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Mystical Wish
Gray Mouser
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Section B:
* * *
Winter had passed with its usual fury and the days grew warmer with
the impending summer. Greywind's association with Thorash and his family
had grown stronger and he visited often, still wary of the bewitching gaze
of the fair Chakyna. Late one evening last week he had sat with Thorash
before the fireplace, talking at length about the improvements to be made
to the house once summer had firmly taken hold.
"Chakyna has complained often that her window does not close easily,"
Thorash offered, eager to gauge Greywind's reaction to the mention of his
daughter.
Greywind masked his emotions once again and replied, "I must remember
to look into it. It do not wish her to be inconvenienced by my shoddy
work."
Thorash chuckled lightly. "So speaks the gentleman my daughter has
spoken so fondly of. Why not look into it now?"
"B.. but she's asleep," Greywind stammered. "I do not wish to disturb
her..."
Thorash shook his head. "My daughter would not even notice you. She
can sleep soundly through the fiercest storm, so your presence wouldn't
begin to rouse her. Besides, I know how silently you can move through the
forest, or have you forgotten the fright you gave me yestereve?"
Greywind recalled how he had accidentally startled Thorash while out
gathering firewood the previous night and he laughed quietly. "Alright
then, friend. I will look at it now and return tomorrow to fix whatever I
find."
"I will see you then," came the answer as Thorash stood and walked to
his bedroom. "Goodnight, Greywind."
"Goodnight, friend," Greywind replied, taken aback by his friend's
early retiring. He stood and went straight to her door, pressing his ear
firmly against it. No sound was heard so he lifted the latch and tiptoed
inside. Being careful not to look at her sleeping form, he walked to the
window and inspected the shutters. One of the hinges appeared to be loose
so he gripped the latch and lifted slightly. "Sure enough," he whispered to
himself, "this hinge needs tightening."
"As I thought it might," came a soft voice from behind him. He wheeled
around and saw Chakyna perched on the foot of her bed, looking at him with
a bright smile. The front of the loose gown she wore dipped down just past
the tops of her breasts and Greywind's breathing caught as he saw the small
pendant she wore nestled between them. She smiled at his rapt attention and
pulled the pendant from her cleavage, holding it in her hand. "Beautiful,
isn't it?" she asked with a saucy grin.
"It is," he replied. "A wild rose, yes?"
The faintest trace of a frown crossed her face before she giggled
merrily. "You have good eyes, sir. This was a gift from mother to replace
the one I used to wear."
Greywind picked out the slight sadness in her voice and asked, "The
one before held special meaning for you?"
"It did," she replied sadly. "It was a small carved heart, given to me
by my grandmother before she died. I wore it constantly until one day I
found the cord it was on had worn through without my knowledge. I never was
able to find it again." Her eyes became misty and she walked to him. "Have
you ever lost your heart, Greywind?"
The words cut through him like the sharpest blade as he suddenly
realized her closeness. "N.. no, I haven't," he replied, his mind reeling.
"A terrible feeling," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around
him. He stood frozen, unable to move as she breathed into his ear, "Help me
find it again."
With a quick thought he cast a cantrip back towards the window. A
second later a faint scratching was heard against the shutters. Greywind
tore himself from her grasp and said, "What was that?"
"I heard nothing!" she said.
"But I did," he replied, walking quickly to the shutters. He pressed
his ear against them and pretended to listen for a moment before racing
towards the door, saying, "Some animal, perhaps. I will go check."
"But...," she started.
"Go back to sleep and don't worry," he interrupted. "I will be back
tomorrow to fix your window. Good night." With this he raced out the door
and out of the house, bounding over to the forest edge in three rapid
heartbeats. He turned and watched as Chakyna opened her window and called
out softly, "Why do you keep running away, Greywind? Why?" His head bowed
guiltily and suddenly he was aware of another sound - faint crying. Without
looking back to her, he raced at top speed back to his clearing.
Reaching it at last, his mind raced as he wondered how he could ease
her sadness. A sudden inspiration struck him and he picked up a piece of
sandalwood he had gathered for firewood. Whipping out his knife, he quickly
lopped off the end of the stick and started to carve furiously. Upon
finishing, he held the piece up and inspected it before casting it away
with a groan of disgust. Cutting another piece off the stick, he started
over and when he was done he looked over the small heart which rested on
his quivering palm. Fashioning a small loop out of a thin nail, he attached
the newly- created pendant to a thin cord braided with fine silver wire.
Winding the cord around the heart quickly, he chittered loudly. A squirrel
called out angrily from the tree before him and he chittered again,
apologizing for the late hour. The squirrel relented and quickly ran down
to him and he picked it up before bounding off through the forest back to
the cottage.
