The Curse and the Traveler's

[caela]

For Skye every thing seemed to stop around them. Nothing existed but Max and the feel of him moving inside of her. She could feel his urgency growing and her own built with it, pooling low in her belly in a knot of liquid pleasure that threatened to burst through her at any moment.

As his pace quickened and she could feel his breath, hot and raggid, on her throat her own increased to match him. Rocking and grinding against him her legs tightened on his hips as she neared her own release and the arms around his shoulders clung tightly to him; feeling as if she'd shatter into a million pieces if she dared to let go.

Feeling the first stirrings of his release shotting into her triggers her own and a low cry fills the glade around them as she shudders underneath him. The slick walls of her sex gripping and tightening, drawing out his own pleasure while hers seems to almost lift her up and out of herself and only his grip on her body holds her in place.

Collapsing against the ground and gasping for breath she finally manages a small smile and whispers in his ear, "Thank you for that Max."

 

[only_more_so]

"Thank you for that Max."

Max couldn't help but laugh a little when Skye said that. She was thanking him? The laughter however caused his cock to twitch inside of her, causing an almost unbearable spike in pleasent sensation. The slight pulses of Skye's sex as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm, sent thrills through Max, setting off aftershocks of his own.

His face hovered over hers for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. He moved a little closer so his lips met hers in a gentle kiss. "No thanks is necessarily, my wife. The reward is in the doing." He grinned at her, and gave her another kiss before moving his head to the side to hug her closely to him. Even being inside her didn't feel close enough. He didn't know how long he held her like that, feeling the rhythms of her body from without and within, but he did realize their hearts were beating in unison.

 

[caela]

"No thanks is necessarily, my wife. The reward is in the doing."

His wife. She liked the sound of that, it just felt right somehow and when his lips pressed lightly to hers she returned his tender kiss with a soft smile. His arms wrapping aorund her, holding her close against him, felt like home and she curled in against him. In that moment nothing else mattered but their love, even if the fog rolled over them she would die content in the knowledge that she was with the man she loved and that their sacrifice would hold off the curse for one more generation.

"The doing is indeed it's own reward," she murmured softly and listened to the sound of his heart beat. it was a long moment before she realized that their hearts were beating as one and when she did a bright smile curved her lips.

"I love you husband," she said softly, savoring the sound of it on her lips.

 

[poohlive]

"Serena..."

But he knew it was useless. She had that tone in her voice, one which told him she was putting her foot down. He might have just thrown her out of his room, but he couldn't do that to Serena. She wanted to go out and needed help.

If he could do nothing else, he could help her search tne dungeon in their final hours. It was something to do. What else was there? Just sitting here waiting for the inevitable, that fog to pour inside and once more consume him until he was nothing more than a deranged animal.

He got up, went to his closet, and took out a cloak. She was not the only one who needed a disguise when they were going out. Both were supposed to be in their rooms.

He opened the door for her, kissing her on the cheek, and bowed.

"Let's go," He said, "Hurry!"

 

[only_more_so]

Max felt more alive and free than he had since he was a young child. All his life he had spent worrying about the fog and the impending end of his life, that he hardly had time to enjoy anything. But now it was different, except perhaps the impending end of his life. Now the thought made him smile, he had found love, and made love, and if his magical sense was correct, he had done everything he could to save the kingdom from the fog.

With a good deal of reluctance, he withdrew himself from within Skye. He gazed down into her eyes, and smiled at her. He didn't want to lay his whole weight on top of her, and his arms would get tired eventually. As his cock slide from inside her, he could feel her sex trying to hold onto him.

He lay beside her, with one arm and one leg draped over her body, and his head resting on her shoulder. "Lovely, princess wife Skye. You have made me the happiest man in the world. Being here with you has lifted decades of burden from my shoulders and my heart. My heart which now soars on its love for you."

He felt a bit silly saying such foppish words, but he hugged her to him. As he did so he realized how very close her nipple was to his mouth. His lips soon found the tasty bud and sucked it in. The slightly salty taste of her flesh was also sweet, delicious on his tongue.

* * *

King Charles and Queen Beatrix went to visit the seers, at David's bequest. As they walked toward the strange cavelike entrance to their portion of the castle complex, Beatrix suddenly swooned as a inaudible boom sweep through the corridors.

