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MEMOIRS OF AN OUTSIDER II
Chapter: 4 "A hearts desire"
Khy appeared withdrawn as the little group boarded the witchboat on their lengthy journey to Ashenwood. They had over one hundred and thirty miles of
isolated time together before arriving at the Lake of Tears garrison where they hoped to find the elusive Wood Man. Gann started to scrutinize the young
woman's actions with the knowledge he had obtained through her troubled dreams. Traveling into her subconscious mind had allowed him access to her
innermost fears and desires. In time, he had hoped to gain a semblance of insight into the unfathomable recesses of her heart. His ultimate goal was to
create the perfect dream lover that he could conjure with little effort and which would result in no emotional ties. Her yearning for a profound and fulfilling
love shadowed everything else that created the great mayhem in her tormented life. This sorrowful longing made for an ideal situation that he could twist
to his advantage. However, his plans began to fade away with every moment he spent with her.
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He remembered the heartbreaking anguish she had suffered when learning of her cherished paladin's death. He had walked through her memories that
night, and found it hard to distinguish her feelings from the chaos of her drunken stupor. The kaleidoscope of brief scenes that rapidly whooshed by him
only generated a bedlam of confusion in his throbbing head. Gann knew he no longer wanted to make use of this woman for just his dreamwalking
pleasures and amusement. He now yearned to discover the entirety of her being along with the passion of her magnificent body. The fear of her malicious
curse almost kept him from wanting her in the waking world. He was afraid that she would consume him in the throes of passion, unable to control the
beast with the climax of her desires. He doubted that his aspirations for her would actually happen in reality, but he could have her in a dream.
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Khy pulled the fur cape tight about her shoulders, noticing that the air was growing colder as they continued north to their destination. Her thoughts
had been on the ravenous evil presence she now knew dwelled inside her. The information she had acquire on spirit-eaters had given her no choice but to
plan her days around the vile and insatiable hunger. When completely satisfied, she could function for about three days before the voracious need arose
to consume a blameless life force. She could probably maintain herself with sending malicious spirits to "eternal rest", but would these specters be
available as they journeyed far from Mulsantir. The witches told her she could "satiate" her cravings by using her own existence; however, this feature
would destroy six months to a year of her life span depending on the level of her thirst. She could also "suppress" the uncontrollable urges, except that it
would only result in a slight gain to the energy she needed. "I will not devour innocent creatures to prolong my own life"! She said to herself. "If this
is my only course of action", she thought, "I would rather die". At this point, Khy began to develop an intricate outline in her mind that she would
implement if all else failed.
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The stillness of the starry night sky with the gentle lapping of the water against the boat lulled the small group of adventurers into a restful sleep. Gann
prepared once again to venture into Khy's slumbering visions as he closed his eyes and relaxed. She sat in a large field surrounded by beautiful flowers
and a nearby stream bubbled with glee as he approached. He knew he had finally mastered the disguise of the courageous paladin when she called out,
"Casavir". He sat next to her, curling his arm around her waist saying, "Hello, my love". She nestled her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms
around his neck while situating herself upon his lap. Gann fought the urge to reveal himself, knowing that if he did, she might recoil from his advances. She
looked up and smiled as she brushed her soft lips across his and then kissed him. Her mouth was warm and inviting, like a cozy fire on a cold winter's
night. He felt her nimble tongue searching for his as he joined her in the seeking exploration of one another.
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She tightened her hold as she buried her face into the shallow of his neck. "Forgive me". She whispered. "I should have told you of my feelings".
Gann could hear the sadness in her voice as she continued her bittersweet confession. "I do love you Cas", she said, "I love you more than you will
ever know". He stroked her hair and embraced her close as she began to cry softly. "I will always feel the touch of your heart within my own", she
said, "And the gift of your body persists through my memory". Khy slowly lifted her head and looked into his eyes. "I cannot give you what you
want my love", she cried with haunting fear and guilt, "That which you seek from me will never be possible".
