IL GARDINO DELLE DELIZIE
Liam looked out onto the garden and despaired. His uncle’s house wasn’t in the best of condition and was filled with junk, but the garden was worse. It looked like it hadn’t been touched for half a century, almost how long as his uncle had lived there. Trish would want him to make something of it. She’d already gone around the house deciding which room was going to be used for what.
Trish came into to what she planned would be the nursery, when they’d gotten pregnant and slipped her arm around Liam’s waist. Oblivious to his despair, she began to outline her plans for the garden. “Once you’ve cut back the overgrown bushes and mowed the lawn, we can put some decking down and plant some shrubs.”
“We’ve got the house to deal with first,” Liam said wearily. “There’s so much to clear out first and then we’ve got to get someone to see what needs doing. The garden will have to wait for a while.”
“But it’ll be summer soon and I want to be able to sun ourselves on the hot days and invite all our friends for barbecues.”
“Your friends. You don’t like my friends.”
“Hey, don’t get made at me. You can’t help it that your friends are not the sort of people that we should be associating with now that we’re going up in the world.”
He snorted. Trish had become quite the social climber since he’d got his promotion at the factory. But then again, she’d gotten that from her mother. She’d never approved of Liam, right up to the day of their wedding. It had gotten worse when they’d had to move in with her after the honeymoon. But now with Uncle Mark’s inheritance and the extra money he was bringing in, Trish and him might stand a chance of making it on their own.
His thoughts flicked back to the early days. She’d been quite different then when they were at college. She was a lot less inhibited then. He’d almost been worn to a shadow himself with the constant screwing and she’d been up for almost anything. But time and her mother’s influence had eroded that part of their life. He doubted they’d slept together half a dozen times in the time that they’d spent living at her mothers.
“Look,” Trish said suddenly, pointing out of the window. “Did you see that?”
Liam looked out the window and onto the jungle below. He tried looking where she pointed but couldn’t see anything.
“Someone’s in our garden,” she said peering down into the overgrown tangle.
“I can’t see anything,” Liam said.
“I tell you someone’s in our garden, I saw their face quite clearly.”
“I doubt that even the neighborhood cats could walk through that mess,” he said curtly. “Now let’s go and christen our new bedroom.”
He reached up and cupped her breast in his right hand. Unlike the olden days, when she would have sought out his cock and kissed him passionately, she stepped back. “Not now,” she said to Liam’s frustration, “We’ve got a house to clear.”
Despite the mess the house was in, it was in good condition after all. Uncle Mark had been a hoarder sure, but a lot of stuff was easily disposable. Trish was very strong on ecological disposal and there were numerous interminable trips to the dump with bags of free papers, broken furniture and valueless knick-knacks. But after a week, they’d gotten down to the big furniture and several locked cabinets, which Liam hadn’t found the keys for yet. It was time to bring in a professional.
The village that they lived in now was fortunately near enough one of the bigger towns and by consulting the yellow pages, they tried to find an antique dealer who’d come and appraise the furniture. One said he could make it in a few days, so Liam and Trish went back to trying to make the house their own.
This was proving easier said than done. Though the house had running water, for some reason it had never been fitted with gas and electricity. It was fortunate that the kitchen stove was wood burning or else they would not have been able to cook nor have hot water. Also the garden had grown to such a height that the kitchen window was almost totally obscured, giving the room a dark and sinister feel to it. Trish was quite reluctant to use the room, as it gave her the creeps. She was still convinced that she’d seen someone in the garden that first day.
Trish was also quite reluctant to return to her old, less-inhibited ways. They spent their evenings in bed as they had done in the past but Trish was reluctant to sleep with her husband in his uncle’s old bed. First she claimed that she was afraid of breaking the rickety piece of furniture, and then it was she was tired after spending the day clearing out Uncle Mark’s rubbish, and then she was planning their first dinner party with her friends. Sorry ‘their’ friends, as she reminded him constantly.
Liam was feeling even more frustrated than he’d been at her mothers. Trish was monopolizing the sorting of the house, deciding which of his uncle’s things they might want to keep and so on. Liam had just started his holiday from work so he didn’t have that comfort to look forward to, so there was only one option open to him; the garden.
