*THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR #5*

                               *OSTARA*

                            *By GILDA LILY*

     Well, it's almost March 20, the Vernal Equinox (Ostara), and so
here's the next installment of the WHEEL OF THE YEAR series.  Enjoy.
     And in honor of St. Patrick's Day, men with green eyes and clothes
welcome!
     Comments can be sent to jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.
     Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just let 'em have fun.
     Rated NC-17 for hot m/m sex!  The best kind!  :)
     (c) March 14, 1997

     Once up on a time Benton walked through the woods, the sunlight
dappling through the trees overhead as the smell of rich earth delighted
him.  He walked deeper and deeper, the forest swallowing him up in a
wonderful sensory feast.  He was born for the woods, his father had
said, and he was dressed from head-to-foot in green, a small ax hanging
from his belt.  Whistling softly, he stopped to study a mushroom when he
felt eyes upon him.  He listened as carefully as he could, but the
creature did not stir.  He straightened up and walked on a little
distance more, pausing to sniff a bright yellow flower, and he could
feel the presence nearby.

     He smiled and continued on until he found a small pond.  Shedding
his clothes, the young woodsman slid into the sparkling water, his ears
listening for the sounds of the watcher.  He splashed and played like a
dolphin of the seas, then floated on his back as he looked up through
the trees at the sky.

     The bushes parted and an elfin creature was revealed: slender,
golden-skinned and with the brightest eyes of green that Benton had ever
seen.

     The wood creature stared at him, and Benton held his arms out.  The
other was dressed in forest green, and now he shed those clothes to join
Benton in the water.

     They held each other as they swirled and swam, and they gazed into
deep pools of sapphire and emerald.  Their lips were drawn together and
they kissed, clutching each other all the more, and they parted and
laughed, eyes sparkling with joy.  They played and splashed and
cavorted, and they explored smooth skin and strong muscle.

     They slipped out of the dewy pond and lay upon a bed of leaves,
gazing at one another with eyes of love.  Truly, they had been
bewitched, for each could not take his eyes off the other.  And then
their hands began to roam, and the woodsprite's long fingers touched the
pale, star-kissed chest of his woodsman lover, and Benton sighed.  He
saw the sun beam a shaft of light down upon his lover, and he thought,
*He is a ray of sunshine.  I shall call him Ray.*  And he touched bold
lips to his beloved's nipples, causing a great shudder and grasp of his
hips as he explored.

      Ray tasted of sunlight and sass, and Benton loved him.  His hand
stroked Ray's hip and thigh, the smaller man thrusting forward.  And,
forsooth, the woodsman knew what he craved.  Not Rapunzel's greens or
Cinderella's slipper, but the long, rosy shaft of his elfin love.

      And he gently tasted that shaft as the sprite tossed his shorn
head and moaned, his long, elegant limbs tangling with the woodsman's.
He thrust his hips forward and Benton took him into his mouth, delighted
by the musky scent filling his senses as he tasted warm, wet flesh.  The
woods sprite gasped and pulled his hair, Benton looking up.  Verdant
pools swam into his own, and he sucked long and hard.  The golden one
groaned and suddenly shook his head.  His eyes were as dark-green as the
forest.   Benton was hit with his desire in one stunning revelation.
Releasing the weeping cock, he nodded and laid back, parting his legs.
 
      The golden one nudged his ass with his cock, green eyes gleaming
in lust.  Just before he thrust in, he leaned down and kissed Benton's
stomach, the whisper-softness sending a melting through the woodsman's
bones.  He looked up at the sky as his bewitching one eased on in, his
cock already swollen and primed.

     Bursts of pleasure pinwheeled the sky, Benton gasping as he was
claimed.  His dear one was the finest in all the land, and he cried out
his joy as the thrusting grew faster.  His own cock bobbed in quivering
passion, and his Ray of Sunshine rubbed his stomach against the flesh.
Benny arched his back, wanting more, then felt his seed fountain as Ray
burst into him, scalding him with fiery passion.
 
     They twined together, panting, and the nymph slid out, curling up
against his lover's chest.  They lay together for a long span of
silence, the trees whispering as the forest creatures trilled and
chittered.

      Finally Benton spoke. "Forsooth, sir, I have never been loved like
that before!"

      The slender one smiled. "And I have never given such pleasure,
either, sir." He cocked a curious head. "Your name?"

      "Benton."

      "Ah, no."

      "No?"
 
      "No, you're more a 'Benny' than a 'Benton'."
 
      Pleased, Benton asked, "And what may your name be?"
 
      "Ray."

      Astonished blue eyes delighted Ray. "It's what I guessed your name
to be!"

      "Then, you see?  The Gods have decreed it.  We were meant to be,
Benny."

      As Ray lay his head back down on Benton's chest, the woodsman
said, "We were meant to be, Ray." Shyly he reached over and touched his
discarded clothing. "I have two axes."

      "Two?"

      "Two."

      And they lived happily ever after.
***********************************************************************      "Benny, Benny wake up!  Time for dinner!"

      "Wha...?  Oh, Ray."

      "Yeah, me.  You fell asleep while reading, I guess.  What *are*
you reading?"

      "Oh, I found this book in a used-book store.  I had a copy just
like it when I was a child."

      "A 'frivolous book of fairy tales'?  Isn't that what your
grandmother called them?"

      "Yes, but my Aunt Celia didn't."

      "Good for Aunt Celia."

      "Ray."

      "Yeah, Benny?"

      Benny's voice was very soft. "I have two axes.  Two."

      Ray looked at his lover for a moment, then gathered him into a
hug, tears glistening.

      And they lived happily ever after.

      Two.
 
 
 
 

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