The Midnight Forest

Marie:

Whimpering softly at the intensity of her need, Marie tilted her head back, feeling Thomas' hand in her hair and his lips upon her neck. She whispered his name, expiriencing a fire traveling within her body. She didn't know it, but she was expiriencing her first orgasm. She thought the pleasure was causing her to see stars, but then she realized that there were tiny winged people dancing around her with fire. Before she could process the thought, Thomas' next thrust shattered her cognisance, sending her into the pleasure soaked world that her body's senses reveled in.
 
Thomas:

Rising up, above Marie, Thomas continued the wild rythm of his hips, he took hold of Marie's bodice and ripped, with a sharp, wild growl, exposing marie's breasts to the cool night air. Small grunts escaped his lips with each thrust he drove into Marie. His eyes showed a wild, animal hunger as he looked down into her own.

the sprites and pixies crowded in closer to the lovers. The leader fluttered down, passing between them, catching Marie's eye as it landed by her ear. It held the tiny flame in one hand and took up several strands of her hair. Somehow, it began to weave the light of the flame into her hair, giving it a soft glow. Several of the others fluttered down and proceeded to do the same.
 
Marie:

Shivering at the cold air against her skin, Marie felt her nipples harden further. She looked up to see the fragments of light land near her head. She moaned in pleasure, unable to create a concious responce to it. The pleasure Thomas was driving to felt like liquid fire, spreading from her belly out to her limbs, weaving it's tendrels through her brain, fogging her thoughts, finally she only saw Thomas, as animalistic and handsome as he was, in the throws of his wild passions. She graoned again and tilted her head, pressing her lips to his. She felt the spiral of pleasure tightening again, and knew that there would be a blast of pleasure soon, though she didn't know what to call it.
 
Thomas:

Thomas's thrusts sharpened in intencity, just as his growls did. His ridged length sunk deeply into Marie as he suddenly went still, she could feel it twitching inside of her, and then the rush of his seed spilled forth...

Just as he came within Marie, her hair illuminated brightly with the fairy fire the sprites and pixies had been weaving into it. He groaned and layed against her, his hips and buttocks clenched tightly, his mouth seeking her skin...
 
Marie:

Shuddering, Marie came as she felt Thomas still, her body seeking to be close to his. When his seed spilled within her, she shivered, suddenly noticing that her hair seemed to be glowing. She still couldn't fully understand the implications, too stated with the pleasure of her first expirience. "Thomas" she murmered, her eyes slipping closed. She relaxed into the state of sheer pleasure, her arms wrapped loosely around Thomas, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
 
Thomas:

Feeling as though he'd just awoken, Thomas lifted his head and looked into Marie's face. His brow tightened. "M... Marie?" He asked as he took in the sight of her. She was gorgeous, her hair splayed out about her head, glowing with soft magical light. He'd never seen a sight like it before and stared, in awe of it. Whatever had come over him was gone now. "Marie?" He asked again, realizing they were both mostly naked and entwined in an embrace. "Whats happened?" He seemed genuinely confused.
 
Marie:

Stirring slightly, Marie opened her dark eyes. She looked into Thomas' confuzed face and realized that he remembered nothing. "Thomas?" She didn't know what had happened to him, but apperantly it had worn off. "Thomas, you, um, you woke up and you were nearly animal in your behavoir." She blushed, realizing that they were still entwined. "Um, we, uh, erm." The blush deepened, and she turned to look to the side, her hair spilling over to hide her face.
 
Thomas:

Thomas became aware of the residual pleasure burning mildly in his loins. "We? What on Darmus happened?" He breathed He made to pull away, but his cock still felt things too keenly and he nearly winced. "Oh, Marie... Whats happening here?" His voice echoed his fear.
 
Marie:

Shivering, Marie realized that she had just found her first pleasure in the arms of a man who would never remember. She felt the urge to cry. The movement of Thomas made her shiver, and she turned to look at him. "I'm not sure, I just woke up and you had hiked up my skirt. I tried to get away, but you backed me into a tree, and um. . ." She cast her eyes downward, trying not to cry.
 
Thomas:

"Marie..." He reached his hand up, and held her chin lightly, bringing her eyes back to his. "Are... Are you alright?" He didn't really know what to say, not while he was still inside of her... It was so intimate that it stole his words away.
 
Marie:

Swallowing her tears, Marie turned her face to Thomas and nodded. She wasn't physically harmed, but it was incredibly hard to have him still inside of her while he didn't remember any of the pleasures that he had brought her, or himself. She wanted to crawl away and cry, but she was a determined woman, just like her grandmother. She would not admit that pain to anyone but herself.
 
Thomas:

Smiling softly, Thomas let himself become distracted by Marie's magically illuminated hair, he reached up and ran his fingers through it, in awe.

Several pixies began to dance in mid air above him, others came around, giggling and pointing. He was oblivious to them, but they caught Marie's eye.

"Oh, Marie... You're so beautiful..." Thomas breathed, his smile deepening. He was slowly growing hard within Marie once more...
 
