Sylvia and Raccoon
— What if I, suddenly... well, you know... forget me?
— Don't say that! — tears welled up in the girl's eyes. — They will definitely cure you. And we will be together, forever. And if... and if, I will be faithful to you eternally.
— Silvie, — said Rakun, — please don't make impossible promises.
But she did. 18 years passed, and the girl had never had a man. She had no intention of getting married.
And in her soul, she kept the memory and fidelity to the one she loved and swore to remain faithful to him forever...Silvia was dreaming. The dream felt real. She was strolling in a fairy-tale garden, where beautiful flowers bloomed in a riot of colors and lovely butterflies fluttered. At the end of the path, a human figure appeared. It was walking quickly towards the girl.
— Rakun?! — unable to believe such a thing was possible even in a dream, exclaimed the one who had remained faithful to him.
Walking towards her was not an eighteen-year-old boy, but a fully mature man, eighteen years older.
— Yes, it's me, — smiled her beloved, — you kept your faith in me, and I didn't have time to sin much on that Earth in the fourteen years I lived, so THEY allowed us to meet.
— But this is a dream, isn't it? And who are they, and what is this place? — the virgin showered her destined one with questions.
— I recognize my Silvie, — answered the man in love with a tender smile, — immediately full of questions. Who they are, I don't know. This place? Paradise, probably... And this is not a dream. Your soul was brought here to meet me. We deserved this. You and I. Now it's allowed for us, we are adults. I want to possess you, my love. I want to love you, as a man and a woman do. Do you agree?
— Yes, yes, yes!! — cried the one in love with him and began to undress impetuously...
She was in such a hurry that she didn't look at her beloved. And he wasn't planning to undress. However, in the courtyard of this fairy-tale place, it was hot summer. He wasn't wearing a fur coat, but a light summer suit. As soon as the girl was completely undressed and stood before her beloved in her beautiful nakedness, covering her chest with one hand and that coveted little place with the other, inside which gentle butterflies fluttered, Rakun came closer to her and asked her not to hide the divine beauty from him.
— We don't need to hide from anyone, my dear, — he asked tenderly, — take your hands away. We are alone here in this World, there is no one else.
Silvie obeyed and, without saying a word, removed her hands, not knowing where to put them now, she put them behind her head. Her small pink nipples on her petite breasts trembled under the touch of the gentle breeze kissing them. And that sweet place, dreamed of by half the men on Earth, covered with a virgin forest of curly hair, seemed to live its own life. Or perhaps the butterflies fluttering in her stomach were asking to come out? The girl didn't know. In this fairy-tale world, probably anything was possible.
She didn't say anything about why her beloved remained clothed until now. This was his World. Maybe that's how it should be. The man approached her and tenderly embraced her. Their lips merged in a passionate kiss, their tongues began to get acquainted with each other. The girl's hands tenderly stroked the back of her beloved man, not feeling the fabric covering his body. The man's hands did the same, and although it was neither cold nor hot in the heavenly garden, the girl felt a slight chill, and goosebumps occupied her back. No, it wasn't that at all, the girl in love guessed, it was the love tremors before the impending magic. After all, the transformation of a woman from a girl is always a sacrament and magic, and in this magical World, even more so.
Rakun, carefully stroking his beloved's lower back, reached her little bottom. The butterflies in the virgin's stomach raged, turning, it seemed, into bees. But the bees didn't sting her, they secreted the nectar of love, which began to seep out from her womb. They pressed the upper parts of their bodies together, the shyness of the first date not allowing them to dissolve completely into each other. But the Man very much wanted to taste the nectar of love... He gently ran his hand along his Venus's thigh and, completing a loving half-turn, carefully immersed a finger into the trembling womb of the virgin. From these touches, experienced by her for the first time in her life, she trembled. And, slightly pulling away, she looked into the eyes of the one who would soon become her man.
Silvia immediately noticed that Rakun was without clothes. His body, neither that of a fighter nor an athlete, but rather that of a slender young man, did not have huge muscles or six-pack abs. He had always been sickly. "Probably, if he had survived in my World, he would have remained like this, — guessed the girl in love, — that's why he was shy about undressing in front of me."
Of course, she was right. The man was shy about his thinness and awkwardness. And in vain. She loved him as he was. Her hand involuntarily went down. She also wanted to taste the love nectar of her man. The nectar turned out to be slightly sweet. Or maybe it seemed so to her. This world, even if it was magical, was not so magical as to change the familiar. "I didn't grow wings on my back, and I didn't become more beautiful, being annoyed at my small breasts, — she thought, — but I have beautiful shoulders and a bottom. And legs... what about legs? Well, they're quite alright. Men in my World do look at them."
Her silly thoughts were interrupted by the man starting to stroke her small breasts and tenderly kiss and lick them and the nipples crowning the divine creation. As if lightning pierced Silvia's body. An involuntary "Ah!" escaped from the depths of her body. She impetuously grabbed with her hand what the butterflies or bees demanded to be plunged inside her to become a woman.
— Do you really want this? — asked Rakun.
— Silly, of course I want it. For whom did I save myself, if not for you? — laughed the happy virgin.
She grabbed the man's member with her hand, now without shyness, and directed it into her cave of passion. "It will probably hurt? — thought the virgin, lying down on the grass, soft and at the same time dense, like a featherbed, — it's okay, I'll endure it, for such an occasion she promised herself not even to squeak." Her lover was extremely gentle and spoke various tender and encouraging words. Besides, it was his first time too. Finally, they merged completely. The girl became a woman, and the boy — a man.
This was LOVE, that singular thing for which legends were composed, temples were built, nations were conquered, and the future was built. Without love — there would be no humanity. Of course, the pinnacle of love was always the birth of new life. Silvia gave birth to a boy nine months later in her own World on Earth. The doctors were a little surprised by the fact that her hymen was intact. However, such a case was not unique.
— And who is the father, — a medical worker asked her one day, — a pigeon?
— No, a butterfly, — smiling, answered Silvia, breastfeeding little Rakun.
She said this because sometimes she woke up from the touch of the wings of a huge butterfly gently tickling her breast. Silvie didn't wonder where this butterfly appeared from in her room, summer or winter. The young mother tried to fall asleep quickly from the gentle and tender touches to get to that World where the father of their child was waiting for her. One day she took little Rakun with her. In the morning, the boy suddenly said his first word. Of course, it was: "DADDY."