Your long, thick blonde hair is no match for the invited summer breeze that is blowing unseasonably hard this early afternoon. You walk along the dirt trail that carves a path from the village where you live to your favorite place to sit and be alone: A lake, with a beautiful view, and where you go to find peace and quiet. You take this walk often, most times just to get away and be alone so you can collect your thoughts and recharge your inner self. Today is one of those days when you feel that this is very necessary.

You are wearing a black dress, the hem just above the knees, and this hem does a provocative dance with the wind as you are walking along the trail as you reach your anticipated destination. �Here at last!� you exclaim out loud in a relieved tone, as a deep sigh chases the words from your lips. You approach the edge of the water, to gaze across its vast openness and suck back the air from the waterfront that just expelled from your lungs in the last breath, and it felt just as good. The water washes against the shore, whispering to you an invitation for you to come in and cool yourself from the heat of Summer. You feel that this is such a wonderful idea and spontaneously remove your dress over the top of your head. You kick off your shoes and in a playful manner remove your panties and both are placed on the dress that you�ve placed carefully on a rock a few feet from the shore, and walk into the water.

The temperature of the water as it crawls slowly up your legs as you tread deeper is just perfect. The water seems to inject each spot of your skin it touches with vibrancy, and brings you to such a high. As you wade out to waist-deep water, you submerge yourself into the magical water. You�d give all of your strength to always feel this good and this energetic. You emerge from underneath the water and begin to play about a bit, splashing around like a little girl--like the little girl that is in you--the one who is happy, carefree and enjoys life. The water plays back, stimulating your skin, taking all of your cares away. In time, coupled with your long walk here, it also takes your energy, telling your body that a nice relaxing sunbath would do you all the good in the world.

You splash your way almost reluctantly from the warm waters and step back onto the shore. Your body glistening from the water, and your hair clinging to you tightly, you spot your favorite place to lay and soak in the sun�s rays. As you begin to go in that direction, you happen to glance down at your clothes. You notice that there is a piece of paper that has been placed underneath your shoes. Shock strikes your body, panicingly looking around for the one who had placed it there, but see no one. Cautiously, you pick up the piece of paper, and see a note on it. You look around you again, still seeing no one, and begin to read the note:

�I�ve spent what seems like a several lifetimes from what seems like universes away, admiring a beauty that shines as bright as many suns combined, and sensing a love and caring that is as strong as the all of the forces of nature combined.

All of this, ironically, has created a prison in which I dwell lonely. I live alone in exile, shunned and chastised, declared a monster by society. All believe me to be nothing more than a beast and a danger to them.

I have accepted my fate, my curse. But my heart weeps on this letter to you, over the brim, pouring onto the page. I cannot contain my feelings for you any longer. My heart will burst as sure as the sun will shine if I don�t share my thoughts with you.

The only joy that exists in my life is when you come here to this place. My life otherwise is stone-cold and empty. You, unknowingly until now, have been my sun, my air, my universe, and most importantly, my hope. I sense that you are the one: The one who will break the curse, melt the stigma that has encased my very soul for centuries. I know that you are the one that possesses the largest and most powerful heart in the universe, and that you are capable of loving me as much as I do you. You see with your heart much more clearly than with your eyes, and only you can help me.

You are the one who can see beyond my horrid case; the one who can find my warmness, my caring. I implore of you to please follow the trail that I have left for you, to my lair. I promise to cause you no harm, on my word and honor. I beg you, come to see me now.�

Again, you look around for the one who has left you such a deep, touching, heart-felt letter. No one in sight.

Many questions all at once fill your brain: Who is this with such a care-filled heart, who thought they were so bad that he spent his life in solitude? How could anyone with such sweet pen and touching emotions be a danger to anyone? Where is this trail in which he refers?

Upon this thought, you notice upon the ground a narrow patch of a golden glow that stretches all the way to the trees in the distance. A shudder of both fear and curiosity strikes you, as you wonder what kind of magical force that this is that provides such a sight. You decide, despite the fact that you fear that it may be the last thing that you do, to follow this golden path to see what destiny has in store.

You dress yourself and step onto the golden path. You reach down to touch it with your hand to see if it is real. You see your hand enter it and realize that it is light, a glowing golden light. You�re mystified, and begin to follow the strange glow toward the forest. As you walk, all uneasiness seems to seep from the pores of your skin and effortlessly evacuate.

