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AIMEE'                                                           Chapter II
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     Darynn had sworn decades earlier that he would always consider his 
life a lesson and himself a student.  And although his opportunities to 
experiment with the opposite sex numbered beyond his counting he had never 
once actually paid any attention to them or their needs.  Thomorr had made 
him a man of men, in a world of their own without want or need of women.

     Aimee' changed that.  She had occupied his thoughts for the entire 
week, from the previous Gayobi to the present.  In that time he had done a 
little asking around, and had learned some things about Teltirray's tastes 
that bothered him.  According to his friend Bethsany, the mistress of the 
local brothel, Teltirray had become more violent in the last decade, 
althought she had as little idea why as Darynn did.  He found himself 
hoping that Teltirray's violence didn't extend to Aimee' and that he 
wouldn't hurt her in the days between her lessons.  As the hour approached 
he found himself rubbing his hands together before the fire and assembling 
his story for the evening in his mind.

     The knock came at the door none too soon.  "Come in," he said, 
attempting to make his voice behave in a manner befitting an archmage.  
Inside, a corner of his spirit laughed at him; surely he did no better than 
any poor boy at his first occasion with a woman!  And he, nigh unto a 
century old!

     The door opened and Aimee' entered.  "I have come for my second 
lesson, sir, with your permission."

     "You have it.  No, not the stool again.  Come, here, sit by me before 
the fire."  Nervously the girl crossed the flagstone-and-mortar floor and 
then his precious white yeti-fur rug, the lesser of two prizes he had won 
from a battle with such a creature destroying many town to the Northeast.  
He smiled, remembering the greater prize; a boy named Darrick.

     "Settle yourself against those blue pillows.  Right."  She sat down, 
her body trembling slightly.  He looked her over; bruises adorned both of 
her arms and one smaller stood out even against the reddish skin of her 
chin.  Darynn winced and determined further to teach her the arts of self-
preservation and defense as well as those of pleasure.

     "If you ever have need to speak, Aimee, do so freely.  Now, tonight I 
shall tell you my second story and you will do something for me.  You will 
remove your clothing."

     She reached for her tunic instantly.  "Wait," he said.  "I did not 
tell you to remove your clothes.  I said you will remove your clothes.  I 
shall not tell you when."

     "Then how will I know when to do so?"

     "Aimee', I said you may speak freely, but you will adress me as 
'sir.'"

     "Yes, sir.  How will I know when to remove my... my clothes?"

     "When you feel ready, Aimee', to take off an article of clothing, I 
want you to.  But not before then."

     Confusion crossed her face as Darynn knew it would.  Nobody ever gave 
slaves the right to address their own feelings.  Instead, slaves behaved as 
ordered and came to hear every whim of a superior as an order.  By 
permitting her access to her own simple desires, Darynn hoped she would 
unwittingly open herself to her deeper emotions.  Sometimes boys in his 
service cried for hours when he did this, and afterwards the passion from 
them exceeded even Darynn's fading memory of his for Thomorr.  He lived for 
those moments.

     But did a woman have those same feelings and same methods of bottling 
them up and controlling them?  Darynn wanted to find out.

     "Y... yes, sir."

     "Now then, I shall tell you another tale.  This one comes from my 
learning amidst the Megass, and of one special Megassi named Ryuchia."


     In my twentieth year Thomorr called me an adult, told me he had no 
more to teach me, and bade me go into the world to find my future.  I had 
no wish to leave, Aimee', for I loved him.  Not just physically, although 
certainly that phrasing-- "I loved him"-- had certainly come true by then.

     I cried piteously.  I wept for myself and I had learned to weep for 
him, Aimee', because Satyrs have nothing but themselves and their passions.  
Thomorr allowed himself no past, no future, nothing but the immediacies of 
his present pleasures.  And although I wished to stay in that Satyric haze 
for all of my existence, I knew that he and I did not belong to the same 
worlds.  I needed to seek my destiny elsewhere.

     He gave me money.  I gave most of it to my parents to help them over 
my disappearance.  I even had a younger brother by then.  I left them in 
the worst way possible, I think.  I stole out of the house one night 
leaving only the money and a note.  I think by that time father suspected 
something about my relationship with Thomorr, although he never said a word 
and I think he trusted my wisdom.

