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Sangrelysia
by Vivian Darkbloom
Night Visit
I awoke amid groggy darkness, hearing noises that seemed
continued from the dream from which I emerged, of sailing across
bright turquoise oceans in the brilliance of equatorial sunlight.
The fluttering of the sails, snapping in the brisk ocean breeze
became the tapping of footsteps, or the rapping on a door.
Voices from the secret tunnel.
"Ow!"
"Sorry. It's so dark in here!"
"You could have brought a light."
"Why me? You could have thought of it just as well."
I rolled my eyes and rolled over, seeing Sylvia asleep beside me,
snoring sweetly, mouth open, nose in the air. The warm light came
from under the doorway to the other room, where we had left
Clarissa sitting at the table reading "20,000 Leagues Under the
Sea."
The stone bricks in the wall dematerialized, turning to misty
vapor in order to let the four giggling little girls through.
Four pleasant visages greeted the room, the bright beautiful
faces of Sylvia's girls-in-waiting: dark-skinned Shannon with
long curly hair, and autumn-blonde Meredith, with whom we had
made love that delightful day.
The two smiled at me with knowing fond intensity. "Hey, you're
here!" ejaculated Meredith, followed by each girl repeating more
or less the same phrase, with high-pitched intensity and bravado
which only a cluster of ten-year-old girls could deliver.
The girls all ran over to the edge of the bed, and I was required
to greet each one with a little hug and kiss on the lips:
Meredith, the blonde, Shannon of mysterious darkness, Lindsay, a
petite ivory-brunette, and Stacey, with a huge headful of red
hair.
The wedge of light on the floor opened into a full stream of
brightness as Clarissa came in to see what was going on. The four
stood looking at her, and she at them, all bristling
standoffishly with instinctive territoriality. Sylvia began to
stir and waken.
Opening her eyes, she recognized the grinning faces that
surrounded her. "Oh hey. When did you guys get here?"
"We heard that you were back, and we just hopped in the carriage
and got in just now. Are you OK? Where's the baby dragon?"
"Wow," said Sylvia blinking, "I missed you all so much. It feels
like it's been about a million years since I've seen all of you."
Clarissa snorted. "Mortals!"
The four girls-in-waiting turned. "Are you going to introduce us
to your friend here?" asked Shannon, seductively tossing her
beautiful black curls. "She's kinda cute."
Clarissa's glare burned with insolence.
"Clarissa, meet Shannon," said Sylvia, "And Meredith, Stacey, and
Lindsay."
Shannon sidled over to Clarissa. "Nice girl, Syl. But don't you
think she's a little young? Even for you?"
Clarissa snorted again.
"Aww," said Shannon, whispering in Clarissa's ear, "Is someone
feeling a little crab-cakes today? Maybe we could do something to
chase that old cloudy-day frown away."
Shannon made as if to turn, but instead fell headlong into
Clarissa, forcing the nymph to catch her, and Shannon's thigh
meanwhile deftly nudging exactly the right spot between her
victim's legs.
Clarissa emitted a lustful yelp. The two girls were now wrapped
in each others' arms, willingly or not.
"Sylvia, help!" called out Clarissa, as Shannon left little moist
kisses up and down her cheek, finally kissing her square in the
middle of Clarissa's now helplessly longing lips as the two girls
tumbled down onto the carpet.
"Sorry girlfriend. You're on your own down there."
"Girls," I said, "I know you're anxious to see us, but it's been
a long day, and don't you think we could. . ."
Meredith yanked the covers, flipping them aside off of me, to
reveal the hard-on I was trying to hide, the one that wouldn't go
away. "Hello, Daddy-O!" she said to it.
"Hey!" called Clarissa from the floor. "That's mine!"
"It is?"
"Will be mine!"
"Well seeing as you're kinda busy, I think I might just have to
take care of it this time around."
Stacey and Lindsay, the redhead and small ivory brunette, crowded
closer around Meredith. She began to poke and stroke. "You will
share, won't you?" said Lindsay, reaching out and softly
caressing beneath my balls, sending tingles all up and down my
body.
"We can take turns," said Stacey.
I might have tried to stop them, but I could tell it would have
been useless. You know how ten-year-old girls get when they're
all keyed up.
Soon Meredith had me in her mouth, and Stacey was tracing little
spots up and down the shaft, that sent shivers up and down my
spine.
"Sylvia," I said. "Darling! Vain are my efforts to prevent these
girls from having their way with me. But you know that it's your
lips I want against mine!"
"You're such a romantic," said Sylvia, spreading her legs open to
my face as she squirmed her pelvis towards me. Soon my tongue was
sunk in the spicy precious juices of her delicate flower, as her
girls took turns sweetly torturing my aching throb of desire,
moistening the parched scorching sands of my desert longing
between oases of pert lips and palm fronds of exploring tongues,
bubbling forth like fresh spring water to satiate my thirst for
righteousness, my need to explode forth the gooey white slime
from within me, onto innocent faces and eagerly waiting lips,
mouths patiently gnawing away at my built-up passion with
expectant knowing.
With gleeful deliberation, I watched my dirty secret sensitivity
disappear within their clean mouths, first the raging fiery
redhead, then the earthy autumnal blonde, then the tiny dainty
doll-like brunette. As finger-strokes beneath sent shimmering
ripples across the full infinite length of the spacetime
continuum.
Meanwhile, on the floor, I could glance that Clarissa and Shannon
had formed a classic 69, rolling over and over, taking turns
being on top. And Sylvia, my love, I devoured with the hunger of
a million lifetimes, consuming her fulfillment as she relaxed
into my loving tongue, my finger on the magic wrinkles just
inside her opening.
Her thighs gyrated, pale and flush with heart-pounding rushes of
desire. Throwing her head back, she was soon lost in the
sensation, like a hawk soaring on the wind, she let go and flew
sky high in the heavens of saintly sensuality.
And there we were, safely held in the Kingdom of truth, justice,
and purity of Love, knowing our land had been released from the
harsh grip of hypocritical foolishness and greed, and was once
more the realm of creativity and imagination, abundance and
inspiration, elves and faeries, generosity and magic.
Perhaps most comforting of all was the understanding that our
story might act as an inspiration, a message of hope, solidarity
and encouragement for the lovers of freedom and gaeity
everywhere.
For if our tiny humble kingdom might triumph in casting aside the
dreadful hideous burden of cruel, repressive tyranny, and succeed
the way we had in reestablishing the reign of sensible, wholesome
morality, then the efforts to do the same elsewhere might
likewise gain similar fulfillment.
Open and vulnerable to each other in our sensitivity and longing,
tenderly caressing and loving each other, drawing each other
closer to the rim of perilous delight, cinching the knot tighter
and tighter until the oozing starburst of highest virtue opened
its womb to issue forth the supreme one-light happiness of
imperishable bliss, sharing together with heartfelt reverence our
moment's glimpse at the universal divinity as felt through
shuddering limbs and the shivers of unrepressed release, the
creamy white purity emitted lovingly onto awaiting faces and
tongues, shared by licks and kisses. Sticky dripping from long
red curly locks.
Sweet mucous threads, the beauty of semen on young soft tender
skin. Seminal yolky fluid splayed against the pulsating backdrop
of pale innocence and purity.
And then in the comforting glow of our collective awareness and
communal flirtation with Godly ecstasy, we fell into the warm
butterscotch mellowness of restful sleep.
Gentle breathing filled the room, the peaceful respiration of
pure spirit.
Squares of moonlight began to slowly creep across the carpet,
urged onward by the lunatic dancing of an orange cat.
THE END
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