He had no plan about how to go about it. He wasn’t one of life’s natural gardeners, but he knew that the first thing would be to cut the bushes back from the backdoor. So he invested in some garden shears and some thick gardening gloves and planned to make a start on the pruning. Opening the back door was tricky and as he did so several branches forced their way into the kitchen like arboreal invaders. These he decided to deal with first. The branches of the bushes were thick and took a lot of effort to cut, but he was glad when he’d finished that first task. There would be more firewood for the stove tonight, he thought.
Once the first bushes were cut back, he began pruning some of the small branches, putting the severed limbs into a large plastic bag that soon filled. Two hours and three more bags later, he’d finally cleared the area around the back door big enough for him to stand in and he put his foot down on a large hard stone that had been packed into the earth. Despite his lack of interest in gardening, he found it interesting that as far as he could, the rest of the garden path had been made out of similarly placed stones.
Now that he was actually in the garden, he could appreciate some of the wildness of his surroundings. The air was filled with scents from numerous wild flowers, creating an olfactory cocktail, while he could hear the sounds of animals and insects running through the undergrowth. He guessed that there might be hedgehogs and foxes using the garden as well as a badger or two. That would possibly account for the heavier movement he could hear. Those animals might have been nocturnal, but with the heavy growth of plants, it looked quite dark in the undergrowth.
Now that he could get out of the back door, he decided his first course of action was to clear a path to the back of the garden. But not today. There were too many bags of rubbish to clear away from his earlier efforts and it seemed to be getting dark. He wasn’t too sure how long he’d been pruning, but it must have been most of the afternoon. He turned and walked back to the kitchen, but as he closed the door, he swore that he could hear a girlish giggle from behind him. Probably one of the neighbors’ kids, he thought.
He decided the next day that he’d make an early start and got up from his cold marital bed at dawn. After taking the rubbish bags to the local tip, he stopped off at the garden centre and bought a few more gardening tools before returning to their house. Trish was up when he got back and was on the phone to her mother. Not wanting to interrupt such a vital phone call, he opened the back door. He’d obviously done less than he’d thought, as the area around the doorstep was still quite overgrown, so he made a start on the days work.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as he cut back the overgrown branches and cleared more of the path. It was strangely comforting dealing with this manual work, compared to his normal office job. It wasn’t that he hated being in the office, but had enjoyed himself more on the factory floor with his mates and he’d felt proud when something he’d worked on was completed. By the time he stopped for lunch he managed to clear about halfway down the path and had discovered that his uncle had planted several small fruit trees along its side. There was no fruit on them yet, but they were covered with the remains of blossom.
He turned and walked down the path and back into the kitchen. The next-door kids were obviously having fun as he could hear them laughing and chattering as he closed the door. Once inside, he realized that he’d was really hungry. Obviously he’d been in the garden far longer than he had intended. He looked at the clock. Instead of being midday as he’d thought, it was nearly five in the afternoon.
“Is that you Liam?” Trish shouted from the lounge.
“Yes darling,” he said coming to the lounge door. Immediately he realized that Trish was not alone. Sitting on the threadbare sofa was a plump, well-dressed man in his forties. Liam guessed that he was the antique dealer who they’d arranged to appraise his uncle’s furniture. By the look on his face when he saw Liam’s hot and sweaty body, he seemed more interested in appraising him.
“Liam,” said Trish “This is Major Cunningham.”
“Hi,” he said offering his hand to the major.
“Good evening, dear boy” he said in mellifluous tones, shaking the younger man’s hand enthusiastically. “Your charming wife was telling we that you inherited these pieces from your late uncle. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Liam shrugged. “To be truthful, I didn’t know my uncle Mark that well. Still as they say, every…”
“Cloud has a silver lining,” the Major said. “And you want to know if any of these items could be worth something.”
“Something like that,” Liam said.
Trish piped up. “The Major has been quite informative while you’ve been working away out there.”
“Indeed I have, dear boy. The good news is that most of your furniture is desirable in today’s market. I mean, there’s no Chippendales or any of the big names, but all the pieces I’ve seen today I’d be quite happy to take off your hands. My only concern is your cupboards. They’re all locked and your charming wife says you don’t have the keys.”
“Fraid, so,” Liam said. Trish glared at him, annoyed at his informality.
“Pity. I can’t take those off your hand until you’re able to open them and I can see what their condition is like inside. Still, I can tell that they sound like they’re filled with mysterious morsels and I would definitely be like to be the first to have a look at what’s inside. After yourselves of course.”
“So how much were you thinking of offering?” Liam asked.
