0 comments/ 7328 views/ 1 favorites Through the Mist By: slippery0 Drifting upstream through the mist our Lady feels the coolness of the shadows upon her body. Only as the sun flickers through the treetops a halo of light surrounds the lady with warmth. Our lady smiles with the warmth of the surrounds as distant echoes of falling water intermingled with her feathered friends playing their tunes of Pan, tunes to encourage, to entice her further inwards. Along the ferny banks and across the soft mossy rocks, they like a bed of green covered quilts floating in a mist of dark green foliage, made by the gods for the seduction of mortals, careful not to slip the Lady meanders through the gods beds. Each trying to entice her to try theirs with exquisite colours, shades of greens and greys plucked from every corner of their kaleidoscopes. The lady pauses briefly bending to touch the soft quilt beneath her feet; she runs her hands through its soft long fingers extending upwards beckoning her to lay with them, their powers of seduction are depleted as the sun passes from them to her path upwards. The Ladies first lover and mentor Helios has saved her from the clutches for the amorous gods. The Lady stoops and slides her shoes from her small feet placing them on a large boulder, perhaps the head off a buried giant beneath the god's beds. Tempted further by the soft green quilts she skips from soft bed to soft bed. Letting her feet be massaged by the green fingers. In the distance she hears roars of thunder of the gods as she plays with them, teasing them with her beauty and her ability to move from gods beds to gods beds just as the gods fingers are about to grasp the lady. Helios guides her across the god's dormitory to a pool of mirror images. A pool so crystal clear the lady's image upsets Venus with her outstanding beauty, jealous beyond belief Venus calls the others under her charm to send ripples across the pool to destroy the lady's reflected beauty. As if succumbed by the beauty around her the lady stoops to touch the pond before her, the coolness of the surrounds is warmed by the natural springs from deep within the earth. Water that the gods have warmed through their veins to entice the lady to enter, her slender hand passes through the stillness of the pool sending messages of ripples across the pool and downwards stirring the gods, waking them from their snoozes. The lady stands there on a leaf covered carpet as Helios lights her body in the darkness of the surrounds for all to see. The Lady slowly moves her hands to the clasp around her waist holding her silken covering in place as the awake gods watch in awe, some in jealously. The clasp falls to the carpet below as the silk starts to separate, never has the pools surrounds quietened as this moment, the gods transfixed on the lady. Slowly she spreads the silk open from her shoulders downwards as if displaying herself to a potential lover for the first time, not ashamed but proud. The Lady's silk opens displaying her shoulders then slowly the swelling of hers breasts come into view ,their soft whiteness highlighted by Helios ,then further down the silk opens displaying a golden forest of soft curly vines. Standing there unknowingly teasing the gods the Lady baths in the warmth of Helios as his fingers warm her central parts. Then ever so slowly the lady drapes the silk further apart as it creeps up the inner inclines of her breasts towards their summits only her nipples are hidden as her large areolas appear dark against her snow white skin. The coolness of the atmosphere has heightened the final summits of the Lady's breasts as only they hold the silk from opening any wider. The thin veil that partly covers the Lady has opened downwards across the Lady's abdomen to the silky blonde forest between her hips. Helios now highlighting her assets to the other gods as if saying that he has been here before with a direct ray of bright warmth to the Lady's virginal wonders. Slowly the Lady moves her thighs apart as if in response from Helios to show the gods her divine beauty. A godly breeze passes by lifting the silk from the Lady's nipples so Helios can graze apron their beauty and show the gods their ripeness, nipples ready to be plucked and eaten. With their beauty, the rumblings in the background can be heard. Are the gods tearing at each other to be the first but Helios has control and as the lady's first seducer he is now her master, now willing to share the lady with his fellow gods but only on his terms, he needs to tease them a little more to savour his demands. Helios whispering the Lady smiles a teasing smile and slowly raises her hands to slip from her shoulders the remaining silk. The silk drifts downwards, her whole body glows as a beacon to the Gods to see this divine virgin for their sacrifice. There the lady stands in all her slender with the silk draped around her toes glowing with warmth provided by Helios. Helios directs her forward slowly to the pool in front of her, it warmed but the gods deep from with in the earth , each now trying to out do each other for her attention. The Lady stands at the edge of the pool, her mind drifting through the reflections from the past being screened across the mirror as its about to change as her toes break