8 comments/ 13082 views/ 15 favorites My Woodland Dream By: trulyamnear It was the smell that brought me back first. The musty tapestries and dried flowers that lined the walls, the June sun through the stained glass windows illuminating the dust that filled the air in greens and purples, but doing nothing to warm the cold stone of the church. I was brought back to Sunday morning services, attending with my Nana, and now a decade later we were here to bury her. I carried her, with my father and the other pallbearers, out of the church and into the sunlight, laying her to rest beside her husband, albeit near on 30 years later. I had cried many times since her death a week earlier, but I still had tears to shed for that moment, lowering her into the ground with a stark finality. The crowd started to clear and as the other attendees piled into their cars, I decided the short walk to my Nana's house would do me good to clear my head. I hoped a fence, and headed across the field to the footpath that would lead me to the back of Nana's land, ripping my suit trousers in the process. Dad would be pissed if he found out I damaged the suit he'd let me borrow. Hopefully I'll get to my sewing kit before he finds out. Scrambling over the iron railings, I was again in a place that had been so familiar to me all those years ago. Nana had lived in this house, in this village her entire married life. It sat on 2 acres of land and to one side was the woodland that became my childhood playground. Back then I would visit Nana every weekend, as my parents went about their busy lives. She spoilt me, as the only child of an only child she said it was my birthright. It had torn apart my ten-year-old world when we had to move away, my Dad's work relocating us to the other side of the country, after that only seeing her at Christmas and Easter. She had been my confidant, my ally against the strict rules my parents imposed. I thought I missed her then, but the feeling now was so much worse. My secrets were my own from that day. My first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first broken heart. The hatred I felt from my Dad when I told him I wanted to study fashion design, not physics or medicine or law, like him. My first job out of university, as an apprentice for a fashion house, and the devastation of then losing it, in the economic downturn. She would have known what to say, which fairytale or anecdote to bring me back to reality. Walking through the woodlands I remembered how my love of fashion really started with her. The afternoons we spent sewing tiny outfits to leave for the fairies. Dresses and trousers and even miniature boots that we would place by the old tree stump, only for them to be gone the next day, replaced by an offering of glass beads, at the time me believing that it wasn't just Nana switching them when my back was turned. We would spent hours in the woods, amongst the 100 year old oaks as she recanted tales of Cadmium, a young fairy child of my age, and the adventures he would have with his many siblings. I didn't feel the loneliness of being an only child when I was here with Nana and her fairies. Sitting down on the tree stump lost in my memories, I saw a flash of light out of the corner of my eye. A small yellow and white striped birthday candle, planted in the ground, lay alight. My first thought was, of course; it's the Summer solstice. On the longest day of the year Nana and I would help prepare for a festival the fairies held. We would make special clothes; collect berries I was told were their favorites and light candles for the celebration that would take place, after we went to bed. But then I snapped back to the present, suddenly on edge that some unidentified person was here with me in the woods. I called out 'hello' and searched around the nearest trees. A neighborhood kid perhaps? Someone who Nana let share in her secret world? No-one was there. I knelt and lowered my head to blow out the candle. As the flame extinguished it seemed to suck the air from my lungs with it. I stood as a crushing pain spread over every pore of my body as I saw the world around me stretch and expand. The trees shot up into the sky and the nearby stump receded. I gasped for breath as the woodland took on giant proportions, even the small yellow candle now reaching knee height. Stunned I finally felt able to breathe, taking in large gasps of oxygen to still my spinning head, only to inhale smoke from the dying candle in front of me. A tap on my shoulder, I spun, now face-to-face with eyes of deep blue, I fell back taking the candle with me. "What, by all that is good and true, do you think you're doing!" he spoke. The lithe form of a man stood before me, tattered clothes but clean and strong, blonde hair