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(Contains: nudity and sexual themes)
Thom Crowe was a man on the edge.  Before him spread a vacant expanse of nothing and behind, a golden field of his follies.  He stared into the limitless certainty beyond with a degree of detachment, like a road-wearied traveler's eyes set blankly on the vast horizon beyond his road.  For Thom, there was no road.  Only here.  And then.  A silent wind whipped at him from the empty chasm, unfurling mute and hollow promises.  An end that would never come.  A finality which could never be for Thomas Crowe.

By contrast, the fields behind were lively and lush.  Golden grass swayed and danced in a gentle breeze, interrupted only by the criss-crossing paths he had trampled in his adventures and frolics.  Hills rolled out the flattened trails marking his capers and dandelion puffs swirled hyper eddies agitated still by the sudden maelstrom that followed Crowe.   It was a fey wind that spun behind Thomas, which drifted and turned, and woke things only imagined in fairytales and dreams.

Roused by the violence of his passing, the sylph drifted languidly upon the breeze, pranced and bound over the trails flattened beneath his feet and twisted curiously in the whirlwind of cloud-puffed seeds.  Long legs formed of alabaster and grace tightened and sprang, gay and free behind Thom Crowe's back, and balanced lithely on slim hips, marred with neither hair nor blemish.  A delicately perfect dimple marked the center of smooth stomach rising from the fey maiden's tender petals up unto the gentle swell of tiny breasts.  Teased and tautened at the brush of cerulean hair, iceberg blue nipples rose firmly from areolae the span of a dime.  Topping a body formed of perfection-in-fantasy personified, the sylph's face was dainty, lifted with mischievous cheekbones over full lips the same shade as her nipples, split by a thin nose and beset with sparkling eyes of brilliant sapphire.

The sylph crooked a willowy finger and a tilted grin, beckoning Thom Crowe from the precipice.  As he turned, so did she, shifting weight with a playful glance across her shoulder and a swoosh of blue hair draped over tightly bunched buns.  Without hesitation, Thom gave chase.  Answered with a silvery giggle, the sylph darted aside.  She took turns running across the field, laughing at his every misstep and stumble as his eyes locked on her snow white rump tensing and flexing, and the peek-a-boo hint of royal blue petals hidden between; and dancing circles about him, small perky orbs bouncing their swollen blue treats like cherries on a Jell-o sundae.

At length, Thomas caught the vexatious sylph, tumbling across the field with a carefree duet of guffaws and giggles.  She rolled atop, pressing lips like rain-slicked cotton candy against his.  Hands of whispering clouds roamed and pulled at Thom's clothes as they traded wet sighs.  Though he tested and probed and tried, the sylph made him wait until he was stripped of all but a dusty t-shirt before parting lips to taste his tongue and parting legs to mash glistening wet petals against his thick hip.  

Thomas didn't let her self-gratification last long.  He pushed himself upright, lifting her in his arms, their lips still locked and tongues warring for dominance against the other – or merely boasting flexibility and stamina.  Slender fingers found the bottom of his shirt and lifted, separating their lips with the thin fabric.  She paused, trapping his face in the cotton and curled legs around his waist, locking at her ankles.

She could feel Thomas' arousal.  His stiffness throbbed with burning need, impressing its urgency upon her cloud white bellybutton.   The sylph laughed and lowered a hand between them.  She teased fingers as light as a mist-borne sigh along his length while he struggled to free himself from his own shirt.  Petals dripping honey and dew parted at the base of his manhood and she grinded into Thom's slow groan.  She drifted back in his lap to press him again, and a third time and a fourth, then squeaked in dismayed surprise as he lifted her from her game and onto his.  Thomas Crowe impaled the sylph on his lap, thrust his meatblade hilt-deep into the damp, tight crevasses of her garden, and then thrust again.

Caught between disappointment at his rushed urgency and the urgency of his rushed excitement, the sylph pouted.  And then exhaled.  Then gasped.  Sapphire eyes glazed slowly against the cloudless sky as they ascended, her suddenly stunted arousal rising again, following into the sky behind them with each grunting thrust Thomas Crowe squawked.  On a warm monsoon breeze, they soared like angels, limbs entwined and thrusting and grinding like a machine of flesh and sweat.

But there was more to the sylph than soft clouds between her legs.  She arched her back, baring small, perky breasts to the sun, and pulled Thom's lips to her.  For the moment it lasted, the sylph chased heaven through her body, inhaled from the frosty air a quarter mile above Thom's golden fields and expanding to fill her every limb with a tingling minty chill.  His tongue set fire to ice blue nipples, his teeth pinched and tugged a yelp from her nerves and a moan from her heart, and his pulsing tool slammed her sex gently as a hammer.  Calloused hands cupped muscled ass, pulled and squeezed and clenched and spread.  And when she was rolling her head back, readying to spill her screams to the horizon, hot seed spilled from Thomas Crowe's rigid manhood.

