Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 10:28:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Anthony <actium31@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dearest Forevermore part 2

Dearest Forevermore - Part II

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 comments and feedback to actium31@yahoo.com. All of it 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.

Synopsis: Strange incidents are occurring at Streinhen castle, a German
Castle turned Inn on the banks of the Rhine; Emily is plagued by dreams
where she is ravished by a ghost who bears a striking resemblance to her
friend Liana...


	9. Awakening


	Curled up in a ball beneath the covers of the bed, Emily Bryden was
afraid to get up.

	She hugged one of the three pillows resting on the canopy bed,
clutching it against her body like an anxious child would a teddy bear. In
her mind, disturbing imagery flashed on and on incessantly. Closing her
eyes as hard as she could, she tried thinking of something else. But the
thoughts continued to taunt her, and the heat radiating from her sensitive
box served as a cruel reminder of the very real hold they had on her. She
felt tears of desperation rise up, but she somehow could not bring herself
to let it all out.

	She eventually roused from the bed, walking about aimlessly on the
carpeted floor, her solitary sulking darkening her mood further. She spared
a glance at Liana's undisturbed bed, and felt sudden pangs of worry and
confusion squeeze her heart. Emily had the strangest feeling, like
something had happened to her.

	As much as she didn't want to confront the strange dreams that had
haunted her throughout the night, she still very much wanted to make sure
that the central figure in all of them was safe and sound. Surely there
were no sexual implications in that, were there?

	Emily left for the bathroom and showered very briefly, as if the
mere fact of her nakedness might spur more of the strange urges and
feelings she was attempting ignore. She made sure the water was cold, and
fought to stay under the icy stream as if it could wash away all of her
dark, sensuous thoughts. Much to her chagrin, she felt a brief rush of
arousal as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, water
dripping from her curvaceous body, nipples stiff from the frigid
temperature of the shower.

	She instantly chastised herself, wresting with that elusive part of
her subconscious which had signaled her body to react with pleasure at the
sight of her nudity.

	I must be loosing my mind, she thought.

	Minutes later, Emily strode into the suite, and sat on her bed,
wrapped in a silk, navy-blue kimono. She stared blankly at the window and
the green hills beyond it. It was ten, perhaps eleven in the morning, and
sounds from the busy medieval town in the valley below reached the top of
the cliff where Streinhen castle rested. Emily carefully stepped into that
dangerous part of her mind which contained her memories of last night,
thinking hard of that last moment when she was fully aware and conscious.

	Her eyes wandered to the desk beside the window where she
remembered reading the diary. And there did the old book, with its
brownish, musty cover, sit.

	She shivered involuntarily, and fought the urge to panic. 'Its only
a book', she repeated in her mind over and over. Yet the memory of how it
had drawn her into the dreamtime was surfacing, and with it fear and
incomprehension.

	The white candle which had burned next to it had melted down to a
fraction of an inch, a hardened puddle creamy wax now resting on the
varnished surface. Emily's eyes shifted between it and the diary with
mixture of dread and frustration. She felt thorn between getting to the
bottom of the mystery which had so disrupted her life, and retreating to
the safety of the castle lobby, filled with plenty of modern-day, real-life
tourists who had nothing to do with ghosts and outrageously libidinous
dreams.

	Emily sighed heavily, trying to exorcise her fear in a single long
breath, assembled her courage, stood up and walked over the desk. She
reached for the diary hesitantly, opened it and began quickly flipping the
pages. She punctuated her glimpses through the worn yellowing pages with
long glances outside the window, hoping to shake any influence the book
might have on her frail psyche by concentrating on something else every
couple of seconds. But it quickly became evident that daylight chased away
any such power the diary might have, and Emily found she could easily look
away from the ancient scribbling whenever she wished. Furthermore, no
strange apathy came over her. Moments later, she began flipping frantically
though the personal journal, desperately searching for answers.



	10. Kristin's Diary entries


	Anna, oh sweet beautiful Anna, how I long for thee! Those few
precious moments during the Barons' feast, where we managed to elude our
respective sentries to share a blissful embrace! I kissed thee, kissed
every part of thy lovely body, and still thirsted for more! How can I live
without knowing such pleasure everyday and every night? I have no choice
but to crave thee, crave thy soft touch in every waking moment of my
loveless, unhappy existence! Why does Father pursue his vendetta against
thy family? Why did my heart find such love, and deny me the right to live
it freely, under the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars? Why must I
suffer thus?



	Father was wounded yesterday by vile retainers of Count Schtaffen
who had cornered him while he hunted for sport with his usual entourage. He
has professed vengeful oaths anew, to destroy the Count's whole family
line, words which have only drowned my heart with further sorrow. Dear
Father, how I love thee, but please do not pierce my heart with the sword
that would fall upon my pretty Anna!



