Chapter 3: Raven Sex




The clangor of the swords had died away, and the dead lay sprawled about.
Nerveless hands gripped broken hilts; helmeted heads drawn back in their
death-throes, tilted red and golden beards pointed grimly upward, as if in a
last invocation to their gods.

Vantha and Rhiannon panted heavily as they surveyed the carnage they had
wrought. A mental voice suddenly spoke in both of their heads at the same
time.

"Nicely done, ladies. Just let me keep handling your swords, and you may get
out of this in one piece."

"Sonja ... is that your voice?" asked Vantha.

"What the hell are you doing in our heads?" muttered Rhiannon.

"Helping to save your foolish necks ... as if you couldn't tell. Seriously,
just because you're both stronger than me, I could tell you'd never weilded a
sword before ... did you really think you did all of this damage by
yourselves?" Both Rhiannon and Vantha had to admit that she had a point ...
neither of them had used a sword before today. "Just because you know how to
use that 'sword' between your legs, doesn't mean you know to use the one in
your hands. That's where I come in."

"Why the sudden change of heart about your feelings towards us, Sonja?"

"Because in the short time I've known you two, I've taken a liking to you.
While you two were changing, I forced Nerlim to tweak his spells so I could
share minds with you for a short time, and be a sort of coach or guide to you
... and speaking of that, here comes your next challenger ... just relax and
let me handle the swordplay."

Across the blood-splattered snowdrifts and mail-clad forms, three figures
glared at each other. In that utter desolation only they moved. Slowly through
the corpses they came, until they stood face to face.

Rhiannon stared at what was almost a mirror image of herself, only with blonde
hair. Both were tall amazons, built like tigers. Blood had dried on their
mail; their swords were stained red. Their helmets and armor showed the marks
of fierce strokes.

"I know not what you two were jabbering about," said she, "but tell me your
names, so that my sisters in Nordland may know who were the last ones to fall
before the sword of Helga."

"It'll be a cold day in hell when you can take either of us," growled Vantha.
"But in what-ever afterlife you believe in you can tell your sisters that you
met Rhiannon and Vantha."

Helga roared and leaped, and her sword flashed in a deathly arc. Rhiannon
staggered and her vision was filled with red sparks as the singing blade
crashed against her own sword, shivering into bits of blue fire. But Helga was
now off-balance after she lunged forward, and Vantha thrust with all the power
of her shoulders behind her humming blade. Thanks to her Vectran strength and
Sonja's skill, the sharp point tore through a weak point in her armor,
splitting brass scales and bones, piercing the heart, and Helga died at
Rhiannon's feet.

Both Vectran women stood upright, leaning on their swords, as a sudden sick
weariness assailed them. They took a few steps, and the glare of the snow
fields was suddenly dimmed. A rushing wave of blindness engulfed them and they
sank down into the snow, seeking to shake the blindness out of their eyes as a
lion might shake its mane.

A silvery laugh cut through their dizziness, and their sight cleared slowly.
Rhiannon looked up and there was a strangeness about all the landscape that
she could not place or define, and an unfamiliar tinge to earth and sky. But
she and Vantha did not think long of this. Before them, swaying like a sapling
in the wind, stood a woman. Her body was like ivory to their dazed gaze, and
save for a light veil of gossamer, she was naked as the day. Her lithe figure
was incredible with breasts even bigger than Rhiannon's, she had an erotic
tattoo on her abdomen that rose up and covered part of one huge breast, and
her jet-black hair hung nearly to her waist bound in a long ponytail. Her
laughter was sweeter than the rippling of silvery fountains, and dripped with
poisonous cruel mockery. A necklace of brightly colored stones and jewels
reflected small bits of different colors onto the snow as she moved.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Rhiannon. "And where'd you come from?"

"Tread carefully sisters," said Sonja's voice. "This is not just another
warrior that you can simply overpower."

