Elemental: Part 2

My mouth utters words from memory, rehearsed a hundred times or more:

“Kaeln Orsenna, Mit ferce entalmon Fai” She stares at me with that same inhuman curiosity, had she understood? What if the incantation was flawed? My heart pounds with fear and excitement, so loud she must be able to hear.

I lay back then on the altar, finally taking my eyes from hers and staring up at the clear night sky. I position myself on my back, in the center of the stone tablet and lay my arms at my side. So hard not to look at her; taking all of my willpower to remain still.

I feel her eyes on me…

Another breeze comes out of nowhere to lick my skin with cold persistence as she begins to move closer once again, lured by this offering of flesh and spirit that must have reminded her of eons past, or did she remember anything at all?

I know how important it was that I lay still at this point; hearing movement to my left and then behind…struggling to catch a glimpse of where she was without moving my head. She circles me slowly…occasionally I hear a sound from below as her bare feet scatter a pebble somewhere in the ring of stone…

She is inspecting me.

This only increases my anxiety, and before long it reaches an unbearable climax. Silence comes suddenly, bringing that strange feeling where you know that someone, or something is very close…out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of pale white skin as she bends low over me, her head oh so close to mine, I could feel her breath on my neck. She is inhaling sharply, rapidly…sniffing like an animal would.

My breathing grows fast and shallow as I feel her move down past my shoulders, my chest…I feel her nose brush my abdomen lightly, still sniffing…what was she searching for?

I exhale and I grip the sides of the altar unconsciously. I can feel her move down between my loins and my inner thigh… sniffing and prodding with her nose, sending chills up my spine. I feel the blood rush between my legs, I am growing hard now despite my fear. I can feel my cock stretching across my stomach, filling with warmth, reaching for my belly button and pulsing with need. I shiver against her mouth when she exhales, finally burying her face between my legs and taking a long, deep breath of what must be my pheromones…testing me for purity? Compatibility? What was it?

I try to concentrate on something else; opening my eyes and gazing up at the sky, a deep navy with swirls of unfamiliar stars. Strange, wispy clouds barely cover the bloated moon, the way tattered lace clings to smooth pale skin…an eerie night indeed.

I feel her take one final sample of my scent before lifting her head looking up slowly. Still gazing up at the sky, I can see her silhouette out of the corner of my eye. Is she looking at me? For the first time, I can hear her breathing… growing heavy and fevered. I cannot resist any more and I look down into those unnerving silver eyes and…

I was paralyzed there, frozen in her gaze for some unknown reason…I simply had no desire to look away or resist whatsoever. From the foot of the altar, she crawls up like a cat and places her hands and knees on either side of my legs, moving up slowly, still sniffing and exhaling with a husky sigh. I think my legs might be shaking, I can’t tell. She is getting warm now, as if she was dead and had come back to life; I can feel it rolling off of her and over my skin…

She crawls further up my body, agonizingly slow…

I can feel her thighs against my hips, my side, and her hands are on me…her eyes hold me…her delicate lips part in a smile of pure glee, like a child with a new puppy. Her hair sweeps my furry chest as she kisses me gently, yet abruptly as if it were her first time…lips are soft and her mouth so warm, she comes to rest on my chest, straddling me…still kissing me… I gasp when I feel her warm sex press against my abdomen, already moist…

I spread her lips with mine and I find her tongue, eager and warm. She responds hastily, receiving my advances and sucking my lips almost desperately. She pulls away and whispers something in my ear as she crawls up even higher.

I moan a complaint when her steaming hot warmth is pulled from my torso; she walks forward on her knees until I can smell her sex only inches above my face. She hovers there for a moment, arching her back as if she were stretching lazily towards the sky, her hands moving over her body on the way back down, before finally grasping my head on either side.

Time seems to freeze as I gaze upon her dripping pussy, every drop of moisture visible in the moonlight. She is totally hairless…not shaved mind you, but hairless. You can tell by the texture that it had never grown on that velvet skin, anywhere.

