It was dark, even the moon hid itself from view except that it was a pitch-black silhouette against the black night sky. The stars glinted like diamond pinpoints on the black velvet of the sky. The only other things disturbing the brilliant sky were the leaves of the canopy above. The green foliage created a seemingly random silhouette against the stars on the blanket of the night sky. The sparse light that made it through the leaves created small patches of glowing earth. A man swept into view, silent as the night around him. He was clothed in a loose black tunic and loose black soft cotton trousers. Upon his back was slung a quiver filled with handmade arrows. In his left hand was the composite bow that he had made when he first made a successful hunt, at about eighteen. There was a nocked arrow as he crept up on the sleeping form of the lame deer he was hunting. He had followed its limp for a few miles and was now here. He shot it once, through the heart, with the seasoned precision of a master bowman. He then dressed the meat, striped the bones and rolled the skin. The fat he used to fill a jug and put all of these in the hidden pack on his back. He unstrung his bow and slipped it into the quiver before setting off for home. If I move fast I can get home in time for breakfast. He did not want to miss breakfast today; it would be a good meal as it was Monday today. He hurried on faster to his home, anticipating the meal ahead. ~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~ When he returned home his wife, Amanda, was already making the morning tea. She was dressed in a similar shirt to his but she wore a soft, black, leather skirt that went almost to her knees. She smiled brightly at him as he walked in. "Good morning dear. How was the hunt?" She asked brightly as she poured out a mug of tea. "Good, good." He responded, smiling back at her. She extended the mug to him but as he reached out his hand to accept it she pulled him in, putting the mug down as she did. "What, don't I get a kiss?" She asked coyly. Her mouth found his before he could respond, kissing him. After a moment his eyes closed and he melted into the kiss. His left hand slid up her back to softly caress her head as he kissed her more deeply. Her right hand found its way south, landing on his rear, as her soft, strong tongue snaked itself into his mouth. His tongue met hers as it entered his mouth and the two tongues danced for a while. At the same time, Amanda shifted her body, closing even more of the minute distance so that they were almost within each other. Her lithe form fit perfectly with his lean body, almost as if they were designed to be like this with each other like this. She was about a half foot shorter than him so she had to look up a bit while he looked down. Each of their free hands reached up simultaneously, as if by a universal signal, and caressed each others' cheeks as their tongues retreated and the kiss softened and broke. They both had a dreamy glint in their eyes and they smiled to each other. "Well...If that is what my reward for a successful hunt is now, then I guess I ought to hunt more often." He said, grinning. She smiled back at him and responded. "Well then I should just reward you for all the other successful hunts before this one, shouldn't I?" She smiled coyly at him and gave a wink. "That might be nice, when could that happen?" Was his response. "How about now?" She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him. He reached down to the backs of her legs and lifted her up so that their heads were level and her inner thighs rested against his hips. He then walked to the bed in the next room and laid her down beneath him, still kissing her. They scooted up on the bed to be at the head of it. Amanda slid her hands up his strong, rippling chest under his shirt. She lifted his shirt and cooed at his flawless chest as she removed the garment. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. His scent was almost intoxicating to her and she had an odd urge to taste his flesh. She nipped lightly on the area where his shoulder met his neck. He responded by gasping first and then moaning his pleasure. She rolled him over, pinning him at the waist by sitting on him. She lifted her hands to the hem of her own shirt and lifted it just above her navel before moving her hands to the top button. Her swift fingers undid the buttons revealing her perfect breasts, concealed only by the leather strap that encircled her body at that level. Her shoulders rolled back, causing the shirt to fall from her body. She then undid the clasp on her skirt causing it to fall to a heap, with their shirts, next to the bed. She was now clad in two swatches of leather and a pair of cotton panties, he in a pair of pants and, under that, boxers. She quickly solved each of these problems and they were both thoroughly nude. She kissed him deeply, leaning down onto him so that their bodies lay together contours matching perfectly. Their lips melded together and they kissed for a while, exciting each other even more. Amanda broke the kiss and sat on him, looking down at him as he looked up at her. She lifted her hips up, aligning his sex with her and slowly slid onto his shaft. His hips lifted to meet hers and they separated just to come back together again. They got a rhythm going and she leaned down, kissing him. Their tongues imitated the movement of their hips, together, apart, together, apart. Amanda moaned into Stevens' mouth, pleasure now mounting to an extreme. He reciprocated as his own need for release grew to be unbearable, both of them needing to peak. The rhythm grew steadily faster and then, suddenly, Amanda exploded, her vaginal walls gripping spastically onto Stevens' member, bringing him to peak. His eruption, in turn, boosted her orgasm to a new level, which continued the increase of pleasure for each of them until he had no more semen left within him. Their orgasms subsided slowly, each of them drifting down together in orgasmic bliss and holding each other as they kissed their way to Earth. Steven was the first to return, followed shortly by his love. They both separated mouths, their hips still joined, and gazed into each others' eyes. "Maybe you SHOULD go hunting more often." She joked, rolling to her side so that her labia were gently agianst the side of his right thigh. Her fingers played across his chest, making intricate circular designs and leaving a tingling feeling where they went. "Maybe you should..." She repeated, both of them drifting into a deep sleep, happy and spent.