"She Wears Her Wings In The Dark"

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"She Wears Her Wings In The Dark"

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Avianna flitted about the forest as she did every night between dusk and dawn. It was what she did: flit about. What else was there to do? Life was easy for her. For her kind.

Of course, her kind had meant only her for longer than she could even recall. Life alone in the forest was lonely. Oh sure, she had the company of the animals of the forest. The birds, the rabbits, the squirrels, the deer. And insects! Avianna loved the butterflies and moths, the caterpillars and millipedes.

There'd once been bears, too. Avianna had loved the bears the most. But there were none left here anymore. She knew why, of course. The humans.

She saw humans in the forest, too. They hiked the trails, fished the streams, even flew the skies in triangular wings, some with little buzzing machines on the back that made knowing the wind less important. Avianna didn't like those flying machines. They scared the birds at day and bats at night.

She could do without the humans. Well. Not entirely. There was one human she was desperate to see. He was the reason she'd continued living here in this shrinking forest all these years. She'd first met him when he was only a boy. He'd been with his parents, hiking the trail that followed the Big Stream, passing the Tall Fall in which she bathed often.

Avianna had known upon seeing him, hearing him, smelling him that first time that he was the one. But he'd only been a boy. She had to wait for him to become a man. By now, he had.

But she hadn't seen him in more than 20 years. She was sure that he would return. That one and only time that they'd met, she had told him they were meant to be together. When you are a man, she'd told the then-boy. When you are a man, you will come back to me.

But he hadn't. He'd forgotten her, Avianna was certain. But she never gave up hope. So each night, just like this night, she flitted about the forest from one edge to the next, following the trails, floating over the Big Stream, rising to the top of the Tall Fall, then dropping to the Cool Pool.

Always looking for him. Always disappointed.

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And then came this night.

Avianna had begun her night the same as thousands before. Flitting about. And then she'd stopped to hover over the Cool Pool, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her skin flooded by goose bumps.

It's him, she told herself. He's here. He's finally here.

She shot from the Big Stream to the trail on which she'd met him oh so long ago and turned left and right and left again between the massive Old Growth trees of the Wilderness Area, searching.

And then, there he was. He was sitting on a fallen, rotting log, doing something to his boot. His head rose, and Avianna knew he'd sensed her. She'd waited for this day for so long. And yet, as he turned to look about himself, she folded in her wings and dropped to the ground, hiding behind the undergrowth.

She was scared. But, of what? Certainly not him. She'd been waiting for him. Twenty years. More? He was finally here, finally back. And Avianna was frightened, anxious.

She flitted several yards to her left, again hiding as he looked her way. She waited for him to look away, flitted back to where she'd been, and hid yet again. Finally settling down within a patch of Sword Ferns, she simply watched as he set up his tent, cooked his fire over a backpacking style burner, and eventually settled down for the night.

Avianna waited until she knew he was asleep, then flitted into his little trailside camp. She opened his tent flap and spent more than two hours simply staring at him. At one point, he awoke, and in an instant she shot straight up, disappearing into the canopy of the Virgin Forest.

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The next morning as he broke camp, he turned and flinched in surprise at the sight of Avianna sitting on the trunk of a tree that had tilted in a great storm years earlier. She studied him with a pleased smile upon her lips. Her head tilted from side to side. There was curiosity in her eyes.

She imagined he was probably curious, too. Did he remember her? Avianna doubted so. But, maybe. When he'd first seen her as a child, it had been in the dark, just a bit after sunset. He'd seen her with her wings out, of course. Here in the forest, they deployed naturally, without her having to consciously think about them.

But now, in the daylight, they had returned to her body. In the daylight, they appeared as nothing more than tattoos on her back. Beautiful tattoos. Dragonfly-like. Fragile, delicate, sheer.

Right now, though, standing before her, what he saw was a petite woman. By the measuring process by which he was familiar, Avianna was barely over 5 feet in height. If she was to be measured for undergarments, her figure would measure out to 30-20-30. Tiny. In contrast, though, her bosom wasn't tiny in the least. That same measurement system for human females would fit her with what they called a D-cup.

Avianna smiled from her perch, saying nothing. She was too happy at his return to even form woods, let alone speak them.

 

[ManlyUsername]

He was comfortable in the forest. He had nearly grown up in it. Every weekend. Every break from school as a child. Inevitably, their family would find their way into the heart of nature. Adrian's father was a botanist, his mother an entomologist. For his parents it was an opportunity for research, for Adrian it was an escape from reality.

