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Woman of the Sword - Introduction
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The following is the introduction to an erotic fantasy/adventure story I
am just beginning to outline. I'd appreciate your comments...
Woman of the Sword
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Introduction
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The normally placid surface of the forest pool was disturbed by
ripples as the nude young woman knifed cleanly through it, swimming with
effortless ease. Although the forest lay shrouded in snow, steam rose
from the water, heated as it was by forces deep within the earth. Its
crystal clarity revealed much of the woman's form as she rolled onto her
back, floating. Her nipples crinkled with the touch of the winter air
as her smallish breasts poked upwards through the surface. Her close
cropped blonde hair created a halo above her beautiful face as she
drifted lazily.
Rolling over with a splash, and rising to her feet, she stood waist-deep
in the shallow water, bobbing up, water streaming from her upper torso.
Her body, bronzed by the sun, was finely sculptured, and had served her
well for her twenty years. She waded near the shore, retrieving the
bark box containing soapweed, then returned to waist deep water.
Kneeling on the sandy bottom, she washed her hair, working the soapweed
to a thick, rich, fragrant yellow lather. Leaning back, firm young
breasts thrust into the air, she worked the lather across her upper
body, marvelling at the sensation as calloused palm rasped across
swollen nipple. She rinsed her hair.
Sitting upright, her hands moved downward, into the water, across flat,
smooth, muscular abdomen, lower, to the sparse covering of pale hair
between her thighs, thighs which slowly spread to exploring fingertips.
Swollen lips, she finds, and an inner heat that rivals that of the
geothermal pool in which she bathes. Softly caressing, she parted the
folds, revealing the swollen nub beneath to her fingers. Her mouth
opened in a gentle O, she gasps at the first electric touch.
Insistent, the fingers of one hand spread lips and caress sensitive
folds, while the other hand creeps behind, across smooth, tanned
buttocks, seeking the moisture evident, even under water. Probing the
nether-regions of her cleft, she dips a finger, shallowly, into the
tight confines of her canal, from behind, as the finger in front closes
in a narrowing circle on her very core. Her breath grew ragged, and she
felt the familiar blush begin, spiralling outwards from her loins.
Faster and faster, her finger flew, as she grew closer and closer to
bliss, to rapture...
She froze, instantly alert. The rustle of fallen leaves, a bird's cry.
THERE! The snap of brittle twig beneath careless foot!
She rose instantly into a ready stance, heedless of her nudity in the
winter cold. She made no effort to cover herself, rather she spoke a
Word, and with a soft -snik- of steel against copper scabbard, her Sword
leapt to her hand, a meter of gleaming, deadly, intelligent steel. It
thrummed in her hand as its powers awoke, and the Thrill raced through
her, more intense than any orgasm could ever be.
For she was Kia, the last of the Swordswomen, and she would know who had
disturbed her bath....
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Sorry to be so brief, but wanted your comments. Should have a first
couple of chapters ready to post in a day or two, if you think I
should...
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