Perils of Truth
#3 of Perils
Wow, expected this to take a couple of days to complete, but i sat down at 3, and it's 7 right now! Comments are greatly appreciated, as this is only my 3rd story ever on Yiffstar, and i'm always looking for ways to improve.
Ben woke before the sun was up. Rain still gently fell against the windows, running down in crystal rivulets to pool at the bottom in tranquil flows. He closed his eyes, just listening to the sound of the rain, when he heard a soft sound of someone breathing. Opening his eyes again, he saw that he was still cuddled up close to Rose, her back against his chest. He could not only hear her breathing, but feel her as well, her little body rising and falling almost in rhythm with his as they lay there. Her warmth flowed into him, and his into her, heartbeats nearly in sync with each other.
They were naked, although with the warm air around them, they hardly needed any blankets to keep them warm. Staring up into the soft gray light, Ben started to remember what happened the night before. He blinked, and looked down to see his now flaccid willy gently resting against rose, feelingly oddly warm.
He frowned, still not quite sure as he slowly leaned over Rose. His eyes widened as he saw her slit, the very opening that he had touched the night before, no, he had put his...his...
Surprisingly, it didn't shock him. In fact, he was almost waiting for the shock, that pang of realization of what happened. But it never came. In fact, it just made him feel warm, like there wasn't anything in the world that could bother him. He laid back down, taking a deep breath of Rose's scent, feeling her soft fur against his chest.
A sudden light caught his attention, and he looked up to see a shaft of golden sunlight shoot through the windows and upon the rafters. Somehow, the clouds had parted just enough for the sunrise. What was more, was the fact that it was shining through the rain. The shaft of light danced and sparkled, shards of greens and deep blues flying out from the sea of gold light.
"Rose," he whispered, gently nudging her. "Rose."
She gave a soft moan, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Rose, the sunrise," he said, pointing up to the golden symphony of light.
"I thought it was raining," she said quietly, looking up to the shaft of sun before pushing herself up on her arms to peek out the window.
"You can just see the sun," she noted as Ben got to he knees to look. It was still raining, yes, but far off in the distance, a small part in the clouds had allowed the first rays of sunlight to dance though the rain. For a few more seconds, the light danced in the rain, before a definitive cloud blocked the light and just like that, the light was gone. Only the soft gray light remained, and would remain throughout the day. The two of them stared at where the sun once was for a few more seconds before Rose abruptly got up and started walking back along the path between the books.
"Where are you going?" Ben wondered, getting up and following her.
"Well I can't just abandon my morning run," she reasoned, looking back at him.
"But you're not even dressed!" he noted, glancing over her beautiful form.
"Neither are you," she returned. Ben almost made the involuntary move to cover himself up, to hide himself, but instead, he didn't do anything. Just as Rose didn't do anything, neither did he.
"Good point," he said, smiling, before walking off after her.
The two of them quietly made their way down from the attic in the wee hours of the morning, when nobody in their right mind would be up. Stealing through the house, they quickly made their way to the back door, leading into the woods. The house was very isolated, with the only other house for miles around being Rose's.
The rain had let up a bit, falling as a soft mist that swirled around the forest like the swirls and flows of the ocean. Still, the two of them paused at the door, wondering whether it was a good idea or not.
"Have you ever run...well, like this?" Ben started, trying to get the words out.
Rose shook her head.
"Never," she said. "Have you?"
"I ran without my shirt once," he admitted. "But that was only because it was really hot out."
"Yeah," she said, captivated by the swirling mist. With a small shiver, she felt some of the mist dew up upon her fur, small droplets at the end of the hairs. They stood for a second longer, before Ben suddenly took off into the drizzle. A split second later, Rose followed, no longer caring about anything but catching up to the figure running through the trees.
Every now and then, a soft curl of wind swung through the forest, clearing away some of the gentle mist before another swell covered the once bare spot. The two of them ran side by side, breathing almost as one, the wet forest floor proving no trouble for them. Up, over the hills and down the twisty paths, they ran, sometimes encounter a bout of heavier mist, and once, found themselves in a full out downpour.