Stopping in his former hiding spot, he was overjoyed to see Chakyna
still looking out her window. Placing the squirrel on the ground, he handed
the bundle to it and chattered an instruction. The squirrel picked up the
gift carefully in its mouth and scurried over to the window. It squeaked
once to get her attention and Chakyna looked down then quickly backed away
from the window, frightened by the squirrel's sudden appearance. It leaped
up onto the windowsill and deposited the gift. Without pausing it turned
and bounded back to the woods.
Chakyna slowly returned to the sill and examined the bundle closely
before picking it up. She unraveled the cord and gasped loudly as she saw
the heart pendant. "Greywind!" she whispered. Slipping the cord over her
head, she swept her hair out with her arm and looked down happily at the
small brown heart hanging between her breasts. Looking back out towards the
forest, she cried out, "Thank you! Oh thank you, my dear Greywind!"
Smiling proudly, he blushed and bounded back to his clearing, her
happy shout still ringing in his ears.
* * *
Greywind heard her shout once again, now, almost a week past. His eyes
widened as he realized, "It's the mystic's doing!"
In response to his thought, the mystic tossed the discarded heart into
the air, whereupon it burst into a bright cloud of powder which glowed in
the moonlight. Slowly the cloud thickened until it formed an oblong patch
which hung motionless in the air. The mystic threw back his hood, revealing
a thin wisp of long graying hair. In a startlingly clear voice, he called
out, "The giver of gifts should know the full effect upon the one so
honoured." With a wave of his hands, an image slowly formed within the
patch, one Greywind had seen before.
"It's Chakyna!" he thought. "Exactly as I saw her that night!"
The view changed, following her inside through the window as she
slowly walked back to her soft bed. She ran her hand lightly over the small
heart and continued to smile fondly. "He does care!" he heard her whisper
joyously. "I knew he did! I just knew it!" Her hand trailed over to her
breast and lightly brushed over the thin fabric covering her nipple. It
popped erect and she moaned softly. Laying back upon her bed, she brought
both hands up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them lightly. "Oh Greywind,
I need you so much," she almost whined as she thumbed her nipples. "Come to
me, my love."
Greywind gasped as he watched the scene unfold before him. "She loves
me?" he breathed. The thought lingered a moment and suddenly he wondered,
"Perhaps that's it. Maybe I love her as well!" He pondered a moment longer
before his mind was abruptly swept clean by what he saw next. Chakyna
pulled the gown upwards slowly, revealing her shapely legs. The young
woman's breathing deepened as her private treasures were revealed to the
cool night air. Greywind almost fell from his perch as he stared at the
faint silvery wisp of hair between her thighs, barely covering the hidden
cleft of her sex. Gripping the branch tightly, his own breathing quickened
as her firm breasts were uncovered. The gown was pulled over her head and
quickly discarded as her hands trailed upwards, her fingers brushing over
her thighs to her tight belly and on to her breasts again. Her left hand
lightly massaged her nipple while her right hand ran over the small heart
pendant.
"Dear, sweet Greywind," she breathed huskily as her right hand moved
down to rest upon her silver-furred mound. "Take me, my love. Claim me as
your own." She rubbed her mound firmly and moaned loudly as her legs spread
wide.
"This is it!" Greywind's mind rejoiced. "The mystery is about to be
revealed!"
Instead, the riddle intensified as he was introduced to his first full
view of her sex. Very small and a delicate pink, it offered no clues as to
its purpose. Her fingers reached down slowly and the lips magically parted
at her touch, blossoming like a flower before him. Her gathering wetness
glistened in the faint moon-glow as her index finger traced the outline of
this enchanted place. Her moaning increased as her finger ran up through
the slit, sliding effortlessly up and down. Greywind's manhood throbbed
almost painfully, but he failed to notice it as he stared at her
ministrations. The tip of her finger stopped on a small lump of flesh near
the top of her slit and she gasped as her legs quivered rapidly and her
left hand firmly squeezed her breast. She rubbed the nubbin slowly and
started to grind her hips upon the bed, tossing her head back and forth as
her eyes squeezed shut and she cried out, "Now Greywind! Take me *now*!"
Her finger lifted off her sex and quickly shifted downward. It started
to press into her and she and Greywind moaned simultaneously. The finger
slowly disappeared inside her until it was completely buried within. It
pulled back out slowly before plunging back inside. Her eyes screwed shut
and she cried out in pure ecstasy as her slender body rocked in pleasure.
Her left hand raced to the lump she had massaged earlier and she rubbed it
furiously as her finger continued to pump in and out of her rapidly. She
cried out in unbridled joy and her body thrashed about violently before
stiffening and then falling limp. Her soaked hands lifted slowly to cup her
breasts and she purred, "Greywind, my dearest love...," before drifting off
to sleep.
Greywind watched as the image faded and he wondered frantically, "What
have I just seen? I wished answers and now have more questions than I can
bear!"
