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I Wish I May, I Wish I Might	By : auntfanny Category: +1 through F > Dungeons and Dragons Views: 3870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I WISH I MAY, I WISH I MIGHT...

Oh, all right... I may not have the heart to write detailed Venger rape (eugh...) but here’s something fun and fluffy and just a wee bit slashy. Enjoy!

Needless to say, even though this naughty story is my own, the characters I use were not invented by me and don't belong to me, and I'm not making any money out of this, I'm just doing this for a giggle... oh, wait. I *do* need to say that!

Aunt Fanny xxx
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Diana stopped in her tracks at the loud clatter behind her. She was about to turn around and head back when the voice rose up from the gloom, comforting her with its irritation.

‘Who put that fucking rock there?’

She smiled, satisfied that Eric was unhurt, and turned back into the light of Hank’s bow. The Ranger had also turned to face the trailing Cavalier, an expression of annoyance shadowing his face in the weird magical light.

‘Language, Eric.’

The vague shape of the dark haired youth became discernible in the darkness, his armour shining faintly with the bow’s light.

‘Why?’ asked Eric, approaching them, ‘we left the kids outside.’ He threw his hands up and merrily cried out a string of obscenities, like a delighted Tourette’s Syndrome child. ‘Shitfucktitsasscuntycuntycumsack!’ He sighed in sweet relief as his curses echoed through the cave’s tunnels. It was an unspoken rule that you didn’t swear in front of the young, impressionable Bobby and Presto, or the easily offended Sheila, but sometimes that got really hard. As dark and treacherous as this Cave of Wishes was, it was actually making quite a nice change to spend a few hours just with the older members of the group for once, and he felt positively cheerful.

Still Hank scowled at him. ‘There are ladies present.’

Diana folded her arms, feigning outrage as Eric met eyes with her, grinning mischievously.

‘I don’t see any.’

Diana merely raised an eyebrow. ‘You wouldn’t know a Lady if one bit you in the ass.’

Eric’s cocky smile widened. ‘Are you coming on to me?’

Diana turned to Hank, who rolled his eyes up towards his blond fringe in mock despair.

‘Why did we bring him, again?’

‘In case we ran into any monsters,’ replied the Ranger with a smile, ‘and needed something to throw at them.’

Diana giggled, staying close to Hank as they continued along the dark tunnel, allowing Eric to trail.

‘Oh, admit it,’ chimed the voice from behind them, ‘you both just love me to pieces...’

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It was about another hour before they found what they were looking for, although they could have easily missed it.

‘That’s it?’

The trio gathered around the well. Although it wasn’t a ‘well’ as such - more a hole in the ground. There was a tiny, tumble-down stone wall built around it, only about a foot high.

Hank scratched his head. ‘Guess so.’

It was odd. Magical objects in the Realm were never usually this... Low Key. They were normally guarded at the very least. And here it was - this wonderful magical well that could grant any single wish, that had the power to send them home, and it was nothing more than a tiny little pothole in a miserable, empty, dark cave.

Diana shrugged, and felt for the coin tucked into her belt. ‘Oh well. I guess appearances can be deceptive...’

She paused, the coin waiting in her hands, lingering over the well. Both boys noticed her apprehension, but it was Hank who put the supportive hand gently on her shoulder.

‘You OK?’

Diana nodded, not meeting their gazes, but staring down at the dark, rippling water below.

‘I just need to concentrate.’

There was no reply, but Hank removed his hand, giving her more personal space. She’d hoped he’d leave it there, hoped that perhaps Eric would give her free hand a quick squeeze, just to remind her that they were still there. There was a reason why she had asked the two older boys to accompany her into the cave to make the one wish she’d been granted, and it wasn’t entirely for the protection from darkness and rockslides that their weapons could give her as she’d claimed outside. When the White Witch had awarded her the coin, she’d warned her about the well’s petulant nature - it would grant one wish only, so you had to be very careful on dropping the coin that there was only one wish in your heart. Since then, she had fretted constantly. She always, always had two wishes. She wanted to get home, of course. She wanted them all to get home - she knew how frustrated being stuck in the realm was making everybody. She hated seeing Bobby and Sheila sobbing in despair, hated pretending to ignore the soft whimpers that came from Presto’s bed sometimes at night, hated having to tiptoe around Eric on his Bad Days. There were even cracks starting to appear in Hank’s normally calm exterior. She had to use the wish to get them home. Had to! But there was always that other wish. The one that the others, following Eric’s example, always diplomatically referred to as ‘The K Word’. She wanted him back. She needed him back. Her soul ached to see him again.

