The Cosmic Lotus

The search

By lunchtime, I had typed every possible keyword into Google that could lead me to my "secret admirer" or any clarification on the Cosmic Lotus. I needed to know the origin of the manuscript's contents. Had my admirer made it up? Was it all just a psychological trick?

But the lingering heat and fullness in my belly seemed to radiate throughout my body, warming my heart with a joy that I can only describe as ... godly. The idea of merely being mind-fucked was something I couldn't accept. I needed to get to the bottom of this mystery.

However, at the time, I was working as an administrative assistant at a financial firm where emails needed answering, and meetings needed scheduling. More than that, I had been aiming for the position of office manager. Perhaps I was wrong to feel so emboldened by the rituals I'd been practicing—their intended purpose was to improve the quality of my life, after all - and I took this to mean a promotion.

The problem was this Cosmic Lotus had started taking over my mind and absorbing all my attention. It was having the opposite effect on my life! The emails went unanswered as I broke my brain trying to find ways to phrase "giant lotus that fucks you in your dreams" in the Google search bar. I was starting to lose hope.

At one point, I sat back in my chair and relaxed into my daydream about the next "astral worship." I gazed down at my feet and imagined black tendrils wrapping around my feet and ankles ...

That could work!

With difficulty, I pulled myself out of the fantasy and searched: "long black tendrils with red flower." I scrolled slowly, expectantly, as if to manifest the result I was looking for. And suddenly, there it was, highlighted in bold in the meta-text under a forum title I can't remember now:

...

long, black tendrils

or tentacles...

...moved like snakes...

..a

red

...

It was a post by a user named "kenandthedoll" who had had his own peculiar experience. However, our stories were wholly different. He briefly relayed his adventures with a woman and her (cuck) husband and ended his post with a description of the familiar tendrils, a glass tank, and a red...

light

?

My heart stopped for a moment while I scanned the post over and over, seeing in the familiar words an even more familiar picture. There was no mention of a dream, however. Since there was no way to contact the poster directly, I left a comment, the only helpful one amid rows of question marks and suggestions that he "lay off the acid."

I left a short description of the handwritten manuscript, the rituals, and the insanely vivid dream. Most importantly, I asked if we could get in touch to "compare notes," so to speak. He wouldn't respond that day, the day after, or the day after that.

I revisited the post on day three of waiting and saw that he had posted it in December of last year. I must have been so overcome with excitement when I first discovered the post that I failed to notice this detail. He'd probably already abandoned the investigation.

Luckily, some reprieve from the crushing disappointment would find me that night in the form of another dream. After the first successful "worshipping" session, there was no way I was going to quit the Lotus Rituals.

The second dream

I couldn't open my eyes. Even as a cool breeze stirred the trees and foliage around me, I could only imagine them swaying under the glow of the stars. Crickets chirped, frogs croaked in the distance, and one lone cicada sang.

I couldn't move either—I was a statue in the midst of brilliant natural beauty, unable to interact with it. So, I listened, and I felt. The touch of cool air confirmed that I was naked again, but the sounds of the night gave no clue as to what would release me from the spell of blind immobility.

I thought I heard footsteps.

No—it was real. I heard them!

Twigs crunched closer and closer. My heart pumped warm blood through my frozen body, causing me to break out in a cold sweat. Uneasy breaths hissed through my nostrils and added to the night cacophony. Any attempt to control or suppress it was in vain. If you've ever had sleep paralysis, you'll know what I'm talking about.

I whimpered, knowing it didn't matter if I made a sound. The one coming toward me had their eyes open, they could see me, and they were coming directly at me. I shivered, though not outwardly. My state of paralysis refused even fear to manifest in the quiver of a finger, leaving all the pent-up anxiety to collect in the pit of my stomach.

The footsteps had come to a standstill next to me. Warm breath blew against my ear.

"Shh, it's alright," whispered a male voice.

If I could, I would have jumped.

Who are you?

I thought, unable to speak.

"Anima," he breathed into my ear, his lips brushing against it.

Animal?

"Sure," he sounded amused, "if that's what you want."

Though I thought the music of the night insects would go on forever, it dampened at that moment, softening gradually at first, then ceased entirely all at once. Dead silence. All I could hear was his breathing next to my ear and the repetition of that word in my head.

Animal.

I sensed his hand being raised to my neck before he touched me there. With the gentlest caress, he swiped my hair back over my shoulder.

"Don't be scared," he whispered, resting his hand on my shoulder blade and stroking with his thumb.

