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Archive-name: Fantasy/aimee-d.txt

Archive-author: Elf Sternberg

Archive-title: Aimee - d - Chapter 3

AIMEE'                                                          Chapter III

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     Darryn walked through the room again, his robes still flowing behind 

him.  Everything seemed to be in order, just as it had a week ago.  He was 

concerned with every detail of the room's appearance; he wanted to put his 

young student completely at ease.

     Not, he thought grimly, that could ever be fully acheived.  In his 

head he reviewed the note Bethsany had sent him describing what she had 

learned this week of the situation amidst Teltirray's "girls."  He new now 

that the original report of Teltirray's behavior was only a weak shadow of 

a truly abusive nature.  And yet, the man could be so convincing in court, 

so calm in council.  At induction services they would sit nearly opposite 

one another at the horseshoe-shaped council chamber.  Perhaps what bothered 

Darryn most is that more often than not he agreed with the direction 

Teltirray took his discussions.

     He sighed.  Teltirray was not by any imagination a friend.  In person 

he was frequently cold to Darryn and his associates, although charming when 

he needed a vote or two.  Darryn knew the chill arose from Teltirray's too-

familiar "disgust" at the male-to-male love Darryn was fond of.

     Darryn stoked the fireplace one last time; late fall chill soaked 

through his home, chewing up the warmth of summers, lovers, and the 

presence of Aimee'.  He waited for her to arrive, knowing that it would be 


     He was glad that she was not permitted to walk right in; the releif on 

his face would have been inappropriate for her to see, and he wanted to 

present himself to her as an elder, fully in control.  "Enter freely," he 


     Her face peeked out around the door.  "Sir?"

     "Come in, Aimee'.  We are going to learn tonight."

     "Sir?  After you finish your story?"

     Darryn smiled.  "Sort of.  We are going to start during the story, 

Aimee'.  Come sit, like before."  She settled down onto the white rug, her 

slim hand caressing the material as she did so.  "We are going to play the 

same game as before.  You are to remove your clothing as you see fit.  You 

do remember that?"

     She nodded.  "Yes, sir, I remember."

     "Good.  Now then, if you will pull back the red sheet of cloth by your 

side you will find an array of phalli and such.  I have noticed that at 

times you get breathless while I speak and I appreciate that.  I  want you, 

Aimee', to enjoy yourself.  To touch yourself."  He reached beside himself 

and opened a book to a certain page, examining only the caption in the 

upper corner.  "Now, when you feel your pleasure rising, I want you to 

examine this picture closely.  I want you to try and see it as if it were 

before you, an object and not a page.  Breathe through your pleasure and 

open yourself.  I am not being clear on purpose, Aimee', but I wish you to 

do this.  Can you?"

     She nodded.  "Yes, sir.  I will."

     "Good.  Now, as I was saying last time..."

     I spent many more months with the Hakkana.  Ryu and I become bedmates, 

althought that perhaps sounds more physical than it really was.  We rarely 

made love, Aimee', although when we did I found the pleasure greater than 

any other offered to me in all the city.  I think part of the reason for 

that was that I loved Ryu and not the others, although they were certainly 

friends and I did not discredit their worth  when they lay in bed with me.

     My studies continued apace until I realized one day, while examining 

my journals, just how greatly my skill in spell had grown.  I could Heal 

and cause to Sleep.  I could bring suffering to the evil and health to the 

good.  I had learned to control my desires and answer my pains.

     Although I was not the strength you see before you, Desa surprised me 

one day by calling on me and adressing me as "Mage Darryn."

     "Yes sir?"  I will admit, I nearly fell off my chair to hear myself 

addressed as such.

     "Your learning has slowed."  He raised a hand as I opened my mouth to 

object.  "This is nothing of your own doing.  We all know this to be true, 

Darryn, that every mage's learning slows at one point.  While there is much 

to be gained here, you can learn at your current pace anywhere, and I would 

urge you to find your way back to your own people.   I have a gift for 


     I was still completely taken with his address, much less his short 

speech.  He handed me a bone case, one used for scrolls.  "It is addressed 

to me, from the College of Mages in Barraminum.  I have decided that you 

should see it in its entirety."