His father specialized in the medical applications of naturally occurring plants. Primarily molds and fungi. He'd explain to Adrien how various plants had been used for centuries to affect the mind and body. Princes and thieves poisoned by deadly Hemlock. Miracle cures and potions said to mend the body or win the heart. Mushrooms used in native rituals to bend the mind and see beyond the mortal world. His father had insisted much of it was nonsense and the rest was rooted in basic chemistry, but for Adrian, the tales were laced with intrigue just the same.

For his mother, there was science, and then there was the fantastic. Fantasy, she had always said, was usually rooted in truth. And for her little boy, the ways of the world were never to be limited to what was found in the textbooks and laboratories. She taught him the names of every part of the praying mantis, but also told him they developed that way to better worship the Dryads which had given them life. She could name the chemicals which gave a firefly it’s light, but ensured Adrian these chemicals were the result of the magic gifted to them by the fairies that their dance might light the forest.

So for young Adrian, the forest was always a place of mysteries and wonder. An escape from what most considered the real world to a world that most people would consider imagination. His mother even insisted he had met a fairy once when he was very young. Adrian had only the vaguest of memories of a night chasing fireflies and a chance encounter with a stranger, but beyond that the memory eluded him. When Adrian was a bit older, and his mother would insist on repeating the story, his father would point out they had been collecting mold spores all day and the boy was likely stoned out of his mind.

The rest of his childhood had been just a half step off from normal as well. His friends were more into tabletop rpgs than parties and drinking. When other kids were playing soccer and baseball, Adrian was learning archery and fencing. Fencing has stuck with him to this day. Competent with the foil and epee, he excelled with the saber and competed regularly. The hobby helped him stay fit. His six foot two inch frame was trim but well toned. This along with a shock of thick black hair would make him, by most women’s standards, quite attractive, but good luck convincing Adrian of that.

Adrian was a late child and his parents had left field work behind by the time he went to college. As he grew older, the sense of magic and wonder the forest inspired in him tempered to a mere appreciation of the beauty and serenity. He no longer believed in Nymphs and Dryads and Fairies, but the woods still held a special place in his heart and he visited often. He traveled the country at every opportunity, visiting the various places he had explored as a child.

Nature now was an escape from the stress and busy pace of the real world, and he was never able to recapture the sense of wonder that it had held for him as a child. At least not until today. Today there was something in the air. The faintest hint of...what? Something. A whisper of the old feelings, just brushing the back of his mind. At least until the rock in his shoe made its presence known.

As he was putting his boot back on after expelling the offending bit of mineral, the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Like he was being watched. Usually, in the forest, this was cause for alarm, but somehow he wasn’t scared by it. He looked around quickly, saw nothing, then shrugged it off. He returned to his tent and began packing the things he wouldn’t need in the morning. This was his last night.

His sleep that night was fitful. Scattered dreams of an ephemeral memory, always just out of reach, never quite solidifying. A face appeared in his dream. Alabaster white in the moonlight. A woman. But nothing more because he woke with a jolt. The flap of his tent swayed, but he felt no breeze. He listened, but heard no sound. It took more than an hour for him to finally sleep again.

The dream was forgotten the next morning. There was much to pack and a two hour hike back to the trail head. His gear was extensive, but also expensive, meaning it stowed very small and soon his entire camp was packed into one very large backpack. He set out on the trail and immediately stopped in shock. A woman.

A tiny woman at that. One might call her frail, but the sense he got from her was not one of weakness. She was not dressed for a hike. She had no gear. In fact the wispy white cloth that gently billowed with the breeze seemed quite poorly suited to the outdoors. A feeling creeped over him that he could not begin to understand. Something about this woman was raising goosebumps on his skin but he had no idea why.

“Hello?” he began tentatively. “I’m Adrian. Are...are you lost?”

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"Hello?” he began tentatively.

Avianna's smile widened. Is him!

"I’m Adrian. Are...are you lost?”

She'd never known the boy's name, but this man's voice, while deeper, could not be mistaken.

"Is you," she whispered, this time aloud, rather than in her mind.

Avianna leapt gracefully from the tilted tree, her bare feet landing on the leaf and twig covered ground with barely a sound. The long length of delicate cloth was off to one side, revealing a triangle of similar white cloth at the meeting of her thighs as if just a bikini bottom.

In answer to his question about being lost, Avianna giggled. "Not lost. Live here."

She grasped the cloth near her knee and again giggling, stood on her toes and spun excitedly in place three times as if a ballerina. The cloth wrapped around her waist and thighs, and with a quick tuck, it had become the lower half of a wedding style white dress worthy of anything Vera Wang had ever conceived.

