She fluffed her blue lace collar and tried to loosen her dark blue skirts. Tossing her hairpiece to the ground, she let her soft copper hair cascade softly over her shoulders. Her frown wore heavily on her face, darkening her usually bright green eyes. So much, work to escape the preparations for a wedding, a pre-arranged wedding. “In this day and age,” she frowned to herself, tossing herself down into the blooming daisies, the quiet wild flowers. The grass was tall and lying on the damp spring ground made her feel nearly invisible. She rolled to her back; not even slightly worried that her mother would be angry that her “spinster” daughter had grass stains on one of her best Sunday dresses. She would probably foam at the mouth like the Pastor’s dog had when it had gone mad and attacked the Young’s children.
The sun shined softly onto her face through the wonderfully green leaves of the huge oaks and birches around her. It wasn’t even midday yet. Her sigh chased away curious butterflies and she marveled at their pretty colors as they flew past. “What ever do I need a gentleman for?” She frowned and marveled at the way her breasts heaved while she lay on her back.
She tugged her skirt up around her waist, revealing her nakedness to the fresh spring air. A quiet giggle escaped her lips at the thought of the look her mother would have on her face if she knew that she was out without neither her stockings nor her knickers. The cool breeze felt great. Lying back, she let the gentle rays of sun soak into her. It wasn’t so long ago that she had learned there was more to life than waiting for a man to explore her inner self. Her soft fingers caressed lightly over the short soft hairs on her mound.
The world seemed to fade from her vision as she touched. A shiny armored knight lifted her casually to his horse, his hands firmly placed on either sides of her ribs. Her fingers explored the growing warmth, seeking the wetness. The horse galloped at a fast pace, taking her to his huge castle, there he would lay her on soft bearskin rugs, touch her tender eager flesh. His lips would press against hers.
She moaned gently as her fingers slid into the swollen lips and softly caressed her rising blossom. His hands would fumble at first, grabbing a bit roughly at her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her hard nipples. Gentle gasps of pleasure escaped her as she circled her blossom, feeling it throb lightly under her fingers. His clothes would suddenly crash to the floor, as he could no longer wait to embed his hard member into her. Oh, what her mother would say to know what her great aunt had told her not three summers ago.
His manhood would be hard, seeking and penetrating her, he would press deep into her as he sought to fill her with his seed. Her moans increased and she lustfully thrust two fingers into her throbbing hole. The sounds of his groans would bring her intense pleasure. Her thumb rubbed firmly against her blossom and her other hand began to massage her breast through her heavy clothes. Warmth was filling her, building hunger that filled her being, inch by inch. Intense desire to have something thrust into her, to feel the ecstasy that she had been told of. Her heart raced as she worked -her face flushing, her eyes rolled slowly up into her head. It would grow harder and harder as it filled her, needed to fill her to accomplish the thing that men needed. It would bring her to match his groans and moaning with her own.
She thrust her hips up as if to met him, but met something else instead. With a gasp she stopped, frozen to have been caught. Her eyes wide and searching, nothing was there, nothing but a small beautiful dragonfly that stared intently at her. Perched softly on her upper thigh, it sat there as if the very smell of her dripping flower pulled it near. Colorful, bright wings frozen, not moving. Then suddenly it was up; it’s wings caressing her legs like snowflakes during summer. A gasp broke from her lips as a sudden wave of passion broke over her. Her back arched, her eyes stared as it fluttered over her.
Slowly it came to her face, the suddenness of her orgasm leaving her breathing roughly, her eyes dilated as they tried to watch the swift movement of the purples and greens on it’s wings. It touched her eyelids, her checks, her lips, ever so softly and she gasped again. Then it was flying off.
Her heart racing, she jumped to her feet. “No,” she whispered. Strangely, she felt she must follow it, it mustn’t escape her. It wandered into the woods and she chased it. Her mind racing, not thinking clearly as sections of her clothes caught on the branches and tore. The bitter taste of blood, from a flying branch, went unnoticed as she wiped her face, never stopping her pace, never letting it escape her sight. She needed it, she didn’t understand how, but somehow she knew she needed that dragonfly.
Many times, she lost sight of it, but then like a ray of light it would be there, barely a few feet away. She hurried after it. Suddenly she watched as it entered a very dark cave. Summer moss gently grew around the rocks that lined it. Her breathing was ragged from the chase, her heart raced as if on fire. Nothing seemed to exist besides getting to the dragonfly. The summer breeze forgotten, the quiet meadow, long left behind.
Her footstep into the small cave created an echo, it made her freeze. Somewhere in the depths she could hear what sounded like a waterfall, but in the darkness she could make out nothing. A musty smell filled her nose, and she felt mildly dizzy. It was as if the darkness seeped into her, filling her with a light chill that made her nipples harder and goose bumps crawl across her skin.
If it could be heard, the dashing sounds of her heart would have echoed dramatically through the cave. She stared about in defeat, how would she ever find the beautiful creature in here? Carefully she took another step. The echo sounded again, this time a gentle scuffle seemed to follow, and on the edge of her hearing -what seemed to be hushed voices.
“Good day,” she called timidly. Fear was creeping in to replace the excitement that had pressed her on this far. “Anyone there?” Risking another step, she moved further into the darkness.
A small light glowed from someplace; she was not sure where but it was there. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears now, she shook throughout her entire being, but something urged her on. Another footstep, the hushed voices seemingly louder, her fingers rubbed against the rough cool walls of the inside of the cave.
Eagerness began to get the better of her, just a few steps more, to see if her mind played tricks on her. Somewhere she wondered if demons could be about. She had heard of such things, far into the woods that lured in women and slaughtered them, after raping them horribly.
Her feet moved away from her, the ground broke away and a scream burst from her lungs. She was falling, fast. Hands and legs kicked out; nothing to grab to, as even the wall evaded her touch. Cool air pushed her skirts up around her waist, flooding the warmth of her nakedness and sending a tremble through her frightened body. Then the blackness was complete, only broken by her fearful cries.
Glowing green lights touched her eyes as they opened. Blinking rapidly, she tried to recall what had happened. Something soft lay beneath her head, and something moved at her shoulder, causing her to startle.
“There, there, li’le one. Nothing ‘o be frigh’ened of in this place. Migh’ be a nigh surprise’, but na’ afrai’.” A quiet, friendly voice spoke as something damp touched her forehead.
