Fire and Ice
In times past, there was once a land of great magical power, a place of wonders and mystery, and above all, magic. Heroes strode this land like gods, righting wrongs and slaying beasts of purest evil. This land's name is lost in time, as is the land itself, but the heroes still live in our deepest dreams. Here is a tale of two of them, and their last great adventure.
I watched you practice, your muscles rippling beautifully as your bronze sword flashed in the hot sun. A peerless warrior, your skills had always filled me with a deep lust, and today was no different. Clad only in leather pants, your chest muscled and hard as stone, you were a god to my eyes.
I never knew what you saw in me. I was only a slender sorceress, with long red hair and brown eyes. Not a muscled and bronzed warrior woman, but a pale caster of fiery spells, who's delicate hands had never touched a weapon. They called me the Fire Sorceress, and you were know as Ice, the always calm warrior, who never lost his cool, and never made a mistake. Together we were Fire and Ice, one of the more fearsome pair of heroes the land had known.
Lost in reverie, I did not see you creeping forward, a cool smile on your lips, until it was too late. You grabbed me up, ignoring my yelp of surprise, and flung me to the ground, falling to press your weight against me.
"Oooooof. Big lummox." I muttered though with a grin.
"Indeed, wench, and this lummox has captured the great Fire, and will now take his ransom in flesh." you said with a laugh.
And proceeded to do just that, your strong hands pulling away my robes, and caressing my warm flesh, stroking my small breasts, lips against mine, eyes locked, we made love. Your length had known my depths so many times it was like we were part of the same person. Your strokes were met by my hips each and every time, and we always came together, for we knew each other's bodies too well.
The day passed into night as we lay intertwined, our bodies warming each other, waiting for the cool darkness that would signal us that it was time to walk the Moon Bridge yet again, to travel to lair of the necromancer L'Kraag, and defeat him once and for all.
The first sign of the Bridge was the crystalline notes of icy cold music that seemed to come from within us. The sky grew light with the lances of moonlight that struck all around us, growing more and more solid, and almost blindingly bright. We were always struck by the unearthly beauty of this magical transport of the gods, no matter how often we saw it. You took my hand, and we once again walked the bridge to adventure.
And suddenly we were at the gates of the bone castle that marked the home of L'Kraag, the deadliest of the Necromancer Kings, the most evil of men, and the most powerful. This night's work would mark the end of our adventures, for we had chosen to set aside our weapons and spells, and live a simpler life, have children, be a family. The gods were not pleased, but we knew what we wanted, and that was that. Or so we thought.
The seriousness of this situation was brought home to me by the fact that you had hidden in your boot the blue crystal dagger called the Blade of Vengeance, an artifact of unsurpassed power that was said to have powers against even the gods themselves. You must have feared they would not let us go so very easily, and were prepared for them to put in an appearance.
We made short work of L'Kraag's minions, simple vampires and ghouls were no match for our skill, and we barely worked up a sweat on his small army of skeletal warriors. This was too easy, I knew, but the final battle was yet ahead, through the colossal doors that led to the Throne of Souls, a terrible device fashioned of the spirits of those slain by the necromancer. We entered the room, prepared for the worst.
L'Kraag stood before his throne, a corpse given hideous life, pale, rotted, the stench of him washed over us like a fog. His arms were skeletal, only his will allowing the bones to adhere and work together. His hand clutched a long staff made of human femurs. He watched us with eyes made of nacreous green mist, and he smiled.
I gestured and fire crossed the room, enveloping him, burning and incinerating his dead flesh. Or so I'd hoped. But when the flame died, he stood untouched, and laughing. You strode forward, blade flashing, only to encounter an invisible wall that turned even your mightiest attacks.
"You fools...did you think the gods would allow two heroes to be free of them? They have given me the power to kill you, as all heroes must die. You cannot be free to live quietly. What legend would that make? No, you shall fall gloriously before an invincible foe! Me!!" he hissed, and raised his hands to draw a black energy from all around us.
And I knew what must be. Working faster than I ever had before, I wove a tapestry of power and flung it at you. My spell struck you, unnoticed and returned to me. When his bolt flashed true, straight for your heart, it suddenly turned and unerringly pierced my heart.
