True Healing
“No!” The young blonde’s shrill cry hung in the damp night air. She
sat bolt upright, wide-eyed on her bed. She was panicked from her
latest nightmare. She saw nothing but the phantoms around her.
She felt a calloused but gentle hand on her shoulder. The touch
rescued her from her demons and her vision cleared. The slim woman
wrestled her hysteria back easily, now that she had something real to
anchor herself against. Though she still had tears blurring her
sight, she recognized her salvation. “Reis,” she said quietly.
“Thank you, Reis.”
The tall mistress of dragons smiled concernedly at her charge. She
didn’t speak-Reis never spoke-but her presence was comforting. The
powerful brunette leaned down and wiped the tears from her friend’s
face. Friend? Yes, definitely, Reis was a true friend, even though
she didn’t talk.
Alma thought back to the event of a few months ago. She and her
brother had been on the run from just about everybody. Alma had tried
her best to help her friend, Princess Ovelia, and the princess’s
defenders. But Alma wasn’t a fighter. She supported the warriors:
her brother Ramza, Ovelia’s champion Agrias, “Thunder God Cid”
Orlandu, Mustadio, and various lesser knights. She remembered running
northeast with the party. There they met the hunter, Beowulf and his
companion, the Holy Dragon, Reis. Alma’s mystical vision had shown
her the beast’s strange nature. Ramza, Reis, and Beowulf had sought
and found the stone that would restore Reis to her true self. Alma
had performed the ritual. Her mind had nearly burst with all the
warring emotions she’d felt. What if it didn’t work? What if Lucavi
showed up, thanks to the stone? What if Reis herself attacked Alma?
What if Reis didn’t survive the transformation?
The return to her human body had been painful, Alma could tell, but
Reis had never made a sound. She’d fallen naked to the cavern floor
and Alma had quickly given her the extra clothing she’d known she
would need. When Reis had pulled herself together, she’d risen
slowly. She’d ignored the clothes momentarily in order to give Alma a
bone-crushing hug. As Alma had been swept from her feet, she’d
marveled at Reis’s strength. The tall woman seemed to have retained
all her draconian muscle power. Then Reis had gotten dressed and the
two had joined their companions.
Life had proceeded. There had been more fighting, investigating, and
fleeing. Then Alma had been caught. For a short while, she’d been
scared, but she soon realized that she was safe. The bad side and the
good side both wanted her alive.
Ramza had eventually caught up with her captors. Just when it seemed
that her friends would win the day, Alma had been unwillingly
transmuted. Powerful magic had warped her. Part of her fought. The
other part of her watched in horror. Alma’s body, manipulated by
Lucavi, had struck ferociously at the heroes. She dealt Orlandu a
particularly savage blow and he fell hard. He lay still.
Alma was strong enough to force her possessed body to slow itself.
Reis summoned her holy power and focused it on Alma. Together, Reis
and Alma exorcised Alma’s body.
When Lucavi fled, Alma lapsed into deep sleep.
She awoke the next evening. Ramza had told her what had happened.
The news had nearly broken Alma, but her surviving comrades had
consoled her. Orlandu was dead. Agrias was dead. The group was
still on the run from the Church. Delita was officially a scumbucket
who’d managed to become king and was going to marry Ovelia. Her best
friend, married to that cold-hearted butcher: it couldn’t be right.
The mighty T. G. Cid and Agrias, the rock of faithfulness, both gone:
it was too awful to be true. Victory was supposed to be much better
than this.
That was before the Church had struck at them in the dead of night.
Everyone had fled. The party that had just saved Ivalice was
scattered. Who could say what had become of the lost ones?
For some reason, Reis had run with Alma. They had broken free of the
trap and they had kept running for a fortnight. They lost themselves
in Zarghidas Trade City.
There were plenty of reasons that Alma stopped there. She was tired
of running. She truly doubted that anyone could find them in such a
big place. If she had any hope of seeing her friends again, she
needed to stay put and keep her eyes and ears open. And Zarghidas was
a nice city; it was large, but most of it was new. There were no
slums. Most of the people were friendly. Zarghidas had work, too,
and a lot of immigrants.
