Date: Mon, 29 Jan 2018 10:46:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bear V. <vikingcub69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bear Meinhard in Barovia 2

This story is based on my adventures playing "Ravenloft" while a teenager.
It allowed me to explore my own bisexual nature in a nonjudgement
scenario. I am thankful to the authors of Ravenloft and the DnD game for
giving me a safe place to explore.

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I could hear the beasts in the forest and the fog herding me towards town.
The beast would cross from one side of the road to the other using the fog
to cover it's movements.  It had killed my horse, but so far had made no
attempt to do anything more than pace along side me.  I had my whip at the
ready.  I was betting that if made any attempt to go into the mists or
forests that it would attack.  I stayed to the center of the road.

The mists made the journey seem forever.  My body would adjust to the
stress of the beast tracking me and I'd forget about it being there.  Then
I'd hear it again in the bushes.  My heart would began to beat a bit
faster.  My knuckles would tighten on the handle of my whip, Wasp's Caress.
I'd scan the fog looking for any sign of the creature.  I'd begin to
believe my mind was playing tricks on me then remember that something had
killed my horse.  I could see in my head the jagged rips of flesh from
claws.  The missing gaps where bites of flesh had been taken.

I forced myself to think of other things.  My youth.  I had been blessed at
the temple of Shelyn, the Goddess of Beauty and Love.  The temple was known
for producing artists, craftsmen and musicians.  The gardens were designed
for romantic walks, holdings hands, lingering glances.  Romantic love.  The
Goddess Shelyn's blessing took the form of physical beauty and grace in me.

Many years ago, my family bloodline had mixed with that of a serpentine
race.  While my physical body itself looked and appeared like that of any
human, I had inherrited some of my ancient ancestor's more exotic features.

Along my hip and lower back was a fine layer of scales that gleamed like
small pearls in the light.  I had a serpent's tongue, long, thick and
forked.  I had a small pair of fangs and diluted poison that could be
applied to my lips or used with a lover's bite.  It wouldn't cause people
to die, but it did cause them to go to sleep if their body wasn't able to
shake the poison off.  I could also catch people's attention like a snake
with prey and hold them, or have them do my bidding.

At puberty, my voice dropped to a rich baritone that rumbled from my chest.
As I matured, my body grew in muscles mass and my beard came in full and
thick. My chest was furry with a treasure trail leading down across my
tight abdomen.  My cock and balls were above average size and my ass was
round shaped in two perfect globes.  Instead of being lumbering and clumsy
like many of the other muscular men, the serpentine blood gave me grace.  I
was limber, flexible and I loved acrobatics and dance. It made me a very
attractive and exotic creature.

I was to be trained at the temple as a bard.  I would have been sent to
various courts to play and perform at the various ceremonies honoring the
Goddess of Beauty, Art and Romantic Love.  I would have had a very
comfortable life.  It changed when I was slipped some oil of taget and
spirited away aboard a slaver ship into the Shackles.

I was fortunate that the ship was attacked by pirates. I was careful to
disguise my "exotic" nature and focused on looking human.  I joined the
pirate crew and worked my way back to land.  The pirates having been at see
for several months were excited to get some decent food, some good ale, and
some wenches.  The best wenches in the entire Shackles belonged to the
House of Silken Veils, a temple of Calistria.

Calistria is the Goddess of Lust, Trickery and Vengeance.  Being a
priestess of the Goddess of Lust meant that sex was part of your trade.
Instead of looking longingly at the ladies that served the Goddess of
Shelyn, these gals wanted you to actually touch.  I touched.  I learned.  I
changed alleigence and became a devout follower of Calistria.

I learned from the House of Silken Veils that although they sold their
bodies, the real trade was in secrets. Whispers in the dark from various
lovers and paramours.  Lust was but part of the reason they worshipped her.
Her priests were trained in the arts of theft, stealth, sleight of hand,
espionage.  They were lovers and consorts of political and powerful men and
women.  I loved the training in all its various forms.

When I was ready, the priests gave me Wasp's Caress, a copy of the favored
weapon of the Goddess herself.  The hilt had a holy symbol of Calistria and
a small golden wasp that could be removed and with the Goddess' blessing
turn into an actual giant wasp to serve you and then return to it's form
and reattach to the whip.  They also took my real name away from me and
gave me the name of Bear Meinhard and was cautioned to keep my real name
hidden as it was the greatest secret and with it people could use it have
power over me.