     I will not bore you with the details of the travel, Aimee'.  Thomorr 
sent me on a path into the mountains in search of a city the Megassi called 
Hakkana and a Megass named Desa.

     I knew little of the Megassi except for legends, Aimee'.  I knew that 
they had grown from the ranks of Dragonkind by virtue of their intelligence 
and their capacity for magic, and I knew that even satyrs spoke in warm, 
awestruck whispers at the magic they achieved through the exercise of their 
honest lusts.


     "Master?" she interrupted him.

     "Yes, Aimee?"

     "May I remove my boots, sir?"

     "Aimee, I told you that you may remove your boots when you feel the 
time has come for you to remove your boots, and such with the rest of your 
clothes.  You do not need to ask me.  If you never feel that time tonight, 
I understand.  I do not want to make any such demand of you.  Understand?"

     "I... I think so.  Please, sir, do not let me interrupt your story."


     As I approached Hakkana I sometimes saw Megassi circling between peaks 
in the mountains.  The road I walked led through those mountains and, 
according to one scrawled sign I passed, across a pass that had claimed the 
lives of over a dozen men.  The sign, too, warned of Dragons in those 
mountains, but I rationed that I had survived capture and rape and even the 
love of a satyr.  A Dragon could do no worse.

     I camped in the hills the day before, and come morning began my ascent 
for the pass.  I hoped that the Dragons would find me before then.  And 
find me they did.  Two swooped down from the high places in the mountains, 
flying over me in great, sweeping passes.  Red-scaled and massive, their 
wings beat the air as they flew past and the wind they kicked up blew into 
my eyes and stung with fierce pain.  I had learned magic to alleviate that 
pain and so use it, giving myself a chance to stand and examine my 
examiners.

     [Who are you ?] the first one demanded, his voice shouting in my head 
like a great storm.

     "I call myself Darynn, as my father named me!  Thomorr, Lord of the 
Satyrs of Daber Wood has sent me to meet with Desa Megass of Hakkana."

     [You have a great many friends,] the one spoke again.  [You may pass 
unharmed and without tribute unto the gates of our city.  But if you have 
lied, your suffering will amuse us for days.]

     Speaking honestly, I had hoped for a ride.  But Dragons do not have 
kindness as we know it, Aimee.'  Ah, I see you smile at my little joke.  
And your boots have walked away on their own.  Good.

     I walked for the day and through the night and near dawn I found the 
gates of the great city of Hakkana.  I slept there at the base of those 
monstrous gates.

     A pain in my leg awakened me hours later.  "You," the voice said.  I 
looked up into the face of the first landed Megass I had ever met.  The 
young of the Megass perform the city duties for their elders, and this one, 
barely nine feet long and still unencumbered enough to have full use of his 
forearms, apparently served as a guard.  

     "I... my apologies, my lord Megass.  I have come seeking an audience 
with Desa Megass."

     The Dragon turned his head to me and I saw him smile.  "You know 
interesting friends if you know of Desa Megass.  Very well, we will show 
you the way to Desa Megass, young mage."

     He led me past the gates and into the city of Hakkana.  City?  No, 
Hakkana covered an entire plain with its construction.  The great beauty of 
vaulted marble only served to introduce the marvels of engineering that 
surrounded me. 

     The plain apparently sat like an elevated valley surrounded by 
mountains.

     Most people know only rumors of the growth cycle of the Megassi, but 
it's relatively easy to understand.  Aimee', have you ever watched a  
caterpillar turn into butterfly?  You know of the sleeping process 
caterpillars undergo?  The Megassi have the same sort of growth, Aimee', 
only their caterpillar shape resembles our shape, human.  Or elven, I 
suppose.  They built the central city of Hakkana for that shape; they spend 
the first fifty years of life shaped in our way.  These young  administer 
the city as it relates to the world; they perform the roles of merchant and 
agent to the adult Megassi.  