	I feat Brother Hilmund has begun to suspect strange goings on
between our house and Schtaffen's, and I fear that he might be onto the
secret I share with Anna. Precautions must I now take that this record of
my most secret thoughts be not discovered by prying eyes. I have kept this
diary in a safe place, but prudence counsels that I remove it to another
safe place as the seasons change. God forbid he summons my Father to voice
concerns real or imagined!


	Sweetest, most consuming of passions! A kiss from thine lips, Sweet
Anna, is enough to rouse me from death's embrace and fill my heart with
incandescent joy like the phoenix which rises from the ashes at the moment
of rebirth! Though the master of the guards appointed by Father sought my
person for a day, he will not speak of my momentary vanishing after I have
instructed him so. Surely the threat of my Father's wrath at having lost
his precious daughter in a street full of commoners is enough incentive to
keep that secret to the grave. If only he knew what pleasures I partook in
his absence, if only he suspected the joy his dereliction has bought for
me, thought furtive and ephemeral it felt to my restless, loving heart!
Anna, I would risk the entire world for an hour at thy beside!



	I have tasted and kissed thee, Anna, but wish above all to hold
thee in my arms, hold thee as man holds wife, with love and contentment!
Rumors of an impending visit by questing knights in search of brides to
marry fill my soul with dread, but a look in thine eyes chases all away,
replacing it with hope for a future hat must be shared, if need be, in
secret. I pray that none will come to my Father's door, claiming
hospitality and the hand of maidens to carry off to their lands. I pray for
a continuation of our love, eternal as the flow of the Styx, the rising of
the sun, and the shining light of quixotic moon in the cloudless night sky.



	Cruel Fate! Cruel Destiny, Chance and Circumstance! A fortnight
ago, a man clad in armor and bearing the sword and standard of the Heimdall
line shouted for servants to accommodate him after a night's ride from
Boerhen. Seeking an audience with my Father, he forthwith demanded the
right for my hand, in accordance to the Germanic tradition, providing proof
of his line's ascendancy over numerous baronies and villages stretching
from the banks of the Rhine to the Frankish lands. Father has agreed, on
conditions that remain unknown to me, and I have since exiled myself in my
chambers, refusing admittance to all but lowly servants.



	Father is upset, and I can sense an ominous nervousness in those
few servants who bring me food, and beg for me to acquiesce to his
demands. I fear that my days may grow short indeed, but I cannot will my
heart to cease loving Anna anymore than I can agree to marry this beastly
man who seems to thrive of murder and blood, suffer his invasions upon my
person or spawn his sons into this world.




	Emily reached the last page of writing, all of the rest unadorned
by the Germanic writing. She pondered the meaning of the few entries she
had just read with apprehension, the unmistakable ominous tone of the final
entries arousing worry. There was a fleeting impression as she gazed upon
the pages once more, as if she were remembering elements of an old fairy
tale she had heard as a child. Somehow, part of her mind told her she knew
the details of this strange tale, though she could not readily summon a
specific memory of it.

	She blinked in a heartbeat, perplexed as she focused on the last
line of writing in the diary. Suddenly, the awareness came that every word
on the page was transcribed in medieval German.

	In a quick motion, Emily snapped the old book shut. The heavy thump
echoed in the large suite, and a dusty smell filled her nostrils. She threw
it back violently upon her bed, and took deep breaths, trying not to
hyperventilate. Strange dreams, weird tales of Gothic lesbian affairs,
seemingly ancient diaries written in arcane tongues-yet easily readable by
21st century contemporaries... it was all too much.

	She looked about, cursing inwardly for the hundredth time and
wondering where Liana had gone!

	She reached for her suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes with sudden
and furious energy. Though shy of nature, Emily Bryden prided herself on
being able to exert a surprising force of character when the situation
called for it.

	One way or another, she was going to get to the bottom of all of
this.



	11. Ghost Tales


	Emily caught sight of the tour guide standing nonchalantly the Inn
lobby, and signaled him at once with a gesture of the hand. He waited
patiently while she joined him, next to a stone support column which rose
and vanished up into the high stone ceiling above.

	"What can I do for you miss...?" the guide asked, with a hint of
recognition that Emily knew went back to their own visit of the battlements
two days earlier. He paid attention to the fact that the woman wore a dark
green wrap skirt and a snow-white shirt with supple cuffs, chastely
buttoned up to the collar. He could not help but paused briefly to admire
her beauty, her blond hair tied back in a simple but stylish knot, her
shapely figure graceful and poised. But her delicate features were marred
by a disarming look of worry that found its purest manifestation in the
deep blue of her pretty eyes.

	"Bryden" she stated simply, in guise of introduction. She stared at
him resolutely, but her embarrassment was clear when she resorted to a
hushed tone. "I was wondering if there's ever been reports of... strange
events occurring in the castle?"

