Heather the Necromancer 6-41

Quinny sat on the ground wearing a white dress with pretty lace borders. She was having a private tea party, and her guests were two dolls, one of Heather and the other of Frank. She had no idea she was dreaming or that others were watching. She cheerfully offered tea to her guests when a voice called from a nearby pond.

“Quinny,” the soft voice called. “I need you.”

“Who said that?” Quinny replied as she stood up and noticed a pond beside her little clearing. She didn't recall that being there before, but somehow it made sense now. Slowly she walked to the water to see her pale zombie skin, and pitch-black eyes reflected back at her. She felt a strange sense of longing to be that woman again, but she had to wear the disguise given through the magic collar.

“That isn't me anymore,” Quinny said, shaking her head.

“It will always be you, and I love who you are,” a voice replied as the water began to ripple.

Quinny stepped back as a golden-haired woman rose out of the water as if by magic. Somehow she wasn't the least bit wet, her blue eyes blazed with a loving hunger she hadn't seen before.

“Heather?” Quinny gasped as white flower petals began to fall from the trees around them.

“Quinny,” the woman said as she held her arms open. “I am so sorry I have neglected you. I love you, and I need to show you how much.”

“You love me?” Quinny stammered as the woman walked across the water as if it were solid ground. She came to shore as flowers bloomed around her every step, and right before Quinny's eyes, her yellow dress fell away. Quinny looked at the woman's body with a terrible longing. How many times had she dreamed of being able to hold Heather close? Now she was here, just a few steps away, with her arms open and a pleading look on her face.

“Come to me, sweetheart,” Heather urged.

The world around her went black as she ran to those open arms. Quinny threw herself into them and was immediately rewarded by a warm embrace and a rub of Heather’s cheek on the side of her head.

“I love you, my beautiful zombie girl,” Heather whispered.

Quinny wasn't aware that the world was changing around them as the dream was magically altered. She leaned back to look into Heather's eyes and was immediately greeted with a kiss. Heather reached into that kiss as Quinny nearly stumbled back from the power of it. Why was Heather being so aggressive and loving? Was this really happening? Her mind tried to make sense of it as Heather's hands wandered her back. She felt them cup at her rear and begin to pull at her lovely white dress.

“Heather?” Quinny gasped and broke the kiss. “Heather, is this really you?”

“I deserve that,” Heather replied with a smile before kissing the tip of her nose. “You are dreaming, but you and I are real.”

“This is only a dream?” Quinny said, disappointed.

“Oh, don't sound so sad,” Heather urged. “I am real, and when you wake up, I will remember it.”

“You will?” Quinny said in surprise, not sure how that could happen.

“Yes,” Heather whispered softly and traced Quinny's lips with a finger. “Gisley has the power to see people's dreams and make them wonderful. So I asked her to put me in yours to show you how wonderful you are and how much I love you.”

“But you need more time,” Quinny said as she remembered their last conversation on the topic.

“I had my time,” Heather whispered and used a hand to pull at the lace of Quinny’s dress. “Now I am ready to be yours in every way you ever desired.”

Quinny wasn't sure she had a heart, but something was beating fast and hard in her chest. She felt weak as Heather slowly and carefully pulled her dress away, exposing the scant white lace beneath. Only then did she realize they were moving, and she looked around to see the forest slowly drifting by. They were on what appeared to be a giant leaf with curled sides, drifting down a lazy stream of the love wood. All around them were splashes of color and sweet flowers as rays of sunlight filtered down through the dense canopy above.

She tried to take it all in as Heather's lips came to her neck and went down her shoulder, kissing passionately.

“Heather, I love you!” Quinny cried as hands began to pull her last barriers of modesty away.

“I know,” Heather paused in her kissing to reply. “And from now on, this is how our relationship will be.”

