Lina giggled and replied "Gathering strength again, of course, you aren't off the hook today, Amilia."
"Oh good." was the reply.
They got out of bed and devoured a simple, but ample, breakfast. They giggled over everything, and took a walk on the grounds afterwards, hand in hand.
It was a well maintained little park they were in, and normally there would have been people tending it, but they had been given an unexpected vacation so Amilia could have her alone time. Because they were alone, the girls decided to be daring and walk around naked, enjoying the sun, the view, and each other...
After they had found a likely spot, and had loved that morning, they were lying around lazily afterwards and talking of this and that. Amilia asked Lina "If it isn't private, will you tell me about the girl in your dreams? Something tells me you were remembering, not fantasizing."
"Eh? Girl in my dreams?" asked Lina, cocking an eye at Amilia.
"Yes, you were obviously making love to a girl during the night there, and you kept moaning a name that sounded like "Na-gii" or "Nah-ga" or something like that. I just was curious."
Lina was silent for a long time and Amilia was begining to think she had offended somehow with her question. Finally, Lina spoke. "Naga. Where do I begin?" Lina sat up and turned to Amilia, her face now a picture of sorrow. "That's the other reason I don't go fast with Gourry. I love him with all of that part of my heart that loves men, but the part that loves women passionately loves Naga, and passionately hates her too. I still have issues, I guess."
"I met her after I left home, at my big sister's, shall we say, "suggestion" that my future was "out there", in the world." She sighed. "Listen, Zefielia is a very conservative place when it comes to sex, and girls loving girls, in the erotic sense, is a big no no. It hasn't been used for atleast a generation or two, but there is still a law on the books allowing for the burning to death of people who do that. So, although it happens, like everywhere else, it isn't out in the open. But I guess I was"
"Luna was always finding me doing things she thought were rather "lesbian" and correcting me for it, usually with her stick. I had to act and talk just so, or else. And I learned to jump through her hoops to avoid being hit. I don't know what her problem is, I think she is one of these zealots that hates people like us, Amilia, and when she saw her little sister headed "that way" she had to try and "fix me". The funny thing is, I have never ever doubted that what she did, she did in miguided love for me, but it was still cruelly wrong. I don't know, it was where she was wierd I guess."
Amilia shook her head. "Well, that makes me want to jump up and give a justice speech, but I'll restrain myself this time. But I do remember how afraid you were of her that time when Miss Filia gave you her letter. But I'm interupting, please, do go on."
Lina snickered at that. "Yeah, well, there I am at thirteen out walking the world, using my magic to make a living, and this bizzarely dressed nineteen year old chick shows up and sets my hotel on fire. She had heard I was the world's greatest sorcery genius, or something like that, and she was going to prove me wrong, no matter who she destroyed in the process, including me, or herself."
"Well, at first I tried to ditch her, she was wierd, strange, annoying, and a pain in the ass all rolled into one. Then came the night of the full moon. We were sitting in a field, on a warm summer's evening and we got to talking. At first it was just stuff, then this big, beautiful lovers moon rose before us as the sun was setting. We looked at it and sighed, and we started talking about love and stuff. Being free of Luna, I had resolved never to be ashamed of what I am, and in the due course, as the moon rose high and turned silver, I mentioned I liked girls."
Lina gave a tender smile as she remembered. "Well, that did it. She gave a happy squeal and leaned right over me and kissed me full on the lips, with a passion I didn't know was possible. But I didn't complain, I was thirteen and a half, I was alone and free in the world, and this woman, bizzare though she was personality wise, had a body to die for. Or drool for, as I had secretly been doing."
"Of course when she kissed me I was so happy that I gave as good as I got, and we spent the rest of the night something in the way you and I just did. Hell, you commented on my being able to have peak after peak of pleasure last night. That's normal enough for me, and it delighted her. She was something like that too, but even more imortant, she loved getting down there and going at me with her tongue, and all I had to do was ride her till she had had enough. It really made her happy. Well, and me too, of course."
"To make it better, when she had her turn, she loved to rub our, um, "womanhoods" together, so I was able to peak some more while she was peaking too, and that made her even happier. We'd lie there exhausted and happy, kissing up a storm. Of course I wanted to please her in other ways too, so she let me learn how to use my tongue, as I think you could tell..."