On the pair’s third day in the city, Reis had awakened early and led
Alma to the largest bestiary in Zarghidas. A manager had met them
both and set them to work as if he’d been expecting them, which he
had. Alma was at a loss. She had no idea how, but Reis had gotten
them employed. Alma was assisting the animals’ healer. Reis, Alma
soon discovered, was handling dangerous creatures. It was the perfect
job for her; animals-especially dragons-loved Reis.
The days passed; life and its injustices continued. The days weren’t
bad, but the nights…Alma often dreamed about her helpless horror as
she slaughtered Orlandu.
Which was exactly how tonight had been.
And now Reis had come to comfort her, as she always did. The dragoner
calmed Alma well, though she never spoke. She merely comforted with a
reassuring touch. She made Alma feel safe. Her physical presence,
while formidable, was only a small portion of her soothing influence.
The majority was her aura of serenity and empathy. Alma couldn’t help
but feel that Reis must be going through hell, separated from Beowulf
as she was.
“Can you speak?” Alma asked timidly.
Reis nodded slowly.
“Why don’t you?”
The woman’s chestnut hair bounced as she shook her head. She pointed
at herself. She made a very frightened face. Then she pointed at her
friend. Alma understood.
“You think you would scare me?”
Reis nodded with a grimace.
Alma was touched and saddened by this. Reis wasn’t talking for her
sake. “You wouldn’t scare me,” the cleric said. “I promise you
wouldn’t. I know the compassionate person you are. Please speak to
me, Reis.”
Reis shook her head emphatically.
Alma realized that she was about to start crying again if this kept
up. She took Reis’s right hand in her two much smaller hands. She
looked into Reis’s wintry grey eyes. “Please,” she entreated.
Reis shut her eyelids. Alma had never seen her cry. Reis wouldn’t
let it happen now. She clapped her hands over her ears and pointed at
Alma. She opened her eyes again. The young healer had not covered
her ears.
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” Alma stated.
Reis took a deep breath. “True,” she rumbled. Her voice was
bestial-the perilous growl of a dragon.
Alma winced at the sound for only an instant. “H-how did you…get this
problem?” the blonde woman stammered.
Reis answered as quietly as she could. Her voice was a menacing
rumble, but Alma fought back her instinctive dragonfear. “Only thing
that stayed dragon.”
“What? But I performed the ritual. Was my faith so weak?”
“Not your fault,” Reis accidentally roared in her haste to correct
Alma. “Mine. I was not calm.”
“I’m sorry, Reis,” Alma said quietly. She impulsively gave her friend
a quick hug. “I’ll heal you. On my honor, I will.”
Alma had a greater purpose in her life once more. She spent nearly
all her time working or looking for a way to fulfill her oath. She
would restore Reis’s voice as soon as she knew how to do it. Okay,
she didn’t spend all her time looking for a cure. She did most of the
cooking for Reis and herself. Every few days, she took Reis to a
restaurant or out to the shops or to a play or to do
something-anything-fun. Alma figured that they needed fun, to counter
the hardships they faced.
It had been a few weeks when Alma came across a book that offered a
solution. She kept reading feverishly. There might be hope-
“-We’re closing, Miss,” the shopkeeper said.
“How much is this book?” Alma asked.
“1500 gil, Miss,” the proprietor answered. “I’m sorry, but it is a
very rare manuscript.”
Alma knew she couldn’t really afford it, but it was for Reis, Reis to
whom she owed so much. “I can give you 1100 for it,” Alma offered.
“It cost me more than that,” the shopkeeper protested.
“All right, I’ll give you 1270 gil. It’s all I’ve got.”
The shopkeeper smiled kindly at her. “All you’ve got? You may have
it for 1100.”
Heart pounding with excitement, Alma burst through the apartment door.
She almost blurted everything to Reis, but she stopped herself. What
if she couldn’t cure Reis after all? It was better to wait and tell
Reis when she was sure. The last thing Alma would ever want to do
would be to raise Reis’s hopes and then dash them into bits. I’d
rather die than cause her pain, Alma thought fiercely. I’ll tell her
when I’m certain, and only then.
