Souls Mate
This tale is different from the kind of stories that I have written till now.
I think couples who have been forced into a long-distance relationship because of the Coronavirus pandemic, desperately yearning for each other's physical closeness may relate to this, though the story is not about the pandemic.
While the story is set in this physical world, the protagonists belong to a supernatural universe, very different from our reality, and are capable of feats that normal human beings are unequipped for.
The entities in this story who engage in consensual sex are well over 18 years of age.
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Day 1
As he sped to his destination, that lay between the thighs of a most beautiful soul called Mina, the soul of Malay smiled.
He loved the name 'Mina,' it reminded him of the protagonist of Bram Stoker's 'Dracula.' Like her, his 'Mina,' a shortened form for 'Wilhelmina,' was a name that meant a 'determined protector.' Mina was just that, she looked so delicate and fragile but she was an extremely brave and strong soul.
In his country, 'Mina' took on different meanings. It referred to fish, or rather the constellation of Pisces and his Mina was born under this sign. It also referred to a goddess, a blue precious stone and to heaven. The first letter of both their names was an 'M,' and if you considered her full name which had the first letter 'W,' that too was an inverted 'M.' All these, he considered propitious to their love.
His she-soul Mina had tempted and tantalised him, as she wove a silken web of tenderness around him, she made him hard and horny, yet filled him with her deepest love.
Souls do not have bodies or form but when passion and love begin to drive them, as is written in the Great Book of Souls, they can detach from the physical body they temporarily reside in and can virtually assume any physical form while still being a soul. In effect they are shape-shifters, but they can do this outside their resident body only in the dark hours of the night or during a total solar eclipse. However, they must return to the bodies they inhabit before daybreak or before the totality of the eclipse comes to an end.
The soul of Malay had no time to dwell on the exotic scenery below as he flew to where his cock will reside for a few erotic and exotic hours. She preferred to call it by the Hindi word 'Lund' and today to please her he will use that same word again and again.
As he reached her place, he paused to perceive his surroundings. Mina's soul, he sensed was asleep. When two souls meet to mate, as is written in the Great Book of Souls, at the moment of meeting, they must both not be awake, for then they will never meet again.
The soul of Mina knew this and had prepared herself well. Lying beside the gently breathing but lost to the world physical body of Mina, she had dreamt and fantasised about her Malay so intensely that her vagina was soaking wet. The clitoris was peeking through the hood, her breasts stood out and her nipples were hard and stiff. Her blonde hair spread gently over her pillow and a few strands covered the left side of her face. Her right cheek was on her pillow, her right hand bent at her elbow, holding the corner of the pillow near her cheek.
The soul of Malay sought the place that he desired most. Her right leg was bent like one of the arms of a swastika, not the hated Nazi symbol but the auspicious symbol of the Hindus. Her left leg was resting on her right ankle as if she would just have to lift them from her knee and place them on her soul-husband Malay's right shoulder as he came near.
The soul of Malay had told the soul of Mina that he was impatient, that there would be no foreplay, only interplay and after-play, that is, he will immediately commence lovemaking as he entered and then after the rains have fallen, they will cuddle and kiss and caress in the aftermath of their coming.
But something was distracting the soul of Malay. Her lips were open, a small 'O' that was either inviting a kiss, or his cock. Something had to enter both her vertical and horizontal lips immediately, that truth could not be denied.
Sticking to his original plan, in one smooth movement he entered her, simultaneously turning her face towards him with his left hand, he brought down his lips on hers.
She woke with a start and began to utter the words she had practised for long, only to be met by his tongue. A gurgle escaped her lips, his face was so close that she couldn't focus on him.
Two minutes into the kiss, just as she was starting to taste the flavour of his tongue, the taste of sweet ripe mango, a breed from India rarely found in her country, he broke away.
"Malay, my soul-husband," she cried as her arms wrapped themselves tightly around him, "Am I as you want me? Do I meet your expectations?"
He grinned as he reached for the handheld mirror near her pillow. Twisting both their soul bodies a bit while still holding her with his left arm, he placed the mirror exactly where they could both see where they were joined together.
"Lund", he said, "just as you want it, inside your beautiful 'chooth,' custom-built for me, Mina my love, tell me please, is this not what you want?"
"I see just an inch or two but I feel this mile-long snake inside me. Malay, we are so beautiful together, a contrast of shades, a yin and a yang, a probe and a drogue, your dark lund in my pink cunt."
"The word is 'chooth', my love, Lund goes with chooth, Lingam goes with yoni, cock goes with cunt."
"But I thought they don't go, they come with each other," she said, her bright blue eyes making merry mischief.
The only way to answer that was to silence her up with a kiss.
They went on pumping, gently and with love, as their hands and eyes started to explore. "Hold the mirror," he said and then picked up some of the flowing juices in his fingers. He lightly kissed her lips and then started rubbing his thumb over its outline. Then his index and middle finger entered her mouth. She pulled her tongue inside playfully so that he couldn't touch it. But Malay ignored that path, his fingers lightly went on to touch and tickle the roof of her mouth,
The impact went straight to her chooth. "Uuuuung," she groaned as her chooth convulsed, "how did you do that?"
"I did nothing, it is your love for me that makes everything happen," he said.
She looked down, holding that mirror. "This dark lund is such a turn on. Why do we she-souls want dark ones so much?"
"The default state of the universe is darkness, which is black. Lights and colours happen only near the stars, which are all suns, that are sparsely scattered around. Maybe they seek the default state?"
They were still rocking gently, the passage was getting more slippery. "Lock your legs around my hips, my Mina," he said. She responded instantly and gripped him tightly. They rolled over together. She sat up, the woman on top. And now it was she who controlled their movements.
The soul of Malay caressed her, starting from her head, her cheeks and lips, and as his hands traversed her sharp features, she felt herself melting into him.
