RAINY DAY
A warm spring day is broken by the approach of grey rain clouds. They block the light from the sun and cast the world into shade. Such is the scene within the dense forest that is ringed with a chain of tall, rocky mountains. Droplets of water fall through the air, washing the standing trees below and the caretaker of this Eden, a wood nymph by the name Celeste.
She's busy tending to some wilted flowers, helping bring life to them, when she feels the raindrops wash over her skin. Her body comes alive and a warmth fills her. And it's this rise in temperature that stirs a deep desire. She finishes with the flowers and immediately sets her feet to running.
Her toes dig into the grass giving her adequate traction as she flies between the trees. All the while, water droplets continue to kiss every inch of her pale green skin, while running between the dark leaves that act as her clothing. Every touch of liquid is a promise of things to come. Like a mischievous child, the rain eggs her on, daring her to run that much faster.
And it's accompanied by the blowing wind, rolling along the trees and playfully whipping at her back. Like a pair of twins, these two elements come together to make a bit of sport. Celeste obliges the rascals and really puts her legs to the test. She runs every which way, challenging them to keep up and the laughing children do just that, their touch a continuous reminder, almost tauntingly so, of what lay in store for her.
The trees break, opening into a large clearing with a big, dirt circle in the middle. Wasting no time, the wood nymph throws herself to the ground and immediately scrawls in the loose soil a strange pattern that seems on the verge of being a mad scribbling and calculated design.
A deep hole appears of its own volition followed by another, both of which are accompanied by a long line, together forming a rudimentary face. "Celeste," it breathes as a smile spreads wide.
"Duncan," the wood nymph returns and lays herself next to it. "It's time for some fun.
"Now?" Duncan questions while staring into the dismal sky. "But it's raining. You know what rain does to me."
"I know," Celeste admits as she traces a delicate finger in the middle of the face. "But I feel so alive. And I want to share that feeling with you."
"I'd love that too," Duncan admits and gives a smile. "But can't we wait-" His lips become preoccupied with the woman's own. She had lowered her face to the dirt to meet his.
No more words are exchanged as a set of gooey arms push their way upward and encircle the flirtatious nymph.
The two rise as one, until Duncan's body is fully revealed with the rain turning it to mud. The lovers share a final, lustful look before they lose themselves in each other. All the while, the twins laugh and carry on around them.
SUNNY AFTERNOON
The summer season brings with it an oppressive heat wave that bakes the ringed forest below. All of the woodland creatures, those that have any sense, keep well away from the sun's harsh presence and stick deep into the cooler parts of the woods. But not all creatures are repulsed by the heat, some relish it, especially dirt elementals like Duncan.
He rises from the soil, crafting a strong body that solidifies within the sunlight. It fills him with an intense, incredible energy that flows through every fashioned sinew. He starts walking toward the trees but is held back. It seems the celestial body does not want him to leave. It very much wishes he should stay and revel in the day that it has brought.
But the solid man is not interested. He casts a grateful smile before crossing into the shade provided by the dense canopy. Duncan makes his way deep into the forest where he finds Celeste decorating young saplings with leaves of their own. He places his hand against hers and pulls it back to her body.
"Hello lover," the nymph greets the solidified mud man as he enfolds her.
Duncan has no words for her. He's lost to her gentle caress and delights in her presence alone.
He lowers his head into the crook of her neck and deeply breathes next to her ear, an act which turns her knees to jelly. Unable to stand, she relies on his strong muscles to keep her from falling. Together, the lovers lower themselves to the grass, celebrating each other. All the while, the jealous sun tries desperately to peek through the overhanging branches.