by AWillowsDream

Created on: January 23, 2010

ARIANWY

            Shining, the crystal globe floats gently through the incense-filled, smoky air landing safely in its new place amongst the others.  Suspended around the perimeter of a small, elliptical room these glowing crystals completely blotched out the walls and the ceiling.  Nothing else resides in here, other than the sweet smell of incense burning from some invisible source.  A beautiful sight; this room, with its myriad of sparkling colors that coalesce and spiral, mixing with the filmy smoke.

            Arianwy giggled mischievously as she looked at her handiwork through the glossy, black scrying mirror.  “Ahhh...Another foolish soul added to my ever-growing collection of those who have fallen in the trap of my spell.”

            “So many my sheik, little faerie?  Oh, what shall become of me when I bore you as have all the others?”  Asked the handsome bronze-skinned man lounging on her silky bed of flowers.           

            “Oh, my lovely Bell” sighed Arianwy as she flitted over to her current lover and kissed him passionately on the lips, pulling back hard on a fistful of his sandy blonde hair.

            He brushed the golden hair from her face looking deeply into her pale, purple eyes.  “I know, I know.  I have been here the longest and you never tire of my affections,” Bell answered for her, caressing her milky, young flesh.  Gentle, he slid his hand up her small silk coverlet to tease at her left nipple between his soft poet’s finger and thumb.

            “Tis but a twisted hobby, my beautiful man.  You knew this when you asked if you could stay with me.  I will not change and you do not bore me as of yet.”  Uninterested in talk, the pristine girl with her shimmering, crystal-like wings threw off the small robe she wore to reveal an apple bottom and perfect melons for breasts not unknown to the young tanned human’s soft, knowing touch. 

            “Take me

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