The air was crisp and fresh on this bright October day. Just two days before Samhain and all the trees had put on their brightest and most colorful coats. As he walked through the forest the fallen leaves rattled away from his feet with each step. The canopy of hues above and around him brought forth a warmth that belied the season and the chill in the air. As he was admiring the bold yellow of the beeches he was certain that he heard a stirring in the leaves ahead of him. Slowly he moved forward looking cautiously ahead to where he saw a small clearing where the sun was shining through the trees lighting the area as a fire lights a hut in the dark hours.
He drew his breath sharply as in the center of this clearing he saw something that shone brighter than even the sun through the trees. Her hair was golden and she stood like a magnificent statue. He moved closer and noticed that she had red lips that were soft and inviting. In her hair was a white flower, tied there with a yellow ribbon. And as she moved he could not help but notice a grace and gentleness to her motion. So he stepped out into the clearing, half expecting this lovely vision to fade from sight as he felt it must be an apparition or just his mind playing tricks on him. He blinked his eyes and yet she still remained before him looking startled. He smiled to show her that he meant her no harm but could still sense the tenseness that his presence had brought to her. But she too smiled and he knew at once that this was the lady that had haunted his dreams for his entire life.
She remained standing rigidly as he stepped toward her stopping short and smiling at her. She relaxed and smiled back at him. It was a wonderfully beautiful smile. The smile that could stop an army in it's tracks and awaken the dead. Never in his life had he seen such a beautiful creature. She was glowing and so dainty and fragile. He found himself wishing this moment could remain forever.
Then she broke the silence with her voice, which was soft and musical and had a way of charming one and he knew that even he, who was rough and somewhat uncivilized was completely under her spell. She did not speak but hummed a gentle melody for a bit and then stopped. They both stood in silence as they listened to the birds around them singing, and the chattering of the squirrels as they scampered to make their provisions for the coming of winter. As a gentle breeze blew he could hear the soft rustling of the leaves singing their last song before they would fall to the ground to protect what was underneath them and then become a part of the cycle of life once again. This, along with the warmth of the sun shining into the clearing had an almost hypnotic effect on both of them. Without notice he had taken her hand into his own. She did not remove it but allowed him to hold it and he was almost certain that he had felt her squeeze his hand ever so slightly.
Thoughts were racing through his head as he felt the warmth and softness of her skin against his worn and callused palms and fingers. She began to gently hum a tune that he remembered hearing played on the pipes. Her voice added a quality to the song that pleased him very much. And she seemed to have become relaxed and content with sharing her place in the forest with him.
It seemed like hours passed without a word spoken between them when she turned and smiled into his face. Looking deeply into her eyes he saw the sparkle that they contained and before he knew what he was doing he had bent down and placed his lips to hers. And to his surprise she yielded to his kiss and had even kissed him back. Or was that just his imagination. But no, when he drew his face back she raised her head and kissed him. Her kisses were sweeter than honey he had gathered from the bee trees and he wondered how anything could feel so good. Little did he know of what he was to learn. She sat down on the soft leaves and pulled him down beside her. Moving around to face him she straddled his lap with her own and then kissed him. This time her kiss was harder and with more passion. And as her passion brought forth his own his pushed his tongue between her lips and sought hers. He was trembling with the desire that this aroused in him. But she must have known this for herself as she moved even closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. He put his arms around her and held her to him, gently but firmly as he continued to taste the sweetness of her kisses.
Somewhat abashed as he knew that she must feel what her closeness was doing to him, he shifted uncomfortably. This was when she raised enough to lift the front of his kilt and to lift the front of her dress and then settled back down onto his lap. He felt the warmth and wetness as his manhood penetrated her and knew that nothing had or would ever compare to what he felt now. Not just in his body but also in his heart. She began to sway back and forth and he could feel her passion rise along with his own. After a bit he had to close his eyes as a tremendous wave of sensations engulfed him and he felt his seed begin to fill her. He had felt the hot wetness of her canal cover his manhood bringing forth his own climax. He was trembling as these feelings in his body and soul had taken control of his being. And he knew that he had found love. Not the love of a brother, or a sister, or of a good steed. He had found the love of a partner and companion that would carry him through eternity. And together he and this angel had become one, as close as two people could ever become. And he knew that he had found true happiness.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around him. He was alone, save the squirrels and the birds in the trees. The sun was sinking to the west and he was at first confused then dismayed by the thought that this beautiful experience and this love he had found was but a dream. As he stood he looked down and tucked neatly in the top of his kilt was..........a single white flower with a bright yellow ribbon.
