by Philip Read
It’s a good 20 minutes more of this with a puddle growing wide and deep between our feet as the smooth silky strands of her hair remain firmly pulled towards me. Her firm small body gushing out copious amounts of fluids as we mingle in sex and become one. The pleasure of our coupling awesome in it’s intensity.
I have never before lasted this long during sex nor have I ever felt her feel this good but the is just something happening right now between us as I take her from behind. My muscles are roiling, clenching and releasing and so are her own to the extent that even her Awakened level of stamina and resilience is being put to the test.
I’ve also already had several micro orgasms shooting into her warm depths repeatedly but my hardness is as bad as it’s ever been. I jerk her head back hard by the grip on her hair causing a deeper lower pitched surprised scream of pain as I also increase the pace with which I plow into her.
She mews like a cat involuntarily in an adorable display of passion as her now entirely pink body shivers and tremors against mine as I hold her against me back to front. Her smooth soft bottom pulled tight against me as for the very first time since we’ve been mating I somehow fit my entire cock into her opening, an opening I know from experience to be too small to fit me as it now does.
She seems to go crazy as she screams like a banshee and cries literal tears as she tries pushing herself against me hard in an ecstatic display of wanton want. My cock reathes within her as though it has a life of its own as it somehow adjusts in size seemingly getting shorter and thicker stretching her beyond belief.
One hand she has behind my back desperately digging into me trying to either keep me inside her or push me in deeper somehow though I’m at her depths. Something’s seems to be happening to us, something semms to be happening to me as there seems to be a glow coming from our connected loins and spreading deeply into my spirit energy.
I come in an impisoble feeling of a single constant orgasm like my cock is an open focet that just shoots one long continuous stream of seed into an unfathomable depth that just keeps swallowing all in without end. I scream my own scream as my rage comes to the forefront for the first time in my life during sex and immediately takes over.
My eyes turn dusty silver as everything around me goes monochromatic and my battle sense activates questing all around and seeing every movement within the room in an 10m radius around me. Every object, every vibration sent into my mind like the sonic sight of a bat, a sonar picture of everything that has a constant vibration depicted in my mind like the way spacial awareness has been described to me to be.
I don’t stop pumping my hips into my mate as my awareness narrows and focuses in on her vibrational frequency and energy fields. I feel my nodachi vibrating in its own right in a specific frequency before it starts changing even as my own frequency changes becoming the same as Kuyoki’s as her screams keep getting higher and higher pitched.
Something is happening to me and as my efforts redouble as I pump the now perfectly shaped cock to please her and fit perfectly in her folds stimulating every single nerve within her canal. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I shouldn’t fit so well within her, I know we’ve never been this good in bed before, we’ve never been this in tune. And we are literally in tune as my inner vibrations match her own and for a split second the is one being our coupling becoming a combining.
We separate with an explosion of none violent force that pushes usgently away from each other to different parts of the room. Both of us leaving a trail of fluids leading from the center of the wooden floor of the room. I shiver almost uncontrollably as something very visceral happens to me. I feel as though my entire body is on fire with thousands of little fire ants walking all over me.
I cock spews twice more before slowly deflating like a thing that was for a moment given sentience that is slowly being drained away again. I blink and open my hand with my arm outstretched and I summon my spirit weapon sheath and all into my palm with an effort of spirit that leaves me almost depleted.
“I…. am…. Awakening….” I say as I begin to understand that transformation that is happening inside of me and outside of me.
“…yes~”
Kuyoki says in an almost hiss as she activates her aura enhancing herself so as to gain enough energy and power to stand without stumbling. Her naked toned body beautifully sheathed in sweat, her dark silky hair flowing off her head like a mane draped around her shoulders.
She bends to pick up my naked shaking body and its all I can do to keep myself from flying apart in tiny particles blown by the wind. I know what I should do, I’ve trained and trained for this. I should let go and let the Mana take me as it pleases but I’m still holding on like I’m holding my breath, waiting until I’m mentally ready to let the process take it’s course.
But that’s not how its suppose to be really, this is supposed to be a surrender not a nnegotiation. The universe knows better than me where I fit in within itself, it knows whether or not I have limits at all in my potential for growth and trying to lead my own Awakening is like the blind trying to lead themselves to the light. I know this but it’s so hard to know and to do but I’ve been training and I’ve been training and I know there is more to power than I understand of it surely.
I know that not ten years past I thought Awakening the height of human accomplishment yet here I am a disciple of an Ascendent being, one who has passed the stage of Imperium, of Archmage, of Psionic Emperor. A being that has been through the Gates of Ascension and come back to pass over knowledge of the beyond.