Beatrix looked at Charles with tears streaming from her face, "Max has done it, he has fulfilled his half of the curse."

"His half? What do you mean?"

"I am not sure." She paused before continuing, seemingly sad but also relieved she added, "He is finally at peace."

The continued walking in silence, Beatrix hanging onto Charles' arm. The head seer was suddenly standing before him. "King Charles, it is good that you have come. You must tell your guards not to interfere in anyway with what your sons must do. The end is drawing nigh. The battle with the curse will be decided tonight, one way or the other."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Serena wanted to slap him. He was doing it again. Touching her... kissing her... “Damn, him,” she thought to herself. She expected him to lead the way, but when he didn’t she walked past him and kept to the dark shadows of the castle.

It was just a matter of time before they came across servants and when they did there seemed to be no one that was trying to stop them. She looked to David, not understanding, but not questioning it either. Someone knew what was happening... someone had kept David out of the dark, but who?

She pushed the thought away, wondering how she was going to get past the guards. Once they reached the guards, she expected to be stopped. Especially when they called David, His Highness. She stared at him and a look of confusion filled her. They allowed them to pass and eventually she reached the old room that had been sealed long ago.

“David. I don’t know why... but we need to go behind this door. There is something there...”

She dug at the clay that had been used to seal the door. “David.... there is evil here. I... can feel it.”

Stepping clear of the door she waited to see what he thought and felt about proceeding. He was the Prince, she was simply the serving girl.

 

[caela]

"Lovely, princess wife Skye. You have made me the happiest man in the world. Being here with you has lifted decades of burden from my shoulders and my heart. My heart which now soars on its love for you."

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders while he curled up against her body she smiled warmly down at him, her heart soaring at his sappy statement of love.

"My heart soars with yours my darling husband, now and always."

Threading her fingers through his hair she stroke the tresses softly between her fingers, loving the soft feel of them. She doubted she'd ever get enough of touching him, being close to him, feeling him wrapped around her. She didn't have a lot of time to ponder such things however as he realized his head was on her breast and his lips gently closed around her nipple.

Feeling the gentle sucking on the tight bud he'd claimed a low groaning filled her throat and her back arched up slightly, "Keep that up Max and you're going to have to make love to me again."

 

[poohlive]

"I don't get it. Max and I used to play down here a hundred times or so in our youths, and I have never seen this room before."

Yet, a lot of things did not make sense to him. The way Serena had nearly scowled at him earlier, the way the guards had acted, even the way Serena now knew exactly where to go, and what to do. It was as if she weren't leading him, but she herself were being followed.

Another led her further down the rabbit hole.

She had predicted there to be a door behind a seemingly solid wall, and she was right. He saw the door now, and her own satisfaction.

With a sigh he pushed on the door. At first it only pushed back, ingorant of him, but then lamented and he could feel ancient rusted hinges coming to life.

They stood now among a darkened entrance, a black hole that swallowed the light just a few inches in.

David looked around, and saw an old conch on the wall, filled with cobwebs and old age. With some flint, it came to life, illuminating the way.

"You seem to know where you are going, Serena," He said, as he pushed the conch just inside the entrance. It lit up a long hallway that seemed to emerge in a larger room. He could not see anymore.

He wished he had a sword, or some other weapon. At first, he had settled on just humoring a good friend for the last hours of their life, but now... now he felt danger. Even though the layers and layers of dust was under his foot, he didn't think they would just find dead bones inside this tomb.

"These are old catacombs," He was lookin at the walls. They were made of ancient bricks, even more ancient than the castle's, large unrefined pieces of rock fitting together in rugged juts. They seemed to only hold together by whatever mortar the engineers had used, otherwise it would all fall down. These must be older than the castle they were built upon.

"No one knows these existed here," He turned back to Serena, looking at her in an odd way, "Except you. How do you know, Serena? Was it in that diary you read? Did you read something I did not hear? How do you know so much?"

 

[only_more_so]

"Keep that up Max and you're going to have to make love to me again."

Although Max heard what she said, he wasn't really paying attention. More he was just enjoying the feel of her body against his. The feel of her nipple in his mouth, the scent of her body.

