Heart under Ten Thousand Stars
By Casey Jepson, 12/30/01

Xander lay on his back on the green grass at the foot of the great sequoia. One hand was on his belly and the other behind his head. Natalie lay beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. "What’s that one?" she asked, pointing in the general direction of the night sky.
    "That star is Sopheclese, a great king," he replied. "He ruled a mighty empire since he was ten years old. But that star, to the right, ah, she brought him down. She was the most beautiful princess he’d ever seen. But she was the daughter of his sworn enemy, so he couldn’t marry her. So he gave up his entire kingdom; sold his castle, gave the crown to one of his senators, and crossed into the enemy’s territory as a peasant with hopes to win the princess’s hand in marriage in a chariot race."
     "Mmm, did he win it?" she asked calmly, while nuzzling her head closer to his.
     "He won, fair and square. And he wedded the princess. But when he took her to bed on their wedding night, she turned out to be a guy."
     Natalie laughed and slapped him on the arm. "You’re just making this up!"
     "Seriously! Twig, berries, the whole lot. A big practical joke on Sophecles."
     She moved her face near to his, and said, "I love it when you talk silly."
     "Every star has a story," he said, and kissed her eager lips. "And every story has a star."
     "And who’s the star of this story, hm?" She gazed into his eyes, the deepest, darkest brown eyes she’ll ever see. They smiled back at her, and in them no lie could be found.
     "Whoever comes out on top."
     She laughed again, and kissed him passionately, rubbing her tongue along his teeth. While his tongue repaid the favor, she climbed on top of him and slid her hands underneath his shirt. He gently pushed her back.
     "Woah, don’t think you’re gonna win that easy," he said, and climbed to his feet. Walking over to the rope-ladder, he beckoned her to follow him. They climbed an easy hundred feet when they came upon a great polished-wood platform, that made a wide circle around the trunk of the tree. Xander led her to a large quilt laid out on the platform, barely visible in the dark night. The moon and the stars showed just enough for them to find their way. The two of them sat in the center of the quilt, holding hands.
"Close your eyes," he bid, "and open your mouth." As she did so, he pulled a fresh strawberry from a bowl by the edge of the quilt. He placed in on her curious tongue and she closed her mouth around it, but he pulled in halfway out, then back in, and so on until her mouth watered with anticipation. He then bit off the leaves and ate it himself. Her mouth hang open, ever patient, so he placed another strawberry in it, and left it for her to savor the juices. "Now open your eyes," he commanded. "Can you see me?"
     "Just your silhouette," she answered. "And I must say, the stars really bring out the shape of your rippling biceps," she said with a slight moan.
     Xander reached under the corner of the quilt and pulled out a small orb; it seemed a translucent baseball filled with fireflies, for it emitted a radiant light that set the platform aglow. "How ‘bout now?" he asked.
     "Ooh, much better. There’s a Silmaril in there, I’ll wager." He placed it between them, and for a moment just stared at her, admiring her newly-radiated beauty. Her long, greenish-gray eyes seemed carefree, moving this way and that, and yet always seeming to hide a deep wisdom. A light shone from those eyes. When she closed them, her face seemed to grow dim, only to brighten magnificently when she opened them. Down below her thin, perfectly symmetrical nose was a pair of perfectly unparched, unpainted pink lips, that smiled innocently from cheek to cheek. He loved those lips; loved their soft touch on his after a long trek in the rain, loved to run his finger across their surface, smooth as bamboo yet soft as cotton candy. Her golden brown hair was tied behind her back in a ponytail. Without saying a word, he reached around behind her neck and untied the knot. Her hair flowed like bath-bubbles down past her shoulders.
     He next admired her dress, almost as much as what was beneath it. Its lavender color glowed almost pink in the light of the orb. It strapped over her right shoulder, leaving the left free. It comforted her breasts as a mother would a nursing child. Below the waist if formed a skirt that slanted diagonally from her right hip down her right thigh, leaving one leg entirely exposed. Xander scooted closer and put his arm around her waist. He brought his lips to her neck and kissed every inch from there to her cheek. She pulled his hand from her waist and placed it on her eager chest. He rubbed one breast, then both together. She moaned again with pleasure, and reached her hand down between her thighs as if to restrain her womanhood from leaping onto her lover man.
     "Did I ever tell you," he whispered, "about a star named Incar?" She looked into his eyes with a curiosity that already knew it would be satisfied. Her smile alone begged him to continue. "Well he was in love with the star Alsala, and one night he touched her in an intimate way. But her father saw them and got real angry. He told Incar that he couldn’t touch her again until she was old enough to marry. But, mind you, stars take a thousand of years to mature. And he decided to himself that if he couldn’t touch her, he wouldn’t touch anything. So for a whole millennium he never touched a thing with his hands; not his food, not his bed, not even himself." He demonstrated with a lude shaking of his wrist at his waist. Natalie rolled her eyes and look away, causing Xander to laugh at his own joke.
     "Anyway," he continued, "Since his hands were never used, they grew such a longing for touching that they burned every day with anticipation." As he spoke, he reached behind her back and unfastened the strap to her dress. "So when Alsala came of age, and her father let them be together, they went to bed and touched again. But his hands were so sensitive that when he felt her skin the sensation was so strong that his hands burst right off his arms!" As he said this, he pulled the strap down her arm. "He died that night."
     "That’s not a very happy story," she said.
     "But that’s not the point. The point is that he died not from his injury, but because her body felt so perfect, so sensual, that he was driven to sexual ecstasy in that instant, and the pleasure was too powerful for his body to absorb." He reached his hands up and cupped her full, tender breasts. At this she closed her eyes and opened her smile.