Taking a tentative step closer, she touched the finger tips of both hands to her plentiful chest, telling him, "Avianna. I, Avianna. I am yours."

 

[ManlyUsername]

He watched her almost dance her way over to him. A vision really. He caught the faint hint of wildflowers, and he was a boy again, alone in a dark forest. A sense memory? Again the face of the woman from his dream came to him.

He can barely focus on what she's saying. 'Lives here'? what could she possibly mean? The thought evaporates when he watches her twirl, and defying all rules of reality her clothes are transformed. His mind is now reeling and her words are all but lost in the ensuing chaos in his mind.

"Mine?" He replied utterly perplexed. He was having a hard time . "What?...How?...How did you just do that?" He shakes his head vigorously, clearly confused and his voice cracks slightly, "Mine!?"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Avianna took another step closer, leaning forward at the waist toward Adrian. She drew a deep breath through her noise and smiled even wider. IS HIM! her brain screamed in joy.

"Mine? What?...How?...How did you just do that?"

She didn't understand the question. Do what? she wondered. She didn't do anything special. Her clothes just did that.

"Mine!?" he repeated again.

"Mine!" she repeated, incorrectly believing that he'd been acknowledging what she'd said about being his. She gestured to her own self again, then to him, then back to herself as she said, "Mine yours, yours mine. Yes?"

She danced giddily toward him a couple of steps, reached a hand out, and said, "Adrian come. Stay forest with Avianna, yes? Mine yours, yours mine."

 

[ManlyUsername]

When she leans closer to him, Adrian's skin tingles. Another flash of memory. Or more likely a dream. He is small. He had the sense he had been lost. The woman's face again. Beautiful. Almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. She reached out, putting a hand on either side of his face, and his fear melts away. Then just as quickly, the memory is gone.

Adrian's brain was still running a good two seconds behind his mouth, which was making a valiant effort to keep up the conversation without guidance.

"Mine yours, yours mine. Yes?"

"Yes. Mine" He repeated without thinking. What was she talking about? Should he be concerned about her? Her speech was odd. But was it mental deficiency, or was it simply that English was not her first language? Maybe she was with another group and had gotten separated.

Wait. Mine? Why did she keep saying that?

"Adrian come. Stay forest with Avianna, yes? Mine yours, yours mine."

He took the hand extended to him. It was small and soft and warm. Another flash of the little boy in the forest, his face bathed in that same warmth. He shook his head to clear it. 'Stay in forest'!? What?

"Avi...Avianna?" He struggled briefly with her name. "Wait. Wait. What do you mean, Mine? You don't even know me."

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Avianna smiled with delight again. She stepped back to Adrian, this time to within just inches of him. She reached both of her hands up to his cheeks, taking his face into them just as she had more than 20 years ago.

*Know me," she whispered.

Much more detailed flashes of memories exploded in his brain: deep in the woods at dark, alone but not feeling lost; something amazingly beautiful, glowing, flittering about the trees, sometimes just across the ground, sometimes high in the canopy; coming upon a small body of water, the Cool Pool, and seeing that glowing thing floating above it, wings beating fast and hard yet making only the slightest of humming sounds; it's a butterfly, no, a moth, no a dragonfly; but, when it turns to face you, you see that it has only 2 arms and two legs and a beautiful face; human arms, human legs, human body, human face, like Tinkerbell from the Peter Pan stories; you thought you were imagining things, then it moved closer; it -- she? -- wasn't small like a bird and near to you but was larger and far away, over the far bank of the Cool Pool; it -- no, she! -- moved closer, closer, closer, always closer, those wings beating until she was so close that you could feel the cool forest breeze on your face; she was not small but not big, not a bug or bird but human sized, only small sized, like you yourself; she flittered up to you, close now, so close that you could smell her, an aroma that was sweet and tantalizing, even for a 6 year old boy; she looked young, like you, a girl, but with wings and a beauty that was angelic; she reached out to you, reached for your face, took your cheeks into her soft, cool hands, smiled broad to you, and whispered with a heavenly voice, "Mine..."

You eyes had glazed over during the several seconds of flashing back, and now as you returned to reality and again settled your gaze on her eyes, Avianna whispered, "Know me?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

She’s close. Too close. The sight of her. The smell of her. His mind wouldn’t focus. What was it about her? Why was she having this effect on him? Before he could ponder further her hands reach up to his face, just like in his dream...or his memory?...it was all so fuzzy.

