Porphyria's Lover

The storm raged outside, shaking the tree branches with wood-splitting force. Twice now, I had heard the strained groans of elms, moaning low in pain before the sharp crack of breaking branch. The rain splattered against the window, and I, sitting on my bed, propped against my headboard, started out at through the glass pane as the lightning ripped and exploded and the thunder shook my home.

It was a storm unlike any other that had swept passed through the years of my remembrance, and it suited the evening just find for me. The fire was low, now, a chill creeping quickly into the room and the light dimmed with every ember dying. It fit my mood - the sorrow and melancholy of man dwelling in the night. These fits were all too common, and my mind was full of dark thoughts.

I saw the horse come rushing through the rain as the lightning flared, and thought my eyes deceiving me, for who would be out in weather like this, and riding like mad for my abode? But moments later, the door down stares opened and I heard her gentle footsteps upon the wooden floor. My Porphyria, my sweet and gentle love - what would she be doing here on a night like this?

She was in my chamber in but a few moments - I could scarcely see her through the gloom. She pulled aside the fireplace grate and stirred the embers, bringing the fire roaring back to life, once more, and then, adding a few more logs, the warmth and light spilled into the room.

She turned at once, and pulled off her hat and cloak, dripping with the cold rain, and slung them both over the back of the chair to dry. Her riding gloves, slicked with mud from her wild ride, slid from her delicate fingers, and once dropped, she unwound her shawl from about her neck and shook out her long, blond tresses, soaked right through despite being bound up under her hat.

She moved to the bed and sat next to me, her pale skin colored warm and rosy in the fire light, and her hair, now flung wide across her back, dripped cold dropped onto my skin. She called my name, but I did not reply, lost in looking deep into her blue infinite eyes.

Porphyria could see my mood, it was palatable with my room, I knew, and she slip down her sleeve to bare her milky shoulder to me, and winding her arm about my waist, she pulled me close and pressed my head into her neck, burying deep my face into her yellow hair.

She murmured to me then, of why she was there, of how the storm, terrifying and beautiful, broke her heart to see, and so wounded, she sought me out, sought my company and my love. She loved me, she said, and she spoke true and sweetly, with the wonder of a child who had found out something wild and new. She loved me, she swore, and told me of her longings and passion left buried in her heart and soul, passions of the body she had, for pride and vanity, feared to set free. And now, she knew, seeing the primal storm with such power and force, now she knew such forces could not be contained by man or woman, and she had come to me this night.

I looked once more into her eyes and saw it there, that love and passion, and without a word from me, she leaned in a kiss my lips with her own, so cold from her night's ride. And soon, with trembling hands, I pushed away her untied her from her skirt and corset, and pushed away her shirt. Her soft blush skin, untouched by man, shivered, fevered, beneath my fingers and I touched and caressed her.

And, unto me, did pull off my night shirt and, fumbling, pull down my trousers. Her passion enflamed, she kissed across my chest and down my body, only to slow and marvel at the manhood before her. A thick and long thing unknown to her eyes before, and hot when she grasped it, she mewed as she touched it, and at my moaning, she sighed with contentment, and too my shaft into the velvety warmth of her mouth. How she knew to do such a thing, I know not, nor would I ask - women trade stories at their tea parties, and these stories are not for the ears of man. If such a tale had prescribe this, then thank the lady for it, and Godspeed that tale to ears of every woman.

I could take not more the inactivity on my part, and I raised her head and turned her round so that she was on the bed, and I upon her, looking down into her pretty face. She whispered more to me, and I took in her words and her breath and every scent of her body as I slowly, carefully, joined with her. She sucked in a shuddering breath, a look of pain across her face, but when the air escaped her lips, it was a sigh and moan of pleasure.

It took little time for her body to warm and meld to mine, and just a quickly she was purring beneath me, her face ago with life and light and warm like the fire in my hearth. Her arms wrapped about my body, clinging to my back as our bodies moved in time. She spoke, then, and whispered of the wind passions and how she loved me.

Loved me, love me so, I heard the words run through my brain, and she called herself mine, mine forever. Mine, and as I looked down upon her, look down at her beneath me, surging and sigh beneath me, rising her body in time to meet mine as she swore her love, I knew it then: Porphyria worshipped me.

She worshipped me! And my heart grew at the thought, at the feel, and I knew she was mine, and mine forever, and with that my whole heart did burst. I felt her moving beneath me, and as her voice rose with ever breath she shuddering drew, I knew just what I had to do. She would be mine forever, worship me forever.

I took her hair, and holding it tight in one long strand, I wrapped it tight around her throat like a hangman's noose and held it hard against her. Her eyes went wide, at first with shock, but the features softened to a look of love and adoration. Her blue eyes shimmered as the shallow tears pooled, and she reached up with one delicate hand to gently touch my cheek, as soft and graceful as a kiss from a angel's lips. At last her face contorted as her passion erupted, silently, from her body. One great quake of pleasure, and I shuddered with her, holding her hair tightly bound, and my own body responded to hers, and we were, at once, together and joined forever - now inseparable for all times.

And then, once calmed, I looked down at those eyes, now free of tears and locked forever in that gaze of pleasure and absolute adoration. I unwound her hair and kissed her lips, still warm, her cheeks still hued of roses and flames. I sat my back against my headboard, and once more she sat with me by my side on my bed, and the fire burned down and down. Her head now rest upon my shoulder, her tresses cascading down my chest. And her love I had, now, for all time - unchanging, unbreakable, eternal.