Dating : One Night Together

Closer than never, she put her mouth in my neck, and I held, sweating, tight into the feathers. She was grieving, she was licking, she was letting herself go into me and scratching every inch of blood she could scrape. I did not want her to stop, even as my eyes fluttered and my breathing erred. There was a pain through my veins that was so strange, but so interesting to feel.

“Is it okay?” she asked, whispering into my chin. I nodded.

I felt her serpent tail moving through the bed and stinging my smooth, darkened legs. I could feel the bones crackling and my feet numb by a delightful pinging, a drapery of ecstasy. The shadows in her eyes and fingers covered my breasts and my arms, and I became immobilized. Both of our hairs were a mess, covering most of our entire bodies by which the process took place. I was a doll of fur, she was a beast, enveloped in an aura. Her arrow tongue would not stop pinching my neck and her claws dug deep into my back until they found it, the crypt where my heart resided, where it beat itself into existing.

“It hurts.”

“Of course…,” she said and I could feel my chest and stomach slowly burning, fading, disappearing. “You are so beautiful… don’t let ever let anyone tell you any different.”

“It is… what is?”

“What?” she said as her shadows bit every piece of my body that they had covered. I wanted to know more but also I needed it to continue. Was I weak and fragile? Or was I being resourceful in an underhanded way I couldn’t quite grasp? “You cannot regret it now. I’ve always loved you and I know you feel the same…”

“I… I… why… I…”

“Because… because I know you will go and I will have… whatever I have to do… I will have something to remember you… my beautiful…”

Her eyes pierced mine, the black blood with my red. She screamed, and her screams were horrifying and devastating but only when I had enough space and time to breathe, did I realize I was only hearing them in my head. I only made my lips tremble with that mindful stunt. My body, I felt it getting larger, growing smaller, moving my conscience from piece to piece, as if trying to find refuge from a disease. But the pleasure was unfathomably desperate and deeply personal, a malicious, corrosive shake, so beautiful, that I knew it was over. I would die before living knowing about such pleasures.

“Say it. Say you love me.”

“I do. I do.”

“You would have left me… wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, with my last breath, as tears left my eyes. “I’m sorry…”

And with that, she stood up and covered her own scarred face with her hands so I couldn’t see her crying. I felt myself growing smaller, dumber, happier, stranger, with tiny arms, and tiny legs, and tiny hearts, and I was nothing, and I was born once again.