Know me

Suddenly, his mind was not his own. The memories seemed to be his, but they now flooded in unimpeded. Like a gate had been lifted, the fantastical images of his long forgotten dream poured into his conscious mind. Things for which he had no memory but were immediately familiar.

Eventually the visions ceased. His eyes focused again. How had she done that to him? WHAT had she done to him? He suddenly slapped her hands away. He felt dizzy, his brain un-anchored. “Get your hands off! What did you do to me!?”

Who was this woman? What was this woman? His world was spinning and he felt like he was about to fall down. “Stay the fuck away from me!” Feeling almost sick he turned and ran. It seemed ridiculous. To be running from this tiny woman like a scared child, but Adrian’s brain could not process everything he had just experienced and he needed to be away from here.

He ran for at least ten minutes before slowing to a fast walk. He fought to make sense of it all. He remembered back to stories he heard about things like LSD. How a person could have flashbacks years later. Maybe this was something like that, from the mold spores like his dad had said. His heart knew it wasn’t true. But his mind needed something to hold on to.

** The next day - Monday **

Adrian’s eyes scanned over the same piece of code he had been looking at for the last twenty minutes, his brain absorbing nothing. System of a Down was blasting so loudly in his headphones it was almost painful. Anything to drown out the noise. Not from his surroundings. The other programmers in his pod were all working quietly. The noise was in his mind.

He had slept only a couple of hours the night before. The dream kept returning. The...what would you even call it?...her...a fairy? The flying woman, from his dreams. But she had been nothing but a face before. Before she...it?...whatever it was, touched. Him. Put those visions in his head. Made them feel like memories. So very much like memories. So very real.

He thought about his mother. How she would often tell the story of the night that Adrian had met a fairy. The fanciful tale she used to tell to tease him. But was it really a tale? At the end of the day, had his mother really believed in all of those fanciful things she claimed she believed in? Could he have really met this woman before as a child?

It was ridiculous. He tried to go back to work, but his skin was virtually crawling. He knew they weren’t just dreams. He knew he hadn’t had some fungus inspired flashback. Something real had happened. Something that couldn’t BE real. He couldn’t let it go. He nearly jumped from his seat and walked to Bob’s office, knocking on the door frame.

“Hey Bob? I’m Really not feeling well. I think I should head home.” Adrian was quickly dismissed. Bob insisted on assurances that Adrian would not return until he was feeling better. He drove almost recklessly back home, and didn’t even go inside. He tossed his now half empty pack in the trunk and immediately began the drive back out to the trailhead he had left only the day before.

He was not prepared. It was too late in the day. None of it mattered. He wasn’t thinking straight. Something was itching in the back of his brain and the only relief was somewhere in those woods. When he set out, the rational part of his brain continued to shout warnings at him. The light was failing, and this trail was not well defined after the first couple of miles.

He’d manage. If he hurried, he could make the most of the remaining light. The list of excuses for his rash behavior continued to pile up as he rushed into the woods, a man possessed. So when he entered a clearing two hours later, utterly lost, he was not the least bit surprised. His tent was in his backyard airing out. His food supplies consisted of a mostly crushed granola bar. And it was rapidly getting cold.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“Get your hands off! What did you do to me!?”

Avianna moved back instinctively, pulling her hands in close to her body. He was mad. Maybe afraid? She hadn't considered that he might not take the rememory well, but now she understood her mistake.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” he said as he turned and ran.

Avianna just stood there, watch him disappear down the trail, unsure of what to do. She wondered to herself What is fuck?

After he was gone, Avianna just stood there at his abandoned tent site, wondering what to do. Should she go after him? Should she give him more rememories? What more was there for him to recall? Their encounter two decades before had essentially been just what she'd shown him moment earlier.

She squatted down to think. What had she done wrong? Nothing. She'd shown him what he needed to see. Then, No, you did not, she told herself: you showed him what you wanted him to see. Adrian obviously had not wanted to see that. He didn't want to remember. He ... he didn't want her!

And she cried...

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Dark came, as did Avianna's wings. But she didn't flit around the forest as she had done each night for thousands of nights. Those sprints high and low through the woods had had one purpose: to find her Soul Mate. She'd found him finally, only to find that he didn't want her.

She sat on the horizontal laying portion of a large fir cracked in two by a wind storm years earlier and simply moped the night away. Her wings hung low, losing their energetic glow. The animals who were her friends and with whom she'd played by day or by night visited her, found her unresponsive to their chirps and barks and howls and such, and wandered off as sad as she.

