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	In the depths of a cold and still winter night, Bethsany stood 
by the window and committed an act rare and precious to her: she 
prayed.  It was Tuesday, and in keeping with their agreement Aimee' 
was supposed to come and study with one of her girls.  It had been 
three weeks since the last tale; on the two occasions since, Aimee's 
appearance had shown clear signs of abuse and struggle, and of the 
two occasions, she had looked worse the second time.<P>
	Bethsany wondered if Teltirray was getting what he wanted out of 
Aimee', and if so, would it be enough.  She knew now of Teltirray and 
his hunger.  She understood him so clearly it terrified her.  She 
knew, ever since she had killed the Centaur who had enslaved her, 
what it felt to take the pain of an enemy, and eventually, to take 
the life.  She knew that an innocent could bring even stronger 
sensation.  She knew how to feed on that.  And she knew she could 
draw pleasure from it.<P>
	It no longer made her wonder.  She knew what kind of person 
could draw that kind of pleasure, for she was that kind of person.  
But she was also stronger than that.  She knew what it meant to be 
human and not an animal.  Few animals killed for pleasure.  Man was 
one of those few.  More than the pleasure of power, she understood 
the pleasures of love.  She understood the joy of sharing.  She knew 
that life was for living and not taking.<P>
	So she prayed, quietly, to a name she had not invoked in many 
years.  Kasho, the goddess who gives women strength, had been her 
guiding name for many years when she had lived in Darachmod, and now 
she called on the name again.<P>
	A knock came at the door.  She had been staring at the sky for 
some  time, and now directed her attention at the ground.  Footsteps 
in the snow marked the passage of a lone walker, footsteps that were 
slowly being obliterated by the fall of white flakes.  She rose from 
where she knelt and walked to the door.  "Yes?" she asked the girl 
who stood there.<P>
	"Aimee' has arrived.  I have sent her to see Rissim."<P>
	"Was it that bad, Brandy?"<P>
	The girl nodded slowly.  Tears stood in her eyes.  Bethsany drew 
her breath and sighed.  Perhaps there would be no chance to tell 
Aimee' the final tale.  Perhaps it would be better if she crammed 
both stories into one day.  She debated.<P>
	What she wanted, more than anything else, was to save Aimee's 
life.  To preserve her from the horrors and pains that Teltirray 
inflicted upon her in his demands for more.  She knew that he must 
have been making demands of both her personal strength and the 
magickal strengths that Darynn was helping to build within her.  
Although no mage can give another magical strength, when it exists in 
one, another can help give it meaning, focus, exercise.  Like the 
muscles of the body and the mind, the strength of magic must be 
exercised.  Like the strength of love, and even that of compassion, 
doing leads to the strength to do more.  Bethsany had chosen her 
path, as Darynn had his.  She hoped Aimee' would have a worthy path 
to choose.<P>
	"Take me," she finally said.  Brandy turned and walked down the 
stairs.  Down one flight, and then another, into the basement where 
Rissim, the chirgeon Beth kept in her employ, was applying alcohol to 
a wound over Aimee's left breast.  It looked like a burn.  Although 
she bore it stoically, the pain in the young girl's eyes was both 
apparent and undeniable.  There could be no surcease.<P>
	"Forgive me, Miss Bethsany, I... The chirgeon will not allow me 
to kneel."<P>
	"Don't you dare, Aimee'," Bethsany said, reaching down to touch 
Aimee's face.  "You need not bow to me.  You know that better than I 
do.  Do not bow to me."<P>
	"Yes, Miss."<P>
	"Aimee', he will kill you."<P>
	"Probably, Miss.  This may even be our last talk."<P>
	"I feared as much."  Bethsany closed her eyes.  "I had, at 
first, the wish to tell you two tales in as many visits, one of my 
day amongst the Braban, and of the day I lost Myr.  I shall, instead, 
tell both together, although they were separated by many years.  I 
want you to hear both of them, Aimee'."  In her sickened heart, 
Bethsany cursed Teltirray.  He at least had the "common decency" to 
allow his girls to hide themselves and then kill themselves when he 
reached this stage.  Aimee', though, continued to play out the role 
of student with her teachers.  Teltirray was as much as telling 
Darynn and Bethsany what he did to Aimee', and he did not care if 
they knew.<P>
	Aimee' stared, not saying a word.  "Do you want to hear 
them?"<P>
	"Yes, Miss."<P>
	Bethsany glanced back at the chirgeon and at Brandy.  Both had 
heard this tale once or twice before; another sit-through would hurt 
neither.<P>
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	It was in the early summer of the first year I lived in 
Darachmod that the Braban came to visit.  Six of them appeared at, or 
perhaps I should say over, the gates of the city, smiling and waving.  
