Tales of Brave Ulysses

Giles walked along the deserted stretch of beach. The
sand was warm beneath his feet, the fine white grains
reflecting the bright, tropical sun. Gentle waves
caressed the shore as an azure sea filled the western
horizon.

Giles stopped and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply,
letting the lush smells of paradise soothe him.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard a woman's voice
softly singing. It carried over the sound of the
waves, drifting along the beach to him, only to him.

The seductive song lured him further along the sands,
and he gladly obliged. The voice was at once peaceful
and alluring - a siren of legends past.

The sound began to fade into the ocean waters, and
Giles feared he'd lost her. Scanning the sands for any
sign of his temptress, he noticed a pair of small
footprints. Grinning to himself, he followed them down
the beach. Further and further he traveled until he
reached a large outcropping of volcanic rock. The
black stones stood out in stark relief against the
pristine white sands, their jagged edges a natural
barrier to those who dared cross.

But Giles had to know, had to see this woman who
called out to him. Carefully, he climbed over the
rocks, easing himself down to the soft sand on the
other side.

He quickly found her trail again and followed it
around the curve of obsidian stone. As he rounded the
final bend, his breath caught in his throat.

There before him was a goddess.

Willow.

Lying nude, save for a string of pearls, in the bed of
giant shell, its crimson color was a fiery background
to her porcelain skin. Slowly, she opened her emerald
eyes and gazed upon her new companion. A
beautiful smile caressed her lips as she tilted her
head to the side.

"Hello," she said softly.

"Willow?" Giles rasped. He could barely think, much
less speak. She was ethereal, like Aphrodite, a
goddess beyond time.

Her skin was pale and smooth, her body gently curved
and lithe. The creamy flesh of her upswept breasts was
topped with rose tips, her legs stretched out, as she
leaned casually on her side.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, finally regaining
some sense.

"I don't know," she said easily. "It's your dream."

"It is?"

Her smile grew wider. "If it were my dream, *you'd* be
naked."

Giles grinned and shook his head, bemused.

Willow stood and reached out to him. "Don't think,
Rupert," she said as she took his hand. "Dream."

He nodded, his gaze moved down her body and then back
up to her eyes. "You're exquisite," he whispered
leaning down for a kiss.

He touched her cheek gently guiding her mouth to meet
his. Her lips were moist and warm. He kissed her
softly at first and then with growing passion. His
hand slid behind her neck, pulling her closer as
his other arm slipped around her waist.

Her skin was silky and warmed by the heat of the sun.
His long fingers spread out, touching more of her, as
his mouth tasted more of her sweetness.

After a breathless eternity, he pulled back and stared
down into her eyes.

Love and desire.

He took her hand and together they walked down the
beach.

The cottage was nestled under the shade of a small
grove of palms. Gentle breezes carried the scent of
exotic flowers into the room, as the afternoon sun
filtered through the thatched window.

Giles led Willow to the large bed in the center of the
room. Still holding her hand, he lowered her onto the
cool white sheets. With a knowing smile, she leaned
back resuming her pose from the beach.

Giles stood at the side of the bed admiring her,
letting her beauty fill his soul.

Willow inclined her head slightly, gesturing that he
should join her, her eyes beckoning him.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
He felt her eyes travel down his body, and he surged
as she swept her gaze past his straining erection. He
grinned as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.

He stood tall before her, as an offering. Of passion.
Of promise. Of love.

Willow reached out to him, and in one long stride he
was at her side. He stretched himself out along her
body, their skin touching for the first time.

Giles sighed as his hand caressed her cheek and then
moved down her neck, and along her collarbone. His
nimble fingers swept down her arm, dipped into her
waist and finally came to rest on her hip.

His hazel eyes were molten with desire as they poured
into her. His mouth dove down onto hers, his tongue
demanding entry as he lost himself inside her. His
body lay half on hers, his arousal pressing against
her thigh. Willow suckled on his lower lip, nibbling
with her teeth, soothing with her tongue.

Finally, Giles pulled back and gazed down at his
lover. Her face was flushed with breathlessness, her
lips swollen from his kiss.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her
breasts rising and brushing against his chest. Giles
leaned down and gently kissed her eyelids, her mouth,
and then trailed soft kisses down her neck.

He shifted his body down the bed, his erection sliding
down her thigh. He positioned himself above her
beautiful breasts, admiring them for a moment before
taking her taut nipple between his teeth.