"Lina, if you are only a pupil, I'd love to have a go at the master. You are perfect!" smiled a happy Amilia.
Lina continued. "The problem was, when we made love she was so wonderful it was love, not just sex. But when we weren't making love she was hard to live with. She drank to excess, then she was always leaving me the bill. And she was greedy and grasping, especially about gold. Her personality was abrasive, there were times I actually slapped her, which I hated afterwards. And then she'd be extra nice in bed to make up for it, and I'd be sucked in again. And worst of all, she would often take the other side in any fight or magic business I was doing which made things more complicated than they needed to be. And don't get me going on her golems! Or the damned seafood spells! Sometimes things'd get so bad we'd have magic fights, and not for fun either, serious fights."
"Oh, and she always tormented me about my breasts. Now hers were hugh, and yummy, and sensitive, and fun to play with, and when we made love she did a good number on mine, and said she loved them. But when we were out and about she was making jokes and crude, hurtful remarks about how small they were, or how plain I was in general. It was like she couldn't understand how hurtful the remarks were. Or didn't care. Or maybe even that she wanted to hurt me. And yet, she could read my mind in a pinch and with little more than a wink or a nod we often could co-ordinate our actions and win a fight. It was weird. In some ways it was like there were two people in her, the lover, and the asshole. I loved the lover, I still do, but the other one was too much."
"The final straw was her attitude towards men. She hated them. She never explained why, it had something to do with her past, but she never told me about it, I really have no idea where she came from or who she was. Anyway, one day, after listening to her rant about men I confronted her and reminded her she had a father who was a man, and if she ever wanted babies she'd need one herself. And I reminded her I wasn't a lesbian like she was but had bisexual feelings too, which she knew already, and I told her that I thought that men were also loveable."
"Well, that did it, she took my words wrong, and screamed that I must have been seeing some man or other on the side. Ridiculous of course, she was with me too much for me to have been able to do that without her being there, but hey, I think she was, underneath it all, highly insecure. Anyway, I fought back, I was fifteen by now and a little more secure in my own person, and she was getting to be like Luna in her attempts to shape me and I wasn't doing that again. We lashed out at each other and used words on each other that we had never used before, this went all beyond our magic fights, and in the end we split up, and I've never seen her since."
Lina actually began to cry softly. Amilia gathered her into a big and comforting hug. After a minute Lina went on. "Then I went on a bandit stomping spree to work my frustrations out, and it helped. Then came Gourry, and I began to have feelings, and I realised that loving a man is different than loving a woman. I mean loving in your heart, Gourry and I have never been physical, well, there have been a few kisses..."
"I can't explain it, except that I lost interest in girls for awhile and tried to put that part of me to sleep. I wasn't, and am not now, ashamed of it, but I thought it was inappropriate if I wanted to be with Gourry. But four years is a long time, and I have been having stirrings the past year or so, and well, now this, and they are back as strong as ever. Still, I'm glad you were the one to waken them fully Amilia, we have our arguments and all that, but I really like you, heck I could even love you like the sister I should have had. And now that I get to love you like we have been, I'm going to have to find a different way to deal with my feelings."
Amilia smiled and said "I know exactly where you are coming from Lina. And loving someone who is special, and promises to be "the one" is different. I've never loved a man casually like I have with girls, so I don't know if that's different, but loving a special man, yep, that's different!"
Lina smiled. "Yeah, you have a point. And I'm glad I didn't go boy crazy, I am untouched as far as being with a man goes and I'd love to give myself to Gourry as a virgin. But I wonder how he'll react when he finds out about this. Hmph, knowing him he'll blame it on my flat chest or something." She pouted.
Amilia giggled. "You mean you haven't figured it out yet?" she asked.
"Figured what out?" asked Lina back.
"Well, maybe you've been too close or too sensitive." replied Amilia. "The fact is, I know he can seem crude or insensitive, but I think he just never learned any tact or manners, but, I think, and I confess I've had this conversation with Miss Filia when we were traveling together, and she concured, though she didn't quite see why it was important, anyway..."
"Get to the point Amilia..." said Lina a bit dangerously.
Amilia giggled nervously and said "Okay the point is we think he likes your small breasts and doesn't know how to tell you." She gulped, waiting for Lina's reaction.