One has trouble imagining the Braban, but if the Darachmod have a 
living model, the Braban are it.  Each woman of the Braban stood over 
twelve feet tall; each towered over any woman in Darachmod.  One does 
not fear women like that, for one cannot; I merely stood in awe of 
their immensity.  Having known the love of both Myr and Cyl, together 
and separately, I felt free to admit that I immediately knew lust for 
the women of the Braban.<P>
	They were led into the city amongst singing and waving and 
cheering.  These were clearly friends, beloveds.  I had heard many 
stories about the Braban, of how they assisted their smaller sisters 
in many a battle, often appearing at the last minute.  Nobody knew if 
they were goddesses or mortals or giants; all we knew was that they 
were our allies and, sometimes, our final help.<P>
	That night, Darachmod became engulfed in a celebration honoring 
the arrival of the women of the Braban.  A fire was cast in the 
center of the city on that hot summer night, pigs were slaughtered 
and spitted over cooking fires, and the wine flowed freely.<P>
	I had a great surprise that night, although thinking back on it, 
I suppose it shouldn't have come so greatly.  As a well-known warrior 
amongst the Darachmod, Cyl clearly could hold the attention of even a 
jaded Braban.  But I was still speechless when she stepped up behind 
me.  "I know that look in your eyes," she spoke to me slowly.  "I 
know lust when I see it in you."  She laughed gently then.  "I see it 
every day when you look at Myr."<P>
	I swallowed.  "Cyl, do you feel upset that I feel that way for 
Myr, but not so strongly for you?"<P>
	Cyl shook her head.  "No, Beth, for I do not question the 
natural order of things.  The moons, the seasons, and the snows come 
at their own times and sometimes not at all.  The moons are always on 
time, the seasons usually, the snows usually not.  Love... love is 
never on time.  You love me in a different way.  You warm me, Beth, 
and you make me cry."<P>
	"Cry?" I asked, turning around.  "I... I do not want to make you 
cry!"<P>
	"It is a good cry, Beth.  Do not be ashamed because I have tears 
of joy for you.  I cannot explain.  It comes from within.  Myr is 
another different thing.  She is your age, lithe of limb and strong 
of bone and lovelier than the summerest flowers to watch.  Do not be 
ashamed of your love and your lust for her.  It is nothing to be 
ashamed of.  Please.  Now, would you like me to introduce you to my 
friend?"<P>
	"You have a friend amongst the giants?"  I asked.<P>
	"Viselle!" Cyl called out, attracting the attention of a blonde 
Braban, one of the largest, sitting by the fire with a large mug of 
beer and a larger grin.  "Viselle, I would like you to meet Bethsany.  
Bethsany, Viselle.  Both of you are amongst my most counted 
friends."<P>
	Although she was sitting on the ground and I standing, her head 
and mine were at the same height.  "It gladdens my heart to know the 
friend of a true warrior like Cyl.  How did you come to know her?  
Cyl, she was  not born here I take it?"<P>
	Cyl shook her head.  "We rescued her from a band of brigand 
Centaurs, the leader of which was using her as a toy for his gross 
lusts.  After we attacked them, we found her standing over his dead 
body.  A few of our arrows had slowed him down, but his final death 
had come from the blood he lost after she cut off his privates in 
revenge."<P>
	"Truly?" the Braban asked me, stunned.<P>
	I nodded, ashamed.  I felt both pleasure and fear at the memory.  
Sometimes, the nightmares came back.<P>
	"Well," Viselle said, "That is truly the kind of friend Cyl 
should know well, and take care of.  You are so young.  Myr's 
age?"<P>
	"Yes, Miss."<P>
	Viselle roared with laughter.  The sound echoed throughout the 
city streets and passed over me like a spell of stunning.  I'm afraid 
I pulled away slightly in fear.  Her monstrous hand reached out to 
touch my shoulder, and I shied away further.  "I will not hurt you, 
Beth.  I want to know you as Cyl and Myr know you."  I eased; her 
voice and manner were no longer threatening; with one simple sentence 
all my terror drained from me.  Her hand gripped my shoulder gently, 
and I sensed the great strength held within it, many times that in my 
own hand.  It covered me from my collarbone down to elbow.  Try that, 
Aimee'.  Place your hand on your shoulder and see how much it covers.  
Imagine that kind of touch over your entire body.  I think few people 
try this experiment and would be surprised if they knew just how big 
their hands truly are.  Perhaps artists, especially those who can get 
the hands right, know.  <P>
	"Vis!  Vis!  Vis!" she said.  "Call me Vis!  I am nobody's 
'Miss,' Beth.  I am a bloodied warrior and a true lover of women and 
nobody calls me anything but my name!"  She laughed again.  "I cannot 
imagine being a 'Miss' anything."  She paused, thinking soberly, then 
said "Come, sit.  Tell me your tales."<P>
	I sat by her side and did as she asked, telling her my tales.  I 
had very few by that time, although I think I had more than Myr.  She 
had heard all of Myr's before, except for the ones about loving me.  
Myr managed to make me blush strongly with her talk, embarrassing me 
with her frank talks about my beauty and my enthusiasms.  I had a 
little revenge by replying back in kind, although it became clear 
later in the conversation just how much I had revealed about myself 
in the doing.<P>
	I drank beer, too, and I'm afraid I became a little drunk.  
Eventually, as the night grew cool I found myself lying against Vis' 
body, my head on her thigh, when I felt her hand caress the top of my 
head.  That may not sound like much, but it was ecstasy to me.  "You 
are very beautiful, Beth'Sany."<P>
	"Th... thank you, Vis."<P>
	"Don't thank me, Beth'Sany.  If you have a deity, thank Her, for 
she gave you that beauty."  Her hand stroked my arm slowly.  I felt 
her massive body shift slightly, then felt her breath against the 
side of my face.  "It is hard for someone sized as I to be subtle, 
but truly, I would like you and Myr to join me for the night."<P>
	I didn't quite know what to say.  I was frightened; would I even 
be noticed touching a body of her size?  Would even two of us matter 
to her?  She weighed many stone more than we did.<P>
	My curiosity and lust won out.  I wanted to know; I had to know.  