cascading past his shoulders. And eyes, so deep the sky itself would look away and blush. I lay there unable for form words. "And ..." he continued, "Why do you have Nana's eyes?" My mind fought to understand the question amidst the turmoil. Nana's eyes? I knew I had her eyes, the green that skipped my father and went straight from her to me. A special bond we shared. But how did this man know of Nana? "I ... I ..." nothing came out. "Bastian?!" he said my name. How did he know my name? "You must be Bastian. I can't believe after all these years. All the stories Nana would tell of her grandson Bastian and the exotic places he would visit, of schools and shopping centers filled with humans. Oh ... " he paused before continuing, "I'm so sorry Nana went away. We all miss her terribly and you must too. She really was the only human dear to me." Why did he keep saying 'human' like that? It was then that I saw, as he brushed the trailing hair behind his ears, ears that tapered to points in the corner. "Fairy!" I exclaimed, accusingly. "Well we prefer Fey, but Nana did always insist on Fairy." He extended his hand to me, "I'm Cadmium, but most call me Cad." He hand came into mine, palm pressed to palm, a grip and then he pulled me to my feet, looking down at my now mud covered as well as torn trousers. "What? What's going on? What happened to the world? How did it everything get so big?" My words spilled out. He laughed. Laughed at me! "Well, I'm sorry about that, I'm really not supposed to. And, just so you know, they world isn't really big, you're just really small." He continued to laugh before looking to our hands, still joined. I pulled mine back and blushed. "And be glad I remembered your clothes, a few times when Nana came to visit I forgot, and that's a sight you can never un-see." My hand felt lonely without his, calloused as it was, although unlike mine it was unlikely because of years at a sewing machine. He glanced down and I could tell by his expression that he felt the same. "Come," he said, "My family will be so excited to meet you." He grabbed my hand again and pulled me through the thick reeds and uneven rubble. I stumbled and looking down saw a football. But it wasn't, it was unmistakably an acorn. Cad jumped elegantly between scattered rocks as I lumbered behind, struggling to keep up. We neared a ledge, perhaps twice my height; the tree stump. At the base was a hollow in the wood and it was through this that Cad crawled, looking back to ensure I followed. Once we scrambled down between the thick, vines that draped throughout the hollow we entered a cavern. Light broke through the cracked ceiling above. There were tunnels heading off in many directions. Cad held on to me again taking me to the farthest from the entrance. It was growing dark but there was a warm glow ahead, beginning to take over my senses. A small fire in the center of a mud lined room. I next noticed eyes peaking out at me from the hovels dark recesses. I stopped in my tracks and felt that I had been led into the lions' den. Cad spoke, "It's ok. This is Bastian. Nana's Bastian." Silence. "Look, look at his eyes." A man stepped forward first. At least half a foot higher than my 5' 10", or at least he would be if I were still that height. He was strong, had thick muscles and hair dominating the considerable space he took up. He held my chin up, I trembled but Cad squeezed my hand, reassuringly. The mistrust on the man's face dissolved into a smile. "It is him, children, wife, it's ok. Nana's grandchild would never hurt us." After their father spoke, four others, three girls and one boy, emerged from the shadows. The oldest looked to be a few years older than me, and the youngest a teenager. I noticed the oldest girl's dress. The pattern reminded me of a pair of Nana's old curtains. We cut them up and made dresses for all the fairies of her stories, to celebrate the solstice. An older woman was the last to approach. Her face was creased and warm. Cad presented me to her and only let go of my hand when she pulled me into the tightest hug. "Welcome to my home Bastian. Nana visited us many times and we were devastated when she went away. Please make yourself at home here. My name is Rhodium; this is my husband Cobalt and my children, Nickel, Ruthenium, Yttrium and Rhenium. And, Cadmium, of course, you've met. Although I'm not sure he may ever be allowed to leave his room again, after what he's done." Stepping back from her embrace, I shot a worried look to Cad, before he smiled and laughed again, his mother joining in. "Come," Cad said, "There's so much I want to show you." He led me back to the main cavern and off down a second tunnel, which became narrower and steeper as we ascended, finally emerging through a tight gap into