Moon Dance

By Cole Browning

Term time was once more upon the university city of Oxford England. The new intake of students were undecided whether they should strut around or cower in corners as their older peers circulated loudly, as only students know how. We shall return to this place of learning very soon and perhaps if some of the students had spent more time learning they might not, well that would rob us of our tale now wouldn’t it.

Far away in a darker place where the scent of smoke caressed the air, others watched the world of man and wondered as only they could what amusements might come their way this very year. That special time when they might slip between the worlds was fast approaching and with each passing day or at least what they had for days they became more and more restless. Here also we shall return with a guarded eye as it does not do to dwell overly long in such places.

Lastly let us visit a cottage, yes a much more tranquil place. The Oxfordshire sandstone dulled brown by the years supporting a thickly thatched roof. Here abides Joseph for such he calls himself and despite the view of an aged and hunched man whose life seems written in the scars upon his face, he is a major actor in our drama that shall thus unfold. See how when he thinks he is not observed how he straightens his twisted back and becomes tall and strong, yet the years do not seem to fit with this for aged he remains. Here too is a place that we shall return to as our tale unfolds as a play upon the stage that is life and the worlds above and below.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cole Browning
• Release date: Oct 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310944611

Cole Browning

Cole Browning is an author represented by Satinpaperbacks.com which is an online book club lending library and digital publisher. Established formerly 1st May 2013, this company has been in the making for over the last 3 years and has been the brainchild of Nicky Fitzmaurice. Cole enjoys writing all types of genres but has been focusing his talents on Erotica in the last few years.

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MOON DANCE

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Cole Browning

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Chapter 1

Student life was all excitement for the first few days, there was the wonderment and mystery of finding where you lived. There was the excitement of finding out where the local drinking places were, and Oxford has quite a few to frequent after you have sampled those upon the site of your university. Then there were the clubs and societies that set out each year to tempt in fresh faces to maintain and swell their numbers for the year to come.

There are however always those students that prefer their own council and keep very much to themselves, and also those that club together in mutual loathing of the official clubs. One of the latter was upon the second night sat around a table in the cellar bar upon campus. Before the term they had not known each other, but finding themselves in halls together they had quickly formed a bond. A bond that even over that first day or so had grown as they found that none of them had any desire to join any clubs that had thus far shoved fliers under their respective noses. To the casual observer they seemed an ill matched group, they ranged from the overtly fashion conscious to the ones for whom the t-shirt and jeans represented all you needed to survive student life. The former set could then be subdivided into the three groups those that were thin and knew how to wear skimpy well, those that were bigger and carried the fashion off well and the rest. The rest assumed they were fashion no matter what.

On this second night there was nine of them sat around tables with glasses in hand, the tenth member of their clan was currently feeling unwell. Megan had seriously over done it the night before and hadn’t been seen all day. For the rest going around the tables from left to right; there was Molly who the other girls looked at with envy, the pronounced curves of her hips and breasts capturing the eye of both men and women wherever she went. To this when going out she employed the best and most shapely dress and heels that were just the right length to improve her height and curve of leg. Add to all of this dark raven hair and you start to get the picture that was Molly. Next to her was Bill; the state of his jeans told you that either large holes were indeed fashionable or that frankly he didn’t care. It was possibly fortunate for Bill that a certain holiness in ones jeans was currently, or at least had been until recently a fashion statement, otherwise Molly might not have been so happy with him sat beside her. Of a good height his features were warm and kind in visage with a heart to match, the heavy metal t-shirt was the first one he’d laid hands and was not a taste or preference for listening.

Beside him was Clara, she had nearly all the features and assets as Molly with the exception she was a blonde. That and she had less desire to dress to impress stating to any that asked

If you have it you don’t need to flaunt it. Thus a tidy t-shirt and jeans was her choice for all times that really did not demand high dressing. Next in line was Sandy, she was curvier than the other two thus far introduced. Not in a bad way as she carried off her choice of outfit well; a dress in a dark red that offset the fiery red of her hair that cascaded over her shoulders. James was sat close to her and the observant might have noted the way his eyes scanned her on a regular basis. He had jeans without holes for such would not have sat well with him, and no gaudy t-shirt but a clean if not over pressed dark shirt; another man with a heart of gold quick to laugh and joke.