	He looked at her mutely for a moment, scrutinizing
her. "Uhh... define 'strange'" he whispered, his voice uncertain.

	Emily sighed, and resigned herself to a more direct
approach. "I... heard rumors that this was a haunted castle. Two tourists
were talking about this incident that transpired here in 1967 or
something..."

	"I'm afraid I haven't heard anything of the sort in all my years
here Miss Bryden."

	Emily mustered up all the disappointment she could and let it rise
up in her eyes as she pouted. The man's discomfort at disappointing the
young woman was immediately, painfully evident.

	"Ah," he quickly added, "Well... although I don't *personally* know
of any strange happenings here, I know of a local legend which finds its
origin in a tragedy which took place at the beginning of the fourteenth
century."

	Emily's eyes betrayed her sudden, grave interest. Her hands clasped
the man's arms urgently. "What tragedy?!"

	Passing tourists turned their heads towards them while the echo of
her exited voice traveled down the corridor.

	"Uhm, you understand" the guide began, his voice still hushed,
"that the details are sketchy at best, since reliable accounts have been
either destroyed, damaged or lost through the centuries. The gist of it,
however, is that the daughter of Markwald Streinhen, the most powerful
robber baron of the region, died in unfortunate circumstances, sometime in
1305."

	Emily swallowed hard. Her mind worked furiously, one part assessing
the truth of the story the diary had partially revealed, the other thinking
back to her thoughts and impressions in the dreams that haunted her nights.

	"What kind of unfortunate circumstances?" she said, pressing the
guide.

	The man's eyebrows shot up, conveying his bewilderment at her
apparent agitation. "Some surviving records imply that a knight who had
sworn allegiance to an enemy of the Streinhen family may have killed her
purposefully, but that seems doubtful since Marlwald was the most
established and powerful local authority of the region at that time. Moreso
even than the old Count Schtaffen, who was his chief rival. In fact,
historians believe that this story refers to the murder of the Count's
daughter, not Markwald's. The former was old and frail, and evidence
suggests the murder of his daughter may have been carried out at
Streinhen's behest."

	Emily's whisper was like the cold breeze on an icy lake. "Anna..."

	The guide nodded curtly, his eyes gazing to the firm grip she held
on his arm. "Yes, Anna Schtaffen... you have studied the local history
then?"

	Emily fired back with a question of her own. "Kristin... Kristin
Streinhen was the daughter of Markwald, wasn't she?"

	"Yes, that is correct."

	"How did she die?"

	The man frowned as Emily's hands squeezed his arm desperately.

	"It is believed that she threw herself from the East Tower and into
the precipice below. Since then, popular myths have propagated stories of
her ghostly presence within the castle walls."

	Emily Bryden nodded curtly and finally relinquished her hold on his
arm, obviously shaken by his response. He began mouthing some kind of an
apology as he rubbed the sore limb, but she merely gave him a stunned look
and silently strolled off, her hands dangling loosely to her sides.




	12. Searching


	Liana had pulled a perfect disappearing act.

	Emily would have been fuming had she not been so concerned for her
friend's life. The guide's words were an forbidding omen, a tale that rang
true in her mind and soul. On a very basic, almost unconscious level, she
hardly even questioned the possibility of having fallen, along with her
friend, under the spell of a ghost intent on toying or using them. The
rational part of her mind, which began at once to attempt to figure out
where Liana might have gone, concluded that it was best to operate on the
assumption that she *wasn't* going mad, just in case there was, in fact, a
ghost haunting the castle.

	In her heart, a more serious battle raged. Buried beneath the fear
and worries stirred a strange, fascinatingly new perspective; a key had
turned in a locked door, and it had opened ever so slightly. Emily Bryden
has banished the thoughts from her mind consistently, but they just seemed
to crop up in her mind again and again. she could not deny the reality of
her multiple climaxes in the last two nights, no more than she could ignore
the acute sensitivity of her breasts, thighs, pussy - practically her whole
body. But the truth of her sudden, hidden yearnings seemed too shameful a
concept to sustain prolonged scrutiny in her own mind.

	As she attempted to draw information from the castle gatekeeper who
had seen Liana drive off in the rented car that very morning, as she
quizzed the morning busboys and waiters in the dinner hall for clues as to
her friend's destination, Emily fought not to think about those enthralling
nights past, of their unreal yet exciting quality... when she had
experienced the soft, intimate touch of another person

	She had been certain of her instinctive distaste of male
companionship, but the absolute bliss she had experienced in dreamtime now
pointed to a new path. If the focus of her search for Liana was aimed at
warning her of the dangers of staying in Streinhen, and of initiating
immediate departure from the premises for another place to reside in for
the night, then why was her heart pounding faster every time she visualized
her friend's face? Why was a subtle current running up her legs, converging
in her womb, sending delicious, forbidden thrills through her body, making
her sigh despite herself?