     Maga Desa of the Megassi.

     It is with some disbelief that we read the scroll we have 

received from you.  You claim to have had no influence in the 

creation of the spell base we found within, copied several 

times with accuracy.  After examining the base we found it 

difficult, but not impossible, to work with; the complexity 

achieved is truly an act of art, perhaps even passion.  

     That an apprentice of yours, indeed one not even in his 

thirtieth year, created this is no small feat.  It is not that 

we doubt you, Desa; your honesty and worthiness are well known, 

even here in Barraminum.

     We wish to meet this apprentice.  Although the purpose of 

base spell "Pleasure" is, in our council, of little use, the 

skill with which it is executed shows us that this young mage 

could well and truly be taught to join our college without 

sponsor or patron.  We wish him for ourselves.

     In magi honor,


     Talen Silisto, President.


     Mage Council of the Known World.

     My first emotion, Aimee', believe it or not, was one of stark anger.  

I looked up at Desa and said "Of little use?"

     "Easy, Darryn," he said, laughing.  "I just wanted to show you this.  

Remember that pleasure is not greatly thought of in the mages' realm, and 

even when it is, it is considered a dangerous toy.  Although you and I both 

know that pain can be as addictive as pleasure, it is pleasure they are 

most afraid of."  He shrugged.  "I know why as little as you."

     "And these are the people you want to send me to?"

     "Darryn, they are your people.  They know you better than you know 

yourself; you cannot live here all your life, young mage."

     I sighed, wondering what I was going to do with Ryu.  Desa understood 

without my saying a word, but I didn't know it at the time.  I started to 

learn when he said, "I know you have been aching to try your spells on 

Ryuichia.  I encourage you to do so, Darryn, if Ryu is willing.  I wish to 

watch; just me.  I do not imagine you wishing an audience upon yourselves."

     I shook my head, still asorbing everything I had been told in the past 

ten minutes.  I was being offered a free scholarship at the College of 

Mages, although they considered my work "of little use."  I was also being 

asked to leave.  And to do what I had sworn a year before I would do; save 

Ryu from his dwarf status amongst his peers.


     "Go home, Darryn, to your friend.  Discuss it.  Let me know in the 

morning.  Take the letter with you."  With that, the animated man of silver 

wandered down into the darkness of his lair.

     I flew back to Ryu's house at all speed.  I do not fly often now, nor 

did I then; but this simply could not wait for the rate at which my feet 

carry me.  I flew in from the top and found him sleeping in his bowl, 

curled up in a ball and snoring peacefully.  I landed on the stone silently 

and approached him.  "Ryu," I breathed.

     [Darryn?] he asked silently, not coming very far from his slumber to 

speak to me.

     "I... I think I'm going to be going soon."

     He came to wakefullness fast then.  [What do you mean?]

     "I've been offered a full scholarship at Barraminum.  And Desa has 

told me that he's done all he can to accellerate my learning.  I am to my 

own devices now.  He wants to send me to Barraminum to learn the magics of 

humans.  Like Thomorr, he has reached his limits."

     He switched to speech then.  "Do you want to go?"

     I nodded.  "I... I do.  But, before I go, I want to do one last thing 

with you, Ryu.  I want to cast the Bodily Keys upon you and see if I can 

help you grow to the full cast that is your Dragon birthright."

     He stared at me, stunned.  "You can do that?"

     I resolved to sound like a mage, Aimee'.  I'm afraid I didn't succeed.  

"I can try."

     He thought for a full minute.  "Try, Ryu.  What must I do?"

     "It is more, what I must do to cast this spell on another, Ryu.  You 

know from where I draw my strength.  We will need that.  To have any 

success we must be loving when I cast the spell."

     He tossed his head and chuckled.  "Oh, Darryn, you will do anything to 

get one more moment out of me!"

