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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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Choice, The (mf/F, inc? fantasy)
by Gamble (eledin@netcom.com)
***
Laying in bed, underneath the silken sheets, the woman looked
over at her man as he slept beside her. Instead of sleeping close
against him, silvery eyes studied him silently. Her hand lifted once,
fingers reaching towards his hair, then withdrew as he turned slightly
towards her with a muttered, 'Oh yes...'
The watching eyes closed for a moment as the woman sighed
softly, remembering how he had come back from a walk out in the
valley earlier in the day. He had rushed into the inner cavern and
without a word went to her as she stood up, his hands moving to tear
the clothes from her body, then pulling her tight to him in the way she
remembered from their early passionate days together.
Her mind didn't register the scent of an unfamiliar incense on him
until she was lying beneath him on the rug, his powerful, thrusting
motions filling her over and over with his hard flesh as his hands held
her breasts up, almost bruisingly to his chest. She just had time to
think, "Where was he?" before her body tensed, her smooth legs
lifting to wrap hard around his waist as her climax ripped through her,
shattering further thought. Vaguely she felt his teeth at her shoulder
as he drove deep once more, then cried out against her skin, his body
trembling during his own powerful release as it lay above her.
Only afterwards, with him sleeping restlessly next to her in the bed
where they'd moved to and spent another long hour in pleasure, did
the scent return to her, barely discernible beneath the musk of the
previous lovemaking. Turning towards him, the satisfied expression
slowly turned concerned, then shocked as she heard her name from
his mouth, "Rashena," and then, "I'm sorry." Her lips parted to
respond before realizing he was still asleep.
Since then, she had listened to a variety of mutterings, more
apologies, but also words and sounds of desire and pleasure.
Wanting to believe that his dreams were of her, the lingering scent of
incense and those apologies told her heart otherwise. And so
through the night, she watched his face in silence, hardly blinking and
never close to sleeping.
---
He awoke slowly, the images of pale, smooth skin rising and falling
above him, black hair falling around his face as he looked up into
equally dark eyes that seemed to pull the feelings of intense desire,
pleasure and lust from him. Then there was the feeling of denied
release filling his mind as he finally awoke fully. Turning on his side,
his hand reached across towards Rashena and on not finding her, his
eyes opened, searching until they spotted her in a chair next to the
bed.
Stretching out on the bed as he regarded her, he murmured,
"You'll never believe the dreams I had last night..." then frowned as
he took in her intense stare, the storminess of her eyes making them
more grey than silvery and the tiredness in her face.
Confusion flickered in those eyes for a moment and then she
asked, "Dreams? What were they, Eleron?" in a clipped and flat tone
so unlike her usual langorous one when she talked to him.
As he began to answer her, one of her hands slipped up to finger
the silver hand that hung at her throat from the necklace. Knowing
that by this she could sense if someone was telling the truth, one of
the talisman's many functions, he kept his face calm although
inwardly he began to wonder why she was so concerned about this
dream and why she would think he was lying.
Eleron told the details of the dream to her, as much as he could
remember, how he found himself following a strange woman, with
almost white skin, flowing black hair and dark eyes through incense
filled rooms and then into a garden. The scent of the incense and
flowers seemed to drain him of questions as he was asked to sit on a
bench while the woman talked softly, hypnotically to him of desire and
need until the barely heard sound of her voice was all that he was
aware of.
The coldness in his woman's eyes thawed slowly to a more
thoughtful expression as he continued the relating, how the unknown
woman moved to stand in front of him, her hands moving to unfasten
her robe and letting it drop down, revealing her body to him as his
eyes followed the robe down. The words she spoke afterwards,
Eleron couldn't remember except that they stoked the rising desire in
him, as did her fingers as they slipped down over her breasts, flicking
at the nipples which hardened quickly.
Once those fingers drifted down between her thighs, he was
unable to think of anything besides being inside her. Finally, her
teasing finished, the raven haired woman took him on the bench,
images and remembrances blurred except for the wildness of the
mating, finishing with tasting her between her legs making her come
again. Afterwards, she left him and sent him away. Finishing the
recounting, Eleron watched his woman's face carefully.
Rashena removed her hand from the necklace and sighed softly,
"Love, it wasn't a dream." and when he opened his mouth to protest,
she said, "I smelled the incense you spoke of last night."
"That can't be..." he said, trailing off as he looked at her,
confusion filling his eyes as she continued.
"How long were you in the valley, love?" she asked him.
"Only an hour or so, I decided to come home earlier than usual."
he replied.
She shook her head, "No. You came back five hours after you
left." and watched as his face registered how the information stunned
him.
Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around his knees as he said, "It
was only a..." then trailed off with an almost sick expression on his
face, "She said I would come to her again if she called." looking up at
Rashena and the two just looked at each other, unspeaking for a long
time.
---
A few days later, she woke to the feel of him shifting on the bed next
to her, then felt him swinging his legs off the side to stand. Sleepily,
she turned over with a murmur, "Love?" and opened her eyes to see
him walking towards the door without acknowledging her query.
"Eleron?" she said again, as she began to get out of the bed with her
lips beginning to frame a concerned frown. Following him out of the
room, reaching out to take his shoulder with her hand, she froze as
she saw something in her lair that wasn't supposed to be there.
Pure black, almost soaking up the light of the dying fire in the
hearth, a door sized portal of some kind stood in the center of the
room. Eleron walked straight towards it, and before she could reach
him to pull him back, he had stepped through and vanished. Without
thinking, she stepped through quickly and found herself somewhere
else.
The garden was cool, stars shining down from the velvet black
sky. Pure white and black flowers were scattered throughout the
pleasantly humid garden. So caught in her disorientation, she was
shocked at the low chuckle she heard, and then the husky voice
saying, "It appears I've received more than I expected. So much the
better."