	All avenues save the involvement of the Hotel and police personnel
were exhausted by mid-afternoon, the staff wondering if she wasn't loosing
her mind after she had questioned a sizable lot of them on anything from
her friend's whereabouts to the possibility of the castle grounds being
haunted. Emily retreated into a lobby, defeated, and slumped in a cozy
leather chair, feeling the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

	She felt isolated, alone, and powerless... turbulent emotions
raging inside her... struggling to breach the surface of her quiet,
reserved facade.

	"No!" Emily hissed to herself, alone in the richly decorated
salon. She breathed deeply, focused on the moment, and felt strength and
determination flooding back within her. Her arms clasped around her
shoulders as she hugged herself for comfort. This situation called for firm
resolve, and she was bent on to living up to her untapped potential.

	She made for the main Hotel lobby, next to the administrative
offices. Once there, she called a clerk and requested that reservations for
two be made for a nightly stay at the Hotel Richtoffen, roughly twenty
seven miles downstream from the castle.

	"Certainly madam," the clerk responded, in perfect English. "May I
ask for what day?"

	"Miss, actually" Emily snapped, sharper than she intended. "Reserve
for tonight. I'll be leaving as soon as my friend arrives, hopefully before
nightfall."

	The dark-haired man's expression grew troubled. "But surely Miss
has heard the reports?"

	Emily gave him a blank look.

	He frowned, his bushy eyebrows coming together. "A bad storm will
be hitting the whole region before sundown-a regional warning has been
issued. With muddy, unlit country roads between here and Richtoffen, it
would be extremely dangerous to drive."

	Emily fought for control of herself and succeeded, her facade
remaining untroubled. She slowly turned, in a rigid sort of way which the
clerk found a bit upsetting, and walked away without saying another word.




	13. Stormy horizons


	The whole sky was ablaze with blue lightning by 5 PM. All shutters
in halls and suites were closed, except in the newly renovated sitting room
of the West wing, which had a thick panoramic window that could easily
withstand the high winds and torrential downpours, offering a spectacular
sight. Emily had crawled into a heavy black leather chair not unlike the
one in the lobby, facing the large pane of glass and the gloomy rage of the
elements beyond. She still nursed the same drink, one hour after a waiter
had brought it to her.

	Outside, under a dark sky, wind blew fiercely and rain poured down
violently upon the forested valley below. For the thousandth time, she
glanced towards the large outside corridor -- the main hallway that lead to
the luxury suites Liana would have to pass through in order to get back to
their shared accommodations. For the thousandth time she sighed in
desperation.

	The situation outside was becoming truly bleak. Emily began to
wonder if anyone could drive back to the castle in this kind of
weather. Maybe Liana was hurt, or stuck on a road somewhere. Where had she
gone?

	Maybe she wasn't coming back.

	Emily chastised herself for her dreary thoughts. This place, with
its gothic charm turned threatening, was truly beginning to get to her. She
had been psyching up for another night in Streinhen, but she had problems
handling the idea of Liana being hurt or gone.

	If only she could show up, Emily thought, it would almost be enough
for me to spend a restful night.

	Though the possibility of disturbing dreams haunting her had
worried her greatly this morning, it was nothing compared to finding out
that something had happened to her childhood friend.

	She curled as the heat of a blazing fireplace nearby reached her
and provided some comfort, her eyes still travelling back and forth between
window and corridor. After a while, she motioned a waiter, ordered a second
martini, and then changed her mind, asking for a triple shot of brandy.

	The sitting room remained uncharacteristically deserted for the
next two hours, as blackness seemed to engulf the valley, occasionally
punctured by streaks of electrical fire striking down from the wrathful
heavens.



	14. A love greater than dreams


	Emily made her way to the suite, slightly drunk and very
worried. The ambient air felt oppressive to her, as if the cold humidity of
the outside made it difficult to breathe. The door to the room loomed
ominously, but she had finally exhausted all of her patience as the hour
struck eleven PM. Alcohol sat heavily in her otherwise empty stomach; she
had lost her appetite sometime after breakfast this morning.

	All she could think about was Liana.

	She entered the suite, closed the door behind her and hesitated
before locking it, as if it might keep Liana outside in case she
returned. She leaned forward, in the darkness of her surroundings, her
forehead resting against wood.

	She began to weep.

	It was some time before she noticed the gentle glow that barely
illuminated the antique room, but she grew rigid the moment she did and
instantly spun around, her heart pounding frantically. The light came from
a single candle on the desk, in all ways identical to the one that had
burned itself out the night before. Shadows danced on the wall closest to
her, but she couldn't see clearly through the penumbra, beyond the circle
of light.

	Her heart jumped into her throat when her eyes, growing used to the
dark, focused upon it.

