by Ric Dawson
Seyu
Orange flames jerked to the beat of skin drums. The low, urgent rhythm pounded the astral-ether with sensual desire. Base. Pure. Seyu weaved through the flames, stopping to caress each one. Tortured faces writhed in the fire twixt lust and release. Forever. So delicious.
Something itched at her mind like a mosquito bite, an irritant. The taste reminded her of the psi-child who got away. She flushed in anger. No one got away. Ever.
Her thoughts manifested in the astral amid the swirling chaos of endless bodies wrapped in throes of sexual desire. Countless urges fed her, and she bathed in their exquisite embrace. She focused her thought construct, shifted to the source of the itch and hovered in a cold, shadowed room illuminated by four columns of blinking lights. On the floor, the source of the impulse. A woman’s body lay before her, frozen in sub-zero temperature. Her clothes were spotted with crystalline blood. Seyu could see the healed tissues of the spiritless body.
The psi-child’s thought tendrils caressed the still form in ribbons of lilac. Seyu moved her hand through one of the tendrils and tasted desire.
A slow smile spread across Seyu’s sensual mouth. “So easy,” she said and gently stroked the woman’s frozen lips.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ric Dawson is an international physics instructor turned writer. His favorite topics include science fiction blended with the paranormal or Psi Fi, and futuristic novels. He plays banjo, needs more exercise, and delights in opening vistas in readers’ imaginations. He lives with his wife, youngest son, and the cats - all who never complain when he drags them off to another exotic location.
