Ultima VII/Black Gate: Pleasant Dreams, Avatar (MF, F-solo, computer game 
fanfic, heroic fantasy, stroke, UNFINISHED) 
by Christine Indigo, aka Green Leafy Dragon (christineindigo@juno.com) 
WRITTEN FOR AND DEDICATED TO: A friend, who will remain anonymous for now. A few 
months ago, I promised hir that I would write hir a [Lord 
British|Shamino]/[Female Avatar|Mary Sue] story, and this was one of my 
unfinished attempts. 
DISCLAIMERS AND DISTRIBUTION RIGHTS: Ultima and all of the characters in this 
story belong to Origin Systems and Richard "Lord British" Garriott (and I hope 
that both of them take this in the affectionate spirit in which it was 
intended), but the story itself belongs to me. You may add this to any 
noncommercial electronic archive and/or repost this to any free 
newsgroup/forum/BBS/whatever, as long as my name and this disclaimer are not 
removed. This story has sexual situations, so if you are under 18, go away. 
The Avatar thought that she was still dreaming when she felt Lord British's hand 
on her shoulder. Then, as she slowly drifted back into consciousness, she 
remembered that she had been sleeping in his bed. Startled, she opened her eyes 
and pulled away from his touch. His hand slid off of her fully-clothed body and 
on to the bed sheets. The Avatar turned over and watched as he, sleepily, pulled 
the hand back in and rolled back over to the other side of the bed, away from 
her. I wonder if he was awake enough to know that it was me he was touching, she 
thought. She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. 
An hour later, she was still trying to fall asleep. Nell, she thought. He 
probably thought that I was Nell. Her mind raced as she thought of what might 
have happened if she had been Nell. Her breath quickened as the thoughts of what 
might have happened between them became more and more explicit. Carrioco, she 
knew, as loving as he was, couldn't have been completely responsible for the 
well-fucked glow that floated around Nell like mist around a waterfall. She 
turned over onto her side and started to stroke herself between her closed, 
folded legs. Lord British was snoring on the other side of the bed. I might be 
able to get myself off without waking him up, she thought. 
After a while, she had managed to arouse herself to the point where she no 
longer cared if she woke him up. Her fingers hurt from moving them around 
rapidly in a tight spot, so she rolled over on her back, spread her legs wide, 
and continued masturbating. By that time, she was so wet that she had to stop 
every so often and wipe herself off with the top sheet. The loss of tension when 
she did this, and the loss of friction against her pussy when she didn't, kept 
her frustratingly below her boiling point. Only the constant flow of images 
through her mind of the man beside her making love to her in every way known in 
Britannia kept her from giving up. 
She suddenly realized that her Lord had stopped snoring. Opening her eyes, she 
saw him sitting facing her in the middle of the bed, the blue blanket bunched 
around his otherwise naked body. He was watching the motions of her hand 
underneath the sheet with great interest. The Avatar blushed crimson. 
"My Lord, I...Oh!" She moaned helplessly as the orgasm that she had been 
struggling to reach shot through her like an arrow from a longbow. 
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NOTE: Does anyone want to finish this story? Email me.