cistern beneath the low circular ring was still glowing softly, casting enough light to gently illuminate the room. Everything seemed to be exactly as she had left it before she peered into the Pool of Desire.
The three skeletons were still there, the woman directly opposite her, the knight slumped against the wall, the man in the cloak face down, his skull loose and bones scattered. The dark shadows scuttling above reminded her that the spiders were ever-present. She gave a small shudder of disgust.
Sara looked down at what she was wearing. The chained, leather outfit had disappeared and she wore her now too-familiar white sundress and sandals with a small bloodstain on the right side where she had wiped her hand when she had cut it on the knight’s sword.
She sat there for a moment, bits of the dreams, or whatever they were, flitting through her mind. Her parents’ perfectly arranged bedroom next to hers, breaking up with John on the sidewalk next to the park, Arystan’s magnificent body flickering in the firelight, the look in his black eyes as his body hovered over hers ready to plunge into her, the sweet ache between her legs yearning for his power, his thrusts that never came.
She sighed and got slowly to her feet, noticing that her underwear was a bit damp. Well that wasn’t to be helped with a man like that, who she had almost had. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind. There was another hurdle to face. What had the misty being said? Oh, right. With unquenchable fire, comes unquenchable thirst . What exactly was that supposed to mean?
The mist had also told her that no one had ever made it out of the chamber even if they survived the Pools of Fear and Desire. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t tell her boyfriend of four years to piss off and then refuse the hottest cock she had ever seen to become a weaponless skeleton in a white dress lying forever underneath a canopy of creepy, eight-legged vermin. No way. Even it had all been a dream.
Sara walked slowly around the room, trying not to peer into the glowing well. She’d had enough for one lifetime of what it had to offer. She examined the floor, walls, and what she could see of the ceiling through the gray mass of webs. As far as she could tell, there were no windows, no holes, no chinks in the stone. The chamber was quiet, except that it did suddenly seem to be getting a bit warmer and brighter. Even in her sleeveless dress, Sara started to feel flushed and lifted the hair from her neck a bit to let her skin cool.
Without warning, a large black spider plopped from the ceiling and landed next to her.
She jumped back. Shit. The spider was as tall as her knees and she could probably wrap her arms around its body. It clucked its mandibles together, staring intently at her with its red eyes. Sara’s eyes scanned the room for something with which to defend herself. She could use a weapon from one of the skeletons but had an odd feeling that something might happen if she did that that would be worse than facing the arachnids.
She was backing up to where she had first awoken when her heel caught something where the floor met the wall. She looked behind her. It glinted. It was the short sword she had used to escape from the yurt. Her hand flew to her neck and she pulled the chain out from the bosom of her sundress, staring at the opal swinging from the two ends of the necklace.
So, she had brought something back with her from both dreams. The mist had said that she would have to face a final challenge. To escape from this chamber, you must use what you have acquired on your journeys through the pools . Sara had no idea whether facing a spider was the final challenge, but she thrust the ring back into her dress and grabbed the black handle of the blade. Right now, a sword, rather than jewelry, seemed to be the better choice with which to try.
There was another juicy plunk and a second spider landed across the room from her. The first
The three skeletons were still there, the woman directly opposite her, the knight slumped against the wall, the man in the cloak face down, his skull loose and bones scattered. The dark shadows scuttling above reminded her that the spiders were ever-present. She gave a small shudder of disgust.
Sara looked down at what she was wearing. The chained, leather outfit had disappeared and she wore her now too-familiar white sundress and sandals with a small bloodstain on the right side where she had wiped her hand when she had cut it on the knight’s sword.
She sat there for a moment, bits of the dreams, or whatever they were, flitting through her mind. Her parents’ perfectly arranged bedroom next to hers, breaking up with John on the sidewalk next to the park, Arystan’s magnificent body flickering in the firelight, the look in his black eyes as his body hovered over hers ready to plunge into her, the sweet ache between her legs yearning for his power, his thrusts that never came.
She sighed and got slowly to her feet, noticing that her underwear was a bit damp. Well that wasn’t to be helped with a man like that, who she had almost had. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind. There was another hurdle to face. What had the misty being said? Oh, right. With unquenchable fire, comes unquenchable thirst . What exactly was that supposed to mean?
The mist had also told her that no one had ever made it out of the chamber even if they survived the Pools of Fear and Desire. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t tell her boyfriend of four years to piss off and then refuse the hottest cock she had ever seen to become a weaponless skeleton in a white dress lying forever underneath a canopy of creepy, eight-legged vermin. No way. Even it had all been a dream.
Sara walked slowly around the room, trying not to peer into the glowing well. She’d had enough for one lifetime of what it had to offer. She examined the floor, walls, and what she could see of the ceiling through the gray mass of webs. As far as she could tell, there were no windows, no holes, no chinks in the stone. The chamber was quiet, except that it did suddenly seem to be getting a bit warmer and brighter. Even in her sleeveless dress, Sara started to feel flushed and lifted the hair from her neck a bit to let her skin cool.
Without warning, a large black spider plopped from the ceiling and landed next to her.
She jumped back. Shit. The spider was as tall as her knees and she could probably wrap her arms around its body. It clucked its mandibles together, staring intently at her with its red eyes. Sara’s eyes scanned the room for something with which to defend herself. She could use a weapon from one of the skeletons but had an odd feeling that something might happen if she did that that would be worse than facing the arachnids.
She was backing up to where she had first awoken when her heel caught something where the floor met the wall. She looked behind her. It glinted. It was the short sword she had used to escape from the yurt. Her hand flew to her neck and she pulled the chain out from the bosom of her sundress, staring at the opal swinging from the two ends of the necklace.
So, she had brought something back with her from both dreams. The mist had said that she would have to face a final challenge. To escape from this chamber, you must use what you have acquired on your journeys through the pools . Sara had no idea whether facing a spider was the final challenge, but she thrust the ring back into her dress and grabbed the black handle of the blade. Right now, a sword, rather than jewelry, seemed to be the better choice with which to try.
There was another juicy plunk and a second spider landed across the room from her. The first
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