Day came, her wings returned to her flesh, and still Avianna just sat above the ground. Her body began to feel as did her brain. Her empty stomach rolled. Every part of her wanted the refreshment of water. Birds, squirrels, and one precocious raccoon brought her food, only to see it pile up before her.

Avianna had no purpose, and she was going to die. She knew this without having to think it. Death was the way of things, of course. Sure, she and her kind lived far longer than the humans like Adrian. Hundreds of times longer. Thousands even for those who had purpose. But she had none. It was time for Avianna to simply ... end.

Then, as her wings drooped late into the second night and she was resigning herself to her new fate, the forest around her came alive with movement and noise. Avianna lifted her head to look, listen ... and smell.

He is here!

In an instant, her wings perked up, their glow coming quickly back to them. She stood on the broken tree, looking about, drawing in a deep breath. Adrian was here, not close but not far either. She studied the movement of the birds, the bats, the ground critters, and then flew off to the west, knowing where she would find him.

Less than a minute later, Avianna was on a thick limb of a Hemlock giant, looking down on Adrian. He was on the ground, curled up where the trees trunk became massive roots. He was wrapped in a thin, reflective sheeting that she'd seen before when humans with packs had gotten lost and one other time when humans with guns and dogs and stars on their clothes had chased a man until he could no longer run from them.

Those humans had been in trouble, and Avianna knew that Adrian was in trouble now. She flitted down to the ground near him, landing without a sound. He was asleep and shivering, and without hesitation she cuddle up against him and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled her wings in close to her back, then put her thoughts into raising her body temperature.

Soon, Adrian's shivering ceased. A moment after that, he was breathing calmly, sleeping soundly in her arms.

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Not wanting him to see her wings just yet, Avianna had left Adrian's side shortly before dawn and hid nearby. After her flying apparatus had once again merged into her body, she returned to him on foot, finding him sitting in the "V" of the trunk roots with pounds of forest food surrounding him, gifts from her friends, many of which were not too far away and in some cases sitting out in the open, watching.

"Why Mine come back?" she asked as she dropped to her knees before him. She picked up an unidentifiable root, cracked it with her bare hands as easily as if she'd done so with a hammer, split it in two, and handed one to Adrian as she bit into the soft inner core. "Avianna think Mine not want to stay with her in forest."

 

[ManlyUsername]

Adrian was relatively certain he wasn't going to die. But the night was going to hurt. He found shelter from the wind, and the "space blanket" that was in the emergency pocket of his backpack should retain enough of his body heat to fend off hypothermia, but he would be in bad shape by morning, and still had no idea how he was going to find his way back to the trail. He would make it till morning, but the jury was still out on whether or not his little stunt was going to kill him.

He woke feeling surprisingly well rested. It was a little cold, but his joints were not stiff and his extremities, which probably should be blue about now, actually felt fine. It didn't make sense, but he was too thankful to care. And that wasn't the only thing that didn't make sense.

As he came fully awake and looked around, the ground was littered with roots, leaves, berries. Where had all this come from? He picked through the berries, choosing the ones he was confident were safe to eat. So his head was down when she approached. He didn't sense her until she was standing quite close she was so quiet. "It's you!", his disbelief making it little more than a whisper.

She kneeled in front of him, snapping a root Adrian would have spent ten minutes opening like a twig. "Why Mine come back? Avianna think Mine not want to stay with her in forest."

A smile came to his face he couldn't completely explain. "No. No Mine. Adrian. I honestly don't know why I...I needed... it's..." A look of frustration crosses his face as he can't quite decide what he asking. Finally he reaches forward and places his hands on the sides of her face, as she had done to him. "Can you..."

He had not considered how intimate the gesture would be. His stomach flipped and he pulled his hands away. But after a moment's consideration, he screwed up his courage and reached for her hands, placing them on the sides of his own face and said quietly, "Can you show me again." A brief flash of panic and he pulled her hands back an inch. "Slowly, this time...if you can."

He gently put her hands back in place, closed his eyes and opened his mind. This time, he was ready.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"No. No Mine. Adrian."

Avianna smiled wider, understanding her error. She pointed to his chest, then touched her own as she said, "Adrian. Avianna."

He explained that he didn't understand why he'd returned, then surprised her by reaching his hands out to her face. Avianna pulled her head back just a bit, unsure, but she didn't stop him.

"Can you..." he asked before withdrawing, then trying a different way. "Can you show me again. Slowly, this time...if you can."

Avianna pulled her hands back again, but seeing Adrian's reaction, she quickly smiled and said, "Show. Yes."