"I am Raven." Her voice was more musical than a silver-stringed harp, but it
was edged

with cruelty. Rhiannon's gaze went again to her face. Her eyes were neither
wholly blue nor wholly grey, but of shifting colors and dancing lights and
clouds of colors she could not define. Her full red lips smiled, and from her
slender feet to the crown of her billowy hair, her ivory body was as perfect
as the dream of a god. Rhiannon's pulse hammered in her temples, and she and
Vantha were becoming aroused just by looking at her.

"I can't tell where you come from," said Rhiannon. "I've wandered the galaxy,
but I've never seen a woman built like you. Your looks could turn on a dead
man, and I haven't seen a set of knockers like yours, not even among the
fairest fleshpots on Cinnebar ... "

"Who are you to talk to me like that?" Raven mocked. "What know you of the
gods of ice and snow, you who have come up from the south to tread among the
Frost Giants?"

"Shut the hell up!" Rhiannon cried in anger. "This day we've sent a score of
men to their makers ... have you seen any flash of mail out across the
snow-plains, or seen other armed men moving upon the ice?"

"Be careful with your words," sounded Sonja's voice. "I believe that this
woman is the object of your quest."

"I have seen the hoar-frost glittering in the sun," Raven continued. "And past
my viillage in the everlasting snows, there are even darker things that would
chill your very souls."

"I don't care about your blasted village ... you're the nicest thing we've
seen all day. And after all we've been through today, Vantha and I are gonna
have some fun with you, sweetie." There was no mistaking the intention in her
voice.

"Only if you can capture me, Rhiannon and Vantha," she laughed. Spreading her
arms wide, she swayed before them, her dark-tressed head lolling sensuously,
her scintillant eyes half-shadowed beneath their long silken lashes. "Am I not
beautiful?"

"She's built like a brick shit-house, that's for sure, Rhiannon," panted
Vantha.

"You've got that right," Rhiannon muttered, her eyes burning like those of a
wolf.

"Then why do you not rise and follow me? Who are the strong warriors who fall
down before me?" Raven chanted in maddening mockery. "Lie down and die in the
snow with the other fools, Rhiannon of the dark hair, and Vantha of the
blonde. You cannot hope to follow where I would lead."

With an oath, Rhiannon heaved herself up on her feet, her blue eyes blazing,
her face contorted. Vantha was an instant behind her. Rage shook their souls
after the battle they had just been through, but desire for the taunting
figure before them hammered at their temples and drove their wild blood
fiercely through their veins. Passion fierce as physical agony flooded
Rhiannon and Vantha's whole being, so that earth and sky began to swarm red to
their dizzy gaze. In the madness that swept upon the two women, weariness and
faintness were washed away.

Rhiannon spoke no words as she drove at Raven, her fingers spread to grip her
soft flesh. With a shriek of mocking laughter, Raven leaped back and ran,
laughing at them over her white shoulder. With a low growl Rhiannon and Vantha
followed. They had forgotten the fight, forgotten the mailed warriors who lay
in their blood. They had thoughts only for the slender white shape which
seemed to float rather than run before them.

Out across the white blinding plain the chase led. The trampled red field fell
out of sight

behind them, but still Rhiannon and Vantha kept on with silent tenacity. Their
mailed feet sank deep in the drifts and they forged through them by sheer
strength. But the girl Raven danced across the snow light as a feather
floating across a pool; her naked feet barely left their imprint on the
hoar-frost that overlaid the crust. In spite of the fire in their veins, the
cold bit through their mail and fur-lined tunics; but the girl in her gossamer
veil ran as lightly and as gaily as if she danced through the rose gardens of
some faraway land.

On and on Raven led, and Rhiannon and Vantha doggedly followed. Black curses
drooled through Rhiannon's parched lips. The veins in her temples swelled and
throbbed and her teeth gnashed. "You can't escape us, bitch!" she roared.
"Lead us into a trap and we'll pile the heads of your kinsmen at your feet!
Hide from me and I'll tear apart the mountains to find you! I'll follow you to
the gates of hell!"

"Be careful of your words, girl," cautioned Sonja's voice. "You have no idea
of whom you're dealing with ... "

"I'm only gonna say this once, Sonja. Unless we have to battle someone else
... shut up and enjoy the ride!"

