Summer Rememberance
A short story of two fae remembering who they truly are in the best way they possibly can; rekindling an old flame.
No one believed me when I told them about the girl I met out in the field that night when I was eight. I'd snuck out after my grandfather told me to stay in bed like any child with a heart for adventure would. I remember that the moon was bright as the light of it radiated through my entire room from the window near my bed. It was just another summer night with my grandparents on their farm.
When I'd returned with tales of the goat girl out in the field my grandparents had told me it was a wonderful dream and refused to see it as anything more than childish fancy. I could describe her vividly, her brunette curls and matching fur, and they chalked it up to my imagination. They thought her a friend to a child who didn't have many and never thought to question when I wanted to run off and play with her.
Eventually though the summer would end and I'd go back home to school and my parents. I'd tell them the same stories but they'd never believe me. Eventually, I didn't believe myself either. Not until the next summer when I'd go back and see her again and we'd spend the season playing and growing up together.
I'd been asleep when something pulled me from my dream. I'd heard laughter in my sleep and felt the touch of a familiar hand against my face but when I opened my eyes there was nothing and I was alone. Despite that, however, I felt something more.
I felt that childish need to explore and to play among the moonlight just like I did every summer. As a nineteen year old fresh from high school, some part of me felt that it should feel silly even if it just felt normal. With barely a thought to the contrary I slipped from my window in only my nightgown and made barefoot for the woods. The light of the stars were but faeries that danced around my vision and led me to the neighboring pasture.
That's where I saw her standing beneath the moonlight same as me though decidedly more bare. It wasn't her nudity that caught my attention though. The way the moon shone off of her horns had an almost entrancing quality as I stopped and didn't dare step forward. She was just there like she always was and no amount of disbelief could stop me from seeing her. Everything was so vivid that I could even feel the warm dirt and cool grass between my toes. I didn't want to move for fear of ruining the dream.
She noticed me, however, as her eyes looked my way. Warm yellow like fresh honey in the summer; those eyes held a kindness as she looked at someone she'd not seen in a long time. I opened my mouth to speak but the satyr beat me to it.
"It's been so long," she said in a voice sweet to match her eyes, "Summers are too far apart."
"They are, yes," I said as I stepped forward at last while my mind raced for some sense at what was happening. Warmth spread through me as I felt my nightgown fall away to leave me no more clothed than the satyr who now started to approach. I wanted to ask her name, something lost to me during the time spent away, but my parting lips were met with hers in a kiss.
There were no fireworks on any Independence Day that could compare to the wonder of her lips against mine as her hands drew me close. My breasts pressed to hers as our hair intertwined in raven and brunette curls. The air around us was burning with a magic like dreams as her hands found my ass and my ankles locked behind her back as she held me aloft.
"Still strong," I said with a breathless laugh as I felt a stirring deep inside. Beneath the lust and fire and want of passion... a memory starting to melt the winter ice that kept it away.
"Still beautiful," my satyr replied as she lowered me to the grass before returning to kiss me once more. Anala was her name. I remembered that much. The way her fingers traced along my sun-kissed shoulders before following the curve of my alabaster breasts. She cupped them lovingly as if staking claim.
"These used to be tan once," she chided as her hands massaged my chest, "I hope we can fix that. The white is nice but it reminds me too much of the winter." The note of pain in my Anala's voice made my heart ache but I calmed it with a kiss to her own tanned breasts.
"They'll match soon. We've all summer and this time I don't need to run away again."
Anala peppered me with kisses before her teeth found my ear and started to nibble where she knew I would squirm the most. "Yes you do but this time with me. You and I forever. Promise to run away with me? My beloved Lyana?"
I shiver in delight as I say yes. I ask her to marry me if we do and she says yes. Then one of her hands starts to tease down my stomach and doesn't stop until those skilled fingers are parting my labia to find my warm wetness waiting. My back arches up, forcing my breast into her hand more, and she laughs that same delightful laugh I fell in love with when we were children.
Eventually her teeth leave my ear to return kisses to my lips. From there they find my neck and bite and tease as I lay at my beloved's mercy. She moves with practiced grace until her tongue is lavishing my left nipple with affection. Another nip to elicit a squeal from my lips before she gives my right breast the same care.
All the while her fingers explore my warm, tight depths as those discovering them for the first time. She takes her time because she knows I'm easily overwhelmed but she never fully ceases. One finger becomes two as she teases deep where my flower still stands waiting for her to claim it. Her thumb grinds into my clit and all the while my voice carries across the field in utter bliss.
Butterfly kisses pepper my stomach as she teases ever lower. She nuzzles me in an almost animalistic affection as she slips between my thighs. Her fingers leave me empty for only the matter of a breath before her mouth moves to bless with me a more carnal type of kiss. My legs rest along her back as she works me with her tongue and teeth all while my hands grasp at her horns.
I can't remember when my toes stopped being toes; my lover's passions had distracted me so much. It wasn't until I locked my ankles behind her once again that I realized my hooves had returned. I laughed at myself for forgetting I had them. She looked up as she continued to tease and pleasure me with that same happy warmth in her eyes. When she knew I was ready she gave me a nip right at the best moment and my vision blurred from the climax that struck.
Lying there among the grass and wildflowers I threw my head back in orgasmic cry. A year I'd waited to remember myself and a lifetime ahead of me to never forget it. Even as Anala moved to straddle my face so I could return her passion in kind all I could do was bask in the warmth of summer.
The warmth of my love, our passion, and the memories we'd make together.