Legends of the Winds- North Wind adult version

The North Wind blew scents of fresh dewy spring naiveté, playing around with Ailizra's hair. The raven haired beauty wandered in the lilac fields, her hands floating across the petals of the flowers to feel their sweetness. A violet sky promised dewy showers to come during the shadowy night to come, yet this moment was a lilac perfumed afternoon in the fields of innocence. Jevedra, mistress of minds and unspoken matriarch, had sent the naïve girl to the fields, knowing her time to join womanhood was coming.1

Untold of the legends of the winds, Ailizra enjoyed the tickling sensations of the wind whisking past her petal soft skin. Knowing not why she was here or how long she would linger, the soft willed girl lingered, taking time to enjoy the slow changes of feeling playing against her soft hands and feet, as well as the plants lightly caressing her legs as she meandered. Her untroubled mind turned to thoughts of that morning.2

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Kalavra had set out a light, almost translucent dress, on her willow chair, engraved with patterns of lilies. As the ignorant girl teetering on the point of womanhood started dressing with the normal underbelongings, the kind mature woman had kindly reprimanded her, for the mistress of minds had known it was best if only the dress was to be worn today.4

Light steps hardly gracing the soft ground, Ailizra walked to the ebony temple, where the mother of all, living hundreds of lives, with hundreds more to live, was wearing a white robe, contrasting her bright grey hair. “Young one, come,” the melodic voice called out, to the naïve one. Sitting in the traditional position, sitting on her legs so that none showed underneath the mid length flowing robe, the raven haired one waited to hear what would be best for her to do that day. “Go to the lilac fields. Return when you have had your experience,” the incense filled ancient mind said, full lips hardly moving, her stature showing grace of the North Wind.5

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As the sensual wind lightly wakened her sense, a dreamy calm also overcame her, though she did not yet succumb to it. The North Wind grew slightly more powerful, causing a few flowers to float off their stems, towards the elegant girl, landing in her midnight hair. The light material of the dress was also caught in the wind, whipping lightly up, due to the gentle pressures of the wind. Oils of lilac tasted the edges of her dress, causing the clothes to sweetly drip away.7

Noticing the aroma of sweet oils of her skin, the sensation pulled her into a dreamlike state. Lying on the lilacs, her eyes closed, as if falling into gentle sleep. The oils from the crushed flowers, spread across the entire garment, some oil wicked away by the wind. The soft sensation on her skin grew and spread, her mind becoming unconscious though her body awakened. 8

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Lying with oils soaking her body completely, the young woman felt a light touch as a small gust of wind touched her inner leg, grazing it slightly with a caress. Though feeling dreamlike, her naïve body felt a slight shiver at the first touch, concentrating only on it as a second came slightly higher. The wind fell quiet for a few moments, before slowly blowing, carrying a lilac blossom across the fields. Its delicate petals danced across Ailizra’s skin, making it tingle as the flower danced from her neck down past her belly button. As it twirled lightly, a finger of wind entered her. A slight gasp escaped her light lips, becoming audible as another whisper of wind entered as another gust kept the lilac sweetly caressing the entrance. Virgin nectar fed the wind.10

Quivering in delight, the wind crept up her body, caressing each precious spot of skin with tender gusts. A flurry of wind pressed against her open lips, creating a passionate embrace with her mouth. Feeling the absence of the small bits of wind in her, Ailizra felt a larger breeze of wind press its tip against her. Her back reached upwards into the pressure of the North Wind. The breeze entered slowly at first until filling her, the pressure on her lips entering her mouth. Her body brimming in pleasure breathed only the wind, as it left and filled her slowly, taking its time in the fields of innocence to blow faster. Nectar flowed abundantly before the woman felt the wind’s release.11

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In the wind’s grasp, her body shuddered before losing consciousness. The North Wind slowly stopped flowing across the field, as flowers bloomed. As the wind pressed oils were absorbed into her black hair, the roots sparkled, the affect flowing out to the tips. Buds pressed against the sleeping body, weaving into each other, leaving their stalks as the oils attracted them. 13

When Ailizra awoke, the woman stood, finding herself dressed in white robes, her hair lively grey. Her wise eyes gazed north with a loving glance before gracefully exiting the fields. Walking to the temple with slow steps, she lowered herself onto the empty seat, feeling the incense enter her body. The aromas of awareness started to flow through her being. Her stature showed the grace of the North Wind.14