Raven's maddening laughter floated back to her, as she led them further and
further into the frozen wastes. The land changed as the wide plains gave way
to low hills, marching upward in broken ranges. Far to the north she caught a
glimpse of towering mountains, blue with the distance, or white with the
eternal snows. Above these mountains shone the flaring rays of the borealis.
They spread fan-wise into the sky, frosty blades of cold flaming light,
changing in color, growing and brightening.

Above them the skies glowed and crackled with strange lights and gleams. The
snow shone weirdly, first frosty blue, then icy crimson, now cold silver.
Through a shimmering icy

realm of enchantment Rhiannon and Vantha plunged doggedly onward, in a
crystalline maze where the only reality was the white body dancing across the
glittering snow beyond their reach ... ever beyond their reach.

By now, the Vectran women did not wonder at the strangeness of it all, not
even when two gigantic figures rose up in the distance to bar their way. The
scales of their mail were white with hoar-frost; their helmets and their axes
were covered with ice. Snow sprinkled their locks; in their beards were spikes
of icicles; their eyes were cold as the lights that streamed above them.

Suddenly, Raven came to a halt, hovering above the frozen snow. She waved and
gestured. "Brothers!" cried Raven. "Look who follows! I have brought you fresh
meat to slay! Cut out their hearts that we may lay them smoking on our
father's board!"

Coming out from behind huge drifts of ice and snow, two giants answered with
roars like the grinding of icebergs on a frozen shore and held up their
shining axes for battle as Vantha and Rhiannon closed the distance between
themselves and their quarry.

"What do you think you're doing?" sounded Sonja's voice in their heads. "These
aren't two common louts that you can overpower like the others ... they're
much more than human!"

"Shut up and watch Sonja," growled Rhiannon. "Our Vectran physiology allows us
to assimilate skills and adapt to things much quicker than normal beings ...
that combined with our strength ... "

" ... means that we're gonna make mincemeat out of these two jokers," finished
Vantha.

An enraged Rhiannon hurled herself upon one of the hulking attackers. At her
side, Vantha launched herself at the other. A frosty blade flashed before
Rhiannon's eyes, almost blinding her with its brightness, and she ducked below
it just in time. With her foe leaving his entire side exposed, Rhiannon gave
back a terrible stroke that sheared through her foe's thigh. With a groan the
victim fell, and lay writhing in the snow. Rhiannon grimly stood on his chest
to hold him still and delivered the killing blow with one brutal stroke to his
head.

Vantha saw the remaining giant looming high above her like a colossus carved
of ice, etched against the cold glowing sky. Enraged at what happened to his
brother, he charged towards Vantha. "I'll split you in two, wench!" he yelled
as his axe fell, only to sink through the snow and deep into the frozen earth
as Vantha hurled herself aside and leaped to her feet. The giant roared and
tried to wrench his axe free, but even as he did so, Vantha moved into
position and her sword sang down.

"That's what you think, 'stumbo'," snarled Vantha through clenched teeth. She
gave a vicious two-handed slash with her sword. The giant's knees bent and he
sank slowly into the snow, which turned crimson with the blood that gushed
from his half-severed neck.

"You two are certainly fast learners," said Sonja's voice. "Combined with your
strength, it makes you formidable warriors indeed ... "

Rhiannon wheeled, to see Raven standing a short distance away, staring at her
in wide-eyed horror, all the mockery gone from her face. She cried out
fiercely and the blood-drops flew

from her sword as her hand shook in the intensity of her passion. Raven gaped
in shock and horror at what the two Vectran women had done to her brothers in
a matter of moments. She began fleeing in desperation as Rhiannon and Vantha
caught their breath and resumed the chase.

"Got any more brothers?" Rhiannon cried. "Bring 'em on and I'll give their
hearts to the wolves!"

"You can't escape the two of us!" shouted Vantha.

With a cry of fright Raven ran even faster. She did not laugh now, nor mock
her pursuers over her white shoulder. She ran for her very life, straining
every muscle and sinew, until her temples felt like they would burst.