     Somewhere in their fifth or, perhaps, late sixth decade, they begin to 
undergo the great change.  They do not sleep though the change, Aimee'; 
every day they awake knowing that they have begun to change their shape, 
begun to change into Dragonkind.  Many move awkwardly at this time; They 
have no reason to learn to live with a shape that will not feel the same 
tomorrow as it does today.  My guard, apparently, had some control of his 
faculties.  He spoke well, and he moved without clumsiness.

     As I said, the central city is built for the young who are shaped as 
Men, but beyond that the buildings grow ever larger and more impressive, 
housing as they do the various centuries of of the Megassi Dragons.  The 
architecture is utterly alien; the homes on the plain look as if they were 
grown, or like bubbles on the water, but made from a stone the color of 
which pleases the owner.  The most common color is white, although some are 
red, black, green, or yellow.  The mountains that surround the plain are 
riddled with cave in which sleep the Great Elders.  Very few live that old; 
most succumb to disease, or madness.  Some to spiritual decay that leaves 
them lifeless and suicidal.

     I was surprised that the guard led me to the central city.  I had 
expected Desa Megass to be an elder Dragon, and I inquired of it.  "He is," 
the guard replied.  "But you are to be taken to the center to meet him."

     The great city of domes passed as we walked, and the houses began to 
take on more familiar shapes.  I saw Megassi young going about their 
businesses, cleaning windows and fixing roofs.  They waved pleasantly as  
we walked; they are not a mysterious people, not the young.  They are as 
easily understood as you and I.

     The guard led me to a circular building, a squat cylinder topped with 
a cone roof.  The door was made of wood and not large enough to admit him.  
He knocked.  A Megass youth answered the door.  "What may I do for you, 
sir?"

     "This human claims to know of Desa Megass and would like entry."

     The youth looked at me, and I examined him in return.  His skin seemed 
pliant, but it still looked as a snake's: covered in fine scales and tinted 
with a greenish hue.  His yellow eyes had vertical slits, much like a 
cat's, and they sat in shallow, reflective pools that regarded me 
carefully.  "Yes, I know of him as well," he said finally.  "Admit him.  I 
thank you, elder sir, for your kindness."

     "May your change await you with pleasure," the guard said, leaving me 
standing outside the door.

     "Come in, come in," the Megass said.  "Sit down.  I am Kirustan.  Desa 
will join us in a moment."

     I found a seat and examined the room.  It seemed as any common home, 
although perhaps a little better aired than my own.  The construction was 
as solid as any Castle, a privilege of its origin.  The  chairs were 
likewise made of stone, and I knew that it would take all my thew just to 
move one a few inches.

     In the floor there was set a circular staircase leading downwards into 
the very rock.  From here I heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and I 
shall never forget what walked up from that place.  It was shaped as human, 
but it was of no human origin.  The body reflected light as if made of 
polished silver.  It had no imperfections; indeed in places it looked too 
perfect, gleaming and smooth.  Its eyes shone with a strange yellow light.  
The ears looked elven, wide at the base and pointed towards the top.  As it 
regarded me it smiled, the silver flowing like it was quickened.  "Darryn."

     "You... you know me?"

     "Indeed I do," the creature replied.  "I am Desa Megass, or at least, 
what you will see of me."  It chuckled deeply.  "In good truth, I sleep 
many miles from here.  My spirit houses this form while the other sleeps.  
In here, I cannot do magic, but that is no matter.  I find the world of the 
children exciting, and the beauty and song I hear here I weave into the 
waking magics of my Dragonself."  It picked up a stone chair like a feather 
and placed it down before me, then sat down and joined me.  "Now then, 
Darryn, tell me what brings you here."

     I told him, Aimee'.  I told him everything.  Of my hopeless love for 
the Satyr Thomorr, of the magics he had taught me, of his sending me here.  
The tale took over two hours.  When I was done, Desa nodded.  "You are what 
I have been looking for, and I am in Thomorr's debt for the gift he has 
sent me."

     "Gift?"

     "Yes," Desa nodded.  "Although I cannot do magic in this shape, 
Darryn, I can still teach it.  I can still guide students who need 
learning.  I have a... a failure, I fear.  Perhaps you can help me change 
that."