A smile played along my lips as I thought back to the days were I learned
to make love to a woman. I spent many hours learning my trade.  Eventually,
I learned to please men as well as women.  As a priest of Calistria, I
never turned down a lover ... secrets can be shared between a maid, a bar
wench, a stable boy and a noble aristocrat.  You never know what juicy
tidbit you'll find from whom.

Still if I was looking instead of being looked at, I prefered my women with
curves.  I liked them to be healthy, big chests, broad birthing hips, a bit
of an ass.  My taste in men varied a bit more, if I was going to be riding
their ass, I liked them smaller than me.  I liked their assess full and a
bit submissive.  If I was being ridden, I wanted them muscular, hairy and
strong.  If they couldn't dominate me in bed, then I'd dominate them...and
I cheated with a bit of serpentine fascination.

I had forgotten about the beast following lost in my own reveirre.  The
town began to slowly appear out of the mists, building by building.  I
heard a growl behind me.  I turned slowly, whip at hand.  Standing in the
road was a wolf.  The wolf stood as large as a pony, glowing red eyes and
thick shaggy black fur.  I continued to slowly back towards the village.
The wolf made no move to attack, but watched as if making sure I didn't
change my mind and leave.

The mists blanketed the village, smothering the streets and marroning the
buildings, forming an archipelago of crumbling masonry in a gray, hopeless
sea.  At the village's lonely edge, most of the structures were abandoned,
burnt-out hulkds.  Charcoal was thick on the air, but that choking odor
couldn't overpower the underlying, sickly sweet smell of carrion and
spoilage.  Claw marks raked some of the vacant homes, ominous not merely
because of their presence, but because of the five fingered handlike shape
they suggested.

As if satisfied I was nearly there, the wolf slowly turned and made its way
back into the fog and I noticed two other shapes slink away from either
side of the road.  I turned and hurried toward the town.  The muddy ground
underfoot gave way to slick, wet cobblestones.  A dilapidated wood sign
read, "Welcome to the Village of Barovia."

As I neared the buildings resolved into tenements whose windows were
boarded up, broken and lightless. The building that had survived the fire
and attacks had the windows shuttered and planked.  Peaking into a broken
window, I saw the doors remained barricaded with tables, broken carts and
smashed furnishings.

Nothing moved nearby, though the fog limited visibility.  I closed my eyes
and listened trying to hear any signs of life.  Faint sounds, as of
something groaning, echoed hollowly from deeper within the settlement.  I
moved slowly trying to follow the sounds when I heard a woman's screams.  I
ran towards the screams.

The streets are choked with mists, limiting vision to only a few dozen
feet.  Garbage littered the ground, and a carrion stench assualted my nose.
Ahead of me, an overturned haycart blocked the street in front of a
darkened two story building.  People were attempting to break down the door
of the two story building, and the screams were coming from inside.

I moved forward trying to see better and they people turned toward me.
Their eyes were lifeless.  They moved in slow, jerky motions and I realized
that these townfolk were mindless zombies.  Something had brought them back
to life.  From under the haycart, two gore-streaked four footed animals
emerged.  They looked like a cross between an oversized rat and a wolf.
Their jaws were extraordinary for their size and their eyes glittered with
rabid fury.  Finally, clambering over the cart was a skeletally thin
corpse.  Its cadaverous eyes sizzled with cursed power and deadly spells
danced on its fingertips.  It looked at me and I would have sworn it
grinned.

The rat, err wolf, creature things rushed at me.  My whip crackled with
holy energy as it lashed out at the creatures.  It caught one across the
back and the creature went down.  The other kept coming and attempted to
bite at my leg.  I dodged the attack and brought my whip back lashing it
soundly with a loud crack.  Holy power once again flashed as the blessed
object came into contact with the undead creature and it stopped moving.  I
prayed softly to the Goddess Calistria in thanks that her priests gave me
such a practical holy item as a gift.

The zombies shuffled forward in their mindless attempt to grasp living
flesh.  They did not move nearly as quickly and gave me a chance to move a
bit further away.  A magical bolt of force flew from the skeletally thin
creature atop the haycart and slammed into my chest knocking me back
further away from the zombies.  I swore softly and smiled.  Calistria was
the Goddess of Vengence, and this creature had just drawn mine.

I could feel the Goddess hand upon me and her blessing.  I pulled the wasp
from the handle of my whip and threw it into the air.  It grew in size to
that of a giant wasp and flew towards the haycart to engage the creature in
combat.  I focused on the zombies.  My whip had reach and I could easily
lash into the throng of them, the holy energy of the whip sizzling and
crackling as it landed upon the creatures.  I would move after each attack,
staying ahead of them.  They were slow and could move towards me, but not
reach me to grasp and rend my flesh before my whip would land upon them.

