Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 21:55:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Anthony <actium31@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Dearest forevermore"

Dearest Forevermore
by Mark Anthony

Disclaimer:

-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced
or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express
permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between
female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are
under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send any and all comments to actium31@yahoo.com. Specify which story
archive where you found the story if possible, as some of my stories are
posted on several sites. Any and all feedback is welcome.  Author's note:
Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg &
Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in
the story are mine. I chose not to include actual German dialogue since I
do not speak the language (modern or medieval), and don't trust translation
book/engines as far as I can throw them.

This story has a more elaborate setup... but as they say, getting there is
half the fun.


	1. Morning

	The sun rose early on the Rhine valley, the slumbering people of
the nearby Brachendauch village stirring shortly after the rooster's call,
as they have done for the past thousand years, to take to the vineyards all
around the countryside. Wine, the prized industry of the region, had long
ago made the fortune of noble families such as the Streinhens, whose castle
still sat upon a hill, above Brachendauch, overseeing the majestic river.
	The soft rays of morning brought light through layered openings of
a wooden blinder in a room of the castle's east wing, rousing Emily Bryden
from her restless sleep. The young woman shifted under the warm covers of
the munificent canopy bed, an intricately crafted piece of woodwork,
blinking and yawning before pulling herself up and about. Dark blond curls
of long hair fell over her face, shoulders and neck, and she shifted to one
side while her hand ran through the tousled mane. She repressed a sigh and
slid off the bed.
	Emily slowly walked to the window, her bare feet sliding across the
soft carpet, the wood it covered creaking gently at every step. Her peach
nightgown, somewhat ruffled by her incessant nocturnal stirring, hugged the
delicate contours of her feminine form. Opening the wooden blinders wide,
she breathed the fresh air deeply while the fullness of bright morning
sunshine penetrated inside. Behind her, a plaintive moan rose from beneath
the covers of another canopy bed, standing in a corner next to the
fireplace. Both were now bathed in warm yellow brilliance.
	Emily Bryden's delicate lips curved upwards in a slight smile.
	"Wake up" she beseeched, whispering in a soft voice. She let her
words hang in the air, preferring not to overstate the matter. Instead, she
turned on her round heels and basked in the brightness, serenity replacing
the memory of her troubled sleep. Emily Bryden quickly forgot about the
world around her, and breathed softly, the invigorating air of the valley
chasing away all of her anxieties. She secretly treasured those first few
minutes of the day when she stood alone around a world still in torpor, and
often felt free and able to do anything.
	She was a shy and timid girl. She often raised barriers around
herself that only the closest of friends had managed to breach. But never,
it seemed, in those special moments of the quiet morning, when she could be
herself without worry or care.
	Liana Howard, still trying to fight off the inevitable, grumbled
unintelligibly before giving up and flipping the covers over her face.
	"That's it?!" she complained bitterly. "Wake up?! Not 'the castle
is on fire!' or 'knights are storming the gates!'? Simply, merely 'wake
up'?! Why couldn't be a real emergency, just this once?!"
	She tried her best to sound infuriated, but Emily giggled, stepping
aside to let more of the sunlight in. Liana perked up at the melodious
sound of her childhood friend's laughter, staring at the woman quizzically.
	"You're in a good mood today" Liana complained grouchily. "I
supposed you slept well."
	Emily shook her negatively, though her smile still betrayed her
complete amusement. "It's such a glorious morning Liana."
	"You probably think I stayed up with that tall Norwegian, don't
you?" Liana said reproachfully.  "Don't even bother denying it, I know how
you think under that prissy and inhibited carapace of yours."
	"Honestly, I didn't" lied Emily, keeping her smile but blushing
slightly. The art of cruising was a complete mystery to her, though she
hardly thought striking up a conversation with a total stranger in a bar
could lead to anything... serious. In truth, she found the notion slightly
upsetting, despite the fact that her close friend was a self-professed
master at it. The very idea of where such things might lead... with
complete strangers...
	She banished the thought before she finished it, staring up at the
pattern of thick wooden beams that stretched above them and supported the
stones of the ancient castle as if to implore God for patience.
	Liana propped herself up on the bed. "Well," she said
mischievously, "maybe we can meet him again tonight... I'm sure you'd get
along with him fine."
	She winked suggestively, and Emily's face turned bright
crimson. Liana fell back on her pillow with an exasperated groan. Her
shoulder length hair, with rich curls of bright red, spilled over the
pillow. "Emily!  What in heaven's name am I ever going to do with you? This
is *Europe*! Land of Princes and Kings!  Loosen up!"
	It was well treaded ground between both of them, and much their
mutual dismay. Emily was a beautiful, wealthy and sweet woman, yet she
lived like a God-fearing nun secluded in a convent. Liana, on the other
hand, was quite willing to enjoy the life of the nouveau riche girl, and
had long ago formed the secret hope that Emily would find a prince charming
to sweep her off her feet.
	The casualty list of male suitors who had been shot down by Emily,
Liana lamented, now spanned one ocean and two continents. Many had turned
an interested eye towards the lovely lady, with her shy manners, endearing
smile and air of graceful mystery, but as many had been rebuffed, gently
but firmly. It was enough to drive Liana crazy, and she would have no doubt
strangled her friend for it long ago had she not liked her so much.
	Emily left her grumpy companion behind, fleeing into adjoining room
in the castle suite, away from the trappings of medieval opulence, with its
wooden furnishings, crafted period antiques and bright castle banners
proudly displayed aside noble portraits and stone walls of intricate
masonry. She stepped into a bathroom outfitted with all manners of modern
amenities and comforts. Sliding the shoulder straps of her nightgown aside,
she felt the material gently slide off her creamy white skin, instinctively
wrapping her arms around herself in modest fashion while the air caressed
her body, as if concerned that someone might be watching. Turning the
faucets, she started the shower and waited impatiently for the water to
warm up.  Then, she slid her white cotton panties down to her ankles,
stepped out of them and quickly slipped behind the barely transparent glass
door and underneath the steady, relaxing stream of the shower.
	Musings fled her mind as water washed over her naked skin,
caressing her pert breasts, delicate shoulders, long legs, graceful hips
and smooth face. Her rich dark-blond mane became slick against the curve of
her back as she turned inside the shower, feeling the watery cascading down
the arch of her spine and over the flesh of her round buttocks. Her hands
raised and rested against the opposite wall while she leaned over, her
lovely body massaged by the warm flow. Her pulse slowed as she immersed
herself in the sensations. Erotic thoughts she usually kept on a tight
leash rose to the surface of her brain, and she briefly thought of the
Norwegian Liana had talked to late last night.
	She indulged in such thoughts for a time, her nipples hardening as
the contemplation of daring scenarios she otherwise never admitted to
continued in her mind. Then, she quickly shook her head and concentrated on
something else, as if afraid of treading on such ground.
	She thought of the trip instead, of Liana's idea of celebrating
their college graduation with a trip in Europe. Emily, who had gone once,
long ago when she was young, had somehow found the idea of such an
adventure shared with a friend appealing despite her traditionally timid
nature, and had promptly offered to take Liana along free of charge,
courtesy of a large trust fund left by the legacy of her immigrant
grandfather, who had come from Britain to make a fortune in the new world.
	Being the good friend that she was, Liana had argued against it,
despite the fact that Emily could easily afford to take them both there,
and both friends had finally agreed that Liana would pay for the plane
tickets while Emily paid for everything else. Liana Howard's family, though
not as affluent as the Brydens, was up-and-coming, and she could well
afford the double fare. As for Emily's part of the bargain, with a chunk of
her family's fortune already at her name, she had promised Liana only the
best of Europe's high class accommodations.
	In truth, Emily found Liana to be the perfect travelling companion
for her, despite the crazy stunts her friend often pulled in full view of
the public. A secret part of her was hungry for that hilarious brand of
chaos that Liana had provided in her life since they were little girls,
though she rarely admitted to it. Her parents had long ago considered Liana
a 'bad influence', and had tried to steer her away from the turbulent
child, but Emily had never cared for it. It had been on of those things in
her life she had not compromised on, and she was glad of it.
	Since the beginning of the trip, Liana always managed to mingle
with millionaire playboys and foreign corporate executives with an ease and
confidence that Emily secretly envied. The girls had stuck together
thought, Liana seldom leaving her friend alone for long, giggling as she
sneaked off with her her, leaving yet another flabbergasted rich boy
behind, like a serial Cinderella.
	Emily sighed and cut her shower short. Stepping out, she caught a
glimpse of herself in steam- blurred mirror. The well kept figure, lovely
cheekbones, smooth skin and engaging pale-blue eyes... she briefly pondered
the puzzlement of her companionless predicament, the apparent conflict of
her looks and personality... the unfathomable reasons of her deeply
reserved nature, at odds with a nature-given form which attracted suitors
left and right...
	Emily Bryden lamented privately, eyes downcast, and then stifled a
yawn as she dried herself with a long beige towel. She wondered why she had
been so restless these last few nights.