     "Sir?"

     "Quiet, Darryn.  You are my apprentice now."

     I thrilled to hear that, Aimee', to be told by this magical being that 
it had accepted me as an apprentice.  I glanced to the window where  
Kirustan leaned, casually.  He grinned at me, as if amused.  I wondered 
what his role' was in Desa's existence, and if I was staking a claim to 
something he felt he already possessed.  Nevertheless, he seemed earnestly 
pleased to hear of my acceptance.

     "Yes, sir."

     "I have several apprentices, Darryn.  You are to... Kirustan, leave 
us."

     "Immediately, sir," the young Megass said, taking his leave by the 
same staircase Desa had arisen from.

     "I am sorry; I do not know of your comfort or concern being a lover of 
men and things male, Darryn, and I did not want to embarass you in front of 
my other young apprentice.  I should have dismissed him before you told 
your tale."

     "It is the past, sir, that tale.  I am not ashamed of what I am."

     "Good," he said.  "Because it is, in part, what you are that makes you 
so valuable to me.  I have an apprentice that I took while he was still in 
Manform, thirty years ago.  He learned quickly, as I promise you, you will.  
His name is Ryuchitoran.  I fear he has not long to live.

     "Ryu, as I call him, was born with two problems.  I have trouble 
deciding some days which makes his life more unbearable.  The first is that 
he, like you, strongly prefers his own sex to that of the other.  This 
happens from time to time; often there are enough of that kind to keep each 
other happy, and they are of no trouble to the rest of us.  At mating time, 
even with reluctance most of them perform admirably, and the females among 
them I suppose hold their noses and wait for it to be over; the bodily joy 
of bearing eggs is something even they admit to liking, even if they 
dislike the process required to get there.

     "But Ryu has a second, more troubling problem.  After his change, it 
became obvious.  Ryu is a runt."

     "Sir?"

     "Ryu is growing very slowly.  At the present he is only twelve feet 
long, and four of that is his tail.  But this is not a midform, Darryn; Ryu 
is all Dragon at this point.  But he sleeps with the daily fitfulness of a 
youth and he grows but slowly, if at all."  Desa fell momentarily silent, 
thinking.  "My newer apprentices frequently learn the physical basics from 
their elder peers.  Ryuchitoran is one of my eldest students, and you will 
be his first.  One of the things every sorcerer must learn is how to teach, 
to pass on what he knows.  It's time Ryu learned a skill he will need in 
his old age, even if he doesn't expect to get there.

     "But in the process, young Darryn, you must do something else.  If 
Thomorr did not lie about the size of his manhood, you will not find 
Ryuchia threatening.  Few, if any, of the older Dragons among his kind show 
any interest in him; he is too small, and frequently too depressed.  I ask 
that you volunteer for this, Darryn... seduce him.  Give him someone to 
feel lust for.  You will have the tools, and the skills of sexual magic 
that Thomorr has given you tell me that you are the best person to do so.  
I will visit you often to give you guidance in your studies.  I encourage 
you to seek your power in the pleasures of your body."  The silver grinned 
again.  "Encourage Ryuchia to assist you."

     He was asking me to become the friend and lover of someone who, as he 
admitted, was a dark and depressing soul.  But a Dragon soul, nonetheless.  
And I had come to Hakkanah to learn from him, so I supposed that would be 
the price I would bear.  Not that I was completely against his plan, 
Aimee', for it had been several months since I had loved, or even touched, 
another, and I think my youthful manhood got the better of me.  I agreed on 
the spot, a bit overwhelmed by lustful images of myself entwined with a 
Dragon.

     "Do you accept?"

     I spoke immediately, anxious to move forward.  "Sir, I do."

     He nodded.  "Excellent.  Come with me, and I will introduce you to 
your new teacher."  He stood and led me out into the street.

     As he led me out amidst the youthful construction, I marveled at the 
sights surrounding me.  The city was huge, Aimee', indescribable.  I have 
seen only one city this large since then, Aimee, and that is Arisanti.  
Yes, I have been there.

