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The Clash of Majicks	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 4746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part V
“What?!” The Sorceress exclaimed. “Evil-Lyn is your daughter?!”
Moria nodded calmly. “Yes, that is what I said.”
For the first time since leaving Skeletor, Teelina actually fought her bonds. As if knowing this, the chains in the wall tightened, bringing the Sorceress up against the wall and in a very uncomfortable position. Eventually, she ceased struggling, and the chains relaxed. “You’re telling me I just promised not to harm Skeletor’s second-in-command?”
“No, you just vowed not to harm Skeletor’s second-in-command.”
Teelina growled viciously “Oh, come now,” Moria said softly, patting Teelina’s face. “It’s not as if you ever harm her on a regular basis, what with your ‘no killing, no wounding’ policy.
The Sorceress interjected, “That isn’t the point! You tric--!”
“Oh, that is exactly the point, Teelina,” Moria said, caressing the younger woman’s face gently. She moved her other hand slowly up to rest upon Teelina’s shoulder.
The Sorceress shuddered at the familiarity of such a gesture. She moved her head out of range as best she could. “Stop it!” she cried.
The hand at her cheek was removed. Confused, Teelina looked wide-eyed at the woman beside her.
Lady Moria lay upon her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her arms she propped beneath her head like an impromptu pillow. She sighed softly.
They remained silent for several minutes.
“So,” Teelina said after a time, in a less angry voice. “Evil-Lyn is your daughter. Huh. …You know, in some odd, unthinkable way, it makes sense.”
Moria looked at the woman beside her. Her eyes began to pinwheel softly, and a slow twinkle came into the amethyst orbs: she was amused. “How so?” she asked with a touch of humor in her voice.
Teelina arched her back to stretch out her arms and let the muscles crack, and then she lowered herself again. “Well,” the younger woman answered, “at least it explains her odd coloring. Only you Dereskians have such odd eye and skin pigments.”
“What is wrong with our skin pigments?” Moria asked in a slightly defensive tone.
Teelina shot her an exasperated look. “Oh, come on,” she replied. “Both of your skins are so pale is seems unnatural, and as for getting a tan… well, I think it’s impossible for you.”
A small chuckle came from the older woman. “True enough,” she said, winking.
“So, what if our daughters hurt each other? Does that violate out unwritten law?” Teelina asked.
Moria shook her head. “No,” she answered. “Our law only applies to you and I. Now, if I happened to tell my daughter how to harm your daughter, then I would be breaking our law.”
Teelina nodded understandingly. “I see,” she said simply. After a moment had passed, she questioned, “Moria… may I ask you a personal question?”
“You may.”
The Sorceress continued. “Did you… raise Evil-Lyn yourself?”
Lady Moria was silent for a while, as if this was not really a topic she wanted to speak of. “No. Her father raised her, and she grew up not knowing me.”
A soft gasp escaped the Sorceress. “Like Teela,” she commented.
“Yes,” Moria said. “And no. Your daughter has grown up thinking that Man-at-Arms is her father, and not knowing she ever had a mother. Evil-Lyn grew up raised by her actual father, who told her whom her mother was.” She paused for a moment. “Evil-Lyn grew up knowing that her mother was the Dereskian Queen. There is no doubt in my mind that one of the reasons she joined Skeletor is because she knew that information.”
After a moment, Teelina nodded. “Does it bother you that she joined up with Skeletor?”
Lady Moria considered for a time. “Not really. I mean, it took some getting used to, especially after I discovered their occasional…recreational activities…but I can’t say that it ever really bothered me.”
“Recreational activities?” Teelina questioned. “How do you mean?”
The elder woman chuckled darkly. “Let’s just say it would be better if I didn’t tell you.”
Realization of what she implied dawned upon Teelina. “Oh…” she said. “You mean that the two of them are… you know?”
Moria smiled. “They have a sexual understanding, yes.”
“Oh.”
For the umpteenth time that evening, a momentary silence fell upon the room. And, as usual, Teelina was the one who broke it.
“You said that the reason you joined Skeletor was that he possessed something you desired. You meant your daughter, didn’t you?” Moria nodded but said nothing. “You joined Skeletor to be with Evil-Lyn,” Teelina continued, more to herself than to Moria. “That changes… every single thing I ever thought I knew about your psyche.
Moria was silent for a long moment. “Yes,” she said simply. “I am not fighting because I hate you and all the Eternians. I have not done so for centuries. I’m fighting now… because I… love my child,” she said softly.
Teelina shook her head and tried to clear it. “But then why do you still pursue evil goals?”
