He moved carefully through the tall green reeds, wiping spidery webs of grass from his brow as he went. His hands moved steadily from one sandy patch on the bottom of the lake to another. The silvery fish darted in and around the motion of his muscular body.
He now had full view out across the water to the granite ledges that lined the ancient lake's western edge. The last of the summer sun's twilight rays moved across the wet ripples, just as a full white moon was rising above the evening mist.
The water was cool and fragrant. He inhaled deeply and commit the scent of it to his memory. If the Goddess showed him favor, he would be captured this night. If he were blessed, his mouth would savor the sweetness of the earth itself, shrouded in the mysteries of the Lady of the Lake. His cock was growing hard and ready with anticipation, despite the water's degree. His muscles tensed as he continued along the shoreline. He paused first at the sound of a thrush, then again at the croaking of a frog.
She moved silently through the water. Behind and beneath him. Pausing as he did, then onward in his wake. Her soft breasts were full and her nipples were hard with her own excitement. He was not her beloved, whom she sought. This Mortal from the Village was but the prelude to their ritual. And, he was their chosen one. Knowing this excited her more.
She moved faster to quicken his senses. That he might know she was there, but not know when she might strike. She enjoyed his anticipation as much as her own. The water, wrapping itself around her arousal, soothed her hurried desire.
She suddenly realized her moment and reached out her firm hand. Grasping his feet, she pulled his nude and now writhing body alongside her own. If she could reach his lips he would belong to her. This night she would possess the magic to afford her such freedom, as only the solstice might bring.
It happened quickly and he was not prepared for her strength and speed. His body reacted with a jolt. Before he could comprehend the capture he so desired, he was moving to the deepest part of the lake.
His breath quickly escaped his lungs and his arms stretched to reach for the surface of the lake. It was fast and furious, the shift in his mind to relax. To wait for the coming rush of air he needed so desperately. When it did finally come, he found himself resting on the shore, beneath the great stones.
Her mouth came to his then, and his breathing subsided. Her lips were full and searching for his passion. She pressed her mouth to his and he responded with a lust to match her own. They savored the taste of one another. Heartbeat matched heartbeat. Breath matched breath. She felt the kiss grow within her, freeing her power. Strength pulsed throughout her body.
She moved her hands across the smooth skin of his chest. Ran her fingers over his hardening nipples. Then she bent to tease and suck them with her tongue. He moaned and reached his arms out to her for a warm embrace. Searching for her mouth again, his lips sucked and bit at hers. He held her closely then, his lips pressed to hers, his tongue reaching deep and dancing with her own.
Her breathing came hard, as he rolled her beneath him and drew his body back. He was quite suddenly kneeling between her legs. He stretched them wide with his hands, and opened her thighs. He watched her arch her back and raise her arms above her head, while her fair breasts rose to the darkness of the deep sapphire sky.
It was his time. He bent forward and with his mouth he sucked hard upon one erect nipple and then the other. His hands reached for and held her own. Their fingers entwined as if clinging to life itself. Then their mouths gently sucked and bit and kissed once again.
He reached a hand down along her flesh. Across her waist. Along her hips. Down between her legs, to where her clit was surrounded by soft curly hair. There, he began to gently move his fingers over the delicate folds. She was already flowing wet with cum and ready for him. He reached a finger inside. Then two. Then three. In and out he moved them. Massaging, probing, luring her body to release every tension, until she lay limp. Belonging to him and only him.
There was a sound in the trees and brush nearby. A movement. The rustling of leaves. The snapping of a twig. Out from the darkness the man stepped, into the soft glow of evening air. He was the Knight of the Castle. The legend who kept all their dreams alive.
He also was nude. His own muscular body was slicked with sweat. His hand was on his hard cock, shiny from early cum, and moving slowly up and down. He paused some distance from the Mortal, who bent over his Lady. Then he lay casually on the sloping ground near the shore.
He was close enough to observe and still far enough to leave the couple undisturbed. His hand kept a steady pace, moving along his shaft, then under his balls, then back to his shaft. Slippery and wet and hard.
The Lady lay as if in a trance, not moving and not knowing when the next sensation might overtake her. The Mortal had raised his head, if only for a moment. He had seen the Knight, who nodded to him with approval. It was the unspoken request for the Mortal to continue what he knew was his own limited pleasure.
This night the Lady belonged to him, if only briefly. She began to sigh, as all the while he continued to stroke between her legs. An open vessel for him to explore. He nodded reverently back to the Knight in silent agreement. Then he concentrated once again on the gift that the Goddess brought to him this night. His silent, answered prayer.
He gently bent between her legs. His mouth moved to lick delicate folds of skin and to separate her tender flesh. He licked slowly and gently. Up and down. Tasting the lure of her sweet cum, he reached his tongue inside and drank deeply. A soft moan escaped from her. He reached his arms along the sides of her body and caressed her now hot breasts and belly and thighs. He held her firmly in the sand, which shifted and moved with their bodies, a gritty second skin.
She could wait no longer. Her own movement was suddenly fast and sure. She gripped his shoulders, bent her legs to her sides and placed her feet in the sand. She rolled onto him in one swift movement. Now he lay beneath her.
