Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/icepar.txt

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            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