As you reach the edge of the forest, a split-second of darkness blinds your eyes, and in this blink, you find yourself at the massive opening of a cave. You find yourself slightly dizzy and disoriented, wondering if what just happened to you really did in fact happen. A bit of the fear returns to you, and you feel an urge to turn and run, but your curiosity gets the best of you, and you do not. You enter the cave, and it looks like any ordinary cave. It is a bit cool, and the entrance begins a gradual descent toward the center of the earth. You spend several minutes pathing a winding walk through the cave. Then, you begin to notice that the walls are becoming more and more smooth as you proceed in deeper and that the air begins to become warmer and the path becomes less winding.

The cave straightens out one last time into a marble-smooth wall with an ornate entrance to whatever has brought you here, flanked by two granite columns. As you r way through the entrance and cautiously peer inside, what beholds your eyes is a massive, quite elaborate room, full of many expensive treasures, pictures and the like. You think to yourself, �Who lives this deep in the ground and lives with such a great amount of material things of such beauty?�

The noticeable silence filling the room is soon broken by the sound of a booming and raspy, yet gentle and distinguished voice, which carries from a distance and fills the room. �I knew you would come. I knew that you were the one. I have waited for you for centuries.�

You stand, frozen in your tracks and inquire, �Who are you? Show yourself, please.�

�Are you sure this is what you want?� the voice asks with a tone of warning contained in it.

Your lack of sound is interpreted by the keeper of the voice as agreement. You hear the sounds of thunder echo throughout the massive cave. From the darkness at the far end of the room the sound grows louder and louder, as if it is moving toward you. You wonder if your life may be over at this point, and if it wasn�t a mistake that you came here. Shortly, the source of thevoice shows itself, and you freeze: What you see next shocks you beyond any shock you�ve ever felt. Emerging from the darkness is a massive, black wyrm, thundering with each step as he proceeds toward you. You stand in awe as the 40-foot dragon, foot by foot, enters the room. You now realize the reason for such a massive room, one that can accommodate its resident. It takes what seems like several minutes for the whole dragon to show itself.

In a frightened voice, you ask, �Are you the author of the letter that I found by the lake?�

�Yes, it was I,� he says in a voice with a ring of a song for the dying. �I almost wonder if it wasn�t a mistake. I have had visions of you for ages. These visions told me that you would be the one that I would find that would free me from my prison. But are my visions true? My visions told me that you would see me with your heart. I sense your fear now, and now I have my doubts.�

�Visions of me? For ages?� you exclaim. You approach the dragon closer, almost to a distance that you could reach out and touch the massive one.

The dragon�s body language tells you at your approach that he as well feels shock that you moved so close. �Yes, you. For centuries, I have seen your face in my dreams. I have seen you by the lake for many, many years. I have watched on many occasions at the lake, watching and waiting for you. My hope had nearly ran out, until one day, you did show up. I knew then that my visions were accurate and you were the one. It has taken me many times of debate as to whether or not to approach you. So, after careful consideration, I felt that the letter would be the best way to meet you, so I wouldn�t take you by too much shock and drive you away. You are my last and only hope to be free once again.� The dragon finishes as he begins to turn away from you, �But I now feel that this is a mistake. Please go now.�

Deep within, something tells you that something is right about you being here. Something so strangely right. This �beast� is no beast at all, and it is obvious to you. You realize that there is more to him than meets the eye. You rush forward and touch the dragon as he turns away. �Wait!�, you shout, as you touch the dragon�s foot with a touch that reflects your caring for the wyrm.

Instantly upon your touch, a magical, mystical aura surround you and he. You are aware that something drastic is happening. You look into the dragon�s face and you see his eyes fill with tears, as he looks deeply in your eyes and a smile flashes across his face. The room begins to feel as if it is spinning. The aura now fills the room, and in mere moments, all that you can see is the eyes of the �beast� before you. Moments later, a wild rush hits you and knocks you back. You�re once again disoriented.

You pull yourself up off the floor and shake your head of the cobwebs of confusion. You look around and before you--the dragon has vanished! Replacing the wyrm standing before you is a man, a man dressed in a rich black robe. He�s a very tall, stately figure, towering above you, standing far above six-feet tall. His hair is draped across his shoulders and hangs down the front of his chest. He has a mustache and a light and soft-looking beard. Peeking through the opening of the robe at his chest is a moderately furred but massive chest, rippling with muscles. He gives the appearance of what one imagines as a warrior from many years ago. And just at the bottom of the robe which stops almost at his ankles, you can see the bottom of his calves, and the muscles there seem to be a perfect match for his huge chest. His eyes are steel blue, and his face seems worn more than the youthful body that he possesses, which gives him the appearance of a man of about 40 years, although his body seems that of a 20-year old.

