Thread: Strange magic & Dark Dreams (Arctic Fox & Mike the Bloodwolf)

RE Strange magic Dark Dreams Arctic Fox Mike the Bloodwolf Naya swooned as they danced, her heart and mind spinning. She had not noticed in her dream that her clothing now was a mere shimmer of crystals, hiding extremely little of her. Indeed it seemed to shimmer on her skin like dew drops in the morning sun. Ilasums arms about her, she could feel the strength beneath his clothing. Surrounding her she felt she would be unable to escape should she choose. But his eyes as she stared into them, dark and brilliant like a sapphire night sky, who would want to escape. As he crushed her to his torso as they kissed she felt the muscles of his broad chest. Even more since he had almost lost his silken shirt. Opened and loose on his muscular frame it left his chest exposed to her sight. She had caught only a glimpse as she was pressed to him her head lifted as he had pressed his lips to hers. The roughness of his fresh beard tickling her cheeks. Still dancing up the staircase, easily and gracefully not tripping or stumbling awkwardly. She nearly fell away in a faint when his strong arms brought her back to him. She heard him again call her 'Queen', and in his arms she felt as such. Her breath nearly gone, taken by him, and she willingly gave it to him. At the top of the stairs she felt his hand on her pillowy cheek as he kissed her hand again, Kisses that continued up her bare arm, up to her shoulder. She turned to him and his kisses. Pressed so close her free hand tentatively and gently touched his torso, soft as if she had never touched another before. Under the loose area of his shirt it gracefully slid, feeling every nuance of his rough skin. Rough yet it felt like silk as well. Her arm he had kissed moved up his back to rest upon his shoulder blade. So close she could feel the heat from him. This heat pleased her greatly. She knew she could hear music, but she could only feel the sound of their bodies together in the brazier lit hall, of deep breaths and two hearts beating. It seemed to take an eternity for her to gather strength to break the kiss This way, Noble one. I wish to share with you my heart She pulled him towards a large pair of carved faceted crystal doors. So delicately cut and faceted that one could not see beyond them. The doors opened. Before them was green and colors, it was as the lands should be. Blue sky of day with a high warm sun. Turning about the castle and night had but melted away. Verdant green grass and trees, flowers of every hue and variety. Birds, and small animals scampered about. Large deer including one that looked very much like her winter elk and even more ferocious animals roamed about. There amid a sunlit glade was a pool of purest water large enough for 2. Strangely soft pillows were strewn about. Turning back to her she was naked, her long silver hair blowing in a slight breeze, a rare white and pale lavender night cirrus behind an ear. Her full bosom exposed with out fear or shame. In fact her nipples were proud and erect. Suddenly a cloud passed across the sky dimming the brightness a bit, perhaps a touch of doubt. She blushed, her cheeks slightly pinkish as she stood there looking up at him a moment. He was with her there, now only clad in a white sheet. Draped across one shoulder and barely covering his manhood. His muscular body and ruggedness making her want him even more. If dreams had a scent, he could smell her wantonness now. In the waking world he could, and it had changed slightly. Her waking body was relaxed as she seemed to slither slightly. Her nipples erect, almost aching for attention, as was the rest of her. Eyes accustomed to seeing heat could see parts of her were warmer than others. Strangely the scent of a night blooming cirrus lingered on the air along with her own scent.