Spectral Sword

     She is an uncanny beauty, smooth pale skin, long brown hair, an impossible figure with wide hips, fairly large breasts, and relatively thin waist. Her stomach is flat, her arms are toned, and she is wearing a see through white flowing gown as she enters the room. Adjacent the unseen bedroom from which this woman has emerged is a large rustic room of an old world feel. Wooden panel walls of a dark aged brown, the head of a deer mounted upon one, a large red couch, a stone fireplace with a large brown chair sitting before it and a fur rug from some unknown brown beast. Above the fireplace there is a mantle, and above the mantle is the only thing in this room where the woman’s pale green eyes are focused.

 

    It is a sword contained in an archaic sheath, by its very shape one can imagine a rather short yet broad blade of odd design, a broad sword in nature. Above the sheath upon the guard is a blue orb with a black slit like the eye of a cat, so too is another blue orb upon the base of the silvery grip. According to ancient legend passed down in the oral and written traditions of a thousand tribes this is the Spectral Sword, a sentient weapon of untold power, a treasure any adventurer would seek; however it will not unsheathe for anyone, or has not done so for nearly a thousand years. Instead playing the part of decoration observing hundreds of owners come and go.

 

  This night the woman of profound beauty stands before the sword, her skin revealed beneath her shimmering gown. She walks across the dark room, her beauty a glow against the drab colors, one leg before the other in perfect stance; her milky smooth thighs rubbing against each other. She reaches up and takes the sword from its hooks and holds it tight against her body. Her breasts pressed up against the sheath with one arm cradling the weight of the blade, the other ever so gently holding the top of the grip. She smiles warmly at the blade with a “mmmm” as she brings the grip to her soft lips. While rubbing the sheath down her bosom, its ridges exciting her erect nipples she flicks the tip of her tongue over each segment of the grip, playfully licking the indent and flicking the dome. Ever so slowly, one by one, until she reaches the top of the grip and the base of the sheath is just above her womanly warmth, practically steaming. She opens her mouth, placing each lip on either side of the blue orb at the base of the grip. She runs her tongue along the edges, moaning as she wets it. As she runs her lips over the orb, sucking over its smooth surface like a lollipop she feels the sheath loosen.

 

   She smoothly pulls the sheath down off the blade as she kisses and licks down the grip allowing the sheath to fall by her legs releasing the glowing spectral blade. She trails her soft moist lips down the grip, taking a moment to lick along the guard, taking its end between her lips and gently sucking on them, before continuing to raise it and running her lips down the glowing blade as she raises the warm metal along her breasts. In a flash the blade springs to life, slicing not flesh but cloth only stripping her bare. She smiles wickedly as the blade floats in the air and wraps her arms around it pressing it against her now fully exposed breasts and stomach. She turns her head to the side taking as much of the girth of the grip into her mouth as she can, tickling the ridges with her tongue as the floating blade gently pulls her towards the couch. The blade lying upon the couch like a sharp edged mirror she can see her own reflection in its shining surface. She hovers over it on hands and knees, excited by the sight. She reaches down and pinches her clit and inserts two fingers into her wanton pussy, dripping her sex upon the blade. It vibrates in anticipation. She slowly lowers herself over the mirrored surface finding that the blade will not cut what it does not wish to cut as she lowers her all too soft and tender flesh down, the tip of the blade resting below her soaking wet sex and her tits running along the warm steel as she continues her oral manipulations upon the grip, soaking it with her saliva by way of her talented tongue and inviting soft red lips. Not a spot left un-licked, un-kissed, un-tasted.

 

   As it vibrates beneath her most sensitive of parts she fears it losing control and cutting her. She can almost feel the blade’s disappointment as she stop and lifts it off the couch. She lies it on the fur rub sits at the grip end, legs open, knees bent, as she grips the handle and ever so slowly inserts it into her pussy, feeling every ridge as it spreads her wider than any man she has ever known. She pauses, having taken the entire grip into her body and shudders in pure pleasure as she slowly pulls it out. A *moan* and *gasp* escape her as she re-penetrates herself with the unearthly living metal, slowly yet not as slowly as the first time, then pulls it only halfway out and plunges it back in.

 

   As her breath grows heavy and her juices soak the blade she pulls her arms back in surprise as two blue veils erupt from below the guard and wrap around her waist. It slowly pulls its self with this veils deeper into her soaking pussy and twists about. She steadies herself with her hands on the soft fur rug as the sword positions its self, its spectral blade phasing into the floor to give its self a better angle. Her eyes shoot open wide as it thrusts into her warm and wet nether region.

