaid the morning after being moved to her new chambers. Vala was busy making her bed after having spent a wondrous night sleeping in the decadently soft feather bed. There had been a quiet knock at the door and when Val had said to enter, a petite young woman with shoulder length, curly red hair tied back with a white kerchief walked in wearing the uniform of a chambermaid. Upon seeing what Vala was doing her eyes opened wide with horror.

"Oh, please milady, no! Let me do that." She practically yanked the bed sheets out of Vala's hands and escorted her out of the room.

Vala tried to protest saying that she would help her but the young woman only looked even more scandalized.

Vala gave up and went off to her duties for the day. At the end of the day she found the young woman again in her chambers, this time she was building up the fires to fend off the chill of the autumn night.

"Good evening milady." She had said upon turning and seeing Vala enter the room. "Is here anything I can do for you?"

Vala eyed the young woman, taking a closer look than she had in the morning when she had been shooed out of the room. She was a few hands shorter than Vala and gracefully slender. Big green eyes over a pert nose which was covered with freckles that spilled over onto her cheeks. Her curly bright red hair was pulled back in a single thick ponytail. The white kerchief tied over the top of her head probably helped to keep the dust from her hair while cleaning.

"What is your name?" Vala asked.

"Branwen, milady." Said the girl with a small curtsey.

"And how long have you been here Branwen?"

"All my life milady. I was born here in the keep and have served the Baroness since I was nine years old." She said and again made the same small curtsey.

"Branwen, I'm no Lady. Please stop calling me that and don't curtsy anymore."

The girl looked up and seemed confused. "But you work for the Steward." She paused as if nervous of what to say. After a moment she said cautiously, "And, and ... how... what... what am I to call you milady?"

Vala gave her a small smile. "Well, I was..." Vala paused, not sure if she really wanted to reveal her past to anyone. After a second of hesitation she continued, "Er...well, I sort of came into this position by chance. And my name is Vala. You can try calling me that."

Branwen looked uncomfortable, "But if the Lady Bernadette or anyone else ever heard me use your first name I'd be..." she paused and looked at the door to the hall, "...they wouldn't like it much."

"Well, then if anybody else is about then you can use the title, but in here," she waver her hand idly indicating the chambers, "Please, call me Vala."

"As you wish m... Vala."

Vala sat heavily on the couch and motioned for Branwen to sit on the chair. After a few moments of hesitation the girl finally sat hesitantly on the edge.

"So you are responsible to taking care of my room obviously? I assume you're not my personal maid." She said with a wry smirk. 

"No milady. I take care of all the rooms on this floor in this wing. However, most are the smaller guest rooms and are often unoccupied." 

Vala nodded, "So you were born here? Does that mean you parents serve the Baroness as well?"

"They did but they were both taken by sickness many years ago. Now only my sister and I serve the Baroness."

"You have a sister?" Vala asked.

"Yes, my sister's name is Greta." Branwen nodded a little nervously. She was apparently not comfortable sitting down in Vala's chambers, probably afraid that someone might walk in and think her loafing. She stood again and smoothed down her dress as she asked, "So, is there anything you require?"

"No, I don't think so. I really just need to get some sleep. It has been a long day and tomorrow will be just as long." Vala stood and headed for her bedchambers. She started to say something over her shoulder but was surprised to see Branwen following her. She paused, "Is there something you still need to prepare in the bedroom?"

Branwen looked shocked, "No Milady. Of course everything is prepared for you."

"Then why are you following me in?" Vala asked.

Gesturing with her hand Branwen said, "Do you not require help getting you dress off? And I must hang it for you so it will not get spoiled." She nodded at the room, "Come milady, let us get you in your bed so you can rest."

Vala decided that maybe she could use some help getting the unfamiliar dress off. Last night she had to remove it by herself and she had found the many small buttons to be very difficult to manage. She also decided to let Branwen's relapsing into calling her 'Lady' go for now.

The bedroom was pleasantly warm and Vala paused in front of the fire for a moment savoring the rich smell of the burning oak logs. It reminded her of home and her thoughts were drifting back there when she felt hands on her back. She jumped and the unexpected contact.

"I'm sorry milady. Did I hurt you?" Branwen asked.

"No, no... sorry. I was just... it was nothing. My mind was elsewhere." Vala said, a little embarrassed at herself. "Please, continue." 

As Branwen's fingers began working at the many small buttons down the back of the gown, Vala suddenly became acutely aware that she was alone with a pretty young woman and that she was being undressed by her. With a suddenness that startled Vala, she felt a surge of excitement that made her shiver.

"Are you cold milady? Should I build up the fire?"

Vala shook her head, "No, no I'll be fine. I just need to... to, ah... get in to... to bed." She stammered, trying to clear her thoughts.

Again the fingers resumed their work and Vala had to suppress another shiver of excitement. As she tried to reign in her reactions she wondered apprehensively at this turn of events. It had been many days since Rae had gone and in that time she hadn't experienced any of the sapphic longings or even had one of her dreams. She wondered with apprehension and yearning if this now meant the dreams would be back as well.

When all the buttons were unfastened Vala felt Branwen's hands come up her sides and start to pull the dress down and away from her breasts. She almost groaned with the thought of what the woman's small hands would feel like cupping the sensitive orbs. She shivered again as the heavy velvet dress slid down the length of her body, over her hips and down her legs leaving her standing only in her small clothes. She couldn't control a small sigh as she felt Branwen's wondrous red hair brush her back as the girl bent to pick the dress off the floor.

Unaware of Vala's condition, Branwen went to the wardrobe and hung the dress up for the night then pulled down the covers on the bed. Turning to Vala she asked, "Do you require anything else milady?"

Coming to the bedside Vala looked directly into Branwens eyes. The wide green eyes glistened red in the firelight and Vala felt herself starring deep into them. "Yes..." She said using that same hypnotic tone that she had used so many times now. Raising her hand and gently brushing the side of Branwen's face she said, "Yes, I do need something..."

Branwen's eyes glazed. She looked suddenly lost and helpless, gazing dazedly into Vala's eyes she whispered, "Yes milady..."

Belatedly, Vala realized that in addition to her voice, she was now using her gaze to enthrall this young woman. How had she known to do that? Once again she wondered about her newfound powers, what they really were and how it was that she knew how to use them without even thinking about it. The thought was fleeting however as her attention was drawn almost immediately back to the young woman before her. 

Vala cupped Branwen's cheek with her hand and drew the unresisting girl closer. She caught a whiff of the girl's scent and was instantly enthralled by it. Dust and ash from cleaning, lye from soap, oak from the firewood and something else that Vala couldn't place, a vaguely flowery, almost sweet smell that was under all the others. All common smells but somehow they instantly came together in Vala's mind as uniquely representing this young woman. Branwen's scent. Vala drew in a breath through her nose, savoring and the heat in her core flared. 

Without really thinking, Vala started lowering her face to Branwen's, moving in, her lips parting slightly, eyes sliding closed... 

A sharp pop echoed from the fireplace as a log split, sending a shower of sparks spiraling up the chimney. The sound startled Vala back to reality and she yanked her hand away from the disorientated chambermaid.

What in Hell am I doing? Vala though furiously at herself. Haven't I already learned enough lessons about the consequence of doing this? Do I want to be kicked out of here as well?

"Um, ah... yes, that will be all Branwen. Good night then. Please close the door for me on the way out." Vala stammered as she climbed into her bed, pulling the covers over her and looking resolutely away from the pretty young maid.

"Ah... yes... yes, of course milady." Stammered Branwen as the girl struggled to collect her bearings. She sounded confused and more than a little flustered. Vala had seen in the instant before she turned away that the girls cheeks were flushed a bright red. "Good night milady." Branwen said as she pulled the door closed.

After the latch fell with a metallic clack Vala let out a strangled gasp and shuddered with suppressed need. One hand slipped down her front and slid under her petticoats to find her needy sex. It was already dripping wet with her arousal. At the merest touch of her finger she groaned. It was both delightful and a little frightening just how quickly she could become aroused now. 

Within moments she was panting heavily as her fingers slid in and out in a steady rhythm. She now hoped the dreams would be back and she couldn't wait for them. Perhaps she thought, tonight it will be the young chambermaid who would feed her wanton dreams. As her climax approached she imagined how easy it would be to take the pretty red headed girl to her bed and share with her all the pleasures of the flesh that she had learned in her dreams and practiced in the last few weeks.

Imagining the look of pure bliss on the freckled face was finally too much for Vala and with a muffled cry she fell into ecstasy.

* * *

The next days and weeks were a delicious agony for Vala. After that first meeting with Branwen, Vala made an oath to herself that she would not pursue the beautiful young woman in any fashion. She was fortunate enough to have found a place here at the keep and by some stroke of luck she had even been given a position of some importance rather than just emptying chamber pots all day. However tempting the young chambermaid's charms were, Vala's experiences with Else and Inga had shown her that uncontrolled passion was the quick way to ruin.

But as the days rolled past and Vala saw the beautiful young woman more and more she found it increasingly difficult to keep her oath. As Branwen got to know Vala more she became increasingly comfortable around her and even started calling her by name without having to be reminded first.

With each passing day Vala found herself more and more attracted to the young woman. Adding to her attraction was the memories of what the two of them did in her dreams. Vala awoke almost every morning covered with sweat and smelling strongly of her own sex. Indeed, several mornings she even awoke with the afterglow of a powerful climax still surging through her veins.

Vala wondered with a twisted little smile just what Branwen thought of it when she made up her bed in the morning.

"Vala?" Vala? Are you listening to me?" The Steward's voice intruded into Vala's memories.

"What?" Vala's snapped her attention back to the present. "Oh, sorry Mam'. I was just... erm, sorry. I didn't sleep very well last night. I guess I'm just a little sleepy this morning."

"Hrm." Said the Steward with a little shake of her head. "Yes, well, you had best wake up now. I need you to go down to the laundress and take care of this for me." She handed Vala a slip of parchment.

Vala looked at it and slowly read the wording. After a few moments she looked up and said. "Do you want me to come back with the totals?"

"No, I want you to take care of it all." She eyed Vala for a moment then continued. "If you ever want to be more than a just an errand girl then you had better learn to make decisions. Now go take care of it."

"Yes milady." Vala gave a curtsy and left the room.

Her head reeled a little as she headed down the long corridor to the servants stairwell. So far she had only run messages and gotten information for the Steward. This was the first time that she was actually being allowed to make a real decision. In truth it wasn't really a big decision. It was only some preparation for the coming festival dinner that was planned for next week, but still...

Never having made this kind or preparation before Vala decided her first stop would be Miss Bernadette. With her help she found what materials were on hand and what would be needed. Next she visited the laundresses to see what would need to be prepared and then a trip back to Miss Bernadette to see about getting the staff to make the preparations. Finally another trip back to the laundress to finalize everything. By the time everything was all done it was well past the mid-day meal and Vala felt as if she had walked to the moon and back.

Her feet were aching as she walked into the kitchen to see about getting something to eat since she hadn't had a meal all day. She walked into the bustling kitchen and was pleased, if a little surprised to see Branwen stirring one of the huge iron pots suspended over a fire pit at the far end of the room.

Making her way through the crowd of cooks and assistants she stole up behind her and said, "Hello."

Branwen turned and almost dropped the spoon in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry milady. I didn't see you come over." She curtsied again. "Is there anything I can get for you?" She asked while whipping her hand on a towel tucked into her apron. 

Vala studied her for a moment. She wasn't dressed in her usual chambermaid's uniform at the moment but rather dressed as a cook. The white uniform and apron were stained with a hundred different colored smudges and smears and sweat beaded her brow from working in the hot kitchen. Aside from the uniform change, there was also something strange in the way the girl was acting but Vala couldn't seem to put a finger on it. She shook her head slowly, "No, it's quite alright. I was just looking for a bite to eat. I missed my mid-day meal and was a bit hungry."




Forever Again Ch. 05



"Oh, of course milady. Let me get you some soup. It should be just about ready. And I have some fresh bread and cheese as well. Would that be alright?"

Again, Vala felt as if something was wrong but she nodded. "Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you."

Branwen went off quickly and in a minute or two was back with a bowl. Placing it on a small table off to the side of the main kitchen. She asked, "Would you like to eat here or should I bring it somewhere for you?"

"No, right here will be fine, thank you Branwen."

The woman looked at her blankly for a moment then shook her head slightly, "Branwen? No, I'm sorry milady, but my name is Greta."

Vala stared at her for a moment then it fell into place. "You're Branwen's sister." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, Branwen is my sister." Greta nodded seemingly a little confused.

"But you look exactly alike." Vala said now studying the redhaired girl more closely.

"Yes, milady, we're twins."

* * *

The darkness enveloped Vala in its warm, comforting embrace and she reveled in it, knowing what was to come. "Mistress?" She heard herself call out questioningly.

"Yes, my Dear. I am here for you again." The sultry voice purred through Vala's very being. A single, now familiar musical chord sounded in the back of Vala's mind, as if her very soul were singing. 

"I haven't seen you in so long Mistress." Vala said into the darkness. Though the dreams of lust had indeed returned after that first meeting with Branwen, Vala had yet to be revisited by her Mistress. She felt a deep longing within her core and hoped that her Mistress would finally choose to visit with her tonight. It had been many weeks since she had last seen her and the absence was weighing on Vala's heart.

"Have you really missed me my Valamera?" The voice cooed, closer this time.

Vala found that to her surprise she actually did. "Yes Mistress, I have missed you. Won't you come to me tonight?" Vala asked, feeling the heat in her core flare with the admission.

Strong hands gripped her shoulders from behind and Vala felt hot lips kiss the side of her neck. The hands kneaded the sore muscles in her shoulders and neck, melting away the tension like butter in the hot sun. The volume of the ringing her mind swelled, resonating throughout her body. The tone was musical yet constant, filling her soul but never at the forefront, always deep inside her mind. 

Vala groaned. "Mistresss..."

"Yes my Valamera." The voice cooed in Vala's ear. The breath was hot and close. Vala felt a tongue trace the sensitive skin up around her ear followed by the nip of teeth as her Mistress worried her earlobe.

Vala groaned again, louder this time as euphoria flowed like hot candle wax through her veins, searing her from the inside out. "Please Mistress..." Vala reached up and gripped the head at her Mistress's neck. Her hands worked into the thick, lustrous hair and pulled the teeth in tighter. "Yesss..."

The hands moved to Vala's breasts and gave them a playful squeeze. "Soon my dear, very soon we will be together. Bt the time is not yet here." The fingers pinched Vala's nipples, giving them a firm twist.

Vala gasped with delight.

"Do you like that my Valamera?" The voice asked playfully.

"Ooohhh..." was all Vala could manage to say through the haze of bliss.

The fingers pinched harder and began to roll the nipples to a slow, torturous cadence. For several minutes, maybe longer the fingers continued, keeping Vala's passions burning at a steady heat. "Good?" The Mistress cooed.

Vala could only moan incoherently as she felt her body give little shudders and twitches under the slow erotic agony. She wanted her Mistress to do more but couldn't make her mouth put words to her desires. It was as if her mind had ceased to know how to control her body. Somehow her whole being had been given over to the primal hunger deep in her sex.

"Perhaps this?" Her Mistress said, gently but firmly forcing Vala down onto her knees and bending her forward. Vala's face was pushed into something soft in the smothering darkness but she couldn't tell what it was nor did she care. She felt her Mistress's fingers trail along the insides of her thigh then with a luscious, gentle grace; tease the outer lips of her sex.

Pleasure flooded through Vala and she felt herself whimpering with need. Every passing second of the erotic torture was driving her higher and higher. But still what she yearned for, what she needed, the ultimate release, eluded her. "Please." She begged. 

"Please?" Her Mistress asked. "Please what my Valamera?" 

"Please Mistressss... I need you..." She moaned with a desperate need.

"What do you want my Valamera? What is it you need?" Her Mistress continued to ask.

Finally Vala's pleasure fogged mind got what her Mistress was asking, "In me, I need you inside me Mistress... please Mistress...take me!" She begged. The musical note in her swelled, its tone growing more insistent yet somehow never changing, spreading throughout her body yet never leaving the back of her mind. The tone, high and pure, was bliss to Vala's soul. 

"Take you?" Her Mistress mocked. "You want me to take you? And yet you won't take the one you want. Will you my Valamera?"

"Mistress?" Vala gasped uncomprehendingly. She was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe let alone speak. The music in her mind faded and Vala's soul cried out at its retreat. She whimpered. 

"Yesss." The silky smooth voice hissed in her ear. "The red haired one, you want her and yet you deny yourself the pleasures of her delightful young body. Why? Take her, she cannot resist you."

"Nooo..." Vala moaned but even as she did the image of Branwen flared in her mind. She imagined slipping her tongue into the young woman's wet, hot sex. She pictured the look of bliss on the redheads face as she cried out Vala's name during a climax. Vala could actually smell the woman's lust and taste her musky sex. She gasped with pleasure. "Yesss..."

Her Mistress whispered in Vala's ear, the enchanted words seeping into her mind, controlling her will, changing her very being. "Yes my Valamera. Take her. Take the young maid, she is all yours now." And with her words the Mistress pushed her fingers deep into Vala's aching sex with a slow, smooth push. "She will not resist you. She cannot resist you. No mortal woman can." The words filled Vala's mind as fingers filled her sex, "Take her." 

Blinding pleasure exploded in Vala's mind as all of her pent up sexual energy was released in one shattering instant. A piercing shriek was ripped from her throat as fire coursed through her veins and her entire body became as taut as a bowstring. She felt her sex contract around the fingers deep inside her and her body rocked back against her Mistress's unmoving hand. Vala pushed back and tried to drive the fingers deeper into herself. With each thrust of her hips she felt another surge of pleasure and another paroxysm deep in her core. Again and again she pushed, each one driving another cry of ecstasy from her lungs.

"Take her my Valamera, she is yours." Her Mistress hissed, the words crawling deliciously through her mind as another shattering climax was ripped from her sex.

Vala pictured the beautiful young red haired girl and as her body tensed for yet another climax she cried out, "Yes! She's mine! Yesss...yesss... YESSS...!" Then her body went rigid and everything faded to darkness as the beautiful music sang. 

* * *

"I hear you did an excellent job handling those preparations yesterday Vala." Said the Steward from behind her grand wooden desk as Vala walked into the office in the morning.

The morning sun streamed in through the tall windows and fell onto the grand sapphire blue tapestry that hung behind the Stewards desk. Vala thought she could see the golden embroidery actually sparkling in the brilliant light.

"Thank you my Lady." Vala said trying to mask her pride at the compliment.

The Steward nodded, "I talked with Bernadette yesterday after sundown and she was most impressed with how thoughtful and thorough you were. That's quite a compliment. Bernadette does not typically impress easily. Keep up like that and you may have my job in a few years."

Vala practically glowed at the comment and she tried, unsuccessfully, to restrain a smile. She saw the Steward glance up and give a slight smirk of her own but the woman didn't comment. Vala felt her cheeks heat with a bit of embarrassment.

After a few moments of silence the steward put down her quill and picked up the piece of parchment she had been writing on. "Here you go. I'll expect you to deal with all of this by sundown."

Vala looked over the list, struggling to make out the loops and curls of the Stewards script. After weeks of practicing she was getting much better at reading it but she still wasn't a fluent. Many times she had gone to Miss Bernadette when she had trouble with a word or phrase in the Stewards instructions. Bernadette was always very patient and helpful and had even given her several reading lessons after hours or when they had a few free minutes during the day.

Nothing on the list looked to be very difficult. It was mostly more preparations for the banquet next week. Vala nodded as she got up. "I'll take care of all of this my Lady."

The Steward nodded and picked up her quill again, "Good. See that you do. I would hate to have to go back to the Baroness give her a different report on your progress."

Vala paused at the door and turned, glancing back to the Stewardess with a bit of apprehension. She could see that the older woman was looking at her keenly from under her eyebrows while pretending to continued writing. "The Baroness?" Vala asked.

The Steward paused and looked up with a shrewd smile, "Yes, she had asked about your progress personally last night. I had told her that you were doing very well. She seemed pleased and said she looked forward to meeting you at the Banquet." The Steward raised one eyebrow, "Quite an honor really for one such as yourself to be noticed by a great lady."

Vala wondered secretly why the Baroness would even care about her but aloud she said with a curtsey, "Yes, my Lady, I am honored."

The Steward looked her over for an uncomfortably long moment before that shrewd smile played again at the corners of her mouth. "Yes, I suspect you are..." she said almost to herself. Then louder she said, "Well, enough of that, off to your duties." And with that she picked up her quill and appeared to dismiss Vala from her mind completely.

Vala quietly exited the Stewards chambers and made her way down to the servant's levels of the keep as her mind chewed over the events of the last few minutes. She hadn't pulled any real meaning from the Stewards words and reactions by the time she met with the laundress she had pushed the thoughts from her mind till later.

* * *

Vala settled heavily onto the couch in her chambers and warmed her sore feet by the fire that was already burning in the hearth. She had to admit to herself that after a life of doing everything for herself and others, having someone to wait on her was an agreeable change. She never would have imagined that something so simple as having another person start a fire for her before she got to her room could be so pleasant.

After some time there was a soft knock at the door. Vala straightened a bit and said, "Come in."

The door creaked slightly as it opened and Branwen entered carrying a bucket of water. She smiled pleasantly. "Good evening milady. I thought you would like to clean up a bit before bed. I suspect you had a busy day."

"Yes, that's a wonderful idea Branwen." Vala said with a smile. She stood and headed for her bedchamber, Branwen followed.

Once she was in the chamber Vala started trying to remove her gown. Branwen saw this and said, "Oh, please let me help you milady." Shortly, Vala was standing in the chamber dressed only in her small clothes. She was thankful that the fire in the hearth was burning well warding off the chill autumn air.

With one eye on Branwen who was busy across the room turning down the bed Vala smiled to herself and began pulling off the last of her clothing. By the time Branwen turned back around Vala was completely nude and starting to wash herself down with a damp towel.

"Oh! I'm sorry milady, I didn't mean... ah... I'll be out..." She stammered upon seeing Vala's nude body. Her face heated to a brilliant red and she made for the door back to the main chamber.

