*Author's note: This is the end of Book 1. I'm eager for feedback!*
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Hannah's melancholy gave way to curiosity as Elizabeth led her deeper into the labyrinth beneath Bag End.
The morning had been a raucous orgy of flesh. The five girls woke together in the giant bed in Bag End and joyfully renewed the passion that had only abated the night before when sleep had forced itself upon them. Nicole had made good her promise to eat every pussy, and Hannah's legs were still weak from the endless orgasms the girls had shared since Ashley's return.
It was only after breakfast that malaise had set in: Dr. Wilcox had told the girls that they'd be returning home tomorrow morning. Stanley and Jenny we're going to be married this evening, and Dr. Wilcox decided that the the purpose of the visit to the island had been completed.
The end was coming so abruptly that Hannah was in shock. In the past week -- or two? -- she had discovered a new family and a new life that she never could have imagined before, and it was being ripped away. What would happen to Emily, Nicole, Ashley, and Elizabeth when they separated? Hannah was filled with anxiety and loneliness that was hard to suppress despite Elizabeth's giddiness.
"We're almost there," the brunette said for the hundredth time. She was a couple of inches shorter than Hannah, with wide, light-brown eyes and an infectious enthusiasm. The girls walked hand-in-hand through a maze of identical corridors beneath the faux Bag End dormitory where the friends had slept the night before. The passageways were worked stone and dimly lit by emergency lights spaced at intersections, which was fortunate because the girls had no light source with them -- or anything at all other than thin island slippers. The air underground was much cooler than the jungle above, and their nipples stood erect as their naked bodies huddled close together for warmth.
"How do you know where we're going?" Hannah asked. "What's down these other passages?"
Elizabeth said, "Empty rooms, doors, dead-ends. This place is huge." The entrance to the labyrinth was a plain, round, wooden door at the tail of Bag End that had opened easily enough, but the complex below had the feel of forbidden territory.
"It feels dormant," Hannah said. "Like its waiting for something."
Elizabeth shrugged. "Who knows. I've never seen anything move down here besides me, and Nicole when I brought her. I'm really glad you came." Nicole hadn't wanted to come down again and wasn't interested in seeing the door; she had goodbyes to make. Emily was occupied as student body president (basically getting her pussy licked by everyone she saw), and Ashley wasn't feeling strong enough. Her recent flight into the jungle seemed to have tempered her, even though she couldn't explain much about what had happened.
Hannah wasn't sure how far they walked, or in what direction, or for how long. Once again she wished for a watch, or even a piece of paper. The island's nakedness was for more than sex, it was part of the training. The helplessness. They walked a long time, and every corridor was mundane until they turned a final corner and Hannah caught her breath.
"No way," she said. The corridor died into a massive wall of raw stone engraved with a design in glowing silver. Hannah gingerly stretched out her hand to touch the smooth stone and trace the delicate lines.
"I told you!" Elizabeth said, grabbing Hannah around the waist. "I knew you'd like it. It's like that dwarf door in Lord of the Rings!"
"Elvish door, actually," Hannah said under her breath. The door was breathtakingly beautiful, and perfect in every detail she could remember from the illustration in Fellowship. Except... "The inscription is different, I think."
Elizabeth was practically hopping on her toes. "You can read it?" she asked.
"No." Hannah shook her head and took a deep breath. "Mell-ohn," she said to the door. Nothing happened.
"Mellon?" Elizabeth asked.
Hannah examined the design and leaned her head against the door. "In the book the door opened with a password, 'mellon', the Elvish word for friend. It was inscribed on the door, like a riddle. But this inscription is different."
The girls stared at the door and the silver light rippled over their bodies like moonlight through water. The air was much warmer here, and the girls were flush from their walk.
"You want to open it?" Elizabeth asked. "I just figured you'd want to see it." Hannah looked at her and watched the light dance on her skin in the dark. Her breathing sped up as she admired her naked friend in the arcane illumination. Elizabeth's nipples were hard at the tips of her c-cup breasts, and her bare pussy was so inviting...
Hannah blinked and turned back to the door, trying to take it all in. "In the center of the design it says 'Tol Eressea'," she pointed. "That's an island. We're on an island." Elizabeth followed her finger but said nothing. Her hands were suddenly on Hannah's waist, lightly teasing her hip bones. Hannah continued, "In the book, the password was at the top of the arch."
Hannah felt Elizabeth's breasts pressing into her back as Elizabeth slid her hands up and down the front of her body, from her thighs, over her hips, up her stomach, and then caressing her breasts. Hannah moaned and felt her knees go weak when Elizabeth began kissing her upper back. Elizabeth shuddered, took a deep breath, and then disengaged. Hannah turned around and saw her friend rubbing her face and breathing hard. Her skin was flushed and moisture glistened on her inner thighs from her dripping pussy. "What... what's going on?" Elizabeth asked.
Hannah leaned a hand against the door and steadied herself. Her legs were trembling and her pussy was throbbing. "I don't know," she said. "I feel like --" her words were cut off with a moan. Hannah's hand went to her pussy and found it sopping wet. Her clit was begging to be touched and she couldn't resist. She glanced at Elizabeth and saw the other girl rubbing her pussy as well.
Hannah tried to lower herself to the floor gently as her legs gave out. Her fingers had a mind of their own and sunk into her pussy as she moaned in pleasure. Her body ached for release, but something wasn't right. Hannah's fingers plunged in and out of her wetness, but she forced her eyes up to the arch.
"Av'osto," she read, struggling to pronounce the unknown Elvish words. "Tolo ar nin. Tolo govano ven." She saw Elizabeth laying on her back with her legs splayed wide open and her hand moving like a blur on her pussy in the silver light. Her cries echoed in the corridor and pushed Hannah closer to the edge, hardly noticing her own fingers inside herself.
"Elizabeth!" Hannah said between groans. "It's the door. Did this. Happen last time? You were here?" It was hard to focus. Her muscles were twitching and her pussy was burning for release. Somehow she thought she shouldn't give in.
"Noooo," Elizabeth said, screaming, struggling to breathe.
Hannah's palm smothered her clit while her fingers burrowed into her hot, sticky pussy. She threw her head back and screamed, writhing on the ground. She had to get control of herself! Elizabeth was rolling around on the floor next to her, wailing and clutching her pussy with both hands, her breasts squeezed together between her arms. Hannah sucked in her breath and pushed her legs together, trying to prevent her orgasm, or at least hold it off. Her throat was raw from the screams she couldn't contain and her abdomen was cramping from the contractions.
Suddenly Elizabeth arched her back up off the floor, lurching up onto her heels and the back of her neck in an impossible spasm, her mouth frozen open in a silent scream. Then, after a few seconds, her body seemed to collapse in on itself and she fell to the floor, kicking and flailing before finally curling into the fetal position with her hands buried between her legs. Her body kept twitching, but she was obviously unconscious in a puddle of her own juices..