The rain cascaded down their shoulders, splashed off their swinging arms and sprayed off their tireless legs. It soaked them so their fur was lying down flat against themselves, but they didn't care. All that mattered to them was those few moments when their arms would touch, when their paces lined up, and when they would leap over a fallen tree and fly as one.
It was miles before they finally came to a crystal clear pond, the same one they had met at the day before. The rain was only a drizzle then, as they both came down the hill and down towards the pond. With a sudden burst of speed, Ben suddenly sped up and dove headfirst into the water, sending ripples reverberating to the outer edges of the pond. Rose stopped, catching her breath as Ben surfaced, breathing heavily.
"It's actually quite warm," he informed, taking a few strokes. "It feels weird without anything on."
Rose looked up to see Ben staring expectantly up at her.
"Feeling lonely?" she asked softly, standing innocently by the edge of the pond, her wet fur revealing every illustrious curve upon her.
With a small twinge of truthfulness, Ben nodded realizing just how much Rose meant to him. Realizing how lonely she was as well, Rose gave a small smile, before slowly walking into the water. Ben started to swim over, gradually closing the gap between them. By the time that Rose was up to her waist, Ben was almost able to touch the bottom of the pond. By the time she was in up to her chest, Ben was almost standing upon the pebbled bottom. By the time Rose was in up to her neck, Ben was standing right in front of her, staring into her deep green eyes, almost getting lost in those pools of enchantment. Ben could feel the heat radiating form her body wash over him, and suddenly felt a rush of feeling flow through him.
"I think that I might love you," Ben suddenly said, surprised the words were coming out of his own mouth.
"W-what?" Rose stuttered, almost afraid of what she heard.
"I think I love you," he repeated, "For real."
"I-I...Why do you think that?" she asked. As far as she was concerned, love was only something that grown-ups talked about, and something that was forbidden from them.
"That's just it," he confessed, a million feelings running through him. "I don't think. I know."
And just like that, she understood what love really was.
In one movement, she suddenly threw her arms around him, tears welling up in her eyes as she embraced him, feeling his arms wrap around her just as tightly.
"I know I love you too," she said, tears running down her already wet face. "For real."
They both pushed off from the shore, and swam as one to the center of the pond, where a smooth, flat rock rested just a few inches below the surface of the water. Reaching the edge of the rock, they both grabbed onto it and stared at each other for a few seconds. Rose was the first to move this time, as she leaned in and kissed him like it was the last kiss she would ever have. He kissed back, feeling her soft lips slide against his, her tongue darting just out of reach.
Crawling up onto the flat rock, Ben could feel his willy start to grow firm as they rolled over, and Rose could feel her slit growing warmer. She remembered back to the night before, how Ben had slid his willy up inside of her and oh, how good that had felt. She wanted that, needed that, but most importantly, needed Ben.
She gasped as his hands slid down her body, massaging her twin orbs, her hard nipples aching to be touched. He obliged, running his hands over the stiff nubs, as she moaned in pleasure. Thrusting her chest up above the surface, water flowed off them as Ben constantly worked his hands over them. They felt so soft, yet just firm enough, like they were made just for him to touch.
Slipping her hands down his back, she slid them to the front, feeling a buzz of excitement as she felt his semi firm willy brush over her hands. He felt it too, like a jolt of electricity sparking through his body. With a little hesitation, she started to gently feel it, rubbing the smooth texture, and cupping his sac with her other hand.
He moaned, sensations building in his rapidly growing member and sliding his own hands down her body, rubbing her stomach and letting his fingers slowly venture down between her legs. Remembering the small nub at the top of her opening, he went for that first, and knew immediately when he found it.
Like lightning had suddenly struck her, she let out a stifled scream, eyes flying open and fire radiating from her crotch.
"Oh gods, don't stop," she gasped as she felt him slip a finger into her most sacred opening. The initial shock of having another's finger inside of her startled her enough, but that was doubled when she felt the cool water hit her insides. Pressing deeper, Ben felt her start to rub his member up and down, her soft hands feeling like nothing he had ever experienced before. Yet there was still one place where he knew it belonged.
As if on cue, they both stopped what they were doing and wrapped their arms around each other.
