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Subject: {ASSM} Once a Maiden (M/F, rom, light BDSM)
Date: Sun,  2 Nov 2003 04:10:05 -0500
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Once a Maiden
Wolf Feather


When they bought the secluded house three years earlier, they had visions
of this very night.  The house stood at the middle of a massive grassy
plateau clear of all obstructions with the exception of a large,
mostly-flat boulder halfway between the back porch and the thin line of
shrubbery protecting the sudden drop down to the valley below.  On the
other three sides of the clearing, the forest seemed to respect the
clearing, almost as if in reverence and awe of the boulder itself.  

For three years, they had roamed the mountainside, learning its many
secrets - the animal trails, the natural springs, the small cave, and many
other hidden treasures - as they gathered large rocks.  Now, those rocks
formed a wide circle surrounding the boulder, with five larger rocks
positioned every seventy-two degrees around the circumference of the
circle.  Over the previous weeks, they had spent their evenings
"perfecting" the site, ensuring the proper placement of the large rocks,
and chiseling at the five larger rocks until they could safely accommodate
pillar candles.  

Now, on the third anniversary of the purchase of the mountainside home and
the fifth anniversary of their wedding, they stood inside the circle of
rocks, holding each other in the dimming light of the day.  With winter
fast approaching, the chill in the air was indeed noticeable, but neither
really seemed to notice; instead, they slowly made their way to the ground,
stretching out in the grass, still damp from the brief afternoon shower,
and held each other close.  

The chirping of the birds seemed to fade away as they contemplated the
upcoming working.  Many strangers stumbling upon the scene would have
attributed the lack of animal sounds as the animals falling asleep for the
night, but while the young couple was not consciously aware of anything but
each other and the activity ahead, they knew subconsciously of the real
reason for the animals' silence.  

As the sun disappeared beyond the distant mountain, the clouds began to
part overhead.  As the first light of the waxing moon descended upon them,
she suddenly broke away from her lover's embrace, clambering to her feet
and running about within the circle as he gave chase, their laughter
filling the round space even as they were careful to not cross its
boundary.  For several minutes the chase continued, as she was just elusive
enough to evade his lunging grabs until he simply tackled her legs, and
quickly climbed upon her as she lay on the ground.  Despite their heavy
breathing, the chase had indeed raised the level of their collective energy
as well as the level of their desire for each other, and they quickly found
themselves rolling together in the damp grass, arms and legs intertwined as
lips and teeth and tongues clashed merrily.  

And the moon continued to smile upon them, with the millions of stars
winking at them as they watched with keen interest from the now-cloudless
sky.  

The young couple's passion sated for the moment, they simply held each
other tightly, both gasping for breath, reveling in the loving energy
building within and around them.  The grass beneath them no longer felt
damp, nor did the air surrounding them feel so cool.  Their attention was
limited to the circle itself, and focused almost completely upon each
other.  

Extricating herself from her lover's grasp, she rolled him to his back and
began to kiss and caress her way down his clothed body, pausing only
momentarily to fondle his crotch through the jeans.  Upon reaching his
feet, she knelt in the grass, taking each foot in her lap, removing each
shoe and sock and treating him to a short foot massage.  Looking at his
face, she smiled to herself as she noticed his expression of rapture, his
eyes closed to further focus upon her gentle actions.  For a brief moment,
she envisioned him towering over her prone form, a lengthy bullwhip in his
hand, the wrist thrown back and ready to lash out at her again as he gave a
primal yell - that image was in such stark contrast to the near-infantile
innocence of his current state that she smiled again, lifting his left foot
to her mouth to gently suckle each toe and elicit a soft sigh from his
lips.  

Placing his feet back upon the ground, she crawled forward between his legs
to begin removing his thick leather belt.  She thought of the many times he
had commanded her to remove the belt and then hand it to him, in
preparation for her punishment or sometimes simply for his amusement.  His
eyes suddenly opened and met hers, and it was clear to her that he was
having the exact same thoughts.  Yet their look of complete devotion and
love would have greatly surprised most people privy to their combined
thought at that moment.  Caught somewhere between the thought and the
current reality, she removed the belt, spent a few seconds caressing its
well-worn leather, then doubled it and offered it to him, both thankful and
slightly disappointed when he accepted it and then set it aside with a
subtle shake of his head.  The belt would not be part of tonight's
important event.  

Returning to the task at hand, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans,
scooting backward and bringing the garment with her, sliding it down his
legs.  Once it was removed and set aside, she returned, stroking him
through his briefs, turning her head to kiss and lick his hand when he
lifted it to caress her face.  Both his hand and hers were soon slightly
wet, but for very different reasons.  It was with some reluctance that she
moved both her hands to the waistband of his briefs, then she slid backward
once more, exposing him manhood for the first time of the evening, and not
bothering to hide her smile of appreciation at its revelation.  