When the last zombie fell, I turned towards the creature.  It had some
semblence of intelligence still.  As the numbers of creatures fell under my
assault, and the wasp kept hounding it.  The creature slid down the cart in
the opposite direction and fled.  The wasp itself circled around the area
as if guarding the place.  I paused to look at the fallen corpses.  They
still wore the clothing they had worn in life.  One of them wore an
executioner's hood.

It seemed rather out of place.  I reached out to touch it and examine it
further.  As my hand made contact, I saw the last moments of the
executioner's life.  He picked up a large axe, looked at the man before him
and swung the axe expertly down chopping the head from the body in one
swift stroke.  Then the body began to jerk and move.  Death throws, but the
body got up and moved to strangle him.  The executioner swung his axe, but
the body kept coming.  It seized his throat and he began to strangle.  I
could feel the headless corpse's hands about my own throat and I struggled
to breathe as the executioner stopped breathing.  I fell to my knees and
the movement caused my hand to move away from the hood.  I stayed there
gasping, catching my breath.

When I had recovered, I made my way to the door.  I knocked.  "Hello, in
there! Are you okay?"

There was no sound.  I knocked again.  "Hello! Is everything okay in
there?"  I hollered again.  I heard furniture moving and then the door
opened an inch and pale green eye and a whisp of blonde hair peeked out
before opening the door slightly.

"Are they gone?"  The voice was soft, breathy.

"For the moment.  Are you all okay?"  I asked.  "I was under the impression
the town was beset by wolves not zombies."

"The zombies are new."  She blushed softly and I instinctively followed up
by giving her my practiced smile.

"I see.  Are you alone?"

"My mother is here with me.  We were all supposed to go to the center of
town, but night fell before we were ready to leave and we were stranded
here.  We hid upstairs from the werewolves last night, and were going to
try to go today, but when we opened the doors...the dead were there."

"Gather your things and your mother, and I'll glady take you to the center
of town."  I had no idea where the center of town was, but figured they
would know how to get there and I'd try to keep them alive while we went.
Besides, she said other townsfolk were already gathered there.  Maybe
someone would know something.

"Thank you very much!" She sighed with relieaf.  She closed the door and I
could hear her calling for her mother.  In a few moments, the door opened
and she stepped out.  Her dress was rather elegant for a small village and
her mother was equally well dressed.  A small garnet necklace hung about
her neck and her shoes were not appropriate to wet cobblestones.

"Normally, we'd have a carriage." She started, but then blushed and lifted
the hem of her gown and both of them stepped lively down the road.  I
followed with my eyes alert and listening for the sounds of the living and
the dead alike.  She ran a constant stream of chatter.  Her name was
Gertruda and her mother was called Mary.  Her father had been a minor
nobleman before he passed away.  They were excited to rejoin the rest of
the town and were so glad that someone had come for them.  She asked my
name, and I told her.

The center of the town was barricaded.  It took some persuasion to have the
villagers open the barricade and let us in, but Mary and Gertruda were one
of their own and the two women eventually persuaded the townsfolk to let
them in.  A human woman with shining half-plate mail and an emblazoned holy
symbol upon it called orders out and the barricade was resealed.  I would
have liked to know more about the paladin, but Gertruda kept tugging me
towards what appeared to be an inn.

A mutter of voices, a clatter of dishware and the squeal of a poorly played
wind instrument issued from the rambling building.  A sign hung
precariously askew that read "Blood on the Vine Tavern."  As we got closer,
it looked as if the sign had originally read "Blood OF the Vine Tavern" but
someone had scratched an "N" over the "F".

As the two ladies entered the establishment, they both visably relaxed.  I
surveyed my surroundings.  The structure had once been finely appointed,
but it seemed to have suffered over the years.  There was several families
in the inn and another twenty that I couldn't place with a family in
various guestrooms, spare closets, the cellar and even hallways.

There were a couple of people that drew my attention.  The barkeep, a minor
lord that was seated in a corner drinking wine, and three Vistani.  The
courier that had delivered my letter was a Vistani, and I wondered if he
came from here.  Before I could move to question or find out more about
them, I felt a hand upon my arm.  Looking down, I saw Gertruda.

She blushed softly and asked if she could have a moment of my time and
perhaps aid.  I nodded softly and she lead me towards a secluded corner.
"I have another problem.  My father was a minor nobility and we have a bit
of land, but our resources are land.  My mother and I have almost no money.
Would you be able to help us out once more and maybe be persuaded to buy us
a dinner or lodging?  I would be very grateful."