Apparently Myr did as well because the first thing she said after Vis 
spoke was, "Do you really mean that?"<P>
	"I do," Vis said.  "Your mistress, Cyl, and I had a few 
occasions between us many years ago.  Do you remember, Cyl?"<P>
	"Well I do, Vis.  Take them, if they'll go."<P>
	"I am going!" Myr replied.<P>
	"Then I am too!" I insisted.<P>
	Vis smiled and nodded.  As she stood up, I had a strong 
awareness of several things.  That she had drunk as much as Cyl, Myr, 
and I put together, that standing she was even larger than I had 
imagined seeing her sitting on the ground, and that should she fall 
over anyone in the path of her dropping body would be in serious 
danger.  So we were careful to stay with her and yet to also stay 
quite far out of her way.<P>
	She led us to her tent.  The city had not rooms large enough for 
her or her friends anywhere, so they had set up tents in the center.  
Not that tents were required; the weather was both at its warmest and 
certainly was also surprisingly dry.  Cyl had told me that it 
frequently rained at this time of year.<P>
	Inside, all was as one would expect, with the one obvious 
difference: Everything was scaled to her size.  She sat down hard on 
her  sleeping cot.  "Come here," she said, gesturing to us.  I was 
easily in range of her grasp and she was still steady enough to catch 
me almost without effort.  I giggled and as she gathered me up I 
grabbed ahold of her tunic and held on.  "Vis?" I asked.<P>
	"Yes, Beth?"<P>
	"May I tell you you are beautiful?"<P>
	"It's a lovely lie, Beth."<P>
	Myr demurred.  "But it is not a lie, Vis!  You are 
beautiful."<P>
	Vis smiled and held out her other hand.  Myr took it; it was 
like seeing a massive glove cover Myr's hand and part of her arm.  
The delicacy of Vis' touch surprised me, as her hand stroked my back 
and dragged purrs from my lips.  <P>
	It's hard to forget that night, so special and different.  I 
instantly fell into a wishful trance of wanting to help Vis, wanting 
to make her feel a pleasure that we all get so very rarely from the 
world around us.  As the three of us stripped off our clothing, Vis 
tossed her shirt carelessly away, and it landed on me instead.  I 
realized just how large she was; the cloth of her tunic was a tent to 
me; I could sleep under it and feel protected from colder winds.<P>
	Naked, we descended upon one another, we three.  My mouth found 
her chin first, as she pulled me up towards her.<P>
	I cannot get across to you how large she was.  My feet rested 
literally in the tangle of her pubic hair even as I strained to reach 
up and kiss her cheek.  She was simply a giant.  Her fingers were as 
thick as sausages.<P>
	Myr and I crawled down between her thighs and, with plenty of 
room, licked at the enormous expanse of her sex, pulling her lips 
into our mouth.  Her clitoris was the size of my thumb, large even 
for a woman of her size, and it took both of us to suck on it, in 
turns.  I filled her by placing my arm within her, halfway to my 
elbow before I reached the end of her vagina and touched her 
cervix.<P>
	That, oh!  Aimee', it was like touching magic.  It was a doorway 
into that chamber that made her a woman.  Everything else about her 
was made to support that one purpose, and there was none other.  I'm 
sure others disagree with me and talk about the warrior spirit or the 
communal strength or whatever, but to bear children, that is the 
pleasure of a woman only.  Men have warriors and men have 
communities, but they do not carry child.<P>
	I feel... I feel so inadequate describing this night to you, 
Aimee'.  I want to tell you the joys of touching her, of feeling the 
wet slickness of her insides surrounding my arm, my wrist, my hand, 
of feeling the pulse of her blood against the skin.  <P>
	And when she returned the pleasure, her massive tongue against 
my cunt, Aimee', how can I describe it?  There is no feeling like 
that in all the world, her broad pad, a little less accurate, a 
little more impressive.  The slick wetness that invaded not just my 
cunt but covered my thighs.  As she licked me, Myr covered my face 
with her own sex, doubling my pleasure until I was utterly lost to 
it.  I came in spasm and moans that only Myr's muff prevented from 
being heard 'round the city whole!<P>
	Once my pleasure was sated and we sat down to sleep, I reflected 
that no pleasure like that would ever stream through my body ever 
again.  In a way, I was correct, for even though I saw Vis every year 
for the next five years, and though I was to love with her in  many a 
warm summer visit, nothing ever reached the joy and wonder of that 
first time.<P>
	The same, Aimee', was true of my loving of Myr.  Yet my 
pleasures with her grew greater, not less, at the turn of the 
seasons.  With her, I grew to treasure constancy and comfort, not 
adventure and change.  She returned that comfort in equal measure.  
We were lovers and friends, stability in the changing sea of women.  
And I did love her so.<P>
	What changed?  Ah, that is the question.  For Myr asked for her 
freedom from Cyl because of my friendship.  And Cyl granted it 
without reservation.  I thought myself the happiest woman that ever 
lived.<P>
	What changed, dearest Aimee', was a discovery that started with 
Vis and ended with a tragedy.  The tragedy was not something unusual 
or dramatic, except perhaps to my story.  Myr died.  In the most 
simple of ways, too.  We were picking apples in the city orchard, 
doing our duty to ourselves and our city, when she fell from a branch 
and broke her leg.  The leg never healed; indeed, it grew worse.  
