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Amethyst

by xelliebabex 10/17/16

Amy Hayze sat on the edge of a precipice looking down into the chasm below. It was a long drop and clouds of misted spray rose up obscuring the white water at the end of the waterfall. It looked soft and comforting. She wasn't afraid to be perched on the edge of the stony outcropping high above the falls. She looked up into the bright white light above her and felt its warmth and life. She was content. Happy even, here in this place between life and death.

She heard the wind blow through the trees behind her and knew instinctively that she was in danger, yet she didn't want to turn to face it. She didn't want to leave the contented bliss of this moment. She reached down and grasped the edge of the rock ledge she sat on. If she ignored it, it would pass, but even as she thought it she knew she was lying to herself. The choice had to be made, and she was suddenly inexplicably scared.

Clouds began to obscure the warmth of the bright white glow of the sun. Standing, she turned to face the trees and the winds that brought the darkness of a storm. At the front of the clouds was a rider that seemed dark and malevolent, as it bore down upon her. Thunder rumbled as the rider sped toward her menacingly. She knew the decision had been made for her and she jumped, falling through what had seemed soft clouds but were insubstantial mist. She opened her mouth to scream...

*****

"Amy wake up," Greg said shaking her shoulder gently. "Amy it's just a dream." Amy looked up into his worried eyes, taking a large breath as she came back from the dream. He saw her eyes refocus and stroked her face. "Maybe you should see someone about these dreams," his voice held concern.

"Maybe," she agreed. Recurring dreams always manifested for a reason, that much she knew. She could go to see a psychologist for counselling about it, a psychiatrist who would probably diagnose her with some form of PTSD or she could go home, to her mother, who was an expert on analysing dreams in addition to many other unusual skills.

She got up and went to get a drink. How on earth could she explain her mother or even her former life to Greg? He was so sane and rational. He lived in the real world and was cynical about all religions, especially the alternative ones. If she told him that her mother was a white witch and head of a Wiccan coven, he would laugh. He would accept it as one of those things that eccentric people did, but he would treat it as a joke. If she told him, she used to be part of that coven he would lose respect for her and realise she had been one of those eccentric people who didn't live in the real world.

She went back to bed and wrapped her chilled nakedness around Greg's warmth. "Since we're both awake," she purred into his ear. She didn't want to think about the dream, and she knew Greg could erase her mind completely. Her hand slid down over his body to wrap around his rapidly hardening manhood.

"You're insatiable," he murmured, "Not that I'm complaining." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a heated kiss. She melted into that kiss letting the rush of chemistry between them fill her mind.

She positioned herself over him and covered his body with feather light kisses. She stroked along his exposed skin, with the flat of her hand and wasn't surprised to notice that Greg's arousal matched hers as usual. Then, as her dark hair tickled over Greg's lower belly, Amy took his thickness into her mouth.

Greg groaned at the pleasure and pushed his fingers into the softness of Amy's hair. After a few moments, he pulled her mouth from his body and rolled her over onto her back. He parted her thighs and gazed at the folds of her pussy where it nestled shyly between her thighs.

"So beautiful," Greg whispered as he bent forward, eager to taste the warm wetness of Amy's excited body.

"Oh, yes!" sighed Amy when Greg's busy, inquisitive tongue found her molten core. "Just like that. Oh God, yes."

Greg tongued Amy with mounting desire. His arousal only grew further at the soft moans of pleasure she made. Her words of encouragement spurred him on, and he was eventually rewarded by Amy's long, and almost animal-like keening as her climax washed over her senses. Then, when Amy's body had begun to relax, Greg moved between her widespread thighs and felt the molten heat of Amy envelop his cock.

Slowly and tenderly he moved against Amy's body. He increased his pumping pace as Amy's breathing became more urgent, until he was finally thrusting forcefully into Amy's welcoming, wet heat. Amy herself was rocking her wide hips up to greet each charge from her lover. She pulled at his torso with her hands and was using her legs to pull Greg into her body, deeper and harder. It was as though Amy meant to devour him, like some kind of predatory man-eater, but finally, when Greg grunted and stiffened above her, Amy's second orgasm broke as well.