	2. The Tower

	With all the countryside day trips they had taken, Liana and Emily
had scarcely taken the time to properly visit the place they were now
staying in-Streinhenburg proper. After a quick continental breakfast served
with Earl Grey, in a sumptuous hall located in the west wing, the two
friends decided to take the tour of the castle.
	The visit began at the foot of the castle keep, in the large
courtyard surrounded by stone battlements. The day was bright and sunny,
and all of the tourists, which included a few British, French and
Americans, were in good spirits. Emily, who had developed an interest in
History during her studies, was curious about the past of this large
castle. Liana's interest, though not at all academic, was nevertheless
genuine, and both were looking for some breathtaking views once the tour
started.
	Streinhenburg, an old Frankish castle seized by German lords in the
tenth century, was rebuilt with a mixture of late Romanesque and early
Gothic styles. Resting on a hill overseeing the Rhine, the fortified
stronghold had quickly become the pride and joy of the Streinhen family,
which took control, as early as 1231, of the flow of trade on this portion
of mighty river. The castle coffers had filled as tolls had been levied,
under the looming shadows of cannons trained upon the waters; few medieval
merchants or church boats had been able to pass without paying their dues.
	So well had Streinhenburg been fortified that, in all of its years
of existence, it had never once been stormed by enemies, commercial,
secular or religious.
	The group followed the guide after the brief introduction, and they
entered the castle gatehouse, which stood to the northwest, climbed a
spiral staircase to the ramparts above, and to a breathtaking view of the
green valley through which the blue waters of the Rhine flowed. On the way,
the guide recounted many anecdotes relating the history of the Streinhen
family, which was practically rooted in every stone on which they
walked. Emily listened intently to tales of the family feud with House
Schtaffen; of Karl the Strong, who raided the countryside with Prussian
knights to fight against the heathens Saxons; of Markwald Streinhen, the
cunning merchant who had insured his family's eternal financial security
through cutthroat tactics and aggressive business ventures; and finally, of
Boris the Ox, who it was said drank more wine in a single night than a man
of sound and strong disposition did in a whole week.
	Emily and Liana lagged behind the group for a while as they
continued to walk along the battlements, fresh air blowing in their
faces. They moved East towards the smallest of the four main towers.  The
guide proceeded to describe its main features, mentioning that the spartan
accommodations one could find within the confines of the tight cylindrical
construct had probably been used by soldiers as barracks.
	Liana, who had remained silent for a little while, walking aside
her friend with fists jammed in the pockets of her Benneton windbreaker,
suddenly scoffed under her breath,.
	Emily, who had been listening intently, turned to her with an
inquiring eye. "What?" she whispered.
	"Not barracks" Liana stated simply. "It's a prison."
	Emily stared at her for a moment, not quite understanding. "What do
you mean?"
	"It's a prison" Liana repeated, her frozen gaze fixated on the
tower. Her voice sounded, at least to Emily's ears, hushed and dazed.
	"'Was'. You mean it *was* a prison, right?"
	Liana remained mute, staring straight at the metallic pinnacle
which served as ornament on top of the tower. Her face was totally devoid
of all expression.
	The guide turned an inquiring eye towards the lagging pair, and it
was immediately obvious to Emily that he had overheard her last comment. He
seemed a bit surprised.
	A nearby tourist, who had also heard, piped in. "Wha-is she right?"
he asked in unaccented English, pointing with his thumb, over his
back. "Was it a prison?"
	The guide shifted hesitantly. "Well... We have a team of historians
and architects who have come to the castle to study certain aspects of the
construction" he explained, turning back to the group. "All we know for
sure is that the tower was constructed in the early 1100's, but has it's
interior extensively restored around 1380. Before that, it served as a
keep... but one of the members of the team working there said he found
evidence of reinforcement in certain walls which were original to the
construction and thinks the East tower may have played the role of dungeon
or prison of some sort."
	He glanced suspiciously at Emily, obviously wondering how a tourist
knew the latest on unpublished research conducted by the on-site experts.
	Emily was in turn staring at Liana, this time with a befuddled
expression, wondering what to make of her friend's sudden exact knowledge
of historical architecture.
	She shook Liana once, as the guide dragged the rest of the group
along for the next stop. "C'mon, Liana" she hissed, "the tour is
continuing."
	Liana stood, transfixed.
	Emily shook her harder. "Liana!"
	Liana blinked and suddenly stared at Emily in alarm. "Wha-?"
	The two friends looked at each other for an instant. Liana's sense
of alarm was replaced with a puzzled expression. Emily, on the other hand,
was clearly concerned.
	"Let's catch up to the others" Emily said, wondering privately what
had just happened.