Quinny trembled as her silky garments were pulled away, leaving her bare and exposed. She closed her eyes as Heather gently guided her to a pile of small round pillows that appeared on the floor of the strange boat. She was laid into the bed of cushions as Heather descended on her with a hungry passion. Her lips went down Quinny's chest, kissing as her skillful hands caressed her breasts. Quinny moaned in a long, drawn-out tone as Heather's soft lips found a nipple and gently sucked it in.

Quinny shut her eyes and focused on the sensation as Heather suckled at her chest. She reached up to run a hand through Heather's silken gold hair as one of Heather's hands slowly rubbed its way down her stomach. She felt the weight of Heather pushing down on her as the woman made love to her body. That hand made a slow series of circles as it took a tormenting long time to descend. She felt a fingertip trace slow circles around her belly button then it went lower.

Quinny's voice came out in an excited gasp as Heather used a knee to force her legs apart. The boat rocked as it drifted down the meandering stream, and that hand finally reached the destination she was waiting for. Heather's lips moved to her other breast as two fingers brushed the folds of her most sacred temple.

Quinny was lost in the power of the moment as her lover took charge and pleasured her body. Her temple doors were thrown open, and those fingers began to play in the garden, tenderly stroking the center of her flower.

Her breath came in shorter pants as Heather's lips returned to hers. The kiss was full of passion as Quinny moaned into Heather's mouth from the stimulation below. She felt the fire building as the slave collar worked, even in the dream. Those fingers danced with a supernatural skill as her body rapidly ran wild with tension. Heather seemed to know what was coming and hooked a leg over her as she leaned down on her chest.

The kiss never broke as Quinny tried to cry out, her body unable to take anymore. Then the storm broke and all that tension came rushing out, pouring into Heather's kiss and skillful hand. She heard Heather moaning as the woman shared the orgasm with her. It was a powerful moment of unity as the two became one, and she wrapped her arms around Heather.

“I love you!” Quinny cried as she tore her lips away, clinging to Heather for support. That hand was still between her legs, only now it was more interested in going deeper and exploring her sacred place.

“Shhh,” Heather urged and kissed her nose again. “I have always known you loved me, but we aren’t here for that. You are here so I can show you how much I love you. Now, lay back and surrender to me.”

Heather fell over her; their bodies pressed tightly together as Quinny cupped the woman's rear. Heather's hand never ceased its tireless work, driving Quinny to another powerful release as the boat rolled down a bumpy little fall.

The power increased as Heather began to kiss down her neck again, pausing to kiss at each breast before going lower. Quinny didn’t dare dream what she thought might happen as Heather slowly crawled down her body, planting gentle kisses the whole way.

She trembled in anticipation as a long, drawn-out kiss nuzzled the area right below her belly button. Heather's hands wrapped around her thighs and spread her legs wide as those tender lips suddenly went lower.

With her back arched, she cried out in a song of pleasure as her wildest dreams came true. She couldn't believe this was happening as Heather made love to her, a passion no one had ever shown. She didn't know what to do with her hands as her body was devoured, and her legs trembled in the next mounting climax. She screamed out her love for the woman as it finally crested and broke free with a terrible rush of power. Panting and unable to recover, she looked down to see Heather's face buried between her legs, but those blue eyes that danced with light were looking up and full of love.

Flower petals rained down as the boat drifted under a magical tree, and suddenly the sun was gone. They floated into the darkness of a moon-washed pond, the little boat rocking as Quinny shook in throws of intense love. Heather fed from her body, bringing her to orgasm again and again as the woman's power washed over her. She was helpless to stop it, and at the same time, she prayed it would never end.

When she could no longer stand it, she pleaded with Heather to stop. The lips came away with one final kiss, and slowly a tongue traced its way up her stomach as she heaved for breath. Quinny wasted no time pulling her into a hug as they returned to kissing, reaching for one another with need.

She had dreamed of this day for so long, and now it had come in the most magical of ways. She glanced up to see a bright blue moon hanging in a sky full of stars as their private boat floated in the magical pond. She and Heather were finally lovers, and she started to cry for the joy of it.