Turning quickly, Rashena saw Eleron standing quietly in front of a
tall, striking woman. Like the flowers, she at first seemed an
impression only of stark white against black. Once the initial shock
was over, Rashena could see more clearly the smooth white skin of
the woman's face and limbs. The hair that cascaded down her
shoulders and back was pure black, matching the color of her eyes
and the loose robe she was wearing. The only splash of color in the
woman was her mouth, full, red lips that were turned up in a satisfied
smirk as she walked past Eleron, seemingly ignoring him until one
hand lifted, brushing slender fingers against his shoulder.
This simple motion recalled for Rashena what Eleron had related
to her a few days ago and only with effort did she manage to stay still
and keep her hands from clenching. Something in her eyes betrayed
her though as the other woman tilted her head with another chuckle.
"So you're his mate?" she said as she walked closer, letting her eyes
travel over Rashena's body. With a shock, Rashena realized she
was naked, not even having thought to throw her robe on. The frank
appraisal brought a slight flush to her face, but she managed to stay
still as she asked the approaching woman, "What do you want?"
Even though the raven haired woman laugh again, none of it
reached her eyes which bore into Rashena's. "Why, nothing at all.
Except pleasure. And your man brought me a great deal of it
recently," she said, tongue flicking out to lick her lips as she stopped
a few feet away.
Rashena could feel her whole body stiffen with the desire to attack
the other woman but managed to instead say with much more
confidence than she felt, "If you touch him again, you will die."
Instead of the anger she expected to see in the other woman, she
got a slow, smirking smile. "Oh I will? By your hand?" and she turned
again, walking back towards Eleron. Rashena tried to go after her but
found she was frozen in place, and could only watch with anger and
sickness as the woman trailed one hand slowly down Eleron's chest,
causing him to moan slightly.
"Bitch.." she hissed, "What have you done to him?"
Pausing her hand on the muscles of Eleron's lower belly, just
above the rising hardness, the woman looked over her shoulder at
Rashena, "I've done nothing at all, except make him think this is a
dream, a very pleasant one."
Rashena tried to break the invisible bonds again as she saw the
slender fingers glide downwards over her mate's hardened flesh in a
light touch and heard the answering gasp of pleasure escape his
mouth. Realizing she would be unable to escape, she managed to
keep her voice even, although she was trembling inside, "I'll give you
anything you want if you leave him be."
Curling fingers closed around Eleron's shaft, thumb idly caressing
as the woman smiled again, slowly. "Oh, I don't think so. I want this
inside me, you see. And it will be, very soon. But I have an offer for
you." Before Rashena could respond, the woman continued, "I want
you to stay, and let yourself be caught in the same spell he is. I won't
place it on you unless you ask." She licked her lips again slowly, "I
promise you, you'll enjoy it."
Rashena would have been frozen in place even without the bonds,
and finally managed to get out, "What makes you think I would agree
to that?"
The woman's face hardened slightly, "Because, if you do not, I will
send you back to your home, and keep Eleron here until I tire of him."
Then she added, with a low chuckle, "And I doubt I will grow tired of
him in your lifetime. You do not know where this is, and no one has
ever found it unless I let them. It is your choice."
Once more, Rashena tried to sound sure of herself, "I have people
all over this world. I can find you and when I..." and cut off at the
laugh that came from the woman, her heart freezing at the next words
that came from her.
"What makes you think you're even still on the world you came
from? Even if you were, would you take the chance of leaving him to
me, for however short a time?" and she gave a slight, hard tug with
her hand, causing another gasp from Eleron, not of pleasure this
time, but of discomfort. "If I wanted, I could erase all memory of you
from his mind in an instant, so even if you found him again, he would
be completely devoted to me and not even remember you." Her
expression turned cold, "Oh.. One more thing. Before sending you
home if you decline my offer, I will take him in front of you, and the
last you will see and hear of him is his face as he comes inside me,
calling out my name." Her voice turned pleasant again, as if having
been talking to an old friend, "Choose now."
Rashena's mind was spinning, unable to form any clear thoughts
except the fear of never seeing Eleron again. Almost without thought
she whispered, "I'll do it. I'll accept the spell."
She saw the other woman's lips part almost in slow motion,
moistened by another flick of her tongue, and then felt the bonds
around her release. At the same time, everything changed. She was
still in the same place, but she wondered how she could have felt
fearful and angry towards this woman. She promised a night of
pleasure that she could share with her mate. Her eyes watched the
woman slip the robe from her shoulders, revealing her smooth skin as
the black fabric fell free and pooled at her feet. Rashena's eyes
traveled down over the woman's body, the hourglass curves
highlighted by rose colored nipples cresting generous breasts, and
hips that flared out pleasingly into long, lightly muscled legs.
"Who are you?" she asked the woman, feeling herself becoming
unexpectedly aroused since she'd never looked at another woman in
this way.
The woman walked over towards her again, her hand staying on
Eleron's turgid length, urging him to follow. She stopped close
enough for Rashena to feel the heat of her body, but not quite
touching. "You can call me Corina." she murmured as she leaned
towards Rashena, breath brushing her mouth teasingly, just before
Corina's lips met Rashena's.
All thought vanished in the next few hours of tangles of limbs and
bodies, pleasure and lust. Again, Corina sated herself, casually
dismissing Rashena and Eleron with a 'You will come when I call for
you again."
Back in their lair again, the unfulfilled desire was quenched in
each other's passion, and lying together on the bed, bodies entwined,
Rashena lazily asked her lover, "When do you think she'll call us
again?"
THE END