Finally he relinquished her nipple and rose up onto his elbow. He gazed down the length of her nude body. He took in her smooth slender legs, the gentle rounding of her hips, and the fiery curls covering her sex. Her flat smooth belly and narrow waist, and the swelling of her breasts were a feast for his eyes. He could see a flushing starting on her chest and when he looked into her eyes he could see the lust building. But more important to him was the love and devotion he saw in her lustrous eyes. Eyes that seemed to draw him in, promising him love and happiness till the end of time.

He kissed her gently and then looked around the clearing. He could no longer see the sentinel trees flanking the clearing, he could hardly even see the grass growing a dozen feet away. The fog had moved in even more closely, but wouldn't enter their little space.

"There doesn't seem to be much else to do my wife. Besides, even if there were, there is nothing I would like better in all the worlds to do than make love to you."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Serena felt a chill run over her spine. She wasn’t sure why or how she knew she and David were supposed to be where they were and she didn’t have answers to David’s questions. “I don’t know. I read the diary. You listened to it. There was nothing else about catacombs.”

They moved deeper into the darkness. The feeling of evil filled her and she wanted to run away, but she couldn’t. “David. I am scared. I don’t want to be here.”

Yet, she continued walking, as if she had traveled this path years ago. The fear continued to roll over her. No matter how hard she tried not to, she couldn’t fight the urge not to move further onward.

They came to several tunnels, each one shrouded in darkness, each one she ignored and walked past. There came a point where she no longer needed the light from the torch David carried. She simply walked ahead of him. “This way,” she whispered, turning sharply to the left and then the right.

The air was cold and stale. There was no natural light, no fresh air.

“Come here sweetling...”

“I’m coming,” she told the voice and began to quicken her step.

 

[caela]

"There doesn't seem to be much else to do my wife. Besides, even if there were, there is nothing I would like better in all the worlds to do than make love to you."

Laughing softly Skye realized he was right. There was little for them to do trapped in the glade as they were. If they tried to leave the fog would envelop them and so they were stuck with only each other for company and the tattered remains of their clothes.

"Mmmm, I like hearing you call me that you know. I like being your wife. And making love to you is something I look forward to spending a lifetime doing."

Stretching up an arm to cup his cheem she drew him down to her and kissed him tenderly, her lips soft and warm but hungry as well as her body rolled closer to his and one thigh wrapped up and over his, holding him against her with a soft purring in her throat.

 

[poohlive]

"Wait... Wait Serena."

As soon as he stepped in her he knew Serena wasn't crazy. At least, not as crazy as himself. She might have been demented, or possibly posessed, but not crazy. He could feel it down here too, like some stagnant pool of water that had been left alone to fester for eternity.

Serena felt something down here, had seen it or brought it up in memory. Now, she was following on instinct.

He wished he had that. Instinct. It seemed like everyone worked on instinct. As if this were some fucked up fairy tale, and everyone knew where they were going. Max and Skye knew they would fall in love, Serena knew she would be coming down here, and so they all blindly followed their instinct to the natural conclusion.

Except for him. He had nothing, no gut feeling telling him what to do or how to act. He was just David, the prince. Betrayed and lied to his whole life only to find whatever answers there might be here beneath the castle, ancient catacombs of truth and evil.

He really needed a sword. His only instinct told him he would be a lot safer with a sword. Or, maybe one of those automatic weapons from the Anderson mansion. That would work.

"Serena..." She was moving faster now, faster than him. He had to nearly run to catch up. She was well beyond the light, which he grasped in desperation with his own eyes. He could not see, and that hindered his movement as well.

"Serena!" He wanted to run faster, but could not.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Serena continued through the catacombs darkness surrounded her and she never heard David calling for her. She only heard the voice reaching out for her and beckoning her forth. She came to two tunnels and knew which one to go down. Quickly she hurried, the commanding force pulling at her.

She arrived at a door and it opened on its own. She stepped through and it slammed shut behind her. The sound echoed around the catacombs, but she had no fear rush through her, only a sense of completion.

“I am here, my Lord.”

The figure in the room turned and had Serena been aware she would have screamed. The troll was about four-foot-seven and his skin was a pale gray. His eyes were almost white and a small pupil the color of blood stood out in great contrast. They stared at Serena or was it into her.

“My beautiful Princess. . . it has been a long time.”

