Ultima VII/Black Gate: An Infusion of White Light, version 1 (MF, F-solo,
Female Avatar/Lord British, PWP)

by Christine "Green Leafy Dragon" Indigo (christineindigo@juno.com)
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/christineindigo

DISCLAIMERS AND DISTRIBUTION RIGHTS:  Ultima and all of the characters in
this
story belong to Origin Systems (RIP) and Richard "Lord British" Garriott
(and I hope
that both of them take this in the affectionate spirit in which it was
intended),
but the story itself belongs to me.  You may add this to any
noncommercial
electronic archive and/or repost this to any free
newsgroup/forum/BBS/whatever,
as long as my name and this disclaimer are not removed. This story has
sexual
situations, so if you are under 18, go away.

NOTE:  This is a rewrite and continuation of my earlier PWP; Pleasant
Dreams,
Avatar.  It is dedicated to Karina Dragon, the "friend that will remain
anonymous
for now" that I mentioned in the earlier story's header.


The Avatar thought that she was still dreaming when she felt Lord
British put his hand on her shoulder.  Then, as she drifted back into
consciousness, she remembered that she had been sleeping in his bed.
Startled, she opened her eyes and pulled away from his touch, causing 
his hand to slide off of her fully-clothed body and on to the bed sheets.
 
The Avatar turned over and watched as he, sleepily, pulled the hand back
in 
and rolled back over to the other side of the bed, away from her. I
wonder
if he was awake enough to know that it was me he was touching, she
thought.  She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

An hour later, she was still trying to fall asleep.  I wonder if he had
mistaken 
me for Nell, she thought.  The Avatar knew that, despite everything Nell
had told 
her, that she was still warming up Lord British's bed every night.  After
all,
Carrioco, as good and loving as he was, couldn't have been completely
responsible
for the well-fucked glow that floated around Nell like mist around a
waterfall.
If she had been Nell, Lord British wouldn't have stopped touching her
after she
had awakened.  The Avatar's breath quickened as she continued to think,
despite
all of her efforts to stop, about all of the parts of her body that he
would have 
touched if she had been Nell.  Where did this come from, she wondered. 
She turned
over to her side, away from him, and began to stroke herself between her
closed,
folded legs.  I might be able to get myself off without waking him up,
she thought.

After a while, she had managed to arouse herself to the point where she
no longer
cared if she woke him up.  Her fingers hurt from moving them around in a
tight 
rapidly in a tight spot, so she rolled over onto her back, spread her
legs open
wide, and continued masturbating.  By that time, she had become so wet
that she had
to stop every so often and wipe herself off with the top sheet.  The loss
of tension
when she did this, and the loss of friction against her pussy when she
didn't, kept
her frustratingly below her boiling point.  Only the constant flow of
images of the
man sleeping becide her making love to her in every way known in
Britannia kept her
from giving up.

She suddenly realized that he had stopped snoring.  Opening her eyes, she
saw him
sitting in the middle of the bed, the blue blanket bunched around his
otherwise
naked body.  He was watching the motions of her hand underneath the sheet
with 
great interest.  The Avatar blushed crimson.

"My Lord, I...Oh!"  She moaned helplessly as the orgasm that she had been
struggling
to reach shot through her like an arrow from a longbow.

***

"I awoke when I felt the bed start to quake," said Lord British. 
Embarrassed, the Avatar curled herself into a ball.  She gazed past him,
her eyes unfocused, as he continued talking.  "What thou wert doing was
most interesting.  Why didest thou stop?"

"I don't make a habit of playing with myself in the beds of strange men. 
I don't even make a habit of sleeping in the beds of strange men."  A
pause.  "Well, during this visit I have been sleeping in the beds of
strange men and women...."  She blushed.  "Not that the strange men and
women were in the bed with me at the time."

"Do not be ashamed of thy passionate nature, Avatar.  Thou knowest as
well as I what the persuit of Chastity did to our homeland.  I would not
have wanted a eunich--or a nun, for that matter--as the role model for my
people."

"I don't think that you'll have to worry about your people becoming too
chaste any time soon."  She rolled over onto her stomach, and the sheet
slid down below her hips.  Her embarrassment began to fade.  "Have the
Britainnian Mining Company been dumping aprodesiacs in the water along
with their toxic wastes?"

"If so, dear Avatar, thou might wish to start wearing drawers.  There
might be others that, like myself, have seemingly received a double
dose."  He smiled and stared at her rump.  The Avatar realized that the
hem of her gown had ridden up past her waist; however, she didn't feel
inclined to pull it back down again.  Somehow, she felt excited, rather
than embarrassed, that she was exposing herself to her Lord.  The
arousing thoughts about him that she'd had earlier began to run through
her mind again.  

--
OK, I've decided to stop here for a while.  I'm blocked again, and I've
got a few other things that I'm more interested in writing right now. 

And I usually write much better than this.  Really.