"No, it's alright Branwen." Vala said smoothly. "In fact could you come here for a moment, I can't seem to reach my back very well." She turned to Branwen and held the scrub cloth out to her.

Branwen stood paralyzed, her eyes locked on Vala's naked form. After a moment her mouth opened as if she was about to say something but no words came. Still she didn't move.

"It's alright Branwen," Vala said in a sugary voice that was now no stranger to her. "We're both women, there's nothing here that you haven't seen before, is there?"

"I... uh... no. No I... I suppose..." Branwen stammered, her eyes still locked on Vala's naked body. Finally she seemed to get a hold of herself and she looked up as if startled out of a dream. "But I should step out while you bathe..."

"Come over here and help me Branwen." Vala's voice was still smooth but now carried a bit of an edge to it and it caused Branwen to freeze.

"Ye...yes my... milady." Branwen said haltingly as she came over to Vala's side. Taking the damp towel she waited till Vala turned away then slowly started to scrub down Vala's back was it? 

Vala was also beginning to discover with no small amount of concern how much she really liked the feeling that being so completely in control of another person gave her. She was finding that the more she pushed a woman the more she liked it. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she wondered just how far and how fast she could push the young maid. No, not too fast, she corrected herself. After all, the seduction was half the fun. She grinned wickedly. 

"Lower Branwen." Vala said in her silken voice, lacing the words with her will. 

Branwen didn't pause. She dunked the towel into the bucket again and resumed the rubdown lower this time.

Vala's smile widened as she felt Branwen's strong hands caressing her backside. She even imagined that the red haired girl was lingering a bit at the tops of her thighs. Trying to make it seem as if she were only shifting her weight slightly, Vala spread her legs a bit and waited patiently as Branwen continued washing her up. "That's wonderful Branwen."

"Yes milady." Branwen said in a breathy whisper.

Vala smiled and started to say something but her next words were cut off by a startling jolt from her sex as she felt Branwen push the towel between her thighs. The intimate contact almost made her moan but she restrained her reaction. Her skin prickled and a shiver that was only partly due to the chill of the air rippled through her.

Branwen continued to work her way down the back of Vala's legs until she got to her ankles. As she turned to dunk the towel into the water bucket Vala spun around to face the young woman. Branwen's eyes widened when she turned back and saw Vala was now facing her. The light outside the windows was now mostly gone and the only illumination came from the flickering fire in the hearth. Vala could see confusion mixed with passion in Branwen's green eyes. She let the look linger there for several seconds before raising her eyebrows and asking, "Something wrong Branwen?"

Branwen jerked back as if startled out of a dream. "What?" She looked Vala in the eyes then blushed furiously. "I... ah, no milady." She hurriedly plunged the towel back into the bucket and splashed water onto herself and the floor.

With a little cluck of her tongue Vala said, "You've gotten your dress wet. Here let me help you with it." She came up behind Branwen who was standing as if frozen, staring down into the water bucket in confusion.

"No..." The girl whispered.

Ignoring her, Vala started unfastening the small wooden buttons that ran down the back of Branwen's dress. When she had finished she slowly pushed the dress off one shoulder, then the other. The coarse dress fell down a little to hang loosely across the tops of Branwen's breasts.

"No..." Branwen whispered again.

Vala noted with satisfaction that Branwen's meager protest came in a rich, throaty voice and that the girl had made no move to stop her in the slightest. She reached around and with a gentle pull, slid the dress over Branwen's breasts. The dress didn't fall completely because Branwen was still gripping the towel in the bucket, but it did slip down to about her waist, exposing the tops of her petticoats.

Ever so slowly, Vala brought her hands up and started to gently knead the tight muscles of Branwen's shoulders. At the first contact the girl shivered but after a few seconds she stopped and just stood there stone still.

After several minutes Vala became bolder and started letting her hands roam farther afield. With her fingers she traced the bumps of Branwen's spine down to the small of her back. From there she worked around to the girls sides, then down a little more to the flare of her hips. With fingers that trembled with anticipation, she pushed Branwen's petticoats down a little and worked the tender skin under them. After a few minutes, she pushed the petticoats down further still, exposing more of the girl's luscious curves.

"Milady... please... I can't..." Branwen whispered. But even as she spoke, her hands fell from the bucket allowing her dress to slide the rest of the way down and pool at her feet.

Continuing to slowly work her fingers into Branwen's hips, Vala studied the slim girl in the flickering firelight. Her skin was smooth and very pale. Over much of her back and arms was a smattering of freckles that seemed to increase up to her shoulders which were heavily covered. Looking down Vala wondered wickedly if there were any freckles on the girl's backside. She decided there was only one way to find out...

Branwen gasped in surprise as Vala smoothly slid her petticoats down in one quick movement then came back and ran her hands over the girls now fully exposed body. "Nooo..." Branwen moaned.

With delicious languidness, Vala ran her fingernails up Branwen's spine and over her shoulders. She grabbed the smaller woman tightly and pulled her close till their bodies touched. Vala almost moaned at the feel of her breasts pressed into Branwen's firm body but contained herself for a few moments more. Pressing in close she whispered in Branwen's ear, "If you really want me to stop, I will." Then she pressed her lips to the side of Branwen's neck and gave her a long, sucking kiss. She moved up and started worrying on the girls earlobe as one hand moved to her flat belly, pulling them tighter together.

"Milady... Vala..." Branwen whimpered. "Please..."

Vala moved her other hand from Branwen's shoulder down to cup the red haired girl's breast. Giving the firm mound a squeeze she whispered in her ear, "Please what?" As she spoke she gripped the girl's small nipple with her fingers, giving it a rolling twist.

A gasp of surprise escaped Branwen's lips but it quickly turned into a little hissing sigh as she breathed out through clenched teeth. As Vala continued to tease the sensitive little nub Branwen shuddered. "Nooo..." She moaned again.

Vala licked her ear then said, "But doesn't if feel so good Branwen? Doesn't it feel so right?" As she spoke her other hand trailed down Branwen's stomach till she was just touching the tuft of red hair nestled between her thighs. With a fingertip she traced around the edges of the course red hair. "Don't you want to see just how good I can make you feel? How good we can make each other feel?" She gave her nipple another twist, eliciting another moan from Branwen. Vala relished in her feeling of mastery over the beautiful young woman. She felt the excitement as a tightness in her core which was increasing with every passing second. She somehow knew that whatever power her voice now held was total. As her Mistrees had said, there was no way for any woman to resist her commands. Vala wondered just how far the control could go. How far could she take Branwen and how quickly? What could she get from the girl? Her lips twisted into a predatory little grin as one thought slipped to the forefront of her mind... everything.




Forever Again Ch. 05



"Milady, I can't..." Branwen started but her words broke off as Vala traced her finger over the crease between Branwen's legs, making her gasp.

"Oh, I think you can my dear, in fact I'm very sure you can." Vala cooed in her ear even as she slid one finger easily into Branwen's wet sex. The effect was instant. The young chambermaid's eyes snapped open wide before rolling back as she gave a low, soft moan. She sagged back into Vala's arms and her knees parted slightly, giving Vala easier access. "This is what you want, Branwen." She pushed her finger deeper making Branwen moan again. "You want me to please you." Vala purred sweetly in her ear.

Branwen moaned incoherently, "Meee...?"

"Yes Branwen." She said slowly, letting the thick words seep into the girls very being. "But most importantly, you want to please me Branwen. That's what you really want Branwen, that's what makes you happy... pleasing me."

Branwen's head rolled back and she gave a long, low sound from deep in the back of her throat. "Milady..." she moaned. 

"You will willingly give yourself to me Branwen." Vala whispered right in her ear. "Your body, your heart and your soul. You will give yourself to me completely. Give yourself to me Branwen, give yourself to your new Mistress." 

"My Mistress..." Branwen said in a voice almost too soft to hear.

Vala's smile was wicked. "Say it."

"Mistress..." Branwen moaned. 

Vala pushed upward into Branwen and hooked her finger slightly, holding the girl by her sex. "Say it." Vala hissed into her ear. "Say that your body, your heart and your soul belong to me." 

In a throaty voice filled with passion Branwen said, "I'm yours my Mistress. My... my body, my heart and my..." she moaned loudly then collected herself, "...my soul are... are... yours." Just as she finished speaking a spasm shook her body as she had a long, powerful climax. She cried out something but her words were unintelligible, mixed in as they were with her cries of ecstasy.

Vala watched enraptured with Branwen's display but even more so with the feeling of complete mastery that she seemingly now held over the girl. Vala wasn't sure where the compulsion to make Branwen say those words had come from but once she had started speaking it seemed perfectly right. Like it was something she should have done long ago, something she should have thought of while with Rae or Inga or Else. The thought of holding all of their souls in her grasp gave Vala a surge of euphoria that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Look into my eyes Branwen." She hissed fiercely. When the girl's brilliant green eyes locked on hers Vala had to hold back a moan at the look of unrestrained passion she saw burning in those clear emerald pools. "You love me Branwen. You love me wholly and completely without any reservation. You are completely devoted to me and making me happy from now on." 

"Mistress." She whispered reverently. 

Feeling the heat in her core, Vala decided it was time for a release. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Vala gently but firmly she pushed Branwen to her knees in front of her. Taking hold of the girl's thick red hair she tipped her head up and made her look into her eyes. Vala spread her legs slightly and licked her lips. "Branwen, do you love me?"

Branwen looked up at her with wide, brilliant green eyes full of devotion. "Yes Mistress." 

Vala shuddered with euphoria at the complete submission in Branwen's voice. "Then show it by pleasing me." She said huskily as she guided the young redheads face to her needy sex.

Vala jerked involuntarily at the first contact of Branwen's tongue. It was as if an electric shock had run straight from her sex to her brain. Biting her lower lip to control her noises, Vala's eyes slid closed and her head rolled back as she let Branwen have her first taste of another woman.

Inexperienced, Branwen's first attempts at pleasing Vala were clumsy and awkward. But after a few minutes she figured out what worked by listening to the tone of Vala's vocal appreciation. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper into Vala's sex, testing out every part she could reach, eager to please her new Mistress.

Feeling her peak coming, Vala gripped Branwen's hair tighter and forced the girl to look up into her eyes again. It was awkward for Branwen to do and keep her tongue in Vala's sex but somehow she managed it. The look of open submission in Branwen's eyes was too much for Vala and with a cry she came. Burning ecstasy flooded her mind and poured down into her body, soaking her very soul with a feeling of complete bliss. Her body shook with each contraction of her sex around Branwen's tongue and she felt her wetness flowing into the girl's eager mouth. She looked down and saw Branwen was still gazing up at her with eyes full of love and also something more... naked, unbridled lust.

Vala's sex gave sharp contraction forcing a cry from the back of her throat. Another powerful spasm shook her then another finally until it was too much. She fell backward with a long, throaty sigh of complete satisfaction as the fire of multiple climaxes faded to a warm glow that enveloped her completely. 

Vala closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was just about to say something to Branwen when she felt the girl's hair tickle the inside of her thighs. Before she could make a move, Branwen had her head back between her thighs and was once again working her tongue into Vala's torrid sex. The touch was even more blissful than before now that Branwen had better access afforded by Vala's prostrate position. She slid her tongue in deeper twirled it around in a move that made Vala moan. "Branwennn..."

By way of answer Branwen wrapped her lips around Vala's clitoris and sucked gently on the sensitive little nub.

Vala let out a long groan of delight as her hips lifted up, arching her back. "Yesss..." she hissed. She thought distantly that Branwen was apparently a fast learner. 

Branwen's hands cupped Vala's bottom and pulled her face even tighter into Vala's sex. After afew minutes she shifted position and tip of her tongue started circling her clit with a slow, steady cadence.

The contact of the tongue directly on her sensitive center was too much for Vala and with a grunt she climaxed again. Her hips thrust up even higher in a quick jerk that pushed hard against Branwen's mouth. The sharp contact gave Vala even more pleasure and she cried out incoherently as her world dropped into a sweltering sea of rapture. The room dissolved around Vala and her ears sang with the blood pounding through her veins. Her back arched more as her body tried to increase the sensations by pushing even harder against Branwen's beautiful face.

Distantly Vala felt something that was left lying on the bed digging painfully into her shoulders. She felt Branwen's sharp fingernails digging deep into her backside as the young redhead tried to maintain her hold. Distant sparks of pain in a hurricane of bliss. But somehow those bits of pain only seemed to make the rapture more intense, more all consuming.

Vala felt another contraction building and sucked in a ragged breath. Unable to even cry out, Vala bucked and shook with the sensations flowing through her. She felt wetness flow from her sex and down her backside. She felt Branwen's tongue eagerly licking up every drop, drinking her in. Another climax began deep in Vala's sex but before she could cry out darkness claimed her.

* * *

The feel of fingers gently running through her hair brought Vala slowly, luxuriously back to consciousness. With a smile she indulged in a long, decadent stretch before opening her eyes. She looked up to see Branwen's wide green eyes gazing down at her.  

"Is everything alright Mistress?" Branwen asked.

Giving a contented sigh Vala said softly, "Yes Branwen. Everything is wonderful."

Branwen's breath seemed to catch in her throat a little at Vala's words. After a second she said, "And was that experience pleasant for you? Did I please you?" 

"Oh yes Branwen. That was absolutely magnificent. You pleased me greatly."

As Vala watched, Branwen's eyes slid closed. Her shoulders hunched slightly as she gave a small convulsive shudder, followed by another, then another all accompanied by small, hissing inhalations of breath. Vala cocked an eyebrow as she looked at the young girl. "Branwen, what was that?" She looked at the girl closely, saw the lust in her eyes, "Did you just...?" She let the statement hang.

After a few more seconds Branwen seemed to collect herself and with a deep breath opened her eyes. "Yes Mistress." Her cheeks blushed and she looked down. After a few seconds she said quietly. "I just went into rapture."

"Why?"

Branwen seemed confused. "Why?" She resumed running her hands through Vala's hair. "I... I don't really know. I just..." she paused, thinking. "When you said I pleased you greatly it just made me so happy, so overjoyed knowing that I made you feel good that I..." her face flushed an even deeper scarlet, "I... it..." she shivered and said in a small shy voice, "it made me climax."

Vala stared at her unbelieving, "Just because I said it was good?"

"Because I knew I pleased you Mistress."

Vala couldn't help but smile at the look of complete submission in Branwen's wide green eyes. "Do you love me that much Branwen?"

"Yes Mistress."

Shifting slightly, Vala pulled Branwen closer. "Let's go to sleep."

*****



Forever Again Ch. 06



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, incest between twin sisters, vampirism and mind control. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the sixth installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this story may not be to your liking. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you will enjoy my words.

~CD

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"Are all the preparations in order for the banquet?" The Steward asked.

Vala nodded, "Yes my Lady I believe that they are." She proceeded to run down the list of preparations that she had made over the last week. When she finished she looked at the Steward for comment. For several long seconds the Steward only stared at her. Her long delicate fingers interlaced on her desktop. As she flexed her fingers slightly the huge emerald ring on her finger caught the sunlight and sent green sparkles around the room, dazzling Vala's eyes. After several more seconds Vala started to get distinctly uncomfortable and wondered if she had made some mistake. She started to run over her preparations in her mind but was interrupted in her thoughts.

"It seems that Miss Bernadette was right about you after all." The Steward finally said with a faint smile. "You have done well Vala Strauss. Remarkably well in fact. I'll be sure to let the Lady know about what a good job you've done when I meet with her in a few hours." The Steward reached over and picked up her quill. "Now, if you would, could you please go down to the kitchens and check with the head cook. He was complaining about the cooper again. Something about leaking barrels or some such nonsense. I'm honestly so tired of both of them and their never ending prattle that I'm about to stuff them both into a leaking barrel and drop them into the river."

Vala sat quietly and managed to suppress a slight smirk at the Steward's frustration with the two men. Their constant bickering was a source of endless amusement and gossip among the staff.

The Steward looked up and saw Vala's ill hidden mirth and gave her own wry smile. "Don't you laugh or I'll make you carry the barrel down to the river." She glanced down at the pile of papers before her and sighed. "Or perhaps I'll make them sit at this desk for a while and review all of this mess." She waved a hand negligently over the mass of papers. That would be punishment enough for anything I suppose."

Vala sat respectfully and waited.

The Steward seemed to grimace slightly then looked up to Vala. "Oh that's enough grousing from me. You have duties to attend to, go on."

With a curtsey, Vala walked out of the room and into the hall. Several minutes of walking and a lot of stairs later Vala entered the kitchen.

Her meeting with the head cook and the wine steward took only a short time and Vala was soon on her way out of the kitchen. As she was walking out she passed by Greta and was again struck by how alike she was to Branwen. She found herself saying hello just to hear Greta speak.

"Good morning milady." The redhead replied. Vala marveled as she walked on, even the voice was the same.

Vala's thoughts returned to her duties for the day but as she mounted the second flight of stairs an idea formed in the back of her mind. She didn't give the notion much thought but as the day progressed the thought occasionally pushed its way back to the front and she chewed on it for a while before going back to her duties. By the time the sun was touching the western a horizon tight, the idea had formed into a plan. If anyone had seen Vala at that moment they would have wondered why a mischievous, almost malicious looking smile was spreading on her lips.

* * *

Vala's chambers were immaculately cleaned and organized when she opened the door and walked in. The floor was clean swept, the furniture straightened and clean, the curtains pulled closed with every crease and fold seemingly just so. Even the desk was organized and with a piece of parchment laid out and ready to use with a quill and ink bottle. There wasn't a single item out of place or a speck of dust visible anywhere. Even the fire wood next to the hearth was neatly stacked. Vala thought that having her chambermaid for a lover apparently had other advantages as well.

Vala gave a small start as Branwen emerged from the bedchamber carrying a broom. She had thought the rooms were empty.

Branwen apparently didn't expect to see anyone else either because she gave a small squeak of surprise and dropped the broom. "Mistress! I'm sorry, you startled me." 

"That's quite alright Branwen. You startled me as well." Vala said as she walked over to the maroon velvet sofa and sat down. She patted the cushion next to her in indication. Branwen came over immediately and sat down. Vala gripped her by the shoulders and started kneading her thumbs into the stiff muscles with a steady rhythm.

Branwen groaned in appreciation. "Mmm..."

After a few minutes Vala leaned in close to Branwen's ear. Vala had to resist the urge to start nibbling on her neck immediately. First things first she thought. "I have a job for you my dear." Vala cooed. "Something I want you to do for me."

"Anything for you Mistress." Branwen said dreamily.

"Good. First I want you to..." Vala whispered Branwen's instructions.

"Yes Mistress." Branwen said obediently.

Now to see how far she can be pushed, Vala thought. Putting all her will into the words, Vala gave Branwen her next set of instruction. As she spoke she could feel Branwen's shoulders tighten.

"But Mistress..." Branwen hedged.

Vala had expected some resistance and was ready for it. She shifted her hands from Branwen's shoulders and cupped her firm young breasts. Giving them a squeeze she said "But it will make me happy Branwen. Very, very happy."

Branwen shuddered, "Mistress...I... "

Vala found Branwen's stiff nipples through the course fabric of her uniform and gave them a pinch. She leaned in so that her lips brushed Branwen's ear. When she spoke, her words were thick and sweet as honey. "It will make me so happy. It will give me great pleasure."

With a moan Branwen's resistance collapsed "Yes Mistress. Anything for youuu..." Her words turned to a moan as she sagged back against her Mistress. She whispered, "Anything." 

A little hiss of anticipation escaped Vala's lips as she gave a long sucking kiss to the nape of her lover's neck. After a minute she said, "That makes me so, so happy Branwen. It makes me feel so wonderful." She licked Branwen's ear and lowered her whisper even more, "When you obey my wishes it makes me feel like that Branwen."

Her words had the desired effect. Just like the previous night, hearing that she had pleased Vala greatly sent Branwen over the edge into rapture without Vala even really having to touch her.

Branwen's tight young body bucked back against Vala as the climax rolled though her. Short little barking grunts filled the rooms as the petite redheaded chambermaid jerked with the paroxysms. Vala savored the look of ecstasy on her young lovers beautiful face. It was the delicious look of blissful agony. 

After a time Branwen calmed down and sagged against Vala. She lay there for a while, breathing heavily and twitching every now and then. Finally she said shakily, "I'm sorry Mistress... I didn't mean to go before you..."

Vala shushed her. "Nonsense, I love watching you." She turned Branwen's face to hers. "It's beautiful." She kissed her gently. "You're beautiful."

Branwen moaned into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss Vala sat up. "But now you have a job to do."

Branwen shuddered and suppressed another moan, "Yes Mistress."

* * *

Darkness filled the sky outside the small window of the sitting room when a soft knock sounded at the door.

Vala was seated at her desk making several notes of items that were yet to be done for the banquet. Thankfully she thought, the list was now quite short.

Branwen pulled the door inward and said "Please come in."

Vala turned to see Greta walk in carrying a tray of bread and a stoneware bowl of soup. She caught the small smile that Greta had given her sister as their eyes met for an instant. It was a smile of friendship, sisterhood and family. Of love. 

"Oh, thank you Greta." Val said. "I'm sorry to bring you all the way up here at this hour. I'm afraid my duties kept me occupied all day and I never got a chance to eat." She stood and pointed at the table. "You can just place it there on the table." As Greta turned and placed the tray on the table Vala strode over closer to her. She took a moment to study the girl again. "Remarkable." She said.

"Milady?" Greta asked, turning around and seeing Vala staring at her.

"Branwen, stand next to your sister." Vala said. Branwen complied.

"You look exactly alike." Vala said in wonder that was only partially feigned. She stepped closer and inspected the two sisters looking at one then the other and back again. "But I think Branwen has more freckles." She looked back again, "And perhaps Greta..." she paused, "Perhaps you hair is a bit darker." Vala stepped in front of Greta and smiled warmly. "But you're both quite beautiful young women. Don't you think Greta?"

Greta's eyes darted from Vala then to her sister for a moment and back. "Um... I ... suppose..." She started.

