I hear the light chirp of a sparrow and open my eyes. I am lying in the middle of forest. Large ferns and shrubs cover the ground around tall evergreen trees. I see the tiny sparrow that woke me. He looks at me, cocks his head, and flies away. I stand up and brush the dirt off of me. I see a small trail that winds it way out of my sight. I decide to take the trail and see where it leads.
Suddenly, I hear the bushes to my right shake and a giant wolf leaps out of them. I stumble backwards and fall down. The wolf slowly creeps up to me, its teeth bared and a low growl coming from its throat. Just before it seems as though it would attack me, the wolf stops. It’s ears perk up and it quickly turns its nose upward, sniffing the air. The wolf then bounds off the trail into the woods.
I give a long sigh of relief and get to my feet. I hear something else coming through the woods. I turn to run when a giant white horse comes down the trail behind me. Atop the horse, a man sits. He carries a sword in a scabbard on his side, like a knight would, but wears no armor. In their stead, he wears white satin trousers and a white satin shirt unlike any I have seen before. It is long sleeved and the neckline is much like that of a turtleneck. Long, wide strips of cloth flow from the wrists, down under the arms and attach at the back of his shirt. When the breeze catches them it is like he has the wings of an angel.
He is well built; the fluttering of his shirt cannot hide that. He looks down at me. He has a strong jaw line, full lips, and deep green eyes. His shoulder length, jet black hair is combed straight back and flows freely.
“It is dangerous to remain here, my lady. Please come with me.”
He extends his hand down to me. I take his arm and he lifts me onto the back of the horse. I wrap my arms around his torso and he speaks a single word of command. The horse gallops away with breathtaking speed.
The trees and shrubs whip past us, and soon we have left the forest and are racing across a vast stretch of green meadowland. I can feel the tight and hard muscles of his torso through his satin shirt. We both ride bareback, and the rise and fall of the great steed beneath me causes a rush inside of me. I begin to massage my fingers across his chest and stomach. The satin wings of his shirt flutter about me, as thought they were caressing me, as we ride toward the sunset.
On the horizon, a great gray tower appears. We ride through silver gates that surround the tower. At two grand doors, covered with pearl and emerald, we stop. He jumps of the horse and offers me his hand. I accept it and attempt to get off, but I lose my balance and fall. He effortlessly catches me in his arms. We stare into each other’s eyes while he gently sets my feet upon the ground.
A servant takes his horse away and two others open the huge doors to the tower. Inside, in the center of the tower, a marvelous marble staircase rises out of the floor. It splits into two giant spirals that don’t touch again until they meet high above, at the pinnacle of the tower. The floor is painted as a giant fresco of the sky. Some of the clouds are shapes I recognize; a feather, an outstretched hand, even a very “happy” man.
The man, whom I can now see is about six foot five, bows deeply to me and kisses my hand. I blush at the old fashioned gesture. He claps his hands and group of servants whisk me off to an adjoining room.
The room is built like a cave. It has rough hewn walls and torches are bolted in for light. The floor is very smooth, almost like glass, and a large pool of steaming water rests in the center. The servants bring in scented oils, soap, and clean linen towels. They all leave and I assume that I am to bathe.
I take off all off my clothes and dip a toe into the water, it is very warm, but not hot, and I wade into it. I find that the pool is multi-layered with many platforms at different depths and a long smooth stone bench seems to wrap around much of it. I sit upon the bench next to were the servants left the tray of oils and soap. The pool is shallow here and the water only reaches my waist.
I hear a knock on the door and watch as the knight who carried me here walks in. He wears only a long satin robe. He lets the robe fall away and stands before me completely naked.
His hair falls down to his broad shoulders. The muscles in his body move with sensual elegance as he takes a step forward into the warm waters. His manhood is large but not yet in a state of arousal. He moves through the pool and sits next to me.
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