He has been searching for inspiration, wandering the wilderness of his world, the streets and parks of his own time and space, in search of something that will inspire him to create a master piece. Mat was as at a lost he had, had lost it nothing moved him to create anymore, he had been granted an extension on the deadline but he was in trouble.

Mat had walked past a coffee shop and noticed a young woman, she was staring out the window, her face stained with tears, and he watched her, her face smooth and milky with just the hint of being kissed by the sun. Her long auburn hair soft and flowing, Mat was sure it was natural, she was beauty touched by pain, he watch as she stood to leave, she was wearing a long sun dress, which flowed about her as if she was being swept along by a breeze. He had found her, his mind raced he wanted to know more about her, he followed her from a distance watching as she effortless moved between the crowds of the street, he could have sworn that her dress was sheer, he could see the shape of her body, long and luxurious the sun highlighting a shadow of a nipple.

Looking around at others, they seemed oblivious to her, stunned and confused that they didn’t see her. Was he losing his mind? Was she a figment of his imagination in a desperate attempt for inspiration? He followed her she walked through the parklands before disappearing in the edge of the forest. He sat for hours hoping for a glimpse of her again, but she didn’t reappear.

That night when he arrived at his studio he, grabbed a canvas though he was a writer by profession he did also paint, he started drawing the enchantress, in every detail, he saw her so clearly and by morning had painted her in several ways the first being the scene in the coffee shop and the pain that he saw in her face. Mat was a man possessed he need to find her, he needed more from her. He found her wandering the flowers beds of the parkland's, she looked almost whimsical and innocent, there were children playing nearby who seemed to see her and to whom she played with, yet still no other man or woman sore this woman, this beauty. He watched her laugh and play around the children who seemed also enchanted by her. The children left and she wondered the parkland's and then disappeared into the trees, Mat waited but again she did not re appear. That night he again captured her on canvas this time with the children. He hadn’t painted in so long and she was in his mind and dreams he couldn’t escape her.

He woke in a sweat, he could have sworn she was there in the loft with him, but he was dreaming. He go dressed and went to the parkland's where he last saw her and wandered into the trees in search of her. Mat was confused and thought he was going insane, he could have sworn he saw her dancing in the moonlight between the trees, but she kept vanishing. He returned to his loft, and there she was! Sitting at the window, her hair hung down to her curvaceous butt cheeks, the body silhouetted by the light behind her.

“My name is Aura” she stated “have you not found enough inspiration” as she pointed to the paintings that surrounded her. Mat was speechless and confused “who are you or what are you?” he stammered. Aura replied softly with a gently smile, “when one is creative and needs help I will come and give you the inspiration you need to do the work you are meant to.” “I am what you would call a muse by some.” Mat looked at her he didn’t know what to say or do, but Aura did. She walked to him, taking his hand “shall we get the creative juices flowing” he followed her without complaint or argument.

Aura slipped from her own trappings of cloth, and stood before him, he caressed her body with his eyes but could not speak. She removed his clothing and his appreciation of her own nakedness then was very evident, he was ridged and large. She whispered in his ear softly, barely audible yet it aroused him more, the warmth of her breath millimeters from his skin, her fingers gliding over his chest and back softly and electrifying, Mats senses were on overload and he was totally under her spell.

Aura pleasured him in ways he had not thought possible, she awakened him more than physically; he could feel so much more and see much more. Her lips caressed his, her tongue danced with his. Her hand manipulated his man hood, soothing it and taking charge, she engulfed him with her mouth, and ecstasy that flowed through him made him soar, her lips and tongue pleasured him, occasionally her tongue would probe his engorged tip before sucking and glistening pre cum from him, he could swear he was floating of the bed. She returned her attention to his lips and kissed him deeply and passionately. Mats hands explored her body, smooth like silk he tasted her lips and pulled her hair back exposing her creamy neck, kissing and biting it softly, his hand cupped and caressed her breasts each one firm and full, her nipples erect with pleasure he took one in his mouth sucking it hard, her moans encouraged him he took each nipple in turn, sucking them and biting them building her pleasure.

Mat laid her on the bed, and knelt on the floor, she opened herself up the petals of her sex opened to expose the glistening dew drops trapped within. He caressed her soft white folds, traced her lips with the droplets of dew he had collected from her petals, she licked her lips and sucked the tip of his finger. He refocused his attention and parted her petals, his tongue flicked over her clit, before delving into her, he ate her as though he were starving he tongue penetrating and fucking her, his finger caressing her clit, tweaking it making it hard and sensitive. Her body arching with his attention, the sounds of ecstasy sang out in the night, he pushed deeper into her with his tongue his long thick tongue exploring her, tasting her. He replaced his tongue with two fingers and sucked her clit, her juices coating his finger making them slippering he fed them to her before and she sucked them clean before he penetrated her again with them, before caressing her tight back hole, as he sucked her clit and massaged it with his tongue, he slid a finger into her tight hole working slowly in and out, she bucked with pleasure he ecstasy rising, he slid a second finger into her and plunged his tongue deep insider he ate her hungrily he tweaked her clit, causing her to cry out as he sent her over the edge of pleasure, her body convulsed with pleasure as he drank ever drop of nectar that flowed from her soaked petals.

He lifted her from the bed, he was a man possessed by lust and desire, he had to feel her, his mouth found hers and she hungrily kissed him tasting of her own nectar. Aura wrapped her legs around him and he pinned her against a canvas, her buttocks resting on the edge of the bench the canvas rested on, he thrust deep into her, tight flower enveloped him tightening around him as he thrust had and deep, his mouth found her and was hungry for her, paints fell to the floor, brushes too. Aura could feel him swell inside her she new he was close. Mat was lost in his lust, then it was as if time slowed down there was nothing but the desire and passion of both the mortal and immortal, thrust hard again and again, the lips met, there tongues entwined and they both exploded in a cosmic eruption of ecstasy, and time froze as she milked him of is essence and the tidal waves of pleasure were ridden by both.

As the beams of sunlight danced across the bed, Aura woke tangled in the sheets, and Mat was sitting at the Canvas from the night before, he was painting his sleeping inspiration, wrapped in Egyptian cotton. Aura glanced at the desk, and saw that he had also been writing. Her work here was done, but she wasn’t in any hurry to leave, she may have seduced him and inspired him, but he had made her soar. And she wanted more….She sat up in bed, the sun dancing on her hair, he looked over at her, her breast exposed and nipples erect as she pulled back the covers his muse was seducing him again, and he didn’t fight it. ©