Ice Paradise (m/f) This tale is partially fantasy based, but it could almost be a real world situation. (Almost) It's about a young man who lives outside of the rest of society with only his family, and it has come time for him to experience all that a woman has to offer. The problem is that there aren't any women about, so he "summons" one to his home, and then makes love to her. In my opinion, this story contains elements of lyricism, and it also has a story, so watch out! The following story is a fictional account which exists only in the mind of its author. Any resemblance to characters living or dead is merely coincidental. This story may not be sold or used for commercial use without the written consent of its author. You may distribute it electronically as you like and you may print out a copy for personal use. Ice Paradise By Mitchell Knight My world exists only in a whisper upon the edge of a cold Arctic wind, but such is the life I lead. Few have journeyed this far, but all who have always wish they had come here earlier. It is a frozen, heartless garden of Eden. Very little in the way of "life" grows here as it did in Eden, but if you know where to look you can see life everywhere. Icicles grow slowly and elegantly from the ceilings of our crystal caverns. These long, sleek spears of clear water existed before I was born and will undoubtedly outlast me. Looking to the blue pools of our underground water supply, I see them churn and steam. There is life in the movement of this silky warm creature. Power surges quietly and effortlessly through the water as it calmly erodes the solid rock of the caverns. This is the only life I've known: one of quiet introspection on the ice paradise that is my home. My name is Galen Marat-Plaq, and I have lived to see my seventeenth year. In the tradition of my family and my ancestors, I have reached manhood. Through the years my father has taught me about the danger and the beauty of our ice refuge. I have learned the wisdom of my ancestors and survived the trial by fear. Only one barrier remains to my becoming a full man: I must find a wife. While this may on the surface seem an easy task, in reality it is not. The only other people how live in my ice paradise with me are my father, Arick; my mother, Nissa; and my grandparents: Jerred and Casla. Rarely do we have visitors from the lands of the warm sun and rain. People are brought to us through the mysterious command of our Lady Destiny. My father saw my mother in a dream quest. She was from a small town across the ocean, over a hundred miles from our ice caverns. My father told me he'd fallen in love with Nissa after his first glance at her face in his dream. She had been playing with her sisters in a golden field where the butterflies danced. She was two years older than him. My father was sixteen at the time of his dream quest, but he had the makings of a fine Marat-Plaq man, according to my grandfather. His dream quest had only confirmed that to the family. Nissa came to the ice caverns three weeks after my father saw her with his third eye. She was cold and delirious when she arrived, and she didn't know how she had crossed the water and the miles. My grandparents knew though. Destiny's carriage travelled all terrain and any distance. My grandmother nursed Nissa back to health and once she was well, Nissa chose to remain with our family. It takes a special kind of woman to endure and appreciate our world. Now it was my turn to find a woman in the manner my male counterparts found theirs. For a week now I'd travelled to the cold, snow-covered world outside the caverns. I searched the skies for a sign among the tiny white stars laid carefully among the black cloth. I needed a signal to tell me when I could begin my dream quest. Starting such an undertaking when the power wasn't full would only end unfortunately. "How do the stars read?" my grandfather asked when I returned. "Still nothing," I answered in disgust. I ached to see the face of my future bride. "Have patience," Jerred urged me. "The power is building. You will receive a sign very soon." I nodded. I could trust him. The older I grew, the more in tune with this power I would become, and I wouldn't have any more need of signs, just like my grandfather. My mother had prepared dinner, and so we sat down to eat. * * * The night was warmer than most and the soft breeze was an intimate caress against my cheek. I knelt in the white snow gazing up at the familiar night sky. The stars burned as they did every night, and I asked for a sign. In the southeast, where the sky wasn't as blessed with these tiny lights, a bright light erupted, joining its cousins. Here was my sign. My excitement was obvious when I returned to the cavern. My father merely nodded and smiled as I told him. "You will rest now and begin your fast. Your dream quest will begin tomorrow morning, so you must be prepared," he told me. I nodded and proceeded to do as he directed. Sleep didn't come easily that night because I was so excited by the prospect of seeing the face of the woman I would come to cherish with all that I was. * * * The next morning I woke and put on the soft blue robe that I would wear until I was sent off. Then I met with my family and was given the traditional gifts: a lock of my mother's hair, a treasured red jewel from my grandmother, a flat black stone from my grandfather, and a length of brown twine which had been dipped in my father's seed on his dream quest. After saying my good-byes to my mother and grandmother, Arick and Jerred took me to the edge of the caverns that we used as our home. There they stripped me of my robe and left me naked to the elements and to the power. I bid them good-bye then and struck out alone with only my pouch, filled with the symbolic gifts, tied around my waist. My journey took me northward into the uncharted caverns and caves as I followed the path of the warms stream. Using mind techniques my father had taught me, I dampened the effect of the cold on my naked flesh and concentrated only on where my feet were taking me. At the end of my long trek, I came to a large cavern with a blue pool in the center. Here I took off my pouch and dove into the warm, inviting water. It refreshed me, and I drank deeply to take this strength into me. Then I sat down on the edge of the pool and waited. I felt myself slowly drift away from who I was and become a part of my surroundings. I was a part of the rock, the stalactites, and the water I had swam in. My hunger and cold were nonexistent because I was all that was around me, and water and rock have no need