The Blooming World Ch 01

Act 1: Youth

Chapter 1: First steps

What was that feeling in the back of her throat? Was it excitement, the impatience of knowing she was about to live out her highest, brightest fantasies, the unbearable joy of finally walking on this path she had missed so much.

Alina looked back. Her mother and sisters were at the entrance of the house, waving at her as she was heading toward the sunrise. And she found herself waving back at them, a smile on her dulcet lips. Water came to her eyes as she saw her mother breaking down in tears.

"Don't cry mother, she thought. I'll be back before you know it."

So she turned around, facing the world. The sky was of gradient colors, a vibrant mix of orange and pale azure in the direction of the Sun, to a pitch-black void somewhere behind her. The Sun was always such a fascinating entity. Its light never reached more than one direction of the farm at any given time, making it a place stuck in a permanent twilight.

At the center of this dreamy landscape was the farm itself, seemingly the one and only place to be bathing in a permanent morning glow. The farm was a vast estate, filled with a number of different animals, and fields bearing exotic crops that were none other than Alina and her family's property. They were, quite literally, the only persons who lived in this small, secluded world. Today, the Sun was on the north, as indicated by the rooster-shaped wind vane perched on top of the house, and that made Alina's direction the north by default. Exploring the maze of forests and creeks around the farm was an activity that required the presence of the Sun.

Alina remembered everything clearly. Each time her father was about to go hunting, proudly wearing his shining golden armor and carrying that heavy sword of his, she kissed him goodbye and watched him leave by the window, in none other direction than that of the Sun.

Today, she was the one wearing the armor, along with the residual sorrow of losing him years prior to now. The sheathed sword was on her back, attached by a strap that ran along her shoulder and chest, mostly masked by the long blonde hair that ran down to her lower back. Like her father before her, she was off hunting, following a paved path which led straight into the forest.

As she reached the foot of the first trees, she turned around once more, noting that the farm was just a vague shape in the far landscape. Suddenly, she was free, all alone, with nothing more than a giant, mysterious forest as her playing field.

At first, she showed surprising restraints. Having a modicum of privacy was so much of a new concept to her that she still felt watched, despite being miles away from the farm. She just followed the pathway, taking in the beauty of the landscapes around her.

There was a rich wildlife, the singing of all kinds of birds and other unknown animals accompanying her every step. It felt so good to hear all those familiar noises after such a long time...

After a while, something forced her to deviate from the path. Among the clear, harmonious melody was a false note, a sound of distress and fear. It was a bird, whose tiny wings had gotten stuck in a tree branch. The poor little thing was all agitated, flapping its wings wildly in an attempt to get himself out of this trap.

Alina walked under it. The bird was a few feet above her head. No matter how far she extended her arms, she was still far from being tall enough to reach it. Desperate to help it, the blonde woman in a golden armor kept walking, looking closely around her.

Her inquisitive look was returned by that of a squirrel, standing on its hind feet. Alina cautiously walked toward it, making no sudden move. When she was close enough, she spoke in a low voice :

"Hey there little guy. Please, could you help me? Look." She pointed at the tree with the bird stuck in it. The squirrel turned its head in that direction. Then it looked back at Alina and nodded. She happily exclaimed : "Good! Come over here, I'll drop you up there."

She extended her hands. The squirrel climbed right on them. She walked back to the tree and moved her hand toward the highest branch within her reach, where she let the squirrel climb his own way up.

She lost track of it among the branches, but a short while later, she noticed it right next to the bird, gnawing at one of the branches with its teeth. The branch collapsed, letting the bird fly away free.

It came to nestle itself on top of Alina's left shoulder. She caressed it for a while, and in return, the bird sang her a happy melody. Then it flew off to join the rest of the choir.

Satisfied with her action, Alina walked back to the main path and kept on going. She tried to whistle in an attempt to imitate the birds, but as the angry bites of beaks of her flying assailants soon proved to her face, the wildlife didn't seem to appreciate such a poor imitation of their vibrant symphony.

After running away from them for a moment, she realized that the armor, as light as it was all things considered, still took a bite out of her stamina.

Curious to figure out just how protected she was, Alina raised her arms in the air, and let herself fall forward. She landed on her palms, lifting her legs in the same move to stand on her hands.

The combined weight of the armor and the sword on her back drove her to the ground quicker than expected, making her fall forward, flat on her back. Good thing was she didn't even feel anything, fully protected by the golden plates covering her almost from neck to toe.

She found herself on the ground, arms lying above her head, staring at the black trees looming over her and the warm orange sky. With a sigh, she stretched out her limbs, feeling more relaxed and at peace than she had ever been in the past. The only downside to her current situation was that she wanted to stay here forever.

Delighted shivers ran through her entire body. Soon she was lowering her arms to the level of her wide hips. Her gloved hands rested on her beige leggings, near the most sensitive part of her body. She started rubbing the leather against the leather, her fingers over the warm -and soon to be wet- spot.

The sudden growing arousal within her was not an unprecedented phenomenon. Back in the farm, every time her eyes darted toward the wilderness just outside the wooden fence, her legs started feeling weaker until all she wanted to do was lay on the ground and touch herself. Only the presence of her mother and sisters was enough to dissuade her from giving in to her urges, but there she was alone, with nothing to stop her.

That's the moment where she realized her hands were already mechanically pulling her leggings down. She winced as the fair skin of her curvy backside rested against the cold pavement, only partially covered by the red lace panties she wore. She exhaled softly as she relaxed, adapting to the temperature.

Now it felt good. Finally she could feel her moist labias teased by the contact of her gloves through the fabric. She worked her fingers alongside her lower lips, teasing but never pleasing. She was a perfect beginner in every way, her touch rough and experimental. When something felt good, she'd do it again until she got used to it, then she would move her fingers to search for another sweet spot. The pleasure was building up slowly over the time, but never quite exploding. Then came a time where she had enough of that. She took off her left glove and dropped it on the ground next to her, before moving her fingers under her panties.

The growing urge to relieve the pressure pushed her toward a more aggressive playstyle. Instead of continuing to rub the most pleasurable spots of the external part of her sex, she traced a line between her labias with her index before pushing her finger in.

She gasped. The feeling wasn't entirely new, but never had she felt it in such a playful and pleasurable moment. It actually felt a lot better than anything she would have expected. Working up a steady rhythm of push and pulls in her warm and decidedly wet sex, she quickly brought herself to moaning and shivering senselessly.

Something huge was about to hit her, she could feel it. Waves of pleasure came one after the other, each one driving her close to an unknown edge. Her voice faltered before vanishing, her unsteady breath coming to a complete stop. For a short moment, she remained completely silent, every muscle in her body flexed, her eyes closed, her mouth wide open.

And finally, it happened. A wave of pleasure so powerful it made her entire body quiver, made her moan louder than ever before as her index relentlessly massaged her most pleasurable spots. It kept on going for several minutes, almost making her wonder for how long could her body keep tormenting her like this, in the sweetest agony her mind could conceive. Finally it stopped. Only then could her lungs resume searching for air, allowing her to regain her senses at last and make her mind come out of its numbness. She sighed, rocked by the most memorable experience in her life.

She slowly opened her eyes, and found herself facing the Big Bad Wolf, its warm breath on her face, drool licking from its lips and falling right next to the blonde's head.

"Hello, Alina. It's been a long time."