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Subject: Journal Entry 123 / 0320 [ Oenone ]
Date: 26 Feb 1996 13:18:41 GMT
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Anar, Narnya 2, 0320
The date was Nenime' 11, and that meant I had a promise to
keep. Not the kind of promise I'd begrudge, but certainly a
responsibility I didn't particularly enjoy having just because I
don't like responsibility.
But I awoke early and checked the weather to make sure that at
least the morning promised to be warm and sunny, which it
thankfully would. I smiled and, trying desperately not to awaken
P'nyssa, stuffed the gear I'd want for the day into a waterproof
bag. I made my way to the roof and leapt down the controlled-G
slide to the lagoon sands, then out to the beach. Off shore about
half-a-kilometer away was the Succubus, my sailboat. I looked
through the glasses at her to make sure that there wasn't anything
visibly wrong with her from here, threw the bag around my shoulders
and dove into the calm ocean. The swim was hardly difficult; the
bag was mostly buoyant and I'm in reasonably good shape. I reached
her and swam between the center and starboard hulls to the back
where the ladder was dropped. As I swam I checked for barnacles
and rot (Okay, they're technically not barnacles, since all
Pendorian life is diverged from Terran development in the
Pleistocene era; they still smell bad and screw up the dynamics of
boat hulls), and there didn't seem to be much of either. I
clambered up the ladder and onto the rear deck, hauling the bag up
after I had decent footing.
The Succubus seemed to be in working order, and the water and
food stocks were still more than sufficient for the short outing I
was about to take her on. I unwrapped the protective canvas from
the sail and checked the lines. That's when I realized I had
forgotten... Oh, hell, I thought. I ran forward and pulled up the
forward storage compartment. Damn! I had forgotten to bring the
new jib in, all I had were these two jibs from previous vessels,
one of which was too damned large for this boat, and the other was
far far too small. I swore again. The last time I'd tried to use
these things the weather had been so accursed as to make my life
hell; take one up, change, change, change. I shrugged and decided
to live with the smaller one. So I wouldn't move nearly as fast as
I had hoped to. Until I got that Kilm jib in place I was out of
luck.
I hauled up on the main sail, put the keel in place and lowered
the rudder. Without the jib I slowly maneuvered her to spinward
and to port, trying to avoid the larger reefs surrounding Monastery
Isle.
After putting to open sea, I hauled out my maps and the
inertial compass (what do expect on a ringworld? A sextant? Like
Hell!) and plotted a course for Shipping SDisk S111. There was
naught to do but wait. I tested the wind, decided on the larger
jib, and was mildly pleased to note that it seemed to be sufficient
for the job. I ate nuts and fruit and drank lots of water and sat
under the rudderwell's canopy.
Handling a ten-meter trimaran is a breeze, so long as that's
all you've got for wind. Blessedly, there wasn't any weather
pattern threatening either here or at my destination that would
make my life difficult, and well before dark I arrived at my
destination, as far as I could tell. I set the rudder to full
tilt, latched it down and dropped sails. I waited.
And waited. Night came. Shipping SDisks are cranky things,
and I could wait here for a while, or I could drift out of range.
They can also be subtle. If it weren't for the fact that the
lights changed and the horizon suddenly went down instead of up, I
may not have noticed the change at all.
But it is hard to miss the horizon, and the stars, and the lack
of neighboring daylight regions blazing away in the
million-of-klick distance. When I finally looked up and saw these
things, I jumped to my feet, determined my position (Shipping SDisk
P009) and set sail. On Pandora, directions are more familiar; I
was headed about forty degrees off magnetic north. After a few
hours of gauging my headspeed and distance from the SDisk, I
spotted my target, a small clump of island off in the dark
distance, with a single lantern indicating my eventual landing
spot.
I dropped anchor and slowly went about closing up the Succubus.
This simple daytrip had been short and pleasant, and she had safely
brought me to this different shore, and she would bear me home
again, if I cared for her. I remembered a phrase I had heard a
long time ago- "In Space, like the Sea, your second mistake is the
one that kills you."
I once again stripped down to my shorts and packed my clothes
into the bag; I wandered over her deck one last time to make sure
everything was perfect, then jumped over the side.
The moment I hit the warm ocean water I knew something was up;
there was a definite tug on the bag, and as I clung to it the tug
got stronger, so I gave it up; it vanished into the waves. I began
to swim towards shore and the waves bore me swiftly. When I
clambered out of the simple surf onto the shore I was not surprised
to find my yellow bag waiting for me. I retrieved it and walked up
to the lantern I'd spotted earlier. There was a little yellow note
attached to the tree underneath with a thumbtack. It read in
Centaur, her language of choice, "Ken, if you find this note I'm
still out getting dinner. Make yourself at home. You know the
way. O."