“Quinny?” Heather said as she nestled in tightly beside her. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you more than I have ever loved anyone,” Quinny said, wiping an eye. “I was worried this day would never come.”

“Sweetheart, we have made love before,” Heather said.

“Not like this,” Quinny said with a shake of her head. She and Heather had indeed made love, but it had never felt like this. Heather always seemed to be going through the motions and hesitant to do anything. She was far more relaxed with Frank, with whom she shared most of her intimacy. But this moment was special, and Quinny realized that Heather truly meant to love her.

“I am sorry,” Heather replied, brushing her hair from her face. “I should have done this sooner.”

“I was so afraid you never would,” Quinny admitted as her fears poured out. “I tried to be strong and give you time, but I was still afraid.”

“Of course, you were,” Heather said softly and ran a hand down her side. “You loved me long before I realized it, and even when I brought you into my relationship, I still didn't open up. I should have had the courage to tell you long ago.”

“What changed?” Quinny asked. Curious as to why it was suddenly so different.

“That lunch at the inn where we went as slave girls and I kissed Jaina,” Heather replied. “Quinny, there is something I need to tell you.”

Quinny nodded as she felt a strange change in Heather's tone. Heather came right out and told her about the dream with Jaina and Frank and how it all ended. Quinny could see Heather was upset about what she did but admitted to that moment, making her realize how much she loved the others. It was why they were in the dream right now, as Heather wanted each of them to have a magical encounter.

“Do you forgive me?” Heather asked.

“For what?” Quinny said with a crooked smile. “I have made love to all of them, even Roric. I am the one who keeps pushing us to join Rajeen's harem so we can all be one big family. Do you honestly think I will be upset because you took the first step in making that happen?”

“I feel bad,” Heather admitted, but Quinny could see this had nothing to do with guilt that she made love to Jaina. Instead, this was about how she hadn't shown this kind of love to the others, and if that guilt drove Heather to finally express herself, Quinny was happy it had happened.

“I love you,” Quinny replied and smiled. “And I hope you make love to Jaina again.”

“Me too,” Heather admitted and leaned in to resume kissing.

They wrapped up tightly and resumed their passion as the moon shone high in the sky. It was the beginning of a beautiful change in their relationship, and Quinny meant to enjoy every moment of it.

The carriage rolled over the cobblestones as Breanne looked out the window, fretting over the coming night. She was on her way to a royal ball being held by the Queen in honor of a holiday known as Summers Glow. She had received an invitation from a mysterious suitor who said only that he would be wearing gold and white. With her invitation was a gown with a great blue and white skirt and a stunning jeweled corset. She had on her finest tiara and a necklace of silver and sapphires to accentuate her slender neck. Her dark hair was done up in a delicate braid and held in place by two long silver pins. Her hands were encased in white silk gloves that ran to her elbows.

The palace came into view as the carriage rounded a bend and made its way up the long road. It was the queen's summer palace, placed well outside the city on her private estate. Breanne had always wanted to visit this home, but this was the first opportunity that had come. Her nervousness got the better of her as they started up the final bend, heading for the grand palace of glass and marble. The front entrance was lit by magical lights, bathing the area in a brilliant glow. Guests were already making their way up the great white steps that led into the ballroom as she heard the music of what sounded like a hundred musicians coming from inside.

Her hands trembled as she checked her ruby lip paint in the reflection on the window and tried not to fidget. Who was this mysterious stranger who had come out of nowhere to ask her to attend such a high function with him? Was he handsome? Was he perhaps a prince? Did he intend to ask for her hand in marriage and whisk her off to his castle?

She smiled at her childish notions as the carriage got in line behind others that were dropping guests off. She gasped at the beauty of the gown and the women as they walked up the steps, usually at the arm of a dashing man. She would have to make the journey alone as her mystery man was waiting inside, but she hardly cared. Her heart beat like a drum as the carriage pulled up to the steps, and a footman reached for her door.