     I threw my arms around his neck and said, "Yes, Ryu.  Because I will 

miss you.  I can live without you, but I will not be happy doing so."

     His wing slid easily around me, enclosing me against his body.  "I 

have learned from you, Darryn, how to find peace.  Let us do this, and 

whether we succeed or fail, we will never forget one another."

     "Let us hope," I said.

     I built a great frame, knitting a net with my hands strong enough to 

hold a Dragon.  This alone took two weeks.  Sliding it into the center of 

Ryu's home, I began enscribing the runes necessary to support the spell.  

They took another day, and when they were done I slept for many hours more.  

Then I asked Desa and Ryu to attend me at moonrise.  They agreed.

     Ryu arrived early.  "That is for me?"

     "It is.  You must lie on your back within it.  I hope you find it 


     "I will see," he smiled, easing himself into it.  Slowly he turned 

over, struggling.  "I feel like a fish in a man's net."

     "I hope not.  I've not intention of putting a hook in your mouth or 

clubbing you over the head."

     "Or slitting my throat, I hope," he added.

     "No, none of that."

     "Are we waiting?"

     "Yes," I said.  "Desa has asked to witness this.  Does that trouble 


     "No," he replied calmly.  "Desa is our master in all things, Darryn, 

and there is no reason we should not invite him to watch this."

     Desa arrived shortly thereafter.  But not through the front door, oh 

no.  Instead, a wind stirred and then a small gale erupted in Ryu's home as 

a great Dragon, an ancient beast of full beard and golden eyes dropped 

through the hole in the roof and landed, with little room to spare, on the 

ground.  [Desa Megassi, at your service,] it said calmly.

     "Master Desa," I said, bowing.

     Ryu was attempting to climb out of the sling when Desa said [Stay, 

Ryu.  You were preparing.  Continue.]

     I picked up my newly-earned staff of silver and began chanting slowly.  

The power that I wielded now would have frightened the Darryn of three 

years previous; now it was familiar, if still awesome in its capacity.  I 

raised the staff over my head as the chanting took on a life of it's own, 

pouring from my lips without my even thinking it.  I walked forward, 

concentrating only lightly, letting the spell progress in its natural 

course.  Ryuchia was already erect, his head lolled back against the 

knitted net and his eyes staring at me, waiting.  Pleasure was still a 

spell that I could use to prepare my partner rightly for the acts ahead.

     I climbed up onto the net, staring into his face.  Our eyes peered 

into one another's, locked.  Our breathing began to come at the same speed 

and the same time, our chests rising and falling together.  I knelt over 

his great shaft and with one hand picked it up, aiming it.  My greased anus 

waited for his welcome cock, and as I eased down I felt it again slide into 

me.  I almost lost myself then in the intense pleasure of our joining, but 

without falter I kept singing my spell.  I leaned forward slightly as he 

reached up with his inner claws and seized the staff.  We held it together 

as his wings folded over us.  I began my motions, pulling myself almost off 

of his cock, and then back down onto it.

     We rocked slowly as I chanted.  The walls of his home began to glow.  

They began to get closer, and suddenly they swirled with colors.  I watched 

as Ryu's keys glowed before my eyes.  I began to sing my companion spells, 

never once losing track of the great mass of his penis imbedded behind my 

belly.  As we fucked, I began to explore the changes I could make, the 

locales I could find.  

     The spell went on for what seemed forever.  I had never had so much 

within me for so long.  I would not let him climax and I could not find 

what I was seeking.  I flew over the beauty of his keys, watching them 

flash before my eyes before one of the companions rang out with 

recognition.  It had found his keys of growth.

     And as I manipulated them, dreamed what they would do if I changed 

them, I realized that in a few years Ryu would start his growth.  The 

changing of the body and the growth were not related, and it was only 

coincidence that they happened to most Dragons at the same time.   It was 

only a matter of time.

     [Ryu,] I dreamed to him, [There is something I have to tell you.]  I 

told him what I saw, and what I had learned.  [I could start it now.]

