Fantasia Pt 03

I dreamed about Nina last night. I still wonder whether my "real" visits with her are much more than dreams. But in my heart I believe them. And they have actual consequences in my everyday world. I look at the grass stain on the pants I wore yesterday. This is real. I sniff the stain. It still has the unique aroma of Miralea.

I decide to replace the pants rather than having them cleaned. I managed to bring back a trace of Miralea with them. If anything happens, I will retain that as more than just a memory. A proof to myself that something did happen, that Nina is real.

And I am going to be a father. I do not understand how, but Nina told me that I would be able to raise my son. With her. My heart is filled with joy as I consider the thought. And somehow I know she is right.

I have another tennis match with Eric after work today. I know he will laugh at me, but I have to tell someone Nina's news. My news. And no one else would even vaguely believe me. The work day is a blur.

Eric is a little late for our tennis and insists on starting the first game immediately when he arrives. My tennis is awful. I can't really stay focused. Finally, Eric says, "Are we going to play tennis, or are you just going to moon over your maiden? I take it you saw her again last night."

I nod.

"Well, I guess you need to tell me about it. Maybe that will let you get your mind here. It's too easy to even enjoy taking points off you like this. And I am certainly not getting a work out."

"She's pregnant."

"Yours? So soon?"

"It was more than two months later for her. And yes, it's mine. She says it's our son. And she says I will be able to raise him with her."

"So you are talking yourself into being there permanently."

"No, I don't think that is the plan. And this feels very planned. I just don't know by whom. But I asked her and Charles about staying, and they both strongly said no."

"Who is Charles?"

"The butler guy who lets us in."

"You know his name?"

"Yeah, I asked. I am getting to like him."

"So if you are not staying, how are you going to raise a kid there."

"I don't know. I don't think she knew either. But she said we would be together all the time. I don't understand, but I do believe that it is true."

"You certainly want to believe it, at least. Do you think you are ready to play tennis now or are you still dreaming about raising an imaginary child with an imaginary woman?"

"I think I can give you a little more of a game at least."

She is not imaginary, I think. I do not know what she is, but I did not imagine her. And I do give him a better game. Not my best, but I at least made him break a sweat.

I grab a light dinner on my way to Wisteria Lane. Momentarily, I wonder if Miralea would feed me immediately if I went there hungry. But I don't want to use up any of my favor on something so mundane, so I eat now.

"Good evening, sir," Charles says as the door opens for me. "If you will follow me."

We stop briefly to allow me to pay and then I head in what might have been the same door as yesterday.

I peer through the lone keyhole, seeing Nina sitting under the tree as usual. I notice the cherry tree is full of ripe fruit today. For the first time in my visits to Miralea, The sky is overcast. I quickly open the door, ignoring all signs of my world disappearing as soon as I step into hers.

I run to her and she gets up a little slowly, to hug me. If I did not know Nina so well, I would not have noticed her slight bulge. To me, knowing her body as intimately as I do, the pregnancy is starting to show. She takes my hand and places it on her belly.

"You can feel Alexander move if you hold your hand here," she says in her lyrical language that I can mysteriously understand.

I leave my hand long enough to feel our son move.

"So he is to be called Alexander?"

"Of course, because that is his name."

Her certainty of knowledge of things I would consider unknowable in the present always amazes me. And she almost never gives this awareness a second thought. I don't know whether she is born of magic or simply entwined with it, but her foresight and my magical access to her seem likely linked.

She now throws her arms around my neck and kisses me passionately. Her love for me is as unquestioned as her divined knowledge. I feel blessed to be the recipient. I do not question my passion for her, my desire for her. I do have questions about who she is. What she is. If she is. Whoever she is, even if this is all an illusion, I love her.

I return her kisses with equal passion.

She stops kissing me just long enough to say, "I need you inside of me."

"I want to watch you as we do."