Lina cocked a disbelieving eye and did a double take. "Well, I... never thought of that. You think?" she ended with a hopefull note in her voice.
"Woman's intuition?" winked Amilia.
"Maybe..." said Lina, still a bit doubtful.
Amilia laughed and said "Look Lina, big breasted girls like me and this Naga girl, oh, and Filia even, in her human form, are very common, but petite beauties are a rare and valuable commodity. Don't sell yourself short, okay?"
Lina winced good naturedly at the pun.
Amilia continued with a smile. "I mean, think about it a bit. You are shorter than a lot of women, so if Gourry wanted tall he has a whole world full of tall girls. If he wants big breasts they are out there too. And what else? How about hair colour, red is a lot rarer than, say, my black is, and blue eyes are everywhere, how many red eyed girls have you met? And that temper you are famous for. He doesn't turn tail and run like many men would, he knows you and he stays. Lina, he has to love you and everything about you, if not, if he wanted something else he'd have it. I mean, by the gods of love themselves, he had Miss Sylphiel throwing herself at him! Sylphiel! Beautiful, tall, demure, black haired, blue eyed, large breasted, great cooking even, wanting to be his loving wife, Sylphiel. And what does he do? Wanders around after you, showing more loyalty than the proverbial dog! Yes Lina, I think he loves all of you just as you are and that includes those beautiful little breasts of yours! And I am certain he will accept you for what you are too."
Lina shook her head. "I-, I didn't think of that, and I pride myself on seeing things others miss, and this is right in front of my face... Oh Amilia. When we get back I AM going to have a talk with him!"
She smiled at her friend. "But you have a talk with Zelgadiss too, you hear? I've seen that look in his eyes you mentioned yesterday too. Tell you the truth, I don't think he's being mysterious, I think he's being shy. I mean, think about it, he was a young man, then he became a chimera, now he thinks he's a hideous freak no woman could love. You have to let him know he's wrong, and if you can get that through his blue demon hide I think he'll hand you his heart on a silver platter, I really do."
Amilia's eyes shone. "Oh wow, you are right Lina! Oh, I have to go talk to him, but he won't be back yet." She sighed. "Well, we can console each other for the next six weeks and figure out what we want to say."
Lina smiled again. "Oh yes, and now that you woke me up, I'm not ready just this instant to go running away to have a man." She gave Amilia a sly, wanton look. "I have too much lost woman time to make up for. Besides, despite what you say, I am too demure around a man. I'm sure that, whatever I may be like with you, I'd be all over shy on my wedding night."
Amilia laughed and scooted over and hugged Lina. "Oh I can just see you now, Lina. You'll be kneeling on the bed, like we are now, you'll have your arms around him, and he around you, like this!" The girls knelt in front of each other, facing each other, and put their arms around each other.
Amilia then began to do a slow grind with her pelvis, rubbing her lower belly in to Lina's. "Gourry will see your petite beauty and your "demure" attitude. You will think he brought his hard, upright, steel sword to bed, then you will realise it is in fact him, the man of steel! You will see and feel his need for you and you will realise your need for him, and in your demure way you will respond!" She suddenly took on a more strident, Lina like tone. "Gourry! I need you NOW! GIMME,GIMME,GIMME!" As she shouted the final "GIMME!" Amilia shoved Lina onto her back and jumped on top of her in a way that suggested it was Lina mounting Gourry's manhood, and bounced away.
"WHATTHEHELLAREYOUIMPLYING!" shrieked Lina as she pushed Amilia off of her. She looked at the friend with an incredulous look then suddenly dissolved into laughter herself. After a good long laugh she said, a bit shakily "Amilia, you are projecting your fantasies about your own wedding night onto me, you know!"
Amilia laughed again. "No, no." she said. "That would be the man of stone, not steel! She laughed some more and said "After we are married, lets get together and compare notes, okay? The man of steel verses the man of stone!"
Lina giggled and then laughed. "That sounds gross Amilia! Sheesh. But I have a feeling it will happen, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
Amilia got onto her knees, wiping tears from her eyes with one hand and rubbing her sore sides with her other. Suddenly, she froze and toppled over in a new bout of laughter. Lina said, short of breath herself "Oh come on Amilia, it's funny, but not that funny..."
