“You do?”
“On my life, I promise you, Cadence,” he replied, finding it increasingly difficult to mask his frustration.
She looked into his eyes deeply. Not blinking. Staring straight into him and through him. Piercing his soul. Probing it. Feeling around. Then she spoke: “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
“You may not understand this either,” she said. “But I love you for this. For what you’re about to do. I will never forget the sacrifice you made.”
David swallowed hard as she spoke those words. Puzzling over what they meant. Wondering if, perhaps, he’d agreed to give his own life to save everyone else’s.
But, as he wondered, his doubts became weaker.
Cadence kissed his left palm once more, removing his right hand from her breasts. Then she placed both his hands on her shoulders and pulled his face down and forward. Grasping the back of his neck with her hands.
As he looked into her eyes, still unsure of what she meant when she thanked him, her lids fluttered so quickly they became invisible. And her body flickered again as her facial features distorted and focused over and over. She touched her nose to his and closed her mouth, breathing warm air out through her nose across his lips. He felt them heat up, and he started to become confused.
She chewed on his lower lip. Biting at it softly. Kissing it and licking it, as his head swam even more heavily. Soon, she was kissing his upper lip. Running her tongue around his mouth. Holding his mouth open, as she let her tongue explore the inside of it. And as she did, he smelt the dirt, and felt the coldness, of a soiled mattress beneath him, though there was none.
He began to remember what she’d done to him the previous evening. Realising she was doing the same thing. Putting herself on him. Transferring her essence directly into him. Tongue to tongue. Feeding him like a mother bird.
Unlike the night before, he didn’t have to wait to feel disoriented, or take any huge sniffs of his hand to become aroused. Within seconds of her sealing their lips together, he felt his sense of being a human animal intensify a hundredfold. He could feel he was beyond excited below the belt, though that shouldn’t have been possible after the frantic and prolonged sexual intercourse he’d had with Juno not seven or eight hours ago.
But Cadence didn’t take any offence at his arousal. Rather, she encouraged it as she kissed him more and more deeply. More and more passionately. Sucking his tongue with her mouth and coaxing him to suck on hers. Every time he swallowed her tongue and tasted it, his senses felt even more raw. More alive. Until he felt like he might go insane from the pleasure.
As he opened his eyes, he could see the walls were, again, covered in blood, and the river on the floor was now standing at their calves. Her eyes remained closed as she continued to kiss him with animal passion and strength. Bending him to her will. He was powerless to fight it. If she’d demanded he clean every speck of blood off the walls with a toothbrush, he’d have run to the bathroom and started scrubbing.
“You can see it now?” Her tongue still floated in and out of his mouth. His jaw so loose, he couldn’t find the strength to close it. “No?” she asked, not looking to see for herself. Her skin turning white as milk.
She made love to his mouth even more vigorously. He fell to the floor, as her arms guided him. She knelt above him, cradling his neck in her hands, holding his head above the river of blood, and loving his mouth with every ounce of passion in her. Transferring, he was slowly coming to realise, only a minuscule portion of her self. The self she could impart forever and always. The self she could give freely without risking her own life, or safety, in the slightest.
He felt himself becoming even more aroused than he’d been the previous evening. All sense of time was absent, as the warmth of the blood his body was submerged in made him feel even more lost. But the levels of ecstasy to which she was taking him were far beyond anything he had previously thought his body capable of withstanding. Knowing deep inside him what he was allowing to happen must, in some way, be wrong, no matter how right it felt, he began trying to move his arm. Anything to take her attention away from kissing him. Although she now felt more lost in it than he was.
He realised too late he could no longer move. That his body was not his anymore. That there was nothing about it he could consciously control. He could only watch her striking orange-red hair as his lids fell closed, with immeasurable delight and feverish lust, as she continued to lose herself in him. In the taste of him. In the transfer of their selves between each other. In the pure unbridled sexual energy she was receiving from him, amplifying through herself, passing back to him and then receiving from him again. Their mouths formed a self-sustaining circuit of ever increasing pleasure that had no end. And, if she truly had lost herself, neither of them would be saved. For a moment, although he couldn’t quite describe it, he thought he might have felt fear running through him. But that, too, melted into bliss before he could definitely identify it.