 

  “Oh God”

 “Oh God”

“ Oh God”

  ….

  “Ooooh Gooowwwdd”

  “ooooh GAWWWD!”

  “AWWHHHH GOOOWWWDEESSSS!”

 

  The floor shakes as both woman and sword orgasm at the same time, she can feel the floor shake as the sword blasts a powerful beam into the basement, she grips the handle for fear of being torn through; despite the magic guard preventing this, she is lost in the moment of passion. Not even noticing they are being watched. As the woman shivers in post climatic bliss, the sword slowly exits her intimacy, her clinching pussy feeling each and every ridge as it withdraws. As her vision clears up from her orgasmic blur she notices the intruder; a second spectral sword floating in the air near the doorway. This one with pink jewel orbs instead of the blue like the first. The first sword floats up into the air upon exiting her wet pussy lips, its grip soaked in her love juices. Its cloth grips withdraw and vanish into the guard as it meets the second sword. The two float a short distance from each other and spin slowly as though sizing each other up. They turn at a slight angle and touch blades spinning slightly faster and bobbing in the air. The woman’s arms nearly flinch as the two swords scrape against each other suddenly sending sparks flying yet not chipping their ethereal steel. They flip and come back meeting their tips head on and slowly descending them till the two blades are at a V-shaped angle, their tips spark as they dance. Yes; this occurs to her, they are not fighting, the two swords are dancing or fucking as only swords can with one another as she watches. Confirmed as the sword extend their cloths, blue and pink which stroke up and down each other’s blades and wrap around each other’s cloth veils like intertwining snakes.

 

 

     She stands with a delicious smile spread across her face as she watches the two swords. She twists her finger in a (come hither) fashion to the pink sword. The two mystical blades cease their dance and the pink orbed one floats over to the voluptuous woman. As with the blue one before she caresses the blade against her erect nipples and tender flesh; all the while licking and kissing along the ridges in the grip. Lifting the blade up and glides her lips along the guard to where the blade meets the guard and flicks her tongue in the groove there. The blade shudders and glows pink and she focuses the attention of her mouth in this space and circles her fingers along the pink orb at the base of the hilt. Her fingers find a surprise as the orb shifts from gem to flesh and an erect nipple emerges. She licks her lips, sliding her tongue and bottom lip up the grip of the hilt and engulfs the boob like orb fully on her mouth, sucking as she tickles the nipple with her tongue. Before long she is rewarded with a squirt of what she assumes is some sort of mystical milk from the magical tit on the hilt of a spectral sword.

 

   As she continues to suckle the surprising find, the sword stretches forth its veils which glide over the woman’s own tits and caresses her ever so softly. The other sword however swings around behind the woman and wraps its blue veils around her waist and positions its hilt against her anus, it vibrates as it slides its pussy juice lubricated hilt into her forbidden hole, the vibrations actually loosening her up enjoying the ridges. The pink orbed sword wraps its own veils around her waist, around those of the blue sword like some mystical silken corset. It pulls away from her mouth and lowers its self, aiming its hilt against her pussy. Like the blue one before it pulls its self into her womanhood and slowly pushes in and pulls out, the two swords are alternating their double penetration. She *gasps* as her legs become weak beneath her. She forces herself to slowly lie down on the fur rug. Her knees bent as she lies back and the two swords double penetrating her. She can hear the blades scrapping each other as they alternate and then match each other in rhythm.

 

   She grips the fur of the rug as her breathing deepens, her vision blurs in pure bliss as her juices stain the rug. She bites her lip trying not to scream out as before, but to no avail.

 

   “GOOOWWWDDEESSSSS YEEESSSSSS!”

 

   Her voice echoes across the halls of the ancient mansion, sending many a spook and critter seeking shelter as her voice and twin light, one blue and one pink blast through the halls.

 

   ******

 

   A few hours later, and a few blasts of light and womanly screams of pleasure later, the woman dressed in silver barely there Glamazon armor with a pointless clear silken veil over her armored crotch that reaches the top of her knee high, high heeled silver boots, holding two swords in each hand, the blue orbed in her right, and the pink orbed in her left; with twin scabbards magically held to her hips as there is nothing really for them to be held onto. This day the warrior woman Arisia has gained not one, but both the Spectral Swords of the Vamdora Mansion as her own; and as lovers to boot.