Breanne dipped her head as she climbed out, her beautiful dress the envy of the other guests. She stood tall, allowing her sharp elvish features to magnify her almost royal beauty.

“Welcome to the summer ball,” the footman said with a low bow. “You must be her ladyship, Breanne of Tairnanogh.”

That name tickled something in the back of her mind as it struck her as familiar. The man took her hand and motioned her to the steps as Breanne smiled.

“I will be climbing alone,” she said and went to take the first step.

“Oh, no, my dear lady,” the man said with a bow. “Your date is already here and coming down.”

Breanne saw the man gesture with his head to the steps, and she looked up to see a single figure in white and gold slowly making her way down. She wore a dress to match her own and white stockings ending in delicate shoes. Her long golden hair was woven into a rope and studded with green gemstones. Her dress accentuated her beauty, and those stunning blue eyes met Breanne's as she felt her heart melt. She had never seen Her looking so beautiful, like an angel stepping down from the heavens to scoop her up.

“Heather?” Breanne gasped as the woman descended the final steps and held out a hand.

“Would you do me the honor of being my date for the ball?” Heather asked with a slight smile.

Breanne was lost in confusion as she couldn't accept what was happening. She knew who this was, but somehow it felt different, more powerful. She slowly accepted her hand and Heather hooked her arm, leading the way up the steps as the music grew louder.

Heather's fingers blended with her own as they reached the top of the steps, and Breanne was able to look into the fantastic hall of the Queen. It was alive with people dancing in practiced steps as an entire wall of musicians wove a tune that seemed to lift her spirits. She was led through great arched doors of blue-tinted glass into a room whose floor was of polished black marble. Slender columns were decorated with spiraling bands of white flowers interspersed with hearts made of red roses. Great red and white banners flanked a grand fountain along the back wall, acting as a wonderous centerpiece to the hall.

Breanne saw hundreds of guests already in attendance, many of whom turned to regard the recent arrivals. She felt like the star of the event as Heather took her directly to the dance floor.

“Heather, did you send me that invitation?” Breanne asked as they made their way across the floor.

“I did,” Heather replied and glanced her way with a smile. “And this night is all about you.”

“Me?” Breanne asked as her blood ran hot. There was a sparkle in Heather's eye as the woman took her hand firmly and turned to face her.

“I love you, Breanne,” Heather said, taking her other hand as they assumed a dancing pose. “You are my wife and mean the world to me.”

“Your wife,” Breanne gasped as her thoughts came hard. She felt like she was fighting against something clouding her ability to think. “Why is this happening?”

“Shhh,” Heather whispered. “Just relax and dance with me.”

Breanne nodded, and Heather took the lead, sweeping her into a dance as the musicians played a lovely tune. She fell into the practiced steps as the two stared into each other eyes, the tension obvious as Heather smiled. She felt a growing sense of excitement as the dance went on, and the two swept about the room. Ever since practicing for the wedding, Breanne had wanted to dance with Heather again. The two had a magical harmony that just seemed to work as they danced in an almost palpable sense of foreplay.

The song continued, and they danced until the world seemed to fade away. Breanne couldn't remember the last time she had felt so excited as she was spun around to return to Heather's arms.

“Heather, what is happening?” Breanne asked again as Heather smiled.

“I am taking my beautiful elf wife out dancing,” Heather replied, smiling wider. “I know you love to dance.”

“I do, but why?” Breanne asked. “I feel like there is something more going on here.”

“Oh, there is,” Heather replied, carrying her off in a spiraling dance. “I wanted to show you how much I love you and let you know I cared.”

“I know you love me,” Breanne replied in confusion.

“But have I expressed it the way I should?” Heather asked and rolled away until they were holding on by their fingertips. Then they rolled back together and resumed the steps as the dance played on. “I know you, like the others, have been giving me time and space to grow into the idea of having wives. Well, I am done growing, and I want you to know I am ready to show you the affection you deserve.”