“Oeelieelina. My ultimate goal is not evil in any sense. I do not wish for more power, I do not want to become ruler of the world, and I no longer wish to see every Eternian dead. …I just want to be with my daughter.” Lady Moria’s voice became soft and sad, and almost sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.
The Sorceress shook her head, astounded. “I have never in my life heard you on the brink of tears before, Moria. You really do love her.”
“More than you can imagine,” Lady Moria said, wiping her eyes and looking at the reflections of light on what little moisture there was.
Silence fell upon the chamber once more.
“Did you love Evil-Lyn’s father?” Teelina asked after a few moments had gone by.
Moria laughed. “What an absurd idea! No, I didn’t love him,” she exclaimed, still laughing. . “The only reason was ever with him was so I would get pregnant.”
Expecting such an answer, Teelina asked, “So would any man have done?”
“No.” Moria answered. “No, it had to be him. Evil-Lyn’s father is a man who has no DNA, no bloodline. I lay with him because any child born to me would be a pure blooded Dereskian child. That was my entire purpose, and he knew that.”
“Heh,” the Sorceress commented. She was quiet a moment before saying, “Moria, you’re a very strong woman, and very smart. Why don’t you and your daughter just leave Skeletor’s service and…I don’t know, form your own society or something?”
The Dereskian Queen considered her reply for a moment. “Being a part of Skeletor’s horde has some uses, albeit few. For instance, if Evil-Lyn and I were to break apart and attack Eternia independently, then your entire population would be alerted to my presence. I have enjoyed living in anonymity for the past few centuries, and I really would rather avoid having too many people knowing I still existed. That is why my role among Skeletor’s warriors is minimal at best. I like my privacy.”
“Is that also why your chambers are not even within Snake Mountain? Out of curiosity, does Skeletor even know where this place is?” Teelina asked, indicating the walls around them with a toss of her head. Her red hair glistened as a single beam from the red moon shone into the chamber from some unseen window.
Moria looked at the moonbeam with a smile. “Ah,” she whispered. “Eläni has decided to bless us with her presence.”
“Eläni?” the Sorceress questioned. “Isn’t she your…god or something?”
Lady Moria shook her head at Teelina’s ignorance. “Eläni is the Light-bearer. She was born of the elements on the surface of the Red moon. The Red Moon was dark at the time, Eläni made it light. It was she who also cast the light which made the White and Blue moons that pigments the hair, skin and eyes of the Dereskïgiä,” Moria said in an I-can’t-believe-you-don’t-know-this tone.
“Oh,” Teelina said, trying not to sound offended. “Well at least that explains why the Dereskians have such odd coloring.”
Moria regarded the younger woman amusedly as the moonbeam faded. “Well, forgive us if we preferred to be colored by the moons instead of the sun.” She trailed a hand through Teelina’s hair, smiling almost seductively. “We can’t all be blue-eyed redheads, you know.”
The Sorceress attempted to hold back a yawn and failed. “How long have I been here?” she asked, arching her back again.
“Since last night,” Moria replied. “I took you at about midnight, you didn’t wake up in Skeletor’s torture chamber until a few hours after sunrise. Skeletor attempted to beat information out of you for most of the day before crossing the line of morality, and you’ve been in my company since a few hours after moonrise.”
“What time is it now?” Teelina asked, suppressing another yawn.
Moria closed her eyes. “A little before midnight,” she answered, smiling. “More or less.”
“Oh.”
A smile made its way across the older woman’s face as she continued to play with the Sorceress’ hair. “Why? Do you have somewhere you’d rather be?”
Teelina considered. “Well, I wouldn’t mind being back in Grayskull, but I suppose I could be far worse off than in your bed.” Moria’s playing with her hair disturbed her slightly, but it also felt kind of soothing, so she did not tell her to stop.
Lady Moria laughed softly. “True enough, Teelina.” She released the younger woman’s hair and lay on her back once more, using her arms to cushion her head.
The Sorceress closed her eyes and tried to sleep. “Out of curiosity,” she asked, stifling a big yawn. “Where exactly are we?” She snuggled her head against a pillow.
“We are in the only completely intact building remaining of the Dereskian Empire,” Moria answered, smiling. “These are the private chambers of the Dereskian monarchy. Only they can access it. The location was always kept a secret from everyone else, which is why it was not destroyed.”
Teelina’s eyelids fluttered. “Oh,” she said softly. “So that means only you can get in?”
“Yes,” Moria said, regarding the Sorceress as she came close upon falling asleep. “Or Evil-Lyn, of course.”
