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| Adrenaline I strive to tilt my hips, bring him to me but he twitches back, staying just out of reach The forest is in silence He’s inhaling the scent of my skin His tongue moves faster, now flickering side to side I can hear my own voice begging him me to fuck me, not to stop That first touch is almost too much The music rises around him; sweet and fluid but with a swelling rhythm that catches at my pulse and breathing His hands knot harder in my hair Stopping, I listen I do not see the evening light coalesce into smiling, feminine shapes – a handful of maidens as beautiful and as wild as he is My exposed cunt is swollen, desperate, but I don’t want to ever stop… I want to stay here, hands and mouth where they have always dreamed of being He sighs in silence, enjoying my nakedness with an anticipation I feel; he raises his hands to touch me and I cry out at the first shock of contact Towards? Away? He is fully in the light, now; his beauty mesmerising, more than human A fifth step and I can see his eyes, green and gold and yellow and glittering; there is a danger in him; the passion of his being burns savage-bright Every nerve in my body is still aching to touch, taste, savour… Playing, he pushes forwards and I grab for his hips to hold him in place, gratefully, greedily taking his cock in my mouth and sliding my lips and tongue and throat down over him as if to never let him go I’m entranced, how can I be otherwise? Amid the deafening raging of my body – my nipples bra-less against the rough fabric of my t-shirt, my pussy begging for his attention – I become aware of a new sensation Oh… But he denies himself, looks back down at me Looking down over my own restrained body, my breasts and belly and trimmed, eager cunt, I see him transfixed at the sight – catching his lower lip between his teeth Ranged a distance about this mighty tree, his subjects are beeches and lindens, tall and straight and smooth-trunked, their leaves glowing in the waning sun And from their centre… My fingers twitch; I have an overwhelming urge to touch him, to run my hands over the flawless beauty of that incredible cock My cunt sucks his cock as if I don’t want to let him go As I do so, an inane voice in my head is cursing my shapeless, battered garments Oh my God, yes! His hair falls over us; his impossible eyes watch me intensely His breath hisses between his teeth Far away, the drone of traffic; an irrational fear subsides The planes of his face are smooth and sun-darkened like his sleek, polished body Beneath my jeans, the first stirrings of a primordial hunger that thunders in time to the blood in my temple Without knowing how I got there, I am on my knees before him, shaking like the great Oak’s leaves He spends an endless, maddening moment just looking I cannot see it clearly – it is half-hidden and the golden sun still dazzles – but it is tall, hair long and dark and wild Oh please… His grip tightens in pleasure; he makes no sound I watch, hypnotised, as I lay my hand flat against his pectoral He shivers, his pleasure echoing through me My nipples are delicate, pale pink – but they’re as hard as cork and as sensitive as fingertips The sun loses himself lower in the darkening sky and the air cools to a dream; in silence, always in silence, they have come to watch the ritual His hands rest, dark and strong as tree-roots, upon the soft skin of each inner thigh; he lowers himself to his knees before me I am unable to take my eyes from it And in front of me… I cannot help myself I am starting to tense, the first hint of the climax that will come; he takes my clit between his lips and sucks on it, gently and my tension becomes an arch-backed, inarticulate plea A sweet, steady pace that has me begging him to fuck me, to fuck me; telling him not to stop and oh, how good that feels He inhales, loving it, his lips parting to drink it in like wine He consumes my attention; his strength and wildness, the touch of his hand on mine Unable to utter a word, I run both hands over his chest, his shoulders He surrenders himself to my touch and I hear his breath sigh warm between his lips I hear myself whimper, I can’t help it; he bares his teeth as he looks down at me relishing every movement My cry is almost a scream, rising into the night I can do nothing but stare up at him, wordless, breathless Shafts of deepening light slant through the trees about me I buck and flex, crying out His tangled mane of hair is the hue of the tree behind him, his bared chest like deeply polished wood I become aware that my knees are shaking, teetering under a rising wave that will crash into a flood of wordless wanting I am moving my hips, matching him, trying to drive him faster That first touch, first taste… incredible, inexpressible; the