Beltaine Dreaming

He was the perfect blend of animal, plant, man, and celestial. He was born to protect the forests, and was blessed by his mother, the Goddess, with powers above and beyond those granted to mortal men. In his great lifetime, he had been known by many names: Herne, Cernunnos, Oaklord, and Horned One, to name a few. His true name, that given to him by his Mother when he was born, had been all but forgotten by mortals, save for a chosen few. These few were his most dear: hunters, warriors, and poets, all those who sought refuge in the deep woods.

Once in a great while, he would take one of his chosen for a lover, though they would die so soon and shatter his great heart. The Mother was merciful, and, having seen Her son's pain, had determined that the soul of his lover would be born again and again into a new body, and that he would recognize them, and they would recognize *him*, and thus each parting would be as brief as possible, in the eyes of an immortal.

And so it was that when the Green Man saw the beautiful youth, bathing in the river on the night of the Summer Solstice, he recognized his beloved immediately. The boy was strongly formed, his skin browned by the sun and wind and glistening in the moonlight, his hair as black as the night sky, droplets of captured water sparkling like stars. The young god moved quickly, braiding flowers into a long chain to present to his lover, then emerged from the brush and trees.

The youth turned and gasped at the effulgent green being, recognizing him as the one whom he prayed to. His lower legs were like those of a stag, matching the short antlers that emerged from his glossy green brow. He was, as a whole, hairless and smooth, his body vigerously-muscled and powerful, and all about him drifted the scent of earth, rain, sunlight, and growing things, overlaying--but not overpowering--that musk of raw masculinity that left the boy trembling and breathless with a sudden consuming heat in his loins. He stepped out of the water, standing bare before the forest god, who stepped forward and draped the sweet-smelling flowers around him. "I... I know you..."

"Hush, my love..." Callused green hands cupped his face, stroking his cheeks. "You will remember more clearly soon..." He bent his majestic head and claimed that sweet mouth he had been waiting so patiently to return to him.

The youth let out a gentle whimper, trembling in the powerful grip, emotions and sensations dancing through his body like sparks; he was afraid, yes, *terrified* of this beautiful creature. Any sane man would be. But at the same time he was filled with such love and yearning, a desire he had long harbored in his heart though he could not put a name to it until now. He panted, his warm breath fanning across that smooth emerald cheek, then let out a moan as his lips were released. "P--"

"Hush... I would hear my true name cried out, nay, *sung* at the moment that your passions are greatest, but not before." He traced the boy's lips with the pad of his thumb. "What do they call you in this life, my darling?"

"Gohan..." He breathed, then gasped a little as one sharp claw traced a tingling path down one side of his throat, almost hard enough to draw blood. It was a keen reminder that he was at this man's mercy, and quite vulnerable for his mortality.

The Green Man dipped his head and retraced that path with his forked tongue, sliding his arms around his reborn love as he started to lower him to the silken grass of the riverbank. He crouched beside Gohan, breathing in his scent before his mouth opened, his small serpent's fangs scraping gently. "Aaaaah, my darling I've been waiting for you to return to me for so long..."

"W-w-wha-AH!" The mortal cried out, his back arching, as the fangs slid into his skin. Heat ran swiftly through his veins, blotting out any remaining reluctance. He felt one of the rough--yet gentle--green hands sliding down to cradle his awakening sex in a tender, familiar grip, and he panted, his hips thrusting instinctively. He panted and whimpered, trembling, as the fangs, the source of his torment, withdrew from the small wounds.

He smiled at Gohan's brief moment of terror. "Fear not. I've been waiting too long for your return to kill you. The venom will simply... *enhance* the experience. Now... lie still..." He slid back, fluttering his clever tongue over the young man's chest, brushing his nipples to hard and desperate peaks. Gohan shuddered fiercely all over, fighting to keep still and spare himself further torment, moaning loudly as the Green Man imprisoned first one, then the other nipple between his silken lips, suckling and lapping with his forked purple tongue. Even after he slid down to carry on the delicious torture, the nubs of firm flesh continued to tingle fiercely. Gohan hissed a little as the tongue dipped briefly into his navel, then slid down to flutter teasingly around the base of his sex, already straining-hard and hot to the touch. His tormentor avoided the upward thrust of the hips with the ease of long practice, then drew down to pleasure the wrinkled sac, lightly furred with the coarse, perfectly-straight black hair.