I looked at her and my eyes slowly roamed over her body and I grinned.  "Of
course.  Join me for dinner as my guest."  I moved to the barkeep and
ordered dinner for the three of us and with a few extra coins secured the
innkeeps personal quarters for our lodging.  The innkeep agreeing to sleep
in the common room.

The food was filling if not great.  It was some type of game meat and
vegetables.  No bread.  The beer though was cold and quenched my parched
throat.  Neither of the ladies drank "beer" but I encouraged them and
Gertruda eventually drank a tankard.  Mary did not, but sipped water.  A
second tankard brought a blush to Gertruda's cheeks.  By the time she was
at the bottom of the second tankard, she was giggling and her mother was
kicking her beneath the table.

I excused myself and suggested that Gertruda should probably lie down and
rest.  Sleep off some of her alcohol.  Her mother agreed.  The innkeep
started to lead us to his rooms when Mary caught someone playing cards.
Calistria was the Goddess of Lust and lust didn't apply to just sex.  I
didn't need a magic spell to tell that Mary wanted to play cards and she
wanted to play for money.  She liked to gamble.  No wonder the ladies had
very little money.  I was guessing that Mary was not a very good gambler.

I grinned and handed Mary a small pouch of coins and encouraged to indulge
her vice.  "Our secret." I winked at her.  Mary blushed but her hand
greedily clutched the small purse and she left quickly to join the card
game.  This left me alone with a very beautiful young lady who had consumed
way to much alcohol.

I led Gertruda to the innkeeps quarters and closed the door behind us.  I
moved to open the window and let in some fresh air.  I turned and looked at
Gertruda.  She blushed softly and I pulled her to me.  I kissed her
hungrily.  She pushed against me at first, but I could sense her desire and
the alcohol helped weaken her will and she soon gave in and kissed me back.

I sucked at her lower lip and caught it with my teeth and let it go with a
soft moan.  She opened her mouth and when she did, I thrust my tongue
inside.  I let my tongue explore her mouth, sliding my forked tongue over
hers.  My tongue was slick and sensitive and I could feel her tongue raspy
against mine.

I let my hands slide around her, pulling her close to me, and ground my
erect shaft into her lower body.  She gasped and attempted to push away but
I let her eyes catch mine.  I let my desire fill my eyes and her resistance
melted away.  I used my eyes, my body and my magic to fascinate her and
entrance her.  When I lifted her and carried her to the bed, she didn't
attempt to pull away at all but nestled her head against my chest.  I
climbed into bed with her and kissed down her neck and lowered her dress to
free her breasts.

Her breasts were small and perky.  A handful or mouth full.  I flicked my
tongue gently across them and they hardened.  I sucked greedily and kneaded
the other with my left hand.  With my right hand, I slowly worked her
skirts up about her waist.  I moved over her pinning her softly with my
weight.  I didn't know how much time I would have with her before someone
came to check on us.  I lowered my pants to my knees and kissed her lips
once more as I slid between her legs.  She was wet with desire and I used
my right hand to guide my massive cock to her opening.  I stared into her
eyes and held her with my own as I slid gently into her.  I felt resistance
and I grinned knowing that I was her first.  I bent down and kissed her
lips as I withdrew slightly and then drove deep into her, taking her
virginity and pressing deep past her hymen.  She bucked beneath me, and
moaned softly as I sheathed my swollen member deep into her body.

I didn't wait for her to adjust to me but began to fuck with a need to
release my seed.  I pulled out and slammed deep into her, pausing to grind
a moment trying to get as deep as possible before withdrawing and doing it
again.  I loved the feel of her velvety warmth on my cock as I fucked
her. She was tight and warm.  Her juices coating my member allowing me to
easily glide in and out as my hips pistoned steadily pumping her full of my
cock.

My balls were churning.  My cock was throbbing.  Taking this girls
virginity while her mother was in the next room playing cards gave me a
huge ego boost.  The power trip and fuck itself was nearly enough for my
balls to explode, but I wanted my seed deep inside her when I came.  I
groaned and drove myself deep, hilting myself in her as my cock throbbed
and ropes of seed began to flow into her.

I bit by lower lip to keep from making a sound while I climaxed inside her.
I waited but a moment and then pulled myself out of her once virginal
tunnel of love.  I opened her mouth by pulling on her chin with my thumb
and forefinger and shoved my softening cock inside, letting her clean me
up.

I pulled away and leaned down once more, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
I used my own tongue to push hers up and let it graze my small fangs.  I
let the poison flow along her tongue and then back into her mouth.  I
pulled away.

