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Another Dream
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Another Dream Sparks flew as steel rang on steel. My arm shuddered with the pressure of pushing the blade away. My muscles were tired and I let out a scream as I felt another blade course my back. I turned as another opponent came charging and turned the blade away from me. That made three... I needed help, please god save me. I turned and a friend was behind them. He could have helped me, but he just stood there, watching as I struggled against my three opponents. Everyonce in a while my opponents would turn on each other, fighting amongst themselves instead of me, and my tired muscles would have a moments rest, but then one would turn and attack. I never knew when it would be one or all or none. When finally I fell back retreating from my enemies. My friend came foreward. He put his hands on my wounds, easing them and whispered words of encouragement. Then words of admonishment for my retreat. His hands were on me and my torrmented mind didn't pick up the warning, the danger. His hands slid over weary flesh. My body began to ache, but not from weariness. It ached with a need of him. I slid my hands over his chest and looked up into his blue eyes. My lips trailed across his shoulder my teeth teasing his flesh. My tattered armor slid away as his hands sought my flesh. His fingers teased my my clit and explored my wetness. It was heaven, it was hell, my war ravaged body responded to his every whim. He teased me, tortured me, drove me higher. I sank my teeth into his chest as he finally entered me. Each thrust made my body shudder and I seemed to detach myself. It was wave after wave of pleasure. My hurts, my wounds all seemed to disappear beneath the surface of pleasure. They didn't heal, but they were glossed over. When I lay spent on the ground, he left me there. From heat of passion's fire to the cold of the night. I trembled in confusion, fear, and hurt. I picked myself up and carried on. It wasn't long before my enemies found me again. Their attacks hit up on the hurts that had not yet healed and widened them. I was nearly crippled in the assault and again had to flee to survive. He found me again, but there was no love, no passion this time. This time He took my sword, and threw me to the ground, tearing from me my armor. He mocked me in my cowardice and joined my enemies in mocking me. I fled, their voices still ringing in my ears... I fled to an unknown world with nothing to keep me warm or safe... Just a broken mind, a broken body, and a broken heart... and nothing to show for it.  Easily distracted by shiney objects |
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