	The shadow laid upon Liana's canopy bed, resting back on stuffed
pillows. Emily quickly wiped the tears of grief from her eyes as turbulent
emotions cascaded inside her: fear and relief fought for control.

	"Li-Liana?" she asked, in a shaky voice.

	The candle flickered and glowed brighter for a second while the
name hung in the air, and darkness seemed to withdraw just enough for Emily
to accurately glimpse the reclined form of her friend, under a thin bed
sheet. She noted the soft curves and outlines of her female shape through
the hugging, flimsy white material, while something inside her stirred.

	The playful giggle she heard from the shadow had a strange
resonance to it. Then, the unmistakable sound of Liana's voice, speaking in
husky tone and with the trace of an undetermined accent, reached Emily's
ears.

	"I fell asleep waiting for you..."

	"Liana," Emily interjected nervously, "Where have you been? We have
to leave this hotel right now!"

	Thunder and lightning exploded outside, filling the room with
streaks of blue light which flashed through the cracks of wooden blinds
behind the window and glowed menacingly against the opposite wall. The
cavernous echo, resonating half a second later, made Emily jump. The light
of the candle almost flickered out, as if an unseen, unfelt gust of wind
had attempted to snuff it out.

	"Why do a thing like that?" Liana asked, with a trace of what might
have been amusement.

	Emily's heart was galloping inside her, her blood racing madly
through her veins. "We have to" she implored, while alarms bell rang in her
head. "This place isn't safe for us."

	Her frustration grew intense, and brought her a step closer to
panic. She was suddenly acutely aware of how silly her 'evidence' would
sound to another's ears, yet one look across the room was enough to fill
her with anxiety. But other feelings were struggling inside her... with
fear came the dim awareness of powerful emotions rousing themselves once
again.

	As if reading her thoughts, Liana's arm crept out of the shadows
and ran deftly over the empty space beside her. "Mmmmmm... why don't you
join me in bed instead? I always wanted to make love while a thunderstorm
raged outside... it would be soooo romantic..."

	Emily felt butterflies in her stomach, and swallowed hard despite
her parched throat. Strength left her legs for a moment, and a flurry of
wicked through penetrated into her conscious mind. She pictured herself in
the large bed... Liana's soft naked body pressing against her own... and
could only shake away the compelling vision by shaking her head from side
to side. Her erect nipples brushed against the material of her bra and
shirt, while a wet spot appeared on her skirt, some of its loose folds
caught between her long legs.

	The invitation seemed so natural and innocent... what would it be
like to making love to another woman? To hold her and touch her, not in a
short-lived dream but in the present reality?

	The fearful part of Emily's being reasserted control instantly, and
she took a step back, trying not to succumb to the powerful urges. Her
breathing became short and rapid and her eyes were shifting tensely about.

	"Don't leave, Anna my love,... you know as well as I that you don't
really want to..."

	Emily tried to pry her eyes away from the bed as Liana propped
herself on her elbows, emerging from the dark like a siren. Soft
candlelight bathed her in a warm glow, a sight which suddenly punched right
thought to Emily's longing heart. The slim bed sheet fell to one side,
revealing the contour of her friend's soft, naked breast. Strands of
Liana's beautiful, long crimson hair fell around it, but Emily found
herself most fascinated by the powerful, unearthly gleam shining in her
friend's haunting eyes.

	"My... name... is..." Emily stammered, her mind filled with
strange, eerie thoughts. She wasn't even sure of her name anymore, as if
Liana's voice was enough to fill her with doubt. A strange force was
whisking away her identity, but that was quickly becoming unimportant to
her. What only mattered where the feelings she had long harbored for her
beautiful companion. Her hands clenching into fists, and it suddenly
occurred to her how sweaty her palms were getting. Her stiff nipples
yearned for attention, her dripping pussy begging for release... thoughts
twirled in her mind, making it harder and harder for her to concentrate.

	"Anna... please... come to me..." the seductress whispered from the
bed, with a sultry edge to her voice.

	Emily merely moaned, disoriented and extremely aroused.

	"Anna..."

	Emily haltingly repeated the name, like a child learning to
read... "Ann... Anna... Anna..."

	The covers flipped away and Liana arose, serenely crawling over to
the corner of the large bed on her hand and knees, like a cat nearing its
unsuspecting prey. Emily did her best to remain in place, but appeared
drunk and unable to stand motionless. Her hands were trembling and her eyes
were frozen upon the bewitching spectacle of Liana's nude form emerging
completely from the darkness, the glow of the candle making her smooth skin
appear golden.

	"Why don't you come over here... sit beside me..." Liana urged the
woman tenderly, her enthralling voice slowly drawing Emily further into
complete submission. "You know you want to Anna... you've yearned for it
for so long..."