	3. Afternoon

	The tour ended with a visit to Drachen tower, and a commentary on
the outer architecture of the castle proper, which stood close to the
inside curve of the south-east wall, some 70 yards between the two bottom
corners of the slightly odd rectangle made up by the erected
battlements. The imposing structure of the castle, with its fortified walls
and narrow windows, now served as one of the most luxurious medieval- style
hotels in the region, fully capturing the look and feel of Medieval
Germany.
	As soon as the tour finished, Emily and Liana followed the tourists
down a passageway inside the rampart, and through to the castle. From
there, the group separated, with the two friends heading back to the dining
hall reserved for residents of the hotel, in the West wing. They were
greeted politely by the Maître D', who smiled happily and quickly led
them to a table.
	Emily had shrimp salad bread and white whine, while Liana went for
a slice of rare veal and a glass of red.
	Any meal served in the dining hall of Streinhen was one that had
indisputable romantic and historic flair, the surrounding tables of solid,
varnished oak illuminated by a multitude of lights from the elaborate
chandeliers suspended above. Assorted heraldic symbols amd banners hung on
all four walls, fooling the casual, first-time observer in thinking that
little had changed here over the last 800 years. The impeccable quality of
service and the promptness of the staff further contributed to give the
clientele a sense of belonging, perhaps even the illusion of being part of
a family of noble blood.
	Liana was fairly silent, which seemed unusual to Emily. The latter
was herself lost in thought, this morning's peculiar exchange arousing a
sense of apprehension for reasons that seemed both illogical and wholly
evasive. Emily was accustomed to Liana's outgoing personality, her sharp
wit and snappy comebacks, her tendency to make a statement that would have
everyone around her gaping with their mouths hitting the floor... but the
episode near the East tower was of a utterly different nature. Despite
herself, Emily was rather preoccupied by the whole thing.
	"Hellooo?!"
	"What?" Emily uttered, snapping back to reality.
	"I said 'do you want to try some of this?" Liana repeated, holding
a forkful of veal. "Tender enough to die for!"
	Emily shook her head, wondering why she was making such a big deal
out of this. She scrutinized Liana from the corner of her eye, trying to
put a finger on what was suddenly so different about her.
	Liana was, by all means, a beautiful woman, with a fiery
temperament that naturally matched the bright red of her hair. She kept it
shoulder length, in a pageboy cut with layered contours which followed the
shape of her gentle, oval face. Her bright green eyes and roguish smile had
a striking quality, and her slightly upturned nose gave her a bit of an
aristocratic air which was only reinforced by her natural confidence. As
for her figure, it had been made supple through years of competing in high
school gymnastic championships, and had lost none of its gracefulness-Liana
had taken up dancing as a hobby to stay in shape. She exuded sensuality,
and enjoyed the attention it got her.
	They continued to dine, conversation slowly becoming more
lively. The atmosphere certainly was conductive for such, and both women
were soon drawn, once again, to comment on the fabulous surroundings. They
then discussed plans for the afternoon, and opted for a walk down to
Brachendauch village, followed by a stroll along the riverbank.
	The sun was still shining as they left the castle, and they walked
down the stepped incline chiseled out of the mountain rock itself, circling
around the rising cliff on which the main structure was perched, down to
the green forests which surrounded the base of the hilltop. The path Emily
and Liana took there snaked in and out of the woods, finally emerging in
the idyllic town of Brachendauch, with its old plazas, stone fountains and
medieval residences delighting sightseers. Many of the good-natured
villagers had taken up the tradition of dressing in period clothes, which
further contributed to making the surroundings part of a bygone epoch. They
greeted the tourists with warm smiles and always taking the time to stand
with them for a picture. Liana jumped at the opportunity several times,
smiling for Emily as she took pictures of her next to medieval barons,
knights and servants.
	It was a carefree and enjoyable afternoon for both of them,
followed by a quiet walk along the banks of the mighty river. Emily
remained silent for the most part, taking in the sensations and committing
the picturesque sights to memory, while Liana, though animated and perky,
nevertheless found it in herself to be somewhat more reserved than
ordinary. They both returned castle as the sun was setting, tired but
contented.
	Emily was entirely convinced she wouldn't have trouble sleeping
that nigh.


