Man and Woman
The man saw her across the garden, and his loins stirred.
He looked down at himself, bold and uncovered. He touched the being waking from slumber between his legs, encouraging it to rise. He looked up with a primitive shyness in his eyes, but his gaze was unwavering as he consumed her: tiny breasts like plums bulging softly from her tanned chest; delicate fingers, lifting dripping fruit to her bright lips; spine curved like a gentle snake. The man hungered.
He strode through the foliage, stopping to pet the leopards and stretch out his hand for a raven to perch there. She still stood at the tree, gazing up at the sun filtered through its branches.
He stretched out his hand to the woman, who turned with no surprise; there was nothing here to startle them, nothing to make their hearts beat faster. Except each other.
She took his hand and pulled him towards her so he took her thick lower mane in his hand. Wordlessly, she pressed into him so that his fingers slipped inside. She was already wet, waiting for him. He knew how this played out, but he hardened anyway.
In the tree, a monkey hooted her approval. The man smiled. He took the woman in his arms and laid her gently on the soft, mossy ground. Water burbled in the stream as she spread her legs with her hands, inviting him downward with long, slow strokes down her own thighs.
He knelt on the earth and gathered himself in his hand, chasing her fingers with his soft flesh. He reached her entrance and paused. A gecko crawled onto his leg. A curious wolf and her pups stuck their noses out of a nearby bush to take in the scent of rutting humans.
The man looked around him one last time: the garden, tended by unseen hands, filling with animals from land and sky to watch the sacred union. Many drew close enough that fur and feathers and scales became a part of the sensory experience.
The man plunged. The woman cried out. The world paused, to marvel, to take note in awe. Humanity unified.
The man moved with instinctual precision. He came completely free of her every time, and she lunged towards him with every re-entry. Her hand slipped between and below them, to fondle him and hold herself open. Once, he held her down at the waist, moving so vigorously that she squirmed and spurted. Her liquid sparkled on his chest in fearless droplets. His face, tentatively furred, beaded with exertion.
As she writhed, the animals drew closer. The wolves nuzzled at her breasts and lapped at her nipples. A sparrow alighted above her mound, when he was withdrawn, and fluffed its feathers over her clit so she ached and stretched and the bird darted away. The man sucked in his breath and placed his hands on her ass, lifting her to expose her other hole. Into this he slipped, slick with their natural lubrication. She tightened, the lines in her face expressing her gratitude, her vulnerability.
The man gasped, the world dotting with color. He came. Whiskers tickled at his ass and he clenched tighter.
He fell into the woman’s arms, rolling together in the moss to face each other. His eyes opened, sleepy, and found hers. She smiled and touched his face, tracing where the hairs grew.
They were too entangled to notice the dry rasp of bark on scales as a serpent twisted down the nearby apple tree.
