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words was unintelligible, and the glimmerings of understanding were brightening. If by the Wakers she
meant the roving marauders that now ruled the city above, he thought he had a fairly clear picture of what
she was talking about. And also a picture of the catastrophe that had befallen her people, a catastrophe
brought upon them by their own mastery of science.
But Narlena was looking at him again the way she had earlier, speculatively, curiously. Her eyes
caressed him, and her body moved involuntarily with a gentle swaying motion. SheтАФand how many
other of her people?тАФstill had a yearning to experience a physical reality during their Wakings. Endless
years of Dreaming couldn't provide everything.
He grinned broadly at the thought. Narlena interpreted this as a welcoming grin. She rose from her
lotus position in a single graceful motion, walked over to him, and stood looking down at him. Then she
flowed down onto him. Her nimble fingers began stroking and caressing him, occasionally drifting
downward toward his genitals.
Even if there had been any reason for Blade to hold back his arousal, he would have found it almost
impossible to do so. Those small hands were maddeningly skilled and maddeningly arousing as they did
their gentle dance along his neck, down his back, across his chest and stomach, and then between his
legs. He became fully, massively erect.
Now his own hands began tracing their own pattern on her limber body. They traced each joint of
her spine under the petal-smooth skin of her back, cupped the firm buttocks, and wandered over the
smooth, glistening thighs to the blue black pubic triangle, already turning damp as her arousal mounted in
time with his. Then his hands moved upward, over the flat belly, and his palms rose up under the small,
firm breasts, feeling the nipples harden into stiff little rods, hearing her moan, and seeing her bite her lip
and begin a slow writhing. Still writhing, she lifted herself and lowered herself down onto his upstanding
organ, enveloping it in her slick, almost dripping canal. She stiffened as he entered her and began a slow
up-and-down motion, lifting herself slightly with her hands pressing down on his thighs.
Her movements were slow and steady at first, but they quickened as she pushed herself faster and
faster toward climax. She could hardly have been more absorbed in her own pleasure if Blade had not
been there at all. Her eyes were closed and only flickered open briefly when he put his arms around her
and began using his muscular arms and shoulders to help her rise and fall. Her control slipped away. Her
hands ceased their pushing and began a frantic and uncontrolled drumming on his skin.
She climaxed, jerking and writhing uncontrollably in rapid succession. Then she sagged in Blade's
arms. No longer worried about his endurance or her satisfaction he kept raising and lowering her until his
own fierce pulsing came.
His throat dry and chest heaving, he lowered the inert Narlena to the floor and lay down beside her
for a moment. Then he opened the vault door, went out to retrieve his weapons, closed the door behind
him, and lay back down. For the time being he had reached as much comfort and safety as he seemed
likely to get in this dimension. Before going out again, he would have to get Narlena to fill in all the blank
spaces in his picture of what had happened and was happening in the city ofPura . But he could do that
just as well after they had slept. It was time for a Little Dream, he thought with a wry grin that stayed on
his face as he dozed off.


Chapter Six
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Blade and Narlena slept snuggled against each other on the fur-covered floor of her vault. When they
awoke, many hours later, Blade knew that in the city above it must be well into morning. But as much as
he wished to see and explore Pura by daylight, he wished even more to explore the mystery of its people
and their Dreams. Narlena was willing enough to talk, and Blade was more than willing to listen to the
long answers she gave to his brief questions. In a surprisingly short time all the gaps were filled in, and he
had a complete picture of the fate of Narlena's people, at least as she understood it. While they were
talking, Narlena produced breakfast by pressing a button in what she called a food-maker and served the