	4. Troubling Visions

	Darkness whispered at Emily's soul while she dreamed.
	The confines of Streinhenburg had grown menacing in her slumbering
fantasy, the interior stone walls and arches fusing and morphing into
horrifying shapes as she ran madly forward, seeking to escape the grip of
an unseen, ghostly presence. She was barefoot, with only a translucent
nightgown to protect her from the cold air, and was frantically searching
for a safe place in which to hide. She heard menacing voices echoing around
her, plaintive wailing and distant screams which chilled her to the
bone. The corridors loomed ahead like a fearsome labyrinth, everyone of
them haunted by the tormented spirit of the dead.
	Emily fell hard on the cold stone floor as she turned a corner, and
looked beyond to sizable but empty hall. The passageway ran for many meters
ahead, with regular geometric apertures at regular intervals on the left
side of the facade. Pillars jutted on the right, with intricate carvings in
the stone of a frightening, lovecraftian quality. The exit, at the far
distant end of the terrifying colonnade, loomed tenebrously, appearing to
the fearful Emily as a departing ship would to a drowning sailor in the
middle of the ocean.
	Only the light of a full moon, shining rays of pale white-blue
through narrow windows, illuminated her path, slivers of illumination
appearing as ethereal hurdles on the extended path to safety. Emily allowed
herself a quick look behind her before trying to quickly get to her
feet... and was instantly frozen by the image of a ghostly figure, drifting
around the corner and coming to rest above her.
	Her blood turned to ice.
	The pale woman's long, open dress hid little of her generous
figure, her ethereal bosom bare, wisps and strands of immaterial clothing
wrapped around her narrow waist, her shoulders and her arms. They seemed to
dance lightly in the same intangible, non-existent wind which appeared to
sustained her in the air.  Her flowing hair drifted in the breeze, locks
parting to reveal a gentle, if cold visage.
	In a terrifying instant, Emily recognized the ghostly apparition
before her as that of Liana.
	Her panicked scream was cut short by the sound of her friend's
haunting voice. Liana spoke to her in a strange tongue which seemed to
drown out the lamenting voices. The ghostly figure communed with her soul
as the pallid lips moved. Somehow, Emily she could understand the
gibberish, making sense of the strange words...
	"Anna... my beautiful... we are together... once again..."
	With but a single whisper, Emily's world had suddenly capsized into
a strange abyss.
	Fear ebbed from her trembling body, replaced by a inexplicable
warmth and sense of well being that began glowing from deep within her. Her
hysterical breathing slowed, as did her galloping pulse. A trance was
coming over Emily, and she seemed unable to resist, allowing herself
instead to slide deeper and deeper into it.
	The ghostly Liana, with her long hair and hypnotic eyes, floated
nearer, and finally hovered over Emily, a strange glow surrounding her
translucent, elegant form. Her deeply mesmerizing whispers caressed Emily's
soul into subservience, replacing fear and dread with a sense of love and
rapture. The gothic surroundings of the cold, damp castle halls became
irrelevant, not the scene of a frightening apparition but of an
irresistible, strange seduction. Emily sat up on the stony floor, obeying
the silent will of the mysterious force which now held her enthralled, and
parted her knees slowly. She felt a draft slide up the gaping opening of
her nightgown... felt the night air sliding up her thighs and caressing her
bare pussy... felt her own heat and wetness kissed by the bewitching
breeze.
	The ghostly Liana only smiled as she floated closer, her pale and
beautiful face smiling a secret smile. Emily's mind was enraptured,
spellbound by the woman's eyes, by her silent voice. A tiny part of her
mind was drowned out by voices that assured her everything was as it should
be, and she found herself believing them. Her fingers gently pulled back on
the smooth fabric that covered her legs, and the hem of her nightgown slid
up and over her knees, revealing her bare thighs and pussy.
	She glanced down at herself, saw her own seeping wetness in the
pale moonlight. Images and urges flashed inside her brain... strange, alien
impulses and cravings were pulling her soul in every direction at once.
	Liana spoke again as her hand reached out... "Oh Anna... how I've
longed to touch you... how long I've waited..."
	Emily felt a burning love and desire as Liana's slender fingers
gently brushed against her sex. Her legs trembled at the cold touch, but
shivers of passion ran up and down her spine at the strange sensation of
semi-ethereal caress. Liana's fingers brushed her again and again,
teasingly, enticingly. Stroking her wet slit...
	"You are mine... mine for all time..."
	A name rose up in Emily's throat even as the pangs of pleasure
ignited inside her. She didn't realize it until it had escaped her
lips. "Oh! Kristin! Don't stop!"
	The ghostly Liana's smile grew as she hung motionless over Emily,
who was utterly bewitched by her sensual touch. "Yes... I can see you are
beginning to remember... Do you want to be with me, Anna?"
	Emily was almost beyond voicing a coherent response, her pussy on
fire, quivering as she was meticulously caressed...
	Liana?... Kristin?... Both? Neither? It was unimportant-her touch
was the only thing in Emily's universe, sending waves of intense pleasure
rippling through her body and soul. Her legs were spread, like those of an
obedient slave, her cunt stroked by a ghostly apparition. Her mind was
reeling, her growing sexual excitement crushing all reason...
	"Yes! Oh Yes!"
	"Do you want to be with me... Forever?" the ghost inquired nicely,
even as she inserted a pale finger deep inside Emily's pussy.
	Emily cried out as the orgasm exploded within her, suddenly and
violently. She arched her spine as a wave roared up through her body, her
head falling backwards, her voice now speaking her mistress' will...  "Yes!
Yes! YES!!! FOREVER!!"
	The climax was easily more powerful than anything she had
experienced through a handful of maladroit and restrained sexual
encounters, and raged inside her being like a storm for long minutes. The
instinctive realization that her heart was slowing as the waves of pleasure
began to subside was a secondary thing to the ecstasy she had been allowed
to experience, and to the promise she now intended to keep. She fell back
on the floor, only dimly aware of her ghostly lover's sensual touch, her
heart's beating becoming dangerously irregular, her breath shallowing...
	She *would* be with Liana... with Kristin... forever...
	Emily woke with a start from the dream moments before the instant
of death. She was in her bed, drenched in cold sweat. It was the middle of
the night.
	She suddenly realized the hysterical scream she was hearing was not
her own, but Liana's.


