HTN 6-41 Let me show you my love

Dream 1 --- Quinny

Quinny sat on a blanket on a sunny meadow wearing a white dress with pretty lace borders. She was having a private tea party, and her guests were two dolls, one of Heather and the other of Frank. She had no idea she was dreaming or that others were watching as she cheerfully offered tea to her guests. She was in the middle of asking Frank if he wanted a biscuit when a voice called from a nearby pond.

“Quinny,” the soft voice called. “I need you.”

“Who said that?” Quinny replied as she stood and noticed a pond beside her little clearing. She didn't recall that being there before, but somehow it made sense now. Slowly she walked to the water’s edge and gazed on the mirror like surface to see her pale zombie skin, and pitch-black eyes reflected back at her. She felt a strange sense of longing to be that woman again, but she had to wear the disguise given through the magic collar. Her mind went to how excited she had been to choose her zombie appearance, and how carefully she had balanced the undead appearance to still be cute.

“That isn't me anymore,” Quinny said, shaking her head with a tear in her eye.

“It will always be you, and I love who you are,” a voice replied as the water began to ripple.

Quinny stepped back as something moved beneath the water and slowly a golden-haired woman rose from it’s surface as if by magic. She was perfectly dry, despite having risen from the water, and her hair fluttered in a breeze Quinny couldn’t feel. This mysterious woman seemed familiar but her mind struggled to recognize who she was. Then the woman’s eyes opened and Quinny was struck by how they blazed with blue as radiant as a gemstone. She saw a hunger in them that instantly moved her heart as echoes of a memory finally came forward.

“Heather?” Quinny gasped as white flower petals began to fall from the trees around them.

“Quinny,” the woman said as she held her arms open. “I am so sorry I have neglected you. I love you, and I need to show you how much.”

“You love me?” Quinny stammered as the woman walked across the water as if it were solid ground. She came to shore as flowers bloomed around her every step, and right before Quinny's eyes, her yellow dress fell away in a cloud of white petals. Quinny looked at the woman's body with a terrible longing, as she felt something twisting inside. How many times had she dreamed of being able to hold Heather close? Now she was here, just a few steps away, with her arms open and a pleading look on her face.

“Heather, what are you doing?” Quinny asked

“Come to me, sweetheart,” Heather urged. “It’s time you stopped waiting.”

The world around her went black as she ran to those open arms, eager to hold Heather tight. Quinny threw herself into them and was immediately rewarded by a warm embrace and a rub of Heather’s cheek on the side of her head.

“I love you, my beautiful zombie girl,” Heather whispered.

Quinny wasn't aware that the world was changing around them as the dream was magically altered. She leaned back to look into Heather's eyes and was immediately greeted with a kiss. Heather reached into that kiss as Quinny nearly stumbled back from the power of it. Why was Heather being so aggressive and loving? Was this really happening? Her mind tried to make sense of it as Heather's hands wandered her back. She felt them cup at her rear and begin to pull at her lovely white dress.

“Heather?” Quinny gasped and broke the kiss. “Heather, is this really you? I feel like I am dreaming.”

“I deserve that,” Heather replied with a smile before kissing the tip of her nose. “You are dreaming, but you and I are real.”

“This is only a dream?” Quinny said, disappointed.

“Oh, don't sound so sad,” Heather urged. “I am real, and when you wake up, I will remember it.”

“You will?” Quinny said in surprise, not sure how that could happen.

“Yes,” Heather whispered softly and traced Quinny's lips with a finger. “Gisley has the power to see people's dreams and make them wonderful. So I asked her to put me in yours so I could show you how wonderful you are and how much I love you.”

“But we agreed you need more time,” Quinny said as she remembered their last conversation on the topic.

“I had my time,” Heather whispered and used a hand to pull at the lace of Quinny’s dress. “Now I am ready to be yours in every way you ever desired.”

