Young Maiden

[LadyGwenhevare]

Callie slowly walked through the forest on her way to her favorite waterfall. She leaned down to smell a lovely flower. She closed her green eyes and moaned slightly as she smelled the flower - the smell of these flowers always made her feel slightly warm and tingly.

As she stood she tossed her long red hair over her shoulder and straightened her long red cloak. She continued on her way enjoying the sounds and smells of her forest home. She was different than a lot of the other girls at age 18, she didn't enjoy a lot of chatter and gossip. She preferred the forest with its cool shadows and light breezes whispering in her ears.

Her mother was always worried when she disappeared by herself. She was forever telling her that something bad could happen to a young maiden alone in the forest. But Callie was drawn to it by an almost irresistible force. She came alive in the woods.

Callie continued on her way to her secluded pool, she went there almost daily. It was several miles from her village and she had never seen anyone else near there. It was her secret place.

When she arrived her face alit in a smile and she sat down on the lush grassy bank. She let the spirit of the place fill her as the roaring sound of the waterfall filled her ears and the beauty of the clear water filled her eyes.

She leaned down, unlaced her high soft boots and placed them beside her. She unbuttoned her red cloak and laid it on top of them. She stood, unlaced her tightly fitted gown and let it slide down her body. Callie was a petite young woman at only 5' tall, but she had a lush trim body.

Callie ran her hand down her sides and up her stomach. She smoothed her hands over her very large breasts loving the feel of the cool air on her flesh. It felt delicious to be out of all those clothes. She fondled her heavy breast and slowly massaged her nipples. Rubbing her nipples gave her wonderful pulses throughout her body. One hand continued to gently twist her nipple while the other slid down her smooth stomach and stopped over her sex. She slowly threaded her fingers into the soft red hair there and shivered at the touch.

The waterfall called to her and she stepped slowly into the clear water of the pool. She walked until the water covered her thighs and stopped. She reached down into the cool water, cupped her hands and lifted them to her breasts. She let the water trickle over her breasts and watched her nipples harden. Her hands were drawn to those hard buds of pleasure and she continued to fondle them. She enjoyed the sensations running through her body. She knew she wasn't supposed to touch herself but she couldn't stop. She had heard the women and girls talk and complain about men touching them and it being awful, but Callie loved stroking and touching herself. She had never had a man touch her, but the thought kind of made her feel warm. She would probably never know how a man would make her feel - they thought she was strange - always off alone in the forest.

Banishing thoughts of the world outside her secret realm, she dived into the clear water and swam over to the waterfall. She enjoyed the water crashing down on her, trying to push her this way and that. Swimming over to a ledge, she climbed onto it. This was her favorite spot. A side chute of water fell softly onto this ledge and the ledge was covered in soft green moss. The ledge had soft sunlight falling on it and was the perfect spot to relax and dream.

Callie stood under the soft flow of water and let it glide over her body. The water was smooth and almost slick, it made her hands slide wonderfully over her body. She closed her eyes and let her hands and the water fondle her body, stroking her. Her hand slid down between her legs and she began to rub herself. The feelings this sent through her body were delicious. She continued to stroke herself and the other hand slid to her hard nipple and began to rub it and roll it between her fingers. The feelings her hands sent through her body made her moan and feel a bit weak at the knees.

Slowly Callie slid a finger over her clit and into her pussy - this sent spirals through her body. Her finger slid in and out, rubbing over her clit each time. She let the feelings build inside her, enjoying every touch. She lowered herself to the soft moss under her and continued to let her finger glide in and out. She wanted more, letting her knees fall open, she slowly slid another finger inside herself. She moved her fingers faster and faster. She slid over and aligned her hips under a stronger bit of the waterfall and spread her legs open. The water fell on her clit and she moaned. Both of her hands slid to her breasts and squeezed her nipples. The water pulsed and fell harder and faster onto her clit. She squeezed her nipples, moaning louder and louder.