Alma wanted to keep reading right then, but she helped Reis make
supper instead. Alma didn’t mind hearing Reis’s monstrous voice, but
she knew that Reis wasn’t comfortable with speaking, so Alma ran most
of the conversation.
“Did you have a good day?” she asked her tall friend.
Reis nodded eagerly.
“Good. So did I. We had a couple of sick red chocobos but two of my
restoring draughts helped them greatly. The healer told me that I’m
the best assistant she’s ever had.”
Reis beamed at her. Encouraged, Alma continued. “I also had a chat
with your supervisor. He told me that you’ve taught him more in the
last two months than he’s learned during the whole rest of his life.
He thinks you’re a godsend. I told him that he was absolutely right.”
Reis blushed heavily at the praise. Despite her embarrassment, she
kept her stormy grey eyes fastened on Alma’s sparkling blue eyes. For
the first time in ages, Reis was genuinely happy.
The day had been long, but Alma forced herself to stay awake and
finish reading the possible remedy for her friend’s condition. It
seemed like a long shit, but it would be easy enough to try the cure.
There was nothing to lose by trying. We will make our attempt
tomorrow then, Alma decided. She slipped into a peaceful sleep.
It was still dark when Alma was startled awake. She heard a loud
growl. For an instant, she panicked. Then she thought of Reis. It
must be her, and she sounded scared; and it’s not easy to scare a
dragon, Alma realized fearfully. Maybe we’ve been found? She rushed
to Reis’s room.
She’d been ready for almost anything, but not for what she saw. Reis
was thrashing and rumbling. Her eyes were open, but she was obviously
asleep and terrified. Reis, the brave warrior; Reis, the strongest
person Alma knew; Reis, the only woman she’d ever known who was a
match for Orlandu; mighty Reis was having a nightmare. She was just a
human, the same as Alma.
Alma fairly flew to Reis’s side. The panic that the dragon’s growl
evoked was many times more powerful than it had been when Reis spoke
with Alma, because Reis had been purposely staying as quiet as she
could. Alma’s concern easily overwhelmed even this tremendous fear.
In a flash, the blond woman was next to her friend. She put a
determined hand on Reis’s shoulder. “It’s a bad dream, that’s all.
Wake up! It’s only a dream.”
Reis jolted. Her eyes focused and the fear left them. She grew aware
of Alma’s support. Tears welled in her eyes and her lower lip began
to quiver.
She’s still fighting, still trying to be strong for me, Alma thought
fondly. She embraced Reis with her warm, slender arms and laid the
dragoner’s head on her shoulder. “It’s okay to cry,” she whispered.
“I know you’re strong. Let it out, Reis. I’m with you.”
Grief, happiness, pain, frustration, and many other tangled emotions
poured from Reis. Small, gentle Alma braced her as she sobbed. The
young healer had never heard a dragon cry. It was such a poignant
sound that Alma couldn’t be afraid; she could only be sympathetic.
“I feel better,” Reis sniffed at last.
“I’m glad,” Alma responded. “I know I’ve only been a burden-“
“-No!” Reis contradicted. “A blessing. A true friend.”
“As have you,” Alma said, though her throat was choked with sudden
emotion. She held onto Reis for a while longer.
The following day seemed pretty normal, not that Alma had much to
compare a normal day with. She had a few injuries to mend, the worst
of which was an uribo’s shattered knee. She did her work quickly and
proficiently. Reis’s day was more eventful but still rather ordinary.
Some extremely rude customers had irritated a pregnant hyudra; Reis
had soothed the angry creature before she’d slaughtered the offenders.
Reis’s boss had been duly impressed again. Normally, such fools
would’ve been lunchmeat, no matter who tried to help.
Alma could barely contain her excited anxiety as she walked with Reis
back to the apartment. Once there, she cleared her throat. Reis
looked at her expectantly.
“I may have found a way to heal you,” Alma announced, keeping her
voice as even as she could. Reis’s face glowed with hope. Alma
continued, “According to an old text, the problem is in your memory.
