The Meeting Place

Sitting on the couch, the girl puts on her headphones and starts the recording that will lead her on a journey of self discovery and who knows what other wonderous events.

The recording starts by taking her to her safe place, as it always does, reassuring her that no one can hurt her here, that she is where she belongs, that she is home.

From there it leads to a path in a garden with a three tiered fountain on the right and a grove of oak trees on the left. The leaves on the trees are the warm color of fall, with a carpet of them already on the ground.

She walks off the path and into the grove, the leaves crinkling under her bare feet. In the middle of the grove, is a clearing with a blanket already laid down in the center.

The sky above is clear blue with the sun shining bright and warm. On the blanket, is a picnic basket filled with delicious finger foods and something to drink.

Seeming as if it was put there just for her, she settles herself with her gossamer robes surrounding her and begins to partake of the light feast.

Once she has assuaged her hunger, she lies back on the blanket and doses until she notices a shadow fall across her. Looking up, she sees a man standing there. On any normal day, in any other place, she would have been frightened. Here and now, she is comforted by his presence and knows he does not mean her harm.

He settles himself beside her, lieing on his side and curling himself around her. His touch feels as familiar as her own skin, as if she has known him for the entirety of her life. Even his antlers are normal in her eyes and only make him unique, not strange or weird.

He reaches down, cupping her face and she closes her eyes, leaning into his palm. Then he moves down, over the gossamr that is her gown, trailing his hands lightly ever further down until he reaches the end of her clothing. His hand caresses her legs, now under the gown with her, touching bare skin.

She moves to take off he gown but is settled back down with a look before she has even really begun to move. His hands are continuing up her legs, hovering over her mound before moving up to her stomach, resting there, creating heat where before there was a coolness.

Reaching her breast, his hand lingers, caressing first one nipple and then the other, rolling them between finger and thumb and flicking them with a finger.Moving to kneel over her, he sits her up and pulls the gown off of her, revealing all of her naked beauty to his gaze. He motions for her to lie back down and he drinks in his fill with his eyes of that which he craves most at this moment.

She closes her eyes and is startled by the flick of a tongue on her nipple, before his mouth closes over it and sucks, his tongue continuing its ministrations on her nipple. Knowing how upset she can be about being unbalanced, he moves to the other breast, to give that nipple the same attention he gave the first

He kisses down her stomach to her thighs and then moves back up to her mound, before spreading her legs wide and taking his fill of her nexus, causing her to writhe and buck beneath him, crying out as she reaches the crest of the wave and then falls over the edge, her soul shattering into a million pieces before coming back together in one cosmic explosion after another.

When he feels she is ready for him, he finishes lapping up her musky essence and moves to kneel between her legs, positioning himself and thrusting into her, causing her to cry out yet again as he fills her so completely that she can feel every throb of his cock.

Writhing under him, she can't seem to stay still. She must have movement. Her motions spurs him on and he thrusts harder, faster, deeper, until he loses his rhythm as he gets closer to his own pinnacle.As he topples over the edge, the sound of his orgasm is exquisite to her ears and causes her to come with him.

Time passes and eventually he knows he has to let her go until the next time they can meet in this spot, their very own, that no other can touch. He reaches down and kisses her softly, and she can feel the soft fur of his face brushing hers, comforting her.

Slowly she makes her way back to her safe place and the back to consciousness. She wonders at what happened, but does not question it, only knows that it was meant to be, as every other time was. As the next time will be when it happens.