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Iana and Wana (MFF, affair)
by Edward Stauff
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After a lengthy and not altogether boring apprenticeship, I
chose to travel the Great Route, as most of you did when first you
could stand and answer to the name "minstrel", in order to see
something of what the world had to offer for such a talented young
man as myself. I had traveled this route from Padya to Sintiria to
Amia to Militilva and back to Padya again for some two years (or
was it perhaps three?) before settling down, for as long as my
interest might last, in the highlands of southern Tierma, running
messages and gossip up and down the foothills of the Zannick
Mountains. I had been there not three months before word came to my
ears (ever attuned are they to such news) of a certain young nymph
who lived near Sil, and what I heard was more than enough to
thoroughly whet my appetite for some firsthand knowledge.
The next time I passed through Sil, after a period of waiting
which narrowly escaped exceeding the limits of my patience, I
discovered, with very little difficulty, where I could find the
maid for whom I sought. She lived in a little inn built of stone,
halfway up a hill to the west of Sil, which was kept by her father,
her sister, and herself. When first my eyes bathed in her vision
(ah, with what cruelness that moment ended!), I resolved to spend
the night there, and not without companionship, if her young heart,
or at least her passion, could be swayed.
Her name was Iana. Her sister's name was Wana, and they were
twins, but not, I regretted most painfully, of even remotely equal
beauty. Their feet, which they wore naked in the warmer seasons,
seemed never to have known shoes; to cramp such lovely, graceful
feet in clogs or boots would have seemed a sacrilege. Their legs
were slender and well muscled and, like their feet, slightly
browned by the sun. When presented with a view of their backs, I
could perceive, beneath each skirt, generous swells that suggested
pumpkins. When they turned about, my eyes wandered among four small
mountain peaks which I longed to climb and explore. But above their
shoulders, fate had dealt its cards most unfairly. Iana's face was
pretty, although not extraordinarily so, with small ears, brown
eyes which sparkled when the light struck them, and light brown
hair that hung, as straight as water falls, down to her shoulders.
But Wana's face was ugly, with large, misshapen ears, gray lifeless
eyes that seemed to have been filled with mud from a river bank,
and thin, stringy hair cut in a mockery of her sister's. I must
confess that I might have passed the night with Wana, out of
compassion for the unfortunate maiden (for surely, I thought, she
must be a maiden), were it not for the availability of far more
comely game.
To cut straight to the heart of the situation, and spare you the
lengthy conversation with which I swayed the fair Iana to my will,
she agreed to receive me in her room when the moon had set. Ah, the
impatience with which I watched that fat crescent descend behind
the hills! When there was but a sliver left to view, it seemed to
hang their for hours, mocking me, before the last silvery tip
disappeared. At last I made my way to the door beyond which lay the
subject of my desire. As I pushed it open slowly, the light from my
candle cast an ever-widening wedge of light on the foot-smoothed
wooden floor, an arrow which pierced the shadows and pointed the
way to my delight. As it touched the foot of the bed, before it
could illuminate what lay therein, she called in a whisper, "Put
out the candle, and come to me." Hesitating nary an instant, I did
as she bade me, closing the heavy oaken door behind me. There was a
window next to the bed, but with the moon gone the stars cast only
enough light to reveal the dark shadows of the bed and something
moving upon it. Letting my robe flow silently off my back onto the
floor, I felt my way beneath the heavy blanket which shielded
Iana's body from the evening's chill.
When her naked body pressed against mine, her skin felt like the
smoothest silk compared with the coarseness of the blanket. Her hot
breath tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own. My tongue
bathed her lips, then ran along her teeth, then slipped between
them to find her tongue which, far from being reticent, fought
gently with mine, now forcing its way into my mouth, now
withdrawing. My hand, while this oral battle was being waged which
could only end with both of us the victor, had run its course from
her shoulder down to her breast, a swell of flesh so soft and
yielding that it felt almost liquid, then on to her hip and down
her leg to her slightly bent knee, then up the inside of the same
leg, proceeding ever more slowly. As I felt the warmth from the
junction of her thighs waft against my hand, her leg retreated from
my fingers, widening the path to the capital of her passion. At
last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I moved my palm
onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she drew. My
longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill split
apart to admit it. Her heated burrow hungrily accepted my finger
and bathed it with a sticky balm; she sighed against my teeth as
her arms reached out to pull me on top of her. Rather than deny a
lady's request, albeit unspoken, I withdrew my hand and replaced it
with my own loins. Her hand moved down to grasp my chief
contribution to our mutual pleasure, and stroked the throbbing
shaft for a few precious moments before guiding it to the humid
cave which my fingers had so recently and so reluctantly abandoned.
So wet was she, and so yielding, that I nearly buried myself
altogether on the first stroke, and then did so completely on the
second. Iana let a moan escape her lips, and I must confess that I
returned in kind. Her cavern was rather loose around me (and I must
tell you in all candor, if not modesty, that I am not undersized in
that respect), but on the third sweet thrust her nether mouth
closed tightly about me, and had it teeth, I swear she would have
made a eunuch of me! I cannot adequately describe the ecstasy I
shared with her that night, her sheath grasping now so delicately
that we seemed barely to touch, now so tight that I even reached
down with my hand to prove to myself that it was indeed the larger
of her two crevices into which I bore. I caused her to expire twice
before I could put off my own crisis no longer. When she felt the
end approaching, she pushed urgently on my shoulders and whispered,
"Here love, in my mouth." With much reluctance, and more than a
little frustration, I withdrew, upon which she pushed me upright
with a strength that surprised me and, like a striking snake,
snapped her head down and swallowed my enraged organ before the
first drop could be lost. I thrust my hips against her head, unable
to control my orgasm, ignoring in my lust the danger of choking the
poor girl. But she gulped it all down, right to the roots, her
tongue stroking the entire length of it, and she gripped my
buttocks fiercely as I pumped my milk down her throat. Then slowly,
a finger's breadth at a time, she drew her head away, coaxing out
the last drops that remained. My flesh passed her lips at last with
a faint pop and she lay back, pulling me down atop her panting
chest. Before I grew limp I slid back into the softness of her
womanhood, and there I fell asleep as her inner hand squeezed and
released, squeezed and released.
When I awoke, Iana was gone. Disappointed at not finding her
beside me, and at not having a second chance to make love with her,
I arose and dressed, and then went to find her. But alas, the wind
of fate turned ill, for she and her sister had left at dawn to
attend to some business of their father's in Sil, and I left
without bidding Iana farewell. That would be the end of my tale,
had I not met up with another minstrel who left the inn at the same
time as I. His path paralleled mine for a while, and we exchanged
stories of our entertainment's of the previous night. By chance I
told my tale first, the one which I have just related to you. More
than once my fellow traveler seemed as if he would interrupt me,
and his face wrinkled first in confusion and later in amusement,
but never spoke until I had finished my tale and he commenced his
own. Now, my friends, imagine, if you can, my consternation upon
hearing that my companion, too, had kept a rendezvous with Iana
that same night, right at moonset.