What I need to do is enter your mind through meditation and alter your
memory of the ritual. All you need to do is concentrate on something
else, preferably something happy. It shouldn’t take too long.”
Both women took deep breaths. Reis looked calm; Alma admired her once
again. The healer herself was as nervous as could be. She and Reis
sat on the carpet and placed their palms together.
“Are you ready?” the young mystic asked.
Reis nodded. She held her strong chin high.
“Let’s begin,” Alma said firmly. She let her faith guide her toward
the mind of the woman with the chestnut hair. Her faith and willpower
were quite potent. She glided easily through Reis’s subconscious
mind. She ignored all but her objective. She wanted to respect her
friend’s privacy and do her “repairs” as soon as she could so that
Reis wouldn’t have to strain herself with concentration. There was
the scene. The dream Alma was praying hard. The present Alma flitted
into the chamber with Reis. She spoke in a pacifying manner.
“Everything will be okay. You have never been a dragon, Reis; even
now, you are a woman. Believe in yourself. Have no fear.”
Incredibly, Alma heard the dream-dragon Reis’s thoughts. “Please stay
with me until the ritual is complete,” she implored.
“All right,” Alma conceded.
Alma stood with the dream-dragon until she heard her dream-self call
Reis’s name. “You’ll be fine now,” Alma said. Dream-Reis, now a
human, smiled. “I will always be with you.” With that promise, Alma
left Reis’s mind.
Alma opened her eyes to see Reis grinning beatifically at her. She
stayed quiet. Alma couldn’t bear the maddening silence.
“Come on, Reis! Did it work?”
The tall brunette helped Alma to her feet. “It did,” she stated.
Alma had never heard anything so wonderful. Reis’s voice was low and
melodious and full of power, just as her body and mind were.
“Oh Reis, I’m so happy!” Alma cried. “Come on, let’s put on some nice
clothes and celebrate!”
Alma was positively giddy with their victory. She dressed in a white
blouse with embroidered orchids and lotuses; a knee-length, mint blue
skirt with a black lace hem; lavender, calf-high socks; black,
open-toed shoes with eight-centimeter heels; and silken lavender
gloves. She tied a violet scarf into a bow in her hair. Using a
little bit of magic, she put a few gorgeous streaks of rosy pink into
her blonde hair. She felt ready. Well, mostly ready-she also felt a
tad nervous. I guess I’m just being silly, Alma admonished herself.
She knocked on Reis’s door.
“Nearly ready,” Reis called. “Just give me one more minute.”
“Take your time,” Alma said glibly. She began pacing, then noticed
what she was doing and stopped. This isn’t like me, she thought.
I’ve got to-
--She heard the doorknob turn. Her heart leapt up to just beneath her
mouth and decided to stay there until further notice. Reis was
standing in the doorway. She was wearing a light blue, long-sleeved
blouse with a navy blue vest that was fastened with three silver
buttons. She had on loose white satin slacks that billowed around her
legs with every movement. She’d piled up her long, chestnut hair and
held it in place with two combs, one of cherry wood and one of cedar.
This left her slender neck bare except for a blood-red cotton choker
that was tied with a small bow. She looked into Alma’s eyes and gave
her a crooked little grin.
Alma felt heat rush to her cheeks. “Y-you look great,” she told Reis
candidly. “Wow. You really look lovely.”
“Thank you, Alma,” Reis said with a blush of her own. “You look
rather enchanting yourself.”
“Shall we?” Alma invited. She had a MagiCab already waiting outside.
She and Reis clambered into the vehicle and rode to the classiest
section of the city. They arrived at the restaurant in just a few
minutes. Alma insisted that she was paying for everything, so Reis
was left to simply enjoy herself. Small, multi-colored globes gave
soft light; wonderful scents and relaxing music drifted through the
air; everyone was friendly; the food was outstanding. To Reis, the
capper was the company; she couldn’t ask for better than the bright
young woman with her.