She moved up close to him, though, so close that their their knees alternated him, her, him, her on the dirt floor of the forest. She looked Adrian in the eyes, a deep, meaningful stare accompanied by a pleased smile, then reached up and took his face into her hands again, gently, intimately.

An expression of wonder filled his face slowly this time as the rememory took hold. He would see what he saw before, of course, but this time he would see it more slowly and more clearly, as if in slow motion.

This time he would see Avianna in the trees flying above him, around him, flittering all about, sometimes rolling over as she smiled his way, taking sudden turns left and right or shooting up into the sky and then back down to the ground entirely on the other side of him.

At the Cool Pool, he would hear her wings this time, sounding very much like those of a hummingbird hovering at a porch feeder. He would see her face clearly as she approached him and would see that she was much younger than she was now yet still not as young as he'd been at the time.

"Mine..." Adrian would once again hear Avianna whisper, just before she ever so slowly moved closer, closer, closer, until finally she was so close that her soft, cool lips contacted his own trembling ones for a gentle, loving, closed mouth kiss.

He was only under her control for a mere six or seven seconds, but the experience would feel like a hour or two to Adrian. And when he finally returned to the real world, he would find his lips wet and tasting of sweet nectar from who knows what forest flower or fruit. Had Avianna kissed him just now? Or was it all in his imagination.

"Adrian stay in forest with Avianna all times, yes?" she asked with great expectation as she removed her hands from his face and sat back on her haunches again. "Is why Adrian come to forest, yes?"

She couldn't know, let alone understand, that Adrian had a life in the city and couldn't simply not return to what he believed was his life.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The experience is still disorienting, but having prepared himself for it, it does break his mind as it had before. When he comes out of it he is blushing. She had kissed him in the dream. He could still taste her on his lips. Was it only in the dream?

"Avianna. What you just showed me. Was it... was it real?"

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Avianna's head tilted and her face filled with a questioning expression. "Real? What is this real?"

The forest beauty with night wings didn't understand the concept of real and unreal. To her, there simply was what was.

She didn't answer his question but instead asked one of her own, one that she'd already asked in other ways: "Adrian will stay in forest with Avianna? Live in forest with Avianna?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Live? Here? " Adrian looked around as if possibly he had missed the two bedroom ranch house behind a patch of trees. It seemed an absurd question, but the look on her face left little doubt she was sincere.

"Avianna. I have a life, in the city. A job. I can't just come live in the forest with you. "

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

She saw the confusion in Adrian's face as he spoke about his life in the city. "I can't just come live in the forest with you."

She had her own bit of confusion, too, as she didn't understand the city anymore than she had fuck or real.

Avianna's face suddenly lit up with excitement. She blurted out, "Avianna come live city with Adrian."

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Live with..Adrian?" He restoration numbly. The conversation was surreal. But he couldn't deny the goosebumps that lifted on his arms when she said it. He couldn't help reaching out a hand to touch her face.

"I'd love..." What did all this even mean? How much did she even understand? Did she even know what she was suggesting?

"But what about Your home? Your life? "

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Adrian reached a hand out to Avianna's face, and she instinctively and somewhat playfully pressed her face into his fingers and palm, not unlike a cat would do when being petted.

"I'd love ... But what about your home? Your life?"

Yes, the forest was Avianna's home: always had been, and deep down inside always would be, even if she left it for a time. But while she didn't fully understand what he meant by your life, she knew that she was supposed to be with Adrian.

In an almost acrobatic move, Avianna sprung to her feet. She smiled wide with excitement as she offered out a hand, saying, "Avianna live city with Adrian."

 

[ManlyUsername]

This time he was almost sure she didn't truly understand what she was proposing, but Adrian took her hand without any further hesitating. It was small and warm and soft, and why was something as simple as holding her hand setting his heart racing.

Well, Adrian certainly couldn't live in the woods like Grizzly Adam's, and he'd seen what happened last time he'd tried to leave her behind.

"Can you take us back to where you found me the last time? Where I was camped? From there I can find my way back to my car. "

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Avianna smiled even wider, if that was possible, when Adrian took her hand. He asked about her help in getting out of the forest, to which she excitedly began leading him behind her down the trail.

It was at this point, the first time he'd seen her backside, that Adrien caught sight of her wings. Or rather, he saw the wing tattoos. The dress she wore hid the flesh of her backside from her waist downward to just above her knees. What he could see of her sported the most magnificent, most intricately detailed tattoo that appeared to be a cross between dragonfly wings and, what, angel wings?