Vala looked directly into Greta's eyes and said slowly, thickly, "Your sister is very beautiful, just like you Greta, don't you think?"

"I... I think I should g... go milady..." Greta stammered nervously.

"Look at her." Vala said, her voice was now thick and laced with power.

With jerky, hesitating movements, Greta turned and looked.

"Your sister is so beautiful." Vala's enchanted voice flowed sweetly through Greta's mind, soaking into her soul.

Greta's eyes lost their focus. "I... she..."

"You think your sister is very beautiful Greta." Vala said hypnotically. "You love your sister very much. Don't you?"

"Yes milady." Greta said slowly, her eyes locked on Branwen who was looking back at her lovingly.

Vala came up directly behind Greta and whispered in her ear. "Your sister is very beautiful Greta and you love her very much. Tell her how much you love her."

Greta whispered, "I love you Branwen."

"Tell her how beautiful she is."

"You... you're very beautiful Branwen." 

"Good." Vala cooed in her ear. "Telling your sister she is beautiful makes her happy, doesn't it Branwen?"

Branwen smiled dreamily, "Yes milady. It's wonderful."

"You like making your sister happy, don't you Greta?" 

"Yes." Greta said faintly. 

Vala leaned in and whispered deep into Greta's ear. "You love making your sister happy Greta. Making her happy makes you happy. The better you make her feel, the better you feel. Isn't that right Greta?" Vala's words flowed through Greta's head, seeping into every corner of her mind.

"Yes milady." She whispered, her voice a little breathier than the last time. 

"Say it again to your sister."

"You're so beautiful Branwen. I love you." Greta said softly.

Smiling, Vala said, "Good, now Branwen, you tell Greta." 

With eyes shining, Branwen said, "I love you Greta. I love you so much."

Imagining her word seeping into Greta's mind, Vala said, "Your sister loves you too Greta, and she is so beautiful." Vala looked to Branwen. "Branwen, why don't you show your sister how beautiful you really are."

Wordlessly Branwen reached around her back and unfastened her apron, letting it fall to the floor. She then unbuttoned her uniform and let it slip to her feet as well. As Vala had instructed her she wasn't wearing anything under it. She now stood completely nude before her twin sister. The fire and the single lamp casting flickering shadows across her firm young body.

Greta's eyes widened in surprise and shock which brought her partially out of the enchantment that Vala was weaving inside her mind. . "Branwen! I... no... I have to... " She stammered and tensed to leave.

Vala gripped Greta by the shoulders and whispered into her ear, putting all the force of her will into the words, "Your sister is breathtakingly beautiful. You've secretly always wanted to see your sister like this. You've secretly always hoped you would get the chance to show your sister just how much you love her."

Greta trembled as her mind fought against Vala's control, "Branwen..." she whimpered. "No..."

Vala licked Greta's ear and kept talking, letting the silken words flow into her young mind, knowing it was only a matter of time until the servant girl's resistance collapsed completely making her a slave of Vala's will. Just the thought of Greta on her knees beside her sister sent a hot gush of euphoria burning through Vala's veins and she had to struggle mightily with herself not to moan aloud. Regaining control of herself, Vala whispered hotly, "You want to show her how much you love her and let her show you her love in return."

"Branwen... I... I... love you." Greta said as she trembled.

Vala gave Branwen a look.

With a seductive smile the beautiful redhead took a step forward and wrapped her arms lovingly around her twin. Leaning in, Branwen kissed Greta tentatively on the cheek. Then a little more firmly. Moving to her lips she gave a small peck, then a longer kiss, then finally a long very unsisterly kiss.

At first Greta only stood motionless, frozen into immobility by a hurricane of conflicting emotions and thoughts that whirled about in her head. But after a few long moments she rolled her head slightly, then a bit more. Finally her eyes slid closed and she started to return her sister's kiss. They kissed for several minutes, their movements gradually becoming more passionate as Greta's body responded, breaking down her resolve even further. Branwen broke the kiss and moved her lips down her sister's neck, across the hollow of her throat and back up the other side to her ear. When Branwen gave a nibble to her sensitive earlobe, Greta gave a small sigh of pleasure and reached up to run her hand through Branwen's thick red hair.

"That feels wonderful Greta. You love how your sister makes you feel." Vala said coming in close behind her again. She leaned in so close to Greta's ear that she was sharing Branwen's breath. She couldn't resist giving the redheaded chambermaid a kiss so she gave Branwen a lick on the lips letting her know what she wanted. Branwen instantly complied, eager to please her Mistress. She moved her lips to Vala's, letting her Mistress kiss her while Greta panted between them. Pulling away after a few heartbeats Vala cooed in Greta's ear again. "Greta do you love your sister?"

"Yesss..." she hissed.

"Do you want your sister to make you feel even better?"

"Yesss..."

Vala caught Branwen's eye and gave her a meaningful look. Branwen shivered, whether in anticipation or nervousness Vala couldn't be sure. But obediently her hands came up and started unfastening the buttons of her sister's uniform.

The movement brought Greta back to her senses again, "Branwen... no..." She turned her head, her face blushing a furious red. 

Ignoring Greta's increasingly feeble protests, Branwen popped the last button and pulled her sisters dress partly down, exposing her shoulders and breasts.

Greta shivered, "No..." she breathed but made no move to stop her sister. In fact she continued to run her hands through Branwen's hair. "No... please... no..."

Branwen, ignoring her sister's objections, brazenly spun her around so that Greta's back was to her. She grabbed Greta by the breasts and pulled her in so that Branwen's breasts were crushed into her sister's back. Greta moaned out loud when her sister's hands found her stiff nipples. 

"Branwweeennn..." she moaned. 

Fire burned through Vala's veins as she watched the lewd display before her. The look of lust that now burned hot in Branwen's eyes. The look of confused passion in Greta's. The love in both of them. Vala wanted them both desperately. Slipping her thumbs under the fabric, Vala pulled Greta's dress the rest of the way down then yanked down her small cloths as well. Stepping in close the trailed her fingers teasingly down Greta's smooth stomach. She said in a husky voice. "Greta, the only thing you love more than your sister, is me, your Mistress."

"I... I... no..." Greta still protested weakly between her panting moans.

Vala ran her fingers through the small tuft of curly red hair that covered her mount. "You love me Greta."

"I... love... no..."

Vala slipped one finger, along the outer lips of Greta's wet sex enjoying the little whimper the girl made. "You love me deeply Greta. You want to make me happy. You want to serve me Greta." She lowered her voice further, concentrating, putting all her will into sinking her words into Greta's soul. "You love me Greta. Say it." She commanded as she pushed a finger inside Greta. 

The redhead cried out at the intimate invasion but still made no move to stop Vala. "I...I... " she whimpered between moans.

Sliding her finger in and out several times Vala enjoyed way the wet sounds mingled with Greta's whimpering moans. "You love me Greta." Vala said sweetly.

"I... love... you..."

"You love your Mistress." Even with her clothes still on Vala could feel her excitement building rapidly. She had never before dreamed that controlling someone's mind and body so completely could be so exciting for her but it was. What she had done with Else, Inga and Rae had been exciting but she hadn't really known how or even what she was really doing. Now she knew she understood what she could do. She still didn't understand how it worked, but she knew it did. Taking Branwen had been a thrill for her but that seduction had started days, weeks ago even if it had been interrupted for a while. But this, taking Greta in just a span of minutes? This was... ecstasy. Vala's control of Greta was complete but she wanted more. She needed more. Just like with Branwen, she needed her completely.

Greta shivered and bucked as Branwen bent down and started to lick her sister's nipples. 

She needed Greta completely. Kissing Greta on the lips she said, mimicking the words she had made Branwen recite, "Your body, mind and soul are mine." Her words driven by her rising need started to take on an edge. "Say it." she hissed, "Say it."

"My body, mind and my soul... are... are yours... Mistress." Greta gasped.

An incredible thrill ran through Vala at the words and she felt close to a climax even without being touched such was her arousal. "Say it again. Say it for me." She squeezed her legs together and looked straight into Greta's eyes. "Say it." She hissed. 

Greta's green eyes dilated wide, the green irises disappearing almost completely as the last ragged scraps of her resistance fell away in the face of Vala's irresistible will. Greta's mind finally opened completely and she fell willingly into Vala's command. "My body, my mind and my soul are yours, my Mistress." She whispered. 

At Greta's complete surrender, a stunning climax finally ripped through Vala. She planted a hard, desperate, savage kiss on Greta's lips as rapture surged through her being. Her center contracted in an agonizingly intense orgasm as the world around her faded off to nothing. Virtually the only things Vala was conscious of was the feel of Greta's lips, the sound of Branwen's moaning and the passion in her veins.

Only vaguely did she hear the ripping pop of her dress as Greta and Branwen tore it off her, sending dozens of tiny buttons scattering around the room. She barely felt the painful impact of the floor as the three of them collapsed to a heap in front of the fire.

Vala's whole world for the remainder of that night was nothing but an unending tide of pure ecstasy. Even years later Vala could never get the events of the evening straight in her mind. It all had blended together into one seemingly endless night of sapphic lust and debauchery. Only vague disconnected images came back to when she tried to recall. Lying back against the couch while the two sister each suckled one of her breasts while one of them had their fingers deep in her sex. Having both sister down on their knees in front of her, side by side, their hips touching while she pushed two fingers into each of them, enjoying their twin moans. Sitting in the chair masturbating while watching the two sisters wrapped in a passionate embrace devouring each other's sex. Lying on her back as one sister ground her sex into Vala's while the other sister sat on her face. And through all of it the moans and cries of passion and the thick smell of lust.




Forever Again Ch. 06



* * *

It was sometime in the depths of the night when Vala awoke. The room was dark and cold, the fire having burned down to glowing embers. She could see in what little moonlight came in through the small window the curly red hair of the twins as they lay curled up one on either side of her. One, she couldn't tell them apart in the darkness, had her head on Vala's shoulder and the other on her stomach. Carefully, so as not to wake them, she wriggled out from under the twins and covered them both with blankets. She added a few logs to the fire and then went out into the sitting room, added wood to that fire as well then sat on the couch with a blanket and watched the growing flames.

The dark still of the night is always when thoughts become most clear in the mind, or at least appear to at the time and Vala's thoughts now were deeply troubled. What in the world was happening to her, she wondered. She had taken over the minds of those two women as surely as the sun would rise. But how? Why? She asked herself these questions but in truth, a truth she wasn't sure she wanted to admit to herself, she already knew the answers, or at least some of the answer, the dreams. The dreams and her Mistress.

Yes, she knew the why, but not the how. How could she do these things? What had given her this power to control minds simply by speaking her will? Vala shivered but it had nothing to do with the chill in the air. She again thought, as she had many times before since this power started to show, that perhaps someone else was controlling her just as she was controlling those girls in the next room.

'Someone', she sniffed. Not 'someone', her Mistress. That nameless woman who came to her only in her dreams. Was she even real or just a figment of Vala's mind? Vala wasn't sure. Vala wondered not for the first time if she wasn't quietly going mad.

In the darkness of the night it all seemed so ridiculous. A beautiful woman that came to her only in her dreams and compelled her to seduce other women. And somehow this woman had given her an irresistible, honey coated voice to make those seductions possible? She must be mad.

Silently she stood and with the blanket wrapped tightly about her she padded back to the door of the bedchamber and cracked it open just enough to peek in. The fire was burning higher now and Vala could see the two sisters still sleeping peacefully. One of them had moved and they now lay curled together, one laying her head on the other's breast.

No, apparently she wasn't completely mad because it was actually happening. Those two beautifully young women were now hers to do with as she pleased. Somehow it was all real... somehow... somehow.

A pop for the fireplace startled Vala and she jumped, her movement making the door squeak. One of the twins stirred. Vala carefully closed the door and returned to the couch.

"I must be mad." Vala said to no one.

"No, you're not mad." Said a quiet, feminine voice from behind her.

Vala jumped up in fright, the blanket falling to the floor leaving her naked. "Who's there?!" she said not seeing anyone. "Show yourself!"

In the far corner of the room by the window a shadow seemed to detach itself from the wall and move towards her. "You're not mad my Valamera." Said the voice again.

With a gasp Vala recognized the voice. The recognition sent a thrill of fright as well as excitement coursing through her like electricity. "Mistress?"

The shadow moved closer, into the firelight. To Vala's startled mind it seemed as if the shadow was actually transforming before her eyes but she thought it must be a trick of the darkness and flickering light of the fire. As the shadow reached the side of the couch Vala could clearly see the familiar form she knew so well but had never actually seen with her waking eyes. It was the woman from her dreams, her Mistress.

"Yes my Valamera, it is me. I've finally come to you."

A violent trembling began to overtake Vala and she couldn't speak. "W... w... wh..." She stammered.

The woman stood before Vala and smiled warmly at her.

Looking into the woman's eyes, everything around Vala faded from view as she fell helplessly into their hypnotic depths. The only thing she could see was her Mistress. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Her pale grey eyes were a perfect match for a pale, smooth skin. The paleness of her eyes and skin was only accentuated by her pitch black hair and luscious red lips. She was the most beautiful woman that Vala had ever seen. She was even more beautiful in person than Vala had imagined in her dreams. Vala's heart swelled with a feeling of profound longing and love. "You..." Vala whispered.

"Yes?" The woman asked, her voice as smooth as oil on glass.

A thrill raced up Vala's spine as recognized that voice. Not just the voice but the quality of the voice. It was that same one that she used on the twins, and Rae, Inga and Else. That distant part of her mind realized that she was right to think it was being used on her as well but she felt, no she knew that she was powerless against it. And in truth she wasn't sure she wanted to resist. 

Somewhere deep in the back of Vala's consciousness a single musical chord was struck. A single note singing softly in her mind, its tone soft and delicate but it rang true, resonating deep within her soul. Vala knew she had heard that chord before but its memory slipped elusively away from her. 

"Who are you?" Vala found her voice at last. It sounded very small to her own ears. 

The woman laughed demurely. The sound was like music to Vala's ears. "You will find out very soon my Valamera... soon. But not quite yet." She raised a hand and gently stroked Vala's cheek.

At the touch Vala moaned with pleasure. The contact was the purest of bliss. If Vala had been struck down at that moment she would have died the happiest woman in existence. The note in her mind sang louder. 

"It has been so long Valamera. So very long. But now that I have found you again we will be together, forever." She leaned in and gave Vala a tender kiss on the lips.

Tears of joy flooded Vala's eyes and ran freely down her cheek. Her entire body trembled and with a deep longing as she flung her arms around her Mistress, returning the kiss with a desperate abandon. Her Mistress returned the kiss just as passionately. In the back of Vala's mind, the chord that was struck had begun to sing louder, its musical tone was both beautiful and powerful, its sound filling her heart with profound joy. It was a chord of familiarity, of experience, of knowing... she had done this before. Not the kiss specifically, she had certainly done that with enough other women lately. No, it was the feel of this particular woman, her Mistress, that somewhere deep in her soul, she knew. Tears of bliss burned down Vala's cheeks, this was right, it was meant to be this way, forever. "Mistress." She breathed. At the sound of the word the chord was struck again, louder this time and Vala moaned. 

Finally after what seemed to Vala like far too short a time, her Mistress pulled back. "Soon my Valamera, soon." She said, moving her hand to the back of Vala's neck. Her thumb started to massage the tender spot just in back of Vala's ear, driving another moan from her lips. "Now you must rest." She said silkily as she moved to kiss the side of Vala's neck.

"Mistress..." Vala moaned softly, the tears of joy still flowing freely. 

"Soon" Her Mistress said softly. 

Another long moan of pleasure filled the room as Vala felt her Mistress's lips kissing the tender flesh of her neck. A familiar tightness began building rapidly in her center. Her pulse quickened and her breathing became labored as the feelings built. The chord resonated still louder, its beautiful tone spreading throughout her body even as it threatened to shatter her mind. Her eyes slid closed and the world around her faded. Teeth nipped the tender skin of her neck, gently at first then more insistently. Her moans turned to raged gasping then finally a cry as the tightness in her center gave in to total release. Rapture burned through her veins as she climaxed. At the moment she peaked she felt a sharp stab of pain in her neck. She cried out in surprise at the unexpected pain. But as soon as it had started the pain was gone, replaced with still more pleasure. The resonant chord in her mind was struck again, this time as if by a thunderbolt, her soul sang with the powerful, blissful chord. Her climax soared even higher and she screamed. Vala felt as if her very soul was being pulled out and twisted. On and on it went till Val though her mind would surely break. Nothing in her life had ever felt like this before, none of her previous lovemaking sessions, not even in her dreams had she experienced anything like this. She thought that she must be dying because nothing in life could be like this.

For what seemed like an eternity Vala's erotic torture went on. Feelings she couldn't begin to describe seared her body and mind from the inside out. Her throat was torn ragged from her screaming and her body was limp, powerless in the grip of her Mistress. She began to wonder if she would die here tonight, her life's energies drained from her by the erotic, magical touch of this woman, her Mistress. Still her Mistress held her, lips on her neck and still the note, high and pure, brilliant and clear, sang in her mind filling her soul. 

As Vala's reserves slipped even further away part of her mind wondered if perhaps her Mistress actually was actually draining her life away, drinking in her very soul. She tried to grasp the thought, to move, to think but it was futile. Another spasm gripped her sex and she reveled in it. The darkness was consuming her but still the pleasure went on and on until finally unable to take any more her conscious mind faded out. 

In the silent darkness of Vala's mind, the note sang on. 

* * *

With a gasp Vala sat bolt upright. Sweat coated her nude body and the cold air prickled her skin. She stared wildly around the room, eyes wide with unreasoning panic. Her eyes fell on Branwen and Greta both staring at her nervously.

"Mistress?" One of them, Branwen she thought, asked tentatively.

Vala sucked in several ragged gasps of the cool air and closed her eyes. She opened them and looked around the room again. Gradually she got control of herself. She looked up at the twins and managed a smile. "It's... it's ok. I'm alright. It was just... just a dream."

"Are you sure Mistress?" Branwen tentatively brushed a few strands of hair away from Vala's forehead.

"Yes, I'm ok. It was just a dream." She shook herself. "Just a dream."

She looked at the two young women shivering in the cool morning air. Their slim bodies kindling a fire within her. With an iron will she suppressed the feelings. Both of you go in the other room and get dressed. You have duties to attend to."

"Yes Mistress." They said in unison.

"And Branwen, get me something to wear as well."

With a bow, Branwen said "Of course Mistress."

Once they were in the bedchamber Vala took another long calming breath. A dream. That was it, it must have been a dream. She raised her hand to the side of her neck. Nothing, no bite, no blood, no scar. But did it feel warm? No, she sighed, just a dream.  

But... a distant voice in the back of her mind started to ask. 

No, she insisted firmly, it was a dream. Her hand touched her neck again, it did feel warm and at her touch it tingled. 

Had it? 

No, no, no. A dream! She said to herself again. But it had been so... so... what? Frightening? Beautiful? Erotic? Vala wasn't sure.

Branwen came back in with a long blue velvet gown. Vala pushed thought of the dream from her mind as Branwen helped her get dressed. She had duties to attend to as well. The banquet was tomorrow evening and it wouldn't do to fail in her tasks now.

* * *



Forever Again Ch. 07



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, female masturbation, lactation, vampirism and mind control. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the seventh installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this story may not be to your liking. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you will enjoy my words.

~CD

Chapter Seven

The Mistress

Vala moaned loudly as Inga thrust her pelvis against her. The petite gypsy's sex, slippery with her arousal, glided easily against Vala sending waves of hot pleasure rolling through both of them. They were sex to sex, legs interlaced, both holding themselves up with their hands so they could look into each other's eyes as their passions built. 

The dark haired gypsy girl's dusky skin gleamed with sweat from her exertions and the heat pouring of the blazing fire in the hearth only a few feet away. Through a haze of bliss Vala admired the girl's strong, slender body and pretty face. Vala loved the way Inga's dark complexion contrasted her own pale skin. By the expert was Inga moved her lithe young body, Vala found it amazing to think that only a few short weeks ago the young woman had never had a sexual relationship with anyone. 

"You're such a fast learner." Vala said between moans. ""Before me, you... you were a virgin." 

Inga smiled wickedly without losing her rhythm. "You gave me a reason..." she sucked in a breath and closed her eyes for a moment as she fought to reign in her rising passions, wishing to prolong their pleasure, "... a reason to learn fast." She reached down and caressed one of Vala's breasts for a minute, giving her nipple a tweak. "Now come for me Vala. Please... I want... to watch." 

"Yes, we both want to watch." Said another voice behind Vala, startling her. She thought the two of them were alone. Before she could even turn around she felt strong hand slip around her to fondle her full breasts. 

She turned her head to see Else's mousy brown curls looking down at her from only a handbreadth way. "You're lovely when you're in rapture." Else smirked playfully. Her fingers gripped Vala's nipples and gave them a firm rolling twist that made Vala cry out. Else leaned in and gave Vala a long, sucking kiss on the side of her neck. 

"I want Inga to... to go with... me." Vala panted to them both. 

"Oh no, Vala." Else chided her. "I think you should give Inga and me a show." She sidled around Vala, moving to the side and letting her hand roam over Vala's breasts some more. "Doesn't that sound lovely Inga?" 

Vala let out a little cry of frustration as she felt Inga pull back and sit up. Her need was raging and she was so close to her release. "Don't stop. I need it! I'm... I'm so close." She gasped. 

"She's quite demanding, isn't she?" Else teased as she moved over to Inga, giving her a playful kiss on the neck that quickly turned into a passionate embrace as the petite gypsy moved to return the kiss. 

Vala's need for release was only driven higher by the sight of her lovers locked in a passionate embrace. The slim, dark Inga in stark contrast to the pale, heavily breasted, voluptuous figure of Else. 

Dimly Vala recognized that there was something wrong about what was happening before her eyes. Something about Else and Inga being together didn't seem right somehow but she couldn't seem to put her thoughts together in any kind of order that made sense. Her head was too fogged with lust to concentrate on anything except the heat between her legs. Her hand wandered to her own breast, toying with her nipple and the thought slipped away. 