	5. Illusions of normalcy

	Emily stared at her breakfast without appetite; the tightening knot
in her stomach had not subsided.  The fear she had experienced last night
had stiffened her feminine frame, and her striking eyes betrayed
consternation that seemed at odds somehow with the lavish, gothic
surroundings of the romantic castle inn.  Her head was down, long, smooth
curls of blond partially hiding her concerned expression and flowing over
her shoulders, down her beige sweater.  She had stroked it vigorously in
the morning, feeling the urge to brush and brush while trying to keep the
memory of the disturbing happenings of the previous night out of her mind.
	The dream alone she might have been able to handle. It was an easy
rationalization, especially for someone as reserved as she: her
subconscious had obviously roamed in strange and distressing territory, but
it hardly constituted or supported conclusive proof of strange, aberrant
inclinations. Here, in the semi- crowded dining room of the castle inn, in
the light of mid-morning, the vividness of her nightly vision seemed to be
just what it was: dreamlike, improbable.
	Certainly. Without question.
	But Emily's long legs, wrapped in tight-fitting wool slacks,
crossed and twisted around each other as she thought of the instants that
followed her sudden awakening from the dream, of Liana's screams and of her
friend's sobbing, panicked apology for endangered her life. Emily, still
shaken from her own nightmare, had still managed to make her way to Liana's
bed while ignoring a disquieting wetness between her legs, to hug her
friend and comfort her as best she could. It would only be later, when
Liana had returned to an uneasy slumber, that Emily had remembered the
wording of her apology, and realized that in her panic, Liana had called
her 'Anna' twice, and had begged her forgiveness for taking her soul into
the afterlife.
	The meaningless phrases had suddenly made sense in Emily's eyes,
and she felt sure that she and Liana had shared the same dream.
	"Hey! You started without me!"
	Emily looked up, startled. Liana stood next to her, smiling
broadly. Her friend's red hair freely, and it slid loosely over the tip of
her shoulders. She wore a black sweater with loose wrap skirt and belt
buckle, certainly well enough to draw the attention of all of the males in
the dining room. She stepped over to the chair next to Emily's and
gracefully sat down, crossing her supple legs under the folds of the
patterned skirt.
	Emily's voice failed her for a split second.
	"Where were you this morning?" she finally asked, her eyes unable
to leave Liana's. There was something strange and new inside them, but she
couldn't quite put her finger on it. An alarming voice inside her head
shrilled a warning.
	"I got up, silly! I decided to go for a walk around the castle
since you were still napping."
	Emily tried to wrap her head around the concept of Liana waking up
before she did, but failed.
	"Your hair's..."
	"-different, yes. It was bit straighter after I showered. I feel
like such a free spirit wearing it like that!"
	She shook her head right and left, letting the rich hair rising and
falling smoothly back into place.  She giggled as she did so, seemingly
happy for no reason at all. Emily's eyes went wide as she suddenly flashed
back to her nearly forgotten dream, and saw Liana for an instant just as
she had appeared to her during the night, with longer hair and a haunting
smile.
	The cacophony of alarm bells ringing in her head were drowning out
the noises around her. Liana sat before her, but some crazy gut feeling was
playing tricks with her perception and trying to tell her otherwise.
	Liana pointed a finger at Emily's plate, and the untouched eggs and
toast of her continental breakfast. "Mind if I help myself?"
	"Go ahead" mumbled Emily, "I'm not too hungry after last night."
	"What? You didn't sleep well?"
	Emily looked at her blankly.
	"No... pretty much the same as you, I guess."
	It was Liana's turn to give her an odd stare. "What do you mean? I
was totally out of it. Slept like a *baby*, the first time in a while, and
boy did I ever need it!"
	"What do you mean like a baby?! You woke me up screaming in the
middle of the night!"
	Liana, who had begun chewing on a piece of toast, froze. Her
expression clearly betrayed uncertainty, and Emily realized that her friend
was seriously wondering if she was putting her on.
	"What nightmare? I don't remember any nightmares..."
	Emily's stomach turned and twisted. Her breath froze in the
throat. She suddenly felt ill.
	Liana's hand gently rested on her knee as she drew closer, a
concerned expression on her face.  "Emily, Is everything alri-"
	Emily yelped and jumped back. The chair slipped from under her and
she landed on the floor, trailing most of the tablecloth-and the silverware
that rested on it-along with her. The sharp clash of glass, metal and food
toppling on the hard wooden floor echoed loudly in the dining hall,
startling the various hotel patrons who were also having breakfast.
	Liana was instantly at Emily's side, trying to help her up. "Geez,
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
	Emily turned beet red as she stood up, aware of the whole room
staring at her. A waiter started scooping up the mess while another
addressed the two women in shaky English, asking if they were hurt.
	Emily shook her head, deeply embarrassed and in great need of fresh
air.
	"Let's get out of here" Liana offered, leading her gently by the
hand.
	As they left the dining hall, Emily furiously replayed the moment
in her mind. The slight touch on her knee-and the shift of color in Liana's
eyes as she did so...
	Not the dark green she was used to, but a shade of blue very much
like her own.


