Message-ID: <6271eli$9802201540@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: LeAnna <kalika@main.provost.msu.edu> X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: ASSM NEW! Amberyl by LeAna [m/f, cons] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1.5.4.32.19980220041828.0068f754@main.provost.msu.edu> Amberyl by LeAnna If you liked this story, or hated this story, please e-mail the author your comments: leanna1@hotmail.com - and there is an archive running at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/ -=[ WARNING ]=- Firstly, this is a revised version of the popular short story, "Raistlin's Daughter" by Margaret Weis and Dezra Despain, and is a copyrighted material. I have revised it, and therefore claim this version as mine with attributions to Weis and Despain. Part of the writing, such as the first part, is quoted to give you the storyline. It is later that my writing takes over. Also, this is copyrighted by me- do NOT repost or place on a website without my prior permission. Finally, this is an adult-oriented piece of writing, and should not be read by minors, prudes, or those that the reading of would be illegal in their state/town/county. Read on! ]=- [*] INTRODUCTION for those not familiar with Dragonlance Dragonlance is a fantasy series that I am a quite devout reader of. One of the main, recurring characters- one of the most famous and popular characters- is a mage named Raistlin. The books chronicle his life from his birth, his childhood as a sickly kid who was always studying or learning new magic spells. Indeed, he was a prodigy, going to mage school at the ripe age of six- the lowest age accepted was 10, but already he was better than some of the students. He slowly grew in power, fated to one day be the greatest mage to ever live, and was invited to take a test when he was the age of 20- the youngest person EVER to take the Test at the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth Forest. It was there that men and women tested their faith, their belief in magic. They had to take it to go further in their studies. When he took his stressful Test, his already failing health plummeted. He was given hourglass eyes- instead of seeing what everybody else saw, he only saw death. Any living thing withered and died before his very eyes- his loved ones, animals, plants. Also, his skin was changed in color- it was now a golden shade, metallic and glinting, the same color as his golden eyes. A thin, sickly young man could not travel around by himself- so his twin brother, a great warrior, traveled with him to the Test, and this story takes place just days after the Test is taken. [*] "I've got to get help, Raist!" She heard the big warrior saying as she drew near. Caramon's voice sounded tense and anguished. "You've never been this bad! Never!" There was silence, then Caramon's voice rose again in answer to words Amberyl could not hear. "I don't know. Back to the inn if I have to! All I know is that this firewood isn't going to last till morning. You yourself tell me not to cut the trees in the forest, and they're wet anyway. It's stopped snowing. I'll only be gone a few hours at the most. You'll be safe here. Probably a lot safer in these accursed woods than I will." A pause, then. "No, Raist. This time I'm doing what _I_ think best!" In her mind, Amberyl could almost hear the mage's bitter curse, and she smiled to herself. The light from the cave was obliberated for an instant by a dark shadow- Caramon coming out. It hestaitedd. Could the man be having second thoughts? The shadow half-0turned, going back into the cave. Quickly murmuring words to herself in a language that none on the continent of Ansalon had heard for countless centuries, Amberyl gestured. Barely visible from where she stood, a glimmer of firelight burst into being far off into another part of the forest. Catching a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, Caramon shouted. "Raist! There's-- a fire! Someone's close by! You stay wrapped up and.. and warm.. I'll be back soon!" The shadow merged with the darkness, then Amberyl saw the bright glint of armor in the moonliht and herad the heavy footsteps and labored breathing of the big man slogging into the snow. Amberyl smiled. "No, you won't be back very soon, my friend," She told him silently as he passed right by the tree where she was hiding, "Not very soon at all." Waiting until she was certain Caramon was well off on his pursuit of the elusive blaze that would, she knew, keep always just beyond his reach, Amberyl drew a deep breath, said a silent prayer to her god, and crept swiftly through the sparkling silver snow toward the cave. Pushing aside the blanket Caramon had strung up in a pathetic attempt to block out the elements, Amberyl entered. The cave was cold, damp and dark, lit only by a fire that sputtered feebly near the doorway to allow for ventilation. Glancing at it, Amberyl shook her head. What firewood Caramon had been able to find was wet