“Am I dreaming?” Breanne asked as she heard the words she had longed to hear for so long.

“Ha, yes,” Heather laughed and playfully tossed her head. “Quinny said the same thing. But you should know that I am very real. Gisley has the power to influence dreams, and she has put me in yours.”

“Why?” Breanne asked as Heather pulled her close. Her answer came in the form of a kiss so full of love she began to tremble. They came to a halt as the kiss went on, the other dancers fading away until they stood alone in a pillar of light. When Breanne finally pulled away to breathe, she found herself in a new place. She was atop a towering castle spire, looking out over a breathtaking mountain range as the sun moved across the sky. In seconds the sky streaked red, and it set behind the distant peaks of snow and ice. She stood on that balcony looking at the breathtaking sight when something moved behind her.

A warm arm came around her waist, and she turned in time to meet lips like rose petals. Heather was on her in moments, her hands going around her waist as the two locked in another kiss. She laughed when Heather swept her up and held her in her arms, and only then did she see the room behind them. It was a cozy little snug with a fire burning in the hearth and a warm bed beside it. Wine and chocolates waited on a nearby table as Heather carried the woman through the doorway.

Breanne smiled as she was set down before the bed, and skillful hands began to pull at the lacing of her dress.

“Are you really you?” Breanne asked, still believing this was all a dream.

“I promise, when you wake up, I will smile and tell you I enjoyed our dance,” Heather replied.

She struggled not to cry as her dress came open, and her chest was freed from the corset. Heather's hands immediately wrapped around them, kneading firmly as Breanne trembled. She couldn't believe the power coming from Heather as every touch sent shivers down her spine. Heather stepped in, planting kisses across her neck and shoulders as she somehow freed her from the dress.

Breanne carefully walked back, stepping out of her dress so that only her panties remained. She had no idea when Heather had undressed, but the two were naked when they reached the bed. They fell into it together, their hands brushing hair aside as they returned to hungry kisses. Breanne couldn't get enough of those lips, and she cradled Heather's head as they danced with tongues. She moaned and twisted as warm hands returned to her breasts, teasing and kneading with the touch of a lover.

“This is everything I ever wanted,” Breanne cried when their lips parted.

“I am sorry you had to wait this long,” Heather replied. “But know this, from now on I am yours, and my love will never be held back. This is how we will make love from now on.”

“You mean that?” Breanne asked as she had dreamed of this kind of passion.

“I promise,” Heather replied and started kissing down her neck.

Breanne sighed and ran her fingers through that wonderful golden hair as Heather worked her way down. She stopped at Breanne’s breasts, sucking at her nipples firmly causing her to cradle Heather’s head to them.

“Oh, I love you,” Breanne moaned. “I love all of you so much. I can’t believe how wonderful my life is.” She twisted as Heather used her hands and lips to torment her chest until her body began to shake. She clutched Heather's back, pressing her firmly to her breasts as the woman sucked more aggressively. Something inside began to burn, and without warning, it burst into an open flame.

Her back arched as she let out a long low moan, her body cumming with unusual power. She couldn't believe Heather had just brought her to orgasm by playing with her breasts alone, but it happened, and she was in heaven.

Heather pulled away and sat up, shaking out her long golden hair. She ran a hand up and down Breanne’s stomach as she smiled and looked deep into the woman’s eyes.

“I have decided to become a sex slave for real,” Heather said. “I already told Frank and Blackbast, and from now on, they will treat me like Roric treats Jaina.”

“Will you be working in the temple then?” Breanne asked.

“If they tell me to,” Heather said with a shrug and leaned over to smile at Breanne. “I have to obey my masters, so I will work at the temple, dance at the inn, or do whatever they tell me. Maybe they will sell me to some rich king, and he will take me away.”