Besides James was Adam the one for whom the word shy was invented, shorter than the other lads with a slightly chubby appearance that was magnified by the baggy t-shirt and jeans he wore. How he had joined such a lively group was a mystery and certainly one he was pondering himself. ‘You really do not belong with them’ he had silently stated more than once that very evening as one or other of them joked or told a wild tale. Next came Susanna who was far better at covering her shyness than poor Adam. A larger girl with the sense to dress well, a pretty smile with a warmth that drew others to her. This draw was at odds with her inbuilt shyness which had been fostered in her formative years by the cruel words of her peers. She had light brown hair that dropped just past her shoulders and which when stressed she would play with. Last was Andrea a larger and curvier girl with the confidence to be one of the crowd, she had a dress sense that allowed her to fully exploit her figure while not drawing attention to any part she would rather not be focused upon.

The evening was bouncing along; currently Molly who perhaps had tasted of the grape overly well that night was regaling them with a tale. In the light of the morning she might wince at its telling but currently she was in full swing,

Oh God yes my first time she stated a giggle brewing as she did. Yes it was one of those evenings where those that dare try to outdo the others in tales of sexuality past.

Yes I remember it well, well who doesn’t remember the first time she skipped along, at least one other at the table pondered ‘I tried to forget my first, second was way better’ but apparently Molly’s first was worthy of memory.

We were alone, walking home from school. Both of us turned seventeen within days but until that day neither considered the other as anything but friend her words rolled out and the others began to hang upon them.

He lived the street over from me and we had to pass through a small wood to get home, well we did if we wanted to get home without going miles she paused. Well the sun was out and we were side by side, then it sort of happened, our fingers touched, well brushed at first and then we were like holding hands her gaze didn’t seem to focus upon the room as if she were elsewhere.

The next thing I knew we were among the trees and he has my skirt hitched up, there I was laid out before him legs apart. I remember wishing I had not worn the flowery panties that day but he was like a creature possessed and God was it heaven. That was the first time I had seen a nice hard Cock the last word while pronounced was uttered in a conspiratorial whisper.

Yes there I was looking down along my body, heart racing and he slips it out of his trousers and I just wanted to reach out and touch it. But he came to me and I felt his fingers touching my pussy, my eyes closed and he slid it in me. After that it was all a wonderful blur, it in me thrusting and filling me there was surely more to this but her words tailed off in to private reverie.

Sandy smiled she had been pondering her first and thought it would trump Molly’s

Okay girls well I don’t know about Molly and her virgin lover, I lost mine to a man with experience. She knew that all eyes were upon her as she began her tale.

Yes a long distance lorry driver, I was sweet sixteen and in town alone. My date who I had intended to give myself to had failed to turn up and I was truly pissed off with him. Well I was in this bar and got chatting with this guy, all smiles and rippling muscles. Told him I was eighteen and well he took me back to his room, I was so nervous, think he guessed I was a virgin; if not my age. Well the first time, I like Molly was on my back; but I was naked, he went down on me and my whole body throbbed. That was the first time I had cum from other than my own naive fingers, and it would not be the last that night by a long way. She paused and sipped her drink before continuing, the others daring not to break the spell.

Well I saw his hardness very soon after, he slipped it into my mouth. I hadn’t a clue what I was supposed to do; I mean you know the general idea but not the actual method. Well he seemed to enjoy it before he put it where I really wanted him to, well that was the first time but soon I was on my knees with him behind me giving me the ride of my life. It was a very long night and I was very sore in the morning, I remember trying to walk and thinking ‘wow’ I can still feel him in there Sandy came to a halt and all eyes were upon her.

Bill entered into the spirit,

Well I have to say when compared to these beautiful ladies mine was very poor. I remember being so nervous that after actually getting naked with the young lady in question I was at a complete loss about what we were supposed to do. I mean the text books and videos make it look so easy, get in between her legs slide it in, well there in lay the problem. Took ages to get it in, she you see was as nervous as me and well it wasn’t an experience to frame so to speak. The second time was way better but we are talking firsts he concluded and then noted the smiles around him that suggested the majority had the same experience. Only two at the table looked uncomfortable but thankfully for them no one else seemed to notice but each other, Adam was looking at Susanna and there was definitely an understanding passing between them.

