The Best Erotic Stories.

Dearest Forevermore Pt. II
by Mark Anthony


-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 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 losing 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. 'It's 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.


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...


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