[F4A] [Pilgrim] Journey to the Highest Peak to Slay the Beast

As they tend to, the journey would always begin with a gentle ache that asked but didn’t plead for attention. A small critter one could easily brush aside without a second thought, something insignificant and unexceptional.

But.

Should you ignore it, the beast shall grow. Slowly, it will eat away and develop its form, building its strength and vying for control. At first you may fight it, you may stand strong against its weak powers, against its feeble attempts to sway you.

But.

You won’t last, each time you’ve failed and it is merely delaying the inevitable. Procrastination, a dangerous game to indulge in. There are more important things to do, but a beast such as this will need tending to. I ignored it, the belligerent fool I was in favour of more - what I saw at the time - pressing concerns.

But.

As it always does, I was steadily overwhelmed. The aching turned to fire between my legs, spreading out along the dryness of the forest and turning my body into a living flame. I no longer wanted, I no longer craved. I needed, needed to slay the beast. To fell it with a final blow, delivered atop a mountain's peak. And so my journey began - with you.

A wayward glance, eyes of lust and speaking the unheard and unspoken language of desire with actions alone. You lips against mine, your hands against my body and mine along your neck. You knew, that knowing smile you flashed as we surfaced for air. You knew, and you complied. Taking my hand we took the first step, to the sanctuary away from prying eyes where the demonic beast would be exorcised.

The confines shook as my back pressed up against them, your lips silencing the cry of pleasure and only allowing for ragged breaths as clothing came undone. I was no longer the guide to my own body, the roar of the beast was heard as we parted. A deep vibration that struck my chords rang out.

“I need you,” I whispered, tone hushed and desperate to beg you on. The tips ran down your bare back, swallowing the touch of your heated skin as your lips found my neck wanting. I ached for you, trembling thighs needing their equal and the oncoming tide between my legs demanding as it yelled to the heavens of my mind for satiation.

You! I wanted you! I needed your touch, your eternal promise of release when you would rid me of my beast.

My nipples looked upon and turned to stone; the journey is not without its dangers. Contact finally came, pressing up as we caught sight of our destination. Eyes gorged themselves on the beautiful sight, your form firmly up against mine. A making of love, a tying of the bond between us as resultant ripples of the flesh rose from down below, a lover’s tango. Hips swung to the beat, grinding together and gyrating along one another, it was more than just a travel - a spiritual dance of intimacy.

Broken up breaths, smoking pants and sweet moans crowded the aural land, with the end in sight it was the final leg that remained. The howls of pleasure could not give true voice to the sensation, every last push, every last touch and every last bit of you bringing out the beast that had been so long locked away. Teeth against skin, lips pressed hard until they turned thin, the ascension to the top neared.

Thrust after needy thrust, indomitable and unabated. Speed was not necessary but a need, we claimed to never rush the venture but how could you not with such a powerful draw tying us closer together. Screams of pleasure so loud it was mistakable for pain. I wanted you so bad, I needed to be cleansed of my demon, and you would deliver. The words fell like water.

“Please, please don’t stop,” I implored, beggary taking me once more.

My soul was laid bare, I needed this. The beast barked, a challenge that would be met. A powerful hunger, a ravenous need. Come, come slay the beast with me.

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Companion, lover and one to lay in my arms: No longer searching

The cage of the beast.

Will you drive a spear into its heart and rid me of my demon?