Amilia gasped "no... not it..." After a minute or two she got control back and got back on her knees. Then she crumpled forward again, giggling. Lina came up and knelt before her. She pulled Amilia upright and asked in a no nonsense voice "What?"
Amilia could hardly speak, but managed to get out, "I had a vision of you and Gourry, like we just did, but instead of you, it was Sylphiel..." She then began taking several deep breaths to calm herself.
"Huh?" said Lina, confused.
Amilia gave a smirk, then, positioning herself against Lina like she had done earlier, she got Lina to grind against her and, putting her hands together under her chin, the way Sylphiel often did, she gave Lina a demure, submissive look. Batting her big blue eyes in a most Sylphil like way at Lina she then said in reasonable parody of the gentle girl's soft voice "Gourry, I need you now. Give me, give, me, give me..."
Lina did a double take, then toppled over with Amilia, both girls laughing as hard as was humanly possible. A few minutes later she managed to say, weakly, "Poor Sylphiel! How unjust Amilia, even if it's true!" She then laughed some more.
Amilia staggered to her hands and knees and said "Gotta stop laughing, gonna be sick... Lina, distract me..."
"How?" panted Lina.
"Oh, um, I don't know... okay, describe that Naga girl to me, you told me her personality, but you said she had a beautiful body, tell me what she looked like?" Amilia asked.
"Sure." said Lina as she slowly sat up. "Give me a second to catch my breath." She did so.
"She is tall, almost as tall as Gourry. Her hair is as soft and as black as yours, but it runs like a midnight waterfall down her sleek and slender back to the top of her irresistably firm round and oh so kissable butt, and from that she had long, long legs running down to her perfect feet. You go round them, lingeringly, and back up those to her creamy thighs and of course her little patch of heaven on earth,and carry on up past her tight belly to her enormous, to die for breasts. He white shoulders look delicate, but are strong, and her long arms are as graceful as a swan's neck. And her talented hands, oh, no ring could do them justice, and they are so kissable... anyway, she has a slender neck and her face, thin and long, beautiful, but always with a proud sneer on her kissable lips and face. And her eyes, deep and blue, again just like yours, and so easy to get lost in, yet again with a proud and haughty look, beautiful and yet terrible to behold."
"Sounds stunning..." said Amilia quietly, now sitting down.
"She is." said Lina, a touch of saddness in her voice again. "If only she wasn't so damned wierd. Oh well, she wore the most ridicuous of clothes, I should have seen it coming."
"Clothes" asked Amilia.
"Yeah, her "evil sorceress" look, or so she called it. Walking eye sore I think is what most other would say. Okay, top to bottom. A gold tiara, just a circlet really, with a, hum, was it a pair of small wings or a small "V" on her forehead, just about where the so called "third eye" is, upon which is mounted a ruby. Then she has a thick collar around her neck, well, more of a leather choker, not a collar as such, and she had a little skull adornment hanging from it, just above her breasts. Then there is her, I hate to call it a bikini top, since it has sleeves, but same idea, it just barely covers her there, and leave nothing to the imagination. Closed at the bottom with another ruby. On each shoulder are spiked shoulder pads, and long glistening gloves from above her elbows to her fingers. Oh,all her clothes are black, by the way. Then nothing, well except her floor length cloak, till you get to her hips where she wears a thong. A fancy one, with the straps over the hips divided to make two straps. Then her hips and then from mid thigh, her long glistening boots. Oh, and a garter on her right thigh, and a belt with a ridiculously long sword hanging from it, silly really, she can swing it okay, but any blood, even a drop, and she faints."
"Faints?" gasped Amilia in a strange voice. Lina looked up.
"Amilia, what's wrong?" she asked, seeing the strange, wide eyed look on her friend's face.
Amilia gasped "There can be only one..."
"One what?" asked Lina
"Did this woman give you any name besides Naga?" asked Amilia in a strangled voice, something momentous obviously working its way across her face.
"Nope, just Naga. Naga the Serpent actually. Well, on occasion she said White Serpent..."
Amilia shrieked "White Serpent?"
"Amilia, what is going on?" asked Lina, feeling very disturbed now.
