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Legend

By: campwench



The basement door swung open easily and she aimed her flashlight down the rickety stairs. With a deep breath she forced herself to take the first step down into the gloom.

She had hated this basement, more a cellar to the old house, really, from the very first. Beneath the dank, musty smell and clamminess was a different, more subtle odor she could never quite identify. Sweet - but not floral; almost rotten, but not that either. Like incense, she had finally decided, really bad incense. As she made her way to the bottom of the stairs, she imagined that the smell was even stronger than she remembered.

Resentment quickly replaced apprehension as she picked her way toward the fuse box. A fuse box instead of the more modern, and in her eyes, normal, circuit breakers. "Rustic", he had said, which she soon discovered to mean that the plumbing rattled and clanged like an asthmatic steam engine. "We can make it our own", he had said, which really meant, "It's the fixer-upper from Hell". Then, with the renovations only half completed, he had suffered a fatal heart attack. It was easier to be angry than to dive head first into that bottomless well of grief that had swallowed her in the first two months of her widowhood. After all, it should have been him fumbling around down here in the dark, changing the damned fuse! 

Arriving at her destination, she opened the small door and studied the fuses. He had, at least, shown her how to tell a good fuse from one that had "blown". Carefully, she pulled the main, as he had shown her, and began unscrewing the offending bad fuse. Suddenly, she was overcome by the dreaded certainty that she was not alone, someone was in the cellar with her. Her hands trembled so badly that she was afraid she would drop the new fuse and then have to spend even more time in this awful place searching for it. 

She chided herself for acting so helpless. Hadn't she lived alone here for over a year now, since his death? And hadn't she done quite well on her own, thank you very much? She took several calming breaths and shook her head, imagining that the incense smell was even stronger. "Get a grip, for crissakes," she muttered to herself, and resumed the task at hand. 

She replaced the worn fuse, then re-engaged the main, and was rewarded with the sound of her antiquated refrigerator humming to life. She realized, belatedly, that she had forgotten to light switch at the cellar stairs that would have made the return trip much easier.

Securing her grip on the flashlight, she turned to retrace her steps - and the beam of light fell on a face before her that was not quite human.

Terror stole the scream from her lips, as her eyes registered what her mind could not accept. The pointed ears and high, arched brows over tilted eyes with vertical pupils, like those of a cat, the sharp, beak-like nose, a slash of mouth and the incredibly pointed chin were all somehow familiar. As the flashlight fell from numbed fingers, she almost knew beforehand what she would see - the chest of a man, but where its hips began was a covering of fur. 


"Impossible!" her mind screamed. This creature did not exist, had never existed! This was a thing of legend! 

Without warning, the thing grabbed her wrists and bent her arms behind her. Securing both her hands in one of its own, the creature used its free hand to tear her clothes from her body as if they were of no more consequence than the cobwebs that hung all around her. Almost in the same motion, it forced her down to the cellar's cold earthen floor. 

Then she did scream, a scream that came from the bottom of her lungs, primal and unending, but the creature paid no attention. It easily overpowered her as she fought and kicked like a mad woman. Indeed she thought she might be quite mad. It forced its way between her legs and at the same time wrenched her arms up over her head, holding them in place. When she opened her mouth to scream again, the creature clamped its own mouth to hers in such a way that she could no longer move her jaw to close it. She felt its rough, cat-like tongue begin to lick the inside of her mouth while the thing's free hand caressed her bare breast eagerly. The incense smell was so intense now that she thought she might faint. The creature pinched her nipple several times in rapid succession and a wave of desire stronger than she had ever known course through her. In one quick motion, the thing moved up, and then down and she felt it enter her.

"NO!"

Her mind screamed at her own traitorous body when she felt the walls of her vagina tighten involuntarily against the beast. It lay very still within her as it continued to lick at her mouth and squeeze her breast as wave after wave of unwanted passion washed over her.

Then she felt its member growing inside her, swelling to enormous proportions. Terrified, she renewed her struggles, but this proved to be her undoing, for every movement her body was rewarded with surge after surge of pleasure in her most private places.

The protestations of her mind were pushed aside as her body sought what it needed, what it had been too long denied. This small piece of rationality was mortified as she bucked and writhed and matched the creature stroke for stroke as it moved its impossibly large penis in and out. Its smell threatened the edges of her consciousness, but heightened the physical sensations even more and when, finally, her orgasm overtook her, she did faint. 

When she awoke she knew instinctively that she was alone. Her wobbly legs carried her up the stairs and into the small room he had called his study. She went unerringly to the bookcase along the far wall and, with trembling hands, took down a large volume entitled, "Mythology". She placed it on the desk and began leafing through the pages, not exactly sure what she might be looking for. When she finally found it, she had to grip the edge of the desk to keep from falling to the floor as her knees buckled. There on he page, looking up a her was an artist's rendition of the thing - the thing that lived in her cellar. The one-word caption burned into her brain and she began to cry.

"Satyr", it read.

Legend - Part 2

She sat at the bottom of the basement stairs, feigning sleep, and wondering for the hundredth time what in the world she thought she was doing. It had been well over a month since her first en-counter with the creature. She had stopped thinking of it as an attack early on. She had really had no choice in the matter. Her first impulse, of course, was to report the encounter to the authorities, but she hadn't traveled that road of thought very long before she knew that she would not only be disbelieved, but very likely be considered quite mad. As she had, indeed, thought herself, at first. Who, in his right mind, would believe that a lonely young widow living alone in the country had been attacked and sexually assaulted by a mythological being? A terrible thing. She went crazy out there all alone after her husband died. Completely delusional. A pity, really.

That's when she hit on the idea of the food. She went to the library and read everything she could get her hands on that had to do with satyrs and all related topics. She gathered all manner of exotic fresh vegetables from the local farmers' market and daily offered different foodstuffs to the creature. Although she could find no other exit in the old cellar, something was eating that food. Still, her rational mind told her, it could be a mouse or other vermin, so she had left an open bottle of wine with the food. The next morning the bottle lay empty. She thought it quite unlikely that a mouse would take a little wine with its meal, but try as she might, she couldn't catch another glimpse of the creature. This proved also, to her own mind, that the creature was not truly dangerous. In fact, it appeared to be downright shy, which she thought was fairly amusing, considering what the first encounter had entailed.

A rustling interrupted her reflections. She tried not to start at the noise; every nerve taut, as she opened her eyes just a slit. It was there! Her heart pounding hard in her chest, she tried to study the creature. From her vantage point there on the staircase, she noticed all the now familiar features of the beast, just the way she remembered it/him. Very obviously a "him", she smiled inwardly, remembering the feeling of how he had filled her. Her presence made him wary, continuously glancing at her. As he reached for the bottle of wine she allowed her eyes to open completely and his next glance met her frankly open gaze.

He turned quickly away, seeking his escape route. Then, as if changing his mind, he turned back again. Almost hesitantly, he pushed the plate of food toward her. Was he offering it to her? Slowly, she slid off the steps and smiled. She took a smallish bunch of grapes from the plate and nibbled at them. On impulse, she offered the remainder to him. He ate them from her hand and when they were gone he kissed her now empty palm. Her involuntary gasp came more from the sensation than from the powerful blast of his scent as his lips made contact with her skin. The sharp intake of her breath startled him and he was gone in a flash, leaving her feeling aroused, shaken and needful.

But he was gone, for now, at least. She had made contact with him again. That was the main thing. But how did one go about taming a Satyr? That was definitely not written in any book. No, she corrected herself, the creature could not be tamed. Perhaps gentled was a better or more descrip-tive word.

She turned to mount the stairs, her disappointment a dead weight in her heart. Well, maybe tomorrow, she thought. Now that she had gotten to see him again, shared food with him, there was a chance that the shyness was being replaced with trust, which was the complete reversal of roles to her mind. Well, not really, she argued with herself. He had won her trust by vanishing for such a long time after the first encounter. She had felt his strength, knew that he could have come out of the cellar at any time before or after that first meeting, but he had not. He had hidden himself away from her. Even after the food began to appear, he had avoided all contact. Almost as if he were ashamed of what had happened, she finally decided. Surely the creature had some intelligence, if it had been able to keep itself hidden away for all this time.

Meanwhile, her nights had been filled with dreams of the creature, so vivid, so sexual in na-ture that they had been impossible to ignore. Many nights she had awakened in a sweat to find her hand buried in her sex and her need a cavernous void. Many the times she cried out her need, damning the creature that had exposed the raw edges of her loneliness, only to disappear and leave her doubting her sanity. She doubted it still. What are you planning to do, she asked herself, harshly, make a pet of the thing? That was ludicrous, but there was that something inside her that wanted, needed, to re-establish contact.

She had taken only a few steps when the pungent scent of him overwhelmed her once more. Gripping the handrail for balance, she turned around to see him there in the shadowy corner of the cellar. He looked apprehensive, almost frightened, as she retraced her steps to the forgotten meal. She retrieved the bottle of wine as she passed it. Satyrs were notorious for their love of good wine, accord-ing to the legends. She stopped well away from him and held out the bottle, knowing that to take it, he would have to come a little farther into the light.

One step, then another and he took it from her, sipping warily, his cat-like eyes never leaving hers. When he made to pass it back to her she reached out and touched his hand rather than the proffered bottle. Displaying a bravery she in no way felt, she stepped toward the creature, running her hand along his arm. He stood still as a statue and felt much like one, the musculature of his upper arm so well defined beneath the deceptively soft skin. Much emboldened, she stepped closer, allowing the palm of her hand to brush his jaw and continue on, tracing the outline of this incredible face, a face that had been woven into tapestries and marked into the histories of ancient Greece. Standing there before him, she still could not quite believe what her senses told her.

She gazed, mesmerized, at the astonishing vertical pupils of his eyes; amber prisms floating in a sea of ebony. Absently, she noticed that there was only the slightest suggestion of the smell she had identified as his scent as she reached up to trace the line of the highly arched brow above those amazing eyes. She allowed her fingertips to glide down the side of his face to his throat and further down, inscribing little circles down his chest. With the palms of both hands flat against his belly, she pushed up and out at the rippling muscles she felt there, across the chest and shoulders and down his arms again. Still the creature did not move, did not take his eyes from hers. Its only concession had been to lower the arm that held the wine bottle.

Thinking that she had committed some sort of social error, she took the bottle and raised it to her lips. She drank deeply of the sweet liquid before offering it back to him, but he made no effort to reclaim it. Slightly puzzled, she placed the bottle on the floor nearby. His eyes followed her every move, but he made no effort to touch her. In his eyes she fancied she saw a silent plea, but a plea for what she could not imagine. Again, she placed her hand against his cheek, trying to fathom what it was he required from her, for there was something in his expression that made it obvious he required something.

"What is it?" she whispered, softly. "I am not afraid. Are you?"

The barest tremor of a smile as his hand came up to capture hers. Turning his face into her palm, he placed the gentlest of kisses there. The slight contact left her trembling and a little breathless. He turned his gaze back to her, looking deeply into her face. In a flash of insight, she knew what he required. That which had been taken by force must now be freely given. But why? Yet she knew beyond all doubt that this was the course she must take. She repeated his actions, kissing his palm as gently as he had kissed hers.

"Please," her voice trembled and broke. "Please don't stop."

The smell of him assailed her as she was swept into his arms. She breathed the pungent aroma in eager gulps, knowing the effect it would have on her, as he pulled impatiently at her clothing. As it was, she was barely able to slip out of them before he bore her to the dirt floor of the cellar. Her hands traveled the length of his back and her legs spread in wide welcome as she continued to breathe deeply of the heady scent. She felt his stiffening penis brush against her swollen sex and she lifted her hips to meet him, but he grabbed her legs and pushed them together, trapping his member there. His powerful thighs along the outside of her legs held them closed when she would have opened them. Seizing her hands, he placed them between her legs and his, holding them just as surely as if she had been tied. His hands encircled her head so she could not move it, either. Completely trapped, she became terrified, fighting against his superior body strength as well as the desire that coursed through her.

He kissed her over and over again. Sometimes several in quick succession, sometimes long and deeply and she felt his rough tongue exploring her mouth. Occasionally, his hips would rise and fall, his penis barely making contact. To her heightened senses the touch was like an electric shock. She squirmed and bucked and moaned her need, sucking greedily at his mouth at every chance. 

Then everything stopped. Light-headed and burning with passion, she looked up at him, confused. He was smiling. Feeling more than a little like a schoolgirl, she smiled back, shyly. He laughed, several quick barks of laughter, and even more quickly he was up and gone and she was left crying the denial of that act. She screamed and sobbed and pounded the ground with her small fists in sheer frustration.

Two days later, she found the collar; the day after that she found the wrist cuffs.

Part 3

She turned the leather collar over in her hand, examining it closely. It was deepest black, "black as sin", the phrase came unbidden into her mind. The collar looked very plain except for its small buckle and a ring that was attached so ingeniously that she could not fathom it. They looked to be made of solid silver. Under careful scrutiny, however, one could discern the intricate patterns carved into the leather itself. A single rope that was folded and looped and woven through itself until it was impossible to follow. She had tried.

In fact, she had, out of curiosity, taken a sheet of paper and, with the aid of a soft lead pencil, had made a rubbing of the design. First with her finger, then with her trusty pencil, she had tried without success to trace its path across and around the leather. It looked ancient, but that was not surprising, considering where it had come from. She could tell that the wrist cuffs were a perfect match before she ever picked them up.

She allowed her eyes to scan the dark recesses of the dimly lit cellar, wondering if he was hidden in the shadows, studying her reaction to the discovery of the cuffs.

Bringing the plate of assorted fresh fruits and vegetables down to the cellar each night, along with a bottle of wine, had become routine for her. The wine, in particular held a great amusement for her. A satyr's love of wine was legendary, and hers (she had come to think of the beast as "hers") consistently preferred the heavier, more fruity selections. The dry wines were taken with his meal, but the bottle and the remainder of its contents were always left behind, whereas the sweeter wines disappeared, bottle and all. She had found the cuffs lying on the cardboard box where she always placed the meal and recognized them immediately as the match to the collar that had appeared two days earlier.

At first, she thought the collar to be a gift of some sort, or perhaps a trade for the food she consistently presented to him, but the appearance of the wrist cuffs belied that notion. Oh, he meant for her to wear them, of that there was no doubt, but the purpose of such gear filled her with trepidation, anxiety and excitement in equal portions. It was the rings that bothered her the most. Their only function was too obvious. He meant to tie her to something with those rings. The prospect chilled her while her nether regions reacted in a totally opposite manner.

Again, she looked down at the collar in her hands. She had tried it on several times in the three days she had owned it. Now she raised it to her neck once more and fastened it. She similarly applied the cuffs to her wrists and looked around expectantly, her heart pounding in her chest. Nothing. Puzzled, she sat patiently, waiting. Still, the creature made no move to show himself. Perhaps he truly wasn't there in shadows as she had imagined. Perhaps she had committed some sort of faux pas by putting them on. But surely, he meant for her to wear them. Surely he would be pleased to see her wearing his gift. Her mind flitted from one possibility to the next and time passed. It was late evening before she gave up in frustration and sought her bed. She could just as easily have stayed in the cellar awaiting his appearance for her sleep was filled with dreams of the creature, dreams that awakened her sweating and aching with need.

When several days had passed with no sign of him, she took to wearing the leather whenever she went down to the cellar, hoping that he would see her with them on and show himself. Her heart was filled with disappointment when she finally concluded that they were very likely a parting gift and that the creature would not return to her sight. He was returning, though, because the food was being eaten. Why, then, did he avoid her presence? Her mind looped and curved around all the possibilities until it very much resembled the carefully tooled design that had become so familiar to her.


Legend



Then he was there, standing before her, studying her, his displeasure nearly palpable, his face a mask of disgust. Confused, she held her hands out imploringly, revealing the cuffs that encircled her wrists. He grabbed them and twisted cruelly, forcing a small cry from her lips, but she did not struggle. One powerful arm held her to him while the first finger of the other hand slipped into the ring at her throat.

In a voice both guttural and heavily accented he spoke, "You wear my collar. That is clothing enough. Do not displease me in this fashion again." And he was gone.

Her hand flailed out to catch the banister, barely retaining her balance as she reeled to sit on the stair. His scent had been many times stronger than she could remember and every nerve in her body twanged painfully. She wrapped her arms tightly against herself in an attempt to stop the quaking need that coursed through her with agonizing urgency, until finally, the trembling subsided and was replaced with astonishment.

He had spoken to her! It had never occurred to her that the creature was capable of speech, although why, she could not answer. "You wear my collar." The phrase fairly echoed in her brain. What did that mean? Oh please, she chided herself. You know exactly what it means. Involuntarily, her hand floated up to touch the leather. As soon as her skin had made contact, she quickly removed the thing and the cuffs, as well. She deposited all to the top of the box and returned to the stair where she eyed them warily, as if she had just discovered three cobras in her cellar.

Her sleep that night was filled with images of herself and the creature, images of the what she knew was expected of her. No, demanded of her. There was no doubt of that now. She saw herself tied, bound, blindfolded, even gagged. She saw the creature taking his pleasure of her in every way. And she saw herself responding to him wantonly, willingly. That night she took the food to the cellar naked, but for the leather that was his gift to her.

He appeared almost immediately, his face showing an approval that was nearly as strong as his scent. She breathed deeply of it as she sat the plate of food it its usual spot on top of the box. It had no more than left her hand before he was on her. With lightning speed, he clipped a rope lead to the ring at her throat and forced her to her hands and knees. "Your status is that of slave," he growled. "I had hoped you would prove worthy of more."

He turned and strode across the cellar to a far wall, the lead firmly in his grasp, and she had no choice but to crawl scrambling after him. On arriving at what appeared to be his destination, he jerked up on the rope twice in quick succession and she took that to mean she was to rise. Once on her feet, he pushed her against the wall and secured her wrists to unseen hooks above her head, obviously mounted there for that purpose. That done, he kicked her feet wide until the leather of the cuffs bit slightly into her flesh. He stepped back two paces and his frankly lustful gaze swept over her helpless form.

Her heart pounding fit to explode, she met his eyes only once, though it seemed to her that he stood there looking at her for hours. She felt terribly exposed and acutely vulnerable and more than a little afraid. She had time to think as she hung there, covertly watching him watch her, but the thinking terrified her more than the reality of her situation, if it was indeed reality. Perhaps she had gone mad after all, agreeing to this. For, by her own actions, she had certainly stated her agreement. She sighed in resignation.

He was instantly before her, pinching her nipples until they were painfully stiff and she was forced to cry out. He pushed her head back and covered her mouth with his, then continued, her cries turning into soft whimpers against his tongue as his fingers tweaked and squeezed her swollen breasts. One hand slid down her body and between her legs. She heard herself moan as she shamelessly squatted, pushing against the presented hand. He dropped to his knees, his rough, cat-like tongue snaking into her secret place and hot desire rolled through her like a tidal wave. She thrust her hips forward and she squatted even more, stretching the limits of her bonds.

Over and over he brought her close to completion only to draw back and watch her quivering need. His fingers probed and dug in all her most hidden spots, and once he brought her close using his hand alone. He prodded and explored and licked and sucked every part of her before he was through. Toward the end and out of her mind with desire, she vaguely remembered begging for her orgasm, pleading for release. And when he deemed that she had suffered enough, he relented to her supplications. Her orgasm tore through her with such hurricane force that she felt her consciousness slipping away on light wings. A sharp slap to her left breast brought her quickly back to reality. 

He wrapped one arm around her waist as he released her arms. It kept her from falling immediately to the floor. Once she had her footing he stepped back from her once again, a smile wreathed his face. The back of his hand gently stroked her cheek and his lips brushed softly across her mouth.

"You please me, Slave" he said simply. And her eyes filled with tears.

Part - 4

The leather collar chafed at her neck as she stood waiting in the damp chill of the cellar. Her nude body pimpled in the cold air and her nipples grew taut as a wisp of breeze touched them. Still, she waited for her Master, as she had waited for the last several days, starting at every little creak and bump the old house made, both dreading and anticipating his appearance. Idly, she fingered the scrollwork of the matching wrist restraints; the tooling was set in such intricate knots and whorls so ancient that she couldn’t begin to guess at its origin. She wondered, not for the first time, if the set had been charmed or magicked in some way. She had never believed in such nonsense, but neither would she have believed that a satyr lived in her cellar, had, in point of fact, ravaged her, had she not seen the creature - and felt it.

She studied the wall where he had chained her, where she had begged like a common whore for sexual release. After what seemed like an eternity he had granted her entreaty and the orgasm that had torn through the very soul of her left her weak and trembling. She longed to repeat the experience while she damned herself for the feeling. 

Her mind wandered, reviewing her other encounters with the creature, all of them equally as humiliating, yet, to her, arousing. Color flooded her cheeks as her eyes fell on the place where he had aroused her to the point of ecstasy and vanished with a derisive laugh, leaving her with a heed that pulsed like a living thing inside her. She wanted him with a lust she had never experienced with any human male. Her stomach sickened with that acknowledgement, even as she reminded herself that it was, after all, quite literally the nature of the beast that he should stir such strong emotions in her. That his scent contained huge amounts of some type of pheromone or aphrodisiac was beyond question. Her own physical reaction to the creature was all the proof she needed to reach that obvious conclusion.

Where was he? She hadn’t seen him for several days and had thought of little else. For that matter, she had thought of little else since her first encounter with him. Clad only in the collar and matching restraints he had given her, she had dutifully replenished the bottle of wine each evening and returned each morning to find it gone, but saw no sign of the creature himself. She sighed as she sat on the steps to wait a little longer. Some time later she awakened and made her way to bed, full of longing and disappointment.

From a darkened corner of the cellar, the Satyr watched her go, a satisfied smile spread across his face and lit his tilted eyes. It had been many years since he had smelled one of the Old Blood, too many years. But he had found her. Strong in the blood of her ancestors, she could not resist him. Perhaps he would come to her tomorrow. Perhaps she had waited long enough and would be ripe for the next lesson. The smile widened in anticipation. As he stepped from his pace of concealment to claim his offering a slight chuckle escaped his lips.

The morning dawned gray and dismal. The sky grudgingly leaked moisture from heavy clouds rather than gives the earth an honest rain. She gazed out her kitchen window and decided the gloomy landscape matched her mood exactly. Predictable, her thoughts returned to the Satyr. Scooping up her coffee, she wandered through the quiet house to the study. The desk was piled high with books on mythology that she had purchased over the few weeks since her first meeting, when this creature of legend had stepped from the shadowy depths of her cellar to claim her and change her life forever..

There was really very little written about them. Each book read nearly the same as the one before it, as if the author of each had copied the information word for word, then changed it around a little, fearing an accusation of plagiarism. Cross-referencing had proved to be of little use, as the definitions only folded back on themselves and reiterated the same basic knowledge she had already obtained from other volumes.

Listlessly, she leafed through the now familiar pages of text. Satyrs were the attendants of Dionysus, the god of wine, singing, dancing and “creative ecstasy”. It was a phrase peculiar to her, but she had the feeling she was only just beginning to experience its true meaning. 

She passed the remainder of the day doing small household chores and waiting for evening and time to replace the ever-present bottle of wine. She made her evening meal of cheese and honey and the coarse brown bread she had recently developed a taste for. Finally, the sun dipped below the horizon and she made her way down the rickety steps. He was waiting there for her. She rushed across the intervening space and fell to her knees before him.

“Master,” she whispered softly, and was rewarded when he caressed her bowed head in approbation. Tears of happiness and relief flooded her eyes.

He smiled his approval. He had not yet taught her to present herself to him in such a way. She had known, though, that this was proper. Yes, the Old Blood was strong in her, but she was unaware of her ancestry. It was of no importance at this time. He would educate her to that as well as other, more intimate things. He let her stay there, kneeling before him, for many long moments before he raised her to her feet. He looked into her eyes, moist with unshed tears, her face, so full of anticipation and an eagerness to please him. His sensitive nose caught the scent of her, much stronger than in any of their previous meetings. She had no idea of what their association portended, but she would, oh yes, indeed she would. He wrapped his arms around her and she fell into his embrace, clinging to him in her need. He held her close for a time, stroking her hair until he felt her relax against him. He could ask for no better time to begin her lesson.

Abruptly he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her away from him. He bent her over the old packing crate where she usually placed her wine offering. As he thrust himself into her he was rewarded with her gasp of pleasure. He had kept her waiting the exact length of time necessary for this response. Her hands gripped the crate tightly as she met him stroke for stroke. Her orgasm came within minutes. She was indeed ready for the next lesson.

He remained within her for a time, stroking her back and buttocks until the aftershocks had subsided. He allowed a controlled release of his potent musk, knowing it would flood her senses and arouse her again. She moaned softly as he finally withdrew from her, never stopping the rhythmic stroking and kneading of her bottom. She breathed deeply of him, letting his powerful scent work its will with her, allowing it to awaken every cell of her being. She felt his hand slide slowly down the cleft of her ass. When his finger touched to opening of her sex, she arched her back to receive him. His soft chuckle at her response thrilled her. He was pleased!

“Have you a need, Slave?” he asked, as he resumed the previous stroking rhythm.

“Yes, Master.”

“Your only need is to please me; your only desire is my approval. Is this not so?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good!” he shouted, as his hand came down hard on her vulnerable backside.

She gasped and stood straight up in pain and surprise. Faster than her eyes could follow, he grabbed the tether ring in the front of her collar, pulling her down again with such force that she fell, sprawling, across the packing crate. He held her there as his hand rose and fell on first one cheek, then the other, until her eyes grew bright with stinging tears. The assault stopped as abruptly as it had begun and the stroking motion resumed once more. She heard a low growl deep in his throat.

“Wh - why?” she choked. “What have I done?”

“Done? You have pleased me. Now it pleases me to punish you. You must find your pleasure in pleasing me!”

With that, he began a renewed assault on her already tender and reddened butt. Again and again his hand struck the tender flesh until her ass felt swollen and flaming. She writhed and whimpered with each blow.

