Dear Reader,
Though this story is published and available, I am more interested in having it read than in making money with it, so I will be uploading it by chapters to this site in the next weeks. Love, Cheleste
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"Are you alright?" he asked me. He looked squarely at my escort, who released my arm, then back at me.
"May I show you out?" he inquired.
I rose from my seat.
"Yes, thank you," I said, looking into his lavender eyes and glimpsing the silhouette of wings which angled above his shoulders and down the length of his arms.
He placed his hand upon the small of my back, and guided me out of the restaurant. Finding a quiet spot next to the building, he took me aside.
"Thank you," I said again.
"Listen," he stopped me short. "The Cosmic Forces feel you need some protection. You have been assigned to a particularly difficult sector, so they have sent me to help.
"I will not often be visible to the masses, as I was just now, but you will always be able to see me. They do not see my wings when I become visible, as they vibrate at a higher frequency than the rest of my body. However, they are available to you should you ever need to fly a predicament."
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So this was my introduction to Darian. He came at an opportune time, and none too soon. We strolled about the botanical gardens during the afternoon, dined elegantly at sunset—he had quite an appetite for an angel—and he flew me home once darkness had fallen.
Unlocking my door, I welcomed him to the warmth of my humble Temple. It was the smallest one I had ever occupied. I missed the spacious open reception lobby, with its gleaming marble walls and multiple hearths; the sun rooms, moon rooms, round altars, fountain pools and gardens of my former abodes.
Here, the cleansing pool was tiny and the waterfall which fed it miniscule, hidden away in a tiny room without even a window to let in the morning breeze as I practiced my daily ablutions. The gardens were reduced to a small patch of green with a few flowering bushes. But it was all I could afford, being the only goddess in residence.
I had made the best of it, as Darian saw when he entered and glanced around at the sumptuous draperies, plush couches, lynx carpets, and gilt furniture which graced the small sanctuary. I sank wearily into one of the couches and closed my eyes. It had been a long, if mostly pleasant, day.
Kneeling on the floor before me, Darian eased my sandals off and caressed my feet, taking each one by turns into his deft, skilled hands. The gossamer webs which were his wings brushed the floor behind him.
Unlike those of his feathered brothers of the air, when not in use his wings fell in graceful folds more like a garment than a structure, for unlike his brothers, there was no skeleton of bone at their core. Such was the transmutation when the frequency had to be lowered. But his remained high.
He kissed my feet then, murmuring, "I would pay you homage, Sacred Lady."
Ahhh. To be acknowledged after so many years of service to the unschooled. It was a cool drink after a long summer's drought.
His gentle fingers moved up my calves, over my knees and thighs, releasing tension and creating another kind of their own—an expectancy, a thirst.
He took my hands then, stroking with infinite patience, eternal serenity, communicating to every cell of my body his willingness to touch as long as they asked, as long as they desired to drink it in.
I could feel the colors of the rainbow coursing out of his fingers and into and around me. I could hear the subtle humming of his aura as it reached out to envelop me with the love I had been administering day in and day out to others.
His hands moved up my arms, pausing where there was any energy blockage, moving along once it was flowing again. I began to feel the tides of energy moving through my body as I had not felt them since I had visited the Purple Delta of Venus, before coming to this planet.
How utterly freeing and refreshing they were! They stimulated all my power and pleasure points, before Darian had even moved to touch them.
He then moved to the inner sanctuary, warming it with the heat now emanating from his palms. Rubbing in circular movements, clockwise and counter-clockwise, he awakened the sentries of the triangular power source. Joining their conduits, a line was activated, sending the life force surging in an unbroken current.
Then he placed his hands upon my sides, and the current flowed out his fingertips in five directions on either side, creating a matrix which linked with the triangle.
As he removed his hands to lift my blouse off and unbutton my skirt, I watched with pleasure the prismatic energy cords twist and curve with every movement, creating infinite designs like a turning kaleidoscope. Corresponding sensations moved within my body, linked to the glittering patterns of light.
He began to suck on the light patterns, bringing them into his mouth from my naked skin, and I saw them traveling through his body, following the course of the blood through his veins.
He stood up to remove his clothing and to present his monument of honor to me. It was dazzling with the golden glow, emanating heat and light as he kneeled again, bringing it to the Hallway of Power, Enlightenment and Life.
He entered the Holy of Holies then, shouting praises, singing a song to the Creator, the Golden Axiom, the Mother of All, and the Naked Truth.
Forcefully he danced within that Womb of Life, beating the pounding rhythm, making his offering to the All-Consuming Fire which burned in that place red hot, and then exploded into the White Light of Cosmic Oneness.
I shuddered with the force of his gift, overwhelmed with the awesome power of my office, ecstatic with the knowledge of our oneness and the terrible strength of love.
His naked body wrapped around mine, reclining with me on the couch, and his upper wing covered us like stained glass which had melted into soft contours.
My head was spinning with joy, my heart singing at the top of its lungs, and my womb—my womb was laughing hysterically like a happy, crazy lunatic. For an ovum sat perched upon its spongy walls, waiting for the army of spermatozoa to overtake it, waiting to open its door to the chosen one with whom it would join in the next twelve hours.
"You know you will be relieved of all duties for the next thirteen months," Darian said softly. "But this one."
I grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"I'm ready," I said, drunk with pleasure. "Let Motherhood come to me with all its voluptuous abundance!"
I raised my arms up and out to the Universe.
