Angel of Death

They were naked in a white room.

She held his erection and rubbed the tip in the moisture seeping from her, then paused and savoured the moment. She heard him groan in anticipation but held him firmly at her opening for a delicious moment longer.

Then, summoning all her strength, she took him into her.

First the velvet soft tip of his cockhead slipped past her swollen labia; then the fat rigidity of the shaft. He gasped.

Then, with a grunt, she opened her sex and sucked with her womb. He collapsed as she welled around him. First his erection, then the rest of his body shrank and disappeared with small slurping sounds, into her loins.

She whimpered softly at the exertion and the pain as she stretched around him. Beads of sweat formed a line along her brow. Panting for a moment, she allowed herself the pleasure of listening to his thoughts. She smiled as his surprise and then fear threatened to overcome his lust. Another squeeze with the muscles of her vagina forced the remaining protoplasm from his shrunken frame into his penis, now red and shapeless within her. The fears subsided as he transmuted into a state of primal flesh and lust.

Her breathing returned to normal and she stood up. She felt swollen and heavy, but she loved this moment. Her head reeled as he pulsed within her guts. His lust made her dizzy. For a moment, she thought she might fall.

An orgasm rippled up and down her vagina before spilling outward and engulfing first her spine and then her soul. She felt his orgasm building but he had ceased to have any functional organs, so his ejaculation, when it came was reduced to a violent pulsation of the meat imprisoned within her sex. Unable to obtain release, he settled into that blissful state that the tantric sages strive a lifetime to achieve. He throbbed slowly, gently, in the warm sea that was her womb.

She found herself standing, naked in the white room.

She was exhausted but the painful feelings of emptiness and hunger were gone. In the mirror, her reflection glowed, her skin tight and creamy pink. He was still large enough within her to cause a swelling of her lower abdomen above her pubic mound that marred the otherwise flat curve of her belly, but that would pass over the next few hours.

The room reeked of her; a pungent mixture of lust and sweat. She opened the blinds and looked out over the city. The rain had stopped and the streets below her pulsed, clean and wet, as if in rhythm with the shrinking flesh within her.

She turned back into the room. Her clothes lay as they had fallen by the side of the bed. She reached down and picked up her panties. She slipped them on and adjusted the elastic at the waist over the bulge in her abdomen. She pushed on him to straighten the line and he responded with a little throb of pleasure.

Then, she pulled on the rest of her clothing and fluffed her hair in the mirror before leaving his apartment.

She walked the block to the subway and returned to the office. Sophie passed her in the hall and remarked cheerfully that she was getting her old colour back. She idly wondered if Sophie could smell the musky "perfume" of the white room.

By quitting time, he had shrunk to the point that his gentle pulsation in her loins had been replaced by a warm glow that was all that remained of his burning lust.

She returned home, showered and dressed for dinner. She chose an expensive restaurant and ate by herself. Half way through the last glass of her wine, the transformation was complete. His flesh had been compressed and condensed into a mere point of light. It burned in her belly. The satiated lethargy that had overtaken her since leaving the white room was replaced by a nervous sense of anticipation. She became light headed and realized she was wasting time.

She paid the bill and staggered from the restaurant. The waiter smiled, thinking her drunk and followed the swaying of her hips with his eyes. He fantasized imbedding himself to the bone between those thighs.

She returned to the white room and undressed again.

The speck of light that was all that remained of him glowed within her. She turned out the lights and it cast a pulsating pink hue onto the walls around her.

She sat in the middle of the floor with her legs crossed, her back ramrod straight, and her hands palm upwards on her knees. The light condensed into an intense point. It passed through the walls of flesh that imprisoned it, into her spine. Then, gathering momentum, the light shot up her backbone and through the top of her head. She screamed as she was consumed with an ecstacy beyond that of the flesh.

Later in the dark, she sat, all desire satiated with the achievement of returning that speck of light to its ancient home in the pleroma.

Then, she dressed and left the white room for the last time.