Quinny wasn't sure she had a heart, but something was beating fast and hard in her chest. She felt weak as Heather slowly and carefully pulled her dress away, exposing the scant white lace beneath. Only then did she realize they were moving, and she looked around to see the forest slowly drifting by. They were on what appeared to be a giant leaf with curled sides, drifting down a lazy stream of the love wood. All around them were splashes of color and sweet flowers as rays of sunlight filtered down through the dense canopy above.

She tried to take it all in as Heather's lips came to her neck and went down her shoulder, kissing passionately. Every touch made her melt, and she felt the love radiating from her lover.

“Heather, I love you!” Quinny cried as hands began to pull her last barriers of modesty away.

“I know,” Heather paused in her kissing to reply. “And from now on, this is how our relationship will be.”

Quinny trembled as her silky garments were pulled away, leaving her bare and exposed. She closed her eyes as Heather gently guided her to a pile of small round pillows that appeared on the floor of the strange boat. She was laid into the bed of cushions as Heather descended on her with a hungry passion, drowning Quinny in a river of love.

The leaf boat drifted lazily along the magic river as she made love to Heather, the two coming together like never before. It went on for what seemed like hours as the boat never ceased its slow journey. Quinny was so lost in the fire of their love that she lost all sense of time. Heather never let her rest, driving her on, and pouring more love into their moment until Quinny could take it no more.

She screamed through her panting breath, pleading with Heather to stop. Heather complied but took her time to kiss her way up Quinny’s stomach as the poor woman heaved for breath. Quinny wasted no time pulling her into a hug as they returned to kissing, reaching for one another with need.

She had dreamed of this day for so long, and now it had come in the most magical of ways. She glanced up to see a bright blue moon hanging in a sky full of stars as their private boat floated in a magical pond. She and Heather were finally lovers, and she started to cry for the joy of it.

“Quinny?” Heather said as she nestled in tightly beside her. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you more than I have ever loved anyone,” Quinny said, wiping an eye. “I was worried this day would never come.”

“Sweetheart, we have made love before,” Heather said.

“Not like this,” Quinny said with a shake of her head. She and Heather had indeed made love, but it had never felt like this. Heather always seemed to be going through the motions and hesitant to do anything. She was far more relaxed with Frank, with whom she shared most of her intimacy. But this moment was special, and Quinny realized that Heather truly meant to love her.

“I am sorry,” Heather replied, brushing a hair from her face. “I should have done this sooner.”

“I was so afraid you never would,” Quinny admitted as her fears poured out. “I tried to be strong and give you time, but I was still afraid.”

“Of course, you were,” Heather said softly and ran a hand down her side. “You loved me long before I realized it, and even when I brought you into my relationship, I still didn't open up. I should have had the courage to tell you long ago.”

“What changed?” Quinny asked. Curious as to why it was suddenly so different.

“That lunch at the inn where we went as slave girls and I kissed Jaina,” Heather replied.

“So, kissing Jaina made you change your mind?” Quinny asked.

“No, it was just the fist step in helping me understand,” Heather replied and suddenly became very serious. “Quinny, there is something I need to tell you.”

Quinny nodded as she felt a strange change in Heather's tone. Heather came right out and told her about the dream with Jaina and Frank and how it all ended. Quinny could see Heather was upset about what she did but admitted that it helped her realize how much she loved the others. It was why they were in the dream right now, as Heather wanted each of them to have a magical encounter.

“Do you forgive me?” Heather asked.

“For what?” Quinny said with a crooked smile. “I have made love to all of them, even Roric. I am the one who keeps pushing us to join Rajeen's harem so we can all be one big family. Do you honestly think I will be upset because you took the first step in making that happen?”

“I feel bad,” Heather admitted, but Quinny could see this had nothing to do with guilt that she made love to Jaina. Instead, this was about how she hadn't shown this kind of love to the others, and if that guilt drove Heather to finally express herself, Quinny was happy it had happened.

“I love you,” Quinny replied and smiled. “And I hope you make love to Jaina again.”

