B. Alexander Howerton by The Wyrding Stone Read Free Book Online

were not quite
sure how to proceed.  He reached down and awkward fumbled around a bit.  Her
sharp gasp of pleasure and pain accompanied the sensation he felt of being
surrounded by a soothing warmth.  He pushed in slowly, not sure of what to do
and not wanting to hurt her.  She reached forward, grabbed his hips as best she
could, and pulled him as close to herself as possible.  Slowly, the age-old
instincts of nature asserted themselves, and before long, Menelos was stroking
gently in and out, pushing a soft, high gasp from Alena at the apex of every
thrust.  Her legs jutted high into the air, and occasionally she would wrap
them around the small of his back.  Her arms held him tight, and their lips
kept meeting in passionate interchanges.
    Without warning, Menelos let out a long, low moan and thrust
himself far forward, holding himself above Alena on his extended arms.  He had
of course experimented with himself, but the feeling he experienced now was
like nothing he had known, or could possibly imagine.  He sank down to her, and
she enveloped him with her body.  They held each other tightly, attempting to
recapture their breath and enjoying the lingering sensations.
    Eventually Menelos rolled over onto his back beside Alena. 
The moon was setting, and the stars twinkled brilliantly above them.  A soft
breeze blew in from the sea, and the distant, crashing waves seemed to echo
their breathing and the rhythm of their hearts.  They fell asleep.
    When they awoke, the soft strands of the first light of day
were just beginning to edge their way over the horizon.  They turned to each
other and smiled, then kissed.  Menelos stood up and donned his skirt.  As
Alena was doing the same,  Menelos said, “We should get back.  They will be
wondering about us.”
    “Yes,” she replied, straightening her hair as best she
could.
    Menelos was about to turn to climb back up the path, when a
flash of something in the cave behind him caught the corner of his eye.  He
turned and peered deeply into the darkness of the cave.
    “What is it?” Alena asked.
    “I thought I saw something.  Come. Let us see.”
    He walked cautiously toward the cave.  He could make out
nothing.  As he advanced slowly forward, his eyes became adjusted to the
gloom.  Alena followed behind him, one hand on his shoulder.
    The cave did not extend far back into the hillside.  The
roof above them curved down sharply, causing the cave to end about thirty paces
in from the mouth.  There, lying at the very back of the cave, Menelos perceived
a strangely-shaped stone.  It seemed almost to give off a light of its own.  It
was about half as large as a human head.  Menelos reached forward and attempted
to pick it up.  It was stuck fast in the ground.  He grasped it with both hands
and yanked.  It resisted for a moment, then came loose suddenly, causing
Menelos to stumble back a couple of steps.  He gazed at it in the dim light of
the cave.
    “What is it?” asked Alena.
    “I don’t know.  Let’s go look at it in the light.”
    He carried the stone back out to the ledge, where the
approaching dawn was increasingly lighting the sky.  He held it out before him
in one hand, and turned it in every imaginable direction.  There was no
definable shape to the stone, yet it seemed somehow strangely symmetrical.  It was
not exactly opaque nor was it clear.  Menelos could not decide what color it
was.  It seemed to be all colors, yet no color, yet still colors he had never
before imagined.
    At that moment the sun crested the horizon of the sea off to
their right, and the first brilliant rays of morning suffused the world.  A ray
of sun struck the stone, and it sent colors of every imaginable hue shooting
off in every direction.  Menelos and Alena started with surprise, but he held
onto the rock, and turned it to experiment with the myriad rays it would shoot
off as the sunlight struck it from different angles.
    Suddenly a deafening explosion filled