Ecstasy (Chapter 4)

Ecstasy (Chapter 4)

 

His name was Kheyang, and he dreamt of a time he and his woman were wrapped so tight, fused in every area their bodies made contact.  Her cries, his grunts.  The way their limbs twisted, blending perfectly.  The way his hips reversed then thrust.  The way her pelvis gyrated forward to receive.  They were young and in love.

She whimpered with delight, panted and rocked her head back, digging her nails into his broad shoulders.  Blood mixed with hot salty sweat.  It stung though he hardly noticed.  His tongue lapped at her firm breasts, priming them before his mouth closed around one n****e then the other.

There were times they walked in silence, yet in that quiet space rambled sweet nothings.  Her beauty permeated from within, and to Kheyang nothing but her mattered.  He could not be distracted as he peered deeper into his woman’s soul where he discovered purity.

Their eyes met often, and she proved to see as deep into his being as well.  No one would dare tell Kheyang there was anything as strong as such vulnerability,  as clear as such transparency,  and sincere as their love.  To this being, not even the love of his mother could prepare him for what love really meant.  He believed he had not come close to know love until his woman, only to realize he had not fully loved until he experienced its loss.

Today Kheyang hates, and that has become his sweet nectar. 

        

God questioned: “Why art thou full of wrath and thy countenance fallen?  If thou doest well, shalt thou not be accepted?  And if thou doest not well, sin lieth at the door.”

Cain’s reply: “You would prefer I love one of our own?”

“Shut your mouth.  How dare you spea-“

“Of love, father?”

“There are things you know nothing of that are at play.”

“Then tell me father.  Explain these secret things.  Why hold so much back? Why torment your son?”

“This affair must stop.”

Cain stands defiantly.  “She is my everything.”

“Infatuation,” Domm grunts, turning his back.  “Not love,” he mutters in contemplation.

“I will have her.  Allow her to wear the ropes, our locks, father.”

The God flashed a look of anger.  His lips tightened.  “So be it,” he slowly stepped away.  “But it is not love,” he suspires.

“It is love and more, father.  It is ecstasy.”

Disappearing between green shrubbery and trees, God whispered to himself.  “No, my son.  It is your weakness for this human.  You have much to learn.”