The Major smiled. “For the chairs, tables and incidentals, I’m willing to offer about five hundred. Depending on the condition of the cabinets, possibly another two hundred more.”
“Pounds or Guineas?” Trish asked.
“Pounds, my dear. I couldn’t go up to seven hundred guineas for what you have here.”
“That sounds very reasonable…” Trish started but Liam stopped her. “We’ll let you know,” he said.
“Well, when you do decide, you have my number.” The Major said his smile slightly diminished. “Anyway, I think its time that I made a move. It’s getting late.” Liam showed him out and then came back to the fuming Trish.
“That was a perfectly reasonable offer the Major made,” she said. “We need the money to get better furniture than this old junk and that would’ve been a great step towards getting it.”
Liam had finally had enough. “Money isn’t everything. The furniture is quite good quality, you heard what he said. I’d much rather have good solid furniture that’s going to last, rather than getting into debt buying modern tat.”
“It’s not good solid furniture. It’s old and it’s worn out. What will our friends say when they come around?”
“My friends would take us as they’d find us. It’s only your friends that are stuck up snobs. Do you even like them?”
Trish looked hurt. “I know they’re not the sort of people you’re used to. But Mummy says that they’ll…”
“Mummy says! We need to live our own lives, not what your mother thinks we should live our lives like. You used to be great fun. Up for anything. What happened to you?”
“I grew up. When are you going to do the same?”
“That’s harsh,” Liam said and stormed into the kitchen. Making himself a sandwich, he looked out the window. It was still light, he could still get some work done in the garden.
Two hours later and Liam was still fuming. As he hacked at the overgrown mess in front of him with his newly acquired hatchet, he couldn’t believe what she had said. Living with her mother had been a mistake! Now she was turning into a carbon copy and there was nothing that he could do about it. He really didn’t hold out much hope for their relationship, not if she was going down that path.
He was lost in thought when the hatchet hit something solid. It was a different sort of solid than the bushes, sounding almost metallic. Slowly he looked into the undergrowth and in the fading light he saw something glint. It was weathered and covered in bird shit but it definitely looked like an elbow. He reached for his pruning shears and slowly cut around the limb, revealing more and more of a metal statue hidden amidst the overgrown garden. The arm was thin and feminine and raised like a ballerina-like pose.
He got closer. Now he could see more of the dancer’s body through the overgrown shrubbery. She was slim and life-sized and had been cast from some hardwearing metal. But the skill that had been used to make her was simply amazing. From what he could see, the dancer’s nude form was extremely lifelike, right down to the dimples in her buttocks. Cautiously he reached in front of her and felt the front of her body. Her breasts were small and the nipples were pointed, carved in a state of arousal for all eternity. His hands slipped lower, traveling down her flat belly and over her mound. Her maker had even cast her with a clitoris and his fingers slid between two cold metal labia. He quickly pulled his hands back, feeling slightly ashamed for groping a statue and he turned to go back into the house.
“What have you been doing?” Trish asked as he came to bed. “You look a right mess.”
“I’ve been working in the garden like you wanted me to. Satisfied?” He didn’t want another fight but he felt it was almost inevitable.
To his surprise, Trish giggled. “You could have a nasty accident with your flies open like that.” Liam looked down. His trousers were undone and he was sporting a full-on erection. He didn’t realize that the statue had turned him on so much.
“Listen,” she said, sounding more like her old self. “I’m sorry about earlier. It’s just that Mummy wants the best for us and I guess that I’ve been listening to her too much. It hasn’t been easy for her since Daddy died, you know”
“I don’t want us to be copy of your parents. I want us to grow together and make our own mistakes. Most of all I want us to be back how we used to be. Spontaneous and loving and adventurous. Don’t you want that too?”
“I do,” she admitted, “But not right now. When we’ve got rid of all the old furniture and built a nest that’s ours and not your uncle’s, then we can go back to the way we were before.” She turned over and went to sleep. Liam looked at her for a few moments; his gaze a mixture of love and pity before sliding into bed next to her.