“You must be able to see it now.” Her voice sounded more familiar, as she continued to feed the pleasure circuit she’d created between them, their tongues still transferring and amplifying the pleasure in more and more intense arcs. “Can you see it yet?” She looked for confirmation. Noticing his eyes were twitching furiously underneath closed lids, she placed her mouth over his and breathed in, sucking breath from his lungs and blowing out. “Please come back to me,” she begged, as she continued to draw breath out from him.
Within moments, his eyes began to open and his hand slapped hard against the floor, splashing blood all around. “Yes.” He strained to form the words. “I can see it. The blood. Everywhere.”
“We still have time,” she said. “This is good. But we mustn’t...”
He looked up into her eyes, seeing the blood reflected in them. And the reflection of a stand up mirror in the corner near the front door. And through that mirror, a bathtub spilling over with dirtied water. Still unable to control his body so he could look around, but feeling everything. And hearing her voice in his head.
Can you hear me, David? Her lips didn’t move except to allow her tongue to gently and freely caress the tip of his own. Can you hear me inside you now? More clearly than before? Louder than any sound you’ve ever before heard?
He nodded, trying to speak, but unable to move his own mouth to form the words. Only able to watch her close her eyes in bliss and continue to love his tongue with hers. What’s happening? he thought. How is this possible. I’ve never felt so much—
Power? she asked, her lips still not moving and her eyes still closed. Her tongue still giving and receiving pleasure from his. So much animal strength?
You can hear me? he thought, as his eyelids closed again.
Yes, she said. Her voice booming inside his head. I can hear you and you can hear me. No one else but us exists on this channel. Very soon, we will be as one. One mind. Two parts of one ethereal body. Not physical, like you have only known until this point. But I need your assistance, David. I need you to help me complete us. So I can work through you. To help you today.
What do you need me to do? he asked.
I need you to fight me, she said. I need you to make me surrender to you. I need you to become my equal. Do you understand?
No, he said. I’m not sure I do. I’ve never felt this before.
And I haven’t felt this in as long as I can remember. Never on this earth. It’s been so very long. So very lonely. She sealed her lips with his, only allowing them both to breathe through their noses. I need you to wrest control from me. Take the pleasure inside you. Take the will inside you and force it upon me. Fill me with it. Make me submit to you.
How do I do that? he asked.
Concentrate on what you feel. Drown in it. Let yourself see it in your mind’s eye. However you need. To make it real for you. Do whatever you need to, and dominate me. I cannot act in your stead unless we are equal. Unless you are able to exert control over me just as I am exerting control over
you now.
You, he said. You don’t sound the same. And you’re not apologising. I don’t feel any sense of shame. But I feel—
I know, she replied. He felt tears drop from her eyes onto his closed lids. Thick and warm. It’s been so very long. Take me. Stop me from controlling you.
He tried to fight her. Feeling her tongue loving his. The intense pleasure, inside and outside, increasing beyond what he’d ever before considered possible. He felt helpless, as she continued to bathe him in her essence.
Then a picture formed in his mind and he felt her lips tremble. He saw visions in his head. Of the river of blood parting around them. Of her shawl being torn from her body by his own hands. Of his clothes disintegrating. Of a perfect, beautiful, naked body on top of his, milking his mouth with its own. In his mind’s eye, he was in control of his body. His hands moved up her back, over the thick, long welts between her shoulder blades, and tugged at her hair gently, but purposefully. His head lifted from the floor, pushing against hers. Still loving her tongue, but feeling as if he were reciprocating, and returning the passion, of his own free will. In his mind’s eye, he rolled her body onto its back and pressed his own on top of it. Cradling her head in his hands, as her arms went limp and he recognised her face. Controlling the distribution of pleasure, from his tongue to hers and back.
