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Date: 7 Jan 91 05:10:25 GMT

                            Iana and Wana


     After a lengthy and not altogether boring apprenticeship, I chose
to travel the Great Route, as most of you did when first you could
stand and answer to the name "minstrel", in order to see something of
what the world had to offer for such a talented young man as myself.
I had travelled this route from Padya to Sintiria to Amia to Militilva
and back to Padya again for some two years (or was it perhaps three?)
before settling down, for as long as my interest might last, in the
highlands of southern Tierma, running messages and gossip up and down
the foothills of the Zannick Mountains.  I had been there not three
months before word came to my ears (ever attuned are they to such
news) of a certain young nymph who lived near Sil, and what I heard
was more than enough to thoroughly whet my appetite for some firsthand
knowledge.

     The next time I passed through Sil, after a period of waiting
which narrowly escaped exceeding the limits of my patience, I
discovered, with very little difficulty, where I could find the maid
for whom I sought.  She lived in a little inn built of stone, halfway
up a hill to the west of Sil, which was kept by her father, her
sister, and herself.  When first my eyes bathed in her vision (ah,
with what cruelness that moment ended!), I resolved to spend the night
there, and not without companionship, if her young heart, or at least
her passion, could be swayed.

     Her name was Iana.  Her sister's name was Wana, and they were
twins, but not, I regretted most painfully, of even remotely equal
beauty.  Their feet, which they wore naked in the warmer seasons,
seemed never to have known shoes; to cramp such lovely, graceful feet
in clogs or boots would have seemed a sacrilege.  Their legs were
slender and well muscled and, like their feet, slightly browned by the
sun.  When presented with a view of their backs, I could perceive,
beneath each skirt, generous swells that suggested pumpkins.  When
they turned about, my eyes wandered among four small mountain peaks
which I longed to climb and explore.  But above their shoulders, fate
had dealt its cards most unfairly.  Iana's face was pretty, although
not extraordinarily so, with small ears, brown eyes which sparkled
when the light struck them, and light brown hair that hung, as
straight as water falls, down to her shoulders.  But Wana's face was
ugly, with large, misshapen ears, grey lifeless eyes that seemed to
have been filled with mud from a river bank, and thin, stringy hair
cut in a mockery of her sister's. I must confess that I might have
passed the night with Wana, out of compassion for the unfortunate
maiden (for surely, I thought, she must be a maiden), were it not for
the availability of far more comely game.

     To cut straight to the heart of the situation, and spare you the
lengthy conversation with which I swayed the fair Iana to my will, she
agreed to receive me in her room when the moon had set.  Ah, the
impatience with which I watched that fat crescent descend behind the
hills!  When there was but a sliver left to view, it seemed to hang
their for hours, mocking me, before the last silvery tip disappeared.
At last I made my way to the door beyond which lay the subject of my
desire.  As I pushed it open slowly, the light from my candle cast an
ever-widening wedge of light on the foot-smoothed wooden floor, an
arrow which pierced the shadows and pointed the way to my delight.  As
it touched the foot of the bed, before it could illuminate what lay
therein, she called in a whisper, "Put out the candle, and come to
me."  Hesitating nary an instant, I did as she bade me, closing the
heavy oaken door behind me.  There was a window next to the bed, but
with the moon gone the stars cast only enough light to reveal the dark
shadows of the bed and something moving upon it.  Letting my robe flow
silently off my back onto the floor, I felt my way beneath the heavy
blanket which shielded Iana's body from the evening's chill.

     When her naked body pressed against mine, her skin felt like the
smoothest silk compared with the coarseness of the blanket.  Her hot
breath tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own.  My tongue bathed
her lips, then ran along her teeth, then slipped between them to find
her tongue which, far from being reticent, fought gently with mine,
now forcing its way into my mouth, now withdrawing.  My hand, while
this oral battle was being waged which could only end with both of us
the victor, had run its course from her shoulder down to her breast, a
swell of flesh so soft and yielding that it felt almost liquid, then
on to her hip and down her leg to her slightly bent knee, then up the
inside of the same leg, proceeding ever more slowly.  As I felt the
warmth from the junction of her thighs waft against my hand, her leg
retreated from my fingers, widening the path to the capital of her
passion.  At last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I moved
my palm onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she
drew.  My longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill
split apart to admit it.  Her heated burrow hungrily accepted my
finger and bathed it with a sticky balm; she sighed against my teeth
as her arms reached out to pull me on top of her.  Rather than deny a
lady's request, albeit unspoken, I withdrew my hand and replaced it
with my own loins.  Her hand moved down to grasp my chief contribution
to our mutual pleasure, and stroked the throbbing shaft for a few
precious moments before guiding it to the humid cave which my fingers
had so recently and so reluctantly abandoned.

     So wet was she, and so yielding, that I nearly buried myself
altogether on the first stroke, and then did so completely on the
second.  Iana let a moan escape her lips, and I must confess that I
returned in kind.  Her cavern was rather loose around me (and I must
tell you in all candor, if not modesty, that I am not undersized in
that respect), but on the third sweet thrust her nether mouth closed
tightly about me, and had it teeth, I swear she would have made a
eunuch of me!  I cannot adequately describe the ecstasy I shared with
her that night, her sheath grasping now so delicately that we seemed
barely to touch, now so tight that I even reached down with my hand to
prove to myself that it was indeed the larger of her two crevices into
which I bore.  I caused her to expire twice before I could put off my
own crisis no longer.  When she felt the end approaching, she pushed
urgently on my shoulders and whispered, "Here love, in my mouth."
With much reluctance, and more than a little frustration, I withdrew,
upon which she pushed me upright with a strength that surprised me
and, like a striking snake, snapped her head down and swallowed my
enraged organ before the first drop could be lost.  I thrust my hips
against her head, unable to control my orgasm, ignoring in my lust the
danger of choking the poor girl.  But she gulped it all down, right to
the roots, her tongue stroking the entire length of it, and she
gripped my buttocks fiercely as I pumped my milk down her throat.
Then slowly, a finger's breadth at a time, she drew her head away,
coaxing out the last drops that remained.  My flesh passed her lips at
last with a faint pop and she lay back, pulling me down atop her
panting chest.  Before I grew limp I slid back into the softness of
her womanhood, and there I fell asleep as her inner hand squeezed and
released, squeezed and released.

     When I awoke, Iana was gone.  Disappointed at not finding her
beside me, and at not having a second chance to make love with her, I
arose and dressed, and then went to find her.  But alas, the wind of
fate turned ill, for she and her sister had left at dawn to attend to
some business of their father's in Sil, and I left without bidding
Iana farewell.  That would be the end of my tale, had I not met up
with another minstrel who left the inn at the same time as I.  His
path paralleled mine for a while, and we exchanged stories of our
entertainments of the previous night.  By chance I told my tale first,
the one which I have just related to you.  More than once my fellow
traveller seemed as if he would interrupt me, and his face wrinkled
first in confusion and later in amusement, but never spoke until I had
finished my tale and he commenced his own.  Now, my friends, imagine,
if you can, my consternation upon hearing that my companion, too, had
kept a rendezvous with Iana that same night, right at moonset.
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