At the very moment of their mutual climax, Amy knew that the attraction between them was based more on lust and sex, than the friendship they had cobbled together, to overlay that chemical combustion that made them feel so alive and held them together as a couple. Satiated and relaxed again, she dozed wrapped in his strong, protective arms and didn't dream again that night.

*****

Amy sat on the edge of a precipice looking down into the chasm below. It was a long drop and clouds of misted spray rose up obscuring the white water at the end of the waterfall. It looked soft and comforting. She wasn't afraid to be perched on the edge of the stony outcropping high above the falls. She looked up into the bright white light above her and felt its warmth and life. She was content. Happy even, here in this place between remaining hidden in the rainforest behind her and bathing in the warmth of the sun.

She heard the wind blow through the trees behind her and knew instinctively that she was in danger, yet she didn't want to turn to face it. She wasn't ready to return to the darkness. She didn't want to leave the light and its warmth. She reached down and grasped the edge of the rock ledge she sat on. If she ignored him, he would let her stay but even as she thought it she knew she was lying to herself. She couldn't ignore him his attempts to reach her seemed urgent.

Clouds began to obscure the warmth of the bright, warm glow of the sun. Standing she turned to face the trees and the winds that brought the darkness she look at the growing storm. At the front of the clouds, a great wave carried a rider that seemed dark and malevolent as it bore down upon her. She took a step backwards; she wasn't ready to leave; she didn't want to go with him. Then she was falling through what had seemed to be soft clouds but were insubstantial mist. She opened her mouth to scream...

*****

"It's no different to when you were in India and happily threw paint bombs on everyone for the Holi festival to celebrate Spring," Amy argued with Greg.

"So you are saying this festival is about Spring, but it falls on Halloween, and they talk to the spirits because the veil between worlds is at its lowest," he shook his head in confusion trying not to sound like he was mocking her. He could see that she was struggling to tell him about her family.

"Well yes but no. They choose to have the festival between the Spring and summer equinox at a time when they feel it is the most potent to ask the spirits for help. It's no different to Christians asking for miracles at Easter or Christmas time," she sighed thinking her words were falling on deaf ears.

"Okay and this is how you grew up, in this alternative religion?" Greg asked sceptically. She was so straight laced he found it difficult to believe.

"Yes," she sighed. "Look you don't have to come, I just didn't want you to think that I didn't want you to meet my family."

"Oh, I'm coming! I wouldn't miss this for the world," Greg chuckled.

"Don't mock them and their beliefs, Greg. Whatever you think, they are still my family," she said sadly knowing this was a bad idea.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Greg held up his hands as if surrendering to her rules. "I'll ask for the time off work today. I'm not sure I'll get both weeks but at least one of them," he said and pulled her into his arms. "I promise I will be on my best behaviour," he grinned at her. He loved her, and he knew she loved him, but she had baggage, and if this was the way to deal with it, he was going to be there to support her.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. She had thought about it a lot, and she wanted him to come with her and see the real person she was, rather than just the woman she projected to mainstream society here in the city. She was a massage therapist at a day spa and was more likely to get questions about prostitution rather than the Reiki healing she practised. She had left her alternative life behind her five years ago when she'd moved to the city and rarely spoke of the beliefs in earth magic she had grown up with.

He kissed her then. "I love you," he murmured the three words that seemed to be so hard for her to hear. "I want to know everything about you and that includes your family no matter how wacky you think they are."

"I don't think they're wacky I am worried that's what you will think," she argued to avoid reciprocating those three words.

"Honey, we've been together for almost a year now, we live together. When are you going to believe that I'm in this for the long haul? Short of something illegal like drug or human trafficking, I'm happy to celebrate your family's traditions with them. Just as I am sure they will celebrate the traditions we choose for our family in the future," Greg said confused by her reaction. He wasn't intolerant of anyone's choice of lifestyle. He may be sceptical of any religious fanaticism, but he was a live and let live kind of guy.

"We have a family in the future?" she asked her eyes widening.

"Well, it would be a shame to put all this practise we've been doing to waste," he chuckled. "Not right now but in the future some time I'd like a family," he said without guile. "Speaking of practice," he kissed Amy again and pulled her body against his so she could feel his arousal.

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