“Son of a gun. Ouch… ooff… ugh! Clair, this isn’t working,” Alistair stated bluntly, looking up at her.
“It was your idea to do this on top of a mountain,” Clair said, slightly annoyed by his complaining but decidedly not slowing down and kept her rhythm.
“I know I did. I just didn’t really think it through. The bugs are eating me alive, and I have a rock trying to penetrate my ass and the back of my skull,” he replied, squeezing one breast while trying to swat away another swarm of mosquitoes.
“Ohh, but look at that view, Alistair. It makes it all worth it,” she said, grinning at how clever her words were.
It was true. He couldn’t deny the view was stunning as he sat up while staying inside her. They were at the peak of one hell of a mountain, and it gave them a view of the valley like nothing else: the lights from the city shone on the ground while the stars shone above, almost mirroring each other.
The other view was even more stunning, at least to Alistair. Clair’s long amber hair blew slightly in the breeze and just barely covered her perky breasts. Her doe eyes looked down at him, and as their eyes met, they became lost in the moment. Their breaths quickened, almost synchronizing.
Alistair began to groan softly, and Clair took it as a sign to go faster. Taking in the view both in front of her and beneath her, she began moaning as Alistair went deeper inside her. She was getting close, and she could feel herself at the edge of cumming. Reaching for an orgasm, she began going faster and faster, rubbing her clit against him and taking him deeper and deeper into her until—
“FUCK!” Alistair yelled as he immediately sat up, sending her tumbling off him.
“What the hell, Alistair!” Clair said, trying to pick herself up, both bothered and confused.
“Jesus, Clair, I think I got a rock through my fucking spine,” he said in pain, trying to look at his back.
“Uggg,” Clair groaned. “Let me see.”
Alistair turned around to let her take a look, and wedged between his spine and shoulder blade was a knife-sized shard of shale stuck in his back.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how hard I was going,” Clair stated, now a bit shocked.
“How bad is it?” Alistair said, wincing a bit.
“Ummm, let me just—”
“God damn it,” Alistair said under his breath as Clair pulled out the sharp rock.
“That’s a big freaking rock,” Alistair winced, while Clair walked over to the edge of the cliff face and made to throw the rock down into the darkness.
“Hold on!” Alistair said as he grabbed Clair’s arm. “I want to keep it, as a memento of our first time fucking on a mountain.”
Clair smiled at that. As she handed it back to him, she got up on her toes and bit his ear, whispering, “It better not be our last.”
Alistair grinned. “It won’t be, but next time we are definitely bringing a blanket.”
With that, and one final kiss, they began their descent down the mountain. They were both becoming increasingly aware that the walk down the mountain was going to be a lot harder than the walk up. For one, Alistair was now doing it while bleeding a fair amount from his back, the second reason being that they were doing it in complete darkness with only a deer trail to follow.
“Are you sure we are going the right way?” Clair said as she followed Alistair down the steep slope.
“I sure hope so. It was only a couple of hours to the car. We should be fine.”
As they descended the mountain, they both began to have a sinking suspicion that they had taken the wrong trail down.
“Are you sure we are going the right way?” Clair asked again after what seemed like hours.
“Yup. Why do you ask?” Alistair said, with false bravado.
“Because we are going uphill.”
“Yeah, not going to lie, we are probably lost.”
In the darkness, Clair couldn’t see Alistair’s face contort, showing a hint of fear as he tried to maintain a calm voice. “I hate to do this, but we might have to call for help,” but just before Alistair could turn on his phone, Clair saw a glowing light just off in the distance.
“Hold on! I think I see the parking lot.”
Rubbing his eyes, Alistair said, “Where?”
“Just over there!” Clair exclaimed as she pointed toward the light. “Don’t you see that light? Someone must have left their car lights on.”
Confused, Alistair looked all around. “Maybe it’s from the blood loss, but I don’t see anything.”
“That’s fine. Just follow me!” Clair grabbed Alistair’s hand and began running toward the light.
But as she neared what she thought was the parking lot, a bit relieved that the fulfilling night would be over, the light disappeared in an instant, leaving them in pitch darkness, as even the full moon hid behind the canopy of the forest.
