10-05-2023, 06:07 PM
The thrumming bass of the music slowly seemed to recede from her hearing, no longer overpowering and overwhelming, warping and twisting until it was thudding through her instead, part of her, rather than around her, pounding, thumping, beating, blending into one single heartbeat. The rhythm pulsed, incessant, unending, eternal, calling, sex and life, God and Devil made incarnate, dark winged angel, his beautiful, loving malevolence peering down at her through black eyes, calling.
Her body throbbed and moved in time with that external heartbeat, his arms and hands and chest and torso and groin against her and rubbing her, exploring, roaming, touching and pulling and pushing, the one-ness forming around them. Onyx black stared, peered, seeming to shift, thinning to slits of a dragon's eye, and she felt herself open, yielding to this dark serpent, breathing sharply as if something were being drawn from her, pulled from her in one long, endless stream, a never ending exhale, an eternal silent, singing scream, of pleasure and pain and spirit and soul.
He seemed to drink it in to himself, making her part of himself, and she felt herself twinned and halved and dancing alongside herself and himself, touching herself and feeling her body, tasting her, breathing her breath, savoring her soul, peering and seeing into her, the dark caves her eyes, gold and diamond and jewels flashing, shining from the deep beyond, every memory, every fear, every hope glittering from the darkness.
Love overwhelmed her, love for herself, for the beauty and taste and purity of her soul, for itself; for the glimpse into herself from the eyes of God and Satan, from the beyond, from being seen and known.
And she was at peace. She lost herself to the rhythm, to the dance, two minds and spirits, intertwined, point and counterpoint, harmony and dissonance, weaving, threads of warp and woof in a tapestry, coupled and tight.
And then another thread wove itself into the cloth, not over or under, but alongside, within and without. Through Sámiel's eyes, she saw them, through Rena's eyes she saw them, and a strange smile played across her lips, and now the two were three.
Her body throbbed and moved in time with that external heartbeat, his arms and hands and chest and torso and groin against her and rubbing her, exploring, roaming, touching and pulling and pushing, the one-ness forming around them. Onyx black stared, peered, seeming to shift, thinning to slits of a dragon's eye, and she felt herself open, yielding to this dark serpent, breathing sharply as if something were being drawn from her, pulled from her in one long, endless stream, a never ending exhale, an eternal silent, singing scream, of pleasure and pain and spirit and soul.
He seemed to drink it in to himself, making her part of himself, and she felt herself twinned and halved and dancing alongside herself and himself, touching herself and feeling her body, tasting her, breathing her breath, savoring her soul, peering and seeing into her, the dark caves her eyes, gold and diamond and jewels flashing, shining from the deep beyond, every memory, every fear, every hope glittering from the darkness.
Love overwhelmed her, love for herself, for the beauty and taste and purity of her soul, for itself; for the glimpse into herself from the eyes of God and Satan, from the beyond, from being seen and known.
And she was at peace. She lost herself to the rhythm, to the dance, two minds and spirits, intertwined, point and counterpoint, harmony and dissonance, weaving, threads of warp and woof in a tapestry, coupled and tight.
And then another thread wove itself into the cloth, not over or under, but alongside, within and without. Through Sámiel's eyes, she saw them, through Rena's eyes she saw them, and a strange smile played across her lips, and now the two were three.