with snow and ice. It was a tribute to the big man's skill in woodlore that he had been able to coax a flame from it at all. But it wouldn't last long and there was no wood at all to replace it when it was gone. Peering into the shadows, Amberyl couldn't find the mage at first, though she cold hear his rattling breath and smell the spicy fragrance of his spell components. Then he coughed. A bundle of clothes and blankets near the fire moved, and Amberyl saw a thin hand snake out to clasp hold of a steaming mug that stood near the blaze. The fingers trembled, nearly dropping the mug. "Let me help you," she said. Not waiting for an answer, she lifted the mug in her hand, then assisted Raistlin to sit. "Lean on me," she offered, seeing the mage endeavoring weakly to prop himself up. "You're not surprised to see me, are you?" she asked. Raistlin regarded her for a few moments with his flat, golden eyes, then-- with a bitter smile-- rested his frail body against Amberyl's as she settled down beside him. Chilled as he was, Amberyl could feel that strange warmth emanate from the thin body. He was tense and rigid, his breathing labored. Raistlin lifted the mug to his lips, but began to cough again, a cough that Amberyl could feel tear at him. Taking the mug from him, she set it down, and held onto him as he choked and gasped for breath, wrapping her arms around him as though she would hold his body together. Her own heart was torn, both in pity for him and his suffering and with fear for herself. He was so weak! What if he died? But finally, the spasm eased. Raistlin was able to draw a shuddering breath, and motioned for his drink. Amberyl held it to his lips, her nose wrinkling at the foul smell. Slowly, Raistlin sipped it. "I wondered if you would find us here," he whispered. "I wondered if the wizards would allow you inside the forest." "I wondered the same myself," Amberyl said softly. "As for me finding you" -- She sighed -- "If I hadn't, you would have found me. You would have come back to me. You couldn't help yourself." "So that's the way it is," Raistlin said, his breathing coming easier. "That's the way it is..." Amberyl murmured. "Help me lie down," Raistlin ordered, sinking back among his blankets. Amberyl made him as comfortable as possible, her gaze going to the dying fire. A sudden gust of wind blew the blanket aside. A flurry of snow hissed and danced on the glowing embers. "I feel myself growing strangely weak, as though m y life were being drained off," the mage said, huddling into the wet blankets. "Is that a result of the spell?" "Yes...I feel it too. And it isn't a spell." Amberyl said, doing what she could to stir up the blaze. coming to sit in front of the mage, she clasped her arms around her legs, looking at him intently as he stared at her. "Take off your scarf," he whispered. Slowly, Amberyl unwound the scarf from her face, letting it fall about her shoulders. She shook out her snow-wet hair, feeling drops of water spatter on her hands. "How beautiful you--" he broke off. "What will happen to me?" Raistlin asked abruptly. "?Will I die?" "I-- I don't know," Amberyl answered reluctantly, her gaze going to the fire. She couldn't bear to look at him. The mage's eyes burned through her, touching something deep inside, filling her with sweet pain. "I have.. never heard of this.. happening to-- to a.. human before." "So you are not human," Raistlin remarked. "No, I am not." Amberyl replied, still unable to face him. "You are not elven, nor any of the other races I am familiar with who live upon Krynn-- and I tell you-- What's your name?" "Amberyl." "Amberyl," he said it lingeringly, as though tasting it. She shivered again. "I tell you, Amberyl," he repeated, "I am familiar with all the races on Krynn." "Wise you may be, mage," Amberyl murmured, "but the mysteries of this world that have yet to be discovered are as numberless as the snowflakes." "You will not reveal your secret to me?" Amberyl shook her glistening hair. "it is not my secret alone." Raistlin was silent. Amberyl did not speak either. Both sat listening to the hissing and popping of the wood and the whistling of the wind among the trees. "So.. I am to die, then," Raistlin said, breaking the silence at last. He didn't sound angry, just weary and resigned. "No, no, no!" Amberyl cried. Reaching out impulsively, she took his thin, wasted hand in her own, cradling her cheek against it. "No," she repeated. "Because then I would die." Raistlin snatched his hand from hers. Propping himself weakly on his elbow, his golden eyes glittering, he whispered hoarsely, "There IS a cure? You can break this.. this enchanetment?" "Yes," Amberyl answered without a voice, feeling the warm blood suffuse her face. "How?" Raistlin demanded, his hand clenching. "First," said Amberyl, swallowing, "I -- I must tell you something about .. about the Valin." "The what?" Raistlin asked quickly. Amberyl could see his eyes flicker. Even facing death, his mind was working, catching hold