Grinding her teeth until the blood started from her gums, Rhiannon pressed on,
and she saw Raven was now running less than fifty paces ahead of her and
Vantha, and slowly the space between them was narrowed, foot by foot.

Raven was running with effort now, her dark locks blowing free; she heard the
quick pant-ing of the Vectran womens' breath, and Rhiannon saw a flash of fear
in the look she cast over her white shoulder. The alien strength and endurance
of Vantha and Rhiannon had served them well. The speed ebbed from Raven's
flashing white legs and she reeled in her gait. The passion rose in the
Vectran women as they sensed their prize was finally within their reach. With
a roar they closed in on Raven, just as she wheeled with a haunting cry and
flung out her arms to fend them off.

Rhiannon's sword fell into the snow as she gripped one wrist and crushed
Raven's body to her. Her lithe body bent backward as she fought with desperate
frenzy in Rhiannon's strong arms. Her black hair blew about her face; the feel
of her slender body twisting in her mailed arms drove Rhiannon to bolder
actions. From behind, Vantha groped and fondled her massive breasts.
Rhiannon's strong fingers sank deep into her smooth flesh; and that flesh was
cold as ice. It was as if they embraced not a woman of human flesh and blood,
but a woman of flaming ice. Raven writhed her head, striving to avoid the
fierce kisses that bruised her red lips.

"You're as cold as the snow itself," panted Rhiannon. "But I'll warm you with
the fire in my loins, and Vantha will help me ... "

"Take your filthy hands off me, you despicable creature!" shouted Raven. "I'll
have you skinned alive for this! I'll ... "

"You talk too fucking much, honey!" growled Vantha. From behind, she brought
the pommel of her sword down hard on Raven's head, silencing her cries.

"Have you gone mad?" Sonja's voice cried out in their heads in awe. "This girl
is the offspring of an actual god ... "

"Too bad it's not a god that Rhiannon or I actually believe in," replied
Vantha.

"You're in for a real treat today, Sonja," said Rhiannon as caught her breath.
"You've already seen what Vantha and I are like when we had that little fling
with Herk. Now you're gonna get to experience what it feels like firsthand
when we fuck this ice-bitch silly."

"Yeah, I think it may be our first time fucking a Frost Giant," added Vantha.

For a moment, Sonja didn't know what to say when she heard this. "Very well
... but if the two of you are not careful, it may be your last time to have
sex with any kind of creature ... "

"That tree over there looks perfect for what I've got in mind," said Rhiannon.
"Give me a hand, Vantha." Several minutes later, they had tied Raven's wrists
in front of her with strips of leather, and done the same to her ankles. Then
Rhiannon took a longer strip of leather and tossed one end over a low hanging
branch. She tied one end to the leather binding Raven's ankles. "Hold her up
for a few seconds, Vantha." Now she pulled on the other end of the leather
strip until Raven was suspended in mid-air in a 'jack-knife' position at about
their waist level, and knotted the other ends together. "Not bad, if I do say
so myself," as she admired their handiwork.

"The perfect height for easy access to her front door and back door," said
Vantha. Raven was slowly beginning to regain consciousness as she swayed
beneath the branch.

"And now to get ready for some fun and games." The two Vectran women shed some
of their clothes amd then concentrated as their cocks and balls appeared
before their legs. Due to all of the physical exertion from the battles and
the enticing form of Raven, they were both sport-ing majestic three-foot
erections in no time at all. As she stroked her shaft and fondled her huge
balls, Rhiannon could almost feel Sonja's mounting passion inside her head.

"By Tarim, these feel incredible ... I knew it must feel good for men when
they used their tools ... but I had no idea it would be like this."

"If you think this feels nice, wait we until we actually put 'em inside of
Raven," said Vantha.

"You have got to be kidding me ... there's no way that they'll fit ... you'll
split her in two."

"She should've thought of that before she ran her mouth off at us, and dragged
us all the way out here," said Rhiannon.