Load after load of burning release filled the sylph as the pleasured gauze misting her vision retreated.  She stared at him, sapphire eyes darkening with each self-satisfied grunt pumping frustration into her loins.  And when Thom's once boastful muscle slipped from her burning blue lips, leaking the pearls of his own gratification, the storm broke angrily upon her face.

"I wasn't finished," the sylph hissed petulantly.  She disentangled her legs from the blissfully ignorant Thomas Crowe and pushed.  Black clouds gathered at the brush of gossamer wings, roiled in sympathy of her irritation, and chased the inadequate lover with the sweat and juices of his own exertions for the half mile that he fell from heaven.

Thom Crowe was a man on the edge of life and death.  Before him spread a vacant expanse of nothing.  And behind, hurtling fast to meet him, a golden field that would soon bear his follies.
Update 2/18/13

My sincerest gratitude to *Laura-Lie for recommending this story for recognition as a DD and to ^Beccalicious for supporting her suggestion.
And now, most unprofessional squeeing. :iconlachoirplz:

This is my first DD and I'm proud to have received it, proud so many deviants have read it and grateful for all the kind words. You've all started my day in the most splendid way. :aww:



Update 3/24/12
This piece is part of a larger story. For the next chapter, please see below.

For The Spectacular Cheap Thrills Romance Contest hosted by :iconladylincoln:

Yes, I stumbled several times while writing this, struggling with the question of whether I could post it or not and if it was too shallow and gratuitous. I decided I've seen literature on dA that was far more explicit and with less pretense at being anything other than an erotic scene, so here it is.

It took me a very long time to come up with something I wanted to write for this contest, and then longer to figure out how to stage it. And even then, I don't think it's quite what `LadyLincoln was prompting, but I enjoyed the challenge and had fun writing this. I hope you enjoy it.



Echo Prelude (mature themes throughout)
:bulletwhite: I: Sylph (sexual content)
:bulletblack: II: Blood Rainbow (violence)
:bulletwhite: III: Stellar Life New Connections (sexual themes)
:bulletwhite: IV: Bubbles (sexual themes)
:bulletwhite: V: Blood Lake (violence)
:bulletwhite: VI: Naiad (sexual content)
:bulletwhite: VII: Fatal Death (sexual content)
:bulletwhite: VIII: Epilogue
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Given 2013-02-17
Sylph by *iceofwolf ( Suggested by laurotica and Featured by BeccaJS )
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ShesJustHiding Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013
"Thomas Crowe impaled the sylph on his lap, thrust his meatblade hilt-deep into the damp, tight crevasses of her garden, and then thrust again."

NONONONONONONO ABORT ABORT ABORT. Please dear God dear Lord let us make a concerted effort to oust the term "meatblade" from our collective consciousness; the world is better without it.
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Nope, sorry. This is going to be one of those what has been seen cannot be un-seen things. "Meatblade" has scarred your thoughts, now and forever. :XD:
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ShesJustHiding Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013
My roommate suggests "beef sword" which, for whatever reason, I find to be a 100% improvement upon meatblade.
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's a little bit less... evocative. :P

I think it's awesome that "meatblade" became the topic of conversation between you and your roommate. :XD:
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ShesJustHiding Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013
It was hard not to when I let out a wounded sound of utter horror upon reading that sentence quoted in the original comment.

And I disagree! Meatblade could be anything - any kind of meat, any kind of blade. You could be comparing the male sex organ to a butter knife for all you know. Beef sword is more specific and implied all the phallic virility that swords always have.
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Like the keening wail of a pregnant mother who's just found out all the ice cream in the world has mysteriously vanished? Or more like the sharp, guttural shout a man makes when his hard drive is erased by a jealous girlfriend?

That's the great thing about meatblade! You, the reader, get to decide how it looks in your mind, and that visual draws you deeper into the story! Besides, was Thomas Crowe actually rocking any sense of virility in that scene? :P

(There's a pun in there somewhere, I just know it.)
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ShesJustHiding Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2013
It was the howl of a wounded animal discovering it will have to gnaw its own leg off to escape a bear trap - even in the best case scenario, a part of you has died and is lost to you forever.
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Ouch! Oh well, you didn't need that leg anyway. Symmetry is overrated.
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Karinta Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Student General Artist
Basically a man fucking a fairy.
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:iconiceofwolf:
iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
On the surface (pun intended), yes. :XD: And thank you for the fave.
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Karinta Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Student General Artist
:-) Haha. You're welcome.
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Mazdi Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Professional Interface Designer
Well, this is the most.... descriptive DD I have seen in a while. :XD
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Definitely a compliment! :XD: (Especially as there are some absolutely gorgeous DD's out there.)
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Mazdi Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Professional Interface Designer
I meant XD
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bakagohome Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
:icondeathstareplz: What?
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for reading the story and reacting (whether you liked it or not). :aww:

(I've also always rather liked that emoticon, and wondered how people type it into chat.)
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bakagohome Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
It was weird. o.o
: icondeathglareplz: take out space or copy and paste ಠ_ಠ
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SteffenC-itsjustme Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"She stared at him, sapphire eyes darkening with each self-satisfied grunt pumping frustration into her loins. And when Thom's once boastful muscle slipped from her burning blue lips, leaking the pearls of his own gratification, the storm broke angrily upon her face.