	Emily's eyes continued to roam across the gentle curves of Liana's
feminine body, examining the abundance of her hair -- now falling far down
her back - and the firmness of her orbed breasts... her wanton desire for
the Liana was like that of a vampire emerging from century-old torpor, a
deep craving left unsatisfied for centuries...

	"Kristin..." Emily whispered feebly.

	It came out almost like a plea, a timid cry for help from a young
and delirious little girl.  It brought a wicked smile to Liana's lips... to
whoever or whatever now resided inside her body and orchestrated this
extraordinary, sensual seduction. But it hardly mattered any more, it was
all irrelevant... Emily was unable to look or run away. She stood
transfixed, reduced to a quivering, lustful reflection of her own repressed
urges... She was fighting a part of herself, but knew deep down that she
couldn't and didn't want to win.

	Liana's lecherous grin grew as she positioned herself at the edge
of the bed, kneeling upon the mattress, her ass an inch above her ankles,
her thighs far apart. Her hand idly slid down her smooth belly, towards the
dark triangle of her bush.

	Emily gasped in surprise when she felt the ethereal, erotic caress
of the invisible hand through her skirt and panties.

	Liana other sighed in response to her quarry's
panting. "There... doesn't it feel good? Just as it did during our long
nights together... when kisses and caresses that expressed our love in ways
words could not?"

	Emily's knees came together promptly, but the sensations were
unrelenting. She felt the gentle hand cupping and stroking her flooding
pussy, the rhythm of its lewd caress matching the movement of Liana's arm
as she masturbated herself up on the bed.

	Liana bobbed up and down, her thighs parted, her naked form arching
as she pleasured herself with rising, consuming rhythm. Her breasts shifted
as she moved, nipples protruding. The throaty moan which arose from deep
inside her was joined by Emily's own lustful response, a passionate,
inarticulate cry of complete surrender. Liana smirked contently at the
realization of her absolute control upon the woman, while her fingers
parted the slick, pink folds of her labia. She brought the other hand down,
taking the time to wet her fingers with her own juices before caressed her
budding clit.

	Emily instantly lost her footing and fell on the floor hard as the
sharp, electric sensations exploded inside her own pussy. "Ugggghhh!
Ohhhhh! Ohhhh God!!"

	Her body quaked fiercely as Liana continued to ravish her through
this mystical, unfathomable fashion, and her fists clenched, nails digging
into palms, while pure throbs of raw pleasure coursed deep through her
entire being. Her long skirt was hiked up, her slender thighs spread wide,
her chest raising and falling with her frantic breathing. Her white panties
were soaked through, and appeared almost transparent as they tightly
covered her soaking slit. Emily looked up to the nude figure Liana, still
kneeling on the bed above her like a sapphic queen in all her fearsome
beauty, and felt the last remnants of doubt, fear and resistance vanish as
the titanic orgasm loomed.

	Liana simply moaned as she herself neared climax. With both hands
now working furiously, one spreading her pussy lips while the other pumped
fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, she looked down at her helpless
prey driven mad with lust, and cried out as she crossed the threshold.

	Both women screamed as one when the climax overtook them. Liana's
back arched impossibly, her heavy breasts thrusting upwards, nipples hard
as marble. Her thighs shook violently while the rumbling orgasm rose inside
her like a tremendous, overflowing fountain. On the floor, Emily's hips
bucked forcefully while she thrust her head back, eyes glued shut while the
fantastic eruption of ecstasy overpowered all other sensations for seconds
which seemed to stretch on to infinity.

	The air was filled with the smell of hot, wet pussy, the mutual
orgasm refusing to subside. Emily's world seemed to shatter under the
strain, and she finally collapsed on the floor, her sweat-soaked shirt
sticking to her hot skin. She was delirious with joy, and privy to a new,
irrefutable truth which had come to her in the fiery instant that had
preceded the pinnacle of sexual pleasure she was tumbling down from. The
tremors had not yet left her weak legs, nor had the throbbing deep inside
her soaked cunt. She now yearned for Liana with all of her being, and her
body demanded more. She very slowly picked herself up from the floor, still
quivering, her face now a reflection of pure lust and love like she had
never experienced before. In a swift motion she took off her shirt, and
deftly reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it all fall to the
floor like discarded trash. Her beautiful tits hung free in the night air,
her fair skin flushed in the wake of the incredible climax..

	Liana beamed in the wake of the glorious orgasm they had both
shared as women, and she gracefully sat back into the warm, soft covers of
the bed, her eyes never leaving Emily. Her legs shifted under her and came
to rest forward while she laid back, arms resting to her sides. Her bosom
was still heaving, and the beautiful mounts of her breasts, slick with
sweat, rose and fell in the dancing shadows of the flickering candlelight.