Teelina snapped wide-awake. “You mean your daughter could just walk right in here at any time?” she asked, panicking.
Moria leaned over onto her side, smiling. “She could, I suppose. But I sincerely doubt it.”
“Why is that?” the sorceress asked, unsure.
Lady Moria chuckled and gently ran her fingers through the red tresses again. “Because, since Skeletor did not do what he wished to with you, I would imagine that he would have taken out his sexual frustrations upon my daughter,” she replied in the flattest of tones.
Teelina’s eyes widened considerably. “Th-that doesn’t bother you?”
“Why should it?” Moria asked, her eyes twinkling. “They are both consenting adults. Evil-Lyn does not need me to govern the choices that should be hers to make.”
The Sorceress shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t think I could ever be that way. I don’t know what I’d do if Teela suddenly started having affairs.”
Moria laughed softly. “I don’t think you have much to worry about, dear. Your daughter is too occupied with being Captain of the Guard and having a crush on He-man to do anything.”
“You think so, too?” Teelina questioned. “About Teela having a crush on He-man?”
The Dereskian nodded. “Give me some credit, Teelina. After all, it’s a little obvious, don’t you think?”
Nodding, the Sorceress lay back and once more tried to sleep. The older woman turned onto her back once more and sd upd upwards. “Moria?” Teelina asked.
“Yes?”
The Eternian fumbled for words, not exactly sure how to ask what she wished to. “Out of sheer curiosity, if… if you had actually been going to …you know, ravish me… how would you have done it?”
Moria’s eyebrows raised a fraction as she turned her head to look at the younger woman. A slow, wicked smile broke across her lips. “Would you like a demonstration?” she questioned, eyes whirling.
“No, that’s okay!” Teelina said quickly. “I was... you know, just curious. I mean, I’ve never… Oh, this feels so stupid,” she sighed.
Lady Moria smile became less evil and more genuine. “You’ve never been with a woman before, and are wondering how it’s done, is that it?”
Teelina nodded sheepishly, ashamed.
Moria shook her head. “Oh, Teelina,” she sighed. “It’s not really something I can exactly debe ibe in terms you’ll understand. I could of course, try, but I doubt you would really understand unless I gave you the… full experience.”
“Um, no I don’t think so,” Teelina said softly. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Moria smiled softly and lay upon her back again. “I do,” she said softly. “You’re suffering from what they call ‘Stockholm Syndrome.’”
“I am not!” the Sorceress exclaimed loudly, sitting up in the bed. The chains at her wrists automatically gave her enough slack to do so.
Moria also sat up, smiling wickedly. “And it appears you’re also suffering from denial.”
The Sorceress fumed silently. To deny that would just give Moria more material. “You are so infuriating!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, I am,” Lady Moria returned, smiling mischievously, trailing her fingers up and down Teelina’s side gently. “Did you really expect me to be any other way?”
Teelina sighed exasperatedly and shook her head. “No. …You’re just confusing me. First you hold out your hand in generosity, and the next minute you’re ridiculing me and being well… you!” She considered what she had just had and wanted to hit herself in the head.
“Lovely argument, dear. I would have thought that I acted like ‘me’ most of the time,” Moria said darkly. “Though if you would prefer me to be dark and sadistic all the time, please let me know. I’ll be glad to oblige you.” The older woman’s eyes flashed and pinwheeled slowly.
The Sorceress shook her head ‘no.’ “No… I don’t want that. I just…can’t you be consistent?”
“Oh,” Moria chastised in a humored tone. “Now where would the fun in that be?”
Teelina’s eyes grew hard. “Is that all this is to you?” she asked angrily. “A game you can play? I suppose you think it was fun to stop Skeletor from raping me?!”
Moria’s amusement grew. The Sorceress was indeed a fun plaything. Somewhere within her mind, she idly wondered exactly how inept Teelina would be at her kind of play. “To be perfectly frank, Teelina, actually, yes, it was,” she answered, her tone low but very entertained.
“And will you just… what? Give me back to him when you’re through playing ‘Lady Nice?’ Will you just let him ‘pick up’ where he left off?” the Sorceress huffed angrily. It was not often that she let her emotions show like this, but Moria was getting annoying.
Now it was the Dereskian’s turn to feel insulted. “Oh, honestly Teelina,” she said, a little loudly. “What kind of a person do you take me for? I would never, not in a hundred thousand years let him do that.”
“Why not?” the younger woman questioned angrily. “You seem to enjoy making me writhe.”