As he experienced and saw all those things, he felt her earthly body shudder and grab him more tightly. You have to exert control over me, David. You have to rule my mind with yours. You must.
Then his eyelids opened as hers did. They were staring into each other’s eyes. What he imagined in his mind’s eye was occurring on the physical plane. Or it felt like it was. He was so far gone, in a place he’d never before visited, he couldn’t say for sure. But she was underneath him. Both of them nude. Her skin glistening with a salty sweat. Her mouth still open and submitting more and more to the probing of his tongue. Her eyes glazing over with tears, filled with fire and what looked like a reflection of moonlight. Something raw. Something primal. And his eyelids ached.
I’m sorry, he said. But you look like—
She immediately interrupted him. You cannot beg, David. You must have ascendency over me. You must govern my every move. My every thought. You must direct me, with force if necessary. You must—
Just shut up, he snapped. Hearing his own voice like the roar of thunder in his head. No more telling me what to do. I get it.
Her face turned white with shock as she felt his voice move through her, and then it flushed deep red as their tongues continued to love each other. You’re not winning, she said. You have to own me, and you don’t know how to—
Make you submit? he asked. Commanding. Control you? He separated his lips from hers, withdrawing his tongue. I know exactly how to do that. You told me how.
I told you nothing. She grabbed at his hair as he licked her flesh. Her skin turned even more red, her body beginning to tighten and shake with fear and anticipation as he heard her begin speaking in a language he didn’t understand. That extra voice in his head sounding like it came from somewhere else outside her. Continuing to incant as her normal voice spoke simultaneously with it. Please. You mustn’t. It would be...
But before she could finish her sentence, she looked upon him and his face became more beautiful than anything she’d ever seen before. Her mind became confused. Her thoughts dissolving. Feeling a deep sense of shame. Knowing what she was feeling was wrong, but aching to feel him inside of her.
Then she felt him enter her, forcefully and effortlessly, and her inner voice was stifled, though her secondary voice continued to intone. Her body writhing underneath him as he took her without asking. Losing herself in a pleasure she’d not known in ages. Crying out in agonising joy. Her features becoming liquid. Her entire body shifting shape. Her mouth hanging open loosely. Unable to move to form words as he ravished her. Both of their manifestations orgasming over and over again without any physical release.
Within moments he heard her primary voice again. The trinity—
He silenced her once more as he withdrew himself from her, rolled over onto his back, and directed her to take him into her mouth. His trembling hands feebly attempting to brush her long orange-red hair away so he could see her face, and touching at the soft white fur on her shoulders. Light, bristling hair that covered her entire body. Her secondary voice’s incomprehensible chanting exciting him even more feverishly as she pleasured him with her mouth.
When he lost control, he felt her swallowing his semen—in quantities and a quality his body couldn’t possibly produce—and their souls both orgasmed once more. Then he laid her underneath him, tasted the bottom of her plump belly, spread her legs to lick the sweat from her soft, full inner thighs and ate her. Tasting and smelling the blood and her essence more strongly than ever. Loving her with his tongue. Losing himself in her excitement until he felt her body seize and quaver violently, causing his spirit to orgasm, as one again, with hers. Feeling her pleasure as though it were his. Each of them experiencing the other’s every orgasm, and their own. As if they were a single entity.
In that layer of existence he’d never been to, or experienced before, except perhaps in adolescent dreams, they loved each other with their mouths again. She took her place back on top of him and he began suckling her nipples, tasting milk. Feeling safe and warm as she fell, wasted, on his body and her secondary voice fell silent.
“We’re ready. We’ve done what needed to be done, though it was wrong,” she said, her physical lips moving again. Quaking. He opened his eyes, the lids feeling sore, and saw her face hovering above him. Touching at her arms, at the light purple shawl, feeling the tender weave of its fabric. Feeling lost and confused. Trying to remember what he’d just experienced in something other than a blur. Reaching to touch her face as she drew back slightly and swallowed hard. “I feel so very low. Can you forgive me? Do you remember your promise?”