Except...

Something strange had started to happen over the last couple of months. She had begun flirting with Hank again. They had always enjoyed spending time in each others’ company - their conversations were always free, easy and fun filled, and neither of them ever shied away from fond physical contact. She usually tried to keep it at a minimum in front of Sheila - she knew how besotted her friend was with the young blond and didn’t want to step on any toes. But she did like him. He was attractive, and attention from him made her feel attractive. It was nice to feel sexy again. So nice that, on rediscovering her flirtatious side, she found that another odd change had occurred. The arguments with Eric had become sexual too. She wasn’t entirely sure when it had happened, but all of a sudden she was aware that every single slanging match was charged with a strange, exciting electricity. It was fun, a kind of violent verbal foreplay, fighting for the upper hand with him while all the time silently daring him to reach out and kiss her. It was beginning to fill the hole left in her heart and, between the two of them, they... distracted her from that terrible K Word.

She thought about them - her friends - and pushed the young man who had been taken so suddenly from her far from her mind. She thought about going home, about sitting up watching old monster movies in Hank’s room like the old days, but mocking how Everyday the creatures seemed now, squabbling over the last slice of pizza with Eric, throwing popcorn at each other and tickling and teasing and laughing and laughing and laughing. Yes. She wanted that.

She dropped the coin.

They held their breath as one in the dark as the distant splash of the coin hitting the water echoed away into nothing. And absolutely nothing happened.

‘It didn’t work,’ sighed Diana, eventually.

‘Maybe...’ attempted Hank, ‘...maybe it takes a while to work.’

‘Right,’ replied Eric with an understated sarcasm, ‘maybe the Pixies just put us on hold.’

There was another long, awkward silence, finally broken by Hank’s defeated sigh.

‘OK. It didn’t work. Let’s just get outta here.’

‘Fine by me,’ answered Eric.

Diana crossed her arms across her chest and rubbed her arms, warming her naked shoulders and comforting herself in the face of her growing despair. It hadn’t worked. Again. Every time it didn’t work she wanted to scream a little longer and a little louder, but this time it was so much worse, because had been her fault. She didn’t know how, but the coin had been given to her, the quest was hers, and somehow she had screwed it up. She had failed. Failure. Man, she hated that word. It made her feel sick to her stomach. And Eric was going to have a field day taking the piss out of her, the little bastard...

She tensed as he passed close behind her, waiting for the first of many little snidey comments. But he just brushed the inward curve of her side gently with his fingertips and whispered ‘Come on, Diana,’ with a melancholy resolve, leaving her blinking in confusion into the gloom.

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They began to pick their way out of the cave, their hearts in their boots. It was going to be a long, slow stumble in the dark just to let their friends down yet again. After a while, Diana became aware that the clattering behind her had stopped - sign that Eric had found a quiet corner to use briefly as a bathroom. She moved closer towards Hank, taking his arm.

He shot a fond glance across at her, his too-handsome face made strange by the light of his bow.

‘How are you doing, gorgeous?’

She snorted a little laugh. He’d never called her “gorgeous” before. He was blatantly over compensating for his disappointment in her.

‘Oh, apart from the fact I just screwed up our chance to get home? Just fine.’

‘You didn’t screw up.’ He smiled at her, warmly. ‘It was a trick, or something.’

‘But...’

‘Listen.’ Hank stopped and turned to her. ‘You did what you were told. You took the right coin to the right well and you wished us home, didn’t
you?’ Hank faltered at the unsure look in her eyes. ‘Didn’t you...?’

Diana shrugged, miserably, fighting back frustrated tears. ‘Do you see Kosar falling out of the scenery with an apology and a proposal? ‘Cos that’s the only other thing I could have wished for...’

‘Hey.’ The light bolt disappeared from Hank’s bow as he reached over to Diana’s face, catching a bitter tear on her cheek with his thumb. ‘None of that now, gorgeous.’

Her feline reflexes caused her to whip a hand up to the one at her face and catch it.

‘Stop calling me that.’

‘But you are.’

That stopped her in her tracks, all right. She gazed at him, dumbstruck. Even in the darkness, his eyes were aglow with sincerity.