I smiled, and made my way along the path towards the rather
impressive marble structure that was my hostess' home. I found the
doors unlocked and the lanterns lit. The foyer was large and
despite the heat it seemed cold, mostly because of the exposed
white marble. The inner rooms were better prepared, with
tapestries of classic (and not so classic) scenes from her past. I
lay down on a cushioned bench and waited, helping myself to some of
the wine in the meantime.
She wasn't long in arriving. She walked in from the back,
dressed in a flowing purple toga and having perfectly arranged
little flowers in her almost floor-length flowing blonde hair. She
smiled when she saw me, walked a little bit quicker and settled
onto the couch, leaning into me and kissing me, just like she had
last time. "You came," she said.
"Would I miss this?" I asked. "Once in a blue moon you invite
me in to dinner, and I'm going to bow out?"
"You have," she said in an accusational tone.
"Only when it was something you knew I couldn't avoid, Oenone.
And if I let half the people in my life take up two days out of the
year every year I'd never have time for the other half."
She smiled.
"You know," I said, "You could be more sociable."
"No." Her face darkened.
"Why not? What are you afraid of? Look, I know what
happened..."
"You do not know what happened! You do not know what he said,
or how he left, or how long I sat waiting for him to return while
he was off protecting his goddamned city all because of that
bitch!" She seized my wine goblet and threw it across the room.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?"
"How could I forget? For you, Ken, and for everyone, that's
myth, it's unimportant, it happened six thousand years ago! For
me, I was there, it was only a few hundred years, and I was dying
when you came for me, and do you know how surprising that is? Do
you? How many people are there who can time travel, Ken?"
"Enough," I said. Too many, I thought.
"Then why, out of all of them, did you come and save me? I'm a
one liner in an obscure poem!"
"I felt saddened for you. That's no way to treat a goddess."
"Nymph, Ken. The correct word is nymph."
"I'll agree to that. Can't toast to it, though, you threw my
glass away."
"You've been hitting the wine a little early."
"Guilty, as charged," I said. She turned to the winestain
she'd made on far wall and with a simple wiping gesture made it go
away. Then two more glasses came dancing out of the kitchen of
their own volition, filled with wine that just would not spill. I
could do that, too, with AI, biocybe, and gravitics; the fact that
Oenone did it with something far older and more profound than
science still made my mouth dry.
I cured the dryness by sipping wine. "Do we eat, or do I
simply ravish you here?" I asked.
"Men," she said. "Thinking either with their stomachs or their
phalluses."
"Or both."
"Or both," she agreed. "But you're right. I did have dinner
prepared." She rose and walked back into the kitchen, emerging a
few minutes later with cold stone crabs and shrimp and a soup that
was simply the finest meal I'd had in some time.
It took time to crack shells and dig out the meats, so I asked
her "Be calm, sweetheart, and just tell me why you don't come out
that often."
She sighed and said "Because I can't. Because I can't trust
people like I need to to go out. I can't... I can't forget."
"You trust me," I said.
"But you're different. You're like me. Call it science
instead of magic, but you're as much a godling as I am, Shardik.
Together we built the Great Hall, you and me and Rhys and Raine and
Timor. You I can understand, and like I said, I trust you because
you care enough. The proof is in the day, but that kind of proof
isn't as forthcoming from others."
"But with the SDisk network and the science of the day you need
never be alone."
"I don't want to be hurt."
"Being hurt is part of being human."
"I am not human!" she said in a shout that shook the walls and
darkened the lanterns; a shout that threatened to storm the island
and wreck the Succubus. Just as quickly the storm passed.
"No, you're right. Nor is the majority of Pendor. By
population alone the felines take that. But, you are alive."
"Yes, I am alive. In fact, I was the first living thing to
walk on the surface of Pendor without benefit of life support,
before you had put the water in, even. That was not easy, you
know."
"I can imagine. Look, Oenone, you choose not to... fade... the
way you were about to. You chose to go into stasis until year one,
to begin living your life again when life again walked the lands
and people painted song and wrote pretty pictures. Do you know
that there are people out there who've named their children after
you?"
"There are?" She seemed honestly impressed.
"Yep. In fact, I'm willing to bet some of them are even human.
You could walk around and nobody would know who you were. You just
need never claim to be 'the Oenone.' Besides, there are quite a
number of 'Kens' and 'Pauls' and 'Carrolls' on Pendor, too, and
nobody asks if they're really the Shardiks." It was happening
again. I could feel the simple pull towards her, the desire to bed
this woman, this goddess in the ancient sense that Terrans could
feel in their bones as she walked by. I knew exactly who the two
people she like to collectively refer to as "That Bitch and Her
Bastard" were, and personally, they got the short end of the stick.
