1 comments/ 5714 views/ 5 favorites Secret Garden By: Isitsifitfits It had been years, decades, since her feet had touched this particular path. It trickled its winding way in smooth white stones out of the nothingness that was the backs of her eyelids. A toe brushed against the first pebble. Her second footfall landed on the path itself, and the familiar trees sprung from the darkness to line the path. Were she to look back, she would see only a sudden end to the stones, and forest beyond. It was as it had always been. This was her Secret Place. When she was young and the world became too much, she would retreat to her room and to her imagined garden. Now that she was older and the world had become too much once more, she sought its comfort once more. Karissa took another step forward, concentrating on the feel of the stones beneath her feet, small enough to curl around and between her toes as she moved. There were no sharp edges here. She continued her procession in this slow and ponderous manner, stretching her toes out before her to plant in the pebbles first, dropping her heel and taking the next step, toes extended. She knew there were two bends in the path before she would see her garden. Her heart felt light as she reached the first of these two, though her shoulders felt weighed down by her nightie and dressing gown. With each step, the weight grew until it became a physical pain and her next step faltered. She shrugged out of her dressing gown. The nightie followed, and she stepped away from the blue-and-cream pile of clothing. But still something didn't feel right. Her steps weren't effortless. She doubled back to the pile of clothing and shimmied out of her underwear, leaving them crumpled at the top of the heap, and stepped forward once more. This time her body flowed smoothly, and she luxuriated in her nakedness. It hadn't been so when she was younger - she would run around in her shorts and t-shirt, climb up the side of the waterfall and sunbathe on the large flat rock by the pool. Age had changed her. Maybe it had changed her garden, too. As she rounded the second corner she bit back a gasp. It was as she remembered. The path curved and grew into a much larger walkway about a rock- and fern-lined pool, into which a waterfall fell. Behind there, she knew, was a large and shallow cave. The waterfall was fed by a series of pools, kept warm by the sun on the black rock, and easily accessed by a staircase carved into the side of the cliff. All around sprung flowers unlike any she had ever seen in reality. Plump and purple water-lilies graced the pool. The rock upon which she used to sunbathe, hanging over the pool so she might dip her fingers in it, was surrounded by little red-and-white buds on a dark creeping vine. Pine-line forest gave way to exotic palms and ferns, which in turn yielded to bright floral displays in pinks and oranges and reds that could never exist in the real world. A tear spring to her eye before she knew it, she was running to the pool and diving in. The water was as clear and warm as it had been so many years ago, and Karissa breathed a sigh of relief. She swam to the edge of her pool and pulled herself onto her sunning rock. She kicked her feet in the water and leaned back on her hands, tipping her head to gain the most of the sun's warmth across her body. She would never have gone nude outside, and so the feeling of warmth on her breasts was a novel - and incredibly pleasant - experience. Here she did not need the rigid prudishness that constrained the rest of her life. In order to not be seen as a sexual object at work, she removed all sexuality about herself. She was masculine enough to dissuade those interested in femininity, and politely uninterested enough to discourage those who might still be attentive. But here, here she did not have to stiffen her walk to reduce her hip swing, or bend so as not to jut out her bottom. Here she could flaunt herself to the wind and the sun and no one would know. With a move that would have made her blush in normal circumstances, Karissa rose to her feet and dropped back onto the stone walkway. She was keen to explore her waterfall, as the rocks would be warmer up there, and the water would be, too. It was the work of a few minutes to climb the staircase, and from her vantage point atop the (admittedly rather small) cliff, she could see her garden spread out before her. There, to the right and well past the pool, was a small gap in the trees she knew led to a grassy circle with a few toadstools dotted about the clearing. The pine-like trees that protected her garden were taller still, their narrow tops reaching a few more metres above her head. The ponds that fed the waterfall were bliss. The stream fed out of the surrounding forest several metres away and into the first pool, which was deep enough to sit in comfortably. The next pool was shallow enough that you could lie back in it and the water would lap past the corners of your eyes. The next was a bit deeper again, and the third and final was curved rather like a large martini glass: deep at the middle, shallower at the edges. It was this pool that she immersed herself in, bottom sliding against the delicately