by Brandy Cova
I rubbed my nose on her clitoris, and let my hands raise up against her abdomen, past the slight jut of her hips. I reached the underside of her breasts, and squeezed. Milk dripped from each nipple in a steady stream, and rolled down both of my forearms. I took a break from the woman's clit long enough to lap up the milk, and was immediately torn between whether or not to follow the stream of sweet, warm liquid up her body, or to return my attention to the clit that sent vibrating chills though my skull when I brought her into my mouth.
The woman reached down and firmly grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head, and guided my face back toward her waiting clit. The decision had been made for me, and I was utterly content with the conclusion.
I completely lost any sense of myself, and only remember one tongue stroke after another, pulling out her clit from within its protective sheath, and covering her most sensitive anatomical aspect with my lips. I did my best to be accommodating; my lips can be soft and receptive when they need to be. I struggled sincerely at times not to bite her; not because I wanted to hurt her mind you, just because she was so incredible. I wanted my tongue to go as far into her vagina as possible. I wanted to suck her clit and I didn't care if her vulva and labia got brought into my mouth as well. I didn't care if her wild pubic mane became my new dental floss; it was worth it. Every last lick, was a small piece of heaven.
When she finally came, the result was a deluge of nectar. The liquid flowed into my mouth, and I instinctively swallowed what I could, and let the excess pour out over my lips, and down onto my breasts and thighs.
"So this is your honey," I thought, licking my lips and kissing the woman's fluttering, contracting vagina. "Incredible."
I rose from my knees, and let my tongue broadly grace her abdomen until I had lapped up every bit of milk that had spilled from her breasts. Even still, small amounts leaked out of each nipple, like precum, or a faucet that had not quite been shut off.
"You couldn't shut her off," I realized. "She is the source of life itself."
The woman smiled down at me, and I looked up. Her face was the same as Sharn, the woman who had been meditating outside of the hut. I squinted to focus, and the features of her face shifted once more, into something primal, and then back into the form of the woman I had licked clean. I stood up, and allowed my mouth to be drawn toward hers. I gave her the remnants of her own milk and honey.
I was exhausted from effort, and overwhelmed with the ecstasy of having licked a body so profound. I am certain at this point the fluids that I consumed must have had some kind of narcotic, hallucinogenic effect, for there is no other explanation for the experiences that took place following that moment.
While my cheek was pressed firmly against the woman's body, I felt a coil slip around each ankle and wrist. The touch was soft at first, like a lover stroking my skin with the tip of a finger. I can't say that the touch became any more violent, but it did become more complete. The sensation wrapped itself around the diameter of my wrists and ankles, until I had been firmly bound.
Once the binding had occurred, I felt a light, tracing sensation as the cords spiraled their way up the limbs of my body, toward my shoulders and hips. When I finally experienced the awareness necessary to turn around and examine the encroaching force, I realized that the faint touch that I had been experiencing was a vine of ivy using my body as a terrace.
I tried to resist by yanking at the vines, but they were already too thick. I suspect that even if I had been able to pull one arm free, another vine would have risen up to assume the place of the wounded plant. The woman realized my struggles, and hushed me with a soft pat of her hand, and a comb of her fingers through my hair.
When The Ivy penetrated my body, at first, I was fearful. Natural as the implements were for the mechanics of this union, the entire process was incredibly unnatural. The Ivy pulsed and curled around my nipples and squeezed my clitoris up against itself. Still more tendrils tickled my anus, and my lips. A particularly bold stem wove its way directly into my cunt, and slowly began to mark out its territory by kneading along the inside of my vaginal walls.
My breasts were rhythmically massaged, each by a coil of ivy. The sensation of being pulled in so many different directions at once, while being gently stroked on the cheek is a strange mixture of terror and satisfaction. I am now of the opinion that my anxieties were more anticipatory than actual. The plant was sentient, and though it thoroughly penetrated my body, it did not actually harm me.
My anus was spared penetration, but the vines eagerly grew down my throat, and to the width of my vagina. I couldn't breathe, but during the entire time, the plant released some kind of sedative agent, along with the most glorious feeling of warmth I had ever felt. I'm not sure if the experience was strictly phytochemical, as in some chemical agent had infused itself throughout my body at each contact point, or if the process was magical, and literal sunlight from whatever realm I was currently existing in, was being channeled into my body from both ends.
The warmth spread from my uterus and throat, into my abdomen, chest, face, legs, arms, and eventually hands and feet. My fluids dripped out over both penetrative vines, and were absorbed eagerly by the plant as it transferred high density light into my soul.
The vine attending to my asshole kneaded and loosened the muscles surrounding my sphincter, and curled itself lovingly around each cheek. When the light filled my body, all terror, pain, judgement, disgust, and bodily waste poured out from my anus, spilling onto The Ivy in the field below. Leaves cleaned any trace of defecation from my body. The roots of The Ivy eagerly grew up and over the defecation. The expulsion was buried quickly beneath the soil, at which point it was systematically absorbed and transmuted by decomposers and soil bacteria; within moments, a state change had occurred between filth and sustenance.
