Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Rumorhasit13]

My eyes finally catch sight of her.. I was right, it is her. I smiled wolfishly, as I stood up and stretched slowly, before padding toward her softly.

Upon stepping within her presence, I see her arms outstretched toward the sky. I incline my head toward the beautiful woman.. watching her silently, curiously.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*lowering my arms I turn and smile at the black wolf regarding me, a hand reaching out as if to stroke her fur...but stopping short not certain if it would be appropriate*

...good evening...

 

[Rumorhasit13]

Seeing her outstretched hand, I gently nuzzle into her soft fingers.. allowing her to stroke my fur. I retreat a step back, bowing slightly, as I emerge in my human form. Smiling at her, I reply softly.

Good evening, Weaver.. a pleasure to meet you out here once more..

 

[Daydream_weaver]

It is good to share a bit of the night with a friend...*moving with slow deliberation I step closer, moving so that my body is nearly touching hers. I reach out with the hand that had just stroked fur and run my fingertips up along her arm*...what brings you to the woods at such an hour?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A small wolf makes her way to the Refuge a note in her muzzle. Upon reaching the front door, she lays the creamy envelope down and retreats, back into the woods from whence she came. The note reads:

Dearest Muse;

I feel as if I am losing touch with you, with the part of you that is saved for me. I wish to remedy that, whenever you have time for a visit. I miss you.

Until then~Luna

 

[Rumorhasit13]

As her fingers touch my arm, soft chills course through my body.. blushing slightly, I catch her fingers with my own. I stare into her eyes and smile as I answer.

I suppose you might say, I was seeking a peaceful place to stay for the night.. and I had also hoped I might run into you..

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*leaning close to place a soft kiss on her cheek I give her hand a gentle squeeze*...I am glad our paths crossed. These woods can be quite peaceful, one reason I chose to take refuge here.

You are also welcome at my cabin if you were to pass that way in your travels...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*traversing the path back toward my cabin I feel a familiar tremble of my wards, feel the energy of one I hold dear. My pace quickens, feet flying in the dark, carrying me to the door of my refuge only to find I have once again missed her.

Saddened I take up the small envelope and carry it with me into the cabin, reading as I pad into the alcove. With a soft sigh I lay the note on my pillow and slip the soft satin pants from my hips and the tank top from my torso leaving only a tiny scrap of lace as a token to modesty. I climb into my bed, taking the note in hand and bringing it close to my face...it smells of her...

My eyes drift shut and dreams begin to gather...*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

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*leaving the comfort of my refuge I wander along the path toward the rest of the Lit world...no hurry...no rush...just enjoying the late morning sun on my head and shoulders. I pause beside the pond, bending for a smooth stone to skip across the water. The ripples make me smile and I continue along the path thinking that perhaps I will return later when it is warmer and have a swim.

Stopping at the edge of the trees I look out at the vast land of Lit and wonder who I will find and what adventures they can tell me of*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

wanders through my Muse's woods, plucking tiny flowers, fragrant leaves. I take a small bouquet and place it on the path leading to her Refuge...wrapped in a white satin ribbon...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*walking along the path I spy a small bundle and bend to pick it up, instinctively bringing it to my face to inhale deeply the scent of growing things. I glance around, peering into the shadows of the woods, then continue my wanderings*

 

[Rumorhasit13]

You are also welcome at my cabin if you were to pass that way in your travels...

As I curl up in the woods for a second night in a row, I consider her words from the previous night. Smiling while I rest here in her forest..

Perhaps soon, Weaver.. I'll visit you at your cabin..

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Pacing to and fro inside my cabin I struggle to tame the wildness churning inside my belly. I ache...I need...I want...

Her....

Steping onto the back deck I turn my face up to the late afternoon sun, feeling it's warmth as it begins its final descent toward night. A light breeze blows my hair back off of my shoulders and away from my chest, left bare by my signature sarong tied around my waist. My bare feet make no sound as I resume my pacing...searching for some shred of calm...of peace...some release from all these emotions inside me*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I arrive. I see her pacing, worrying herself into a fit. I can feel her yearning, her need, her wanting. I make my way closer, bare feet silent in the grass, eyes half open, against the glare of the soon to be setting sun.

My Muse. Have you waited long, for me?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I feel her approach a bare moment before I hear her voice...I shake my head knowing my senses are scattered by the way my body is feeling. Turning I watch her with hungry eyes and try to find a normal smile, a calm welcome. Have I waited long? Moments had seemed like days...

Not overly long, Miss Luna...but it seems longer...

*the smile finally comes, brought on just by being in her presence*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My eyes lighten, going from warm brown to a light gold in less than a moment. I want her nude before me...on her knees. My voice is quiet, a husky growl that leaves no doubt at all that I am riding a very thin line between utter abandon and control...

My Muse, strip for me. Then, I want you on your knees, hands on the back of your neck, eyes closed. You may rest your ass on your heels if that will be easier. Keep your back straight, my sweet one. I want to look at you....