Something within her grew out, burst in pain.  Finally, she slipped 
into that merciful sleep where the embattled go to escape the pain, 
and she never returned.  She died within a month.<P>
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	Bethsany wiped a tear from her eyes as the girl named Brandy 
wrapped her arms around her.  "I am sorry, Momma," the young girl 
said, kissing Bethsany's face.<P>
	Bethsany reached back and hugged her.  "I will be fine, Brandy," 
she said softly.  "It is an ancient tragedy.  I know, that makes it 
no less tragic, but the wounds of it have healed and now I face a 
world with less fear.  But perhaps with less love."<P>
	"Bethsany?" Aimee's face was stained with slight tears, like the 
old matron's.  "How did you come to leave Darachmod?  That was the 
second half of your tale."<P>
	"Aye," Bethsany replied.  "So it was.  And we have not much time 
to tell it.  But I shall endeavor to do my best."<P>
<P>
	In the spring of the following year, as in every year, the women 
of  Darachmod prepared to travel down to the city of Melefar to trade 
the products of the past winter's efforts.  Darachmod was poor in 
metals but rich in growing things, and frequently the lower cities 
coveted the fruits of our fields.  We used this to our advantage, 
dressing our travellers in great baubles of steel and copper, 
outfitting our warriors with the brightest of armors.  Lost in all 
that and as badly in grip of their testicles as ever, the metalsmiths 
of Melefar were easy prey for the deals of our best merchants.  <P>
	I asked to go with them.  It was a trade I wished to learn and, 
truth be known, I could no longer stand to live in the house that Myr 
had built.  Perhaps not the outside shell, but every trace of the 
indoors looked of her and smelt of her.  Her herbs I still found in 
the pantry; one whiff of her favorite cilantro and melancholy swept 
me.  I needed to get away from my memories, and alcohol did not 
answer my needs.<P>
	Dyn readily agreed, as did Cyl.  Both knew that I might not 
return, that the men of Melefar would easily treasure a beauty of 
Darachmod for themselves, and although I no longer presented myself 
easy prey to their crude wishes I knew I could easily summon the 
desire of any of their lesser minds.<P>
	We headed out on a rainy morning in early spring.  Although the 
weather was wet, it was also lovingly warm.  I had come to view all 
the blessings of nature as gifts, and this was truly one of them.  
Better, perhaps, was that by afternoon the rain cleared, the road 
never so badly mudded as to foul the asses.  The company was twelve 
strong; eight warriors lightly armored astride beautiful chargers 
guarded my three merchanting companions, who were named Tann, Fahr, 
and Fela.  Tann was by far the loveliest of the three, a raven-haired 
woman with eyes the palest blue the clearest sea had ever seen.  Soft 
and round, she quickly chose me as her bedmate and I joyfully agreed.  
Although the beautiful strength of Myr and Cyl and Vis and Dyn had 
their attractions, I recognized that I was destined to be a big 
woman, as I am now, and I found such a body as Tann's beautiful to 
behold.<P>
	At first, I was concerned that I had become attracted to a woman 
who had no interest in lovemaking, but I found a few days later that 
I was wrong.  She was simply slower than most.  I found that 
reassuring.  She wanted my pleasures, but only if we were both sure 
of our willingness to share.<P>
	On the fourth night we camped in the forest at the foot of the 
mountains, six days from Melefar, when she finally turned to me.  
"Beth, do you think me beautiful?"<P>
	"Tann?" I whispered, surprised.  "How can you ask?  You are the 
most beautiful woman in this entire dozen!"<P>
	"Don't let Fahr here you say that," Tann whispered back in the 
dark, "She's not known for her lack of jealousy."  I nodded, smiling, 
as she closed the distance between us and her lips found mine, 
kissing earnestly.  I knew by then how not to keep my hands off a 
woman and reached out to stroke her belly through the rough texture 
of the lace she wore underneath her heavier dayclothes.<P>
	We tumbled to the bedding as her breasts tumbled out of her 
outfit.  Hers were very large and lovely, with a touch of droop that 
accentuated her completely.  I could bury myself in them and inhale 
forever.<P>
	On the other hand, although I was destined to be a big woman I 
was forever doomed to have small hills for teats, firm but not very 
impressive.  I was to forever envy women who had large breasts, but I 
was also to find great pleasure in them, too.<P>
	She giggled as I played with hers, caressing them back and 
forth.  "Now, Beth," she chided playfully, "Let me have my fair 
share, too."<P>
	She pushed me back onto the bed and undressed both of us, 
tossing aside her clothing.  She smelled of lilacs and light, and her 
hair had the scent of honey as it fell in straight lines down about 
her face.  She kissed me as her fingers sought out my privates and 
stroked my lips.  We kissed with our tongues.  She slowly pushed my 
legs apart as her fingers sought deeper.  I coated them with my 
wetness.  She gasped at my enthusiasm, I think, because she told me 
later her nipples were not all that sensitive, and in a city of women 
large breasts were common.  But I had gone for so long without the 
attention of anyone that the caresses of one woman were more than 
enough to inflame me.<P>
	Her fingers went deeper within me.  I was completely entranced 
by the feeling of her within me; Myr, for some reason, had not liked 
having fingers inside her and avoided putting her fingers into me.  
What Tann was doing was something of a treat.<P>
	She slid down between my thighs and pressed her sweet mouth to 
my lips, licking the insides of my thighs.  She told me to look at 
her, and <P>
I did just in time to watch her pull her fingers from my cunny and 
place them in her mouth, her lips pursed around them to catch every 
last droplet of moisture.  Then she slid them back into me, her warm 
breath sweeping over my mound, and then the touch of her tongue to my 
mound.  I grew light-headed with the pleasure she gave me.<P>
	She licked as well as any woman knew how, her mouth absolutely 
talented with its pressures and pleasures.  Her tongue flickered over 
my clit and her fingers stroked the walls of my cunt, finding all the 
secret places here and there within me, making my chest heave with 
gasps and moans.<P>
	She was a merchant, but like me she was also a farmer, and one 
of the many things we carried to market were early summer squash, 
shaped like a man's sex.  Although I don't think any healthy man has 
had a sex that was dark, textured green, nor have I ever seen one 
that really had the rounded corners this one did to make it look 
round.  She reached into the basket by her bed and pulled one out; I 
watched, a little scared, as she pulled it up under her chin between 
my thighs.  "Easy," she said gently as the cold tip of the vegetable 
touched the insides of my thighs.  It slid along my leg until it 
pressed against the skin between them.  Her fingers pulled me a 
little more open and the tip of the squash slid into me.<P>
	I gasped from the cold, for that vegetable was as chill as the 
night.  At first.  But as Tann licked my sensitive flesh and coaxed 
two explosions from me, she began to slide the squash back and forth.  