ridged rock of the sides as she shimmied her way into deeper water. She had forgotten the soothing feeling of the current as it tugged at her limbs and hair. It was oh so gentle, despite the lip the water fell off. It was not, after all, a particularly powerful waterfall. There was just enough water going over the edge to hide the cave behind and create an impressive display, but certainly not enough to be dangerous. Her imagination would never permit that. Karissa wriggled her way back into the shallower waters, lying back so that her shoulders were clear of the pool and the water would just skim the undersides of her breasts. She kicked her legs towards the surface, poking her feet out and into the fresh air as she did so. She didn't know how long she lay there before she heard a polite cough. She wasn't alarmed, though, this was her Secret Place, and all that was here was for her pleasure. She cracked open an eye and turned her head upstream. "Hello," he said, elbows resting on the lip of the first pool into her garden. "Hello," she replied, not really knowing what else to do. She'd only ever met faeries before, and they were wee and spry things that flitted about the flowers as they liked, and she had not seen any today. "I didn't know anyone would be here, it's been empty for quite some time, I hope I'm not intruding," he explained. His eyes were a most remarkable green. "Oh, I haven't been here for a very long time, but you are most welcome to come join me if you would like," she said. After all, everything in this garden was here for her pleasure. He smiled at that, a kind smile that crinkled his eyes and flashed his teeth. "It would be my pleasure," he said, and wriggled himself forward. Karissa didn't even bat an eyelid as he pulled his way across the shallow pool, his long tail and ethereal fins waving behind him. In the back of her mind she had known this man was not human, had even an inkling of what he was, and so the sight of his vibrantly coloured gossamer fins was no surprise to her. The way the sunlight bounced off waterdroplets along his body was quite distracting. He slid his way into her pool and smiled at her, eyes roving her form. She hadn't made any move to hide herself, or remove her breasts from such an obvious display. This was her place, and it made her powerful. She smiled back and arched her back, just a little. His pupils dilated in response. She bit her lip, just a tad, and his eyes snapped to where her teeth trapped that little bit of pink flesh. He licked his own lips. An ache settled between her legs. She slowly, teasingly, eased her way down the side and into the deeper water, closer to the merman. One hand reached out before her to touch his shoulder, her feet treading water as she did so. His skin was soft, and much darker than her own, and when she slid her fingers down his arm, he shuddered. She smiled wickedly and used her grip on him to draw herself closer, until her nipples brushed his chest with each breath and her cheek rested next to his. He was so restrained, allowing her to make the first move, and this emboldened her more. Trusting to his ability to keep them both afloat with his powerful tail, she hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him flush against her, relishing the feeling of skin on skin. Her lips sought out his earlobe and he gasped, hands clenching around her waist in surprise. It wasn't enough. She grazed her teeth down his neck and planted soft kisses along his jaw, never once roaming to his mouth - right now she wanted a fuck, not a lover, imaginary as he was - while her hands slipped beneath the water, down his spine and to his buttocks. His 'mer'-part began at his waist, his skin changing from honey tan to iridescent blues and greens and purples, but he still had an ass to grab. He groaned and jerked his hips forwards, but her pussy only met with flat skin. "Please tell me you have a dick," she hissed into his ear. This was met with a throaty laugh she felt from her stomach up. "You'll find out soon enough," he rumbled and jerked his hips forwards again. This time she felt a touch against her labia. Another thrust and she gasped as his tip dipped between her folds and brushed the entrance of her opening. This time she met his thrust with one of her own, pussy aching with anticipation. The tip kissed her entrance and ducked away once more, drawing a whine from her and another rumbling laugh from the merman. Another thrust and the tip slipped in for a moment, certainly not enough for her, and was gone once more. She growled in frustration. The next thrust and he was seated fully within her, his girth stretching her to delicious fullness, his length taking her deeper than she had ever experienced before. "Oh, god," she groaned in pleasure. He moaned in reply. They remained there for a moment, his cock deep within her as she stretched and pulsed around him. "You feel incredible," he purred as he slowly drew his hips back, pulling back until only the tip remained and easing back in until his cock was fully seated. She could feel each internal ridge as it caught on the head of his cock and oh god it felt good. He did this again, slowly drawing himself out while she gasped. This