"Are you ready?" Ben whispered, catching his breath.
"Yes," Rose breathed, lustful and passionate. "Yes... I need you. I need you now!"
With a gasp from both of them, Ben's willy rubbed over her slit, but was deterred as they rolled over, Ben now on top of Rose.
"Mate with me," she whispered, feeling the head of his member dance over her slit, and with that, Ben gave one smooth movement, and slid his entire length into Rose. With a gasp of passion, she felt his willy slide into her slit, her warm, satiny walls clenching around him, his length filling her so perfectly. He slid out just a bit, before pushing back in, her tunnel so hot and tight around his throbbing member. Repeating the process, they both felt shockwaves of pleasure run through them like thunder.
As Ben started a steady rhythm of his thrusts, Rose reached down, and pressed her hands into her abdomen, wondering. Her eyes widened in surprise as she could feel his member slide in and out of her tunnel with her hands. Pressing down even more, Ben started to feel it, and saw her hands move as he pushed himself inside of her.
With a moan from both of them, they suddenly rolled over, Rose now on top of Ben and both of them panting with effort. Ben felt her breasts slide over him as she moved, pistoning his shaft into her. Abruptly, they rolled one too many times and fell off into the water. Not discouraged in the least, they both grabbed onto the ledge as Ben pushed himself deeper then he ever had, as Rose felt his length touch her cervix.
The new feeling startled both of them, although within just a second, it started to elevate their feelings to higher degrees then they ever could imagine. Every single thrust, Ben drove his way deeper inside of her, feeling his shaft slide up Rose's opening.
They moved around the edge of the rock and found a boulder to stand on. Their hands let go of the ledge and wrapped themselves around each other, leaning up against the smooth rock behind them for support.
With her free hand, Rose reached around and cupped his sac once again, rubbing the two orbs within and feeling Ben shudder against her with the sensations. Running her hand back up along his back, she felt his hand do the same to her, as they both felt a certain feeling start to grow within them. It was like white fire radiating up from between their legs, like an explosion waiting to happen, like there wasn't anything that could be better than this.
"I really can't tell you how much..." Ben gasped as the feeling built. "...how much I love you."
"Then don't," Rose moaned, massaging his willy with her tunnel. "Just show me."
Above them, it started to rain harder.
All at once, Ben started going faster, as Rose's breathing became quicker and lustful. Each thrust now was touching her cervix, deep within her, sending shocks of electricity up her spine. The mist swirled about the waters surface and rain fell in slow motion as time paused for them, as Ben reached a peak in his thrusts, and then they were over, and bliss overtook them.
With an flare of pleasure, Ben's willy suddenly stiffened within her and his sac clutched close to his body. Rose clenched down as tight as she could around him, waiting, wanting, until she felt that explosion of warmth. Like a bomb of pleasure within them, Ben started ejaculating within Rose, filling up her tunnel with his seed. Still thrusting, he suddenly found her cervix again as thick white ropes of semen coated the walls of her womb.
They both moaned in feeling, wrapping their arms around each other, the water flowing all around them. Ben could feel his willy pulsate inside of her, adding to the electric feeling already exciting every nerve in his entire body. Rose could feel it too, stronger, as he spurted up inside of her, each one a new blossom of warmth within her body. She reveled in the feeling, taking his liquid into her body, clenching around him, trying to get every drop he had to offer, the slippery fluid lubricating their already slick bonding.
Slowly, they faded into an afterglow, the water growing hot around them as they drew apart and stared deep into each others eyes. Rain splashed around and on them, but they couldn't have cared less.
"I never thought I'd ever feel this whole," Rose said softly. "Thank you. For everything."
Ben didn't need to say a thing, but just leaned in and kissed her, softly. She wrapped her arms around him and they just stood there, kissing in the rain with the mist swirling in its tranquil dance above them.
The perils of truth fall upon everyone sometime in their life, sometimes in bad was, sometimes in good ways. Here, the perils of truth left nothing but acceptance for what was already there, and the realization between thinking and knowing. And though life may throw other perils at them, this truth will always hold fast, an eternal bond that can never, ever be broken.