"Oenone?" I said, quietly.
"Hmm?" she said, looking up brightly.
"I love you."
"I know, and you can't help it, either." She giggled. "But
I'm glad it's you, Ken."
"Me too," I said, leaning over to kiss her. She leaned over
the table and kissed me back, her lips soft and warm on mine and
then she opened her mouth and her tongue flowed into mine, hot and
wonderful.
We rose from the table and she escorted me back to the stairs
which led down to her bedroom. The ocean lapped at the third step
from the top, but I had long ago gotten used to her bedroom being
completely underwater. She led me down, and as I went under I
expelled all the air in my lungs and inhaled deeply; what met my
lungs wasn't water, but it wasn't quite air, either. She smiled as
she always did at my expression.
I looked around, noting that the water felt warm and
comfortable; I wouldn't get cold in this. There were no Drexlells
keeping me alive; this was magick, pure and simple, and it was
something I barely understood, but it was entirely hers to play
with, even if Neptune himself was an ancient memory long forgotten
and gone away. I felt slightly heavy, and settled to the floor of
her bedroom. Her incredible hair floated free in the seawater, as
did mine. I kept brushing it back. She laughed.
"Well," I said defensively, "I haven't got anything to keep it
under control with."
"Try this," she said, and with a small gesture it fell back
into place about my shoulders. "Better?"
"Much." I kicked towards her and coasted until we met. I
wrapped my arms around her and felt her body heat flow meet mine.
We kissed again, and as we did her hands undid what minimal
clothing I was wearing.
As they strayed over my groin, her fingers brushed against my
cock, and she ran her sharp fingernails up along the length of it;
that sent sharp shocks through my spine, and I closed my eyes in
pleasure. I heard her giggle again.
I found the knot in her toga and undid it. I parted from her
and floated free, trying to unwrap her from it; she laughed that
oh-so-feminine laugh and helped me. I was still slightly tipsy.
Underneath it she was magnificent; to most people, she was a touch
overweight, a touch too soft in the middle, but my personal
preferences run that way, toward the more 'classical' woman. I
reached down and ran my hand over the soft skin of her belly,
floating back towards her and pulling her towards me. We settled
back down onto the bed. I thought that it was a lot like making
love in zero-g, the air was just a little thicker, a little more
viscous.
Her hands wrapped around me as mine did her, straying down
towards her ass and stroking the soft skin there. She giggled as
my fingers sought between her cheeks. She pushed away and floated
down towards my cock, taking it into her mouth and closing down on
it in one gulp. In the buoyant water I maneuvered around and tried
to reach her pussy, but she wouldn't let me. Instead, she held me
in place and sucked rapturously on my cock, her head bobbing up and
down, her hair following free in the sea. I smiled as her
insistent sucking brought me closer and closer to orgasm. I
reached down; I wanted to do something, but her hands brushed mine
away. I lay there passively as she sucked my cock for all it
worth, and when I came I screamed out her name in ecstasy.
She looked up at me, smiling, a small droplet of my come at the
corner of her mouth breaking free and floating up towards the
surface. That made me laugh. "Still good?" she asked.
"Still the best. Come here."
"No," she said. "Lie there, and I'll be right back." She rose
from the bed and floated up towards the dry dining room we'd been
in earlier, returning after a few minutes with refilled wine
glasses. "Drink this," she said.
"What is it? A love potion?"
"Something stronger."
I looked at her with this dubious half-smile, than downed the
wine. She did the same. As I did, I felt revitalized,
strengthened. "What was that?"
"Well, there was some magic in it, just a little. However, the
main ingredient is phenylethylamine."
"Wow. Quite a kick to it. I feel much better now."
"Good. I was hoping you would."
"Any reason you need me at full capacity, O?" I asked.
"You'll see." She slid towards me on the bed and kissed me
deeply, our tongues meeting again. I noticed that I couldn't smell
anything, but that was okay; the fullness of Oenone filled my
senses. I let my hands stray between her thighs and stroked the
thick patch of pubic hair she had, my fingers stroking between her
public lips. A small moan escaped her through our kissing, and I
smiled through as well. She backed off a little and I looked into
her demigod eyes. "Fuck me," she said.
"How do you want it?" Whatever she had given me was not just
some amphetamine. But it did have that arrogance that goes with
it. I felt empowered.
"From the rear, Ken. Like this." She knelt on the bed and
leaned over full, her head lying on the pillow. She grabbed
handfuls of the bedsheets to keep from moving in the increased
buoyancy. I came up behind her, between her parted legs, my
erection in hand. I paused for a moment to run my hands on her
ample, beautifully smooth ass, and then I positioned my cock at the
entrance to her cunny. With one hand on my cock and one on the
small of her back, I slid into her. Her tight cunt wrapped around
my cock and I could feel, really feel, her outer lips tightening
further around the base of my cock.