I pull my arms from around her and pull up on her blouse. She releases my neck and holds her hands over her head as a pull it the rest of the way off. I kiss each nipple before turning my attention to her skirt, which I push down over her hips, allowing it to fall to the ground. She steps back out of the skirt and I admire the naked beauty before me.

Only now do I see the small adornment she is wearing, new since my last visit. A single thread drapes around her hips with a small white disk threaded over it, hanging between her belly button and her golden mane. I step forward and pull it closer to me. I immediately recognize the disk; it is the button I lost from my shirt on my last visit.

Her baby bulge is more obvious now and her breasts are somewhat larger than usual. Her condition only enflames my passions. And my heart soars with the understanding that I am going to be a father, that Alexander, my son, is in that bulge.

"I want to watch you take off your clothes. And you left me a gift last time you did!"

I take off my shirt first, but I do not lose any buttons this time to add to her jewelry. I crouch to untie my shoes and slide them off before pulling my socks off.

"Would you like to keep these as another gift?" I ask, offering her my socks. "Does it get cold here in the winter? These could help keep your feet warm."

"I have never felt cold, other than the water, but I will cherish them, Peter."

She drops them on her clothes.

I reach out and pull her towards me. The feel of her naked body pressed against me is divinity incarnate. We hold each other for a few minutes and kiss before she slides down and takes my semi-erect member into her mouth.

Her attentions soon has it at full mast and she pushes me over onto my back. She straddles my midsection and slowly impales herself on my pole. Her whimpers start almost immediately with my first penetration.

The other time we tried this position, she was still wearing her skirt, which impeded my visuals. Now I ogle the penetration keenly. This is probably my favorite position to watch; I enjoy watching her swallow my manhood time after time, only to be released once again.

I reach up and fondle her breasts while she rocks on and off my erection. Her whimpers slowly morph into moans as the speed of her rocking increases. The motion has become frenetic when the moans are erased by a loud shriek. I feel her muscles squeezing my cock, which now erupts, flooding her with my seed.

She leans down and kisses me, before saying, "Let's eat. Ever since I stopped getting sick every morning, I want to eat all the time. I think it is why I am getting fat."

She giggles and climbs off me. I stand up and we walk back to the tree where she picks up a slightly larger basket than usual. I guess she did say she is hungrier now.

We sit in our usual spot under the tree, naked, cross-legged, and facing each other as she pulls the bread and cheese out. I wonder what culinary delights still await us.

We feed each other pieces of bread and cheese until it is all gone. After our meal, we go down to the pool to take drinks from the creek. The water is sweet and refreshing.

As Nina is leaning over, drinking from the pool, I am watching her exposed privates. Entranced, I step up behind her and begin to finger her. She is soon moaning. She puts her hands on a large rock in the stream, supporting herself.

I shift from my fingers in her to my cock, newly resurrected during my explorations of her inner most treasures. I drive in and out of her aggressively. It does not take me long to find my second release.

Knowing that she has not had a similar opportunity, I wrap both arms around Nina and pull her upright in front of me. I am still inside her as I shift one hand up to a breast and the other down to find her pleasure point. Her moans are back with more need as I fulfill her wants. After a few minutes, my still mostly inflated cock feels her spasms squeezing me as she reaches her release.

I stand holding her for a while, until my fully deflated member succumbs to gravity and slips out of her canal. We walk back to the top, arm in arm, and lie together on the grass, watching the gray clouds float past. She rolls over towards me, kisses a nipple once, and rests her head on my chest. I gently rub her back and she hums a tune I have never heard. A hauntingly beautiful melody. I drift off to sleep with the song in my head.

We are awoken abruptly by a torrential downpour. We leap up and run under the tree for at least partial respite from the deluge. We stand holding each other, her back against the trunk of the tree. When the first clap of thunder arrives, she buries her face into my chest and pulls me around her as much as possible. I clutch her tightly, trying my best to protect her from the ravages of the thunder and lightning. On every boom and every crack, I can feel her cringe, as the storm continues to rage about us.

