by Amira Rain
The Mist showed images of themselves floating in the air. It was a wonderful spectacle. With great contentment, Annabel watched voyeuristically as the enchanted reflections exhibited her full and buxom body pressed against Dirk’s taut, golden-brown one. She breathed deeply as the Mist mirrored the sight of Dirk laying her down onto soft moss and stepping back only to pull the loose shirt and pants off himself. His face had been hard and stoic, with bits of perspiration around his forehead. His rippling body looked better than it ever had, with his chest expanding and contracting rapidly, obviously in response to the moment’s heat. And finally, Annabel laid eyes on his impressive, thick and engorged manhood.
With gusto, Dirk dove down on Annabel, planting a flurry of kisses on her face, then slowly working his way down her neck, chest, and stomach. Occasionally he would heighten the intensity of the situation with a few nibbles on Annabel’s higher up on body. Then, he would halt his oral campaign to Annabel’s loins to then return higher up on her torso to lick, bite and scratch a particularly sensitive bit of skin. To this, Annabel would gasp in satisfaction; pulling Dirks face into the plot of flesh he was currently titillating. Like a master multi-tasker, his mouth continued to venerate her body by bathing her body with kisses while his hands gently pulled and tickled the ends of her hardened teats. When she was nearly reeling in bliss from the overload of the experience, his hands switched tasks, the left alternating between petting the front and back of her while the right started down at her knees and walked its way steadily upwards, all the while burrowing between her legs.
As his larger body covered hers, Annabel felt like she was being wrapped in a bedspread of carnal ardor. From neck to extremities, Dirk was all over her, instinctively rubbing, licking, sucking, and gnawing with incomprehensible precision yet with perfect delicateness. Even if the Mist hadn’t surrounded them in an enchanted wrap of warmth, and was instead bitterly cold, Annabel swore she wouldn’t have felt it, not with the heat rolling off the two of them. And with the heat, came a deep, damp sensation in Annabel, like a waterfall had taken the place of her nethers. She had never been so ready for anything than for what was to come soon. Now, his left hand was at her navel while his right hand was buried in the midst of her thighs. Not too slow and not too quickly, they were converging together.
“Such perfect pace!” Annabel’s mind screamed. In response, the mystic ensemble took the sound of resonating trumpets and ringing bells.
She looked down her body towards her lover’s face as he lowered himself down her frame. Dirk looked up to meet her stare his eyes, never moving while the point of his tongue snaked across the very edges of her lower torso and into a modest patch of golden grass. Taking time to smell the field of blonde hair, Dirk’s head and hands met together and with a momentous push, swung Annabel’s legs apart. The lad’s firm lips then placed a kiss where Annabel had been told no proper man should ever kiss a woman; but Dirk was no proper man, he was far better. He was an adventurous rogue who tenderly covered, then, entered Annabel’s loins in a way she believed no man would.
Dirk rocked his tongue back and forth inside Annabel almost like a bear attempting to find the last bit of honey inside a hive, hidden in the hollow of a tree. Moving her head about in ecstasy, Annabel would occasionally look back down to the visible part of Dirks face. She loved to see so far down on her, his nostrils flaring out of zealousness. His hands massaged her ample legs, while his eyes were permanently fixated on her full ruby lips, and his mouth focused on the pair below. The encompassing pleasure took all of the guilt that Annabel was trained to feel and pulled all traces of it from her mind. This wasn’t something to be humiliated by but to celebrate.
The stillness that had been broken by the echoes of tearing cloth was now replaced by the growing moans. As Dirk continued burying his head inside, Annabel groaned louder and louder. The sensation he had gifted her with grew even greater as Dirk’s wonderful hands had moved up her legs cupping her posterior. He would playfully squeeze and caress it, while he more ardently gorged on her flower just above. In between gasps and cries of delight, Annabel would look around to observe the reflections in the Mist. While his fine body was hid from most of her view, she took joy in the sight of Dirk who she could see at all angles in the magic mirrors, his tail erect and wagging furiously. The added stimulus of voyeuristically seeing what she was feeling was almost too much. Despite the undulating flutters of elation coursing through her, she wanted to see her lover’s sweet face up close before progressing. With a gentle tug, she pulled on his rich, black hair, beckoning him back to her face.
Dirk returned again making his tongue meander in delightful detours up her front. The sensation felt like a tease, but it was a long and wonderful tease. In a circle around her navel, over her stomach, across both breasts, and zigzagging up her neck he drew lines with his tongue. Finally he traversed up her chin until pulling his head back to rest his eyes on hers.
Now, both of their bodies were coated in sweat, which seemed to react with the Mist to produce an effervescent, saccharine aura around their bodies. It was as if the passion they possessed was manifested into the ether, covering them like a warm, linen blanket. The sensation was so strange to Annabel; she felt that this was what it must‘ve been like to be struck by lightning. With Dirks perspiring face now fresh in her mind, Annabel’s eyes flashed. Without a word, Dirk understood the signal and acted without hesitation. His bestial nature took hold of him and he went from gentle and passive to aggressive and hardened. With a mighty single toss, he flipped Annabel over and guided her body into position. Eagerly, but still affectionately, he placed her head and shoulders low towards the soft ground and raised her rear high to the wide sky.