As she playfully led him through the forest, the sun sometimes dancing upon them as the canopy above thinned, John might have been able to see that the tattoo had contour, that each of the ink lines seemed raised ever so slightly, just enough to catch the light spilling down upon them and almost cast a shadow but then not.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Waking on in silence for the moment Adrian is busy trying to gather his thoughts and decide what comes next. Then he catches sight of the intricate latticework of lines covering her back.

Some form of tattoo. Spiderweb? Geometric pattern? He follows the lines for several moments studying them. No wings. Wings! He finally returned his toying to the memories. Avianna, gliding through the trees on nearly silent wings.

He could focus on nothing else. Was this the source of his memories? A manufactured hallucination inspired by an intricate tattoo.

While still walking he let his hand slip from hers, and lifted it to her shoulder. Almost afraid to touch them, he set his fingertips on one of the lines and began tracing it. His touch was barely more than the kiss of a gentle breeze as it slowly meanders its way down her back.

Adrian was enthralled by the raised lines and oblivious to the intimate nature of his touch.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

When Adrian first touched her back, Avianna was too involved in selecting and following the easiest ground path through the forest to notice. But then, the sensation of a tickle shot through her, causing her to flinch, giggle, and spin to face him.

Seeing his reaction and fearing he would think he'd done something wrong, Avianna quickly told Adrian, "Tickle!"

She giggled again, stepped closer to him, smiled wide, and slowly turned until her back was to him again. She peeked over her shoulder at Adrian, saying softly, "Can touch."

Avianna giggled again as he traced a finger along the outline of her tattoo, a shiver running up her spine and causing her entire body to explode in goose bumps. Again she said softly, "Tickle."

As the examination of her back continued, Avianna was tempted to explain that what he was touching were in fact the outer edges of her wings. She didn't, though. She didn't know why she kept it to herself. No, no she did. She'd already freaked Adrian out so much. Telling him that at night, she grew wings and flittered around the forest would have been just too much.

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Tickle" she said with a giggle more than once. It helped to put him at ease and made him a little braver in letting his fingers explore the complex patterns of interwoven lines. They seemed so natural, so organic.

Given a full invitation, he begins using both hands to explore. Letting his fingers trail up and down her back and along her sides, tracing each individual line as if he needed to touch them all. In the process he could not help taking in her strong shoulders, tapering down to an especially thin waist, before curving back out to shapely hips.

He is not sure how long it has been since he stopped tracing the lines of the wing patterns and simply let his fingers wander, but when he realizes what he is doing, he pulls his hands away like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He looks away a moment, and when he turns back he is blushing, "They're beautiful."

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

No one had touched Avianna the way Adrian was now, ever! And she realized in very short order that the sensation of his fingertips on her body in general and wing tattoos in particular was doing things to her that she'd never imagined before.

Under the soft, thin cloth of her dress, her nipples grew substantially, making themselves known as she peeked down at the strange sensation. But that wasn't all. Her heart was pounding twice as fast as normal, her breathing had accelerated, causing her generous bosom to expand and contract.

Strangest of all, she felt a ... a, um ... well, she didn't know what it was ... a ... a yearning down between her legs where folds of skin surrounded an opening and a nub that, as far as Avianna knew, had no purpose in this world.

Adrian pulled his hands back, and Avianna turned to look at him with disappointing surprise. She was enjoying it all, though, perhaps a bit too much as she didn't understand the feelings it was causing her.

"They're beautiful," Adrian said about her retracted wings.

"Yes," was all she said, unsure of what more to say.

She grasped his hand again, squeezed it meaningfully, then headed them down the trail again at a playful run. It was mostly downhill at this point, and taking advantage of gravity and momentum, Avianna had them bursting out of the forest at the trail head in just a couple of minutes.

She stopped suddenly, so much so that Adrian nearly slammed into her back. She scanned the parking lot, the road beyond it, and the opposing forest beyond even it. Then, she looked to Adrian and asked, "Now?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

Her childish enthusiasm was infectious, and despite the bizarre situation, Adrian found himself laughing as they bounded down the trail. He had to slow her down several times to keep from turning an ankle on the uneven ground she seemed to navigate by instinct.

They emerged in the parking lot much sooner than Adrian had imagined possible and he only now realized how winded he was when he went to speak. “My...geez...whoo...My car’s over here.” He placed a hand on his knee for a moment, then stood and led Avialla to the end of the parking lot.

There sat a dark red, painfully practical, Subaru Crosstrek, lightly plastered on the side with mud from the dirt access road. Adrian had chosen it as a good daily driver that would also handle the light off road work often involved in deep woods camping. He was a little disappointed he wasn’t driving something more impressive, and immediately felt foolish for having that feeling.

