Coming Of Age

The 18 year old boy's skin felt so good pressed against the sun warmed stone. He had discovered the strange black monument on a hill in the center of the woods, and had immediately decided it would be the perfect place to spend some quality time with himself. He had ceremoniously removed his clothing and piled it to the side before lowering his lithe body onto the warm stone. The sun beat upon him in a way that was definitely pleasant, and seemed even to be slightly erotic.

His hand found its way to his erection, and as he began to stroke himself his body hummed with the heat of the sun, combined with the fire of his lust. He felt as if he was being watched, but strangely it didn't bother him. Rather, it added fuel to his fire. He continued to stroke himself, in an ecstatic state of phallic bliss, as the sun traveled the arc of the sky. Time had no importance. All that mattered were the feelings of warmth and pleasure spiraling through his body.

But all things must come to an end, and as the sun began to sink beneath the tops of the trees, and as the shade crept across his body, he came, splashing his fiery seed across the dark stone as his body was finally consumed; fuel for the fire of his lust.

The firemen were baffled by the strange fire that had been burning for weeks now. A boy had gone missing, and in the search a strange occurrence had been discovered. In the center of a strange slab of dark stone, placed upon a hill in a clearing in the center of the woods, a fire was burning. Despite the best attempts of the fire department, involving countless gallons of water, the fire would not go out. The boys clothes had been discovered nearby and the authorities were fairly certain that the fire had something to do with his disappearance. After many attempts, the firemen realized that the fire was inextinguishable, but they also realized that it wasn't spreading. Therefore, a new job was created: A group of volunteer firemen to keep an eye on it at all times to make sure it didn't begin to spread.

"Get over here!" the fireman shouted; panic etching itself into the edges of his voice. The other four firemen ran to his side, and gaped in shock. The fire that had burned for months now had flared to many feet high, and was now collapsing in upon itself, shaping and reshaping. Soon, the fire resembled a human body. The eyes of the Fiery Being looked at the firemen surrounding him, and his flaming lips curled into a compassionate smile.

"It is necessary," the Being of Fire said, in a voice that was not one but many blending together in a dance of sound.

"But worry not; your sacrifice will be rewarded."

At these words, the firemen sank to their knees, crying out. They tore at their clothes, eager to free their rising serpents from the confinement of the baskets within their uniforms. The Fiery Being was a charmer, and as his voice rose in a chant of beauty beyond human comprehension, the five swollen snakes succumbed to his charming. The night wore on, and the firemen writhed on the leafy ground, their pleasure taking them beyond any ability or desire to speak. And as the sun crested the trees, burning away the final remnants of night, the firemen came. In unison, their come issued forth, and their bodies melted into fire. The five pools of flame began to flow up the stone made altar, and as their bodies flowed into the Fiery Being, the fire that was his body began to smooth and become solid. Flame became bone, and flesh, and blood, and the Fiery Being was no more. Standing in his place was a boy with a ranging erection, his youthful appearance betrayed by his ancient manner, and the depth within the pools of his deep red eyes.

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The trees began to rustle, and the boy smiled as he looked around at the spirits that had begun to gather around him.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" the voice of a Tree Spirit called to him.

"I am disappointed in you, spirit. Have I been gone so long that the forest has forgotten me? I am he whose temple once stood proud and tall in this very spot. I am he whose presence here once and many times more kept this forest safe from destruction. Hear me, spirit. Hear me, spirits all. The world Herself quivers at my awakening. I am the God Cinael. I have returned to claim what is mine." At these words a quiver ran through the ranks of assembled spirits, as they remembered just who he was. The world trembled beneath them, and all spirits became aware of his awakening. Even some humans grasped the meaning as the ground beneath them shook.

"Yes, I thought you would remember," the God said softly, smiling fondly at the assembled spirits.

"Remember this day, spirits, for this world will hereafter never be the same.

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