He peers at you with a look of total surprise for a very long time, as surprise also drapes your face. After a few moments, the man speaks: �By God, you ARE the one!�, he exclaims. �I made you understand. You did see me with your heart. I knew that I felt something from you that would change all time.�

He continues as tears fill the massive man�s eyes, �You see, centuries ago, more centuries than I can even recall now, I was a guard for a great and mighty king. I was out in the forest one day, standing very near where you were at the lake today, and I was approached by a woman. She was a woman of pure evil, and I could feel it immediately. She told me that she wanted me for her very own. I told her that there was no way that I would be hers, that I wanted no part of her. I told her that I would find the person who was right for me one day, and that I would wait until then. She debated me on the issue futily for a bit, and she said that she would make me want her. Her hands waved around in the air as she chanted an evil sounding chant, gruesome it was. Sparks flew and noises crackled about my head. She was trying to put a spell on me that would make me want her, but to no avail--my heart was too strong for her magic, and she could not capture it. In a fit of rage, she proclaimed that if she couldn�t have my heart, that she would encase it so that no one else would ever have it, either. Again, her hands waved and those eerie sounds parted her lips. In a matter of seconds, I was transformed into what you saw earlier. The hideous, horrid, fear-striking dragon. She told me that I would remain that way forever and ever, and she laughed a sick laugh as she vanished, and I never saw her again. Several weeks later, I managed to meet a man who was knowledgeable on magic. He told me that the spell placed on me was a very powerful, evil curse. He told me that the only way that the curse was to be broken would be by the touch of a woman, who unknowingly touch me in a caring and loving way. She could not be made aware of the circumstances surrounding the curse, or the curse would not be broken. It would have to be broken with eyes blind and heart-seen. So, hence, the many centuries I�ve spent, waiting for you. I have had the visions that told me that you would come, and that you would be the one who could free me of this curse. From time to time, I had my doubts, but the only thing that I have had to keep me company is my hope, which was dwindling fast. I knew that if I didn�t leave you the letter and ask you to come and visit me, the curse would be forever, and it was my last chance; my last hope.�

Emotions overcome you, hearing his story, and also realizing that it wasn�t your curiosity that brought you to him, but a fire of love that drove you. Several times you felt this, but wasn�t able to truly realize it, because of being in such unusual circumstances. Your heart beamed through all of the fog of all the things, and showed you the way. You walk up to the man, and as you do, your heart swells, and your body feels the rush of emotions ready to pour out for this man. �Sir, I have my own confessions to make to you as well,� as you begin a story of your own. �I as well have had my visions. Visions of a strong and powerful man, who had always met me at that same lake. He would be the one who would win my heart; he would be my soulmate. Many, many nights I�d wake up filled with desire for the man who in my dreams held me and loved me and wanted to hold my very soul. Sir, that man was you. I as well have seen you many times in my dreams, but never did I think that today would be the day that I would find you. I never even thought that I ever would, but only thought that is was fantasy. But you are real, and now I have found you, too.�

You each at the same time move toward each other and a powerful embrace is shared by you two. The power of this embrace concretes both of yours feelings that this is right, this is true: This was meant to be. You look up into the eyes of the man who towers head and shoulders above you and see complete happiness. He returns the same gaze and he feels just as you do. He leans to you as you reach with your lips to touch his. Your hands reach and clench his shoulders tightly and you begin to cry from the feeling of your lips on his.

After moments of embrace, he steps away. He looks toward the center of the room and his hand makes a pass across the front of his body, arm extended, palm down. Magically appearing before your very eyes is a bed, a bed fit for royalty: Satin sheets, many fluffy pillows, a post at each corner. You immediately recognize the bed as the one that many times before, in your dreams, that this man has embraced you , caressed you, touched your very soul. You barely have the time for the tears to again begin to fill your eyes, as he swiftly moves on you and sweeps you up with his giant arms and effortlessly carries you to the bed that he has prepared for you. He gently sets you down, and slowly removes his robe, revealing nothing else but his massively huge body, full of ripples from head to toe. He climbs into the bed toward you and you greet him with extended hands, desiring touch his naked body. Immediately your fingers begin to trace around with abandoned logic, one outline at a time of the indentions of his body where each muscle is separated from the next. You watch in amazement as his shaft between his legs begins to become erect, and as it starts to reach nearly full length, you realize that his size is reflected by all parts of his body. A deep squeaking sigh of passion escapes your lungs at the sight of it and the fact of your touch has excited him so. As if almost pushed toward you by your sounds, his body subtly lunges at you and he presses his body gently against you and wraps his hands in your long blonde hair and kisses you with a fire of many passionate moments bundled into one. You feel dizzy with desire, wanting him more and more with each passing tick of time. Your complacent with his kissing and touches, but you want more. You take your small hands and push against his chest, and he moves for you, as you raise up onto your knees and pull the dress you�re wearing off from above your head and kick your shoes off and strip off your panties.

