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[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

"While I'd love to share that with you Lyra, that's up to you. The Gift is what I wished to give to you so you can now play your part.
"Sex is for you to decide. After all it's the temple of your body that would be invaded so only a willing giving can possibly be acceptable," he says as he gently holds you to him and strokes your hair and back.

 

[Merelan]

I lean against him, sharing in his strength. His hands on my head, strokign softly.
How long has it been since someone touched me in tenderness?
Inhaling i could smell him, and the wilderness, and the storm and all the beauty there was and is.
I looked up and kissed his cheek, softly, then another.

"You have given me so much, show me, show me how to control it? For i have a fearful temper sometimes. Couldn't i hurt someone. I prefer pleasure." Kissing it again. His eyes twinkling in the firelight.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

He draws you before the fire and down to sit facing him. You both sit. When your movements mimic his, your legs spread, one over the other's, heels behind each others hips. Now there is nothing hidden of your mutual nudity from the eyes of the other.

All is open, all is revealed. You can clearly see his hardness and the sack containing the two orbs below it and he can see your moist, pink slit as it's displayed and framed by your open nether lips.

His hands hold yours and he looks at all of you from your eyes to your damp open sex and back again. His eyes inviting yours to do the same.

When eyes meet eyes again and both gaze into each others eyes he speaks softly, "You are a lovely woman Lyra and will remain so for a long time. You will age of course but now slower than you would have before. It's both a gift and a curse of the Gods, as you'll learn.
"By extending your life span longer than normal, barring violence, they have gifted you with time to learn all you can and use it as it's meant to be used. However, it is also a curse for those around you, possibly loved ones, will age and die faster than you and so you'll endure not just the loss, but also the envy, possibly hatred and fear of those around you."

"Now let's see about that temper you spoke about," and without warning his hand flashes up and slaps your face. The *Smack* rings out in the stillness of your home. Your head flies to the side and your hair whips around you at the force of the slap. Your cheek feels as if it's caught fire and anger is a poor description of what you feel flash and flood through you.
As your head whips back and that "banked fire" within you roars to a blaze, his eyes capture yours again and locks on to and holds yours gaze as if he had it in his strong grip. He speaks quietly, softly before you can say a word.

"Now picture a glade with a calm blue pool in the center. On the pool is a single swan and surrounding it are a myriad of blooms filling the air with their scent. A gentle breeze blows over your nudity as you sit there calming you, carrying away the heat of your shock and your anger leaving behind a mirror reflection of the calm pond within you.
"There is no anger, there is just calmness, acceptance of what has already become the past and you have time to reflect on your reaction to what just occurred in the already past.
"This will become automatic as you work on it and decisions will become almost instantaneous. That's how you'll learn to control your temper.
"Look at the pool, the glade, the swan and decide how you should act to what just occurred Lyra. I'll await your reaction and accept whatever it is willingly."

His eyes close ‘releasing' you to do whatever you deem appropriate, now that you've been shown your "quiet and calm place" and you now know how to always be able to find it again.

 

[Merelan]

I stood, resting in that glade. My cheek still burning, but it no longer mattered.

Opening my eyes I felt peaceful, calm.

"Is that a real place, a place you have seen?" For he had made it seem so real, but the magic was in his words.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

"No sweet Lyra, it's a place we all have inside of us, but most don't know how to find.
"Now you do and always will," he says as he murmurs something under his breath then bows his head and very lightly kisses where you'd been slapped.

The stinging pain, the heat from the slap instantly vanishes as if it had never been and he sits upright again and looks into your eyes with a soft and gentle smile on his lips and in his gentle, but mischievious blue eyes.

His eyes twinkle as he asks, "Now what was it that you said you preferred Lyra?"

 

[Merelan]

Meeting his eyes I blished again. how could he make me feel so young and naive.
But suddenly I pulled him "Dance with me. Dance by the light of the moon..."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

He laughs happily and delightedly and unfolds himself from the floor and takes you outside hand in hand.

Around behind your home to the small field. Then he moves you in front of him and pulls you back against him. Your bodies warm each other as he gently tips your face up to the stars and uses two fingertips to close your eyes.

"Listen Lyra, now with your ears though. Listen with your new powers and your soul.
"When you hear the music of the heavens and stars turn and we shall dance to that infinite haunting and lovely music sweet and lovely Lyra," he says as he arms wrap around you, crossing belong your breasts so his hands lightly hold the sides of your waist.