Adam rose from his seat to go to the bar and found Susanna at his side when he got there, she leaned close to him and plucking up amazing courage whispered

Virgin? he almost heard the question mark and simply nodded his response and the bond was confirmed. Back at the tables the conversation much to their relief had moved on, apparently no one could top the Molly and Sandy show. Clara was enquiring of the group

I have always had a party at Halloween, but there is nowhere here big enough to hold one and I don’t fancy the one the union is putting on. What is everyone else doing? There was a host of blank looks as each tried to think what they might or might not do and realised that they hadn’t actually given it any thought at all. Adam in a rash moment of desire to be bold said

We should get together somewhere and do something. For a plan lacking so much in the way of detail it was immediately seized upon; the others seemed to take over and locations were readily discussed. Andrea seeing the way Adam had chipped in boldly stated without actual thought

Somewhere outside and mystical, well it should be shouldn’t it? Clara responded

Yeah just us and bloody mystical, oh and drinks obviously, party under the moon light and have fun. Still it was a plan without much plan but as with runaway trains there was no stopping it now, obvious locations such as churches yards etc. were cast aside as not remote enough for their needs and frankly they didn’t fancy Halloween amongst the dead.

What about the Rollrights? enquired Andrew who apparently was far more local than the rest of them; a chorus of

The where? he smiled and explained

They are standing stones near here, not as grand as Stonehenge but pretty impressive all the same. Think there are three sets very close together but the main one is close to the road. And the important part is they are secluded; as in not too close to houses and the road isn’t a main one. There were now nods from round the table, the runaway train was ploughing on and no one was going to stop it nor were they going to try and get off before it stopped. Thus it was that a group of students that was to be joined by Megan started to plan their personal party.

Chapter Two

Beyond the world of man lies the world governed or at least resided in by those we call Daemon’s, they themselves despite having created these images for themselves would laugh at you in perhaps disconcerting ways had you referred to them thus in their home world. But as names go it is the one they originally fashioned to scare those that live in our plain that we might notice and fear them.

The kingdom realm infested by the Daemon for they were really all that lived there in any real sense of the word was dark and bare. Skies that on our plain would change day by day hung dark and grey upon theirs at all times, even when the skies cleared they were without real colour. The ground mirrored the skies, dark and grey rock that even the frequent rains seemed unable to erode to softer things. The beasts lived in clan’s each unto their own type, those that were flesh and blood separated from those that were more bone than flesh. The great fire beasts well away from any other as their bodies were akin to the fire they breathed.

There were no real levels to this world, the grading of Daemon being more their separation, with no one group being any more evil that any other. They all liked their sport and would gladly travel the plains looking for it. At this point in their year they were eyeing ours, the calendar of man was coming to the point they craved the most. Arak the Growler turned his horned head and with leering grin he enquired,

So brothers what mischief shall we create in the world of man this year? Last year was so tame; we need something a bit more lively this time. I mean I know making buildings fall down and having people run screaming was fun and all but a beast has certain needs and frankly I just didn’t get mine seen to enough last year. Across the rustic table from him; and he was certainly a ‘him’ since clothes wearing was not high on their list of important things to do; sat Gunthrey the Angry. Another creature with a leer upon his face like his drinking partner; was horned and a dull brown red in colour.

Sitting was an art form when you are blessed or cursed with a tail, these upon Daemon’s were not mere waggy things these were almost limb like and could be controlled with fine movement. But being sat, it was a question of what one did with the tail, did you let it lie behind you and risk it being trodden upon or curl it around you like some pet snake. Currently these two were opting for the latter as the drinking hall was busy this day. Already three fights had broken out over tails that had been trodden upon and more than one of the Brethren was a smudge upon a table or wall as a result of drunkenly stepping without thought.

Ah yes the human’s create such sport, and their bodies are quite resilient to our play, well at least they last longer than some species we visit responded Gunthrey raising his tankard and draining it in one.

More ale! he cried and a timid figure came running with more tankards that were filled with the desired drink. The server was different to nearly all others in the room, there were only a couple more of her kind there and they were all property of those that were currently carousing. This was a human, a female of the species that had fallen into the hands of a raiding party and now was doomed to serve her masters for her natural and if they had anything to do with it unnatural life. Her owner was careful whom he loaned her to as to reduce the periods of magic healing she would