Rhiannon and Vantha wasted no time, with the captain shoving her meat into
Raven's pussy, and her partner ramming into her asshole from behind. They both
knew there was no way to insert all of their mammoth cocks into Raven's
human-sized form, but in moments, they each had over a foot of hard cock
buried in her holes. They could both hear Sonja's mental voice moaning with
lust as she absorbed the sensations of both Vectran women fucking Raven with
their massive tools.

For a few moments, Raven actually seemed to be enjoying what Rhiannon and
Vantha were doing to her. But as she fully awakened, she quickly lost her
temper and became madly enraged. "You would dare to do this to the daughter of
a god?" she screamed at them.

With a shout and a desperate wrench, Raven found an unnatural strength and
bucked like a wild stallion, her ebony locks in wild disarray, her white bosom
heaving, her beautiful eyes blazing with rage. Vantha had been gripping
Raven's shoulders from behind, but the sheer force and suddeness of her
actions took the Vectran women completely by surprise, and both of them fell
on their rumps in the snow, their shafts sliding out of Raven. Fueled by
adrenaline, Raven exerted herself and snapped the strap suspending her over
the branch.

For an instant Vantha and Rhiannon stood frozen, awed by her terrible beauty
as Raven hovered several feet above the snow. Their blood chilled as they
could see the rage and anger in her eyes. Drawing on her preternatural
strength, she brought her arms and then her legs apart, snapping her bonds
like they were dry twigs.

Rhiannon's emotions now reached a boiling point. "All right you snotty little
trollop, the kid gloves are off! We were gonna take it easy with you, but not
anymore!"

Still hovering just above the ground, Raven was transfixed at Rhiannon's rage,
and did not pay attention to Vantha who was behind her.

"Just hold that pose, sister!" shouted Vantha. She reached up and grabbed
Raven's hands, which were now hanging at her waist. Taking careful aim, Vantha
brought Raven down in one swift motion, her still hard cock ramming into her
asshole like a battering ram. This time, all caution was pushed aside and over
two feet of rock hard cock vanished inside of Raven.

Raven screamed in a combination of agony and anger, letting lose a stream of
profanity in some language the Vectran women couldn't understand.

"Nice job, Vantha!" exclaimed Rhiannon. "Just hold this bitch still ... I've
got something that'll shut her up!" She turned her attention away from Raven's
cunt ... there would be plenty of time for pleasuring that hole later.
Rhiannon moved closer to the squirming Raven and gripped each of her huge
breasts, holding them together in front of her. Raven's eyes glared at her in
hatred. Rhiannon shoved her throbbing prick through the bottom of the immense
cleavage, and reveled when her cockhead burst through the flesh valley at the
top, to mash against Raven's neck and chin, with enough force to break the
strand of the necklace that held brightly colored charms and jewels, falling
with a tinkle to the snows below. Raven started to shout more curses and
threats at Rhiannon, but the Vectran woman would have none of it.

"Shut up and use that mouth for something practical, honey," as she reach out
one hand and shoved Raven's mouth downward and onto her massive cockhead.

For an instant Raven was too astonished to do anything. Then in desperation
she wrenched her hands free from Vantha, reached down, found Rhiannon's huge
balls, and squeezed with all her might, her nails digging into the tender
flesh.

Rhiannon cried out in shock and pain. Despite her Vectran size and strength,
she was as vulnerable as any male in that part of her body. She let go of
Raven and collapsed on the snow. Seeing Rhiannon like this caused Vantha to
halt her humping of Raven's ass, as she heard her partner's yelp of pain.
Raven used this moment to thrust her elbows backwards, like twin ham-mers. One
blow caught Vantha flush in the mouth, the other on the side of her head. With
an awkward shove, she sent Vantha sprawling onto the snow, her cock sliding
out of her butt as she landed.

Despite having freed herself for the moment, Raven knew she could not continue
this type of fight against the Vectran women and win. She glared at Rhiannon
and Vantha, and in a voice that was almost unrecognizeable with rage,
confronted them. "For what you have dared do to me, mortals ... you have truly
earned what follows!" In that instant Raven flung her arms toward the lights
that glowed in the skies above her and cried out in a voice that rang in both
Rhiannon's and Vantha's ears for years after: "Ymir! Oh, my father, save me!"

