Emalickel: The Celestials Are Real

by A. M. True

  Behind the giant headboard of the bed was a white sitting area with a white fireplace. The couch and chairs were beige to match the fluffy, square rug on the floor. There was another smaller archway in the white room behind the headboard, which also led to the huge 60-foot balcony I already mentioned. A diamond chandelier hung from the ceiling here in this room behind the bed.

  I rose out of the bed and began walking on the smooth, furry, cream-colored carpeting which filled the room. I noticed I was wearing an unfamiliar long, white, chiffon dress with a one-sleeve Grecian design. It was accented with diamonds and had pewter beading around the waist-line.

  I headed towards the large mirror which hung on the wall between those arched doorways to the right of the bed. Slowly, I crept closer to the mirror. As I walked, I noticed my skin was silky, smooth and seemed to glow a deep, healthy bronze as if I had been lying out in the sun at the beach for a day.

  A slight smile came across my face. Everything about me looked the same but improved. I wasn’t wearing any make-up, but my features looked as if I were. My eyelashes were full and dark, my cheeks and eyes were defined with bronze-pink shading, and my lips glowed a soft nude pink. My hair was long and dark brown, and it flowed of beautiful, shining, loose, wavy curls which blew gracefully as the breeze continued to drift in through the windows.

  A small diamond pendant hung at my collar bone by a tiny silver chain. The diamonds were arranged in a trinity symbol and looked very familiar. I brought my hand up to touch it. It was just like the golden symbol I had seen on Emalickel’s cape. My dream was real? Was I still on Lapoi?

  Excitement suddenly overwhelmed my entire body. In awe, my slight smile turned into a huge grin. Wide-eyed, I watched myself in the mirror as I shook my head in disbelief.

  No way. It’s impossible! This can’t be real. Is this really happening? Was it a dream? What is going on?

  Artist: Eurielle

  Song: Je t’Adore

  My overwhelmed emotions caused my legs to grow weak. I turned around towards the arched doors leading to the balconies. I took a deep breath of the crisp air blowing from that direction. The scent somehow comforted me as if I were home. Still smiling, I walked to the right-most arched door and stepped outside onto the balcony. It was about sixty feet from the ground and overlooked a grassy valley surrounded by a snow-capped mountain range. To the left and around the corner, was the second balcony. A bridge connected the two. The view from the second balcony was woodlands containing tall birch trees of yellow, orange, and red leaves. As the breeze gently blew across my face, I leaned forward on the white concrete railing of the balcony and closed my eyes. I heard nothing but the breeze which gently blew. This can’t be real. I thought to myself. There’s no way this is happening in real life! I must be stuck in some kind of vivid, looping dream.

  It suddenly felt very warm like on the first morning of the springtime. A breeze began to bring with it a familiar, comforting, clean leather scent. My eyes still closed, I lifted my chin to inhale and absorb this familiar aroma. There was a presence with me—I could feel it raising the hairs on my skin.

  Then, I felt a warm sensation at my back. Two large warm hands slid across my shoulders and gently squeezed them. Butterflies of anticipation filled my stomach. My breaths became short, and I began to tremble. Along the right side of my neck I felt a soft scruffy face brush against me. A warm breath teased my ear as a familiar soothing voice whispered to me.

  Emalickel: Is it real? That is not the question you should be asking yourself. The question you should be asking yourself is how is it real?

  When I recognized the voice, my heart jumped into my throat as I became overjoyed. I exhaled and whispered in a gasp to myself, Emalickel! Slowly, I turned around.

  There he was—tall, strong, handsome Emalickel was gazing down at me with those brilliant glowing eyes. His presence made me feel at ease, and he looked even more handsome than I had remembered.

  Me: Emalickel!

  Emalickel: Is it real because you imagined it? Or did you imagine it because it is real? Thoughts create reality, just as well as reality creates thoughts. Either way, this proves your experience here is indeed real.

  I remained silent in attempt to mask out the intense lust I desired for him. We continued staring at one another. I knew Emalickel felt mutual lust for me, but he broke the silence.

  Emalickel: Will you stay for a while?

  For a while? I’ll stay for as long as he’d let me!

  Me: You know I will.

  He moved his hands down to hold mine. He held his gaze for a moment, and then he licked his lips before pulling me in closely towards him.

  He tilted his head to the side and slowly bent in for a kiss. The moment our lips met, he squeezed my body tight. Our lips danced for several moments. We both began to breathe heavily the longer we kissed. We squeezed each other’s bodies more and more closely to one another.

  Emalickel suddenly stopped and pulled himself away. Catching his breath, he held my face in his hands and pressed his forehead against mine. Then, I heard his thought.

  Emalickel: There is still so much for you to learn.

  He gently let go of me and walked over to the rail of the balcony. His back was to me, as he looked out at the landscape.

  Emalickel: I came up here to let you know there is a pressing matter I must tend to. While I am away, I will find a celestial to escort you while you finish tour of Lapoi.

  He crossed his arms and leaned on the rail as he cocked his head to look over his shoulder. He didn’t look directly at me, but rather kept me in his peripheral vision. His expression was relaxed yet appeared slightly agitated.