Serena closed the distance and fell to her knees. She kissed his raised hand, and pressed her cheek against the gold ring he wore.

“It is time. You were supposed to be here long before now. Why did you tarry?”

“It was that girl. That Serena. She wouldn’t die!”

Serena stood. “I tried to get her murdered at the party, but the elder Prince interfered. Then when she leaped in the name of love, she was abducted and again she would have died, but no the other interfered. Then I was able to have her wed to the Chancellor’s son and then I knew he would end her life. His hands have killed many. She killed him, my Lord and if it wasn’t for the book, I never would have been able to escape.”

“They have turned the key to the first half of the curse and it is growing weak. We must complete this final stage and bring you back to me. Then I will rule as I should have thousands of years ago, and the true thief of the dust will be known to all.

Serena smiled and allowed the troll to take her hand and lead her to a long slab of rock.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." He paused, looking at the open tunnels before him. Three of them, all going in different directions. He didn't know why, but each one terrified him. The blackness that gaped just beyond his torch light. A total black in his vision, something he could not pierce.

He had lost her, and the trails were now demented. After he called out to her, and she ran ahead, he could still see her footprints left in the dust. Now, it was gone. The footprints had faded into nothingness, leaving him only these three choices left.

Somewhere in front of him something large closed shut. It echoed off the walls like some maddening force, gathering speed as it rolled down a hill. It deafened him, as he stood there, his small torch dancing without any wind to guide it.

That sound wasn't as bad as the one behind him. Something was moving, dragging, shuffling its feet as it walked forward. He didn't know what it was, but it scared him more than the sounds ahead.

David was trapped, and somehow... somehow Serena had done this to him. Hadn't she?

"Oh damnit," the shuffling behind him rose, and he knew if he stayed here, he would find whatever creature made that shuffling, and see just what it was for himself. He didn't want to see.

David picked the one on the lift, out of absolutely no reason whatsoever. Serena would have known just where to go, her psychic abilities were running rampant now. Max would have felt it in his gloved hands, and known the right course.

Even Skye, she would have just grabbed her little medallion around her neck, closed her eyes, and known the true way.

Here David was, cascading through the catacombs, and didn't have a single psychic guide to help him. All he had was himself. His own useless, sowrdless self, that wouldn't know a psychic notion if it hit him over the head with a 2 by 4.

"Come on Serena," He muttered under his breath, hoping against hope he was moving in the right direction.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The woman inside the young girl smiled in pure delight. It was finally going to happen. Years ago she and her husband had come to the Palace and had worked their magic together, corrupting the King and his Fairy Queen.

Now the fog was full of fairies looking for magic dust that would never be found and she was closer to becoming one with her mate. She trembled inside the young girl. The moment the diary had been opened her soul had been released, but sadly she’d not been freed by the right woman. It had taken forever for her to reach the young serving girl, and when Serena touched the diary the spell that had been cast upon her was finally released.

If the wench had just died... Gwendyln would have just slipped into her shell and taken full possession of it. Now though she was forced to push the girl back into her mind. It wasn’t hard to do. Serena was mentally defeated. She had given her heart to a man that didn’t love her and she had taken another’s life. She’d been used and discarded by others and almost raped. All of these things weakened her, and now Gwendyln could appear and take her place beside her evil, but loving mate.

“There is someone coming.”

Gwendyln turned and glared at the door. “It is that fool! Damn him. He doesn’t love her, so why does he keep coming for her?”

“David. Where are you? David please I am scared.”

 

[only_more_so]

Max rolled from his side to his back, pulling Skye on top of him. Her slender weight felt good on his body, a warm contrast to the cool grass he was lying on. He kissed her deeply as his arms held her body against his. He allowed his fingers to wander down her back and trail along her spine before grasping her bottom in his hands.

Her smooth thighs rubbed against his body and legs, encouraging his cock to grow. Even the slightest motion of her body seeme to cause him to grow harder and more erect, until he was sure that it must be waving in the air above her bottom.

That was when he felt the liquid heat touching the top of his cock. It felt even more enticing than before. He tried to move his hips to slide the head of his cock into her, but he realized he would need her cooperation to manage it.

He laughed a bit and thought to himself, If only those haughty women who called him gay or impotent because he wouldn't have sex with them could see him now. It was only when Skye giggled that he realized he must have projected it through their mental link.