Rhiannon was leaping forward, arms spread to seize Raven, and could feel her
fingers grip Raven's silky, gossamer veil, but her tender flesh remained out
of reach. With a crack like the breaking of an ice mountain, the whole skies
leaped into icy fire. The girl's ivory body was suddenly enveloped in a cold
blue flame so blinding that she and Vantha threw up their hands to shield
their eyes from the intolerable blaze. In a fleeting instant, skies and snowy
hills were bathed in crackling white flames, blue darts of icy light, and
frozen crimson fires.

Then Rhiannon staggered and cried out. Raven was gone. The glowing snow lay
empty and bare, with no tracks leading away in any direction. High above their
heads the witch-lights flashed and played in a frosty sky gone mad, and among
the distant blue mountains there sounded a rolling thunder as of a gigantic
war-chariot rushing behind steeds whose frantic hoofs struck the snows and
echoed from the skies.

In their heads the Vectran women could hear Sonja's frantic voice. "Nerlim! By
all the gods, do whatever you're going to do and do it now to bring these two
back..!"

Then suddenly the borealis, the snow-clad hills and the blazing heavens reeled
drunkenly

to Rhiannon and Vantha's sight; thousands of fireballs burst with showers of
sparks, and the sky itself became a titanic wheel which rained stars as it
spun. Under her feet the snowy hills seem-ed to heave up like a wave, and
Rhiannon crumpled down upon the snow to lie motionless, with Vantha landing in
a heap next to her.

Rhiannon felt as though an earthquake had her in its grip and was shaking her
to and fro, at the same time chafing her hands and feet until she yelled in
pain and fury and groped for her sword.

"She's coming to, Sonja," said a voice.

"And so is her friend," said another. "We must rub the frost out of their
limbs, if they're

to survive."

"She won't open her left hand," whispered another. "She's clutching something
... "

Rhiannon opened her eyes and stared into the faces that bent over her. She was
surrounded by Sonja, Nerlim, and his other guests in his castle.

"Rhiannon! You're alive!"

While they were still among the living, they were far from unharmed. One of
Rhiannon's eyes was nearly swollen shut. Both women had numerous cuts and
bruises, and as Vantha opened her mouth, one of her front teeth was missing.

"Good grief, Nerlim," gasped Rhiannon. "Am I alive, or are we all dead and in
some afterlife?"

"Ooh ... hold it down will you?" moaned Vantha. "I've got the mother of all
headachth."

"You're alive," grunted Nerlim. "Just barely."

"Jutht great," moaned Vantha. "Now I've got a lithp, until we can get back to
the thtarthip!"

"Calm down, Vantha," said Sonja as she sat beside her. "The healers will be
here shortly." Vantha frowned and crossed her arms and waited.

"Go ahead and tell us all you remember, Rhiannon," urged Nerlim.

"After a battle, we saw a woman," Rhiannon answered hazily. "She had skin like
ivory, and was put together like you wouldn't believe. This woman came and
taunted Vantha and me. She was beautiful as a frozen flame from hell. The
sight of her mesmerized us, and we forgot everything else in the world. We
chased her and eventually caught her and were having our way with her ... "

" ... and then the world turned upthide down on uth," finished Vantha.

"It sounds like they've seen Raven, the daughter of Ymir!" said a man with one
arm in a sling, who identified himself as Jonas. "I've heard stories of how
she comes to fields of the dy-ing, and shows herself to them! She lures men
from stricken fields into the wastelands to be slain by her brothers, the
ice-giants, who lay men's red hearts smoking on Ymir's board. These two have
seen Raven, the Frost Giant's daughter!"

"Hah!" grunted Nerlim. "I think Jonas' mind is still touched after that tussle
he had with Sonja last month. I'd wager that Rhiannon was delirious from the
fury of battle ... look how her helmet is dented. Any of those blows might
have addled her brain. It was an hallucination she followed into the frozen
wastes. She's not even from this world ... what does she know of the Frost
Giants?"