     There was a long, quiet pause.  Ryu was thinking, and when he finally 

spoke my heart lifted.  [If I started now, I would quickly grow so large we 

could not do this.]  He was silent again, and I started to fear.  But 

finally, he dreamed, [I want to enjoy my winter with you, Darryn, since you 

cannot leave until the coming Spring.  Change nothing,  human I love.  

Finish the spell.]

     I could have stopped the spell simply by ceasing chanting.  But I did 

not.  I simply shifted my magics, delving deep into pleasure.  I casted the 

greatest of the Pleasures I knew.  Ryu and I shared.

     Everything he felt, I felt.  I became aware of how small I felt and 

yet how much he loved me.  I felt both our hearts beating, becoming one.  I 

became aware of his surprise when he felt how large he was to me, how 

beautiful.  We made love, Aimee', as only two males can with this sharing.  

It was the most beautiful moment of our lives.  And as his climax grew, so 

did mine.  The staff held over our heads still, my hands and his claws, we 

grew closer together as our loving reached it's pinnace.  We were both 

screaming as we came, shouting out our hearts with pleasure as he came 

within me and I came all over his broad, white belly.  My eyes screwed shut 

in pleasure as it seemed to go on and on.

     And then it ended.  I collapsed, losing my grip on the staff and 

falling against his chest.  He held my staff above us still, then slowly 

eased it down into the netting.

     His shaft shrank within me and then, easily, it slid out my hole, a 

small rivulet of fluid following down my leg as we lay together, awaiting 

the return of our strenghts.  "Oh, Ryu," I sighed.

     "Darryn," he breathed.  "I love you."

     I nodded, pulling myself up and kissing him under the chin.

     Our tender moment was broken, partially, by our teacher.  [Tell me 

what you have done.]

     "Nothing," I replied, and again repeated what I had learned about 

Dragons and how they grow.

     He listened closely, attentively, his monstrous head turned in an 

attitude of careful thought.  When I was done with my report, he looked at 

Ryuchia.  I know not what exchanged between them, but when it was over Desa 

looked to the ceiling.  [Darryn, Ryuchia, you have made an old 

Dragon pleased.  It is good.  I shall see you both in the morning.]  With 

that, he took to the sky, leaving me and my beloved Ryu to our soft cradle 

and familiar caress.

     The winter passed with little excitement; days of study and nights of 

sleeping.  Ryu and I slept together in happy contentment, and by day I 

studied.  Now my studies were calm, orderly, less hectic and demanding.  I 

knew what I needed to do commit my magic.  I was destined, I felt, to be an 

Archmage, but I knew that I would only get there at my own pace and any 

forcing of it would be pointless.

     I enjoyed my time with friends more and more, knowing that it would 

all end soon and I would begin the journey that would lead here, to the 

city of Barraminum, a city of great power and evil.  As well you know, 


     Darryn leaned back against the pillows he had arranged and stoked the 

fire to greater warmth.  Aimee' sat across from him.  "You haven't removed 

anything," he observed.

     "Every time I did at our last meeting, you would pause.  I did not 

want to interrupt you."  Aimee' smiled and began unlacing her boots, 

tossing them aside.  Then her pants and her headcloth.  "I am as I was last 

time."  Her smile faltered slightly and then she said, "Sir, would you 

remove my tunic?"

     Confused, Darryn said, "You wish me to...?"

     "I am ready to take it off.  I want you to do it."  She paused for a 

moment, then said, "Only to you will I say 'please.'"

     Darryn sat up straight and reached for her.  "Come here then, if you 

wish it."

     She crawled and sat before him.  He closed his fingers on the cloth  

of her tunic and pulled the tunic off, placing it down where she could 

reach it easily.  "If you need it, it is there."

     "I will not need it," she replied.  "I know of your love for the love 

of men only, Master Darryn."

     Darryn picked up the shirt again and handed it to her.  She took it, 

confusion and concern in her eyes.  Darryn knew she was wondering if she 

had done something wrong.  "Hold that, Aimee', while I tell you something.  

