"Is she not worthy of our praise?" They erupted in wild applause. "You have heard for some time now of this momentus occasion, well friends, let us celebrate. A dawning of a new age where darkness will be pure again. I could break this creature with one gentle pull, but her blood is now my own." He took my arm and swung it down, wrists up, and with his teeth bit a deep gash in the fold of my arm. Blood oozed out- he dripped it into his hand and drank it. I was mortified; in utter shock. I let out a great noise of anguish- that of intense pain and confusion.
He smiled a bloody smile to the crowd. They really lost it then. I crumbled to the floor in pain. He pulled me up by my wound, and compressed it with his giant hands. Within seconds it was astoundingly healed- only the unearthly healing process proved to be more painful than the bite. Searing and stinging sprang fourth. I felt him grow inside the wound. He was fusing to me. I could feel his magic swallowing the wound, then dispelling through my entire body. I almost passed out as my thoughts transfixed on this process. Then it was over, as quickly as light scatters in water. He scooped me up into his arms, touched his bloody lips to my forehead, and carried me away.
I clung to him. I shivered. He whispered in my ear that he knew me. That I was glowing. That he was scared. I was afraid myself. Too afraid to ask why he would say so. I knew my mental agility had increased from my training in the Swamp, but there was no way I would be an actual threat to him. " I know this is going to hurt more than you can imagine, and I don't want you to hate me." His words were so soft. "I've been trained with strength and have been exposed to a good amount of pain." I tried to sound strong. "For that I am truly thankful," he continued, "and though you probably will experience greater pain, this will embed itself within your very soul." "So be it. Thats what I'm here for after all" I stated blatantly.
"Here we are my dear." He laid me down in a warm dark room, lush, soft pillows everywhere. I laid there. He stood at the entrance, just staring at me. His brow was furrowed; lips tight and concerned. I could feel the weight sitting heavy on his shoulders. After minutes he trudged over the the bed, sat down by my side, at the very edge, his back turned from me.
I wanted to help him. I was scared but I felt so much conviction. I truly wanted to aid his cause. He wasn't like the rest, not to me. My heart was throbbing. He turned back and looked at me. I cannot explain all his eyes contained- sorrow, pain, hope, love (possibly)- but in that moment, though I hadn't quite regained my strength, I knew what I had to do.
I began removing the gold shackles from my feet, and my wrists. I slowly took off my cloak, then my chest pieces, and finally my beaded gold veil till I had lost all luminescence, with exception to my copper eyes. I rubbed his back, clung to it, and said "look at me." He turned his head towards me. I grabbed his broad shoulders for stability, and craned my head around his back until my lips were gently brushing the skin of his torso. I took a huge, deep bite out of his chest- right near his collar bone. I left my lips attached, where I sucked out some of his blood. It didn't taste metallic and vile like when I kissed Nina. It was.... pulsing with electricity. It tasted like fire. Before I even comprehended the obscurity of my plan, it began to work.
His eyes locked onto me with fervent intensity. Rage quickly changed their color from green to a thick black. Nostrels flared and muscles tightened. The wound started emitting steam, a ring of fire lit around it and with the healing, he let out a short, angry scream. Suddenly, I heard a violent crack, and enormous wings shot out of his back. He hunched over as the tremendous feathered appendages stretched out. Arched into an erect position, he remembered his form. He Then, picked me up by the neck, choking me, and proceeded to fling me back down on the bed. He pinned my arms down with his, pulling them so far apart I thought they'd detach completely.
He pulled his face down to mine. He was breathing heavily. After staring at me for a while, I stared back, with the sternest face I could muster. He chuckled. "You're quite charming when you act brave... You bit me" he smirked, surprised by my action, but not bothered. He rubbed his chin, musing to himself with total relish. His eyes changed back to green. "So?" I replied. And wiith that he kissed me. The kiss was full and deep. It awakened something inside of me. There was this burden of appetite- one that I hadn't realized- was starving. I voraciously and instinctively followed the tangle and passion of his lips, smearing blood from the bite all over his delicate white mouth.
Sensations began to arrive with each intense second, building on one another. I was surprised when I realized the wild gasping noises were my own. Then I lost total ability to perceive sound. Feeling mounted until I thought something in me was going to explode. I could still smell and taste fire, coating my nostrils, saturating my tongue.