Suddenly, he was again inside her, thrusting and pumping her. Her back arched of its own volition and she raised her hips to meet him. At the point of her release, he quickly withdrew and the spanking resumed with renewed vigor. Her cry of anguish sounded loud in her ears. She squirmed and twisted away from the pain, but his hand on the back of her neck held her as securely as iron chains. Over and over he brought her to the threshold of pleasure and replaced it with pain until she thought she surely must explode with need. 

It seemed to go on for hours. Her voice grew hoarse from crying and pleading. At some point he bent to whispered in her ear, his voice harsh and rasping.

“Surrender!” he commanded. “Surrender to the pain. You must submit to me!”

Before she could puzzle out the meaning of his words, she felt him inside her yet again. Her orgasm became a pocket of air moving slowly through a heavy, viscous liquid. It gained momentum as it grew with each thrust of him, each new sensation, until it was speeding to the surface of her consciousness and, finally, ultimate release. He drove into her again and again and her orgasm crashed through her in violent waves of passion. It was barely over when the spanking began again, but this time her body was too saturated in sensation to protest. She surrendered to the pain, as he had commanded her to do. She absorbed it, took it into herself and then, somewhere deep inside, she knew. His pleasure became her pleasure and she felt her body relax, though the blows had become even more furious than before.

Then she was out! Out of her body and floating in a void of soft, blue light. Her body continued to receive the punishment, but she was no longer there. She was free, freer than she had ever been. It was quiet there, in her void, warm and welcoming. She floated effortlessly on a sea of pure sensation so magnificent she could hardly believe it. Contentment spread over her like a gentle cocoon.

She was dimly aware that the spanking had ceased. He was stroking her again, softly murmuring words of approval and encouragement. She took it all into herself, never wanting to leave the quiet serenity of this amazing place she had discovered.

“My good, good girl,” he whispered, as his hand gently brushed the sweat-dampened tendrils of hair away from her face.

Reluctantly, she stirred.

“Come back to me, my pet,” he whispered. “Now that you have found your special place, it will be easier for you to return. But for now, you must come back to me.”

The sound of his voice, low and crooning, pulled her back. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him in wonder. He helped her to sit. She was light-headed and felt almost as if she were drunk. He removed her collar, replacing it with something much lighter and cool against her skin. The restraints followed. He gently rubbed her wrists and kissed each one in turn.

“Now you are truly mine,” he said, quietly, and was gone.



Legend



The old man slumped in the saddle as his big roan trotted across the plains. He had taken two bullets in a Laramie gun fight. The punk who put the bullets in him was dead and the old man was dying. He knew if he didn't get help soon, he'd be buzzard bait.

Jenny Wolfe spotted the lone rider when he was still two miles away. She went into her soddy and got her rifle. A woman alone out here couldn't be too careful. She slipped around beside her shack and hid in the shadows as the man approached. His horse stopped at her front door and the man fell off into the Wyoming dust.

She cautiously approached the still form noting that his guns were still wrapped around the saddle horn. She then saw the blood seeping from his shoulder and running through his shirt. She took her rifle back into the house along with his pistols and then dragged him inside. She rolled him onto her bed and started undressing him.

She expertly cleaned and dressed his wounds, plugging the holes so they would stop bleeding. It was obvious from his pallor that he had lost a lot of blood.

He groaned and tried to roll over. "No you don't cowboy. Just lay still. You ain't in no shape to move."

She retrieved some water for him and fed some of it to him. He gratefully sucked it down. "I'll heat up some water. You're filthy."

When the water was hot she got together some rags and sat down beside her bed. Removing the rest of his clothes was hard because he was so big. When she pulled his underwear off, his big,soft cock flopped out. She washed every inch of him and then dried him off. She left him naked because she had to wash his dirty clothes.

For the first time his eyes opened. "Where am I?" he queried.

"You're at my ranch. Lay still. You've lost a lot of blood and if I can't keep you from bleeding, you're gonna die."

"Yes maam," he murmured and dropped off into a coma again.

Jenny's husband had been killed in the war, fighting for the South. That was five years ago. She had managed to eke out a living on her own. She wasn't getting rich, but she wasn't starving either. The old man moaned and she looked down at him. Her eyes drifted to his cock. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh.

He had a fever and she knew if it didn't break soon she'd be burying him. All night long he moaned and cried out. He was sweating profusely. She slept beside him on her bed so she could feel him move if he tried to get up. Occasionally she would squeeze his cock when he moved too much and that seemed to calm him down.

Two days later his fever broke. He stopped sweating and moaning. He was able to sit up and take some of the nourishment she offered him. She brought him his clothes and he gratefully put them on. Being naked around a woman made him nervous.

"I'm much obliged for your help maam," he said to her. "What did you do with my horse?"

"He's out in the corral. Your guns are up on that shelf. Your boots are not clean yet, but I'll get to them soon."

"You don't have to do that maam. I can wear them the way they are."

"No you can't. They stink just like you used to before I washed your filthy butt. Just sit back and relax. You've still got a lot of recovering to do."

"So, you've seen me in the altogether?"

"Yeah, it wasn't a pixie that flew in here and washed you. Since you were next to death, I had to do it."

"How long have I been out?"

"You've been here with me for two weeks. I don't know how long you were on the trail."

"What's your name maam?"

"Jenny Wolfe and I don't put up with any nonsense from anyone!"

"Yes maam, I can see that. You're like a guardian angel. I thank you mightily for helping me in my hour of need."

As time marched on, the old man got stronger and stronger. Soon he could help her a little with the chores. Jenny didn't know what to do with him. She couldn't kick him out. She kind of wanted him to stay. He was good company and a really good ranch hand she had needed for the last few years.

The day finally came when he told her, "I've bothered you enough maam. I think I should be moving on."

"You can do what you want, but I've got to tell you that I could really use your help here. Winter is coming and things get really tough in the winter. One of these years, I'm not going to make it."

The old man thought long and hard about her proposition. He thought over his past life and how tough and dangerous it had been. Then he thought about his time here on the ranch. He had been happy here. Plus, the woman who saved his raggedy ass wanted him to stay.

"Maam, I'll stay but I want to tell you about my past life. If you still want me after that, I'll happily stay with you because I'm tired of my old life. Sooner or later some young hot head is going to kill me. I don't want that."

"Okay, tell me your story. I want to know everything."

"First of all, my name isn't Gene like I told you. It's Sam Houf. Second, I'm about the most worthless critter ever to come down the trail. I killed my first man when I was sixteen and I haven't stopped killing since. I'm fifty four now. I have forty notches carved on my guns, one for each man I've gunned down."

"So, you're the famous Sam Houf? The gun fighting legend?"

"Yes maam. I'm sorry to say I am. Those bullets you dug out of me came from the gun of a young hot headed would be gun fighter. After he shot me, I put a bullet in his head. He's dead now. I suspect the sheriff is looking for me so you could get into some real trouble if I stay. Also you may as well know that I've taken a fancy to you. I can't guarantee my conduct if I'm sleeping in your house. That's about it, I guess."

"Sam, I don't really care what you used to do. I'm sure that lots of men returning from the war have killed more men than you and for less reason. If the sheriff is looking for you, we'll have to make a plan as to what to do when he gets here. As far as it goes, I've sort of taken a fancy to you too, so don't worry about that."

Jenny walked right up to Sam and kissed him full on the mouth. "We don't have time for any hanky panky right now; we've got to get our chores done. But tonight after dinner, we'll see how serious you are," Jenny said.

Jenny stood at her wash basin scrubbing the dinner dishes. Sam stepped up beside her and said, "I'll dry."

She handed him the last plate and as soon as he dried it she pulled his head down to her lips and kissed him. Let's get our clothes off. I've wanted this from the first time I saw your member. We're gonna do it!" Jenny told him.

Sam picked her up and laid her on the bed. He slowly stripped her. She was naked in front of him for the first time. He dropped his clothes to the floor and crawled in beside her. 

"When I was still sick and you were sleeping beside me, I could have sworn I felt your little hand on my cock."

"It wasn't your imagination cowboy. If you hadn't been so bad off, I'd a screwed you right then and here!"

He grabbed her tits and squeezed them softly, flicking her nipples and listening to her groan. She grasped his big dick and jacked it. One of his hands drifted to her slit. She was extremely wet. He scooped up some juice and rubbed it into her clit. Her hips bucked off the bed and she screamed a little. He nibbled on her neck and she gave a satisfying moan. She squeezed his cock, feeling the strength of it, wanting it more and more with each passing second.

"I can't take it anymore. It's been so long. Do it now cowboy. Make me your wife!"

Sam mounted her and slid his dick into her hot, wet tunnel. She felt every inch of it as he drove it into her. When his pubic bone touched her clit she came immediately, writhing and screaming, "Yes, yes, yes, give it all to me Sam!!"

Sam wriggled his way as deep into her as he could. She moaned her approval. He was starting to gasp for air as he gave her everything he had.

"Squirt it in me Sam!! I wanna feel your hot, sticky juice in me!!"

Sam was pumping her harder than he had ever pumped anybody. He felt his cum rising in his balls. "Uh, uh, uh," he grunted and shot his big load into her waiting, pulsing snatch. 

They held each other tightly as they wound down from the peaks of ecstasy. Sam's lips sought hers and he kissed her hard. She returned his kiss, panting into his mouth, completely sated but not wanting to let go. As if some secret signal had passed between them, they both drifted off to sleep.

They awoke early the next morning. Sam's morning wood was pressed against Jenny's ass. She wriggled a little bit and it slipped right into her. "This is the only way to wake up. You'll wake me every morning like this won't you Sam?"

"Yes Jenny I'll wake you just like this," Sam replied and came into her.

They got up and washed each other off. Dressed for work, they headed out the door for another day of tough labor.

"I've got an idea about what to do when the sheriff shows up," Jenny told him. 

Sam though it was a brilliant idea and they made the necessary preparations. Sure enough, two weeks later Jenny spotted a dust cloud in the distance. "Here they come Sam!" Jenny yelled.

Sam took refuge in a small cave they had dug down by the creek. When the riders got to the shack, the sheriff jumped off his horse and said, "Have you seen a lone rider coming this way? He may have been shot."

"It ain't 'may have been', he was shot. He died right here in my cabin. I buried him up by that old tree on the hill."

"Can we take a look around maam?"

"Sure, help yourself."

The sheriff disappeared inside the cabin and returned with a pair of pistols on a belt. He held them up to his posse. "This is the proof that Sam Houf is dead! He would never go anywhere without his pistols." He turned to Jenny and asked, "Do you mind if I take these with me? They belonged to a legend, you know."

"Yeah? Who was this Sam Houf anyway?" she asked.

"He was the last of the great gun fighters. The west will be better off without him! Thanks for everything maam. We appreciate the weapons! Adios."

Sam stayed in the cave for three days to be sure the sheriff hadn't left anyone around to spy on them. Jenny did several scouting sweeps but she never saw anyone. Finally Sam crawled out of the hole.

"How often do you get visitors out here?"

"You and the sheriff are the first in seven years. We're kind of off the beaten track."

Sam grabbed her and kissed her on the spot. He carried her inside and laid her on the bed. Soon both were naked, lying beside each other, kissing and feeling each other up. Sam noticed a little bulge in her lower belly.

"What's that?" he smiled.

"That's our first born. How are you at midwifing?"

"I can do anything. You heard the sheriff. I'm a legend!"



Legend



I checked everything one more time. 

At the center of the vast clearing was a large circle of hard-packed dirt. As close to perfect as humanly possible, the circle of dirt was required to ensure that the eventual flames would reach neither the surrounding grass or the tall trees upon the wide plateau. After all, if the mountain burned, then the delicate balance of Nature would be disrupted, and a long-standing tradition of my people would be at least temporarily forced into a hiatus while the land healed itself and the small coven forced to rebuild, or perhaps even move. 

Well within the border of the large circle of dirt, a second circle had been dug into the ground and filled with the old wood and leaves and twigs of the mountainside. Collected with care by the apprentices, these would burn slowly, their ashes collecting at the bottom of the small trench as their resulting flames rose well into the sky. 

Inside the circular trench, five straight lines had also been dug, forming a star within the inner circle. These had also been filled with the small discards of Nature, although the fuel to be used within the straight trenches had been previously spelled to produce a cooler flame. 

At the center of it all was the stone altar, chiseled by hand and protected by spells, which had itself become legendary. According to the records of the coven, it had survived for seven generations of Mages, the spells needing to be occasionally reinforced to keep the effects of weathering at bay. The ornate design made it a work of art in its own right, one which was worthy of display on castle grounds, with the length and the width both significant enough for even the largest of people to easily use the altar for its intended purpose. Before the altar was a small knife, its earth-sheathed blade thin and sharp to easily pierce and spelled to produce minimal pain. 

The intended purpose of the ceremony and its tools was to bind true lovers together. This was not limited to those who had been officially married by the priests. Many lovers made the journey, even from the furthest ends of the kingdom, to consummate their love and bind themselves to one another, either prior to the marriage rites or, since the priests would only marry one man with one woman, completely eschewing such rites. More than a few times each year, young lovers who had run away from their families would come to the coven specifically to bind themselves to each other, even though the binding ceremony would prevent them from loving anyone else, even if one partner died at a young age and the other partner lived a full lifespan. 

As the sun set on the horizon of the sea, I turned to watch the tiny distant form of a trading vessel heading south. The ship was bypassing the port at the base of the mountain, which was a little surprising; perhaps the ship had been delayed by bad weather in the north, or was clandestinely carrying critical messages or cargo on behalf of the King and was thus not authorized to stop anywhere other than the intended destination. I stood too far up the mountain for the scent of the sea to reach my nostrils, but I was keenly aware of the breeze pressing my robe firmly against my front, naturally enhancing my curves. My hair was loose, blowing behind me and a little to my right, the golden strands more symbolic of sunrise than of sunset. 

"You are here." 

The voice of my dear companion brought a smile to my lips, even before I turned my head to watch her circumventing the large circle of hard-packed dirt. Her robe was identical to mine, although being northern-born, her skin was naturally pale, especially since she rarely emerged outside during the day, as was her way. 

"Are they coming soon?" I asked as I extended a hand to her. 

She accepted, her touch unnaturally cool to my southern blood, yet it was a temperature difference which was no longer shocking to me. "They come," she answered, her accent still prominent despite having spent nearly four years with the coven. While she was fluent in the tongue of the Midlands, she would never be able to pass as a native, both for her flesh and for the slightly-odd word choices based heavily upon her native northern language. "They arrive soon." 

We simply held hands, regarding each other as the daylight faded slowly. I had hoped that she would arrive shortly before the lovers, so that she and I could spend a few moments together in solitude, basking in the end of a glorious day. I admired how the breeze caused the red robe to wrap around her, subtly enhancing the swells adorning her chest. The breeze also caused her perfume to waft into my nostrils, and reflexively, I inhaled deeply, enjoying the special scent I associated with her. 

"Sya..." she whispered, drawing my eyes to hers. The love within her was immense, and as she held my gaze, I could subtly feel the air around us beginning to warm. It was a warmth which countered the coolness entering me through her hand, creeping up my arm and settling between my breasts, causing my heart to beat a little faster and a little harder. 

"Zhuri..." I replied, her smile mirroring mine. But we could say nothing more, for we both felt the indicators momentarily breaking as, still within the tree line, two non-magical people approached the plateau from the well-trodden trail. 

Soon they arrived. As was the custom for the lovers, they had shed their clothes before entering the clearing. He bore quite a few scars and even a bruise below his left eye, making me wonder if he was a fighter; his muscles certainly would have been useful for fighting, whether in defense of the kingdom or for sport in the evenings outside certain taverns. She was nearly his height, which in my experience was unusual for a woman of any lineage, and she also bore a few scars. Both of them were clearly comfortable in their nudity, even around strangers, which would make the ceremony at hand all the more powerful, further enhancing the stringent bond which would soon link their souls. 

I introduced Zhuri to the lovers and informed them that she and I would be weaving the spells and maintaining the fires. My partner assured them that despite the flames, no harm would come to them, and the young woman breathed a small sigh of relief as she squeezed her lover's hand. 

We briefly discussed the details before I finally gestured the lovers toward the stone altar. With great caution, they both stepped onto the hard-packed dirt, the young man helping his mate to jump over the filled trench which formed the inner circle. After crossing other trenches, they stood at last before the altar, each of them kneeling before it and reverently kissing its intricately-carved northern face. 

That was when Zhuri and I walked in opposite directions around the outer circle, ultimately standing at the eastern and western points. The lovers stood before the altar, holding hands as they glanced from my companion to me and back to Zhuri. Even when I closed my eyes, I could feel their gazes upon me as I raised my arms, the sleeves of my robe sliding a little down my arms and exposing the ever-lengthening Marks of the Mage which crept down my arms like vines traveling over time along a wall. 

I could feel the lovers' eyes upon my arms, marveling at the dark blue lines forming what to many would appear to be random lines and curves. As the chant continued, I could feel key portions of the randomness warming, and soon, as the energy created by the chant continued to grow, those key areas began to glow, forming magical symbols which few without the calling of magic could even hope to eventually decipher. 

My voice rose along with that of my lover, matching the level of the energy being created between us. Even if they did not truly understand what was happening, the couple standing before the altar certainly would have been able to feel something different around them. If nothing else, as the final rays of warmth faded into night, they likely felt warmer, not cooler, despite the absence of direct sunlight. 

The chant continued. I was feeling quite warm within the robe, but experience allowed me to "forget" about the excess heat. 

Almost instinctively, I widened my arms outward from my torso, like a mighty eagle soaring on the highest winds of the kingdom. Knowing Zhuri was mirroring my gestures, I slowly brought my arms forward, keeping them extended, the movements assisting our minds in pushing the energy forward and focusing it on the inner circle as the chant continued. 

I heard the old wood and leaves suddenly erupt into tall flames barely a heartbeat before I felt the strong heat buffet me. The rapidity of the ignition had created a quick strong burst of wind, blowing outward from the inner circle to more forcefully wrap my robe around my body, and also blowing inward to startle the lovers. I heard the young woman give a shout of surprise, but hearing nothing more from her, even without opening my eyes, I knew that all was well. The chant continued, and a few moments later, the fuel within the straight-line trenches erupted into flames. 

Only then did I finally open my eyes. The normal yellowish-orange flames one typically associates with fire rose from the circular trench, but between the flickering flames, I could see the much cooler pinkish flames forming a star pattern, with the lovers and the stone altar at the very center of the magical workspace. Still standing before the altar, the lovers were looking around, their eyes wide with amazement and a hint of fear as they took in the flames rising from the trenches. 

"The knife." Zhuri's voice carried nicely over the sound of the crackling tinder. The man and the woman both looked at her and nodded as if of one mind, and then he bent down to retrieve the knife from its earthen sheath, the blade unsullied by the hard-packed dirt. As he turned the knife in his hand as if he was inspecting it, the spelled blade nicely mirrored the pink and yellow-orange flames, displaying their attractiveness in a way I had never previously noticed. 

From the previous instructions, the man knew exactly what he was to do. Carefully, he raised his left hand, the palm facing the twinkling stars overhead, and using the tip of the blade, he slowly and carefully cut a short line down the center of his palm. I could not see, but I knew that blood seeped through the unnatural opening. I watched as he shifted the handle of the knife to his left hand, then proceeded to make a similar cut in the palm of his right hand before giving the knife to his companion so that she could also purposely cut her hands. 

Once their combined four palms had been carefully and almost painlessly sliced, the woman knelt to once again embed the blade in the earth. Only then did they finally mount the altar. 

This was the part of the ceremony which changed from couple to couple. The binding power of the spells came from the length of time the partners' hands were linked, so their blood could mingle and increase the flow of the energy created by their sexual union: The energy would flow from one partner into the other, continuing in a cycle and gathering strength and power throughout the carnal act. Any excess energy from when their hands were not joined would be contained within the five-sided space bounded by the pinkish flames, with the altar absorbing the energy and reflecting it back into the couple. To ensure that the majority of their bonding energy did not escape, Zhuri and I needed to form a dome over the scene, and with the smoke from the flames as a guide, we had a proper visual reference for the dome's construction. 

Zhuri, like me, raised her arms again, and began to chant. Our voices mingled nicely as my eyes moved from the rising smoke to the two lovers settling side-by-side upon the altar. I watched the couple as they embraced, noting how his large hands touched her carefully and gently despite the crushing power he could certainly exert upon her thinner form. His touches definitely calmed her, for I could sense her nervousness slowly receding, especially as her own touches of his body began to become bolder. 

As they touched, their blood continued to slowly seep from their cut palms and thus was spread across each other's body. When they linked hands for the first time, his right hand to her left hand, they both trembled visibly, and I smiled to myself as I continued the chant, recognizing what they were experiencing for perhaps the very first time of their young lives: the feel of raw magical power, still weak within them, but present and significant nonetheless. 

The chant changed slightly, with Zhuri and me both focusing our power to forming the dome. As the young couple continued to engage in their foreplay, slowly us mages were able to bend the smoke to our will, creating a tall circular wall which soon curved inward upon itself. Anyone entering the clearing at that time would have seen the smoke's unnatural rise, noting how its column rising into the night air was gradually narrowing until, at the very top of the dome, only the slimmest of persons would be able to fit through the gap through which the excess smoke was permitted to escape. It was still possible to see through the wall of smoke and watch over the young couple, but I did need to peer a little more intently through the smoke and the flames, and it was nearly impossible to Zhuri on the other side of the magical workspace. 

With the building phase of the ritual having been completed, Zhuri and I could at last take turns simply maintaining the workspace and ensuring the proper flow of the magical power being created within. I heard the subtle yet telling shift in my companion's chant, and responded with one of my own before her soft voice faded into obscurity. Despite the fatigue in my throat, I continued the chant, thankful that I could at last lower my arms to my sides. 

As my chant continued, I peered through the dark smoke and the colorful flames. The lovers had changed position so that he was on his back as she bent over him, her hair obscuring their kiss from my view. They were again holding hands, and although I could not see past their heads to the other side of the altar's surface, I could sense that they had at last created a full circle of power between them, their comingling blood facilitating the power's flow and gradual building to strengthen and enhance their bond. 

While my eyes kept glancing up at the top of the smoky dome to ensure that its structure was still intact, much of my attention was focused upon the couple atop the altar. Their mutual hand-holding had ended for the moment as she essentially crawled down his body. Since she was no longer laying upon him, I could clearly see how aroused he had become, his erection thick and long and probably quite weighty upon his belly. For just a moment, I envisioned him kneeling behind her, his hands seizing her hips tightly as he plunged violently into her body, making her claw at the altar's surface and scream passionately from the brutality of that single penetration. 

That quick vision, that base thought, was enough to make me recognize the warmth and wetness which had formed between my legs. While I always became somewhat aroused from conducting this ceremony for the benefit of others, I was a bit surprised at just how aroused I had become from that one vision. 

How long had it been since a man had last been inside my body? Perhaps three years, or was it four years? I recalled that it was behind a tavern when I was traveling. I remembered having been drowning my sorrows in a sweet-tasting ale with several men fawning over me as the brew eased my mental pain and opened me to their advances. In the end, only two of them made use of my body, and I had never forgiven myself for that terrible night... 

Yet as I watched the young woman upon the altar taking her partner's erection into her mouth, I saw that which had been severely lacking on that night long ago: love. The man and the woman upon the altar truly loved each other. It was evident in their body language. It was evident in their genuine smiles whenever their eyes connected. It was evident in how she clearly relished having his male anatomy between her lips, smiling slightly even as her thin lips slowly slithered down his length. 

It was not the first time that watching a couple at the center of this specific ceremony had aroused me, but it was evident that this man and this woman truly loved each other. Admittedly, some of the couples who wanted to be bound in this manner did it for what I felt were the wrong reasons, but this couple... It was just a guess, but I had a feeling that they had passionately loved each other in at least one previous life, and that, consciously or not, they had sought each other in this life and longed to be bound by this ceremony as a recognition of the prominence of their love. 

The love that Zhuri and I shared might not have been as physically strong as the love which already bound the couples upon the altar, but our love still sustained me and comforted me, to the point that I had been considering asking Zhuri to perform this ceremony with me - not as facilitators, but as the couple to be bonded. 

Above the sounds rising from the straight and circular trenches, I could hear the man's groan as his mate bobbed her head faster with a hand simultaneously stroking him. I wondered if some of her own blood from her hand had tainted her lips, but if it had, she did not appear to care. I had a feeling that she had become practically oblivious to the flames, the chant, the two strangers watching as she pleasured him. She seemed to be completely unaware of anything save for him, his pleasure, his enjoyment of their foreplay. 

My lover's voice rejoined the chant. That was good, for my voice needed to be rested. A few moments later, I softened my voice before finally halting my performance, Zhuri's voice continuing the task. I watched for a few moments longer, absolutely amazed by how strong the love of this couple was, before I finally turned and stepped away, heading toward the spring just within the tree line to the north of the circle. 

Within the trees, the air was cooler, being well away from the heat of the flames. Even while still wearing the robe, I felt better without the constant heat wafting around me. With practiced ease, I found the spring and knelt, cupping my hands to collect the pure water and draw it to my parched lips. I do not know how long I remained there as I drank from the earth, but I could plainly hear my companion's continuing chant, and I could only faintly hear the sounds of the burning within the various trenches. 

I rose at last but remained amongst the shadows of the trees, watching Zhuri. She stood with her wrists crossed behind her, at the small of her back, her posture one of proud self-confidence as her voice continued to control the form the smoke-walled dome. Shifting my attention to the altar, I saw that the woman was laying upon the man, their hands locked together as they kissed anew with an intensity I had not witnessed from a couple in a long, long time. 

Watching the young couple made my arousal intensify, to the point that I truly wanted to shed my robe and stand naked amongst the trees, touching myself as I witnessed the physical manifestation of their love. I was no stranger to being nude in Nature nor around others, for there were several ceremonies the coven would always perform wearing nothing other than head adornments designed to help us all visualize the various roles being enacted. Yet touching myself during that particular time seemed improper, to the point of potentially profaning the clear love enveloping the couple upon the stone altar. 