 

[Merelan]

Gently we move, as if in time with the stars above. The wind is gentle, playful. I blush as i see his eyes, so fresh and frank on me.
How old is he? But time no longer matters. I sink into his arms, disregarding formality I lean my head on his shoulder, almost feeling his heart within beating.
Bofies melded together as he leads me in a sway, a turn a dance. My arms around him, hands flat on his back, then moving.
Touching his hair, his neck, his cheeks.
Our eyes meet again,a nd I no longer blush.
I am a woman, and he a man.
The only man and woman in the universe. A holy being.
My body responds to his hands running up my back. Shivering at the light tickle.
Mine slip down his, bolder, feeling the muscle beneath his skin. As it moves, and pulls.
Scraping my nails to feels his skin react, tiny shivers as he draws nearer to me.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

His hands slide, caress up and down the wet silky skin of your bare back from shoulders to the firm rounded globes of your buttocks.

His hands gently pull you closer.

Just close enough for two hard nipples that cap two full breasts to rub against his chest.

His hardness nudges between your legs and brushes your lower belly as the two of you move to the song of the stars.

 

[Merelan]

It took my breath away, just his lightest touch. i could feel every nerve on my body awaken. JHis hardness nudging me. Suddenly I wanted to laugh and cry and throw him to the ground. To ride him, make him take me. Crazy as it sounded I wanted all these feelings, but stood almost still. Only my breath betrayed me, catchign as my nipples grew so hard they ached.

I whispered into the air and it answered back. A bird singing letting out my feelings.
His hands so wamr, for the night air chilled me.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

"The gift is yours to give lovely Lyra. Tell me how you'd like to give it.
"You lead the way, for now at least, my lovely Lyra," he says quietly as your two bodies stand in one place but move and sway to that endless song, the song that will go on until the end of time.

His chest rubs over your nipples as you sway counter to each other. Your full and passion swelling, hardening breasts press firmly to his chest as you sway together.

His hands caress then spread out on the tight half globes of your behind. He pulls your hips a wee bit closer to him as his hips push a bit forward at the same time, so that his hardness slides between the two nether lips that are swelling as passion and need flow through you more quickly heating you to your core. Then the pressure eases and just it's head is once more lightly snuggling within the nest of soft, wet curls. Curls no longer wet from just the rain alone.

His head bends to yours, the very tip of his tongue slowly and ever so lightly traces your lips as the musky scent of your arousal fills the rain damp air around you both.

All the while his eyes never leave yours, as he waits with the patience of an ancient oak, for you to lead the way and offer your most precious gift to him, to show him how you wish to give it, if that's your desire.

 

[Merelan]

We stand, united by our gaze. I shift, nervous and again feel his cock touchhg me. Hard, ready. My pussy aching for him to plunder me. Throw me to the ground and take me. Rough and wild, crazy and free.
Instead I slide down on my knees, my hands slippign over his firm body.
Eyees only breaking contact as I poke myself in the cheek with his hardness. A sigh, almost a giggle.
Nuzzlign at the base and inhaling his scent.
Musky, spice strong. Ancient woodlands, green meadows. Fresh rain and freshly tilled earth.
Taking it in my hands and slowly caressing it. It's velvet skin amazing me. So soft and silky, yet hard as steel. Worshiping it in a sense. Sniffing, licking at the tip. That tiny hole that life sprang from.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

He stands watching you move to your knees and moans deep in his chest as the feel of your hands, the soft skin of your cheek and the wet heat of your tongue.

His legs spread a bit wider to allow you all of the access you wish as one hand caresses your rain wet hair and his other hand caresses your face, your cheek softly.. gently.

 

[Merelan]

His hand on my face brings me back and i blush as I see him watching me. But again his cock seems to call to me.
I lick my lips and savour the drop I lick off the tip. Then slowly take his satin in. His hardness stretching my lips....

Oh god, I moan as I feel it enter me. Woshing he could be everywhere at once. I am wild in my need, sucking him deeper, feelign him trigger my gag reflex, then opening my throat deeper I take him in. My nose buried against his curls, wet with the storm.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Francis, The Wanderer:

His face is lifted to the sky. The rain drops fall on it, but aren't felt. All he can feel in the overhelmingly arousing wet heat of your mouth surrounding his hard manhood, the incredible feel of him sinking deeper and deeper until your throat has surrounded him and strokes him as you swallow and your tongue laves the shaft in your mouth as his ball sack rests on your chin.

"Ohhhhhh Gooodssss," he moans out in passionate delight as his penis swells in your mouth and you can feel it throb in time to his heartbeat.

Slowly, carefully so as not to break contact or move you he walks toward you laying you on your back in the clearing. Laying you on the rain wet grass then moves so that he's straddling your head on his kness, his hardness still within you.

His body stretches out along yours. His hard belly presses onto your hard nipples and passion swollen and hard breasts as he leans more forward until you can feel his hot breath on your nether lips and then you feel him kissing them, feel is tongue licking between them and feel his moan as it vibrates on your breasts.