“Me too,” Heather admitted and leaned in to resume kissing. “But mostly, I hope I make love to you.”

They wrapped up tightly and resumed their passion as the moon shone high in the sky. It was the beginning of a beautiful change in their relationship, and Quinny meant to enjoy every moment of it.

Dream 2 ---- Breanne

The carriage rolled over the cobblestones as Breanne looked out the window, fretting over the coming night. She was on her way to a royal ball being held by the Queen in honor of a holiday known as Summers Glow. She had received an invitation from a mysterious suitor who said only that he would be wearing gold and white. With her invitation was a gown with a great blue and white skirt and a stunning jeweled corset. She had on her finest tiara and a necklace of silver and sapphires to accentuate her slender neck. Her dark hair was done up in a delicate braid and held in place by two long silver pins. Her hands were encased in white silk gloves that ran to her elbows.

The palace came into view as the carriage rounded a bend and made its way up the long road. It was the queen's summer palace, placed well outside the city on her private estate. Breanne had always wanted to visit this home, but this was the first opportunity that had come. Her nervousness got the better of her as they started up the final bend, heading for the grand palace of glass and marble. The front entrance was lit by magical lights, bathing the area in a brilliant glow. Guests were already making their way up the great white steps that led into the ballroom as she heard the music of what sounded like a hundred musicians coming from inside.

Her hands trembled as she checked her ruby lip paint in the reflection on the window and tried not to fidget. Who was this mysterious stranger who had come out of nowhere to ask her to attend such a high function with him? Was he handsome? Was he perhaps a prince? Did he intend to ask for her hand in marriage and whisk her off to his castle?

She smiled at her childish notions as the carriage got in line behind others that were dropping guests off. She gasped at the beauty of the gown and the women as they walked up the steps, usually at the arm of a dashing man. She would have to make the journey alone as her mystery man was waiting inside, but she hardly cared. Her heart beat like a drum as the carriage pulled up to the steps, and a footman reached for her door.

Breanne dipped her head as she climbed out, her beautiful dress the envy of the other guests. She stood tall, allowing her sharp elvish features to magnify her almost royal beauty.

“Welcome to the summer ball,” the footman said with a low bow. “You must be her ladyship, Breanne of Tairnanogh.”

That name tickled something in the back of her mind as it struck her as familiar. The man took her hand and motioned her to the steps as Breanne smiled.

“I will be climbing alone,” she said and went to take the first step.

“Oh, no, my dear lady,” the man said with a bow. “Your date is already here and coming down.”

Breanne saw the man gesture with his head to the steps, and she looked up to see a single figure in white and gold slowly making her way down. She wore a dress to match her own and white stockings ending in delicate shoes. Her long golden hair was woven into a rope and studded with green gemstones. Her dress accentuated her beauty, and those stunning blue eyes met Breanne's as she felt her heart melt. She had never seen Her looking so beautiful, like an angel stepping down from the heavens to scoop her up.

“Heather?” Breanne gasped as the woman descended the final steps and held out a hand.

“Would you do me the honor of being my date for the ball?” Heather asked with a slight smile.

Breanne was lost in confusion as she couldn't accept what was happening. She knew who this was, but somehow it felt different, more powerful. She slowly accepted her hand and Heather hooked her arm, leading the way up the steps as the music grew louder.

Heather's fingers blended with her own as they reached the top of the steps, and Breanne was able to look into the fantastic hall of the Queen. It was alive with people dancing in practiced steps as an entire wall of musicians wove a tune that seemed to lift her spirits. She was led through great arched doors of blue-tinted glass into a room whose floor was of polished black marble. Slender columns were decorated with spiraling bands of white flowers interspersed with hearts made of red roses. Great red and white banners flanked a grand fountain along the back wall, acting as a wonderous centerpiece to the hall.

Breanne saw hundreds of guests already in attendance, many of whom turned to regard the recent arrivals. She felt like the star of the event as Heather took her directly to the dance floor.