 

[caela]

Skye purred softly as Max rolled on to his back, carrying her on top of him. Straddling his thighs she rocked her hips against him, her body instinctively seeking his while she returned his kiss and shivered under the feel of his fingers sliding down her spine. When he gripped the curve of her bottom in his hands she groaned softly and pressed down further. She could feel his cock pressing to the opening of her body and reached down to guide him into her body.

As she sank down on his length she heard the thought running through Max's mind, If only those haughty women who called him gay or impotent because he wouldn't have sex with them could see him now. She giggled softly and clenched her slick inner walls around him while she tilted her head to nibble on his neck. Her mind touched his in a gentle caress and she whispered to him, I didn't know you were interested in putting on a show for those sonbs love...that's kind of kinky.

Nipping at his neck where it met his shoulder she purred softly against his flesh while her body started to move on him. Riding him slowly she sighed and savored the feel of him filling her body once more.

 

[poohlive]

"Damnit!" He kicked the far wall for a third time, his foot throbbing in pain. It was the second dead end he had come to, travelling through these catacombs. Frustration mounted inside him, and he knew he was late already, missing something. Everything important was happening around him, and all he had was a fucking torch in the middle of a blind alley cave.

He turned back to one of the many forks in the road, multiple roads that all seemed to lead to the dead ends of nothing.

This wasn't some catacomb, he knew now. It was a spiderweb. Some huge web underground that captured young naive fucking people who came in here. No wonder no one else knew about this place. Every time they found it they got stuck in the spiderweb, and never came out again.

The slow distant sounds of someone coming behind him were getting closer. Or louder, he didn't know which. Probably both. Something coming closer would be louder. It was the shuffling of the dead, coming to touch him. The touch of someone he'd killed, wanting to put their cold dead fingers around his neck and squeeze.

He ran down another tunnel, looking at the dead end, but this one revealed a door. One huge massive door which he practically flung himself into. The wood, despite its ancient look like everything else, was just as strong as steel.

He tried the knob, locked.

"Oh come on! Serena!"

"DAVID!!!"

For one wild moment he thought it was Serena on the other side of the door, calling out to him. It wasn't until the hairs on his neck stood up that he realized it came behind him, not in front of him.

David turned, whipping around, his torch out high in front of him, like some sort of weapon. The only weapon he had. Damnit, one fucking sword... he just needed one.

"It's been a long time, David."

David thought he saw a ghost, or the mental image of his own subconscious, finally catching up to him. It wasn't either though. It was just Derek, standing at the edge of the shadows, leaning heavily one one leg.

Blood fell from him in hard coagulated drops. It wasn't normal. Normal blood falling was liquid, hugging the ground. This stuff was hard, like jello, plopping to the ground. It sickened him, and he could feel his empty stomach churning.

"You shouldn't have come down here. It's too late."

David could hear the hard scraggly voice, strained and near impossible to understand. He didn't understand it until he saw the jagged cut in Derek's neck. Serena had cut him, killed him. Now, he stood before David, trying desperately to talk out of useless vocal cords.

"What in the hell is going on, Derek, you're dead?"

"And you're about to be, David. That's how it goes. Que sera... sera."

"Oh fuck you," David turned back to the door, knocking on it, trying to push it once more, slam up against it.

"It's over, David. She's about to die."

"You fucking bastard, don't you touch her."

"David. He's been waiting for her for centuries. This is a reunion, and you're not going to spoil it."

David turned around, watching as Derek slowly moved towards him. A dead man's shuffle, lolling heavily on one side before dragging his other leg forward.

"Why would he want Serena, why would you want Serena soo bad? Everybody wants to either kill her or rape her. I just want to keep her safe."

"Awww, you poor baby. We're just trying to keep the curse going, my friend. Don't you understand? You still don't get it yet. We needed to kill one of the chosen ones. Unfortunately, we couldn't get close enough to Skye."

What? Chosen... ones? That didn't make any sense. Derek was trying to confuse him again. He looked back at the unmovable door, furrowing his brow.

"Oh, that is right. You don't know a fucking thing, do you David? You've been in the dark the whole time. Everyone knew, David. They all knew what was going on. That there were two parts to the curse, that Serena was another chosen one. They even knew Max was destined for Skye. Everyone knew except you. Poor little fucking ignorant fuck, kept in the dark on purpose. How do you like it, David? Knowing that you were the only one lied to. They kept you in the dark on purpose."

