The Eclipse
_Note from the Author:
Graphic sex ahead. Stand alone short.
-Ilveris
The Eclipse
"...in the light of the moon..."
He trudged forward through the ankle deep snow. It continued to fall, fluttering slowly amongst the firs from the night sky above. He could see no stars in the patches of sky that the mighty trees offered him, only a darkness. Still, even amongst these dense trees light was plentiful. The pristine snow almost glowed, radiated a divine light. This place was sacred. Or at least it was to him.
The gray wolf continued onward, forging his way uphill through the gentle snow. He carried very little, he had not had great time to prepare for this trip. The war was unending and the sword on his hip was in constant need. He had delayed his departure for as long as he could but, ultimately, he had abandoned his post to make this journey. He would hurry back when done, and so carried little to keep him.
When he had began this final leg of the journey earlier today the forest had been filled with noise, with the sound of animals. With that of birds and wolves. With that of owls when the night had fallen. Now there was nothing. A deafening silence pierced only by the sound of the snow being crushed beneath his feet and his own rhythmic panting.
He looked skyward, glimpsing a view of the moon. The beautiful white sphere had been full little more than an hour ago. Now it was but a crescent sliver, nearly consumed in darkness. What was still visible seemed to have grown fiercely bright, brimming with her power. It was almost time. He was cutting it close, but he was confident that he would not be late.
He continued forward, shielded from the falling snow by a mere cloak and hood. The trees at last gave way to a small clearing of sorts. A mere two dozen feet across, the clearing did little more than offer an unobstructed view of the night sky and the beautiful moon held above. A stream, now frozen, skirted the edge of the clearing on the far side.
He looked skyward once more to see that the moon was but a sliver of its former self. It was happening. He made his way slowly toward the center of the clearing, removing his cloak and allowing it to fall in his wake.
Taking a deep breath he paused and waited, watching. He had barely made it. Closer than he had expected, but still... he had made it.
The bright fragment of the moon began to dim before his very eyes. He licked lips, his breathing quickened with anticipation. As it darkened the rest of the moon again became visible. It returned once more but instead of its normal, beautiful white... it was a soft, piercing red. It grew brighter slowly as the last fragments of white faded away. The snow around him seemed to change with it, casting off its white for this new reddish haze.
The beautiful moon seemed to reach down from the heavens with hands of light, reaching from him, reaching for his very soul. He smiled ever so faintly. The beams of lunar light grew stronger, denser, more brilliant. They seemed to reach down to the very ground... to this very spot. He was bathed in their glory, in their light.
They began to shimmer before him, as if gentle movement. Little more than a gentle aurora... it grew in strength. The light seemed to bend around him. At first indiscernibly, unidentifiable shapes... but he could feel it. Her gentle touch. He opened his arms offeringly and closed his eyes. The feeling of being touched grew stronger, a softness on his cheeks... a gentle nuzzle on his neck. The light was familiar... oh, so familiar. It filled him with warmth... contentment. Love... a deep and satisfying love.
A gentle hand guided his head, turning his chin down and away from the moon. He opened his eyes to see that the beams of light had bent into the form of a woman... a reddish vixen, nearly opaque but still retaining a soft translucency. Her beautiful red fur danced as if made of light... for it was. She stood pressed softly to him, wearing nothing. Her eyes locked with his.
She pressed forward ever gently and their lips met. Her tongue found its way effortlessly into his mouth and together they moaned softly. He had missed her dearly, and she him. He wrapped his arms around her and their kiss deepened. Her hands found their way slowly to his clothes which she tugged at needingly. He squeezed her tightly as their kiss finally broke. She stared into his eyes while her fingers found their way gently beneath his shirt. His fingers gently explored her back, the softness of her fur and the perfection of her skin, her flawless form.
Her breath was hot and her touch was becoming more desperate. She tugged at his shirt and he lifted his arms, allowing her to remove it. She tossed it aside as if trash to be discarded. Her fingers quickly found their way to his belt. In moments it fell to the ground, taking his sword with it.
He watched her as she worked, her beautiful body moved with such grace. She was perfection, a perfection made of light. The light of the moon seemed to fade away, as did that of the snow. She became his only light. His beautiful light.
His pants were loosed and she pressed him down. He allowed her to guide him, laying back into the snow. It was cold, but neither of them cared. She straddled him gently. She kissed his neck furiously, rubbing his arms and chest as if trying to take all of him in.
She was, however, unwilling to wait. She sat up and reached beneath her, freeing what she wanted from his slacken pants. His hands found their way slowly to her hips as she lifted herself ever so gently.
Heat... a soft and wet heat... her...
She lowered herself slowly, fully, engulfing him entirely. She moaned gently and her light pulsed brighter for but a second as she came... She rocked herself against him, laying forward once more, pressing her chest to his. He wrapped his arms around her in return and their lips found one another once again. Their kiss was stronger, her tongue delving deeper into his mouth.