I was fuller than I had been since killing Styur, and suddenly I knew 
what I wanted.  I wanted the attention of man.<P>
	None of these thoughts, however, distracted me from what Tann 
was doing.  At least, not much.  I gasped and twisted under her 
expert mouth, until finally I found myself gently hitting her 
shoulders to get her to stop; I could take no more.<P>
	She told me, "You are beautiful, Beth."  But I didn't hesitate, 
getting up as the squash slid out of me and pushing her to the 
bedding.  I wanted to feast on her.<P>
	One of the reasons I love larger women is that they have such 
soft bellies, and a belly is what defines a woman.  Surely, we have 
teats and cunts, but it is in there that I find the definition of 
woman.  I kissed and licked hers, punishing it with peppered kisses, 
licking at her belly button and her breasts, sliding down between her 
legs and kissing her large thighs, looking forward to the taste of 
her cunny.<P>
	She had no hair down there.  I found that a mystery in the 
extreme, but she later explained that she shaved it off at her home-
love's request.  "It gets in the teeth," she said.  Her cunny was 
baby smooth and soft, and as I kissed the lips I realized that the 
fat of her body caused even those to swell.<P>
	Perhaps I make Tann sound to be the world's largest woman.  Not 
at all true; she was actually smaller than I am now.  But for her, 
the softness was distributed to perfection, in her teats, her 
softened belly, her legs and her cunt.  I licked at her as she parted 
her legs; her fluids were the sweet droplets of a woman who rarely, 
if ever, ate meat, clear and, I swear Aimee', as pure water-blue as 
her eyes.  She oozed sweetness and I licked at every little drop that 
coursed from her hole down the line of her buttocks.<P>
	I pressed my face between her thighs, getting myself thoroughly 
wet as I licked at her sweetness, slopping as a happy pig against her 
fluids, tasting the reddening pinkness of her vagina and suckling, 
literally, on her clitoris.<P>
	Apparently I did a good job, too.  As I seized the squash and 
pressed it inwards, she moaned and twisted and came, her fists 
striking the floor of the tent.  Her legs trembled and threatened to 
squeeze me between them, but she knew better than that; I would have 
stopped if I lost air, after all.  <P>
	When we were done, we cleaned each other up as well as we could 
without leaving to find a stream and bedded down for the night.<P>
	As was the custom, we took over an Inn, two women to a room.  
The best Inn for our purposes was a place called the Tired Dog, a 
name fitting with the feeling we women had as we fell into the place.  
Tired and dogged.<P>
	Although I was well and easily familiar with life in cities when 
I was 13, I was now nineteen years old and found my memories and my 
vision disagreeing on a few points.  None of them were any great 
deals by themselves, but added up they made me wonder if perhaps I 
had been away from cities too long.<P>
	The next day we made our deals and sold our wares.  I was 
surprised at how easily we wangled deals out of men who, to other 
men, looked to be the stingiest and most unfair dealers in all the 
world.  It was more fun then was fair, I guess. But at night, as we 
headed back towards the Tired Dog, I realized that I wanted this life 
again.  I wanted to stay in the city, return to city life and enjoy 
the hustle and bustle of the city.  Worst of all, I found myself 
staring at men with an ache in my loins that would not go away.  I 
didn't know what to do with it at all, and I was afraid to ask Tann 
about it.<P>
	That night, Tann turned in early.  Although I probably could 
have interested her in play, she didn't seem all that lively that 
night, as if the day's contact with men had drained her of the energy 
to spend on women.  I, on the other hand, decided to spend at least 
some of my evening downstairs.  Three of the warriors from Darachmod 
were also down there, so I didn't think I would have any trouble.<P>
	As I made my way back into the darkened tavern, the sounds of 
uproarious laughter reached my ears.  I wondered what they were doing 
down there that could be so entertaining.<P>
	My eyes looked across the room, where all the patrons were all 
pointed, and I could see the target of their laughter... a stage had 
been erected and a puppet show was in progress.  There were two 
characters on the stage, one a man and the other a woman, and through 
the artistry of such control as puppets take the woman was beating 
the man with a skillet.  The audience seemed to think it was 
uproariously hilarious.<P>
	"No, m'lady!" the man's voice came from behind the curtained 
puppet stage, "I meant the fat on the meat!  The meat!"<P>
	"That's not what you were staring at!"  The audience roared 
again.  I guess I missed the starting part of the joke since I didn't 
see anything funny in the punch line.  Ah, well.  The play ended 
shortly, to be followed by another, again a sort of comedy, this time 
about a cruel husband who loses his manhood in the end.  The women in 
the audience all loved it, but the men were grabbing their crotches 
to protect themselves by the time the play ended.  As I was watching, 
though, I felt very strange.  Because the voice of the young man 
playing all the males parts was entrancing.  I don't know if it was 
the fact that, for the first time, there were men all around me, but 
I knew that that young man, in particular, was holding my fancy 
without a doubt.  His voice entranced me.<P>
	"We're going to take some air," I heard him say.  "It gets a bit 
stifling under here.  Misha, if you will?"<P>
	A young woman's head poked up from behind the stage, her hands 
full of puppet strings and the wooden slats to hold them.  She smiled 
as she put them aside and brushed her full, black hair back out of 
the way.  My heart felt heavy; and I found myself hoping that she and 
the man back there with her did not have something between them.  I 
was confused, Aimee', so confused.<P>
	It got no better when he finally stuck his head out from behind 
the curtain as well.  He, too, had a full head of long, black hair.  