"Fuck you," David growled, low and deep in his throat. The words were too true for him to want to believe them. They were the very thoughts he himself had struggled through. He just needed to save Serena, nothing else.

"At least I told you the truth, David. Something Max, Skye, Serena... even your father never went that far. What did your father do? Didn't he just toss you aside once your use was done? He told you to fucking go to your room?"

David threw the torch to the ground, where it continued to burn, illuminating the room with brigh and deep shadows.

"How do I get passed the door, Derek."

Derek laughed, which in his state sounded like a cement truck churning over and over again.

"You won't. That has deep magic imbedded."

David nodded, "Ok then. I can't get passed. Doesn't look like there's much choice then, is there."

Derek actually had a look of surprise in his cold dead eyes as David leapt for him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The sound of David knocking on the door reached Serena and she pleaded with the force that was holding her back. “Please... please stop this. I don’t understand.”

“Shut up, you stupid girl. You should have died a long time ago. You are just a vessel for my needs,” Gwendolyn shouted to the fragile creature inside. “You will lose this fight. It has taken me too long to wait for you to die, now I will be free of you and you will be nothing more than a memory of those that knew you.”

“Lay down my sweetling.

Gwendolyn walked over to the large concrete stone and lay down, her lover, her Master, her mate... helped her. She stared up at him with Serena’s eyes and for a moment, Gwendolyn felt the fear the young girl felt and it rolled through her. “Will it hurt?” she asked her lover.

“For a moment. But breath of my breath, is the pain not worth it?”

“Please... Don’t do this... I don’t understand... David... David please... I know you can hear me. I can feel it. I’m sorry David. I’m sorry I failed you and everyone else.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes blinked and she took a deep breath. “Finish this. Her sniveling drives me crazy. I want her out of me.”

The troll wasted no time as he walked over to another table and took down a clay pot. He reached inside and extracted the small, but deadly reptile. He brought it over and whispered words of magic. A mist of green smoke filled the room, it came from the deepest depths of the catacombs and poured out from every nook and cranny that existed in the castle. The fog finally started to lift as it too was sucked into the castle and it all seemed to be pulled into the room where the possessed Serena lay still.

“David... I love...”

Gwendolyn screamed as the bite of the serpent was forced against her jugular and filled her veins with a magical poison that would suck the very essences of Serena and leave nothing but the evil that was Gwendolyn.

 

[only_more_so]

I didn't know you were interested in putting on a show for those sonbs love...that's kind of kinky.

Max hadn't meant that those women should actually see him at this moment, with his erection buried into Skye's body. But for some reason the thought did amuse him greatly. He could even feel his cock swelling a bit at the thought. Yes, it would definately be kinky, and just revenge for all the aphrodisiacs they had placed in his food and drink, driving him nearly mad at times.

But that was all in the past now. He let the thought flow away as he got into the rhythm of their erotic embrace. Thrusting and gyrating his hips in time with Skye's movements on top of him. She looked gorgeous poised on top of him, the flush on her chest and breasts, the way her nipples had grown incredibly hard and deepened in color. He especially liked how her hair cascaded down and formed a bright cloak about her.

He was nearing his release when he felt a click in the air, or perhaps in the very nature of the world. Had it not been for that click he wouldn't have realized the fog had started receeding. Even as he realized it he was still more intent on the feeelings below his waist, where Skye's slick passage was hugging him tightly.

He sat up so he could hold Skye's body against his as they both approached orgasm. There motions were faster and more full of need as the tension built within him. The sounds of Skye's panting breathe in his ear overwhelmed the sounds that were coming into existence around them. As he gripped her more tightly in the primal response to his orgasm, he closed his eyes and felt her sex clamping down on him.

It was only after she said, "Uh... Max?" that he really understood that their situation had changed.

 

[caela]

Skye didn't notice anything but the way it felt to have her husband inside of her. Where Max felt a click as things started to change around them she felt nothing. If she'd opened her eyes she might have seent he fog falling back and their surroundings changing but she was too lost in the sheer pleasure of him thrusting up into her body to be aware of anything but him.

