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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 

now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes 

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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