Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... Agatha watched on holonet feeds a replay of a younger Max Anders shooting her target recurve, winning her 33rd consecutive Olympic match in archery for gold.

Agatha stared at the bow with a new understanding of Max's profound skill, "This is a piece of you."

Max nodded with half a smile, "Basically."

Agatha looked in the case at the score of beautifully lacquered, white fletched arrows, the quiver, the old worn shooting glove, and arm guard.

Agatha carefully handed the bow back to Max.

Max returned it to the case and closed it; setting it by the door. Max walked over to the next one: a smaller case with a much more worn appearance. Max again placed it on the table and opened it. Inside was a much smaller bow: lighter and worn with use, its green stained wooden limbs faded.

Agatha looked in the case: the dozen or so arrows looked abused and ratty with some of the barred fletching having chunks missing from them. "You learned on this bow." Agatha looked up into Max's eyes, feeling the nostalgia again.

Max smiled, "This one, Deirdre bought for me."

"Your first adoptive mother." Agatha reeled from the emotions emanating from Max. Agatha hugged Max as a single tear ran down her cheek.

Max kissed her forehead.

They finished the hug and Agatha stepped back as Max closed the worn case and placed it by the door. Agatha glanced at the third case, then back at Max.

Max made a negative face.

What is it Max?" Agatha asked.

"Well," Max began, ...

... "There's a bow in that case, but I've never shot it."

"You haven't? Why not?" Agatha asked with a look of surprised curiosity.

Max picked up the third case: it was much heavier. Max laid it on the table, popped the four locks. and opened it. Inside the heavy reinforced case was a limited edition Bjornwerks Panzer, a beautifully engineered, top of the line, compound hunting bow.

"It was a gift from some corporate suit trying to get me to sign with them after the '67 games."

Max inspected the weapon closely, pulling it up out of the case, It weighed less than her target recurve. Completely decked out with every accessory Bjornwerks made, the compound bow was worth a small fortune. In the case were fifty highly polished, slick carbon shafts, one hundred field points, and twenty switchblade style, razor sharp broad heads. The field points and broad heads all had the same weight, and they were interchangeable on the shafts.

Max could hear guitar strings, like a lover calling from a dream. She replaced the compound bow in it's case, shut it, and picked it up as she also grabbed her target recurve case and walked out the door.

Agatha picked up the worn recurve case and followed.

Joon ran into the bedroom pulling open dresser drawers and throwing underwear onto the bed.

Agatha peered in through the door and watched the small vortex of energy and clothes from a safe distance as Joon pulled together a growing heap of mixed clothing from closets and drawers.

Joon ...