That night Liam had a strange dream. He was standing in the garden, but the garden had been cleared of all overgrowth. There was no statue there either, just his uncle sitting in a deck chair reading a large leather bound book. As he walked towards him, Uncle Mark looked up. “Sorry dear boy,” he said, sounding a bit like the Major. “I would have told you what to expect once you’d started to clear the garden but I didn’t have time. Still you’re young. Enjoy their gifts while you can and when you’re no longer able, just let the garden grow wild. It’s better that way. Wild places should be left wild”
As his uncle went back to his book, he felt a cold metal hand slide down the front of his trousers and rub his penis to erection. He turned and faced the dancer who had seemed to become flesh and blood while still remaining metal. She pulled him towards her and opened her legs, allowing him to slide between them. He felt her hard yet soft breasts as she held his face to hers, her cold tongue sliding into his mouth. As they embraced, she moved her hands down his body and slowly freed his cock, guiding it between her slick metal lips. He pushed inside her, the cool steel grip of her cunt slick and warm and yielding. He moved his hips sensuously against hers and she moved against him, guiding him with a rhythm that was ever increasing, Soon he felt himself come inside his iron goddess and rolled over, still feeling the coolness of her body against his.
When he woke, he was cold and wet. Above him, the cloudless sky was lit with the first rays of dawn. Looking down, he saw that he was naked, the statue in front of him flaunting her body as she had done during her dream. He could see more of her in the early light. Long hair cascaded down her back, her face turned half back towards him with an impish grin on her face. To the left of her, a second dancer could be glimpsed through the overgrown bushes, while on the far side a male figure’s head stuck up out of the undergrowth. He guessed that the latter’s face had been what Trish had seen on their first day in the house.
Trish! How could he explain to his wife he’d woken up in the garden and in the nude no less. Quickly he ran towards the back door and thanked god that it was open. He ducked inside and checked the stove. It was still warm and that meant hot water! He put a few more branches in the stove to keep the hot water going and ran upstairs to the bathroom.
Ten minutes he was up and dressed. Thank Christ, Trish hadn’t noticed that he’d gone. He’d been dreading having to explain to her what he’d been doing. What had he been doing? For the first time in his life, he’d sleepwalked and had an erotic dream about a statue. There was only one thing he could do. He’d have to clear the ground around it and pretty damn quickly.
After a quick breakfast he was back in the garden, tools at the ready. Though he’d been expecting the undergrowth around the statues to be as difficult to clear as the rest of the garden, he found it very light work indeed. It was almost as if the plants and bushes wanted the statue revealed. By midday [or what he thought was midday. Time seemed to move slower in the garden] he’d managed to cut the overgrowth back to reveal the statue in its full glory.
For one thing, it was a single piece, not three separate statues. The three figures were obviously dancing around a central point, though none were touching each other. The second figure was an identical copy of the first; it’s only difference being that it was in a different position. Liam found it disconcerting that both figures had the same features as the statue from his dream, even though he hadn’t seen their faces the day beforehand.
The third figure was the most startling. As Liam had observed before it was obviously male and cast with the same level of skill as the other parts. Where it differed from the others was it was obviously not human. A pair of ram’s horns protruded from the sides of its head, while its lower body was hairy and with a pair of hooves instead of feet. Whoever had designed it had taken extra care with its genitals. They were impressive; the penis being at least eight inches long and an inch and a half wide, the testicles the size of tennis balls. As Liam walked around it, he noticed that the male figure also had a small tail attached to the base of its spine. It reminded him of a creature from Greek mythology, but he couldn’t remember what the damn thing was called. Unlike the other two figures, it wasn’t dancing but playing a reed pipe.
“Liam?” He heard Trish’s voice calling from the back step. She couldn’t see him or the statue from where she was standing.
“I’m over here, Trish,” he shouted. “Come and look what I’ve found.”
Trish walked down the garden path and joined him by the first figure of the statue. “What is it,’ she said cautiously.
“I think I know what you saw when we first saw the garden.” Liam waved his hands like a magician and presented the statue to her. Trish moved closer to three figures and examined it carefully. “Was this the face you saw?” he asked, moving behind the horned male.
Trish looked worried. “It was and it wasn’t.” Seeing Liam’s confused face, she added “It was definitely him, but it was further back in the garden. And I swear it smiled at me!”
Liam looked into the male’s face. “Well he seems to be very happy. But who wouldn’t be, dancing with these beauties.”
Trish looked down at the male’s genitals. “My God,” she exclaimed, “whoever designed this… this… Well, he was obviously overcompensating for something.” She leaned in closer. “It’s amazing work. I can see every vein and bulge. It’s even more magnificent that yours.”
Liam let the remark go. He knew there was no comparison between him and the statue. “What about these lovely ladies,” he said, wrapping his arms around their waists.
