Archive-name: Places/meadow.mf
Archive-author: Lothie
Archive-title: Meadow Fantasy - Expanded Version


It's a beautiful sunny afternoon. My lover has suggested that we
leave our castle and go walking on the grounds for a while; even
castles get stuffy sometimes. I smile and take his arm. "What a
lovely idea!"

Outside the sun has bathed our meadow in a golden glow. The thyme
is in full bloom, along with a little mountain heather which my
lover has persuaded to grow for me. There are also wild daisies
and other meadow flowers poking up through the tall grass. As
always, the sight transfixes me. My meadow, with its long green
grass, is like another world for me, a safe haven from the daily
cares of running a castle. In the midst of the verdure, we come to
a stop, and my lover gently slides his arms around me and draws me
to him.

"You're so beautiful, with the sunlight on your hair," he murmurs,
and he kisses my face lovingly. As always, his touch makes my knees
melt. I lift my face to his kisses and our lips and tongues meet,
deepening our embrace. His tongue twines around mine and he sucks
at my lips. Our mouths are wrestling gently, pulling, teasing,
probing each other. His tongue fills my mouth with delight, and I
slide to my knees in the tall grass, moaning softly. He follows me,
his fingers already deftly undoing the laces of my velvet bodice.
I smile at his eagerness.

"Mmmmmmm, love," I whisper into his ear. Since my mouth is there,
I gently lick and bite his ear and blow gently into it. I know what
will drive him mad with desire and I inhale, as if sucking his ear.
Then I thrust my breasts forward, eager for the touch of his hot
tongue, and he does not disappoint me. 

He thrusts his face between my breasts, kissing them, still tearing
at the laces of my gown. At last my breasts are free, their creamy
globes released into his waiting hands. Gently, trembling, he
kisses my nipples, sucking them, making them hard. He bites into
my milky flesh, and I moan with delight. I want his mark on me, his
brand showing everyone that I am his. He bites and sucks at my
skin, drawing my flesh into his mouth with his lips and teeth. It
hurts, and I gasp, wriggling under his hands.

He becomes both more gentle and more violent; there is an intense
light in his eyes. He covers me with many little bites, laughing
as I cry out and try to move away. I try to push at him, and he
grabs me by the hair and pulls my head backwards. His teeth are
against my white throat, and I tremble, knowing that I am powerless
to stop him. I know my eyes are bright with excitement.

"You're MINE," he says, and his voice is hoarse with desire. He
kisses my neck, my face, my eyes, my lips. He lets me go and I fall
backward into the grass, pulling him down with me to kiss him. I
want him to take me now, to make me his in every way, but even
though he wants me too, I can see in his eyes that he intends to
make me wait. He smiles, ignoring my mute pleas, resting his weight
very lightly against me. He captures a breast in his hand and plays
with it, his fingers moving very slowly over my nipple. At the same
time, he parts my thighs with one knee and rubs it back and forth
against me through my heavy skirts. Already aroused, I am nearly
mad with desire for him, but he is taking his time, cupping my
breast, running his hand down my body, stroking my face. He kisses
me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pouring my soul into his
through his mouth. His lips still locked to mine, he pulls up my
skirt. I catch his hips between my knees and pull his body down to
mine, and we roll a little in the grass, rubbing against each other
hungrily.

He pulls a little away from me to undo the laces of his codpiece,
which he does not need to pad, and I reach forward to help him. His
cock springs free, and I take it in my hand. It is so hard, so
beautiful, so perfect, and I have to put it in my mouth. I lay my
head against his knee and begin to suck and lick his shaft, pausing
every once in a while to kiss and lick his balls. He is enjoying
the attention, becoming even harder under my ministrations. 

First I take his head into my mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking
gently. I love the taste of him, sweet and at the same time faintly
salty. I move my tongue over his head in quick little butterfly
movements, then fasten my lips around it and suck as hard as I can,
almost as if to pull it off. He moans quietly, stroking my hair,
his fingers begging me mutely to continue. I engulf his head and
then his shaft with my mouth, my tongue continuing to move strongly
up and down his length in counterrhythm to my sucking. His
breathing deepens, and I feel him begin to thrust against my
throat; I cup his balls, pressing behind them with my finger, and
hear him gasp.