“Now I know this is a dream,” Breanne laughed and stroked the back of Heather’s head. “Nobody is selling you away from me.” She pulled Heather down and the two kissed, sharing the heat of passion. The fire warmed their skin as they began to make love in earnest, both women savoring the flavor of each other’s bodies. Breanne felt the power of Heather's hunger as the woman descended on her flower and drank deeply of her nectar. The orgasms began to flow as the two pushed their love higher and higher until they were panting for breath, both still using their hands to pleasure the other.

“I love you, Breanne,” Heather gasped as her eyes closed and she began to moan. “I hope you forgive me.”

“What am I forgiving you for?” Breanne asked as she hovered on the verge of a release. She was taken aback when Heather admitted to having made love to Jaina in a dream, and in that same dream, she shared Frank with her. Heather explained how it was this dream that made her aware of how she needed to show her love, but she felt guilty for having done it.

“I have to admit I felt rather jealous of that kiss,” Breanne said with a smile. “You never kissed me like that until tonight.”

“I am sorry,” Heather cried as Breanne’s fingers curled into her body.

“Don't be sorry,” Breanne urged, then went silent as she lost control and had another orgasm. The two shared it as they collapsed into each other's arms, laying together in bed to pant. Breanne scooped her up and held Heather to her chest as she recovered enough to finish her thought.

“Don't be sorry,” Breanne said softly, kissing her head. “I am glad you finally found your way and are ready to express your love. If it took Jaina to do that, then so be it. If you want to date her some more, you have my blessing, provided I get to date Evalynn.”

“I thought you two looked awfully close,” Heather said with a smile.

“We shared a kiss of our own,” Breanne admitted.

“So you are starting to enjoy playing the role of a slave girl too?” Heather asked.

“I have been enjoying it since before your wedding,” Breanne replied. “I find a thrill in being seen as Frank's slave.”

“So do I,” Heather laughed and kissed her cheek. “Does that mean you will serve in the temple with me?”

“Well,” Breanne began as she smiled and rubbed Heather’s back. “I’d  have to obey my masters.”

Heather smiled and settled to her chest as Breanne wrapped her arms around the woman she treasured. The moment had finally come, and Heather embraced her love fully. Now, she looked forward to being a proper wife in their family.

Umtha walked down a forested path, her long graceful legs easily crossing the ground as she made her way to the village. Her long dark green hair blew wild in a gentle breeze as she passed under the large rubber leaves of a tarwa tree. She was in her homeland, walking through one of the many valleys between the great purple mountains that crisscrossed the landscape. She was a true goblin, a woman of great pride and beauty, and this was her home.

She passed through the dense foliage, down a trail worn by years of travel. Ahead of her, she could see the stone structures of her people, arrayed around a central causeway that went to their grand temple. She passed beyond the wall of trees into the open fields where sumjac and calipalo grew to feed the goblins. Dozens of her people hurried about their busy lives, but happy as peace was all they had ever known.

The blue sun shown down on her green skin, warming her as she headed down the central lane. The buildings were made of a gray stone, polished by practiced hands to give it a smooth sheen. In places, they painted it white and used blue, green, and yellow to decorate. Surfaced were covered in faces of important figures from their past, but no face was greater than the one that adorned the great temple.

“The building soared above all others, a huge structure with a flight of steps going to the very top where a temple of blue stone stood. It was called a ziggurat, but she knew it as the sky temple. It was dedicated to the goddess that protected her people, the serpent queen or the one who came from the sky. A statue of their beloved deity stood at the top of the flight of steps, made of a beautiful red stone. The goblins considered red to be her sacred color and used it sparingly about the village, preferring to keep it sacred in her honor.

Umtha approached the steps and began the long climb, each step carved with a different story from goblin history, so they could never be lost to time. It took many tiring minutes to climb the hundreds of steps, but she had made this journey often. Her eyes looked ahead to the red statue of her goddess as it slowly drew closer as if waiting for her arrival. She could see the long tail and neck intricately curled and curved around the slender reptilian body. The head had a long jaw like a snaplark and two gently curving horns beside eyes with dark slits for pupils.