An urge that Reis couldn’t suppress suddenly made the dragon mistress
stand and extend her hand to Alma. “Dance with me?” she asked shyly.
She felt Alma’s small, gloved hand in her own as the blonde woman
mutely accepted.
Reis guided Alma to the dance floor. At first, she led, moving with a
grace that surprised even her. The pair complemented each other
flawlessly, almost as though they shared a psychic bond. During the
slow songs, Alma took the lead; Reis led during the faster songs.
Alma pirouetted with careless abandon, her long pink and blonde hair
making her resemble a sparkling comet that revolved around Reis.
Dancing with Reis felt natural and satisfying. Alma loved the paradox
of being free in Reis’s strong arms. The happy duo kept dancing until
there was no more music. Alma and Reis reluctantly returned to their
table.
Alma ordered a raspberry tart for dessert and she and Reis shared it.
The waitress came over and gave Alma the bill. Reis could have sworn
that the girl winked at Alma, but it was over so quickly that she
couldn’t be sure. Nonetheless, the look struck a jealous chord in
Reis’s heart. She didn’t know why…but it had happened. Reis would
not deny it. In the meantime, Alma paid the bill. Then she and Reis
rode back to their apartment. Reis thought Alma looked a little
preoccupied.
They got into the small apartment and Alma magically brought up the
lights. She turned to look at Reis.
Both women started talking at once. They laughed. “You go first,”
Reis offered.
“I had a great time tonight,” Alma confided. “You made me feel
special.”
Reis swallowed hard. “I just want to thank you, Alma. And not just
for the dinner; I have to thank you for the dance, too.”
Alma turned crimson. “You’re a great dancer,” she said embarrassedly.
“I’m glad you asked me.”
“You’ve done so much for me,” Reis began. “I’ll never be able to
repay you. Thanks to you, I can talk again. You told me to think of
something happy while you restored my voice.” The woman with the
chestnut hair looked at Alma with shining eyes. “I thought of being
with you, Alma.”
“You did?” Alma squeaked. She smoothed her hair self-consciously,
averting her eyes from Reis’s penetrating gaze. “But I’m so small and
weak and-“
“-Loving,” Reis interjected. “Wise.” She stepped toward Alma
deliberately. “Courageous.” She gently placed her hands on Alma’s
face. Alma closed her eyes. “Generous.” Reis kissed Alma’s brow.
“Beautiful.” Reis kissed Alma’s cheeks. “Angelic.” Reis boldly
kissed Alma’s mouth.
The blonde and pink-haired woman returned the kiss with vehement
passion. She moved her hands slowly up and down Reis’s smooth back.
She poured her love into Reis. Abruptly, she pulled away from the
taller woman.
“Reis,” she said with quiet intensity, “don’t do this if you don’t
mean it.”
“No worries, darling,” Reis answered. She leaned forward and kissed
Alma again.
Alma leaned harder, pressing into Reis’s muscular body. She guided
the dragon mistress steadily backward until she fell into a chair.
Alma followed very closely, straddling the tall woman, still kissing
her hungrily. Her hands roved along Reis’s sides, grabbed Reis’s
blouse and tugged hard, untucking the shirt. She deftly unbuttoned
the vest and blouse with quick, certain twitches of her fingers. Alma
took the kiss even deeper. She slid the loose garments over Reis’s
shoulders and pulled her arms free of the sleeves.
Reis was breathing more and more heavily. Alma’s gloved fingers
glided tortuously over her exposed chest. She was malleable in Alma’s
hands-not limp, but willing and responsive. She let Alma do whatever
she wanted to do. Alma took the license and used it to the fullest.
She wriggled her hips on Reis’s lap and unfastened Reis’s slacks.
Both women were surprised and excited at Alma’s aggressive behavior.
The way Reis moved her tongue in Alma’s mouth encouraged her to keep
going. She put her hands up to Reis’s head and withdrew the two
combs. Reis’s chestnut mane tumbled around the amorous couple in
waves of exquisite beauty. Alma’s breath caught. She finally pried
her lips from Reis’s mouth. She brushed the long hair from Reis’s ear
and kissed it delicately. “You’re the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever
seen,” Alma whispered. She shifted slightly and kissed Reis’s other
ear. “I’m in love with you,” she murmured. Reis knew that it was
true.
