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This story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're too young to
be here, you're too young to read it.  Scram.)




				Moonlove

				By Incubus 

				========



    It was almost dusk by the time we had reached the top of the hill.
The moon was low on the eastern horizon, preparing for its nightly
passage across the sky.  I looked around and drew a deep, joyful
breath.

    "The stars will be out soon," I said to you as you laid down your
pack.

    You looked up at me and graced me with a smile.  I have always
loved your smile, and this night it felt doubly special to me.

    I smiled back, feeling the warmth emanating from you, and set to
my task.

    Opening the backpack, I retrieved the objects we would need for
the night ahead.  Two black-handled knives, each with personal symbols
cut into their hilts, and four cords, each of a different colour.  If
we were still at home in our apartment in the city, more objects would
have followed, but here, under the sky and with the good earth under
us, anything more would have been an intrusion.

    I placed our packs underneath a nearby tree.  Next to them, I
placed the two containers we had brought, one filled with honey cakes,
the other with a sweet dandelion wine, the fruit of the very fields
around us.  They would come later, in their own time.

    Turning my thoughts back to you, I turned as well, to see you
standing there, awaiting me.  Quickly, I arranged the cords in a
circle around you, green to the north, yellow to the east, red to the
south, and blue to the west.  I joined you at the crest of the hill,
in the centre of the circle I had just laid.  We were ready to begin.

    You grasped your knife firmly, with the confidence of one who had
done this many times before, and with the authority of one who had
earned the right to do so.

    You passed the knife about the circle, cutting a similar circle in
the air, stopping only at the spots where the cords had been laid.

    North, east, south, west you travelled, and I travelled as well,
following your movements with my own in perfect harmony.

    How many times had we done this? A hundred?  Five hundred?  No
matter, it was done now, and as I passed over the steps you had trod,
I knew that you had cut a space more real than the trees and grass
around us.

    The knives were laid aside then, as were our garments.  I gazed at
your beautiful form, with its high, proud breasts, flat stomach and
long, muscular legs.  I had always admired your body, and I drank it
in once more with renewed delight.

    I, too, stood naked beside you.  I felt no shame as your eyes
travelled down my body, then back up again to stare into my own.
Rather, I felt pride at being worthy of your acceptance and your love.
I had always strove to be the best for your sake, and now I felt the
rewards of my efforts.

    With these thoughts still in my mind, we both turned as one to the
east.  With hands outstretched before us, we welcomed the elements of
air to join us.  After a moment, we turned, raising our hands high
above us in clenched fists as we called the forces of fire to us.

    Around we went in turn, cupping our hands before us as we called
the water and lowering them as we called the earth.  Now we were ready
for the most important act.

    We turned to face each other.  I raised my right hand above me as
you raised your left.  My upraised hand formed the sign of the horns,
as my index finger and little finger outstretched.  You held your
index finger and thumb in a crescent shape.  We were ready.

    No words were necessary, not here, not now.  All that was needed
was a feeling of love for all that was around us, and receptiveness
for those who made it, who maintained it, who were it.  In a moment, I
was a man transformed, a God.  I felt the power roar through my veins,
and pulled more up from the ground under my feet.  I felt the
confidence of the master of life and death, the lord of all that walks
the earth and soared in the skies.  I felt the weight of antlers on my
head, a crown of power and beauty.

    I looked at you, my Lady, and saw, not a person, but a Goddess.
You were now my compliment in every way.  Where I was the creatures of
the earth, you were the earth itself.  Where I was the sun, you were
the moon.  Where I was crowned with horns, your head was encircled
with a ring of stars, through which I glimpsed the rising moon, full
and strong.

    As I now looked at you, strong and willful, my greatest of loves,
I was inflamed with desire.  I grabbed you by the waist and pulled you
to me, locking you in a strong embrace, filled with passion.  My mouth
sought yours and yours sought mine, and we held each other for a time,
out tongues locked in a desperate battle.

    I probed your mouth with great passion, giving you all I could
give, determined to pleasure you as much as I could.  You responded in
kind, gently moving your body against mine.

    It was you who broke the kiss, only to place more about my head
and neck, moving ever lower to my chest and down my torso.

    When you had finally sunk to your knees, you stopped, taking a
moment to gaze hungrily at my manhood.  You grasped it in your cool,
delicate hands, holding the shaft with one hand and cupping my balls
with the other.  Then you lowered your head and kissed the tip, slowly
smearing the pre-cum with your tongue.  With lips, tongue, and teeth,
you forced the foreskin back, only to swirl your agile tongue around
the now exposed head.