Her legends say this woman descended from the sky eons ago and helped the goblins build this village and the mountains stronghold. She wanted nothing in return save for them to remember her as she was about to embark on a long journey. Her name was Hallah, a goblin word for beautiful, and every goblin woman dreamed of being a sex sacrifice to her. She was said to be wise, powerful, and above all loving, as she mothered the goblins until the time of her departure.

Umtha arrived at the top and took a moment to catch her breath before looking at the blue temple and its great doorway. To her surprise, there was somebody there, a woman with funny colored hair that looked more akin to sunlight. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were as blue as the sun that blessed the sky. The woman wore a simple white wrap at her waist and nothing at her top, leaving her ample chest bare. Umtha went to say something to his mysterious woman as something tickled in the back of her mind. It was a memory of love and warmth and something unexplained. But, before she could speak, the woman turned and went into the temple, vanishing from sight as Umtha felt a deep longing.

With careful steps, she approached the door, putting a hand on the smooth stone to peer inside. The temple was lit by golden bowls hung from chains giving the blue space a flickering of light. The altar and holy implements of her faith stood just inside, but at the very back was the pool of blessings. It was a rectangular space where rainwater was allowed to collect and was said to be the goddess's own tears.

Umtha watched as the woman shed her final wrap and stepped into the pool, her bare feet hardly disturbing the water as she waded in and slipped beneath the surface for a moment. Then, she came back up and swept her long golden hair back before finally turning to look Umtha's way. Her heart beat fiercely as the woman smiled at her and raised a long delicate arm to motion her in.

With trembling feet, she made her way closer while trying to puzzle out who this woman was. She wasn't a goblin or any of the sayteric races, but she was strikingly beautiful. Could this be Hallah returned from her long journey across the stars, calling Umtha to bathe in her pool of blessing? She swallowed as the woman watched her approach, and a name called out as if from memory.

“Hathlisora?” Umtha asked as the woman smiled and nodded.

“Umtha, my wife,” she said softly with a voice like a song from the stars. “I am sorry I neglected you for so long. Come, join me, and let me make love to you.”

Her mind was a storm of confused thoughts as she reached the pool's edge. The woman reached up a delicate hand to reveal a white dust sparkling inside it and blew. The dust flew over Umtha's body, and with a tingling sensation, her clothing melted away, turning into silver dust and flying on the wind to leave her bare before this woman.

She trembled as the stranger came to the edge, and her soft hands wrapped around Umtha's thighs. She rose up and took Umtha with her, carrying the goblin in her arms as she waded back into the depths of the pool.

Warm water washed over her skin as Umtha slowly sank beneath the dark surface, held aloft by the mysterious woman who claimed to be her wife. They settled in the pool, and Umtha turned her head to ask if she was dreaming, only to have her lips met by the strangers. She tasted the silky softness of those tender lips and felt the woman urgently pressing for more. Umtha was lost to a magnetic power that implored her not to resist. She opened her mouth and accepted that kiss, giving this goddess everything.

She had no idea how long that kiss went on for, and she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around the strange woman and accepted that this was happening. She felt the woman's arms curl around her back and begin to wander, caressing her wet body. She moaned into the kiss as her breasts were caressed with a touch only shown by a skillful lover.

She began to hunger for this woman who was so different yet so familiar. She felt as if she was walking in a dream, but the power of this moment was so real. She wanted this woman, wanted to belong to this woman, wished they could be bound in the ceremony of passion so they would never be apart. Umtha's moans took up a new tone as one of the woman's hands slipped over her thigh and around her rear. She let out a long, drawn-out groan as those delicate fingers spread her petals open and pushed into her body. She curled into a ball in the woman's lap, as the kiss never broke. The stranger's skillful hand began to work wonders, driving Umtha's body wild as they took up a firm pace.