His eyes were large and bright and he had a smile on his sweaty face 
that would charm the virginity out of even the most innocent of 
maidens.  I had to get to know him.<P>
	Then he stepped out from behind the curtain.  Aimee', you don't 
know what confusion is until the lust and desires I was feeling are 
blended with the fear and loathing that accompanied that motion, for 
he was a centaur.  Not a barbaric one like Styur and his band.  No, 
this young man'taur was well groomed, dressed.  I wanted him.  And I 
feared him.  Yet he seemed so likeable, so approachable.  But, he was 
an actor.  I didn't know if his look was as much facade as the voice 
he took on when he played behind the curtain.<P>
	And yet, I did not want to fear him.  I wanted to approach him.  
So I did.  As he grabbed a mug of beer and stepped outside into the 
cool spring night air, I followed him.  He was standing there, just 
outside the door, staring up a the stars.  "Sir?" I asked.<P>
	"Hello," he said, turning to me with a smile.  "Are you enjoying 
the show?  Say, you're not one of those women from Darachmod, are 
you?"<P>
	I nodded, fearfully.  "Yes, I am."
	"I understand you had a little trouble with the Gespil last 
year.  They are a brutal people, the Gespil."<P>
	Although I suspected that I knew what he was talking about, I 
had never heard Styur refer to his people by name.  I said, "I do not 
know the word."<P>
	"The barbarian Centaurs from the north who were flushed out in 
the last great war up there.  They took refuge in your mountains, I 
understand.  I want to assure you that not all Centaurs are like 
that, just as I'm sure you know not all humans are wont to be kind 
and loving, either.  I'm glad your people wiped them out in the end.  
They deserved it.  And their bloodline has been preserved elsewhere.  
We'll keep the breed alive, but hopefully not the attitude."  He 
grinned and sipped his beer.  "What's your name?"<P>
	"Bethsany," I replied, nervously.  <P>
	"Adam," he said, reaching out a hand.  I took it, and he shook 
gently.  "Glad to meet you, Bethsany.  I'm always pleased to meet 
someone who actually comes out and thanks me for my work.  It doesn't 
happen nearly as often as I'd like."<P>
	"Adam," a voice came from the door.  "Time to get started 
again."<P>
	"I haven't even finished one mug!" <P>
	"That's because you're slow.  Come on!"  The female centaur, 
Misha he had called her, stood there, waiting for him, tapping her 
front hoof. <P>
	"In a second," he said.  She tossed her hair in annoyance and 
walked back inside.  "You see what I have to live with?"<P>
	"Are you and she... ?"<P>
	He laughed.  "A long time ago.  Misha and I work together very 
well, but we've no bent to be lovers anymore."  He gave me a curious 
look.  "Why do you ask?"<P>
	"I... I..."<P>
	He smiled.  "It's just a body and a voice, Bethsany.  I do this 
for a living."  With that, he walked back into the Inn.  I watched 
the whole show, enraptured by him.  I don't think there was anything 
to it other than my curiosity, my lust, and an instinct that said he 
was right.  He would be safe.  I wanted him to be, at least for one 
night, mine.<P>
	As the show was breaking down, he waved to me.  "Did you really 
watch me all night long?"
	"Uh-huh," I said to him.  "I... "  I looked away.  I couldn't 
look him in the eyes and say what I wanted to say.  "I had to stay."  
I looked at his face, then away again.  "I... I need something.  I 
haven't ever been with a gentle man."<P>
	"Do you suspect me of being gentle?"  I nodded, looking up into 
his eyes.  He laughed.  "You may be right.  But I am a Centaur, 
Bethsany."<P>
	I looked away again.  "I know.  I could handle that."<P>
	"How do you know?  You're a woman of Darachmod.  Have you ever 
slept with a man, much less a Centaur?"<P>
	I found the courage Darachmod had given me and looked into his 
face.  "Adam, I know I could handle you.  I was not originally a 
woman of Darachmod.  I was a slave of the... the... Gespil."<P>
	His eyes went wide.  "And you're alive?  Oh Gods, that's...  I'm 
sorry.  I didn't know... What are you doing coming to me?"<P>
	"I... I don't know!" I whispered.  "I wish I understood myself, 
but I don't."  I reached out and touched him on the arm.  "All I know 
is that I want you... to... "
	"Take you to bed?"  He sounded surprised.  I wonder why.<P>
	I nodded.  "Please?"<P>
	"What if..."  He glanced across the room, where one of the 
warriors from Darachmod sat, watching us with guarded eyes while we 
talked.  <P>
	"I will talk to her."  He gave me a strange look, then nodded.  
I walked over to where she stood.  "Selam?  I am... spending tonight 
in Adam's company."<P>
	She nodded.  "The time was coming."  She smiled, rested her hand 
on my arm.  "Never forget, Beth'Sany, that we all love you much.  One 
day, you will understand."  She rose and left, leaving me alone.  
Alone but for Adam.<P>
	Like a guilty child, I followed him up the stairs to his room.  