A deeper note, a darker tone...

Quickly, my Muse...very quickly....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Without thought of hesitation I step forward, my hands loosening the sarong at my waist and letting it fall to the deck. I take the final step and sink gracefully to my knees and lift my arms to clasp my hands behind my neck as she instructed. I glance once into her golden eyes and feel the heat rush through me as I straighten my back, the cheeks of my backside resting lightly on my heels. A soft sigh and my eyes drift shut..*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her there, on her knees, her body supple and open, waiting...for me. I stride closer, dropping the crop I had brought with me, onto the deck. I want to taste her skin...so I do, leaning forward to nip her lip with sharp white teeth, tugging it, a low growl of hunger vibrating through me, carrying itself to her. My hands reach out as I release her mouth, to begin stroking her throat, whispering down over beautiful breasts, shoulders..softly, so softly. I am trying to practice restraint but damn it, it's so hard.

So pretty, my Muse.

I pull one of her deck chairs closer, so that I am seated before her.

Open your eyes, sweet one. I want you to give me a taste of yourself. Reach down between those pretty thighs and run your finger along your wetness for me...then lean forward and place your finger into my mouth....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*my eyes open and lock with hers, there's no thought to tease...no wish to do anything other than what she wants from me.

I slip a hand down over my stomach and between my parted thighs. A warm blush colors my pale cheeks as I feel just how wet I am for her already. I bite back a soft moan as I trace a single finger along sensitive flesh and bring it away glistening.

I rise fully onto my knees and lean toward her...my hand reaching out to place that one wet finger to her lips and slip it gently between them...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I try not to moan, but she is so sweet. My tongue teases the digit, swirling around to get every bit of the gift she has presented me with. My own eyes are locked with her, watching the color that rises unbidden to her creamy flesh.

Mmmm A low moan, a soft sigh Very good, sweet one. Now, on your feet for me. Legs hip distance apart, hands up on the back of your neck. Keep your eyes open, sweetness. I will be right back.

I leave her there and wander into her Refuge, heading for her kitchen. I grab two things...a sharp paring knife and an ice tray. It only takes a few minutes to fill a bowl with ice and lay the little knife on top. I want the blade cold. Retracing my steps, I end up behind her, my voice low, soft...lilting.

You ready?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Rising quickly to my feet I lift my hands behind my neck again, back held straight, legs spread as I watch her walk away. I can feel my body still trembling from the feel of her lips wrapped around my finger...such a simple contact and yet she has left my knees weak with want. I barely glance at the items held in her hands when she returns...focusing on her words...

...yes, Miss Luna...I am...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I walk around her, trailing an ice cube over sensitive skin, watching it melt as it glides over her heat. The water slips away, causing goose flesh to rise in it's wake. Finally, I am facing her. Dropping to my knees before her, I lean forward, my mouth moving to touch the hidden cleft, the little nubbin of flesh that needs my attention. A few moments later, I slide a large piece of ice into her warmth.

Clench it, baby girl. Don't let it fall out.

Standing up, I reach for the cold knife.

You see this....I want to touch you with it. May I?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The cold of the ice sends feverish shivers over my skin but it is nothing compared to the feel of her warm mouth. I bite my lip hard, my back fighting to twitch in reaction, hips wanting to press closer...and then the searing cold of ice pushed deep inside. It does nothing to quench the fire already ignited within. I tighten, feeling my muscles pull the ice even deeper. My breathing quickens...short, sharp, silent gasps.

My eyes stay focused on her, my anchor...

The knife...so shiny...so sharp...I swallow hard and nod. I am not afraid with the blade in her hand*

...yes, Miss Luna...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I trail the blade from the base of her throat...circling each breast in turn. The pace is slow, hard enough to leave a red mark behind, but not enough to bleed her. Further down I go, over the flat plane of her belly, touching her hip bone, then the cunning dip behind her knee. The point is beginning to warm up...so I re-immerse it in the bowl of ice, holding it there one handed, while my other hand goes to her sweet cleft, the nail tickling her clitoris.

So pretty, baby girl. So sweet.

I pick up the knife once more and work upward, tracing over her foot, her calf and shin, her thigh. I turn it, blade facing downward and trail the handle between her thighs, moistening it with her essence. Then I reverse it, allowing the blade point to trail over her nipples, first the left, then the right. My mouth follows, teeth tugging on sweet pink flesh...

More?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*a long slow breath eases from my lungs as the blade of the knife moves over me, the coldness makes the contact feel even more intense...almost as if it is slicing into my skin. I watch the lines she leaves loving the contrast against my pale skin.

She touches me and my knees are weak, shaking...her teeth claim flesh and I fight the need to drop to the deck and beg...beg for...something...I nod my head almost frantically, my voice a barely audible whimper...*

...oh yes...please, Miss Luna...more...