  Beyond Love
Author:
Byron Anderson
She walks past the meadow to the forest beyond. The flowers
dance gently with the cool evening breeze, their fragrance
softly kissing her lips.
For most, this is enough, for it is a soft beauty, and it is the
care that offers rest to the searching of their heart.
Her heart is not searching for this love, so she walks past the
glade where the soft grass tenderly caresses the setting sun.
The small brook that weaves its way through the earth’s floor
sings a song of joy as the ground reaches up to hold it safe
within its banks. For others, this is enough, and it is the
comfort that offers peace their restless soul.
Friends and lovers offer her their hearts, and their souls, and
many beg her to stay, but her soul is not satisfied with this
comfort. The forest beyond is what she seeks.
Green and golden leaves sway in harmony with the gentle song the
wind plays on the branches. Small blooms release their petals to
drape her with a beauty seldom seen by mortal eyes. This is the
zenith of life, of love, and of joy, but she walks beyond the
shower of love into the heart of the forest.
Sunlight fades quickly as the forest engulfs her with a heavy
darkness. She makes her way past the fear that has humbled the
most powerful of men. The orchestra howls above her as the wind
twists and winds its way through the gnarled braches that form
the impenetrable canopy above. Dark hands reach out from the
darkness, scratching at her heart, clutching at her soul,
tearing at the very essence of her being. Terror of the mind’s
wanderings have forced those who have come before her to kneel
and pray for salvation, begging their Gods for mercy, but she
walks, traveling beyond even the farthest depths of man’s
imagination.
There is no path, no trail, no landmarks to guide her. She goes
to a place only her heart knows exists. Further down her journey
takes her, past all that is pure and holy, past Heaven and
earth. The flames now light her way as she journeys deeper into
her soul, entering the very depths of Hell.
The air is rancid, filling her lungs as it is absorbed through
her skin. Flames rage all around her, touching her flesh,
licking her skin, burning her soul, yet darkness is all she can
feel.
She stops in a place that offers no rest, but there is nothing
left. Nothing else exists beyond here, and she welcomes the loss
of her life. Moments pass as she waits, feeling nothing more
than the longing that has consumed her all of her life.
She can feel his eyes upon her. Her mind can feel his thoughts
touching hers.
He is there.
Blissful terror fills her soul at the thought of offering
herself to him as she removes the dress that protected her from
the eyes of Heaven, now offering her naked body to the demons of
Hell.Her eyes close to allow him to see her. His arms surround
her, wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. Her heart
jumps as the flames touch her lips. Her body trembles as the
demons clutch at her naked breasts. Beads of sweat erupt from
every pore, forming small rivers that trickle across her skin,
no shoreline to prevent them from following whatever course they
choose to take. The rivers of sweat rage as they travel down her
breasts, circling and boiling from the heat that fills her. A
small bead of sweat clings to her hard nipple, growing as the
rivers feed it. She cries out with pleasure as the flames ignore
her lips and devour her moist flesh, the bead of sweat now taken
deep into his mouth. His hands tear at her soul as they clutch
the soft skin of her ass. Her nipples ache as he draws them deep
into his mouth, his fangs scraping against her tender flesh.
She is led to her knees, her hands secured behind her, her eyes
blinded by the dress she had worn to hide herself from Heaven.
She is helpless
to resist as he steps in front of her. She knew if she resisted
or failed to accept him, the moment would escape, and the flames
would die. She opens her mouth and waits.
Flames rage inside of her as she takes him in her mouth, the
fire reaching deep into her soul. Over and over she relishes the
moment, feeling the heat as it presses against the back of her
throat, her tongue embracing the flame, then waiting for its
return as it almost escapes, stopping briefly at the edge of her
lips before returning deep within her mouth.
Over and over she embraced the fire, wanting more of it inside
of her, wanting it to fill her completely. She longs for him to
continue, to fill her mouth with his flames, to drink his power,
to swallow the fire of his passion. But he would not continue.
As her mouth begs for more, she feels him pull away.
He was there, she could feel his presence, but she could not see
or hear him. Only the flames raged inside of her now, making her
burn with wonderful terror.
Did he move? Had she heard his footsteps?
Her body tingled with fear and anticipation, knowing he was
there. He was watching her, looking at her naked body, toying
with her mercilessly. Her skin burned with desire as her breath
came heavily. She could feel her own breasts rising and falling
with each breath she took, the sweat rolling down to her hard
nipples. Her muscles tightened as a small trickle of sweat
teased its way down her tummy, torturing her skin as he was
torturing her thoughts.
She knew he was there. She could feel him. She could feel his
eyes on her, and she wondered how long he would make her wait.
Seconds passed like hours, minutes dragged on for days as she
waited. Fear leaped within her as she imagined what horrors he
had in store for her.
