1 comments/ 16717 views/ 0 favorites By The Water Ch. 01 By: doingmybest I don't know how I got here, my history to this moment is a complete unknown. I'm sure if I tried, my past could be revealed to me by traveling down the familiar paths. Here, a place beckons me to rest my weary feet. Here, the thankless journey of my travels finally meets a point where security and wanderlust have reached a conflicting peak. My need to continue down the road to an eventual destination is countered by a simple grassy tuft of land, surrounded by wispy reeds on the banks of a majestic lake. The wind sings to me running through the leaves of many trees, entering my ears, tickling tales of delicious fantasy. I see a companion of this force driving light ripples across the glassy waters. Looking closely insects dance an infinite swarm, gliding impossibly close to the surface. If bugs had lips they would be kissing their reflection. Oh delicate stillness! Reveal to me your mysteries! I claim to a silent watcher as I perch myself upon this soft rise, water surrounding me on all sides. My thoughts begin to wander through the familiar territory of past lovers. How tender their lashings and how sharp their care. I wonder if it's the same as everyone out there. Or is it me that remains the same, through all this time, as much as I seem to change, it remains always, the same. Perhaps joy lies in that intertwining between two minds, the delicate action of intentionally derived reaction. The give and take of play, poking fun for it's own sake. If I always take the same course, who is to say the result will change? How can I change my course, to intentionally will a different set of actions in those few I enjoy to chase and thrill. Always in action, to pause and reflect would be to display vulnerability. A school of dark fish come near the small sandy bank. I study them for their subtleties, which are numerous. Daring not to move, breathe or utter a single distraction which would disturb them, one breaks my concentration in the effort to obtain a bug on the surface. A large stone in my well of thought, the ripples reverberate throughout my mind. How I enjoyed playing with my prey, to poke and prod them in a manner that I would hate. For some reason, this ambivalence keeps them interested. The less I care, the closer they come. Often I create mystery where there is none. Why do I enjoy this turmoil? Or is it how I've been trained? Since genuine humanity on my part keeps them far away. I must develop this eternal game, if only to keep myself entertained. The wind picks up again, and inspires a song of a different sort. tired tormentor bored with lust seeks companion to break my crust she is sincere striking and kind beauty endearing savored like wine i'd keep you forever just don't run away but if i meet you i won't know what to say The blurred rhyme of the final stanza mimics my emotional state as the pent up frustration and denial catches up with me. I can't even keep someone forever any more. This dream is not even a part of my reality in the most vague sense. It is a continual cycle of wear, rinse, reuse and discard when through. Serial monogamy making me diffuse. My head finds my hands, as this peaceful place is disturbed by the unease I carry. The tears fill my palms which are fling into the water around me, spraying my sadness in a rough arc of droplets. As I pause with bleary, mirth-stained eyes to contemplate the droplets in a moment of sustained misery, a large, pale shape rushes beneath the surface towards the shore. Hardly a ripple betrays the presence as it breaks through the water at the small sand bar where I was appreciating small fish earlier. She is beautifully naked as the water's sheen stretches tight against her skin, reflecting the world around her. Slowly, the tension of the water breaks and falls down her face, allowing her short raven-black hair to breathe the air. With supernatural slowness, this second skin recedes down into the water. When the shifting line frees her widely-set eyes, they audibly pop open, revealing a most delightful round dark iris and form leading into almond-shaped crevices near her tiny, petite nose. Though she is slightly turned to me, revealing her sharp profile, I can still see the light shining through the cornea of her far eye, glistening like a fine gem. My gaze follows the water line as it descends down her svelte body. I feel her warmth fill the chill air as she is revealed. Her shoulders, soft and sensual begin the gentle curve down her back and sides. A perky, yet oh-so-fuckable apple cheek ass makes for her backside. She looks at me examining her, and my eyes are carried to hers, locking onto each other. I see