Inside, he turned around (no mean feat for someone built the way he 
was!) and pulled me into his grasp.  I was surprised, but the smell 
of his skin so close to my nostrils inflamed my desire.  I did not 
understand it, but it was somewhat akin to the shame I felt when I 
had climaxed beneath Styur all those times.  Only, for this time, I 
was allowed to feel pleasure.  To enjoy the touch of my centaur 
lover, whom I had chosen for my bedmate tonight.  Whom I wanted.  
"Oh, Bethsany, what are you doing in my room?"  He looked me in the 
eyes.  "Don't you know I'm going to leave tomorrow?  Is that fair?"
	"Yes," I breathed.  "For there is no danger in loving you except 
what you choose to do, Adam.  I just need to be treated right 
tonight."<P>
	"Very well," he smiled, touching the sides of my face with his 
hands and lifting my gaze to meet his.  He pulled me close, and I 
waited.  But instead of my lips, his mouth first touched my nose, 
then my cheek.  And then he kissed my mouth.  I moaned, Aimee', with 
a lust I knew was pure and honest.  <em>This</em> was what I wanted, 
truthfully, and I could not give it up.  I missed the attentions of 
men.  Although I loved women, and indeed, once I'd saturated myself 
of men for a while had returned to the loving arms of women again for 
many years afterwards, now, right now I needed the arms of a man.  
Adam was it.<P>
	My hands roamed his chest, touching his body through the simple 
shirt he wore.  I looked up at him.  "Take this off," I implored him.  
He did, dropping it to the floor at our feet.  I am not a tall woman, 
but he was barely taller than I was.  I wondered at the size of his 
prick.  I wanted to find out.  I craved the idea of it being within 
me.<P>
	I touched his naked chest.  His skin was light-olive and creamy 
soft; my hands glided over it as if they were oiled, even though I 
knew his skin was dry.  I looked down and touched his nipples, 
caressing them.  He gasped and shivered.  "Strong!"<P>
	"Sorry," I said.<P>
	"No, no, I like that.  It's just that it is a strong sensation.  
Please, be more careful when you do that."<P>
	"I shall," I replied.  I grabbed him by the bicep and pulled him 
towards the bed.  We fell into it together, and I laughed gently.  
"We're being so serious!  This is pleasure!"<P>
	"I don't want to hurt you."<P>
	"If you hurt me, I will tell you.  Just like you told me."  I 
kissed him again, trying to treat him with the same strength I apply 
towards a woman.  He responded eagerly, and finally his hands found 
the courage to caress my breasts.  I gasped and moaned as his hands 
found the skin and caressed the flesh of my breasts.  Any of my girls 
will tell you I love to have my breasts touched, caressed, grabbed 
and stroked.  And he did.  "Harder," I moaned, telling him what I 
wanted, and feeling him give it to me.  He pulled at my nipples, and 
oh, Aimee', when he closed his lips about my nipples I thought I had 
died and gone to heaven.  I wanted him, I wanted all of him.  I felt 
his hands caressing my thighs, his fingers plying between them, 
seeking my insides, and when he found them his fingers made liquid, 
squishing sounds.  I was wet.  My hair was sodden with wants, and I 
admit that.  I wanted him so bad.  <P>
	He pushed me back on the bed and dove between my legs with his 
head, licking and kissing me.  I was pulling up the bedsheets in mad, 
passionate lust, Aimee'.  There was no telling what I would do next, 
I was so crazed at the stroking, kissing, pleasing touching he was 
doing to me.  I couldn't go on forever like that, or could I?  His 
tongue was probing my secrets, and I knew one rumor was dead.  The 
women of Darachmod believed that no man could or would lick a woman 
properly.  Oh, but he knew!  He did!<P>
	I climaxed under his tongue, Aimee', and I could not believe it 
when it happened.  I was delirious with pleasure even as I came, 
struggling underneath his strong grip.  He was holding me down, 
stopping my thrashing body from going anywhere.  Yet I knew if I has 
said "Let me go!" he would have.<P>
	Finally, he did stop, and I think it was mostly because he knew 
I was tiring.  I could barely move by the fifth or sixth climax.  Oh, 
yes, I lost count.  I looked up from him, brushing the hair from my 
eyes, and then dove upon him, kissing him and biting his lips before 
sliding down to his torso.  And then onto the horse of him, desperate 
for more of  him.  I found his prick hidden between his rear legs.  
It was large, but after Styur nothing would ever be quite so 
dangerous.  I kissed and licked at it, and he needed no 
encouragement.  It dropped out and slid forward.  And still, I was a 
madwoman, because I tried to get all of it into my mouth.  I went 
crazy.  I wanted him.<P>
	He tasted heady, as warm flesh should, with the sent of horse 
and man and sweat and even a little piss as I tasted his prick and 
felt the slick skin against my tongue.  I slid down until it was at 
the back of my mouth and I was gagging.  I wanted more of him. <P>
	I took him out, though, and stroked his prick with my hands 
while I buried my nose in the musky heft of his balls, tasting the 
furred sac that carried them and licking up the sweat that had 
collected there while he had labored under the hot flap that formed 
part of his curtain.  His fingers were still touching my cunt, still 
urging me onwards.  I was soaking.  He was hard and gasping.  
"Bethsany," he sighed.<P>
	"Adam," I replied, looking up at him.  I slid off and away from 
him.  "Fuck me."<P>
	"Now?"
	"Now," I gasped.  I slid off the edge of the bed and dropped my 
feet to the floor, spreading my legs wide.  I wanted my ass to be 
high in the air, an unmistakable target for him.  He grinned and slid 
off the bed as well.  "Very beautiful.  You are a wildcat, 
Bethsany."<P>
	"I want to be your mare, not your cat!"