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Gann stared at her with the paladin's deep blue eyes and asked, "Why"? "I don't know". She said as she clung to him in desperation. "Something
keeps me from saying the words", she told him, "Even though I feel the love". "Oh, Cas", she cried, "Why can't I say what's in my heart". He was
confused by her tearful declaration to the man she obviously cared for, and remained quiet as he thought about her heartrending admission. Gann
suddenly recalled a phrase uttered by the chivalrous man and repeated it to Khy. "I will be here when you are ready", he said to her and then added,
"Whatever your heart desires". She smiled and kissed him on the forehead, as she stood saying, "My hearts desire". She then turned and ran across
the meadow as Gann watched her jump into someone's arms. He tried to identify the usurper of his rightful affections, but she blocked his view. He
walked toward the two, but somehow could not draw near enough to observe. "A new rival", he thought, "I suppose I need to discover a bit more
about my elusive prey and her mysterious admirers".
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Okku hurriedly led the way off the ship and then rolled along the snow-covered ground, glad to be on solid land once again. Khy laughed at the great bear
shaking the powdery frost from his thick, colorful coat. She glanced over at the dreamwalker and then quickly averted her eyes as he detected a hint of
redness to her cheeks. "She seems embarrassed", he thought, "I wonder if she knows of my deception". There was no time to ponder the question
as a scream for help captured their attention. The garrison was under attack from tree-like creatures as the group attempted to aid the people in the
stronghold. When the skirmish was over, they met with Nadij, a young witch who directed them to Dalenka, the commander of the garrison. Dalenka
refused to divulge any information due to the malicious curse Khy carried. As they left Dalenka's house, Nadij told them of a blight infecting the forest and
that perhaps the Wood Man too, suffered from the horrible malady. She promised the girl assistance in helping to cure the diseased woodland as the
small party trudged through the snow toward Ashenwood.
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The icy wind blew mercilessly at the weary band of travelers as they were suddenly confronted by a spirit tree. Gnarlthorn, as he was called, told them
how to cure the terrible sickness and how to restore the telthor sanctuary. This quest gave her something tangible that she could actually complete with a
little perseverance. Aiding the spirits would help her to focus on a greater good and therefore forget about her own misfortunes for a short while. Khy
and the others battled Frost giants, ogres and malicious disease-infected vegetation, trying to bring back the sacred telthor refuge. They needed to push
onward to Immil Vale, a rich oasis inhabited by the knowledgeable sisters of the witch, Nadji. There they would find the last element required to finally free
the sanctuary from its devastating and destructive plague. The sun began to diminish into reddish-orange swirls on the far horizon as the exhausted
party prepared to set up a transitory camp for the night.
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Gann had been contemplating his next move once he entered her dreams that evening. "She left the paladin", he thought, "For another man that was
more desirable". "I should attempt a new disguise", he considered for a moment, "Maybe that of the wicked ranger". "Perhaps she is simply
drawn to evil", he pondered, "That would explain somewhat, why the curse chose to invade her". He made up his mind to inhabit the form of
Bishop to learn once and for all of her genuine feelings for the devious man. Khy was building a fire as the dreamwalker approached and casually inquired
about Bishop. "You spoke of his betrayal", Gann said, "Yet you still have sentiments for him". "It is difficult for me to open old wounds", she
replied, "I cared for him a great deal". "But why would you", He asked, "If he is as reprehensible as you have mentioned, why linger over his
fate"? Khy gazed into his smoky-blue eyes and tried to understand the reasoning behind Gann's inquiry into her relationship with a former lover.
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"My first instinct", she announced, "Is to tell you that it's none of your fucking business"! He stepped back, startled from her forceful words, and
then prepared to leave. "My second", she said calmly, "Is to wonder why you want to know". "Curiosity", he replied smiling at her, "Just a bit of
curiosity". Kaelyn, Safiya and Okku waited for the tension between the two to subside, hoping they would not have to rapidly intervene. "Okay". Khy
said as she leaned against a large rock and starred off into the flames of the roaring campfire. "When we return to Mulsantir", she said quietly, "And, if
you are still "Curious", I will answer whatever you ask". Gann seemed satisfied by her statement and walked away smiling. "I still have tonight", he
said to himself, "And that may be all that I require".