the images as they descend into the dark depths of the area beneath the surface , a place where Helios cannot protect her where other gods rain. The warmth of the pool entices the Lady to slip further into the dark region beneath the surface. It belying what is hidden below. Her body aroused by the gods of the underworld and as the sensation increases the lady dips her body further into the depths of darkness, she is slowly being seduced by the underworld and there is nothing that Helios can do. Gently the gods move up her legs around her knees, then their excitement begins as the Lady's thighs immersed. They feel the soft skin of the thighs as the lady slips further into the dark side and she responds with emotions of want and fulfilment as the dark gods slip ever upwards around to the top of her delicate inner thighs, she unconscious spreading them to let the gods warmth invade her inner sanctions. The warmth of their fingers heightens her desires as she slips further into the darkness of the pool, the wetness between her thighs has become one with the pool as the gods fingers explore her, dragging her deeper into their grasp. The Lady's face showed signs of being tormented from loyalty to her former lover the sun and the desire that her body feels from the fingers from the dark side. They claw into every crevice drawing downwards until they can run their fingers over her nipples tormenting the full breasts of this lady. Only her bare shoulders stay above the boundary of light and darkness. The Lady's torment continues in her mind between her aroused desires and her loyalty. The fingers of the underworld gods are strong in their applications sending the Lady into frenzy, as she feels weak but supported by the underwater hands. If she was not supported she would slide downwards deeper, as the under world gods take her they feel for her. The Lady feels like she has never felt before. Slowly as she recuperates she withdraws from the warmth of the pool exhausted from the ordeal she has been through, guided to the first mossy pad by the light of Helios stopping slowly she collapses on to the anointment stone of soft moss to lie within all of Helios enlightened splendour. Exhausted from the attention of the underworld Gods the Lady drifts off into a slumber as Helios cares over her. Later as the Lady awakens she feels the hands of the gods once again through the moss covered alter stone where she lays, tingle her body, move with every movement of hers, they are there to please themselves with her body. The lady moves from an embryonic state to give herself to Helios perhaps in guilt of her pacified seduction by the underworld Gods or perhaps as part of her own lust for more fulfilment. The lady spreads herself into full view of Helios and the other Gods above displaying her entire beauty. There lay the Lady on a green velvet bed offering herself to the gods as the final glistening jewels dry from her body; the only remnants of the underworlds gods' use of her body for their desires remained. Green fingers of the gods emerge from the quilt she is laying on and circles her soft round body holding her tight as they give attention to her, fingers teasing her breasts, fingers invading her orifices, all the time Helios watches on with approval as she squirms with ecstasy of where the fingers are sending her. This mere mortal is being primed to father a Gods child. The Lady reaches her first spasm in full view of Helios, his rays directing the other Gods fingers, to lift her torso and spread her vagina so the he can enter her with his searing light and implant his seed for this Lady is the chosen one to bear his child. The Lady relishes the warmth from Helios as she is held upon the alter as if a sacrifice to the sun god. The Lady's virginity is being taken away slowly as Helios rays enter her , she moans with excitement and fear as the green fingers from the alter below hold her firmly but caressingly. She can feel the warmth of Helios kissing all of her body, her mammary glands firm and pushed outwards as if an indication that she can support enough milk for any godly baby that Helios implants within her. The lady is now displays herself upon this mossy alter, she is sacrificing her body to Helios, She has succumbed to the pressure of the gods giving her body to be mounted and loss of her virginity. With Helios covering her with all his power, the Lady reaches the peak of her feelings as the gods fingers hold her firmly on the alter as the final orgasms breaks within her. Subsiding orgasms carry the Lady into a deep sleep protected by all the gods whom applauded her performance and congratulated Helios for his part. Through the Mists of Time You awaken to the sounds of war, 12th century war. Swords clash. Men cry out. You tremble. You look around. It is not your bedroom. These are not your clothes. You are dressed in a rough woven dress right out of a movie. That's it. You are just having a vivid dream. This is just your mind's sequel to the Singing Sword, that silly movie you watched too late last night. In the morning everything will be back to normal. Then the dream gets more vivid. The door to your chamber bursts. There is a Viking. There can be no mistake. From his horned helm to his booted feet, he is a mighty