Trish looked up briefly. “Very nice,” she said before turning her attention toward the male statue once more. There was a tone in her voice that Liam hadn’t heard for some time. She was getting turned on.
Flustered, she looked up. “Have you been inside it yet?” she asked.
Liam was confused. Following her gaze he saw the garden had one more surprise. Beyond the dancers against the far wall was a summerhouse. It wasn’t in the best of conditions but it looked intact. Trish grudgingly tore her eyes away from the male dancer and walked towards it, Liam quickly following after her.
The summerhouse was not locked but the door was jammed, warped by wet weather. Still, with a bit of effort Liam managed to push it open and the two of them went inside. It smelt a bit musty but it was cozy and not at all cluttered, unlike the rest of the house. In fact there was only one item of furniture in it, a wrought metal loveseat, with two large cushions on it.
Trish sat down and made herself comfy. “This is nice,” she said, patting the other cushion. Liam sat next to her. “I wish we’d known this was here sooner. It’s quite nice in here.”
”Well that’s two discoveries we’ve made today,” he said as she uncharacteristically snuggled up to him
“I wonder who made the statue?” she asked as he put his arm around her.
“I’ll guess we’ll never know. It’s a nice piece of work though. By rights, it should be in a museum. Somewhere were people can appreciate it. It really shouldn’t be hidden like this where no one can appreciate it.”
“Perhaps we can sell it? The Major would give us a good price for it.”
“No!” Liam said sharply, surprised at how much we wanted to keep it. “I mean,” he said, regaining his calm. “Maybe we can cut the grass around it and make it the central point of the redesigned garden. That way people can appreciate its beauty, but we get to keep it.”
“You just want to keep it because of those beautiful girls,” she laughed, kissing his cheek.
“Well you weren’t shy about examining the other dancer.”
“Well I’ve never seen a Satyr before. Especially one so well endowed.”
Liam slapped his forehead. “Satyr. I knew I knew the same of it.” He turned back to Trish. “There’s only one problem with being endowed like that,” he joked. “It’ll put you off other men for life.”
“I doubt that,” Trish said, gently rubbing his crotch. “I think that it might make people realize what they’ve got in front of them.” She leaned forward and kissed him, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. They kissed for a moment, and then she lowered her head. Undoing his flies she pulled his erect cock from his trousers and started to lick around its purple crown. Liam lay back and let her slowly engulf him in her mouth. It had been ages since she’d been turned on enough to do this. Not since their honeymoon.
Slowly he lifted his hips and slid his trousers down to his ankles. As he raised his arms once more, he slid them under Trish’s blouse and unclasped her bra. Still sucking him, she reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse. Carelessly, she slid the garment off her shoulders and threw it into corner of the summerhouse. Her bra followed shortly after. Lifting her head, she reached for Liam’s erection and slid it between her ample breasts, rubbing them up and down his stiff shaft.
It was all too much for Liam. His cock jerked and sprayed Trish’s chin and breasts with come. Still, she kept on rubbing her breast up and down his shaft, until no more of his salty seed was released. Standing up in front of him she rubbed the sticky mess into her skin with one hand while the other slowly undid her jeans. Letting them drop, she scraped the last dregs of his come onto her index finger and slowly licked it clean.
“I’d forgotten how good you taste,” she said, sliding her panties down, revealing her hairy bush. Naked, she stepped towards Liam and gave another kiss that rocked his world. She pulled him off the loveseat and sat down herself, her legs spread wide. “Lick me,” she said, slowly rubbing her clit. Liam didn’t waste any time. He sank to his knees and licked her wet slit with long, languid strokes. She put her hands on the back of his head and held him close as her breath became ragged with desire.
It was dark when Liam awoke. He and Trish had fucked throughout the afternoon and evening, just like when they had been first dating. She had been her old self once more and was now deeply asleep. Liam shifted himself, making sure that he didn’t disturb her. He needed a drink of water badly. As he shifted, he felt something cold and metal under the cushion touch his buttock. It wasn’t the loveseat; it was something a lot smaller.
He reached down and picked up the object. It was a bunch of small keys. The missing bunch that opened the cabinets. Walking pass the three dancers, who seemed more lifelike in the dark he wandered into the kitchen and ran himself a glass of water. He finished it quickly and went into the lounge where the first locked cabinet was kept. It took him a little while but he found the right key and opened it quickly. Books. The cabinet was filled with books. Not just any books though. These were old books. First editions by the looks of them. He was glad that he’d found them and not the Major.
