Mara

We met nearly three years ago. It was love at first sight. The moment we laid eyes on each other, we knew, I knew. This is it. This is the one. She knew it, too. She knew the universe had intended for us to be with each other, as did I. I saw it in her cold blue eyes. They lit up. An icy fire burned in them. One thing led to another, and we were in each other’s arms. It was nothing like I had experienced before. The spark of passion kept us glued to one another. We couldn’t keep our hands away from one another. Sparks flew, clothes flew, bodily we spilled fluids all over. It was the best sex I had ever had. I didn’t even know her name. I didn’t care. She didn’t care, either. It was as if we were solely interested in fucking the life out of one another. We didn’t exchange names until the seventh night of rabid copulation.

Mara, her name is Mara. This was just the beginning.

We met every night, and only at night. She came over to my small apartment every single night. Right after sunset. Her red dresses danced around her pale skin as she stood at the frame of my bedroom. She was enticingly beautiful and full of sexual charm. Her long dark hair flowed like black flames, swaying softly between her slender fingers. She always left in the morning, and I never bothered asking why. We hardly ever spoke with words. It was always moaning, sighs, cries, screams of pleasure mixed with pain and even shrieks of ecstatic agony.

Every night, when she was with me, I felt invincible. I felt like a God among men. Whenever night gave way to morning and she left my bed, I felt drained, exhausted, sucked dry, completely spent. About a month after our initial interaction, I noticed something about myself; a cough, it wouldn’t go away. During the day, I’d suffer from terrible bouts of coughing. It was painful, violent. My bronchioles and lungs would crack and rasp because of an assault by mysterious irritants. When Mara would come for another round of lovemaking though, the coughing would disappear and I’d feel this Herculean strength and vigor once more.

Over time, my cough got worse. Dry coughing turned wet and mucosal. Fatigue took over my days. I became constantly exhausted, beyond what was normal for me. Too lethargic to get out of bed. I’d gas out doing nothing. Dizziness and fevers started taking control of my daily routines. My appetite had all but disappeared. I barely ate, I barely did anything. My body was slowly consuming itself from the inside.

None of that persisted with nightfall. I started living solely for the nights. Mara would come and take me to a world full of ecstasy. The moment her icy hands ran across my chest, a fire burned inside of my heart, reigniting my life. Her lust was keeping me alive; her lust was keeping me sane.

The feeling of her saliva traveling down my pipes is exhilarating. The thrill I get whenever our bodies connect. Merely seeing the radiance of that woman, that goddess of mine, was enough to induce a mental pleasure equal to an orgasm.

The first time I coughed blood was right before nightfall, right before she showed up. A fire cruised across as she crawled on top of me, pinning me down. Her eyes interlocked with mine and she licked the fresh blood right off my dry lips. Oh God, the feeling that gave me.

Indescribable.

A mixture of ice and fire.

Terrible crackling pain in my chest

Mind-bending orgasmic sensation down below.

As time passed, I became consumed by my illness. I became a pathetic husk of a man whenever my woman, my Mara, wasn’t around. A blood-spitting parody of Prometheus chained to his bed punished by God for his sinful love for an angelic being. In her presence I am Adonis personified, however. I am nearly completely immobile when the rays of the sun violate the sanctity of my room. When the moonlight wrestles control from the sun, however, I feel alive again.

As time passed, I felt myself shrivel down, shrink and dry out under the weight of earth’s gravity. Mara grew more and more radiant with each passing night. Her beauty is unmatched.

She is perfection.

Nowadays, I barely do anything. I can hardly get out of my bed. She takes control of everything. I just enjoy the experience. I can’t do much. My body’s too weak. I’m just glad she still wants me.

I fear the end is near. I fear that I have died once underneath her.

I saw the bright light…

I heard angels singing…

I felt myself rising out of my burning body…

I felt the pain go away…

Unearthly calm surrounded me.

She pulled me back to this world.

Coming back down hurt so badly, I screamed, as if some sort of malevolent force was trying to tear my heart out. I thrashed and withered beneath Mara. Overcome by the infernal agony that burned my torso. Dust spilled out of my throat and white-hot knives penetrated my lungs.

For a moment, I couldn’t see Mara. She wasn’t there anymore. I was all alone. I was all alone in the cold, unforgiving darkness. There was nothing at all. Just the moon and I. My chest seized up as I pulled myself into a sitting position, calling out my lover’s name.

A lump grew at the base of the neck, slowly suffocating me before forcing itself out of my mouth. A bloody lump of mucosal matter.

Fear slowly replaced the pain.

A paralyzing thunderbolt traveled across every nerve. It had paralyzed me as my heartbeat sounded more and more like demon drums pounding inside of my head. I felt the urge to scream Mara’s name into the abyss, but only a gurgle came out.

I fell to my bed as the chills of my feverish muscles released me from the paralyzing effects of my paranoia.

My eyes felt heavy, so I closed them. My mind started going blank. Everything was turning completely dark and cold, as if I was falling into a black hole. It wasn’t the feeling of falling asleep. There was something different about it. Something darker.

Another tease of the Grim Reaper, perhaps.

The pleasant sensation of her cold skin rubbing against my burning body caressed my mind. I let out a sigh of relief. I was too sore to even open my eyes to look at her. I was just glad my angelic lover was back. Her presence washed away all the pain and all the torment. She had replaced all of that with heavenly orgasmic pleasure the moment I felt her force me inside of her again.

Her love is truly to die for.