time he slammed himself back in and she bowed her back in pleasure. He withdrew again and she tried to pull his cock back in, thrusting her own hips towards him, but he held her waist firmly. His next thrust was slow and torturous as his long shaft slid home. "Lie me back in the shallows," she gasped, and he more than happily obliged, using his powerful tail to move them in the water without ever parting them. The slide and flex of strong muscles beneath and between her legs just made her hotter. When her back finally touched rock, she arched up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him against her, nipples hard against his chest. She angled her hips and squeezed her calves and he gasped as his cock sunk even further, and their bodies were so flush she could feel the deliciously smooth skin around the base of his cock against her lips and rubbing against her clit. He lifted his hips back and slammed back down, skin against clit and cock deep in her pussy, and god, this is exactly what she needed. As his hips drew back for another thrust, she thrust up to meet him. Water lapped against her sides, his tongue against her neck, his cock buried deep within her. He gripped her hips tight and drove her into the stone side with his cock, deeper and deeper he went, sliding all the way out before slamming all the way in to the hilt, always his skin rubbing against her clit and bringing her higher. He changed angles, tucking his tail under and ramming his cock up, the head of it brushing against a soft spot within. He didn't withdraw far before thrusting back in, using his powerful tail to add more power to his thrusts. She could only cling to him and gasp as each thrust hit that sweet spot until stars exploded behind her eyes and she cried out. When she could see again, he was grinning down at her and made as if to remove himself. "Oh no you don't!" she said, and gripped him and rolled them over so that he was the one against the side and her knees were on the stone. His eyes went wide as she sank back down to the hilt and rolled her hips just so. She held his arms down at his sides - and used them as a support - as she rose up again and sank back down on his cock. At this angle, the topside of his shaft rubbed so deliciously across her inner ridges, and she knew he'd be feeling it as well. She leant forwards and raised her hips, but this time he grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, ramming her down on his cock and drawing out a delighted gasp. She lifted her hips and he did the same, pulling her down while thrusting up, seating himself deeply inside her. She fucked him like this until his thrusts sped up and grew ragged, his cock hitting harder. He shuddered and thrust, deep, deeper, deepest. His cum hitting the inside of her womb sent her over the edge and gasping. Karissa came to first, and pulled herself off him to lie beside him, stretched out in the shallows of her pool. She felt his seed trickling out of her, to be picked up by the current and swept out of the pool and later out of her garden. "I needed that," she finally said, staring up at the blue sky above. "I'm glad to have been of service," he said. He sounded pleased. She didn't turn her head to see if he was grinning, she knew he was. "Now, however, I must leave. Pleasurable as this was, I have other things I must attend to." "Perhaps I'll see you here again?" Karissa asked hopefully, sitting up on one elbow to look at him. He smiled again, genuine and sweet. "I certainly hope so," he replied. He began to work his way back up the stream, body loose and lazy. "Until we meet again," he said as he slipped into the stream and between the trees. Karissa watched that spot until she could see no more, and true sleep claimed her. Secret Garden Ch. 02 Karissa returned to her garden the next night. She left her thoughts and memories of work and the day past at the start of the path. Her night clothes followed shortly thereafter. She lay on her rock, sunning herself for a time until she drifted into true sleep. No one disturbed her. The next night she explored the sprawling gardens beyond her lake. There were elaborate orchid-like flowers with too many petals and too vibrant colours. Hyacinths with tiny white-and-red blossoms, and trees with elaborate bouquets. "We heard you had come back!" the faeries told her in their lilting voices, tiny wings beating at the air to keep them at head height. They chattered to her, to themselves, and to the sky for a while, flitting about or nestling in her hair. They told her what the weather had been like, how the flowers had grown, what one tree had said to another. What one woodland creature had done. Where the best nectar could be found. Gossip and practical faerie things. Who had the nicest wings. Karissa smiled and listened to it all with half an ear, stroking fingers over buds and flowers, leaves and stems. Admiring the variety of colours and scents, sizes and heights. It wasn't a carefully sculpted garden by any means, but a celebration of the diversity of plant life in this strange and wonderful place. One could find a deep green shrub with violently violet rose-like flowers keeping company with spindly daffodil-types. Or