In ancient times, beyond the records of history, when giants and fairies still walk the earth: lesbians join the mystical pantheons of spellcasters, gods, and exotic beings that roam the deserts, woodlands, mountains, and skies.
In the land of dunes, lesbians take up residence in an ancient castle abandoned long ago by a failing kingdom. Inside the castle, animal furs cover floors and beds. Lesbians lay side-by-side and share long, deep kisses. The greatest of these, Irana, leads lesbians of the dunes. She embodies physical perfection. She is the protector of her lesbian followers. They ride on horses by day and make love by night in their abode.
One day, a queen, Eliria – from far away – summons her. Young and enchanting, her lips trembles.
“An army is massing on the edge of the desert,” she says. “I fear they mean the end of our kind.”
Irana, fierce and proud, says “we’re few, but stronger than before. Our passion will conquer dragons, demons, and titans.”
Eliria would hear none of it: “I command you to produce an heir.”
Irana stirs as if stuck. “I cannot.”
“Our numbers dwindle,” Eliria says. “I fear for our kind.”
Irana refuses, but she gives Eliria a kiss before leaving her court.
With passion, she mounts her horse and spurs it into the desert. She races to her castle.
Irana is the strongest warrior in the desert. Eliria knows this; only Irana’s heir will save her castle.
But Irana is possessed by a mystical fire that cannot be tempered by Eliria’s political plots. She trains with her lesbians for a coming battle. She makes love to one of them by nightfall. Their love-making is tender and giving.
But Eliria is wise and sends one of her servant, Jeira, to Irana’s castle. She drugs Irana and carries her into secret tunnels, as an army descends on the castle. The lesbians fight valiantly, but fall to the superior numbers of the invaders.
Irana awakes and is distressed, then angered by the death cries of her lesbians. Jeira says to her, “I save you, noble one. This is your command: produce an heir and retake the Castle with Eliria’s blessing.”
Grief consumes Irana: Jeira kisses her tenderly to comfort her. When night falls, Irana – in her moment of need – makes love to Jeira.
By morning, Irana rides north to a sorcerer.
“I can give you two heirs,” says he. “But one you must give to me.”
Irana unrobes, but the sorcerer says, “no need.” With enchantments, he blesses her womb.
By the eighth month, a child emerges from her, its spirit as pristine as pure water. The baby is a boy. She returns him to the sorcerer. He enchants her again.
Irana returns to Jeira. Jeira comforts Irana with kisses and protects her.
In eight months, Irana’s heir is born. Irana names her heir “Irelia.” She rides to Eliria with the newborn. She says to the queen, “my heir, I leave with you.”
Eliria says, “I understand.” She receives the child with the utmost care and raises her to protect her kind.
Irana leaves Eliria’s court with Jeira’s hand in hers. Since the fall of the Castle, they shared experiences deeper than the sea to the west. They go to a lesbian colony by the coast. They live, but more importantly, they love each other in the way only known to their kind.
Eighteen years pass: Irana returns to Eliria to collect her heir. Irelia, with bluish hair and sparkling eyes, embraces her mother. Irana kisses Irelia tenderly on the forehead.
They ride to the Castle with a small army of lesbians. Irelia drives out the castle’s invaders using an ancient magic. Irana and her lesbians retake the Castle.
Irelia kisses Irana and Jeira tenderly before riding north to the sorcerer, to see her father.
Irana lives in her castle with Jeira. In her old chambers, Irana makes love to Jeira. They comfort each other and sleep as they did on the coast. As night falls, bliss overtakes them. A special star appears in the sky and shines more brightly than the others over their castle.
Penned and submitted by Erin Grey, Kelly LeBrock, and Karen McGill.
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