Startled by the loss of one of her senses, she stumbled to a stop.
“Clair, what’s going on?” Alistair’s voice rang out in the darkness. “Why did we stop?”
“It’s gone. The light, it’s…” But before she could finish her sentence, she could hear the faint sound of singing.
The voices were distant, but even so, they were entrancing, calling her to come closer. Like a mother’s lullaby, the song on the wind calmed Clair’s racing heart and put her at ease. She began to follow the song, walking hand in hand with Alistair, ignoring his protests.
What felt like an eternity, but was probably only ten minutes of walking, led them into an open glade.
“Clair, this doesn’t look right,” Alistair said as he slowed down while they left the tree line. “There weren’t any open fields on this mountain.”
“It… ummm…” Clair stammered as Alistair’s words broke her trance.
They paused, looking at each other, neither sure what to do next. Yet, despite being lost, they felt their fears wash away as they stood bathing in the moonlight.
Alistair pulled Clair by the hand into him, caressing her hair as he leaned in to kiss her. In response, Clair reached up and put a hand on Alistair’s cheek, ready to embrace him. The kiss was long and almost hungry.
Clair was the first to pull back, only doing so to start grabbing and tearing at Alistair’s clothes in an attempt to get them off. Realizing what she was going for, Alistair quickly came to her aid, pulling his shirt off and attempting to do the same to her.
It wasn’t long before they were both naked, kissing each other everywhere they could. Slowly, Alistair made his way down Clair’s body, leaving little bite marks down her chest until his warm lips were on her inner thigh. The scent of her only made him want her more as he began using his tongue to pleasure her.
The feeling was like ecstasy. Like sex while on ecstasy, she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer in. The climax overtook her like a wave cresting and crashing into pure pleasure.
As she loosened her grip on his hair, he lifted himself to meet her face and began kissing her. She opened her mouth to the taste of herself as Alistair took his throbbing dick and slid it into her soaking clit.
Alistair had enjoyed eating Clair out, but it made his dick so hard it hurt. As he entered her tight pussy, he sighed with relief. It engulfed his entire member, and he felt that the deeper he got, the more Clair dug her fingers into his back. Pulling out and then entering her again, faster and harder, Clair gasped with pleasure.
“Fill me up!” Clair cried out as she convulsed from another orgasm.
Encouraged, Alistair nipped at her neck and released his seed inside her sopping wet pussy. He stayed inside her for a while as they held each other tightly, neither wanting to let go first.
After Alistair pulled out, they just lay there in the field in complete silence, looking up at the crescent moon.
“Weird,” Alistair finally said. “My back doesn’t hurt.”
Clair looked over at him, glowing in the moonlight, and saw that where once he had a gaping wound, there was now nothing, not even a scar.
“How is that possible?” Clair said under her breath, in disbelief.
Checking his back with his hand, Alistair had a realization that sent shivers down his spine. “Clair, have you seen any bugs since we got here?”
“No. Why?”
“Well, I haven’t either, and this ground is so soft and warm, it’s like lying down upon a bed made of silk by a fireplace.”
“So what are you saying, Alistair?”
“I don’t know, but it all feels just wrong. When we tried having sex at the top of the mountain, it was—no offense—shit.”
Clair scowled a little at that. “You’re not wrong, and that was mostly on you.”
“No, I mean the environment made it terrible, but we aren’t that far away from the mountain peak, and yet that was the best sex I have ever had.”
Clair’s mind began to race. Alistair was right. It didn’t make sense that this spot was so freaking perfect. And wasn’t there a full moon when they went on this hike, and now it was a crescent? What was happening?
“Alistair, how long have we been here?”
“Umm, let me check our time.” Alistair reached for his phone to turn it on, but it wouldn’t. “The, uh, battery must be dead. Can you check yours?”
Checking, Clair found the same thing.
“Alistair.”
“Yeah, Clair.”
“I think we should get out of here.”
“Let’s do it.”
Just as they stood up, a voice, like rustling leaves, was carried through the glade and wrapped around them. “Ahhh, my guests, leaving so soon?”
Startled, they both turned in the direction of the mystical voice. Standing in the middle of the glade was an ethereal being.