"Please..." Vala moaned. "I need you."

Inga and Else stopped their kissing and looked over at her, both smiling wickedly. 

"Look how desperate she looks." Inga teased. 

"Perhaps she should just finish herself if she needs it so badly." Else snickered. 

Vala's need was now turning into irritation. She knew how to solve this little teasing game they were playing once and for all. She put all her will into her voice and commanded them. "Come to me." She said, her voice thick with her enchanted power. 

They laughed at her. 

Vala stared, thunderstruck. Why didn't that work? 

"Look at her!" Else laughed. "Poor Vala can't command us anymore. Her magic is gone." 

Gone? Vala thought, panic rising in her chest. Was it really gone?

Inga leaned in close to Vala and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear. "Well, not really gone." She said as if reading Vala's thoughts. "We have your power now." 

A ripple of shock went through Vala. No, it couldn't be. They couldn't just take her power, that wasn't possible. They were wrong. She just had to try harder, to put more power into her command. She concentrated and then opened her eyes, ready to command them. Her eyes fell on Else, the young mother and her heavy, milk filled breasts. Vala almost moaned as she recalled how wonderful Else's milk tasted on that day by the pond. She said the first thing that came to her mind. "Come over her Else, I want to taste your milk again." 

After a moment of hesitation, Else moved slowly over to Vala and as if in a trance, cupped her huge breasts and lifted them to Vala's face. "You want to drink my milk?" She whispered seductively.

"Yes." Vala leaned in a wrapped her lips around Else's large, pale pink nipple. She sucked and felt the hot, sweet liquid flood into her mouth. She moaned with both pleasure and relief knowing that her power hadn't deserted her. 

"Do you like that Vala?" Inga asked, coming in close as if to watch. She placed her hand at the nape of Vala's neck, holding her to Else's breast, encouraging her to drink more. 

Vala could only moan. 

"Well, if you like breast milk so much, maybe you should be making your own." Inga whispered in her ear. 

Vala's heart almost froze as Inga's words registered. It wasn't just her words that made Vala stop. It was the quality of the words. It was the same enchanted power that she had used on them. She let go of Else's nipple with a wet pop as she turned and looked into Inga's dark, glittering eyes. 

"No." She breathed. 

Inga's smile was the triumphant look of a predator that had just cornered its prey and was about to start toying with it. "Yes." 

Vala turned and looked up at Else and saw the same predatory look in her large, brown eyes. "Do you like milk, my Pet?" 

The question was thick with power and Vala felt herself answering without thinking. "Yes." 

Else smiled broadly, "Well them perhaps you should try it out yourself. You should start to milk, my Pet." 

"Milk?" Vala whispered. 

"Yes, start milking my Pet. Just like I do. Start now." Else hissed, her voice thick with power. 

"Noooo..." Vala moaned as she felt heat bloom in her chest. She fell back to the floor and groaned as searing rapture built quickly in her nipples and started spreading down to the rest of her breasts in little waves. 

"Yes my Pet. Soon you'll be just like me." Else crouched down next to Vala and whispered in her ear, giving her a lick. "I know how much you enjoyed my milk that day by the pond. I know when you touch yourself you think of me and how much you want to taste me again. Now, you'll be able to see how wonderful it felt for me as well." She lowered her own breast to Vala's lips. "Now drink from me, my Pet." 

Without thought, Vala's lips wrapped around Else's large nipple and she started to suckle, eagerly drinking in the sweet, hot milk. Her pleasure only increased as the silky liquid flowed over her tongue and heat burned through her chest. She felt as if her skin on her chest was becoming tight while her nipples felt puffy and swollen. 

"Touch yourself, my Love." Inga said softly in her other ear. Her words were thick and sweet, just like Else's. Just like hers used to be. Vala's hands obeyed even without her thought, her fingers dipping eagerly into her hot, needy sex. She cried out.

"Give yourself to the feelings." Else cooed. "Give yourself freely to us. You are ours now, my Pet. You can't resist us and we will remake you however we want. Just like you did to us. Give yourself over to your new Mistresses." 

Mistresses? Vala thought in a haze. Yes, they are my Mistresses now and I am their Pet. Their obedient little Pet. She moaned. 

Heat continued to burn in Vala's chest and she moaned louder. With every breath she took her breasts felt heavier and fuller. She looked down and gasped. Her breasts had swelled dramatically in the last few minutes. They were now nearly as large as Else's massive mounts. Her nipples had also gotten larger and much darker. Her areolas were nearly the size of her palm now and her nipples were as large as the tip of her thumb. 

"How do you like them now, my Pet?" Else asked wickedly. Not waiting for an answer, she pinched one of Vala's huge nipples at it's base and pulled outward. 

Vala cried out as rapture flowed through her mind while hot, creamy milk, her milk, spurted from her nipple in a long white streams. On the other side, Inga's fingers found her other nipple now and together they started pulling rhythmically on her, drawing her milk and making her cry out with rapture. Vala had never imagined how wonderful the sensation of having her nipples used in this way could be. Her breasts had a tingling tightness that seemed to start at their base and radiate upwards towards her nipples with each pull. Hot streams of sweet milk spurted at every pull from Else and Inga, arching into the air to rain back onto her and her new Mistresses. 

Rapture coursed through her body as her own fingers continued to work in her sex. First one finger, then two now three fingers pumped quickly in and out of her needy center. Her thumb found her clit and she shrieked. The jolt of pleasure making her milk flow even more freely. 

She felt Else and Inga release her nipples and she looked at them, whimpering with need. They were both covered with a fine spray of her milk. It ran down their faces and bodies in dozens of small white rivulets. Vala watched enraptured as they leaned over her and started licking the milk of each other's faces and bodies.

Vala could feel her own climax approaching quickly and she suddenly felt a desperate need to have them suckle her nipples. More than anything she wanted to feel their lips wrapped around her big nipples, sucking her into their hot, wet mouths, drawing out her milk as she climaxed. "Drink from me." She gasped. "Please!" 

As one they turned and stared down at her. She was shocked to see that their eyes were now glowing a dull, blood red. In unison they smiled, their lips pulling back to reveal a pair of long, cruel, gleaming white fangs in each beautiful mouth. 

"She wants us to drink form her." Inga hissed. 

A part of Vala knew she should have felt fear at the sight of the monstrous fangs and glowing eyes of her Mistresses but oddly she didn't. The only thing she felt beyond the surprise was the incredible need for release between her legs and in her chest. Her climax was now so close her mind simply couldn't think of anything else. She could only moan and whimper incoherently. Her fingers were a blur in her sex and the milk was now flowing freely from her nipples like twin fountains. 

Her new Mistresses leaned in and wrapped their lips slowly, ever so slowly around her aching nipples and started to suckle. Pleasure exploded in Vala's body seemingly everywhere at once. A shriek was ripped from her throat as her body bucked and writhed under the relentless onslaught of rapture. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her as she climaxed over and over again until she thought she would lose her mind. Time lost all meaning as her entire world became centered on her nipples and her sex. 

She felt the lips pull back from her breasts and managed to open her eyes, looking up just in time to see Else and Inga kissing their way up her breasts towards her neck. Each small kiss sent a tingling rush through Vala and she thrust her huge breasts out, offering them to her Mistresses. One at a time they each kissed her deeply on the lips. Vala could taste her milk on their tongues and she moaned into their open mouths. 

"Are you ready, my Pet?" Else hissed as Inga continued to kiss her. 

"Yes." Vala mumbled through the kiss and her haze or rapture. She didn't know what they were planning but she didn't care. They were her Mistresses now and she would do whatever they wanted. She belonged to them. 

As one they smiled, their gleaming white fangs bared, lust burning in their glowing red eyes. 

Vala's sex contracted again as another climax started. She felt lips, cool and soft pressing against her neck as they kissed her, one on each side. Ecstasy burned through her veins as an incredible orgasm raged inside her, she opened her mouth to cry out again. As she did she felt the soft kisses turn instantly to unimaginable pain as both women sank their long, cruel fangs deep into her neck. 

Vala screamed. 

* * *

Vala sat bolt upright in bed, the scream still on her lips, ringing through her small chamber. She looked around wildly but Else and Inga were nowhere to be seen. Rather, Branwen and Greta were looking at her with wide, terrified eyes. 

"What is wrong Mistress?" They both asked in unison.

"Are you alright? Are you ill?" Branwen said, coming closer and looking into Vala's eyes. Her hands, soft and warm, came up and cupped Vala's cheeks, forcing Vala to look into her brilliant green eyes. "Mistress?" Her voice and her hands were shaking.

Vala took a long, shuddering breath and slowly let it out. A dream, it had only been a dream. She looked down at her body and with relief saw that her breasts looked as they always did. There was no milk and her nipples were still small and pink. She sighed. Just a dream. 

Taking another deep breath to calm her racing heart, she realized that her sex was dripping wet and as her panic continued to subside she became aware of the warm, heady pulse of an afterglow seeping through her veins. Her eyes slid closed and she sighed with pleasure. After a minute the glow started to fade and she opened her eyes again and forced a small smile for the twins benefit. "I'm ok." She said, her voice sounded horse and her throat felt tight.

Branwen settled back a little but didn't release Vala. "You're sure?' 

Vala kissed her on the forehead tenderly. "Yes, yes, I'm fine now. It was just a dream. That's all." She leaned over and kissed the frightened Greta as well. "I'm ok." 

Her mind started to come fully back to reality and Vala now became aware that both twins were before her completely nude, their slim bodies less than an arm's length away. 

With a supreme force of will she pushed the thought of the pleasures they could give her out of her mind and turned, getting out of bed. "Come my lovelies. It's a busy day today and we all have duties to attend to." 

* * *

Exactly at sundown a bell sounded three times. With a resounding boom, the two door wardens pulled open the huge ornate double door to the grand banquet hall. Slowly the hundreds of guests dressed in all their finery entered the room and began milling around. The musicians stared playing and the servants started preparations for dinner.

From a balcony overlooking the main floor, Vala stood with the Steward and surveyed the scene.

"You've done very well Vala, exceptionally well really. The Baroness and I are quite impressed with you." The Steward said as she placed a hand on the railing.

"Thank you Milady." Vala said with a small curtsey. Somehow she managed to suppress a girlish grin.

The Steward looked over at her and smiled knowingly. "It's alright if you smile. It was a compliment, it's alright if you're happy about it."

Vala beamed. "Yes Milady."

The Steward turned back to the crowd. "Everything has been planned out and everyone knows their duties. Your job is completed. Now why don't you go enjoy yourself."

Eyes widening, Vala stepped back. "Me? Oh, no Milady, I couldn't. Those are Lords and Ladies down there." Vala looked down at the floor. "I'm not... I just couldn't..."

"Nonsense." The Steward interrupted her. "If you're going to have my job someday you will need to learn to deal with the pompous fools down there." She gestured at the dance floor with a dismissive gesture.

"I... Milady?" Vala was a bit shocked by her attitude towards the gentry.

The Steward gave Vala a sidelong glance then looked back to the main floor. The barest hint of a derisive smile played at the corners of her mouth as she surveyed the gentry milling about below them. "Surprised by my lack of deference? Well you will find out on your own soon enough what they are all really like." She made another dismissive gesture. "Self important fools, the lot of them. More concerned with what wine they will be having with dinner and whether or not someone else has more expensive jewelry on than them than they are with managing the welfare of the peoples have been entrusted to watch over. There are only a handful, a small handful mind you, that have any real skill for leadership. They only have their positions because they were born into it." The Steward straightened and face Vala, looking her directly in the eye. "It is people like you and I Vala, people like us that make this all possible. We make it happen." She pointed down at the floor again. "You're a very remarkable young woman Vala. Not a single Lord or Lady down on the floor can hold a candle to your talents. Remember that."

Vala studied the milling throng for a few moments in silence before asking, "What of the Baroness?"

The Steward raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Yes, the Baroness von Wolffe. I think that you'll find her to be something a bit different from that lot. She is a very astute woman in her way. She alone of all the people in this room has my complete respect." The Steward smiled, "And perhaps you as well."

Vala blushed, "Thank you Milady." She took a deep breath trying in vain to calm her nerves. "Well then, I suppose I should go make myself known." 

With a grimace the Steward sighed. "Yes, I suppose we both should. Come, I won't make you face the wolves alone on your first time out." 

* * *

The next few hours passed in a blur for Vala. She met dozens of Lords and Ladies dressed in the very finest of gowns. Vala had never imagined that so much gold and so many gems even existed in the world, let alone had been fashioned into jewelry.

Some of the Lords and Ladies were cool to her, most were at least civil and a few were actually genuinely pleasant. Vala was mildly amused to find that the Lords that were the most agreeable to her spent the majority of their time addressing her breasts and not her face.

Several times during the course of the evening some Lord or Nobleman would find a place to quietly give her what a few months ago Vala would have considered a scandalous proposal. Vala now found that while the implied sexual innuendo no longer bothered her, in fact it somewhat amused her, the thought of being with a man now had no appeal for her at all. If fact the very idea of it repulsed her but she thought she managed to control her reactions and politely demurred.

However, when one of the fine Ladies made a similar, perhaps if anything even more explicit proposal to Vala she found it much harder to demurely decline. Vala was sure that the older but still quite beautiful woman saw the flush of heat in her cheeks at the suggestion of what she would do to Vala if she were to join her in her chambers after the banquet was concluded. Vala only hoped the woman took the reddening of her cheeks as embarrassment and not the flush of hot desire that it really was.




Forever Again Ch. 07



Thankfully at that moment the bell that signaled the start of the banquet sounded giving Vala an excuse to escape before lust won out over good sense. 

Vala was heading towards the one of the exits when the Steward caught her arm. "Where do you think you are going?" She pointed ahead. "Come with me." She made her way through the crowd and up to the head table.

Vala stared at the table uncomprehendingly.

"There." The Steward said pointing at an open chair quite near the head of the table. 

"But I can't..."

"The Baroness insists." The Steward said simply, pointing again at the empty chair.

"But... the Head Table?" Vala asked.

"Yes. As I said, the Baroness insists. She will be here shortly and wishes to have you at the table with her." The Steward smiled, "I believe she wishes to reward you for a job well done. She is quite pleased I assure you." She leaned in close and whispered, "And don't worry, I'll be right next to you." 

Just as Vala and the Steward were getting into their seats a trumpet's loud clarion call filled the chamber. The Herald announced loudly, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Lords and Ladies, your hostess for the evening, the Baroness von Wolffe."

At the far end of the room Vala could see a woman enter the chamber through the main doors. The Baroness was tall and slender with a regal bearing that carried even across the great distance between them. Unlike all the other ladies in the room whose dresses were various shades of color from bright red to pale blue, the Baroness dress was coal black, perfectly matching her black hair. Her skin was pale and seemed all the more pale against her brilliant red lips.

A prickling familiarity began to climb up Vala's spine as the woman came closer and she could see her better. When the Baroness had closed to within one hundred paces cold sweat broke out across Vala' brow and down her spine. She became lightheaded and the room started to spin around her. It was at that moment that the Baroness locked eyes with her.

"Mistress." She breathed as the woman continued to walk steadily closer. 

The Baroness closed the last few paces and stopped before the head table, never looking away from Vala.

Vala's mind reeled. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't even think at that moment. Her entire world became the Baronesses beautiful face looking down at her. Her Mistress was here before her. As she stared breathlessly she saw a sparkle of amusement deep in the Mistress's grey eyes and heard that blissfully sweet voice pour through her mind, "Yes, my Valamera, your Mistress is here for you now, for tonight and every night from now on, forever." 

Vala's mind only dimly realized that the Baroness had not spoken aloud, that she had somehow spoken directly into Vala's thoughts. A ghost of a smile played at the corners of the Baroness's luscious red lips. At last she broke the intimate, secret connection and turned to face the crowd. "Lords and Ladies, thank you so much for sharing in my hospitality..."

The voice was as smooth and beautiful as Vala had remembered from her dreams. The words purred through her mind but she didn't comprehend what was being said. It was as if her mind was drenched in thick, sweet syrup. Everything was a slowly drifting miasma around her. She couldn't make her mind work. She didn't want to make her mind work. She could only stare at the woman before her and drink in her unearthly beauty. 

The Baroness finished her welcoming speech and walked around the table, stopping behind the Steward and Vala. She looked down at Vala and smiled. "So, this is the young woman I've been hearing so much about."

"Yes My Lady." The Steward said formally. "Baroness, may I present my new assistant, Vala Strauss. Vala, meet your employer, the Baroness von Wolffe."

Vala stared at the Baroness dazedly, unable to remember how to speak.

The Baroness reached out a hand and gently touched Vala's cheek. The contact was like an electric shock. Instantly Vala came back to her senses and gasped. "Mistress..." Vala felt herself blush furiously as soon as the word slipped past her lips and she quickly corrected herself, "My Lady, it's an... an honor to meet you." She stammered trying to collect her wits. 

The Baroness smiled knowingly. "Yes, I'm sure it is." Around them, everything went quiet as if they were suddenly alone in the room. Vala could see out of the corner of her eye that beside them the Steward was frozen in place as if turned to stone. Glancing to the side she could see that the same was true for all the guests in the room. The only two that even seemed to still be alive were Vala and her Mistress. It was like a moment frozen in time for only the two of them.

Reaching up, the Baroness, her Mistress, touched a finger to the nape of Vala's neck exactly where she had bitten her the night before in her dream. Pleasure flowed instantly through Vala's veins and she barely managed to suppress a moan. The Baroness leaned in close and whispered in Vala's ear, "I look forward to seeing more of you very soon. Much, much more my Valamera." She gave Vala's ear a sensual lick. Then kissed her cheek before straightening.

Vala closed her eyes and sucked in a ragged breath as time abruptly resumed and the world snapped back into focus around her. The Baroness was turning away and the Steward was saying something in Vala's ear. With an effort she brought her attention back to the Steward.

"She seems quite pleased with you." Said the Steward as she sat down. If she had noticed anything odd in the last few moments she gave no indication. She also seemed not to notice Vala's flustered state or if she did she didn't mention it. 

Dazedly, Vala sat as well. She wondered if that had really just happened. It seemed like a dream.

The rest of the meal was much like a dream for Vala as well. The Baroness was polite and cordial to everyone, even warm to some of her guests. But she seemed especially attentive to Vala, going so far as to ask her opinion on various issues several times throughout the meal much to Vala's embarrassment.

When the meal was finally ended the Baroness rose and started to leave. She stopped by Vala and paused. "Please come by my chamber when you leave the party. I have something I wish to discuss with you." She smiled at Vala, nodded to the Steward and left.

Vala's head reeled. She now knew the truth of it all. Everything that had been happening to her over the last months... years? It had all been real. The woman in her dreams was real, and she had just met her. And the woman wanted to see more of her. It didn't take any great leap of imagination to picture just what the Baroness wanted from her. Vala wondered if perhaps last night's dream hadn't been a dream after all. The Baroness could very well have been in her chambers last night.

Her hand again rose to the side of her neck where her Mistress had bitten her in her dreams. The skin tingled hotly at her touch. Yes, Vala thought, it had been real, not just a dream. Her Mistress had really been with her already, maybe more than once?

Vala belatedly realized that she was already making her way through the crowd of people towards the grand stairway at the center of the keep. The massive stone stairs curved upward in a long, graceful arc towards the third floor. From there three more stairways, less ornate than this one led up to the Baronesses private chambers.

Another thought occurred to Vala and now that she thought about it she wondered why a bit nervously why she hadn't really worried about it before now. Had her Mistress really bitten her? Why would she do that? Perhaps it was some way of marking her as a possession? 

Or maybe she hadn't really been bitten at all, her overtaxed mind tried to rationalize. There was no mark on her neck after all. Shouldn't there be a wound or at least a scar? Vala didn't know. 

Before Vala could sort through her confused thoughts she found herself standing before the massive double door that led to the Baronesses private chambers. The tall narrow doors were a gleaming polished oak with heavy brass straps and hinges that were buffed to a mirrored shine. In the center of each door was an elaborate brass knocker in the shape of a hissing snake. Vala studied one the snakes for a moment, feeling strongly drawn to it for some reason. The snake's gleaming ruby eyes seemed to stare back at her, drawing her in. Her hand lifted slowly towards the snake, her fingertip just caressing the cold metal when there was a loud metallic clang from the door that made her jump.

The heavy doors swung inward revealing a large, elegant parlor. Two young women, both extraordinarily beautiful, were each holding a door handle. In union they smiled and bowed deeply. "Good evening Miss." they both said.

Vala stared in amazement at the girl holding the left door. She was completely unlike any woman Vala had ever seen. Her skin was the color of rich earth and her curly hair was even darker. She had wide dark eyes, a broad nose and full lips painted a deep, reddish brown.

"I... I... uh..." Vala stammered.

"The Mistress is expecting you." Said the other girl, drawing Vala's attention.

She looked to the other girl. She was a bit older, maybe in her mid twenties and half a head taller than Vala. She had light auburn hair with hazel eyes. "I, uh, yes, she asked me to come see her." Vala said dumbly.

"Yes, she said you would be. She is in the inner chambers. If you would please follow me." The taller girl turned and headed towards the back of the room. There Vala found herself before another great oaken door, this one only slightly smaller than the outer door. "My name is Odele and she is Lotte. Please let either of us know if you require anything." She pulled the door open and gestured Vala in.

"Thank you." Vala said with a small nod. She turned and slowly walked into the inner chambers. The room beyond was unlighted and Vala walked cautiously. For several heartbeats she stood on a long, narrow slice of light that gleamed in from the parlor she had just left, then Odele closed the door and Vala was plunged into total darkness. She had a sense that she was in a vast chamber but her eyes still saw nothing. Then, gradually her eyes adjusted and Vala found that the chamber wasn't completely dark. She began to pick out a few details. The room was indeed vast. It was a circular chamber with a very high ceiling. The only light in the room was star and moonlight coming in through a series of tall narrow windows around the top of the walls, far overhead. The ceiling beyond was shrouded in shadows.

"Welcome to my sanctuary my Dear." A familiar voice purred from the darkness.