My reputation as a lover of men and boys may be well and established, but I 

am preparing to make an exception.  For you.  I do not take as students 

people I cannot love.  I am prepared to take you as a student, Aimee', and 

I have searched my heart and I can say that I am prepared to love you."

     She started, pulling the shirt across her chest as she did so.  Then, 

with an angry growl she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it away.  Her 

emotions shifted again, this time into a smile.  "You are kind and 

concerned, Master Darryn, and I would be honored."

     Darryn was still concerned that she was simply responding to him as 

another adult in authority, a view of him he would like to discourage in 

her.  He smiled softly, sighing as he did so.  "What did you think of my 


     "It was beautiful, Master Darryn."

     "No 'Master' is necessary, Aimee'."

     "You truly loved him, Darryn.  It was in your eyes, in the way you 

held you head and your body as you spoke.  Your voice.  Oh, you must have 

missed him so when you left!"

     "Very much," Darryn agreed.  "I wonder, did you feel excitment?  Did 

my describing the love of men affect you in any strong way?"

     "Yes, sir!  It made me feel warm and a little wet."

     "Would you like to show me more, Aimee'?  I would like to see you 

pleasure yourself before me freely."

     "Sir, I... I don't know.  Master Teltirray has never asked for 

anything like that."

     "I just want to watch you, Aimee'.  Nothing more than that.  Please, 

indulge this old man, would you?"

     She nodded.  "Yes, sir!"

     "And remember, when you pleasure begins rising, the image on the 


     "I did not forget," she said.  She leaned back against the small mound 

of pillows she had arranged for herself, spreading her legs apart slightly.  

Darryn examined her closely now, naked.

     Her skin, pale and soft, reflected the light of the fireplace in soft 

redding glows.  Her hair fell down, framing her face and lying over the 

pillows like a net.  Darryn's breath caught gently as he stared at her.  He 

had almost never seen a woman this close, and certainly not with all of her 

clothing missing, and for all the ruggedness he usually enjoyed, he 

wondered at how he could miss the simply beauty that was her flawless skin.  

Her breasts pushed upwards, and he found himself able to disregard them; 

they neither held nor rejected his interest.

     But what captivated his attention the most was her sex.  He had never 

seen one for real before; he wondered at his own ignorance that had allowed 

him to nearly reach his century year without ever seeing the genitals 

possessed by half his own race.  He knew that fear was an inappropriate 

response, and anything that could arise from fear was as well.  That 

included disgust, a common emotion amongst his own kind.  Once that was 

settled, he had nothing to do but watch.

     Her hands caressed the full, rounded lips of flesh that made up the 

outside of her sex, scratching with her fingernails gently and pulling them 

apart.  Her breathing grew stronger as she touched herself, encouraging her 

passion to greater heights.  He watched as she caressed herself, sliding 

one finger slowly within her hole and then coating the rest of her sex with 

the liquid.  One tiny pearl near the top of her sex grew slowly and after a 

while she paid it particular attention.  "Darryn, sir, the page... show it 

to me!"  

     Darryn quickly scooped up the book and held it before her eyes.  "I 

can see it," she said as her eyes locked with it.  Her breathing deepened.  

"I can see it.  It's right..."  Her left hand began tracing a visible 

pattern in the air as she sighed,"... there."

     Darryn felt the magic of the spell she stared at penetrating her.  She 

was summoning the spell sexually, the way it was supposed to be read.  He 

felt her body next to his own.  She was learning, sucking the knowledge off 

the page.  Sex magic was something that could only be learned by those 

willing to do so, and despite the claims of nearly everyone, very few were 

open and willing enough.

     Aimee' was.  In her nigh-ecstacy, she was literally pulling the first 

lessons into her lungs with every breath.  She twisted and rubbed at her 

clitoris until the spell itself began to subside.  And then her body 

jolted, sending the power of the spell away from herself, into the air.  

She gasped, returning to herself, returning to the pillows.