You crawl to him, and look down to his strong tool between his legs, and reach out with your fingers to hold it. Your fingers barely reach around it, and another wave of heat burns you inside, and you lower your head down to taste his manliness. You look up at him as your lips touch his swollen head, and you can watch his whole body shudder, each and every muscle, including the one that is parting your lips. You lower your head more, and take more of him into your mouth. You are on fire, as his engorged cock now fills your mouth, twitching with great strength. His hands find their way to your beautiful breasts and he takes one in each of his hands, as the hands completely cover each of them, massaging them gently and caressing them. This sends you into a frenzy, your head begins to bob up and down onto him, your head twisting from side to side, satisfying each and every inch of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Huge deep moans are escaping his throat, as you can feel his whole body twitch.

He places his hands on your shoulders and gently pushes you away. He leads you to your back, using only his eyes to speak to you, and you do so willingly. He places his body between your legs, his face mere inches from your sweetness. He takes one more look into your eyes, and lowers his face to taste you now. He is able to place his whole mouth over your tunnel and surrounds your now-swollen button, too. In unison, you each moan out; him from the taste and you from the increased heat that he�s created. His tongue lashes in circles, touching every inch of your wet, parted lips and your juice-soaked clit. It feels as if he will suck all of you into his mouth with one powerful suck that raises your shoulders from the bed with force. His tongue stops on your clit as he is sucking and begins to stroke it rapidly and violently. In mere seconds, you soak his face and your body explodes in a rush of a massive orgasm that makes your body shake all over. You have brief moments of thoughts of how real can this be, and then you fall back into a second orgasm, as he doesn�t relent until you cum again. Tears cover your cheeks as yet a third wave rips your lips apart and shakes you deep inside. He raises his head to watch you as you are laying there, your body from lips and tongue -to-toe quivering.

Estatic from such violent orgasms, but still desiring, he moves your legs and spreads them apart widely. You know now that finality to this act is on its way--and you are filled with a rush of anticipation of being filled by your man. You want to see his face filled with satisfaction. He positions his hips just right, and places his rod at the entrance to his eternal captor. You squeal out in impatience, and with all the weight of his massive body behind it, he slides himself inside your well-lubricated sweetness, and he easily fills you up. You scream as echoes fill the hall with a deafening volume as he gently begins to pump you with a slow, deep rhythm. He fills you with several of these strokes then drives into you with all of his strength in one deep stroke using every inch of his cock and every ounce of his strength. It feels as if he may split you open, but your walls stretch to tit him perfectly. Every inch of your walls is being tantalized with his full cock now, and you know from his breathing and twitches inside you that he will soon fill you up with his juices. Your body seems to completely rise off of the bed as within a few more strokes you see black and feel nothing but his pleasure filling you, bringing you to climax. You hear him cry out, and feel his body drive himself into you with such a perfect rhythm, being filled so tightly that you feel each squirt of his passion fill you up. He growls and increases the speed of his thrusts, and you let out a single minutes-long cry as you over and over are hit by wave after wave of orgasms. You don�t even know how many, as finally, you feel his motionlessness. He remains between your legs, cock buried deep, as you are still feeling small waves of tiny orgasms still throbbing around his cock. Your body involuntarily squirms around to feel as much as you can. As you feel the little orgasms subside, he once again begins to pump you again. You instinctively reach for your ankles, and pull your legs up very high, and you can feel him in even deeper. His head is inside you in places that your sweetness has never felt a man�s flesh before. He rocks you, and one more muscle-ripping orgasm threads its way throughout your body. Your sweetness grips him tightly and squeezes it as if to squeeze it off. He growls again, and his body goes into fits, pumping you both in and out and grinding his hips back and forth alternately, touching you inside everywhere that he can with his cock.

Both of you expelled, he lays next to you and wraps his arms around you. You feel as if you are within a cocoon of his body as you lay together with an embrace that nothing could break. As you regain some senses, you breathe in deep and smell something that smells as sweet as anything that you have ever smelled before. You raise your head and look and see that the bed is surrounded my thousands of flowers, many flowers, every flower imaginable. You look to him to ask if he had done this, and the look on his face tells you that indeed he had. He looks to you and says, �My true love, this is end of our loneliness, and the end of my prison. This is the beginning of an eternal love that will last forever.�

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