As I felt my wetness trickling down the inside of my thighs, I emerged from the trees, purposefully walking not to my previous position, but to my companion. I saw her glance in my direction, but otherwise her attention remained focused upon the couple, the flames, the dome of smoke, and the continuing chant. When I reached her, I simply placed my hands upon Zhuri's shoulders, closing my eyes for a moment and willing my love into her. The chant did not falter as she opened herself to receive what I wanted to give her, and when she reached back with her hands to gently caress my hips, I felt her love flowing into me in return, her chant unwavering in the process due to the many years of practice. 




Legend Ch. 01



There are many legends in Switzerland, most are well known, passed down from generation to generation, but some are less well known. Some of the less well known are simply silly stories invented to pass the long winter nights, others are seldom spoken of because they are true, which of those is this legend? You decide.

Lucy and some friends are up in the mountains, skiing. but not on an official slope, they are far off the well used slopes, on a part of the mountain they've never skied before which would have been a lot more fun if it wasn't for the avalanche.

They heard the sound, and looked up, the snow high on the mountain was moving, gathering speed as it slid down towards the head of the valley in which they were now trapped, the sides much too steep to climb without equipment, and so they did the only thing they could, they sped up, trying to escape the steep sided valley they were in. Trying to get away before the avalanche spilled out at the head of the valley and turned towards them as it surely must. Below them the trees filled the valley, not a dense forest, just enough to obscure their view, but they had no choice, and going full speed they aimed for the gaps between the trees, ducking and weaving to avoid the branches, hoping the trees would slow the avalanche or that the valley would open out so they could get clear.

So they raced through the trees, fast and faster, until suddenly there were no trees, which was good but there was also no snow, no ground, no nothing. Which was not good.

A parachute would have been handy, but they had only packed a picnic, and picnics are well known for being useless parachutes, in the same way that parachutes taste awful.

Obviously gravity was not taking a day off, and they began to fall, actually they had no difficulty falling at all, even though they tried hard not to practice falling ever since they were kids. Anyway, as our heroine fell, she noticed that instead of the ground far below rushing up to greet her, as she feared it would, instead the light started rushing away, leaving an ever growing darkness which seemed delighted to make her acquaintance, which was not entirely bad, since hitting total darkness is absolutely painless. Unless of course something hard is hiding in it, like the ground, but nothing was, so our heroine fell through the utter darkness, happy that it was hiding nothing hard, when suddenly...

Splosh..!!

Now if falling though darkness has to end, then a 'Splosh..!!!' is not an ideal ending.

As our now soaking wet heroine will verify, being soaking wet in the dark having fallen off a mountain is not high on anyone's wish list, especially hers. Luckily our heroine can swim, even in the dark and especially when in the distance she can see a light, a light that looks very much like the kind of light that makes friends with an open log fire.

Oh, talking of friends, they also fell into the dark, and did the 'Splosh..!!!' thing too, and being good swimmers we can surmise that they are currently wet and busy swimming.

Back to our heroine who is swimming fast, partly because being in the light seems a good idea, but mostly because being warm and dry by a fire is better than being cold and wet in a lake.

So it was not long before Lucy reached the shore, climbed out of the water and walked cautiously towards the fire. Partly because she had seen enough silly DVD's where young women rushed blindly from one peril to another and partly because it seemed that a very lazy person had lit the fire. Most people chop down trees to make a fire, only the very lazy set fire to whole trees. Very lazy or...

Or Dragons.

Our heroine gulped, closed her eyes, opened them, gulped again, yup, a Dragon, except not having seen a real live dragon before, she only guessed that was what the creature was. It certainly had all the things that dragons are supposed to have, sharp claws and wings and stuff, except that our heroine could not remember ever having seen or heard of a pure white dragon before, or one that looked so, well, so girl-like, so well, sexy. That is if you ignore the sharp claws and razor sharp fangs which seldom appear sexy, even to other Dragons.

So carefully, as it seemed wise to let sleeping dragons lie, even sexy ones, our heroine crept closer to the fire, close enough so that she was soon getting warm, or at least she would be, once she got out of her soaking wet clothes.

Getting naked was not unusual for our heroine, but doing so close to a Dragon was a first. Even so she stripped off her wet clothes and carefully spread them out on some rocks to dry, before laying down on a large flat rock that seemed to have been warmed by the fire, it was very comfortable, even for a rock.

Soon our naked heroine was sleeping, just as soundly as the sexy white dragon, but without the claws and razor sharp teeth.

Now we need to leave our heroine for a while, because she's sleeping, and because it's my story and I'll tell it in my way.

So... Long before our heroine met her friends and set out to go skiing, a girl was walking across a hillside, the sun on her face and the breeze in her hair, happy as a girl can be when she is doing what she loves, well, at least avoiding doing what she hates, for the girl is a seeker, a scout if you like, not exactly a hunter, she is in search not of prey, but of a rare and precious commodity, known in her world as humans, specifically female humans.

The girl's name is Kala and she is happy, walking across the hillside, happy because the sun is on her face, and anyone who has any authority over her is far away, but mostly because she is free to enjoy the alps and the sun.

Of course she is a very good seeker, so she is not wandering around aimlessly, she is heading for one of her favourite spots, one known for the appearance of humans, and soon she is no longer on the hillside, but in the forest, threading her way through the trees, heading for the lake.

Now, even though the girl has no idea what a DVD is, she is not so silly as to go to sleep in the forest all alone, oh no, even as brave and fit as she is, that is not a wise thing for a young woman to do, and besides it's damn cold in the alps at night, especially for a naked girl, so once she reached the lake she closed her eyes, made her mind do that weird thing, and kept her eyes tight shut as she felt her body changing. It's one thing for a beautiful girl to be able to change into a sexy white dragon, but quite another to see the change taking place, it still freaked her out a bit, so she always kept her eyes tight shut.

Even dragons feel the cold, but a few quick breaths of fire on a small group of tall pine trees and she had a nice fire going, then she settled down to sleep. After all, who is going to mess with a dragon..??

When Lucy awoke she opened her eyes to find a girl standing over her, the girl was about her height, and pretty, not model pretty, but athletic healthy pretty.

What Lucy noticed most was the girl's hair and eyes, her hair was almost straight and seemed to be cut kind of ragged, it was the colour that caught Lucy's attention, it seemed that every colour imaginable was there, like a rainbow of highlights, her hair, together with the purest purple eyes Lucy had ever seen made the girl striking, and somehow friendly, as if nobody with such features could be a bad person.

Lucy remembered the Dragon, the sexy looking pure white Dragon, well if you discount the sharp claws and razor sharp fangs, neither of which Lucy found sexy, but looking around for the Dragon, all Lucy could see was the remains of the fire, the ashes of the burnt trees still hot, hotter than the morning sun that was still low in the clear sky. What Lucy could not see were her clothes.

Then the girl spoke, her voice sounded friendly, warm, but Lucy didn't understand a single word, could not even identify which language the girl was speaking, which surprised our heroine, who was fluent in several languages, and had heard many more spoken.

As the girl spoke Lucy began to realise that the girl didn't expect her to understand, it was almost as if the girl was speaking to herself, or talking just to reassure Lucy, either way it didn't matter much, as the girl reached out with one hand, not trying to take hold of Lucy, but more an invitation, her voice reassuringly calm and warm.

Lucy wanted to accept the invitation, but first she wanted her clothes, and so she kept her hands to herself and looked around, standing up to see better, but there was no sign anywhere on the rocks close by where she was sure she had laid them out to dry.

The girl spoke again, more insistent this time, and raising her arm she pointed, pointing to Lucy's clothes which now hung on the low branches of closest unburned trees to the fire.

Lucy smiled happily, said "thank you," and started to walk towards the trees, the girl following her, staying close, but not too close, watching as Lucy dressed, her clothes now completely dry and rather warm.

Ski boots, trousers and jacket, plus of course her small rucksack, which contained the leftovers of yesterday's picnic, a dry shirt, first aid kit, shovel, an emergency locator, ice axe, day-night flare and a space blanket. Lucy often ventured into the mountains, to walk, to climb, to ski, often with her friends, sometimes alone or with just a single companion. She had much more sense than to go unprepared.

So, dressed and feeling much more comfortable, Lucy fastened her rucksack, shrugged it onto her shoulders and turned to the girl who was once again beckoning invitingly.

An invitation Lucy wanted to accept, mostly because the idea of being alone was not very attractive, especially when the Dragon might return, and since she was sure it had been a Dragon, Lucy was certain that wherever she was, it was not where she had been.

But first she wanted to find her friends and that meant searching along the lake shore, which seemed a logical place to start. But when Lucy moved towards the lake the girl became agitated, jumping ahead of her, beckoning and pointing to the trees, she seemed so anxious that Lucy relented, and followed the girl to the trees, still looking at the lake, relieved when she noticed that the girl was leading them not deeper into the forest, but staying close to the edge of the trees, she too was looking at the lake, and so Lucy relaxed and allowed the girl to lead the way.

Lucy loved the outdoors, liked to swim and cycle, climb and ski, she considered herself fit, but the girl seemed tireless, agile and ever watchful. As the sun rose and morning became afternoon they seemed to have reached the far end of the roughly oval-shaped lake and were now heading back along the far side.

Twice Lucy had tried to head down to the lake to drink, but each time the girl had blocked her path, and so Lucy had reluctantly drunk the last of the water in her small rucksack.

She was just trying to think of a way to communicate her growing thirst when she heard the scream...

Lucy recognised the scream, it was her friend Anja. But a scream unlike Lucy could ever remember hearing her friend make before. By the time she realised that, she was already running towards the sound, up the slope, through trees that she tried her best to dodge even though she never slowed her pace, at least not until she reached the top of the slope and the girl grabbed her, almost jumping on her to stop Lucy running down the other side, Lucy shouted, at least tried to shout, the girl's hand had clamped over her mouth, silencing her anger at being stopped, even as she looked down the slope and saw her friends, a huge black dragon, and a man. A naked man pinning and even more naked Anja over a rock as her friend screamed and screamed.

As strong as the girl was, she could not hold Lucy, nothing could stop our heroine, not when right before her eyes her friend was about to be raped. At least Lucy hoped it was 'about to be'. Struggling free of the girl had pulled her rucksack from her back, the straps holding the ice axe had snapped, without thinking Lucy grabbed the ice axe and ran down the slope, too angry to think, to angry to shout, to angry to do anything but save her friend. Which is just as well, because her silence gave him no warning, none at all.

But her movement had caught the attention of the huge black Dragon.

Lucy had never heard a Dragon snarl, the sound was deafening, so loud it made the trees around the hollow shake and vibrate, so loud it caught our heroine completely by surprise and she tripped, fell, rolled down the grassy slope, towards the rock, towards her friend, and towards the man.

Lucy had tumbled right down to where the man still stood, she gasped for breath, then gasped again for as she looked up at the man she saw the huge black Dragon towering over him, claws seeming to rake the sky, razor sharp fangs glinting evilly in the sunlight, the huge black head swooping down, the purple eyes focused on her.

However our heroine was still angry, more angry than she had ever imagined she could be, an anger made stronger by the sight of her naked friend spread over the rock, her legs forced apart by the man's hands, his intent obvious. Lucy did her best to spring to her feet, but dizzy from tumbling down the slope she staggered and in forcing herself to her feet she head-butted the man right between his legs, his screams adding to the noise, yet lost in the huge black Dragon's snarl.

Lucy is many things, but she is not fearless, but she is brave, and fiercely loyal to her friends. Her focus was on saving her friend, that one goal was all she could think of, even as the huge black Dragon's head loomed over her, she threw herself at her friend, only dimly aware of the second snarl, the flash of more razor sharp fangs, more claws, and the blur of black and white. Anja clung to Lucy, shivering, shaking, terrified. Lucy held her friend, her naked trembling friend, soothing her, comforting her, and without thinking, kissing her.

Later Anja would often remember the man, his attempt to rape her, but the memory was always hazy, a soft shadow compared to the blinding heat of that kiss. Anja would never forget that kiss, never. Lucy would never forget her friends first words as their kiss finally ended. "Lucy..? Your eyes...?? Your eyes are purple....!!!

Just then the other girls screamed, terrified as the white Dragon returned, claws tipped with red, fangs dripping, the white Dragon slowly folded it's wings and spoke.

Of course the girls didn't understand a word, and their trauma and imagination crafted the sounds into a threat to eat them. Whilst Lucy understood every word, her shocked expression was due not to what the Dragon said, but because she could understand every word. That the words made no sense, at least not right then, only increased her shock, and her shocked expression made her friends even more afraid.

"Welcome sister, welcome to my world."

"How? Who? What?" Our heroine gulped, then, "Fuck..!!"

Few humans have ever seen a pure white girlish sexy Dragon smile sweetly, fewer still have ever heard a pure white girlish sexy looking Dragon mutter "later."

Our heroine did.

"I will stay as I am, though it frightens your friends." The Dragon's voice as smooth as honey dripping from a knife. "The other one might yet return, though he'll take more care, lest you kill him too." At that moment our heroine discovered that a pure white girlish sexy Dragon's giggles sound like spring water gushing over pebbles in a mountain stream. "You are very sexy when you're angry, but if you get angry again, you should undress first."

Our heroine understood every word, none of them made sense.

At least not until she helped Anja from the rock and turned around, for that is when she saw the man, the naked man, the naked dead man, the tip of her ice axe sticking out of his chest where he had fallen on it.

"Dragons cannot be killed, except by their own apathy for life, but when a Dragon takes on their other form, their human like form, then they are as vulnerable as you are, in killing him, even accidentally, you assume his abilities, you too are now a Dragon, a very sexy one I hope." At that moment our heroine discovered that a pure white girlish sexy Dragon can wink in such a way that makes a heroine want to get naked, not to mention the effect such a wink has on our heroine's pussy.

"I can't... it's imposs.... I mean..... FUCK..!!" Our heroine was rather lost for words.

"Later, I promise, the Dragon replied, her voice now more like sweet warm honey oozing down a knife. Lucy felt her pussy get warm and wet at the Dragon's words, wondering if the razor sharp fangs gave her words that edge? Perhaps the girl's voice would just be sweet warm honey..?? Our heroine's pussy got hot at the thought, her nipples joined in, not wishing to be left out, whilst her clit throbbed agreement, seemingly eager to find out.

All in all Lucy's body had pretty much decided that the best thing to do with a (deep breath) naked girl who was pretty, not model pretty, but athletic healthy pretty, who's hair was almost straight and seemed to be cut kind of ragged, hair that seemed to be every colour imaginable, like a rainbow of highlights, with striking pure purple friendly eyes a sexy girl who with such features could not be a bad person, but who just happened to be able to turn into a pure white girl-like sexy Dragon with sharp claws and razor sharp fangs. (another) ...was to make love with her, endlessly, in short to touch and taste and kiss and hold and lick and smell and finger and nibble and grasp and pinch and tongue and thrust and... and if you don't think that's the short version, just wait until they get together... (deep breath, well done)

By now the girls had stopped screaming, mostly because their throats were sore, but also because of the way Lucy was looking at the Dragon. The pure white... (oh no, not again.!!) anyway, the way our heroine was looking at the Dragon had utterly convinced the girls they were in no danger of being eaten. 

How wrong they were, though eaten is a rather ambiguous term, luckily for them, for they proved to be very tasty.

It was Anja who spoke next, though first she kissed our heroine again, this time just a quick kiss, hardly long enough for their tongues to greet each other again, then pulling herself away with a visible and reluctant effort, Anja spoke. "Thank you, thank you for saving me, for saving us all, I will repay you, I promise.. The look in her eyes and the way her body opened up in invitation made it quite plain as to how that payment would be made.

The other girls nodded agreement, for although they had not been close enough to feel everything, they had seen everything and felt enough, indeed still felt the desire that seemed to draw them to our heroine. 

Monika blushed, Maja grinned, Eva winked, Francesca (Fran) giggled and Helen did that eye-lid lowering thing that she did better than anyone, so well that it drove the boys wild, and made more than a few girls pant with a sudden desire. All of them forgot their fear, forgot their nakedness, forgot everything but how sexy our heroine looked and how lucky Anja was to have kissed her... twice..!! (Not that they were keeping count, not much.)

Meanwhile Anja was studying her friend closely, "They're not purple anymore..." Her voice had a new tone to it, that of a lover not just of a friend, yet it had a hint of sadness, "I liked your eyes being purple, they looked so beautiful," she stopped dead, "I'm sorry, I.. you... your eyes are beautiful, it's just.." she sighed softly and clung to Lucy, as if her embrace would explain everything, as if by holding her friend she could gain... Forgiveness..? Our heroine, now even more confused, hugged Anja tight, kissed her cheek, then turned to the white Dragon.




Legend Ch. 01



"So what happens now.?"

"First we need to get your friends to safety..." The white Dragon eyed the girls, "as appetising as they are, that will have to wait, if the black Dragon returns he may not be alone, so we need to move, put distance between us and this place," the white Dragon glanced at the man, "and him." The Dragon's tone was flat, unemotional when she spoke of the man, "but first you need to change."

Lucy nodded, letting go of Anja she started to walk up the grassy slope.

"Where are you going?"

"To get my rucksack, I need it, especially if I am to change."

Lucy was unaware of how Dragons, even pure white girlish sexy looking ones express exasperation, the trees behind the Dragon did know, but knowing did them no good, the white Dragon hissed steam and lashed her tail left and right, felling trees that split and shattered, the sound like cannon fire, or at least the sound that film makers used when cannons fired, for Lucy had never heard a real cannon fire, then again, she had never seen a Dragon hissing steam either.

Our heroine smiled at the white Dragon, "You are very sexy when you're angry, but if you get angry again, you should let me undress first." Then with a slow and very sexy wink, Lucy turned back and continued up the slope, with every step her perfect ass punctuated the white Dragon's passion, Lucy knew it, Lucy took pleasure in it, exaggerating the sensual roll of her hips, taunting the white Dragon with her perfect ass.

Behind her the white Dragon ran out of steam, her eyes focused on our heroine's ass, that perfect ass... The white Dragon no longer hissed steam, but sighed and drooled.

When Lucy returned, her rucksack on her back, it was Eva who spoke. The girls had moved to join Anja by the rock, though they had all carefully avoided the body of the man. All except Eva, who had acted in typical Eva fashion, grabbing the man and rolling him over, so she could grasp the ice axe and pull it free. Eva had always been the tomboy of the group, though her looks belied her character. Pulling an ice axe from a body is not easy, or for the squeamish, Eva stood astride the man, placed one foot on his back and taking the ice axe in both hands she braced herself and pulled, the muscles in her long legs toned by years of climbing and mountain biking, slowly her strong legs straightened and the ice axe pulled free, the last part came free in a rush, the narrow point no longer gripped, Eva fell back, cutting her finger on a sharp part of the axe. Without thinking she raised her finger to her lips, and licked... Then bent down and wiped the axe on the grass, to remove the blood.

"So what happens now?" Eva asked, handing the ice axe to Lucy.

"That is what I asked." Lucy replied, looking from Eva to the white Dragon.

"You explain, the Dragon replied, I'm going to go get lunch." With that the white Dragon spread her wings and with a single powerful sweep she lifted high in the air and flew off towards the lake. The muffled whisper of her wings almost hiding Eva's gasp...

"I could hear her... I mean I could understand her... Oh fuck me.."

Monika, Anja Maja, Eva, Fran and Helen all spoke as one... "Later...!!!"



Legend Ch. 02



All the girls giggled as Eva blushed, though Fran giggled most, for she had more practise. Lucy just rolled her eyes... Her eyes... "Had they really been purple?" Lucy asked herself, "and if they had, why were they not now? Was it true? Was she really a Dragon?" She had understood exactly what the white Dragon had meant by her having to change, our heroine is not stupid, she simply wanted time to process everything, it was a lot to accept, if it were all true. And if it was all true, just where were they?" 

"Lunch." The girl walked into the hollow, her multicoloured highlights glinting in the sun, her purple eyes glancing around before coming to rest upon Lucy.

"A parallel universe is not at all like parallel parking, if you screw up a parallel universe it does a lot more than scratch paint work, a whole lot more. Nobody can remember just who or when this universe got screwed up, but then I doubt anyone in your universe knows who screwed up your world either...?"

"No, they don't" Lucy replied without thinking, then she did think... "You can read my mind..!!"

"I can do many things." The girl replied, "as can you, now."

"I can..?? Ka... Kala..?? Your name is Kala, isn't it?"

Kala smiled, "it is, and you are learning fast, but not fast enough, I've brought lunch, fresh steamed fish, I added a few herbs before I finished letting off steam." She grinned and held out the fish to the girls. "Eat quickly she told Lucy, we need to get you to change soon, before the black Dragon returns."

"How.?"

"You'll find it easier with time, but to begin with it helps to feel a strong emotion, anger for instance..." With that Kala closed her eyes and changed. The girls gasped, then stood quietly, stunned by the transformation as the beautiful girl became the pure white Dragon right before their eyes.

As soon as the change was complete the white Dragon opened her eyes, those purple eyes flashing, burning with a passion, not one of love, a passion for... For exactly what Lucy no longer cared, for the white Dragon had reached out and snatched up Anja in it's sharp claws, lifting the naked and screaming girl up, the white Dragon's mouth opening, the razor sharp fangs poised...

Our heroine was taken by surprise, once again she reacted even before her mind had fully grasped what was happening. The anger was so incredibly hot, it seemed to burn inside her, pain rippled through Lucy's body and she screamed, in anger, in vengeance, except the scream was not a scream but a snarl, a snarl so loud the trees shook and the ground vibrated. Lucy was no longer a girl, Lucy was a Dragon, a beautiful girl-like sexy golden dragon, her purple eyes burning, her claws reaching out, her razor sharp fangs poised to strike...

Kala had already changed, now she cradled Anja in her arms. "As I was saying, anger works..." Kala glanced at the ground, "sorry about your clothes." A wickedly sexy grin spread across her face, "I did warn you though, remember? And I was right, you are very sexy when you're angry, and if you recall, I did warn you to get undressed first." On the ground around where the golden Dragon stood the remnants of Lucy's clothes lay scattered, split and shredded as her body had transformed.

"Shit..!!" The golden Dragon swore, "Ok smart ass, now how do I change back?"

"You don't, not yet, first unfold your wings, we need to fly, but first you need a test flight." The white Dragon unfolded her own wings, watching patiently as the golden Dragon copied her, then, with a single powerful sweep the white Dragon lifted into the air, followed by a frantically erratic flapping as the golden Dragon launched upwards, ignoring the giggles of the white Dragon, partly because it was hard enough to fly without knowing how, but mostly because a giggling Dragon makes a very weird sound, humour and razor sharp fangs are not a good mix.

The girls watched in awe as their friend lifted into the air, seeing Lucy change into a golden Dragon was, well it was gross, but once changed they all agreed she made a very beautiful and extremely sexy Dragon. Her first moments of flight made them all giggle, especially Fran, who practised more. It was rather like watching a drunken helicopter pilot, except drunken helicopter pilots seldom survive long enough to sober up, whereas the golden Dragon soon seemed ready to give gravity the bird as she swooped and banked high in the sky. The sun glittering on her scales, so that her whole body seemed to shimmer, as graceful as molten gold, until that is the golden Dragon swooped low and tried to land.

At that very moment a Swiss Air pilot was approaching Zurich airport, guiding the huge Airbus A340-300 into final approach. If you had asked him, other than being, albeit politely, told to shut up, he would agree that there are several things all pilots are agreed on. First, a landing is a controlled crash, second a good pilot is one who has the same number of take-offs as landings, and thirdly, landing an Airbus A340-300 vertically, is best avoided.

The golden Dragon had swooped with such grace, soared with such glee, and now landed in a cloud of firewood, firewood that seconds before had been full grown trees. It is a well known fact that trees dislike Dragons, with good cause.

Out of the cloud of firewood a slightly dusty and dishevelled girl appeared, a little embarrassed, a lot relieved, and grinning hugely. After all, regardless of the firewood landing, any girl who can fuck gravity deserves to grin.

"Not bad, not bad at all." Kala strolled into the clearing, her eyes bright, her smile wide, her arms reaching out to embrace our heroine. They kissed, a kiss unlike any other either of them had experienced before, passion flowed like lava, their breath hot as their bodies, which seemed to melt together... With an immense effort Kala broke the kiss, "later, soon, but later..."

Our heroine nodded reluctantly. "Very soon... or else..."

"Or else what..?" Kala grinned.

"Or else I'll fuck you so passionately that forever after you'll be known as 'The Dragon with the Girl Tattoo'." Lucy grinned.

"That's a novel idea.." Kala is a beautiful Dragon, but her sense of humour is...

It was only then that Lucy realised that she was naked, and likely to remain so, for apart from her spare shirt she had nothing to wear, nothing much bigger than a postage stamp, for her clothes, even her boots lay shredded amongst the scattered piles of firewood.

"Time to leave," Kala said, "we take three each, and fly far away, somewhere safe where we can leave your friends for a while.

"Three each?" You expect me to carry three people after only one lesson? Are you fucking crazy?"

"Only if your middle name is crazy," Kala replied, grinning, her eyes focussed on our heroine, eyes smokey with purple lust.

Meanwhile Eva had been translating, the other girls listening as she explained Kala's plan. All of the girls wanted to ride upon the Dragons, the desire both inexplicable and simple, they all found the girl-like Dragons very sexy. A quick exchange of looks and they split up, as always there was no need to decide who went with who, the girls had long ago formed two teams, racing against each other, swimming, cycling, whatever the challenge, they always formed the same two teams.

Whilst Kala and Lucy argued, or to be more exact, whilst Lucy ranted and Kala watched our heroine's beautiful eyes becoming more and more purple, the girls picked their way between the piles of scattered firewood, Eva, with Lucy's rucksack on her back stood with Monika and Maja, whilst Anja, Fran and Helen had joined Kala.

By now our heroine had once again changed, her ranting had started the transformation, her realisation that Kala had once again goaded her into it completed the change. Not that Lucy was angry at Kala, not really angry, truth be told she was not angry at all, the real emotion that surged through her body and made her blood boil was lust. Never before had Lucy lusted after another girl so completely, just the thought of Kala made her wet, made her body ache and her nipples burn. a heat that spread to her pussy, a raging inferno that only Kala's tongue could eventually extinguish.