"Ooooh goddess..." The mortal boy moaned, shuddering violently, panting as the forest god chuckled darkly, drawing a sharp, loud groan as the tongue probed the puckered ring of muscle below.

"Mmm... you're always so sensitive..." The blended creature purred as he lifted one hand and pressed the tapered middle finger to the opening; it tensed, then gave as Gohan moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his heated virgin body clasped the intruder tightly. The green man slid his tongue up to brush along the hot, silken shaft he had avoided before, elliciting low groans and fierce shudders. The finger thrust slowly, gently, while the finger's owner lapped at Gohan's straining erection before engulfing the head gently, sliding his agile tongue around the velvet skin. Gohan cried out gently, shuddering, as a second finger breached the taboo entrance, and the hot, skilled mouth descended, engulfing his shuddering phallus.

The only sounds from the forest god were low noises of pleasure in the back of his throat, and the soft wet sounds made by his lips sliding over saliva-slickened silken flesh. The fingers inside him flexed slowly, scissoring, stretching him to prevent as much pain as possible. Now those fingers retreated, only to thrust in again, this time with a third digit, drawing a low noise of subtle dismay. The fingers curled, brushing a bundle of nerves, and the dismay was replaced with pleasure as the lean torso arched. The forest god removed his fingers and sat up on his knees, removing the leather breechclout that had been doing nothing to hide his arousal, tossing the garment aside as he drew his beloved near.

Gohan was shuddering with thwarted desire, and moaned into the hungry green mouth as he returned the fierce kiss with equal fervor. He ground his hips forward slightly, and both males gasped as their shafts collided and slid together. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the young god's phallus, stroking firmly, gasping in surprise as he felt a slick wetness. He was gently pushed back on his back, his legs drawn up and apart, and he let out a long, low moan of mixed pain and pleasure as his lover's phallus pressed into his opening.

"I learned long ago to prepare myself for you, love..." The Oaklord moaned as he thrust forward with torturous slowness. He watched the young mortal's face carefully for signs of reticence, but saw only a mask twisted with the intensity of the sensations. "Aaaah, Mother, you're so tight..." He gasped, fighting to keep his movements slow and easy as the taut body writhed underneath his loving ministrations. Gohan's erection was trapped between them, throbbing under the green one's powerfully ridged abdomen.

"Oooh, goddess, harder, faster!" The mortal male pleaded, twining his legs around his lover's torso, squeezing with encouragement. The forest god needed very little, and now that the bond was assured for another lifetime, he released the remains of his restraint, his hips driving forward, pounding his hot sex into the eager cavity. Heat flowed liquid through Gohan's body, and his entire world dissolved as his lover collided again with that incredible spot inside him. "Oh, PICCOLO!!" His whole body arched as his shaft twitched, and he felt that hot mouth engulfing the head as his seed gushed.

Piccolo's cool breath fanned raggedly over his groin as his semen sprayed into the mortal man, glad--and not for the first time--for the incredible dexterity he had inherited so that he could taste his beloved's pleasure manifest. He withdrew himself reluctantly and swallowed his lover's gift, before bending down and kissing him fiercely. Gohan groaned, his mouth opening, and he sighed at his own taste on Piccolo's tongue. "Ahhhh..." The forest god sighed as he reclined on the grass beside him, sated for the moment. "I love you. You know that."

Gohan smiled tenderly. "Of course I do." He took the Green Man's hand and laid it on his chest. "My heart beats only for you."

The alien being returned the smile, his face creasing in the unfamiliar expression, and he drew the boy near. "Fear not for the wild things of these woods. They would not dare to disturb us now." He rested the beloved head on his shoulder, stroking the silken black maHe wHe was incredibly content, as he hadn't been since his lover left him last, and he closed his great coal-black eyes after giving the moon, his Mother's face, a grateful smile for Her mercy. Gohan wasn't worried at all, but was, instead, deliriously happy. And so, deliriously happy and well-mated, he slipped into sweetly shared Beltaine dreaming in his lover's arms.

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Authors notes: Awww, that was sweet. Anyhow, I actually have an illustration for this up at www.renderotica.com; do a search in the gallery for "Beltaine" and it should pop right up. Take a look at the other stuff there, too, and review review review! (Psssst! Artists and writers alike love feedback.)