eagerly of this new information, storing it away. "The Valin. Thatis what it is called in our language. it means.." She paused, frowning, trying to think. "I suppose the closest meaning in your language is life-mate." The startled expression on the mage's face was so funny that Amberyl laughed nervously. "Wait, let me explain," she said, feeling her own face growing more and more flushed. "For reasons of our own, in ages so far back that they are past reckoning, my people fled this land and retreated to one where we could live undisturbed. Our race is, as you were able to detect, long-lived. But we are not immortal. As all others, in order for our race to survive, we must produce children. But there were few of us and fewer still as time went by. The land we chose to live in is a harsh one. We tend to be loners, living by ourselves with little interaction even among our own kind. What you know as families are unknown among us. We saw our race begin to dwindle and the elders knew that soon it must die out completely. They were able to establish the Valin to ensure that our young people.. that they.." Raistlin's face had not changed expression; his eyes continued to stare at her. But Amberyl could not continue speaking beneath that strange, unblinking gaze. "You chose to leave your land" Raistlin asked. "Or were you sent away?" "I was sent to this land...by the elders. There are others here as well..." "Why? What for?" Amberyl shook her head. Picking up a stick, she poked at the fire, giving herself an excuse to avoid his eyes. "But surely your elders knew that something like this must happen if you go out into other lands," Raistlin said bitterly. "or have they been away THAT long?" "You have no conception of how long we have been away," Amberyl said softly, staring at the fire that was flickering out despite her best efforts to keep it going. "And no, it should NOT have happened. Not with one who is not of our race." Her gaze went back to Raistlin. "And now it is my turn to ask questions. What is there about you that is different from other humans? For there is something, something besides your golden skin and eyes that see death in the living. Looking at you, I perceive the shadow of another. You are young, yet there is a timelessness about you. Who are YOU, Raistlin, that this has happened between us?" To her amazement, Raistlin blanched, his eyes widening in fear, then narrowing in suspicion. "It seems we both have our secrets." HE shrugged. "And now, Amberyl, it appears that we will never know what caused this to happen,. All that should really concern us is what must be done to rid ourselves of this.. this Valin." Shutting her eyes, Amberyl licked her lips. Her mouth was dry, and the cave was suddenly unbearably cold. Shivering, she tried more than once to speak. "What?" Raistlin's voice grated. "I... must bear... your child," Amberyl said weakly, her throat constricting. For long moments there was silence. Amberyl did not dare open her eyes, she did not dare look at the mage. Ashamed and afraid, she buried her face in her arms. But an odd sound made her raise her gaze. Raistlin was laying back on the blankets, laughing. It was almost inaudible laughter, more a wheeze and a choking but laughter nonetheless-- taunting, cutting laughter. And Amberyl saw, with pity in her heart, that its sharp edge was directed against himself. "Don't, please, don't," Amberyl said, crawling nearer. "Look at me, lady!" Raistlin gasped, his laughter catching in his throat, setting him to coughing. Grinning at her mirthlessly, he gestured outside. "you had best wait for my brother. Caramon will be back soon.." "No, he won't," Amberyl said softy, creeping closer to Raistlin. "your brother will not be back before morning." Raistlin's lips parted. His eyes-- filled with a sudden hunger-- devoured Amberyl's face. "Morning," he repeated. "Morning," she said. Reaching up a trembling hand, Raistlin brushed back the beautiful hair from her delicate face. "The fire will be out long before morning." "Yes," Amberyl said softly, blushing, resting her cheek against the mage's hand. "its-- its already growing cold in here. We will have to do something to keep warm... or we will perish..." Raistlin drew his hand over her smooth skin, his finger touching her soft lips. Her eyes closed, she leaned toward him. His hand moved to touch her long eyelashes, fine as elven lace. Her body pressed closed to his. He could feel her shivering. Putting his arm around her, he drew her close. As he did so, the fire's last little flame flickered out and died. Darkness warmer and softer than the blankets covered them. Outside they could hear the wind laughing, the trees whispering to themselves. "Or we will perish.." Raistlin murmured. With this whisper, Amberyl leaned down to kiss him softly on his moist lips. He responded hungrily, yet shyly, like a child at play for the first time. She flicked her tongue slowly across his lower lip, eliciting a sigh that was no longer