In times past, there was once a land of great magical power, a 
place of wonders and mystery, and above all, magic.  Heroes strode 
this land like gods, righting wrongs and slaying beasts of purest 
evil.  This land's name is lost in time, as is the land itself, but 
the heroes still live in our deepest dreams.  Here is a tale of two of 
them, and their last great adventure. I watched you practice, your 
muscles rippling beautifully as your bronze sword flashed in the hot 
sun.  A peerless warrior, your skills had always filled me with a deep 
lust, and today was no different.  Clad only in leather pants, your 
chest muscled and hard as stone, you were a god to my eyes. I never 
knew what you saw in me.  I was only a slender sorceress, with long 
red hair and brown eyes.  Not a muscled and bronzed warrior woman, but 
a pale caster of fiery spells, who's delicate hands had never touched 
a weapon.  They called me the Fire Sorceress, and you were know as 
Ice, the always calm warrior, who never lost his cool, and never made 
a mistake.  Together we were Fire and Ice, one of the more fearsome 
pair of heroes the land had known. Lost in reverie, I did not see you 
creeping forward, a cool smile on your lips, until it was too late.  
You grabbed me up, ignoring my yelp of surprise, and flung me to the 
ground, falling to press your weight against me. "Oooooof.  Big 
lummox." I muttered though with a grin. "Indeed, wench, and this 
lummox has captured the great Fire, and will now take his ransom in 
flesh."  you said with a laugh. And proceeded to do just that, your 
strong hands pulling away my robes, and caressing my warm flesh, 
stroking my small breasts, lips against mine, eyes locked, we made 
love.  Your length had known my depths so many times it was like we 
were part of the same person.  Your strokes were met by my hips each 
and every time, and we always came together, for we knew each other's 
bodies too well. The day passed into night as we lay intertwined, our 
bodies warming each other, waiting for the cool darkness that would 
signal us that it was time to walk the Moon Bridge yet again, to 
travel to lair of the necromancer L'Kraag, and defeat him once and for 
all.                  
 The first sign of the Bridge was the crystalline notes of icy cold 
music that seemed to come from within us.  The sky grew light with the 
lances of moonlight that struck all around us, growing more and more 
solid, and almost blindingly bright.  We were always struck by the 
unearthly beauty of this magical transport of the gods, no matter how 
often we saw it.  You took my hand, and we once again walked the 
bridge to adventure.                                                  
   And suddenly we were at the gates of the bone castle that marked 
the home of L'Kraag, the deadliest of the Necromancer Kings, the most 
evil of men, and the most powerful.  This night's work would mark the 
end of our adventures, for we had chosen to set aside our weapons and 
spells, and live a simpler life, have children, be a family.  The gods 
were not pleased, but we knew what we wanted, and that was that.  Or 
so we thought. The seriousness of this situation was brought home to 
me by the fact that you had hidden in your boot the blue crystal 
dagger called the Blade of Vengeance, an artifact of unsurpassed power 
that was said to have powers against even the gods themselves.  You 
must have feared they would not let us go so very easily, and were 
prepared for them to put in an appearance.  We made short work of 
L'Kraag's minions, simple vampires and ghouls were no match for our 
skill, and we barely worked up a sweat on his small army of skeletal 
warriors.  This was too easy, I knew, but the final battle was yet 
ahead, through the colossal doors that led to the Throne of Souls, a 
terrible device fashioned of the spirits of those slain by the 
necromancer.  WE enterd the room, prepared for the worst. L'Kraag 
stood before his throne, a corpse given hideous life, pale, rotted, 
the stench of him washed over us like a fog.  His arms were skeletal, 
only his will allowing the bones to adhere and work together.  His 
hand clutched a long staff made of human femurs.  He watched us with 
eyes made of nacrous green mist, and he smiled. I gesture and fire 
crossed the room, enveloping him, burning and incinerating his dead 
flesh.  Or so I'd hoped.  But when the flame died, he stood untouched, 
and laughing.  You strode forward, blade flashing, only to encounter 
an invisible wall that turned even your mightiest attacks. "You 
fools...did you think the gods would allow two heroes to be free of 
them?  They have given me the power to kill you, as all heroes must 
die.  You cannot be free to live quietly.  What legend would that 
make?  No, you shall fall gloriously before an invincible foe!  Me!!" 
he hissed, and raised his hands to draw a black energy from all around 
us. And I knew what must be.  Working faster than I ever had before, I 
wove a tapestry of power and flung it at you.  My spell struck you, 
unnoticed and returned to me.  When his bolt flashed true, straight 
for your heart, it suddenly turned and unerringly pierced my heart. I 
screamed as the icy cold energy invaded my body, killing all it 
touched, flowing through my blood, stopping my organs, and reaching my 
heart, shuitting it down.  You saw me jerk, agony washing over my 
features, fingers twisted into claws.  Then I stumbled back against a 
column, and slowly, slid to the ground, eyes staring, long hair 
falling across my body as my head slumped forward, and I breathed no 
more. Instantly you were by my side, pulling me to you, my lifeless 
corpse against your strong muscular body.  You knew it was too late.  