He nibbled at her aching flesh, before giving in to
his own desires and taking her fully into his mouth.
His hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her
firmly.

She arched into his touch and he groaned with
excitement at her response. Her hands wound into his
hair, holding him to her, urging him to do more.

Sensing her desires, Giles moved quickly to the other
breast and flicked at the hardened pebble with his
tongue before engulfing her.

After a few delicious moments, he released her and
continued to move down her body, his kisses searing
her as he went.

He could smell her arousal and felt his cock jump in
anticipation. His strong hands slid down her legs,
brushing along the inside of her thighs. Willow opened
her legs to him, her own offering.

Unable to deny himself, Giles dove down into her
center, thrusting his tongue deep inside her. She
gasped and bucked to meet him as he pulled out and
then thrust in once again. Then again and again.

He reached up and cupped her breasts as he made love
to her with mouth, his tongue plunging into her warm
depths, his lips and teeth suckling her moist flesh,
nipping at her clit. He felt her begin to tremble, her
breath coming hard and fast as her chest rose and
fell.

With a low moan, Willow threw her head back, her
long neck arching toward the ceiling. The muscles of
her thighs tightened and she gasped in delight.

Giles released her breasts and held her hips as she
bucked and wriggled, wave after wave of her orgasm
pulsing through her body. He gentled his movements,
his thrusts now a caress, a long slow tantalizing
lick.

Willow sighed as her eyes fluttered open again. Giles looked
up at her, grinning from between her legs as she met his eyes.
He flicked out his tongue and ran it along her sex again, knowing
she was still teetering on the edge.

He bit down lightly on her clit, and she arched off
the bed as another orgasm shook her. He looked up at
her supple body, writhing in passion, and knew he had
to be inside her. Soon.

Willow fell back against the sheets, her chest still
heaving. She reached out and took the hand that
gripped her hip, pulling Giles up the bed to her side.

She ran her hand down his cheek, a loving caress as
she stared into his eyes, dark with need. Reaching
down between their bodies, Willow grasped his erection.
Giles let out a moan that rumbled through his chest.

Barely touching the silky skin, she ran her hand down
his length, the blood rushing beneath the taut skin, the
throbbing pulse of his desire. Hard and heavy, he surged
toward her.

Ripples of pleasure floated across his mind, the soft
kiss of her touch a torture. He closed his eyes as the
power built inside him, fires of passion stoked nearly
beyond endurance.

Her gentle fondling of his cock was too much to bear.
He needed to be inside her.

Willow gripped him more firmly, her small hand
encircling him as she pushed down to the base.

Giles groaned loudly, and his eyes flew open. He
growled and grabbed her hand, pulling it away as he
dove down onto her mouth, his passion a living thing.

He'd never needed anything more than he needed Willow
in this moment.

As he plunged his tongue into her mouth, he positioned
himself above her opening, barely pausing before thrusting
deep inside her. Willow gasped at the force of his entry.

With desperation Giles drove himself into her, his
thrusts long and hard. Their hips met and pulled apart
and joined again with an almost bruising intensity.

He was drowning inside her.

And the sea outside grew stormy. The gentle lapping of
the waves became a torrent of crashing foam. Wild and
relentless, one after another they bore down on the
shore, mercilessly pounding into the soft sand.

As he felt the explosion of his orgasm building, the
world slowed. Her body seemed to blur beneath him, and
he reached out to hold her. He felt the cool string of
pearls beneath his hand, and he wound his fingers into
it.

The ocean roared deep and low, and his blood pulsed
each beat an eternity unto itself. Finally, with a powerful
thrust he buried himself inside her and emptied his soul with a
primal cry of passion that seemed to echo into the beyond.

And the world moved in liquid time.

His hand pulled to the side in a spasm of pleasure
and the string of pearls stretched, finally breaking.

Her gasp of rapture reverberated endlessly in
his ears as he turned and watched the gems float across
the room, gently falling to the floor. Each perfectly
formed stone rolled along the wooden planks,
scattering like so much dust in the wind.

Slowly, he turned his gaze back to the bed.

She was gone.

Like a slap in the face, time came rushing back
to him. Hard and fast. Cold and empty.

He gripped the sheet beneath him and called out
her name. In a panic, he rolled over, desperately searching.

"Willow!"

The cottage... the room... his bed... was empty.

His breathing harsh, his heart aching, Giles fell back
against the covers and vainly fought down the crushing
sense of loss.

He closed his eyes, but it was no use.

The dream was gone.

The End