The thing is, the black sand was already shifting under Basil's feet when the dream cracked that we could not see from a simple sight that we cannot seem to forget in the most fantastic way. I mean, it is not like he has never in this situation. To be honest, this love could not actually be compare with the real thing of what we can do to honor those we love sincerely.
Mamu knelt before him to show up in the most brutal way with that lovely midnight skin glistening, molten-gold hair spilling like liquid sin across her shoulders, breasts heaving with each slow breath, nipples dark and tight as if begging for the next bite to take the power she would need to make everyone bow before her. Her hand wrapped around him to devour him in a loving way, hot, firm, stroking with deliberate slowness while her forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air between them that we cannot forget. That is to say that the enormous eye overhead pulsed once to show up for the need to be loved, pupil dilating like it was feeding on the tension that we cannot seem to forget.
Mamu: Give it to me, logos-child. That is to say that your lust is jagged grief-sharpened, sorrow-fueled. Let me swallow it whole. want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor! But that writing is going to be the way you fuck me. Let me drink the way you fuck to prove you're still breathing when everything else stopped. Open my throat. Fill my cunt. Teach me how to hunger so viciously that Oblivion-Eros—
She never finished.
The sky tore.
Not with lightning. Not with thunder. Not with complications. Not with shame. With a low, feral growl that vibrated through the sand that we cannot tend to see, through his bones, through the dream itself, through what we can have in carnations.
Nine russet tails ripped through the violet bruise of the heavens like claws through silk as if the whole world was on fire. Foxfire hotter, wilder than the cavern's gentle glowspilled down in sheets of blue-white flame that was in the eternal dreams that they were about to have. The black sand hissed and blackened where it touched. Mamu's wings flared in alarm gold edges flickering that we could not question but before she could rise, a single tail lashed out to wake him from his slumber.
Wrapped around Basil's waist.
Yanked him backward.
Hard.
The dream snapped like wet bone.
He landed not on sand, but on silk cushions still warm from earlier that we could actually seem to forget that we do not know how to appreciate in spite of the presences need to be there. The cavern. Yasaka's shrine. Foxfire lanterns flickering low, shadows dancing across obsidian walls.
Yasaka loomed over him.
She was magnificent in her fury golden skin flushed dark at throat and cheeks, bourbon hair wild and tangled, amber eyes blazing slit-pupil yellow like twin suns gone feral that we cannot shape in a simple way. Breasts rose and fell fast to feel full, heavy, nipples peaked so tight they looked painful that we cannot have in a simple way. Maybe, this need for live cannot be done. Thighs straddled his hips thick, powerful, slick heat pressing against his still-hard length through nothing but her own dripping need that we cannot change despite us being. Nine tails arched high behind her russet fur bristling, tips glowing with foxfire embers.
She had torn him out of the dream mid-stroke.
Yasaka: You think you can dream-fuck a goddess of infinite lust while your scent is still soaked into my sheets? That is to say that I felt her the way a normal person could not actually feel the way a lover can do a real man sfelt the way her hunger reached for yours like a thief in the night. I smelled the black sand. Heard her moan your name before she even tasted it. And you… you were going to give it to her like you do not know how much you mean to me. I know you have other women, but for me, you are really special.
Her voice crackedlow, dangerous, threaded with something rawer than anger that could erase reality. I mean, this was a freaking insane trying to be loved in the most fantastic way.
Yasaka: Did you forget? That is to say that you walked out of that school dripping with archangel light and devil curiosity that no one would ever give you the way I do, but you came back here. To me. To this shrine. To these tails that wrapped you while you pounded every ounce of sorrow out of your chest and into my body to make me feel the company of a real lover. I had done everything – everything for that love. I had ripped myself to shreds, I had killed innocents and debased myself, and he had sat beside Amarantha on that throne. And he couldn't do anything, hadn't risked it – hadn't risked being caught until there was only one night left, and all he'd wanted to do wasn't free me, but fuck me. And now you let some dream-whore wrap her lips around what belongs to me?
One tail coiled around his throat not choking. Just holding. Warm fur against skin, tight enough to remind him who marked him first tonight to let him know that she loves him more.
Another tail slid between them tip brushing his super sword of the singularity, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin behind his balls while her own slick folds dragged slow along his length.
Yasaka: Look at me. That is to say that Mamu can have her ancient god. She can swallow pantheons and fuck realities raw. But this this hunger, this broken, grief-soaked lust that makes you fuck like the world owes you every scream it is mine now. Personally, I always compare myself to Galileo because everyone knows he's fantastic, but he has no spoons at all because he's dead. So technically I'm better than Galileo because all I've done is take a shower and already I've accomplished more than him today. If we were having a competition I'd have beaten him in daily accomplishments every damn day of my life. You may even say that you are better than Tesla. You gave it to me when you filled me until the mirror cracked. When my tails milked you dry and you still begged for more. Don't you dare hand it to a dream-slut who doesn't know how deep your sorrow cuts.
She leaned down. Breasts pressed to his chest heavy, hot, nipples dragging across skin like brands to make him feel how serious she was about loving him. Lips hovered over hisclose enough to taste her breath: cedar, musk, and the sharp tang of possessive need that we would not see in a simple game of yanderes.
Yasaka: Say it. That is to say that you belong here. In this cavern. In this cunt. Wrapped in these tails. Tell me you won't give her what's mine. Tell me you'll fuck the lesson into me instead harder, deeper, until I understand exactly how vicious your hunger gets when someone tries to steal it. You're mine, Sunshine. You're never touching another man unless you want him six feet in the ground. So yes, we're fucking exclusive. I am not going to let yi
Her hips rolled once slow, deliberates lick heat sliding along him, coating him in her arousal. Tails tightened around waist, thighs, throat pulling him flush, trapping him in a strong embrace for love.
Yasaka: Or do I need to ride you until you forget her name? Until every thrust reminds you who really takes your sorrow and turns it into screams? That is to say that you have forgotten how much I love.
Basil's hands gripped her hips fingers digging into soft golden flesh. Yin-Yang eyes spun fast now red-blue spirals locked on her blazing amber the way a lover takes his lover for breakfast.
Basil: Hahaha… jealous looks beautiful on you, fox-queen. That is to say that Mamu wanted the shape of my lust. You already have the shape of my everything. It's amazing how people can sound like retards when they're talking to their girlfriend, especially if they really love her a lot. Because when you're just fucking someone you make a point of keeping your cool, but when you're really in love - it can sound pretty repulsive. She can keep her ancient god. I'm keeping the goddess who tears me out of dreams just to remind me where I belong. That is to say that no one could ever dream of holding back this.
He thrust up hard, sudden burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke to make her feel his love.
Yasaka gasped sharp, broken tails spasming, foxfire flaring bright enough to blind.
Yasaka: Then prove it. That is to say that fuck me until the shrine remembers. Until every secret down here knows your name is carved deeper than any dream-whore's claws. Fill me. Mark me. Everyone said that Jiang Qing tried to become a woman empress just like Wu Zetian, and so she created total chaos. That is to say that I want you to make chaos out of me as your lover. Make me scream so loud even Mamu hears it in her black-sand hell and knows she can't have you the way I will.
He flipped her beneath him silk cushions crumpling, tails splaying wide like a russet halo of surrender and claim.
The cavern echoed with the first real scream.
O my sorrow so big it finally found a jealous fox-queen to chain it down.
The dream was over.
The night was just waking up hungry again.
I Mean, it is pretty dark here.