“I…love you…Alma,” Reis panted as she squirmed beneath Alma’s busy
lips and fingers.
Alma reverently lifted Reis’s hand and kissed it. She traveled
tenderly up Reis’s arm. “Your freckles are so adorable,” Alma said as
she kissed Reis’s shoulder.
“You’re too sweet,” Reis sighed.
Suddenly, Alma slipped from Reis’s lap and dropped to her knees. Reis
missed her already, but not for long. Alma’s small hands gripped her
buttocks and scooted her forward on the chair. She brushed her lips
across Reis’s abdomen. The touch was lighter than a faint breeze, but
Reis felt it in every cell of her body. Whether she meant to or not,
Alma was teasing her unbearably. The dragoner’s eyelids fluttered.
Alma stroked her ribs and began licking her belly button. “Mm…more,”
Reis whimpered.
Alma’s hands went to Reis’s waist. The tall brunette lifted herself
off the chair for a moment and let Alma pull the voluminous pants over
her hips, down to her ankles, and then completely off. Alma’s mouth
flew to Reis’s abdomen again. Reis sighed with frustrated pleasure.
At last, Alma began her slow journey south, every second seeming like
days of splendid, excruciating, delicious waiting. She ached in
anticipation. Alma loved her. Alma wouldn’t keep her from her
release. Alma-
--touched the tip of her tongue to Reis’s swollen, damp clitoris.
Reis screeched, rocking her hips convulsively against Alma’s lips and
tongue. Alma obliged Reis’s unspoken wish and pushed her tongue into
the powerful woman as far as she could. Reis screamed in ecstasy,
calling Alma’s name again and again until she had no breath left.
Alma kept lapping at her vagina, wanting every drop of tangy fluid
that her beloved had to offer.
After Reis had come several times, Alma had drunk her fill and lifted
her head from between Reis’s trembling legs. She looked into Reis’s
eyes and saw fulfilled dreams. It made her feel warm and happy to see
that. She stood and straddled Reis’s lap again. The dragon
mistress’s eyes were still shut tightly and she was gulping air as if
she hadn’t breathed in hours. Alma kissed her neck and ears while
Reis recovered from her numerous consecutive orgasms. Alma
nonchalantly played with Reis’s nipples, enjoying the taller woman’s
yelps of protest.
Reis finally regained her strength and swatted Alma’s hands away from
her chest. “How did you do that?” she asked her blonde lover. “How
did you make me feel so great?”
“I wanted you to know I love you,” Alma said seriously.
Reis melted. “Alma,” she breathed in a husky voice. She put her arms
around the young healer and kissed her affectionately. Alma felt her
body growing warmer as Reis’s hands ran through her fine hair. Reis
turned Alma so she was sitting sideways across her legs. Then she
lifted the petite woman, cradling her in her arms. Alma was again
impressed at Reis’s strength; Reis was carrying her the way she might
a small child. But Alma’s feeling of security changed to excited glee
when Reis set her gently on her bed.
“Now let me show you my love,” Reis whispered. She slipped her hands
underneath Alma’s skirt, grabbed her skimpy panties, and yanked them
off the smaller woman’s body. Alma gasped at the quickness and power
in the action. Reis pulled Alma’s blouse up and off her without even
undoing the clasps. The dragoner paused involuntarily. A slim gold
chain with a tiny golden chocobo charm encircled Alma’s flat abdomen.
Thoroughly distracted, Reis put her hand beneath the chain and
caressed Alma’s smooth belly.
“I can’t tell you how beautiful you are,” Reis said, “but just looking
at you nearly breaks my heart.”
“Reis, my love…” Alma said as tears formed in her eyes.
Reis massaged Alma’s small, firm breasts. She licked along each of
Alma’s ribs, producing shrill cries of joy from the slim blonde. Reis
grinned and pushed Alma’s frilly lavender bra over her breasts. She
felt Alma’s nipples rise, begging for attention. Reis toyed with one
with her fingers and closed her lips around the other.