He opened one and flicked through its pages. Victorian Erotica. Something he’d never thought his uncle had been into. He felt his tired member began to grow stiff as he read the graphic descriptions of innocent maidens being introduced into the world of adulthood. It made him regret leaving his trousers behind in the summerhouse. He looked at a second one. A different style of writing to be sure, but it was more erotica. On further inspection it seemed that most of the books were erotic writings, ranging from Chaucer to the early Twentieth Century.
Most but not all. Other books in his uncle’s eclectic collection seemed to be treatises on the occult or occult based fiction. He half expected to find a copy of the Necronomicon but the nearest thing he could find was a collection of early Lovecraft stories reprinted from Weird Tales. One of these books resembled the book from his dream. Cautiously he opened it at random and began to read it at random.
It began “August 12th. My conjurations have born fruit at last! Today I did summon a creature of the wild that told me much of the lore of his people. The creature is manlike in form though possessing attributes of a goat or ram. He claims to be an emissary of a Wild God and has many tales of congress between his kind and ours. Tales that indicate that the unearthly pleasures I seek are within my grasp. He is willing to teach me more of his lore so that I can summon those who are more to my liking.”
He flicked onto another page of the diary. “September 6th. Last night I did conjure a spirit of nature, which I proceeded to have willing carnal knowledge of. The spirit is a beautiful creature and unparalleled as a lover from my experience. I shall learn many things from these creatures I think.”
Again, he flicked forward. “January 14th. Today was the most effective of my summonings. As well as my dear lovers and my good friend, I was able to call down the most powerful of beings I have yet summoned. A veritable God himself. At first I quaked before his awesome form but he was not displeased with the summoning. In fact he honored me for the worship of and love for his people. He will grant me great gifts but in return seeks a tangible sign of my commitment to him. I begin work at once.”
“January 15th. I’ve decided to have a statue built in my garden. The statue will reflect the joyous rituals that I have partaken with my friends and lovers and honor the great god himself. I know a skilled artist and metalworker that can provide me with what I want and will see him later today.”
Liam put the book down. He needed to show this to Trish, so that she could understand what was behind her reawakened sexuality. His uncle had done a deal with a nature god in return for some sort of sexual power, but something had happened which had led to the garden becoming overgrown. He didn’t know what it was, but he guessed that further study of the diary wield yield that information. He walked into the kitchen and out of the back door before stopping dead.
The dancers had gone! All three figures were no longer in their places. Liam didn’t know what this meant but he had the feeling that Trish was in danger. He rushed to the summerhouse but she had gone as. Only her clothes remained!
He felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw one of the girls standing behind him. Her face had a benevolent, yet mocking look to it and she reached for his unresisting hand. Delicately she moved it between her legs and he could feel a warmth and wetness between it that reminded him of Trish. Enjoyable as the sensation was he needed to find Trish and he tried to pull away.
Carefully she raised her hand and led him deeper into the undergrowth. He half expected to be torn to shreds by the sharp brambles they passed through, but the plants seemed to move away as they came near, forming a natural path. How long they walked was a mystery to him. They seemed to be walking for hours and hours and miles and miles. There was no way that they were still in the garden.
Finally they arrived at a small grove. Trish was standing in front of him, her arms held behind her by the other girl statue. She was scared, but she wasn’t hurt. The Satyr was sitting on a fallen tree that lay between them, blowing idly into his pipes. Every so often, he’d adjust the reed until it made the sound he wanted. Liam tried to get to his wife but the girl gripped him tightly.
When he was satisfied with the sound his pipes were making, he slowly rose to his feet. Keeping in time with his slow dance around the glade, he began to play a simple tune. Liam had never heard anything like it. Sometimes the pipes sounded like a flute, other times the drone of a bagpipe. The noise was primal and he found himself swaying slightly in time with the cadences. Looking over to Trish, he saw that she too was swaying in time with the music.
Behind him, the girl released her cold hands from his wrist and slowly joined in the dance. Trish’s captor too released her and Liam ran over to her, holding her in his arms. Her cool naked flesh felt amazing next to his skin and he felt his cock grow hard once more. One of the girls grabbed his shirt and tore it from his shoulders as she moved passed him. Soon the other danced past him as well, tearing more of the fabric off of his body. They were moving faster now and soon the rags that had once been his clothes hung limply from his body.