a tree cozying up to a hedge. It was all rather peculiar. She returned to her pool after bidding the faeries goodbye, and insisting she would stop by to see them again soon, but was left to her peace and quiet. The third night she swam and splashed and marvelled again how clear the water in her pool was. She eased herself over to the waterfall and slipped behind it. The cave was still there, and she pulled herself out of the water and into it. Soft moss covered the entire floor in a thick matt of green. She wriggled her toes and smiled. There was plenty enough light feeding through the waterfall to see by, but it was entirely private, the water acting as a screen. She smiled a little more fiendishly and padded further in. The cave was high, stretching right up to the base of the pools below, well above her head. It was wide enough that she could lie stretched out twice over and still not touch the sides of the cave. It was deep enough that the end was almost too dark to see. There she lay, at the far end of the cave where there was a gentle slope she could rest back on. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the moss. One hand brushed against her breast, lightly grazing against her sensitive nipple, while her other slowly inched its way down her stomach. Her fingers brushed against her folds. Spread them and slipped inside. She gasped as she tweaked her nipple, fingers reaching further in to rub her innermost walls. Whimpered as she pulled her fingers back out to graze against her clit. Sighed as she dove her fingers in once more. She didn't notice when the waterfall parted. Or when clawed feet hauled a body out of the water. She only noticed when a tongue darted out and joined her fingers. Karissa yelped with surprise and shot upright. Yelped again and scooted backwards when she noticed who the tongue belonged to. The dragon's nostrils flared and he smiled. "I do apologise for taking you by surprise," he said, teeth clicking. "Only you looked so delectable the way you were." Karissa pressed a hand to her chest in a vain attempt to slow her frantically beating heart. "That's alright, but maybe announce yourself next time. I didn't expect to see anyone, let alone a dragon," she said. She slid back down the wall of the cave until she was seated once more. A long-buried memory crept to the surface. "You're the one I used to call Ezekiel, right?" The dragon looked incredibly pleased. "I am," he preened. "You've grown a lot," she said. And he had. She remembered this scrawny little dragonling, all gangly legs and uncoordinated wings and a tail she would step on more times than she wouldn't. "So have you," he replied. The last time she had seem him, she wasn't much more than a scrawny little human thing herself. Now he was broad across the chest, biceps bigger than her thighs, each hand tapering to wicked claws. His wings were tucked close to his back for now, but she was sure that were he to spread them, they would be the width of the cave each. His head and body alone was almost as long as she was tall, and his tail at least another length on that. And he was a most beautiful, vibrant black. "My, you have grown," Karissa breathed, taking note of the pink head of his cock protruding from its darkened sheath. His golden eyes smouldered. "So have you," he purred, tongue flicking past his lips. Nostrils flaring once more. She let herself lean back against the cave floor. Beckoned him. Opened her legs to him. He growled, tongue darting out to taste her again. She gasped. The brief touch sent fire burning through her veins. She whimpered when his soft muzzle touched her mound and his tongue flattened against her entrance. "Please," she cried. "Please, Zek." He thrust her tongue into her and she moaned, arching her back into his face. It reached all the way into her, tip brushing the entrance of her womb, before slipping back out again. The next thrust was more languid, tongue unfolding against her innermost walls and dragging back against them in a way human tongues never could. He withdrew his tongue and muzzle, and Karissa whimpered at the loss of contact. Instead, he grabbed her legs and pulled her down the floor towards him, until she was tucked beneath his body with his cock rubbing against her stomach. Eagerly she grasped it, running her hands up and down its shaft in admiration. Above her, Zek shuddered. The pouch in his stomach, where his penis would usually hide, was open to release the entire package. His balls hung at the base, hard and heavy, and she ran her fingers over them. Smiled when he groaned. His cock was big - not unmanageably so, but still big. It was thick and long, leading to a tapered point. She brushed her fingers across the tip and down the shaft, tilting her head back to watch Zek's face as she did so. His eyes were closed, mouth open, panting with delight. "I bet dragon ladies can't do this," Karissa said with a grin. He opened one eye and looked at her. "With claws like these, you wouldn't want them to," he quipped. Karissa spat in her hand and slid her fist down his cock, starting from the very tip and ending with the base. His hips jerked forwards and his head fell to her shoulder. "They definitely