“Heather, did you send me that invitation?” Breanne asked as they made their way across the floor.

“I did,” Heather replied and glanced her way with a smile. “And this night is all about you.”

“Me?” Breanne asked as her blood ran hot. There was a sparkle in Heather's eye as the woman took her hand firmly and turned to face her.

“I love you, Breanne,” Heather said, taking her other hand as they assumed a dancing pose. “You are my wife and mean the world to me.”

“Your wife,” Breanne gasped as her thoughts came hard. She felt like she was fighting against something clouding her ability to think. “Why is this happening?”

“Shhh,” Heather whispered. “Just relax and dance with me.”

Breanne nodded, and Heather took the lead, sweeping her into a dance as the musicians played a lovely tune. She fell into the practiced steps as the two stared into each other eyes, the tension obvious as Heather smiled. She felt a growing sense of excitement as the dance went on, and the two swept about the room. Ever since practicing for the wedding, Breanne had wanted to dance with Heather again. The two had a magical harmony that just seemed to work as they danced in an almost palpable sense of foreplay.

The song continued, and they danced until the world seemed to fade away. Breanne couldn't remember the last time she had felt so excited as she was spun around to return to Heather's arms.

“Heather, what is happening?” Breanne asked again as Heather smiled.

“I am taking my beautiful elf wife out dancing,” Heather replied, smiling wider. “I know you love to dance.”

“I do, but why?” Breanne asked. “I feel like there is something more going on here.”

“Oh, there is,” Heather replied, carrying her off in a spiraling dance. “I wanted to show you how much I love you and let you know I cared.”

“I know you love me,” Breanne replied in confusion.

“But have I expressed it the way I should?” Heather asked and rolled away until they were holding on by their fingertips. Then they rolled back together and resumed the steps as the dance played on. “I know you, like the others, have been giving me time and space to grow into the idea of having wives. Well, I am done growing, and I want you to know I am ready to show you the affection you deserve.”

“Am I dreaming?” Breanne asked as she heard the words she had longed to hear for so long.

“Ha, yes,” Heather laughed and playfully tossed her head. “Quinny said the same thing. But you should know that I am very real. Gisley has the power to influence dreams, and she has put me in yours.”

“Why?” Breanne asked as Heather pulled her close. Her answer came in the form of a kiss so full of love she began to tremble. They came to a halt as the kiss went on, the other dancers fading away until they stood alone in a pillar of light. When Breanne finally pulled away to breathe, she found herself in a new place. She was atop a towering castle spire, looking out over a breathtaking mountain range as the sun moved across the sky. In seconds the sky streaked red, and it set behind the distant peaks of snow and ice. She stood on that balcony looking at the breathtaking sight when something moved behind her.

A warm arm came around her waist, and she turned in time to meet lips like rose petals. Heather was on her in moments, her hands going around her waist as the two locked in another kiss. She laughed when Heather swept her up and held her in her arms, and only then did she see the room behind them. It was a cozy little snug with a fire burning in the hearth and a warm bed beside it. Wine and chocolates waited on a nearby table as Heather carried the woman through the doorway.

Breanne smiled as she was set down before the bed, and skillful hands began to pull at the lacing of her dress.

“Are you really you?” Breanne asked, still believing this was all a dream.

“I promise, when you wake up, I will smile and tell you I enjoyed our dance,” Heather replied.

She struggled not to cry as her dress came open, and her chest was freed from the corset. Heather's hands immediately wrapped around them, kneading firmly as Breanne trembled. She couldn't believe the power coming from Heather as every touch sent shivers down her spine. Heather stepped in, planting kisses across her neck and shoulders as she somehow freed her from the dress.

Breanne carefully walked back, stepping out of her dress so that only her panties remained. She had no idea when Heather had undressed, but the two were naked when they reached the bed. They fell into it together, their hands brushing hair aside as they returned to hungry kisses. Breanne couldn't get enough of those lips, and she cradled Heather's head as they danced with tongues. She moaned and twisted as warm hands returned to her breasts, teasing and kneading with the touch of a lover.