"Maybe you've got something there," muttered Rhiannon. "It was all so strange
and weird ... holy shit!" She broke off, glaring at the object that still
dangled from her clenched left fist. The others gaped silently at the veil she
held up ... a glowing wisp of gossamer silk that was never spun by human
hands.

"And don't forget theeth ... " added Vantha. She held up the pieces of Raven's
broken necklace, which she had fallen on top of on the snow. Nerlim stared in
awe at the various charms and jewels, glittering with unearthly light; some of
them he recognized and others he had thought to only be rumors listed in
ancient grimoires.

Rhiannon managed to sit up, reached out and gripped Nerlim's robe, bringing
him close to her. "These trinkets had better be enough to get the job done,
for you to send me and Vantha on our way, like you promised. Don't even think
about sending us anywhere to gather anything else ... "

"They're more than enough to do the task, sweetheart. It'll take a few hours
to get things set up and aligned, but we should be able to do things without a
hitch tomorrow morning."

"Glad to hear it," said Rhiannon as she managed a smile. "Now, will one of you
please point me to wherever you keep the bandages in this place?"

"Thave thome for me," said Vantha as she tried to rise up.

"Relax girls, and don't strain yourselves," said Sonja. "I told you that the
healers were on their way ... and here they are now." The trio of fairies that
they had met earlier flew into the room and hovered in the air before them.
"When they heard what you'd done, they offered to do whatever they could to
help ... they're no friends of the Frost Giants either."

"Just hold still, ladies," said Nerlim. "We'll do Rhiannon first, and then
Vantha." He spoke some words with the fairies to be sure of the spell they
would be casting, then they waved their wands. A beam of light appeared
flashing over Rhiannon from her head to the ground, almost as if she were
being scanned electronically. In seconds, her wounds were healed, and she
appeared perfectly normal looking again.

"And now for you, my dear," as he turned to face Vantha. The process was
repeated and Vantha was amazed at how her wounds and bruises were now gone, as
well her missing tooth was restored.

"Thanks so much. That gap in my teeth was driving me crazy."

"Well now that everyone's back safe and sound, I think this calls for a
celebration," said Nerlim. Rhiannon and Vantha didn't say a word, but gave
Nerlim an icy stare that said they weren't about to take part in any erotic
fun and games. "Everyone to the banquet hall," he exclaimed as he quickly
realized his error. "We'll have a feast like no other tonight!"

Several hours later, after eating and drinking heartily, the various guests at
Nerlim's castle began to pair up and head off to their rooms for more erotic
adventures. Soon the banquet hall was empty except for Sonja and the two
Vectran women.

"Looks like Nerlim spread the word to his guests to not try to hit on us
tonight," said Rhiannon.

"This is one of the few times that I intend to use a bedroom for just that:
sleeping," said Vantha with a yawn.

"Are you sure about that, ladies..?" There was no mistaking the tone in
Sonja's voice.

"You're just about the last person I expected to try anything with us, Sonja,"
replied Rhiannon. "I thought you were only interested in doing it with men."

"That's true ... but after sharing minds with you for a bit, and feeling what
it was like when you two transformed yourselves, and were doing it to Raven,
even if only for a little while ... it was exhilirating."

"Don't take this the wrong way Sonja, but every time we've tried to 'do it'
around here, it's turned into a near disaster ... " said Vantha.

"First, there was that awkward meeting between you and I in the inn, last
night, after I'd had too much ale," replied Rhiannon. "Then, instead of
teaching Herk a lesson, we learned about trolls the hard way, this morning.
And finally there was the debacle with Raven ... we were lucky to come out of
that one with all of our parts intact."

"Maybe after a night's sleep, we'll tell Nerlim to hold off for a day, before
he sends us back to our time," offered Vantha.

