Fantasy The Time War

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Marion​

Two years and three months earlier....

It was Fall at Mohonk. Suddenly, the forest had become a whirlwind of colors--red, gold, yellow, orange, and all the colors in between.

All the gazebos were decorated in festive colors of whatever tree leaves happened to be draped around them. It gave them a festive holiday glow. The Labyrinth was decorated in bright green and red and orange and yellow colors. The trails were covered in wonderful red and yellow and orange colors, the fallen leaves looking like bright carpets on the forest floor. The fallen leaves smelled wonderful in the crisp November air, and the swish swish crunch sounds they made as they were stepped on was a joy for the ear to behold.

The lobby in the hotel was decorated with bales of hay and pumpkins. The fireplaces were stocked with crackling logs.

And the outdoor granary was holding its final barbecues of the season above the swimming area of the lake.

It was once again the season of Fall at Mohonk.
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After hugging and kissing Marion, Calle handed her a big, bright red leaf. "For you, my love."

She smiled and took her hand from behind her back. In it she held a giant yellow leaf.

"Great minds think alike," said Calle. They hugged and kissed again, and it felt good.
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"I love how the fire lights up your chest hairs," Marion said dreamily that night, as Calle pounded into her tight vagina.

"Uh... uh... uh...." Calle's face was a mask of concentration; his body was like a machine, carrying out a preprogrammed purpose.

"Is that all you can say?" Marion teased.

"I... I love this," Calle gasped, as he poled in and out of his lover.

"Is that all?" she insisted.

"I love you," said Calle.

And she leaned upwards and kissed him passionately, and he exploded inside of her.
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"Oh, I don't know about this."

After they had rested, Calle found he wanted to take her again. Marion was willing, but perhaps not in the way he wanted. He asked Marion to get on her hands and knees in front of the big wooden framed mirror by their bed. She looked hesitant.

"Why not? Don't you want to try different positions?" Calle asked.

"Sure," said Marion. "But... in front of the mirror?"

He reached over and kissed her, pressing his chest against her breasts. "What's wrong, are you afraid I'll see something I haven't seen before?"

"I... I don't know," said Marion.

He kissed her again, and fondled her breasts. "Please?"

"Oh... all right," she said.

Calle smiled as Marion obediently got down on her hands and knees. In the dim firelight her ass looked so round and juicy, so spankable. But perhaps another time. He sensed she wasn't ready for that yet.

His smile grew broader as he moved the mirror in just the right position right next to her and Marion groaned audibly.

And then Calle joyfully mounted her from behind.

"Ooooh," Marion said, her back stiffening as he inserted himself into her. As he started thrusting, she said, "It... it feels different."

"Yes, it does," said Calle. "Do you like it?"

"Yeaaaaah," said Marion, in a voice like a purring cat which made Calle terribly excited.

As Calle moved in and out of her, he looked to the mirror which was on their right side. Marion's breasts bounced forwards and backwards with every thrust. Her breasts looked even larger when they hung down from her like that. The sight of them moving in response to his lovemaking was the most erotic sight Calle had ever seen. He felt his penis tingling with increasing urgency as he watched her big jugs move back and forth. The firelight illuminated them in totally erotic colors, dancing on the surface of her titties as they bounced in every conceivable direction.

Calle felt himself rapidly crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed. "Ah... ah... aaaaahhh!" he cried. He gasped as he felt himself emptying the contents of his balls deep inside of her. Life-giving fluid transferred from Calle into Marion, the ultimate act of love. To feel himself filling Marion like this, to see her in the mirror obediently on her hands and knees, eagerly accepting everything he was putting inside of her, was easily the greatest moment of Calle's entire life.

After he had seen to Marion's needs, they collapsed in bed together.

"Good?" Marion inquired.

"The best," said Calle, kissing her passionately.
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They spent Sunday together on the grounds of the Hotel. Mohonk looked even more like a fantasy land with all the color changes. They walked hand in hand, admiring the leaf colors, but every so often Calle would simply look over at Marion, and ask himself if this was really real. She would smile at him, and he would feel a tingle, and realize he was the luckiest man in the whole world.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was time for four o'clock tea. They took it out onto the lakeside balcony. There was a long row of rocking chairs, overlooking the lake. They sat in them and started to sip contently.

"John," Marion said suddenly. "In all this time you have never asked if I'm Protected."

"No, I haven't," said Calle.

"Why?"

"I... " Suddenly he was at a loss for words. "You're wonderful, Marion. If I got you pregnant, it would be the happiest moment of my life."

He could see how his words pleased her. But with her smile came another probing question. "So... you see a life together for us?"

"Definitely!" he said, reaching out to stroke her arm.

"But... my life is here, John, in New Paltz. And your job is in San Diego. How do you plan to bridge that?"

"I don't know," said Calle. He had given the matter a lot of thought. There simply were no jobs for spaceship designers on the East Coast. The fact is, if he wanted Marion, he would have to give up his profession.

Calle loved Marion. There was no doubt in his mind about that. But being asked to give up his profession... his livelihood... it was a very difficult step to take.

He looked worriedly at her, and wondered what was going on in her mind. Was she growing dissatisfied? Was she becoming restless with only having a boyfriend once a month? He couldn't think of what to say, so he simply continued to stroke her arm.

She smiled at him, and that was enough for now.​