“Oh, yes! Reis!” Alma shouted. Reis let the sounds spur her on. She
let her free hand wander over Alma’s stomach, then her hips, then her
thighs, finally over her puffy vulvae. Alma was more vocal than ever,
but not even close to coherent. Reis sucked hard on one of Alma’s
nipples. She slowly worked her middle finger into her young lover.
Reis kept the penetration very shallow at first; she was getting an
excellent reaction from her probing. Slowly though, the dragon
mistress pushed deeper.
With amazement, she met resistance that had to be Alma’s hymen. This
was sacred territory. Reis kept her finger moving but was careful to
remain shallow.
Alma understood. She opened her eyes and raised her head with great
effort. “I need…you…in me…Reis,” she moaned.
“But, you’re a virgin, Alma. If I go any further-“
“-Do it! I…want you…deep…inside…me! Please! Reis!”
Reis didn’t dare believe her ears. This lovely woman who lay below
her was asking her to take her innocence. “It will hurt,” Reis
warned. She somehow kept her voice steady.
“I know. I need…you…to…make me…yours.”
Gladness trickled from Reis’s eyes. She used her dragon ability to
blow icy breath on Alma’s nipples, drawing her attention away from the
act she was about to perform. She thrust her finger hard into Alma’s
vagina. Pain and pleasure mixed in Alma’s mind, threatening to
overwhelm her. She held her breath unintentionally. Reis kept moving
her finger, plunging into Alma at an increasing tempo. Alma
shuddered, feeling the pain shrink and the pleasure expand. Reis felt
Alma relaxing again, so she stuck another finger into her tight
opening. Alma screamed and started humping Reis’s hand as forcefully
as she could. Reis rubbed Alma’s chest and twirled her fingers inside
the blonde cleric. It wouldn’t be long now.
“Reis!” Alma yelled from the top of her lungs. Her entire body rose
off the bed; she clamped her legs around Reis’s hand; she gushed
sticky liquid like a small waterfall. Reis did her best to keep her
fingers in motion through the duration of Alma’s climax. For her
part, Alma kept coming, her voice reaching ear-splitting volume, her
body shuddering for long minutes. Her muscles strained as she leapt
from pinnacle to pinnacle. She felt that she could ask for no more
from this life. Eventually, her fatigued thighs released Reis’s hand
and she lay limply on the bed. Skyrockets and pinwheels danced
through her mind.
She felt the soft pressure of Reis’s full lips on her own. Reis’s
strong arms clasped her in a warm embrace. As well as she could, Alma
returned the hug and the kiss. The lovers lay that way for a long
time.
“Reis,” Alma said through her euphoria, “is there nothing you can’t
do?”
Reis giggled like a young girl. “I should ask you that.”
“I love you with all that I am, Reis,” Alma sighed contentedly.
“Thank you for making me a woman.”
Reis blushed heavily. “Perhaps, when you’re ready…you could do the
same for me?” she asked in an adorably bashful tone.
Alma sat up in startled puzzlement, stifling a groan at the exertion.
“What are you saying? I thought you…and Beowulf…”
Reis laughed gaily. “No! Oh, Alma! Beowulf is my uncle. He took
care of me after my parents died. That’s why he’s so protective of
me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Reis said. She wrapped a pink lock of Alma’s hair around
her finger. “I’ve made peace with their loss. And I can see how
you’d misinterpret my relationship with Beowulf; we are very close,
after all.”
“Reis, you’re wonderful.”
“I love you, Alma.”
The two women lay intertwined, enjoying the contentment that love
brings. “Will you sleep with me?” Alma asked quietly. “Maybe we can
guard each other’s dreams.”
“Oh, Alma,” Reis breathed. She laid her head in the blonde woman’s
lap. “Of course. I would do anything for you. I would love to sleep
in your arms.”
“I-I think we ought to use my bed tonight,” Alma said with an
irresistible smile. “Yours seems to be a little damp.”
Reis and Alma laughed for a long time.
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