An extraterrestrial reproductive cycle
By: Date: 2023.01.06. Categories: Sex Stories Tags: , , ,

He lived where few dared tread, nursing a meager pension
that barely paid for his daily needs. Life was hard here
on the desert, where the preservation of water was almost
as sacred as life itself.

Yet the solitary life held its private rewards with an
iron grip, protecting its own from the ravages of
pressure and identity with the serenity of its auburn
skies. His nights were filled with the deserts song and
the dreams of eternity, and he hungered for little,
knowing that possession feeds upon itself.

It was during a cold and starry night that she came to
him on her ship of a thousand winds. Unlike any he had
known she appeared as a vision and spoke through his
mind’s eye of ages past and futures lost. Her plight was
as timeless as her flowing lines, merging on themselves
in a delicately haunting tune of grace and nurturance.

She had searched the seas of stars for one who’s seed
might offer the tranquility her offspring would require
in an expanding universe of technocracy and apathy. She
chose him for his unevasive wisdom, and gentle acceptance
of all things under the sun.

They would spend a night of passion in the sand,
unfolding their secrets and caressing their cares. Few
would achieve the flight of ecstasy they shared that
gentle night, and fewer still would allow the glorious
creature to escape with nary a whimper as he. With their
song still echoing its ecstasies in his being, she
disappeared into the starry sea without promises while
nurturing his last best hopes for humanity.

He would perish alone yet fulfilled.

She arrived on a beam of light in the midst of a dark
night to and enslaved world of greed and poverty. Her
heart cried out at the lonely desperation that flooded
her senses and she fled into the desert wilderness of her
forefather only to find his remains blowing through time.

Sleep would flee her this night as she struggled to
understand this world of plenty where most was given to
an elect few. Her tears would flow as petals from a dying
rose and she would come to know of the evil that men do
is as universal a characteristic as the love they hunger
for. Her departure would go unnoticed by all save a
nameless vagrant that was awakened from his drunken
dreams by a brilliant beam of life. He remains sober to
this day.

Several cycles would pass before she had attained the
wisdom to understand this world and return to its
madness. Arriving in a remote community by the sea on a
particularly cool and humid night, she strolled through
the sand towards the timeworn vessel of a man lost in his
loneliness. Her hands soothed his hardened heart as she
guided him from the pounding surf up into the trees that
surrounded the rocky shoreline.

He smiled up at her with a toothy grin, surrendering
himself completely to the soft touch of his angel. She
felt the love he had imprisoned for decades began to flow
from within, and she caressed his tired, weatherworn
lines with timeless gentleness, caressing his fears from
their bastions into the open sea air.

Despite the chill from the northerly autumn winds, he was
warmed by her embrace and found himself caressing her
flawless beauty with the childlike curiosity that only
virginity can embrace. She responded with grace and
empathy, awakening senses that long ago retired in
futility. Their caresses became more bold and assuming,
until they were totally disrobed and starving for one

Impassioned, they rolled through the sand, locked in a
lover’s embrace that enjoined not only their longing
spirits, but the universality of timeless love itself. In
and unending symphony of unselfish beauty they brought
each other to the brink of passionate ecstasy, only to
withdraw much as the sea from its earthy host.

The cycle of ecstasy continued until, in one blinding
moment, the became enjoined ultimately, and with the rush
of the winds, their passions exploded across the seas of
time in the harmony of the heavens.

Then, just as her Mother had conceived in ages past, so
too did she, feeling the warmth of his essence fulfill
the desperate yearnings she had suppressed through the
ages. As their passions ebbed, she allowed herself the
luxury of his intimate embrace until his spirit
begrudgingly fled. Through the night she held his
lifeless form and sang songs of tomorrow as the peace
within her flowed through time.

The early light of morning would find her a free spirit,
dancing through the stars on her way home. His corpse
would endure the ravishes of the morning tide to
eventually drift out to sea and vanish.

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