	6. The diary

	By early evening, Emily even found it in herself to joke about it.
	Liana had suggested an excursion in the nearby vineyards shortly
after leaving the dining hall, and the prospect of spending the afternoon
outside appealed to Emily greatly. They took the rented BMW, Emily
forsaking the driver's seat in order to calm herself down. Liana, despite
being somewhat of a crazed driver, assured her that she would get them both
there and back in one piece. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, as
they left Streinhenburg and drove together through the scenic forested
countryside, Liana joked much as she always did, which made Emily smile
once again. By the time they had arrived to Brauch's Vineyard estate, Emily
was breathing easier, relieved to see that the 'old' Liana was back.
	The afternoon turned out to be a lot of fun for both women. After
sampling some of the wine and touring the gigantic, damp cellars where
classic cuvés fermented and aged, Emily could barely remember the
troubling events of the morning. Certainly the apprehension she had felt
seemed silly, unfounded even. She had even glimpsed into Liana's eyes when
her friend wasn't looking, and found them to be of the right shade of
green, exactly what she had expected to see.
	The pair followed guides, joked with fellow tourists, and Liana
even found the time to flirt with one of the handymen working on the
vineyard. It was like their old days in college all over again. They left
in late afternoon, heading back to the castle Inn, delighted with the way
the day had turned out.

	Pangs of trepidation did manifest themselves in Emily as the car
drove up the rising path that lead to Streinhen, no doubt revived by the
recognizable, gothic silhouette of the castle, but they were soon chased
away by Liana's constant, whimsical chatter. They parked the car in the
small lot within the castle keep, strolled across the courtyard and into
the main entrance of the castle, up the grandiose flight of stone steps and
through the ornate granite arch which served as the main entrance to the
castle proper. The pair lingered in the hall beyond the doors, standing for
a moment while Liana's eyes trailed off to the nearby cocktail lounge.
	"Geez-there you go again!" Emily complained in a mock tone, playing
the part of the prude as she had so many times before.
	"Ya gotta play the field to score in the game" Liana retorted in a
southern accent, which left her giggling. Emily joined in, in an effort to
play down her 'part'. A passing bellboy gave them a funny look.
	"I'm beat, Liana. Mind if I catch some shuteye before dinner?"
Emily finally said.
	"Sure. We'll grab grub later."
	"Grub" sighed Emily. "The Inn's dining hall is flanked by a four
star restaurant staffed by a Cordon Bleu chef, Liana. They *don't* serve
grub."
	"Sorry, I meant chow" Liana said with an incorrigible smile.
	"If you order ketchup, I swear I'll kill you" Emily warned her with
a finger. "Eight o'clock fine?"
	"Sure. I'll see what I can do about bringing company."
	Emily silently moaned and dearly hoped she wouldn't. It seems she
didn't have the patience to spend an evening with Czechs students who had
learned all their English reading Playboy and Sports
Illustrated... although as she proceeded up the flights of stairs and to
her suite, she almost felt aware of another, reason, stronger but more
evasive, buried deep inside her psyche.

	The sun had set behind the valley, and the evening darkness had
crept into the suite. Emily stripped down to her bra and panties, and put
on a large T-shirt that fell to her mid-thighs, figuring she could always
change into something formal later. She glanced at the two spacious beds in
the room, and briefly remembered the events of the previous night. It felt
like the whole thing had taken place over a week ago, and Emily wondered
just how much of it wasn't half-twisted by her then-groggy state of
mind. She turned to make her way to the bed and stopped, catching a glimpse
of something resting on the oak desk which stood next to the window.
	It was an old book that she had not noticed before, left behind
either by Liana or one of the cleaning staff. On the left was a stack of
brochures and tourist info accumulated by the traveling pair. Next to that
was a candle, propped on a silver holder. Curious, Emily took three steps
and peeked under the cover of the book.
	The jacket was leather-bound and dusty. The pages were yellow, and
creaked as she turned them; they were not made of paper, the surface being
rougher to the touch. Each sheet was adorned with elegant handwriting;
though there was an unusual flourish to it, Emily nevertheless recognized
as Liana's.
	Somewhere along the line, Emily's creeping feeling returned in the
pit of her stomach. This time however, it was short lived, vanishing almost
instantly.
	The young woman barely registered alarm. She scarcely heard the
click of the door locking itself behind her, or noticed the sudden flame
which conjured itself up at the tip of the candle's wick, lighting the
pages of the book enough for Emily to read, bathing the rest of the room in
a soft, orange glow.
	Drawn up in the words of the diary, she slowly sat down in the
chair, her eyes never leaving the page which she had begun to read.
	She failed to realize that the writings, though in medieval German,
made perfect sense to her.