Marie:

Shifting slightly to avoid a leaf that was poking her in her back, Marie felt Thomas harden within her. She shivered and looked up. What she saw was the pixies, laughing and pointing. She blinked and looked down, sure that she was going insane. Her grandmother had told her stories of pixies, but they were just stories weren't they? She shivered again, her arousal rising to meet Thomas'. What was wrong with her? She tried to press the feelins down, even as that slow liquid fire started to curl low in her belly.
 
Thomas:

Silently, passion filled Thomas's eyes, but it was diferent this time, he was looking at her... Focusing on her. His lips parted as if he were about to speak. Insteed, he only let out a soft sigh. Without a thought, he pressed his lips to her's and stole a kiss, and as he did, he eased his weight down on her again, sending his cock deeper into her once more.
 
Marie:

Moaning softly into Thomas' lips, Marie parted her own for his kiss, feeling the tendrils of heat, that had so reacently subsided. flow out through the limbs of her body. She ran her fingernails along the line of Thomas' spine, her hips arching to meet his. She knew that they should talk, that she should address the issue of seeing things, but right now, all that mattered were the feelings she was recieving from Thomas, the beauty of the pleasure.
 
Thomas:

Folding his lips over Marie's wetly, Thomas continued to kiss her with a growing passion, he drew his hips away slowly, only to enjoy the sweet sensation of entering her again and again. His tongue reached out to trace slowly along her parted lips as she felt one of his hands caress her cheek, his other rested along the full curve of her right breast.
 
Marie:

Shivering, Marie's body arched up, seeking to be closer to Thomas. Her desire came bursting forth, stronger than before. She moaned softly into his mouth, revelling in the tender passion that was soaking her senses. Her legs came up to loosely wrap around his waist, urging Thomas on.
 
Thomas:

Sinking slowly into her as deeply as he could before he drew away, Thomas delighted in Marie's body. How tightly she held him within her, how the silky smooth length of her legs felt about his waist... The sweet, soft taste of her lips... He had to break the kiss to breath, and when he did, his breath came out in short, soft gasps. Just to look upon her, to feel her body against him was making his heart ache with a need he'd never felt before. "Marie..." He looked into her eyes, she was so achingly beautiful that his voice began to quaver as he whispered her name.
 
Marie:

Feeling the waves of pleasure radiate out from her core, Marie looked into Thomas' eyes. Where she had wanted to cry in sadness before, a tear of sheer amazement rolled down her cheek. He was so heart wrenchingly tender, she could hardly contain her pleasure. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts as she ran a finger through his hair. "Thomas" his name came out in a whisper with the barest hint of her voice, almost a reverent prayer.
 
Thomas:

Sinking his full length into her again, it was obvious that he was close to coming once more. His breath was short and iratic. He tilted his head toward Marie's hand as she ran her fingers through his hair, taking hold of her wrist as she eased her hand away. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed softly, continuing to slowly, sensuously thrust into her as he did.

It felt as though it was a slowly moving bead of water flowing down the length of a waxy skinned leaf, and it suddenly meshed with another drip of water, launching through him and into Marie, for the second time this night. He'd let her hand go and hunched over her body, his hips tencing and shaking against her as he felt the sharp wonderous release of his pleasure.
 
Marie:

Gasping, Marie shivered at Thomas' lips upon her wrist. She felt the wonderous spiral of pleasure slowly tightening until there was no more to coil. As she felt Thomas release inside of her, the pleasure snapped, flooding her body with the glorious sensations. She moaned and whispered his name, a reverent mantra that kept her from physically flying apart.
 
Thomas:

For a moment, Thomas felt as though he were swirling in nervana. He rested his head against Marie's breast and tried to catch his breath. "M.. Marie... Marie..." He repeated as he focused on the sound of her heart beat thrumming against her chest. He closed his eyes and moaned.
 
Marie:

Shivering, Marie gently laid a hand on Thomas' shoulder. She felt as if she had just touched Utopia, and had come away satisfied. Her breath still sounded a bit ragged, and her heart felt as if it were tuned to a horse's hoof beats at a gallop, but she felt more relaxed than she ever had in her life. She let her head fall back onto the loam, allowing the ground to be her pillow. She glanced up, looking for the pixies, before her eyes drifted shut of their own accord.
 
Thomas:

Exhaustion overtaking him, Thomas fell asleep while still laying attop Marie, whatever magic had been in them, and around them, due to the pixies fluttering about fading away as the little fey spirits dissappeared from sight. Even Marie fell to the grip of sleep...

Hours passed as Thomas's seed took hold within Marie's womb and grew... At an alarming rate...
 
Dropping into the arms of sleep, Marie felt Thomas' weight surrounding her. The feeling was comforting as she fell into a dream of a little boy with green eyes and his father's face. She didn't realize it, but as she slept, she dreamed of a child that would soon visit them. With Thomas' mouth, her hair, and eyes that were the green of the forest.
 
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