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*DISCLAIMER*
The following post is NOT intended for children or those opposed to, well, sex. I'm "feeling my oats" and decided to explore a bit of that through fiction. That said, if you aren't interested in reading something graphic, skip this post.


“What are you looking at?” Brant sat on the tree branch looking out over the forest. The setting sun and the newly formed leaves of the limbs below bathed everything in a magnificent wash of green and orange. He lazily hung one leg from his perch, rocking it slightly as he turned to look at Tali from the corner of his eye. She’d come around the trunk of the tree and was now leaning against it, her feet crossed at the ankles, her arms crossed staring out at the sunset.
“Hey there,” he said greeting her, his voice melancholic, as if just waking from a trance. “Just out seeing the sunset. It has been a while since I’ve had the inclination.” There was silence between them for a minute or so, Tali quietly scanning the dusking sky and Brant letting his mind wander again.
“Hey,” Tali said finally breaking the silence, she reached out and touched his calf, “are you alright?”
“Yeah,” he responded slowly, unconsciously leaning toward her. A small current ran through her into him, as it always did with these two. Fire spread from her fingers to his leg and to his abdomen. From there it spread though his whole body in waves, pulsing in him. He closed his eyes and felt her energy. It had been a long time, he thought to himself, since he’d felt this.
Reluctant to break contact, he shifted sideways on the branch and lowered himself to hang from his knees. He reached for her hand and pulled her in, his arms going around her back, resting his head against her belly. She smiled and pressed her own head against his chest, listening to the deepening rhythm of his heart, feeling the beat through his shirt. She felt him breath deeply.
Brant gently rubbed Tali’s lower back as he nuzzled the soft, gray fabric of her dress. His fingers started to work the fabric apart where it tied in the back. He worked through the knot that held the dress together and found her skin beneath. Loosing the knot, he pulled the dress from her shoulders, exposing her pale torso to the burning sky. His heart pounded in her ear as he took her in through his hands, moving the length of her, mapping her body. He rolled the dress over her hips and it fell at her feet. He breathed deep again, taking in the scent of lavender from her skin.
“Come down,” she said, her voice low and heavy as she took a step back. She leaned against the trunk again, presenting her lean, skyclad form to him. Her shoulders pressed the rough bark, arching her back. He lithely dropped to the ground, landing on his feet and hands and crouched there a moment, ferally, watching her hungrily as her hands moved through her hair to pull it back from her face.
Brant stood slowly and pulled his shirt over his head. His breath came more rapid as he moved toward her. Gently he touched her cheek as he bent to kiss her, his lips finding hers, they breathed with each other. They pressed against each other, their kisses became stronger. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, rolling over his. His arms went around her again as he pulled her against him, her breasts were hot against him.
Tali sought the buckle of his belt and feverishly tugged to remove it. She pushed his pants over his hips and reached for his exposed member. Gently she palmed the length of his penis, her fingers gliding over him. He sighed deeply into her mouth and pulled his lips from hers, pushing his hips forward. She kissed his neck, her mouth wide to taste his skin. Her hands moved up over his lean abdomen and caressed his chest.
His own hands moved to her inner thighs and softly guided them apart. He stepped forward, standing between them as he firmly grabbed her buttocks. He pressed the end of his shaft against her, feeling her eagerness to have him inside. He slowly guided his penis to her opening, and thrust gently, straightening his knees. She gasped, wincing slightly and then relaxed. The shock of him filling her passed as she took him. She lifted her leg, her thigh against his hip as he moved inside her. His slow rhythm, her heavy breath and the blood that pulsed in their ears created a primal beat, and the two seemed to dance. The sky’s orange deepened as they moved with each other, bathing them in fire.
Soon the rhythm became more frantic, Brant breathing heavier but more shallow. Tali exhaled with him as he thrust into her. Sweat pooled between them where their bellies touched. Finally, pushing deep into her, he cried out, his seed erupting into her. She clung to him, moaning as he shuttered in the last throws of orgasm, her fingers biting his flesh, her own ecstatic whimper counterbalancing his moans.
She opened her eyes, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and she sighed again, hugging him fiercely. She looked up at the sky, seeing the first stars appearing overhead. He kissed her neck, caressed her breasts and leaned his head against her. Slowly he sank to the ground and lay on his back looking up at her, smiling weakly. The two said nothing to each other as she lowered beside him, laying her head on him and twining her legs with his.
As the time passed, the sky darkened and the moon moved slowly up over the trees, the two lay there in silence. Brant’s arm fell asleep, but he didn’t stir. He only smiled and gently smoothed her hair. And Tali closed her eyes and took in his sweet scent.

posted by September @ 10:16 AM