008 "Black: Nara Could Not Forgive Marsala For Leaving" by Abraxas 2010-02-03

Nara could not forgive Marsala for leaving. Yet, at that moment, at that instant, all those vestiges of heartbreak were swept away. Instead they embraced. Not a word was spoken. Only the rustle of trees and the roar of fields reminded that the world still existed.

Although it seemed it was just a Neosapien and a girl again.

"Was it yesterday?" she asked.

"To me - it's still today," he answered.


Fire - its light reflected off of the dome. They, those prisoners of time, huddled in front of the flames. Like the way it used to be within shadowy, dark pits where intimacy was bred.

Then hand met hand. She rubbed his thigh. He squeezed her shoulder. His leg twitched anticipating the magic of her touch. Her breath raced revealing undying, aching longing.

Marsala kissed Nara - a gasp escaped her lips as if they orgasmed.


She reclined and his legs straddled her body as he crawled. His knees touched her knees. His elbow rubbed her elbow. He lowered until their lips met.

"Release me..."

She reached and exposed his arousal then filled her body with it. Their eyes locked. He dug it deep still amazed she was able to accept all of it.

"Fill me..."

An owl fluttered its surprise above as it watched below - as discrete as they tried to be the lovers had been caught at last.

He stroked driven by her need, bucking, a raw display of intimacy. She cried and it echoed about the shell of the homestead. They clawed and dug into the ground as pleasures surged through their bodies which flexed and contorted wildly.

Nara felt his warmth filling her void and just the thought of Marsala erupting spurred her rupture.

Kissing, as waves of heat passed, they nestled against each other.

"Welcome home, Marsala..."

END