Archive-name: Working/ianawana.txt
Archive-author: Edward Stauff
Archive-title: 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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