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Subject: {ASSM} New TG from Waldo - Sword - Part 3 of 3
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2000 06:10:02 -0500
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Sword Part 3
is a continuation of Sword Parts 1 and 2
All rights reserved as noted in Part 1
Waldo
A teary-eyed Jason is intently staring at his father's face as if he can't
believe what he's hearing. Daphne rises from her chair and in one smooth
move, pulls her son to his feet and into her lap as she sits back into her
chair. The ten-year-old boy's feet are almost touching the floor as he sits
on his mother's lap and she tightly holds him although he is almost as big as
she is. Artemis uses the brief respite to re-light the pipe that had gone out
before he resumes his story. When he resumes talking again, the passion is
gone from his voice and his voice is that of a tired old man.
"So I killed her, but she almost killed me first. I was badly hurt and
should have got out of there, but I was too stunned and too stubborn to know
better. I still had to kill the witch with my own hands to avenge my parents
and my beloved. I tried to hand the sword back to Iolaus but he laughed that
I was doing all right so far and refused to take it from me as he practiced a
couple of jabs with my pitchfork. So leaving Morrigan's body lying where she
died, we continued on back into the cave. Me with the sword. Iolaus with my
pitchfork and the huge Hercules fearlessly walking slightly in front of us.
There were a couple more wild animals that attacked us, but Hercules easily
dispatched them also. Ah, it's something to watch the big man fight with only
his bare hands, strength and courage. Then we came to the big cave where the
old witch was waiting for us."
Jason pulls away from his mother's gentle grasp and eases back down onto the
dirt floor. Kneeling beside his father, he stares up at his father's face.
"When we entered the cave, she cackled at us in an ancient voice that caused
chills to rack my body. She screamed that there was only supposed to be one
of us….Hercules. She screamed that her she-tiger was supposed to kill the
rest of us while allowing Hercules to come into her cave. I moved to stand
beside the big guy but Iolaus whispered in my ear to spread out so that we
weren't tightly bunched. So Iolaus and I moved about twenty feet to the left
side of Hercules as he talked to the old witch, trying to talk her into
surrendering. Then she pulled a small rock out of her pocket and held it as
if it was a dangerous weapon. I knew that she was going to throw it at
Hercules and I couldn't let her do it. I didn't know what damage it could do
to him but I didn't care. I just knew that it was probably dangerous and I
didn't want to give her a chance to hurt anyone else. I raised my sword high,
screamed and charged her. My stupid act surprised everyone. Before Hercules
could move, I was half way across the room and between Hercules and the old
witch. That's when she threw the rock at me."
Artemis rises slowly to his feet and pulls the sword from the scabbard again.
Holding the sword tightly in both hands as if he's getting ready to do
battle again, his words become rushed as he continues his tale. "I surprised
everyone but Iolaus who was watching me. The second that I moved, he moved
with me and was running beside me as he tried to figure out how to stop me
without getting carved up by this wildly swinging sword in my mad rush. He
saw the witch throw the rock at me and he stepped forward, putting his body
between that damn rock and me. At the time, I didn't know what was going on
and was surprised to see him unexpectedly jump in front of me. I was even
more surprised when he fell when the rock struck him. But I was too angry to
be distracted by his collapsing body. She was reaching into her robe for
something else by the time that I got to her and with one swinging blow, I
severed her neck. I raised the sword high to strike her again but before I
could hit her another blow, her head falls off. Yep, my first blow cut her
head off. As soon as her lifeless body collapsed, I passed out. I was weak
from my wounds and used all of my energy to kill the old witch."
Artemis is standing in the middle of his cabin floor, holding the sword as he
stares intently at the weapon. Daphne slowly rises to her feet and moves to
her husband's side. Putting one arm around his waist and resting her other
small hand on his large hands tightly holding the sword's hilt, she whispers,
"Why don't you put the sword away. The stew is ready to eat and Jason now
knows all that he needs to know at this time about that battle."
The once warrior, now farmer, meekly obeys his wife's command. Jason jumps to
his feet, his eyes gleaming as he asks, "What happened to Iolaus?"
As Artemis puts the sword back into the scabbard, Daphne calmly picks up a
large bowl and ladle from the table before answering the question asked of
her husband. "Iolaus died that day. The rock that hit him had a strong
magical spell that could destroy even someone as strong as Hercules. Iolaus
didn't have a chance against its magic. Did you wash your hands earlier like
I told you?"
"Yes, mother. But how did he die? How can a thrown rock kill someone?"
She begins dipping some of the stew from the blackened pot into the wooden
bowl before she answers her son's question. "Just as David slew Goliath with
a thrown rock, so did the witch's thrown rock end the life of Iolaus. The
witch knew that Hercules was a very powerful adversary so she chose a magical
spell that would totally transform the big strong man into something
absolutely harmless to her. When the rock hit Iolaus, it…it…it…well all I'm
going to say is that Iolaus died that day. That's all you need to know. Story
time is over and it's time for our family to eat dinner. Please put my chair
where it belongs at the table. Alcmene, put away your knitting and come help
me serve the stew. It's time to eat."
A few moments later the four of them are sitting at the table where the
mother insists that the supper discussion be about subjects other than what
Jason wants to discuss. Although the young man tries to frequently resume
the discussion about the sword and the battle, Daphne uses her motherly
skills to keep the dinner discussion more family oriented and uses the time
to primarily talk to her daughter about other things that she can learn to
knit also.
As soon as dinner is over, she rushes her children into their beds, which is
in a small room off of the main cabin. She stands behind Jason as he kneels
beside his bed saying his prayers. "…and bless Mommy and Daddy and little
Alcmene and little Artemis. And bless Hercules wherever he is. And thank you
for taking care of my daddy in that witch's cave. And I especially thank you
for sending Iolaus to take care of my father."