     The low domes and bubbles that were the Megassi homes cast shadows on 
one another, and I was to learn that arguments about who possesed the right 
to another's heat were vocal and common.  Although the circle wherein the 
young abounded in trees and bushes, beyond was only plain red stone upon 
which their marvelous houses were built.

     "This is his," Desa announced, pointing to a dome immediately to our 
right.  As large as others nearby, it was the brown of a duck's egg, and it 
glistened with the sunlight.  Desa led me around.  "The door is at an angle 
to the regular direction of the wind.  In that way, a Dragon may leave his 
home open and not have wind blow about inside, but may step out and take 
wing instantly."  We came to a seam in the side of the dome, a seam that 
ran up many feet out of sight.  He knocked.

     I know not the construction of the Megassi doors, but I would like to 
know.  Like the wings of a beetle, the doors spread open, making barely a 
sound as they did so.  "Inside," Desa said.

     The smell inside had a slightly stale taste to it.  Desa looked at me 
curiously.  "Describe it."

     "Sir?"

     "The smell.  It's foremost in your expression, young human.  Describe 
it to me."

     I did, including the stale taste and an odd, burning smell, like old 
rope set ablaze.  He nodded.  "Ryu has not been keeping his house in 
order."  He cupped his mouth with his hands as if to amplify his voice, and 
shouted "Ryuchitoran!"

     "Master!"  As my eyes adjusted from the blazing sun outside to the 
darker interior, I began to see details.  The center of the house rose many 
feet above my head.  Along the interior walls platforms circled at regular 
intervals, providing many landing spaces for a creature used to life 
airborne.  A bright circle of light landed on the stone floor of the dome, 
indicating an opening at the center of the dome where Dragons could enter 
while airborne.  From the opposite side of the dome, two rings up, a Dragon 
shuffled to the edge, gripped a cylindrical brass railing and launched 
himself into the air.  His wings spread wide and he floated down to the 
central floor.  "I am at your service."

     "That is good, Ryu, because my request of you is very difficult.  I 
have an apprentice that I wish you to train."

     "Me?  Sir..."  I examined Ryuchitoran closely.  He was as Desa had 
described him; a fully-formed Dragon, but only eight feet in height.  His 
scales appeared soft and supple, white tinged lightly with green, much like 
I had described Kirustan.  His body was wide in the middle, and his wings 
spread out at least as long as his body in each direction.  On his tail the 
fans that helped control his flight opened and closed reflexively.  His 
face expressed every feeling, and even I could read them.

     "Yes, Ryu."

     "When do I meet him, sir?"

     Desa's silvered shape turned to me.  "Ryuchitoran, this is your junior 
apprentice, Darryn.  Darryn, this is Ryuchitoran."

     "A human?"  I was concerned that Ryuchitoran would view me with 
disdain, but instead he seemed earnestly pleased to have me as his 
apprentice.  "Wonderful!  But please don't call me Ryuchitoran.  All those 
syllables get in the way.  Ryu is fine."

     "Ryu, then," I said, laughing.  He was certainly not what I had 
expected.  "It's still Darynn."

     "Of course it is!"  Ryu returned to his teacher and said, "What are  
my duties, sir?"

     "We have provisions for him, Ryu.  He needs lodging, however, and 
ocassionally a translator.  He will be learning the basics from us, 
although I believe he has a broad knowledge already."

     Ryu looked at me.  "How long have you been studying?"

     "Three years."

     "Can you fly?"

     "A... A little," I admitted.  "I need practice."

     "Then your first lesson will be about sleeping," Desa said.  "Ryu, you 
know where to lodge him."

     "Indeed I do," Ryuchia said.  "There are six rings to my home, 
counting the floor, and you will sleep on the second."  I breathed a sigh 
of relief; the second ring did not seem so far away.  Ryu smiled, showing 
his teeth, a sight which I admit frightened me somewhat.  "We Dragons are 
of the air, and we do not measure our homes the way you do."  I realized 
his meaning and my gaze moved up to look at the two rings all the way at 
the top of the dome.  Ryu followed my gaze and nodded.  "Exactly."

     "I... I can't make it all the way up there."