	"In either event, you're definitely a pussy worth taking."  He 
walked forward, taking care not to step on my feet with his forelegs.  
I felt his body cover mine, felt his hands in my hair.  "Beth... How 
gentle do you want me to be?"<P>
	"Not at all," I moaned.  "I've had enough gentleness."<P>
	"Then if I do this, it's okay?"  He reached down and gathered up 
my hair in his hands, pulling it hard.<P>
	I moaned.  "Yes, yes, that's more than okay!"<P>
	He took that as a cue.  He slid his hard prick up against my 
cunt and began to push, the head slowly finding its way inside me, 
and the rest of it following.  He pulled my hair harder, forcing my 
head down to the bed by the bend of my neck even as his huge prick 
found its way into my cunt.  I felt him enter me as his prick filled 
my belly.  I swooned, passionately wishing for more.  I knew I could 
take him forever.<P>
	He thrust me down to the bed, pressing me against it.  I was 
sandwiched between the thrusting of his heavy belly and the mattress, 
and I was filled with the passion of his huge and lovely prick.  I 
came as he fucked me, Aimee', over and over.  Madly, screamingly.  
I'm afraid I may have woken up some of the other guests of the Inn.  
His back haunches thrust into me over and over, the lips of my cunt 
spread open for him and I felt the heat of his balls more than their 
impact with every push.  I gasped and groaned, twisted and whispered 
his name.<P>
	"Oh, Beth!" he cried as his climax grew closer, and finally he 
came with a shout, his thrusts fast and hard as he finished his act, 
pushing me down to the bed even harder.  I feared being crushed, and 
I found that idea thrilling.  I climaxed again!  He was so 
wonderful.<P>
	Afterwards, he stood up and slid off me.  I didn't move for 
several minutes, but lie there quivering as he sweetly grabbed a soft 
towel and cleaned the fluids that dripped down my legs.  "Beth, are 
you alright?"<P>
	"Uh-huh," I replied  He reached under my shoulders and slowly 
turned me over.  I was completely deranged by then, unable to move 
from the pleasure he had given me. <P>
	"Bethsany, I'd like you to stay until Misha awakens us."<P>
	"Adam, I would love to."  He smiled and pulled back the covers 
for both of  us.  We cuddled together for a while, and then I fell 
asleep in his arms.<P>
	When I awoke the next morning, he had one arm tossed over me and 
one rearleg dangling over the side of the bed.  I can't tell you how 
good it felt to have a male's arms wrapped around me.  I wanted it to 
never end.  But one thing the women of Darachmod taught me, and that 
was to keep my promises.  When Misha woke us, I kissed him gently, 
thanked him, and returned to Tann.  I let Adam go with just two 
words.  "Thank you."<P>
	I spent another year with the Darachmod before...<P>
<P>
	A knock sounded at the door of the brothel.  "Bethsany!  You 
have my student in there!  Open up, you've had her for far too 
long!"<P>
	Aimee' whimpered, and Bethsany recognized the voice too.  
Teltirray had come to claim his possession.  Brandy and Rissim both 
turned to look at the door, and then both turned to give Bethsany the 
same look.  Bethsany returned the glance, equally angry.  "I can't.  
I can't fight him."
	"He'll kill her!" Rissim whispered.<P>
	"He'll kill us all if we don't," Bethsany replied.  She stood 
up, surprisingly fast for her bulk.  "Rissim, tell him we're 
downstairs.  Aimee', come with me."<P>
	Aimee' joined Bethsany as they fled down the stairs.  "Rissim is 
right.  He will kill you."<P>
	"No.  You're right.  He's not going to kill us.  Aimee', I may 
end up hating myself for the rest of my life, because I've come to 
like you very much.  But I won't see my household suffer pointless."  
She began rummaging through a large, wooden chest, coming up with a 
small necklace of silvery links.  "Here, take this.  It was... It was 
Myr's.  It has no magic.  It just has my memories.  Take it."  Aimee' 
stared.  "It's all I can do!" Bethsany whispered.  "Please."<P>
	Aimee' took the necklace and put it on, just as the two women 
heard the door upstairs rack open.  "Bethsany!  Where do you have my 
student?"<P>
	"Down here, Master Teltirray," Bethsany replied, trying to be 
calm.  "I was just finishing up.  I'm sorry it took so long."<P>
	"Damn too long."  The tall and imposing Teltirray walked down 
the stairs.  His bald head glinted in the lantern light, but he 
looked as if he meant Bethsany no harm... at least not right now.  "I 
came to collect her.  I realized it was late, and I was walking by.  
I had assumed she would be home, but when I called my servant he said 
she had not arrived."  He reached out for Aimee's arm.  "I see you 
have helped her recover from this mornings... exercises."  His smile 
was so foul Bethsany had to repress an urge to reach up and choke the 
life out of him.  "Good.  Come, Aimee', we have some learning to do 
this night."  He started to haul her out of Bethsany's 
establishment.<P>
	"Master Teltirray?" Bethsany asked.  "When will we be seeing 
Aimee' again?"<P>
	"Next week, as usual."  He paused.  "If she makes it through her 
lessons.  Good night."  Even before she had her cloak about her 
shoulders, he tossed her out into the snow, walked out the door, and 
slammed it shut behind him.<P>
	"What do we do now, Miss Beth?" Brandy asked.<P>
	Bethsany was stunned at the Teltirray's brazenness.  He had as 
much as admitted that he was eventually going to kill Aimee'.  She 
looked from Brandy to Rissim, then back to Brandy.  "We call Mabel 
and Riza.  And we pray."<P>
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