something familiar in her eyes. Turning towards me with a lithe hip, she glides to the grassy pinnacle where I sit, lowers herself to my level as she begins to sing. your words carry across waters afar waking my slumber stirring my heart i cannot help but be touched by your distress your desires are pure reaching into my depths my life is one of purposeless night you bring me fire you provide light oh weary traveler, i know few truths my name is Sool and I love you True to my words, I don't know what to say, so I draw Sool into an embrace. Her skin exudes moisture, being cool and smooth, polished stone. Her scent is pure, my lips move to kiss her. She is soft and very pliable, the most magical set of lips I have ever kissed. The texture of silk with the consistency of clay. I could stay here and kiss her all day. As we break our lip lock, she looks deeply into my eyes and says, "you are for me. I will keep you safe." As my mind begins to contemplate my dangers as being quite few in number, the clouds darken overhead and inform me as to the fallacy of my thinking. A disembodied voice of essential evil speaks forth, "Sool, you have broken your prison and your pact. There is no escape for you. Your companion and savior shall meet a similar fate. Run as far as you can, dark waters will always follow." With a defeated voice, Sool whispers, "Rastmus", then, with a louder cry, "after a thousand years! You won't stop watching me!" The clouds do not answer, but hover dark and ominous, foreboding the tremendous trials I must shortly endure. The pinnacle of strength I saw in her earlier depleted suddenly and she fell to her knees chattering a string of nonsense, "Knew I shouldn't break the walls... Light burning my eyes... Rush of a chill surrounding the ears... Haunted... Grim... Shallow Burial... must be a sacrifice... Rising fire... Drying my skin ... Keeps all the wetness... safe within." She looked at me with ferocity, finding her voice, "Will you be bound to me? Tie the cord of spirit around us and go where fate wills? I need to find a safe pool where he cannot find me. " Her eyes cast downward with the implications of her offer. " I could be of service to you, milord." Never one to turn aside the fortunes of fate, I draw her close, knowing that whatever is in her future is greater then just myself, I say, " I don't know the peril you hide, when first we kiss, time brings dark skies. Tell me your tale, and I will choose to bring you with me along my path, regardless. " Abandonment need not be reckless, I should know of what dangers await me. "I will tell you as we walk", putting a finger to my lips, "now, we should entangle ourselves with one another." By The Water Ch. 02 Sool clasps my face with cold, eager hands and draws me to her lips. I feel my strength and will slowly being sapped away into her touch. This is not an unpleasant experience, as I know my reserves are vast and constantly being refilled. Indeed, I welcome such energy drain, as these wells are often filled to overflow and waste. She shifts the position of her mouth, and I feel the rebound of what she has taken from me. Boundless energy flows into me, arousing and exciting my senses, building the walls of my resivours ever higher. I kiss her with renewed passion and vigor, as what I feed into her is what I get in return. So rare is this the case! She presses her weight on top of me, rolling me to the ground. Her knees grasp my sides tightly, as she starts to grind against my stomach with her pelvis. Her lust comes out in hot, sweaty pants of desire. Her eyes narrow, revealing her carnal animal self. Much of me is scared, my sides quiver with anxiety, questioning if I will be able to feed her need. What keeps me from running in fear is the complete sense of awe she exudes with an aura of pale diffuse light. I shouldn't worry about her, if I had been locked away for 1000 years, I'd be pretty eager for some play too! I feel the softness of her inner thighs against whatever exposed skin I have down there. Before I dare to comment, she says, "You are so warm, it's as if a bonfire is raging in your stomach, and I get to sit on top of it!" Sool giggles a light-hearted bubbly laugh that sounds like water gurgling within her. She relaxes against my legs, shifting her knees in the air, but still keeping her cold feet against my sides. "Tell me, wanderer, why are you frightened of me? Am I not the answer to your dreams?", with a bemused expression on her face. With all the contortions of past emotion weighing heavy on my mind, I claim, " I do not wish to fall once again. I must remain distant with my deepest of hearts, as we must eventually part ways. The agony of losing you would be so great