He tried to move but he was rooted to the spot. Looking into Trish’s terrified eyes told him that she too wanted to run, but the strange force was affecting them both equally. Instead, as the piper played a new melody on top of the existing tune, Liam found himself slowly stretching his leg to his side. Trish stepped out of his embrace and stretched her arm outwards, leaning back and raising her foot slightly.
The music was going faster now and both Liam and Trish were slowly circling the glade, their bodies moving in time to the primal beat. Trish flung out her hand and it was caught by one of the girls. The other girl grabbed Liam’s hand and then grabbed Trish’s other hand. Fingers locked, the dancers spun round faster and faster while the piper’s tune grew wilder and wilder.
The girls let the human couple go but they still danced, the music burning deep into their souls. Now all rational thought was gone from both of them; the dance was all! All five figures twisted and turned as they ran faster and faster. The music grew wild and wilder and then suddenly stopped. Trish fell on the ground and one of the girls dived on top of her. Liam tried to reach down to her and pick her up, but the two girls were now locked in a tight embrace.
A hand grabbed Liam. The other girl was standing in front of him and she pulled him close to her body. He felt a cold hand on his penis and then he inside her. She was as wet as she had been earlier. Or had that been the other girl? He no longer knew or cared. She pulled him down to the ground and he began to thrust into her, his moans synchronizing with those of his wife.
The piper began to play a new tune, its rhythm and tempo matching the sounds of lovemaking that echoed through the glade. It slowly became faster as both mortals reached their climax, but did not end then. Liam pulled out of the girl, his seed dripping from her parted slit as the other girl rolled off of Trish. Liam knew only one thing. He had to have his wife and he had to have her now!
“Fuck me, Liam!” Trish screamed as he penetrated her with a single thrust. “Fuck me hard like the beast I am!”
Liam roared. “You’re mine to do with as I please!”
“Yes,” she screamed again. “I’m your bitch, your slut. Whatever you want to do to me, you can do it and I’ll love you for it.”
This was better than Liam had ever hoped for. Even at her most uninhibited, there were things that she had refused to do. Though she held him tightly, he pulled out of her. Her face was filled with a mix of anticipation and disappointment. He rolled her onto her front and reached between her legs, rubbing her flowing juices around and into her virgin rosebud, while the dancers watched approvingly.
“Oh God,” she said realizing what he planned to do, “Just go for it!”
“I must say, Trish, I love what you’ve done to the house,” Trish’s mother said as she made her first visit to their new home. “Where did you find all this antique furniture?”
Trish smiled as Liam wrapped his arms around her. “This is all Liam’s uncle’s furniture. We were going to get new things, but we decided to keep the period feel.”
“I’m not normally one for old furniture, but I have to admit that it does work. Especially as you’ve now had gas and electric put in. Soon you’ll be able to invite your friends over for dinner parties”
“They were never my friends,” Trish admitted. “I only kept up with them to keep you happy.”
She looked astounded “Don’t say that you’re hanging around with those hooligans you used work with Liam!”
“Actually,” Liam said smiling as Trish subtly rubbed himself against his erection, “I don’t see much of them either. When we moved in, we made some new friends.”
“Well you’ll have to introduce me to them some time.”
“I don’t think you’ll approve of them, Mother”, Trish said. “They’re not your kind of people. They’re more outdoorsy than you’re used to.”
Trish’s mother shrugged. “What’s in that cabinet?” she asked.
Liam smiled. “My uncle was a bibliophile,” he said, knowing that Trish’s mother wouldn’t know what a bibliophile was. “I’ve decided that I’m going to follow in his footsteps.”
Trish’s mother sniffed as she went to the front door. “As long as you don’t do anything unsavory,” she said. “Anyway, I wish you’d do something with that garden. It’s such a mess. I know some very good gardeners.”
“We like it how it is,” said Liam, kissing his mother-in-law on the cheek. “Good bye.”
“Goodbye Mummy, see you soon” Trish waved as her mother drove off. She shut the front door and slowly began to unbutton the front of her dress. “Thank God she’s gone,” she said in a tone she wouldn’t have used some months ago. “I’m dying for a fuck.” Her dress dropped to the ground revealing her naked body.
Liam wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding towards her pert ass. “Front or back,” he asked.
“You’re so good at both,” she said smiling as she bent down on the stairs, her butt in the air, ready to be taken. “But we mustn’t do anything unsavory. Mother would never approve,” she said as Liam slid his rampant cock inside of her.