    Ecstasy filled me as you sucked, now licking the head, now sliding
your lips along the length of my shaft, now taking first one, then the
other of my scrotum into your mouth, sending thrills of pleasure
through me.

    At another time, another place, I would have been content to let
you continue until I burst, filling your eager mouth with my cum, but
my Lady of the fields deserved much more this time.  I raised you up
and kissed you once again, tasting the mix of your saliva and my own
salty juices in your mouth.  You looked imploring at me, as if asking
for more.  More you would have, I thought, but I shall have it as
well.

    This time it was I who broke the kiss, pushing back your hair and
moving around to suck on your earlobe.  As I did so, my hands
travelled down your back to your ass, where I massaged just below the
tailbone, a spot I knew to be sensitive for you.  My kisses travelled
lower, down your neck to your beautiful breasts.  I took one tit into
my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardening nipple, teasing it
with my tongue.  You let out a gasp of passion as I took it between my
teeth, biting gently.

    I moved to the other breast as my hands moved lower, down the
crack of your ass to the hole I found there.  A wetness around your
hole increased as I rubbed one finger, then the other upon it,
bringing more gasps from your lips.  The tip of finger slipped gently
inside as I sucked on the other nipple, now fully hardened with your
excitement.

    Having brought you to full excitement, I abandoned your breasts
and moved lower, down your belly, pausing only to lick at your navel.
As I moved lower, I now moved you down with me, until you were lying
on the grass, your arms outstretched, with me lying below you, my head
now between your legs, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin of
your inner thighs.

    Licking closer to the tops of your thighs all the time, I took my
time, increasing your arousal so that every touch and every breath
that stimulated your nether lips brought a bucking of your hips.  I
could hear the labored sound of your breathing and the gripping of
your hands into the earth at your sides.  It was time.

    I lowered my head and gently drew my tongue from the lowest end of
your cunt to the highest, drawing from you a deep sigh of pleasure.
Taking this as my cue, I fell to work, rubbing my tongue along the
outer lips, and finally licking up the sweet juices that had begun to
leak out.

    Your pussy lips had now begun to puff up in their excitement, and
I parted this beautiful pink butterfly with my lips, darting my tongue
deep inside, tasting the wetness I found there, savoring the scent of
your vagina.

    I began to move higher, toward the seat of your pleasure, but you
stopped me.  You turned me onto my back, then straddled my face.  From
this new position, I again drove my tongue into your soft pussy, to be
rewarded not only by the taste of your love juices, but by the feeling
of your mouth once again devouring my cock.

    As I moved upwards, alternately teasing your clitoris and probing
your depths, you took my cock deep into your mouth, sometimes fucking
me in a slow rhythm, assisted by one hand pumping my shaft and the
other squeezing my balls, and teasing my head with your tongue,
swirling it around my glans and probing the opening, smearing the
pre-cum over the surface, only to take it deeper once more.

    I rose higher and higher on a cloud of ecstasy, and you told me
the same in a story of bucking hips and muffled moans.  I was nearing
the peak, so I began to lick in earnest, drawing your clitoris out of
its hiding place and drilling hard against it with my vibrating
tongue.  You answered me by sucking all the harder, pumping my cock
furiously and bobbing your head in wild abandon.

    Finally, I could take no more, as I felt my cum building in the
balls you were now frantically squeezing.  I drove my tongue into your
clit, swiping my mouth all over your pussy, soaking my face with pussy
juices.

    Then I came, even as you did.  As my cock exploded, shooting jet
after jet of thick cream down your waiting throat, your body became
stiff, and shook with a powerful orgasm, wetting my face more with the
proofs of your climax.

    We both came for what seemed like hours, with you gulping and
licking up my cum, and me moving my tongue to place after place,
prolonging your orgasm until we were both spent.

    Afterwards, we lay on the grass watching the stars, hand in hand,
as the moon continued on to take its place high in the heavens.  I
looked at you and marvelled.  Had it really been a year since our
Handfasting? Since we committed ourselves to pleasing each other and
those around us as a couple?  Tomorrow, the time would come to renew
that vow, but for tonight I was content to lie in the happy glow that
sharing love with you gave me.

    The moon now stood high, and I looked at you with what seemed like
new eyes.  A warm, happy glow surrounded you, stronger at points,
above your breasts, about your lower regions, and most of all, around
your eyes.  I looked into those eyes again, and felt the same glow
infect me, one of love, of warmth.  This was not the lust I had
experienced before, that of the powerful lord and his equally powerful
lady, but rather a relaxed and intimate love as shared by two who have
loved together many times before, and who revel in the confidence of
each other's bodies and hearts.

