Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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"Fuck me," she begged.

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The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica. I pulled the book off the shelf. Two weeks ago, I'd come to the library with the idea to search for "Siblin Lone Warrior Nun" in the Tindin section under the category of Philosophy. I had read a book of philosophy that was basically a collection of advice or wise sayings. Things like, "The student must direct his own flow. For no teacher can direct what must be learned oneself."

I'd read a phrase that I couldn't find a translation for: "Durstahngnat." There wasn't anything in the Universal translator for it, and it wasn't in the Shurwinn dictionary.

So, yesterday, I had asked Denten about it at the end of our session. He'd said, "You will find what you need in The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica."

It was a thin book, less than a hundred pages. I flipped it open to see if "Durstahngnat" was in the index, and it was! Actually, it looked like it was a whole chapter. The last chapter. I started to skim it, and it looked like it was instructions for a specific exercise.

I went over to a table and sat down to read the chapter. Since it was the final chapter of the book, I was missing a lot of context, but it looked like "Durstahngnat" was a form, similar to a martial art posture. A form that was the final form in a series of forms that was meant to be done in order. It was the pinnacle of the practice outlined in the book.

And, wow. We were now levels away from the dojo. It was not something for public demonstration. The Durstahngnat was for males. Actually, it seemed like the whole book was for males because it was a progressive series of exercises. If I understood it correctly, the ultimate goal of the Durstahngnat was for the man to be naked in a backbend, with only his hands and feet on the floor, to become erect, and to release without anything touching his phallus at all. To be so in flow with the breath of life that he ejaculates without any manual stimulation.

There were recommended exercises to achieve this state, including a 100-day abstinence practice. It was very detailed, and sounded like an insane form of personal sadism. It was also, disturbingly, the most arousing thing I had ever encountered. Possibly I needed to add, "Get fresh brain scans" to my to-do list.

I skimmed quickly through the rest of the book. I doubted there were any lone warrior nuns in it, but who knew? What I did find, however, was repeated mention of "Cruxinglizt," which also was not in the dictionary and not translating into Universal. But The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica seemed, at least in part, to be part of a male preparation for a female Cruxinglizt, whatever that was.

Did I want to know? What kind of weird things was the woman doing to prepare for this joyous event? Ok, yeah, I wanted to know. Please tell me there is touching involved.

There was a woman sitting near the Family and Fertility section who I'd met briefly weeks ago. I didn't know the woman's name, but I'd seen her before in the library. She seemed to be there even more often than me. She looked over sixty, with fine lines, and strong shoulders, and I doubted she was reading up on pregnancy literature. Maybe she was a researcher of some sort? I decided to just ask her point blank and see what happened.

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I approached her table and asked, "May I ask you a question? I see you here often."

With an open smile, she said, "Ask any question, but don't always expect an answer." Hadn't I heard that before?

"I'm looking for a word that won't translate. I saw it in the book The Art and Practice of Tindin Erotica. Are you familiar with that?"

"Yes, yes. Are you talking about 'Cruxinglizt?'"

I was happily surprised. "You know this material then?"

"Of course, of course," she responded. "The Cruxinglizt is in The Art and Practice of Conception which is here in the Family and Fertility section. Based on the titles, you would think that the two books were companion books, but in actuality they aren't. They have different authors from different time periods, but the Tindin Erotica was written after Conception and is written in a similar format."

"Oh, great! You really know this section well. I'm so glad I stopped to ask you. Actually, do you mind if i ask you about some other words that I'm trying to find an explanation for? They have nothing to do with conception or erotica, but they are the real reason I'm here searching through all these books blindly."

She just smiled and said with a patient nod, "Ask any question…"

I laughed and agreed, "Okay, okay, I think I'm catching on. Do the words 'Siblin Lone Warrior Nun' mean anything to you?"

Her face opened in a wide, surprised smile, "Well, that is not a question I was expecting to hear today." She started laughing.

I was beginning to wonder if I had accidentally asked something really raunchy when she got a conspiratorial look on her face and asked, "How much do you enjoy research?"

"So much! So, so much!"

"Alright, come with me." As she led me through the library, she turned and said, "I'm Sorchen, by the way."

"Sunshine greet you, Sorchen, I'm Ryst. Thanks for your help. We're solving a puzzle I've been trying to work out for weeks."

She laughed again, "Well, your quest has only just begun, Ryst. There's a whole new adventure waiting for you."

We approached doors in the far wall of the library. There was actually a sign— a sign!— on the doors. "Preservation Library. If this is your first visit, please ask for assistance."

Sorchen explained that she would give me a detailed tour of the Preservation Library, and if I needed to use it in the future, I would be able to do so on my own. We proceeded into the vast room. The volumes were very, very old. My guide told me that most were from Earth, and many were ancient and rare. All of the books had digital copies, and they could be searched in the stream, but there was also an index in physical format.

It was a lengthy process to search through indexes to find what Sorchen wanted me to see, but we wound up in the Art section looking at a book about the Sistine Chapel. It was written in an Earth language, so I couldn't read it, but Sorchen told me to take pictures of a few of the pages and of the index and to translate it later when we'd left the Preservation Library.

The next place she took me was the Graphics section. Graphics? We were looking at comic books? Ancient Earth art and comic books? No wonder I had been unable to find anything about Siblin Lone Warrior Nun on my own.

She led me to a section where an entire shelf was laden with Graphics in Shurwinn. Pointing at them she said, "That's what you're looking for."

I nodded to the volumes, "A whole shelf of them?"

She nodded back, "Yes, they were very popular, and about ten years ago, they were printed in a special edition for the thirtieth anniversary."

I picked up the first book. On the cover was a drawing of a very young woman with a round face, brown skin, brown eyes, and a long dark brown braid. Her mouth was open in a wide snarl, and her eyebrows were furrowed in a scowl. She held a staff in her right hand and looked like she was shaking it menacingly at the reader. The title read Chaludra in a big, bold font. And then smaller, Warrior Priestess of Lone Rock Mountain.

Chills went down my spine. "Warrior Priestess," I said in a quiet voice. "Like 'Warrior Nun.' Isn't a priestess like a nun? I don't know much about religion."

She nodded. "That's immediately what I thought of. The rest of it will make sense once you translate the other book and read one of these graphics. Now, since you have brought me this very interesting query, I have a question for you!"

I replied with an ironic smile, "Ask any question…"

She nodded, "Now you're getting it. Where did you hear 'Siblin Lone Warrior Nun?' There must be an interesting story behind all this."

"Oh yeah— complete with mysterious mirkas and unfathomable old ladies. Let's get lunch, and I'll tell you all about it."

I added a few volumes of Chaludra to the stack of erotica books I held, and we headed to the dining hall.

Magic Hour imagining of Chaludra.

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