and I would rather not face that. " Sool brays gorgeous obnoxious laughter, "Bwahahah! Cute and silly! You cannot lose me until you completely have me. You may be tough, traveler, but I believe that some things, we can enjoy for the moment as we learn to let go." With this, she places her icy foot underneath my cloth shirt, sending a torrent of shivers up my chest and down my spine. Her torment is delicious, feeding my passions frenzy. Often, women are passive, expecting me to ravage them like an uncontrollable animal. Sool is a creature of whim, such unconquerable beauty makes me want to cry with joy. Except, as I draw in my next breath, she places the sole of her other foot directly on my warm belly. She is obviously enjoying her treat of me. Sool's feet work in a playful, skittish manner, never staying on one spot too long, and most certainly freezing most of the front of me. I groan and beg her to stop, but the truth is, I enjoy it, and I'm sure she sees the permissive smile on my face. Her weight on my legs, and the whole situation in general, causes my throbbing blood member to rise, I am sure that due to her positioning, she can feel my arousal. Sool places both of her feet on my chest. My shirt is probably torn, but certainly affords the naked Sool a view of my exposed flesh. Ice cube toes find and squeeze both of my nipples, tightly. I buck, moan and squirm to try to ease her grip, yet the cold hold remains steadfast. Through my own excitation, I hear her say, "Remove your shirt." I struggle to comply through the thrilling agony of freezing feet. Her full titties are already very rotund and engorged. A red rash spreads from her gaping smile down her body. Her arousal is apparent, but not so obvious as my own. My cloth leaves my shoulders and I draw myself to her, pushing her delightfully curvy legs apart, off my chest. My hands, two eager explorers, wander through the territory of her soft, pliable ass and up her long, smooth back. We begin to grind, that slow, earthy rhythm of love begins to fill my mind as we experience the internal sensations and share the energies of body flow. My two explorers cannot help but draw her constantly closer, rubbing her crotch against my thick hardness. We are lost in the play of lips and tongues. She licks my lips, I nibble her chin. I kiss her nose, she sucks on my taster. My mind is filled with the scent of waterfalls and blossoms. We gaze into the window of the other soul, time, all of eternity, becomes completely still. She breaks the stillness with an innocent, caring question. "How do you feel?" My mind is filled with nothing except pure desire and wet, hot, sticky lust for I can barely speak the words, "I need you." She smirks and says, "We shall see." As she draws loose the string of my pantaloons my thankful erection springs into the air. It rises higher than the tallest tower and easily past her petite navel. She bubbles a moan of appreciation, anticipation, acceptance and a tiny, teensy bit of fear, "ooouuummmmmnnnnoooohhhh!" By The Water Ch. 03 As Sool exclaims her appreciation of my throbbing penis, a tiny bit of her delicate spittle drools from her mouth, extends a brief tail, hanging for a small eternity, and falls, slowly onto my thick, purple cock top. Goddess saliva impacts and spreads ever so slightly to begin an ascent down my mountainous fleshy peak. Where the wetness contacts my stretched skin, electric pleasure travels down more nerves then I knew I had in my entire body! Without any control over myself, I begin to twitch and contort my body with Sool on top of me. She is laughing hysterically at my reaction! A deep, blood curdling moan begins to build inside my cavernous chest. These sensations are far more than anything I have experienced or dreamed was possible. Still I feel every agonizing millimeter of spiritual hyper-pleasure ricochet throughout my body as her drool descends over the ridge of my cock head and down a very swollen shaft. A kaleidoscope of colors, emotions, smells and sounds runs through my head as my body channels sensory overload into the deep recesses of my mind. My moans turn into yells as a bowling-ball sized cavity near my crotch begins to fill with the vast quantities of sperm I know will be released within seconds. I run out of breath, my face puffy and bloated. As I inhale for my inevitable orgasmic scream, Sool surprises me. "Wait. Relax," she says with an amused smile. Simultaneously, she gets my attention by putting her fingers on my lips and at the same time, her hands gently caress my quivering balls, pressing slightly beneath them. Her words cut through me like a knife releasing all the pressure on my nervous system. I murmur softly into