man. There is a blood lust in his eyes. Yet, he seems some how familiar. His beard is dark and full with a touch of red and a touch of silver. His sword drips with blood. His shield is notched from heavy fighting. He seems on a mission. Heaven help the man who interferes. He sheaths his sword. His shield still hangs from his forearm. On it is a longboat rolling across the sea under full sail. Where have you seen that ship? Without a word, he takes you in his arms. Taking you and the blanket right off your bed. You hang your arms around his neck not knowing whether he is friend or foe but it seems so right. He carries you into the darkness, sheltered behind his great shield. His chest rumbles as he bellows orders in a strange language. You melt into his chest. It feels so safe, yet so dangerous. There are Vikings everywhere. Buildings are on fire. Men lay dead. Women weep. It seems unreal, like something that happened centuries ago. Your Viking carries you through this chaos with long strides. Everywhere you look, Vikings salute the lordly man who carries you gently in his arms. Soon you see the beach. A small fleet of ships is just visible through the mists. A few fireflies glow eerily in the night. There is a blood moon casting a grisly hue on the whole scene. Your lordly Viking heads unerringly towards the largest ship. The ship's dragonhead prow stares boldly at you. Its fierce teeth seem ready to devour you. With great gentleness your are deposited amid ship. The crew does not even look up. A tall warrior at the back motions for you to come. You slowly make your way. He signs for you to sit and bows slightly. In the distance you can hear your Viking bellowing orders. The raid is over. Vikings stream out of the village carrying their prizes. Suddenly it hits you. You have been taken as a prize. Ripped from the fabric of this strange place. Will you be ravished or cherished? Will you be thrown to the crew after he has had is way? Your body shivers and it is not just the night chill in the air. One by one, the ships head to sea. Your Viking is back. He seems a little tired now. He nods to the tall warrior in the stern and the ship shutters off the beach. The gentle rocking is almost pleasant as the boat comes to life. Soon the fires of the village are just a glimmer. The fireflies fade into the darkness. Your Viking is inspecting the crew. You seem to be ignored. We pass around a point. We have left a bay. The ship starts to ride the rolling waves of the open sea. We travel before the wind. The sail is raised. The oars are stored and the crew sleeps save for the tall giant at the stern. He seems to be second in command. His arms look like trees. The muscles in his legs are sharply defined. He exudes power. You wonder what your Viking has hid under his heavy leather jerkin with its many heavy iron rings. Then he is there next to you. Still is his full battle gear. Without a word he scoops you off your seat and into his arms. He begins carrying you to the bow, past all of the crew. There is a wise crack. You do not understand entirely but it seems to be about your legs. It is met by a swift solid kick. You are sure the man has a broken nose. You realize that your Viking will tolerate no disrespect and that disobedience could cause a strong reaction. Yet with you, he seems gentle and somehow familiar. You wonder how he found you in this place and time where you do not belong. So many puzzles…but it is pleasant in his strong arms as the ship climbs and falls over the rolling waves of the sea. You arrive in the bow. The sea is dark and forbidding. The dragonhead seems less fierce from the back side. More like the head of a horse leading the way home as it slices through the waves. You decide that it feels safe in the arms of your Viking lord as he scans the sea. The other five ships are spread across the waves. Each one is rising and falling with its own rhythm. He sets you down gently but not as gently as before. You look in his eyes and see fatigue and maybe pain. He speaks his first words to you almost through clenched teeth. The language is clear modern English, not the more guttural tongue that had been spoken till now. It was a simple command to remove his armor. Not quite an order. Not quite a request. You hesitate. Are you a slave? Are you to be a plaything? Are you to be commanded in all things with no free will? Then he commands again…..remove my armor. You can tell he is losing patience. There is anger in his eyes. The gentle looks he had for you are gone. He mumbles please so that only you can hear. He drops his heavy shield and drops his sword belt. You are stubborn and proud but there is something compelling about this man. You realize he would not command if it were not needed. With a slight bow, you rise up, your blanket drops. You light shift flutters with the wind. It softly outlines the soft curves of your breasts and flows along the lines of your ass. You begin unfastening the heavy straps that hold the heavy jerkin. It drops to the deck with a metallic thud; the heavy rings striking one another. Then you see that your Viking is bleeding. He was injured in the fighting. You gently pull off the soft leather blouse. His chest is broad and hairy. It is adorned by a large silver medallion. You