Climbing onto a Dragon's back as not easy, as the girls found out, in fact it's a little like porcupine procreation, the desire was mutual, but the act requires great care. Even so the girls were soon sitting astride the Dragons backs, surprised to find that the shark-fin like spikes on their spines were not rough and hard, but just a little spongy, just as well since each naked girl was sitting astride the spine, wedged between the spikes, the back of one pressing against her sex whilst the one behind spread her ass cheeks and rubbed across the puckered rosebud of her ass.

The white Dragon spread it's wings, lifting high into the air, three naked excited girls riding it's back, feeling the powerful muscles writhe beneath the smooth firm body as they rode the white Dragon, all thrilled at the feeling, the wind in their hair, the sun on their bodies, and each intimately aware of their fast growing arousal as the Dragon wings beat the air, muscles working, the spikes flexing, almost vibrating against their wetness.

It was Fran, giggling as usual who invented the concept of Dragon speed being measured in orgasms per mile, a calculation that later caused much blushing and a lot of glazed expressions. Never was the phrase, "cum fly with me," more apt, or more enthusiastically enjoyed.

Our heroine was glad that Kala knew where they were going. Being able to fly was exhilarating all on it's own, being ridden by three close friends, all of whom where moaning and cumming, between giggling and shrieking as Lucy experimented in diving and swooping, well, that just added to Lucy's ever growing sexual frustration.

The act of changing into a Dragon was, well, it was kind of gross, but actually being a Dragon, that was, well, it was fucking amazing, at least our heroine thought so, with special emphasis on the 'fucking' part. Lucy rarely read fantasy stories, of course as a child she was told many of the popular Swiss folk tales, myths and legends, but those were almost all just tall tales, embellished over time, often twisted to suit the teller's morals. In the myths Lucy vaguely remembered Dragon's skin to be rough and scaly, like armour, the Dragons themselves always evil, fire breathing beasts to be hunted and killed, now Lucy realised that there is a vast difference between myth and legend, between folk tales and truth.

Kala had at first flown high, aware of the risk of being seen, yet conscious of Lucy's inexperience, but as they flew on she led them lower, even though they were headed up into the high mountains, the secret alps that only rock and snow called home, or so most thought. As the sun settled lower and the air began to chill, Kala swooped deeper into the valley they had been following, a valley filled with ice and snow, a mountain glacier. Lower and deeper Kala dived, Lucy trusting her, following close. With a single sharp shriek of warning Kala tucked her wings in, almost covering the girls upon her back as she plummeted into a cave on the mountainside and disappeared.

Lucy copied her exactly, aiming for the cave then tucking her wings, protecting her friends as she too plummeted into the cave, disappearing into the utter darkness...

...only to burst out into a secret valley, the dusk light seemed bright after the black cave and dazzled, Lucy spread her wings, just as a girl might hold up her arms. Before her lay the most beautiful valley imaginable, such perfection as the chocolate box artists could only dream of. Most welcome of all was a wide grassy area to land on, hopefully this time with more grace and less kindling.

Our heroine did her very best, and her best is very good indeed. As a second attempt it was much more of a landing than a crash. Which was just as well, for even as the girls climbed down from her now sticky back and the golden Dragon transformed into Lucy, a Lucy with only one all consuming intent.

For thousands of years artists have tried to capture the majestic intensity of two wild animals caught up in a fight to the death. If those artists had seen Lucy and Kala they would have despaired of their feeble artistry. There on the soft turf the two lover met and melded, bodies shining in the last rays of the sun, two pairs of purple eyes, burning with uncontrollable passion, a molten lust that consumed them both, heedless of those around them as they devoured each other, feeding upon each others desire, mindless of all but the touch, taste, feel and wetness they craved more than anything else.

As the full moon peeped carefully over the mountain it lit the two lovers, still entwined together, bodies now slick with sweat and cum, senses full of each others scent and taste, Lucy clinging to Kala who's control allowed her to change not fully, indeed very little, although that is not how our heroine would describe being fucked by a Dragon's tongue, especially when trapped in the arms of the girl she lusted after. 'Little' is very much the wrong adjective when describing a Dragon's tongue.

The moon relaxed as it watched over the two lovers, spreading it's soft light over them like a blanket. Not that they needed a blanket, for here in the secret valley the warmth of a sleeping volcano heated the ground. A quirk of geography that the girls were grateful for, especially as they had reluctantly left the two lovers to sate their long denied yearnings.

From a fold in the ground a girl had appeared to greet them, instinctively she had approached Eva, stopping only to kneel respectfully before the surprised girl. "Welcome Mistress." The girl spoke with an accent similar to Kala's, one which the girls could not understand, except Eva of course, "my name is Katja, if it pleases you I will be your guide and servant whilst you are here..." The girl blushed prettily and looked up at Eva adoringly, "please forgive me Mistress, I've never met a real Haxlz before..." the girl's soft voice faded wistfully.

Bending down Eva slipped her hands beneath the girl's arms and lifted her to her feet, smiling as she kissed her forehead "Lead on sweetie," Eva smiled as she spoke, taking the girl's hand in her own, the others following as Katja beamed with pride and led them away, her lithe body bouncing with barely suppressed pride and excitement.

As they walked, Eva thought of what the girl had called her, she knew that in Swiss a "Haxli" was the diminutive for a witch, one lacking malevolence, it was often used to refer to a young girl full of mischief, but the girl had called her a Haxlz, the translation into Swiss was almost impossible, in English she thought it closest to sorceress, not a witch, but one possessing powers, or gifts. Certainly her ability to understand Kala and Katja was a very welcome gift, Eva wondered what else she might be able to do..??

Katja led the girls down into the fold, the gentle grass slope allowed them to see a group of bushes, roughly forming a circle, as they approached one of the bushes Eva could see a soft light deep inside, visible through an arch between two smooth bark covered posts. As they entered the girls realised the bush was a house, or was the house a bush? The floor was a single huge flat rock, around which the bushes had grown, their limbs woven to form a dense mass that seemed to keep out the light and presumably the rain. The rock was warm beneath their feet, warmer than the ground outside, certainly warm enough that none of them felt the chill of the night even though they were deep in the high Alps.

"If it pleases you Mistress, I will go and fetch you and your friends food and drink?" Katja was trying her hardest to be respectful, but her natural exuberance kept bursting through, her eyes dancing with pride and delight as she awaited Eva's response.

"An excellent idea, thank you sweetie." Eva smiled, holding the girl close as she kissed her forehead again, once released Katja skipped away, reminding Eva of a puppy or perhaps more aptly a young girl on Christmas morning.

The girls had settled themselves on thick fur rugs that covered the rock at the back of the house. As Eva joined them they set upon her, eager to know what had been said, equally eager to include her in their lovemaking, for although they were tired and hungry, they were all still highly aroused from the ride on the Dragons, not to mention the sight of Lucy and Kala ravishing each other.

Explanations had to wait, for Eva's parents had raised her never to talk with her mouth full, and right then it was full of Anja's pussy. The six girls had known each other for most of their lives, yet until now none of them had looked at each other in quite the way they did now. Of course a few of them had experimented, a kiss here, a touch there, but until now none of them had found the others arousing, none had felt the desire, no the need to touch and be touched, kiss and be kissed, love and be loved.

The house glowed with the soft light of fire-flies feeding on the sweet fruit placed to attract them, whilst the girls moaned and writhed together, a tangle of sensuality, uncaring of who they pleased, or who pleasured them, sharing their bodies as easily as they shared a cafe bill back home.

They had barely sated one hunger when Katja returned bearing a huge tray to sate another. The range of food delighted the girls, fish and meat, fruits and vegetables, most they recognised, a few they didn't, but all found enough to eat, fresh spring water and fruit juices quenched their thirst, the only things missing were desert and coffee, though from the way Katja looked at Eva, she herself was very much on the menu, and the way Eva's eyes caressed her, it seemed that she at least would enjoy desert.

That night seven bodies lay entwined, all cuddled together, six friends who now shared a love that would bind them together for life, and one servant girl who's accent in the throes of ecstasy had inspired Eva to take her higher still, until the girl lay spent in her arms, as happy as she was sore, drifting off to sleep with only one thought, to serve her Mistress forever, the willing slave of the most kind and loving Haxlz ever.

Meanwhile Lucy and Kala had finally exhausted themselves upon and within each other. For a while they lay together in a tangle of arms and legs upon the warm soft grass, the moonlight still blanketing them, later their hunger grew, demanding sustenance. When Kala had suggested they hunt, Lucy had baulked, revolted at the thought of an image involving razor sharp fangs and one of Bambi's cuter cousins.

The very thought sped the change and soon the two Dragons took to the air, twin streaks of white and gold as they tore through the night, swooping up through the cave and bursting out into the crystal clear air of the mountain peaks. Swooping and diving the two Dragons headed far away, down the mountains to the low alps, lower still to the forests, Lucy's body awash with pure adrenalin, coming so soon after the endorphin rush of their lovemaking it boosted all of Lucy's senses, never had she felt so powerful, so immensely strong, so utterly free not to mention so very in love, for it was not just a meeting of fingers and tongues, their lovemaking was a meeting of hearts and souls, both knew it, neither doubted it's power, nor as yet had they expressed it aloud, except in cries of ecstasy and moans of desire.

Lucy glided soundlessly above while Kala swooped down, below her a full grown stag stood on a rocky outcrop, antlers scratching at the full moon, the jagged cut on his hindquarters a fresh and deadly battle scar. In one deft move Kala plucked the stag into the air, her sharp claws going deep, the stag died instantly, saved from the lingering death of a crippled king.




Legend Ch. 02



It is rare for a Dragon to share a kill, even their love, that strongest of all emotions could not entirely suppress the natural instinct to feast alone. Kala felt it more intensely, her need to teach her lover overriding all else. So on a high mountain ledge the two Dragons met and feasted, Lucy accepting her needs as a Dragon, aware of the care with which Kala had selected her prey. The image of a Dragon picking tentatively at it's food might be funny, but to Lucy it was no laughing matter. She had not asked to become a Dragon, and even though her body took on the appearance of a huge golden Dragon, deep in her heart she was still Lucy, with all the morals and scruples that she held so dear.

Later that night they hunted again, this time Kala glided above, whilst Lucy sought her first kill, once again the prey was carefully chosen, once again the kill was sure and fast, our heroine was learning fast, not just the lessons that Kala taught, Lucy habitually reflected upon her actions and thus recognised the innate instincts of her Dragon persona, rather than fight them she chose instead to accept them, though she made certain her conscience vetted those instincts carefully. 

They used the last of the night to fly back to the secret valley, the route chosen to mask their destination and prevent their being followed. As they flew Kala opened her mind to Lucy, showing her how to navigate and especially how to find the cave that led to the secret valley. As the sun rose over the high mountains the two girls cuddled together on a bed of furs, they slept late into the morning, awaking only when Monika entered bearing a tray of food and drink.

Much earlier that morning Katja had awoken with the dawn as was her habit, carefully she had disentangled herself from the sprawl of sleeping bodies and slipped outside to bathe and prepare breakfast for her Mistress. At the bathing pool she greeted some of the other women, fending off their questions as she immersed herself in the warm waters of the natural pool before heading to the communal kitchen. Along the way she did her best to tell all that she knew about the visitors and the golden Dragon, but most of all Katja spoke of her Mistress, her pride obvious to all as she gave them news of the new Haxlz.

Eva was dreaming, smiling as she slept, the dream formless but the sensations exquisite. Moaning softly she spread her legs wider as the sensations drew her closer and closer. Eva came awake, or rather she awoke as she came, Katja's tongue lapping at her wetness, eyes sparkling as she awoke her Mistress in the best way she knew how.

"Good morning Mistress."

"Mmm good morning to you too sweetie..." Eva stretched luxuriously on the warm soft bed of furs, her body smooth and lightly tanned, sleek curves concealing the muscles beneath, Eva trained hard, but not so much that her muscles bulked, though her flat stomach had just a hint of sculpted muscle. Like her friends she swam and hiked, climbed and cycled, she was also a self confessed volley-ball junkie, especially if a beach was involved. The tallest of the girls, her height made her deadly on the court, her studies made her deadly in court, for her ambition was to be the best prosecutor in Switzerland. Even as a young girl she had dreamed of protecting the innocent, defending those who needed help, but as she grew up and neared adulthood her perspective changed, now her dream was to ensure the guilty paid in full.

"Breakfast Mistress." Katja grinned as Eva sprang at her, pretending to attack the girl. Eva kissed her forehead and then did attack, the food, and her friends, who awoke as a well aimed piece of fruit struck sensitive places.

Fran giggled as she watched Maja trying to lick the splattered fruit from her own cheek, Fran giggled even more at the memory of just how long and agile that tongue was... and where it had been last night.

They enjoyed breakfast, they really enjoyed the bathing pool. The warm water in the pool surprised and delighted them, just as much as the chill of the small waterfall shocked them. After bathing they all stretched out on the warm rocks and let the morning sun dry their bodies whilst they wondered what the day held for them, all except Monika.

Beckoning to Katja, Monika had managed with gestures to have Katja show her the kitchen, for Monika's first love was cooking, which was the subject of much teasing from her friends, for she had the wiry body of a marathon runner, or as Eva had once said, "My ski's have better tits..."

"But my Ski's are faster," the thin dark girl had retorted, smiling, for none of the girls could match her on the downhill speed course.

In the kitchen Monika was stunned to be greeted in English...



Legend Ch. 03



Meanwhile Kala and Lucy had finished their breakfast and bathed, then instead of laying out on the rocks to dry themselves, they walked hand in hand, following the course of the little stream that flowed out of the bathing pool and meandered down the secret valley. Both knew it was time to talk. It was Kala who started. "I know you have questions, and there are things that you need to know, things I need to explain, but some answers must wait, not long I promise."

Lucy frowned, "Ok, but not too long, please."

Kala leaned in and kissed her cheek, "thank you," she smiled, "ok, now ask away, I'll do my best to answer."

Lucy grinned, "for starters, am I stuck here? Can I get home? Are there others? What's with the eye thing? How come Eva can understand you but she's not a Dragon, or is she? What would have happened to....." Kala took Lucy's head in her hands and kissed her for a long time.

"Whoa..! One question at a time..!!"

Lucy grinned, "or what..? You'll kiss me again..?

Kala spanked Lucy's ass, a single swat, accompanied by a wicked grin, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief and passion. "No, I'll kiss you anyway, anywhere, anytime..."

"Good," Lucy's own eyes sparkled as she pounced on Kala, pushing her onto the ground, holding her tight as she first licked Kala's lips before kissing her, her tongue seeking out it's playmate. When they finally broke apart it was Lucy who spoke, her voice breathless, "enough, no more until I get answers..!"

Kala sighed theatrically, "very well, if I must I must..." 

"Good." Now, from the top, "am I stuck here?"

Kala looked at her lover... "you mean you don't..... no, that's unfair, no, you are not stuck here, it is possible for you to go back, at least it was... Now maybe it is again, if Eva has the power and you have the strength."

Lucy looked at her lover, her eyes beginning to turn purple. "Oh no, no talking in riddles, explain properly."

"Your friend cut herself when she pulled the ice axe from Torsten's body, when she licked her finger to clean it, she probably didn't realise that her blood had mixed with his. When you killed him, even though it was accidentally, you took his Dragon persona and his abilities. Because his blood was fresh something happened when Eva licked her finger, it should have killed her, for Dragon blood, even when we are in our human form, is toxic, but on rare occasions, vary rare occasions, it has been known to convey the powers of a Haxlz, your friend can understand me because she is now a Haxlz. The Haxlz." She paused and smiled, "that better?"

Lucy smiled back, "much... so, Eva is a sorceress, well, not exactly, but I can't think of a better translation, so what can she do? And how does that help us get home? And how...." She paused, winked... "aren't you going to kiss me to shut me up...? Again."

Instead of kissing her right away, Kala flipped Lucy over onto her back, at least she tried to, but she couldn't, Lucy was too strong, even though it was obvious our heroine wasn't even trying. Kala smiled and kissed her. "It's working", she thought to herself, "my love's abilities are taking hold."

Kala broke the kiss much sooner than she wanted to, much sooner than either of them wanted to. "I need you to change, right now, you can change back, but I need you to change, now."

Lucy looked down at her lover, sensing something was wrong, but not knowing what, but she trusted Kala so she stood up, stepped away and for the first time changed without Kala goading her at all. "She was right," Lucy decided, it is easier not to look." Eyes tight shut our heroine concentrated, focusing inside herself, letting her Dragon loose. In moments the huge Dragon stood before Kala, wings unfolding, jaws opening to reveal the razor sharp fangs... For a moment Kala tensed, afraid for the first time in many years, then one purple eye winked mischievously... Kala stuck her tongue out... grinning to hide her momentary unease, Lucy's Dragon was still golden...

Back in her own body Lucy ran to Kala, hugging her, giggling, kissing her face and neck teasingly, then she stopped, looked into Kala's eyes... "Why? Why did I have to change? Why were you afraid?"

"I needed to be certain, I love you Lucy, I trust you, but I had to be certain, there are too many lives at risk to take any chances. Your abilities are taking hold, you will soon find you can do things that I can't, did you notice your Dragon form is bigger now?"

Lucy nodded, "yes i did, why? Why were you afraid?"

"Because Torsten's Dragon was black, matt black, evil. I needed to make sure yours is still golden."

"But why?" Lucy asked, a hint of exasperation in her voice, exasperation diluted by concern.

"Dragons cannot chose their colour, neither is it hereditary, it is a reflection of their heart." Kala smiled, the smile chasing away the last signs of fear as love filled her eyes, those purple eyes that Lucy adored so much. "You my love truly have a heart of gold."

Our heroine's eyes filled with tears, tears of love, tears that Kala gently kissed away as they embraced, sinking down onto the soft warm grass by the stream, there they lay together, expressing their love in the most intimate way, tenderly, passionately they made love to one another, neither wanting the moment to ever end.

If only they knew...

"Hiya, hungry? Have you been to the cave yet? Let me get you a drink, which one are you? I'd love to hear all about you... I'm talking to much aren't I? Sorry, it's just that it's so great to have someone new to talk to..." The girl's voice faltered as she blushed and grinned.

"I'm Monika, pleased to meet you, if you don't mind me being in your kitchen you can talk all you want." She smiled, for some reason the girl reminded her of an elf, though not like those who laboured to help Santa Claus. "Perhaps it's her features?" Monika thought, for the girl, though not small had delicate features. "Perhaps a pixie? No, an elf, definitely an elf."

"I'm Suze and it's not my kitchen but you are welcome, very welcome I... I'll shut up and..."

"No, don't stop, please, I'm just as inquisitive as you, how about we take turns whilst I help with whatever you are doing?" Suze had been chopping fruit so Monika looked around for a knife, only to find there were none, only a... a Dragon's fang, actually several.

"Careful, they're sharp, very sharp," Suze warned her.

Monika smiled and thanked her for the warning, testing the edge of the fang by touching it to an apple, surprised to find it sliced right through without any effort, even leaving a scratch on the stone worktop. "Oh my, they are, aren't they, and I've scratched the stone, I'm sorry"

Suze giggled, "that's nothing, when i first got here I dropped one point first on the floor and nobody could pull it out, it went so deep, they had to ask the white Dragon to get it out." Monika looked down, realising that the floor was just like where they had slept, a single huge flat rock.

"So how long have you been here? Did you fall off a mountain too?"

"Oh no, I was hiking in the forest and found a beautiful pond, nobody was around and it was a hot day so I thought I'd go skinny-dipping, I dived in and when I surfaced I found myself in a huge lake.."

The two girls chatted away, Monika explaining about the avalanche and being found by the two huge black Dragons, Suze listening intently to every word, eager for every detail. Monika had just explained how Lucy has appeared from nowhere to save Anja when she stopped dead. "Do you know if we can get home? Are we stuck here forever?"

Suze carefully put down the fang she had been using and wiped her hands. "Come with me, I'll show you the cave." Monika put down her own fang, taking equal care, wiped her hands and took Suze's offered hand.

"Let's go see this cave."

Meanwhile Katja had returned to her Mistress. Eva and the girls were still laid out by the bathing pool. "Mistress, if it pleases you, may I guide you to the cave.? The others are headed there and it is the place of the Haxlz, your place my Mistress."

Eva sat up and looked at the girl, "very well my sweet slave, lead us to the cave," her words surprised them both, Katja happy to be confirmed as her Mistress's slave, Eva wondering just how she had come to accept the girl so easily, after all, slavery was not right, was it?

Led by Eva and guided by Katja, they all headed down the valley towards the cave, the girls happy to be doing something, enjoying the sun and the soft grass underfoot, all pointing out new sights as they followed the stream. None of them voicing their greatest fear, were they stuck here forever?

Kala and Lucy arrived at the cave first, their hearts still racing, the taste of each other on their lips. "This is the cave," Kala announced, "this was the way back, it may yet still be a way back, that depends on Eva, for only a Haxlz understands the message of the cave."

Hand in hand they walked up the grassy slope to the cave's entrance, the mountain rock was granite, as Lucy well knew from her climbing, yet before them the opening was not granite but marble, the opening jagged, un-worked, except for the floor, for as they entered Lucy realised that the floor was as smooth and flat as the lobby of the Baur au Lac hotel back home.

The veins in the marble were purple and scattered with tiny quartz crystals that glittered in the soft light of the sun reflected on the white marble, as they walked deeper into the cave it narrowed until they could no longer walk side by side and had to duck their heads, but then it opened out once more to form a large roughly circular space, like an inverted funnel. Kala led Lucy out into the centre where the while marble of the floor became black, a circle of black marble without any veins at all. Looking up Lucy could see that the roof of the cave narrowed just like a funnel, leaving a small opening high above them through which she could see the clear blue sky.

Behind them came the muffled echoes of voices, Suze and Monica had arrived. Suze entered cautiously, gripping Monica's hand tightly, whilst Monica simply looked about her, awed by the expanse of smooth seemingly polished marble, waving to her friend as she spotted Lucy and Kala. Their voices echoing in the cave.

It was not long before the others arrived, Katja confidently leading the way, her nervousness at entering the cave obliterated by her pride in being at her Mistress's side. 

All of them gathered around the focal point, the black marble circle, it was Lucy who voiced her friends thoughts. "So what has this cave to do with us getting home?" She gestured around, "as beautiful as it is, it's empty, nothing but solid marble."

Katja seemed to shudder, Suze looked nervous, Kala answered her. "This cave is of the Haxlz, though it has not been used since the last Haxlz, it is unchanged, it's power, it's secrets remain, though I know not what they are, for only the Haxlz know those things." She paused and looked at Eva, "it is yours now, this cave, the houses close by, those who live and work there now serve you." Kala smiled, "though perhaps none with such devotion as Katja..."

Everyone looked at Eva, who simply stood, speechless, only the slightest pull on her hand brought Eva's voice back, for Katja had knelt at her feet, her head bowed, one hand raised, still holding onto her Mistress's hand.

"But... I'm.... It's..... How...?"

"All I can tell you, all anyone in the valley can tell you, is that the last Haxlz could send people back from where they had come, and it was from here in this cave that they left." Kala raised her arms, sweeping them around, "within this cave is everything you need, nothing has changed, nothing has been removed, the only changes are time, time and a little dust."

"And you think I can.... Oh fuck me....!!"

"Later..!!" The others chorused, the joke breaking the sombre mood.

"Yes please, my Mistress," Katja spoke softly, yet her words echoed around the cave, Eva intensely aware of just how devoted the girl was to her. Exactly why the girl felt as she did Eva was not sure, neither was she comfortable with the idea of having a slave, though it seemed that she now had many. Not for a second did she doubt the girls sincerity, Katja's behaviour was strange, at least to Eva, but her devotion was unquestionable.

As the others talked, Eva shut out their voices, standing perfectly still, Katja still kneeling at her feet as she looked down at the black marble circle, "it must have a meaning?" she thought to herself... Squeezing Katja's hand she spoke, "water."

"Yes my Mistress," her slave replied, springing to her feet before hurrying off to obey. Still Eva stared down at the black circle, whilst around her the others continued talking, exploring, but most of all distracting her.

"Out..!!" Eva had not shouted, yet still her voice stilled all the others.

"The Haxlz has spoken, we must leave," Kala spoke firmly, the others surprised at how seriously Kala took a single word from their friend, nonetheless they followed Kala's example, only Lucy stayed, moving to Eva's side she hugged her friend and kissed her cheek.

"You can do this, I know you, you'll figure it out." Another kiss and she turned to leave, her movement catching Katja by surprise as she returned with a gourd of water, the gourd slipped from her fingers, fell to the floor and rolled, spilling water across the marble floor.

Horrified at her error, Katja prostrated herself before her Mistress, but Eva ignored the girl's pleas for forgiveness, Eva ignored everything, except the carvings around the black circle, that the water had brought to life.

It was Lucy who lifted the girl to her feet, hugging Katja, "it was an accident, a very lucky accident, see..?" Lucy pointed at the floor, "you have served your Mistress well, look after her for me, please..?" She kissed Katja on the cheek and let her go before turning to leave the cave and join the others. Eva never noticed her go.

All afternoon Eva stayed in the cave, staring at the strange markings, twice she sent Katja for more water, the girl returned quickly each time, remaining quietly near her Mistress, leaving only once to fetch food and drink, the food Eva ignored, the fruit juice she sipped as she moved around, changing position to examine the markings from every angle.

What puzzled Eva was that they made no sense, not because they were strange to her, to her surprise she could read them, just as she could understand Kala, that in itself took a while for her to accept, but still the markings remained a mystery, for though she could read them, they made no sense. It was almost as if... "Come sweetie, we need to go back to the village, now, right now."

Obediently Katja led Eva back to the others, careful to select the quickest route, for her Mistress was in a hurry.

When the girls had left the cave they had walked back to the village, though it was not called that by Kala, that is how they thought of the collection of strange houses, bushes woven over huge flat rocks. For the rest of the day all they had spoken of was the cave, all eager to find out how it could help them return home, all wondering if Eva could solve the mystery.