     "Of course you can," Desa said.  "Even I can see that.  Ryu, I leave 
you with your apprentice and his devices.  Darynn, take care.  I will see 
to you in two days.  In the meantime, take your learning from Ryu."

     Ryu spread his winds and kicked into the air, circling around his home 
until he reached the second ring.  "Come on, Darynn.  Join me."

     I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, and remembered what Thomorr had 
taught me about flying.  I leaned my head back and opened my eyes.  My 
destination grew closer, and I began to feel the great drag of the ground 
as I moved further and further away from it.  The ground is jealous of the 
bodies that rise from its dust, Aimee', and is not so giving when I wanted 
to leave it.

     But as the railing grew closer the lift grew easier.  I reached out 
for the brass rail that was apparently a fixture of each level.  On 
beautiful metal supports it hung away from the wall, just above the level 
of the floor, giving Dragons something to hold.  

     I climbed over the railing and sat down on the stone of the ring 
before realizing that I had not removed my pack.  I had managed to fly 
maybe five dozens of feet with at least fifty pounds extra on my back.  I 
felt good.  "Is it the air?"

     "It is you!" Ryu said, laughing.  "You looks so stunned, Darynn.  In 
any event, this was once my home, when I was was a youth and so had a 
youth's bed.  My master, who used to live in this dome, moved far away, and 
I inherited it from him."

     It had a bed, although when I pulled the top sheet up dust flew, 
making me cough.  "Sorry," Ryu said.  "I haven't had time to really clean 
this place the way it should."

     "I'll manage.  Where might I find a broom?"

     "Fourth ring," Ryu replied, grinning.  "Over there."  He gestured with 
a wing, and a beam of light shot from a wingtip to indicate the broom.

     I surprised myself again by retreiving the broom and returning to the 
second ring, although by that time I was worn out and quite sure that I was 
done with flying for the day.  "What brings you to Hakkana, Darynn?"

     "I was sent to find Desa at the request of my former master, who had 
taught me all he could."

     Ryu's head tilted slightly, as if confused.  "You sound sad when you 
say that."

     "Do I?" I asked.  "I was not measuring my love for him on the basis of 
his teaching.  His sending me away hurt a great deal.  Moreso than that I 
left my parents, for they would not understand the son he returned to 
them."

     "What is your teaching, then?"

     I tried to think of a big word for what I was, something ostentatious.  
But I could not, and eventually I told the truth.  "Sex magic."

     Ryu didn't laugh at me like I expected.  No, he took me quite 
seriously.  "I thought that was difficult for male humans to learn.  Not 
enough partners to practice with or something."

     "It can be," I said.  "There are exceptions."

     Ryu nodded and didn't press the matter.  "I'll leave you to clean up 
your room.  If you desire privacy, there are sheets that can be hung from 
the hangers that ring this room and the next.  I used the next for ritual 
reaches."

     I nodded.  "Thank you."

     "Thank you for being welcome in my home," Ryu said earnestly.  "I'll 
check on you in a while."  He stepped off the edge of the ring and 
vanished, apparently dropping like a stone.  But I heard a soft 'thwap' of 
his wing as he landed on the ring where he slept.


     Days and weeks passed by like flashes, Aimee'.  I cannot describe the 
next six months because they are entirely a blur.  My skill as a metalsmith 
garnered me much respect, and Desa suggested I direct at least some of my 
magical skill in that direction as well.  It was probably the most 
propitious decision I ever made, because the resulting  tools I constructed 
out of alloys of silver and steel accelerated the outpouring of power I 
could achieve in short times.  My nature became more obvious as I crafted 
my staff, tipped as it was with obvious phallicism.  More importantly, the 
actual working spindles and dildos, made of various alchemical woods, 
enabled me to reach heights I had never thought possible.

     The only aspect of this I have any pride in, however, is my sense.  I 
did not, I don't believe, ever ascribe to more power for evil reasons.  My 
desires were pure.  I wanted to be a mage; I wanted to be the best.  More 
than once I had an opportunity to grow faster, but at the expense of either 
Ryuchitoran or Kirustan, and those I would not do.

--
"Aimee', Chapter 2"
Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.  This story may be 
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