cough-racked. His hands slipped down from her waist to her leg, following the outline of her toned buttocks and her fit thighs. She shivered, but this time it was not from cold-- rather, it was from the mounting heat. Her legs adjusted so that she straddled him, her mound pressed against the growing hardness between his legs, slowly teasing him with it. His hands took their time in feeling her body, touching and caressing every part of her perfect physique. "You're so beautiful.." Raistlin said, pulling her slightly away from his body, almost inaudible in a whisper. She responded by pressing her lips again to his, snaking her tongue inside his mouth. His body felt delicious, warm against hers, and she sighed into his mouth as his hand worked against her blouse, struggling to get it free. She lifted herself reluctantly from him, her deft fingers working quickly at the buttons. Soon her breasts were free, jutting proudly into the night. He drew in a shuddering breath at the sight of the erect nipples bathed in the cold night air, of the perfectly sized flesh. He ran his hand up to her chest, and softly felt her breast, experimentally squeezing it. It turned her on, and she pressed her breast against him, and pressed her clitoris down on his rod, which was as hard as a rock. It seemed, thus far, to be a good size. Raistlin gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his fingers. The sensation caused her to gasp softly and grip Raistlin's hand. He smiled, and used his other hand to massage the other nipple simultaneously. She sighed slowly, excruciatingly, trying to not get too worked up this soon. She pulled away with deep regret, and his surprised look vanished when she tried to work his robes free. He moved her hands away, not letting her touch his robes. Even in the heat of passion, nobody was to be trusted with his scrolls and spells. She lifted herself up slightly, her dress rustling in the silence, so that he could push his robes aside. He was now fully nude, his entire body a metallic golden color. His cock was a dark, metallic brown, and it was indeed a nice size, she remarked to herself wryly. She estimated it to be about 9 or 10 inches long, and when she wrapped her hand around his rod, he gasped softly at the sensation. She lowered herself down to kiss his stomach and nipples. Though sickly, though thin and wiry, he was handsome in a way regarding his physique. Her lips surrounded his nipple, and as she bit it softly, she squeezed and stroked at his shaft. Now there was a louder groan of pleasure. Amberyl kept going, nibbling and teasing at his nipple, feeling Raistlin's cock surge in her hand, and when he started to push his hips ever-so-slightly in building excitement, she drew her hand away. He sighed slowly, hovering somewhere between relief and agony. She kept nibbling his nipple, and she moved her kisses downward toward his stomach. She kissed lower and lower, and finally nipped at his pubic hair. She used her hand to lift his cock slightly and slip her warm, wet mouth over the hot head of his penis. He groaned loudly now, his warm fingers kneading her head, pleading her with his body to continue. She slowly swirled her tongue around his head, and dipped it into the tiny hole at the tip experimentally. His body was rigid and tense, his cock surging, precum slowly dripping out of the hole. She savored the taste, lapping it up. Suddenly, her head plunged on his length as far as it would go, stopping at the back of her throat. Raistlin's body was covered in perspiration and he started to whisper words that she couldn't hear. At first, she wondered if it was a spell, then pushed the thought aside as she tried to force more of his cock into her mouth. She truly wanted to feel her lips against the curly white hair of his pubic region, to feel his long length inside her completely. She slowly drew out, though, massaging her tongue along the sides. She lifted her body off of his, and deftly took off her dress. It was long and flowing, making it hard to get rid of, but with the experience of years, she had it off in seconds. Her full splendor was displaying in front of Raistlin, golden blonde pubic hair going perfectly against a beautifully toned stomach- which showed off the roundness of her breasts perfectly. Her body, it seemed, had been put together by the gods themselves. Raistlin's mind was reeling, and he knew nothing except that he must continue. His weakness was dripping away slowly as his excitement and anticipation continued to build, and his cock was throbbing with excitement. She knew this, yet she teased him. He lifted his hand, and ran it along her inner thigh. She tilted her head back in response to this teasing excitement, and shuddered softly when his finger tickled against her clit. He noted her response, and slid a finger in between her pussy lips, feeling the wetness of it. The feeling of her juices was unusual, Raistlin noted, like a watered-down version of his own. It was hot and slippery, and