her fingers, as my balls slowly release vital essences into my body. Each pulse is an orgasmic contraction, slowly growing in strength. Her caring caress keeps me entirely calm, although the sensation is just as intense as before, it seems my capacity to adapt has engaged. After the first few orgasms, I feel a warmth spread from my balls to my stomach. I keep expecting to see an ocean of cum flow out in torrents, but it all stays inside. The warmth spreads to my entire body and begins to heat her cold flesh. With a final orgasmic shudder, I feel the last bit of vitality empty itself from my storage units. "Good boy, you did very well," Sool whispers lustily in my ear. "Now you are prime for me." I glance down between my legs, to my immense surprise, I am rock hard. So much so, that it is beginning to hurt, as if my arousal is too great for the seams of my body and is trying to free itself. Sool begins to rub her cunt against my thick rod. Her lips are fringed by a soft mossy fuzz that tickles and tantalizes my cock. With a deliciously wet sound, she rides it long-ways. Slowly, starting at the bottom of my shaft, she glides her slit to contact my head with her clit. She starts to dance against the crevice on the bottom of my head. She rests her engorged clit in my cock tip and starts to fuck my pee hole ever so gently. Her motions were smooth and determined before, now they are precise. We are greasing our well oiled machines back into service after much neglect. The contact of her body fluids now serves to feed my arousal, instead of overpowering my system. I begin to clench my dick muscles so that her clit is rubbed. Sool moves back to rubbing herself along my cock, the motion much more slick then before. There is less friction and more a sensation of pure warmth. As if I was moving against a hole in a block of very warm ice. I begin to lose myself to the feeling, as it does not have the ebb and flow of fucking, instead, her motion gives me a constant bliss. Then I begin to experience something truly curious. As if I possessed the growing clit which is pressing, intermittently, against a hard cock head. I can feel me on the lips of my vagina. They quiver with ecstasy. I begin to feel very empty... very hungry. This is a different sort of emptiness then my post orgasmic bliss. It is as if my entire body is a cavern, and this deliciously rubbing penis is slowly filling me with warmth. Now I want nothing more than to get on top of and impale myself on this thick throbbing pole. No, I have to wait until the time is right. Until the warmth grows high enough to open the gates and release the waters. What in the blazes is that nonsense running through my head? I don't know what to do. Looking down at my empty shell of a body, at once my mind is torn asunder. I see my beautiful chest heave deeply throwing light off a sheen of sweat. I cannot identify with my bliss-filled eyes, as agony has been my friend until this day. Glancing around using Sool's eyes in frantic uncontrollable movements, I find a familiar penis, bloated and swollen beyond belief. I know what it wants. My awareness identifies with and rushes back into my body, accompanying this is an enormous pressure where, when my consciousness existed inside of Sool there was an empty void. I cannot tell which of the two was the more uncomfortable, each being a deep set need not being fulfilled, all while pushing against the spirit by growing steadily. As it takes me several moments to regain my consciousness and identification, Sool makes the next move, or was it my influence? Her soft lips slip around the head of my cock and kiss it. Immediately, the pressure begins to release slightly. Her long, pointed tongue circumnavigates my knob, just underneath the ridge. She leaves behind no small amount of her heavenly nectar. When most of the surface on my throbbing cock is covered with her wetness, she takes me into her mouth. She moves her head ever so delicately, her mouth muscle dancing swirls around my shaft as it plunges deliciously into her soft insides. She begins to moan, louder and louder each time my penis comes into contact with the back of her throat. The vibrations move through me and intensify my already engorged desire. The pleasure is so great that I dare not thrust, for fear of losing my cool. Her hands and mouth keep me exceptionally entertained, and if I am to derive any sort of conclusion, she enjoys giving me head. Sool's wet pelvis begins to contact my feet with her undulations. I reach down and tap the side of her ass, moving her entire body around my penis like a crank. She keeps me inside the entire time, and shortly, her dripping flower takes root above my head. Here her