"One- last- question..." said Amilia, shaking visibly. Did she laugh like this?"
Amilia took a deep breath, then...
"OOOHOhohohohohohohoho!" she laughed.
Lina slapped her hands over her ears. "Stop it Amilia! That's her laugh! How do you know her?"
"How do I know her? How do I know her?" said Amilia in a wierd voice "How do I know Gracia ul Naga Seirune of the Royal house of Seirune, who's crest is the White Serpent? She's My Big SISTER!"
She screamed. As did Lina. Then they both collapsed, quivering, into each other's arms.
After awhile they calmed down and Amilia looked up at Lina. "I recognised her from your description, both of her and of that outfit." she said simply.
"She wore that thing in the palace?" asked Lina, unable to believe the stately court of Seirune would have permitted that. But of course, it was only yesterday she had found out it was a hidden hotbed of Sapphic intrigue, so who knew what was possible.
Amilia shook her head. "No, it was something my mother would wear to excite my father. I think she wore dancing shoes not boots, and no weapons or spikes, but the rest is the same. And it is missing, thought I don't think daddy knows. Anyway, it was something they did in private. He, he, but they forgot about the secret passages and the curiosity of peeking little children..."
"You see, daddy went on an adventure as a young man and came back married to mother, which shocked the court. But Gracia was already in her belly, so there was nothing to do. Mommy was some sort of a gypsy princess I think. Anyway, daddy used to be really good at playing musical instruments, just as long as he didn't sing, and mom would wear that costume and dance for him sometimes when they were alone. And oh yes, it was an erotic dance. And they both seemed to get very aroused by it." She sighed. "He hasn't played a note since she was murdered."
"Murdered?" asked Lina. "I thought she died naturally."
Amilia explained. "No, an assasin named Booley tried to kill Gracia when she was sixteen and mother got in the way. But it cost her her life, and there was blood everywhere. Then Gracia used a white magic spell to kill the murderer, in defence. Ever since then, she'd faint at the sight of blood."
"And she was proud to a fault before the murder, after that she became very afraid and insecure, but she would keep up a false front of pride and what she called "worldly superiority" as a shell. Still, she had her kind side, but I think it is gone now, if what you describe is true. Oh Lina. She went from being a goof to a wierdo, in the bad sense. She openly violated daddy's ban on black magic because she wanted more power to defend herself, she said. But her idea of defence was destroying her enemy, not stopping his attack long enough to get away. So, it was to be black, not white, magic for her."
"Men I don't know about. I know she was involved with girls like I am, but I know mommy was grooming her to take on her duities as a queen, including her duities to the succession, and I think Gracia dreamed of a special man, like you and I do. But then a man killed her mother, almost killed her, and covered her hands with his blood, even if it was self defence. And another man, daddy, didn't defend mommy, nor did he comfort her afterwards. Please understand that daddy did try his best despite his own grief, but it just didn't take on Gracy, she was too deep into her own upset heart to let anyone get through. Not even her little sister who- who..." Amilia started to cry. Lina immediately hugged her as Amilia finished her thought.
"Who loves her."
The two girls were lost in tears for a long time, each mourning the loss of the woman they loved, albeit in different ways.
Finally Lina said "Now I undertand her much better. Oh, if only she had said something earlier. but she couldn't, I guess. But this give sme a real problem now Amilia. I can't go to Gourry until I resolve Naga. Oh gods what to do? I've lost all contact with her, just like with Luna." She cried some more.
After a while, the tears stopped again, as tears eventually will do. The two girls made their way to the hot spring and sank into the soothing and healing hot waters. Still they physically clung to each other, sharing a common sense of loss. Finally Lina kissed Amilia and whispered to her "Love me?"
Amilia turned with a smile and said "You know Lina, now I know who you've been with, I feel rather incestuous loving you."
Lina backed away. "Yes, it would. I'm sorry."
Amilia pulled her back, a gleam in her eyes. "No silly, it's a turn on!" With that, before Lina could say anything more, she kissed Lina needily and passionately. Lina returned with the same feelings.
They weren't as urgent with each other this time as they had been before, rather, they spent the rest of the day playing each other like a true maestro plays a rare and superb instrument, taking each other to new peaks of pleasure and into greater depths of intensity than they had ever been.