‘Diana,’ he breathed, ‘you... I...’ he licked his lips and started again. ‘just don’t say that K Word any more, OK? I hate seeing how it upsets you. You’re too good for him. Too Gorgeous.’

She still couldn’t speak. She was too surprised. But her shock grew tenfold as he suddenly flicked his quick, archer’s hand around hers, pulled the inside of her wrist up to his lips and kissed it gently. Her surprised eyes locked with his again. Still so sincere! They paused for a moment, staring at each other. Then, without losing eye contact with her, he smiled genuinely and licked the sensitive spot inside her wrist with one long, slow, gentle stroke of his tongue.

She finally found her voice, shuddering under the sudden, unexpected arousal. ‘Oh.’

Hank cleared his throat slightly. ‘Is this OK, Diana? It seemed like you wanted...’

‘But...’ stammered Diana, ‘but Sheila...’

‘Sssshhh,’ smiled Hank, easing her over to one of the cave’s smooth walls, faintly lit by one of the few chinks of natural light that fell from cracks in the surface far above them. ‘Would you stop saying the wrong names?’

‘But...’

He stood back, his hands up by his shoulders in a surrendering gesture. ‘If you don’t want me like this, just say the word.’
If she didn’t want him like that?!? That was insane! Of course she did! The guy was a frigging Adonis! But what with his duties as leader and her devotion to Kosar and her best friend’s infatuation with him, he was kinda... forbidden. But she’d always secretly wished, deep deep down...

‘Um, OK...’ she stuttered. ‘but isn’t this going a bit fast...?’

He smiled again, slightly more discernible now in the dim light. ‘Oh, you oughta see how fast I can go.’

He leaned into her and kissed her. She didn’t even begin to struggle against it, but pushed her lips against his harder, and allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth, nibbling gently on it as it explored with all of his usual calm confidence. She was so distracted by his hands stroking up her sides to her shoulders that she barely noticed her own fingers running over his chest, sensing the firm bulges of his well maintained muscles under the leather tunic.

It was crazy. It was way, way too fast, and it wasn’t Hank. Why wasn’t he worried about Sheila, or the others? Why wasn’t he being that dumb, selfless goody-two-shoes that drove her to distraction? It didn’t make sense. But by God, he was a good kisser. Strong but not overpowering - dominant but tender. Just like she’d always imagined... just like she’d always hoped. Just like she’d always w...

The realisation hit her just as he gently pulled her top up over her head.
*Ah, Crap.*
She didn’t need to stop him kissing her - he had already withdrawn his lips from her and was standing at arms length from her, admiring the whole of her plump, naked breasts with his eyes and hands. He cupped them softly, feeling their weight and warm, velvety texture, brushing her dark nipples with his thumbs.

‘Hank?’ she sighed, worried.

‘Oh, My.’ He leaned in again, his hands still caressing her breasts, and nuzzled the curve at the side of her neck, feeling the wave of goosebumps
shoot up across her chest and arms. ‘Oh, My!’

She screwed up her eyes, cursing herself. This was going to be so difficult...

‘Hank, stop.’

He pulled away, suddenly. She cringed inwardly at the hurt and embarrassment in his eyes. He shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it. ‘I’m sorry.’ He looked down, and started to fumble on the floor for her top.

‘No, Hank.’ She folded her arms over her breasts. ‘I’m sorry. This is my fault. You’re under some sort of spell.’

Hank snorted a small laugh. ‘No, I’m not, OK? Stop being so hard on yourself.’ He thought for a second, then added ‘I may have been feeling a bit more impulsive lately, but...’

‘Since when?’ interrupted Diana. ‘I’d bet any money it’s since the wishing well.’

He met eyes with hers, perturbed at the shame in her expression. He wasn’t used to Diana beating herself up like this. It made him nervous. ‘Um... I guess...’

‘I’m so sorry, Hank.’ Diana bit her lip. ‘I was trying so hard not to think about Kosar, that I must have thought about... this little fantasy I have. About you.’

She looked up at him as he took her shoulders.

‘Diana, that’s... that’s so...’

‘Monstrous?’ prompted Diana, ‘Intrusive? Violatory?’

‘...Flattering,’ finished Hank, and smiled at her again.

‘But...’ she prompted again.