smell is strong, briefly overpowering my senses with a musk of sex and incense. Her lips are skinny and pink, parting to show many layers of folds. The button of her clitoris serves as a starting target for my reaching tongue. I raise my head to inhale her scent as I move towards her clit. Upon contacting her sweet spot, she drives her crotch onto my face. My nose accidently forcing itself into her body cavity, this pushes me further into the act of cunnilingus farther then I usually go. Using my nose and chin to put pressure on the bottom and top of her vagina, I spread her open for me like rising bread. My tongue now has access to deeper parts of her. I lick all the way down the smaller cavern that leads to her heavenly passage. I softly nibble the ridges between my lips. When I begin to gently circle her hole with my tongue, a torrent of thick, cuntwater is unleashed and I cannot breathe. She moans deep within her chest and pulls herself off my penis with a casual slurp. Through my brief panic, I see her, mouth gaping wide, eyes full of need as she turns around towards me. Waves of dark energy pour from her face. Where as before, she was the light rippling on the water, now she betrays the depths of her hidden oceans. This moment is so beautiful it burns her image into my brain forever. With complete authority Sool says, "I am going to have you now." I nod in excited willingness and anticipation. For Sool is a powerful source of energy, every moment I spend with her expands my horizons beyond their old limits. With her inspiration and support, I can do things for my life that I could not otherwise do. I'm already beginning to regret our inevitable passing of ways, but that is an example of the old thinking that I must discard! If I am to maintain my very sanity when dealing intimately with a form of pure spirit. We could not ever have a life together. I accept her completely and I am fortunate to be here. She is part of the workings of a world that is greater then mine. Her presence is essential in the grand order of the universe, while I can be transitory, unreliable and human. The love I feel for Sool is beyond any gross earthly desires of possession and absolute control. One cannot have Sool. To exact the force of my desires to restrain her actions would be as profitable as selling wind from my hands. She excites my spirit, partly because of the dangerous circumstances. I feel free to be whomever I want to be. How can I possibly offend a Goddess with my true self? At worst, she finds the burdens of my humanity absolutely hilarious. By The Water Ch. 04 We come together, and the earth folds in on itself. The landscape around me shifts and changes with the tidal flow of our lovemaking. Slow and determined, we remain locked at the hip with maximum penetration hitting all angles. The motion is slow, smooth and unconscious, my mind is no where near the physical intimacy we are engaged in. My thoughts skip and skyrocket, bouncing between memory and madness. From the clouds I see the land, then my attention torn downward again. We shift along parallel threads of space to a younger world in a darker time. Black clouds fill red skies. Between being lost in our eyes, the lake has shaped into a small stream. Life grows more abundant here, despite the dire surroundings. Her hair becomes green grass and is entwined by mighty roots of oak trees. Leaves fall, to mulch into earthy sod, out of which more growth springs. Caressing her breast, moving up a small hill, a rocky outcropping leaks out a spring of the purest water. A vagina of the earth, the orifice is a source and provider of life here. Healthy and safe, this grove is perhaps the last sane respite on the planet. Darkness surrounds and encroaches upon this patch of thriving green life. One, alone. stands up against advancing hordes, convincing them of the folly of their actions. Many hear her clearly, and heed her warnings, turning away to return to a simple life. Others join with sickly kin, never content with what little force they do possess, they strive to take all they can, not because of need, just because they can. Abusing the father and neglecting the mother often works well for purposes of war. Especially if manufactured by a monster of purest greed whose very humanity is consumed by a desire for power. A dark figure watching from a high vantage point, his will is enacted through throngs of mindless followers. We are held tightly together through the mad mistress of history, lock and key in union. She turns the wheels of time and I turn with her. A titanic clash ensues between my precious defender and the forces of aggressive conquest. Calling all the power of light, life and goodness to