"Mistress." Vala breathed. Her heart thundered in her chest and her breathing was coming in a quick pant. It was just like in her dreams. The words coming to her from the darkness, calling to her, seeping into her very soul. She felt light headed imagining... no, not imagining... knowing what was coming next. A puff of air on her ear confirmed her thoughts.

"Yes my Valamera. I'm so pleased you know who I am. I have looked so long for you my Valamera. So very, very long." The words, spoken right at her ear, flowed through her mind like warm honey, thick and sweet. "Lifetimes, many long lifetimes I have spent alone, so alone, yearning for your return so we could once again be together."

"Lifetimes? My... my soul?" Vala stammered not understanding.

"Yes my Valamera." Her Mistress's voice came from farther away now. Vala tried to follow her movements in the darkness. She could hear the clicking footfalls on the polished stone floor but the way the sounds echoed made it impossible to tell which direction they originated from.

"Lifetimes." Her Mistress went on. "Many, almost countless mortal lifetimes have come and gone before me. You see my Valamera, I am not like others, not at all like these mortal beings. I have been given a great gift by my Mistress, my Goddess. She has granted me a boon for my loyalty. A great gift. Indeed the greatest gift any being could receive," She paused, "The gift of eternity." The voice came closer, "And my greatest wish was to share that eternity with you. But the fates conspired against me and I lost you many, many years ago. But now through the blessings of the fates and by the hand of my Goddess you have returned to me finally."

"I don't understand." Vala said into the darkness, not really sure if she should be questioning her Mistress but feeling confused. "Lifetimes? But how can that be? I have lived only nineteen summers. I cannot be the one you have sought..."

"Ah, but you are, my Valamera." The Mistress interrupted her, now from farther away. "Not you in your current form of course, not in this earthly shell, but in another vessel. Many others in fact over the ages." The voice came closer to Vala once again. "You see, your soul is an old soul. It has been born and reborn countless times through the centuries." The voice came closer still. "Have you ever had a glimpse of one of your past lives my Valamera? Just a glimpse of who you were in another time, another place? Perhaps when you were lying awake late at night, perhaps in a dream? A brief instant of thought, of knowledge, that you are more than you are now?"

Visions of her dreams flashed through Vala's mind. Was that what she had seen in her dreams? Other lives? Past lives? The room spun slightly around her. "I... I don't really know. Perhaps..." She trailed off trying to call the memories back but they were too ethereal to grasp, flitting away like leaves in an autumn breeze. There was a long pause from her Mistress and Vala wondered if perhaps she had said the wrong thing. She opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted. 

"If you haven't yet, you will. In time you will understand, you will come to see who you were," she paused, "and who you really are, my Valamera."

"Why do you call me by that name?"

"That is who you are to me, Vala Strauss. You are and always will be, Valamera. That is who you were when we first met those ages ago, that is who you were when I stole your heart and that is who you were when you stole my heart in return. That is who you were on the day that you were ripped from my arms and perished in the sea. And that, Vala Strauss, is who you have been every night in my dreams for over a thousand years."

Vala was trembling at these revelations. She couldn't believe that any of this was real but somehow in her heart, she knew it was true... all of it. All the separate, jumbled pieces of her life, the dreams, the deaths of her suitors, her changing sexual inclinations, her newfound powers, her new position, it all fell into place in her mind, each part interlocking neatly with the others. She wasn't girl she always thought she was, and yet somehow that was exactly who she really was. It was all a part of her. 

Taking a deep breath, Vala managed to work up enough courage to ask, "Who are you really?"

There was a soft, almost demure chuckle at Vala's ear. "Why I am the Baroness von Wolffe of course. That is all I am now. Who I was is no longer important. Whoever that person was is now long ages dead, along with all the others I was thought to be over the years."

A shiver ran down Vala's spine as a finger tip suddenly caressed the tender skin just under her ear.

"But all that is past my Valamera. What really matters now is that you've finally come to me, and now... now..."

Vala gasped as lips, soft and cool, kissed the side of her neck.

"... Now we can be together..."

The gasp turned into a small moan as the lips moved up and started to worry the tender skin behind her earl.

"... together..." another kiss, another nibble, "... forever."

"Mistressss..." Vala hissed.

Strong hands wrapped around Vala's middle and pulled her gently back. Vala's head spun as she felt a firm, strong body press up against her. It was all really happening but somehow she still couldn't believe it. It was just like the dreams but this time it was real. It was finally real.

The wet, suckling kisses ignited a fire in Vala's center and she moaned with a desperate need that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. A vast hollow emptiness at the very center of her being that she didn't even realize was there now started to fill.

Hands, immensely strong but infinitely tender caressed her body. Moving slowly, the hands gradually, torturously slid up to cup her breasts through the heavy velvet of her gown and the unforgiving stays of her corset. 

Whimpering with a desperate yearning, Vala cursed the inflexible garments that kept her from feeling the caress of her Mistress. "Please." She whispered. 

A quite laugh answered her plea. "Please what?" The caressing hands became firmer in their attention to Vala's chest. 

"Please Mistress, I need you." 

"You need me?" The voice gently mocked. The hands released her for a moments and Vala almost cried but before she could there was a quick sensation of something running up her spine. She felt her dress become loose and without thinking she shrugged her arms forward allowing the heavy gown to slip down, pooling around her feed. Another movement and the corset loosened, letting her breasts drop and allowing her to suck in a full breath of cool air. 

Before Vala could shrug the corset off the Mistress was back behind her. The hands slid easily under the now loose garment and caressed her sensitive mounds. "You need me?" The Mistress said again. "I think what you really need is this..." The strong fingers wrapped around her nipples and Vala cried out in delight. 

"Yesss..." Vala groaned. 

One hand released her nipple and slid down Vala's firm stomach, coming to rest just above her petticoats. The Mistress purred in her ear, "Or perhaps this is what you really need?" The hand dipped under the waistband, just touching the soft curls below. "Well, my Valamera?"

"Mistressss..." Vala hissed. "Please. I've waited so... so long." 

Another laugh as the hand worked lower, deeper into the fine, curly hairs, stroking the mount beneath lovingly. "You have waited so long? I have waited fifteen centuries my Pet. Can you even comprehend that much time?" Her question was mocking as she teased Vala's aching center. She continued to tease Vala for a few long, torturous seconds before answering her own question, "No, you can't comprehend that much time, no mortal can." She kissed Vala's neck again, gently nipping the skin, making Vala tremble. "But soon you will..." With the pad of one finger she pushed softly on Vala's sensitive nub, making her cry out. 

Vala's knees wanted to buckle but the hand around her chest held her up. The well inside her was filling more rapidly now and what little control Vala still had was slipping away. She was getting the sense that her Mistress wanted something from her but her delirious mind couldn't place it. The finger between her legs was slipping deeper now, tracing along her outer folds making her moan with bliss. Vala knew that if she was entered she wouldn't be able to restrain her climax.

The darkness in the room seemed to swell, absorbing all the light until Vala stood in complete, suffocating blackness. The hands withdrew again and just as quickly as her gown and corset had been removed, now her petticoats and underthings were removed as well. Instinctively Vala stepped out of the clothes piled around her ankles and stood nude save her shoes and jewelry in the cool, dark chamber before her Mistress. She shivered in anticipation of the event she had dreamed of for so long. She turned to look for the other woman but the darkness was total, she could not see anything. "Mistress?"

A rustle of cloth to her side, then another. Vala turned to see two eyes, glowing red staring into her very soul. 




Forever Again Ch. 07



Vala gasped "Mistress?" She tried to take a step back but was rooted by the red eyes.

"Yes my Valamera." The voice came from the eyes. They came closer, unblinking, moving slowly finally stopping only a breath away. 

The darkness around them was all consuming. Vala could see nothing except those hypnotic, blood red eyes piercing her soul. 

"What do you want my Valamera?" 

"You." 

The eyes finally blinked then said, "No, what do you need." The Mistress's voice purred deliciously, seductively through Vala. "What does your soul desire?" 

As the words slid through her mind Vala tried to grasp exactly what her Mistress wanted her to say. She had told the truth, she wanted this woman more than anything she had ever wanted before. She had desired, dreamed of, fantasized about this for so long and now that it was here it wasn't right somehow. Her Mistress would be displeased if she couldn't answer correctly. A single tear of desperate need rolled down her cheek in the suffocating darkness. She wanted this more than anything. She wanted her Mistress, she wanted to give herself to... she paused... she knew what her Mistress wanted. "I want you to take me, my Mistress. I pledge my life to you, my Mistress. My soul is yours."

A shudder went through Vala as she vocalized her submission. 

At her oath, Vala could actually feel, the wave of euphoria that seemed to flow out from the woman before her. It was a physical sensation of being enfolded by a warm comforting embrace; it wrapped around her, surrounded and cradled her. It was love. The physical manifestation of her Mistress's love for her. "Take me Mistress." She breathed. 

The sensation changed and Vala could sense that her Mistress was amused somehow. Vala marveled that she could actually feel the woman's emotions and she wondered if it was because of her powers or because of the oath she had just given. 

"But I have already taken you my Valamera. Three times before."

"Three?" Vala asked. She guessed that one of the times had been just the other day in her chambers at night but the other two? 

"Yes, three. The most recent, I'm sure you have by now guessed, was just a few nights ago within this very estate. I had planned on waiting till this night, but I found I could no longer restrain myself knowing you were so near. I gave in to my need and visited you in the dark."

"The next was a few weeks ago in the forest just after you left that gypsy girl, Inga."

"In the forest." Vala breathed. "It had seemed so real at the time." 

"That's because it was." Sensing Vala's next question, the Mistress continued, "And the first time was over a year ago where I finally found you after all these centuries, lying in bed , sleeping, between your sisters on that little farm, in that small wooden house."

"On the farm? But..." Vala tried to think but the red eyed gaze made it difficult, she kept losing herself in the crimson depts. With a supreme effort of will, Vala closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. 

Her mistress took her when she was still on the farm, over a year ago. That would be about the time the dreams started. It started to become clearer now. "Back at the mill pond with Else, you were there with me then?"

The warm blanket of her Mistress seemed to flow with pleasure around her. "Yes. I wanted you to know the joy of being with another woman. I also wanted you to see that you were greater than a mere mortal, that you could exact your will on her."

"But it was you, not me."

"No my Valamera. True I was with you, in you, pushing your desires, but the control that you used, that was yours alone. A gift of your rebirth. A gift from the Goddess." 

"My rebirth?" Vala jumped as a hand caressed her cheek in the darkness. 

"Yes my Valamera. On that first night I took you I bonded with you. A mixing of our souls and our blood. You started your journey to becoming what I am."

Vala wasn't sure she wanted to ask the next question but she couldn't help herself. She whispered, "What are you? What am... am I?"

"A creature of the night. A vampire, or at least you soon will be." 

The room swung sickeningly around Vala as her mind reeled. A vampire. All those months ago when she had begun to think of herself as some kind of witch or an ill omen she hadn't been far from the mark after all. She was a creature of evil. "No." she whispered. 

"Yes." Her Mistress answered quietly, coming up to run a cool hand down Vala's cheek. "After our three meetings, you are now well on your way to becoming like me, a creature of the night, all powerful, eternal. You will rule at my side, keeping sway over lesser beings, forever." 

Vala looked into the red eyes almost pleading, "But a vampire is a creature of the night. A creature of..." she paused before whispering, "... of evil." 

The Mistress's demure laughter ran out through the huge chamber. "Evil? Well, I suppose some might consider the things I do evil, but many rather enjoy being citizens of my realm." She ran fingers gently through the soft hairs at Vala's temple. "Despite what the old stories say, we are not inherently evil. We are free to live out our existence however we choose within certain constraints imposed by out transformation. While it is true that we do sustain ourselves off the living, feeding on them, that is not all together a wicked thing to do. If we are careful the ones we feed off will never even know they served us. If we take only enough to sustain us they will not be transformed, they will not become us. A visit in the dark of night, a..." the Mistress paused and Vala thought she could actually see the amusement in those glowing red eyes, "... a rather pleasant dream perhaps, and that is all for them. I see noting malevolent in that. Like all things the power is what you make of it. You follow your heart my Valamera, you choose to be benevolent or wicked. Your powers are merely a tool." 

The Mistress kissed her gently on the lips. 

Despite her shock and conflicting emotions, Vala's body responded to her Mistress. Her inner fire rekindled and in moments was again blazing. Her Mistress pulled her in close and for the first time their nude bodies touched completely. Vala felt the firm, smooth skin slide along her own, her own larger breasts pressed under her Mistress's smaller, firmer mounds. A hand went to the small of her back and pulled their hips together. Vala gasped as she felt their hips touch. Without thinking, her rocked hips forward trying to increase the contact but she was too short. She whimpered with need. 

Her Mistress broke the kiss and chuckled. "So eager my Dear." A hand slid from her cheek to her breast. Fingers pinched the stiff little peak and Vala squirmed.

Vala was keenly aware of the Mistress's eyes on her as she writhed under the touch. The Mistress did not seem to be in any hurry as she slowly rolled the sensitive skin around in her strong fingers. Gradually the sensations in her nipple increased and Vala's passions built but still the Mistress didn't move beyond her continued slow teasing. After several minuets Vala was soaking wet and panting with need. "Mistress..." she whined. 

"Ssssh." The Mistress shushed her softly. "Concentrate on the feeling of it. Think of nothing else." She whispered. 

Wanting nothing more than to please her Mistress, Vala did as instructed. She closed her eyes despite the crushing darkness and thought of her breast, felt the rolling movement of her skin, the tingling, tugging sensation in the tender, hard little bump. As she concentrated the feelings seemed to increase, slowly at first but with building power as the minutes passed. She let out a deep and primal groaning growl in the back of her throat. 

Breath, hot and moist fell on Vala's ear. "You like this my Valamera. Your little nipples are very sensitive." 

The words of the Mistress flowed into Vala's mind. Thick and sweet just like her own but somehow different, stronger. She felt the words in her mind, knew what her Mistress was doing because she had done it so often but still she was powerless to stop it, not that she wanted to. She wanted nothing more than to be taken completely by her Mistress. Vala opened her mind completely and without reservation to the woman before her and the words slid into her. 

"... so very sensitive." Her Mistress whispered in her ear. The words flowed into Vala's mind, soaking into her soul. "Your entire body is so sensitive to my touch. Sensitive to any woman's touch." 

She gasped as she felt lips on her ear, nibbling, sucking, licking... Vala moaned. 

"Your body responds to your lover's pleasure. Giving pleasure gives you pleasure." Her Mistress whispered into Vala's open mind, the words altering Vala's very being. Changing who she was, what she wanted and what she experienced. 

Vala gasped as the sensations in her nipple started becoming more intense. With each passing moment the pleasure that her Mistress's fingers gave her built until Vala was lost in a continual, full throated moan. She had never before felt so much stimulation from just her nipples, not even when she had both of the twins suckling her at the same time. A cry slipped past her lips and she felt wetness flooding her sex. Her body was responding to the commands of her Mistress, changing her into what this woman wanted her to be. 

"Is that better my Valamera?" Her Mistress cooed, still pulling her nipples. 

Vala gasped, "Yes! So..." she groaned, "so... good!" 

"Would you like to feel even better my dear?" The sweet voice flowed through Vala's mind, manipulating her thoughts, changing her very being. 

"Yessss..." 

The fingers on her nipples pinched down hard driving a savage jolt of ecstasy straight into Vala's breasts. She cried out in rapture as she climaxed instantly. She felt her sex spasm as wetness gushed from her, running down the inside of her trembling legs. Her nipples throbbed with intense pleasure as the strong fingers continued to drive her higher. Keening cries of delight echoed around the room as her Mistress controlled her bliss. 

"Mistress!" Vala shrieked. 

One hand left her nipple and Vala almost cried in longing till she felt the fingers touching her mount. She shuddered as the practiced fingers traced the slick, wet lips of her boiling sex. Another wave of rapture rolled into her, centered this time in her core as she felt a single finger slowly, ever so slowly, enter her. Once fully inside her, the finger crooked, pulling in and up, expertly finding the sensitive place inside her, driving her higher still. 

Vala's mind was now completely lost, her entire existence was centered on her sex and her breasts. Bliss she had never imagined rolled through her young body, searing her nerves, scorching her reason and burning away her will. She was completely helpless before the power of her Mistress. 

The lips returned to her ear, kissing her tenderly as the passion raged throughout her body. "You will obey me in all things, my Love. Whatever I command you to do, you will do it. Whatever I say, your body, your heart and your soul will obey." 

"Yes!" Vala shrieked. "Yes Mistress!" 

A hand on her shoulders forced Vala to her knees and she went willingly, whimpering at feeling the finger slip out of her sex. Its sudden absence made her fell incredibly empty and alone. She desperately wanted the Mistress inside her again. 

A hand on the back of her head guided her forward slightly, the rich sent of womanhood filled her nostrils. The tip of her nose brushed against soft curls and the sent increased. Vala moaned realizing she was only inches from the sex of her Mistress. 

"Taste me, my Valamera. I've waited for your touch for so, so long." The words rolled over Vala, surrounding her. 

In a haze of sapphic euphoria, Vala leaned in and had her first taste of her Mistress's sex. The musky, salty taste filled her mouth and seeped into every corner of her being. She moaned aloud as she savored the smooth, slick feeling on her tongue and lips. This was the greatest bliss she had ever imagined possible. 

"Yesss..." Her Mistress said, her words close to a moan. "Drink me in, my Pet." The hands in Vala's hair tightened their grip, pulling Vala's face in harder. 

The legs spread more, giving Vala greater access. Vala slipped her tongue deeper into the hot, wet folds of tender flesh, delighting in every moan that came from the lips of her Mistress. She felt her own excitement building rapidly knowing that she was the cause of pleasure. One hand strayed down to her own needy sex, a finger tenderly touching the sensitive clitoris, circling it, rubbing it, driving her towards her own climax. 

The Mistress guided Vala as she stepped backwards a few steps in the pitch blackness, Vala obediently following on her knees. She sensed rather than saw her Mistress lay back onto something, a settee or chair perhaps, Vala couldn't be sure in the dark. The hands again guided Vala's face back to her Mistress's hot, wet center. 

Wanting to drive her Mistress to greater heights she was more insistent now. She dipped her tongue in deeper, searching out her Mistress's most sensitive places. She felt the muscles of the Baroness's sex tense at her invasion. The tension turning to quivering as Vala explored even deeper, licking, pushing, relishing the heat of her Mistress's passion. 

The Baroness pushed her hips up into Vala's face, grinding into her as the moans turned to cries. The wetness on Vala's face increased as Vala pushed her Mistress closer to her peak. 

Vala pushed two fingers deep into herself, groaning loudly into the wet folds as her own climax approached as well. She felt her inner walls gripping her fingers tightly as the rapture built higher and higher. "Mistress..." she moaned. Her sex had never felt like this when she had touched herself before. She had never been this sensitive. The feelings were almost too much for her mind to bear but she had to continue, she needed to pleasure her Mistress. 

"With me... my... love." The Mistress hissed. The hiss turned to a cry as she finally reached the peak of her passions. 

"Mistress!" Vala screamed as her own climax slammed into her. The walls of her core clenched down crushingly on her fingers and hot wetness gushed over her hand as a mind shattering orgasm ripped through her body. The incredible storm of sensations tore open her very soul and left her completely exposed to her Mistress's powers. 

Hot, musky wetness flooded Vala's mouth, salty and sweet, filling her senses with her Mistress's ecstasy. The feel, sounds, sent and taste of her Mistress filled Vala's vulnerable mind, was absorbed into her being and became part of her soul. At that moment, the Mistress became Vala's entire world. 

Light exploded in Vala's mind and she reeled. She collapsed back heavily onto the cold, hard floor, not even feeling the impact of her head on the unforgiving stone. Her confused, terrified eyes opened wide in the smothering blackness as her mouth opened in a silent scream. In an instant, a hundred lifetimes of memories all slammed into her consciousness. A thousand, thousand images of love and pain, hopes and desires, happiness and despair, dreams and regrets all burned through her, filling every part of her mind, overloading her senses. She saw her own birth, felt her own death over and over again as a hundred different women in a hundred different lands. They were all different yet they were all her. Countless lifetimes that her soul had been born into, lived and died. 

A hurricane of memories, her soul's memories from all her past lives, tore through Vala and threatened to shatter her mind. 

The scream that had been locked in her throat now slipped loose. It started as a thin, pathetic wail but quickly built to a heartrending shriek of complete terror. She screamed in fear, pain and confusion as her hands came up and clutched at her temples, trying vainly to keep any more of the strange memories from entering her tortured mind. 

Then she felt the Mistress beside her, wrapping her strong arms around her, comforting her, cradling her, protecting her. "Hush, my Valamera, I'm here for you." she whispered. The touch was comforting and Vala slowly, very slowly, came back to herself. 

Valamera... the name from her dreams... she remembered it all now. She remembered the first time they had met at Caesar's Palace in Rome. She remembered how beautiful her Mistress, then Cleopatra, had been on that day. Tall and slender with dark hair and wearing a beautiful gown with extraordinary, exotic jewelry. A hand of years older that Valamera at the time, she had been brilliant and worldly, accustomed to being obeyed by all, she never the less had made time to sit and talk with the young, shy merchant's daughter. Their friendship had bloomed that evening and had turned to a love that had lasted for over a thousand years since, surviving countless lives and countless deaths. A love fated by the Gods, a love destined to be for all eternity. "Mistress." Vala breathed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I remember. I remember it all, when we met, our first kiss, the night you took my virginity, the night I..." she broke off, searching out the glowing eyes in the darkness. "...the day I died." She whispered. 

"Hush my Valamera. You don't have to worry any longer. We're together again, and nothing will ever again separate us."

Fingers caressed the side of Vala's face. She felt soft lips on hers. She kissed them back, tenderly, lovingly. "I love you Mistress." Vala breathed. "I don't want to ever lose you again." 

The faintly glowing eyes were before her again, looking into her soul. "Don't worry my Valamera, never again." came the whispered answer. A hand trailed down Vala's body, teasing her nipples and making her moan anew. 

