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By Sarah Elizabeth Hume Submitted by Sarah143 Date: 2006 Sep 23 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.23.16.58.20200]] |
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Sweet smelling candles, the size of those that would be on a birthday cake, perfumed the air with lavender. These were her torches and warmth in the stone room that nature had fashioned for her. It was naught but a small hole that had been drilled into the cavern wall by the constant pounding drops of water from the jagged ceiling above. Serene had covered the opening with the dried petals of roses which she had strung together on the thin thread of a large gray spider. This became her study and though it held no light from the sky it was warm and safe. She was kept there like a trinket in a jewel box away from the coldness of Faye and she stayed there as long as she could without missing too many lessons from her tutor and upsetting the fragile balance of her beloved mother. The room was as mystical as she for in the light floated prisms of shapes cast by the reflections of diamond eyes peering from the walls. Garnet and amethyst as well beamed their shades upon the tiny space and it appeared as a clear midnight when the stars were fully awakened and served the earth with their beams. She had fallen into a deep sleep, her delicately veined wings pressed softly against the hard floor, on which she had placed a fig leaf for comfort. She was dreaming, the shadow of her silhouette curved seductively in arches against the fire lit stone. Her lips were moistened and subtly parted. She breathed in whispers that fell in pleasured notes and it was most certain that whatever visions occurred to her were sweetly trickled with honey. As she stirred her high pitched voice raised in deeper moans that rode the air like waves upon the blue green sea. The flame of the candles too had raised and began to sway and dance, growing and melting together until a ring of fire surrounded her. Through this magic ring figures began to appear. There were two a male and female, which was obvious by their unclothed bodies. The two were moving slowly towards one another, drifting upon wings. When they reached each other their arms intertwined and they hovered there close to the ground holding onto one another. There they stayed for what seemed like forever gazing as if they could see straight through flesh. The male figure then pressed the female close to him, their extremities brushing softly together, and his hand swept through her massive waves of locks, pulling her rose wet lips to his. He foraged her body then with his hands as if it were a map, exploring every inch of uncharted earth within and without. As this happened Serene moved upon her leaf tossing her hair and thrusting her hips toward the ceiling, she emitted her sexual song like a siren enticing and persuading for the sheer need of satisfaction. Then the two bodies molded together like clay until you could not decipher one from another. It was like a wild dance that ran in unsteady rhythms until finally it erupted with an explosion of heat and flame and then darkness. Serene awoke to it, the still thickly woven blackness. Her violet eyes searched through it dazed and ravaged, her virginity wet and her body tingling. She sat up goose flesh crawling upon her body and with a quick sweep of her hand, set the wicks ablaze once more. Her tiny heart pounded as if it would burst and tiny pearl beads of sweat trickled down her creamy skin. She wiped them off and straightened her untidy appearance, pulling the hem of her dress upward to cover her breasts. Her mind was clouded and unsure, never having experienced before a vision so real, so passionate. It made her feel unclean, yet somehow erotic. No one must ever no of this and yet she thought to herself that perhaps it could be indeed a sighting of what was to come. Could it be that she had actually witnessed a small piece of the future? The idea frightened and excited her like no other. She quickly tossed her thoughts aside and began collecting herself once more, mixing the herbs for a tea that she had already begun to grind in her mortar. Her wings fluttered a bit as she worked, reliving a piece of her deep reverie.... |