Sonja considered their words for a moment. "Perhaps you're right after all. I
did swear an oath not to be with a man, unless he'd beaten me in fair battle.
I had thought doing it with someone like you might not be considered the same
as that ... but it's probably just as well if I don't tempt fate ... "

"But I'll bet that whoever you swore that oath to didn't say anything about
this," said Rhiannon, drawing Sonja closer, their breasts mashing together.
She planted a big kiss on Sonja's lips, their tongues dancing together. She
could plainly feel Sonja's passion rise as they embraced.

Rhiannon released Sonja, and let Vantha take her in her arms. They exchanged
an even longer kiss, with Sonja eagerly fondling her breasts. She plainly
hadn't forgotten her time with Vantha as they watched Rhiannon do it to Herk
earlier.

"Easy there, tiger," said Vantha. "Like Rhiannon said, we've gotta take a rain
check for tonight ... but we'll have to see if there's any way to schedule a
return visit in the future."

"I'll certainly look forward to seeing the two of you again, if and when you
return," panted Sonja as she got up and prepared to leave. "In the meantime,
all I can say is that you two make it damned hard for a sword-maiden to keep
her vows ... " She smiled and waved goodbye, as she strode off to her room for
the night.

In the morning Rhiannon and Vantha gathered in a room with Nerlim, Sonja and
several other wizards. As they sat and waited, the three fairies who had
healed them the other day flew into the room and hovered in the air near
Nerlim.

"All right Rhiannon," said Nerlim, "everything is in place and ready to go.
Where do you want me to send you to?"

"My first choice would be directly back to the Island. They're all waiting for
us there."

Nerlim and the fairies concentrated but couldn't seem to get a fix on the
Island's location. "There's still some serious enchantment going on around
that place. Without a definite fix, we could wind up transporting you into the
middle of the ocean. Are you girls good swimmers?"

"Not that good," muttered Vantha. "Got any more ideas, chief?"

"I knew that this sounded too easy to be true. Okay, how about the Bahamas
then?"

"What the heck is that?"

"A group of islands off the east coast of Florida."

Nerlim gave a frustrated sigh. "I hate to break it to you girls, but they
haven't made a road atlas for time travelers. Also we're many thousands of
years in the distant past. The land masses are very different now than what
you may remember them as."

One of the fairies seemed to have an idea, and flew up to Nerlim's ear and
whispered.

"Excellent idea, my friend. Come closer, girls. The fairies are going to link
the three of our minds together. Concentrate as hard as you can on the
location of these islands you call the Bahamas."

After a few moments, a cloud of vapor materialized over them and a crude image
of Florida and the surrounding Caribbean Sea and Atlantic Ocean was shown.

"Get us to Nassau and we'll get home from there, Nerlim," said Rhiannon
pointing to a spot of the map. "I remember the name of that town from when we
were there last time."

"Nassau it is, then! I'll give you a few minutes to say goodbye, and then
we'll do this."

Sonja came over to her two new Vectran friends. In the presence of the others,
she kept things to just a polite hug and handshake, but the look in her eyes
was unmistakeable. "Take care of yourselves and perhaps we shall meet again
someday ... " She moved away from them.

Nerlim and the fairies spoke some enchantments and the outlines of Rhiannon
and Vantha began to flicker and become fuzzy. After a few seconds, they were
gone.

After the Vectran women had gone, Nerlim could plainly sense the passion and
longing in Sonja. Now seemed as good a time as any to see if Sonja would
accept his advances.

"Don't even think about it, Nerlim," said Sonja, before he had even touched
her. She turned and faced him. There was no hostility in her eyes, and no
mocking either. "We've already been through how I feel about sex." Nerlim
brought his hands back in a sign of retreat.

"You mentioned the other day that Jonas is doing better, and that his arm will
be out of the sling soon." She paused to make certain the others in the room
could hear her. "I can think of another body part on you that will be in a
sling, if you don't heed my warning." Sonja turned and walked out of the room.

Nerlim gave an embarrassed laugh as the others stared at him and snickered.
Thank-fully, the castle was well stocked with lovely young wenches from the
surrounding areas that had no such reservations as Sonja did, when it came to
having sex. "There's a lot of spirit in that young lass ... too bad she's
always playing hard to get."