When Eva returned they all gathered around her, all speaking at once, but Eva didn't seem to notice them, her attention was on Lucy. "I need your rucksack, now, please."

Lucy recognised her friends mood, she had seen it before. Often when the girls met for lunch Eva would be distant, her mind absorbed in a case, her body on automatic as her mind puzzled through the conflicting facts and laws, seeking out an answer, a way to cut through the nonsense so she could present her case to the jury in a way they all understood.

"Here, it's yours if it will help, I'll come with you, maybe I can help too..?"

"No, not now, but I'll take suze back with me, Eva barely paused to thank her friend, turning away as she shrugged the rucksack onto her shoulders and beckoned to suze to follow her, there was no need to tell Katja, she would never leave her Mistress's side unless commanded.

Neither Katja or Suze knew what Eva wanted, but both obeyed her without question. Katja stared in wonder when once back inside the cave Eva took the space blanket from Lucy's rucksack and unfolded it. Never had Katja imagined anything like the big thin sheet of shiny foil.

Eva had curled up on the floor in the centre of the black circle, carefully avoiding any of the markings, then she had the two girls stand facing each other, arms spread wide, the foil sheet stretched before them. "Tighter, you must pull it tighter" she commanded, "but don't rip it, be careful."

Beneath the blanket Eva looked up at the sliver foil, using it as a mirror to study the markings. For a moment she cried out with glee, but then the light in the cave faded as the sun dropped over the mountains, in the growing darkness she could see nothing.

Scrambling out from underneath her improvised mirror she rummaged in Lucy's rucksack and withdrew the day-night flare her friend always carried. Sometimes the girls had joked about Lucy's rucksack and the things she carried, never again.

Back beneath the foil mirror Eva fumbled with the waterproof seal, then twisted off the cap and pulled the cord to ignite the flare... 

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...!!" A dense cloud of bright orange smoke billowed out, quickly filling the cave, blinding the girls, the fumes making them cough and choke, Eva groped for the girls who despite their fear had remained exactly as she had commanded them, taking their hands Eva hurried towards the cave's mouth as quickly as she dared, yet still she only narrowly avoided crashing into the rough marble wall, moving faster now as she followed the wall until all three reached the fresh air.

Katja was trembling, frightened by the smoke, unaware of what a distress flare was. Suze coughed and giggled, she knew what a flare was, she also knew that Eva had ignited the wrong end. Instead of a bright red flare intended for use at night, with which she had meant to light the cave, Eva had ignited the other end, the orange smoke flare meant for signalling in daylight.

All three sat on the grass in the dusk, no longer choking, Katja huddling close to her Mistress, Eva staring glumly at the dense orange smoke that slowly wafted from the cave's mouth, Suze trying hard not to laugh. "It makes a change for it not to be me who it the klutz," Suze said, trying to console Eva, I'm always doing silly things, as I told Monica this morning, I once dropped the Dragon fang I was using to cut vegetables with, the tip buried itself so far into the stone floor nobody could pull it out, they had to get the white Dragon to remove it.

Eva smiled, hugged Suze, then Katja, to whom she spoke softly, "ok my sweet slave, as we cannot go back into the cave yet, how about some food and a comfortable fur or two..?"

"Of course my Mistress, all is prepared for you, if it pleases you I will lead the way..? Katja forgot her fear, her eagerness to serve her Mistress wiped it from her mind. She led them across the grass slope towards the trees that grew at the very foot of the mountainside, there in a clearing amongst the trees were five houses, looking just as those in the village, dense bushes covering each big flat rock. The centre one was apparently Eva's, as that is where Katja led her Mistress, before excusing herself to fetch food and drink, Suze going with her, returning quickly with a bowl for Eva to wash in.

Both girls attended to Eva that evening, Katja trying to serve her Mistress in every way, Suze happy to help. That night all three slept together on a pile of soft furs, though they did not sleep too early. Eva found herself the centre of attention, both girls eager to pleasure her, all three were spent before exhaustion overtook them and they cuddled together, Eva in the middle.




Legend Ch. 03



Eva awoke aroused, very aroused, mostly due to the sensation of Katja and Suze each gently sucking and licking her nipples. "Mmm, good morning, that feels wonderful," Eva smiled and stretched, her movement thrusting her breasts up against her two lover's mouths, their teeth grazing her nipples, she sighed happily, then moaned as their fingers met upon her sex, teasingly opening her, rubbing and probing her wetness. "Oh yes, what a perfect way to wake up..." her words lost in another moan, this one more lusty, the next more urgent as Eva let the two girls take her, whilst she just lay back and enjoyed their deft fingers and clever tongues. 

Later Katja lay in her Mistress's arms, proud to have pleased her Mistress, grinning to herself as she tasted her Mistress on her own lips, content to be cuddled as her Mistress lay recovering from the morning orgasm. Suze meanwhile had excused herself to fetch them breakfast, happy to be able to help, even more happy to see Katja so overjoyed. Suze would not be left out, Eva made sure of that, so by the time they headed back to the cave all three were grinning like cheshire cats and dripping like leaky faucets.

In the night Eva's subconscious had never stopped working away at the puzzle of the markings in the cave, now as the early morning light seeped into the cave she had a plan, maybe not the answer, but at least a plan. However even the best plans get wrecked by the smallest of details. They entered the cave to find the once white marble floor covered in a fine layer of orange, the dye from the smoke flare had settled everywhere and the space blanket lay where the girls had dropped it. "At least it will have protected the black circle and the markings," Eva thought to herself, then, "ok, first we need to clean this place, Katja, go fetch something, a cloth, a broom, anything."

Katja had no idea what a broom was, for though she understood Eva, the word had no meaning in her language, but the meaning was plain, for their footprints were clear upon the orange coated floor. "Yes Mistress, I'll run all the way," turning the girl fled to obey.

Lucy was still sleeping. That night she and Kala had left the secret valley, flying out as the moon rose high. It felt good to stretch her wings, to let her Dragon loose. Lucy was becoming used to this strange duality, girl and Dragon, two very different bodies, but one mind, one will, except that both bodies had their own individual needs and feelings, gradually Lucy was becoming attuned to both, to the mixture of both. Just as importantly she was becoming closer to Kala, learning her lovers moods and body language, delighting in their lovemaking, thrilling in the things her Dragon could do, things Kala showed her, part lessons, part pure exhilaration.

First they had played amongst the mountains, swooping and diving, Lucy quickly mastering the skills of flight, not just simply flying, Kala insisted she practised the precise flight of combat, preparing her for dealing with other Dragons, preparing her to be a seeker as Kala was.

Later they hunted, both selecting their meals with care, no longer sharing their kills, for Dragons seldom share, yet they ate close together, much closer than is normal for Dragons, even those that are in love. Kala thought of her lover as she ate, picturing them together as they sought out more humans, such a life appealed to Kala, it was not her first choice, but it was the best available, at least it had been until now. For Kala knew that Lucy would never be content to be a seeker, and even if she would, her powers and abilities would soon far outstrip Kala's. It was not jealousy that made Kala's eyes burn, it was sadness, a foreboding, for however close they became as lovers, however much that closeness pleased them both, it would still just be a part of their lives, not the whole. The kill consumed, she looked across at Lucy, just that one glance ignited a fresh hunger, her eyes burned with a new emotion, the flames of lust burned hot and bright, it would take hours to quench them, and they would enjoy every minute. 

Lucy too was feeling the heat of passion. The sight of her lover fuelled the fiery feelings inside her, from the very beginning she had thought the white Dragon sexy, girl-like, now they were lovers those thoughts were confirmed many times over. Lucy wondered how two Dragons made love, two female Dragons...

Giggling with a mouth full of razor sharp fangs is not easy and sounds plain weird, but Lucy giggled anyway, even as she lifted into the air, swooped low over the white Dragon and then fled down the mountainside, doing her best to wiggle her perfect ass as she did so, for even in her Dragon form Lucy really did have a perfect ass. Kala dived after her, eyes burning with purple passion, happy to play her lovers game yet aware of her fast growing need for release, Kala wanted to taste her lover, wanted to slake her thirst with the juices of orgasm as they clung to each other, rolling naked on soft furs.

Lucy swooped down to skim low over a huge lake, her golden body reflected in the mirror smooth water, the moonlight playing on her body just as she was playing with her lover. Lifting up to clear the trees she suddenly powered skyward, higher and higher Lucy flew, her huge wings as graceful as they were strong, higher still until the ground faded to become a dappled tapestry of moonlight and shadows.

Far below her the white Dragon was trying to follow, as fast as she was, Kala was no match for Lucy, yet still she flew so fast that the moonlight reflecting on her body made her appear like a shooting star flashing across the sky.

They had ventured far across the land, much farther than Lucy had ever been before. Beneath her the landscape had changed, the mountains giving way to rolling hills and thickly wooded forests before a new range of mountains grew from the rich earth, their rocky cliffs and jagged valleys rising high, the snow covered peaks stretching away into the distance.

Even afterwards Lucy was not sure exactly why she did it, why without warning she tucked in her wings and hurtled down, infinitely faster than a swooping eagle, yet her body shared that same lethal beauty. Kala was still trying to keep up, no longer racing, for she knew she could not compete, yet too stubborn to admit defeat, even in such a playful game.

Lucy's dive caught Kala by surprise, especially as the huge golden Dragon was aiming right at her, long sharp claws unfolding, smooth deadly curves glinting in the moonlight. Kala looked into her lover's beautiful purple eyes and saw not the intense heat of passion, but the vicious fire of hate, anger, vengeance. It happened so fast, the huge golden Dragon plummeting to earth, aimed directly at the white Dragon.



Legend Ch. 04



Afterwards Kala was proud that she had never flinched, never doubted her lover, not even when every sense screamed at her to flee from imminent death.

The huge golden Dragon sped past Kala, aimed directly at the two Dragons that had been about to attack her lover. Lucy knew that Dragons cannot be killed, a part of her was glad of that, for she was not a killer, it was not part of her nature, however protecting her lover was. Tucking in her wings even tighter she extended her sharp claws, passing between the two Dragons she struck, claws ripping into their wings, shredding them so both tumbled away, no longer able to fly, they tumbled down to earth, flapping frantically but ineffectually.

Lucy watched them fall as she soared high above, aware of Kala who now flew at her side. Only when both had crashed into the forest far below did Lucy become aware that Kala was trying to 'talk' to her. She was still not comfortable with mind-sharing, as Kala called it.

"I'm sorry, that was my fault, I let my passion override my common sense."

Lucy looked across at her lover, "no, my fault, I was not thinking, you warned me about flying too far and I forgot."

"Ok, so we both fucked up... how about we go somewhere safe and just fuck...??"

"No, let's go home and make love.." Lucy grinned, though a grinning Dragon looks anything but happy, mostly because of all the razor sharp teeth a grin displays, "... then afterwards we can fuck."

Kala was no better at grinning, her own razor sharp teeth flashing in the moonlight. "Let me lead, please, we need to make sure nobody follows us."

They flew fast and low, Kala guiding them into the shadow of the mountains, using narrow valleys to hide their passage as they skirted the wide open grasslands and forests, circling far from their destination until Kala was sure nobody could have pursued them. The moon was slipping behind their home mountain when the two Dragons dived into the last valley and plummeted into the cave, wings tucked in tight until they burst out into the secret valley.

As soon as Kala landed on the soft warm grass she changed, turning to greet her lover, her naked body primed and ready, her eyes flashing with purple passion. The golden Dragon glided gracefully over the grass, swooping down upon the naked girl, claws tucked in, but tongue extended, the golden Dragon's tongue curled between the girl's thighs and lifted her up as the Dragon banked around and circled the valley, Kala clinging to the golden Dragon's nose, caught by surprise, balanced astride the rasping tongue that spread her sex and tormented her eager clit. The golden Dragon's tongue curled, the tip pressing against Kala's shoulder blades, holding her in place.

Kala was well aware of her vulnerability, in human form she was defenceless, mortal, falling to earth would kill her, yet those thoughts were buried deep, she trusted Lucy, more than that she was about to cum, exhilaration mixing with adrenaline, a potent combination. Kala's screams echoed through the secret valley, the orgasm fast and devastating, Kala felt herself fading into unconsciousness, dimly aware of the warm soft grass beneath her feet, beneath her back... then all went dark. 

So full.. Movement.. Rippling.. "Oh fuck... Fuck..!! Fuck me..!! Kala's eyes snapped open, staring up into the face of the huge golden Dragon... Who's tongue-tip was... "Oh yes..!! Kala's fingers dug into the warm soft grass, trying desperately to stop herself from.. Right then she was not sure what she was stopping, all she knew was pleasure, a fullness she had never felt before, an undulating heat, and, well, helplessness... She tried to scream but had no breath, her body melted, her cum soaking the tongue, the grass, everything went dark again...

Lucy lay on the soft warm grass, her lover cradled in her arms, the two alone in the darkness. She had not yet mastered the ability to partially change, though she had tried as often as she could, but only when Kala was not with her, for Lucy wanted to surprise her lover. That night her passion had been too strong, the urge too great, the idea had formed in her mind only as she plummeted through the cave. Lucy smiled, licking her lips, the taste of her lover made her hungry for more.

Lips brushed Lucy's neck then kissed tenderly. "You said make love first, fuck later."

"That was before I spent an hour staring at your ass as we flew home." Lucy hugged her lover tight and giggled, happy she could giggle properly, "you have no idea how sexy your ass is, my beautiful white Dragon." Kala's giggles were pretty sexy too.

Hand in hand the two lovers walked through the darkness, pausing to kiss and touch, each aware of the others arousal, each stoking the flames of passion, so that by the time they lay down upon the bed of soft furs they were both dripping with lust, a lust that lasted until dawn as they made sweet passionate love, tender, gentle, endless love. 

Whilst the two lovers slept, Katja and Suze were busy cleaning up the orange stained dust from the floor of the cave, whilst Eva watched and thought. Of course as her clumsiness had caused the mess, Eva had tried to clean it up, much to the protests of the two girls, so she gave up and let the girls clean up the mess.

It took a while to wipe and brush away all the dust, both girls carefully working their way towards the centre where the silver space-blanket still lay, a little crumpled, over the black marble circle. When they reached it Suze held one edge whilst Katja carefully smoothed it out, pressing her hand flat down as she ironed out the creases until it lay flat once again.

As the girls continued working, cleaning the rest of the floor, Eva lifted a corner of the space-blanket and carefully pealed it over, hoping it had protected the black marble and the carving from the orange dust..

It hadn't, but perhaps that was just as well, for in pressing it with her hand, Katja had served her Mistress better than she knew. As Eva pulled back the foil she gasped, for the orange dust had stuck to the foil, aided perhaps by the remains of the water. There on the foil where the carved figures, every detail, all picked out in orange, and this time Eva could read it all, it even made sense. Well maybe 'making sense' is pushing it a little, given what Eva now knew, but at least she could read and understand the inscriptions.

Eva had been studying the inscriptions for hours, whilst the two girls had brushed and wiped away every spec of dust along with all of the orange residue until the cave sparkled with light, the rich purple veins standing out against the pure white stone, the myriad of tiny quartz crystals sparkling as they caught and refracted the light. All three were tired, so Eva carefully folded the thin foil blanket and led the two girls out of the cave into the late afternoon sunshine.

The sun was warm, the ground was warm, the grass was soft, the girls were tired. For once Eva was glad she had slaves, at least glad there were others to grow and catch food, At Eva's instruction, Katja called out to others who soon brought bowls of water for them to wash and trays of food and drink. "It's been ages since I ordered take-out," Suze giggled, whilst Katja met the village girls at the door, taking the bowls and trays from them, still eager to serve her Mistress herself.

Until then Eva had given little thought to the five 'houses' and the people who lived there, apparently her people, her slaves.? She was still not at all comfortable with the idea of slavery, and yet apart from Katja none of the people had acted like slaves, all seemed happy and polite, but not exactly subservient.

As the three of them ate, Eva questioned Katja about the villagers, Suze listening as Eva translated, for although Suze had been in the valley a long time she had been unable to learn the language the villagers used, and what she learnt was only from observation and deduction.

"My Mistress, as the white Dragon said, all here in this place serve you, for you are the Haxlz and this is your home. All of us are are Franxlings, for we have all been rescued by the white Dragon, or another of the Rettzinnen."

Eva translated to Suze and as she did she realised that the language was in many ways close to her own native Swiss-German, Franxlings could easily be 'främdling' meaning an outsider or non-local, whilst Rettzinnen sounded like 'Retterinnen' which means female rescuers. 

"Rescued from where?" Asked Suze, "from who?"

"Oh fu......!!" Lucy moaned, holding her head. She had awoken cuddled against Kala, feeling warm and loved, but with a dull throbbing in her head. At first she had ignored it, but as the afternoon wore on the dull throbbing had become worse. "Oh fuck..!!" 

"Again..??" Kala replied, grinning to herself, "not that I object, not at all, but even so......."

Lucy elbowed her lover, then grabbed her shoulder and turned Kala towards her, meaning to kiss her. It was then that Kala noticed her lovers eyes...

"Oh fuck indeed sweetheart." Kala said softly, her face serious, "your head hurts, doesn't it? Like a headache only much worse..?"

"Yes, much worse... But how do you know? And why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong?"

"Come, we need to go, now, right now, whilst you can still fly." As Kala spoke she was already lifting Lucy to her feet, holding her as she walked her outside. "It will get a little better once you change, maybe a lot better, given your abilities, but it will get worse, much worse if we don't go now."

Lucy changed almost instantly, eager for the pain to go, or just fade a little. Kala changed too, wasting no time in lifting up into the sky, followed by Lucy, who sighed as the aching pain faded, she waited until they had cleared the cave and skimmed the valley floor down to the lake before 'talking' to Kala, using the mind sharing thing to communicate.

"What is wrong? What is the ache? Am I ill? Where are we going? Why did it fade when I changed? Will it get worse again? Much worse?....."

Kala tried her best to sound cheerful, not wanting to scare her lover. "If we were not in a hurry I'd kiss you until you stopped asking so many questions at once... Like last time, remember?"

Lucy too was trying to be cheerful, "I only do it so you'll kiss me to shut me up..!! And if you won't kiss me now, I expect double later..!! So there..!!" Kala turned to look at her lover, only to see possibly the cutest look she had ever known a Dragon, any Dragon, to ever have made. The sight of the huge golden Dragon sticking out it's tongue at her combined with the expression and the wriggle of her ass had Kala smiling and laughing, both of which are not easy for a Dragon, something to do with the razor sharp fangs, not to mention the sharp claws.

"What is wrong is that we need to go far and much too close to other Dragons for safety, but we must, for the pain you feel is not a headache, Margarethe is summoning you, so we have no choice, the longer we delay, the worse the pain will get."

"Who is Margarethe?"

Kala did not reply immediately, indeed she took care to shield her thoughts lest Lucy see too many of her memories. "Margarethe is a Dragon, The Dragon." Kala had no intention of lying to her lover, not even by omission. She chose her words, her thoughts, carefully, not to conceal but to explain without overloading Lucy with a lifetime of memories.

"I told you that Dragons cannot be killed, at least not in their Dragon form, I also told you that Dragons die only of apathy for life. Both are true, Being what you call immortal is not as wonderful as it might sound, for eventually the zest for life fades into boredom, every day becomes a repeat of a day already lived a thousand times before, nothing is new, nothing surprises, so eventually immortality as you call it becomes not a gift but a curse, apathy follows... But there are worse things than death, even for a Dragon, the worst of all you are suffering the start of now. Margarethe has the ability to summon any Dragon, her command causes that ache, the pain will get steadily worse until you present yourself to her..."

"But then it stops, right?"

"Yes, then it stops... Unless... Unless she judges you guilty and punishes you... In that case the pain gets worse, much worse, and lasts until she chooses to make it stop... or until the pain drives you beyond madness, beyond everything, everything but apathy. And then..." Kala's voice quivered and faded, for the first time in her life Kala felt utterly helpless, afraid not for herself, but for her lover.

They flew far across the land, far into the night, at first they had 'talked' but slowly Lucy's headache had grown until she could no longer 'talk', needing all her concentration just to follow the white Dragon. Kala knew just how much pain her lover was in, not just from memory, but because it overflowed into her as they 'mind-shared'. At last the dawn came, the sun rising over the most beautiful valley either of them had ever seen, lush grasslands punctuated with vast areas of flowers, many of them just beginning to open in greeting to the sun. Bordering the open expanses were thick forests, through which the dawn light filtered to dapple the forest floor with patches of brightness.

In the centre of the largest forest was a wide clearing surrounding a huge mass of foliage, which in turn was encircled by a stream. The white Dragon swooped down, leading the golden Dragon to land outside of the stream, Kala changed as soon as she landed. "Don't change, just follow me." As she spoke Kala was already running towards the stream, the golden Dragon following, not needing to run to keep up, indeed right then the golden Dragon could hardly walk at all, so great was the pain, yet as soon as her huge claws touched the stream Lucy did change, and just as quickly the pain vanished, completely, utterly, leaving no trace, no lingering ache, nothing.

"What..?"

"I know, you didn't change, you were changed, no Dragon can enter the home of Margarethe, none may even fly over it, for all are changed into their human form at the stream's edge."

Kala reached for Lucy's hand, "come my love, let us face Margarethe together, for your fate is my fate, I will not leave you. I love you." Together they walked from the stream and crossed the wide lawn, heading for the entrance to Margarethe's house. A house which Lucy realised was just like those in the secret valley, but much larger and far more ornate, the branches woven with such skill as to form solid walls and spiralling pillars, the plants artfully arranged so that their leaves became not just protection but decoration, the different colours picking out the natural architecture of the living 'house' that grew around the single rock that formed the floor, at least the ground floor, for as Lucy looked up it was obvious there were more floors above, even though the ceiling of the entrance seemed impossibly high.

Kala stopped before they reached the stone steps that led up to the entrance, Lucy by her side, hand in hand they waited, Lucy wondering what Margarethe would look like, she was soon to find out...

Back in the village the girls had at first felt abandoned, with Eva gone and Lucy spending almost all her time with Kala, it seemed at first as if they had no purpose, except for Monika of course, she was happy in the kitchen, just as Helen was happy in the gardens amongst the fruits and vegetables, for Helen had, or so the others claimed, the greenest fingers in all Switzerland. There was not a plant she could not identify or grow, indeed even the most delicate of withered plants left to cook on a university dorm room windowsill would be revived under her devoted care.

Anja began to make clothes, carefully cutting and stitching pieces of fur together. At first the others though it a reaction to her near rape experience, but it was not, Lucy had saved her from that trauma with a single kiss, a kiss that Anja longed to experience again, indeed she and Fran often kissed for hours, it was never quite the same, but neither girl ever complained. Whilst Anja designed and cut and stitched, it was Fran who spend hours with a borrowed Dragon fang carefully shaving away the fur to produce soft smooth leather for Anja. Of course being Fran she giggled as she worked, but nobody minded, after all, Fran was a very accomplished giggler. Of the six girls that left only Maja.

Every night they still all shared the same house, the same fur bed, they shared each other, in all the possible combinations, nobody went to sleep frustrated or uncuddled, neither did any of them feel pressured, just as they had become accustomed to being permanently naked, so they had become used to living and loving with each other. Of course they had been together for a long time, part of a larger group that had started when they were at school, over the years the group had changed, people drifted away, others joined, in time the few guys moved away as did some of the girls, until only the seven of them remained, perhaps that was why they got on so well together, maybe it was even why they had become intimate with each other. Or perhaps it was simply a way to deal with being trapped in a parallel universe..? 

At that moment Eva was feeling very trapped.

It had started innocently enough, now that she could read the inscriptions and understand their meaning Eva needed time to think. Just as when faced with a complicated case, her mind needed time to explore the options so she could present her findings in a way that made sense, and more importantly to Eva, in a way that was right. For her each case was not about points of law or clever arguments, it was about simple truth and unprejudiced justice. Eva had chosen to do her thinking on the edge of the trees close to the stream, of course Katja was by her Mistress's side and Suze accompanied them, partly because she felt a part of what was happening, but also because she wanted to know what the inscriptions meant, wanted to know if Eva could really get them all home.

Eva had found a spot at the base of an ancient tree upon which to sit, the bark worn smooth as if from centuries of use. The two girls had at first been content to sit on the soft warm grass at her feet, Katja happy to simply await her Mistress's command, Suze happy to daydream about the stream and the forest, her imagination conjuring thoughts of wood nymphs and fairies, secret pathways and beautiful princesses, for deep down there was a lot of elf in Suze, a lot of elf.

Those who know generally agree that elves are closer to imps than to nymphs and fairies, perhaps that explains why Suze began teasing Katja, it was not boredom, nor was it devilment, it was however typically impish and very effective. It was not long before both girls were giggling and playing, both recognising the others growing arousal, each conscious of their own increasing need.

It was the giggling that tore Eva from her thoughts, at first she was annoyed, but one glance at the two girls now sprawled at her feet was enough to make her smile. Despite her unease with the concept of slavery, Eva was fast growing to love the girl, as for Suze, well she was easy to like and a pleasure to be with. Nonetheless Eva needed to think and to think without interruptions.

"If you two don't behave I'll tie you both up and beat you, or fuck you, or both..."

Eva had yet to learn to chose her words more carefully.

"Oh yes please, my Mistress, this one dreams of being treated so..." Katja had sprung to her knees and now knelt at her Mistress's feet, her lithe body pressed to the warm soft grass, her head bowed low and arms stretched out before her, wrists together, whilst Suze was on hands and knees, side on to Eva, wiggling her ass and batting her eyelids...

"I do hope that is a promise... and a threat..." Suze grinned and licked her lips slowly and sensuously.




Legend Ch. 04



"Slave, go fetch me cord and a willow wand..." she paused... "and two zucchini."

Eva had yet to learn to chose her words more carefully.

"Yes, my Mistress, this one will run all the way." Katja was already running as she spoke, whilst Suze just giggled and wiggled her ass more, winking as she slowly spread her knees a little farther apart...

Eva grinned at the joke and closed her eyes, resuming her thoughts.

