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Re: Tales of Baremaidens
2006-05-27 - Charlotte of Artar - Young Nymph
Charlotte raised the wand and spoke the incantation. The wand had come to her from her mother and her mother’s mother before her. A powerful heirloom of her house it had been wielded by the matriarch’s for centuries. Someday it would be her turn to take up the reins of power and order things for her clan. Charlotte did not wish for that day. It was more her want to lie naked in the grass feeling the warmth of the summer sun on her young body, or swim in the mountain streams and thrill to the feel of the icy waters about her thighs and breasts. It was only when the loremistress insisted, as now, that she would come in from her joyful play to learn the disciplines of magice. She had mastered the cantrips and minor spells of the apprentice but when she sought to unlock the deeper mysteries, when the blue fires of the magice flowed between the wand and her center of pleasure drawing power from the desire it created she was overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy flowing from her nether regions and was overcome. She gave in to the exquisite sensations, and using the wand to heighten her pleasure, knew the greatest of raptures. Without her guiding will the magice was spent in a display of fireworks and thunder. Charlotte sank to her knees, giddy and weak. The wand, slick with her juices, fell to the floor. The loremistress would be disappointed, but Charlotte laughed. She cared not for ritual and power when such divine joys were possible.
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Re: Tales of Baremaidens
2006-06-03 - Ezca of Traveene - The Eyes Of Ezca
From the first Ezca had a natural talent with the power of magice. She needed no training to summon its power, but as soon she reached the threshold of womanhood and began to touch herself in response to her new desires, the fires of power had flowed from her nether lips and blue faery lights had danced along her fingers. Ezca had laughed, not understanding the portent of what she was seeing. As she flowered to full womanhood her power was evident and her parents urged her to follow the path of magice. But Ezca would have none of it. To her it was all just a part of the joys of sexual congress and release, and as her desires matured, the displays of blue fire she set forth as she shuddered through one climax after another, whether alone or with a lover, were an awesome thing to behold. Her parents became stern and tried to force her to seek out a master of magice, but she always found ways of thwarting their will and would sport with shepherd boys and set the woods alight with her love. Then one night she saw a woman naked but for a dark cloak, her body lined with blue fire. “Ezca” her voice was like a silver stream in an elven woods “You squander your gift in fruitless pleasure, spending to no purpose that which could be yours to guide. The power and the pleasure are one. Take my hand and I will show you what you could be.” Ezca took her offered hand and instantly knew an ecstasy unlike any she had ever known before. She knew wave after wave of bliss and her vision exploded in blue light. And as her climax took hold the blue light resolved itself into the towers and minarets of a grand city, the base of which was lost in a haze of clouds, and the whole infused with a blue radiance. The light fell at Ezca’s feet like a bridge but now was not the time to ascend. “Soon” said a voice like a stream in the woods. Ezca awoke in her bed, the sheets drenched in sweat, her thighs wet as with a night of love. Tomorrow she would start her journey to seek a master.
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Re: Tales of Baremaidens
2006-06-12 - Lacie of Endillia - Chosen
Lacie remained still and tried not to breathe. The hunters of Queen Inarzia knew that she was near and it would not go well for her should she be discovered. The oak trees aided her in her efforts to stay hidden and she offered up a silent prayer of thanksgiving. Once Lacie had been one of the queen’s most trusted advisors, counseling her on the best uses of the land and helping to maintain the realm in proper balance. But Inarzia forgot her role as ruler and protector and lusted after power. She began building and army and felling the woodlands to fire the forges of her blacksmiths. Lacie wept for the land and the people and, spurning the queen’s advances, left her service. Inarzia’s support was not universal, and Lacie was able to unite many discontented nobles and force the queen to focus her attention within her borders thus forestalling her plans for conquest. Inarzia, enraged more by her rejection than her political defeat, declared Lacie an outlaw and put a price on her head. Lacie fled, and the queen sent her hunters in pursuit. And she had been fleeing ever since, eating when she could, sleeping where she might, always on the move because the hunters were ever on her heels. She dared not seek the aid of good people for fear she would put them in danger. Inarzia would stop at nothing to have her revenge. The snap of a twig brought her back to the present. She could hear the hunter’s breath hiss between his teeth. “Please Father Oak” she thought, “shelter me just a while longer.”
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Re: Tales of Baremaidens
2006-06-19 - Ezca of Traveene - Ezca's Rock
It had been many years since Ezca had seen her home. She had journeyed far, and learned much of the ways of magice. Her teachers had been both other practitioners of the mystic arts, and the elements themselves. She had spent hours locked in her lover’s embrace, the blue fires of magice burning around them taking them to new heights of pleasure and so feeding its own power. She had travelled long in the wilds alone, speaking to no creature, but learning the language of rock, water, wind, and fire. And when her training was complete Gadriella the mistress of her order had summoned her to council and given her a task. She was to confront the witch Krizza and take from her the talisman Gwydion and then to guard it until such a time as Gadriella called for it. She had succeeded in her quest at great risk to both body and soul for Krizza was both evil and lustful. Then Ezca had returned home. She did not enter the city of her birth but instead dwelt in a cave in the rocky hills near the coast. She aided many with her power and wisdom, but few knew that she had returned for she revealed herself only in times of great need and always remained in the shadows allowing others to shield her actions. Most of her time she spent walking among the rocks alone learning the ways of the talisman. It was ancient and possessed great power and through it her mastery of the elements grew greater than ever before. She stood in a circle of stones, naked, gazing over the western sea into the setting sun. It was here that wind and stone would bring her tidings of the wide world. It was here that the power of magice flowed most easily. She had barely to touch herself, taking pleasure from the caresses of the air and the roar of the waves and her climax would come bringing the blue fire. And so she wove about herself and her land spells of protection and concealment. And she waited.
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