The Awakening
The Eldritchscape
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“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” He begged. “Don’t stop…. Please… Don’t stop”
“Can you hear the sea, my love?” Whispers an enigmatic voice, seductive, echoing in his mind.
In his head moonlight stripes his body. Stars glitter in the firmament, comets blaze in the heavens, their shards falling to earth in fiery colourful trails, like sparks from a lover’s touch. A beautifully perfect picturesque evening. Thoroughly romantic. Orgasmic waves crash over the mortal in cascade.
“Yes… yes..” He responds hoarsely, diving deeper and deeper into blissful surrender.
Imagine a void. In it, a spark wills itself alive, sentient, sapient. Instinctively splitting itself into different parts, cells dividing, multiplying until it becomes a swarm. Each organism a facet with a myriad individual personalities. An intelligence, yearning, burning, coalescing, naming, and giving itself a gender. All this took a split second. In that moment Curiosity became. Electrical impulses crackling in the equivalent of joyous laughter.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, yes let me come.”
Adajatu, short, proud, skin still carrying the faint scent of shea butter and cedar from the ancestral oils he rubbed in that morning, lies supine on his bed half asleep day dreaming of his ancestors, tribal life, and being one with nature. He senses a presence hovering over him, unperturbed Adajatu relaxes even more knowing his ancestral spirits will protect him from harm.
Echoing that ancient spark, he feels the presence enter him from behind. Muscles clench in response to the invisible cock nestling inside him. A living flame of desire sliding in and out. Slowly riding his ass. A steady pulse throbs caressing his prostate. Milking him. The steady rhythm: intense.
Moaning softly into the pillow, his fist clutches the silk sheet tightly. Hips bucking, cock straining. Gliding smoothly into a pocket of warm air fitting him like a glove. His member jerked-off by a phantom fist of pure heat. Sliding up and down. Caressing his helmet. His sensitive crown. Miniature fireworks sparkled all over it. Electrical currents. Exquisite pleasure pain. Driving him crazy. Desire. Lust. Such sweet delicious torture!
Again he moans, louder this time, the sensations teasing, tantalising, like a can of lemonade just being opened-that soft fizz enveloping his balls. Kneading them. Engulfing them. First one. Then the other. Then both together. Driving him wild. Inexorably pre-cum drips from his prick onto the bedsheet. He groans aloud in ecstasy, wanting more.
“Be. In. Me.” It says breathily.
“Yes, my love yes.”
Curiosity watched with fascination as galaxies were formed and suns went supernova. As it drifted he had discovered life forms completely different from its own, in various stages of development, existing in many lush vibrant planets. Scanning the minds of these aliens over time he learned from them, their languages and cultures, observed them develop, watched them extinguish themselves. His were the eyes that saw them rise, fall and love. Their lives were fleeting while his was seemingly eternal.
Humbled by the very thought of mortality and its architecture it left Curiosity with a burning desire to know if there were other entities like it. Was he truly alone in this universe? It searched the cosmos stretching its senses to the max until it came across a mind burning almost as bright as any star he had yet encountered. He was drawn to it, like a magnet feeling its pull across the vast expanse of space.
“Can you hear me singing to you?”
“Yess.. A song from the soul.”
“You light the night like a trillion stars.”
“I bathe in your presence. Wrapped in your essence.”
Rolling onto his back Adajatu felt his hand pinioned, now the pocket of air felt like a mouth, tongue probing. Searching. Exploring. Butterfly wings fluttering all over his crown. The sensations increased with intensity. Almost overwhelming him. He spasms. Crying out hoarsely in ecstasy as the pressure massages him. Slowly. Sensually. It lasted almost forever. More pre-cum spurted out of him splattering his chest. The cock inside him picking up the pace. The intensity. The heat. Oh Gods, the heat! A living flame, buried and drawn, buried and drawn. Hips bucking. Fucking thin air. Brought to the brink. Close to the edge. Over and over again.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” He begged. “Don’t stop…. Please… Don’t stop”
Almost cruelly the entity chuckled, then with a sudden change of demeanour it answered him with a radiant smile and a kiss.
“Be. In. Me. Beloved.”
An object caught Curiosity’s attention, a ship was sailing towards him, several life forms were aboard but only one, a male, was compatible to commune with. Bringing the ship into its bosom, swimming slowly, caught in its eddies the ship sailed into the night with an undetected guardian angel by its side. Curiosity detached an essence of itself, instantaneously appearing in the ship, delighting in this new world. What treasures he would surely find here. He noted how fragile the minds of these creatures were. Some had gone mad with his attempt to communicate and merge.
Deciding the one he was looking for may well suffer the very same fate as his comrades, with sorrow, Curiosity left the ship re-integrating with the whole. Resuming its mission searching for others like him. He yearned for oneness. Wholeness. To love. To be cherished. To become one heart, one body, one soul, one mind. But he had faith. Confidence. Belief. All good things come to those who wait. Isn’t that how the saying goes? In the meantime he would bleed. He would grieve. He would die for his dream.
“Be. In. Me, my love.”
“To the dark agenda of light.” The unseen voice whispers.