The vine which had spread itself into my throat withdrew itself with a single motion. I gagged, vomited, and drooled. I had never defecated or vomited within a dream before. Lights surrounded my vision, and a reassuring hand caressed a strand of hair which curled about next to my ear. The Ivy nursed me back to health by directing one leaf full of collected dew down my throat at a time. Patiently, it would wait for me to either swallow, or spit the water out. The taste of my bile was too much to handle at first, but after repeated rinses, it lessened and finally disappeared.
Something changed slightly after the expulsion from my mouth and my anus. I felt clear and light, as though I had relinquished something deep and prohibitive from within my body. The air was delightful inside of my lungs, and it was not long before I was sucking once more at The Sorceress's clit. The woman's hand was more caressing this time, and any resistance I had towards the experience had long dissipated. My mouth worked consistently, and intently on bringing her to climax once more, so I could take my fill of the nectar that I had lost in the purge.
She was sweet. A tang rippled through my mouth, and I lapped up each drop of fluid that was released in my direction. Throughout the course of my drinking of her body, I was brought to climax after climax by what I can only assume was the animate will of the woman whom I serviced. The energy of orgasm passed through me, and was transmitted to the woman through my mouth; that same energy must have gone through an alchemical process before it was returned to me, because as time went on, I felt more and more one with the soul of all things.
Tears and sweat poured from my body, and eventually, the force of my vaginal contractions grew so strong that I pushed The Ivy out of myself. I looked up from my position of submission to the woman. The Ivy had facilitated a massive leaf in order to provide a throne for the woman, and my head had been resting between her legs, licking contentedly at her vagina. She smiled at me, and stroked my hair once more.
The Ivy entered me once more, and began to go deeper than it had gone before. The tendril pushed past my cervix, and entered my uterus; the feeling was unreal. While inside, I felt another chemical process taking place within my body. All of the lining that I
had yet to shed was massaged off and replaced with a tonic chemical. The vine exited my vagina with a flourish, causing another series of contractions, during which the remainder of my menses was pushed out from within my body.
A process of perpetual sexual engagement and cleansing took place over the next twelve days. I must have subsisted on sunlight, vaginal fluid and breast milk. I lost track of how many orgasms took place, and even how long I was there. All I know is that when it was all done, I was ovulating, and my body had been transformed from that which was familiar to that which is foreign, and powerful.
The woman eventually dried up, and turned into a witch. Her eyes were more piercing than anything I have ever experienced. She was beyond the need to communicate anything to me. I had been sucking at her body for weeks, and she had literally given herself to me.
"I am the Queen of Eternal Return," she said to me, her voice telepathic and powerful within my consciousness. "You have elected to take my place in the cyclic offering of my body to the universe. The tribe which you will serve is but a single manifestation of those who will be supported by your touch. Take my awareness, and know that sexuality is not about technique, or even sensation, but about union and consciousness."
The information passed through the telepathy challenged everything that I had acted on, concerning sex, but violated nothing that I intuitively knew about the subject. I nodded in acknowledgment and comprehension. The witch continued:
"Your body is merely a physical conduit for the transmission of a deeper force, and that is the force that you are instructed to be the caretaker of; that is the force which you will transmit to all of reality. Life is an undulate flow of matter and energy, and you are the conductor."
I couldn't believe what was taking place, but the words the woman spoke had no other recourse but to be absorbed in the fertile soil that had been created in my being. I integrated her words into my identity, and realized that I had only tapped into a deeper aspect of my femininity; these words were truths that I had known all along, but had been too preoccupied to notice. I had been absorbed in the daily activities of my life as a singular woman. No matter how loose my contact with traditional social systems; no matter how far I had traveled, or what sorts of people I had met, never before had I felt so completely alien to myself, and yet so entirely at peace.
"The dream space which we occupy has a rapidly changing ecosystem. I will join the soul of the dream, and you will come to channel my current state as well. When the time is appropriate, you will transmit these capacities you have been gifted to yet another, and the cycle of Eternal Return will continue," the witch concluded.
After her speech, she turned into ash before my eyes; each piece of her skin rapidly turning from weathered flesh into chalky, burnt carbon. Pieces of her body fell to The Ivy, piling up like so much dust. Where the ash hit, The Ivy disintegrated, causing the remnants of the witch to fall down to the soil, where it could be absorbed once more into the ecology of the dream.
The Ivy released its hold on my body. I was surprised when rubbing my hands over my wrists and ankles. Where The Ivy had secured itself to me, I had no indentations or marks of decreased circulation. Instead of detrimental marks, or an absence of health, golden traced lines had transferred themselves onto my skin. My whole body looked as though a ritualized tattoo process had prepared me to be an immaculate vessel for life itself; none of this seemed out of the ordinary, it was all a matter of course; just another aspect of my place as a woman.