When he sat up and wrapped his arms around her body she shivered against him and buried her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder, she could feel her own pleasure building and as his release flooded into her it triggered her own and for a long moment she shuddered, sightless, soundless, nothing existing but the pleasure cascading thorugh her body.

She came to her sense before Max however and as her eyes fluttered open she gasped softly in surprise, "Uh... Max?"

Standing around them were many of those same snobby women who had drugged him and hit on him...along with their husbands, fathers, and brothers. Somehow they'd moved from that beautiful glade back into the castle, and into the main hall no less!

She thought the faces on the nobles around them were just as shocked as she muttered, "Shit!" and buried her face back into Max's shoulder.

 

[only_more_so]

Max regained his senses when Skye spoke and was beyond shocked. How had they ended up here? And why now? Couldn't it have waited until after they were done and were walking around or something? He looked around and not even the remnants of her dress were to be found. The only thing left from their time in the fog was their rings. And the knife,... Max noticed it sticking up out of the marble flooring like something out of a legend. Or like his own sword which was sheathed inside his lovely, and hiding wife.

The crowd was completely silent. There had been a moment of murmuring when they first appeared, but it was now silence reigned. Max held Skye's head to his shoulder as he thought frantically what to do. Then suddenly there was a loud crash as the doors to the room burst open and rustling of cloth as the courtiers and townspeople made way for the Queen.

"Oh Maximillian! I thought you were dead, I could sense that you had found peace, before I couldn't sense you any longer." She knelt down next to them and wrapped them both in a tender embrace. "And Skye, I see you have made a man out of my son!" She grabbed Skye's hand and looked at the ring adorning it, and took Max's matching hand. "And an honest man at that! I am so happy for both of you." She exclaimed as he hugged them both again, and rained kisses on their foreheads.

Max, face red with embarrassment said quietly, "Mother, we are kind of naked here."

"Of course you are! How can you consummate your marriage without getting naked? Well, it can be done, but Husband and Wife should have nothing between them... except a little sweat!" she added with a wink. But she wasn't completely clueless to their discomfort and motioned to a pair of guards. One ran off to find clothes, the other tore down a tapestry and brought it over to wrap around them.

Max kept his arms wrapped around Skye until the tapestry arrived, trying to preserve as much of her dignity as he could. But his erection still hadn't subsided, and he could feel it pulsing deep inside of her. Don't worry my wife, we can move anywhere in the universe if the curse is truly lifted.

 

[caela]

Oh god, oh god, oh god, Skye thought to herself as the room went utterly quiet and people just stared at them. She kept her face buried in Max's shoulder while a deep blush colored her skin. When she found out how this had happened she was going to...to...she didn't know what she was going to do but she'd think of something!

Things got worse when Beatrix came sweeping into the hall. It was as if the woman didn't even notice theit nakedness as she kissed their forheads and congratulated them on their marriage. When the Queen mentioned Skye making an honest man of Max, she became aware that the hush on the crowd broke and suddenly noone was staring at their nakedness but at the matching rings on their hands.

Bless Max for reminding his mother they were naked, she took it all in stride, "Of course you are! How can you consummate your marriage without getting naked? Well, it can be done, but Husband and Wife should have nothing between them... except a little sweat!"

She was nonchalant about the situation but one of the gaurds brought a tapestry to wrap around them until clothes could be found and she heard Max's voice in her mind. Don't worry my wife, we can move anywhere in the universe if the curse is truly lifted.

Your room would be a good place to start husband!

 

[only_more_so]

The guard brought the tapestry to wrap around them and soon their bodies were hidden from the stares of the assembly. They still had to figure out how to uncouple and stand from such an awkward position, only made more awkward by the tapestry, which was a bit small for covering them properly unless they stayed very close together. Eventually it was managed, and Max was sure the assembled crowd could hear the plop as his penis slid out from within Skye.

They started making their way toward the doors to the grand hall, still wrapped in the tapesty, when Max saw the knife sticking up out of the floor. Reaching a hand out from within the tapestry, and with a good deal of awkwardness, he plucked the knife from the stone floor. This time he knew the people could hear the ringing of the blade as it grated free from the stone.

With the knife holding the blade outside the tapestry, and their three other hands holding the tapestry closed, they made it into the appearance room right off the grand hall. It was the room where the final touches could be added for a royal appearance. Or in this case, all of the touches.