Their kiss broke once more as she again sat up. She began to lift herself, moving atop him. Wasting little time, she rode him quickly. Claiming him. She moaned softly while his hands slipped up her sides, exploring her beautiful body... her light.
He could see himself within her ever so slightly... her slight translucency allowed him to see her milking him from within, eager for what he had. She rode ever faster, moaning loudly, filling the forest with her cries.
He moved with her, thrusting upward into her even as she continued to ride ever faster... ever harder. In mere moments his moans joined hers. She roared into the night, her body becoming a brilliant light which turned night into day. She climaxed around him, spasming violently around his manhood. He came with her, shooting his seed into her while she writhed atop him.
She fell forward against him, her blinding light dissipating in seconds. She panted hard, her warm breath filling his ear and fur. Her lips found his and they kissed yet again. Her kiss was more gentle this time, her immediate need had been satiated. Her hands began to explore his body once more, gently probing his fur and skin. She took her time now.
The snow which fell upon her seemed to melt away... vanishing in her beauty. Their kiss ended and his lips found their way to her neck instead. She moaned approvingly when his tongue pressed against her fur, seeking the skin beneath. She tilted her head back, offering herself to him. In return he allowed his mouth to explore more of her gentle throat.
She again sat up. Her eyes fell silently to his. He could see a powerful love in them, he could feel it radiating from her as if a part of the very light she cast. He could see the desire again growing within her. She wasn't done with him yet. She began to move once more, riding him slowly while her hands gently stroked his chest.
His hands found their way up her sides once more, this time to her ample breasts. He gently stroked and squeezed, successfully eliciting a soft moan from his beautiful light. She arched her back slightly as she rode, offering her chest to him. He sat up in response, wrapping his arms around her as she gasped in delight. His lips found their way to her breasts while he pulled her tight. Through his powerful grasp she continued to ride, though it took more effort for her to move under his constrictive force.
At first he merely nuzzled, exploring the various crevasses of her chest. Then he began to kiss and lick her nipples, eliciting further moans of appreciation from her. Finally he began to suck, tugging gently on her flesh, nibbling ever so softly. Her pace quickened. Her moans grew louder and more frequent.
She wrapped around him and pulled him tight, pushing his head further into her cleavage. She rode faster, grinding herself against him as his own desire began to grow once again. She had always been demanding. Her moans had turned to gasps and short screams of ecstasy. Her body quivered atop him, around him.
She pushed him away, forcing him down hard so that she could ride him faster. Her body began to pulse brighter in rhythm with her movements. She neared the edge. Her enjoyment became his enjoyment and he soon found himself at the precipice as well, thrusting up and into her as hard and fast and desperately as she drove herself down against him.
Her eyes were locked with his. As she groaned and panted, gasped and yelped, she could not look away. She knew he was close... she craved what he had, what she knew he would give her. She was waiting for that wonderful moment... she wanted it.
She leaned back and reached behind her, stroking his balls gently. She squeezed and plucked, softly coaxing him to give her what she needed. It took but a moment and he gave her what she wanted. Groaning, he could see his seed pour into her center through her translucent light... but only for a second. She quivered and a bright light appeared in her belly, originating from his seed it spread quickly outward filling her and obscuring all vision with its glory.
He closed his eyes and averted his vision while she screamed and writhed... finally collapsing against him as the blinding light of her climax faded.
They lay like that for a time... what time they had, holding and kissing, stroking and nuzzling. They had but only a few hours. During those hours he stayed inside her. He could not leave her, she wouldn't allow it.
But time was short. The red light of the moon began to fade and the crescent of white again began to grow powerful. With the departure of the eclipse went her beautiful light. Still, even as she faded away she held fast with him deep inside her. She kissed him and moved once more, riding gently and slowly even as her physical being grew more and more incorporeal, until it was a shapeless form that he made love to in the light of the moon... and even that faded away.
When all that remained was snow and the white light of a moon he cried. He loved her... and yet it would be years before he could again be with her... and even then, he could be with for but a few hours.
The wolf sighed and clambered to his feet. He dressed and gathered his things. He looked around, hoping to see her, but she was never there. He looked upward, toward the moon. He knew where she was. Her glimmering eye hung in the sky, ever watching. Always there.
Resting his hand on the hilt of his sword the gray wolf wondered if he would live to see her again. As he turned back the way he came, back toward the war, he hoped. He; however, had a bad feeling about the coming days and his hope seemed very far away indeed.
_Final Thoughts:
Got the idea for this when I watched the most recent lunar eclipse with my wife. She's always managed to inspire my fantasies. In any case, I wanted to try something with no written dialog whatsoever. This is the result. Not too pleased, but it's something.
-Ilveris
Completed 11/26/2007_