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, long and tendrilled, boils over your body and you move
against it, laboring even to breathe now, laboring to continue your
existence as you reach out to me, giving, giving, ecstatic to be drunk
of so deeply.
Starlike and stung, your eyes close. Your mouth shapes words you
cannot speak. You are ecstatically lost, left to wander elsewhere,
inwards, somewhere east of Eden. The darkness submerges you, in
clouds and roils of carnal longing you writhe gently, working to stay
and leave simultaneously. I have taken you neither by reason nor by
force. I have taken you by the powers that live in me, and will rise
in you. I have given you the phoenix-flower of my love, and you will
rise from the ashes to bestow this two-edged giftling sword on others.
I cradle you in my arms, after, sliding my hands over your cool body.
I pull the blanket up, stroking you, murmuring gentle words of
reassurance as your eyes swim back to the darkness you will grow to
love even as I do. The candle flickers on the windowsill as the wind
gently nurses its flame. As I will nurse yours. The hot, liquid,
crimson wax slips slowly down the taper, and I lick my lips.
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Warning: This is not your average sex story...it is a work of erotic horror,
and should be avoided by
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