All that remained was his shirt and his Native American choker, the latter
worn only for special occasions.  Knowing that he wanted the choker to
remain all throughout the evening, she focused on the shirt, beginning with
the bottom button at his waist.  As each button was released from its
captivity, she kissed the newly-exposed skin, working slowly, ever mindful
of his manhood pressing against her and of his legs wrapped firmly around
her torso as she slowly progressed toward his neck.  His hands in her hair
did not try to guide her, unlike their many prior romantic trysts, but
instead simply played with the various strands, and also helped to keep her
long hair out of the way so that she could continue her slow trek
unimpeded.  

The shirt at last unbuttoned and spread wide, she lay upon him as they
kissed slowly, their hands and tongues exploring each other like young
teenagers engaged in their first private kiss.  His legs instinctively
tightened around her as she rolled her body against his thick manhood, soon
causing him to moan softly into her mouth.  The kiss quickly ended, his
mouth open wide, his breathing becoming more labored as she rolled against
him with more force, propped up on stiffened arms to better watch the
expressions of happiness and delight playing across his moonlit face. 
Growling deep from within his throat, his hands clutched tightly at her
rear, now guiding her movements as she pressed against him with as much
force as she could muster.  

Unable to hold herself up by her arms any longer, she collapsed upon him,
her face buried in his neck, his breathing loud and heavy by her ear, and
her own breathing quite labored as well.  His hands clutched tightly at her
back, and she was suddenly rolled so that he was upon her.  Before she
realized what was happening, his mouth was devouring hers, her hips still
grinding hard against his matching motions even as his hands mauled her
chest through her shirt (actually, one of his shirts which she liked to
wear).  The lack of a bra and the thinness of the shirt accentuated the
forcefulness of his hands, hurting her just enough to be highly erotic
despite the groans of discomfort transferred from her mouth to his.  

Suddenly desiring the feel of skin against skin, she did everything she
could to shove his shirt from his body, but once he understood what she
wanted (needed?), he sat up, straddling her, his chest visibly heaving
through the gap in the parted garment, and he slowly slid out of the shirt,
his body moving sensuously as if dancing to music only he could hear.  His
body at last devoid of clothing, he tossed the garment onto her face, and
she deeply inhaled his scent before tossing the shirt aside.  

Yet she was still fully clothed, quite unusual given their preferred style
of sexual interaction.  For just a moment, he envisioned her blindfolded,
thrashing about beneath him, a single lengthy rope binding her arms and her
breasts, screaming beautifully as he assaulted her chest with his belt. 
Yet now, fully clothed and looking up at him with complete trust and love,
silent, bathed in moonlight, she was even more beautiful.  

She reached out to him, stroking his thighs briefly before taking his
manhood into her small hands.  With well-practiced care, she stroked him
with one hand, her other hand fondling him just slightly lower.  It was
clear that their five years together had helped her to learn just how much
to stimulate him without driving him to the edge of sexual insanity, as he
had no need to try to hold back for the evening's climax.  He simply sat
upon her pelvis, slowly unbuttoning her (his) shirt, then parting the
garment to lovingly fondle her breasts.  

Hours seemed to pass as he massaged her and she masturbated him.  Their
only communication was by touch and sight, yet that was all they needed. 
While their level of activity had certainly slowed, they were both still
keenly aware of the throbbing of loving energy all around them, permeating
their bodies and their souls as they pleased each other, both feeding upon
and replenishing the energy surrounding them.  

Eventually, somehow, he knew it was time to move on to the next phase of
the evening's working.  He slid off her and knelt in the grass some
distance away.  With the shirt hanging upon, she crawled slowly toward him,
obviously aware of the spectacle she presented for him as she slowly
approached.  Only when he heard her schoolgirl-like giggle was he aware
that he was licking his lips.  When she finally arrived, she kissed his
cheek and then lay upon him, across his lap, as if expecting to be spanked. 


He was not about to argue, and began with a soft swat to her rear.  After
waiting quite some time, he struck her again, a little harder.  The time
between swats slowly decreased while the intensity of each strike slowly
increased until she was practically dancing in his lap, gasping or moaning
loudly with each hit, adding more arousal and energy to the scenario, until
at last she knelt beside him and hugged him fiercely, her breath heavy in
his ear, her bare breasts being crushed against his naked chest.  

Before she could calm herself completely, he nudged her away and removed
the shirt from her torso.  He caressed her cheek as they gazed into each
other's eyes, her favorite Sawa earrings turning slightly and sparkling in
the moonlight, occasionally distracting him, eliciting a smile from her
each time.  

Raising herself up on her knees before him, she cradled his head to her
chest in a silence plea for him to suckle her.  He certainly was not about
to deny her this one act which had long meant so much to her, an act which
would soon change from symbolism to reality following the events of this
important night.  As he continued to gently suck one of her feminine orbs,
he could only wonder how the events of this evening would change their
lives - ideally, for the better, of course, but only time would tell.  

The soft whimpering emanating from above his head spurred him on. 
Switching to the other breast, he grabbed the nipple with his teeth and
tugged gently, as he dropped a hand between her legs to stroke her through
her jeans.  She continued to cradle him to her, kissing the crown of his
head between the soft vocalizations of her pleasure.  Her body rocked
gently against the action of his hand, and he reveled in the knowledge that
he was pleasing her, knowledge which in itself was heightening his own
arousal.  