Callie was lost in her secret world. The water pounding in her ears and jetting against her clit. She began to lift her hips toward the pressure of the water. Her hands massaged her breasts faster and harder. Her hips lifted and retreated against the thrum of the water. Her moans turned to pants and then to a scream as the ecstasy of the water sent her into a spiralling orgasm. She let the water fall against her for a few moments more and then rolled away onto the soft moss. Callie was smiling and at peace as she drifted off to sleep to dream maiden's dreams.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Robin Goodfellow

The woods were his life and his home, though few that were that saw him and of them, fewer still who knew his name. In the autumn he wore red and brown and in the winter white, but now in high summer he wore the deep greens of the woods themselves as he went about his business.

He was said by some to be the Green Man, the foliage-covered face that peeked always from the shrubbery, vanishing as soon as seen, the spirit of the wild woods itself. There were those who called him Robin Goodfellow, the caretaker of nature's untamed haunts. To the Sheriff he was a brigand, a rogue bandit known only by rumor and the barking of dogs as he crossed the bare places at night, leaving barely a trace or a sign. And then there were rumors that he was the King's own illegitimate son whose mother had hid him in the woods to be raised by the faeries and spirits that lived there.

But whatever he was, he was not a one for civilization, for church and court, and the farther from these he could get, the better he liked it.

When he heard the cry from the waterfall he was there in an instant, peering through the rushes at the side of the pool at the girl who used the rushing waters for her own earthly pleasure. She was sweet and ripe as the berries on the bushes and as graceful as the willows in the wind, and she was all alone, his for the taking, if he were of such a mind.

But for now he was content to watch as she thrilled herself by herself and brought her pleasure to a spectacular bloom. Her fair skin turned pink hith her excited blush and the sounds she made excited him to the core of his being. He felt himself stir with lust and desire for the maiden. To the rushes he whispered. "This one shall be mine." and they answered him with their embarrassed laughter. "As you wish, my Lord."

He waited until she was satisfied, until she sank down on the mossy bank with her red hair arrayed against the deep green, knowing though that still she ached for the touch of another.

And when sleep was just upon her, he stood up.

"They told me these woods were not enchanted. But now I know they lied." he said. He watched as she looked about her in astonishment.

 

[LadyGwenhevare]

Callie was being called by sweet dreams when something intruded. She heard a voice - not a voice in her dreams, not a voice from her secret realm - but a man's voice. She sat up quickly looking about herself. She did not see anything or anyone as she glanced around the pool. She was sure she had heard a voice. She had not only heard the voice, but she had felt it as well.

She stood gracefully and looked around again, using not just her eyes but her feelings as well. Then she saw him, well really felt him, but knowing he was there allowed her eyes to see him also. If she was not so familiar with the forest and the pool she would not have seen him. He blended into the forest as if he belonged to it or it to him.

She knew she should have been afraid, but she wasn't. She felt in her soul that he meant her no harm. Her skin felt the warmth of his gaze and instead of feeling uncomfortable in her nakedness, she stood straighter. Her breasts lifted and her nipples hardened.

She smiled slightly, gazed boldly at him and waited to see what he would do or say.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

In a flash he was over the pool, standing just opposite her on the sun-dappled bank, in his hand a bouquet of lilly-of-the-valley and blue bells. His eyes sparkled like the ripples on the water and his smile was like the sun on the pool. Dragon flies stitched the air around him, and a lone bumble bee circled his bouquet until he shooed her away.

"My Lady, I beg your pardon for disturbing your sleep. But I heard you call out in your rapture and I was witness to your pleasure, and the whole wood rejoices for you. A maiden's pleasure is the deepest blessing, and you have annointed us all. I come now to you as envoy of the forest to return that blessing if only you will let me. And I bring you these."

He handed her the flowers, bending low and sweeping off his hat. The fragrance that assailed her spoke of the deep green places of the woods, the downy fern and the softest moss, the ancient rocks where the lichens grow, and yet as rich and joyful as the sound of clear water running over rounded stones.

He took her hand and pressed his lips to it, and his lips were warm and soft, and meeting no resistance, he was so bold as to turn her hand over, and kiss her palm, then her wrist, and her taste was exquisite, sweeter than the flowers he had brought her.

Their eyes met, and she saw in his something besides the sunshine on the flowers. She saw the mystery of the forest, the force of the seedling pushing towards the sun, the heat that stirred every growing thing.