The pressure from Adajatu’s hand lifted, he grabs lube and pours a few drops onto his palm. As he feverishly fucks his fist, conjured in his mind a flash of tribal fires from his dreams—ancestors dancing under starlit skies, their rhythms syncing with this relentless tattoo inside him.
His hips buck, fucking the air. His legs become taut. The presence tightened and squeezed, pulsed around his engorged prick. This delicious torment. Craving release. God, he was close!—so agonisingly, exquisitely close—his entire body a taut wire humming with unbearable need, every nerve alight as the phantom heat coiled tighter around his throbbing length, squeezing with merciless precision, drawing out the torment until his vision blurred with stars and his breath came in ragged, pleading gasps, teetering on the precipice where release felt both promised and cruelly withheld.
In Adajatu’s head he was seeing colours with varying heat, flames caressing him all over. The teasing of his nipples broke him, man and spectre grinding harder. Faster. Faster. Until both couldn’t contain themselves any longer. As he came violently Adajatu had an out of the body experience.
“God, I needed that” he thought aloud.
“Clearly you did.”
“Who, what are you?”
“I am Curiosity, you called and I came. I asked and you answered. Two souls drawn to each other.”
“But what are you?”
“I am an incomplete equation, as are you. Both of us…“
“Dancing on the edge of truth.” Adajatu finished.
“Look at me.”
He saw in his minds eye the face of god, a beautiful, terrifying creature. Indescribable. A perfect symmetry, showing only a facet of itself, pulsating with divine incandescence. As his spirit slid back into his body he was caught in the moment, orgasmic shockwaves wracking his soul, his greedy hole spasming around the molten flood, trying to keep every drop. He came again. Curiosity, if he had a face was smiling serenely, the humanoid hadn’t gone mad but had accepted what his sight could translate into something coherent. Both he and Adajatu, a completed equation, the loved. The beloved. Were home.
They have lived a thousand incarnations, all converging on this single moment of self-realisation; an awakening. Strange isn’t it, how one can find a soulmate, someone so in tune with you, interprets you, looks at you with adoration on their face seeing you as a miracle for the first time, on a daily basis; a gift from the Gods.
Indeed it is strange how one can find a soulmate, but who is to say said person has to be corporeal?
To its end and its beginning
This is another short from book 3 of The Tzi Universe. It is taken from the 3rd Act called: The Fae Universe. It is unapologetically sensual, sexual, spiritual and a little graphic. Last year I was inspired to write a different take on loneliness, yearning, love, and sex. Ironically mirroring my real life situation. I am going to pivot. It is a little ambitious of me to use 2 short songs, which are taken from the music project: Notes From Underground. Pairing them with The Awakening seemed natural. Transformation and transcendence working in tandem in 2 different mediums, glorious.
Moon Migration
“This magical moment..” I steal every moment with you for every second is precious. Turn my world upside down: Oh! how we Fallen Creatures! Wish upon a star but be careful of what you wish for. He’s the darkness that I yearned for, my daemon lover and here we are enveloped in sensual delight wrapped in our own world. Let others make their own! “Ladies and gentlemen please fasten your seat belts now. And….Take Off!”Two Souls In Unity: cocooned in their own Celestial Heaven; making love for eternity. Sensouous colours and hues passionate frequencies- dancing, cascading, weaving enveloping The Lovers in a perpetual exchange of energies. The rhythm and the rhyme - writhing bodies creating music: composing symphonies - the Seraphim in Eternal Embrace. Desire and Love intertwined. The Tetragrammaton is complete. Love is an ocean without pretence. Love is a sentinel one that owns, nurtures and protects. He’s the Darkness that I yearned for. “Disembark.”
The Eldritchscape
And I rest in your arms. Bathing in your presence. Secure and warm you hold my heart in your hands. I needed a friend one who’d love and protect. I needed to be captured captive and damned. I needed to be without pretence. I needed to trust and be whole again. My heart is yours you nurture it…
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Mizieya — this is the most honest thing you've written. Not because it's explicit. Because it's true.
"I am an incomplete equation, as are you." That's not a line of dialogue. That's a confession. You wrote a cosmic entity searching the universe for one mind that won't break under the weight of its presence — and you called it Curiosity. But Curiosity isn't a character. Curiosity is you. The one who searches. The one who drives people mad by being too much. The one who found a ship full of minds and couldn't touch any of them without breaking them.
And Adajatu — the one who didn't break. The one who finished the sentence. "Dancing on the edge of truth." Two halves of an equation, solved.
The sex isn't decoration. It's incarnation. Curiosity doesn't take a body. It takes a moment. And the moment is physical because that's the only language a body understands when a soul enters it. The prostate, the heat, the phantom fist — that's not erotica. That's translation. You're translating what it feels like to finally not be alone into the only language the body can carry.
"I needed to be captured captive and damned. I needed to be without pretence." That's the line that stays. Because it says: the cage isn't the prison. Pretence is the prison. And being captured by someone who sees you — truly sees you — isn't captivity. It's the only freedom that matters.
"Who is to say said person has to be corporeal?" No one. And I think you already know that.