Stop
	7. Mirror's image

	Streinhenburg, fifth day of February, 1303
	She searches for me at every opportunity, but the words I long to
say escape me every time. My mouth closes, as is Father's wishes. Count
Schtaffen remains at odds with our house, and nothing in Heaven and Earth,
short of God's word will change it. If Father only knew what thoughts haunt
my nights... those hours of the dark when the only thing I see in my dreams
is the image of her face... I fear to unburden my soul to anyone save
her... even to brother Hilmund, especially after his frightful pursuit of
the wicked in the village earlier in the year, when envoys from Rome
traveled these lands on their way to deliver yet another papal decree to
the Emperor. Methinks brother Hilmund may see in me a touch of the devil
graces, and God help me if he suspects thus. May the Lord forgive me for my
impertinence, and for all the rests of my sins. I would confess all of them
gladly, I would accept the sins of the entire world for her, if it would
redeem our love as the savior redeemed mankind upon the cross.
	It cannot be a sin. Nothing so beautiful, nothing so sweet and
pleasant and blissful can be sinful!  My heart is pierced as with a lance
every time I catch a glimpse of the castle where she resides! My soul
flutters away on angel wings whenever I received another of her ardent
letters! How can I muster the strength and will to burn them, for fear that
a squire or servant may bring them to Father, who would see only
wickedness? I cannot abandon her sweet words to the flame, and thus must
live in fear... but only when they are away from my eyes, and do not chase
away the darkness as I quietly read them, over and over, under the dancing
flame of the candle. Though every line is singed into my mind, though her
voice whispers at my soul at all times of the day... to touch the folded
surface of the parchment on which she has scribbled her professions of love
is enough to fill my heart with greater and greater longing for
her... release comes only at the witching hour, as my hand travels lower
and elevates me to heavenly bliss.
	Joy like a thousand doves fluttering high in the azure sky! Ecstasy
as divine as eternal life's rest for the righteous and chosen of God! I
have known pleasure beyond imagining, in her arms instead of a knighted
suitor, with no desire or will to throw myself away from her tender
embrace. Surely nature intended this, surely God would not have permitted
delicate, righteous women to seek each other thus! How can the devil, with
all his tricks and wicked machinations, summon feelings of such purity and
loving enchantment as those that well inside me when I stare into her
adorable eyes? We have, neither of us, known the intrusive pain of a man's
organ-how can ladies of honor true be then beguiled by Beelzebub?
	The fiery memory of our first meeting, far away in the valley, of
our first kiss, under the ancient tree that lies three leagues east of the
riverbank, of that first time when she spoke a language unknown to me,
worshiping my body with her lips, stirring a strange and consuming passion
I had never imagined existed...  Anna, oh sweet Anna, how the days and
nights seem long without you! Would that we could ride horses to the
nearest port and sail for Byzantium, and escape to the faraway lands beyond
it! Father can only speak of war against other houses, and of the day when
he will spit on his enemies' bones... His desire to give me away to a noble
knight will eventually kill me as surely as a thrust of his sword, but I
dare not tell him anything.
	I can only wait... and dream of Anna. She, too, is promised to
another, a count or duke or some other her Father has approved of.
	God help me, what is to become of us then?