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Gann watched the hazy interaction between Bishop and Khy with great interest. The way she gently touched the man's scar covered body and then softly
kissed the marks, caused a twinge of deep yearning inside him. The ranger gazed at her with loving eyes as he took her into his arms and passionately
kissed her lips. Gann could see the frenzied need overtake the ranger when he held her close. The dreamwalker was slowly beginning to make sense of
the powerful scene as he stared at the man carefully plunging into her. This was a vision he had previously observed, the loss of her virginity. "He was
her first". He thought as he marveled at the immense care and concern the man lavished upon her. "I suppose you never forget the person that
introduced you to the world of sexual fulfillment". He said to himself. The view changed and Gann listened as Bishop pleaded with her to run away
with him, to leave the quest behind and flee. The thought that this man truly loved her and could still hurt her, seemed to overwhelm the dreamer's mind.
The venue swirled again, changing with her restless mind as Gann found himself in the beautiful meadow once more. He concentrated on the memory of
the ranger, and prepared himself to meet her as Bishop.
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"Khy", he said as he sat down next to her, "Would you come away with me now". "Bishop", she whispered, "I thought you were angry with me".
"I was", Gann, replied, "But, I still love you". "You love me", she said with surprise, "You never told me of your love before, why now". The
dreamwalker knew he had blundered in his dialogue with the girl and tried to save the affair by kissing her. She melted into his arms as his hands slipped
down and caressed her bare buttocks under the flimsy chemise. They rolled around on the soft grass, embracing and touching each other. Khy began to
loosen the lacings on his breeches as she nibbled his neck and ears. Gann moaned from the pleasures she created as he felt her remove the restricting
fabric, thus freeing his rigid shaft. She let her tongue travel down his stomach and then swish around his navel. Her long silvery hair tickled his chest as
she moved closer to his loins. Gann clenched his teeth, trying to keep himself in character as Khy grasped his manhood and tenderly flicked the hard knob
with her tongue. "Ahhhh". Escaped his lips as he felt her warm enticing mouth envelop him. His fingers became tangled in her hair when he clutched her
nodding head as the feeling of ecstasy rushed through his body. The strong suction and release of her mouth along with the stroking of her hands
created an intense surge of impulses running up his spine. The air exploded from his lungs as he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation.
He felt the fire building in his loins as she rapidly quickened the pace of her hands and sucked harder. A loud groan accompanied the blazing eruption of
hot fluid in the rapture of mind numbing desire. As he tried to catch his breath, Gann pulled her close and held her in his arms.
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He was relieved to find his cover was still intact as he kissed her sweet lips and fondled her breasts. He realized that he had not yet felt her under him,
waiting for him to fill her with his unyielding blade. He was very adept in pleasing his dream lovers and knew that she would soon be his for the taking.
Gann ripped off her shert, revealing her sensuous naked form as he pulled an erect nipple into his mouth and began to suckle. His hand found its way
between her legs and expert fingers entered her moist canal as his thumb found her center of delight. He alternated his firm sucking between nipples as
he fucked her with nimble fingers while rubbing her hard button. Khy was panting faster as he amplified the manipulation of her sensitive bud along with
the hasty thrusting of his fingers. She began to grind herself against his hand when he felt her body become stiff and spasm as she screamed his name.
The jerking and moaning of her heightened peak continued and Gann felt the wetness of her climax cover his hand as he smiled. "I'll give you whatever
your heart desires". He said brushing his lips across hers. "My hearts desire". She repeated as she pushed him back and ran away across the field. He
watched her once again scamper into the arms of the anonymous man. The problem of yet another lover filled him with anger. "Not Casavir and not
Bishop", he thought, "Who else did she love"? He knew that he would not give up searching her psyche until he discovered her hearts desire.