	She closed her eyes, and a blissful smile adorned her sweet face,
but it grew even as Emily walked over to the bedside and her gentle hands
reached out to caress Liana's tits. It was as if she could see her through
closed eyelids, and regarded Emily's gesture as a foreseeable
inevitability. She sighed approvingly as she felt Emily's fingertips stroke
her breasts, rubbing the perspiration that pooled between them back into
her sensitive skin. She could *feel* Emily's fascination with the twin orbs
of exquisite, firm flesh through her curious, deliberately slow touch, and
finally opened her changed deep-blue eyes to gaze into Emily's.

	She was leaning over Liana, close to the edge of the bed. Her skirt
hung loosely around her round hips, as if desperately hanging
on. Abandoning her sensual exploration of Liana's bosom, Emily straightened
up, brought her hands to her sides and deftly slipped her skirt and panties
off in a single motion. They fell to her ankles, forgotten, and she stood
above Liana in all her glory, a naked priestess on the bedside of her
amorous Goddess. With sensual grace, she calmly, willingly climbed into
bed, the excitement of her immediate urges tempered by the cognizance of
her boundless love for the other woman.

	"Anna... my sweet, beautiful Anna..." Liana whispered in an
other-worldly voice, shifting on the pliant mattress to accommodate the
other as she came to rest, laying on her left side, the two facing each
other.

	Emily felt the soft caress of her friend's hot breath upon her
cheek, oblivious to her slip of the name. A tremendous rush of anticipation
swelled inside her as she felt Liana's hands reaching out to stroke her
arm, up and around the shoulder, and delicately down the curve of her right
breast. Her magical touch sent ripples of pleasure as she fondled Emily,
delicately pinching her nipple while she continued to blow softly upon her
cheek.

	Liana's hand left Emily's breast and reached out, sliding around
the woman's upper waist. It wandered lower for a moment, clasping the taut
flesh of Emily's buttocks, before sliding up again and pulling their bodies
together. They both shifted to accommodate each other, their long and
lithesome legs becoming intertwined as the rest of their firm bodies
pressed against each other. Emily's excitement rose sharply as Liana's
delicious, naked form came into contact with her own, the heat in her cunt
becoming unbearable once again. Liana's mouth hovered still inches away
from her face, the warm, sweet breath brushing against her sensitive skin,
the most tender and loving caress she had ever experienced.

	Her eyes lost themselves into the ocean blue of Liana's, and she
knew then that they were about to shake the deepest, most passionate kiss
ever. Longing swelled inside her as Liana's full, sensual lips parted
leisurely, their mouths coming closer.

	This was no dream, no fancy of the imagination, this was
reality... she was about to kiss another woman...

	Liana's red lips were shining in the glow of the candlelight, her
moist tongue running over them an instant before she planted the first,
fiery kiss upon Emily's waiting, hungry mouth. She broke off immediately,
leaving a slight smear of lipstick and saliva upon Emily's lips, hiding
behind a lascivious grin. The burning inside her wet cunt intensified as
Liana drew near again and stuck out her tongue, and gently licked Emily's
upper lip, leaving another trail of hot saliva.

	She was deliberately slow in her stirring, passionate exploration,
and Emily trembled excitedly in her arms while Liana continued to plant
soft kisses upon her lips, her tongue darting out lewdly, deliberately
allowing her lover to taste another woman. After long moments, Emily
snapped out of the numbness that had accompanied that first, magical
moment, and parted her own lips, focusing on the burning passion that
consumed her as their mutual communion unfolded. Her nostrils flared at the
scents floating about in the room, at the sweet fragrance of Liana's
perfumed body, mixed with the pungent smell of female arousal.

	Liana's slick tongue snaked deep into her mouth for the first time,
and she savored her taste fully. Her own fervent tongue rose up, caressing
Liana's with fervent passion. Then, Liana seemed to retreat, drawing forth
Emily's exploring organ into her own mouth. Their mouths parted wide, the
kiss now blossoming into a deep French kiss, their hot tongues sliding
against each other in an act of reciprocal lesbian worship.

	It was all too much for Emily, whose body began to quake as the
kiss intensified. She had never conceived of the notion of a spontaneous
orgasm, but the incredible eroticism of that simple act was enough to fill
her heart and soul with such desire as to ignite a colossal climax. She
lost herself in the moment, her sensual exploration of Liana's mouth
turning into lustful, unbridled probing, even as shattering cascades of
pleasure racked inside her.

	She was falling in love, utterly, completely, with Liana, with
Kristin, with whoever else she wished to become. Emily was hers, she was
Emily's, and nothing else in the universe mattered.

	Emily broke the kiss as the titanic orgasm dwindled, now a weak and
trembling woman in the arms of her lover. She gasped for air, her brain
still burning with the memory of intense passion, and sighed in contentment
as she felt Liana's comforting embrace, like a daughter in the arms of her
mother.

