Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

Damn. Every moment spent with Verrier had her on edge. Despair and desire dancing along her heart strings. And now, as he read her poetry, his body just behind hers, just touching, hands gentle on her hips. His words ghosting over her skin once more disarming her. She needed to focus. Distraction from Verrier, and how he made her feel and how she felt about those feelings and how it all felt as inevitable as death. So she opened the book up again, trying what he had suggested. Let her eyes and mind be fluid and open, to read the words on the page. It took a few moments, moments filled with his breathing and heartbeat, until the words morphed into something she understood. Fingers marched like so many soldiers Into my homeland Assailing and assaulting and attacking My better sense, until my walls were breached Torn down, burnt down and defeated. There was no defense against you. There was nothing left of resistance Or resilience, Or refusal. You took paradise from atop me From within me, your victory Flooded my valley and Claimed my kingdom As yours. She snapped the book closed, feeling hotter now, as if her skin were as red as her blood. It isquite an impressive collection, she decided, having found no diversion in text. She fit the book back on the shelf, somehow and walked the length of the shelves. Looking at the titles, but not registering them. The words flowing like stream in the summer. Passing and ephemeral. It would be harder, this time, to avoid him, to avoid giving in. He had claimed her for his and as much as she resented it, she longed for it. To be his, to be possessed by him and lust and longing and love. To feel connection, real connection. Even if to do so would be to give in. To accept and acknowledge what she was becoming, and what she had lost to become it. You never told me what all thistransformation means. For me. What else comes along with it? Lily nodded along to her brothers suggestion, finding his reasoning sound. Right, so we will talk to Zamira tomorrow, and find out how to go about joining them, and what it all involves. So, I guess we are all heading to bed then? Get some rest, ready to face tomorrow with our wits about us? Anja suggested, settling down on a bed. She and Lily had taken this room, when they split into three pairs to bunk together. No one was really sleepy, not after what they had witnessed, but some privacy did seem like a good idea. Which why Lily was already under the covers as the room emptied out. Eyes closed, she was back at the orgy. Back sandwiched between Zamira and the blond stranger, while the two of them explored her. Her firm breasts and her tight abs and her long legs. Zamira fingers were teasing her slit, letting her wetness drip along the digits, not entering despite her writhing and squirming. The man kissed her, strong hands palming her breasts and toying with the nipples. Holding her in place, to be taunted and driven mad with need. Do you fear losing yourself to euphoria? No. I welcome it. When they taken the rooms this afternoon, it didnt seem strange to Eva that she would bunk with Mykel. But now that they were alone and she began unlacing her armor, back to Mykel, she found herself hesitating. Fixing on a missed loop, rather than disrobing. Why was it weird, now? It was never weird before. Was it because she had watched a bizarre, hot , demonic orgy beside him? Because they had been propositioned, together? The blonde twins were the stuff of erotic fantasies, and Mykel had looked hot between them. What the fuck did that mean? That whole thing was crazy, huh? All those people just going at it, with strangers and even demons, like it didnt even matter. I mean, I know some of Afodisias festivities seem strange to the worshippers of other gods, but even when its between the ordained faitful, mostly everyone knows everyone else. I mena that wasmindless sex. She prattled on, filling the awkwardness with words.