She just hovers there above me, so close I am drunk on her smell…I can feel her wetness dripping onto my face, driving me insane with anticipation. Finally she lowered herself down firmly over my mouth and I tasted her for the first time, so sweet I felt I would pass out from pleasure. My tongue was forced deep inside of her then, painfully stretching across my lower teeth as I explored her steamy sex with desperation. She stiffens for a moment and gasps at the sensation, as if she had never felt it before…this fuels my thirst for her and I thrust it in low, near her perfect ass and licking slowly and deeply upward until I find her clit waiting for me, erect beneath its hood.

I pause for a moment, thinking about what it will do to her when I finally touch her there, had she felt this before? I have to find out…. I waste no time and reach out with my tongue, tickling the air right above her moonlit flesh, hoping she could barely detect it…I take my time, I move in closer and finally make contact with her soft pink flesh at just the right spot, lifting her hood with my upper lip and moving my tongue in slow circles just around her throbbing clit.

She cries out loudly for the first time as she loses patience. Forcing her hips down over my mouth, her hands grip the hair above my neck and with shaking fingers she buries my face into her. My tongue presses firmly against her exposed clitoris and settles into a firm steady rhythm…pushing deep into her until she moans, then massaging up, out and against her throbbing flesh…over, and over again. Arching her back again, whimpering at the moon for this newfound pleasure.

Did I see her smile?

She is riding my face now, nearly smothering me with her warmth and her wetness. My hands grip her thighs, and slide past her hips and up and down her spine before gripping her with my hands, massaging my lips with her writhing body.

I hear panting, every now and then I look up at and catch her silhouette in the moonlight, a firm and sensual midriff moving in circles, back arched and thrown back toward the stars. She reaches her hand behind her back and grips my manhood with one tiny hand, as if testing me, measuring my readiness; I cannot help but throb with need in her grasp. She lingers for a moment, holding tight to my cock and leaning back, as if using it for leverage while she grinds my face mercilessly.

Seconds passed maybe, and all at once she pulled her dripping flesh from my mouth and I gasp for breath, trying to swallow her otherworldly juices before it spilled from the corners of my mouth.

All at once I can feel the chilled stone of the slab upon my skin, a sharp contrast from her impossible warmth. The wind is now a steady breeze, throwing sand against the stones and rattling leaves swirling in from the shore and through the garden beyond. I feel her hand slide down my aching shaft and squeezing the base with thumb and forefinger, causing me to throb helplessly in her control. She crawls backward across the Altar towards my feet and she pauses. I look down at my visitor just in time to see her hovering above my erect penis: she spreads her soft lips with two fingers and begins to descend at a painfully slow pace, inching lower with each second toward my waiting cock.

It stood thick and long in her hands, and so great is my excitement that it is pulsing with a deep crimson, larger than I had ever seen it before. It looked almost as if it belonged on another man. Her fingers began moving slowly up the shaft as if to meet her descending wetness, pushing the waiting fluid out up and out the very tip of me, appearing like a tiny jewel in the moonlight… right before I felt it enter her.

The sensation is indescribable. Her delicate flesh is nearly hot to the touch as it engulfs me, gripping the shaft so tightly I can scarcely contain a moan of pleasure. It fits me so perfectly, could it be real? She leans forward a bit and rests her rock-hard nipples on my chest. After a seconds’ pause she Grips my shoulders with both hands and begins rocking back and forth, persistently, yet with great patience. I can feel her shaven mound pressed firmly against the base of my cock, massaging her with my body in a way that seemed to please her greatly. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, as if she were panting with desire.

I cannot say for how long she rode me like this, hips occasionally moving in little circles which made me moan every time. Every now and then I would look down to see our slender bodies pressed together, and before long I could see her juices glistening in the moonlight, practically pouring down my manhood and over my hips, then my thighs, eventually trickling down to the stone altar beneath.