"My name is Robin." he said. "Who might you be?"

 

[LadyGwenhevare]

I accepted the flowers from this man of the forest and unable to resist I brought them to my face and inhaled the exquisite smell. The smell brought forth a warmth deep inside me. I took a small step back from him, smiled, and gave a small curtsy.

"Good day Sir Robin, tis nice to make your acquaintance. My name is Callie. I am a bit surprised to see you here - I thought I was the only human to know of this place. This pool is my haven and it fills my soul when I am here."

I realize that he witnessed my pleasure with myself and the waterfall and a slight blush comes over me. I look into his eyes and see nothing to fear. I feel that he belongs here as well as I.

"I enjoy this glade and waterfall very much. I was a bit embarrassed when you said you had witnessed me pleasure myself, but I feel no censure from you."

I stare deeply at him for a few minutes and then I dive into the crystal clear pool. I swim out a few feet and look up at him with a secret smile.

"Care to join me for a refreshing swim in this magical pool?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Care to join me for a refreshing swim in this magical pool?"

"My Lady Callie, it would be very great pleasure." he says, and he strips off his jerkin and skins off his hose. He is as brown as a nut and as hard as wood, but lean and smooth. His manhood is always semi-erect and she gets just a glimpse before he dives into the pool.

He knows this pool, and knows the water spirits who live herem deep in the green bottom. He opens his eyes and sees her above him, floating in the clear water. He cannot help but get beneath her and release his breath so tha the bubbles course up and around her body, tickling between her legs and around her breasts.

"It must be terrible being a maiden." he says as he breaks the water nearby. "Of what good is it at all? You guard and protect yourself, and for what? Only to give yourself away at the end."

She swims away from him with scarcely a ripple, but he follows. "Tonight is midsummer." he says. "A magical night. The maiden who gives herself away to night will be paid back a hundred times over in luck and blessings. Surely that is why you are here thoday. To wait for the moon?"

She laughs and swims off again and he pursues. He swims behind her and puts his arm chastely around her waist.
"A kiss, Lady Callie," he whispers in her ear. "A kiss to let you go. Or three kisses and I'll make you stay. See if I can't."

 

[LadyGwenhevare]

Callie swims keeping just out of his reach - enjoying the freedom of the cool water around her body. She lets herself be caught by this spirit of the forest, this hard, attractive, playful man.

"A kiss, Lady Callie," he whispers in her ear. "A kiss to let you go. Or three kisses and I'll make you stay. See if I can't."

She enjoys the feel of these strong arms around her and the sound of his voice wraps around her. She turns in his arms and looks up into his eyes, gauging him. She is reassured by what she sees in them. Her eyes twinkle and she steps up on her toes and whispers in his ear "Why Sir, three is my lucky number." and with a giggle and a splash she is under the water, enjoying the playful chase.

She swims under the crashing falls to her most secret place. About three feet down against the rocks is an opening. She looks behind her to make sure Robin is following and she swims into the opening in the rocks. A few feet in and the tunnel opens up to an enclosed pool inside the hill. The walls are covered in crystals and a soft light filters through them is several spots.

Callie has brought several things to her crystal cave in the past. A soft quilt, a robe to curl up in, a few candles, a supply of fruits from the forest, and a soft flask of sweet wine. She has made a small fire ring and stacked a supple of wood off to the side. She enjoys coming here to relax and dream when it is to chill or rainy out on the ledge.

She turns in the still pool and waits for Robin to surface. She is soon rewarded by the sight of his surprised and smiling face. She swims over to him and gently places her hands against his strong smooth chest. Unconsciously she runs her tongue over her lips as she whispers "Three did you say my Lord?"

 

[King_Arther]

Tired and worn from the battle of the Saxons Arthur allows the others to take the lead back to Camelot from this faraway land. Against Gawaine's urges he travels the road alone. His mind drifts from the days of Guinevere and Lancelot. It hurt him so to exhile Lancelot from his lands and more so to send his beloved to the nunnery.

Seeing the sun begin to set he finds a lush meadow nearby a pristine lake. Stopping his horse he blindly ties him to an oak, loosely enough for her to enjoy the fresh grass.