     She picked her head up with a jerk and suddenly her hands were 

clutching for his sleeve, pulling him towards her with her eyes cast wide.  

"What... what was that?"

     "Magic," he said with slow and deliberate calm.  "That's the spell of 

awareness.  It's the start of learning."

     "It felt so... different.  Like nothing else."

     "Magic is like that," he said.  "Like nothing else."  He patted her 

thigh softly.  "You were beautiful to watch, Aimee'."

     "Thank you, sir.  Oh thank you!"  She lunged forward, her arms about 

his neck, hugging him tightly.  "Thank you."

     A little taken aback, it took him a moment to find words.  "You're 

blessedly welcome."  He held her close, feeling her lithe, warm body 

through the cloth of his robes.  He felt blood surging into his own sex, 

and although he wasn't quite hard he knew his cock would feel heavy.  

"Aimee', I need to fetch something.  Would you allow me?"

     "What?" she asked.  "Oh... yes.  I'm sorry, sir."

     "No apology.  Just wait here for a moment."  He stood slowly and 

walked over to his desk, returning a moment later.  He handed her a folded 

envelope sealed with blue wax.  "This is for your master.  It is an 

understanding that you be able to reach me at any time you feel the need to 

discuss your magical training with me.  And this," he said, handing her a 

thin brown book, "is for you.  It is the first ten spells you will learn.  

And you will learn them all by next week.  Is that understood?"

     "This is a spell book?"  Her eyes went wide with wonder.

     "A spell guiding book.  It does not have spells, merely instructions 

on how to make them.  Do you understand the difference?"

     "Yes, sir.  I do."

     "Good.  Because that's what you need to know.  One more thing."  He  

handed her a second, smaller book.  "This is empty.  Fill it.  Pages for 

your spells, others for your thoughts.  You are learning to be a mage, 

Aimee'; you must keep track of where you are going and where you have been.  

Here is a pen, and here is ink.  Here is a bag for everything."

     She collected everything together in the bag, not sure what to say.  

"Stand, Aimee', for an old man, please."

     She stood slowly.  "You are not old sir.  I can see the signs; your 

body is youthful and strong and I know your attentions you seek.  Do you 

want to...?"

     He understood her meaning and shook his head.  "Not until I am ready, 

beloved apprentice.  I have much learning to do as well."

     "Yes sir.  Oh, thank you, Darryn, thank you so very much!"  She 

literally bounced on her heels and Darryn understood her beauty.  She was 

truly woman and child, powerless and on the verge of magehood all in one 

person.  The more he stared at her the stronger he swore that she would 

reach that magehood someday.  And Teltirray would be gone.

     "Aimee', I must ask that you dress.  It is time for you to return 


     "Yes, sir," she sighed.  "Thank you."

     "I am merely doing what I have been asked," he replied, winking.  

"That I enjoy it is another matter."  He watched as he dressed, drinking in 

the sight of her buttocks and her legs, watching her shoulders as she 

pulled her clothing on.  She turned to him when she had finished dressing, 

her bag over her shoulder.  "Aimee', come here, please."

     She nearly hopped over to him.  He pulled her close and hugged her.  

"You have done something nobody has done for me in many a year, Aimee'; you 

have taught me new things about myself.  I want you to continue."

     "As do I, sir.  As do I."  She wrapped her arms around his waist and 

hugged him back.  "Thank you so much."

     "You've said that so many times, Aimee'!  I thank you for what you 

give me as well.  Now, go, before Teltirray begins to suspect what might 

actually be the truth."

     She nodded.  "Goodbye, sir."  She leaned over and kissed the back of 

his hand swiftly, then disappeared through the door and was gone.

     Darryn watched her departure sadly.  He hoped, probably unreasonably, 

that he was doing the right thing.  For the both of them, and for all they 

came in touch with.  "Good luck, beloved Aimee'," he whispered.  "We both 

need it."


"Aimee', Chapter 3"

Aimee' is copyright (c) 1993 Elf Mathieu Sternberg.  This story may be 

freely distributed by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single 

printings for personal use.

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