Once again a giggle interrupted her thoughts, Eva opened her eyes, surprised to see Katja once again kneeling before her, the items she had fetched laid out on the warm soft grass, Suze now kneeling as well, but upright, unlike Katja who was once again prostrate, body pressed to the ground, head bowed and arms stretched out, wrists together, silently awaiting her Mistress's command, unlike Suze who was giggling and grinning, her elfishness more pronounced.

Somewhere deep in Eva's subconscious dwelt a desire, unnamed and unformed yet strong enough to guide her actions. A few sharp commands, a few deft actions, two very surprised girls.

Katja and Suze now knelt on hands and knees, facing away from each other, ankles bound left to right, right to left, the two fresh picked zucchini now nestled deep in their juicy depths, a thin strip of rawhide tied securely to the protruding stalks and stretched tight between the two girls. Eva once again comfortably seated, the long willow wand in her hand. As she slipped once again into her thoughts the willow wand twitched randomly, sometimes flicking left and right to snap again vulnerable asses, sometimes snapping up and down, bouncing on the tightly stretched rawhide which vibrated as it pulled on the deeply imbedded fruits. It would be a long afternoon for both girls, a long wet afternoon.

Katja and Suze had yet to learn to chose their words more carefully...

Eva smiled, no longer distracted by giggling, though she was looking forward to a zucchini supper...

Kala and Lucy did not have to wait long. A shadow passed over them and as Lucy looked up a huge black and white Dragon landed right in front of them. Kala spoke just one word. "Margarethe."

Lucy was surprised, first because she had expected such a powerful Dragon to be gigantic, whereas the black and white Dragon was huge, certainly larger than Kala's white one, but not as big as Lucy's own golden one. The second surprise was the colour, from all that Kala had told her, Dragon's colours are a reflection of their hearts, so if this Dragon was black and white... What did that mean..?

Almost immediately the huge black and white Dragon changed. Margarethe stood before the girls for a moment, then turned towards her house, "You may both join me."

As they followed her up the steps and into the house Lucy realised that Margarethe was the first person she had seen wearing clothes, that is if a long black cloak counted as clothes. As the woman turned, the cloak seemed to shimmer in the sunlight that streamed through the room's high arched openings, it looked like... "Her wings...!!" Lucy whispered. Kala just squeezed her hand, as usual they were walking hand in hand, that simple reassurance was all Lucy needed. Whatever was to happen, they would face it together.

"If it's about why I shredded the wings of those two Dragons....."

"No my dear, that is not why you are here, you may relax, I did not summon you here to be punished," Margarethe smiled at Lucy, then glanced at Kala, "I summoned you because my daughter has been known to resist my summons." Lucy turned to look at her lover but Kala was glaring at Margarethe, her chin thrust out, jaws tight, not angry, but defiant. Lucy squeezed her lover's hand and turned back to face Margarethe. 

"However my dear I did wish to meet you, it has been a long time since a golden Dragon graced this world. Then of course there is the matter of Torsten's death. I am aware of the circumstances, indeed I have been petitioned by those who seek your dead as retribution."

"The black Dragons..!!" Kala spat the words, her purple eyes burning.

"Yes, indeed, the black Dragons," Margarethe confirmed, silencing Kala with a look, before turning her attention back to Lucy.

"Our world is very different to yours, yet so very similar in many ways. Here there is no government, no law as you understand it. out there," Margarethe swept her arm wide, "there is simply life. And it is life that is the cause of the strife which plagues our world. You might call it a war, many here simply call it survival.

"It is barbaric..!!" Kala glared at Margarethe, "Barbaric..!!

"My daughter has chosen sides, I do not have that luxury."

Lucy has many fine qualities, patience with those who speak in riddles is not one of them. Her own eyes now glowing a deep purple, she spoke. "Enough..!! You force me here with the mother of all migraines, tell me not to worry because it's only a social call, and now you speak in riddles...!! Just exactly what the fu... what is going on..??"

As headstrong and stubborn as Kala was, she had never ever dreamed of addressing Margarethe in that manner, and certainly not in that tone of voice. "Lucy you....." Margarethe silenced her with a look.

"No wonder my daughter loves you, you are as brave as you are beautiful. However, you would do well to think before you speak, that tone of voice is not often acceptable young lady."

Lucy opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it and just nodded, smiling at the feel of Kala's hand squeezing her own.

"Dragons have roamed this world for millennia. Like the dinosaurs that once roamed your world, we are at risk of becoming extinct. I will leave Kala to explain the intricacies to you later, what you need to understand is that by siding with my daughter you have put yourself at risk. The black Dragons will not forget your attack, that it was provoked by their own actions is of no consequence to them. Should you be captured there is little I can do to protect you, so take care, understand?"

"Yes, at least I think so." Lucy was still thinking, "but why? I mean what are the sides?"

Kala could no longer contain herself. "The sides are simple, the black Dragons hunt Schtrandgzete, humans who accidentally cross between your world and ours, they enslave them and they fuck them."

"So that is why they took the girls, to enslave them? And rape them like Torsten was about to rape Anja...?" Lucy shuddered at the memory.

"Yes, but that is not the worst part." Kala's eyes where now a deep and burning purple, her anger barely contained. "They are barbaric, that is why few of the girls survive, and THAT is why I'm proud to be one of the Rettzinnen..!! 

Lucy could feel Kala's body almost vibrating with emotion, but she was watching Margarethe. "You feel the same way, don't..? You agree with what Kala says, you too think it is barbaric, don't you..?"

For long moments Margarethe returned Lucy's gaze without replying. "You do, don't you..??"



Legend Ch. 05



"I cannot take sides, I don't have that luxury," Margarethe spoke slowly, carefully, as if reciting an oft used and hard learnt text. "It does not matter what my personal feelings are, I cannot take sides, I can only act for the good of all." Margarethe paused, looking deep into Lucy's eyes, for a moment she hesitated, then, "Perhaps your friend can be of more use than I, after all, she is a Haxlz, The Haxlz." For a moment longer Lucy felt the woman's eyes piercing her soul, then Margarethe turned away. "My slaves will bring you food now, perhaps we will talk again before you leave.."

Lucy turned to Kala. "One question, though I'm sure I won't like the answer, tell me, without riddles, tell me what is worse than rape? Why do so few survive..?

For a moment Kala looked into Lucy's eyes and saw her own anger reflected, then she took her lover in her arms, held her tight, their heads close, cheeks touching as Kala spoke softly, as if by whispering she could dull the pain of her words. "You have tried to control your Dragon, to change only a single part of you, so you know it is not easy. When the black Dragons take the girls they don't care about them, they care only for their own pleasure, in their barbaric lust they partially change, the result is fatal..."

For a long time the two lovers stood there, holding each other tightly, at last Lucy pulled away, gently, just enough to look into Kala's eyes. "Whatever it takes, however long it takes, we will stop them." Lucy pressed her lips to Kala's sealing her promise. Only then did they realise that two slave girls were standing watching them, trays of food held ready.

They ate side by side, the trays on the floor before them, both looking out at the beauty of the valley. "I should have told you about my mother."

"Yes, you should."

"There is just so much you don't know, I don't want to overload you, I don't mean to hide anything from you."

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just tell me what she meant by you having been known to resist her summons, how did you resist it? And Why didn't you show me so I could resist it too..?"

"I chewed kahveh beans and fucked myself senseless," Lucy had never seen Kala blush, not completely, she thought it looked cute. "It worked, for a while, but when it stopped working... then my love the pain was... well, I never ever want you to experience it, ok?"

Lucy didn't reply for a moment, then... "You mean you have coffee beans here and you never told me..!!!"

"Why should I..? They're just weeds..."

"Just... Weeds..!! If you can find me some of those beans and a gourd of boiling water, I'm yours forever.."

Kala nodded to one of the slaves who were kneeling to one side, the slave sprang to her feet and hurried away.

"Ok, so I'm yours forever even without the beans..." But now I'm yours forever with coffee.." Lucy grinned, partly because the one thing she had missed since falling off the mountain was a good strong mug of fresh brewed coffee, and also because it was obvious that Kala had no idea what coffee meant to Lucy.

Lucy was wrong, Kala had no idea what coffee was at all. She was about to find out.

When the slave returned, the water in the gourd was indeed boiling, but the beans were fresh picked. "I need to dry them."

"Breath on them."

"What?"

"Breath on them, you're a Dragon," Kala smiled, "a very sexy golden Dragon. So breath on them, you know, fire."

"But how.?"

"Ahh... ok, you know how I told you changing was gross and to close your eyes..?"

"Yes."

"Don't close your eyes. In fact lets go outside, just in case." Lucy grabbed the gourd and the beans and followed Kala outside.

"Ok, how do I breathe fire..?"

"First change. Wow..!! That was fast..!! Ok, now close your fangs and let the side of the top ones rest against the side of the bottom ones... Yes, like that, perfect. Now, all you have to do is, well, it's gross, but not as bad as changing, all you do is burp and hiccup at the same time, and as you do that, open your mouth and let your fangs rub against each other, just a little, that makes the spark that ignites your... well, it ignites it. Simple..!! Gross, but simple..."

Lucy's first attempt had a lot in common with an Airbus A340-300 back-firing. The effect on Lucy was much the same as it would have been for the unfortunate pilot, except he would not have had to put up with Kala rolling on the ground and crying with laughter...

The second attempt worked perfectly... too perfectly because the beans were not roasted, but thoroughly cremated, accompanied by Kala's now hysterical laughter.

The third time was, like her ass, perfect. Lucy changed back, grabbed the roasted beans, concentrated, extended two sharp claws and crushed the roasted beans triumphantly before dropping them into the gourd of hot water. A tentative sip later she smiled happily, scowled at Kala who still had tears streaming down her cheeks... "Because I love you, I'll let you taste it... But only because I love you."

It wasn't instant coffee, but Kala was an instant coffee addict. As the girls agreed later, it really was very good coffee. 

Supper had been a new experience for all three of them. By the time Eva had puzzled her way though all that she had learned, both Katja and Suze had a new respect for her, not to mention very pink asses and hot, wet, dripping pussies. Neither girl could think of anything but cumming, but each time they had begged, or their fingers had strayed from the ground beneath them, the long willow wand had beaten a rapid tattoo.

Later, back in the house, washed and hungry, both girls had obeyed Eva's commands and were kneeling before her, each holding a bowl containing the now peeled and still warm zucchini, topped with a selection of other fruits. Eva proceeded to sample each, feeding both the girls and herself, smiling as she considered what would happen after their meal.What did happen was an elemental force of nature, hurricane Suze met tornado Katja and both laid waste to Eva. The finale was less a mutual orgasm and more a tsunami.

In the morning Eva woke to Katja's tongue lapping at her aching sex, "good morning sweetie."

"Good morning, my Mistress." Katja smiled happily and returned to her self imposed duty. Eva stretched languidly, then looked over at the still sleeping Suze. A gentle swat on her ass awoke her.

"Oww.... Oh... Umm... good morning... I think.." Suze stretched and yawned before tentatively exploring her tender ass with one hand... "You hurt me yesterday..!!" she grinned impishly, "I liked it, thank you."

"This one thanks you too, my Mistress" Katja paused only long enough to speak, then resumed her licking.

"Oh fu.... Oh no, we have things to do today, you two are incorrigible..!!"

They had a busy day ahead, but not so busy that she denied Katja the chance to finish her self imposed duty. Eva was still gasping for breath as Suze returned with a tray, having already fetched bowls to wash in.

"Breakfast is ready"

"Coming." Gasped Eva

"The whole village knows that..!!" Suze replied, giggling.

Katja just licked her lips and smiled at her Mistress adoringly.

Breakfast cleared away, Eva put the girls to work, "Katja, please take Suze and show her where the Kalabrx plants are, then help her pick those she needs, then return to me."

"This one will obey, my Mistress." Katja replied happily.

"Suze, you need to pick enough fruit so that you can fill a gourd with Bergamot oil, we need about four litres. Can you extract the oil from the rind yourself..?"

"Sure, if I need help perhaps Katja can have a few of your slaves help me..??

For a moment Eva looked at Suze, "yes, of course, I really should go and greet them, it's just taking me a while to get used to the idea," she glanced at Katja and smiled tenderly, "although it has it's attractions."

"For us as well as for you." Suze grinned. "I almost envy Katja... I don't suppose...? No, forget it." Suze sprang to her feet and headed towards the door, Katja quickly following her.

Eva sat watching them go, thinking of what Suze had said, almost said. With a shake of her head she stood and headed out to meet her slaves, "perhaps it's better I just think of them as staff?" Eva smiled, for as she looked out across the sunlit valley she felt at home, really at home, as if in some way she was meant to be there. Slowly the Haxlz within Eva was awakening.

Back in the village the girls were busy once again, Monika busying herself in the kitchen experimenting, for Helen had found some fruits neither had ever seen before. It had taken a rather comical series of signs and gestures to check with the other women that the fruits were edible and not poisonous. She could have continued the comedy and tried to find out how the strange fruits were prepared, but Monika didn't want to simply copy a recipe, her greatest enjoyment in the kitchen came from inventing new dishes. No, that was wrong, until recently that had been her greatest enjoyment in the kitchen, but now it took second place to Helen, who had interrupted Monika's preparation of a fruit compote, using a variety of fruits to make what Monika later christened a fruit cumpot... At the time she had neither the breath nor the intelligence to christen anything, not when Helen was giving new meaning to the phrase, "fucked senseless."

Anja had almost finished a set of warm clothes for everyone and was already thinking of another project to keep her busy whilst Fran had finished preparing all the leather Anja needed and had suggested to Maja they go swimming in the bathing pool. Although naturally giggly and prone to appear rather ditzy, Fran was very conscious of those around her, especially her friends and their moods and feelings.

The two girls played in the warm water, splashing around and amusing themselves with silly games. It was Fran who first climbed up besides the chilly waterfall to dive into the deepest part of the pool, Maja followed her, but not as far, for as both knew, Maja was scared of heights, a phobia that the girls often teased her about, mostly because of all the girls it was Maja who wore the highest heels.

At noon all the girls gathered together for lunch, a lunch punctuated by much mock gagging and faked choking as they sampled Monica's latest recipe experiment. Their horseplay was interrupted by Eva's arrival, a very hungry Eva who happily joined in with their lunch, struggling to wolf down the food whilst fending off a barrage of questions.

"Ok, ok, one at a time, please..." Eva finished her apple juice before continuing. "Yes I've worked out what the markings in the cave mean, yes they explain how we might be able to return to our world, No, I don't know where Lucy and Kala are, or when they'll return. No, I'm not certain it'll work. Yes I will explain everything." Eva paused for breath. Holding her hands up. "I've come to invite you all to the cave so I can explain everything."

For a moment the girls were silent as they digested all that Eva had said, but only for a moment, then they descended on her, hugging and kissing her and each other, all talking at once. It was Monika who shushed them.

"You said might and not certain... So we could be stuck here forever..?"

Eva looked around at each of the girls in turn before replying, "I'm sure I understand what the inscription says," she paused, "it's just that, well, there is no way to test it. I don't want to say anything more until we are all together in the cave, being there will make it easier to explain, and besides..." she paused, a far away look in her eyes," ...I'm... I'm not sure if I want to return, ok..?"

At that moment Lucy wasn't sure either.

She and Kala had spent the rest of the morning sipping coffee and talking, by mid afternoon both of them were well practised at roasting kahveh beans. For a while they had sat in the sun, bodies touching, content to just be together, to touch and kiss as they talked, both avoiding any serious discussion, both aware that they were far more than just lovers, they were in love.

Maybe it was the caffeine, or perhaps they had sat long enough, either way they had finally begun to walk, hand in hand, as Kala explained more to Lucy, who in turn questioned her lover, trying to fill in the gaps and finally understand at least some of what had already been hinted at.

"How come Margarethe is black and white? I thought Dragon's colours reflected their heart?"

"They do, my mother is black and white because her heart is black and white. I often hate it, not her, but the things she does, but however much I hate it I know she truly does do what is best, best for everyone, it's just hard to accept sometimes." Kala smiled as Lucy squeezed her hand in understanding. "She is white because she is truly good, always acting for the good of all, and black because sometimes her judgements have truly awful consequences." Kala paused again, took a deep breath then continued. "No Dragon can change their colour, but they can sometimes change their heart, if they truly think and act differently for long enough, their colour will eventually change, perhaps the colour will simply get lighter or darker, sometimes it can change completely, it's rare, very rare, but it can happen."

Ok, that makes sense, what about Dragons becoming extinct.?"

"That is not as easy to explain. Long ago there were no people, only Dragons, though the Dragons could change into human form, even back then. At some point the Schtrandgzete began to appear."

"Schtrandgzete..? Wait, in Swiss German that would be Schtrandgüeter." Lucy giggled, yes, I suppose I was washed up on a beach, at least in way."

"Yes, in a way. So the Schtrandgzete began to appear, some stayed, some found the Haxlz who managed to send them back where they had come from. Some of those who stayed had children, but the child would be human, not a Dragon and so little by little the number of those who stayed grew larger. At the same time something, nobody knows what, began to affect the Dragons, specifically the male Dragons, over time they slowly but surely became fertile at an older age. At the same time more Dragons were born male and fewer female."

"What has that go to do with the black Dragons?"

"Imagine if the guys in your world couldn't have a child until they were very old, add to that a massive imbalance which meant there were very few girls and many many horny guys all chasing after them for sex..."

Lucy giggled, "not hard to imagine, apart from the only old guys can have kids part, that almost IS my world, at least it often feels like it."

Kala nodded. "They don't treat the Schtrandgzete in that barbaric way because they are black Dragons, they are black because that is how they treat them, they are barbaric so their hearts are evil, that is why they are black."

"So how do we stop them.?"

"We can't. Margarethe cannot take sides and in any case her powers only apply to Dragons, Schtrandgzete don't count. All we can do is find every Schtrandgzete and rescue any that the black Dragons capture. That is why those of us who think what the black Dragons do is barbaric are called the Rettzinnen.

"We would call you Retterinnen, rescuers.

Kala shrugged, "who knows, maybe our world will become like yours, the Dragons will become extinct and the humans will survive..."

Lucy hugged her lover, then seeing her sadness tried to cheer her up. "In my world a lot of the guys would turn gay."

"Gay...?"

"Yes, you know, have sex with each other..."

Kala burst out laughing... "Not here, not between male Dragons, Dragons are not often that comfortable around other Dragons, especially male ones, in this world they only team up to fight or to find girls to fuck."

"Not so different from my world then." Lucy thought for a moment. "But if Dragons cannot be killed, why do they fight.?"

"The black Dragons think that if they become more powerful, they'll be able to kill Margarethe, kill all the Rettzinnen and be able to have children when they are younger, no more extinction."

"So if they fight and win they become more powerful.?"

"No, just like you, if they kill another Dragon, they assume his powers. They fight when they catch a Dragon in human form, or they try to force a Dragon to change into human form, by trickery of by fighting, another reason why they are more comfortable at a distance, they don't trust each other.."

"That's why I attacked those two, they were about to attack you."

"Not exactly," Kala replied," they would have tried to fuck me first, then killed me, and you, if they could."

"Oh..." Lucy was beginning to understand. "Fuck.!!"

"Yes, lets." Replied Kala, grabbing her lover and kissing her passionately. 

Very few things could interrupt them once they let their passion for each other consume them, Margarethe's shadow was one such thing.

Lucy blushed scarlet and began to hiccup, Kala held her protectively and looked up, her expression part defiance, part concern.

"Come with me." Margarethe's commanding voice had just a hint of amused wickedness, "and I do mean come, not cum..!!"

The two girls shared a look as they stood to follow, neither dared say a word, but each grinned conspiratorially, their arms around each other's waists as they walked, following Margarethe back over the stream and onto the grass in front of the house where two slaves awaited them, both kneeling side by side, each bearing a tray.

Margarethe turned to face the girls, her attention on Lucy, "You made a drink earlier, you will prepare another, now."

For a second Lucy was about to ask if Margarethe preferred her coffee black, or white, or both..? But the way the woman's eyes pierced her own rapidly killed any attempt at hilarity.

Obediently Lucy took a handful of kahveh beans from the tray held up by the first slave, smiled her thanks, then stepped away before changing, rapidly. One deft breath of fire, then Lucy changed back before pausing for a moment as she concentrated, extending two sharp claws to the crush the now perfectly roasted beans. Next she moved to the second slave, taking up the gourd of almost boiling hot water into which she carefully tipped the powder from her palm, smiling her thanks to the slave as she did so.

Lucy swilled the mixture around in the gourd before offering it to Margarethe...

"I did not interrupt your... your afternoon... to have you serve me drinks, even strange new ones. I interrupted you because it seems my slaves are more quick-witted than my daughter..." Margarethe turned her gaze to Kala, "change, now.!"

"I can't, we're within the stre.. Oh. Oh..! Oh fuck me..!!" Kala slapped her hand to her forehead, then realised she had spoken her thoughts aloud and slapped her other hand to her mouth.

"Lucy will do that later. Now stop hiding and start changing, NOW..!!"

Kala obeyed, to her surprise she did change, instantly. It was only then that she remembered she had changed earlier, when they had taken turns making coffee, they had been within the stream then, but Kala had never given it any thought, so wrapped up in her lover and the new and wonderful drink. Quickly she changed back.

"What does this mean.?

"What she said", added Lucy, unable to resist adding, "and yes, I will, gladly."

"What it means is that Lucy has given you her heart, my daughter. It means the old legends are true, that a golden Dragon really does have the powers the legends claim, it also means I now have two daughters, for what else can I feel when a golden Dragon gives her heart to my daughter." Margarethe paused, and turning her head away from Kala, winked mischievously at Lucy. "Besides, I've no doubt that at least one of my daughters will behave in a ladylike manner in my presence..." She sighed, a sound well known to mothers in any world, and to their daughters...




Legend Ch. 05



Kala looked at her mother, stunned speechless, then, tears streaming down her cheeks, she turned to Lucy and buried her head, sobbing uncontrollably.

"We'll be back later," Lucy was already hugging her lover tightly, now she turned away towards the house, "and thank you, I'm very honoured," she kissed Kala's head tenderly, "and very lucky."

"Once inside, turn right and follow the light, you'll not be disturbed again." Margarethe smiled, "just try not to wreck my home, I'm rather attached to it."

Soon the two lovers were huddled on a pile of soft furs, one crying as never before, the other rocking gently, whispering softly, feeling every tear hot upon her breasts, as Kala cried a river of love.

Later they made love, face to face, bodies glued together with salty tears, lost in each other's eyes as they eased one another over the edge, falling together into a new nirvana, a place where passion mixed with lust and two hearts joined to beat as one. 

Far away two men limped painfully into a cave, their hearts as black as their shredded wings, neither spoke as they walked deeper into the darkness, a chill darkness lit only by a pair of ice cold eyes.

From the high windows of an upper room two girls sat holding each other as they watched the sunset over the most beautiful valley imaginable, long shadows slowly reaching out to cover the land, protecting it as the darkness fell, the moonlight bright in the starlit sky. Lucy trembled, shivering as if someone had walked over her grave. "We need to go my love, I can't explain it, I just know we need to get back, now, tonight, and fast."

They hurried down the steps formed from living branches. Margarethe met them at the door, the look in Lucy's eyes all the explanation she needed, "go, go fast my daughters, go safe."

"You lead, we mustn't be followed." Kala nodded, changed, and fled into the night, the golden Dragon at her side. The moon was full and both could see far across the land, both realised that pursuit would be easy. Kala led them high and fast, racing the moon across the sky before swooping down amongst jagged peaks and icy wastes, Kala twisting and turning in the deep valleys, using all her skill to conceal their destination. Lucy followed silently, trusting her lover unquestioningly, offering no distraction as she tried to see or sense anyone that might be watching.

Eva had insisted the girls eat before entering the cave, ignoring the other's questions whilst they ate impatiently, all wondering what was in the cave, what Eva had discovered, a secret door? A hidden passageway? All manner of cunning ways to return to their world had been suggested, Eva simply ignored them all. Only Katja remained silent, carefully attending her Mistress, letting the others fend for themselves.

At last Eva stood, "now we can go," her words inciting bedlam as the girls cheered and hugged, grabbing the clothes Anja had made, dressing as quickly as they could, even Suze. Only Eva and Katja remained naked, watching the pandemonium silently.

Dressed and calmed just enough to listen, the girls followed Eva as she led them up to the cave, Katja as ever by her side, though for the first time her shoulders were slumped, her eyes moist, for Katja was torn between serving her Mistress unquestioningly and wanting never to be parted from her.

Each of the girls had expected something different, none had expected to see the cave exactly as before, their disappointment obvious, if unvoiced as they followed Eva to the centre of the cave, taking their places around the black circle.

Every Tuesday evening the group would meet, rain or shine, summer or winter, every Tuesday without fail they would all get together. The venues changed, over time the faces changed, until there were just the seven of them. None of them had thought about it, there was no conscious decision, but every time they met up they always sat in the same place.

Now they sat as always, Anja, then Fran, Maja, Monika, Helen then Eva then Lucy. Only Lucy was missing, leaving a gap between Anja and Eva, a gap they maintained without thinking, Suze sat besides Katja. All of them looked at Eva, who began.

"There are many places where it is possible to slip from our world to this one, but although those places don't change, the circumstances necessary for it to happen seem random and one way."

Anja was about to speak, but Fran gripped her friend tightly.

"As far as I can tell, this place is different, it works both ways and apparently at any time."

This time all the girls spoke, their voices carrying far up into the night, the sound bouncing off the jagged marble, the shape of the cave, like an inverted funnel served to magnify their voices until finally Eva silenced them.

"Enough..!!" Eva didn't shout, didn't even raise her voice, yet still her words drowned out all the others.

"Let me finish." For a moment she paused, then, "Katja, the gourd." Obediently her slave stood from where she had knelt behind Eva, moving quickly to the back of the cave where the gourd that Suze had spent most of the day filling had been placed. Carefully she returned, determined not to spill anything a second time.

As the others watched, Eva took the gourd from Katja and holding it low over the centre of the black circle she carefully tipped it, pouring the liquid slowly. Little by little the oil formed a perfectly round pool as it spread to fill the almost imperceptible indentation in the black marble, until the pool was about four feet across.