for cold or hunger. I don't know how many days passed while I stayed in this refuge, meditating, swimming, and sleeping, but finally the dream came to me. I was transported to a land where the sun shone every day and warmed the earth under her bright rays. I saw a woman with hair so red I thought she was a child of the sun. She had bright green eyes that sparkled as they gazed at the sun. Her pert nose had three freckles (I saw her for long enough to count them.) In my dream, she was picking yellow flowers out of a garden that I assumed was her own. She seemed so happy and alive that I wanted to reach out to her and whisk her to me right then. This beautiful woman had already captured my heart in just a few short moments. When the dream ended it felt as if my heart had been tossed into a sharp, cold north wind. I longed to take her as my wife, but I knew that I would have to be patient. Since the dream had ended, I gave a prayer of thanks to Lady Destiny and asked her to hurry my beloved to me as soon as she could. Then I gave thanks to the power that had given me my vision, and then I stood up. I masturbated to the vision of the beautiful sun woman in my dream. This was the last part of the ritual. I didn't know whether this was part of the magick that would bring her to me, or whether it was an offering to those who had helped me, but I did it so as to not break whatever spell had been wove. I caught the semen in my hand and then dipped the length of twine in it for my son's dream quest. Then I washed in the pool and headed back to my home. * * * She arrived a week later, frozen to the bone and delirious. It took over a week of my mother's careful supervision and care before she was well enough to tell us her name. Carin. Like the women before her, she had no recollection of how she had gotten to the caverns. Once she was well enough, I took her on small expeditions of our world, and delighted in her obvious interest in where and how we lived. My family was glad that she was with us because she added a bright, sunny atmosphere that we hadn't had before. They also took her red hair as a good omen. It is believed by my family that people with red hair have very strong psychic abilities. This bright color also was a strong contrast to the light hair the rest of us had. I myself have silvery white hair like my father and his father. In the time I spent with Carin I grew to care for her, and I was overjoyed when she decided to stay with us. The night of her decision would be our first night alone, so my father pulled me aside and told me the secrets of pleasuring a woman. I couldn't wait. We went to her room, which my mother and grandmother had decorated and specially prepared for this night. We dined in soft candlelight wearing loose, fine garments for the occasion. The conversation was stilted, and I could tell that she was just as nervous as I was. "Would you like to go to the pool?" I asked her after we finished. "That sounds wonderful," she answered, smiling and sending out that warm sunny glow which brightened my spirit. We followed the path of the river which ran just outside that room until we reached the first warm underground pool which we knew would be private since it was quite a ways from our home. We set down the candles we had brought and then stood side by side at the edge, wondering who would make the first move. "Should we get in?" I asked, with a nervous laugh. "I suppose we should," she answered. "Since we're here." Carin's hands fluttered to the front of her dress where they slowly began to undo the white ribbon which held the loose garment to her body. "Here, let me do that," I offered, noticing how her hands were trembling. She put her hands at her sides as mine took there place, but they weren't any better at untieing the ribbon either as my own hands shook slightly. I gave up and brought my lips to hers for a gentle, soft kiss. She responded in kind, and then I brought my arms around her back and drew her to me, pressing my mouth harder onto hers. She invited me in and I tasted of her milky sweet breath. When we broke, our nervousness had faded and we could smile at each other. I kissed her freckles playfully before returning to her dress where I was easily able to untie the ribbon. I pulled the white dress off her tan shoulders and slid it slowly down to reveal her small breasts with their large, dark nipples. My mouth went to these and I ran my tongue around them as I'd been told. She sighed and grabbed at my arms as her nipples became hard. I slid her dress slowly down the sun kissed, taut skin of her midriff, kissing her navel. Then I let the dress fall to her ankles on its own and caressed her hips as I stared at the curly rust hairs between her thighs. I buried my face in this V shaped patch and inhaled deeply of her intoxicating scent. I planted a soft kiss there. Then I slowly took off my clothes until I stood bare before her, my silvery white hair and pale skin a sharp contrast to her flame colored hair and tan skin. I took her hand, and we walked side-by-side into the warm soothing water. We kissed and caressed in the waters embrace, exploring each other's bodies and becoming more comfortable with our intimate conditions. Then we got out and dried off with my shirt. I arranged her dress at the edge of the pool so we could lay on it. Laying on top of her, I kissed her and gently caressed her breasts while her hands stroked my buttocks and then went in search of my hard penis. I sat up at her urging, and she took my cock in her hands and then bent over to take it into her mouth. I realized then as she sucked and licked on my erection that I wasn't the only one who had received instructions. A familiar pressure in my groin told me that while she was a beginner, she knew what she was doing. I couldn't let her finish that way though. I gently pushed her away and lay on of her again, kissing her. "Are you ready?" I asked her softly. "Yes," she answered. My father had told me that, for her, it might hurt a little the first time, so I wanted to make sure she was ready. I lifted a little ways up off her as she spread her legs. I found the opening of her vagina, and I parted these smooth folds with my hand. Then I thrust forward slowly, penetrating her. She gasped a little, but then assured me that everything was fine. We began kissing again as I started up my rhythm of thrusting in and out of her. At one point, just before our climaxes, I looked down at our joining and watched my silvery white pubic hair come forward to meet with her rust pubic hair... ...a joining of the moon and the sun The End