can't do that." She giggled and stroked up from the base. When she reached the tip, his hips bucked, and she let him fuck into her hand. With her other hand, she spread her lips, plunging all four of her fingers into her pussy to stretch it. It would be a tight squeeze for his member, but it would feel so damn good. His nostrils flared as her fingers dipped in and out of her cunt. His pupils dilated. His thrusts grew more desperate, but Karissa removed her hand from him. He growled, dropping his hips low to thrust his entire length against her. Taking him in both hands, now, she guided the tip of his cock to her opening and slowly released him. He pressed in, her walls stretching at his girth, every ridge on his cock catching and stimulating her sensitive insides. He kept going, his tip seeking her womb. She felt uncomfortably full. Stretched, but no pain. He shuddered and withdrew. He thrust and she slid upwards a big on the mossy ground. His next thrust wasn't as deep, and she frowned. He frowned as well. He scooped her up with one arm, still impaled on his cock, and began to walk out of the cave. With each step he thrust, arm clutching her tight and easing her further down his body. Her own arms clutched at his neck, her legs wrapping around the soft hide of his body. He surged out of the cave, cock tip touching her womb, and threw open his wings. Karissa threw her head back and screamed. Each wingbeat drove him into her, his balls hitting her at each thrust. He would slide out briefly before the next powerful surge slammed him back into her. With both front legs freed, Zek could hold her properly, one of his long-fingered hands gripping her butt while the other splayed across her back. He let out a roar she felt in her bones, vibrating his cock in her cunt. She whimpered and he drove into her again, angling them up so he could beat his wings faster to climb, fucking her harder. Each thrust had his heavy balls slapping the lips of her cunt. Each thrust brought them higher, brought her higher, stretched her wider and deeper. They arched up and over, and she was on top of him, riding his cock with reckless abandon as the gravitational forces made them momentarily weightless, before they spiralled downwards. He fucked her then, hips bucking and arms clutching her tight, adrenaline bringing her higher than she'd ever been. When he opened his wings and slammed her down onto his cock, the tip entering her womb, she came so hard she whited out. When she came to she was spread on her sunbathing rock, and Zek was lapping at her pussy, tasting her juices and humming with pleasure. She whimpered as his tongue found her sensitive clit and began to play with it. She had never yet experienced multiple orgasms - her past boyfriends hadn't been particularly interested in her pleasure - but she was beginning to understand how it could happen. Zek smirked and tugged her body down the rock, until her hips were on the edge. One hand caressed her hip, moving upwards to run a soft thumb over her breast. She moaned and drew her tongue between her teeth. "You are so soft and fascinating," he purred, dipping his head to her throat and tasting her skin there. She tilted her head to give him better access, and he responded by nuzzling her, tongue laving the skin there. "And you, Zek," she moaned out. "Are incredible." He hummed again and planted both hands on either side of her waist. Her rock was at just the right height to tuck her hard against his stomach. She grabbed his arms. He entered her in one swift movement and she cried at the tight fit. His soft underbelly grazed against her clit. His cock rubbed every inner surface of her pussy. His balls fit snugly against her outer lips. It was perfection. She reached up to touch his face, pull his muzzle down to her and plant a kiss to his lips. She ran her tongue along the edges of his mouth and he parted them in a surprised gasp, allowing her entry. She was very careful of the sharp teeth there, running her tongue along the inside of his lip. She whimpered when his tongue brushed against hers. She moaned when his tongue slipped into her mouth to explore. He tipped his hips back, shaft pulling out of her until only the tip remained, then eased his way back in. A final thrust and he was seated fully inside her. A quick jerk of his hips had him slamming back in again. All the while that soft underside rubbed against her clit. He placed his hands on the stone just above her shoulders, so he could keep her in position, and keep her in position he did as he pounded into her. His wings opened fully and arched above them, occasionally moving to give him more thrust. Each thrust had her screaming for him, fingers clutching at his arms, his chest, his shoulders as he pounded her into the stone. She orgasmed when he came, his seed shooting into her. He continued to thrust as his cock continued to pump cum. He was still twitching when her vision returned, wings drooping down around her. "That was the most incredible sex I have ever had," Karissa confessed. Zek gave a pleased grunt and rolled off her, sprawling across the stone beside her. He threw an arm across her chest and she smiled. The smile never faded, even when she slept.