Are you going to hurt me?

"No, I'm here to free you."

I felt a relief wash over me like a spring rain - the first of the season. Still, I couldn't move, I couldn't open my eyes. He pressed his lips firmly against my ear before he spoke again.

"Shh, just relax."

He stuck out his wet tongue and flattened it against my ear, running it up and down a few times before pressing the tip inside. A moan hummed behind my teeth, and my thighs were soaked.

"Were you hoping for the lotus?" he said after pulling back.

I - I was expecting it.

"All in good time."

He positioned himself behind me, trailed his fingers along my shoulders, and ran his knuckles gently down my back. The hair on my neck stood up.

He would keep this up for what felt like forever; circling me and caressing every inch that wasn't my breasts, ass, or pussy. I moaned as loudly as I could with my mouth shut and begged him in thought to touch me in those places. He ignored my pleas, merely chuckling at them.

Having been frozen in place with my arms to my sides and my legs straight, I had accepted that this would be my state until the dream ended. The next thing I knew, he took my hand and lifted it above my head, turning the fingers downward so they pointed at my head. Thinking I'd been released from the spell, I tried to move my other arm but couldn't. Only he could change my position.

Shit.

He snickered softly and raised the other arm in the same way. I could hear him stepping back some paces.

"My own ballerina. Want to spin?"

My head was spinning already. He came forward, lowered to his knees, and picked up my foot to place the sole against my other knee. This position left me open with my pussy lips parted - wet, cold, and exposed.

"You're already spinning, aren't you?"

"Hmm" was the only sound I could make.

He didn't touch me for a minute and eventually only brushed the back of his fingers up the line of my tummy, up in between my breasts and neck, coming to a stop under my jaw. He parted my lips with his thumbs and then drew my jaw downward so that my mouth was agape. I was forced open further as he shoved his index finger and thumb inside to grab hold of my tongue and pull it out.

He left me with my tongue sticking out, drying in the breeze while saliva collected in the corners of my mouth. He took my arms back down and interlaced my fingers behind my back. His palms found my hips and rested there while he gently gripped my tongue between his teeth. He pulled it out as far as it could go, only stopping when I squealed.

I heard him wet his tongue against his palette. He wrapped his wet lips around my tongue and sucked it into his own mouth, where it was warm and moist. He sucked and licked my tongue as one would French kiss a statue. It only made me lubricate more and ache for this action on my clit.

Fuck me!

I thought.

"All in good time," he said again, "we sow the seed before we get to reap."

He thumbed my tongue down so it folded over my bottom lip, where it stayed.

Oh god! I'll do anything. Just fuck me!

He stroked the sides of my breasts and cupped them, avoiding the nipples.

"Anything?"

He suddenly pinched my nipples and rubbed them hard. The moan that escaped my open mouth went echoing through the forest.

He slipped one nipple into his mouth, where it throbbed stiff and rigid against the softness of his tongue. My formless cries were my only means of expression, and I let the pleased moans escape unguarded from here on out. He sucked on the other nipple and slid his hands down to cup my ass, squeezing it hard while he sucked hard.

I was still on one leg with my pussy spread open. As if the thought manifested as an appeal, he released my ass and nipple and kneeled in front of me. He placed my leg in its original position and squeezed my thighs tightly together before worming his tongue in between my pussy lips like it was burrowing a new home.

"Ah ... aah!" kept escaping me.

He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue repeatedly until I felt the familiar pull of convulsion in my muscles. I wondered what an orgasm would feel like in this state, unable to move or convalesce.

"Ah!" - I was nearly there.

So close. So-

He stopped.

I voiced against the sheer torment as best I could, knowing it wouldn't change anything. He stood up and waited for me to calm down, teasing me here and wetting my tongue with his own. Then, he changed my pose again. This time, I would end up in a wide-legged stance with my knees bent and pushed back as far as possible. Wide open.

He continued playing with my tongue in his mouth, distracting me long enough to let my guard down. Suddenly, two of his fingers were inside my pussy. He formed a hook with his fingers and pressed them vigorously into my G-spot, again and again, while the cries of ecstasy got caught in his mouth. He pressed my tongue down again and got on his knees.

Please, let me cum this time!

"Come on, babe," he said, "We both know you can take it," and spat into his hand.

I felt him rub the spit on my asshole and swirl around it with his finger. The anticipation played in my heart like a drum before he abruptly shoved his finger inside.

"Aah!" was what I said, but "

fuck, yes, oh my god, yesss!

