Excerpt: (working title) The Bastard with a Thousand Faces

And now she was flying. She didn't know how, and the incessant pounding inside her didn't miss a beat but she was in the air and above everything else and flying faster than she'd ever moved though anything else before in her life. Flying through the air like a bird on the wing - riding beneath some immense creature with her eyes closed. She couldn't see the animal itself, but heard the colossal echo above her of enormous tent-flap wings and the steady rise and flow as they pushed her forward through the air and up and down with each beating. An incredible pulse that matched the pounding inside kept pace with the rise and fall of the two bodies in the air, her own amazed saucer-eyed wonder and the elephantine avian far above her. She didn't need to look up, just wanted to keep feeling that incredible sensation inside and allow the world to flow by beneath her, and flow by it did.

Rolling hills of green grass and rocky promontories flew beneath her, patches of green and rocky brown blurring over what must have been farmland and lush verdant forest - and then a flash of white and white-cropped blue, and it all dropped away again into a valley so far she could scarcely make out the tiny blue line of water beneath - a varicose vein on the face of an incredible body that rolled and rollicked below her in a way she'd never dreamed possible. She heard the voice again.

"Join me Wendy - come to me."

This time she answered "oh yes, Lord yes - please take me to you -- bring me to you wherever you are -- I need this and I need you now and always"

"Come to me now, Wendy - and know the choice is yours" it answered - deep and resonant and somewhere from within herself. "You never need to leave again when you come to me - you and I can be together and doing this forever."

Passing over land and country and more until they began flapping faster and working towards the widest most beautiful jeweled blanket of midnight aquamarine she could ever imagine and the smell of the salty sea air and the mist hit her - a wet gossamer thrown at her from a distance and striking her face full on. She had gone boating once or twice as a child -- a friend of Daddy's in the parsonage had taken them out to curry a favor of one sort or the other and she could remember sitting at the fore-most point of the yacht they were on and feeling the wind against her face as Mummy held her safe and she held her arms out like a bird in flight - she remembered that feeling and did it again now, dangling as she did beneath the powerful beast above her. She held her arms out and pretended she was Peter Pan, or Wendy, she supposed and giggled loudly to herself at the association in her mind. The bird dipped low and she saw it's immense shadow fall over the water - a long neck leading a body so huge that she could scarcely see all of it as she was held safe below it, and that shadow got darker the closer they were to the water.

She saw fishes jump up no farther than ten feet below her and snap as they did - huge fishes the size of herself and bigger, and then the flying beast took to the sky again and far far up this time - away from the sun behind them and straight up to the clouds some tens of hundreds of feet above - she could breathe and all was well and she was still feeling the glorious pounding deep inside the heart of her sex.

They passed up though a series of clouds and felt what could only be compared to a spider-webbing of mist part before them and that incredible sensation of nearly touching something freezing but pulling away. The feeling of the air around an ice cream cone when she was a little girl at their summer cottage - that inch or two of solid cold air before something delicious filled her mouth. All the while still the steady pumping deep inside her - almost as if she was dreaming within the fantasy of penetration and that all of this was unravelling in front of her with a speed that only falling forward from an incredible height would compare to.