A Quicksilver Dream

Rachael found herself wandering a dusky dreamscape. She felt slivers of grass brush against her legs like the barest of whispers, dewy in the cool twilight. There weren't any notable features here; just grass as far as she could see, leading out to a muted and distant horizon. Rachael walked until the grass gave way to a still lake. The dim light turned everything a uniform silvery blue, and Rachael sensed no real difference between the endless water and the grassy meadow.

She stepped down onto the soft sand, delighting in the feeling of it spilling between her toes. She approached the of the water, a clear ring that seemed to slice the sky in two. Rachael stopped at the razor-smooth edge, surprised at her reflection. Above her shoulders crested two silver wings. An angel? she wondered.

"You're not even close, sweetheart," said a voice behind her. Rachael started. His was low and soft. Though it was barely above a whisper, she could hear the command it carried. He was waiting for her to turn around.

Slowly she obliged. The first thing she noticed was his pale alabaster skin. She raised a hand, turning it. Skin just like her own. Rachael could feel his eyes on her. She lifted her head to meet his gaze. He was tall. Short wavy hair, though she couldn't tell the exact color in this light. He had a firm jaw and a full mouth. As she stared into his dark, hungry eyes, she became aware of her nakedness. She flushed, hot with embarrassment.

"Don't be ashamed," he said, as if sensing her thoughts. Rachael then realized that the man was naked as well, and blushed harder.

He laughed. "So shy," he said, "for someone not nearly as innocent as they're pretending to be."

His words ran like drops of ice down Rachael's spine, eliciting a shiver.

She saw him grin. "An innocent wouldn't suspect what I'm about to do next." The look he gave her, full of fire and lust, kindled a heated flame in her as well.

Sensing her immediate reaction, the man moved towards her, and in one swoop captured her in his arms. He ran his hand down her back and Rachael gave a small moan. His presence, his touch, they all served to heighten her desire. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. She could feel his heat.

He began to kiss her tenderly, trailing kisses down her jaw and sucking lightly at her lips. Rachael gave another soft moan, and he slipped his tongue inside. Rachael felt her knees buckle at the sensation of him penetrating her. He probed gently at her tongue, feeling it with his own, and Rachael couldn't help but respond in kind, pushing back at him in order to explore his mouth. She was rewarded for her efforts with a moan, and the man pulled her in tightly, pressing her against him.

He moved his hands upward, to touch her shoulders, but found wings instead. He withdrew and a handful of feathers followed. Rachael barely noticed. It didn't hurt; there was the barest sensation of pressure as the soft white down dislodged itself from her wings.

The man was feeling her breasts with his fingertips, spiraling towards her nipples in ever-tightening circles. Rachael whimpered in anticipation. "Patience, love," the man said, tweaking her nipples before sliding his hands back down to her waist. Rachael leaned in and began kissing up the side of his neck in retaliation. The man stood stock still as she worked, and she was rewarded by the heavy sound of his breathing.

"Anxious, are we?" he asked. He gathered her into his arms and deposited her gently on the ground. The waiting sand was as soft as an embrace.

The man stopped for a moment to run his hand over Rachael's stomach, up towards her breast. His calloused hands against her soft skin left trails of electricity that seemed to flow straight to the pit of her stomach. She watched him intently, breathing with quick, sharp breaths through her mouth. The man looked up at her parted lips and dove in towards her, forcing his mouth onto hers, pressing her down into the sand.

He pulled her legs apart roughly and rubbed up against her, and was rewarded as she arched her back up against him and gave a loud moan. He kissed her deeply, propping himself up with himself up with left arm. His other hand inched lower and lower down; though he never relented with his passionate kiss. Rachael shivered as he touched the top of her thigh, every nerve burning with need. He cupped her left thigh in his hand, running his hand up and down the length of it a few times. Rachael groaned with impatience. He gave a small chuckle and reached over to nuzzle her neck and nip gently at her ear.

But it was nothing compared to the feeling of his finger as it brushed up against her swollen sex. Rachael felt another rush of heat and reached up to cling to the man's back. She cried out as he rubbed gently at her inner lips, feeling the ecstasy of friction. He added another finger, tracing up and down both sides of her wet slit until she was squirming beneath him. When she was close, he pulled his hand a bit higher and began to rub in quick, gentle strokes against her clitoris. He quickly brought her to the edge and then withdrew. Rachael whimpered. Her body ached to be full of him, and she thrust up towards him with her hips.

But the man was no longer there. He was slipping downwards, trailing kisses along her stomach. Rachael gasped as she felt his hot tongue pierce her. He thrust his tongue against her for a few moments before withdrawing, dragging its tip up Rachael's slit. She moaned in pleasure, moving her hips to try and get him to hit then sweet spot. But firm hands settled on her hips, keeping her motion to a minimum. The man caressed her with his tongue, paying lavish attention to every part of her except the one that Rachael longed for. He raised her to a fever pitch and then withdrew again, leaving her still unsatisfied.

He moved to kiss her again, and Rachael bucked against him, but it did nothing to ease her burning desire. She tasted the sweetness of her own sex on his mouth and buried her fingers in his hair, trying to press herself into him hard enough that they could merge.

The man quickly reached down and Rachel cried out in anticipation, sensing his intention. He made light circles around her sensitive nub with his middle finger until she tensed. He leaned back and pinched down gently with two fingers, while simultaneously guiding himself into her slick depths.

As Rachael came, she felt him slide into her and she tightened down on him. The man groaned and began to thrust slowly with his hips, leaning down over her. The feeling of his heat and his fullness inside of her intensified her orgasm. She felt wave after wave of endless pleasure; felt herself convulsing in time with each one.

The feeling died down, but even as it did, Rachael could feel a similar pressure building again. The man was still inside her, moving in a steady rhythm that excited her all over again. He began to move faster, and she could hear the wet sound of their sexes colliding.

She looked up at his face. It was hard and merciless; at this point he was interested only in sating his own unquenched desire. His complete dominance over her was thrilling; Rachael was aroused by his sheer power. As he moved faster and faster, it seemed almost as if her were trying to break Rachael's body with his own, slamming into her with each new thrust. Rachael's growing cries of pleasure wafted up to mingle with his own desperate moans as they carried through the twilight air.

Rachael came with a primal scream, throwing herself forward. Her head pressed against the man's shoulder; her nails dug into his back. She felt herself release, and her rhythmic convulsions threw him over the edge, as well. She felt him swell inside of her and heard him give a ragged cry. The hot rush of his orgasm flooded her and she moaned. The man all but collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as he emptied himself completely.

After a few moments he picked himself up and leaned back, sliding himself out of her. Rachael sat up and a swirl of feathers followed, twisting away into the night wind. She realized she could no longer feel the wings on her back. Though she hadn't noticed them while they were present, now that they were gone it was like a part of her was missing. She swiped at the quickly departing gust of feathers, but they slipped through her fingers like water.

The man reached out and grabbed one adeptly, holding it before him. Their eyes met for one brief moment--

Rachael opened her eyes. It was morning.

*** *** Author's note *** ***

This started out as a one-shot thing, but I could see it going somewhere. Let me know if you'd want to see more, and thanks for reading!

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