A peal of thunder startled Summer awake. The goddess opened her eyes to see dark grey clouds in the distance, slowly moving in her direction. Even though it was still her season, there was a chill in the air. She knew what it meant. Standing up quickly, she brushed the leaves and twigs off her, a mixture of dread and excitement coursing through her.
During her season she made the forest her home, and she always loved the sounds of the creatures that lived here, and the way the warm breeze would blow through the trees.
Summer smiled, reminiscing on the memories of long summer days spent laying lazily near the lake, dipping her toes in the cool water or going for a swim. The humid evenings when the fireflies would emerge, and she would lay down in the lush green meadow to watch them hover around her, their tiny torches flickering.
Another crack of thunder brought her out of her daydream. It was all coming to an end, just like it did every year. The last vestiges of summer were fading away, and he was on his way.
Him. Autumn.
She felt the heat of desire pulse between her legs, and she touched herself there hoping to quell it. That only made it worse. She gasped at her own touch; her body suddenly electrified. No time for it now though, the storm was getting closer.
He was getting closer.
The chill had turned into a cold wind, sending Summer's golden hair flying in all directions. She shivered, the cold helping to slightly dampen her arousal. It did for a moment, until she could hear his voice calling to her. Faint at first, then louder.
"Come to me, come to me."
The goddess of summer closed her eyes, reveling in the sound of his voice. As if in a trance, she headed towards the storm and his voice, the wind wrapping around her and pushing her, like a cold embrace.
A bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the world around her, and there Summer could see him at the top of a hill, waiting for her. The thunder was deafening now, mixed with his voice, and Summer stopped suddenly, trepidation taking over for a brief moment.
They met like this every year, so it was nothing unknown, but their love only meant the passing of seasons, and never could amount to anything more.
Summer couldn't stand it, and wanted to run away from it. But she knew she couldn't. Summer had to end and autumn had to begin, and she could never resist him. Her desire for him was too great.
"Come to me." His voice again. She moved quicker now, pushing her way through the trees to get to where he was, the gusts of wind blowing harder.
When she reached the bottom of the hill, she looked up, but he was no longer there.
Where did he go?
A light rain was beginning to fall, sending more shivers through Summer's body. She frantically looked around, knowing that the time was drawing near. She called for him, but she heard nothing. His voice was gone and she could only hear the thunder and the wind.
Feeling fearful suddenly, Summer retreated back into the trees. She yelped when a strong hand grabbed her from behind, pulling both her arms behind her back and held them there, restraining her. Summer heard his voice again, this time up against her ear.
"I knew you would come."
"Autumn," she breathed, as he turned her around to face him. He kissed her then hard, pulling her to the ground with him as he did so.
He wasted no time in ripping the silk garment she wore from her body, leaving her lying naked before him. Without hesitation he pushed his fingers quickly inside her, finding her wet already. She gasped, and lifted her hips in response, inviting.
