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RIVERWILD: Reunion
By River Barr (river_barr*at*@yahoo.com)
Copyright 2003 River Barr
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/riverworks/www/home.htm
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended
by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
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without the consent of the author.
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RIVERWILD: Reunion
She jumped down the last 8 feet from the rock face onto the
terrace with feline grace, her toned legs absorbing the
fall with ease. It had been her usual morning climb, 500
feet straight up the crag wall behind her to the summit
where she had been met by the first rays of the morning sun.
The climb down, equally strenuous after the ascent, was
eased by the warming of the rock. Riverwild stood for a
moment, naked, bathing in her own sweat and the now strong
sunshine that beat down on the terrace of her mountain aerie.
It was going to be hot today. The eagles were already out,
gliding along the ridge, looking for the updrafts that
formed as the morning sun heated the thick cold morning
air four thousand feet below at the cliff's foot along
the beach. Riverwild squinted into the sun as she watched
the eagles carve lazy circles and untied her long black
hair and shook it free. She crossed the terrace to the
waterfall that poured from a spring in the rock face out
over an outcropping and down eight feet into a shallow
basin in the paving. Stepping into the stream, she
flinched as the cold water shocked her skin and washed
her sweat away.
The water from the spring exited the basin through a
channel cut in the stone, flowing straight out to the
edge of the terrace and then plunging straight to the
forest floor. The intricately laid stone plaza formed
the roof of the ancient stone dwelling. Emerging from
the cliff face and dramatically extending like a huge
arrow point one hundred feet straight out in front of
the cliff, the aerie seemed to levitate in space.
Arranged around the terrace with formal perfection,
large terra cotta basins anchored windswept trees that
provided no shade but a natural counterpoint to the
formal geometry of the mossy and pitted stone. Beneath
the terrace roof hung a second platform which provided
Riverwild's living quarters, open to the wind and sky
on the sides but sheltered from the elements by the
floor above. She had lived here as long as she could
remember. There was no "before," only this place,
where she had always been. While she appeared to be
twenty years old, time had little meaning to her
outside the routine of the day.
She stepped out of the stream and moved to the warmest
part of the terrace and lay down on the smooth stone.
Stretching elegantly in the sun, as though to create
as much surface area as possible for her darkly tanned
skin to absorb heat, her mind settled. Lean muscles
toned from life on the unforgiving rock rippled under
smooth skin.
The call of the eagle first alerted her to the man's
arrival. From the big raptor's particular cry she could
tell that he was still far off, but her body still
responded viscerally to his impending presence. Her
heart quickened, her nipples hardened, and her groin
flushed. She rose and sprang fluidly atop the low wide
wall at the edge of the terrace promontory and scanned
the shore below. It was he, moving rapidly down the beach
with his usual powerful grace. The eagle cried again and
the man stopped and looked up. Riverwild was not sure if
he saw her until he began moving again. He was running,
headed towards the path up the cliff. She knew what that
meant. The corner of her lip turned up in the beginning
of a smile as she considered what the day would bring.
She must prepare the Tane.
The Tane, a room carved deep into the stone cliff untold
millennia ago, was the oldest part of the mountain structure.
It was accessed from the floor below by a long tunnel of
stairs. She descended down the steps to the living area
and snatched her white wrap, rendered soft and thin from
untold washings under stone and sun Wood and wicker
furniture creaked and a distant wind chime sang as a
breeze flowed through the aerie. She padded across the
soft colorful carpets strewn about the floor to the
weathered wooden door in the center of the cliff wall
and opened it. The warm moist air from the Tane wafted
past her and she entered.
The Tane's original purpose was unknown, but Riverwild
had no sense of it as anything other than what it was
to her. A large room by any standard, it had a high,
intricately vaulted and detailed ceiling reminiscent
of a cathedral. It was barely lit by a shaft cored from
the center of the ceiling up to the summit and paned
with dark amber crystal, giving the room a subdued
reddish glow. The walls, bearing the marks of the chisels
that wrought them, were empty except for a single long
shelf that held an assortment of old bottles with
colored liquids and odd metal rings and implements.
In the center of the room stood a large table formed
from a massive slab of stone supported at the corners
by fluted columns. Centered under the table was a large
shallow bowl of oil pierced by a broad thick cloth wick.
The table's surface was slightly convex, rounded at the
edges, and worn smooth and black as ebony by years of
use. At each corner lay a darkly patinated chain. Sitting
coiled on the center of the slab lay a foot long length
of darkly oiled thin leather thong. Riverwild lit the
wick under the table and headed back up the tunnel.
---
He heard the eagle cry a second time and knew that he
had been spotted. He stopped and looked up, first at
the huge birds carving graceful circles in the sky and
then at the aerie. From the beach it looked otherworldly,
a beautiful stone masterpiece of unknown origin that
jutted out from the cliff face with almost surreal
delicacy. He still marveled at the engineering, at the
beauty of the stone buttresses that seemed impossibly
thin to support the heavy platforms above them. In the
morning the aerie was particularly stunning, as its
waterfall plunged thousands of feet into the dissipating
mist of the forest between the cliff and the beach.
He saw her. His eyes were not nearly as sharp as hers
but the statuesque form was clearly discernable crouching
at the very edge of the terrace. The sun illuminated her
taut yet voluptuous features that revealed themselves
intermittently through her locks of hair swirling in
the now warm breeze. Turning in from the beach he set
out towards the network of steep paths and rope bridges
that cut back and forth up the cliff face up to the aerie.
He quickened his pace.
---
She moved to the terrace edge and watched intently as he
moved steadily up the final few switchbacks. Even after
climbing several thousand feet his motion was fluid and
unstrained. Long dark hair danced around his huge shoulders
as he swung his arms to lever his ascent.