I grabbed her hips and began to stroke her cunt, slowly. As I
did, I heard her muttering something in another language, one I
didn't know; it wasn't Centaur or Quen, and as she did this other,
equally empowering feeling settled over me. I was fucking her like
a piston, feeling her tight cunt surround me, hold me. The water
surrounding us began to flow, at first slow and smooth, like a
gentle underwater stream, then with more force, and as it did it
felt like it was streaming under my ass and between my legs. I
smiled as I realized that Oenone had summoned a stream of water to
play over her clit as I fucked her.
"Harder," she whispered. I gladly obeyed, holding her hips a
little tighter and stroking in and out, in and out, pummeling her
and watching her buttocks ripple in slow motion with each impact.
It was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I could see
my cock passing between her lips, the small blonde wisps of hair
floating free and wrapping around my dick as it retreated from her.
The water and my cock were doing their work and she came,
groaning lightly into the cloth of her bed. "Don't stop," she
ordered, and the order came down like a geas, and I redoubled my
efforts, fucking her all the more. The flow of water around us was
becoming a torrent, like the Divergent Stream from the Uncia Bands
that sometimes warms the Castle. She came again, and twice more,
and still my orgasm seemed to come only a little closer, cresting
and falling, pleasant and frustrating.
"Stop," she said.
"What?" I asked. I did not want to stop.
"You've worn me out, worn my cunt out." She turned her head a
little further but did not rise from her position. She smiled a
leering smile and said "Take me... take me 'greek.'"
I returned the smile, then slid out of her pussy and
repositioned my cock at her anus. I pushed against the resistant
ring and it gave way, letting me in easily. I wondered if that was
natural, or was she no stranger to anal sex? It didn't matter to
me one bit as I plunged deep into the heated depths of her butt,
feeling the smoother passageways of her rectum seize me tight as I
stroked and fucked her.
It went on forever, and her orgasms came and as they came they
grew in magnitude. Each one was a victory for me, and I could
feel, finally, in the very base of my penis, that intense, almost
painful coil of power that was my orgasm. But it didn't reach out
like it normally does. As I looked down and saw my cock sawing in
and out of her puckered asshole incessantly, that coil grew,
tightening as it found it's way up into my chest. It grew as I
came closer and closer to the point of no return, and when I came,
the whole liquid world exploded in a white, blinding, majestic
light. It was incredible, and I swore, as I felt, vaguely in the
background, my cock shooting into her deep and wonderful ass, that
I would ne'er forget this night...
- - -
Dawn. "Morning, sleepyhead," I heard Oenone's sweet voice
above me, and I awoke with a start.
"Did I?"
"Pass out and sleep through the night? Yes." She smiled.
"I'm sorry," I said earnestly. "I didn't mean to..."
"I know, I know. It's okay," she said, trying to be soothing.
"But that's so rude!" I protested. "I mean..."
"Ken," she interrupted. "It's okay. I felt it, too. I'm just
more used to it," she said, looking wistful. "Not, mind you, that
that makes it any less powerful."
"Well, I'm glad for that. It was intense. That light..."
"Beautiful, yes?"
"Yes." I leaned forward and kissed her. She replied back with
a soft and friendly passion. "Thank you."
"Thank you," she said. "It's very rare I find someone I'll let
do that to me."
"Which part?"
"The magic. Oh, the stamina potion and the water flow and the
anal sex, those are all things I'm very familiar with. It's the
final spell, that one connective moment, that's so rare."
"What was it?"
She smiled. "Maybe someday I'll tell you." She stood up.
"Look, we need to get you breakfast. You said you had to be home
by tomorrow's dawn, and the SDisks are unreliable, so we should get
started."
- - -
"Come and visit?" I asked as we stood at the shoreline.
She looked out over the ocean for a moment and finally said "I
will."
"No promises?" I said.
She laughed. "No promises. But I will. Are there more
children than last time?"
"Maybe not more, but different children, different parents. I
guess you notice it less than we do. We're immortal, but we're not
used to it yet; you've been doing it for a lot longer."
She nodded. "I detest long goodbyes."
"I do too. So long, sweetheart."
"Goodbye, Ken. I'll direct the streams to take you to the
SDisk."
"I can find it, O. Thanks again. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Good-bye." I dove into the water. She helped me to the boat,
but from there on she let me navigate on my own, for which I was
grateful.
Normally, when I sail alone, I talk to myself to keep myself
company. Not this time. This time I was very quiet. This time
was very different.
--
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