Hank just shrugged. ‘No “but”s. Do have any idea how incredible you are, Diana Jones?’ He tightened his grip on her shoulders, but kept it loose enough for her to be able to shake herself free any time she wanted. ‘Do you have any idea how the way you look, and the way you move, and the way you think affects a guy? Do you have any idea how great it feels for me to have just one member of this little gang that I don’t have to worry about 24/7? Do you have any idea how much that makes me like you? Do you?’

Diana just opened and closed her mouth in surprise. He ran his hands up to her face and she felt her arms fall away from her breasts again.

‘Guess not,’ smiled Hank, leaning back into her. ‘I promise you, Diana. I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Magic Well or no Magic Well. God help me, I’m only human. Knowing you want it too is all I ever needed...’

He kissed her again, slowly and gently, finding and stroking her nipples again. She closed her eyes, letting the moment take her, giving in to the sensations as their tongues met. She pushed her hands briefly through his long hair, then ran them down the back of his neck and over his shoulders. Purely in the interest of equality, she clawed her fingers around the tunic material at his back and fluidly pulled it up over his head, sending his fine hair tumbling over his eyes. He tossed it back into place, laughing slightly, as she ran her eyes over his forbidden, undressed torso in the half-light. Her gaze stopped as she saw the bulge that his tunic had previously hidden. His tight leggings couldn’t even begin to disguise what it was that strained and stretched them at his crotch. She couldn’t help but stare, a faint smile forming involuntarily at the corners of her lips.

‘Uh-huh. That’s an erection, all right.’

‘Yeah.’ He looked down at himself, unashamed. ‘I’m afraid that Teenage Male plus Boobies does usually equal one of those.’

‘I’m glad. I’m gonna need that later on.’ She caught his face as he looked back up to her, and kissed him again, allowing him to lean into her and press the thinly cloaked erection against her bare belly.

‘So what happens in this fantasy?’ he mumbled through the kiss.

She released his tongue and began planting small butterfly kisses on his cheek, moving her lips towards his ear. ‘It starts off a lot like this,’ she whispered.

He sighed as she caught and sucked gently on an earlobe. ‘And what happens next?’

‘Well, now is about when...’ Diana trailed off and stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening at the terrible recollection.

‘What?’ coaxed Hank, kissing her hair.

She pushed him away, holding him at arm’s length. ‘Hank, we have to stop. Let’s just get dressed and get out of this cave. We mustn’t carry on with this.’

There was that unbearable hurt look in his eyes again. ‘Diana, that’s not fair.’

She looked at her feet. ‘I know it’s not. But this needs to stop.’

‘Why?’ Hank looked desperate. ‘Just tell me why. Is it me?’

‘No, Hank, it’s not you. It’s...’ Diana cleared her throat, embarrassed again. ‘Don’t hate me, Hank. This was an idle fantasy. It was never supposed to happen. So I... I kinda let my imagination run away with it.’

‘Look, if it’s a bit kinky, I’m sure I don’t...’

Diana stopped his mouth with a finger. ‘Trust me. You’d hate it.’

Hank caught the hand at his lips, pushing it to one side. ‘I’d like to know.’

She hesitated, and in the silence that fell, heard the breaths coming out of the darkness behind them, hard and irregular with pent up frustration and fury. She had no idea how long the breather had been watching, but she did know that it was already too late.

She squinted off into the blackness, following the sound. The breathing stopped abruptly. Something glinted briefly in the pale light shining from the crack in the cave’s ceiling, then disappeared once more. He was still there in the gloom, though - she could feel his eyes jealously burning into her.

‘Eric?’ she asked.

Hank turned to follow her gaze just as the scream went up - a raw, animalistic scream of utter rage, mixed in with the scrape and clatter of metal moving on stone. Hank had barely a second to react before the screaming feral metal Thing hurtled into the light and threw itself at him. He rolled with the weighty creature, managing to pin it down just as its face fell into the shaft of light. He blinked, surprised at the amount of anger in the face of the young man trapped beneath him.

‘Eric?!?’

Eric struggled in his grasp. ‘How could you?’ he spat, ‘You knew. You knew I liked her! How could you?’

Hank sighed, but spoke with a quiet determination. ‘I’m sorry, Eric. But I like her too. And she likes me. What you saw was her Wish.’ He surpressed a smile. Eric’s devastation was already begin to bubble up onto his expression. ‘The start of it, anyway...’

‘...oh...’ Eric’s voice was tiny, broken. ‘I see. Of course it was.’