“Yes. This never happened.” She smiled back down on him, as he looked at her face in confusion. She stood herself up and took his hand, pulling him up too. When she did, he felt light as air. But, as he stood beside her, he could feel the strong pull of gravity. The weight of his body. He realised the power her diminutive frame possessed. That she could lift him from the floor as if he were a leaf of grass. Expending no energy. Lifting his dead weight without so much as a grunt of exertion.
“I’m truly sorry to have done what I did to you.” She looked at the floor again. All the blood was gone, and the house was sparkling clean once more. “I knew yesterday. When you said yes. I certainly knew it would be coming for you sooner than you could begin to provide on your own. I used the gift I bestowed upon you and Juno to make sure this opportunity didn’t go wasted. I used Juno to tell you what would need to be done if things became urgent. I changed you both without your knowledge or consent. I feel truly ashamed.”
She began crying and she pushed him away, shrinking back when he moved to hug her, or give her any solace or comfort. “It’s okay,” he said. “You did what you did to help us. And...” He looked at her for a moment, as her eyes raised to meet his. “Where did all the blood go?”
She looked down again. “It’s still here. Deep Underneath.”
“Underneath what?”
“The... It’s...” Cadence began, gesturing as if she were trying to explain something stupefyingly obvious to an ignorant animal. “What you see now. This is the In-Between. Where you live. Where all people do.” She paused. “The sight I gifted you with. It allows you to see the Underneath. Do you understand?”
“So that wasn’t...? This isn’t—?”
“This world. It’s not what it seems. I mean, it is...” She shook her head in frustration. “But there are different levels. Not in the sense of left, right, forward, backward... Or up or down. More in the sense of—”
“So, what we just saw was Hell?” David’s pupils shrank as his eyes went wide.
“Hell is a fiction,” she replied q
uickly. “Or, at least, it’s not what you think. You will understand better as you experience it. And, what I am...” She held a finger up to her lips and removed it. “You will know and understand it all in perfect time. After what we’ve done, you surely will. May I ask you for your patience in that regard? Will you allow me that courtesy?”
“I guess... I mean, I don’t understand it entirely but... Are you saying that none of what happened between us actually took place? Literally? Not in this world? Was it all in my mind? Was what I saw and felt all me?”
“Not entirely,” she said. “I had to exchange my energy with you. And I had to kiss you. To shame myself. To expose my body to you. To lay naked in your embrace and gift to you as directly and as fully as possible.” She reached up to wipe away a tear. “I’m so very sorry. I pray you can forgive me. I know it must have been difficult. The betrayal I made you commit. To make you submit to me, no matter how repulsive I may be to you. To cloud your mind like that.”
“I don’t know where you get your self image from, Cadence. Maybe you watch too much TV. But you really are beautiful. I’m not saying that to be polite. I don’t know what you see when you look in the bathroom mirror, but maybe you should have that thing replaced.”
She let out a pained laugh as she began crying again. “I’m not whatever it is you think you see. I’m an illusion. But, you’re very sweet to say that. A very kind man. Juno is a lucky woman. And though it pains me greatly to confess. Now that we are equal, I must tell you I have been selfish. I have been cruel to you to satisfy my own hunger. My own self-serving desires. I preyed upon your wish to continue your existence. I used you to get what I wanted.” She grabbed the collar of his tee shirt and looked away as she pulled his head down, slightly. “But you must understand it’s been so very long. I know it doesn’t excuse my contemptible behaviour, but it’s been so long since...” She paused. “I feel, now, I could have controlled myself. But, in the moment. Before this, I felt helpless and I couldn’t stop myself from having it. And I could have let your provision pass. But I couldn’t bear to be disappointed.”
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