Almost immediately came the pain. I had not recovered from the intensity of his first bite, and lost all breath and stability of thought. It felt as if a knife made out of fire was slicing my insides. My legs ached. Every time I tried to pull back, I realized I couldn't move. The weight of his body was so tremendous I could scarcely breathe. The pain was so acute and severe- my body was totally unprepared. I tried to remain calm, reminding myself this was what I wanted, with the pain only increasing.
"You're doing amazing, just stay with me, well be out of here soon." There wasn't enough breath in me to reply to him. I imagined him inside me, and my insides melting into hot, black, blood. I pictured my legs burnt from fire, skin chewed off. surely my back was breaking. But even still, I held on to him, for he was the only thing separating me from decention into hell.
The pain continued for I don't know how long. The cutting sensation continued, but the internal flames seemed to die down. I opened my eyes, and realized I had tears rolling down my cheeks. He was sweating, his green eyes intently staring at my body. He stroked me , kissed me, only slightly relieving the pain. I kept thinking, if only I was submerged in a pool, I could pull myself out of this misery.
My mind was aching for cooling, viscus water. It wanted to burst fourth with energy into the lucid space. I tried to pull our minds down into the deep for I knew our intertwined realities at this moment would produce a better escape. I wasn't in water but I hoped my mind could summon the strength. Even before I attempted, he stopped me. "You want to take me to your world? Well Uzalla, no training ever prepared you for subduing my mind. And you better hold on, we're not done yet- you're going where I take you." With that he grabbed my petite shoulders with his large hands, and thrust me down with his enormous arms for the second time.
The pressure pushed me down instantly, and thrust us into another reality. The pain was instantly gone. All the flames and cutting left my body. I felt myself inhale for the first time. I felt rebirthed- with total opulate clarity. I was submerged into a realm of cool, fresh life, not anything like the pools .I was so euphoric. Still, it was mercilessly dizzying, descending from one extreme to another. I was floating on a bed of stars. We were past the air and the sky. The senses I experienced were unearthly and incomprehensible. All around us were ribbons of blue, red, purple, yellow…, as well as delicate stones and beams of light. I heard the faintest sound growing louder. First it was a thin, pounding of a drum, then swirling strings, then lofty light voices.
Azul was on fire. I arched my back, inhaled deeply and opened my eyes fully, awakened by his splendor. He was a dazzling white vision of light- the purest my slick skin had ever been exposed to. Suddenly his wings were more attractive as my senses were fully exposed. The strong, powerful structure coupled with soft, elegant feathers drew me in further. I was understanding him. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and dug my hands into his delicious wings. He let out a deep, trembling sigh, and our dance continued. I gave into the strange perfection.
We spun a melodic rhythm in that dreamscape. Swaying with every evoking thrust and pull. Every give and take sent us deeper into the stars, and further into quivering ecstasy. My body was writhing, alive with foreign senses- some with traces of reminiscent pain. When I thought my entire being was about to explode from chaotic pleasure, I heard him whisper "Uzalla, stay with me." I felt us still, ever deeper in each other. Every inch of him was wrapped around me. "I will", I feebly managed to reply, if only in my mind. As I swung in and out of mental clairity, I began to wonder about our state, I didn't know how much more of this surging power and total bliss I could physically handle. I wanted to ask him when it would stop, but I was too overpowered by his body and the drug in mine. I was in total, utter surrender. He anticipated me . "Don't worry dear, I'll put you down soon. We must go gently". However, those words didn't diffuse the ocean of feeling I succumbed to.
I was shaking all over. I was shocked to hear a loud wild scream, which was actually coming from me. I couldn't even see the stars anymore. All I saw was total, consuming, perfect pleasure. Every inch of my mouth tasted it, every caress of skin ached with it, and my mind dived into itself. All I could see, all I was, everything during the present was him, and me. Azul............Azul...................Azul........................ Azul..............................Azul............. Thats all I found myself saying, and that's all I could see.
We were outside realms of time. As I imagined some passed, I found the pleasure escaping my body, being replaced with delicious warmth and soft kisses. He kissed every inch of my tender body with his silky lips. As he stroked my face with his large hands, I smiled and stared at him. "Where are we?" I asked, not fully coherent. "My dear, we are above heaven itself." He repeated for some reason "Just please stay with me here". It took me a while to realize what he meant- after all, I was exhausted. If I were to mentally pull myself away from his cognitive strings, I would be back down to earth. "Of course I replied" With utter happiness and ignorant bliss, I released myself. I let go of his torso, and used it to push myself away from him. Though not as easy to swim, I maneuvered away from him, further into the sky. He just smiled and chuckled to himself, and followed after me. He grabbed me, we both laughed, and stayed for sometime, locked in a perfect embrace, gazes deeper than all explanation.