She arched her back, offering her breasts to her love but the hand only played with her nipples for a few minutes, making her squirm and groan. Vala's need was building again and she was on the verge of whimpering when her Mistress finally slid her hand slowly downward. Vala trembled in anticipation as she felt the fingers caressing the soft hairs of her mount, now slick with her wetness. One finger teased her outer folds sending ripples of pleasure through her young body and making her pant with need. "Take me." Vala moaned. The finger pushed slowly, almost teasingly inside her, working in little practiced movements, building Vala's inner fire, raising her need. "Take me Mistress." 

"Is that what you really want, my Valamera?" Her Mistress murmured in her ear. 

"Yesss." Vala moaned. "Take me Mistress... I'm... I'm yours." 

The finger moved to Vala's clitoris and started circling the tender bump, making Vala cry out. Faster and faster it circled driving Vala higher with every passing second. She could feel another climax fast approaching and she clung to her Mistress, savoring the smooth, strong feel of the woman that loved her enough to wait for fifteen centuries for her to return. He body tightened, her back arching upward as her climax started. "Take me!" she shrieked. 

"I will, my Valamera." Her Mistress said in her ear as she pushed two fingers deep into her sweltering center. Another spasm of rapture ripped thorough Vala and she cried out. As the fire burned through her body, she felt lips, firm and smooth on her neck followed by an intense stabbing pain. She shrieked as the pain mixed with her pleasure to drive her body to yet another soul shattering climax. Light, brilliant and pure, flashed in her eyes for an instant before it blinked out and she fell into eternal blackness. 

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Forever Again Ch. 08



Author's Note: This story depicts graphic lesbian sex, female masturbation, incest between twin sisters, vampirism and mind control. If these topics do not interest you or are prohibited in your area please back out now.

This is the eighth installment of a long story. Those that have read my other stories will know that I tend to have some story behind the sex so if you're looking for a quickie this story may not be to your liking. 

My apologies to those who have been awaiting the next chapter. Sometimes life has a way of getting in the way. I hope this latest installment of Vala's journey will be worth the wait. 

For those of you that haven't backed out, I hope you will enjoy my words.

~CD

Chapter Eight

Another Time...

Berlin, German Empire, 1913

Rae sat on the small balcony and looked out over the darkened skyline. Night was well down over the city and all was peaceful, or at least as peaceful as a city the size of Berlin ever got. There was no one walking on the streets below and the last streetcar had passed over an hour ago. Somewhere off in the distance she thought she just caught a hint of music. Not constantly, just intermittently, a snatch of melody when the wind was just right. It made her smile. Life. The night was alive if you knew where to look and were patient. Rae knew where to look and over the last three centuries she had come to know patience well. 

Her eyes drifted slowly, almost hesitantly up to the stars overhead. The air was crystal clear tonight and they gleamed brightly, exactly the same as they had always been. The same as they had on that first night she had lain with Vala all those years ago. 

She held out her hand and studied it in the darkness. Smooth and flawless as a newborn babe. She knew it should not be so. Years of hard work growing up in the lumber camps with her father had left her hands rough and scarred in many places. But the scars were all gone, just as her former life was. Thoughts of her former life made her think of her father and a familiar lump formed in the back of her throat. It was a lump long softened by time, but it was still there. 

She blinked back a single tear and thought, Can it really have been three hundred years since you died, Papa? Has all this really happened to me? She wondered for not the first time what her father would think of her if he could see her now. Sitting on the balcony of the huge mansion in the heart of Berlin, only a few blocks from the Kaiser's Palace, wearing a beautiful gown and jewels that cost more than small town. A proper woman of court, a Lady... a Vampire.

Her predator's hearing picked up a whisper of movement from inside her rooms and she turned to look. Even with her superior night vision she could only see a dim shape moving through her rooms in her direction. She didn't bother to get up, even without seeing the face she knew who it was. After three centuries together she knew the way the woman moved all too well. "Come join me Vala, the night is beautiful." Rae called softly. 

Vala walked out onto the balcony, smiled at Rae and went to stand at the railing. She breathed in deeply, held it for a long moment the let it out with a contented sigh. "Yes, it is lovely." She stood there in silence for so long that Rae wondered if she had a reason for coming to see her at all. Did she have news or not? 

In the silence Rae studied her longtime friend and lover. Vala was just as breathtaking now as she had been on the day they had first met all those centuries ago. Even dressed as she had been long ago, in clothes that were little more than dirty rags, disheveled and sweaty from helping out with chores at the lumber camp she had still been beautiful. Her hair had shown like spun gold and her eyes were as deep as midnight. Rae hadn't been initially been attracted to her in any physical way. Before that first night together she had never even considered lying with another woman. But even so, she had been able to appreciate Vala's great beauty on that first day so long ago. 

But now... now... Rae couldn't help herself from staring at Vala. Since her transformation into a vampire all those centuries ago, Vala had somehow grown even more beautiful as the years and decades rolled slowly past. Standing there at the rail, dressed in an expensive gown, wearing fine jewelry, her long hair brushed until it gleamed in the moonlight she was more achingly lovely than any other woman Rae had seen in her long life. 

The silence dragged out for several moments as Rae admired Vala silently while waiting for her to continue. Eventually the silence outlived even Rae's long practiced patience and she clucked her tongue in irritation, "Well?" she prompted. 

"Yes?" Vala asked distractedly without looking over. 

Rae tried without much success to suppress her irritation, "Did the Mistress come back with any news?" 

Vala sighed again but this time Rae could detect a hint of strain in her voice. "Yes." 

Rae waited for several long moments and was just on the verge of another prompting when Vala spoke again. 

"War." 

"War?" Rae breathed disbelievingly. Could it really happen? Yes, she chided herself. Of course it could happen. It had happened countless times in the past and it would undoubtedly happen countless times again. But it had been years since the last major conflict and Rae had grown used to the calm. "What does the Mistress say?" 

With a shrug Vala said "That war is coming and soon. Within a year she thinks. She spoke with the Kaiser over dinner and he basically confirmed it. Of course he rambled on for hours about the glory and valor of battle and the gallantry of men and the honor of the Empire and all that nonsense. But she finally got him to admit that yes, plans are in motion and that war is coming, soon." 

"When?" 

"That part is not certain. Not yet, that is all he would say. She got the impression that they weren't ready yet but that's just her speculation." 

"Who is it to be, France or Russia?" Rae asked, not really sure if she wanted an answer. 

Vala hesitated a moment before looking sidelong at Rae then turning to look back out over the darkened cityscape. She sighed and said softly, "Both." 

"Both!?" Rae exclaimed. "How can it be both?" 

Vala smiled wanly. "The Mistress asked the same thing. The Kaiser said, 'Fear not My Lady,'" Vala imitated his deep voice and mimicked one of his customary extravagant one-handed gestures, "'for we have a plan that cannot fail. The greater glory of German is all but assured and I shall be the ruler of the greatest empire the world has seen in an age!'" Vala shook her head and grimaced. "Fool." 

"Yes." Rae had to agree. She looked out over the city again. "What will happen?" 

Vala shrugged again, "War." 

Rae clucked her tongue again and said with a bit of a snap, "I know that, but what kind of war?" 

Vala paused before speaking, considering, "The Mistress says it will be long and brutal. The bloodiest war the world has yet known. She thinks these fool generals can only see the glory of it all and are ignoring the new world we live in. She says it will last for years and cost millions of lives. She said it may destroy us all." 

Rae sat staring at Vala in shocked awe. Finally she whispered, "How does she know this? How can she know more than the generals and rulers of empires?" 

"How does she know anything?" Vala asked. "She has lived far longer than you or I could even dream and she is far more powerful than you or I will ever be. She knows things, she sees things in the night, she hears things whispered in the dark, and she knows of the dreams of men. I cannot explain it, but we have both seen it too often to dismiss it. If she says there is to be war and it is to be horrible, then it will be." 

Rae didn't want to believe but Vala was right and in her heart, she knew the Mistress was as well. Germany, in fact all of Europe was pregnant with war. It was only a matter of time. "So what will we do?" 

"Leave." 

Rae figured as much. "Where will we go to? London?" 

"No, the Mistress thinks the war will find its way there as well. New York."

"America?" Rae gasped. She had visited New York only once and thought it to be a grand city, to visit. The city was huge and the people uncountable. It had all seemed so full of activity and so... alive. But to live there? She wasn't so sure. Rae got up and went to stand beside Vala at the railing. They stood for a long time in silence, looking out over the city that they both had come to call home. It would be hard to leave. "She is sure?" Rae finally asked, her voice catching in her throat. Vala looked over at her smiling that small, tight smile Rae knew so well. 

"Do you really need to even ask that?" 

Rae shook her head slowly, "No, I suppose not. If the Mistress said it, she is sure." 

They both lapsed into silence for a time. After a few minutes Vala turned to look up at Rae. "You're quiet, that's not like you." 

Rae shook her head and looked down but still didn't speak. 

Cocking her head to the side, Vala studied Rae as she slid closer. "Rae?" she said softly. 

Finally Rae looked up at her longtime friend, confidant and lover. Rae's eyes were wet with tears. 

Rae could see concern blossom in Vala's dark eyes as she was gripped by the shoulders and pulled close. "What is it Rae? Whatever is the matter?" 

Shaking her head, Rae sighed. "I don't know. I was sitting out here remembering the past, thinking about how I, how we, got here. Remembering the people that are gone." She shook her head. "And now with war coming and we have to leave..." she shook her head again. Brushing away the tears she turned and looked back out over the darkened cityscape. After a period of silence she said softly, almost whispering, "I've just been thinking a lot lately about what I really gave up for this... life." Her final word was bitter with irony. "My Dadda, a family, maybe a child or two." She looked at Vala and forced a smile. "Maybe three or four." She looked up at Vala and whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek, "I always thought I would have been a good mother." 

Vala smiled comfortingly at her friend and stroked her arm. "You would have been a wonderful mother."

Swallowing hard, Rae continued, "I suppose I was just feeling melancholy tonight, alone up here in the dark and then you come in talking about war again." Rae sighed and looked out into the darkness. After a minute of silence she said quietly, "I don't know Vala, maybe there is a reason people don't live this long. Maybe after a while the centuries of memories just become too much for anyone to bear. Sometimes I just feel so...so alone." 

"You're never alone Rae." Pulling her in closer, Vala stroked the top of her head and shushed her gently. "Don't worry Rae, it will all be fine. The Mistress and I will be with you. All of us will." She placed her hands on the side of Rae's face and gently turned her so she was looking into Vala's bottomless black eyes. "I'll always be here for you Rae, you know that. Always, Rae." She kissed her softly on the forehead, "Always."

Swallowing back a sob that wanted to escape, Rae pulled Vala into a fierce hug. She whispered in her ear, "Thank you Vala, you have always been so good to me." She sniffled. "You know, I don't remember if I ever told you this, but do you remember when I left you at the Mistress's estate all those years ago?"

"Of course." Vala said. "How could I ever forget?" 

"Well, after I left you there, I thought of you every day. At night I even dreamed of you. I imagined you coming back to me one day, saying how much you missed me, how much you wanted us to be together. It hurt my heart knowing that it would never really happen. Many a night I cried myself to sleep thinking of what I might have lost with you." She wiped away a tear. "It seemed so ridiculous at the time, after all, we had only known each other a few days at the time but you had changed something in me that first night. Awoken something in me. Now I know what happened of course..." As she spoke she ran her finger along Vala's lips. Gently she pushed Vala's mouth open slightly exposing her fangs, razor sharp even when retracted. "...you took me."

Vala started to say something but Rae quieted her with a gentle finger to her lips. "Ssssh." She whispered. When Vala acquiesced she resumed running a finger lovingly over Vala's gleaming white fangs. "So beautiful." She whispered. With slight movement, Rae pricked the tip of her finger on the needle like point of Vala's fang, drawing a single drop of brilliant crimson that glistened in the starlight. Watching in almost hypnotic fascination she touched the drop of her blood to Vala's tongue. 

The reaction was instantaneous. At the taste of blood, even Rae's undead blood, Vala's instinct to feed sprang to life and her fangs extended to their full length. Vala hissed as she sucked in a surprised breath. "Why did you do that?" She asked, her fangs giving her words a slight hiss. 

Rae again quieted her lover with a finger on her lips then went back to caressing her lover's now elongated fangs. The long curved teeth were wickedly sharp. They looked cruel, deadly, and in their own way, beautiful. 

"You took me on that first night in the mountains. You used your powers to take over my mind. To control me..." Rae said slowly looking up into Vala's eyes, "...to possess me." 

"I didn't even know..." Vala tried to protest. 

Rae shushed her again. "I know you didn't. You didn't know what was happening to you. You were scared and alone. I think in a way we both were. So the fates drew us together so we wouldn't be alone." She looked into Vala's eyes. "Just like they brought you and the Mistress back together after all those centuries. You were meant to be together." She paused, "And I think in a way, we were meant to be together too." 

She continued in a soft, breathy voice that was just barely above a whisper. "The night you finally came back for me and offered me eternity, to make me like you, to let me be with you forever, that was the happiest day of my life. I would have given anything to be with you again."

Another tear rolled down Rae's cheek and she looked down. "I know I'll never mean as much to you as the Mistress does, but I hope that..." her voice quivered and she stopped. Taking a deep breath she tried again, "I hope you... I... I just want you to know how much you mean to me. Since that first night together you've never been out of my thoughts for a single day. I... I love you Vala."

Vala sat silent for a long moment, considering her words carefully before speaking, "I love you to Rae. I think I always have. From the first time I saw you, you seemed so confident and self-assured. Even in that lumber camp full of all those rough woodsmen, no one would dare cross you. You were too strong for any of them. You were beautiful in your strength and in your confidence." After a pause she continued, "I don't think my heart is so small that I can't love who I want to. I do love the Mistress, but that doesn't mean I don't love you as well. Maybe my love for her isn't the same as my love for you but why does that matter? It doesn't mean my love for you is any smaller or less meaningful, only different. I care for you, you care for me, that should be enough."

"But what if you had to choose?" Rae asked.

"Why must I choose? The Mistress does not care who I choose to love as long as I love her. She is not jealous. The fates know she has many lovers besides me. Yes we are bonded but that does not exclude me from giving my love to others," she touched Rae's chin, making her look into her eyes, "from giving my love to you." She kissed Rae tenderly, "I'll never leave you Rae, I swear it."

Rae's lips quivered at the promise but she smiled a little. "I know." She whispered. "I know, but I just needed to hear you say it tonight." She kissed Vala back. "Thank you." 

Vala ran her hand down Rae's cheek to the side of her neck, her fingers touching in just the right places. 

Rae sighed with pleasure. "You do that so well." She purred. 

A smile curled the corners of Vala's mouth. "I've had three hundred years to practice." The fingers probed behind Rae's ears driving another sigh, this one closer to a growl. 

Vala leaned in close and whispered in Rae's ear, "Perhaps I should show you just how devoted to you I really am." She started at the top of Rae's ear and kissed her way down planting small, wet kisses till she reached the earlobe. With her tongue she deftly pulled the lobe into the mouth and tenderly worried the sensitive skin. 

Groaning, Rae grabbed a handful of Vala's hair and held her friend and lover in close. "You're so good." 

Stroking one of Rae's heavy breasts Vala said "Like I said, I've had a lot of practice." Her fingers found the hardening nipple even through the heavy material of Rae's fine dress and gently but firmly gripped the sensitive nub. 

Rae squirmed. 

Vala smiled. "You always did have such wonderfully, deliciously, sensitive breasts." She gave the nipple a firmer squeeze. 

Rae gasped softly. 

Still kissing and nibbling on Rae's ear and skillfully using only one hand, Vala started to unbutton the dozens of small pearl buttons running down the back of Rae's dress. In only a few moments the gown was loose and Vala slid a hand inside. The bustiere was sewn into the dress and Rae was naked under it. Vala cupped the heavy fullness of Rae's large breast. Her nipple was already hard and the areole was tight with her building excitement. Slowly, Vala's talented fingers traced the sensitive skin making Rae whimper with need. 

"Please Vala, I need you so badly tonight." Rae said earnestly. "Please..." 

Moving down, pulling the gown down with her, Vala placed a kiss between Rae's breasts. "Anything for you my love." She kissed one of the big nipples, "Anything." 

Lips, cool and firm, wrapped around Rae's hard nipple, pulling it in. A tongue, smooth and wet slid around it, rolled it and caressed it. Rae moaned. One hand held the back of Vala's neck, her fingers gripping the silky blond hair while her free hand went to her other breast and she gave herself a firm squeeze. Vala was certainly right about her having sensitive breasts. Pleasure rolled through her as she looked down at Vala, watching as her love suckled her. 

For several minutes Vala worried Rae's large, hard nipples, moving deftly between the two, leaving trails of wet, sucking kisses around each mound, down through the valley between and back up to the smooth pink areole of the other mount. Rae's moaning was becoming louder and more frantic with each wet caress. Vala's hand had also begun to roam farther and farther afield, sliding down Rae's back to fondle her backside. Rae shivered as she felt Vala's fingers making their way slowly, teasingly around under her bottom, making their way ever closer to her center. 

With a final, soft kiss between Rae's breasts, Vala stopped and looked up at Rae. Their eyes locked and once again Rae fell into the bottomless black void of Vala's incredibly dark eyes. Rae shivered and watched breathlessly as Vala stood up and backed away. With quick efficient movements Vala unbuttoned her gown. It slipped noiselessly down to pool around her feet. Her corset and smallclothes were likewise removed and then Vala stood before her, nude as the air except for shoes and jewelry. Even after all these years Rae was still taken aback by Vala's striking beauty. "By all the Gods Vala, you're beautiful." She whispered. 

Wordlessly Vala gave a small, almost shy smile of appreciation. She came up to Rae stopping just as their breasts touched. Leaning in, she kissed Rae softly, then pulling back she smiled another small smile that just showed just the barest hint of her still elongated fangs. 




Forever Again Ch. 08



Rae watched as Vala pulled in her lower lip and bit down slightly on one side with her fang. The pink skin of her perfect lip puckered in slightly for an instant before the fang pierced her. A single drop of brilliant crimson formed on Vala's punctured lip when she opened her mouth a moment later, another small flash of red gleamed on the tip of the fang. Rae felt her insides tighten at the sight of the blood, her instincts to hunt and feed, began to assert themselves. Slowly, decadently, Vala licked the red life from her lip with the tip of her tongue. Without a word Vala leaned in and kissed Rae deeply, pushing her tongue into her mouth, sharing the single crimson drop. 

At the hot, molten copper taste of the blood, Vala's blood, Rae's instinct to feed flared. Her fangs instantly unsheathed and hissed with need. 

Vala leaned away slightly and smiled a fierce, predator's smile revealing her own gleaming fangs in all their beautiful, deadly glory. In the gloom, her eyes glowed faintly crimson as they bored directly into Rae's soul. 

Rae shuddered under the intensity of Vala's enchanted gaze, she felt helpless but also complete. "Take me my love." She whispered. 

Vala wrapped her arms around Rae and pulled her in tight for a passionate, almost savage kiss. Her desperate need to be with this woman she loved so completely burst forth finally and she let it drive her. Their lips locked tightly, faces as close as could be, sharing their breath. Rae could taste blood and knew her tongue and lips had been cut by Vala's fangs and Vala had been cut by her in return but the taste only fueled their passions. Their blood, their lives, their souls intermingled, making them as one, bonded to each other, forever. 

After a seeming eternity, Rae pulled back gasping for air. "My love..." she whispered. 

Vala leaned down and wrapped her lips around one of Rae's large nipples again but this time was different. Vala's movements were stronger, more demanding. She was no longer gently caressing Rae's breast, now she was sucking hard, pulling on the large pink nub as she knew Rae liked. Rae groaned as Vala's hand came up and with expert fingers started to roll and tease the other nipple as well. Rae placed one hand on the back of Vala's head while the other hand sought out the stone railing for support. She looked out over the darkened city as she moaned aloud and hoped in a detached way that no one was looking up at that moment. 

Vala released Rae's nipple with a wet pop and looked up at her, smiling wickedly. At the look Rae felt a gush of wetness between her legs and her knees went weak. Strong fingers gripped both of Rae's nipples, making her whimper. 

"Do you like this, my Love?" Vala asked, her voice hissing through her fangs. 

"Yes." Rae hissed. 

The fingers pinched harder, rolling the firm, sensitive nubs. "Are you sure you like it? I could stop..." Vala teased. 

"Noooo." Rae moaned. "Please, I need it. I need you." 

One nipple was released and the hand trailed down her stomach. The fingers teased the soft hairs over her mount. "Perhaps you'd prefer this?"

Shuddering, Rae whispered, "Yesss."

"What was that?"

"Yes." Rae said louder. 

Vala stroked the soft hairs for a minute, building her lover higher. Her finger just grazing Rae's sensitive lips. "What do you want my Love?" Vala cooed, her voice thick with passion. "What would you like me to do?" 

Heat rose in her cheeks as Rae answered, "Enter me. I need you in me now." A moment later Rae gasped as Vala's finger slid between her wet outer lips. 

Vala dropped liquidly to her knees and kissed Rae's mount softly. "Anything for you my Love." One finger slid easily inside Rae driving a gasp from her as she leaned forward to grip the rail with both hands. 

Rae stared out over the darkened city skyline as Vala pushed up, deep inside her. The pleasure was exquisite. After centuries together, Vala knew exactly how to touch her. A second finger slid into her sex and she sensed Vala changing position under her. A throaty moan filled the air as she felt Vala's lips kiss her sex. Vala's tongue moved over her outer folds then down to her center. The moan became louder when Vala's tongue finally found her hard little clit. 

Without thinking, Rae began to roll her hips with the movement of the fingers inside her. She felt Vala push up and forward, hooking her fingers inside her, finding just the right spot. She indeed knew Rae well. 

Rae cried out as Vala drove her relentlessly higher. In minutes Rae was moaning uncontrollably, her hips rocking wantonly as she rubbed herself on Vala's face. She felt a tightness building rapidly in her core and knew release was approaching. "Val..." she gasped. "I...I..." 