Eva handed the almost empty gourd back to Katja, who silently returned it to the back of the cave before returning to kneel once again in her place behind her Mistress. "The oil is fresh, Suze spent most of the day preparing it. The black marble is as you have seen absolutely solid. "Now look up."

All the girls looked up at the rough marble walls that grew closer and closer the higher they rose, until high above them only a small circular opening remained, the edge of the full moon just visible.

"Now for the hard part," Eva's voice was soft, just as intense as before, but now edged with uncertainty. "All that is necessary to pass from this world to our world is to jump into the pool of oil..."

"No problem," before anyone could react, Maja sprang to her feet and leapt into the centre of the pool of scented oil... 



Legend Ch. 06



As they flew through the night the feeling Lucy had grew stronger. At first she thought it was simply because they were getting closer to the secret cave, but that was not it, the feeling was growing, more urgent, much more urgent. Yet still she dare not rush, she knew the risks, she had to trust Kala to get them back fast but also unobserved. Lucy just hoped they would be in time.

All the girls jerked away as the oil splashed beneath Maja's feet.

As I was about to say, Eva continued, " ...from that opening up there."

For once none of them spoke, not even a "fuck me", nothing, total silence.

"Exactly," Eva voiced their thoughts, "we all want to go back, but who amongst us wants to go first...?"

They all stood, silent, only Katja remained kneeling, obediently awaiting her Mistress's command, unable to understand what had been said, knowing only that which she could guess from their actions and gestures, quietly Katja tried to piece it together as she watched the oil slowly trickle back onto the centre of the black circle until it once again formed a perfectly round pool, like a black mirror, the full moon now almost entirely reflected on it's smooth surface.

"Any ideas..?" Eva asked.

"You said it was two-way, so what is on the other side, or end, or whatever?" Anja asked.

"On the other side is a pool like this one, another high place from which to jump." Exactly where it is I don't know, but if this one works, so must the other." Eva paused, "so, I ask again, any ideas."

"Yes, I have an idea." They all turned to look at Lucy, Kala by her side, both flushed and breathing fast as if they had run to the limits of their endurance, or rather flown.

"Let me go first, in my Dragon form I can't be killed, or even splatted..."

"No, I'm smaller, I'll go," Kala gasped, her strength almost gone, for she did not have Lucy's power and had pushed herself to fly faster, almost to fast.

"Neither of you can go first," Eva replied, "look at the pool, look at the opening, your Dragons are both far to big to fit." She paused again, as if unwilling to speak, "you could go first, but only as you are now, and you'd be as vulnerable as the rest of us..."

Suddenly everyone was talking at once, all offering suggestions, none listening to anyone else. Their voices rising, the echoes becoming louder and louder until finally Eva could stand it no more...

"Enough..!!" Once again she didn't even raise her voice, yet all obeyed, standing still, the echoes still fading.

"There is something else you need to know, the pool will not work for everyone, if you would do harm to the world you are going to, it won't allow you through."

Then Lucy spoke, "where is Maja? And Katja?" Everyone looked around, none had noticed them slip away. Then a new sound was heard, a pebble ricocheting between the jagged walls of the cave high above them, the sound unmistakable, they looked up as the pebble fell clear of the walls and dropped into the pool, splashing the scented oil before bouncing away across the smooth marble floor.

Lucy never noticed, her eyes fixed on a tiny movement high above, the moon momentarily hidden by a body as it leapt into the hole far above, dropping cleanly, soundlessly, faster and faster.

"Katja...!!!" Eva screamed, her voice filling the cave.

Lucy wanted to change, to fly up and catch the falling girl, but doing so would have crushed the others, and besides, neither sharp claws or razor sharp fangs where much good for catching a falling girl. Kala too wanted to do something, but there was nothing she could do, especially still weak from flying so far and so fast.

As the figure descended they could see it was not Katja, it was Maja who plummeted down to hit the scented oil...

This time there was no splash, the surface of the oil remained smooth and still, Maja simply stood there, unhurt, blinking her eyes, a strange expression on her face... 

Far above Katja crouched, trembling, tears in her eyes, unable to see what happened, listening to the scream of her Mistress, the echoes still filling the cave and spilling out into the secret valley. Carefully Katja climbed back down the mountain side in the dark, for the moon that had lit their climb had now passed, leaving only shadows.

In the oldest part of Zurich stands the Barfusserkloster a Franciscan Abbey built in 1240. All that now remains of it is the cantonal court where Eva works. Like the nearby Fraumunster Abbey which dates back to 853, it was built on a site already occupied for centuries. The existence of the structures that predate both sites is little known, though archeologists have uncovered some evidence of their existence. That both sites are connected, have been linked for millenia is now lost knowledge, lost to all but a few people. One of them is now Maja.

Suze had tried to explain what it had felt like to dive into a pool in the forest and surface in another world. Maja had listened carefully but had never really understood, until now. She stood for a moment in the puddle of scented oil, there was just enough light from a hole far above her to see, even so Maja paused, giving her eyes time to adjust to the dim light.

She was standing in a stone built chimney, no, a tower, to her left were several old oak barrels, one of which was so old a little of it's contents was seeping out, forming the pool in which Maja now stood. To her right was the first step of a staircase that spiralled up inside the tower, each step embedded into the walls leaving a circular space in the centre of the tower, for Maja could see all the way to the top, as if looking up a tall chimney, just a small patch of blue sky above.

As her eyes grew used to the semi-darkness she could see that the floor was white marble with veins of purple in which small chips of quartz glittered like stars whilst the pool of scented oil covered a circular section of pure black marble. "Just the the cave," Maja thought. Looking around more carefully she noticed a door set into the wall behind her, "I wonder.." Stepping from the puddle of scented oil she carefully wiped her boots, the fur lined boots Anja had so carefully stitched for each of them, and crossed to the door, hands searching for a handle or a latch, nothing, the door would not open.

"Ok," thought Maja, talking to herself, "maybe the staircase?" A last careful look at the door for any hidden lock and she turned away to the bottom of the staircase. At first climbing it was easy, each stone tread wide near the wall, tapering towards the centre... "Oh fuck..!!" Maja really was scared of heights, the climb up the side of the mountain had been truly awful, her hands shaking so much it was hard to hold onto the rocks even though the climb itself was not difficult, for a narrow path marked the way, like those made by mountain goats. Even so, it was only her sense of having been useless and her determination to do something to help her friends that gave her the strength to bite back the nausea and climb, unaware that Katja had followed her.

Now that feeling returned, not just the nausea but the strength, she had to climb, there was no other way. Step by step, clinging to the stone wall, fighting the urge to turn back and careful not to look down, Maja climed the spiral staircase, higher and higher, until finally she reached the top, and found... nothing.

The last step was much bigger, forming a ledge, like a landing, no windows, no door, just the stone walls which narrowed to a small circular hole, through which Maja could see blue sky. She crouched down, huddled to the wall, unsure if she was so hot because of the climb, or from fear, or just because the fur lined clothes Anja had made were designed for the snow of the mountain slopes, not the warmth of a summer day.

It was the chime of a clock that caught her attention, the tower had been silent, the only sound the soft brushing of her leather boots on the stone and her own heartbeat, that alone had sounded deafening to the frightened girl. But the sound of the clock echoed down the tower to where she crouched, the sound oddly familiar... "That's... it's Fraumunster church..!!" Maja almost shouted, somehow hearing the familiar and unmistakable chimes gave her new courage, she now knew where she was, not exactly, but certainly close to the ancient Abbey in the oldest part of Zurich.

Slowly, determinedly, Maja stood up, stepped calmly to the edge of the wide stone step, and looked down. No more would she fear heights, never again, Maja stepped off the stone and dropped, calm, relaxed, a strange smile on her face...

"It works...!!" Maja had a new gift, understatement.

"Fuck..!!" Eva cursed, "it didn't work."

"Something must have happened," Reasoned Lucy, "Maja should have hit the floor and...." she was unwilling to describe her friend spread across the marble like strawberry jam, "... well, she should have been splatted."

Everyone had seen Maja fall, all had closed their eyes at the last moment, nobody wanted to see their friend die. Now they all spoke at once, again, and again Eva's voice stilled them.

"I don't know how you did that, but I'm glad you did," she spoke softly to Maja, " I'm just sorry it didn't work, maybe it's broken, maybe I got it wrong... but I was so sure..." Eva closed her eyes, head bowed, ashamed that she had failed her friends.

"I said, it works..!!" Maja stamped her foot, splashing oil everywhere. "Does nobody listen to me anymore?"

"They will now." Kala voice commanded. "Please, tell us all what happened." Kala's voice was not loud, but it was filled with all the power and authority of a Dragon, a white Dragon, one of the Rettzinnen, some would say the most powerful of them, an opinion freely shared by the other Rettzinnen.

"When I fell I passed through the oil and found myself standing in a stone tower, in a pool of scented oil that had leaked from an old barrel, the only door was locked so I climbed the spiral stairs and jumped, passed through the oil and here I am." Maja paused for breath.

"But, but you never left.." Lucy protested, for things had to make sense for her, especially for her to understand them, even more so for her to believe them. "You fell, you didn't go splatt, you're still here. You never left."

"No, it worked, I never told you all that I discovered, it sounded to silly, to much like a joke, a very bad one." Eva spoke, her head still bowed, shoulders slumped. "According to the inscription, that is what is supposed to happen."

"What..?? How..?? That's... It's... But..??" Kala shut Lucy up with a long deep kiss.

"You do it on purpose, don't you?"

"Only because I love you," Lucy replied, grinning happily.

"Now if we only knew where it took you." Eva thought aloud.

"Zurich." Maja replied. "I'm not sure exactly, but old Zurich, near the Fraumunster church, I heard the clock chiming." 

"What else did you hear," Eva was no longer crestfallen, now she was almost entirely focused on Maja, almost because Katja was still missing, yet somehow Eva knew the girl was near and unharmed.

"Nothing," Maja moved to sit before Eva, "I should have heard other things, the city is never that quiet, not on a beautiful summer's day."

"Summer's day?"

"Yes, when I reached the top of the spiral staircase I looked for another door, or a window, there was nothing, just a small opening higher up at the top of the tower, it was like looking up a chimney, at the top was a round opening and I could see the sky, the clear blue sky of summer, besides, I was really hot, and not just because of my clothes," she glanced at Anja and smiled, "I'm sorry mine were not needed, but there is no way I'm parting with them, they are so comfortable and so warm, too warm for here." With that Maja stood and began to undress, as did the others, now that the excitement was over, they all realised they were sweating, the clothes really were to warm for the secret valley.

Katja crept into the cave, trying her best to remain unnoticed as she worked her way around the rough walls until she could take her place beside her Mistress.

Eva didn't turn to look at her slave, just spoke softly, "I will deal with you later my girl."

Katja knew better than to reply, however she knelt there relieved, she was still her Mistress's girl, nothing else mattered.

"It's late, why don't you all use my house tonight?" Eva suggested. The girls were still eager to know more, but they were also tired, emotionally as much as physically, except for Lucy and Kala, both were tired from the long fast flight, Kala especially. They all headed out, Suze leading the way to Eva's house, whilst Lucy guided Kala aside.

"This time you get to ride on my back." Kala was to tired to protest, and so as Lucy knelt down she moved astride her, balancing carefully as Lucy tried her best to change slowly, so as not to throw her lover off. Then with a single beat of her outstretched wings Lucy swooped up into the night sky, gliding away to the village and the house they shared. It was not that she didn't want to sleep with her friends, she simply didn't want Kala kept awake by their inevitable questions. A soft landing later and Lucy helped Kala into their house and laid her down on the thick pile of soft furs, cuddling up to her she held Kala in her arms and both soon slept.

The others did not sleep so soon, they talked long into the night, all but Eva and Katja who remained in the cave.

Only when the others had left did Eva turn to her slave. "You will never do that again, understood?"

"Yes, my Mistress, this one understands....."

Before she could continue Eva cut her off, "I know exactly what you intended, and I'm honoured that you would even think of making that jump so that I would not die if it failed to work, but never again, you are too precious to me to lose, my brave sweet slave."

Katja burst into tears as Eva wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight as she kissed her neck and murmured tender words of love. "I'm... this one is sorry my Mistress, I.. this one will obey, always."

For a long time Eva just her her slave tight, awed that anyone would so willingly give their life for her, cradling the girl tenderly, aware that she could sense Katja, not just her feelings, but her presence, deep inside Eva felt her inner Haxlz awakening. It felt strange, her awareness sharpening, like... like... Eva sought to find an apt simile, the closest she could think of was like taking off a pair of ear-protectors and suddenly nothing was muffled, everying loud and clear, but so many sounds that it was hard to single one out, so that it took time to sort through the jumble of noise to hear those sounds you wanted to hear, except it was not her ears, it was her mind.

Katja had fallen asleep and Eva was tired but did not want to awaken her slave, so she carefully reached for some of the fur clothes the girls had left behind, pulling them close so she could ease down upon them, Katja still safe in her arms, yet even as she lay on her back Eva could not sleep, her mind swirling. For a long time Eva stared up at the cave walls high above, looking without seeing as her mind sought to make sense of her new awareness. Looking up at the jagged marble was somehow calming, like looking into a fire, for the tiny pieces of quartz seemed to shimmer like the flames of a fire, almost as if...

Eva blinked rapidly, suddenly wide awake, excited, yet unmoving, Katja's body still curled against her own, the girl's head on her shoulder. The quartz was no longer just a pretty feature trapped within the purple veins of the white marble, as Eva stared up she realised she could read what had before seemed random, the quartz formed patterns, held information, the cave did not just hold the way back to her world, it was her library, the repository for the millennia of accumulated knowledge gained by the Haxlz.

Eva's skill in reading case files came to her aid, the endless hours reading all manner of legal judgements, witness statements and police reports amongst them, as she stared up at her new found library she realised that each Haxlz wrote in their own style, each leaving notes, instructions, recipes, all manner of information. "What I need is an index, better still a good cross-indexed filing system..." Eva closed her eyes, "what an idiot, I have one, I'm the index...." Eva calmed herself, emptying her mind, then picked a single focus, opening her eyes she scanned the cave, until a patch of quartz caught her eye... There before her was exactly the information she had focussed on. "Oh fuck..!!" Eva exclaimed, "Lucy is either going to kill me or laugh at me."

At that moment Lucy was neither killing nor laughing, in fact she was laying in the dark, wide awake, Kala snuggled up besides her. At first she was not sure what had awakened her, she could hear nothing outside, at least nothing out of place... It was a little like the summons from Margarethe, except there was no pain, lucy groaned, realising exactly what it was like, It was as if she had a song stuck in her head, one of those annoying songs that she disliked but could never seen to get rid of. As she concentrated, the song's words, well the feeling, became clearer...

"Wake up..!!" Kala woke with a start, eyes opening just in time to gaze into Lucy's as they kissed, or rather as Lucy kissed Kala, who was still a little groggy. Lucy ended the kiss too soon, for either of them, "who is Sabine..?"

"Huh..?" Kala was not yet properly awake.

"Ok, forget who, where is she.?"

"At the lake"

"Which lake..?? Come on..!! Wake up..!!" Exasperated, Lucy began to tickle Kala, the effect was immediate, the house was not big enough to contain the white Dragon, they'd have to fix it later... Lucy vowed never again to tickle Kala unless outside, even then she'd think twice.

The white Dragon stood on the huge flat stone, the remains of the house draped over her, staring balefully at Lucy, then, mind-sharing, she asked, "do you think my ass looks big in this..??"

Torn between her sense of urgency and a fit of giggles, Lucy changed whilst still laughing, the sound of her laughter changing with her, transforming into... well, it's impossible to really laugh with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, the sound is more like a ... well, imaging a lion roaring after breathing helium... it's not the same, but it's close, and Dragons are a whole lot bigger, and louder.

Two giggling Dragons took flight, Kala waiting until they had passed through the entrance cave before 'talking'. "So why the sudden rush.?"

"Sabine needs help."

"Oh fuck..!!" Kala cursed, ok, head for the lake, the place where we met, when you thought I was asleep."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, out in the woods I sleep lightly, I knew you were there, I didn't want to frighten you... Besides," Kala grinned, "your ass was so perfect..."

"Later girl, later I'll get you back, but first we need to go save a damsel in distress, kind of weird, in the stories the dragon is who the girl is saved from, not by."

Their banter continued as they flew, streaking across the lake towards where they had first met. To where another Dragon was fighting, claws slashing at the water's edge, razor sharp fangs snapping as it shrieked at, at what neither Lucy or Kala could see, not that it would have made a difference, both dived, racing to help.

"The girl, save the girl..!!"

Both heard the Dragon, the white Dragon spotted a huddled figure near the rock on which Lucy had slept, so angled away to protect the girl, who had passed out, whilst the huge golden Dragon swooped down, sharp claws fully extended, each one scything deep into the water. As she did so she felt something, some resistance, but her speed was so great she was past before she could look down, when she circled back the water was frothy, like the wake from a jet-boat, and a strange blueness stained the surface.




Legend Ch. 06



As she banked around two black Dragons attacked the white Dragon who shrieked a challenge, claws raking the air, razor sharp fangs glinting. Lucy made no sound at all, she just sped up, increasing her speed, hunching her powerful shoulders as she aimed right at the two black Dragons. She hit them at full speed, her greater size and strength knocking them aside, both momentarily stunned. The white Dragon struck one, Lucy swooped down on the other, their claws fully extended, cutting into the black Dragons, pinning them down.

"Now what..?" Kala's voice filled with loathing for the black Dragons, "I've never captured one before, usually I just manage to drive them off..."

Lucy glared down at their captives, raised one foot, long sharp claws poised, slashing as she spoke, "Don't. Piss. Me. Off... each word accompanied by a slash that shredded one of their wings. "Be right back" she 'spoke' to both Kala and Sabine. Then with a black Dragon gripped in each claw she lifted up, slowly because of their weight, swooped low over the forest, gaining height as she went.

"Where is so going?" Asked Sabine as soon as they had changed.

"To school." replied Kala."

"School..?"

"Oh yes, those Dragons were attacking me, they are about to learn why that is a bad idea, especially right in front of my lover..." Kala smiled, saying it aloud always made her smile. "They have no idea how powerful she is, even she isn't aware of it yet, not really..."

"Sabine leapt at Kala, hugging her, "We're going to win..!! We're going to win..!!

Kala gently pushed Sabine away, "no, we're not, but at least we won't lose."

Kala sat, arms wrapped around her legs, her head resting on her knees, a far away look in her eyes, waiting. Sabine moved away, giving her space and she too settled down to wait.

A movement caught Kala's eye, a rapidly growing speck, she watched as it grew wings, became larger, the golden Dragon was returning, but... Sabine had also spotted it, "she's still got them.."

"No, she hasn't," Kala laughed, "are you hungry?"

In reply Sabine's stomach growled. "Just a lot."

"Good, because my love has brought take-out."

The golden Dragon glided down, towards them, as she cleared the edge of the forest she dropped each carcass, careful not to let them fall to far, or to close, then with a graceful tilt of her wings the Golden Dragon settled down before them, instantly changing.

"One a la carte special each, my treat, help yourself whilst they're still hot, I've already eaten so I'll watch the girl." Lucy smiled, kissed Kala and spanked her ass playfully, "go my love, eat."

"Hi, I'm Sabine, you must be Lucy." The girl was cute, her eyes a soft golden hue flecked with green, her long frizzy hair a deep red.

"Yes, I'm Lucy, pleased to meet you Sabine," Lucy smiled, "please, eat first, questions later."

Neither Kala nor Sabine needed a second invitation, both changed, then headed to where Lucy had dropped her kills. They ate separately, both more comfortable that way, then they returned.

"I'm gonna throw up..!!" The girl groaned, "I'll never drink again, honest, not ever, just make it stop... please..??"

"Make what stop..?" Lucy looked at the girl, clothes shredded, grazed and bruised, slumped between two rocks.

The girl groaned again, "drunk, or drugged, seeing things, Dragons," she groaned again.

"You're not seeing things," Lucy spoke quietly, trying hard to keep the laughter from her voice, "you'll be fine, I promise." The girl simply groaned and passed out again. Lucy catching her as she slid to the ground, gently picking her up and placing her on the flat rock.

Lucy looked up at Sabine, her expression one of concern, "so what was it..?"

"I don't know, I was leaving to hunt when I heard the splash, the girl started to swim to the shore, so I changed and waited, then she started screaming and the water foamed, I managed to reach her and pulled her clear then changed, whatever it was, it has claws, look at the shore."

Sabine led the way back down to where the fight had been, whilst Kala remained, guarding the sleeping girl. "Look," Sabine pointed to where the shingle was riven with deep marks.

"Did you see any of it at all?"

"No, not really, a lot of foaming water, claws, I.. I'm sorry."

"You saved the girl, that is the important thing." Lucy put her arm around Sabine, "whatever it was we'll find out in time." Turning, her arm still around the girl's shoulders, Lucy guided her back to where Kala was still watching over the girl.

As they got closer Lucy could see something it Kala's eyes, a hint of it on her face, for a moment she thought speak, but instead she focused her thoughts and mind-shared, careful to do so only with Kala.

"She's cute, isn't she." Kala's thought didn't bother Lucy, her tone did.

"Yes, she is cute, beautiful in fact, both as a girl and as a Dragon. A purple Dragon with golden eyes, my kind of girl, my opposite in a way, at least in colours." Kala's reaction to her words was not unexpected, just unwelcome.

"You make a good pair." The words simple, the feelings darker and more complicated.

Lucy still held Sabine, but focussed all her attention on Kala. "You asked me, I answered, truthfully. She is one of us, she's cute, why should I not like her?"

Kala said nothing, she just looked at Lucy, looked at her holding Sabine.

"What you didn't ask is what you fear, do I want her? Maybe I feel more than 'like'..?

Still Kala didn't answer, but her purple eyes glowed in the moonlight.

"It really does not matter how much I like her, I love you, and only you. Now quit getting jealous and search my mind, go on, I'll let you all the way in, see for yourself."

Kala closed her eyes and lowered her head, "I'm sorry, I don't need to look, it's just...."

"I know, sometimes I look at you and wonder what you see in me, but then I stop thinking and start feeling, I can feel you in my heart, always, your love never leaves me."

Kala opened her eyes and looked into her lovers eyes, "It's not like me, it's just so new, and I love you so much..."

Lucy let her arm drop from Sabine's shoulders, stepped over to where Kala sat and took her hand, turning so Kala's arm was now around her own shoulders. "Sabine, I know you've heard of me, but just so you know, I belong to Kala." Lucy lifted her arm, placing it around her lovers shoulders, "and Kala belongs to me.!!"

Turning towards each other the two kissed, a kiss that answered all questions, forgave and strengthened. They kissed for a long time. When their lips finally parted it was Sabine who spoke. "I really gotta get me one of those." She grinned at the lovers, "I know why you did that, but to be honest it's Kala that I have a crush on..."

Lucy giggled, Kala blushed, Sabine paused for a moment, "just kidding, I'd happily fuck either of you, but the one I love will have to have a cock... Their laughing awoke the girl.

"I'm gonna throw up..!!"

"Again..??" All three chorused.

"How much did you have to drink?" Lucy bent down to look at the girl more closely.

"Too much, or not enough, is it safe to open my eyes?"

"Safe?"

"Yes safe, last time I opened them I hallucinated Dragons... Maybe someone spiked my drink?"

"Maybe, and yes, it's safe, the only Dragons left are sexy ones."

The girl groaned again, "sexy Dragons? That I gotta see..!!" She opened her eyes, one at a time as if to check, "oh, no Dragons..." she sounded disappointed, "you said there were Dragons..!! Sexy ones..."

Lucy stepped back away from the girl, nodded to Kala and Sabine, "look again," she invited just as all three changed.

"Oh cool...!! Sexy Dragons, way cool..!!" Lucy changed back just in time to catch the girl as she feinted.

"What now?" Asked Sabine.

It was Kala who answered. "Now we take her to the valley, you hold her whilst you both ride on Lucy's back. I'll make sure we aren't followed.



Legend Ch. 07



"You know what happened when I rode you...?" Lucy looked at Kala questioningly.

Kala just grinned, "oh yes, I remember exactly, don't worry my love, my eyes are staying purple, I'll never again let them go green..."

"Lucy smiled and nodded, then lets go."

With Sabine holding the girl tight in her arms Lucy changed slowly so as not to throw them off, then took flight, lifting away gently before flying into the last of the night, careful to keep low in the valleys as she followed a different route that eventually led to the secret valley. Concentrating as she was on not being seen or followed, Lucy was still aware of the two girls astride her back, especially Sabine, who whilst holding tight to the unconscious girl was still making the most of the ride, her stifled moans evidence of her enjoyment.

Meanwhile Kala flew high above the mountains, careful not to follow Lucy's route, ever watchful as she silently cursed herself for questioning her lover's feelings for Sabine. "No more, never again, I don't care who she hugs or kisses or fucks, it is me she loves, I know it."

After plummeting through the entrance cave Lucy glided gently down towards the village just as dawn painted the sky with sunlight. A single glance at the house she had shared with Kala was enough to confirm they needed somewhere else to sleep. Lucy changed slowly, then helped Sabine carry the girl to the house the others used. A little surprised to find it empty, Lucy was relieved there would be no questions and as soon as Kala joined them she settled down to sleep, cuddled with her lover whilst Sabine snuggled into another pile of furs close to the girl she had saved.

Eva awoke to find herself wrapped in cast off fur garments, a tray close by on the floor with breakfast and urgent voices echoing around her. Yawning and stretching she rose up, taking a large piece of fruit from the tray, together with a gourd of fruit juice, she moved towards the cave entrance where the voices were becoming louder and more urgent. The sight before her made her smile, her slave standing in the narrowest part, resolutely denying access to the girls. "Enough.!! Katja is only doing what she sees as her job, besides, what has you lot up so early?"

"Early..?" Spluttered Anja," it's not early..!!"

Eva put her arms around Katja, kissed the girl's head and hugged her as she walked them both out into the sunshine, "oh no, so it isn't."