the sunlight. The textures beneath me were so familiar, even at this unfamiliar scale. We were standing on top of the tree stump. From here I could see through the trees to Nana's house on the edge of the wood. In other directions were dense ferns, a small stream that ran only after heavy rain. But the sight most enchanting was the man that stood before me. In the sun his hair was aglow, his blue eyes at the same height of my green. The shorts and top he wore were roughly sewn, and revealed the thick, blonde hair that covered his legs and arms. He was beautiful and I felt inadequate, standing in my father's ill-fitting suit, swallowing my too-skinny frame. As I stared at him, physically unable to look away, the sounds of the birds above melting into silence, his hand came to my face. What ever was written over it I knew he could now read. As his fingers traveled up, tangling with my grown-out brown locks, he removed all space between us, tension replacing the excitement of a few moments ago. "Bastian," his breath carried the sound to my ear, "I waited so long to meet you. I feel I've known you all my life. I ... " The universe paused for a heartbeat and then his lips were on mine, his fingers massaging my scalp. My eyes closed as I felt the heat and earthiness of his body wrapped around me. In a single instant the warmth was gone and I was thrown into blackness. I opened my eyes and felt the grain of the top of the tree stump against my face. I stood and looked down at it, barely up to my shin. Cad was gone and I was alone in the woodland, battling against the knowledge that it had all been a dream. My Woodland Dream Ch. 02 The long awaited sunset had begun and I made my way into the house to face the crowds. Thankfully most of the mourners had left, and only the closer of my Dad's cousins remained behind to help in the cleanup. "Bastian! Where have you been?" My Mother squawked. Like she cared. My Dad was in the lounge talking with his uncle, my Nana's brother. "So Philip, with your mother passed, have you put any thought into what you're going to do with this old place? You know I have a friend on the golfing circuit that has been buying up land in the area. Two acres could fetch a million easy, knock this ruin down and build some nice new flats." "What!" I yelled, "You can't let them tear down Nana's house. She would have never allowed it. She loved this house and the woodlands." My heart pounded as I thought back to my dream, unable to shake its hold on me. "Now listen here, Bastian, this is not your decision to make and Lord knows we could use the money after all that we wasted on you and your so-called degree." Dad, as ever, took any chance he could to throw that back at me. I stormed upstairs as my anger boiled. Nana would be rolling in her grave if she knew he wanted to sell this place to developers. She lived here all her married life. Ok so, in the last few years as she got older, a few parts fell into disrepair, but it was nothing a little love and attention couldn't fix. I couldn't let him do this. I slept that night in the room I always slept in here. It was as I left it ten years ago and it saddened me to think that Nana had missed me as much as I missed her. In the early morning my mother woke me. "Bastian. Bastian!" she yelled, "You have half an hour then we're leaving. Your Dad has work today, so if you don't want to have to make your own way back, be in the car in 30 minutes." I pulled the duvet over my head and fell into a sound sleep. The dream enveloped me again, but this time going straight to the kiss. I felt the pressure of Cad's lips on mine, before I opened my eyes. "Hmmm." I lost myself in it. "Sorry to wake you, but I couldn't resist. And I'm sorry about before. It was my first kiss, you see, and it was such a rush and I panicked." I let his words hang in the air, my brain still clouded with sleep, unable to make sense of them. "Was it like that for you, when I restored you to your normal size? I've never done it to myself before and it felt like all the elements in my body were separating." Something switched in my brain. I sat upright, making Cad recoil off the bed. 