" was what I thought.

He heard me and repeated the action, spitting in his hand and shoving two inside this time. He tickled me in both holes, three in the front, and pulled my pussy lips apart with his free thumb and pinky. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked it securely in where his tongue would have sole access. I moaned, gratified, sure that this time he would let me cum. I was getting close again.

Deep, serious notes were coming out of me now, straight from the diaphragm. My clit pulsed in his mouth as he kept sucking, releasing, and flicking his tongue from side to side.

Oh god, it's finally happening! I'm gonna squirt!... Yes! Yes! Ye-

He stopped right on time.

Motherfu-!

He laughed.

Before I knew it, I was on my knees, sitting on my heels. He bent over and kissed me deeply, making sure to moisten every corner of my mouth before leaving it wide open. He got up and simply stood in front of me. I knew his dick was inches from my face. I wanted all of him down my throat, just like the lotus last time. My insides were still quivering with the imprisoned energy of my orgasm. If I could make him cum, I could at least enjoy his release vicariously.

I felt him position his feet on either side of my thighs. When he rubbed the tip of his dick on my tongue, I started salivating. He pulled away.

"That's it," he said softly, "feel how hard it is."

He cupped my face with both hands and brushed his stiff cock on the outside of my cheek. He then brought the head to rest on my tongue and slowly moved it back and forth, inching deeper into my mouth.

His hands moved to the back of my head before he pushed his entire length inside me.

"Aah, yeah!" His voice was quivering, "that's good!"

He started properly fucking my face. My moans came out in disjointed, monosyllabic chunks.

"That's so good!" his voice stretched thin with desperation, "let's get you ready for me."

The final pose involved my ass in the air and my knees apart, with my arms and upper body stretched out flat on the ground. He'd changed me so quickly that I hardly had time to process it. He pressed his thumbs inside my pussy and stretched me open before shoving his dick inside me.

Oh, God! Thank you!

He fucked me hard - indeed, like an animal. His breathing grew wild, and his moans turned to beastly grunts that vibrated in my ear where he'd pressed his mouth.

Droplets of spit landed on the side of my face, and his hands crept under my breasts to grip and knead them while his hips pumped into me. Seeing as I was a rigid statue, there was no need to hold my hips in place.

Cum inside me, please!

He said nothing and instead let his grunting transform into something truly animalistic, and I expected for a moment that fur would sprout over his entire body. I should have been afraid for my life, but I was beside myself.

He growled, snarled, and thrust. I relished in the sensation of his head and shaft swelling out against my vaginal walls while his balls slammed against my lips. I felt the inner pull of a budding climax again but knew better than to get my hopes up. I emptied my mind and enjoyed the thrusts and his hot breath on my neck.

He huffed and puffed a few more times - I knew he was close - and blew a giant load inside me. The last huff came from deep within like a demonic, guttural roar. The pressure of his spray inside me pushed me over the edge and finally brought me to the climax I'd been thirsting for. My body stayed frozen in place while I did all that I could; sending a drawn-out, desperate scream into the void.

He kept on thrusting, cumming more, filling me to the brim and more, just like the lotus did. My scream only stopped when I ran out of breath. Words cannot describe the ecstasy! I kept cumming for as long as he did, letting out scream after desperate scream until I sounded hoarse and roared alongside him.

Eventually, we both slackened. He exited and lay down to relax beside my unyielding posture. When he finished puffing, I thought of a question that had been nagging at me for a while:

Are you my secret admirer?

He snorted, turned my head towards him, and delivered another deep kiss before pulling away and telling me: "Time to wake up!"

My eyes shot open. I was in the same position in bed - ass sticking in the air and thighs sopping wet. Eventually, I would relax and fall asleep on my tummy, feeling full once again.

Kenandthedoll responds

Later that day, I would find an email letting me know that "kenandthedoll" had responded to my message:

Hi, lilyonthehill,

I was really surprised to get a notification for your message! Your story is very intriguing, and I'm very interested to hear more. Where are you? We could meet up if you'd like.

Of course, I arranged to meet with him. And the story he told me had nothing to do with rituals or dreams. It was his story (and my being fired not long after) that inspired me to start writing. It doesn't end there, as I've reached out to numerous parties provided by Kenneth. My plan is to compile their experiences and publish them as a series of short stories. I'll keep on posting as well.

In closing, I should state that all these events and those that follow are entirely fictional. Please don't attempt to track down or contact any of the characters involved.

Keep an eye out for my next post. Peace!