The Ivy began to shed itself, and disintegrate before my very eyes. All pieces of The Ivy that had been so monstrously prominent became wooden, and then turned into dust. I was left in the field once more, except this time, I was alone on the top of the boulder. Were another person to have looked at me from that point, they would have seen a figure similar to the woman that I had seen initially. To my knowledge, there were no other people around to notice. I did not have the presence of mind to question where my cape and head wreath had come from; everything appeared to be in its right place.
I looked down at my body, and noticed that my vagina was dripping down the boulder, and at each point of contact, moss sprang up from out of tiny pores in the boulder's surface. I stood and observed the phenomenon for a long while, and steadily realized that even the slightest sweat from the pores of my feet were causing vegetative bursts to overwhelm the world around me. A tear formed from my eye, and when that tear fell a fountain gurgled up from out from the ground, and began to pool itself along the prairie. The environment underwent rapid succession from grassland into an old growth forest. The sheer magnitude of change was too much for me to behold. I was in love, and I felt like an integral aspect of the environment in which I stood.
The realization that I was only an aspect of a much larger environmental context, was incredibly humbling for me. I came to the decision that my function within the context of the landscape was to facilitate growth in whatever way possible, and so I began to lay on the ground in meditative surrender. As soon as I relinquished control, a swell of joy and pleasure came out from around me in the form of chirping birds, blossoming flowers, and tiny, vivacious mammals.
"All that is missing is an apex predator," I thought; eco-systemic analysis entering my mind as a matter of natural process.
I thought nothing further on the matter of a predator, as I assumed that within the bounds of any functioning ecosystem, all components will naturally come about since nature abhors a vacuum. I resigned myself to be present within the very center of my mind. During my meditation, I imagined a massive tree, the largest in the wood to be growing from out of the ground beneath me. The soil below was conceived of as a fertile womb, and the seed necessary to engender such a massive tree was located within my heart.
Psychically, I removed the seed, and implanted it in the womb of mother nature. The seed attached itself to the environment with enthusiasm, and began to germinate. The tree started small, as all things do, but eventually it grew up and out from beneath me, and carried me upward at a slight incline. My body was lifted from its position on the ground, and slowly spread into an 'X', just a few feet above the ground. My arms, elbows, feet, and thighs were all comfortably supported by innate knots within the massive tree. The golden curves which had been inlayed on my skin glowed with a bright light, and expanded out beyond my skin, for the express purpose of securing my position to the tree in which I was suspended. Without a conscious thought, I was prepared to be crucified; my genitals completely exposed to the natural world. In spite of my vulnerability – in fact, likely due to it -- I felt a complete sense of calm.
Silence descended over the landscape, and all of the birds and smaller animals that had been previously so expressive vanished without so much as a sound. Creatures scampered up trees, and hid beneath bushes. Though the animals were intent upon their escape there was never any actual danger for them; only apprehension and an innate sensory motivation to find sanctuary.
Out from the brush in front of me, stepped forward a massive grizzly bear. The animal padded up to me, and sniffed my crotch, nuzzling me hard with its wet nose. The inhales were sharp and accentuated. I felt that the animal was bringing the deepest part of myself into him, assessing my connection to the environment, and whether or not he felt as though I had a place within the forest. I knew the bear was a male from the moment he touched me; I can't explain it, the carnal knowledge of the aspects of my environment was first nature to me now.
Rising from his haunches, the bear dug his claws into the tree between my spread thighs, and my forearms. Rising further still, to his full height, he placed his claws well above my head, and drooped his head down so that I was looking straight into his eyes. They say you can see the soul through the eyes. All I can tell you is that the depth and complexity that I witnessed when I looked into his rich auburn eyes was so striking that it shook me from my meditative state, and threatened to propel me further from my new identity, back into a previous and more fearful incarnation of
myself. I banished the thought.
"There is no room here for cowardice," I affirmed to myself.
The bear leaned forward and licked my face. The tongue was dry and rough, and it was obvious that the creature was longing for access to water, and that it was my duty to provide that water for him. I nodded in affirmation, and began to urinate. My body no longer passed waste through my urine, as there were no longer any wastes to process; the resulting stream of water was warm and completely clear, its integrity compromised only by my pheromones. Where the water hit the ground, other waters joined from deep within the soil, rising up to form puddles at first, and then small pools of crystalline water. The bear's eyes changed from intensity, to an expression seeming to resemble longing; it was as though the animal could not believe that such a gift could be offered so freely, and without hesitation.
I had marked him, and provided water at the same time. He was now mine.
In sequence with the magical transformation of the environment, the water from the pools that had sprung out of the ground began to evaporate, causing a thick and cool mist to cover the atmosphere. Opaque water vapor passed between the bear and myself, and though the distance was only a matter of inches, the density of the mist was such that the only form that I was able to identify through the fog was the fluctuating form of a massive creature.