I took a deep breath, lowered my shields and let my magic flow out away
from me to engulf her.  My magic was not the flashy magics of wizards
casting balls of fire, lightning bolts but a subtler magic although just as
deadly.  I pushed my magic into Gertruda's mind.  I modified her memory.  I
changed small bits of the nights events.  I couldn't change everything, I
wasn't that powerful yet.  But I led her to believe that she had way too
much to drink and passed out where she had powerful, realistic dreams of
having sex with me.

I planted the thought deep within her that she wanted to have sex with me
often, that she lusted after me.  That the sight or thought of me would
make her flush with desire and that my touch alone could drive her to
orgasm.  I would have planted more thoughts in her poisoned, addled brain
but the poison took over and she fell asleep.

Between the poison and the alcohol, she would have one hell of a hangover
in the morning.  I adjusted her clothing, tucking her into bed.  I moved to
the washbasin, washed.  I then pulled my britches up and adjusted my
clothing and sauntered back into the main common room as if nothing had
transpired.  Mary was doing well with the cards and had nearly doubled her
money.  She nodded to me and grinned pointing to her winnings.  I nodded
back and gave her a smile of encouragement.

I ordered me an ale and took a long drink, sighing contently.  Barovia just
became a much more welcoming place.  I was feeling pleased with myself when
the noble I had noted drinking wine approached me.

"I know everyone within a days ride of this town.  You're not from here.
What brings you to this accursed place?"

I looked him up and down taking in his attire and demeanor.  His clothing
while that of a noble of some estate, was old and worn.  He had a wine
stain upon his vest.  Still, if he knew everyone within a days ride, he
might know information that could prove to be useful.

"I received a letter from the Burgomeister Indirovich asking for aid."

"That's impossible.  I am Ismark the Lesser.  My father is---was---Kolyan
Indirovich, the burgomeisterof Barovia.  But the burgomeister is dead!  His
body lies these ten days and more in the mansion.  My sister remains with
him barricaded there against the zombies."

"I don't understand."  I pulled the letter from my pocket and gave it to
him.

He looked the letter over, and then said in a soft voice.  "This is not my
father's writing."

I looked at him and grinned softly.  "You wouldn't want to tell me what's
going on here, would you?"  I pushed him with my magic.  I pushed the idea
that perhaps I could help if he would just confide in me deep into his
brain.  I then let the magic slowly work it's way out.

He paused and blinked at me.  I offered him a seat beside me and signaled
the barkeep to bring him another glass of wine.  I loved the effect of my
magic and alcohol working together.  He took a drink of the wine, set it
down and leaned in and began to whisper as if not wanting to be overheard.

"A few months ago, he who rules the castle—that devil Strahd—tried to
pay us a visit.  I don't know why.  However, my father bravely stood up to
him, using the Holy Symbol of Ravenkind.  The Holy Symbol is a powerful
amulet that hurt Strahd.  But one morning, we woke up to find our father
dead from poison.  After that, the power of the amulet wouldn't work for me
or my sister, Ireena.  Then the werewolf attacks began.

The priest's son Doru tried to protect the village.  He was looking for
tracks along the Old Svalich Road when he was set upon by brigands.  They
slew him.  Danovich, the old priest, used to ward the church and village.
His vigil lapsed when his son was slain.  No one knows what became of
Danovich, but after he stopped warding the village, the zombies began to
walk.

Anyone slain or bit by the zombies becomes a zombie.  They didn't get my
father though.  He was already dead, thank the gods.  A group of undead
hunters went to investigate the church a few days ago, but we haven't heard
from them since.  The last of them is in the yard leading the defenses
against the zombies.  If they aren't stopped soon, we will all be dead with
a couple more days.

Either way, I'm going to sit here and drink.  Go speak with Madam Eva if
you want to help---she's west of town.  Or talk to my sister, Ireena.
Perhaps, she'll give you the amulet—much good it will do you.  But
Ireena won't leave the mansion.  She's sitting vigil by our father's body
to make certain he doesn't become a "zombie".  But mark my words, it was
the master of the casstle, or one his servants that killed Kolyan
Indirovich!."

He picked up his wine and went back to his corner of the inn.  What the
hell was I getting myself into here?  I only agreed to find a woman's
husband at the start.  Now, I'm helping a town defend itself against a
plauge of zombies, a mass of werewolf attacks, and some lord of a castle
that poisons his townsfolk.  I reached up and grabbed my own holy symbol
and rubbed it for comfort.

I decided to go to bed and get my rest while I could.  I needed to pray to
my Goddess to keep her blessings and to renew my magics.  "Well, Calistria,
we have our work cut out for us here, don't we?"