Shiro's encounter

The moonlight shone patterns of light and darkness on the ground of the temple gardens. Shiro was meditating, as he always did, in a quiet spot between the koi pond and the bonsai garden. He had reached a comfortable state of meditation, as happened just before he entered his full trance, when a strange apparition appeared to him. The grass around him lit up brighter than the sun or moon, brighter even than the spotlights on the Holy Emperor's helicopters, may Blessed Hirohito achieve perfection.

When the light faded there was a forest spirit there. It was in the form of a gray-skinned woman with large eyes with a large flower where her feminine beauty was supposed to be. He stared at the flower and felt a stirring under his robe. He focused all his will to stand up but remain in place; was this spirit good, evil, or a **** of nature?

She touched his shoulder and he knew exactly what she wanted. She was a **** of nature. She parted his robe and let it slide off him, then unwrapped his fundoshi, leaving him totally unclad.

He had expected the flower-spirit's skin to feel like wood, or at least the cool softness of flower stems. Instead it was warm, like the skin of a human, and her fleshy mounds pressed into either side of his neck. She kissed the top of his bald head pressed the back in a way that clearly told him to kiss her breasts. Who can resist a **** of nature? he said to himself.

Her gentle warm hands traced the lines of his back as his traced hers. Her flower petals brushed the tip of his member as two small rushes on its side held him in place. He held his center as much as possible, but a small voice inside him called for him to embrace his animal passion; for is not the animal a part of nature?

The flower slid off his tip but the rushes retained their guidance. His eager and pulsing member found an opening beneath the flower and was guided into her warm deep cavern of pleasure. He gently slid in and out, as in the manner of a man pleasing a woman.

She grew frantic in his arms, pushing and sliding faster and faster and more and more forcefully. In the moment of his seed he felt the voice of the spirit.

The next one you want will come to you willingly and do all that you desire. This is the gift of the spirits.

He stood on slightly shaky legs as she stepped back, then the light returned. When he could see again she was gone.