He wearily removes his helm and body armour then looks about at his tethered clothing underneath. His garments soiled from sweat and dirt, dried and fresh blood upon his right side.

"hehehe not the garments for a King"

He steps to the lake and removes his undergarments then plunges in the cool water. Once clean he washes his own cloths in the water and hangs them up to a tree. Only with his loins covered he pulls out his evening wrap and lays his head for the eve. Callously he drifts to sleep ... an unerving restless fit with thoughts of the war. Images of the Saxons and his own falling on the field ... and the One ... the One whose helm had covered his very face. The one that placed the wound in his side. The one that saw outmanned, fled with his refugees of Saxons.

 

[LadyGwenhevare]

OOC: Welcome King Arthur!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Ay, three, Lady Callie." he says, shaking his head and flinging sparkling drops of water from his curly hair. "Let me show you."

He leads her to the soft quilt where she sits down, her knees demurely together, leaning forward just slightly, a sly smile on her full lips. He sits next to her, takes her hand and leans forward, kissing her tenderly on the mouth. His lips are warm and soft, and he tastes slightly of the woods. In his kiss she feels his longing for her and his appreciation of her beauty.

Now she kisses him back, pressing her lips to his and offering her own tenderness, telling him that it is all right, that this is what she wants too.

Their lips part reluctantly--too soon she feels--and now her smile is not so certain.

"That is the first kiss." he whispers. "The first kiss is only where you say, 'You may kiss me'. It is the kiss of permission."

He gets on his knees and takes her face in his hands. "The scond kiss." he says.

His lips come down on her again, but now he is more active, tasting her, exploring, licking her lips with his tongue and tenderly grabbing them with his teeth, making her breath catch in her throat. She opens her mouth to him and he slowly tilts her head back until it is like she is drinking from his mouth. His tongue finds hers and they tease and explore, and when he withdraws her own small tongue chases boldy after him back into his own mouth where they spar again.

Their breath is coming faster now, and her hands go to his face, touching and exploring, learning him as he teaches her the pleasures of a kiss, and when at long last the kiss ends, she remains therem mouth ajar, eyes closed, savoring the feel of him.

"That is the second kiss, my Lady." he says. "That is where we tell each other what we are willing to give and how far we are willing to go. It is the kiss of offering."

"And the third?" she asks softly. "What is that?"

He sits beside her, puts his arm around her shoulders and presses her back onto the blanket. Looking her in the eye he says, "The third kiss is the pledge, the kiss that makes the promise of the other two real."

His lips now are like sweet fire, demanding and insistent without being rough. She puts hjer arms around him, feeling the hard knots of muscle in his shoulders and gives herself over to the fairy's kiss as he tells her of the wonders of love and the pleasures her body is capable of. When it gets too intense for her she must turn her face to the side to breath, but still his lips pursue her, kissing down her jaw, the side of her neck, nuzzling against the base of her throat.

His other hand plays over the curve of her hip, tracing her feiminie countours, down to her thigh and up to the swell of her breast. There is no thought of teasing anymore, no thought of escape from this spirit lover. Her body will not allow it, nor will his strength.

His lips sear down to her breast, to lick and kiss at her there, to tease her with his finger tips, or massage her with his hands. Her nipples tighten with excitement and his lips find them, making her gasp and arch against him.

She feels like he is all over her now, kissing, squeezing, caressing, and her body is on fire. Her hips begin a most unmaidenly grinding in her eagerness for his touch, and yet he neglects her there for the longest time, making her ache for him.

Their excited breathing echoes off the crystal-covered walls, is audible even above the steady roar of the waterfall. The light from the fire glints off ther naked skin as he poises above her and looks into her face.

He smiles. "Because you are so beautiful and because you love all that I love, I will be tender with you, Lady Callie, and I will be kind. To give your maidenhead to a spirit will give you special powers among your people. To evoke a spirit's passion, as you have done with me, will make you even more powerful. It is my gift to you. As is what I will do to you next."

So saying he lies down, kissing her breasts, and slowly works his way down her boyd, eacy kiss leaving a little brand of fire behind it. He works over her stomach, down to her hips, and, as she watches with fascionation, he dips his head into the valley of her sex.