L'Kraag's spell had killed me almost instantly.  You gave an animal 
cry of utter despair, and held me to you, weeping. "Ah, how prosaic, 
the hero mourning for his fallen love.  Truly heroic, don't you agree.  
And such a legendary way for you to die, Ice." you heard L'Kraag hiss 
from behind you.  You heard him muttering the dark words of power, 
drawing the killing spell, and almost, almost, did you give in to 
despair. Then your hand clutched the blue dagger, and turning, you let 
it fly.  The enchanted knife cut through god-forged armour like paper, 
sinking deeply into his black heart.  His eyes went wide, and he 
gibbered and twitched, one hand clutching the blade.  He seemed afraid 
and almost comically puzzled, and you knew that he too was merely a 
tool of a greater evil, the cruel gods who played men like puppets in 
their celestial games.  Then his miscast spell exploded into him, and 
his flesh dissolved like cloth in an inferno.  Only the crystal blde 
remained, falling to the ground with a musical tink. Then you turned 
back to my lifeless form.  Brushing my hair from my face, you gazed 
into my staring eyes, drinking in the beauty that you so loved, one 
hand lifting to stroke my soft cheek.  You bent forward to brush my 
soft lips with yours, then layed me down on the cold floor. You gently 
opened my robe, revealing the pale skin of my belly and breasts.  
Slowly, you workied your hands over my body, carressing my breasts, 
fingers playing with my hard nipples.  You kiised my dead lips again, 
then down to my neck, sucking my warm flesh, then down to my breasts, 
licking and kissing my orbs, suckling on my nipples, while your hands 
parted my robe more, and brushed against my pussy, wet with my final 
juices. Your cock was hard as stone, and demanded attention with 
throbbinf insistency.  YOu spread my long legs, pausing to stroke my 
soft inner thighs, then slid your cock into my wet folds, sliding 
deeper into me, while you raised up to kiss my lips, feeling my hard 
nipples presed against your chest. Gently at first, but ever more 
swiftly you stroked my inner walls with your length, my loose folds 
wet and hot and open to you.  The pleasure was like a flood in you, 
almost supernatural with its intensity.  The pleasure had never been 
this intense before.  It was almost frightening, but exhilerating as 
well.  A terible power was building in you, a fire that demanded 
quenching, and at last you could hold back no more.  Rising up and 
shouting my name, you came furiously in me, splashing me with your hot 
seed, firing your load deep inside of me.  Spent at last, you 
collapsed on top of me, still inside of me, feeling my soft flesh 
against you, my hair tickling your nose.  Then you heard the laugh.  
You looked up to see, arrayed around the forms of the gods.  
Beautiful, terrible, dark, or brilliant, they were terrible to behold, 
these agents of ultimate power, these puppet master who had taken your 
only love.  "Well done, Ice, you are a hero of legend.  You have slain 
the evil, and lost your love.  Now you will rise above your pain, to 
serve us again until we choose to let you die.  A new hero, grimmer 
and darker shall rise from these ashes to challenge evil yet again.  
Come, Ice, and serve us."  the beings spoke with but a single voice, 
extending their hands as one.. But the power was upon you, and you did 
not feel their compulsion.  A terrible rage struck you, burning 
through the beauty of their words, and revealing a sickening truth.  
In an instant you saw past the veil of lies they wove about 
themselves, to see the heart of them, the pulsing blasphemy that 
powered them, the darkness within all men that gave life to these evil 
beings.  And you struck once more. The blue crystal blade flashed end 
over end, and struck with terrible finality into the black heart of 
the gods.  With a scream of both one voice and many, the gods clutched 
their chests, each struck to their heart, and as one, they fell.  As 
each struck the ground, they shattered like glass,and a wave of pure 
white energy weashed over you, filling you with a pure hope, the 
captured joy and worth of humanity freed by your act.  You wept with 
both sorrow and joy, feeling free at last. Then a soft hand touched 
your shoulder, and you turned to gaze into my confused brown eyes.  
Your eyes widened, and you gave a laugh of pure joy, and swept me into 
your arms. "What happened?" I murmured, weakly hugging you. "Ill 
explain later, my love, but for now, how about we start on those 
children" you said laughing. And we did.