“This is everything I ever wanted,” Breanne cried when their lips parted.

“I am sorry you had to wait this long,” Heather replied. “But know this, from now on I am yours, and my love will never be held back. This is how we will make love from now on.”

“You mean that?” Breanne asked as she had dreamed of this kind of passion.

“I promise,” Heather replied and started kissing down her neck.

Breanne sighed and ran her fingers through that wonderful golden hair as Heather worked her way down. She cried out her love for Heather and all the others as the love making began. She couldn’t believe how wonderful her life was, and how amazing everything had turned out. They made love with an intense passion as the fire warmed their private room.

When the passion finally slowed and they fall into each others arms to rest Heather surprised her with a decision.

“I have decided to become a slave for real,” Heather said. “I already told Frank and Blackbast, and from now on, they will treat me like Roric treats Jaina.”

“Will you be working in the temple then?” Breanne asked just to tease her but Heather’s response made her raise a brow.

“If they tell me to,” Heather said with a shrug and leaned over to smile at Breanne. “I have to obey my masters, so I will work at the temple, dance at the inn, or do whatever they tell me. Maybe they will sell me to some rich king, and he will take me away.”

“Now I know this is a dream,” Breanne laughed and stroked the back of Heather’s head. “Nobody is selling you away from me, and we both know you won’t work in the temple. Frank would never share your love outside his bed, and I for one wont’ allow it.”

“Hmm, you know me too well,” Heather sighed. “But something about playing this game is so intoxicating. I keep trying to convince myself I would do it if Frank commanded it.”

“Which he won’t,” Breanne was quick to say.

“I know he won’t but just believing he might causes a kind of nervous tension,” Heather explained. “It feels so exciting to think that he has the authority to do that, and I would have to obey.”

“Would you?” Breanne asked.

“I don’t know,” Heather admitted with a blush. “But it’s fun to imagine I might.”

“Well, so long as it’s just in your imagination,” Breanne said before pecking her with a kiss.

“Don’t you feel anything from pretending to be a slave girl?” Heather asked.

“Sometimes,” Breanne admitted as she considered the lunch at the inn. “And I felt something that day as well.”

“Have you ever thought about trying to feel it again?” Heather asked.

“A few times,” Breanne admitted as her smile grew.

“So,” Heather began as she looked deep into Breanne’s eyes. “If your master came to you and said you were going to work in the temple and you had no say in the matter. How would you feel?”

“Are you trying to rile me up?” Breanne asked.

“Does imagining random encounters with strangers rile you up?” Heather asked with a smile.

She replied by pulling Heather down and into a kiss of heat and passion. The fire warmed their skin as they began to make love in earnest, both women savoring the love of the other.

“I love you, Breanne,” Heather gasped as her eyes closed and she began to moan. “I hope you forgive me.”

“What am I forgiving you for?” Breanne asked as she hovered on the verge of a release. She was taken aback when Heather admitted to having made love to Jaina in a dream, and in that same dream, she shared Frank with her. Heather explained how it was this dream that made her aware of how she needed to show her love, but she felt guilty for having done it.

“I have to admit I felt rather jealous of that kiss,” Breanne said with a smile. “You never kissed me like that until tonight.”

“I am sorry,” Heather cried as they continued to make love.

“Don't be sorry,” Breanne urged, then went silent as the moment came and she lost control. She and Heather shared the power of that intense moment then collapsed into each others arms.  Breanne scooped her up and held Heather to her chest as she recovered enough to finish her thought.

“Don't be sorry,” Breanne said softly, kissing her head. “I am glad you finally found your way and are ready to express your love. If it took Jaina to do that, then so be it. If you want to date her some more, you have my blessing, provided I get to date Evalynn.”

“You want to date Evalynn?” Heather asked between pants.