At that moment Vala wrapped her lips around Rae's little center, sucked it in and flicked the tip with her tongue. 

Rae's world shattered as her body contracted with a shockingly hard climax. The hands clutching the railing locked on with a grip of iron as her back arched and she cried out in rapture. Hot waves rolled through her body as the climax filled every corner of her being and then some. On and on the pleasure went as Vala continued to flick her tongue over Rae's sensitive core. Her hips rocked back trying to get relief but Vala's strong fingers only pushed harder and deeper inside her, Vala had her, captured by her sex, controlled by her passion. 

Three more climaxes rolled through Rae, driving her to the brink of blackness. Her cries were becoming ragged, whimpering moans when Vala finally released her. 

Rae dropped to the cold flagstone floor beside Vala. The beautiful blond guided Rae's head into her lap and gently stroked her hair as she slowly drifted back. 

"You're beautiful when you're in rapture." Vala said quietly, still running her fingers through her hair. 

Still unable to speak, Rae nuzzled deeper into her lover, pressing her lips to Vala's smooth stomach, kissing the tender skin. 

Sometime later Rae finally felt able to speak. "No one can ever release me like you do Vala." She pushed herself up on one elbow and kissed Vala on the lips. Vala tasted of her sex and it rekindled Rae's fire. After sharing a long kiss, she pulled back and moved to Vala's breast, kissing her perfect, small pink nipple before wrapping her lips around it and starting to suckle. Vala moaned. Much like Vala knew Rae so well after centuries, Rae knew Vala just as well. She knew that her long time love would have been built to a fiery pitch by Rae's repeated climaxes. More so that almost any other woman Rae had slept with over the centuries, and there had been many, Vala was aroused greatly just by bringing another woman to her climax. Many times Rae had seen Vala climax without even being touched herself. Just by bringing another woman to her peak, Vala would peak herself. 

Knowing that Vala hadn't peaked while loving her meant that she must already be close. Probably very close. Rae grinned to herself. After years of sharing a bed, Rae well knew what Vala's favorite positions were. 

Sitting up, Rae kissed Vala deeply for a long minute, savoring the soft feel of her lips, the energetic movements of her tongue and the salty, musky taste of sex on her lips. Pulling back she looked deep into Vala's eyes before pushing her gently to the flagstone floor of the balcony. 

Vala lay back without protesting even at the touch of the cold stone floor on her naked flesh. 

Looking down Rae couldn't help but gaze at the image before her. Vala's pale, perfect body with her long legs, womanly hips, slender waist and full breasts was laid out before her in all its glory. Her silky blond hair was spread out around her head like a golden crown. Delicate pink lips smiled up at Rae expectantly while those unimaginably black eyes watched her lovingly. She was such a striking vision of unequaled beauty that for a minute Rae was paralyzed. For all the long centuries of her life yet to come, Rae would forever after hold that image of Vala in her mind as the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed in this world. 

Rae reflected that Kings and Emperors over the centuries had brought entire nations to war for just the chance to possess a woman with beauty that even approached Vala' unearthly radiance. 

She was surprised when Vala whispered, "You're so beautiful Rae." 

Rae looked down at her own body and mentally compared it to Vala. Her much larger breasts, thicker middle and wider hips. Her rounder face surrounded by mousy, dark blond hair, blue eyes and a small round nose. She smirked, "No, not like you." 

Reaching up, Vala traced one fingertip over Rae's cheek, trailed it down over her full breast then down between her thighs making Rae squirm. "You're beautiful to me Rae, you always have been." 

The honesty and devotion that statement carried made Rae's throat tighten with emotion. A single tear formed in the corner of Rae's eye. "You're so good to me Vala." she whispered. 

Vala's smile turned impish and she pushed the finger between the still sensitive lips of Rae's sex, making her gasp. "Yes, I am good to you, aren't I?" Vala's smirk widened as she wiggled the finger inside Rae. 

With a supreme force of will, Rae freed herself from Vala's talented fingers with a deft roll of her hips. Grabbing one of Vala's knees she pulled her lover's legs apart slightly and forced Vala's hips to roll back. Turning sideways, she straddled Vala and lowered herself onto the recumbent blond, sex to sex. The intimate touch was electric and they both gasped at the sensations. 

Vala started to push upward, rolling her hips against her but Rae stopped her with a hand to her stomach. "No, let me do this." She said softly. Lust and longing burned deep in her black eyes but none the less, Vala submitted to Rae's direction and lay back, closing her eyes, panting softly with her need. 

Controlling her own need, Rae moved her hips slowly, rhythmically at first, building them both up gently. The feel of their wet sexes slipping past each other was delicious and Rae couldn't contain her moaning. The whole time she moved, her eyes never left Vala. She watched her lover's every moan, every sigh and every twitch as her passion built up inside her. 

As both of them continued to climb, Rae's movements became faster and needier. She pushed and rolled harder, trying to make the contact even more intense. Vala's movements and noises were becoming more desperate as well and she knew her lover was close. 

"Go my love." Rae gasped. "I want to... to... watch." 

That was all it took to push Vala over the edge. She cried out and thrust her hips up hard into Rae as she climaxed. 

Rae gripped Vala by the knee, pulling her leg up and holding them together as she continued to roll her hips, continued to push Vala higher. She watched Vala's beautiful face contort in tortured delight as another climax took her. Rae watched Vala's jaw clench, her eyes close and her nostrils flare as she sucked in quick breath before groaning long and low, her body bucking under her. "Ooooh..." Vala moaned "Yesss...there...right there...yesss..." 

Following Vala's directions, Rae tried to keep her motions precisely where Vala wanted. She shifted her hips back and forth slightly trying to get it just right... 

With a cry, Vala arched her back and clutched at Rae with a grip of iron as another surge took her. "Yes...!" She yelled. "Rae...I... uuuh..." 

Rae could feel the wetness between her legs increase and knew Vala's climax had been very powerful. Finally it was all too much for her. Watching her love in the throes of ecstasy, hearing her cries, feeling Vala's wetness covering her sex, the scent of their lust filling her head... with a shriek, Rae came.

Hours later they had moved off the balcony and into Rae's enormous bedroom. The heavy curtains were drawn against the coming dawn but still the room was brightening noticeably. Wrapped in each other's embrace, the scent of sex heavy on the air, they lay quietly, simply enjoying each other's company. 

Eventually, Rae broke the silence, "How long do you think till we will have to travel to America?"

Vala stroked her hand over Rae's cheek and kissed the top of her head. "Not for a while yet I should think." 

Turning her head up Rae looked into Vala's eyes and smiled at the love she saw reflected there. "Not this morning then?" She raised one eyebrow mischievously. 

Vala's own smile became mischievous in return and she bent down to kiss Rae softly on the lips. "No, not this morning my Love." She pulled Rae into a kiss. They rolled over and settled deeper into the huge, luxurious bed. With one arm, Rae pulled a blanket over them closing out the world for just a bit longer. 

* * *

Huntington, New York, 1929

Gravel pinged and rattled off the underside of the Stutz Bobtail Speedster as Rae dropped the transmission down one gear and floored the accelerator as she came out of the corner. The rear of the car slewed wildly out and she turned the steering wheel out of the turn to compensate, controlling the car's direction more with the throttle than the steering wheel. As the rear tires found traction on the gravel road the car came back on center and charged ahead. Rae shifted into fourth gear, cramming the heavy lever into its notch with a metallic crunch as the gears grudgingly engaged. 

A broad grin was plastered on Rae's face as she watched the needle on the speed gauge climbing towards seventy. The howl of the wind around the small twin windshields and the roar of the tires on the gravel road was nearly drowned out by the banshee like wail of the exhaust from the big inline eight cylinder engine. 

The trees beside the road flashed past in a terrifying blur as the roadster devoured the road that stretched out into the darkness before it. 

"Please...stop!" Came a cry from the seat beside her.

Rae glanced over to see Greta practically in tears and gripping the door handle with so much force that Rae wondered if the petite woman might actually tear it off. 

After a few more moments of relishing the speed, Rae took pity on Greta and eased off on the accelerator, letting the car coast down to a more civilized speed. As the speed fell away the auditory cacophony died away as well and Rae could hear the girl whimpering in terror. 

After she collected her wits Greta said slowly, carefully annunciating each word, "Don't... ever... do... that... again." 

Laughing, Rae downshifted the car into third gear then into second as she turned off the main road onto a side road. The road before them was lightened by the cars big electric lamps and the countryside around them was illuminated by a stunning early summer full moon. A road sign announcing Huntington Center 4 miles flashed past in the headlight's glow. Rae glanced over again and could see the relief written all over Greta's freckled face as the woman realized that they were almost to the summer estate. "You don't like my new car?" She asked innocently. 

Greta looked over, her eyes still wide, "No, sorry. I prefer the Mistress's Dusenberg to this..." she hesitated, then continued, "little... thing. I especially prefer Branwen's driving to yours."

Rae laughed, "Branwen? She drives that car like an old woman driving a horse cart!" She laughed again. 

"She is an old woman in case you've forgotten. So are you if you'll bother to remember." 

"While I will admit that technically three hundred and eighty nine is pretty old, I try hard not to think of myself as old. I did that years ago, acting mature and reflective, in the end it did me absolutely no good at all. All it did was make me lonely, bored and miserable. Now I'm going to enjoy myself, act however I want and to hell with the consequences." 

A set of red tail lights appeared farther up the road and Rae slowed down as she gained on the slower moving car. After a minute she had pulled up behind the slower moving burgundy and white Packard. Rae thought there were probably more luxury cars in northern Long Island, the Gold Coast as it was known, than anywhere else in the world during the summer as the elite of New York society escaped the heat of the city in the summer. 

As soon as the road straightened Rae crammed the gearshift down into second gear and floored the accelerator, whipping the smaller Speedster out around the huge lumbering Packard in a spray of gravel and a wail of exhaust noise. 

Rae looked in the small rear view mirror strapped to the top of the fender mounted spare tire and smirked as she saw the Packard's headlights weaving madly back and forth across the road as the other driver swerved away from her wild pass. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Greta looking at her and she turned making eye contact. Greta was looking at her with a look of stern disapproval that would have stung even the Mistress. 

Rae shrugged it off and with one eyebrow raised asked as innocently as she could, "What?" 

Greta only shook her head and looked back to the road ahead but Rae caught the ghost of a smile playing at the corners of the readhead's full lips as the car charged on into the night. 

* * *

The Stutz rolled slowly backward into one of the parking stalls in the huge old carriage house that had, at Rae's insistence, been converted into a garage a few years ago. 

The ignition clicked off with a loud pop and the engine sputtered to a stop. After the constant noise of their long drive out to the country estate the sudden quiet was deafening. Rae had parked the car next to the Mistress's brand new black and silver, two tone Dusenberg Model J custom towncar. Rae took a moment to admire the extravagantly grand new automobile with its large enclosed rear passenger compartment and traditional open roofed driver's seat. She knew Branwen enjoyed driving the big car at night but during the daylight hours the task was handled by a hired chauffeur while the Mistress and her guests rode in the rear compartment with curtains drawn to protect them from the suns painful rays. 

The huge town car limousine dwarfed Rae's far smaller Stutz Speedster and Rae almost laughed at the sudden mental image of how much her smaller two seater resembled a tug boat for the Mistress's huge ocean liner of a towncar. 

The lights inside the old carriage house were off so Rae left the Stutz's headlights on. The glaring electric light reflected off the brilliant chrome and gleaming red paint of Else's Bentley Speed 6 Coupe that was parked directly across the main isle and threw wild shadows and reflections around the inside if the building. 

With a languid stretch Rae worked the kinks out of her back as she climbed out through the small half door, pushing it closed with a lovingly gentle click. 

Greta was far less caring of the mechanical conveyance and source of her recent misery. She slammed the car door shut with a bang and headed out through the large, swing out double doors, towards the main house. 

Rae smirked to herself at the behavior as she removed her bags from the small storage area behind the seats. She thought of chiding Greta about the servant leaving the employer to carry her own bags but the thought was only fleeting. 

Greta and her twin sister Branwen had long ago ceased being true servants of the Mistress. They had become something akin to personal assistants, primarily for Vala but also to a lesser degree Inga, Else and herself. Rae found it slightly odd that even after almost four centuries the sisters still felt the need to serve others when they could easily be their own masters with the immense powers they both possessed but for whatever reason, the sisters seemed to be happiest when under another's directions. That was especially true if that person happened to be Vala. Perhaps it was something in their nature, or perhaps it was something else. 




Forever Again Ch. 08



Personally, Rae suspected it was probably some combination of a naturally submissive nature coupled with Vala's mind control all reinforced when they were transformed so that the condition became permanent. Whatever the reason, the twins were completely loyal and devoted to Vala. 

Less than five feet from where Rae stood collecting her bags, a shadow detached it's self from the wall and took a step towards her. Rae gasped in surprise and dropped her bags as she stumbled back a step before her mind registered what happened. 

"By the Goddess, Branwen! Don't do that to me!" Rae took a deep breath and placed a hand over her suddenly racing heart. 

With a smile that was somehow both obsequiously apologetic and irritatingly haughty, Branwen bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Rae quirked one eyebrow and snorted in a very unladylike manner, "Don't give me that, yes you did." She reached down and righted one of the suitcases that had fallen over when she jumped.

With a nod and a smile Branwen acquiesced, "Ok, so I did. But it serves you right for scaring my sister on the drive here like you did."

"I didn't scare her that much." Rae muttered as she brushed the dust off the bag and set it down more easily this time. Crossing her arms under her heavy breasts, she sat back on the car's rear fender. "She was just over reacting. I was only having a little fun." 

"No, you went too far." Branwen said flatly. "She was terrified. I know, I felt it." The authority in her voice brooked no argument. 

One of the things that still marveled Rae even after almost four centuries was the bond that had formed between the twins upon their transformation. She had heard it said that all twins shared a special bond that only twins had. Some even said that certain twins could sense each other's thoughts and emotions. Rae didn't know if that was really true but after seeing Greta and Branwen interact over the years, Rae wouldn't be surprised to find out it was. 

The bond between Greta and Branwen had been mild at first but in the years following their transformation, the connection became stronger and more dynamic. Within a few years of their transformation the twins could sense each other's emotions even at significant distances. By the time a decade ad passed, they were to the point of sharing physical sensations. When one sister stubbed a toe, the other knew it and would yelp in pain even if she were a hundred miles away. Whatever mild mystical bond the twins had possessed before, it had been vastly intensified after their transformation.

Attempting to change the subject away from her driving habits and the frightened Greta, Rae asked, "Is anyone else here yet?" 

"No, Vala and the Mistress are coming in by train the day after tomorrow. Else and Inga should be arriving tomorrow, also by train. I am picking them up at Central Station later in the evening." Branwen took a step forward and picked up two of the cases. "Now stop changing the subject." She looked Rae in the eyes and for an instant Rae was pinned by their brilliant green depths. With Rae sitting back, she was now almost at eye level with the shorter woman "Please stop scaring her. She really doesn't like it when you drive like that." 

Seeing the earnest look in her eyes, Rae relented. "Ok, I'll go easy on her next time." 

Nodding her acceptance of Rae's gesture, Branwen smiled, "Thank you." Pointing her chin towards the car, "Next time you want to go for a fast drive with someone, just ask me instead. I enjoy the thrill a lot more than she ever will." 

Rae found this both amusing and completely implausible. She studied the woman for a moment, trying to see if she was toying with her but couldn't decide. "You? I've never seen you go over thirty miles per hour." 

"That's because you're always riding with Vala or the Mistress in the car when I'm driving. There are appearances to keep up you know." She quirked one eyebrow and twisted her lips into a half smile, perfectly mimicking Rae's customary expression of wry amusement, "And the Mistress would skin me alive if I drove like you with her in the back. But if you don't believe me, maybe we should take out the cars some night and we'll see who is crazier behind the wheel." 

Rae was more than a little surprised at the pretty red head's playfulness tonight. It was a side that showed it's self rarely and when it did Rae was almost never the target. "What's gotten into you tonight?" 

With a little twist of her lips, Branwen set the suitcases back down and took a step closer to Rae, looking up into her eyes. The petite redhead was much slighter of build than Rae and almost a head shorter, the top of her curly red hair barely coming to Rae's chin when they were standing. "I don't know. Must have been the exhilaration I felt through Greta while you two were driving. The excitement and thrill doesn't do a thing for her, scares her silly really, but it works well on me. It gets me all fired up." She took another step right up to Rae who was still sitting on the car fender, now looking on in bewildered amazement. "Also, Greta kept sneaking glances at you while you were driving. She really does have a thing for girls with big breasts, you know." Branwen said with a provocative leer at the generous swath of Rae's cleavage that was exposed by her low cut blouse. "I think she really liked the way that new blouse accentuates your..." She lightly traced a finger over the exposed tops of Rae's breasts for a moment before continuing, "...features." 

Rae could only nod doubly at the revelations form Branwen. The whole situation was slowly slipping into a bizarre unreality for Rae. It wasn't the admission that Greta was into women with large breasts, that was no surprise at all. They all had known that for centuries. What was surprising was the way Branwen was apparently coming on to her. It was rare for Branwen, or Greta for that matter, to ever initiate intimacy or even flirt on their own. They were typically very passive and while more than willing to accept another's flirting or invitation for affection, they vary rarely sought out either on their own. Simple lust just wasn't in them... usually. 

Branwen hooked a finger into Rae's cleavage and pulled the bodice down a little, exposing more of the soft, creamy mounds as she said in a throatier voice, "So while I was getting turned on by the thrill of your driving, she was getting turned on by the thrill of looking at you. But since we share all our feelings, we were really getting double dosed with arousal." 

As Branwen had closed the distance between them Rae became aware of the excitement that was practically rolling off the smaller redhead in waves. She wondered that she hadn't noticed it before now but decided that the experience of seeing Branwen making a sexual advance was such a rarity that it just hadn't registered. Deciding to play a bit coy and let Branwen drive for a while, Rae asked, "So if you were getting so turned on by both sets of feelings, shouldn't Greta be all hot to trot now as well? The way she stormed out of here a few minutes ago, she sure didn't seem in the slightest bit excited, except maybe about the prospect of getting away from me."

Branwen looked up into Rae's eyes and pinned her again with that amazing green-eyed stare. "Oh she was. She was just mad at you and was hiding it, or trying to. Believe me when I say she is very turned on at the moment. In fact I'd say she has slipped off someplace quiet to take care of her rather, um... personal needs." 

Rae felt her jaw drop and she forced it closed with a click. "You're kidding." 

A lascivious smile split Branwen's full lips showing her gleaming white teeth. Rae could see the razor sharp incisors gleaming in reflected headlights, retracted but still deadly sharp. "No, I can tell everything that she is doing, remember." She hooked the finger harder into Rae's bodice, pulling it down further while also pulling her closer so that their faces were only a breath apart. She whispered, "Would you like me to tell you what she's doing?" 

With a voyeuristic thrill and a rush of heat in her core, Rae nodded in mute fascination. 

Her green eyes slipped closed and Branwen let out a soft, breathy moan as she let herself fall deeper into the connection with her sister. "She is down on her knees on something soft. Not carpet, it's too soft. Probably her bed since I can feel the fabric wrapping up around her legs from her knees to her feet. She's pulling her dress up over her head now. I can feel the fabric sliding over her skin." Branwen sighed a little. "She's so turned on that just taking the dress off felt wonderful. She's working at getting her corset off now. I can feel her fingers pulling on the stings." A few seconds passed and she continued, "She's frustrated. The knot is too tight, she can't get it loose and her need is building. She wants it off now."

Rae listened and was both fascinated and aroused listening to Branwen speak of what her sister was feeling. She noted with amazement that she could actually hear the tone of Branwen's voice changing to one of frustration as she shared her sister's emotions. She watched silently as her own need built quickly between her thighs and started spreading out from there. She felt herself getting wetter by the moment and her nipples were already straining painfully at her own undergarments. 

"Finally." Branwen continued, her voice clearly reflecting her sister's relief. "It's off. I can feel her breasts move freely now. I can feel the cool air on her sweaty skin as she peels the constricting garment off. It feels so wonderful." She looks to Rae almost pleadingly, "Take mine off too."

"Your corset?" 

"Everything." Branwen breathed hoarsely, "I want to feel more of what my sister is feeling. Strip me." 

Nodding wordlessly, Rae starts unbuttoning Branwen's dress. The dress fastened up the back and Rae was a bit dismayed at the sheer number of small pearl buttons marching up in a straight line from the curve of her backside up to the high neckline. 

"She's cupping her breasts now." Branwen moaned softly and her head rolled a little. "They feel wonderful, so smooth and firm. Her nipples are hard and..." she gasped in surprise, "Oh! She's just pinched her nipples. Yesss... she's rolling them now... oh Goddess this feels so good." Her eyes snapped open and she twisted her head around to look at Rae. "Get my dress off! Please!" She pleaded. 

"I'm working on it." Rae grumbled. She had most of the buttons undone with only a few left to go. "Next time you're going to be a voyeur on your sister, wear something with fewer buttons." 

"Rip it off." Branwen growled but even as she spoke Rae popped the last button. The fabric came loose and slid down to pool around Branwen's feet. She moaned in anticipation. "The corset too." A few moments later she felt the constriction around her middle lessen she moaned again. 

"She's realized what I'm doing I think." Branwen said quietly. "At least she knows I'm copying her and spying on her. I don't think she knows you're here with me." She cupped her own breasts and sighed with pleasure. "At least not yet." 

"Will she be embarrassed? Or angry?" 

"She's too turned on for either I think. The idea of me copying her is exciting her even more. I can feel her excitement. She's soaking wet and...aaaah!" Branwen almost fell and probably would have if Rae hadn't caught her. "She just touched herself." Branwen breathed then groaned. "So good..."

"She feels you holding me." Branwen moaned. "She knows you're with meeee..." She panted. "She's fingering herself. She wants us... no, me, she wants me to climax for you. Ungh..." Branwen grunted as her knees buckled and she sagged heavily into Rae's arms. "She wants you to watch me come."