I know what he wants, and I increase the speed and tension of my
sucking, falling into a hard and fast rhythm. Every once in a while
I break the rhythm to bring my mouth back a little and tongue his
head, and then I suck on it fiercely before once again swallowing
his full length. I can feel my thighs becoming damp with my own
liquid excitement, even though he is not touching me except for his
fingers entwined in my hair.

His release is sudden, sending a spurt of hot semen against the
back of my throat as he calls my name out loud. Greedily I swallow
every drop and lick my way back up the shaft, tonguing the last of
it from his head, tasting him from the tip of my tongue all the way
down to the deepest part of my throat.

I look up at his face and see his satisfied smile, the look of
tenderness in his eyes. I stretch myself out along the length of
his body and we embrace, caressing each other with our fingers and
our tongues, content to lie awhile in the sunshine in our meadow.

                              *

At the same time, my lover and I wake up. The sun is a little lower
in the sky, but the grass is still warm. I stretch a little,
arching my back and thrusting my breasts out.

My lover smiles, reaches out and cups my breast. Kneeling over me,
he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks. I gasp and then put a
hand behind his head to hold him there, slipping the other arm
around his waist and pressing him to me. I feel his penis stiffen
against my thigh, and I throw my head back, reveling in his desire
for me and mine for him. He laughs at me and goes back to sucking
my nipples, his mouth alternately gentle and rough.

His mouth trails down my body, and his hands pull aside the
material of my dress. He pauses at my navel and fills the round
bowl with kisses, swirling his tongue around it and in it. I moan
and move my hips, begging him to kiss between my thighs, but again
he makes me wait, the merciless man.

He kneels back and picks up my foot. Smiling, he begins to suck and
lick my toes and the ball of first one foot, then the other. I
scream at him, pounding my fists in the grass, for all the good
that does. He kisses and licks my feet slowly, and then begins to
move, still slowly, up between my legs. By the time he reaches my
knees I am utterly lost, no longer sure that I can remain
conscious. His tongue on my inner thigh inspires me to try.

His mouth at long last reaches my sex, and I cry out in relief as
he kisses me there over and over again. His tongue finds my
clitoris and plays with it, while he inserts first one finger, then
two, into my wet sheath. My hands grasp him by the hair, holding
him to me, pressing him into me, using him for my pleasure. He
gasps once or twice for breath but otherwise bravely endures the
onslaught of my thighs and my sex. I close my eyes and scream......

Coming back to earth, I find him looking up at me and smiling. His
face is wet, and I pull him up to lie over me, kissing him over and
over, licking my own juices off of his face. We taste me together
and agree wordlessly that it is good.

He spreads my thighs again, and I feel his penis pressing against
me. Still kissing him, I lift my hips a little, and he slides into
me. Immediately, my muscles tighten around him, and he begins to
move in and out of me while I move with him, tightening and
relaxing over and over.

It's slow at first, as we simply enjoy the closeness of making love
before giving in to the urgent need for orgasm. His hands and mouth
on my body are gentle yet insistent, his eyes full of love.
Impulsively, I wrap my arms around him and pull him close to me,
feeling his skin against mine, his breath in my hair. His hot mouth
tastes mine again and again, and I forget where I am and who I am,
knowing only that he is with me, thrusting into me and covering me
with kisses.

Everything around me is tinted with a pink haze, and I feel as if
I'm floating. I hook my legs around him and pull him deeper into
me, bucking against him fiercely, crying out over and over again.
His response is to strengthen the speed and intensity of his
thrusts, pushing harder and deeper inside my body. I arch my back,
pushing up against him with my hips, and thrusting out my breasts;
he seizes a nipple in his mouth, and the resulting feelings push
me over the edge of ecstasy. As my vagina tightens convulsively
around his penis again and again, my hips bucking against his, he
too loses control. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over us as
he pumps his seed deep inside my body.

Panting and gasping, I cling to him. He collapses for a moment, his
head between my breasts, but then he raises himself up and gives
me that smug smile that he can't refrain from every time we make
love. He kisses me again, a long, deep, kiss, telling me wordlessly
how much he loves me, and I respond with everything in me. We lie
side by side for a while, cuddling each other, touching, kissing,
and talking softly, until the air becomes cool and I start to
shiver. Then, smiling at each other, we rearrange our clothing and
rise. We walk hand in hand through the lengthening shadows back to
our castle, silent, each remembering the delight we shared in the
meadow.    

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