It seems to last forever, and yet far too soon I feel her grip tighten inside of her…fingernails digging into my triceps and all at once opening her eyes wide, staring into mine with an expression of shock. She gasps for breath and I feel her rhythm stop for a moment, shaking in place as she gushes over me. It is as if she was unable to move in the first surge of pleasure, teetering on the crest of a wave that threatens to tumble any second.

Seeing what was happening, I quickly grasp her hips firmly in my hands and plunge deeper yet as she trembled around me. I am then moving her body for her, back and forth in a slow persistent motion that carries her plummeting into an unearthly orgasm. She cries out with a voice unlike any I have heard: filled with incredible release and unbearable joy that could not have come from anyone, or anything born of this realm. It feels like she had lived a thousand years of desire, and only now could she drink her fill.

She pulls and quivers on my throbbing cock, gazing into my eyes with each wave before dragging me over the edge with her. I can simply hold it no longer.

I cry out once and grip her body tighter, my hips thrusting upward against my will; forcing myself deeper inside of her until I was buried to the hilt…it is then that I explode inside of her, matching the surges of her pleasure with my own. With each contraction of her dripping sex she pulls more come from me than I ever thought possible. Barrage after barrage of bliss assails my senses, threatening to pull me under. It is all I could do to cling to her for dear life as we ride out the last aftershocks of our sanguine finale, we finally collapse around each other, panting and whimpering with exhaustion that seems to take hold of me.

Gazing up at the stars for several minutes as we recover, nearly blinded by the white moonlight that illuminates her body and the sea beyond. It was all so peaceful now; I can feel her breathing on my chest…so still, is she sleeping? Perhaps we could just, no…there is so much I need to…

Darkness…the song of the coastline at night.

The night is cold…why is it so bloody cold? Where is…

My eyes snap open and I panic, but I know she is gone. Without any questions answered, without a chance to examine her…to get to know who or what she is.

“You are such a fool” I accuse myself. “You idiotic, irresponsible old fool”. I sit up and frantically search the stone circle…I am on my feet and following the black path to the sea, but she is no-where to be found. I can see her footprints, stretching out across the beach and into the water; which is smooth as glass now with barely a ripple. The moon is nearly set. I feel groggy, like I have been drunk or intoxicated somehow.

I gather my robe around me once again and start up the path, back to my bed and loneliness. As I climb the slope to the garden above I ponder the images still swimming in my head. What had happened? None of the texts had mentioned anything like what I just witnessed, if I indeed witnessed anything at all.

Either way, no one will believe a word I say now, not without some form of proof. But that matters not. I have found what they say does not exist…and perhaps it is just as well that it remains a secret?

My little secret.

I find the doors to the great room open, just as I left them…

At least I know it was not all a dream. I walk into the bedroom and toss my robe on the old wicker chair in the corner and move over to the washbasin. I grip the rim with both hands and sigh with exhaustion…so tired. I splash my face and let the cool water run down my neck and chest, little droplets falling back into the basin and causing little ripples that distort my reflection.

I gaze down on the water as the image clears and my heart stops beating…

A cold sweat forms on my brow and a wave of panic overtakes me. It becomes instantly that the face staring up at me from the little marble bowl, is not my own. Or rather; it has not been mine for many years…

Somewhere through the disbelief it all becomes clear…the manuscripts, the texts, the metaphors.

“He shall freely sacrifice your greatest treasure to the moon, so that it might serve her in life and death. To only the righteous in return, may she grant what is most prized by all. Beware, the seed you sew shall belong to the night, and you shall never know the fruits that might grow.”

It appears that even the fountain of youth does not come without a price. A life for a life. Your child in exchange for youth.

The horror of reality bubbles up inside of me:

What stirs in the belly of the elemental? What apparition will be born of our passion? Only the night will know. It is this thought that echoes in my head just before the shock pulls the curtain over my eyes, sending me to the floor, and to unconsciousness.