With eyes pressed tightly shut, Umtha blessed the waters with a fluid of her own, her orgasm coming in great power. She clung to her stranger as tightly as she could, the kiss never wavering as the woman pushed her to another. The woman's hand was like magic, easily building her up and driving her wild. She had five orgasms in her lap, each one more powerful than the other. With her strength fading away, the kiss finally broke, and Umtha opened her weary eyes to see the woman smiling down at her. She stood, and lifted Umtha with her, slowly carrying her out of the pool and walking to the long narrow altar of blue stone.

Umtha was laid on the smooth stone like a sacrifice, her legs hanging over the side. The woman walked to the end of the table and stood between her legs as she took firm hold of them. All Umtha could do was watch as the woman pulled her legs apart and bent them back so Umtha was spread wide. She watched as the woman smiled and slowly began to sink, her eyes looking down at the center of Umtha's being. Umtha began to tremble in anticipation as that woman sank so low all Umtha could see were hungry blue eyes staring out like a predator.

Her back arched as those soft lips were planted to her folds. She felt the stroke of a firm tongue and the hungry kisses of rose-like lips as the woman devoured Umtha's garden. Her voice called out in a chorus of passion as she was taken on Hallah's sacred altar, echoing to the world that she was being sacrificed.

When she finally came, her lover didn't slow; she kept at her task, causing Umtha to cry louder. She was lost to the throws of passion as a thunderstorm swept in, and began to shake the temple with a deep rumble. The stranger never slowed, driving Umtha to orgasm again and again as the stone under her rear became wet. She moaned and thrashed, her legs in the air as this stranger became her most intimate lover, knowing her scent and flavor like no other.

Umtha arched her back, her voice flying free as the woman brought her one more. She then pulled away, leaving her body trembling before slowly crawling over it, to fall on her like a predator. The kiss resumed as Umtha tasted the labors of the woman's love, their bodies tightly pressed together on the altar. It went on for several moments until they heard a noise to their left.

They looked up to see a dozen or more goblin men in the doorway, wearing the garb of priests. The golden-haired woman smiled and crawled away before moving around the altar. She lay on her back on the other side so that her head fell beside Umtha's. With a smile, they began to kiss as the priests entered the room and pulled open their legs. Umtha and her lover became sacrifices to the goddess, the priests worshiping Hallah through their bodies. They were both anointed by every man in the room as their kiss never broke. Their moans and cries of passion were swallowed by the other as their bodies were brought to climax repeatedly. The altar ran wet with their excitement and the seed of the priests as the two were bonded forever. Umthat didn't know who this mysterious woman was, but by goblin law, two women who share the sacrifice of passion were each other forever more. They would spend the rest of their lives together, bound by an unbreakable oath made in love before the goddess Hallah.

Heather came awake but not in the bed where she slept. Instead, she was in a dark room lit only by a single ray of light, inside of which stood Blackbast with a pleased smile.

“That last dream was very brave of you,” Blackbast said as Heather remembered where she was and what she was doing.

“I didn’t do that,” Heather said. “Umtha was guiding the dream. That’s what she wanted to happen. I think I just married her the proper goblin way.”

“And you went along with it,” Blackbast replied. “How do you feel about all those men?”

Heather took a moment to think about it and couldn't deny she was excited. All the dreams had been wonderful, but that one had been mind-blowing. She still trembled from the sheer power of being made a sex sacrifice to a goblin goddess. Her nervous smile was all the answer Blackbast needed to know she had enjoyed it.

“I see,” Blackbast said and approached to take her hands. “You have done well, but your work is not yet done.”

“It isn’t?” Heaher asked nervously.

“No,” Blackbast smiled. “You have one more dream to have.”

“I do?” Heather asked as Blackbast nodded.

“Gisley has already prepared it, and Frank has approved. So come,” Blackbast urged and took her into the darkness. “It is time you truly became a sex slave.”