My focus condenses and I find awareness of myself again naked and flopping in Kuyoki’s arms like a rag still with a small procession led by Mira into what I understand to be the yard of the sidhe woman Carmella. I know this because her aura is deep within the entire place even in the very soil like the entire property is part of her skin. There are still many a secret the sidhe have yet kept from us and I can’t even fault them since they’ve already given us so much teaching.
We are led by a fae servant then Carmella herself to an underground chamber that seems to not be here at all to my senses, even my super sensitive vibrational senses that I’ve just unlocked in my Rage state.
“In here.” She seems to say and I’m led into a room that is floating on nothing, it itself almost made of nothing and I somehow know that I have all the time in the world to let what has to be done happened.
I let go in a flood of Mana and am somehow aware that Kuyoki has dropped me before unconsciousness takes me through things I’ve never before been exposed to.
I am in a void in space.
Chapter 77
Sachihiro
Awakening.
Depending on your spiritual level, there are some things you can do and some things you can’t do. Everything is permissible but not everything is beneficial.
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An Awakening can use mana to look outwards and affect the world around themselves, inward and temper their body in preparation for cultivation, or both inwards into ones self and outwards at the world. The result of the last is half as affective at either.
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…when you’re on autopilot letting the world direct your mind you get a glimpse of things you never knew were things, things you never knew you had forgotten.
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Interpreting emotion as colour across a canvas.
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“The poor creatures think blowing air out of their orifices articulates speaking, surely we have to help direct them for pities sake.”
“They hear one of us speak and dedicate their lifetimes trying to convay the utterance of a single meaning in what they call orchestras and symphanies.” I over-hear a creature far beyond human imagining say to it’s peer.
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Grabbing onto that knowledge, that set of experiences is like going to war! It’s like listening to smoke, grasping for the horizon fully expecting to hold it in hand and being devastated by the surprise of your failure.
Knowi
ng so much you can hear your cells reforming in a smooth silent conversational symphony.
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Sight isn’t even a primary sense at some point, nor even a secondary sense when it comes to battle and movement at certain speeds. It becomes tertiary if that at certain levels of power.
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…its like going your whole life with a certain colour filtered out of your visible spectrum and when its revealed you suddenly realise you’ve never before seen the colour ‘green’.
If you walk your whole life with your eyes closed as your entire species does you never realise you are blind. It is only when your eyes are opened and you see for the first time that you pity yourself as you realise you were blind. How much more don’t I know I’m missing, even as I revel in new sensations how much don’t I even realise I’m missing still?
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Far be it from me to not believe. You will know the truth and the truth will set you free, but only if you know it.
‘You are an eternal being of light placed temporarily in a human body to experience life of the physical realm.’ Maybe…?
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“I will show you who you were, I will be shown who you are, I will tell you who you can be.” The voice whispers in my chest without sound.
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The lungs are a very sophisticated sponge that suck up the invisible particles of air allowing them to permeate into the bloodstream.
Imagine air is water and lungs do to air what a sponge does to water. Just imagine it…
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Your mind is so fast that as you have a profound epiphany about that, you’ve already forgotten it because you’re brain just can’t keep it all.
You leave yourself clues that you hope your sober mind will one day understand when you are back into the physical mind and body, a state of minisculity.
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Could I remember my life? Could any of us? How much of your life can you remember right now?
Do you remember the highlight of your day just 4 days back? Is life being lived to it’s fullest if we forget it even as a moment passes? Is the present moment not all we have to live our lives to the fullest of potential? Is there no truth in this random thought?
They say ‘walk a mike in his shoe to understand his pain.’ The question is would I fit in the shoes I wore two years ago? Would I currently fit into the skin of the person I was back then? How much more another person’s skin?
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That moment when you are high and you know you are high, but shit is getting weird and you’re still not sure whether you are hallucinating or whether things really are this way and you’ve just been blind to it the whole time.
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Having a brain explosion of the highest order, wondering whether to sink into it and enjoy it or actively use it to try and retain a piece of the divine permanently in the mortal realm once I return to myself. The temptations in Awakening for the first time.
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When the smallest of things is a divine revelation every moment is both wasted and gives meaning to a life well lived.
When the expanding of capillaries in your feet is an orgasmic experience.
Blood and spirit circulate through me in a rush mixed inseparably with Mana as it fills my entire body prioritizing my mind, my heart, my stomach and my feet. Going secondary to my hands and my lungs before permeating evenly on the rest of my body in bliss.
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Its ironic how it is with eyes closed that we are able to see most clearly sometimes. How much noise sight seems to make, seeming to diminish the urgency of input from the rest of the senses. Walking with eyes closed even grants greater awareness to how you walk to begin with, the gait, the angle of the legs, the slight tilt to the left or to the right that is usually visually adjusted for when eyes are opened.