I woke to find him sleeping by my side. I tried to get up but then I felt the sensation of sharp knives crawling down my legs. The reality of the dream set in. I pulled back the sheets and looked at my body. Closely examining my dark skin revealed red and black bruises running all the way down my legs to my knees. I tried to move them but they were so stiff and sore. The tangible stinging inside my stomach hurt so much that I almost vommited. Confounded by defeat, I laid back down and stared at his sleeping face.
As I laid there, I thought about what we had achieved. In one night I had suffered through strange, horrific pain and ascended into rapturous bliss. I fought through a blurry nightmare of blood and voracious lust and escaped to a symphony of pleasure and light. What was it that I missed? Somehow, the rememberance of the strange pain and wild submission were met with curious delight. It was then that I realized how much I loved the bruises. They were my trophies- voicing successful endurance. I had accomplished what I was chosen to do. Somehow in my broken state I felt stronger, knowing our bond was so intimate, no souls could break us apart. In that union, I understood my Azul. I was his, and he was a creature blessed by a paradoxical life of the torments of hell and the delights of heaven. He, to me, was the best of all realms. I would gladly sacrifice my body again to achieve such union and understanding with him. Though he may have despairaged my body, he gifted it with new life. I would heal. After all, he did not kill me.
He slept for a full day. I had no clues from outside light as to the passage of time, I just knew. He was so peaceful as he slept- I knew he had not slept that sound in a long time. The inner struggles he had been facing were put to rest with his sleeping eyes. I was able to help him expel that toxic energy. I was able, with some difficulty, to prop myself slightly upright. I stroked my fingers through his thick, black hair. I kissed his forehead. He let out a deep sigh. I kissed his mouth, then his graceful chest. I couldn't stop kissing him. When my lips were content, I whispered "I am yours". Perhaps he heard me in his unconscious mind. I paid no further attention, and fell back asleep on his perfect chest.
My legs grew stiffer with the swelling. The aches merged together to form one, deep pain. Through the grimacing I saw Azul trying to wake me up. "Make it stop" I pleaded. "Everything in me wishes I could. But, as you recall, healing is far more painful than I could dream of you bearing. I will do my best to make you more comfortable."
I woke to find him sleeping by my side. I tried to get up but then I felt the sensation of sharp knives crawling down my legs. The reality of the dream set in. I pulled back the sheets and looked at my body. Closely examining my dark skin revealed red and black bruises running all the way down my legs to my knees. I tried to move them but they were so stiff and sore. The tangible stinging inside my stomach hurt so much that I almost vommited. Confounded by defeat, I laid back down and stared at his sleeping face.
As I laid there, I thought about what we had achieved. In one night I had suffered through strange, horrific pain and ascended into rapturous bliss. I fought through a blurry nightmare of blood and voracious lust and escaped to a symphony of pleasure and light. What was it that I missed? Somehow, the rememberance of the strange pain and wild submission were met with curious delight. It was then that I realized how much I loved the bruises. They were my trophies- voicing successful endurance. I had accomplished what I was chosen to do. Somehow in my broken state I felt stronger, knowing our bond was so intimate, no souls could break us apart. In that union, I understood my Azul. I was his, and he was a creature blessed by a paradoxical life of the torments of hell and the delights of heaven. He, to me, was the best of all realms. I would gladly sacrifice my body again to achieve such union and understanding with him. Though he may have despairaged my body, he gifted it with new life. I would heal. After all, he did not kill me.
He slept for a full day. I had no clues from outside light as to the passage of time, I just knew. He was so peaceful as he slept- I knew he had not slept that sound in a long time. The inner struggles he had been facing were put to rest with his sleeping eyes. I was able to help him expel that toxic energy. I was able, with some difficulty, to prop myself slightly upright. I stroked my fingers through his thick, black hair. I kissed his forehead. He let out a deep sigh. I kissed his mouth, then his graceful chest. I couldn't stop kissing him. When my lips were content, I whispered "I am yours". Perhaps he heard me in his unconscious mind. I paid no further attention, and fell back asleep on his perfect chest.
My legs grew stiffer with the swelling. The aches merged together to form one, deep pain. Through the grimacing I saw Azul trying to wake me up. "Make it stop" I pleaded. "Everything in me wishes I could. But, as you recall, healing is far more painful than I could dream of you bearing. I will do my best to make you more comfortable."