want to reach out. You want to touch it. Or do you want to touch the hair on the chest? Without thought, you tear a large piece off the bottom of your shift exposing your knees and when the wind blows a little more. You use it as a dressing to stop the flow of blood. You look into your Viking's eyes. You can still see the pain but there is something else. You wonder again about this chance meeting some where in time and space. Fate does not roll dice. Everything has a purpose. Suddenly you realize. This is truly your Viking. The Viking you have loved across space and time. The one who has shared your most treasured thoughts. Your concern mounts. This injury. Will he still be able to control the crew? Where are you? What is happening? You laugh thinking this certainly is not Kansas and you do not have ruby slippers. You stop thinking about him. He tells you to take the dirk from his belt on the deck and cut strips from the blanket to hold a dressing in place. You can see his eyes following your every move. You realize that the hurt must look worse than it is when he caresses the smooth curves of your ass; gently pinching and stroking. You look down at the leather skirt that he is wearing. It is moving slowly. It can be only one thing. You know he has desires. The pain and blood lust in his eyes are giving way to another fire. It burns as brightly as the rim of fire at the horizon. We are heading east. The sun is just beginning to show its face. He stands and leads you into the very point of the bow. The dragonhead towers over your head. He rests your hands on each gunwale where you can feel the salt spray on your face. He stands behind you. You can feel his body gently pressing against yours. His dick nestles into your crack. He bends his head down and kisses your neck. Reading his thoughts, you turn and unfasten the leather girdle around his waist. The skirt falls exposing his dick, now swollen with passion. You kneel and begin licking it. You take it in your palms and gently twist back and forth as you begin sucking on the head. His hands go to your head, caressing your hair. He runs his fingers through it. You can feel his cock swelling to full erection. It fills your mouth. This is more real than any other time with your Viking. You can smell his musk. You just begin to taste the salty pre-cum when he stands you up. His hands grasp the soft fabric of your shift. He starts pulling. He is trying to tear it. You look up into his eyes, willing him the strength but you can see the pain of his shoulder. You kiss his chest and reach down and lift the shift over your head exposing your perfection to him. You are a wonderful silhouette against the background of the rising sun. You are outlined in fire. He turns you around…..helping you bend at the waist. Your brace your arms against the gunwales of the bow. You know what is next. You have done it before, yet we have never done it. You can feel his cock touching your nether lips. You are damp with anticipation. He steps forward. His cock gently slides in filling your pussy. In and out he moves with the rising and falling ship. You are one with the sea. You are alone in the Universe. The crew is forgotten. In and out he pistons. His passion is building. Your passions are rising. You can feel the tension in his loins. The anticipation of his release builds with in you. Nothing matters but pleasing your Viking. You are lost in the rhythm of the sea. You can hear his breathing shift. He is starting to pant. You lose the gentle easy cadence of the sea. Faster and faster, filling your pussy with every inch of cock. His prick feels so good. It rubs your clit just the way you knew it would. Just the way I have told you so many times. The force of my thrust forces you to brace both arms on gunwales. You struggle to push back to take all of me. His hands pull your hips to him. The silver medallion gently walks along your back as he fucks your pussy with all his considerable strength. I whisper that it is okay to cum. I want you to cum. Then he bursts. His seed flows and fills your pussy. You can feel it run down your legs in warm rivulets. It is flowing to the endless sea. You do not want the moment to end. You are so close. You feel so loved. His cock feels so good. Your clits cries to be touched. You finally cry out, "Fuck me, Barbarian. Don't stop!" He valiantly strives to hang on. He reaches around and strokes your clit, sawing his dick in and out. Wanting you to cross over. Wanting you to have that glorious release. Then it hits……your body quakes…….your passion washes over your like a giant wave….. You open your eyes. It is your bed. The headboard is broken. Your pussy is flowing with man cum. Your sweaty and filled with passion. You are in ecstasy. The sweet after glow of a gentle loving fills your heart and soul. You can almost feel arms around you. There is the scent of a man; of a man in love. Was it a dream? Who was here? And then you see it. The silver medallion is on your nightstand. It is still warm to the touch as you hold it to your heaving breasts. You kiss it and whisper, "Good night, My Barbarian. Sail back into my dreams soon." Some how you just knew it was the right thing to do. Maybe the medallion was magic and it would bring your Viking back to you.