The feeling of anticipation that the pose brought was immense to Annabel. She looked to the side to see a parallel image in the Mist, the vision showed her there, ready and waiting to have a man truly deep inside her. Her eagerness was elevated to greater heights as Dirk ran fingers along side the damp gates to her forbidden cavern. He probed and wheedled at them for an age until eventually grabbing Annabel by the back of her neck and with careful meticulousness moved into her.
Annabel gasped as Dirk thrust into her but she didn’t know that it was only just the end of his prick. While she was still reveling in the new pleasure, he thrust again shoving his whole manhood into her. This carefully planned tactic achieved its goal as Annabel yelled wildly into the air, “yes. Yes!” Staying the course, Dirk continued to plunge deep into her making her shake with the force of impelling motion, getting faster and faster as he did it. Annabel reached back to dig her nails into his hide, squeezing harder and harder as he thrust faster.
The scent of the raw earth filled Annabel’s nose and her ears were graced by sounds of lapping and grunting. Following those utterances came a series of words Annabel couldn’t determine, but still loved to hear. While the meaning wasn’t clear, the sentiment was. The sweet nothings Dirk murmured filled Annabel with affection for him, greater than she thought she could feel for anything or anyone.
Dirk switching once again from masculine dominance to sweet delicateness turned Annabel back over to gaze on her fair face. Without losing pace, Dirk continued to roll into Annabel evenly and with steady zest. His arms cradled her head and in response, she wrapped her legs around him. As wave after wave of satisfaction washed into Annabel’s core, she felt like the two of them could stay this way forever, an eternally paired couple. In fact, it almost seemed that that was the case. Save the lights and music of the Mist everything else stopped. Time was a lie, an illusion that had faded like Annabel and Dirk’s care for the rest of the wild, violent world they came from. The only thing that mattered was the euphoric music they produced with the Mist, the lights and reflections in it, and each other.
In the Mist, the symphony of strings and reeds ascended to new heights of complexity and magnificence. The lights and reflections began to shift from the hues of red and green to all colors. An ever-changing rainbow danced
in front of the two as they stared deeply into each other. Annabel had now had her fingers firmly fixed into Dirks backside, while Dirk continued to caress and cradle Annabel’s head. Form there, they moved, still connected, changing position and placement. They wrapped, cuddled, and coiled about each other taking conjoined shapes just as varied, creative, and novel as the ever-shifting Mist itself. And in unison, they came to a final posture.
With a heft, Dirk settled back on his haunches then he himself laid down on his back bringing Annabel with him. Now she sat mounted on him, enthroned and in control. At first she felt nervous, even scared to take charge, but with time, she eased into it, to both of their satisfactions. Keeping even with the beat of the music around them, Annabel rocked and turned and twirled around watching Dirk’s face light up and contort in jubilant response. Now she felt like a queen, only far more revered. She cooed in revelry in place now able to feel every last inch of Dirk inside her.
Instead of images of herself and Dirk, Annabel saw in front of her a white daffodil in the midst of blooming. A growing sensation deep side Annabel’s pelvis developed with the mirage of the flower. As the petals began to unfurl, Annabel and Dirk both felt inundated in ecstasy. As the music grew to a resounding finale, Annabel felt every muscle, every fiber, every tendon tighten. The two of them began to grab everywhere on their bodies and on each other’s. And in unison, the music and lights climaxed in a stupendous finish while Annabel and Dirk’s bodies, minds and voices flared into an explosion of simultaneous pleasure. The valley filled with the reverberating echo of their twin screams of sensual euphoria. As their cries of delight rang out into the sky, the Mist opened up, revealing a blue-black sea above filled with countless shining stars.
Before her, Annabel saw the flower erupt into a flurry of petals that became as luminescent and brilliantly as the rays of the noonday sun. The petals of light filtered down to the ground to form a series of complex, wondrous patterns shifting into new shapes. As she hoped, her resolution brought her the radiant serenity she had anticipated. All of perseverance of enduring her mother, searching for her ideal man, all things had become aligned. Everything had properly fallen into place.
Around them, the chorus of the Mist quieted into a softer lullaby melody. But neither Annabel nor Dirk heard it. They didn’t see the paling reflections of themselves in the enchanted air around them, nor even the flashes of the things to come. They didn’t notice the visions of what their life together was going to be like, nor the coming of time filled by companionship and accomplishment. They didn’t even feel the earth beneath them, which was now damp with sweat. Nothing else mattered, not the past, not the future, not even the wonders of the Mist. The only time of importance was the instant of right now. Likewise, they were only thing important to each other.
Joyous tears began to well in Annabel‘s eyes in the realization of her achievement. After years of patient waiting, enduring her mother, ignoring dejection of her community Annabel had at last done it. She had found a man to appreciate and respect her. She had cultivated a relationship with this man. And to consummate this bond she had finally created a perfect moment in time.
The End
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