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evening, challenging any imaginary forces to make their way forward, but knowing that, by his will, there would be no points of divergence.
The minutes grew into hours, and still, I was uncertain as to the amount of energy I had left. I began to grow tired and nearly slumped to the ground. My violin fell out of my hand, and when it struck the ground, it took root and became a tree. I watched, stunned, as the strings snapped and reassumed their shape as vines ascending a thick stalk. The tree grew and swelled in size until it became clear to me that the path we had been walking was circular in fashion, and the central point of this tree was swelling to overarch the scale of whatever groves might have been present after the tree reached its full capacity.
Before I could be conscious of what was taking place, I found myself on my companion’s back, holding on to those wonderfully broad shoulders with each hand, while he leapt, swung, and skidded down the side of the tree which had presented itself as our primary obstacle. Faeries of red and purple lights highlighted the hair around my face and whispered sweet promises of safety and retune as I drifted off to sleep. I began to lose grip, but the faeries bound my wrists and legs to the faun’s body, and the two of us continued our graceful controlled fall down the side of the tree.
“You have much to do in your life still, and this will serve as a return point for you, should you ever want to visit,” the creature promised.
“I just have one thing to ask of you,” he continued. “Imagine what life would be like as a mother, and then ask yourself if a vampire changeling is something that you can be responsible for.“
The wind soared past my hair, and his words brought me back to consciousness. I could feel a warmth between my legs which betrayed my hesitation, and I realized that my body was ready for the challenge, whether my mind was invested or not.
“That is an aspect of your nature,” the creature responded. “In order for this to work, you need to be one hundred percent invested. It can’t happen any other way.”
I thought for a moment about what my answer would be, and then decided, as the very words came out from between my lips,
“Yes.” I stroked his hair while watching it wave behind him during our blinding descent. “Yes, I am ready for that.“
The Night Hunter turned around at that point and held me in his arms. Our next point of impact was a massive jump that propelled us away from the body of the tree. While in midair, I felt him enter me; my vagina parting easily for his penis. Like the tree, he did not fuck me but instead held me close to his body. I felt a fire ascend from my anus, up toward the crown of my head, and I perceived that fire to be intimately bound with my lover. A halo appeared over both of our heads, and a tear fell down from my face. I pressed my cheek against his naked breast and took a deep breath, seeking out for the sound of his heartbeat.
The ejaculation was the strangest thing because it was in a slow and continuous outpour as opposed to contractive sprays of fertility. Rivulets of sperm fell away from our union, and my vagina absolutely sang with pleasure as each bead of semen pressed itself between the creature's firm cock and the smooth muscles of my pussy. I drew him into me, letting my uterus drink deeply of his seed, and I opened my mouth to kiss him. I received at first, nothing but the night air, but soon afterward, I found my mouth had met the mouth of my partner, and the warmth and fullness of our scents melded together on my palate.
Whether or not the initial fluid had actually been his sperm, I will never be certain, but when his penis actually started its contractions, I felt positively injected with virile seminal fluid. My vagina responded in kind with long pulls toward commitment and mutual union. I bit my lip, and my fingernails dipped into the same shoulders that had supported me during our fall. I
The minutes grew into hours, and still, I was uncertain as to the amount of energy I had left. I began to grow tired and nearly slumped to the ground. My violin fell out of my hand, and when it struck the ground, it took root and became a tree. I watched, stunned, as the strings snapped and reassumed their shape as vines ascending a thick stalk. The tree grew and swelled in size until it became clear to me that the path we had been walking was circular in fashion, and the central point of this tree was swelling to overarch the scale of whatever groves might have been present after the tree reached its full capacity.
Before I could be conscious of what was taking place, I found myself on my companion’s back, holding on to those wonderfully broad shoulders with each hand, while he leapt, swung, and skidded down the side of the tree which had presented itself as our primary obstacle. Faeries of red and purple lights highlighted the hair around my face and whispered sweet promises of safety and retune as I drifted off to sleep. I began to lose grip, but the faeries bound my wrists and legs to the faun’s body, and the two of us continued our graceful controlled fall down the side of the tree.
“You have much to do in your life still, and this will serve as a return point for you, should you ever want to visit,” the creature promised.
“I just have one thing to ask of you,” he continued. “Imagine what life would be like as a mother, and then ask yourself if a vampire changeling is something that you can be responsible for.“
The wind soared past my hair, and his words brought me back to consciousness. I could feel a warmth between my legs which betrayed my hesitation, and I realized that my body was ready for the challenge, whether my mind was invested or not.
“That is an aspect of your nature,” the creature responded. “In order for this to work, you need to be one hundred percent invested. It can’t happen any other way.”
I thought for a moment about what my answer would be, and then decided, as the very words came out from between my lips,
“Yes.” I stroked his hair while watching it wave behind him during our blinding descent. “Yes, I am ready for that.“
The Night Hunter turned around at that point and held me in his arms. Our next point of impact was a massive jump that propelled us away from the body of the tree. While in midair, I felt him enter me; my vagina parting easily for his penis. Like the tree, he did not fuck me but instead held me close to his body. I felt a fire ascend from my anus, up toward the crown of my head, and I perceived that fire to be intimately bound with my lover. A halo appeared over both of our heads, and a tear fell down from my face. I pressed my cheek against his naked breast and took a deep breath, seeking out for the sound of his heartbeat.
The ejaculation was the strangest thing because it was in a slow and continuous outpour as opposed to contractive sprays of fertility. Rivulets of sperm fell away from our union, and my vagina absolutely sang with pleasure as each bead of semen pressed itself between the creature's firm cock and the smooth muscles of my pussy. I drew him into me, letting my uterus drink deeply of his seed, and I opened my mouth to kiss him. I received at first, nothing but the night air, but soon afterward, I found my mouth had met the mouth of my partner, and the warmth and fullness of our scents melded together on my palate.
Whether or not the initial fluid had actually been his sperm, I will never be certain, but when his penis actually started its contractions, I felt positively injected with virile seminal fluid. My vagina responded in kind with long pulls toward commitment and mutual union. I bit my lip, and my fingernails dipped into the same shoulders that had supported me during our fall. I
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