  Emalickel: How about Thorenel? You did enjoy your time with him the other day, yes?

  Artist: Mattia Cupelli

  Song: Waves

  Judging by the “as matter of fact” look on his face, I felt he was aware of my previous romantic encounter with Thorenel. The silence grew awkward, and I couldn’t think of anything to say in response. My mind was cluttered with thoughts of confusion.

  Emalickel looked back out at the landscape.

  Emalickel: It is settled, then. I will call to Thorenel. When you arrive to him, I want you to stay with him during the time of my absence.

  He closed his eyes and he communicated in telepathy. I heard his thoughts but was unable to understand them as they were transmitted in something like Latin or Aramaic. Crossing his arms again, Emalickel turned to face me. There was a brief pause as he locked his stare to me. His expression remained straight.

  Emalickel: Thorenel is expecting you, so I will send you to him. You have my word I will see you again very soon.

  I still didn’t understand why he would volunteer Thorenel. I couldn’t stop wondering why. I was confused and worried. Does he know about it? Is he angry? If he doesn’t know, should I tell him? Why would he choose Thorenel to escort me? Emalickel interrupted my thoughts with a stern tone.

  Emalickel: You are so accustomed to your world. Do you think of me as an oblivious mortal? Of course I know! There is nothing that happens to you in which I do not know.

  He knows! I was frightened and embarrassed. Emalickel’s demeanor quickly became more frustrated.

  Emalickel: How could you think I wouldn’t know?! I have known all along. I can read your every thought. I can read Thorenel’s thoughts. Seeing how Thorenel is my celestial-pair, and since you and I have physically engaged, Thorenel is now paired to you as well. Most intimate connections on our celestial plane are grouped into three individuals. This is not unusual, so it is not the matter in which disappoints me so intensely. What disappoints me is the fact that you tried to shield it from me. You tried to hide something from me.

  He pulled the hood of his cape onto his head. There was a silence before Emalickel spoke in a smooth quieter tone.

  Emalickel: My presence is required. I must be going.

  Although I was curious of where he was going and what he was about to do, I did not a
sk as I knew he would volunteer to tell me in his own time. I also knew he seemed a bit on-edge, so I did not want to overstep my boundaries.

  Emalickel: You have been on Lapoi for quite some time now. As a result, you are feeling the energies of teleportation less drastically. Also, since you and I have blended ourselves with each other, you will steadily become accustomed to my abilities as our energy molecules intertwine. One day, you will be able to perform every power of mine on the celestial plane.

  He stepped towards me and placed his hands along the back of my head to cup it. He leaned in to touch his forehead against mine. With that, I saw a bright flash of light, and then found myself standing in the cottage home which Thorenel had created for me. It had been cleaned-up and repaired.

  Thorenel was already there, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed at his chest. His back was turned as he looked outside, but I could see that he was wearing his beige cloak. His hood was off, and rays of white light beamed through the strands of his wavy blond hair. He looked radiant. I still felt attracted to him. He had this protective, wise, warrior vibe that went along with his rugged alpha-male appearance.

  I knew he was aware of my presence in the cottage because he slightly turned his head to the side as if trying to view me in his peripherals. He was silent, and I could feel tension in the air. I tried to break the awkward silence.

  Me: Hi, Thorenel.

  Keeping his arms crossed, he turned around. He looked at me briefly raising both eyebrows as if to say “hello.” He wouldn’t maintain eye contact with me.

  Me: So, what are we going to do today?

  His answer was quiet and seemed forced as if he wasn’t in the mood to socialize.

  Thorenel: We are doing what has been ordered for us to do.

  He turned back toward the doorway to head outside.

  Me: Why do you seem upset?

  He moved his hands to fold down in front of him. Thorenel stopped in the doorway and tilted his head up to look at the sky outside. He signed loudly and replied with animosity.

  Thorenel: Emalickel isn’t the only one who can hear your thoughts. Did you forget that I, too, can hear your wandering mind?

  Again, he turned around in the doorway to face me. When he spoke, his voice carried a tone of resentment.

  Thorenel: You must rid yourself of guilt and fear, Adrienne, of all the negative emotions within you. Accept things as they come and embrace the experiences. Be proud of love. Why would you try to conceal ours? Why would you speak so openly of your feelings for Emalickel to me, yet try to hide the feelings shared between us from Emalickel? It disappoints me.

  He was still a bit disgruntled.

  Thorenel: You are still so attached to the mortal plane. All its little laws, rules, and morals of control and constraint do not exist here. You must let go.

  Silence fell within the room before Thorenel spoke again. He looked down and took a deep breath.

  Thorenel: I am sorry. I apologize. I am being harsh, and I have allowed my ego to sneak to the surface. All I ask is that you call on me every time you desire me—every single time. Even at the slightest desire for me, I want your calling.

  Thorenel stepped forward and came over to me. He touched my shoulder and bent down so that his face was level with mine.

  Thorenel: Please, please do not let that be sparingly.