'It was not a dream.' My mind screamed in comprehension. No dream could feel this real. Nana's stories were all true. I leapt forward, grasping onto Cad, desperate to have the tangible proof in my arms that I wasn't going crazy. His solid frame supported mine and held on tightly as I shook from the sudden rush of adrenalin. "I thought it was a dream," I said, pathetically. "I'm real Bastian, here..." He took my hand and held it to his chest to prove his point. The evidence of a beating heart, although amounting to nothing, felt colossal in that moment. I stroked the hair of his chest beneath my hand, before leaning to kiss where I had just stroked. He lifted my gaze, and sitting there side-by-side on the bed, he kissed me with a passion that would ruin me for any other. His tongue emerged and then with a curiosity all its own, explored my lips and mouth. I fell back on the bed and he followed, maneuvering his body over mine, connecting us head to toe. His arms pushing into the worn out springs either side of me, one leg came to rest between my thighs. I felt his wanting pulse against my own and begin a torturously gentle grind. As he kissed his hips moved with the same rhythm, creating a glorious friction that had me moaning into his open mouth. "Cad I want you to take me," I said, not bothering to hide my longing. "Are you certain?" he asked, looking down on me, "I've waited a lifetime and I don't want to rush this." "It's like you said, I feel like I've know you for that lifetime. Please, I need you." With that he rose to kneeling, removing his threadbare top before watching me pull off the t-shirt I wore to bed. As his fingers explored my smooth chest I went, again, into the coarse curls that covered his torso. Placing my hands on the bed either side of me I pushed up, extricating my legs from between his. I gestured for him to lie down, watching his beautiful hair fan out over the pillow. Leaning over, my tongue first found his ear. I licked from the join at the bottom to the pointed tip, fascinated by it. "Hmm, that feels good," he responded, "Aahh." I had started to nibble along the edge of the other ear. My arm rested casually over his body, but I felt him shift, his crotch desperately searching for contact. So, straddling his thighs, I relented and began undoing the complicated lacing of the front of his trousers. Rising off the bed to allow me to pull them down, I discovered he wore no underwear. His penis, now free to the air, jutted out from a dense bush. Scootching further down, I lowered my face to his crotch, inhaling the earthiness I first encountered when we kissed. Bottled nature was the only description that seemed adequate. I licked the crevice at the top of his thigh and then moved down over his balls, half licking, half nuzzling. Starting at the base, my mouth and tongue traveled up to the head of his cock, over the skin that protected it. My tongue probed the slit as he cried out nonsensical pleas. Carefully pushing back the folds, as I had learnt to do from years of watching porn, I caressed just the tip in my mouth. I then suddenly forced down, taking him to the back of my mouth, reaching my hand to grasp the two or so inches that were left. Breathing no longer a priority, I employed lips and tongue and cheeks to massage his cock as I held it in my mouth. After a few undulations I pulled off, his hips attempting to follow me as I rose. My mouth traced with pre-come, I moved forward to kiss his lips once more. His eyes closed a second before mine, his face an expression of bliss. I stood, pulling down my boxers, before walking naked to my rucksack, eyes on me. At the bottom I found the bottle of lube I used for wanking. "Cad, I want you to be my first." I saw confusion on his face, looking down at the bottle. "This will help," I continued, "I've not done this before and I'm guessing you haven't either," he shook his head, "But trust me, this will help." "I trust you Bastian, with my life, with my body, and with my cock," he added smirking. I straddled his body again, and squeezing lube into my fingers, brought them to my arsehole. I pushed the tip of one finger inside. I was tense, but could feel my way deeper with first one, then two fingers. Pausing to add more lube, Cad then reached up and began to stroke my thighs. One hand then took hold of my shaft, and I let out a long sigh, that took with it all apprehension I still held. His oceanic blue eyes focused completely on me, I knew I was ready. Reaching underneath me, I coated the length of his hardness with more lubrication. I held him steady as I came up onto my knees, lined myself up and then slowly eased down. I felt the edge of my hole stretch around his cock, his hand still steadily massaging me. Tilting my hips forward, I was able to move down, inch after slippery inch disappearing within me. I removed my hand as I settled in his lap. The ache was soon drowned out by Cad's continual motion on my penis. His rough hands showing a gentility that took my breath away. Still on my knees, I started to rise up. I could feel the swollen head within me, dragging over my prostate, a delicious thrum. Although outwardly silent I could see extreme concentration in Cad's eyes. He was holding back and I felt it as a tension beneath me. "This feels, ahh --" I moved down again repeating the assault on my inner nerve endings, "So good, ahh --" a