I screamed as the icy cold energy invaded my body, killing all it touched, flowing through my blood, stopping my organs, and reaching my heart, shutting it down. You saw me jerk, agony washing over my features, fingers twisted into claws. Then I stumbled back against a column, and slowly, slid to the ground, eyes staring, long hair falling across my body as my head slumped forward, and I breathed no more.
Instantly you were by my side, pulling me to you, my lifeless corpse against your strong muscular body. You knew it was too late. L'Kraag's spell had killed me almost instantly. You gave an animal cry of utter despair, and held me to you, weeping.
"AHH, how prosaic, the hero mourning for his fallen love. Truly heroic, don't you agree. And such a legendary way for you to die, Ice." you heard L'Kraag hiss from behind you. You heard him muttering the dark words of power, drawing the killing spell, and almost, almost, did you give in to despair.
Then your hand clutched the blue dagger, and turning, you let it fly. The enchanted knife cut through god-forged armor like paper, sinking deeply into his black heart. His eyes went wide, and he gibbered and twitched, one hand clutching the blade. He seemed afraid and almost comically puzzled, and you knew that he too was merely a tool of a greater evil, the cruel gods who played men like puppets in their celestial games. Then his miscast spell exploded into him, and his flesh dissolved like cloth in an inferno. Only the crystal blade remained, falling to the ground with a musical tink.
Then you turned back to my lifeless form. Brushing my hair from my face, you gazed into my staring eyes, drinking in the beauty that you so loved, one hand lifting to stroke my soft cheek. You bent forward to brush my soft lips with yours, then laid me down on the cold floor.
You gently opened my robe, revealing the pale skin of my belly and breasts. Slowly, you worked your hands over my body, caressing my breasts, fingers playing with my hard nipples. You kissed my dead lips again, then down to my neck, sucking my warm flesh, then down to my breasts, licking and kissing my orbs, suckling on my nipples, while your hands parted my robe more, and brushed against my pussy, wet with my final juices.
Your cock was hard as stone, and demanded attention with throbbing insistence. You spread my long legs, pausing to stroke my soft inner thighs, then slid your cock into my wet folds, sliding deeper into me, while you raised up to kiss my lips, feeling my hard nipples pressed against your chest.
Gently at first, but ever more swiftly you stroked my inner walls with your length, my loose folds wet and hot and open to you. The pleasure was like a flood in you, almost supernatural with its intensity. The pleasure had never been this intense before. It was almost frightening, but exhilarating as well. A terrible power was building in you, a fire that demanded quenching, and at last you could hold back no more. Rising up and shouting my name, you came furiously in me, splashing me with your hot seed, firing your load deep inside of me.
Spent at last, you collapsed on top of me, still inside of me, feeling my soft flesh against you, my hair tickling your nose. Then you heard the laugh. You looked up to see, arrayed around the forms of the gods. Beautiful, terrible, dark, or brilliant, they were terrible to behold, these agents of ultimate power, these puppet master who had taken your only love.
"Well done, Ice, you are a hero of legend. You have slain the evil, and lost your love. Now you will rise above your pain, to serve us again until we choose to let you die. A new hero, grimmer and darker shall rise from these ashes to challenge evil yet again. Come, Ice, and serve us." the beings spoke with but a single voice, extending their hands as one.
But the power was upon you, and you did not feel their compulsion. A terrible rage struck you, burning through the beauty of their words, and revealing a sickening truth. In an instant you saw past the veil of lies they wove about themselves, to see the heart of them, the pulsing blasphemy that powered them, the darkness within all men that gave life to these evil beings. And you struck once more.
The blue crystal blade flashed end over end, and struck with terrible finality into the black heart of the gods. With a scream of both one voice and many, the gods clutched their chests, each struck to their heart, and as one, they fell.
As each struck the ground, they shattered like glass, and a wave of pure white energy washed over you, filling you with a pure hope, the captured joy and worth of humanity freed by your act. You wept with both sorrow and joy, feeling free at last.
Then a soft hand touched your shoulder, and you turned to gaze into my confused brown eyes. Your eyes widened, and you gave a laugh of pure joy, and swept me into your arms.
"What happened?" I murmured, weakly hugging you.
"Ill explain later, my love, but for now, how about we start on those children" you said laughing.
And we did.
Copyright by Moira Lynn.