Rae's body was singing with sexual arousal and need from the show that Branwen, no, both sisters had been giving her as she clutched at the moaning redhead wondering what to do with her. It wasn't that the girl was heavy. With her preternatural strength Rae could have easily carried her slim body all night. The problem was the garage floor was filthy and Rae didn't feel right about laying her down in the dirt. Working one hand free she managed to open the rear door to the Mistress's Duesenberg and set Branwen down on the sill, lying her back as gently as she could on the plush, carpeted floor. The back passenger compartment in the custom towncar was huge with two plushly upholstered seats in the back and two smaller rear facing jumpseats mounted to the wall that divided the passenger compartment from the driver. With the jump seats folded up, the open space on the floor was almost as large as a bed. 

Branwen continued to groan and pant as her head rolled about. Her hands went to her breasts and she gave her nipples a hard squeeze. "Is that want you wanted Greta?" She whispered to her sister. "Was that good? Do you want more?" She gave her nipples another hard pinch, rolling them and pulling them as she moaned. "Yesss... do it." Her eyes opened and Rae saw the intensity of Branwen's hunger burning there. "Take you clothes off. I... no, we, need to taste you. Please... we need it."

The entire situation was bizarre in the extreme to Rae but it was also very exciting to her because it was so unexpected. In all her years with the Mistress and Vala, the twins had never really shown all that much interest in her, at least not sexually. Certainly she had slept with them many times when the mood struck, often times because of her and the twins mutual attachment to Vala. But this kind of wanton need for her by them was something new. The sexual connection between the sisters was also something new to Rae. She had never before seen it displayed to this extreme and had to wonder if it was real of if Branwen was playing it up for her benefit. 

The thought suddenly occurred to Rae that perhaps the full moon had something to do with the seemingly intensified connection between the sisters. Being creatures of the night, they all were influenced by they phases of the moon far more than normal beings. All of their powers waxed and waned to a certain degree based on its phases and she imagined the twin's connection would be no different from those other powers. Now that she thought of it Rae could feel her own powers were actually running very high at that moment and she tried to remember if tonight's full moon was something special. She couldn't recall but she had a vague memory of Vala mentioning something about it a few weeks back. The memory danced elusively on the edges of Rae's mind but she couldn't quite remember. She decided that it really didn't matter what the reason for the special moon was, the result was what mattered. She felt wonderful and flooded with power and apparently so did the twins. Without much effort she pushed the thoughts away and climbed into the car the rest of the way, settling down next to Branwen. 

A hungry desperation now in her voice, Branwen hissed, "Take you clothes off. I need you." As she said it she pulled clumsily at Rae's blouse, managing only to rip the buttons free, exposing Rae's undergarments. An almost feral growl escaped the smaller woman as she yanked the silk bra. 

Rae felt the sting as the flimsy silk straps snapped and then the coolness of the night air on her exposed breasts. She was glad at that moment that she had long ago given up the more traditional corsets that the twins still favored. If Branwen, with her inhuman strength, had yanked off a corset like she just had that flimsy brazier it might have broken Rae's spine. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when Branwen wrapped her arms around her and pulled Rae down before she could actually get any more of her clothes off. With an almost savage need, Branwen wrapped her lips around Rae's big nipple and sucked on it, hard. 

With a surprised gasp, Rae fell forward over Branwen who was lying flat on her back now. Rae's blond hair tumbled down as she looked down at the pretty maiden desperately suckling breast. Branwen switched from one to the other, leaving wet trails of kisses and bites as she moved between them. Whichever nub she wasn't worrying with her teeth and lips, she twisted and rolled with her strong fingers. 

Rae relished the attention that Branwen was lavishing on her sensitive breasts and moaned appreciatively. Beneath her Branwen's movements were becoming more frantic as her sister's climax approached. The suckling and pulling on her nipples was becoming harder and more frantic with every passing second and Rae wondered how much longer the twins could hold off their peak. 

Rae's nipple was released with wet pop as the hands on her breasts slid down to her hips and then to her thighs. Branwen pulled herself down while also pushing Rae up, bunching Rae's skirt up around her waist. Rae hardly had time to register the change before her hips were pulled down and her panties pushed aside as Branwen's tongue invaded her hot sex. Rae let out a startled bark of pleasure as the small redhead expertly rolled her tongue around inside Rae for a few seconds before sliding out to lick around her clit and then back. She could feel more than hear the girl's moaning as her peak approached. 

Rae sat back on her haunches so she could look down into Branwen's amazing green eyes. She shuddered at the intensity of the lust burning in them and the lewdness of seeing the pretty girls' face between her thighs, her red hair spread out in a fan around her, her lips wrapped around Rae's aching clit.

As they made eye contact, Branwen released Rae's clit and cried out. "By the Goddess... oh... she's coming... she's... I, I'm... aaaagh!" Her face contorted in ecstasy and her fingernails dug painfully into Rae's thighs as she shared her sister's climax. Rae watched, captivated as her lover had several long powerful climaxes without even being touched. The novelty of the experience brought Rae to the brink of climax herself. She could feel the impending release simmering deep in her core, only needing a little more prodding to finally come raging to the surface. 

After several minutes, Branwen regained her senses to a degree and she took a long, slow lick of Rae's sex. She let out a little contented sigh, "Greta thinks you're delicious tonight. Your taste is driving her wild." She squeaked a little and shuddered. "She's doesn't usually climax so easily or more than once alone. Typically, only Vala can get her going like that. I...ungh... she's ..." Branwen's face contorted, "No... oh no Greta, stop...please. Not another... no... I can't...I can't... " she said weakly, clinging to Rae's strong thighs as if she were about to be swept away. Sweat was beading on her brow and dampening the red hair at her temples as she was carried towards another climax. Her words became inarticulate as her passions raced towards another release. 

"Yes... yes... I will." She moaned then opened her eyes. "She wants me to... to... make you..." she moaned before gasping, "...to come... on my face..." her body shuddered. "...to taste you." With desperate strength, Branwen gripped Rae by her thighs and plunged her tongue deep inside Rae's needy sex. The sudden invasion made Rae cry out and she fell forward onto her hands to straddle the petite red head. The move didn't unseat Branwen. She clung to Rae, rolling around inside her before moving to up to her clit, wrapping her lips around the hard little nub, sucking it in and lashing it with her tongue. 

It took only a few seconds of the expert attention on her aching bud to push Rae into ecstasy. She cried out in rapture as her release flooded through her veins, searing away all conscious thought with a blinding flash. Surge after surge washed through her body, consuming her from the inside out, leaving her an empty, moaning shell lying insensible on the car' carpeted floor. 




Forever Again Ch. 08



* * *

The world came slowly back to Rae as the euphoric fog slowly dissipated. Her dazed mind worked slowly, trying to put her thoughts back in order, trying to make sense of what she was feeling. The afterglow from her multiple orgasms continued to flow delightfully though her veins and she sighed with satisfaction at how wonderful her body still felt. Her nipples still throbbed delightfully and her entire body felt warm and...

Her eyes snapped opened and she raised her head. Looking down she saw two masses of red hair splayed out on her chest. With a moan she put her disjointed feelings in order and aligned them with what her disbelieving eyes were showing her. One twin was snuggled up to her on either side, each suckling one breast while leisurely grinding themselves into her nude thighs. Apparently the rest of her clothes had been properly removed while she was still in her post orgasmic stupor. 

One twin, Greta she thought, looked up and smiled. "She's finally rejoined us." The other released her nipple and also looked up, the same little smile played across both faces. "That must have been quite the little string climaxes you had. You've been lying there in a daze moaning and twitching for about twenty minutes now. We were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to wake up." 

Rae couldn't hold back a groan at the deeply erotic sight of the identical twins before her. As she watched, the twin who had spoken first, Greta, leaned over to her sister and kissed her deeply in a very unsisterly way. They kissed like that for several long seconds, their tongues dancing until finally Greta broke away. Licking her lips she smiled wickedly, "I can still taste you on her tongue, you know. You're delicious." 

As one, they returned to lavishing attention on Rae's breasts for a few more deliciously long minutes while also continuing to grind themselves against her. Rae noted in a hazy, detached way that the twins moved in perfect harmony with each other. As one was sliding her hips down Rae's thigh, rocking forward, the other was moving in the opposite direction. Perfectly synchronized, like a choreographed dance, albeit a very erotic and sensual one. After a short while the twins started making identical little whimpering, moaning noises into Rae's breasts. Their movements became faster and more forceful as they continued to climb. 

Rae was gripped by the sudden, intense desire to see the twin looks of rapture on their faces as they came. She wanted to look them in their matching green eyes and watch them climax together. Reaching up, Rae grabbed each girl by the hair and pulled their heads up, away from her breasts. They released her nipples and looked into her face questioningly, lust burning in both of them. She looked them both in the eye at the same time as best she could and whispered in her most seductive, enchanting voice, "Look at me. I want to watch you." She put every ounce of her desire and lust into her command, willing the twins to obey her completely. As the words slipped past her lips, Rae could feel in her core that her words were more powerful tonight thanks to the full moon. In fact she sensed that she had just put more power behind that command than any other she had before in the entirety of her long life up until that moment. The thick, heavy words of her command seemed to fill the air inside the towncar with her power till Rae imagined she could actually feel the words crawling over her skin. Normally Rae couldn't command others the same as the Mistress or Vala could though she was quite powerful in her own right. The influence of her voice shouldn't have the same effect on a fellow vampire, even less powerful ones such as the twins, as it would have on a mere mortal, but tonight... 

Rae watched fascinated as the twin's eyes glazed over as the powerful words driven by the power of the full moon slipped deep into their minds. Minds which were already open and willing because of their aroused state. 

As one they whispered, "Yesss." 

"Can you really feel everything your sister is feeling?" Rae asked neither of them in particular.

"Almost everything." The both moaned.

Rae wanted more. Digging deep into her core, she whispered thickly, "You now share everything. Your minds are completely open to eachother. You will share your mind with your sister. You are completely open to your sister from now on." The irresistible words rolled into the small space of the car's cabin, making the wood and metal around them creak and groan in protest as the windows of the towncar rattled with barely contained energy. 

Rae was shocked at the power that she had just called forth and more than a little frightened. She didn't really know where that thought had come from and she didn't' really know if it would make any difference since the twins were already so open to each other but as soon as the words popped into her head she knew she had to say them. Now that the words were out she wasn't so sure it had been a good idea. She realized could actually see ripples of power in the air around the twins as the enchanted words were absorbed into them. 

As one the sisters cried out with pleasure, "Yes!" 

Her nervousness at what she may have done was quickly overpowered by her lust and after a minute she pushed her worries down. By now the twin's wetness was running down Rae's thighs as they continued their slow, rhythmic grind. She held them there for a few more long moments, enjoying their show, savoring their identical cries of bliss. As their passions continued to rage, she studied their faces more closely, noting that when one felt something, her face contorting in ecstasy, the other would follow suit only a fraction of a second later. Watching the way they shared their pleasure was erotic in in the extreme. Trying to imagine what they were experiencing, Rae felt a momentary flash of jealousy, wishing that she could join them. 

Gripping them by their curly red hair, she twisted them face to face and whispered, "Kiss." They complied eagerly, their tongues resuming the sensual dance of a few minutes before. Their movements were becoming almost frantic as they approached their peak but Rae wasn't done with them yet. "You're not allowed to climax until I say you can. Do you understand?" She whispered into their minds. 

Still kissing, in unison they whimpered into each other's mouths. "But we're so close. Please..." 

Rae increased her grip on their hair and twisted them away from their kiss, making them face her. Their pink lips shimmered in the dim light of the car's interior as they looked at her in desperation. "Not until I say so." She whispered in a low, savage tone that made the twins whimper anew. 

"Yes Mistress." They whispered as they both shuddered. 

She let them continue to ride her for a while longer as her own passions built from the erotic display before her and from the turn on she got by controlling others during sex. When their moans had devolved into pleading whimpers she decided that it was probably time to give them some relief. She looked at Greta, "Is your sister ready?" 

"Yes!" The woman gasped. 

"Can you feel her?"

"Yes!" 

She turned to Branwen, "And is Greta ready to come? Can you feel it in her?" 

"Oh Goddess yes! She's... she's so... so ready." 

Rae settled back and looked up at the two beautiful, identical faces looking down at her, urgently needing release. She caressed both their faces then let her hands wander down to their breasts for and few moments, tweaking their small, pink nipples and enjoying the way they both jumped. Finally she looked at them both and feeling her own excitement raging in her core, said, "You may come." 

The reaction was as instantaneous as it was glorious. As one the twins shrieked in rapture. Each face a perfect mirror image of her sister in every way. Both squeezed their legs tight around Rae's thighs as their sexes convulsed with their stunning mutual climax. Sexual energy seemed to flood off the twins in waves as they came over and over again, sharing each other's rapture as they moaned and cried out in perfect harmony. Rae could feel their slick wetness flowing out of them, running down her legs to mingle with her own wetness pooling under her ass. Both twins thrust their hips down into Rae in perfectly timed movements that matched the cries and shudders of their bodies as they brought themselves to climax two more times as Rae watched. Finally they collapsed together on top of Rae and lay there moaning softly and twitching in unison.

Rae let them lie there for a time, enjoying the feel of their small, firm bodies lying across her, liking the little moans that still escaped their lips as their shared their orgasmic afterglow. She let her own built up sexual tension simmer, knowing that the longer she held off her own release, the more delicious it would be when it finally came. 

Her eyes roamed around the inside of the ornate town car taking in the highly polished wood, the gleaming chrome, the opulent fabrics and the supple leather. She closed her eyes and took in a deep slow breath through her nose. Her heightened senses picked up so many subtle individual scents that she had to think for a moment to sort them all out. The soft and somehow warm smell of leather and wood of the car's interior overlaid the sharper, acrid smell of gasoline and metal outside. Under that she could pick up the scent of dirt, hay and horses that still lingered in the old carriage house. All these scents filled Rae's mind but over it all was the heavy, sticky sweet scent of womanly lust. The smell only served to fuel Rae's desire and she smiled while taking in another deep breath. 

Eventually the simmering became too much for even her strong will and she decided the twins had had enough of a breather. They still had one job left to do.

"Was that good?" She whispered to them. 

"Yesss..." they said together. Although it was more of a groan than intelligible speech, Rae understood them just fine. 

"You still have one thing to do, you know." 

Catching her meaning, they sat up in unison and without any apparent communication turned resituating themselves. They got onto their knees and one on either side of her, turned around, displaying their perfect little bottoms to her as they leaned in moving between her legs. Gently, almost reverently, the spread her legs as wide as they would go and then some. Rae noted in a detached manner that she was probably going to be sore tomorrow from tonight's exertions. She wasn't exactly one hundred and fifty anymore. 

A series of small, tender kisses and licks started at her knees and descended downward as the twins worked their way slowly to her womanhood. She looked down her body, between her breasts and saw only shoulders and a huge mass of curly red hair as both twins lowered their faces between her legs. She thought that they must be cheek to cheek as they hovered over her sex. She could feel their breath, cool on her clit and she shivered. Goddess, she thought, they're even breathing at the same time. Again she wondered if her command for them to feel each other more deeply might have gone too far but her thoughts were interrupted. 

Her hips twitched as she felt a tongue trace down one side of the outer lips of her sex. A long slow stroke of the tongue that started above her clit and traveled down to delve into her for just a moment before resuming the trip back up to her clit again. Rae groaned in appreciation but the groan turned to a sharp little gasp as she felt another tongue start the same rhythm on the other side of her clit. As before, the sisters moved in perfect time with each other, acting and seemingly thinking as one. Rae's pleasure soaked brain marveled that they could manage to get both their faces in so close but the tension in her inner thighs told her she was spread wide open at the moment. 

Her excitement built quickly now as the twins worked eagerly on her. Their talented tongues dancing around her aching core, teasing her, circling, dipping inside then circling back. Never stopping, always moving, driving her passion relentlessly higher. The night had been so deeply erotic and exciting for Rae and her passion had been built to such lofty state by watching the twin's earlier displays that she knew that she would never be able to resist their attention for long. After just a few minutes the twins already had her speeding towards the precipice and she knew that within moments she would go over the brink. 

She placed her hands on the women's perfect, slim bottoms and gave them each a firm squeeze, enjoying the firm softness of their bodies. Feeling herself building towards climax, she slipped one finger into each twin, delighting in the way each sex clamped around the invading digit at the same moment. Greta and Branwen gasped in unified surprise but their attention to her sex never faltered. 

With an iron will, Rae held off her climax for a few seconds more. She spoke to the twins, putting every ounce of her power into her words she said, "Cum with me... right now! Do it..." she felt her fangs elongating as the needs of her body finally slipped beyond her control and she tipped over the edge. She hissed, "...now!" 

Unable to resist her power, she felt their identical sexes clamp down hard on her fingers as they both came instantly. She could feel their twin cries of rapture in her sex and she released the last tattered threads of her restraint. Her back arched as a scream of utter abandon was ripped from her throat. Lava boiled over her skin and ice flowed through her veins as her entire world was shattered by one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. The relentless power of the orgasmic storm inside her was irresistible as it tore through her body, breaking down all her barriers and invading every corner of her soul. 

On and on the delicious agony went, surging through her, surrounding her, carrying her away with its elemental strength. Dimly she was aware of the twins clinging to her, sharing her climax as she had commanded them to. Their cries were muffled as they continued to plunge into Rae's core driving her ruthlessly on. 

Again and again she peaked, her entire body singing out in blissful torment. Once an apex passed she could feel herself sliding down gradually only to be swept up a few heartbeats later by another stunning wave, surging her up to yet another incredible paroxysm. She came over and over until she feared her mind would break and her heart burst. Slowly, the world around her faded to blackness and Rae knew only rapture as the cries of the twins echoed in her ears. 

Eventually Rae became aware through the mind numbing sensations that the twins had finally stopped. Either they sensed that she could take no more or perhaps they were unable to take any more themselves. Whatever the reason, they had collapsed beside her, each moaning and panting softly as they gradually recovered. 

Rae floated for a time in a hazy netherworld of euphoric bliss. She felt completely detached from everything as she drifted aimlessly, relishing in the wonderfully decadent afterglow that seeped through her body and even through her soul. She thought that time must be passing somewhere but it didn't matter to her. What was time to an immortal? She had, quite literally, all the time in the world. She wanted at that moment, nothing more than to lie there forever basking in an eternal bliss, never to have to act or think again. 

However, as always, reality crept back in wither it was wanted or not. Gradually she became aware of movement next to her and with regret, allowed her thoughts to slip back into the world around her. 

Branwen and Greta had moved and were now snuggled up beside her, one under each arm, their heads on her chest, foreheads almost touching, apparently asleep. Rae though that sleep sounded like a wonderful idea at that moment and closing her eyes, allowed herself to slip back into the dark. 

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Sometime later Rae awoke. She tried so move a little but was still pinned in place by the twins on either side of her. Her hands were numb from lack of circulation and she flexed her fingers trying to wake them up. The twins must have been there for quite some time for her arms to be this numb. Craning her head she noted that the illumination fro the headlights on her Stutz was only a dim, orange glow now, the battery almost dead. She wondered just how long they had been sleeping in post orgasmic bliss. Apparently quite a while. 

Stirring the twins gently, she awoke them with a kiss to each forehead. Sitting up, she could now see the redness of dawn creeping through the still open doorway. They had to get in the house soon or they would end up having to make a painful run across the yard under the burning rays of the sun lest they end up trapped in the garage for the day.

"Looks like the dawn is almost upon us. Let's head into the house my lovelies." Rae said as she slid out of the car. Her legs were so weak from the night's exertions that she stumbled and almost fell when her feet hit the cold, dirty carriage house floor. She was reaching for door handle to steady herself when Branwen came up on one side followed by Greta on the other side a second later. Each of the smaller women wrapped her in a fierce hug that almost squeezed the breath from her lungs. After several long seconds they both looked up and the lust in their eyes startled Rae. How could they still be that wound up after last night? They must still be feeding off each other's desires she realized. Rae raised one eyebrow questioningly. 

As if reading her thoughts Greta answered "Our link is still so strong from last night we can't help it. Sex always makes our link a little stronger but last night was different. So much stronger than ever before. We've never experienced anything like that. It was like we were one person with two bodies, thinking and acting as one but feeling and experiencing everything twice. It was..." she broke off and they both moaned together then said as one "...rapture." 

Rae's mind tried to wrap around that before she asked, "Is it still like that?" She paused as second then added, "And why?" 

"Yes." They spoke at the same time now. "It hasn't faded like it usually does. We're even sharing thoughts now which has never happened before. It's like we've become one person in a way." As if to emphasize their point they both pushed their hips forward into her thighs and moaned softly in flawless unity. "We think it was because of your commands last night. Your commands were very powerful last night, more so than ever before. Surely you felt it?" 

Rae nodded. "I think it was because of the full moon." 

The twins looked at each other as if conversing silently and then looked back to Rae. They nodded in unison. "Yes, you're probably right." They said, again in perfect unison. "That explains part of it. Also, we were so aroused, our minds so open to you that your commands went deep into our minds, very deep." They each craned their necks up and kissed Rae on her cheeks. "You changed us. Probably permanently." 

Rae was flabbergasted. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I was just..."

They interrupted her apology still speaking as one. "Don't be. It's amazing. It's like we've found the other the half of ourselves. A half that we had never realized was missing. It's like we're now..." They glanced at each other, smiled then looked back to Rae, "...complete." 

She certainly hadn't intended for any of this to happen but the twins seemed happy. No, more than happy, ecstatic really, at the outcome so Rae decided not to worry about it at the moment. It may not be permanent anyway and if it did become a problem, the Mistress or Vala could probably fix the situation if it ended up being beyond Rae's abilities. And since the twins seemed to be happy, she may as well go along with it. 




Forever Again Ch. 08



A wicked smile spread on Rae's full lips and she reached down to cup their twin bottoms. "Well then my Lovelies, we better head inside and put your new skills to good use." She squeezed and pulled their hips harder into her, enjoying the way they shivered under her touch, "We have the house to ourselves for the day, let's not waste any time."

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