“She and I have a lot in common, and I find her very attractive,” Breanne replied.

“I thought you two looked awfully close,” Heather said with a smile.

“We shared a kiss of our own,” Breanne admitted.

“So you are starting to enjoy playing the role of a slave girl too?” Heather asked.

“I have been enjoying it since before your wedding,” Breanne replied. “I find a thrill in being seen as Frank's slave.”

“So do I,” Heather laughed and kissed her cheek. “Does that mean you will serve in the temple with me?”

“Well,” Breanne began as she smiled and rubbed Heather’s back. “I’d  have to obey my masters.”

Heather smiled and settled to her chest as Breanne wrapped her arms around the woman she treasured. The moment had finally come, and Heather embraced her love fully. Now, she looked forward to being a proper wife in their family.

Dream 3 --- Umtha

Umtha walked down a forested path, her long graceful legs easily crossing the ground as she made her way to the village. Her long dark green hair blew wild in a gentle breeze as she passed under the large rubber leaves of a tarwa tree. She was in her homeland, walking through one of the many valleys between the great purple mountains that crisscrossed the landscape. She was a true goblin, a woman of great pride and beauty, and this was her home.

She passed through the dense foliage, down a trail worn by years of travel. Ahead of her, she could see the stone structures of her people, arrayed around a central causeway that went to their grand temple. She passed beyond the wall of trees into the open fields where sumjac and calipalo grew to feed the goblins. Dozens of her people hurried about their busy lives, but happy as peace was all they had ever known.

The blue sun shown down on her green skin, warming her as she headed down the central lane. The buildings were made of a gray stone, polished by practiced hands to give it a smooth sheen. In places, they painted it white and used blue, green, and yellow to decorate. Surfaced were covered in faces of important figures from their past, but no face was greater than the one that adorned the great temple.

The building soared above all others, a huge structure with a flight of steps going to the very top where a temple of blue stone stood. It was called a ziggurat, but she knew it as the sky temple. It was dedicated to the goddess that protected her people, the serpent queen or the one who came from the sky. A statue of their beloved deity stood at the top of the flight of steps, made of a beautiful red stone. The goblins considered red to be her sacred color and used it sparingly about the village, preferring to keep it sacred in her honor.

Umtha approached the steps and began the long climb, each step carved with a different story from goblin history, so they could never be lost to time. It took many tiring minutes to climb the hundreds of steps, but she had made this journey often. Her eyes looked ahead to the red statue of her goddess as it slowly drew closer as if waiting for her arrival. She could see the long tail and neck intricately curled and curved around the slender reptilian body. The head had a long jaw like a snaplark and two gently curving horns beside eyes with dark slits for pupils.

Her legends say this woman descended from the sky eons ago and helped the goblins build this village and the mountains stronghold. She wanted nothing in return save for them to remember her as she was about to embark on a long journey. Her name was Hallah, a goblin word for beautiful, and every goblin woman dreamed of being a sex sacrifice to her. She was said to be wise, powerful, and above all loving, as she mothered the goblins until the time of her departure.

Umtha arrived at the top and took a moment to catch her breath before looking at the blue temple and its great doorway. To her surprise, there was somebody there, a woman with funny colored hair that looked more akin to sunlight. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were as blue as the sun that blessed the sky. The woman wore a simple white wrap at her waist and nothing at her top, leaving her ample chest bare. Umtha went to say something to his mysterious woman as something tickled in the back of her mind. It was a memory of love and warmth and something unexplained. But, before she could speak, the woman turned and went into the temple, vanishing from sight as Umtha felt a deep longing.

With careful steps, she approached the door, putting a hand on the smooth stone to peer inside. The temple was lit by golden bowls hung from chains giving the blue space a flickering of light. The altar and holy implements of her faith stood just inside, but at the very back was the pool of blessings. It was a rectangular space where rainwater was allowed to collect and was said to be the goddess's own tears.

