Author's Notes:
This story is erotic fantasy, set in a world of magic. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this work, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Darkniciad 2000-2007
The sexual situations in this story will be far ranging, and may prove disturbing to some readers. Please be warned that the villains of the story are really evil, and the things they do are not glossed over, or toned down.
I will take a moment to note that there is an M/M scene at the end of this part of the story.
I make use of modern weights and measures quite often in my work, because those are the weights and measures of my fantasy world. I know many fantasy readers prefer more archaic terms, and I hope those readers can overlook my use of miles, feet, and other such measures.
You really need to read the previous parts of the story to know the characters and the storyline. This tale follows Danica in her day-to-day adventures, with the greater plot emerging slowly at first. Think of it more as a serial than a novel, and you'll be in the right mindset.
This is an edited version of this tale, making use of what I've learned since starting to post at Literotica, and the services of my tireless editor, Roust Writer.
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Danica awoke that morning to Celes shaking her. She came to very slowly, the exhaustion, which had drained her completely, reluctant to release her.
Seeing Danica rousing, Celes asked, "Are ye alright dearie? I've been tryin' ta wake ye fer hours now. Ye've been sleepin' like the dead."
"I'm alright," Danica replied, moving to sit up. She made a face, feeling her panties and dress sticking to her skin.
"Let's get them off ye dearie," Celes urged, and helped Danica out of the soiled clothing. She then fetched a washbasin, which Danica used to clean up, and then waited while Danica got dressed again. Celes brought Danica something to eat, while the redhead dressed, and then started to question her again.
"What happened to ye, Dearie? Did ye complete yer task?"
Danica explained to the frustration of the first day to Celes. She detailed how she finally managed to gain entrance with the ladies of the night, and the subsequent night of fear she had experienced trying to get back out again.
Danica sighed deeply, and then finished with, "And I have to get
back
in there in a month. How will I find a way inside again?" She covered her face with her hands, and groaned.
"There's a way," Celes said. "I'll have to be askin' the madman if'n I can teach ye the spell that'll let ye through their magic, without losin' yer own. If'n they've got them wards about all the doors, they suren' have ways o' preventin' teleportin', so that won't be workin'."
Danica knew of only one spell that would do what Celes was suggesting. "Armor of Dispelling?" she asked.
"Aye, ye know the spell?" Celes responded.
"My sister used it all the time, to sneak up on me when I was in the storage room of my shop. How does Zoraster know it? It's one of Darkni's original spells, and he doesn't give it out to just anyone. Devan wouldn't even teach it to me," Danica said.
Celes frowned and said, "The bastard has his ways. If'n he'll let me teach ye the spell, that should make it a right lot easier ta get yerself back in there." Celes kicked at the dress and panties, lying on the floor next to the bed. "That don't explain this, Dearie. How'd ye get yerself in that mess?"
Danica shuddered, remembering the incredible scene that had played itself out before her eyes -- the two men sucking each other, only a few feet away from her. She lived out every moment in her words, in extensive detail -- forgetting for whom she was reliving it.
"Turned ye on did it?" Celes asked, with a wink and a laugh. "I reckon it did, from the sight yer clothes are. I never heared of such either 'cept in rare rumors, but suren' I of all people shoulda considered it."
"Have you ever been with a man?" Danica asked.
Celes scowled, "I had my fill of 'em right early."
"I'm sorry," Danica apologized, seeing pain and anger in the woman's eyes.
"Nay, it's alright, Dearie. It's a long time ago, an' suren' I've been through worse since. When I was a wee lass, I was playin' at bein' a woman -- flirtin' with the boys around the fountain in me town in the evening. I went off into the woods with a young man to steal kisses and pretend -- only he wasn't pretendin'. He pounded me but good, near ta tore me in half, an' blacked me eye, an' bloodied me lip, 'cause I was fightin' him so hard, an' wouldn't shut up. He stuffed me underskirt in me mouth, ta keep me quiet, while he had his way with me. I had me fill o' men right then and there."
After a deep breath, and a hint of a smile, Celes continued, "I had a friend, who was the only one I felt safe fer tellin'. She let me cry on her shoulder an' get it outta my system. We got closer, an' one day it just sorta happened. She's t' one what taught me ta play with meself. Then we was in the bath t'gether, an' washin', an' we just started touchin' each other. Once it happened, I realized I had no need o' beasty men an' their poles, when 'nother woman could make me feel that good."
"Not all men are like that," Danica attested.
"They may as well be, fer all I care. Like I said -- I've had me fill of the hairy brutes," Celes declared, and blew a raspberry. The look on Celes face, combined with the sound, caused Danica to laugh, and Celes laughed with her.