     "To caress this well takes lots of practice," he said while he rubbed his thumbs across her points. He gently drew his fingers around the circumferences of her chest, then swirled them around her areolas. He leaned over and slid his tongue across her erect nipples, then closed his mouth over them and sucked gently.
     "More, mmm yes," she said, "but not to hard."
     "If you think that’s hard, you ain’t seen nothing yet."
     She sat up and pushed him back. "Take your shirt off, allow me to return the favor."
     He pulled his loose t-shirt off over his head, exposing his smooth, refined pectoral muscles. She coaxed him down onto his back and rubbed his chest as knowingly as he had hers. She then leaned over and kissed the center of his chest, then his abs, then slipped her tongue around his naval.
     "Ooh, that tickles," he said, restraining a giggle. Ignoring his banter, she brought her face to his pants and loosened the knot at his waist with her teeth. Xander put his arms behind his head and sighed through his smile. Slowly Natalie slid his pants down his legs and past his feet, leaving them in a heap next to the quilt. His manhood stood upwards like a tower upon hill. She leaned her face down and rubbed her cheek along the shaft. She then stuck her tongue slowly out of her mouth, and as just the tip of it touched the tip of his member, he let out a quick gasp, then sighed. "Ah like where this is going," he said. Knowing that he’d prefer her to take her time, she ran her fingertips gently up and down the sides of his erection. His eyes shut tight and his mouth gaped open. She stopped then to let him savor the feeling for a moment.
     "Watch this, I can make your big man stand thrice as tall," she said, and she leaned over and picked up the glowing orb whose light now pulsated between orange and yellow. She held it a foot to the side of his groin, on the other side than the trunk of the tree. His mighty muscle cast a shadow on the red bark as tall as skinny young hobbit.
     Xander sat up in admiration. "Well I’ll be the Star-Prince Bemhril; they say he could extend his piece--"
     "No more stories," Natalie interrupted. "No more stars. Just us."
     Xander grabbed her gaze with his eyes like a harpoon, seeing nothing else, thinking about nowhere else. Between their lines of sight they could see into each other, mind and soul, and should their wills wanted it they could have collapsed the very universe with a look. Hesitating no longer, he grabbed her in his arms and pressed his lips on hers, and around, and on again, and again, until he could hardly breathe. He pulled her to her feet and slid the dress down to the ground. He ran his hand, with his cheek beside it, up her slender and flawless leg, until he held her furry mound in his palm. He rubbed his fingers through the fur, exploring her hidden oasis until he found her small round nub, and parted her hair to expose it. She held the glowing orb up to her chest and squeezed it between her bosoms. Its warm touch went to her heart, and kept it from beating too hard, lest it explode. Meanwhile Xander was exploring every inch of her folds with his tongue, and focused, as sternly as if his life depended on it, on her throbbing protrusion. Deeming this so much more pleasurable, Natalie cast aside the orb and put her hands on his head, pressing him closer to her.
     Between her moans and gasps, Natalie managed to say "If there’s anything...I could do to...return...the favor...just tell me..."
     Xander looked up at her and replied, "Make me feel like Incar. Make me never need to touch another living thing." Natalie leaned over and pressed Xander on his back. She sat down on his lap, putting his manhood inside her, and squeezed his torso with her knees. Up and down she moved, slowly at first, caressing him with her inner folds. He reached around her and started kneading her cheeks. At this she leaned forward and held herself above him. All the while she pumped just a little faster, and a little faster still. As his eyes were closed, Xander could not see that the nearby glass orb was glowing steadily brighter, and flashing in unison with the thrusts of Natalie’s pelvis. As he enthusiastically squeezed her breasts, she pulled her hip up to the top of his member, and thrust down all the way to the base; she did this again and again, as they both felt the fire of passion growing inside them. Together they cried complicated yet meaningless screams that seemed to stir the surrounding woodlands into turmoil. The orb joined their chaotic chorus with the contrastingly graceful sound of hundreds of voices singing in some unknown ancient elvish, and the haunting choir grew louder even until it drowned out the lovers’ voices. Faster and faster the lovers thrust, and the orb kept pace in flashing until a strobe light it became.
     At one moment they both knew that ecstasy was almost upon them upon. They looked into each other’s wide, watering eyes, feeling the floods of lust pounding at the proverbial gates. To Natalie’s surprise, Xander grabbed her and thrust her to the ground beside him, twisting himself on top, and never letting his manhood slip. It was too late to lose the feeling now, nothing could stop them. While the elvish choir held it’s highest, loudest wail of a note, the orb flashed across a rainbow of colors, from red to yellow to purple, and two dozen in between, and then flooded the skyline with a sudden burst of pure white light, paralyzing the forest in a sudden stillness.
     Then slowly the light retreated back to the small glass orb sitting on a platform beside the trunk of a sequoia, near two people who lay, the man on the woman, breathing the soft breaths of life; and the orb went dark.
     After lying still for a comfortably brief period, Natalie rolled herself to Xander’s side. "You had to come out on top didn’t you?" she asked.
     "I told you you weren’t gonna win easy." She giggled and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back, and his tongue met hers. He looked into her eyes and said "You love me."
     "You love me, too," she said, and kissed him again. Then, laying back, she put her hands behind her head and gazed at the night sky. "I also have a star up there, Xander. Her name is Elbereth..." And so the two lovers lay, side by side, telling the stories of the ten thousand stars that circled above.

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