Diana bit at a nail, covering her breasts again. The look of hurt in Eric’s fiery eyes was even more unbearable than the one she’d seen in Hank’s when she’d stopped him.
*Stupid Well!*

‘It’s OK, Eric,’ she told him, ‘these aren’t your real feelings. There’s a spell on you.’

Hank, still restraining the dark youth, turned his face up to Diana. ‘Diana, he’s had a crush on you ever since he discovered what girls were for. You know that.’

Diana stared at Eric, her mouth slack with surprise. Still helpless under Hank’s grasp, he turned his eyes from her, his humiliation-burned face bright in the shaft of light.

‘No. I didn’t.’ Intrusive as it was, she couldn’t keep her eyes from him. For such a brash young man, embarrassment had always flushed him quite easily. She liked it - the hot colour rising suddenly on his cheeks, the wideness of his dark eyes - it was the closest he ever came to tears, and she liked how vulnerable it made him appear.

‘What do you mean, “there’s a spell on him”?’ Hank caught her attention again. He was frowning, pondering over what she had said a moment before. ‘Diana? When you said you let your imagination run away, you didn’t mean...’

Diana nodded, apologetically.

‘...both of us?’ gasped Hank, ‘What... together?’

‘Told you you’d hate it.’

‘But we’re not under a spell, Diana. We both like you of our own accord. Just because you wished it doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll happen that way.’

Diana looked at them both, Hank topless and hard, restraining a flushed Eric. ‘It’s happening right now.’

‘You’re kidding.’

‘Nope. Notice how you two haven’t actually hurt each other. You’re just, sort of, wrestling a bit. Any second now you’re gonna start taking Eric’s clothes off.’

‘Would either of you guys,’ cried Eric from beneath the Ranger, ‘care to tell me what the fuck is going on?’ Before Hank could reply, Eric’s eyes rested accidentally on the green-clad bulge that was resting on his breastplate. He screamed again, desperately twisting out of Hank’s grasp.

‘Ew! Ewwww!!! Get offa me, you fucking Fag!’

Hank leant out to grab the freaked Cavalier as he tried to speed-crawl away into the treacherous darkness, catching the youth’s cape.

‘Eric, it’s not like that...’

Eric fell back as Hank tugged hard at the cape, tearing it from its clasps.

‘Um, sorry...’ winced Hank, still holding the torn cape. ‘I’m not entirely sure why I did that.’

‘I am,’ replied Diana, crouching down with the two young men in the pale light. ‘This is how I always imagined it. Don’t worry, you don’t have to... y’know... go all the way with each other... Just as long as you go all the way with me.’

‘This is your Wish?’ Eric picked himself up and knelt beside her. ‘Don’t tell me this is the sort of thing that turns you on?’ he asked her breasts.

‘Sorta.’ She smiled at him. He flicked his eyes up briefly, matching the smile, before gazing at her nipples again. She caught his chin, bringing it level with hers, forcing him to look at her face.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, grinning. ‘I always really hoped you’d be this filthy, Diana Jones.’

She laughed a little. ‘I always counted on you being this filthy, too.’

He took her head in both hands and kissed her, far more passionately and aggressively than Hank had. grasping at her hair, he tried to force her head back, but she fought back, playfully, pushing into him and biting his lower lip, feeling his smile grow as she did so.
She was about to guide his body down to the ground when she heard a voice behind Eric say ‘Hey,’ and drag him off her.

‘Jump in my grave, why don’tcha?’ muttered Hank, softly, as he moved into Eric’s place. Hank pushed his fingers through Diana’s thick curls and kissed her again, exploring her mouth gently until Eric clenched a handful of Hank’s hair and pulled his head back, away from Diana’s. Hank, rolling his eyes in irritation, responded by reaching up and grabbing Eric’s short fringe, holding his head still, locking eyes seriously with the other youth.

Diana knelt still, watching the momentary face off, hoping that it wouldn’t result in a fight. That wasn’t what she wanted at all!
*Come on, you stupid Wishing Well. If you’re gonna make this happen, then you might as well make it happen properly.*
Neither young man moved, their knuckles bunched tightly in one another's’ hair.
*Come on... Come on...*
Diana watched, unblinking, as the tension in both their fists relaxed, and they leaned together into the light, and parted their lips silently, and kissed. As they allowed one another's tongues into their mouths, they closed their eyes, not noticing Diana’s smile.
*Oh thank you, merciful God in heaven!*
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