The Crystal Rainbow
Copyright© 2008 by Nyasia A. Maire
Chapter 36: Pieces
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 36: Pieces - A runaway boy and an orphan girl dream of one another. They feel a strange connection. Is it a dream, or is it real? A wrinkled, old woman with a heavenly voice gives the boy shelter. He grows to manhood and helps the old woman search for the heir to a magical crystal bracelet that holds the power over storms and rainbows along with many secrets. And, where there is power, there are those that covet it and will do anything to make it their own, which is exactly what an ancient evil plans to do.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Magic Heterosexual Fiction Historical Paranormal Vampires Slow Transformation
Never throw away broken pieces;
you never know where they may fit.
A Fool's Book of Wisdom
The man awoke and stretched. He could not remember the last time he had slept so long or in as comfortable a bed. He smiled and stretched again. He felt good; his spirit lighter somehow. Then a thought marred his previous happiness and a small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth and drew a crease between his brows. He looked around and realized that he did not recognize the place where he found himself, nor did he remember just how he came about being there. The bed where he lay was in the center of a round room, the walls constructed of gray blocks of rough hewn stone. He struggled to a sitting position and his frown deepened, as his body did not respond as he thought it should. He felt sluggish and clumsy as if he were a wee babe just learning how to control his movements.
"Where the hell am I and what the fuck did I do last night?" He groaned.
He almost fell out of the bed when he heard a sniggering laugh come from behind him and a deep male voice responded, "Well, Jacob, you are not anywhere and, unfortunately, you did not do anything last night, but I most certainly did." As Jacob fought to turn his body around, the voice took on a serious note, "However, I would like to thank you for the use of your body. Your assistance shall not go unrewarded."
A female voice joined the male, "Yes, dearest Jacob, thank you. When you wake, we give you a choice: you may continue with your life as you have or you may avail yourself of the gift we left you. The decision is yours to make, choose well."
"Fare thee well, Jacob." Just as the voices echoed throughout the room, Jacob managed to roll over and promptly fell off the bed.
He sat up sputtering and spat out a mouthful of mud. He swiped his arm across his muddied face and dug a pebble from his forehead. He scrubbed at his eyes and when he at last found he could open them, he froze at the sight kneeling before him.
"Are you real or are you an angel?" He sputtered past the remnants of mud in his mouth.
The strawberry blonde blushed to the roots of her silky hair and then she brushed away some of the mud that remained on his cheek.
"I am most certainly real. What is your name, monsieur?" She responded in a mock haughty tone.