sensation of having that beautiful, smooth cock pushing between my lips is almost more than I can stand The realisation is electrifying and I’m not sure why My mouth opens to demand an explanation Haloed by the light, he is beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful; wild and alien This close, he carries a powerful musk that fills my head like a drug Never taking his gaze from mine, he increases his pace with me, swifter still, his hips circling in a motion that finds my hard, bared clit and has me flexing, writhing, needing I all but tear my button-fly open, scramble to push battered jeans and no-one’s-going-to-see-them panties down over my hips Had I known when I left my tent this morning… I find the courage to stand upright The contact is a fierce shock; it brings my nipples hard against my t-shirt and makes my hips twitch in longing Slowly His hips are beautifully carved - smooth, bare, gloriously human Panting, cheated and flushed, I watch him stand, his mouth glistening I took a wrong turn, I must have done, and now the sun is low and his rays in my eyes He withdraws, he thrusts again – swifter now, even deeper His hands tangle my hair as my lips part Only those eyes – human, and more than human… The tip of his cock tantalises me Tiny, horns lend him a faintly Pan-like aspect but his full lips are parted; I find my eyes on them without realising where I’m looking For a moment, startlement, embarrassment and fear struggle with the still-blazing fire… then he lowers his hand to me and raises me to my feet He thrusts again Scruffily half-naked, I forget that I’m rubbing my starving pussy on the heel of one of my Doctor Marten’s I find I am letting go of the front of my leather jacket, dropping it from my shoulders Watching I pull my t-shirt over my head, exposing my breasts to the air It moves in silence I hear his rumbling growl increase A flickering of his nostrils, a lifting of his jaw, tells me that he has found it too He leans in closer, parting my lips with his fingers and gently fucking me with his tongue's tip Those eyes Like the erotic throb of tribal drumming, it picks up my heart-beat, the shallow swiftness of my breathing, the wordless cries that escape me Colour is rising in my cheeks Tinkling with amusement, they’re stronger than me; I am on my back across this fallen tree, my thighs held apart in a grip as strong as silk One has fallen, tearing down with him his closest neighbour Shaking my head at the insanity of it all, I have to sound the thought to myself I want to run My hands are finding my belt buckle, fumbling to free my hot, wet skin to the coolness of the evening Those sweet, feminine hands are parting my thighs, stroking my skin, holding my shoulders, teasing my hair free from its band and letting it free – long and loose He fucks me harder, leaning closer over me; our breath mixes as we sigh There are hands on me, like leaves brushing my skin Wild-eyed and wild-haired, he’s untamed and primeval; his skin begs to be touched, the tremendous curve of his cock is insanely tempting – and a little scary ! Watching the need in my expression, he takes himself in one hand and begins to slowly stroke his cock, right in my face It gives me the confidence to repeat the movement His eyes travel the length of my body as I drop my jacket to the ground; searing, challenging, appreciative It watches me, amused and curious and, somehow, faintly… …predatory… I feel its gaze explore me like the soft tip of a feather; I find myself pulling my jacket tighter across my breasts, trying to shrink into the fallen beech behind me He withdraws his fingers from me and uses them to part my lips further His eyes open He stands over me, idly stroking himself while he relishes the view, the anticipation My focus is one thing: the sexual, sensual sliding of that tremendous curve of cock, thrusting to the hilt into my hot, needy mouth, and withdrawing to thrust again… Time is lost to me; there is nothing else in my world At my reaction, he smiles – sending lightning thrilling through my skin His growling grows deeper, more urgent I am standing at the bottom of a great, wooded bowl I’m going to come— He withdraws, connection broken Around me, it is echoed by soft, musical voices His tongue begins to caress me in long, smooth strokes; I relax, let the heat and exquisite, excruciating tide of pleasure carry me The ground rises all around me – I cannot see road or path I stagger under its onslaught I think I am lost Slowly, abandonment – is it his or is it mine? – overcomes me I give myself up to sensation My body still wants, my arse is bared to the gathering twilight He has withdrawn – I start as though waking, look up, then round me, wide-eyed His hands become rougher, his thumbs flicking back and forth over