rhythm built, "But please, ahh, please, ahh, god yes --" Catching on to my words Cad moved both hands to my waist, gripping tight. As I next lowered onto him he simultaneously pushed me down and thrusted up. Ecstasy, it was ecstasy. "Yes, Cad, yes, ahh." The heat rose up through my body, I became lightheaded, he forced himself deeper in me, sweat from the friction between us building. I rolled my hips as he plunged into my channel, leaning back to get the most of him. "Close, ahh, there, mmm, there!" I moaned as his engorged manhood ran the length of my prostate one final time before I felt it pulse inside me. I continued to roll my hips, squeezing my cheeks to ebb out his orgasm. As I did so, his hand came back to me, stroked firmly once initiating my own surge of cum, hypersensitive to each spasm that hit. Wonderment in his eyes, he licked from his hand, first tentatively, then with resolve. I had to kiss him, so leaning forward, all strength gone from my legs, I plunged my tongue into his cum-coated mouth. I rolled next to him, our arms and legs a tangled mess. Blue reflecting green, our eyes slowly shut and we drifted off to sleep. My Woodland Dream Ch. 03 I stared at him, at peace in my arms, his soft breathing almost purr-like. "Hello," he stirred. Once awake I dressed him in some of my baggier clothes, although he looked ridiculous, his ethereal beauty bound up in cords and a shirt and tank top. I took his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen. I noticed the back door, open from when he first ventured in. "Breakfast?" I questioned, "I'm sorry I don't even know what you eat." "We eat what we can find. Anything's fine. Unless ..." a smile broke, "Do you have peanut butter? Nana brought it once or twice and it was by far the most delicious thing I ever tasted ... present company excluded." "Let's see," I blushed. I began rummaging through the cupboards. My parents had cleared the fridge and freezer, but there was still food in the larder, including ... Stepping back out, I held the jar behind my back. "Well what do we have here?" I teased, "If you want it, it'll cost you." "Cost me?" he looked confused. "I don't understand you." "You know, like money, or ... well I was thinking more along the lines of a kiss. You really don't understand, do you?" His face a picture of innocence. "Out here in the world, we have to pay for stuff. Get money from working and spend it on ... whatever." "What work do you do?" I frowned, "Well I was working for a designer, clothes. Like what you're wearing now. I made that. I make most of my clothes. You like?" "It's ... different," my face fell at his words, "But I like it very much. It's better than the things you used to make us, not that we weren't grateful." With that, he leant towards me and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. Payment enough for the peanut butter, as I delighted in his expression, presenting it to him. We sat at the kitchen table, Cad with the peanut butter jar and a spoon and me with an overly large mug of black coffee. He held the spoon out and I licked it as seductively as I could with it sticking to the roof of my mouth. "You know, Nana never talked about money, we gave her gifts, flowers and the stones we grew. I suppose that was payment." "No," I corrected him, "Nana wasn't looking to get paid. She took care of you because she loved you. I didn't realize, but I guess we both did." That last part didn't go unmissed by Cad. "And now?" he asked. His breath visibly catching in his throat. The universe fell silent. "Now ... now ... Cad ..." I reached for him, holding his hands in mine, "You're my dream ... I ... I can't do anything but love you." He gripped on tight to me, palm pushing into palm. I felt the power beneath his skin. Some otherworldly strength he held and harnessed. "You, Bastian, I've been waiting for all my life. You are my love." I turned in my chair and with chests flattened against each other; his tilted his head for our lips to meet. I explored the corner of his mouth, clearing a stray smear of peanut butter, petting my way back to his top lip, a moan passing between us. Our hands still joined, crushed together, our kiss lasted. "Bloody hell!" I cursed loudly. We broke apart, Cad cowering away. "Shit, I'm sorry," I composed myself, "The house. My Dad wants to sell the house." The argument with my Dad and Uncle from the day before came back to me. "They're going to sell Nana's house. Sell the woodland." "How do you mean? My family has lived in those woodlands for many generations." "But, no, they want to sell it developers. They'd cut down the woodland. Destroy everything," I had risen to a panic, suddenly aware of how much more the woodland meant to me than just 24 hours earlier. "We need to