Umtha watched as the woman shed her final wrap and stepped into the pool, her bare feet hardly disturbing the water as she waded in and slipped beneath the surface for a moment. Then, she came back up and swept her long golden hair back before finally turning to look Umtha's way. Her heart beat fiercely as the woman smiled at her and raised a long delicate arm to motion her in.

With trembling feet, she made her way closer while trying to puzzle out who this woman was. She wasn't a goblin or any of the sayteric races, but she was strikingly beautiful. Could this be Hallah returned from her long journey across the stars, calling Umtha to bathe in her pool of blessing? She swallowed as the woman watched her approach, and a name called out as if from memory.

“Hathlisora?” Umtha asked as the woman smiled and nodded.

“Umtha, my wife,” she said softly with a voice like a song from the stars. “I am sorry I neglected you for so long. Come, join me, and let me make love to you.”

Her mind was a storm of confused thoughts as she reached the pool's edge. The woman reached up a delicate hand to reveal a white dust sparkling inside it and blew. The dust flew over Umtha's body, and with a tingling sensation, her clothing melted away, turning into silver dust and flying on the wind to leave her bare before this woman.

She trembled as the stranger came to the edge, and her soft hands wrapped around Umtha's thighs. She rose up and took Umtha with her, carrying the goblin in her arms as she waded back into the depths of the pool.

Warm water washed over her skin as Umtha slowly sank beneath the dark surface, held aloft by the mysterious woman who claimed to be her wife. They settled in the pool, and Umtha turned her head to ask if she was dreaming, only to have her lips met by the strangers. She tasted the silky softness of those tender lips and felt the woman urgently pressing for more. Umtha was lost to a magnetic power that implored her not to resist. She opened her mouth and accepted that kiss, giving this goddess everything.

She had no idea how long that kiss went on for, and she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around the strange woman and accepted that this was happening. She felt the woman's arms curl around her back and begin to wander, caressing her wet body. She moaned into the kiss as her breasts were caressed with a touch only shown by a skillful lover.

She began to hunger for this woman who was so different yet so familiar. She felt as if she was walking in a dream, but the power of this moment was so real. She wanted this woman, wanted to belong to this woman, wished they could be bound in the ceremony of passion so they would never be apart. They made love in the pool, sharing of each other until Umtha was lost in their passion. She was only vaguely aware that Heather had moved and carried her from the pool. She was laid with great care on the alter of the temple, and offered up as a sacrifice of love and passion.

A thunderstom broke outside, and shook the temple as their love continued, the becoming one under the goddess of the goblins. It was the ancient way of binding two women together and as far as Umtha was concerned this mysterious woman was her lover forever. As the passion went on they eventually faded, their strength spent on each other. Only then was Umtha allowed to rest in the arms of her stranger, laying on the alter of their love.

Heather came awake but not in the bed where she slept. Instead, she was in a dark room lit only by a single ray of light, inside of which stood Blackbast with a pleased smile.

“That last dream was very brave of you,” Blackbast said as Heather remembered where she was and what she was doing.

“I didn’t do that,” Heather said. “Umtha was guiding the dream. That’s what she wanted to happen. I think I just married her the proper goblin way.”

“And you went along with it,” Blackbast replied. “How do you feel about all it?”

Heather took a moment to think about it and couldn't deny she was excited. All the dreams had been wonderful, but that one had been mind-blowing. She still trembled from the sheer power of being made a love sacrifice to a goblin goddess. Her nervous smile was all the answer Blackbast needed to know she had enjoyed it.

“I see,” Blackbast said and approached to take her hands. “You have done well, but your work is not yet done.”

“It isn’t?” Heaher asked nervously.

“No,” Blackbast smiled. “You have one more dream to have.”

“I do?” Heather asked as Blackbast nodded.

“Gisley has already prepared it, and Frank has approved. So come,” Blackbast urged and took her into the darkness. “It is time you learned what it means to be his slave.”