"Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal" Arthur Schopenhauer
I had had an epiphany. She was not so young as I thought.
This fey-woman was like no one who I had ever known. She was clever and witty and wise far beyond her years. Her beauty surpassed not only my experience, but also my wildness imaginings. Transparent alabaster skin so soft to the touch she was more a work of art than a living being. The very air around her shimmered with the heady mix of fragrances that I had formerly associated with the nubile budding of youth; sweat, yes, but also a hint of underlying sexual buds about to blossom forth into the ripe fullness of womanhood. She was not the babe that she seemed.
She refused to divulge her age, either by ignoring my question or returning every query with another, all based on how useless such information was to what ever it was we felt, one about the other. I had first assumed that she was emerging from her very early teens, perhaps fifteen, but a very precocious young lady of good breeding. Although she had done nothing directly to dispel such a premise, I gradually realized that her depth and breadth of knowledge and experience far exceeded that of any youngster of that age. In fact, I had begun to think of her more as one of twice that age. Of course, even at that age, I felt that the difference in years between us was of such that I was at an advantage.
Her humor displayed itself as an infectious giggle or a lift of an eyebrow that brought to my mind how old and jaded I had become, but also reminded me that my life need not be lived like a gambler's, emotions held in close and tight, away from light, hidden, protected, and shielded lest some long ago vanquished enemy discover a weakness to exploit, an advantage to pursue at my expense or demise. My defenses evaporated soon after she made my acquaintance and we had had dinner together. I found myself inviting her to visit with me in my private compartment. That led to her playing coy and to my nearly savaging her. I was horrified at my behavior at first, but she soon put me at ease.
We both had fallen asleep after lovemaking, but she awakened before me and had bathed. Her administering a sponge bath to me with lilac scented water and an astringent, which left me feeling very mellow, awakened me. I only wished to hold her and be held in her arms. I longed to have her sweet breath on my cheek and to lavish kisses over her face and neck. She had seemed impatient (after what seemed to have been a short time with her mouth sliding over up down and around my rapidly rising maleness) to straddle my face with her knees, placing her sweet lovely, succulent femininity directly over my face. I felt compelled to oblige her unspoken request and I returned her favor with ministrations to her sex.
After we had finished that session, I was nearly comatose, but I felt more confidant, alive, and creative than if there had been a blazing fire, a miniature sun as it were, blazing within my chest. I had power that I had never dreamed possible and I knew at that point that none of this was due to me directly.
"What can I call you?" I asked her as again I remembered that her only reference to her name was "Slayer" as her last name.
"Oh you poor thing," she smiled. "Whatever you wish, of course." And she gave out with the tinkling giggle that I had come to love.
"No, no, I mean it. What may I call you, really?"
"Ah, ever the realist, the scientist with your need to catalogue, categorize, label, and fix in a display case with a mounting pin through the thorax. OK, my love, but do try not to make too much of just a name?"
"Of course not!" I stammered confused by the sadness that had creeped into her voice.
"Mel. It is a shortened version of Melpomene."
I tried to recall where I had heard the name.
"Greek, yes? From the creation myths is it not?"
She pretended a slight pout and wrinkled her nose. "Oh my darling, I should have known that you would have known! Now can we be done with this silly game of guessing and have you rest so that you will have the energy that you may need to finish what lies ahead?"
I understood her to mean that she wanted more sex.
"Well I wouldn't want to disappoint you for anything, but what have you in mind? I assume that since the only place between the two of us that we have not been is your anus...?"
"Ooh! No, that was most definitely not what I had in mind, but now that you have brought the subject up for, ah, consideration it is certainly worth the thought! Is that something that you would want to do with me? You might be surprised that in all my experiences, that has not been one in which I have indulged. I guess we could say that I am an anal virgin." And she laughed before she kissed me passionately on the lips.
"Isn't that information funny, coming from a Greek? Before we go farther on this journey of exploration, I must be sure that you will be with me throughout. No second thoughts later. If you want to separate and each go our own ways, now is the time."
I assured her that I was in for a dime, in for dollar come what may. She smiled a sad little smile and hugged me. I felt a tear on my cheek. I tried to see her eyes, but she had already turned away from me. When she turned back, she handed me a glass of wine and instructed me to drink.
As I finished the wine, she explained that she had drugged it. I would sleep for a few hours and then awaken, fully recovered. Perhaps even I would be enhanced. She then took me into her arms and sang a lovely song, none of which can I recall now. I do remember having several dreams; I don't think any had anything to do with sex.
Then I awoke.
We were already engaged in the act.