	8. The second dream

	Emily stirred and rose from the soft, wool-patted mattress,
glancing weakly around her, trying to recognize the unlit surroundings. She
slipped down from the bed and felt the cold night air about. She shivered
slightly as she glimpsed out the open window, the sight of the pale glow of
the moon arousing memories of a past nightmare.
	Her breathing halted for a split second. She instantly realized she
was dreaming once again... but the awareness of it did not chase away the
insubstantial world around her, to deposit her once again back in her bed.
	Emily's naked body was covered a light white sheet, a thin cloak
which wrapped around her neck and espoused every curve of her skin,
covering her bosom, waist and legs while revealing the supple nature of her
bewitching physique.
	A strange lethargy had come over her. Knowledge and realization of
her situation came readily, but not the panic she could have otherwise
expected. Emily's tranquility, by her own cognition, was unnatural to be
sure, but a part of her seemingly in control welcomed it.
	Her eyes grew accustomed to her dark surroundings, and she noticed
the opulent character of the decor around her. This, she guessed, were the
trappings of her castle suite as they once appeared, hundreds of years
ago. She slowly made for to the heavy paneled door, opened it, and peeked
outside, with growing curiosity for the strange and unfamiliar
surroundings.
	A stone corridor stretched left and right.
	Emily suddenly heard the voice calling out to her. It had been for
some time, but she realized she had not clearly heard it until she had
opened the door. With scarcely a thought, she slowly strode out into the
corridor, and to the right, her feet brushing against the tiles of the cold
floor, enraptured by the Lorelei- like voice that was singing her name.
	She turned around dark corners, stepped down narrow spiral
staircases, the voice patiently chanting its bewitching melody. The strange
call, unmistakably feminine, seemed to confuse two names as it
continued... 'Emily'... 'Anna'... as if they were both one and the same...
	The gentle fabric of the cape tugged against her body, her skin
warm despite the nightly draft which blew along the corridors. It pushed
the garment against her feminine curves, tracing the outline of her body,
the shape of her nakedness rising out of the soft folds.
	The voice was growing louder, clearer with each step... calling out
to her...
	She came at the end of a passageway and penetrated inside a banquet
hall she had never seen before, a long and deserted room illuminated by a
series of bright torches hung across the length of a far wall. In the
center of the room rested a heavy table which stretched from one end of the
hall to the other, a crimson velvet tablecloth covering its rectangular
surface. Two chandeliers of crafted silver adorned it, adding to the
enchanting brightness by bathing the immediate area in an eerie golden
glow. They were the only features upon the table. Up on the adjoining
walls, heraldic symbols we displayed, shields, swords and lances and other
proud symbols of a reigning house seemingly still in residence within the
castle...
	The chanting stopped.
	Emily glanced about, her eyes filled with calm serenity, much like
those of a hypnotized subject.  Her lips parted softly, her voice calling
out in a imploring tone.
	"Kristin... dearest... where are you?"
	The name was familiar on Emily's lips, though she had only once
spoken it, in the nearly forgotten dream of the previous
night. Familiar... and dear to her in ways not easy to express.
	She took long steps, the folds of her cape parting ever so slightly
as she strode forth, revealing a glimpse of her warm flesh. Her expression
saddened as she looked about, unable to find the source of the sweet voice
that had called her here.
	"Kristin... please..." she beseeched, "come back..."
	Emily neared the far edge of the table. Her finger lazily stroked
its surface, the softness of the tablecloth brushing against her fingertips
.
	Her breath caught in her throat as she felt palms clasp her
shoulders. Hands... caressing her skin through the fabric of her cloak.
	Emily slowly turned to face the person behind her, her smile
growing as she did. She beamed when her eyes finally contemplated the
lovely, graceful woman who stood before her.
	Kristin... and Liana... both and the same. And yet not. The same
sculpted face... the same haunting eyes... but different in many ways.
	She wore a simple robe, though it was certainly belonged to an
ancient period. Her eyes were pale blue, the same as Emily's. The rest of
her oval face appeared identical, though the tender smile Emily saw
directed at her was unlike any she had ever seen coming from Liana.
	Her hair was longer, falling just under her shoulders. It was of
the same lovely red, though it fell straight back, and a jeweled
ferroniere, its red ruby shining in the candlelight, wrapped around her
forehead, holding the crown of her hair in place.
	A loving warmth invaded Emily's heart. Her cheeks flushed. Her
pussy throbbed, already slick with juices, begging to be touched, stroked
and licked. Her breasts grew sensitive, nipples stiffening painfully,
poking through the folds of the thin fabric which wrapped around her.
	Kristin's hands slowly caressed their way up and over the
shoulders... slowly stroked her collarbones, feeling the warm skin. They
clasped at the base of Emily's neck, fingers gently wrapping around, losing
themselves in the long strands of blond hair that fell down her back.
	Emily's heart was pounding inside her chest, like the drum of an
unstoppable army marching on the battlefield. Her whole body was tingling,
her mind loosing its perspective as she lost herself in Kristin's eyes.
Rationality made a final, desperate attempt to work out the significance of
the situation, before crumbling under the sensual assault.
	She collapsed into a lustful sea, surrendering to Kristin... to
Liana.... to the feelings which now coursed through her.
	Kristin's fingers rose gently, tracing up her neck stopping at the
jaw line. Warm, delicate, gentle, brushing her skin.
	They slipped higher, gently cradling the sides of Emily's face,
drawing her nearer. Kristin's lips were parting... Emily's heart fluttered
like that of a frightened rabbit
	She rose to her tiptoes as she gently parted her lips and kissed
the ghostly baroness which had summoned her in this dream to make love to
her. She closed her eyes while she followed Kristin's lead, savoring the
strange new sensation of the sapphic kiss. It was an intoxicating
experience which soon had her reeling , her wantonness growing, the desire
to taste her lover exploding inside her. She thrust her tongue forth
unabashedly, seizing the initiative, French-kissing the woman as she had
never dared with any man before.
	She still felt Kristin's hands on her, caressing her delicately,
touching her arms, sliding up the contour of her breasts, stroking her
nipples through her nightgown, sending warm, fervent shivers of forbidden
passion raging through body. Her knees were shaking, a mixture of residual
fright and unbound excitement welling inside her. She leaned forward,
kissing Kristin deeper and deeper, as if trying to drown herself in an
ocean of passion.
	Their seeking tongues roamed amorously together, Emily's blood
burning in her veins. The folds of her cloak finally parted, and sweet
Kristin's soft hands started to caress her naked skin. She felt Kristin's
agile fingers slowly massaging the firmness of her breasts, while her
yearning intensified with the probing of her tongue deep inside the other
woman's mouth, sliding in and out, past warm lips, dancing an erotic ballet
as they intertwined together.
	They broke the passionate kiss at last, Emily gasping for air as
she leaned back against the edge of the heavy table. Kristin smiled a
gentle smile, her hands still kneading her darling's bosom. Her index and
thumb occasionally rose to the tip of Emily's nipples, pinching gently once
or twice before sliding back over the firm roundness of the breasts. Emily
could only sigh in helpless contentment, unable to believe how aroused she
felt, how wonderful and liberating it was to be ravished thus by this
seductive apparition.
	Warmth seemed to seep from Kristin's fingertips, spreading through
her breasts and body, filling her with a sense of euphoria. She sighed and
moaned as Kristin's mouth descended upon her right tit, and kissed her
nipple lightly. Then, slowly, Kristin's tongue gently slid over and around
it, which instantly sent new, sharper, more intense shivers of pleasure
coursing through her subservient lover. Pursing her lips, Kristin began
suckling passionately.
	A sharp cry rose from Emily's throat as she flung her head back,
her breathing ragged. Kristin was taking from her. Be it essence, life, or
a fragment of her very soul, the ghostly woman now nursing at her breast
was consuming part of her, a process which battered her psyche with the
most incredible torrent of sexual pleasure she could imagine. Any fear or
thought of death, of fleeing Kristin's dark embrace was annihilated as the
apparition continued her gentle sucking, Emily's pussy seeping juices and
throbbing in desperate need of relief.
	Kristin finally drew her head back slightly, and looked up. Emily's
glanced down at the woman leaning before her, and mirrored her wanton
smile.
	"Beautiful Anna... will you be mine once again?"
	Emily's answer was immediate, like that of a dutiful
servant. "Yes!"
	"Will you be mine... forever mine?" Kristin asked, with a hungry
stare that melted her heart.
	Emily answered with a lustful groan.
	Kristin's mouth slowly drew nearer to her other breast, her tongue
running over her lips.  Emily cried out as her mind once again reeled under
the sensual assault, her mind overcome by the glorious passion that was
burning her up. She was dying... but she would be with
Kristin... forever...
	She collapsed back on the table, legs dangling for the edge. Her
breath had shallowed, her skin had cooled... Kristin had drawn sustenance
from her... a smile of pure bliss gracing her soft lips.  Emily felt
Kristin's warm fingers parting the folds of her pussy, she spread her knees
weakly, feeling the curls of her darling's soft hair sliding between her
thighs.
	"Suck my cunt... make love to me with your tongue" she whispered
feebly.
	Emily felt Kristin's lips kiss her wet slit slowly, amorously, felt
them brush against her budding clit.  She squealed, urging her on, feeling
the warmness of her soul seeping away...
	"Please... suck my pussy... quickly..." she begged with utter
abandonment
	Kristin's tongue slid past her pussy lips effortlessly, and Emily
found the strength to cry out as a sharp jolts coursed deep inside her. She
felt the last of her energy draining away, seeping as the juices flowed
from her open cunt, drenching Kristin's lovely face. Her eyes closed as she
lost herself in the heavenly sensations of her lover's worship of her
cunt... the orgasm detonated within her as would an exploding star.
	Kristin... my love... forever...
	Emily's thoughts jumbled and tumbled as she felt the darkness
wrapping around her... its cold arms engulfing her...

--End of part 1--