Finally, the storm is moving on, the thunder fading into the distance. I can feel her slowly relax. As she does, I shift from trying to encase her with my arms to gently stroking her back. She looks up at me, with gratitude and love in her eyes. We kiss until she announces, "I am hungry again."

I expect her to fetch the basket but she reaches up and picks two cherries, putting one in each of our mouths. I am shocked to realize that these cherries have no pits, so nothing to spit back out. She reaches a bit higher and picks another dozen or so and we begin a mini feast of cherries. Still not sated, she picks the last few within reach.

"Those are all for you," I say, "You and Alexander."

She smiles, pats her belly and eats her last sweet treats. Once they are gone, she looks again, but the next branch of cherries is out of her reach.

"Pick me up, Peter."

I put a hand on each side and lift her up. I bend my knees slightly, until her feet rest on my knees, with her back against the trunk. As she stretches her arms over her head to reach more cherries, her breasts are pushed out forward, right into my appreciative face. As she treats her mouth to the cherries, I nibble on the two little red delights thrust into my face.

I am still nibbling on her nipples when she has had her fill of cherries. Her mouth now free, she starts to moan. Her moans and her breasts have brought my cock back to life. I lift her up slightly and shift us to a different spot on the trunk. I lower her down onto my member, getting a contented sigh from Nina. I slowly lower her backwards until a fork in the tree supports much of her weight. I reach a hand down to find her pleasure spot as I begin to pump into her. Her moaning from before is now more of a groan, demanding another release. And it comes together for us.

My body cannot support her weight much longer. Once we have calmed, I lift her off me and lower her to the ground, eliciting a sound of disappointment from Nina. Even her moans and sighs have a lyrical sound to them.

Standing on the ground, she looks at me with desire in her eyes. "I am hungry for more than just food today. I want you again."

I look at my withering member and shake my head.

"You are right and I need to save you for one more special thing before you go."

She pauses for a minute before declaring, "I have a different idea."

She reaches into her basket and pulls out a vegetable that looks like a slightly large cucumber, but brownish-orange in color rather than the expected green. She sits in front of me on the ground, spreading her legs and opening her lips. She gradually slides the vegetable into her. I watch fascinated as the makeshift dildo slides in and out of her. On each entrance, her lips are forced open by the intruder, seemingly against their will, but on each exit, those same lips grip the phallic produce, trying to retain their captor.

Nina is beginning to pant as the movements of the gourd are becoming more rapid. She brings her other hand to her clitoris; moments later she is shuddering with her second orgasm in a matter of minutes. Her chest is heaving and she has her eyes closed with a big grin on her face as she recovers from the pair. I give her a moment before saying, "Feel better now?"

She opens her eyes to look at me and, smiling broadly, nods her head contentedly. Pulling the intruder from her canal, she announces, "I am hungry for food again."

She reaches into the basket again, now pulling out a small jug, which she uncorks. She takes a bite of the gourd, or whatever it is, exposing its bright orange flesh within. She pours a little oil from the jug on the exposed flesh, taking a bite of oil, rind, and orange flesh at once. I sit beside her. She pours another drizzle of the newly exposed flesh and offers me a bite of my own.

I accept the offering. I first notice the taste of her juices on the outside of the makeshift dildo, a taste I will never tire of. The rind itself tastes mostly like the rind of a cucumber, with its crunch and slight bitter tang. The oil is something close to an olive oil. And the plant's flesh is a unique taste, somewhere between cantaloupe and mango. All in all, a very pleasant flavor sensation.

I let her, and Alexander, have more than three quarters of the produce, while I am satisfied with an occasional piece for myself.

When she has finished the snack, she turns to me and says, "We need to have an important talk now, Peter. This will be our last talk here in Miralea. I will miss this time together."

I start to say, "But, I will come ba-."