Moria hid a smile behind her eyes, which had grown icy. She gently began to slide her fingers through Teelina’s hair again, almost playfully. “Well, true enough, but that is neither here nor there. You will find this hard to believe, but I simply would not…could not let anyone, especially Skeletor, degrade you in such a manner. I have… too much respect for you.”
“Right,” Teelina said sarcastically, tossing her head to get Moria to quit playing with her.
The Dereskian Queen grabbed the younger woman gently but firmly by the chin. “I couldn’t let him,” she said, staring into the Sorceress’ eyes. She released the Eternian’s chin and settled back down in the bed. “And if you think it is easy for me to admit that, you have another thing coming.The The Sorceress scoffed under her breath. “Please forgive me if I don’t exactly believe you. After all, your credibility is less than impeccable with your having me chained to the wall and all.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t heard you complain about them as yet. If you would like them to be removed, all you have to do is ask,” Moria said softly, reaching up to the wall.
Teelina grabbed her wrist with her chained hands. “Don’t bother,” she said dismally. “It’s not as if it really matters all that much,” she finished, releasing the older woman’s wrist and curling into a ball.
Moria looked down at the Sorceress and slow smile came across her features. Really, the Sorceress was almost adorable. “Why shouldn’t it matter, Teelina?” came the Dereskian’s voice, cool anlminlming. She put her hand upon the younger woman’s back, not pressing down or moving it in any way at all.
The Sorceress of Grayskull sighed. “It’s after midnight,” she said sulkily. “You’ringringing me back to Skeletor in the morning, and I sincerely doubt I will be both alive and sane afterwards. I don’t think a pair of manacles is my biggest worry right now.”
“Perhaps not,” Moria said gently, rubbing the Eternian’s back soothingly. She felt slightly bad for the poor girl, and almost wished she could do something for her. She recalled the Sorceress’ question from earlier, and grinned. “Teelina?” she asked after few moments.
The redheaded woman uncurled from her ball and lay supine on the bed. “Yes?”
Moria fingered the younger woman’s hair and slid her fingers through it. She grinned slightly. “Bearing what you just said in mind… are you still curious as to how I would have raped you?”
Teelina regarded her with uncertain eyes. “Somewhat. Why do you ask?”
“Well, as you said, a pair of manacles isn’t your biggest worry right now,” Lady Moria said, her eyes spinning madly. “How would you feel if we… made something else your biggest worry?”
The Sorceress swallowed nervously. “What exactly are you suggesting?” she asked, eyes wide.
The Dereskian Queen leaned over and gently slid her hand down the younger woman’s cheek. “I am merely suggesting that you ought to …relax, let me do the worrying for a while, and not care about what Skeletor is going to do to you.” She caressed the younger woman’s face as tenderly as a lover would.
“I’ve been worrying about you all evening,” Teelina said, her voice almost trembling. “Do you honestly expect me to just fall for your oh-so-subtle seduction? Why should I let you worry for me?”
Lady Moria smiled. “Oh, dear. It is precisely because you have been worrying about me that you should fall for my ‘oh-so-subtle seduction.’ Her smile widened into a grin, and she slid her hand over the other woman’s breasts and lower body. “After all, it would be such fun, don’t you agree? And besides,” Moria continued. “When you think about it, what do you really have to lose?”
Teelina felt a range of emotions flow through her. On the one side, she was almost revolted by the very idea of what Moria was suggesting. But on the other side, a tiny voice inside her was nagging for her to agree. Moria was right, what did she have to lose? She’d probably be dead or wishing she were by mid-afternoon. There certainly didn’t seem to be anything preventing her. And besides, she was curious about how it worked. Blushing slightly, she recalled the way Moria had looked when she had been half-naked. She hadn’t seemed to mind that I was looking, Teelina thought. And I certainly didn’t mind looking. She considered again the question Moria had posed: what did she have to lose? Nothing popped into her mind. She looked up at Moria. Really, she wasn’t such a bad person. At times she bordered on being nice. True, there were times when she was aggravating as Hell, but she could be a lot worse.
“What do you say, Teelina? How badly do you really want to know what it’s like?” Lady Moria asked, running her hand up and down the girl’s leg.
Considering the pros and cons, Teelina smiled almost shyly. Then, the Sorceress of Grayskull did something then that she had never even thought of dreaming she would do. Reaching up with her chained hands, she brought the elder woman’s lips down upon her own.
Moria smiled happily as she and her newfound play toy shared a shattering kiss. Shattering indeed, she thought wickedly. I can almost hear her moral convictions slipping away. Then thinking became second-rate to the woman beneath her.
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