"I wasn't finished," the sylph hissed petulantly. She disentangled her legs from the blissfully ignorant Thomas Crowe and pushed. Black clouds gathered at the brush of gossamer wings, roiled in sympathy of her irritation, and chased the inadequate lover with the sweat and juices of his own exertions for the half mile that he fell from heaven."

This is the perfect description of..well, sexual disappointment :P
From when "the storm broke angrily upon her face" (beautiful line, btw.) to "black clouds gathered" and the last three lines of the part I've quoted..that's pretty much how it feels, if you leave a woman unfulfilled. :XD: the whole world is coming down on you.
When it happens, and it will, it will feel like she could set you on fire with her eyes and drag you through hell..and after all that, you'd still owe her flowers. That's what the look in a woman's eyes will scream at you.
But that's just it about sex, when we're in need of fulfilment and we're in the throes of lovemaking (good lovemaking, that is), we become one with our urges, our instincts, which makes it difficult for anyone to contain their disappointment in the kind of situation the sylph finds herself in :P

A marvellous read. And I sincerely enjoyed the ending!
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment and sincere compliments!

And I'm not sure flowers even go far enough to settle that kind of disappointment (though some are more forgiving than others, of course); it carves an invisible scar, like so many bad memories do.
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SteffenC-itsjustme Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure! ^^

I'm not sure, either, you might need to dig deeper into your bag of romance to settle that score.
Yeah..that's the thing about emotional scars, they can't be seen.

Wonderful, wonderful story you've written :)
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lintu47 Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Congrats on the well deserved DD! :dalove:
Have a nice day! :heart:
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you! :aww:
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lintu47 Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure :happybounce:
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xxBrokenButterflies Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Seriously, though; MEATBLADE. That is possibly the greatest thing I've ever read.
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Would you believe I seriously didn't realize just how much of a reaction that one word would provoke when I wrote it? :XD:

Thanks for the fave! :aww:
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neurotype Featured By Owner May 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This series is long, I'll have to get through it and let you know what I think once I'm done :O
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, take your time. I've also had a request to write a sort of "cheat sheet" for the various subtleties and connections between the stories, and will try to do that before too long. :XD:
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neurotype Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Or just work more of the connectivity into the stories :eager:
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hm. Maaaaaybe. Everything I'd point out is already in the stories, it's just not exactly glaring or obvious. For this particular run of stories, I kinda liked that subtlety. I don't always enjoy them, but I do occasionally like watching a movie that leaves little clues all over the place without making any of them seem exceptionally important, then cleanly wraps them all up (or even not so cleanly, as my story is guilty of) at the end. I make this "ohhh" face, and not the Office Space kind of O face.




(Maybe a little.)
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neurotype Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'll let you know once I've read them ;p

:giggle:
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Lalita17 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2012
:wow::blush:
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I made you blush?! How is that possible? :XD:
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Lalita17 Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2012
ahhhh, you're right, it is quite a hard feat :giggle:
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SunGryphon Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
meatblade. TEEHEEE HEEE
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:shifty:
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SunGryphon Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
As soon as I read that, I started wondering if you'd written this as some kind of purple prose prompt. It's still making me giggle.
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Purple prose certainly wouldn't be entirely out of place in a 'steamy romance' prompt. (I didn't want to overdo it too much, though. :P )

And, yeah, I knew how silly parts of it was when I write it. Glad you're still enjoying it! :D
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edabass Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2011
A nice synthesis of your definite skill at writing dream sequences and a more 'real-life' setting. Nice imagery, over the top but lyrical.

I HAVE to rag you about the very first line, you know...why am I hearing Rod Serling? Or the opening theme music from Dragnet? ;)

"Thomas Crowe is a man...merely a man. But Thom is a man on the edge. The edge that separates fantasy from reality, lust from love...alimony from patrimony. Today he will step over that edge. Today, Thom Crowe steps into...the DA zone..."*cue sting*
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Well, the fey are (in popular depictions) both over the top and lyrical. =P

And I would've been all over the Twilight Zone (reruns) as a kid if they'd been anything like this!
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angelStained Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2011   Writer
This is definitely good to read. It seems like a prologue with the focus on Thomas- and yes, I'm curious about him. He isn't one-dimensional, but he isn't too elaborated either- enough for us to want more. Are you going to be continuing this? As for your first question, :nod: The background seemed to let me 'zoom in' gradually into the scene. It may be considered simply erotic, but some qualities of it (eg. the aforementioned hinting about Thomas and the curious setting) make it intriguingly different.

The ending: :thumbsup:
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks. :)

I'm glad you liked the ending... would that make it a happy ending...? :P I had considered the possibility that this wasn't an isolated piece, and that's part of the set-up that I took some time to consider. If it's well received, I would definitely keep further development of the story and mythos simmering on the back-burner.
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safia3 Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2011
I got a cheap thrill out of it. :)
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iceofwolf Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, prompt achieved, then. :D
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