She puts a finger to my lips to stop me. "No, you will not. You cannot. It will not be allowed. Our time together here is almost finished."

I am sure I look heart broken. I am heart broken. She had promised we would be together.

"Do not be sad. We will still be together. I will come to your world soon. But I will only remember this place as a dream. I will miss my home. I must be content with the knowledge that we will be together forever in your world. Where we will raise Alexander."

I give her a hug.

"There is one more thing you must do. You must take me one more time and fill me with your essence again before you leave, or I will not be able to join you there."

I am a little worried. Expecting a fourth performance out of me is iffy. And my entire future life depends on my ability to do this. I am trying to regain a full erection with mixed success.

She leans over and takes my semi-erect member in her mouth. I expect her to run her mouth up and down as she has in the past. But she clamps her lips around me and hums the tune she had sung as well fell asleep. I can feel my cock taking its full size and shape, almost magically.

She pulls off my member and turns away from me on all fours. I start to press myself into her love canal, but she speaks up.

"That is not where I need you now. You must fill my third orifice, the one that we have not explored yet. Grab the oil to help, but do it quickly."

I pour a small pool of oil onto her anus and use a finger to spread it around. Then I push the finger into her back entrance, pushing as much oil as I can with it.

I have only had anal sex once, near the end with Amy, when the surgeries prevented vaginal intercourse. She wanted to experience me again, knowing it might be our last chance. It was the last orgasm she ever had with me inside any part of her.

I push myself against her entrance, but Nina is very tight. I can see her face wince in pain as I am pushing.

"Push harder Peter. It will hurt for a moment, but then it will feel good. You must do this."

I push harder and manage to gain entry. She yelps in pain for a moment and then moans, seemingly in pleasure.

"Do it Peter. Take me hard. Fill my last hole."

I am slamming myself into her. She is starting to howl. I can feel my release coming. She screams "YES!" at the top of her lungs and then just grunts loudly over and over as I am pumping her more full than I thought was possible for me at this point.

Just as my release finishes, the gong sounds.

She yells, "Go Peter. Hurry!"

I pull out and gather my clothes and run towards the door materializing a short distance from us. As I am opening the door, Nina says the last words I expect to hear, "I will always be with you, Peter. Our love will carry us to new places. Goodbye."

Those were the same words Amy said to me just before she died.

Once through the door, I turn to get my last peek, but the door no longer has a keyhole to peer through. I sit on the floor, still naked, just shaking and crying. I am not ready to say goodbye to Nina and Miralea. I still need this. I can feel the darkness inside me gaining ground again.

For the second time in six months, I lost a true love as she said the same words to me.

I tell myself that Nina promised she would be here with me. With Alexander. Forever. She seemed to have divine knowledge that I am not privilege to. If I loved Nina, I must trust in her conviction that we will be together. The thought stems my slide back into the abyss, but I am still somewhat in shock.

I manage to get dressed, minus any socks. I open the door to face my world again. Charles is outside, waiting, as expected. I take my watch, exactly one hour again, which includes my time sitting on the floor before getting dressed. This place knew exactly how long I would cry.

"I will not even ask you if tonight was satisfactory, sir."

"Satisfactory is hardly a word I would use to describe tonight, Charles, but I will not be asking for my money back."

"I did not expect so, sir. I think you understand that you will not be welcomed back here again. At least not unless you need us again. And I hope that is not for a long time, if ever."

"I understand, Charles. I hope you are right. I will miss this place. I will miss you, Charles."

"I will miss you too, sir. Very few visitors have ever asked for my name before. Every one of you who did was a special visitor."

We reach the front door. I turn to Charles and shake his hand. "Goodnight Charles. And thank you."

"Thank you, sir. And good luck to the three of you."

As I walk away, I wonder how much Charles knows about what happens inside. The three of us. I can only assume he means Nina, Alexander and me. Somehow, that makes me feel a bit better. Maybe it is just that someone on this side of the door believes the three of us will be together.