“It’s a pretty long drive to my home. Sorry” He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. She cocked her head to one side, her look a little hesitant. “Go ahead. Hop on in.” Adrian patted the seat for good measure. He offered his hand and helped her settle into the seat. She seemed to be looking everywhere, taking in the interior as if she had never been in a car before. Could she possibly have never been in a car before?

When she made no move for the seatbelt, Adrian leaned in across her to grasp it. It put them momentarily face to face and when he turned in her direction she had stopped looking around and was instead looking directly at him. He was immediately lost in her eyes. The scent of wildflowers filled his nose once more and a lump formed in his throat.

He closed his eyes. His head leaned forward a fraction of an inch as he thought to kiss her, when his rational mind finally broke through the barrier. What the fuck are you doing? Why would you assume she wants to kiss you? He pulled back quickly and worked on securing the seat belt in the latch.

This did little to ease his distraction. He had to push a hand between her hip and the latch to ensure he didn’t pinch any of the billowy fabric of her dress. This left him staring at her ass as she shifted over to accommodate him. He also couldn’t help noticing her dress had fallen away from her legs, revealing them to mid-thigh. They were long and delicate. Like the porcelain ballerina on his mother’s antique music box.

Between the near miss of the kiss, and the sight of her shapely legs, the thoughts now running through his head were decidedly inappropriate. He took the long way around the back of the vehicle allowing him to discreetly adjust himself, as he simultaneously chastised himself for needing to. Then hopping behind the wheel he gave her a smile. “Comfy? Off we go then.”

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"Adrian's car," Avianna said, repeating his words. She had seen automobiles before, coming out to the edge of the forest during her years of searching for her soul mate. She'd never been in one, obviously, and Adrian's efforts to get her inside and buckled only caused her to giggle, repeating often, "Adrian's car funny."

Once he got her clicked in, though, keeping her that way would turn out to be a chore. She'd already unbuckled before he even got in and crawled into the back seats to check them out. She sat in one seat, bounced about, played with the seat belt and buttons -- none of which did anything with the car turned off -- then moved to the other seat, only to repeat her playfulness there as well.

Adrian finally got her back up front and buckled. “Comfy? Off we go then.”

As he pulled the car out of the lot and onto the road, he pulled and pressed and turned or whatever, and foamy water sprayed out upon the dust covered front windshield.

"Adrian make rain!" Avianna squealed in delight. She unbuckled and practically crawled into Adrian's lap in a search for the lever he'd used, begging, "Make it rain".

She didn't know exactly what she pressed, but over the next few seconds, lights flashed here and there, the arms swinging across the windshield sped up to maniacal speed, and a loud, high pitched sound was emitted from the front of the car.

Although she didn't entirely know what it was that she'd done to cause the rest of that mayhem, the noise had happened when she pressed a button on the round thing Adrian was trying to hold in between managing her. She pressed it again and again and again, and when the driver of the car in front of them held a hand out the window with his middle finger extended, Avianna giggled, pressed the button again, stuck her hand out the window with her middle finger stretched, and giggled some more.

Ultimately, Adrian did manage to get the forest girl settled and buckled, not that he could keep her from playing with even more buttons on the console in front of her. Music exploded from all about her, scaring her initially, and she unbuckled and leapt into the back of the car, curling up in the floorboard behind him.

After Adrian explained what was happening and how she'd caused the radio to come on, her fingers were all over the dials as she listened to station after station after station. She would listen for only seconds at a time to most of them before saying Avianna not like or Why man talking, not making music or, when she hit something nice, Avianna like!

Between playing with the dials and critiquing the music, Avianna swiveled her head madly as she watched the scenery passing by both sides of the car. She became even more excited when she accidentally opened the sunroof and, once again, was out of her seat belt and shooting up through it before Adrian could stop her.

She felt like she was flying again and squealed loudly into the wind. A child in an approaching car waved, Adrianna returned the gesture, and soon she was waving frantically at all the passing cars. That was, of course, until Adrian spoiled the fun and made her get back into her seat and buckle again.

Things settled for a while, and Avianna even became quiet. Then, looking to Adrian with an unsettled expression on her face, she said softly, "Avianna not feel good."

In and instant, she leaned forward and puked onto the carpet between her bare feet. After a second emptying of her belly, she lifted her head again, forced a weak smile, and mumbled, "Avianna feels better."

Then, head dropping again, she let go of more of her forest breakfast.