As they crabbed their way toward the room, Max's mother kept talking to them, as if it were perfectly natural to see two people in the midst of coitus, or walking naked dressed only in a tapestry. At some point she mentioned grand children and Max could swear she could see right through the tapestry and into Skye's belly.

What finally stopped his movements was when she said, "And it has been nearly a week since you and your brother disappeared." Surely it hadn't been so long? He turned Skye around so her bottom was against his front, so they could sit in the chair without exposing themselves. He desperately needed to sit.

"Surely it has only been a day? The fog always recedes after a day,... or it attacks."

"Maximillian, it has been a week. The crowd in the grand hall were assembling for your funeral, and for Skye's. The fog started to lift this morning, so we assumed that it had accepted your sacrifice. People were already talking about how you must be the greatest warrior the kingdom had ever produced to survive for a week against the fog. Other's said it was because Skye was fighting with you."

Max knew he hadn't been fighting, and the thought of what Skye was doing with him made his body respond in an inappropriate way. It was wrong to get erect in front of your mother, even if she couldn't see. "And David? You said he disappeared?"

"David and Serena went down into the castle dungeons. A guard followed them, but they went around a corner and disappeared. Ever since then strange things have been happening. People kept reporting that they saw fairies flying through the fog, others said they saw trolls. Also people keep disappearing for a few hours or even a couple of days. They reappear and swear that they were here the entire time."

 

[poohlive]

The flesh felt cold and motionless as David dug into it. It was like hitting lumps of clay over and over again, producing nothing more than a small pit where your fist had hit it. Derek looked on with wild emotionless eyes, as David continued to assault him.

They fought on, some weird and altogether impossible fight of the living versus the dead. David, for all his worth gave blows like he had done before. He was not a man to be bested, but Derek seemed to know no bounds. His tether to the rules and laws of living flesh had been severed.

When David broke Derek's arm, Derek just snapped it back into place and kept going. When David felt his spine stretch, and then snap, Derek simply stook cock eyed and continued to barrel into him.

"Where's the key?" David finally grunted, through gritted teeth as he once more through the now broken and battered body against the far wall. It made a horrible splatter sound against the rocks, as Derek slumped to the ground.

"Sorry, can't help you there. Only one thing can open that door."

Derek looked like a rag doll that had gone through the wash one too many times. The color, pale and gray on his skin had left him, cuts and scrapes that produced no blood ran amok on him. One eye dangled on his cheek, hanging there, and still moving from side to side in an almost comic fashion.

If David hadn't been fighting for Serena, he would have probably turned to the side and puke.

Hell, he would probably puke anyway.

"What?" He said, for the moment he could hold it back. Endure just a little more, for her.

"What can open the door"

"True love, you ignorant fuck."

David's eyes went to slits, a hard face on him.

"Oh that's right. I forgot, you don't even love her, do you? Well, sorry boy, you're out of luck on that one. True love of Gwendolyn opened that door the first time, and only true love can open it again. You're just one of those jackasses caught in the fucking middle. Maybe you should get Max down here. I'm sure he could open it for you."

David, who held a stance against Derek on the floor, almost expecting another blow, paused, and then moved towards the door. A lock that worked on love? The ultimate way to keep him out. If it were anything else he could do it, he could open it.

Not even magic would help him here.

He could pretend it was Skye in there, Skye he was trying to rescue, but David didn't think that would work. He didn't love Sky anymore than he loved Serena. They had all faded from him, grown weak and ragged like some dream in the morning. For a moment it dazzles with colors and thoughts, as if it were real and you have been there, and then it fades, leaving only a memory of happiness, before it disappears altogether.

"So why fight me, Derek, why try to stop me if at the end of everything, I can only sit here behind an unbreakable door and wait for the curse to kill everyone."

Derek sprinted up behind David, crashed into him, arms and legs wrapping around tight like some deragned serpent.

"Because we have a score to settle."

And with that, they both fell headfirst into the door. It splintered, waned, tried depserately to hold onto whatever magic was keeping it closed off from the rest of the world, and then shattered into a million pieces. Splinters flying off in random directions, as David burst into the room, sliding to a halt on the floor, a deranged zombie Derek on his back.