  He kept his gaze on me for a moment before continuing.

  Thorenel: There are no limits to how often, when, or where you can call on me. Even if you are with Emalickel, he shall not anger should you call on me. I shall either join you both, or you and I may be alone. Brothers bound by celestial law, Emalickel and I both belong to you, and you belong to both him and me. We both share a part in pleasing you—spiritually, emotionally, and physically.

  Artist: Audiomachine

  Song: No Matter What

  He held his gaze into my eyes. I desired him, especially since we were alone in the same cottage house where our connection had first begun. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I craved his strong arms to embrace my body so that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body pressed firmly against mine. I yearned for him to do with me as he pleased. I wanted him to take me right there, so we could finish what we had started a previous time ago.

  He zoned-in on me. I could feel his mind exploring within mine. Thorenel tilted his head to the side and slightly squinted his eyes, as if in concentration, trying to read my thoughts more deeply. I could feel a sensation, like that of a warm, gentle breeze blowing throughout the inside of my head. I knew it was him. I knew that he was aware of my thoughts of desire for him.

  Still, I continued thinking, as I could not control my thoughts.

  I knew he had gotten a clear read on my thoughts when he shifted his feet closer to me. He moved his hands to hold my face gently. He slowly pulled it towards his without ceasing eye contact. He pressed his forehead to mine and transmitted his thoughts.

  Thorenel: You tremble…

  He paused, gently sliding his hands down the sides of my neck, continuing down my sides to my hips.

  Thorenel: …yet, it is not fear I see in your eyes.

  I caught a slight smile on his face before our lips brushed against each other. Without breaking contact, our lips danced with each other, growing in intensity, moment by moment. My mouth began to open, inviting his tongue to enter. He pressed his lips even firmer against mine as our tongues began sliding against one another.

  Thorenel breathed harder and his hands began to slide passionately up and down my body. He walked forward, thus pushing me backwards, until I fell to the bed. Wasting no time, he used my underarms to scoot my body the rest of the way onto the bed. He rushed to remove his boots before positioning himself on top of me. He leaned his weight on his right arm, while his left hand slid up my satin gown along my outer thigh. Then it grazed across my breasts, slipping each of them out from behind the neckline.

  After catching sight of this, he pushed himself up, straddling my torso between his knees. He removed his tunic in a hurry. Breathless, Thorenel scanned our bodies, which still wore clothes. He shook his head with impatience. Leaning his weight onto his fists, which were to the sides of my shoulders, he closed his eyes and breathed in a long deep breath. As he exhaled, I felt a warm breeze and noticed we were glowing in a white, shimmering light. It circulated all around us.

  Artist: Audiomachine (Ivan Torrent)

  Song: Wars of Faith (Extended Remix)

  When the light dimmed, we were both completely undressed with the sheet drawn over us. Before either of us had any time to look at the other, we locked our lips together again, and he pressed my body further into the bed using the force of his body.

  His body felt solid and dense. He was so strong. I felt vulnerable to his strength. It would be so easy for him to destroy me in one swipe of his power, yet he was so tender with me. He was still assertive in his passion and maintained a carnal nature, as a lion is with his lioness. Thorenel interrupted my thoughts with his whisper.

  Thorenel: My strength means nothing when I am so weakened by your touch.

  I had gotten carried away in my thoughts and forgotten that Thorenel could hear every one of them. He locked eyes with me. He was trying to receive permission to enter me.

  Without hesitation, I eagerly nodded.

  And that was all he needed. He looked back down and began rubbing the head of his throbbing extension along the outside of my intimate area. I was instantly stimulated. His thickness began to slowly penetrate me. He looked at me with craving eyes. Slowly he glided inside me, deeper and deeper until he was fully and completely all the way inside. He pressed himself in and held it there while letting out a deep pleasurable primal-moan. He grabbed my body, to press me closer to his. By this time, he, too, was trembling. After a moment, he slid back out, but only briefly before sliding back in and moaning again. He slid out, then back in. His speed grew faster and faster as he thrust harder and harder.

  This inten
sity grew until his pace stabilized at a peak rate. I could feel the walls of my intimate area clenching around his. At that very moment, Thorenel yelled out in pleasure. Then, I could feel his member pulsating warmth inside me. Unlike anything I’d ever felt before, it continued to pulsate more and more rapidly inside me. It vibrated my entire genital area, both inside and out. I had never felt anything so amazing. His head dropped to my chest and his hands clenched down on the bed. My intimate folds swelled full in arousal—ready to burst. Thorenel whispered breathlessly to me.

  Thorenel: I won’t stop until you are complete.

  He continued vibrating his extension inside me. I felt it all through the most sensitive of areas—from my inner walls to the tip of the outside. I felt sensual sensations even in the base of my back and below. He truly had on him an instrument made for divine pleasures. His intimacy performed in a way that brought me to convulsions as it emitted vigorous vibrations without rest. I felt myself begin pulsating with warmth inside. Thorenel continued vibrating himself inside me, looking at me intensely, waiting for me to explode from what he was providing to me.