    With this feeling, I reached out to you again.  You came to me
easily, your mouth meeting mine in a long, slow embrace that lasted
for what seemed like days.  No need to hurry now, as I held you with
one hand and slowly massaged the back of your neck with the other.
You contentedly sighed at this, and held me closer, happy in your
lover's arms.

    Then, with a certain casualness all your own, one of your hands
slipped slowly down my back to my hips, where it smoothly passed
between us to rest once more on my manhood.  You slowly fondled my
member, taking your time, caressing the shaft, idly playing once more
with my balls, pushing the skin back from my growing head, and letting
it slide back once again.  You did all this as you had many times
before, and you were expert at it, bringing me slowly back to erection
without the slightest hint of rush.

    I pulled back from our embrace to caress you in turn.  Slowly, my
hands cupped your breasts, playing with them, squeezing and releasing,
rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger, gently pulling them
and softly pinching.  One hand I left to continue playing, while the
other sought your pussy.  Once again, you were wet, and as my fingers
traced the outline of your sensitive lips, the wetness grew.  I rubbed
at the area around your clitoris until you could stand it no more.

    Slowly and purposefully, you rose, not quite breaking our embrace,
until you knelt beside me.  You motioned me onto my back, with my
stiff prick saluting the heavens.  You took it in your hands once
more, not to play but to guide, as you straddled me and lowered
yourself to the tip of my prick.

    You didn't let me enter you immediately, however, brushing the tip
of my cock against your sweet pussy.  I could feel the exquisite
tickling of your bush as it rubbed lightly against me, and I could see
from your face that you were getting much pleasure from it as well.
But this could not last, however, and soon you let yourself sink
slowly and smoothly onto the entire length of my cock.

    Your face was a study in rapture as I filled you, and I revelled
in the slick tightness of your pussy.  You rested there a while, your
inner muscles flexing, squeezing my prick in a regular rhythm of
tightening and relaxing.  It felt so good lying there, buried within
you, feeling the slow pumping of your vagina.

    Then you started to move, slowly at first, then faster as you
purposefully rode my cock to greater heights of pleasure.  Your
breasts bobbed with each movement, and I took them in my hands,
torturing the nipples as you rode me, drawing from you gasps of
pleasure, which became ever greater with each thrust.

    As you rode, plunging your cunt onto my swollen cock, my desire
for you grew, and as I watched and felt each movement your now
frantically bobbing body made, I began to reply with thrusts of my
own.

    This only served to excite you more, as your gasps turned to
groans, and I grabbed you firmly, stopping your ride, and turning us
both, so that now you were the one on your back and I was thrusting
deeply inside your pussy.

    I straightened your legs and held them apart in a wide V as I
drove into your cunt, meeting your bucking hips at each thrust,
drawing not groans or gasps, but screams of pleasure from your open
mouth.  I thrilled at each movement, the feeling of power growing
between our two bodies at every move, until I scarcely felt we could
hold any more.

    Once again, I felt the weight of antlers upon my head, but they
were not the sign of royalty, but a mark of strength, of virility, as
I pleasured my consort.  You were transformed into the Goddess, full
of love and lust, sharing her pleasure with her chosen Lord, becoming
one in the ecstasy of our union.

    For a moment, I felt the two of us merging, changing, aware not
only of our two joyfully linked bodies, but of all that surrounded us,
the joy of creation and life itself.  And we were a part of that joy,
a triumphant song to be sung throughout nature.

    Then, in a release that shook us both, the power left us, suddenly
amplified and released into the heavens, to return from whence it
came.  Your body stiffened then, shaking in a violent orgasm.  I
thrust most strongly then, and my cock exploded into your spasming
cunt.

    Shot after shot of warm, sticky cum I shot into you, thrusting
madly into your pussy, as you shook and gasped, arching your back in
your pleasure.  Our orgasms blended with each other, our cries calling
out as one, as our passion was released.  I gave one final shot, as
your body shuddered one last time, gripping my shrinking cock, then
letting it go at last.

    I slid out of you and we held each other tightly, broadcasting
love to each other with an intensity rarely surpassed.  How long we
held each other, I cannot say, but when I finally looked up, I knew
that the moon had been at its zenith the very moment we had shared our
climax.  The realization was not lost on you, and I knew you realized
the fact just as I had.  I looked into your eyes yet again, and I saw
a beauty there, unsurpassed in all the world.

    I loved you then as I love you now, my darling.  For now and
forever, through this life and through many more to come.

    I love you.


    - Incubus  13/04/92

      "All acts of love and pleasure are my rituals."

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