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There are some memories that the mind disconnects us from and makes us forget for it’s own protection. To relieve itself from the sting of the trauma it would otherwise have to face if it remembered vividly everyday life and beyond.
That is why even as pain fades the memory of the pain fades and you slowly start forgetting the intensity until eventually all you remember fully is that a certain experience was painful. This forgetfulness though useful is a weakness, a weakness that may one day be overcome if another safety measure is in place to prevent utter madness.
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I spiral down a very difficult and exhausting path of power, aware of the many vast possibilities all around me and the endless possibilities each of the options contain. I’m tempted to quest into their interesting depths as I understand each deeply with its vast possibilities as I pass it. Mourning the lose of the combinations and the potential of paths not taken.
What am I doing? How could I let such power pass me by for a possibility of an unknown combination of power from an unknown source that doesnt know me or my preferences as a person? Is this not the very definition of utter folly, to trust so blindly when I am starting to realise the ramifications of the foundation set today? Is it even today? Shit! How long have I been here exactly?
Time is an illusion.
The possibilities are endless and I sink into them with a silent scream as I try my best to trust this entity that is beyond me that has been christened ‘God’ by so many that have come before me.
Chapter 78
Sachihiro
I slowly come back to myself like I am slowly gaining consciousness and alertness from a deep sleep. I wake gradually like I am surfacing from a deep pool of water like a puff fish that has buoyed itself full of air as it surfaces from the depths. I feel myself coming into awareness of my body slowly from some other place that I can’t fathom.
I slowly take in a breath and fill my lungs seemingly for the first time in my life with something that seems to be better than any air I have ever tasted. I take it in and I yawn loudly popping the pressure that was blocking my ears before stretching my arms with a little sigh.
My nodachi is sheathed and beautiful on my lap as I find myself sitting naked in a lotus cross legged position. My skin is tingling slightly in a way that resembles micro sparkles happening all over it in my minds eye, like its sizzling.
As though if I opened my eyes and looked at myself I’d see my skin scintillating like a diamond reflecting the light of the sun. There is no need to open my eyes though, I doubt there ever will be again as I look all around myself with a sense I wonder why I’d never used before.
There seems to have been a synergy of sorts within me of dark awareness, vibrational sense, spirit sense, battle sense, aura detect, soul sense and everyday mundane hearing that is painting a very vivid and utterly breath-taking image of my surroundings in my mind. I can see in a way I have never before even imagined it possible to see and I am yet to open my eyes, the primary organ of sight.
I take in everything around me as far as my senses will go which doesn’t turn out to be too far but the wonder and detail in everything is awesome. I take it all in, the very floor I’m sitting on, the texture the hardness the density of everything around me even.
I’m realizing quickly that I can catalogue everything around in a broad sense almost like seeing things in the peripheral vision but I can also focus on specific objects or areas. My focus is in my mind and doesn’t diminished the broader sense of things even as it analyzes what my attention is focused on in details that go way beyond just seeing and identifying something.
With this sight I know what I focus on in detail. Detail that has more to do with just identification but gives me a glut of other information I didn’t even know objects freely gave away. It’s as though this new sight comes with an examine skill already active at all times as I take everything in.
No, not exactly an examine skill but more an appraisal skill I realize as I know not just the beautiful ornate table by the strangely fluctuating door but also the material its made of, the weaknesses in it’s structure, the density and strength of the different materials that it’s
composed of. I have all this new information coming in from this sight and its a matter of learning to interpret it now.
But with Awakening in this way comes new instincts and knowledge and I instinctively know how to separate the different information I’m getting even if I can’t immediately identify what it is I’m cataloguing. That’s a type of frequency identification I realize as everything vibrates in it’s own unique frequency throughout the world/room.
Never before has depth perception been so pinpoint accurate outside a spacial awareness skill or something very similar. I know information about everything I set my phantom sights on as it freely gives it away. I look at my nodachi again and yes I see so much more about its workmanship and finer details.
Truly this thing is the culmination of divine provenance and millennia of perfected craftsmanship, trying to recreate that single divine inspired eternal weapon. I can see that this thing I carry is perpetually of two worlds, the physical it has been clothed in and the spiritual where souls can reside if they take off worldly flesh.
I know this about my nodachi as though I’ve always known it but never truly paid attention. There is a spiritual realm that I have access to that is within the soul of my soul sword. And being there I could converse directly to her as she manifests herself there not as the weapon I know so well but as an actual being, a being of power, opinion and consciousness.
I can now perceive the existence of this space through a combination of my spirit and soul senses within this new phantom sense. There is a depth to her I am still unaware of and as I sink slowly into this soul space she looks back at me from within in her physical embodiment. She smiles mischievously at me and I grin back ready to play whatever it is we are about to play.