The mystic's head shook sadly and he called out, "The eyes see but the
heart does not perceive." The image returned, showing Chakyna's clothed
form laying upon the bed. "To see from the heart of another is to
understand," the voice rang out and the picture changed.
Greywind's eyes bulged as he saw himself suddenly standing naked
beside her bed, looking down at her with a look of undisguised longing. His
hands reached for her, pulling her gown off of her gorgeous body then
squeezing her breasts gently. She moaned loudly at his soft touch and
reached for him, running her hands over his muscular arms. Pulling him to
her, their lips met and shared a light kiss before it grew in intensity.
Her arms wrapped around his back and she gasped in delight as his lips
traveled down her cheek and neck, finally reaching her sensitive nipples.
His tongue flashed out and swiped at the coral bud, drawing a lusty moan
from her. Taking the nipple into his mouth, he suckled the breast
passionately as his hand slowly ran across her smooth skin down over her
belly to her mound. Her legs spread wide for his questing hand and he
quickly cupped her sex and squeezed it carefully.
"Take me, my love," she purred, pushing his head downward gently.
"Claim me as your own."
Greywind recognized her words and suddenly he was aware of their
meaning. "She was dreaming of *me* while she did this!" he whispered to
himself. "I am seeing the event through her eyes, through her *mind*." He
watched as her dreamed Greywind positioned himself between her milky-white
thighs and leaned in to nuzzle at her sex. His tongue extended and licked
at her, gently at first but then with increasing vigor. Her moaning
intensified as he concentrated on the small erect lump of flesh Greywind
had seen her massage before. Her thighs quivered violently and she cried
out, "Now Greywind! Take me *now*!"
"The words again," Greywind whispered, concentrating fully on the
image before him. He watched as her dream lover sat up and stroked his
erect manhood slowly across her steaming wetness before pressing it into
her slowly. "Its purpose revealed," Greywind whispered in awe as he watched
'his' length sink slowly into Chakyna's panting body. It sank slowly until
fully engulfed, then withdrew with the same agonizing slowness. Greywind
could see it glistening in the faint moonlight as it reappeared, covered in
her ample juices. His hand instinctively rubbed his own erection through
the front of his leggings and he moaned softly. His moan was matched by the
phantom couple he watched as his double's movements quickened, driving his
gleaming shaft in and out of her with long, fluid strokes. His hand reached
up and lightly stroked the erect nubbin atop her sex and she shrieked in
pleasure. Grasping him tightly, she screamed as her lithe body trembled
beneath him and suddenly the pair stiffened and cried out together. All
movement ceased for a score of their rapid heartbeats and Greywind watched
as his fantasy twin lay next to her and held her close. She purred,
"Greywind, my dearest love...," stroking his tangled hair.
"I love you, my dearest Chakyna, now and always," he replied. They
snuggled together and drifted off to sleep as the scene slowly faded. The
colours on the magical screen suddenly flared and with a mighty roar leapt
off the screen and shot into Greywind's body. His mind was suddenly filled
with the answers he had sought so desperately - Chakyna's love, knowledge
of their bodies, the mysteries of life itself. "I understand," he whispered
in shock. "I now know the path." Without thinking he dropped down out of
the tree, landing beside the mystic. His sparkling blue eyes regarded
Greywind thoughtfully and without a word he nodded, smiling proudly.
Greywind turned and sped off through the forest. The magical screen
crumbled into powder and scattered across the ground as the mystic donned
his hood once again and slowly walked back across clearing the way he had
come. Reaching the bushes, his cloaked body shimmered and disappeared
without a trace.
* * *
Greywind burst from the forest and scanned the field between him and
the house. Catching sight of someone laying in the field, his heart leapt
as he realized it was her. His feet propelled him to her swiftly and
silently, so much so that she cried out in fear when he knelt beside her.
"Greywind!" she gasped. "What are you...?"
"I have come," he panted.
"But why?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"
Greywind shook his head quickly and smiled. Reaching for her, he ran
his hand over the front of her thin blouse. Stopping over the heart pendant
she wore, his eyes locked with hers and he intoned, "I love you, my dearest
Chakyna, now and always."
Her eyes widened and stared into his as she recalled the last thing
her dream lover had always said to her. "You do?" she breathed, not daring
to believe him too soon.
"Now and always," he repeated softly, taking her into his strong arms
and kissing her trembling lips gently. With a squeal of joy she hugged him
fiercely as the night wrapped around them. The moon smiled down upon the
lovers as a pair of twinkling blue eyes joined in their shared laughter.
"It is good," the mystic thought with a smile.
FIN
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- First lines from and story inspired by the song 'Man of Spells' by Tony
Banks (The Fugitive - Atlantic 80071-4)
- Chakyna is pronounced (shah-KI-na)
- Shrilahr is pronounced (SHREE-lar)
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"Mystical Wish"
Mystical Wish is copyright (c) 1995 BKB. This story may be freely
distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings
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