my nipples Beneath my torn-kneed jeans, I am aching; craving his attention as if he carries lust with him like a weapon Inanely, I wonder if I’m going mad, but the thought is swamped by washes of ecstasy as his pace increases I can feel every movement, every slip Gently, he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, making me shudder Oh, my God I turn; my boots rustle in the first of the autumn’s leaves Mind tottering with incomprehension, I drag my gaze upwards More of them reach for my boots and jeans; I find myself naked, utterly exposed, and laying back like a sacrifice I cannot breathe I want to feel how good he feels His musk is making my head spin; without realising, I am pushing my hips back against the tree trunk behind me, grinding against something, anything, with no more shame than a bitch in heat He wild tangle of hair falls forwards, curtaining us from the world I am alone in a sunset woodland and I am— Like a pouncing cat, he is standing before me, trembling with intensity He withdraws But— Oh, my God Anticipation swells within me; there is a powerful, wanton glow building deep in my belly He leans forwards and I feel his breath – oh God so warm! – against the side of my throat They’re holding me down… They’re holding me down? For a second, fear and anger crystallise and I try to sit up But it is not his beauty that has my hands clenching into white-knuckled knots of tension, my throat closing in fear and disbelief… Stepping delicately over the leaf-litter, he has no feet He raises his fingers, breathes in the scent from them then offers them to me More whispers, more soft kisses teasing my skin I was not aware when the birdsong stopped, when the scrabbling squirrel had fled, but now I am alone and the silence rings in my ears His tongue teases my cunt, then begins to thrust, gently at first - and then deeper His eyes close My lips part, I find I can breathe again – now all too swiftly In the cloak of shadow that the Oak pulls about himself, there stands a figure His head is tilted to one side, studying me with a whetted sense of impatience Before me is an ancient Oak, King of the trees that surround him The discomfort of the tree below me, even the hands that hold me there, have gone I am shaking, but it is not from the adrenaline of the brief fall Lightning shocks though me Under him, nothing grows; the ground crunches with acorn husks and dry leaves Something rivets me; I stare at this silent shape as though transfixed I am writhing, thrusting my hips towards him, wanting more - and he increases the pace of his fingers slowly in tune with my movements No signal My breathing is light, swift, shallow There is a pause that seems to last forever A long, shaking cry escapes me A twitch-tailed squirrel scatters in a scrabble of claws This is no dream, no fantasy, no fiction He withdraws, thrusts again Unable to help myself, I am rubbing my palms on the trunk of the toppled beech For a moment, I cannot move – he is still silent – and then I am free of my nervousness and fear; I am hungry, eager, wanton, sliding my hands over the soft fur of his thighs and pulling him into me I overbalance and half-scramble, half-slide gracelessly to the forest floor, my boots clumping to the ground and my back flat against the trunk of the fallen beech I blink, dazzled Moth-gentle lips brush against me I have the oddest feeling I am being watched The thought of them caressing me, his hot breath teasing my skin… And that wave of wanting breaks over me Oh, please… I am unaware that I’ve said anything aloud Around me, the air is cooling; goosebumps flutter across my skin Long hair tickles me, laughing voices sparkle in the air The rise of his urgency lifts me, too; I feel his cock bucking and twitching, loving how much I want it I quiver; my skin is so alive! The voices round me sigh with me; delighted laughter sprinkles the air Soft and insistent, they pull me backwards, down onto the trunk of the fallen beech The figure moves with a delicate grace and a subtle sense of power; slowly, as if attempting not to frighten me further, it takes a pace forwards Satyr His fingers are gripping me hard now, there is a deep, soft growling coming from him as he bends into another taste But his attention is only for what it does to me; wet, open and crazed with the need to feel that cock in me The movement brushes my hungering, swelling lips against the inside seam of my jeans and the contact has me biting my lip Mobile ‘phone My face is burning, my breasts aching; I feel soft, cool fingers stroking my shoulders and belly Equally slowly Again: Please! His mouth twitches at my need The cool evening breeze raises the hairs on my arm I forget the forest around me, the great Oak, the coolness of the air and even the warmth of the body I kneel