4 comments/ 3835 views/ 2 favorites Out There Ch. 01 By: Domdomain Note to the reader, this story is exactly that... a story, not just vehicle for sex scenes. I hope that you'll enjoy and I definitely appreciate any feedback. Thank you all so much for taking the time. Please take the one second to vote, Thanks so much... Domdomain. * Something is wrong, very wrong. In your soul you can feel it, a lost lonely feeling even though you are surrounded by life in a giant metropolis. You know at an instinctive level that something has changed with the world, that something evil is growing and you are the only one that can sense it. You look out your window and scan the sky, looking for a sign of what you know is out there, coming to change the world as you know it. You also wonder if you are just imagining things, but you know that this is deeper than that. If you relax and close your eyes you can feel it, the strange disheartening sensation that is now chilling your soul, making you shiver involuntarily. You drive to work as you normally would, and go about your daily business as you normally would, but you just can't shake that sickening feeling. It invades your thoughts like an infectious disease. On your drive home, you now begin to feel something else permeating the awful premonitions you have been experiencing all day. You feel something drawing you, something warm and inviting, something so compelling and deep that it almost pushes the evil feelings out of your mind. All the way home, you are almost overwhelmed by this bizarre mix of emotions flooding though your consciousness. As you walk through the door to your warm apartment, you get the definite feeling that you need to be somewhere else and that you needed to be there right now. You turn hovering at the threshold debating what to do, then sensing that this place you need to be could be far away you rush in and head straight to your bedroom. Quickly, you grab a large suitcase, frantically stuffing it with your belongings, taking care to only bring clothes of a somewhat practical nature. Perhaps sensing that you may have to be outside in the elements wherever you may be going. The whole time you're packing, you are debating with yourself, 'This is crazy, what the hell am I doing?' Yet you continue your frenzied packing, just knowing that this feeling could not be denied. It was like a family member or a loved one screaming way off in the distance, and an ominous feeling of death underlying everything. If you weren't so occupied you would have just sat down and cried, the darkness in your soul was so omnipresent, but again, as soon as the dark feelings became too much, the other, greater feeling would warm you inside and give you strength. Shockingly, it also gave you a growing feeling of arousal, periodically sparking tingles all over your body. As you toss your bags and other necessities into your car, again you chide yourself for this strange behavior and almost stomp back into your house in disgust. But as you turn to do so, the compelling pull exerts itself ten times as hard as before, you now know that someone you love needs you very badly. The powerful feeling all but blocks out the darkness, dampening your panties, fiery tingles coursing down your neck and across the tops of your breasts. You jump into your car and gun it down the street letting your intuition guide your direction. You turn onto the highway and head for the airport feeling an indefinable need to hurry. You are also compelled to move your hand between your soft thighs, gently grazing the thin material barely covering your warm mound. The slightest touch causing a sharp intake of breath. Your womanhood is beyond sensitive, and with a frustrated groan, you withdraw your delicate fingers from your aching need, worried you'll get into a accident if you touch it again. Once at the terminal, you arrange for storage of your car and head for the ticket counter. While you wait in line, you try to figure out where the hell you are going to fly, as you shift from foot to foot trying to cool the burning between your long legs. The darkness you sense seems to ebb and flow in varying degrees of intensity, causing your mind to wander and loose your train of thought. All of a sudden you are standing in front of the teller who is looking at you with a puzzled look on her face. "Destination?" she asks curtly. As if with a mind of its own, you hear your voice say, "West, I mean, Kelowna BC, as quickly as possible thanks." The woman again studies you intently for a second, and then goes about the business of getting you a boarding pass. You're truly winging it now, totally letting the warm, sultry feeling pull you where it will. For some reason, you're convinced that this feeling will guide you to someone that can provide all the answers. Once aboard and seated within the rather small plane, you allow yourself to relax, closing your eyes and just drifting as the engines rev up for take-off. The wheels liftoff and you hear the landing gear retract, the plane climbing out gracefully from the field. After hearing the flaps slide back into flight position, a peaceful quiet enters your mind, just the drone of the engines and a soft hissing of air. The white noise lulls your overtaxed nerves to sleep, your mind floats on the edge of a dream, fluttering with the wispy, silver clouds that surround the plane. A pleasant, comforting presence is with you, floating in the soft clouds, always there, helping you push the darkness away and allowing you to achieve peace. That peaceful feeling, warmed as well by the arousing heat that accompanies it, burning with love and that familiar need. For the first time in ages, you really sleep knowing that you are completely safe; the irony of this all happening on a plane is the farthest thing from your mind. The presence you sense surrounds you for a moment, engulfing you in its embrace like a warm, lovingly made blanket. The tenderness of it is so sweet and gentle, yet powerfully alluring in its strength and masculinity, causing your blood to come to a slow simmer. When it slowly drifts away from you, the loss of its touch leaves you needing it more and you yearn for it deeply. In your dreamy mind, a hazy picture forms before your minds eye, a picture of a person. He's standing on the rounded top of a beautiful mountain, way in off the distance, arm raised in the air as if waving. Your vision zooms in on a man standing in front of an old, battered, log cabin. Surrounding the cabin is a beautiful sloping plane of waist-high violet grass, waving and flowing in the light breeze. You are with him then, starring in awe at the beautiful scenery laid out before you. His presence flares the powerful sparks of desire that burns within you. In a quiet whisper, as if to not disturb the beauty, you ask, 'Is this place... real?' 'Yes Freyah,' He responds, 'it's real, and you are heading for it right now.' 'Do you... know me?' You ask puzzled. 'For as long as I can remember.' You study the man for a moment, baffled, you feel like you should know this tall, sturdy stranger. Deep down, you're positive you've met this person before. You feel inexplicably drawn to him, unconsciously moving closer to him. In a deep and troubled voice, he says, 'Freyah, I need you, we have to stop it before it's too late, I'll meet you.' You feel a bump and a woman's voice invades your blissful state. The flight attendant says, "You will be debarking in five minutes." You snap back to reality, quickly scanning your surroundings and getting your bearings. The plane was just rolling up to a smallish terminal, the area surrounding the airport quite picturesque in the gleaming sunshine. You couldn't believe you slept through the landing, you hated landings... You felt wonderful and totally refreshed, wondering, 'Was that a really long dream, or had I been in some soft, comforting time-warp.' You couldn't believe you'd slept the whole way. You pass through the terminal and walk directly to the exit after retrieving your bags. For some reason, the dark feeling was again growing stronger again and you wanted to get outside into the soul-warming sunshine. With every step you felt you were moving ever closer to your goal. As you make it to the front parking area and stand in the sun, you unfortunately still feel the evil but lessened from what it had been indoors. You can't help thinking again about the compelling man in the dream. Could he answer all the frightening questions? What is this horrible darkness? His beautiful dark eyes had seemed so worried, yet you can still feel the wonderful sensations you had experienced. Standing there tingling next to him, while looking at the stunning panorama in front of the old, quaint cabin. The man seemed to know you better than anyone you'd ever allowed. You stand there in doubt and confusion, wondering why you also seemed to know him intimately even though you can't place his name. The compulsion to be near this man is unbearable and you know if he asked, you would follow him to the depths of hell if it meant you could see him one more time. It was his presence you had felt while floating outside the plane, you knew now with absolute certainty. It was he that had touched you so lovingly and intimately and you longed deeply for more. 'What the hell am I doing?' kept running through the practical side of your mind, 'I'm standing in front of an airport, in a town I don't know, waiting for something or someone I don't know, and this seems right to you?' You're trying to be logical with yourself, but this time it's not working. You know deep in your soul that you need this man, has somehow, he made you feel more complete than you've ever felt before. All your life, you have never felt very connected to anything. Always a loner, always apart, and never, never letting anyone too close... even family. You never liked to admit that to yourself, yes you loved them in your way, but never opened up to them. You've never had a serious romantic relationship, keeping the walls firmly ensconced about you. Why this dream man, you think to yourself, 'Figures... only a dream man will ever be good enough... What the hell's the matter with me?' Just thinking about the vision causes your knees to weaken momentarily. With a large, needful sigh, you remember his loving, accepting touch among the clouds of your dreaming mind. In the background, the darkness you sense is swelling larger and you shudder at the sheer evil of it. The feeling it in the air is like a black, hateful mist that sticks to your soft skin, making you want to scream, the revulsion was so powerful. It was like thousands of black, greasy little spider were crawling all over your pearlescent, white skin. All you know is that you and this mystery man will have a crucial part to play when it comes to dealing with this evil, and the thought of that scares you deeply. Yet, the thought of being close to the magnetic stranger made the darkness back-off a bit, also making you quiver inside with an undeniable need for his touch. Somewhat lost, you stand in the sun and just wait for whatever comes next, aching inside from the ever-present evil, as well as the blistering need to be near the tall burly stranger in your dream. You know that he exists, you can feel it so powerfully that there is no question he is real. In your mind now you are repeating over and over, 'I know that you're real. I know that you're real.' You say it quietly once more out loud, enjoying how it seemed to help push the darkness away. "Freyah?" A low voice behind you asks. You spin around more than a little startled and face him. With false bravado, you say, "Hey, fancy meeting you here, will you please tell me what the hell is going on." Your exasperated tone takes the man by surprise but he recovers quickly, "No, not here...Lets go, we're in a hurry." He picks up your large suitcase and strides away into the parking lot, leaving you standing on the sidewalk seething with confused frustration. You have had it with all this weird shit and are tempted to walk back inside and hop on the next plane out, but... He had your suitcase and he had the answers, and if you needed either you were going to have to follow him. Your mind made up, you rush across the lot to catch up to him. Your feeling more than a little pissed, but also something entirely different. The fact that he wouldn't put up with any shit and the stern way he had looked at you after your rather unexpected tone, made you tingle inside, burning with the need to be with him so much more. As you match strides with him he says, "Thank you for coming Freyah, sorry about the lack of protocol and preliminaries, but we need to keep moving or He will zero in on us, you must feel it." "You mean the darkness, this evil something I've been feeling for two days?" you ask. "Him," he replies nodding. Just then you reach an old, faded, two-tone ford truck, he puts your suitcase in the box and does the same with the one your carrying, then opens the passenger door, "Your gleaming chariot awaits," he smiled with a little sun twinkling in his eye. At that moment you could feel that beautiful presence emanating from him and again felt the darkness ease and your body respond instantly and startlingly to him. Blushing, you hop up in the cab and he closes the door. The old truck fires as soon as he turns the key, rumbling with quiet authority. As he pulls out and onto the side road, you can feel that this pickup may be old, but it had serious balls where it counts. As he cranks a left through an intersection and onto the main highway, the truck roars through the gears punching you back into your seat. Keeping his eyes on the road the man says, "Have you noticed that the longer you stay in one spot, the more you can sense the darkness?" You thought about it for a second than replied, "Now that you mention it, yes, when ever I walked or drove and especially when I was flying the feeling definitely fades a bit." "Exactly," he said. "He is getting a bead on you when ever you stand still and if you remain static for too long, He will drain you of everything you are." You turn to him, your stunning eyes scanning every inch of him and ask in a soft, slightly desperate voice, "Please, who are you, I feel like I know you... but I can't seem remember your name and I don't understand what's happening." Again you are powerfully drawn to him and have to fight the compulsion to cuddle up to him. He glances quickly at you and smiles, every time he looks at you, you get the feeling he can look right through you and see all of your secrets and fears, all the doubts you hide so skillfully, and all the wants and powerful needs as well. "This may be a little hard to believe, but we've known each other on and off for over a thousand years. Many times we have lived and died together, loved, cried and laughed together, and more importantly, fought this damn shit that keeps coming up every couple hundred years of so." His statement, so casually spoken, completely floored you and left you quite breathless. Even though your logical side was scoffing at this ludicrous information, your spiritual side was agreeing wholeheartedly, and deep down you knew he wasn't exaggerating. "You may call me Ben if you like." Again his low soothing voice brought on a flood of emotions and his simple name caused a flash of recognition so profound, you tremble inside with the knowing of it. He navigates the old beige and brown truck deftly through the busy traffic of what you supposed was Kelowna, a sprawling, smallish city, surrounded by beautiful scenery on all sides. The grumpy sounding truck rolled up onto an old bridge, passing directly over a section of a very large lake, you ask, "Is this Okanagan Lake?" "Yes it is, it spans across seventy-plus miles of valley in this area and we will be following it for a while until we branch off from Penticton and head into the mountains." He responded. With a little trepidation and coming across as maddeningly submissive, you ask, "Please, what is this awful darkness I feel, and why is it when I'm near you it fades away?" His dark, smoky eyes pass over you again and he says, "Right, straight down to business eh? Well it's a little tough to explain, but what you are sensing in an entity so massive it can't be measured or looked upon in its entirety. It can morph parts of itsself into any shape, including humanoid, and can pass though solid objects like walking through air. The most disturbing thing is that it's immensely intelligent, in a very vile and twisted way, and this thing has an absolute lack of compassion or empathy. It despises any and all forms of life... I think you can sense that if he had its way, the earth would be a desolate wasteland, devoid of light, color or beauty." His brow furrowed for a moment. You could tell it caused him pain to think about what this beast could do to the world and everything that he found beautiful on it. "The reason you feel it fade when you are near me, is that when we're together, the connection we share somewhat cancels out most of Its effect. The shitty thing is that the darkness is affecting everybody but they can't sense it. They just don't realize that the bastard is feeding off their growing fear and hatred. All forms of negativity are sustenance to it, and he is actively pushing everybody towards more and more negative emotions." Shaking his head sadly, Ben continues, "Every time there is a murder, or any violence for that matter, it makes him stronger." Again that worried look darkens his weathered face, making you ache inside to ease his pain. Coming to a startling revelation, you realize that through a constant effort of will, he is pushing the darkness away from the two of you and that it's taking a toll on his strength. You can see as you scrutinize him that he is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white and he seems slightly out of breath. You know with certainty that even though he didn't tell you, this is why the darkness had eased from you. This is why you could finally relax and be free of the hideous oppression, and for this you are eternally grateful to this strange, sensitive man. 'I can't imagine the strain that must be on him,' you wonder to yourself. A welling of empathy swells within your soul, surely he must need to rest. Trying to think of a way to ease the strain, you glibly remark, "Hey Ben, you grip that wheel any harder and you'll break something. Why don't you pull over and let me drive for a while, you look really tired." He looks at you with a touch of impatience but as he scans your beautiful, smiling face, he can't help but crack a smile and chuckle, "Kay, I'll pull over in Summerland and then the grumpy old bitch is all yours." In the sleepy little town of Summerland, he pulls into a parking lot and asks, "Hungry?" "Starving," you reply with a smile, you both exit the truck and stretch. "Back in a sec," he says and tosses you the keys, then turns and walks into a store presumably to get some food. You view the surroundings with an artistic eye, loving the atmosphere of the mountainous area, enjoying the beautiful lakes, the sunshine and the soft breeze. As soon as Ben was out of sight, you could feel again the darkness seeping in and rapidly becoming unpleasant. You walk around to the driver's side and lean on the warm hood. It felt good to feel the solidness of the now familiar truck, which in turn reminded you of its brawny owner, sparking tingles of sensuous warmth at the thought of him. He was such an enigma, in one moment he was so serious and business-like, the next smiling and cracking jokes, his eyes so filled with joy and love of life that it made you smile just thinking about him. The thought of his eyes filled you with an unexpected heat, you suddenly needed him very badly, the darkness was getting a little too much. Out There Ch. 01 You chide yourself out loud, "I'm a strong person, why do I need him to take this shit for me? Do I really need any man to protect me from anything?" But deep down you know that he is not any man, and you really did need him for a lot more than to push away the darkness. Seeing him returning immediately triggers relief, the blackness fading with his every returning step. You offer him a large smile and say, "What's on the menu big guy, I'm famished." "Only the best Sweetie, we've got the mak'ins for some gourmet chicken and or tuna sandwiches, you drive and I'll cook, deal?" "Deal," you shoot back and hop in behind the wheel, yanking your seat forward so you could reach the pedals, also feeling so good now that he's back. You fire up the engine and playfully ask, "Sure you want me to drive your baby?" you bat your lashes, playing up the girly girl routine. He laughs and returns with, "Sure, just remember, for every mile of road, there's two miles of ditch." You laugh with him and drop it into gear, punching it out of the parking lot. Trying not to show it, at first you feel a little nervous, not being used to driving a truck. But soon after, you start to really enjoy the feeling of being up so high, and love the brute power the old pickup barks out on command. A couple miles down the highway, he hands you a chicken sandwich he'd fabricated and puts an open bottle of water in the your cup holder, the two of you munch on Ben's delicious sandwiches and enjoy each others company as the miles tick by. After a lot of laughs and teasing, you feel like you are hanging with an old friend and can scarcely believe you just met this engaging man only a couple hours ago. It was so cliché, but you felt like you had known him all your life, as at ease and open with him as he seemed to be with you. He put his feet up on the dash and leaned back, enjoying the rest as you power through the winding roads, snaking your way into the mountains. You'd just left a beautiful little city called Penticton and were now climbing up and away from the lake as you headed west. You ask with a grin, "So are you gonna tell me where we're going, or do I have to guess?" Grinning back, he says, "Nope, it's a surprise, but I think you'll find it quite interesting, let me know when we reach Keremeos." He closed his eyes and relaxed, totally at ease and apparently comfortable with your driving. You smile to yourself, amazed at how happy you are with the confidence he has in you. As you drive you are again taken with the amazing beauty of this place, the mountains are covered in a thick carpet of deep, green coniferous trees. In places the color shifted into the reds and oranges as the rock walls steepened into striated cliffs, adorned with beautifully reddish sedimentary lines. The landscape is so incredible; you had to force yourself to pay attention to the narrow, mountain highway. Beside you, Ben's breathing was now deep and regular and you could tell he'd dropped off. Unable to help yourself, you keep stealing little glances at him, really loving the peaceful look on his sleeping face. Inexplicably, for the first time in your life, you feel like you are right where you should be. With every glance, you feel more and more deeply for the burly man snoring softly next to you, the need to reach over and touch his rugged face is almost impossible to resist. You can't help remembering how he had touched you in your dreams, the thought making you squirm in your seat a little and quickens your breath. Why did this man have such a powerful affect on you? As you pull into the drab little village of Keremeos, you pull off the road into a secluded, gravel parking lot, killing the ignition. Allowing yourself a luxurious stretch, you look over at your mysterious passenger again, this time you can't resist touching him. Sliding over close to him, you gently run your fingers along the stubble of his strong jaw line, reveling in the feel of him. Once started you can't stop, gently sliding your fingers across his broad chest, your heart pounding and your pussy moistening on its own accord. Not once in your life have ever been so bold, wantonly touching a stranger in such a sluttish manor, as your hand tentatively grazes up his powerful thigh towards his crotch. As you hear the old truck ticking itself cool, your other hand slides under your dress as if with a mind of its own, your long, feminine fingers caressing your heated panties. Your respiration speeds as your hand carefully rubs over the swelling in his jeans, it grows all on its own as you timidly stroke it. The scent of his masculinity invades your senses, vastly increasing the liquid content in your in your already damp panties. Like a ghost, an errant thought pops forcefully into your mind, 'God I want to suck his cock!' This stops all movement for a second, as you consider your lustful thought. 'Did I actually think that??... Me, the Ice-Bitch? I've only done that once before in my life, and only then because I was really drunk... With agonizing slowness, you start your exploration again, the unfathomable hunger to taste him still tingling in your mouth. The nasty thoughts keep coming, surfacing hotly into your lust-fevered mind, 'I do, I really do, I want to taste him so bad... I want to feel it throb in my mouth and on my tongue.' Your hand can feel the outline of his now semi-hard cock and it's driving you crazy, 'I not only want to suck it, I want him to make me do it... forcefully pushing this beautiful dick into my face.' The thought scared you a little, yet excited you beyond anything you've ever felt. You didn't think of yourself as a prude, but you were shocked by the sinful intensity of your thoughts, this was not the way a good Catholic girl was supposed to think. Again, a thought that would have revolted you a week ago, now had your little vagina gushing into your underwear, 'I want to taste his cum, have him force me to drink it like a whore,' This one really shocked you, as you pant like a dog, staring hungrily at the man of your literal dreams, 'What the hell is wrong with me? I've never been so turned on in my life and he hasn't even touched me... What the...?' Just then your finger follows the outline of your slit through your panties, firmly rubbing across your now greatly swollen clit. It was like someone pressed the button to a nuclear bomb, your body wrenched back and your head bangs unceremoniously onto the headrest, as wave, upon wave of crushing pleasure crashes through you. Quaking violently, you bite your lip to keep from screaming out and waking him. A couple minutes pass as you try to gather your thoughts as well as your dignity. All these years you'd thought that you had actually experienced an orgasm.... NOT, not even remotely. This was in a different time-zone from anything you'd ever felt, your eyes go wide as you think, 'And he never even touched me...' You pull away from him as though burned, but instantly feel worse; the shame of what you had done couldn't override the need to be near him. Carefully and slowly, you gently lean in and kiss the corner of his sensuous lips. He smiles against your lips as he wakes up, and then gently returns your delicate kiss with one equally as gentle. His hand gently slides up your back and under your long, blonde hair, cupping the back of your head with his large palm, his kiss becoming a little deeper and more passionate. You respond in kind, holding the sides of his face, kissing him deeply as you feel your body warm and mould itself to him, the kiss seeming to go on for an eternity. He gently broke the kiss and smiling said, "Guess that's a hint that it's my turn to drive." He looked around, the sun was going down and the little town seemed dark and lonely. "Holy shit, we're in K country already, you were speeding weren't you?" he said, wagging his finger at you with mock sternness. "Maybe just a little," you say in sweet innocence, batting your eyelashes at him again, and then burst out laughing, "What can I say, I was having a ball!" He smiles broadly and hops out the passenger door, continuing to snicker as he walks around the front to the driver's side. You had slipped down and were standing by the door, stretching with your arms way above your head, while doing this he walks up to you and slips his strong arms around your midsection. "Thank you so much for letting me catch a nap, Freyah, I really appreciate it," he whispers smiling. You respond by lowering your arms in a circle around his neck and kiss his sensuous mouth, you can't get enough of him, the feel of him, the taste if him, it's all so intoxicating. This time as he returns your sweet kiss, you feel that same beautiful feeling you had experienced on the plane, a complete and total giving of himself. You reciprocate by drawing his tongue deeply into your warm mouth, sucking it gently, holding him to you with all your strength, unwilling to let the kiss end. At that moment, while holding him fiercely to you, the two of you standing beside a lonely, darkened highway, you sense all the worry, strife and chaos of the world fly away like dust in the breezy night. Never at any time in your life had you felt so truly loved and appreciated, you feel enveloped within the sweet, passionate need for this powerful, caring man. Your knees weaken, causing you to lean even harder into him. He responds by crushing you to him in a powerful embrace, his own feelings too becoming a little overwhelming. Again he slowly and gently broke the kiss, gazing into your eyes for some time like he had lost his train of thought, "Oh ya, guess we better get moving," he smiled, "this next leg is going to be a little arduous." When he releases you, the feeling of need for him was unbearable. You want desperately for this man to just reach out and take you in his large, powerful hands and make love to you here and now. You quivered inside with desire, but try to ignore it, along with your wet panties. You jump in the cab and slide across to the passenger side, squirming a little in your seat. He hops in and fires the engine and even though there is heat pouring out of the ducts, you feel cold and lost with the absence of Ben's crushing embrace. You shiver slightly as he pulls back on the highway and slowly cruises through the cold, little town. He notices your state, "Are you ok Freyah?" You respond with, "I'm fine," sounding a little harsher than you intend. He looks at you intensely for a second then abruptly pulls the truck off the road, surprising you with the jerky movement. He turns to you and says softly but with an intensity that is a little frightening, "Look Freyah, you can't hide from me, I can see you, see just about everything about you, by now I think you know this. I know you're strong, stronger than even you can imagine." His tone softens a bit and he says smiling, "Your tough, but your not so tough that I can't spank your cute little ass if you try to hide things from me again." You look at him a little shocked by the strong reaction your body has to his words. You need his loving touch so bad, it burns deep within you. Quickly, before your pride can get in the way, you slide close to him and bury your face into his neck, drinking in his delicious warmth and maleness. Once again you feel so cherished and loved as he encircles you in his one armed embrace squeezing you to him, kissing you softly on the forehead, warming you even more with the shear tenderness of it. Slowly, you pull your feet up on the bench seat and lay with your head in his lap, curling up in a comfortable, warm ball as you nuzzle your face into his belly, loving the closeness and scent of him. You feel his large hand deftly stroking and caressing your hair. His fingers make delicious, massaging circles on you scalp, the effect is unbelievably relaxing, yet electrifying at the same time. You nuzzle further into his lap and a soft, contented sigh escapes your lips. In response to this, you feel his hand tremble slightly for a second, and then continue its loving, gentle caresses. His touch was so sweet and caring that it was a little overwhelming but you give in to it and trust the truth, beauty and love of it. His warm hand was now absently stroking down your neck and swirling around your upper back as he drove, tracing little spiraling circles down your spine, and causing a host of wonderful sensations to flow through you. His large hand continued its journey down your back to the soft, round swelling of your bottom. He cups your tender left cheek in his powerful hand and squeezes long and hard, sending marvelous tingles into your moistening loins. He held you that way for a long time, enjoying the firm, roundness of your lovely backside. Beneath the softness of the side of your face, you're pleasantly surprised to feel him growing hard against your cheek. You smile thinking to yourself, 'well, I guess I have some affect on this guy after all.' The truck rumbled on down the dark, quiet stretch of highway, making you feel like you are the only people in the world. Mischievously, you gently start kissing and nuzzling into his warm crotch, innately knowing that this would push his buttons. He inhales sharply and glances down at you, the dash lights illuminating the hunger in his eyes, "You're a rather naughty girl aren't you," he whispers hotly. "You have no idea," you respond, reaching up and unbuckling his jeans and slowly pulling his zipper down. You reach in and allow his long, hard shaft to poke out of the door in his boxers, moaning sweetly as it springs out and taps you hard on the cheek. You kiss the hardening head of his penis and not wanting to wait, you slowly envelope his enticing shaft with your hot, sweet mouth, loving the taste of him and the heat of his now very hard member against your tongue. In your mind, the thoughts swirl, 'Yes, oh my God, yesss, this is exactly what I need. I need this, I love this.' The feeling of your moist mouth engulfing him brought forth another hissing intake of breath and he says, "Careful sweet one, unless you want a mouthful of hot cum, it's been more than a while." You pull his cock out of your mouth and slowly stroke the wetness of your saliva up and down his hard shaft with your hand, so beautiful as you look up at him and say, "That's exactly what I want Ben, I want to taste your hot cream on my lips, on my tongue, I don't know why, but I need it so fucking bad, I'm not going to stop until you give it to me." With that you nuzzle his hardness with your soft face, running the shaft along your silky cheeks and the head around your sensuous lips. This was turning you on so much that you wiggle and squirm against his hand still firmly clamped to your beautiful little bum. He responds by slowly pulling off the road and parking in the shadows, under some trees a ways off the highway. He grabs your knees and pulls them forcefully up to your chest then slides his hard hand back down to your tender ass. His fingers grip your ass again, and then begin to explore down your thigh, and then back up under your dress into the warm cleft of your silken bottom, eventually slipping down to gently probe the heated moisture seeping through your panties around the opening of your incredibly wet pussy. This makes you burn with lust and want his cock so bad you quickly suck it back into your mouth, the taste of the small amount of pre-cum that had formed on his shiny head sent shivers of excitement rushing down into your pulsing femininity. His fingers continue their gentle assault of your clothed sex, first focusing on your wet hole and then grazing in small circles around the perimeter of your tight little butt-hole. The effect was driving you insane and you desperately wanted to feel his touch on and in your bare, tender flesh. Reaching down you pull your dress up and lift slightly to pull your panties down your thighs, your soft bottom glowing white in the dim dash lights. He looks at you again with lust and appreciation and again caresses your soft ass with his large hand, allowing his middle finger to slide slowly and teasingly down into the silky cleft of your bum. He then slides his hard finger into your very wet slit and gently enters you with his two middle fingers, causing you to quake and moan around his hard pole deeply embedded in your mouth. Always avoiding your clit, his fingers explore your quivering internal regions, touching you in places that make you gasp and whimper with delight. They then dragged some of your copious amounts of girl cream out and up into the cleft of your soft, milky ass, spreading it so that you were soaked and slippery from you clit to your tailbone. You could tell he loved the hot, slippery feel of your sexy, little ass. Based on your background, you're shocked by the yearning for him to insert a hard, beefy finger up into your tender, virgin bum. He complied as if reading your mind by rubbing more and more of your cream in burning hot circles around and into your tight little anus. This causes you to moan deeply and suck harder on the raging dick in your mouth. Maintaining that horny circular motion, he gently and slowly spirals his middle finger deeply up into your hot, delicate bottom, never stopping the electrifying spiral even when his finger was fully embedded. His long, hard finger swirls around in your tender little bum, sparking massive, orgasmic convulsions; shaking you deeply and making you clamp your bum-cheeks and your tiny asshole tightly around his hand and finger. He wouldn't let you stop, with his probing hand, he skillfully extends his index finger and thumb so that they gently and excruciatingly caressed a few millimeters on either side of your very hard, very swollen clit. He then stopped all movement, letting his fingers hover on just about every sensitive place you have. He grabs the hair at the back of your head with his rock hard fist and forcefully pulls your mouth up off of his hard shaft. All of this has you teetering on the edge of an earth shattering climax; you feel that you could die from the need of him. With a powerful realization, a thought pops into your head, you have done this before, experienced this before, sucking his beautiful cock, while his finger probed into your hot quivering pussy and ass. Just then his hot, sultry whisper burns into your being, "Do you think I should let you have that hard cock of should I just put it away and get back on the road?" You almost scream, "Please, give me that fucking cock, please give it to me!" As he teases you this way, the head of his hard dick is running a hot, wet trail down the side of your sensitive throat while he forces you to look up at him, his fingers still remaining almost motionless, moving just enough to keep you on the edge of the precipice. Then, while holding your head rock-steady, with one swift, almost violent motion, he thrusts his hard manhood into your open, waiting mouth. Simultaneously, he vibrates the fingers near your clit and the rigid finger up your ass in a rapid, startling way. You feel as though a nuclear blast is tearing through your exploding senses, you buck and convulse vigorously against his hand, as he pounds in and out of your wanting mouth. Releasing your head, he groans loudly as he pumps his hot cum deep into the back of your throat, gagging you with the sheer volume of it. The way he moves as he cums and the heat of his seed, combined with the unbelievable things he was doing to you with his fingers make you climax endlessly. Wave after overloading wave wrack your sensitive form, perfectly in time to the searing hot pulses of his cum, jetting into the back of your mouth. You suck him gently, intuitively your silken tongue drawing him in time to the pulses making him shiver and quake as you milk his manhood dry. Out There Ch. 01 The magnitude of the emotions that stem from this relatively simple act, awe you both with its power. You feel very reluctant to release his now flaccid penis from your mouth, just staying there holding it. Sucking and milking gently, your tongue cradles his manhood, while your lover's breath eventually slows to a normal rate. Ben does the same, leaving his fingers deeply inserted to enjoy the feel of your last quivers and internal contractions as your powerful orgasm subsides. To him, it was so simple yet so absolutely beautiful and he laid his head back and just reveled in the exquisite pleasure of the moment his heart welling with the emotion. Out There Ch. 02 A dozen miles farther and Ben pulls the old truck off the main highway and onto a narrow secondary road called the Ashnola River road. Even in the dark, the scenery passing through the headlights takes your breath away with the craggy ruggedness of it. Ever since you're previous stop, you have remained pasted to Ben's side. You never want to break the warmth and togetherness you feel when you're in physical contact with this loving man. The narrow road was paved for most of another ten miles, but after passing a strange, octagonal structure on the right, called the Pow-Wow grounds, it changes. The road turns into an even narrower dirt track that followed along the banks of a small but wildly tumultuous river. After such a long, strange day, the rough road seems to rock you to sleep and you can't keep your eyes open to the scenery any longer. You fall fast asleep, nuzzling into Ben's reassuring warmth. An indeterminate time later you are jarred out of your restful slumber by a large bump, the truck tilting alarmingly. Terrified, you look up at Ben, who is seemingly unconcerned, and then looking outside causes your heart to jump into your throat. The road had changed from a narrow track to little more than a goat path, a ragged stone wall on your right side and a yawning, black void of nothingness on the other. Petrified, you feel that the tires on Ben's side must be hanging nearly off the cliff. He notices your movement and smiles at you, "It gets a little hairy for the next few miles Angel." "Shit man, keep your eyes on the road... if you can call it that," you respond, a little panicked by what you are seeing. He chuckles a bit and continues up the insanely steep, rock-strewn trail, snaking around boulders and over fallen tree limbs that litter the path. Some of the rocks the truck crawls over crunch and grind loudly on the skid-plates beneath the old four-by-four, frightening you even more. Your fingers are gripping his bicep so hard with fear that you must be drawing blood. Ben didn't seem to notice or he was too busy to care. After a few more hair-raising bends and twists, the path widens somewhat and you are able to breath a little easier, again enjoying the amazing view in the tunnel of light ahead. The road, now that it had leveled off a bit, was covered in a beautiful carpet of soft green moss and pine needles. This makes you feel like the truck is traveling over a cloud compared to the jarring trail you had just experienced. After a few more gentle turns, a little dip and one last steep climb, Ben guides 'Old Grumpy' out onto a field of tall grass. The only way you could tell where the road was, is by where the grass had been bent down into two parallel lines disappearing over the rise ahead. When the nose of the truck climbed over the ridge, you're able to see the most amazing view. Even in the dark it makes you gasp with wonder, off across a large sloping plain, the old battered cabin from your dream looms ahead of you as Ben angles the truck towards it. Once parked in front of the cabin, Ben shuts off the engine and runs his hand gently over the dashboard as he says, "Good girl" then he looks at you a little sheepishly and smiles, "I have to talk nice to her after a climb like that of she'll get back at me later." You smile at him, amused with his tender display for the old truck. His smile widens and he says, "You laugh, but I highly recommend you do the same unless you want to feel her wrath." Laughing, you do as asked, gently stroking the dash, "Thank you sweetheart, you did a really marvelous job." You both exit the truck laughing then you look at him in the moonlight and ask lightheartedly, "You really love that old tank don't you?" He walks over to you quickly and puts his finger over your soft lips, "Shhhh, she'll hear you, she's already jealous of you, especially after witnessing how you had your way with me in her cab." He laughed hard and you joined him, feeling so good to be with him, feeling his love as he looks at you with smiling eyes. Completely at ease, you are starting, despite your internal objections, to rapidly fall for this guy. Then it hits you like a brick wall. The dark oppression you've been under for the last few days is gone... Ben is watching you intently as you discover the truth, nodding and smiling he says, "Ya feel it?.. Ain't it great? He was beaming like a school boy. "Surprise!" He laughed. You are definitely feeling something, or the lack of something. Deep inside you, there is an absolute and total absence of evil, replacing it, is a vital energy so powerful, it makes you vibrate, the positive force organically beautiful and nurturing. Still grinning, he says, "I love this shit," almost intoxicated by the boundless, positive energy spraying up at the two of you from below your feet. "It's a hot spot, He has no power here." Ben spread his arms wide, pointing to the surrounding area, "This whole mountain top is a weak-spot that we can use against Him, this mountain lays on one of the eight, true magnetic quadrant points that exist on the planet, four in each hemisphere and I found the fucker!" Again he was smiling and giddy. Abruptly, you realize that he'd been keeping the darkness at bay all this time, draining his strength. It was no wonder he felt intoxicated by the beautiful force emanating from this place. You are feeling a little overwhelmed by the shear intensity of it, its positive, unseen energy, flowing gently upward at you like an upside down waterfall of organic bliss. He comes over to you, slipping his arm around your waist, "Hey, come check out the five-star accommodations I've set up," he grabbed the well shaken bags out of the back of the truck and heads toward the ancient, beat up cabin. You follow on slightly wobbly legs, fascinated by the relic's grayish-white logs, shining a little in the beautiful moonlight. Once inside, Ben lit a few candles and by the time you caught up the interior was glowing softly. To your designer's eye, this place gave a whole new meaning to the word rustic. The cabin's interior consisted of a simple plank floor and countertop, a small, hand-made table, a couple of basic chairs and a large, wood platform at the back that had sleeping bags on it. In front of a pair of old, overstuffed armchairs stood a large, glass-fronted wood stove which Ben was lighting. A wisp of wood smoke gives you the nostalgic scent of camping from when you were a kid, and instantly you feel comfortable here, even with its design shortcomings. The positive ground force was a little less intense in here and it now made you feel loved in a very comforting sensual way, almost arousing in nature. Soon Ben had the fire blazing; a lantern lit back by the bed and was just returning with an armload of firewood. You carefully explore the cabin, taking in your surroundings and the warm, cozy feel of the old, log structure. With furtive glances, you never really let Ben out of your sight, his magnetic draw undeniable. As he industriously goes about his chores, every movement he makes is arousing you. The way the muscles move on his large hands and forearms, the way his pants hug his butt while he makes the bed, and especially the way he would glance at you every now and then with his caring, smiling eyes. You can't resist this man; you feel so deeply for him, you walk across and surround his midsection with your long, silky arms, hugging him tightly from behind. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, "You hungry?" "In a manner of speaking," you respond, pressing your cheek to his shoulder. He turns and puts his long, powerful arms around you, giving you a wonderfully massive bear hug. Instantly you melt into him, drinking in his radiant love, as well as his nurturing scent and warmth. "Listen Sweetie, tomorrow we've got a long hike to the center of the weak-spot," his eyes were very serious and intense, "there we must confront the evil and hopefully kick his ass for good this time. You really should gather your strength Baby, trust me, your going to need it." You snuggle into him and say, "Ummm, you're my strength, I feel so good when you hold me, I want you to take me to bed and make love to me." He holds you tightly to him again and kisses you deeply, tasting the sweetness of your lips, he then picks you up and gently carries you to the bed. The covers are fuzzy and soft as he lays you on it; he places soft kisses on your lips and forehead, and then sits beside you looking down at you with real concern for a moment. He takes your hand in his and kisses your soft fingertips and the palms of your hands. He then gently runs his fingers slowly over your face, touching you reverently as he traces loving lines around your full lips making you smile at him, your heart pounding with the way he looks into you. His hands then move to your hair and scalp, his fingers flowing through your silky locks making you feel like you are floating on the blissful energy that is flowing up from the ground beneath the cabin. Speaking softly, you ask, "You're trying to put me to sleep, aren't you?" "Well...ah...as a mater of fact... yeah... look I'm really worried about you. I don't expect you to understand this at all, but I love you more than I can every say, and the thought of you getting into trouble tomorrow scares the hell out of me, you..." Smiling, you reach up place your fingers over his mouth, "Shhhh,.. Ben, I don't understand how I can possibly know this after such a short time, but I care so much for you. Every part of me burns for your love and your touch, I can't describe it. I've spent my whole life running from these kinds of feelings... but I'm not going to fight it anymore Ben. I'm starting to fall in love with you... I can't explain it, but there it is... All I know is that with your love, I'll be ok, I can feel it Ben... I can feel it so deeply... please hold me in your arms Baby, take me... I need to feel your love all around me and deep inside me." He smiles at you and says, "Yes Ma'am." Then he leans in and gives you such a powerfully deep kiss, it makes your head spin. He then gently but purposefully removes your shoes, socks and then with extreme gentleness, your jeans, leaving you lying in the lantern light in your tank-top and cute little panties. He gently sits you up and gives you another blistering hot kiss, this one causing trembles in your abdomen from the intensity of it. Slowly he pulls your arms up, your hands reaching for the ceiling and deftly removes your top and bra. For someone with hands that looked like his, you find his touch so remarkably gentle, it makes you feel like he's terrified that he may harm you with his large, burly hands and this endears him to you even more. Ben lays you back down, keeping your hands up by the headboard, slowly running his callused fingers from your palms, down your arms to the sides of your breasts. They continue down until his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, gently and slowly easing them off of you. He stands and undresses, watching you intently the whole time. He then stands by the bed for a moment, his eyes studying your beautiful form from head to toe as though lost in your hypnotic beauty. You're trembling with the need of his touch and reach out to him and pull him on top of you, sighing in soft abandon as you feel his weight ease down upon you. His lips and tongue explore the wonderfully sensitive spots around your ears and down along the side of your graceful neck, this inducing larger sighs. His mouth works back up along your jaw line and continues to your soft, open mouth, where he kisses you long and deep, using his tongue to touch all the intimate places within your mouth. The loving passion of his kiss is so incredibly overwhelming; you feel fire coursing through your veins and sparking into your loins, moisture dampening your increasingly heated sex. You held on to him fiercely, crushing him to you as he makes love to your mouth with his. Ben's hands never stop moving as he kisses you, caressing your face and neck, his fingers entwining now and then into you golden hair. He would stop once in a while and just look into your eyes, his own almost welling over with emotion. He then kisses and sucks his way down your sensitive throat, down to your sternum and out to the beautifully soft swelling of your breast. Here he kisses and licks in large circles around your entire breast, flicking his tongue along the crease beneath it and gradually decreasing the size of the circle with every revolution. Once he had spiraled like this up to your delicate areola he does something a little unexpected. In your limited experience, most men in the heat of the moment, tended to suck or nibble on your nipples, usually too hard, he did neither. Instead making his tongue into a point, he presses it into your areola and proceeds to make small, slow circles around your hard nub, the sides of his hot, wet tongue just grazing around the edges of your now extremely hard, sensitive nipple. The way the point of his tongue was pushing into your areola, combined with the much gentler manipulation of your nipple was surprisingly erotic and sexy. The simple power of it was causing warm tingles to trickle from your breasts, radiating down into your moistening folds. He slowly repeats this maddening procedure with your other breast while continuing to use his fingers to manipulate the first. The stereo sensation is delicious and you entwine your fingers in his hair, pulling his face hard to your breast and moaning softly. Your large man moves his fiery mouth farther down to your tender belly and circles and dips his wet tongue gently into your navel, this causing you to squirm and wriggle with ticklishness. Smiling warmly, he then continues running his warm lips and tongue down to your sweet, creamy mound. Like his hands, Ben's mouth is exquisitely gentle as he explores your dripping wet pussy; his slow, tender technique drives you crazy as he opens your soft thighs wider. Turning his head to the side, he sucks first one, then the other of your puffy, outer labia into his mouth, sliding up and down while sucking, for now, avoiding your hot opening and your swelled little clit. You don't know if it's because of the sensual energy all around this place or what, but this was feeling way too good. You are now so aroused with the burning need of him that you feel like you're hovering above the bed. With hands grasping at air, you wiggle your hips trying to get his mouth onto your sweet, sensitive clit, and then desperately try to grab his head to direct him to it. He abruptly pulls his face away. He looks at you, and says, "I do this my way this time Freyah," then pushes your hands away, pinning them with one large paw onto your abdomen above your mound, holding your hips firmly in place by your wrists. "If that's a problem, I can stop and go sleep in the truck, is that what you want?" His firm tone and the much firmer hand holding you motionless triggers a burst of need and lust that ignites your soul. You plead with him, "Noooo, don't go ...please, don't stop... Please, please don't go... I.. I need you so bad." While still holding you fast, Ben slowly goes back to what he was doing, but this time with a twist. He starts slowly probing into your creamy opening, plunging in and out then swirling his long tongue deeply around inside you. He took his time savoring the taste of you, drinking of you, causing you to completely melt into his loving mouth. With slow forcefulness, Ben pulls your legs up towards your chest, completely opening you to him. This allows his tongue to probe not only your pussy but your tight little bum as well. He insistently enters your quivering ass with the point of his tongue and reams you mercilessly for an exquisite eternity. Two of his hard fingers open your moist pussy, pushing into you deeply and tracing tiny revolutions around the opening to your cervix before expertly abusing your sensitive G-spot. His mouth continues its hot, slippery assault of your inexperienced anus, your muscles contract involuntarily, pinching onto his long tongue. Trembling fiercely now, you feel that if he even breaths on your clit, you're going to detonate, your entire nervous system is humming and throbbing in time to his amazing tongue and fingers. He holds you hovering this way for a few more moments then quickly switches position, moving so that his hot mouth is just above your engorged clitoris. With his thick index and middle fingers, he slowly enters your pussy again; his ring and pinky fingers simultaneously push gently into your tender little asshole. You gasp loudly and cry out at the surprise intrusion, your body bucking twitching uncontrollably as he watches you intently. His fingers sink deeper within you as far as he can reach, touching you in more places than should be humanly possible with one hand. In a sultry tone he says, "You don't really want me to taste your clit do you?" "Fuck yessss!... Please, God please yesss... I need your mouth on me, I want to cum on your face so fucking bad." Ben answers by putting the point of his tongue just beneath the tip of your clit, slowly and gently flicking it up, then down, then going into a circular pattern around your engorged nub with feather-light pressure. At that same moment, all of his fingers seem to take a walk inside you. "Holy shit!... I'm gonna fucking cum!... baby... Baby... BABY!.. I'm gonna... I'm coming ...oh my God, I'm... AAhhhaaaaa!!" You scream, as you scatter into a million pieces, your muscles contract violently around his fingers and you thrust against his mouth. He responds by sucking your entire clitoral area very gently into his mouth and licking in wet, gentle ovals around your clit, not putting to much pressure on your most sensitive place while you cum. The effect is beyond comprehension, as you flail in explosive ecstasy. He holds you in this state for ages with his talented mouth as you shake and quiver, wave after wave after wave, the cascading pleasure crashes through your body. Your damp, white skin flushes with heat and your eyes roll back while you shudder in bliss. Giving you time to float back to reality, he slowly kisses his way back up to your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself on his tongue. You pull Ben up to you and hold him tightly, panting into his shoulder, breathing hard as you try to focus on his enigmatic eyes. Surrounding his hips with your legs, he slowly enters your creamy opening, still quaking with the aftershocks of orgasm, his hard manhood plunges deeply into your wetness. You hold each other this way for a long time; he kisses you deeply as he throbs, fully engaged within you. Ben's pubic bone grinds slightly on your super-sensitive clit, his weight holding you pinned helplessly to the bed. He stays this way, enjoying the taste of your mouth and the sexy way you thrust your hips up towards his hardness, grinding your soft little mound into him. The sound of your soft whimpers and sexy moans is driving him mad with a loving passion, the look in his eyes as he stares into yours is having a similar affect on you, never wanting anything more than to love and please this man. He gently snakes his arm around underneath you, grasping your buttocks hard as he slowly starts stroking his manhood fully in and out of you. Pulling out so that the tip of his hard dick would hover over your opening, then penetrate you to his full length with every stroke. The combination of feelings from his long, slow strokes and the way his pubic area grinds on your throbbing, sensitive clit makes you gently bite into his shoulder and pull him into you harder with your powerful legs. He kisses your ear-lobe and throat whispering softly, telling you how much he loves you and loves the feel and taste of you, how much he loves the silkiness of your hair and the beautiful radiance of your eyes. Ben's soft, soothing voice makes everything feel so special and beautiful; the love within you bursts open like a rose, nourished in the sunshine of his powerful words. The speed of his thrusts into your tender opening gradually increase, this sending a shower of sparks through your body every time his pubic bone impacts your electrified clit. The unbelievable bliss washing over you brought you close to tears, more so when he whispers that his love has been yours for a thousand years. This triggers the threshold and tears of joy stream down your soft cheeks as he takes you so fully. Out There Ch. 02 He pulls himself up and kneels between your smooth thighs, "Freyah sweetheart, I want to see you touch yourself while I make love to you, touch your sweet clit like only you know how while I watch you baby." Even though you miss the weight of him on you, the thought of him watching as you pleasure yourself is extremely arousing; wanting to please him so badly you comply. You're delicate, feminine hands slip down your silky skin and onto your drenched mound, with one hand you open yourself so he can see how aroused your hard little clit is, and with the other you gently begin to stroke and fondle yourself. As you do this, his burning gaze watches your fingers with rapt attention, he is completely enraptured by the view before him, "Yessss baby don't stop, touch yourself like only you can." With every sparkling tingle brought on by your touch, you also feel his cock get harder and harder as he pumps into your wanting pussy. The mass of emotions and sensations that you are experiencing draw you up from the climactic limbo you have been floating on, it grows instantly into a full-on need to explode all over Ben's hard shaft. Ben looks deeply into your soul, the love, heat and passion he has for you sends you reeling through your own barriers. The walls within you crash down in a cacophony of shattered defenses, its power decimating the last vestiges of your fear and doubt. Your whole body ignites with a burning heat, you cry out in a long, keening wail as you buck and thrust your hips up and down against him in time to his now powerful thrusts, your fingers a blur on your exploding pussy. He stiffens and cries out with you as he climaxes, pouring his boiling heat into your pulsing vagina. Shaking violently, he falls onto you, holding you fast as he cries out your name over and over, as if finding you after being lost for millennia. You both fall asleep almost instantly, tangled together in a warm loving pile his manhood still engaged in your soft, wet warmth. * * * Daylight filters in through the small windows of the cabin; all is calm and quite except the stirrings and chirpings of small morning birds in the bushes outside the window. You turn and see Ben sleeping soundly beside you. Your heart melts a little as you study his peaceful face, loving how it makes you feel to look at him. Gently, you nuzzle into him, resting your cheek on his large chest and letting the rhythm of his heartbeat lull you. If you had your way, you'd stay like this forever and all the worlds problems could just wait. The love you feel for Ben as you hold his blissful form swells so large, you can't wrap your head around it. Nagging slightly in the back of your mind is the fear that the earth's energy all around this place is clouding your judgment. Ben stirs and mumbles under his breath, then opens his eyes, focusing on you he says sleepily, "It's real." This totally catches you of guard, "What?" "I mean,... I almost thought last night was the sweetest dream and when I opened my eyes to see your beautiful face, with your hair all messy and cute..." He stops and just smiles at you for a second, "lets just say I'm so glad you're here Freyah." He squeezes you in a long, sweet bear hug and kisses you gently, "I thought I fell in love with an angel in my dreams but here you are." You squeeze him in return; all doubts cast aside as you smile and say, "Here I am." After a long, loving kiss, he gets up and lights a fire, putting an ancient, blackened coffee percolator on top of the stove and a large pot of water. Ben looks over his shoulder and asks, "Cheese and bacon omelet with French-bread toast sound ok?" You stretch making one of your endearing sighs and reply, "God yes, I'm starving." He quickly washes up using some soap and the luke-warm water on top of the wood stove, gets dressed, and then busily prepares breakfast. While setting up a small camp stove, he says in a laughing tone, "Hey lazybones, why don't you haul your keister out of bed and take a look outside, the bathroom facilities are around back." You yawn hugely and then reluctantly get out of bed, completely naked, you open the creaking door and are frozen in your tracks. Ben watches you intently, enjoying your reaction and the sight of you standing framed in the door, sunshine streaming in and highlighting every curve of your beautiful form. You stand on the porch, jaw hanging open in wonder. The panorama spread out before you is nothing less than awe inspiring, much like what you had seen in your dream only so much more breathtaking. A hundred yards ahead of you, the ground sloped away progressively steeper until out of sight. The entire open area was covered in a thick, purplish-blue foliage intermixed with just about every color of mountain wildflower imaginable. As far as the eye can see, a striking collage of spring colors carpets the rounded mountains in front of you. All of it flowing and shimmering in the morning sunlight, every little flower cheering the coming of the sun by showering it radiance towards the sky. You are shaken to the core by the sheer beauty of it, you almost want to sink onto the ground and kiss the Mother Earth for this amazing gift. Ben walks up behind you and encircles you with his warm arms, he kisses your neck just below your ear and whispers, "It took me years of searching to find this place, and when I did, I knew then that I would also eventually find you, to me, this place is an extension of you and I'm so glad you finally get to see it." A tear traces down your cheek and you quickly turn and hug him fiercely to you, burying your face in his chest, "Thank you Ben... I don't know what to say other than it's so beautiful." Ben holds you this way for a long time, your gorgeous, alabaster skin shining gold in the sunlight. By the time you finished your morning ablutions, Ben has breakfast ready, after washing up, you eat heartily, savoring every bite of the meal he'd prepared for you. Ben sat back in his chair looking at you over the steaming cup of coffee. Once you had finished, he said in a serious tone, "I Hope you're ready for a walk Freyah, because we really need to hit the trail." Worried by his grave manner, you ask, "One thing I would like to know is, when we get to wherever we're going... what am I supposed to do?" He leans forward and takes your hands in his, with his face close to yours he whispers, "All I know sweet one, is that it has been different every time, but this time, deep down, I can feel that we'll finish it." You shiver slightly by the quiet finality in his voice. "Please tell me what to do." You plead. "I'm sorry my love, I wish I could, when the time comes we'll just know, we have to trust each other and trust in ourselves." * * * An hour later you're walking in the sunshine, following Ben along an animal path cut through the brilliant foliage. The going is steep and getting steeper but with the energy given to you by the earth and sun you feel strong, your steps sure and quick, the radiant environment around you feeds you soul. Still, in the back of your mind you are worrying about what is to come, and also trying to sort out your feelings in regards to this loving guy you are following up the mountain. Your attraction to him is undeniable and when you think back to the things he made you feel last night, you tingle with warmth and excitement. The way he had laid your soul bare as he made love to you, pouring his love into you with a passionate truth that was inescapable. You feel small and insignificant before the massive emotions you're starting to feel for him and it scares you. You walk on trying to keep your mind on the task at hand, as Ben's long strides and steady pace eat up the miles. Just before noon, he finds a shady spot and suggests a pause, handing you a water bottle as he sits down. The whole time the two of you rest you can sense that Ben is worried, you catch him looking at you with concern and he just smiles, trying to act normal. Finally you ask, "Ben, please... tell me what you're thinking." He looks at you for a long moment and sighs, "Look... I'm scared, I'm scared of failing, and the consequences if we do. More than that, I'm terrified that if something goes wrong, I'll lose you, if that happens my reason for being will cease to exist... No matter what, I will not let that happen." The power and conviction in his eyes makes you shiver inside, he could be so sweet and gentle one moment and yet so hard and lethally serious the next. He points to the east, "Freyah, just over that ridgeline lays the center of the weak-spot, once there, we are committed and there's no turning back... Before we get there, I need you to know and understand something... I love you... I've loved you more than life itself for a thousand years and I don't see that changing any time soon." The intensity in his eyes and on his face leaves you speechless. You stare at the ground for a moment wondering what to say as he gets up and shoulders his pack, his face a mask of steely determination. "It's now or never girl... we better get on it." Ben holds his hand out and pulls you up to him; he gently lifts your chin and kisses you deeply. Looking hard into your eyes for a moment, he says, "Let's go." Still so confused by immensity of everything, you only nod and follow. As the two of you trudge over the last ridge and walk down into a giant bowl shaped depression in the top of the mountain, you can feel the earth's energy increase exponentially with every step. The sensation is like trying to walk on water and actually doing it, you feel so strong and full of life that you could tear out a tree by the roots with your bare hands. As you scan the bowl, you realize that you're standing in the center of an ancient volcano crater, its blackened, eroded edges surrounding you on all sides. As if worried someone or something would hear, Ben quietly says, "Ok, this is it, whatever you do, don't move from where you are standing, just let your soul guide you Angel." He kisses you deeply and holds you hard against him, in your mind you feel him again like you had on the plane, his all encompassing love and tenderness surrounding you like a womb, gently holding you within his precious heart. "I love you Angel." He turns quickly and jogs over to a spot about forty feet away, here he stands looking at the ground, his palms pointing down and extended in front of him. His face is hard with concentration and his muscles stand out along his powerful arms and neck, he looks up at you and his eyes seem glassy and a million miles away. You're shifting from one foot to the other, the energy in you so great you can't stand still; your body is humming and vibrating, literally crackling with energy. As you watch Ben intently, you notice his large hands shaking with an unseen strain. He spreads his fingers wide and thrusts his hands down towards the ground. What you witness next takes your breath away and frightens you with its sheer magnitude. The ground beneath Ben's feet shatters downward with a deafening roar as though struck by a massive hammer blow. Large cracks buckle the stone and earth, radiating outward quickly from the impact zone. The concussion of the blow knocks the air out your lungs and the mountain rumbles and quakes beneath your shoes. A thick cloud of fine dust billows up and around where Ben was standing, obscuring your view. As the dust clears a little, you can see him there, his face a visage of pain and ferocious determination, he is standing in something strange, something the likes of which you've never seen. He is shin deep in a dark, grayish-black substance that is rolling and boiling around his legs. Tiny tendrils of the substance, like long, spindly spider legs, insidiously climb and churn slowly up his legs, while he seems to be slowly sinking into the disgusting pool. The smell bellowing off of the mire was that of rot and death, it makes you gag from the pure evil of it and takes all your self control not to vomit. You can feel now that this is a very small portion of the evil that is churning and growing like an ocean of hate and madness beneath the surface of the entire planet. You now can feel all of Mother Earth's energy flowing up into your legs and torso. It burns with a fiery intensity so severe, you feel as though you will explode from its need to lash out at the hateful blackness. In your mind, you can feel Ben compelling you to look into his loving eyes and as you do, all the pain, fear and confusion drift away from you. "Focus on me Angel... NOW! Let it all go... I love you Sweet One." With your eyes locked on his, you feel your soul crack violently open. With the intensity of a hundred suns, a searing beam flares out of your chest and slams into Ben. It is only then, after the trigger has been pulled that you truly understand what has been done. You know now that you are the conduit, the collector of the earth's pure, colossal energy, funneling its force and directing it towards Ben who is the lens that focuses that energy into a fine, precise point. You realize with sickening, heart wrenching certainty that he is the lamb, the sacrifice to draw the evil into the sights of your horrendously powerful weapon. You can't stop it no matter how hard you try, the cycle must complete itself. You stand and stare in stark horror as Ben is thrashed and buffeted by the titanic force that is being directed at him, his hair and clothing smoking and smoldering under the intense, burning energy. White hot lines of plasma course across his now serine face and down his body, boiling and charring the hideous blackness that is now up to his waist. Within your mind, you hear him softly one last time, "It's ok Angel... I... love... you Ba..." A massive blinding flash knocks you back, its concussive force throwing you bodily to the ground, leaving you wheezing and coughing and desperately trying to catch your breath. Your body aches everywhere and it takes you an eternity to gain enough control to move. Eventually you're able to sit up and look to where Ben had been standing, all that remains is a beautiful, crystal clear pool of ice blue water, flashing and sparkling in the afternoon sun. In shock, you crawl painfully over to the pool and kneel at its edge holding yourself with your arms tightly. You sway under the monumental weight of what has just occurred. You look all over the pool and around the surrounding area but to no avail, there is no sign of Ben anywhere. You look desperately back to the glassy, placid pool and now truly feel what you've lost, you scream into the calm water, "NOOOO!!... I never really got to tell you how I feel... Please God, no... No, let me tell him how much I love him!" Desolation crushes down upon you with the weight of a freight train, tears pour down your face as you scream again to the earth at large, "Mother... I never got to tell him, PLEASE!... MOTHER, I NEVER GOT TO TELL HIM HOW I REALLY FEEL!!" Collapsing to the ground, you sob his name over and over, much as he had done the night before with you. The pain wracking your body doesn't shine a candle on the pain crushing your soul. Even though you can sense that the earth is now safe, you have lost him and you just want to die. Your hands reach out and touch the water, it is icy cold and shockingly blue, you put your forehead to the ground and cry in huge gasping sobs, lost beyond description in overwhelming despair... Suddenly you feel something cold and wet touch your hand, you shrink back from it thinking the evil had returned, violently pulling your hand away. Out of the crisp blue water a hand was laying on the bank, it was pale and shaking as it tries to grab the edge. In a flash you're there, pulling the arm of the man you love, dragging his large, somewhat limp, shivering form out of the cold depths and into your arms. You cradle his head and shoulders in your lap and run your hands all over his face, unable to believe that he is really here. The man you love so much is really here, tears of sorrow turn to tears of joy that splash down onto his face as you kiss him repeatedly. Ben's voice is cracked and gravely, "I knew that you could do it my love," was all he could manage to get out. His clothing, along with his hair and eyebrows were singed and more than a little blackened, yet his skin, now pale and wrinkly from the cold water seemed unaffected. His breathing was labored but starting to even out between coughs. You hold him close to you and just rock him, whispering over and over, "Thank you Great Mother... Thank you... thank you... I love you Ben, thank God I get to tell you... I love you Baby." End.