Fire leaped within her heart and she gasped for air when demonic
hands clutched her naked breasts. They were hard and firm,
tearing at her tender skin and pulling her forward. She could
not use her hands to brace herself as she fell, but was forced
to plummet helplessly forward into the darkness that surrounded
her, only the soft flames cushioning her fall as her head came
to rest on the same ground she knelt on.
She was more helpless now than ever and could not fight back as
she felt his hands lift her waist, pulling her hips higher into
the air.
Her breasts dangled beneath her, and she could feel the droplets
of sweat fall from her nipples. She knew he was looking at her,
laughing inside of himself. She was naked, her head supporting
her upper body, her ass raised to the heavens. She knew this was
her fate, and that she could not stop him.
The flames licked her most tender flesh as his tongue lashed out
at her, touching her, burning her, making her shiver from the
heat. She tried to cry out, but could not find enough air to
offer more than slight squeals as she felt his hands move down
her back, pushing a small pool of sweat between the cheeks of
her ass. His tongue burned the soft flesh inside of her as his
fingers followed the trail of moisture down to her small
opening. A brief cry finally did escape from her lips as his
finger invaded her from behind, his tongue still burning inside
of her from below. She could not see him, but only feel him
violating her. One hand burning her from behind, the other
replacing his tongue. The heat was intense and caused her to
scream as his fingers were plunged deep into her womb and
bowels. Over and over, in steady rhythm he reached deep inside
of her, burning her flesh with his.
Even the floods of moisture she was creating would not douse the
flames, and as she erupted to quench the flames within her, she
felt his mouth engulf her.
She wanted to stop, but could not. Over and over again he drank
from her, taking the wine of lust she offered deep into his
mouth. She could feel him swallow her nectar, and yet he begged
for more. How many times would he drink from her before the fire
was quenched? This she did not know, nor could she control it.
She was a fountain for him to rest at, and twice more he drank
her offering of love before releasing her from the sweet
torment.
She was exhausted, her body trembling and drenched with sweat.
Her breath came in short gasps as she fought to fill her lungs
with air. She needed to rest, be he would not allow it. She
tried to beg him to stop as she felt the flames that had earlier
filled her mouth now touch more sensitive lips, but her cries
went unheeded. Her body writhed, but his hands were too strong
as he pulled her hips to his. The fires of Hell raged inside of
her and she cried out once more as the flame penetrated her
forcefully.
She would not rest, but burn with a new flame now, a flame that
invaded her more deeply than his fingers had. Strong, powerful
thrusts rocked her back and forth, his hands tearing at the skin
on her waist. Over and over he burned her, letting the flame
explore the deepest recesses of her body. She felt one hand
release her, then felt her hair being gathered in one large
mass. Demonic screams of desire echoed from deep inside of her
as her hair was pulled back, forcing her hips to meet his.
Massive thrusts allowed him to enter her deeper than he had
before. His flame was touching her womb, burning it every time
his hips pressed hard against her. Nothing could stop him, not
even her screams for mercy, could she have even uttered them if
she had wanted to.
But she did not want to.
She did not want him to stop. She had known there was more than
just the meadow and the glade that so many others had settled
for. She had ignored the comfort of Heaven to make her way deep
into the recesses of Hell.
Somewhere deep in her mind she knew this was what her heart had
longed for, and she would not be denied this most sinful of
pleasures.
She was his completely, and she would never settle for less
again.
She could feel his flames erupt within her, and she knew her own
eruption would fuel those flames rather than quench them.
Bodies quivered helplessly as sinewy muscles tightened, forcing
his flames and hers to dance deep within her, mixing and
mingling together inside of her body.
Beads of sweat raged like rivers over their naked flesh, flowing
to the sheets below them.
This is the terror she had longed to surrender herself to all of
her life, the ecstasy she had always know existed somewhere deep
in her heart.
This was a knowledge that existed beyond the mind, beyond the
imagination, even beyond love.
Time had stopped.
There was nothing but their hearts drifting through the vast
reaches of time and space.
For a moment, there was no Heaven or Hell. There was no meadow
or glade.
Their souls reached for one other like fingers stretching across
the sky, and as their souls touched the very fires of Hell
erupted and engulfed Heaven, leaving nothing but their endless
love.
His trembling hands freed hers and then removed the covering
from her eyes before their bodies fell together on the bed, both
of them exhausted and spent, entwined forever in a love few
could ever fathom.
Others would roam aimlessly in the meadow, and more would come
to rest in the glade. Some might venture to the edge of the
forest, but their love had taken them to a place where both
demons and angels fear to tread.
This was her passion, and her desire. She would never again
settle for less.
She would never have to.
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