While she is tucking him into his bed, he whispers a question that he had to
know the answer to before he can go to sleep. She smiles at her son but
doesn't answer his question. Instead she kisses him on the forehead,
whispering, "Some things are better left unknown."
Blowing the candle out, she pulls the door shut and re-enters the main room
of the cabin. Her husband is banking the fire in the fireplace, preparing it
so that it will burn lightly all night, keeping the small cabin warm. As he
works on his evening chore, she takes a small brush and lightly brushes her
long waist-length golden hair as she stands beside the crib looking at her
sleeping youngest child. The baby is almost sixteen months old and still
sleeps in the crib in the main room where she can monitor her youngest child
from her nearby bed. When little Artemis gets to be three to four years old,
she'll move him into the back bedroom with the other children to make room in
the crib for another future baby that they would like to have.
She casually moves across the room to the bed that is the only other piece of
furniture in their sparse cabin. Unbuttoning her dress, she slips out of her
clothes until she is totally naked, momentary reveling in a quick look at the
firm breasts on her slender body. After glancing down at her lithe body and
smiling at what she sees, she slides under the bed's heavy covers and waits
patiently as her husband finishes doing his nightly chores and locks the
cabin door with a huge wooden bar. When he is also naked and eases into bed
beside her, she maneuvers into a position where she is resting on his
outstretched arm and her warm body is curled up next to his body.
For several long seconds, they are totally quiet as they enjoy the comfort of
being in each other's arms. Then she lets her fingertips drift along his
naked body until she finds his manhood. Holding the soft cock in her hand,
she whispers "Did it hurt you to talk about it tonight?"
He doesn't speak but barely shakes his head, acknowledging what she already
knew.
Cupping his warm cock in her fist, she adjusts her body so that her spread
leg is resting on his leg and her warm breath is tickling his neck as she
whispers again. "Some day, he's going to find out that I became pregnant
with him within a couple of days of that battle."
There isn't any sound coming from Artemis as he silently enjoys his wife's
gentle hand on his cock that appears to be growing with each heartbeat. Her
voice is still low but now has a husky sound that he enjoys hearing in her
voice. "Some day, he's going to want to know where we met each other. After
all, you and your family have lived here all your life. Everyone in the
village knew you and Morrigan from the time that you were kids playing
together. And then I came out of nowhere with no past and no life. I was a
stranger, supposedly from a far-away land. Within two days of that battle in
the cave where you killed the witch and Morrigan, you were introducing me to
your friends and I was living with you as your wife."
There still isn't any response coming from him except his free hand is slowly
drifting up and down her naked body. Her lips find his ear lobe and she
nibbles on his ear as she whispers in that seductive method that only lovers
can describe. "He's a smart boy and the last thing that he asked me tonight,
was if I was sure that Iolaus really died in that cave."
Artemis rotates slightly so that his body is more parallel to his wife's
body. He pulls her top leg over his leg and eases a knee high between her
warm inner thighs before he answers the unspoken question in her statement.
Kissing her gently on the lips, he lets his lips drift down to her soft neck
where he nibbles gently while one hand is cupping her warm breast. His voice
is soft but has the same husky sound when he finally resumes their
discussion. "The witch knew that she couldn't control someone as strong as
Hercules with normal methods. She knew that she had to find a way to strip
him of his strength and power. What better way to bring down the mightiest
man on Earth but to concoct a magical potion that would transform him into a
beautiful woman that would instantly fall in love with the first man that the
new woman saw? A soft woman who is more interested in being a good wife and
mother than in being a strong warrior. A woman who is more comfortable with
a cooking pot than with welding a sword. Yes, the evil witch didn't hit the
person that the spell was designed to transform so the magical spell was cast
against the unsuspecting Iolaus instead of Hercules. Yes, to the world,
Iolaus did die that day but from his ashes came the most perfect woman in the
world….You, my dearest. I'm the happiest man in the world because I was the
first man leaning over you when you opened your eyes that first second after
you were transformed into your new woman's body. When you opened your new
blue eyes and raised your perfect head to kiss me, I was the most stunned man
in the world. Just as your body had changed to be a young girl's shapely
body, so had your face changed to be a softer feminine version of what you
would have probably looked like if you had been born female instead of male.
Just as your physical appearance changed, so did your thinking. You have your
old memories but you think and act as if you had lived as a woman all of your
life. Later when we found out exactly what happened to you and realized that
there wasn't any way to reverse the permanent spell, I didn't know what to
do. Just as Morrigan thought and acted as a tiger, so were you thinking and
acting like a horny young woman in love with me. When you took care of my
wounds that night, then slipped in my bed beside me to tightly hold me
against your new breasts as I slept, I knew that fate had brought us
together. I knew that you had been transformed into the beautiful woman that
I would share the rest of my life with and would bear my children."
"Fate. Nay, it was Hercules that suggested that we marry and made you
promise to take care of me after he confirmed that there wasn't any way to
break the spell and that I was no longer Iolaus. I'm so glad that it was you
that I saw first because Hercules isn't ready to settle down yet and no woman
can keep up with his hectic pace as he tries to keep the world safe."
"I love you, Daphne."
She squeezes his cock as she giggling asks in a teasing voice tone that they
both know means that she wants some sex. "Little did we know back then when I
tripped you that night beside the fire, how right you were when you said that
I would be a dead man if I ever touched you again. My former self, Iolaus, is
a dead man and I enjoy touching you very much. Tell me again, how you are
going to kill me if I ever touch you again!"
The End
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