speak to my Father," Cad said, striding towards the kitchen door and out into the midday sun. I followed behind, barefoot on the blanched lawn. We stopped when we reached the tree stump and Cad took a step away from me. "I'll go first. Don't move a muscle." He held his hands together, as if about to prey, but then a look of focus came over his face. Eyes closed, a glow spread down his arms, concentrating down his forearms, wrists and to pinpoints of light at his fingertips. It was subtle at first, but I watched in awe as he began to shrink, still perfectly in proportion. From my height, he was barely visible on the leaf littered woodland floor. I didn't dare move for fear of hurting him. Thankfully, I didn't have a chance to worry as I soon saw the world on steroids, dwarfing me in every direction. I settled, standing beside him once more, relief, filling me before I saw his expression strained and the tears in his perfect eyes. Immediately, he took off towards the entrance to their underground home. Shouting, "Father, Mother, Sisters, Brother! Come, please, quickly." "Cadmium! Cadmium, what's wrong dearest?" His mother was the first to emerge into the hollow under the tree stump. Soon the rest of the family assembled. "Bastian?" Cad motioned for me to explain. "I'm so sorry. It's just, my family. They want to sell Nana's house and land, to developers. They would turn in all into flats or houses or something." My heart broke as the color drained from their faces. "We cannot allow that to happen," Cad's father's deep voice filled the cavern. "I don't know what I can do. They're expecting a million pounds or more. That's a lot of money for humans," desperately I tried to explain. "Will we have to move, Father?" Cad's youngest sister Rhenium, asked. "Can we not reason with them?" another spoke, before bursting into tears. "Nana always took care of us, but now she's gone. But as long as we're together that's all that matters." Rhodium's motherly instincts kicked in, as she tried to comfort her children. "A million ..." "Huh?" I responded to Cad's whispered mumbling. "A million. Nana always used to say the beads we made were worth a million. A million what I don't know," he finished. "The beads? You mean the glass beads I would find hidden in amongst the roots." "Glass? Silicon? Oxygen? No," he continued, "Carbon, diamond. They're my specialty. Beautiful when they catch the light." "The beads are diamond? That's ... wow!" I was lost for words, an idea rapidly forming in my head. "Diamonds are very valuable to humans. Nana's beads, she kept them in her jewelry box. The other one, not the one my Mum would rummage through when she visited. They can't have found it. If they're still there. Where would she? Let me think. But I'd have to ..." The cogs were turning now. "Yes?!?" Cad looked towards me, exasperated by my disjointed thoughts. "Don't you see? I can sell the beads and use the money to pay off my parents. That's all they care about, the money. I'd have to make sure they didn't find out where it came from, or they'd think they were entitled to it. We have to search, now!" "Good luck," Cad's sisters screamed, as I set off running, with him in tow, towards the house. I was so fired up; it was only hitting the ground, after tripping on a divot, that I allowed Cad to transform us back to our larger size. I barely let the disorientation halt me, continuing into the house and up towards Nana's bedroom. Her jewelry box was on the chest of drawers. Empty save for an old watch, as I expected. Vultures! I just had to remember where she hid her real keep safes. A secret I never told. Scanning the room, lightning struck. Cad entered the room, breathless. "It's here," I exclaimed, pointing towards a statue of a fairy on her bookshelf. It was porcelain, delicately painted in pinks and greens. The girl could have been modeled on any one of Cad's sisters, more true to reality than the craftsman could have known. Lifting the fairy from its base, I turned the stand over in my hands. Underneath I pealed back a corner of felt to reveal a latch. Sliding it back, the box opened, Nana's beads glistening safely inside. Prologue: "My hands are smaller than yours, I think you shrunk me too much." "No I didn't, they've always been that small." Cad and I lay side by side, partially shaded by ferns. I felt the soft moss beneath me, and curled my feet into the woodland's carpet. It had rained the day before, but today the sun shone and, by the evening, the ground had all but dried. "It was worth the walk, though, to see the river." Cad looked over at me. "First, it's not a river, it's a tiny stream, and second, if you hadn't insisted on getting there the small way," as I now called it, "we could have been here in minutes." "Now where's