	"Kristin... oh Kristin..." Emily whispered feebly, her thoughts
mingling furiously. "I don't want to be alone again... I never want to
loose you again..."

	"Shhh" hushed the woman in her arms, "I'm here now, sweet
Anna... nothing can stand between us..."

	"Nothing" repeated Emily, staring intensely into the other's
eyes. The love she saw in them, reflecting back to her as she lay in her
bed, magically replenished her heart with almost painful longing. She
planted a soft kiss on 'Kristin's' lips, closing her eyes as if the
beautiful sight of her would drive her mad with rekindled passion.

	Moments passed while she drifted in the aftermath of
bliss. Suddenly, she felt dimly aware of her lover's soft locks of crimson
hair between her thighs. Kristin's deft hands had slid under her firm
buttocks, cradling Emily's ass like she would a child.

	"Kristin..." Emily pleaded at once, unaware that she had used the
'wrong' name, "please... let me... I haven't even made love to you yet..."

	Kristin raised her head from between Emily's legs, a loving,
amorous gaze in her eyes.

	The bewitching voice stirred passion deep inside her. "You have
made love to me already my dear Anna... forgive me... I have longed for you
for so long... I've wanted to hold you and to taste you for so
long... please let me... allow me... I want to make you come again and
again... I want you to pleasure unlike anything you have ever known
before..."

	Tears of joy shimmered in Emily's eyes as she heard the ardent
testimony of Kristin's love, a love so powerful and consuming that she
cared only for Emily/Anna, and not for herself. Her heart filled with
longing, but also with a deeper understanding of the growing, intimate bond
she shared with this woman

	"Then take freely, dearest Kristin... take of me that I my love for
you may pierce the heavens... that I may lavish the same upon you when you
have tasted of my essence ..."

	Emily closed her eyes, her head resting back on the soft pillow,
her knees raising and parting ever so slightly to accommodate her
lover. She felt her wetness seeping from her cunt, and shivered eagerly in
expectation of the wonderful experience she was about to have.

	The feel of Kristin's breath upon her bare pussy alone was enough
to drive her wild, and she began moaning at once. For interminable seconds,
she felt possessed by the enthralling sensation, and began shifting on the
bed, trying to shake off her aroused frustration. She kept her hands
rigidly to her sides, in an effort not to interfere with Kristin's sensual
game.

	She peeked through barely-open eyelids and saw the rich mane of
crimson lowering between her legs. She trembled as she felt Kristin's mouth
kiss her slit for the first time, and her moans were replaced by a low,
horny growl.

	Kristin was as slow in her exploration of Emily's pussy as she had
been earlier. She planted soft kisses on and around the full, pink lips of
Emily's wet folds, taking the time to lick and savor her juices as her
adroit tongue slid inside her cunt.

	"Hmmm..." Emily whispered encouragingly, "Don't... stop..."

	She was engrossed by the wonderful sensations which fluttered up,
inside her belly and throughout her body. It was as if she were floating up
in the air, out of her own body. Kristin continued to kiss her more and
more daringly, her mouth mashing over her cunt as if kissing another
woman's face. Soon, the teasing intrusions of Kristin's tongue had her
panting and begging.

	"Ohhhh... ohhh... yesssss... Lick my pussy,
love... please... please... faster... fassssteeeer"

	Kristin's became more audacious in her impassioned probing of
Emily's pussy. With abandon, she began sucking at her erect clit, and Emily
cried out at once, "Yes!! YES!!!!!"

	She alternated, one moment thrusting her tongue deep inside Emily's
cunt, partaking of her deepest female essence, her saliva mixing with the
juices to form a delicious, wondrous elixir, only to then return to her
protruding clit. In short order, Kristin had Emily begging for release, her
hands pressing down as if to bury her cuntlicker face deeper in her
throbbing, hot pussy.

	"Please... uhh... uhh... don't... stuh... stop... uhh... uhh
ohhhhh!!!!!"

	The orgasm came upon her fast and furious. Kristin pursed her lips
and sucked on Emily's clit avidly, while her lover's legs held fast around
her neck, as if to keep her head in place. Emily's hips shook
wildly. Kristin's hands were still on Emily's buttocks, steadying her as
she continued to shake and scream, drenching her face with more of girl
cum. Avidly, she began lapping it up, her tongue thrusting deep inside
Emily's pussy, provoking another orgasm... and another... and another

	Death did not come for Emily as it had in the disturbing dreams
which had visited her in the past nights, only the kind embrace of Morpheus
and the delightful feeling of her darling's warm body snuggled against her
own. She fell asleep, exhausted, and dreamed nothing save the image of her
lover's beautiful, haunting face...

Kristin's... Liana's... Kristin's... Liana's...


-- End of Part two. Stay tuned for part 3... --