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Writer & Owner -(C) Toto 2005 (Resident Writer of SheBitch Erotica)

Author: Toto
Rating: NC-17-sexual cont.
Fandom: none
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Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are mine and any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I wrote this fic for entertainment and plagiarism is not tolerated.
Summary: A young immortal craves the touch of her dead lover and he comes to her on the spring wind.

***********TO FEEL HIS LOVE*******1/1**********

The ear splitting scream of a screech owl breaks the solitude of the peaceful evening, causing the spring peepers to cease their melodic love songs to one another. The cool breeze picks up speed, rustling new leaves that seem to be holding to their limbs by sheer luck. The scent of wet earth and early grass washes over the woman who sits, back propped against the hard granite of her lover’s headstone. The wind whips over her short cropped hair causing a tingling sensation. She closes her deep blue eyes, and weeps yet again for lost love and her own lost mortality.

She turns her head so that her soft, white skin may touch the hard surface and she murmurs his name.

“Leland, my love.” She turns around and stretches her long legs out in front of her, causing her short skirt to ride up further on her hips. She stares down at her boots and frowns. The wind picks up and caress’s her cold skin, seeming to envelop her in a loving embrace. “Come to me, love.” She whispers and inhales deeply. She hears the owl in the distance and the peepers have begun their chorus once again.

She tips her head back and stares at the full moon, repeating his name over and over again. The wind continues to pick up and begins to howl in and around the headstones, singing a song meant only for her ears. She finally feels his touch on her face, his kiss on her lips, soft and full. She keeps her eyes closed not wanting to lose him as his body lowers over hers, his weight bearing down on her. His fingers move under her blouse and tease her nipples, causing ripples of excitement to overtake her. She parts her thighs as if to except him into her and a moan escapes her lips as exploring fingers part her willing nether lips.

“Keenya.” Her name whispered in the night, as she arches her back, wanting him to take her so badly. His skin is warm next to her cold skin as their bodies entwine with one another’s.

Take me quickly, Leland, before it’s too late.” Her voice is filled with such urgency as if simply uttering the words will take him away from her. She growls as fingers plunge in and out of her wet folds, lips nipping and suckling at her, his breath coming out in sharp puffs. Finally, she feels his hardness press against her and he hesitates for a moment. She bucks her hips up to his as if forcing him to enter her, but he does not. She forces herself to keep her eyes closed for is she opens them, she knows he will be gone. The wind continues to howl and she begins to quiver; from anticipation, or fear of losing him yet again. She knows not, but wills him to take her.

“Leland, please.” She opens her mouth to speak more, but his lips cover hers, kissing her harshly as if wanting to cause her pain or shut her up. His teeth catch her lower lip as he plunges his shaft deep inside her. She yelps out in pain and feels a trickle of blood run from her lip. He licks her lip and chin and continues to pump into her, his hard body pinning her to the cold earth. The stay coupled this way until he finally grunts into her one last time and whispers that he loves her. She cries out and attempts to grab onto him as his body leaves hers. “Nooooooo.” Her eyes snap open as the wind dies down, leaving only a light breeze again and the cacophony of the peeper’s song heavy in her ears.

She drops her head and her chest heaves with great, heavy sobs that tear from her chest and roar from her lips. She knows not why or how this happens, but it does and she longs for it. With every full moon, she finds herself here wanting him, craving him. She knows she should have died with him, but instead her Master, her sometimes tormentor chose to give her the gift of eternal life. Alas, a life without her dear Leland. She sometimes knows not how she will endure forever without him, but for these reunions, she could not endure. She doesn’t question the how of it, but simply takes it for what it is and will come here for eternity to feel his fiery touch again. To feel his love again.

~the end~

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