the adventure in that?" He was right, as usual, and exploring the woodlands with Cad made everything appear to me in a new light. His love for the natural world around him was infectious and, although he would also spend time with me in the house, it was clear this was where he felt at ease. "Here." He collected a dewdrop in his cupped hands and let me lap at it. I splashed the remainder towards him. "Hey!" He leapt, pinning me to the ground, water dripping from the end of his nose to mine. I licked it and claimed his lips an instant after. My hands pinned either side of my head, I did all I could to torture my captor. I shifted, forcing his legs either side of my own, grinding up until I could feel his stiffness protruding. "Minx." He shot back. I loved to see him above me, golden hair falling like an angel. I tried to get closer to his lips, but he held me down. "What do you want?" he teased. "You, I want you." "What on this Earth could you want from me? More beads?" he laughed. There had been more than enough, collected by Nana over the years. Cad would forge them from the deepest roots, using untold energy to separate the elements and reform them into near-perfect crystals. I looked, at first to sell them to get the money, but Nana helped me out one more time. Although the house and land had to go to my Dad, her possessions were left to me, her only grandchild. I never saw her other jewelry again, unsurprisingly, but the beads rightfully belonged to me, so I agreed a trade with my parents. They valued the collection at 1.2 millions pounds, the auctioneer believing the story that they had been gifts collected over the years, a partial truth. After the ugly greed I saw from my Mum and Dad that day, I was even more overjoyed to not longer be under their roof, leaving to live in Nana's old house. "No more beads," I pouted at Cad, "You know what I want." If he was going to make me beg, I was more than willing to play along. After the, at least, three-hour hike in the July sun, we had made it across the woodland, to the so-called river. The flow was fast, as it took the rain waters far away, so we stayed near the edge, cooling our skin and washing away the dirt and sweat from the trail. Cad had shown me so many new areas of the wood and I, in turn, had led him, gingerly, into the outside world. The supermarket was too much too soon, but he enjoyed the food we ate at a pizza place, making adorably sounds with every bite into something new. I squirmed, an overdone struggle before dramatically relenting. "I'm yours to take." He let go of my wrists, and paused a hairs width away from me. Looking from my lips to my eyes, I knew I had him. The kiss that followed burnt me up from the inside. First lips, then tongue that sucked the moisture from my mouth. He reached his hand to the tip of the closest fern, capturing another dewdrop and bringing to me. I wet my lips with the water and pressed up against his mouth, lapping insistently. Our fingers went into each other's hair, tangled from the river, with chests rubbing, still bare from the swim. The scratchiness of his chest hair irritated my nipples, but I would sacrifice many things to be this close. We rolled together over the cooling moss, and I felt his hand reach for my shorts. I followed suit and went to untie the green cotton trousers he wore that day. I had made them just for him, my muse. Colors and fabrics inspired by my life with him. I had been inundated with dress orders from all of Cad's sisters, even his father requesting new vests, if possible. Having managed to rescue my sewing machine from my parent's house, I set up a workroom in Nana's bedroom. Surrounded by her sketches of her fairy friends, and whenever possible, with my muse by my side, I would spend hours transforming my ideas into reality. A week ago, after Rhodium's insistence, I had even sent a few of my designs to the fashion house where I once worked. A nerve-wracking notion, I came back to the moment, and Cad's hands on my arse. With my shorts long gone, he kneaded my cheeks apart. I pushed his trousers down until I finally felt his hard cock rub along side mine. I tried to steady myself on top of him, but he rolled again, I was so weak in comparison, and I lay on the ground panting his name. "Patience, my love." His hands trailed from my mussed up hair, down my shoulders and chest. Cad's body now rested between my legs, spread out unabashedly. He leaned over, hair tickling my balls, momentarily causing me to giggle before all stray thoughts stopped. His mouth was on my hard member, sucking immediately deep, the length disappearing into the warmth and wetness. My foreskin repeatedly covered and uncovered the head of my dick, as his tongue rippled underneath the shaft. The one taste