before His canopy is vast, beginning to turn a thousand shades of gold with the season For no explicable reason, the sight goes through my body like a shaft of wildfire A third silent step brings it from the Oak’s shadow into a dappling of sun I stand, forgetting how ridiculous I must look, my boots still on and my jeans round my calves… As though commanded, I stand upright, taller than the maidens round me They watch him, too – whispering to each other in a susurration I cannot understand Then he throws his head back – how has the sky over me become so dark, I can see the stars! – and with a wordless, merciless cry he thrusts his cock into me My God… A fourth step, picking that small hoof high above the leaf-litter and placing it carefully He’s starting to let himself go, fucking my mouth with long, sweet strokes Keys, wallet, wrapper from a chocolate bar eaten earlier in the day Then he slowly, slowly withdraws as if understanding that I am savouring every slipping inch I pull my battered jacket closed and search my pockets I jam the useless ‘phone back out of sight and keep turning Around us, music deepens – a tide of life that lifts us, carries us Seeing me look, he has paused Carefully, still watching me, it moves There was a path, but I don’t know where I left it I’m nervous Around us, the whispering has become a soft song, a steady throb that hints at Bacchanalian wildness I am lost in the primeval blood-pounding of the pleasure he brings Yes like that… oh, yes… I tense my muscles around him, gripping his cock in hot, wet walls Then he leans forwards and brings his mouth to me He, too – a guttural shout of connection and intensity Satyr! This is crazy Another As the sun tumbles slowly downwards in soft, gold light, I hear birdsong on the gathering breeze But his need, his response, is feedback enough I need to be teased, touched, filled and penetrated – in front and behind; oh God, everywhere… Slowly, he pushes forwards further, and my throat opens for him; I feel him slide all the way and oh that’s so good I want to taste myself on him, but the hands don’t let me up and I watch him offer my taste to the nearest of his maidens Keeping a steady, thrusting pressure, he turns his tongue back to my clit and caresses it with slow, circular movements With my flushed pussy bared to the air, my jeans gracelessly round my knees, I find I can pick up my own scent He slides two of his fingers into me; I feel myself tighten round him I am an instrument being tuned by a master musician, an artwork created by a sculptor without peer Waiting to see what I will do Without warning, the contact is broken Overawed, I pull back, the palms of my hands burning with smoothness and heat No feet! His legs are strong, gracefully muscled under a fine pelt – God, it looks soft – yet they end in elegant, cloven hooves When just the very tip is resting at my lips, my hand and tongue still stroking him, he gently pulls my head back so he can look at me Helpless I do not see them close round us, their supple hands brushing his shoulders, their exotic eyes drinking in the scene, their soft lips parted His long, deep stroke has me helpless with shivering pleasure, awash with sensation – I want all of him, strive to push my hips towards him as he penetrates me to the hilt My frisson of fear returns… what has made him flee? Unconsciously, I draw my jacket tighter about my body and continue to look around My breath explodes out of me; I am writhing, half in pleasure and half in a frantic effort to get away – but the hands are merciless and do not allow me to move With his sexual, rumbling growl thrumming somewhere deep in his chest, he takes a half-pace forwards and leans over me, his hands on the beech tree either side of my shoulders I wrap one hand about that velvet-warm shaft and let myself slide forwards, pulling him deeper in to my mouth, my tongue stroking him, coaxing, caressing She takes it prettily, her sweetness giving me an ache all of its own And I am sobbing with pleasure, deep in my throat – I have never made noises like this Berating my reasonless fears, I jump up on this vantage point The light in them is dangerous; I half-expect him to tear my t-shirt from me but he grins like a daemon and runs the back of his hand down the side of my face, pushing aside a stray wisp of my hair There is no struggle to my pleasure, no tension, no concentration – as the pace of his tongue steadily increases I am circling my hips towards him, wordlessly begging him not to stop It picks up the sharp, fiery shocks that race through my body as my clit sparks with pleasure and I shake with a rising need to come In a half-daze, I wonder: are they mocking my mortality – my inability to withstand this kind of pleasure? 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