Several strides later and he was standing on the edge of
the terrace. He had been sweating for most of the climb
and his skin shone like oiled wood in the bright sunlight.
He removed the heavy bow and satchel that he had been
carrying bandolier style and dropped them to the stone.
His chest still heaving from exertion, he regarded her
with an intensity that only his deep brown eyes could
summon. One hand moved slowly to his loincloth and easily
broke the leather cord that bound it around his waist.
Naked and unadorned except for the dark blue patterns
tattooed on his biceps, he was an immense figure and an
imposing study in calm power.
Without a word he crossed the remaining expanse of
terrace in two strides and seized her roughly in his
mountainous arms. She writhed wildly in his grasp, but
knew from experience that her small physique was no match
for his overwhelming strength. She hesitated in her
struggle as his scent washed over her and the ripped
cords of his muscles encircled her lithe frame. Her
determined resistance faltered as her hands, pushing
him off, slid smoothly over his broad expanse of chiseled
hard flesh. Phasing smoothly into animal passion, her
pushing shifted into an urgent, grinding caress of his
figure with her entire body. He sensed the transition
in her physiology and released her to the ground, grabbed
the front of her wrap, and ripped the covering from her
body with one powerful motion.
They stood there now facing one another, legs apart in
athletic stance, taking in deep breaths, drinking in the
physical magnificence of each other and luxuriating in the
gathering hormonal storm. His eyes narrowed as he watched
fresh beads of sweat trace their way around a swollen nipple
and glide down the smooth contour of a full tanned breast.
She considered the size and beauty of his genitalia. Even
slack he was breathtakingly impressive. Now, completely
erect in a powerful arch that curved to the sky and pulsing
in expectation of fulfillment, he was simply huge. Gazing
at her imminent prize she quivered with anticipation and
felt her labia swell and unfold like the wings of a newly
emergent butterfly. Tumid moistness became a stream that
formed a rivulet on the inside of her thigh.
As he surveyed the perfection of her body he noticed the
glistening of her mons and the engorgement of her chest.
She was ready for him and it was time. The tip of his
enormous glans was heavily wet from expectation. He spread
the thick fluid over the remainder of his head as it jumped
and throbbed insistently in his hand.
With blinding speed he grabbed her by the throat with one
hand and cupped her crotch with the other. He lifted her
high and close, brought his hips forward and swung her
down forcibly onto his massive thrumming shaft.
She loved this part. He was mythical in his maleness and
to be taken by him made her feel complete. As his hand
closed around her throat she threw her head back and arched
her back sharply. Staring at the sky, she felt herself
lifted and then falling. He was inside her and the sun
filled the sky and her vision faded as she contracted
convulsively and drew him in as deeply as she could.
Pain and light. Ecstasy and fullness. Sweat and tears.
He pulled her close and they began to move. Sun darkened
skin, salt, and sweat creating a liquid tart smoothness.
The smell of sex and salt swirled around them. She locked
her legs around his broad thighs and pulled him in,
provoking his further arousal. His already hard and
rigid member spasmed violently and hardened further.
It seemed to hunt her very center. She brought her arms
around his neck and pushed her swollen breasts hard
against his immense chest to ease their fire.
Now was not the time for languorous fucking. That
would come later in the Tane. She urged him on, hoarsely
whispering a challenge into his ear between heaving breaths.
He responded, quickening his pace and length, driving
rapidly and savagely into her. He brought her feet up to
his shoulders to get as deep as possible and unleashed a
furious and unrelenting train of thrusts. His stamina
was legend, but she knew him well and began to modulate
her well-trained body and bring him. His eyes closed as
he felt her work him deep within her, her massage matching
his thrusts with equal aggression.
At this point their carnality was in full raging bloom.
She felt like a small delicate boat riding a hard
unrelenting sea. His huge frame was now a seething
ocean swell of glistening muscles and ropelike veins,
undulating under and around her with primal intensity.
Looking down through a haze of lust and sweat, she
whimpered gratefully at the sight of his chiseled sex
violently incising her own.
He was cresting now, his lightning thrusts coming in
erratic couplets. She felt his body tautening further
and her own beginning to shimmer and instinctively
adjusted her motion to deliver the finishing move.
He gasped at the perfection of her maneuver, bucked
violently, let out a tremendous roar and drove into
her with a final explosive stroke. She climaxed
uncontrollably as she felt the massive thickness of
him expand deep inside. A blanket of warm wet pulsing
fullness enveloped her as unceasing waves of his semen
laved her core. Her nails sunk deep into the top of
his back and her knees flared as she burrowed in to
milk him completely.
Trembling, he sank to his knees and lay back on the
stone so she was now on top of him, the insides of
her feet brushing his ears. She leaned forward to
kiss him and their tongues danced with each other
until, smiling, she bit his savagely until the rusty
taste of his blood dripped along her lower lip.
"I missed you" she whispered. He grinned awkwardly
as he sucked on his tongue to staunch the flow.
Bringing her legs back to sit astride him, she
savored his gradually yielding organ, rocking gently
back and forth as the overflow of his copious semen
pooled with sweat on his groin. She raised herself
up and watched as the seemingly endless length of
his shaft was revealed, glistening, until finally,
it fully emerged and fell to his stomach with a sound
that punctuated its size and mass. She slid down his
loins, tracing her tongue along the crevasses of
muscles, and began the lengthy but not unpleasant
process of cleaning up.
As she lapped up the salty fruit of their labor s
he considered the rest of the day. A bath for the
both of them, some lunch and a luxuriant nap in the
sun, and then into the Tane for the remainder.
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