he liked better than peanut butter. His left hand stroked from the mossy ground, up the inside of my thigh, softly grazing my balls. A single finger then curiously ventured further behind until he found my entrance. He pushed it towards me, and I thrusted down eagerly. At this his mouth came off my cock, which quickly cooled in the evening air, before I was flipped onto my front, me pausing to adjust myself. His hands, then his tongue, came back to me, stroking and kissing my arse cheeks. I sent a silent prayer to the makers of the porn movie I'd shown him and all the ideas that had gotten into his head since then. He continued to massage, closer and closer to my hole, a light touch then an insistent push. A slow, wet lick before continuing with his fingers, opening me up. "Cad, oh Cad." He was so gentle, but it soon turned to torture as I waited for him to take me completely. He walked his fingers up my back, and then raked his nails back down. I shuddered at the stimulation, discovering hitherto unknown pleasures with this man. Encouraged by my reaction he repeated the move. Resting further up my body, his penis nestled in my crack. I curled my back, to create movement between us. The head of his cock rubbed over my hole. Another change in angle and the tip pushed in. "Ahh, Bastian, minx." I groaned in pleasure, finally getting what I needed as I pushed my arse up towards him and his cock. The first few inches went in, stretching me to the edge of pleasure. My clawing hands grappled with the dense moss and I levered by torso upward, my back now supporting Cad's chest. His chin rested on my shoulder, his mouth breathing hot air into my ear. "I'm going to impale you, force the air from your lungs, your body is mine now." "I want it, I want -" I was stopped mid thought as Cad's fingers dug into my waist and he jutted his hips forward, his remaining length buried in me in an instant. He held himself there, resting on one outstretched arm, for a heartbeat before pushing my body down as he stayed still, so that I fell off his dick whilst my body tried to hold him in. My own hardness ground into the woodland floor, tendrils of green moss causing unexpected sensations. He pulled me up again, a slow, hard stroke into my wanting hole, my prostate throbbing along his entire length. I felt on fire in the cool air, the sun sinking in the west, projecting dapples of light through the ferns. His hold tightened as he released then took control of me again. Once buried I tensed my muscles, unwilling to let him go, but a rhythm had been built, letting me down and pulling me up, strength and control, a power slowly revealed to me as he forced in and out, long thrusts, over and over, deeper and deeper. "I want to see your face," he exhaled. He crawled off my back and I caught my breath. Lying back, I stretched my arms above my head, linking my hands in faux bondage. Legs held up, he knelt to align his aching cock with my hole, thrusted forward with no warning. "Aahhhh, yesssss!" The angle allowed him to take more of me. Both hands now hooked round my hipbone at the top of my thigh, thumbs extended to tease the base of my penis. He pulled us together, the strokes more urgent now, the lust in his eyes palpable. Looking down, through the blond tresses that hung above me, I saw the power I sometimes felt when we kissed manifest itself into a warm glow at the top of his arms. As his dick drove me to rapture the glow intensified and spread to his hands. His face, flushed, he continued to move within me. I thought I could hear my name being moaned, although his lips were still. I had no such control and screamed out, "Cad, yes, yes, I, yes," with every additional plunge. The surge in energy concentrated at his fingertips, a warm vibration spreading over my crotch, further stimulating my leaking member. I sank into the ground, connecting with the earth in a way I'd never felt, suddenly aware that this is the bond Cad drew upon for his power. The intensity from his touch increased, as did the pace of his thrusts and the pressure on my hidden nerve bundle. One, two, three, four, five final strokes brought me to my climax. The cum traveled forcibly from my swollen balls, heat, passion, need exploded out of me in strong spurts, coating my stomach. Stroke six and Cad held still, hips slapped against my cheeks, the glow brightened in a moment, a flash of light as he ejaculated deep within me. Gentle thrusting eased the come down from his orgasm. His hands slipped from my reddened flesh, wrapped around my body, his chest now flat to mine, and a loving kiss. He held me in his arms as his softening cock slipped from within me. Resting between my legs, eyes of blue met eyes of green and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.