Fire Angels

Chapter 24 Part 1 Life in the Great Cathedral

She awoke in a chamber hung with dark red silk. She could not remember anything - not who she was or why she lay there. She tried and tried to remember, but her thoughts kept whirling around and around like a whirlpool of stars, glittering, swirling and ultimately futile. They were like ice which seems to have a hard shape and yet at the touch of a warm hand dissolves to a drop of formless moisture.

A strange metal band circled her neck. She could not remember why it was there, but it bothered her and she tugged and tugged at it. Eventually she got out of bed to see it there was something to get it off with.

On one side was a huge mirror and on the tables before it were garments made of the softest, most beautiful fabrics in glowing reds and whites and blacks. Seeing them she forgot about the band. She touched the clothes just for the pleasure of it.

"They are yours, my Queen," said a voice. She looked up and sitting in the mirror just a few inches from her was a cheerful middle-aged woman in simple clothes. The woman looked plump and friendly and she nodded at her and said again, "They are yours. Why not try them on?"

Delighted by that thought, she seized the most beautiful, a red silken gown and tried to pull it on over her night gown. But the narrow sleeves would not go over her nightgown's sleeves so she pulled the nightgown off and put the red gown over her naked flesh. It smoothed over her skin in the most delicious way and it was firm around the waist, stiffened with something hard like whale bone. Since it fitted perfectly it felt delightful, but somehow the front was wrong for try as she might it would not come up over her breasts. The curve of the neckline which came up under her breasts was stiffened like a little ledge and seemed to be intended to push her breasts up and out. They were quite nice little breasts, round and even with pink nipples. But it would not do. She felt uncomfortably vulnerable with such sensitive parts of herself exposed. She went to undo the gown and as she did a man's voice said,

"Oh do not. You look so delightful."

Startled she looked up and saw that the apple cheeked lady had disappeared and in her place stood a man.

She whirled around to look behind her. He was not in the room with her - only in the mirror. How strange. She was not sure if it mattered that she could see her reflected self, standing half-naked in front of this interested man.

Then that thought disappeared, for she was suddenly struck by the fact that her breasts seemed bigger.

"Like them?" asked the man. He was slim and very handsome. And he was completely naked. She could not help noticing his well made body.

He strolled forward and stood beside her reflection. There was something in his eyes that made her cross her arms over her chest.

"No! No!" he admonished. He reached out and pulled her reflection's arms down to her sides. This had no effect on her real arms at all. But when he began to run his hands across the reflection's breasts, he did so with such sensuousness, she could almost feel his delightful touch.

Her reflection threw back its head with pleasure and sighed. She felt a little envious.

"You are a pretty woman," said the man. "But you could be a great beauty. Look!" As he stroked and smoothed them, the reflection's breasts grew even larger and firmer under his touch.

"And we could do this too!" He ran firm hands appreciatively down over the reflection's flanks and belly, stroking them again and again and slowly the reflection became taller. Her waist became tighter and her body became more shapely.

"See how beautiful you are now." He gently rubbed the reflections genitals through the silky dress. It responded with a moan and the man nibbled its cheek and neck.