her side, she is unable to stop the minds bent towards destruction. Trees fall and burn, blotting the sky with inky smoke. As the light begins to fade, her powers follow the same path of decadence. A tear falls from her eye onto my cheek, never was pure virtue expressed so true. Soon, with no small amount of toil, the battle for life is lost. The world is torn. Sool is raped, burned and banished into a burnt crevice of earth made by the new world order. She experiences complete, utter hopelessness as despair consumes every fleeting chance for hope past the shadows. Naked, vulnerable to the visions, she begins to shudder and cry, a defeated spirit. Burning emotions leave her scorched and empty, she rises from the ashes, reborn. Rain water trickles in and restores her vitality. Dark times come and pass. The shine of life forms a protective shell against the ravages of time. Evil undermines itself as the universe maintains balance. Streams and crevices become small pools. Seeds that escaped the inferno and survive the frost take root to begin growing. My own seed, the essence of matter at the root of existence, begins to form an undeniable presence. Trees grow and house birds, squirrels and no small amount of bugs and fungus. Healthy rot, not scorched carbon, begins to coat the ground. She puts her essence into the trees, into the birds and the bees. Through endless giving she feels alive again, but still not whole. The monsters took everything but her core life force. We begin to vibrate in unison, our subtle energies coming to the forefront. Shattering the historical montage, I awake from the dreams into a fantasy, on the brink of release while inside water nymph Sool. Rushing into the present, entwined atop our grassy knoll, our shape the transverse slice of a deep bowl, we pass over the peak of pleasure. My senses tingle when her back arches, heaving for air with short shallow breaths. Her breasts, lovely thick mammaries caress my chest, they spread apart and cover me in sweat. I am in so deep, I can feel the walls of her cunt grasp at my throbbing rod. My head rests in the nook between her neck and shoulder as we gyrate. I bite down on her thick earthy neck tendons. Without warning, or explosive surprise, we find a place of calm where our tensions dissipate. A audible sigh emits from us as we collapse back to the ground. The land, her ward once again, flourishes and grows. The earth regenerates as evil loses hold. Seasons fly by in the blink of an eye and all the while dark powers fall ever more distant. Yet still, an undeniable presence remains... To dwell on it would be to tread the lines of sanity. The power could be mine. The world, entirely, comes under my imagined domain. Remove any chance, remain always certain. Shifting from shades of monochrome grey to a very firm division between black and white. Instead of following my path, take each and every desirable fork as it appears. I begin to feel it. The raw potential coursing through my veins, as if it had always been there. It begins to enter my chest and taint my feelings for Sool. She could be beneath me. Power unlimited could be mine. Enacting control over that which cannot be so controlled. If I know how she thinks, she will still fall. Just so long as we never find a safe pool, she will never be free of me! Remaining ageless while I grow old and wither! How marvelous it would be to spend the rest of my life with her. As all milk does sour, my insides curdle with selfishness. She tastes my mental betrayal. With infinite forgiveness she says, "You are corruptible, that is the nature of being human. You are also safe, I have read your soul since you sung to me. You will not forsake that which you hold dear for personal gain. This is a reason I choose you, out of hundreds if not thousands to deliver me away from the depths. I choose you because you will help me. " We cuddle in a post-coital embrace. Our breathing becomes one breath and slows. Our bodies emit a combined heat, and are neither warm nor cold. Completely spent, for the first time in my life, things are entirely clear. My path, my past, where I've gone and why. My future, my fate, is only what I make for myself. Every choice is mine to make, every opportunity is mine to take. And I have already chosen. A tiny spark makes a path of light from the rear of my neck and through my stomach to reach out and combine with Sool. This unearthly apparition is seen by senses that I did not know that I possessed. I begin to see through things, and gain awareness of my surroundings, not perception, but awareness. I see the wind and smell the trees. I am the waves caused by my breeze. As I become a part of her, Sool is now a part of me.