lubricated his finger as he suddenly, without warning, drove his finger in to the knuckle. Her body stiffened, and a moan escaped from between her lips. "Oh, yes.." The words were barely whispered, and her beautiful face had an expression of a woman crazed with lust. Amberyl's pussy tightened around his finger, fitting snugly around him, and when he thought of how it'd feel fitting snugly around his rod, his cock surged once again. This slow teasing was driving them both mad. Amberyl knew that she craved the feeling of him inside her, rubbing the sides of her walls with unbearable friction. She knew his unusual size would make it harder to get inside and stretch the walls even more- and that would make her even more turned on. She slowly moved her pussy off of his finger, and he lifted it to his mouth, licking the juice off. He put his finger all the way in, sucking the juices off, savoring the sweet taste as she gripped him, and lowered her pussy on his head. His head was hard against her opening, and for a minute she feared that she wouldn't be able to get it in. She ran it up and down against her slit, letting the juices warm it up. Before she realized it, the very tip was partly inside, and she pressed gently against it. Her virginity was still intact- her only companion had been her own hand, and even that was rare. The sheath of skin that protected the way to her vagina was gone, however, after many years of horseback riding. She half-sighed, half-moaned at the thought of something so large inside her, and she tensed her legs, trying to drive it into her. He thrust his hips gently, and his head popped inside her. "Oh!" the sound slipped from them both at the same time, Raistlin's groan a slow expression of agony, her own nearly a shriek of pleasure at feeling his body mingling with hers. Slowly, he drove his piston in with gentle thrusts, feeling her hot, wet walls wrap tightly around him. She had never felt anything like this before, and she thought she would come. She didn't, however, so she reached a hand down to her clit and tickled it softly as she sank down on his cock. Finally, he bottomed out, and she groaned out loud in pleasure. Enveloped in warmth, Raistlin moved his hips harder into her warm pussy. His pleasure was mounting to an unbelievable high, and it seemed that he was floating on a bed of fire, hovering precariously over the flames that threatened to burst any moment. She sensed his pleasure, and it drove her higher, forcing her to ride up and down his cock harder. Her fingertip jerked slightly at her clit, and before she knew it, the combined sensation of his hard steel pushing and rubbing inside her, and the soft ply of her finger against her clitoris caused her to suddenly rip into an orgasm, doubling over in pleasure, his arms holding her close to his warm body. She groaned and cried out in pure joy, the exploding pulsar of orgasm shaking her body over and over again, making her convulse involuntarily until finally, it let loose d she slipped from its hand and fell into the arms of Raistlin. Raistlin was still driving it inside her, in fct, her tightening pussy during her orgasm had driven him over the point, and his head was tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open in orgasm. His back arched higher and higher, and he no longer had the strength to push his cock iside her with the intensity of his orgasm, and the fires of the Abyss eveloped roud him with the maddening pleasure. He came and came, shooting his milky white sperm inside of her, seemingly ever to stop. With every stream, she could feel it inside her, coating her vagina's inside. She could feel the searing heat, heat that she was sure was not normal of his race- just as the strange heat that emanated from his body was not normal of his race- and the sensation made her rise in pleasure, grinding hard against him. Finally, his grip suddenly turned slack, still faintly holing on to her, pulling her down with him. She didn't even bother to take his still-hard cock out of her pussy as she sank into his gentle arms, easing into gentle, blissful sleep. [*] AFTERWORD She would sleep fitfully that night, indeed. Early in the morning, she would find herself wrapped in his arms protectively, as if he ever wanted to let go of her. However, she would get up and leave, with a prayer- because if he ever found out the truth about her race, he would despise her forever. What's more, he might despise their child forever, and she couldn't bear that. Nine months later, she would die in childbirth, and her baby, every bit as fair as her mother, would have mysterious golden eyes would be named, lovingly, Usha. For it is said, that before the ogres were seduced by evil and greed, they were the fairest of all the races- the children of the gods themselves. If you liked this story, or hated this story, please e-mail the author your comments: leanna1@hotmail.com - and there is an archive running at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |