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By Toran
You take my hand, a gentle, knowing smile on your face, as you lead me into the moon-lit clearing.� Crickets everywhere sing to us, the air smells fresh and alive, and the moon caresses every curve of our bodies.� I am lead, the slightly taller of the two of us, but the one who yields to your power absolutely, and I am awash in the sight of you, glowing in the moonlight.
Before this, we stopped at the bubbling brook, you leading me into the chilled black waist-high water, and there with the silver highlighted stream gently flowing past, we washed each other.� Wordlessly, we cleaned the other, gently splashing the cleansing water through our hair, the heat of our bodies, which brush against each other momentarily in the process, makes us aware of the fire that burns in us both.� Water dripping down your long silky black hair, you guide me up the other side of the brook to this clearing.
We have dried in the walk, all but your hair, and now you find the deerskin satchel and pull the oil from it.� Your eyes dancing, you tip the vial, cupping your hand, then rub the oil onto my chest.� Over my shoulders, down my waist, my thighs.� A slow smile spreads across your lips as you rub oil around my balls and along my hard shaft.� A spark flicks across your face and you squeeze my balls tightly, quickly � I am yours, my body is yours, these balls are yours � then you let go, handing the vial to me.� I drop to my knees and first kiss your feet, lovingly, everywhere, then slowly work the oil in.� You lift your feet, first the left then the right, so I can kiss your sensitive pads and then coat the bottoms.� I straighten a little, kissing your ankles and calves and knee, then follow with the oil, working the silky liquid deep into your supple muscle.� I kiss the lower part of your thighs, working my way up, then kiss the inner skin, smelling you and your sex, just inches above.� I work the oil in.� Looking up and into your eyes, I wait for the subtle nod that means permission is granted for what I do next.� Gently, I kiss your shaved mound, working my way around your mons outward so that I have kissed every spot of your secret area.� I hear a soft moan escape your lips as I rub in the oil, softly coating the two swells of your derriere.� Up your belly, your ribs, to your breasts, I kiss then oil.� At your breasts, I again wait for permission, then kiss your globes, circling until I reach the nipples, which I kiss for just a second longer.� I work the oil around and around until your breasts are covered with a light sheen that makes your skin glow even more in the moonlight.� Your shoulders and arms follow, then your neck.� Looking deep into your eyes, I gently rub the oil across your cheeks, the curve of your chin, your nose, your forehead.
You lean forward and kiss me lightly on the lips, then take the oil vial from me and return it to the satchel.� You lead me to the center of the clearing, then firmly push me down on the grass to a kneeling position.� Then you do the things I don't fully understand, those magical things that seem to soak you with power and make the night come even more alive.� You draw a circle around us in the grass with a stick, murmuring words that I can barely hear.� Your body becomes a dancer� then, performing subtle moves and actions with the gracefulness of practice.� Then you are lighting candles around us, and the soft yellow glow touches our bodies where the silver moonlight misses.
You come and kneel before me, our knees faintly touching.� We stare into each other's eyes, our breathing slowing until it seems we breathe as one.� You rub your hands together, then pass them before me.� I do the same to you, our eyes never straying from each other's for more than a few moments.� Then you begin chanting, spreading your arms out to the white moon high above, and I repeat the words, until the litany of sound entwines itself with all that is outside our circle, the crickets, the owl, the cicadas, the fireflies.
And then you stop, rising to stand above me.� I kneel before you and kiss your feet.� "Blessed be your feet that you allow me to kiss, and that call me to follow."
I kiss your knees.� "Blessed be your knees that do not kneel before me, and show me your power because of this."
I rise up and kiss your secret spot.� I can feel you sway.� "Blessed be your womb, that gives life and is that which I worship."
I stand now, and lower my head to your breasts, kissing them.� "Blessed be your breasts that symbolize our perfect love and beauty and is also that which I worship."
I straighten, catch your eyes with mine and kiss you softly but firmly on your lips.� "Blessed be your lips that speak the sacred words and guide me to your power so that I may be captured in it."
I step back and now you drop to your knees and kiss my feet.� "Blessed by your feet that have led you to Me.� These I bind and shackle to hold you near to Me."
You kiss my knees.� "Blessed be your knees that kneel before Me."
You slip your lips around my hard penis and then kiss my balls.� I hear myself moan softly.� "Blessed be your manhood, that I own and use for My pleasure."
You stand, your breasts lightly brushing mine.� Then you bend to kiss each of my nipples.� "Blessed be your breasts, that symbolize your obedience to Me by their yearning for pain."
You look deep into my eyes and kiss me.� "Blessed by your lips that speak to Me the words of submission."
You lean into me and we embrace, Your breasts pressing into my chest, my hard penis resting against your tummy.� Our breathing becomes one again as we bathe in the moonbeams, a singular being of Yin and Yang.
Then I step back and taking scented oil, I rub both your breasts and your womb with my finger.� "I give all of my power, my soul, my being, to this Woman.� I adore Her and worship Her forever and a day."� Then I rub your entire body with the oil, feeling your power radiate with every pass of my hands.
Reaching up, you place both hands on my shoulders, firmly pushing me down to a kneeling position before you.� You take the scented oil and reach down and coat my penis and balls, then my chest.� Standing over me, you murmur, "I accept the power of this man, and embrace it making it mine.� I adore him and make him Mine forever and a day."
Then you lay down before me and direct my head to your lips.� We kiss, tasting each other, feeling our breath against our necks, my hand stroking your hair and you gripping the nape of my neck.� Then you push me down and I kiss your mound, running my tongue around your pussy lips.� You buck your hips in time with my tongue as it slides inside your pussy, then out.� I feel your movement, wait for you to get close to orgasm, then stop, moving up your tummy to your breasts, kissing your oil and sweat lathered skin.� I run my tongue in circles around the outer folds of your breasts, slowly working my way in until I have your nipple in my teeth.� I suckle and bite, my hands kneading your flesh.� I lay almost entirely on you and feel your body move beneath me as each caress and nip to your breasts causes a moan to escape your lips.� Then I move up to your lips and again find your warm mouth.� We kiss for what seems an eternity, the silver moon and yellow candle light playing across our bodies.
Then you break the kiss, your eyes hardening a little.� Firmly, you roll over onto me, then straddle my chest.� Your knees lay across my arms, pinning me to the ground and you lean down and grab my head in your hands pulling my mouth to your lips.� Your hair cascades in a black waterfall around us as you kiss me roughly, your hands pulling my hair.� I give you my power, a moan and a whimper at a time, and you take it, making you stronger.� You release my head and slide down my body, your hands finding mine and pressing them into the grass.� I can't see your eyes now, as your hair crowns your face in obscurity, but I feel your teeth bite my nipples, hard, then your tongue laps at them, washing away the pain, then another hard bite.� This continues as I squirm beneath you, my power radiating from me with every jolt and bite.
You stop, looking up at me.� Your eyes glare with our combined energy.� I give to you freely and now you will take what is offered, and then some.� You straighten, positioning yourself over my engorged penis, then slam down, burying yourself on my shaft.� You scream once, then slowly rise up.� I move my hips to help and reach up to cup your breasts.� You press your hands against mine, moving them as if they were yours, as you methodically rise up and down on me.� Your heat stirs me to the point that I have to close my eyes and concentrate on waiting, waiting for you to� explode first.� I slide my hands down to your waist and caress your hips, your butt, as you continue to work your breasts.� We both moan now, as the pace builds.� I can feel you tighten up around me, can feel the waves starting to crash in your body, and with a scream of my own, I release deep inside you.� You are a mere moment away and I thrust hard, up into you.� Then you scream, throwing your head back, your back arching and beneath the bloated silver moon, we collapse� together, the heat of our fire burning hot.� You lay on top of me, your body shuddering, and I bury my face in the crown of your hair.� We cling together tightly, me still snugly inside you.
Our breathing becomes one again and now it feels as if our power, that which you have harnessed between us, radiates into the night, beyond our circle.� We slip and merge into a greater power, a greater energy � that which is all around us.� We are one, together, yet more.� We are everything.
Then slowly, the heat and passion turning to a warm glow that matches the dwindling light of the candles, you raise your chin to me and stare deeply into my eyes.� "I am Yours Lady."� I whisper.�� "Please accept and keep my power."
You trace a line down my jaw and rest a finger to my lips.� Your eyes dance and you say, "Merry Meet and Merry Part, Perfect Love and Perfect Heart."