The girls mobbed around Eva, who held Katja tight and shared the fruit with her, listening to the girls talk themselves out, until they finally got the message and calmed down enough for Eva to answer them. "Yes we will try again, no I'm not sure how to open the door, but I do have an idea, no, not now, I need to talk to Lucy first, Kala too." She paused, "lets go back to the village, I just might have a gift for all of you." Eva whispered to Katja, who nodded happily and went back into the cave.

Katja returned proudly and carefully carrying the gourd, taking her place at her Mistress's side as they all set off up the valley to the village.

Lucy and Kala had also slept late, though Sabine had been awake for a while, doing her best to keep the girl calm and quiet, but unable to make herself understood, except by repeatedly pointing to the two sleeping lovers then holding her finger to her lips. "If only you could understand me," the girl kept repeating, "all I want is a drink of water and a cab home..." She sighed, finally giving up further attempts at communication, at least until she heard voices outside, voices speaking English..!!

Before Sabine could stop her the girl raced out into the sunshine, blinking at the brightness, "oh boy am I glad to hear you..!! I'm..." She stopped abruptly, partly because none of the girls was paying any her attention, but mostly because of what they were looking at. The house that Lucy and Kala had used, or what was left of it...

"What the hell happened..?? Helen was asking, her love of all growing things at odds with her concern for her friends, "even those two couldn't have wreaked it with their fucking.."

"Well it's sure fucked now," added Anja, a slightly wistful expression on her face, for she still remembered Lucy's kiss...

"So where are they.?" Monika demanded.

"Right here," Lucy replied from behind them as she joined the girls to inspect the devastation in daylight, "and it really wasn't my fault, not exactly," Lucy pointed at Kala who was still in the doorway of the girl's house, blinking her eyes to adjust to the bright sunshine. "It was her."

Helen marched across to Kala, "that was a perfectly good house, a good healthy, not to mention painstakingly built house formed from living bushes... And you've wreaked it..!!"

Kala glanced at the remains of the house, then pointed at Lucy, "blame her, she started it..!!"

"Dragons..!!" Helen huffed, it's going to take ages to fix all that, and months for it to grow back even a little." Helen huffed again, "it's worse than at Uni... At least there it was only house plants, now it's entire houses..!!"

Her mood was not helped by the others who started giggling at her words. "I don't suppose a coffee would help..??" Lucy offered in her best innocent voice.

"Coffee..!!" The girls chorused, "you've got coffee..?" All of a sudden Lucy was surrounded by a horde of pseudo-beggers, arms outstretched as they pleaded for coffee whilst trying to keep straight faces.

"Monika, any chance of some boiling water from the kitchen?" Lucy asked politely.

"For coffee you can have anything you want," Monika grinned. "Anything..."

Lucy looked at Eva, "can I borrow Katja for a while?" Eva nodded, whispered to her slave, who smiled and followed Monika and Lucy towards the kitchens.

"So what did happen?" Eva asked, looking at Kala suspiciously.

"She tickled me."

"And?"

"And I'm ticklish."

"And?"

"And my Dragon is bigger than the house..." Kala grinned, "it was an accident."

From somewhere inside the ruins Helen huffed loudly, "..... fucking Dragons"

"I'm still dreaming, right? This is too weird..."

Fran smiled at the girl, "no, it's no dream, though it is sometimes a madhouse," she giggled, "or mad ruin... I'm Francesca, but everyone calls me Fran, and you are?"

"I'm... I'm confused, but people call me Julia..." The girl looked around slowly, "it wasn't drugs, was it? I wasn't hallucinating.. Where are we?"

Fran took Julia's hand, "come on, I'll show you around and try to explain, ok?"

Julia nodded, a little shy, "yes please, can we see the Dragons? They..." She blushed, "they're.. umm... sexy"

"Yes, they are," agreed Fran, giggling, "very."

Lucy, Monika and Katja returned all carrying trays of gourds, Katja going directly to her Mistress, whilst the other two distributed coffee to every one, the smell even brought Helen out from the ruins. For a while peace settled over the secret valley, the aroma of rich fresh brewed coffee filled the air, the only sound the quiet sipping and soft sighs of contentment.

Eva had chosen to sit with Lucy and Kala, the ever attentive Katja at her feet. When they had almost finished their coffee she spoke, hesitating a little. "Lucy? I... Well... I need you to cum..."

"Sure, come where.?"

"No, cum."

"Ok, sure, but where...?"

Eva sighed, "no, not come with me, cum, orgasm, cum."

"Now?"

"Yes, please."

"Can I finish my coffee first?"

Eva giggled, "I don't know, can you?"

Lucy reached out to swat her friend, "ok smartass, now tell me why, why do you need me to cum?"

"Well... Actually I need your cum, but I need your Dragon to cum..."

"Oh.. Fuck... Why..?"

"Because, well, just because, ok? It's bad enough that I have to ask, I'm not going to tell you until it works."

"Until what works?"

"Not telling."

Lucy looked at Eva, nodded as if to herself, then turned to face Kala, her body language changing as she did so, assuming the sexiest pose she could manage, with fluttering eyelids and a husky voice... "Take me lover, take me now."

Kala smiled, "anytime, anyplace, but are you sure you're ready for Dragon sex?"

For a moment Lucy froze, concentrating, slowly her tongue slid out of her mouth, further and further, the tip lifting as if searching before it stopped, aimed at Kala, then curled in an unmistakable invitation. With a blur her tongue retracted, "oh yes lover, I'm ready..."

Kala reached out and grabbed Lucy's hand, "we'll be back...."

"Wait..!! Eva tried to stop them, "I need some, you need a gourd, or something..."

She was too late, the two lovers were already running across the warm soft grass, at first side by side, but then they moved apart and then, so fast neither really needed to close their eyes, they were Dragons, white and golden, lifting into the air, racing away out of sight.

"Fuck..!!" Exclaimed Eva.

"Yes please, my Mistress..." Katja spoke softly, but not softly enough. Eva grabbed her slave by the hair and pulled her towards the girls house, keeping her off-balance all the way to the nearest pile of soft furs, where Eva vented her frustration and Katja learned the true meaning of ravishment.

Fran was still giggling and showing Julia around, Helen was huffing to herself amidst the ruined house assisted by Anja, Monika and Suze had returned to the kitchens,

Sabine turned to Maja, winking as she turned her gourd upside down, then nodded towards one of the other houses. Maja grinned, blushed and nodded. Together they crossed to the house, followed by Helen's words, "don't tickle her, just don't, ok?" Neither girl heard her words, but then neither was thinking of tickling...

Far down the valley the golden Dragon was feeling decidedly frustrated and more than a bit kinky. Kala had led the way to a spur of the mountain that stuck out into the valley, it's spine a series of jagged cliffs separated by deep clefts. It was into one of those clefts that Kala had guided the golden Dragon.

"Ok, so why exactly are we here? I mean... I know why we are here, but why here...?" The two Dragons were in a slightly bowl shaped space, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, the forth a mass of boulders which blocked their view of the valley.

"Because my love, I don't want you falling out of bed... Or setting the valley on fire...!!" Kala grinned, her purple eyes alight with smouldering passion.

"Fire...?"

"You'll see, now sexy, lets see just how gifted that tongue of yours is..." With that the white Dragon moved in on the golden one. Kissing when both mouths are full of razor sharp fangs is suicidal, in fact there is little love in Dragon lovemaking, which is not to say it lacks passion, just that the expression of lust is more ferocious and lacks the subtlety of human lovemaking.

Though unequal in size, the two Dragons shared a common desire, as they released their passion upon one another their Dragons met and melded with a roughness that Lucy and Kala would never contemplate. Wrestling in what can best be described as a sixty-nine position, mouths gaping, razor sharp fangs glinting in the sun as two tongues sought to impale, driving deep, curling and twisting as they fought to drive each other crazy.

The most sensuous part of their fucking was the mind-sharing. At first the golden Dragon had resisted, then as her white Dragon lover persisted she opened her mind and discovered that not only could she share how every movement the white Dragon made felt to her, she could even feel how the white Dragon felt as she used her tongue to inflame her lovers passion. "Oh fuck...!!" The golden Dragon let go of her mind and plunged into the rushing torrent of emotions, "oh yes, yes... Yes...!!"

Later Lucy struggled to put her feelings into words, failing utterly, how could anyone understand how the rough physical fucking was nothing compared to the sensuousness of mind-sharing? How do you explain what it feels like to mind-share a mutual orgasm? No need to imagine how your lover feels, not when you can feel it as she feels it, and share your every thought and sense with your lover. Both Dragons shrieked as they came, the golden Dragon unaware she was breathing fire, releasing her lust in jets of fiery flames, tail lashing, long sharp claws raking the rocks and her lovers body. Just as the white Dragon writhed and flamed and shrieked, her own tail lashing as her long sharp claws bit into the rock and gripped her lovers body.

Back in the village the blasts of fire were clearly visible. Unaware of Dragon lovemaking Eva turned to Katja, "a volcano.?"

"Orgasm," replied her slave, grinning. 

Both lay still, breathing heavily, the larger golden Dragon crouched protectively over her lovers body, acting instinctively, whilst the white Dragon lay passive, exhausted. For long minutes neither moved, then the white Dragon stretched her neck, tilting her head back, exposing her throat. Without thinking the golden Dragon opened she mouth wide, razor sharp fangs closing, the tips barely touching her lovers throat. Both had acted instinctively, yet both knew that their love was different and so as the golden Dragon opened her mouth wider and raised up her head she then lowered it, twisting to expose her own throat which the white Dragon took between her jaws, razor sharp fangs resting on the tender skin.

Unable to kiss they shared a look as they shared their minds, opening up to each other, utterly.

The white Dragon finally broke eye contact and took to the air, climbing up high before swooping up the valley, heading to where Eva awaited their return.

Pursued by the huge golden Dragon, the white Dragon glided down to land as close as possible to Eva, changing as she landed Kala ran to where Eva stood, moving past her to grab one of the empty gourds which had held coffee, lifting it to her lips she opened her mouth, tilted her head down, then grinned and handed the gourd to Eva. Only just in time for Lucy too had changed as she landed and run headlong at Kala, tackling her with a powerful embrace as she kissed her lover urgently, tasting something different, yet kissing deeper none the less, eyes still burning with passion as she questioned her lovers mind, "what's that taste?"

"You my love, your Dragon cum, after all, that was the point, wasn't it?"

"Fuck the point...! Fuck me, please... I want to try that mind-sharing thing again, but as us, not as our Dragons..." Kala didn't need to answer, she was already hugging Lucy as both ran, still kissing, towards the nearest house, "No time, here...!! Now...!!" They fell to the warm soft grass, already in each others arms, still kissing deeply, ever deeper in love, now lost in lust as they ravished each other right there in the open.

For a moment Eva watched them, spellbound by the depth of their love and the wild passion both shared, the feel of her own lust trickling down the inside of her thigh provoked her to act, taking her now panting slave's hand she turned away, heading back down the valley to the Haxlz cave and her own home... And bed. Despite her arousal Katja still gripped the two gourds tightly, intent on serving her Mistress, grinning happily because she recognised the look in her Mistress's eyes, and knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as they reached their home and the closest pile of soft furs...

Just as Katja had hoped, Eva barely gave her time to safely put aside the gourds before forcing her down onto the soft furs, straddling her face. Eva was not looking for passion, her need was too urgent, for the first time in her life Eva fucked without thought for her partners feelings or pleasure, she rode her slave's face with an urgency made more intense by the simple knowledge that she could, that Katja was hers to use as she pleased. In her turn Katja fought to please her Mistress, giving herself over to pleasure her Mistress, expecting nothing in return, for she sensed Eva's need and knew that later it would be different.

Eva screamed out her release, paused for a moment to regain her composure, then stood up, taking as little notice of Katja as she would of a chair she had sat upon. "Quickly girl, boiling water, clean gourds, go..!!" Katja went, grinning. Returning with a gourd of boiling water which she placed before her Mistress, she didn't have time to kneel before being sent on another errand, "Go fetch Suze, bring her here to me."

"This one will obey, my Mistress." Katja darted out of the house and ran off up the valley, arriving at the kitchens she found Monika and Suze tasting their latest creation. Panting and sweating she simply grabbed Suze's arm and pulled her, an action that Suze had become used to, given her inability to understand the girl, any of the girls, all of whom were invariably polite, even though they seldom tried to communicate by the pantomime of gesticulations and pointing. Sighing, Suze followed Katja, her natural curiosity aroused by the obvious urgency which Katja displayed.

Their arrival at Eva's house proved an anti-climax for Suze, for Eva simply nodded to Suze before continuing her preparations, ignoring both girls who knelt, still panting from their run.

Eva had settled herself, focusing on what she had learned from the quartz library, then whilst Katja ran to fetch Suze she began to work, pouring carefully, swilling the mixtures around inside the gourds, carefully following the recipe she had discovered. Satisfied, it remain only to test, "go fetch one of the Haxlzan," Katja sprang to her feet, hurrying out to fetch one of the girls who lived to serve her Mistress.

Katja returned with a girl Eva had noticed before, the girl approached confidently, knelt respectfully, but didn't lower her eyes or bow her head, just knelt and awaited the Haxlz's command. Eva smiled, "drink this."

The girl didn't hesitate, which surprised Eva slightly, holding the gourd to her lips the girl drank, neither sipping nor gulping, draining the gourd before lowering it.

Eva turned to Suze, "your turn." Suze eyed the gourd suspiciously, sniffed at it, the looked at Eva. "Just drink, it won't harm you." Suze tilted the gourd and sipped, then sipped again, then she drank, draining the gourd, holding it upside down as if to prove a point.

"Now what?" Her simple question confirmed Eva's own, for the girl before her gasped aloud in shock and surprise.

"I understood her..!! How can this be..??"

Likewise Suze now gasped, "me too..!!" She looked at Eva with awe, "you're a fucking genius..!!"

"You'd have to ask Katja that," grinned Eva, "she of all people is most qualified to judge the skill with which I fuck..."

Suze giggled, the girl simple stared, awed and confused. "Please Mistress, why me? What have I done to deserve this?"

Eva turned to the girl, "nothing, you have done nothing, I simply needed to test this concoction."

"But Mistress, how will I talk with the others?"

Eva frowned, then smiled, "you misunderstand, the drink does not change you, it simply allows you to understand the Schtrandgzete, and they you."

The girl smiled, her relief obvious. "You may go," Eva smiled, "and thank you."

Suze had listened, eyes wide, her mouth open, realisation boiling inside, at least until Katja giggled and lifted a finger to Suze's chin, pressing up to close the awestruck girl's mouth. Now Suze bubbled over, "at last, you have no idea how frustrating it is to not understand anything anyone says to you, the endless attempts to gesticulate, trying to communicate even the simplest of things."

Katja glanced at her Mistress before speaking, "that is why the Franxling keep to themselves, it's not that they don't want to communicate, it's just that after a while the futility makes it easier to keep to themselves and avoid the endlessly pointless gesturing."

"I know, it drove me mad, I began to think I was dumb, I mean even after all this time I don't know what a single word of their language means."




Legend Ch. 07



Eva nodded, "Katja is right, and you are not dumb, what neither of you realise is that the language cannot be learned, at least not by a Schtrandgzete. Now, I think it's time we returned to the village and offered this concoction to the others, don't you?"

They walked slowly, Katja and Suze each carrying gourds of Eva's concoction, whilst Eva walked ahead, saving her ears from the incessant chattering of the two girls who had known each other so long but had never been able to communicate. 

Helen had been busy in the ruins of the house, clearing aside the snapped and broken branches then carefully weaving the remaining ones back into place. At first Anja had helped her, until she became distracted by the sounds of Lucy and Kala's passionate fucking. Helen continued to huff, muttering "...fucking Dragons..." The sounds drew Anja to the front of the house where she could see the two girls rolling around on the soft warm grass, both oblivious to all but their lust for each other, connected not just by their tangled limbs and tight embrace but by their minds, for now Lucy knew how to mind-share feelings, she could not get enough.

It was not long before Helen noticed Anja, who was bending over a section of woven branches that had formed the base of a window, her legs spread, fingers busy within her sex as she watched Lucy and Kala. Helen tried to ignore Anja, but as the scent of her arousal spread it became impossible. With a final 'huff' Helen put aside all thoughts of restoration and moved behind her friend, her own body responding to the sexual tension.

Anja groaned as she felt Helen's fingers push hers aside, then gasped as those fingers pushed deeper, two becoming three, four, then Helen tucked her thumb into her palm and pushed... Anja cried out as Helen's hand impaled her, fingers curling to form a fist, a fist that began to move rhythmically, pumping back and forth, twisting. Anja surrendered, gripping the branches tightly, rolling her hips in invitation as she gave voice to her lust, her screams mixing with those of Lucy and Kala. Screams that drew the others, Fran and Julia heard the sounds from far down the valley and began to head back, Monika left the kitchen to find out what, or rather who, was the cause, whilst Eva smiled when the sounds even silenced Suze and Katja.

"No more, please, I can't take any more..." Lucy's voice was hoarse from passion, she lay sprawled on the soft warm grass, flinching as Kala's breath caressed her tender sex, "enough, please, mercy." Drained physically and mentally Lucy lay gasping for breath, her body trembling with exhaustion and orgasmic after-shocks, her eyes glazed, mind adrift, her last conscious effort was to close the mind-share.

Kala was in little better shape, she too lay slumped, breasts heaving as she also gasped for breath. Both turned as Anja screamed and feinted, her head and shoulders draped over the twisted branches, Helen now visible behind her, grinning with satisfaction as she licked her fingers.

Soon everyone had arrived, all gathering around Lucy and Kala, even Sabine and Maja paused their lovemaking to join them.

"Oh, coffee, wonderful..." Lucy tried to sit up but couldn't, so lay back, propped up on one arm.

"No, it's not coffee."

"Oh.." Lucy let her arm fold and lay down. "I really, really need a coffee."

"I'll make you coffee sweetheart," offered Kala grinning, "but that's all you get, at least until I recover."

"Thank you my love." Lucy grinned, thought about sitting up, but just didn't have the energy. "Ok, so if it's not coffee, what is it?" "You'll see... or rather hear..." Followed by Katja, Eva moved to each of the girls in turn, offering them a gourd, Kala, Helen, Anja, Monika, Fran and Maja. Julie frowned when Eva didn't offer her a gourd. "Not yet, maybe later, there are things you need to know before you drink this..." Julie nodded, still frowning, but remained silent.

"Tastes.. weird, kind of creamy, nice but weird" Maja licked her lips, "what is it?"

"It's exactly what I wanted," Sabine smiled, "exactly." Hugging Maja tightly, her kiss almost stifling her gasp of surprise.

"Hey..!! I can understand you..!!"

"And I you." This time Sabine's kiss did silence Maja, who found herself being picked up and carried back into the house and the pile of soft furs, "Now that we can understand each other, understand this..." Sabine's lips covered Maja's.

Back outside the girls were, as usual when overly excited, all talking at once, so nobody could understand anyone, only Julie remained quiet, her frown deepening until Eva beckoned to her, "come, we should talk."

Julie followed Eva across the warm soft grass to where a small clump of trees provided shade and several flat rocks somewhere to sit. "It's not personal, it's a matter of consent. I already know what the others want, I don't know what you want, so you need to decide."

"Decide what?"

"If you want to return home and if so, do you want to remember this place...?"

"Of course I want to remember..!!"

"Do you? Really?" Eva took Julie's hands in her own, looking into the girl's eyes, "think before you speak, think carefully. You could go home, remember nothing, no regrets, no disbelief or worse from anyone you tried to tell about this world. Think first, then come see me if you still want to remember."

Eve leaned forward and softly kissed Julie's forehead, then still smiling she rose and walked back to join the others, leaving the girl sitting on a flat rock in the shade, staring down the valley, deep in thought, but no longer frowning.



Legend of Cowboy



All sorts of expatriate "characters" gravitated to Bangkok, Thailand, in the seventies and eighties, and none were more colorful than the man known simply as Cowboy. Cowboy was a six-and-a-half foot black American stud, who was said to have been a pro basketball player of some note who had retreated to Bangkok in the face of possible charges for point shaving and racketeering. In Bangkok, Cowboy had built a small empire of girlie bars in the Phatpong tenderloin district, the most notable one of which was named, appropriately enough, Cowboy's.

There were a few legends about Cowboy. One was that he had the biggest dick in Thailand, which was given some evidence by the woman who buzzed around him looking very satisfied. The second was that he would fuck anything that moved, which was at least partially evidenced by the men who buzzed around him as well. And the third was that he never took off his signature ten-gallon hat, chaps, or spurs, even during sex.

Cowboy was one of the most happy-go-lucky, witty, and generous people in the international community, and those who knew him reacted well to him no matter how much effort they had to put into ignoring his past and his reputation.

A few months into my tour as an SR71 photoreconnaissance jet driver living in Bangkok, I decided I'd like to check out the legend of Cowboy. I joined the U.S. embassy's bowling league just because he was on it, and I got as close to his inner circle there as possible. Eventually, he invited me to come up and see him sometime at his flagship Cowboy's bar. As, at the time of the invitation, he had his hand under a table exploring my basket, I didn't have any illusions what his invitation entailed. This suited me just fine, of course, and I wasted no time in scooting over to Cowboy's to see him one afternoon in the next week.

When I walked into Cowboy's, I was told that Cowboy was in his office on the second floor and to go on up. Cowboy's office was a pretty good-sized room, with a desk and other office equipment at one end and a double bed with a red velour bedspread at the other end.

Cowboy was home, as was a dreamy-eyed woman with long, frizzed-up blonde hair and big tits. Cowboy was lying on the bed, feet pointed at me. He was wearing his ten-gallon hat and his boots with spurs, but that was all, so at least the part of the legend of the chaps was false. The blonde was sitting astride his pelvis, with her tits also pointed at me. I therefore couldn't check out the legend of the biggest dong in Thailand, at least for the moment, because the blonde was sitting on it.

She looked vaguely familiar to me, and it slowly dawned on me that she was the wife of one of the U.S. embassy's economic affairs officers. She'd bowled a 280 on the last league night, and, I understand, had gone out on a celebration binge and hadn't been seen for two days. It had taken me a few minutes to recognize her, because the economic affairs officer's wife I'd known had always been wearing clothes, and this woman was naked. Really nice tits, though.

When I walked in, Cowboy had his hands on her hips and was helping her to have a bouncy ride on his lap. They both seemed happy to see me, though, and Cowboy boomed out that I should feel free to strip down and come join them. He suggested that the woman might like to suck me off while she was getting her ride, and she seemed agreeable to this. So, I stripped down and went up on the bed with my knees straddling Cowboy's calves and my butt sitting on his boots. His spurs jangled quietly behind me.

Before the woman started to service me, I buried my face between her tits and did some exploration of those with my hands. That seemed to turn her on—or a bit more on than Cowboy had already turned her—and, after a while, she pushed me back on my haunches, and stretched forward and started giving my cock good head with her soft mouth.

Cowboy must have gotten bored with this, because after ten minutes or so of her slurping and me hardening, Cowboy asked me if I wanted to ride too. I said sure, not knowing what he had in mind, but being game for about anything until I was able to fully check out this legend thing. When I had voiced my agreement, his big hands came around from either side of the woman's chest, and he cupped her tits and pulled her back onto his torso, which brought her pelvis up.

Wonders of wonders! Cowboy was in her asshole, not her cunt. Her pouty little cunt was sitting right there, begging for attention from me. So I just slid up Cowboy's thighs and drilled my hard seven inches into her. She was writhing and moaning, having a good time being double stuffed. She took my head in both of her hands and brought our lips together, and I kissed her deeply, thinking that was only polite considering how deeply I was fucking her. All three of us were riding and bucking and rotating, sometimes in synch, sometimes not, but always in ways that gave all three of us pleasure.

While I was kissing the woman, Cowboy let loose of her tits and started to play with mine. I liked the attention fine. He even managed to get my nipples aligned with those of the woman, and he did some rubbing and pinching together that was driving us both crazy.

I came out of my kiss with the woman and dove beside her head and found Cowboy's mouth. We did a battle of the tongues that was more invigorating than what the woman and I had been doing. She was a fine ride, but I knew which side my bread was buttered on.

I felt the woman's pelvis being pushed into mine, so I put my hands under her butt cheeks and pulled her up with me, as I went up on my knees. I heard a long slurping noise as Cowboy came out of her ass and pulled himself up toward the head of the bed from under us. The woman and I went back down on the bed and she held her legs out briefly and then brought her heels to the back of my calves and massaged them while I pumped her. She was making little mewing sounds.

Cowboy was behind me. He was lathering up his cock with KY, and I took a peek. That part of the legend probably was true. He was longer, in not thicker, than anyone else I'd seen in Bangkok. His dick was a darker brown than the rest of his body and had a big pinkish-brown helmet on it. I started my own little mewing sounds at that point.

He took me by the hips and just lifted me up off and out of the woman and I dug my knees into the bed again to prop myself up. Cowboy's mouth went to my asshole and he tongued and kissed me there. The woman slipped out from underneath me and reversed herself and came back under. She took my cock in her mouth and restarted the stimulation there. She played with my balls with her hands, until Cowboy's cock was engaged and nearby, and then she gave his cock root and balls attention. I lowered myself on her and spent my time servicing her g-spot with my tongue, holding her gyrating pelvis within some sort of limits with my hands dug into her butt cheeks. Her tits felt good bobbing against my belly.

Cowboy stopped licking my butt and applied some KY there and then entered me, and entered me, and entered me, and entered me. I didn't think his dong would ever stop sliding up into me. And when he was well in, he started plowing me real good at a depth I didn't remember ever doing any entertaining before. With her soprano, my tenor, and his bass, we had a real good harmony of sighs and moaning going there for a while.

After a good fifteen minutes, Cowboy pulled out of me, sort of pushed me off to the side and turned the woman around and finished his fuck and shot off his load in her cunt. I didn't mind, because by then, I was drilling his ass to my own climax.

So, other than the chaps, the Cowboy legend pretty much held up to scrutiny.