Soon, she seemed to slither down his body to the ground, extending a hand
to him.  He accepted, and lay beside her.  They simply held each other
close for a few moments, basking in the loving energy surrounding them,
before he finally slipped a hand down her front to her jeans.  She wore no
belt, so his hand located and unbuttoned her jeans as they kissed.  After
slowly opening the zipper, he slipped a hand inside, and was not at all
surprised to find her thin panties quite damp.  She whimpered seductively
into his mouth and tightened her grip on him as his fingers stroked her
womanhood through her panties.  In short order, she broke the kiss and
buried her face in his neck, breathing heavily as she again rocked against
his hand.  Her heavy breathing became seductive whimpers and then
captivating moans.   

The motion of his hand faltered momentarily when she bit his shoulder, the
pain causing him to yelp loudly.  Then the hand was withdrawn as he rolled
her to her back in the grass and knelt beside her.  Lifting each leg high
in the air, he removed her sandals and set them aside, then in one act
removed the remainder of her clothing.  

All she wore now were her earrings; all he wore was the choker.  The gazed
upon each other, drinking in the sight of each other, their eyes
communicating love and devotion and trust and passion and loyalty and
desire.  

 From the edge of her vision, she was aware of just how low the candles had
burned at the edge of the circle.  Slowly, she rose to her feet, quickly
joined by her lover.  He stood behind her and held her tight, his hands
cupping and supporting her breasts like a bra as she pressed back against
his throbbing manhood.  Closing her eyes, she allowed her body to begin to
sway, dancing to the sound of the gentle breeze; she realized that he could
hear the non-music as well, as his body moved in perfect rhythm with hers. 
Reaching up and back, she hooked her fingers together behind his neck, and
together they presented a lewd but obviously-heartfelt display of love for
the eyes of whatever animals were watching from the safety of the forest. 
Somehow, she was vaguely aware that their cat - far behind them, sitting
upon a widow sill of their small home - was watching their working with
approval, as if granting her own feline blessing.  

The erotic dance increased in tempo, as did her passions.  His hands had
left her chest and now roamed her body freely, playing her like a musical
instrument; even to her own ears, the sounds escaping her throat created a
marvelous primal melody at mezzo forte.  He played her so expertly that
only when the melody rang out at fortissimo did the power of near-orgasm
enter her consciousness; as he carefully maneuvered her toward the
flat-topped boulder at the center of the circle, he was able to continue
playing her at the same level of passion, never allowing her primal song to
wane until she was bent over the boulder, gripping it tightly.  

His initial penetration was barely felt; it was the key which unleashed the
pent-up climax created incrementally during the long evening.  Her primal
song seemed loud enough that it would probably awaken those sleeping in the
valley far below them at the base of the mountain.  She felt him grab a
fistful of her hair, and suddenly she was looking up over the roof of the
house, the stars and the moon bathing them in celestial light and goodwill
as he continued to fill and refill her, slowly driving himself ever closer
to her core.  

As one climax became two became three became too many to count, her vision
blurred with a cascade of joyful tears, her senses no longer registering
the coolness of the hard stone beneath her, or the gentle caress of the
wind against the warm fluids of their lovemaking as they trickled down her
legs.  She no longer felt the repetitive filling of her most intimate
space, or the exquisite pain of his spanking.  She no longer heard her own
voice, or his primal yells as the long-anticipated moment approached.  

She had entered a more beautiful space, one in which she and he were
connected as one single being with the universe.  She was unable to
distinguish where she ended and he began, nor could she discern a
difference between a human body and a celestial body.  She floated in this
fulfilling void for both a millisecond and an eternity concurrently, seeing
and feeling both everything imaginable and nothing at all simultaneously.  

Then, almost suddenly, she found herself laying in the grass, looking out
beyond the edge of the cliff toward the distant mountains, wrapped in his
protective arms as he molded himself against her backside.  The first light
of day was slowly filling the sky as the stars and the moon made their
graceful exit before her very eyes.  All the loving energy they had created
during the night had been transferred as they had intended, and she could
feel it - a tiny pinprick of energy, a tiny spark deep within her -
radiating its own light throughout her being.  Without the light of the
moon and stars and candles, the internal light seemed almost blinding to
her senses.  

His hand slowly caressed her belly, rubbing in small circles, his own
energy penetrating her to combine with that deep within her.  "Once a
maiden," he whispered into her ear.   

"Now a mother," she whispered in response.  No doctor was required for her
to know.  She simply knew, and turned in his arms to embrace him
forcefully.  Together, they shared tears of joy between kisses, their
hearts making a vow to allow room for a third within their home.  



On the very night of their thirtieth anniversary, they cuddled while
rocking gently in the porch swing, watching as their Celestia stood within
the circle with her young husband.  The two couples shared the same
anniversary date, and the older couple looked on with fond respect as the
younger couple began the same working which had brought Celestia to them so
many years before.  Now as then, the clouds parted, and the stars and the
moon cast their loving light down upon the young couple.  All was set for a
new spark of energy to enter into their family through this most sacred of
spaces on this plane of existence.

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            Wolf Feather 
       FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM
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What isn't remembered never happened
          - _Serial Experiments Lain_
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