Was she still dreaming? was this happening? The scent of their coital union filled her nostrils; musk,ambergris, sweat ; she knew then ,it had to be real.
She began to joyfully, thankfully, kiss his breasts, his dark nipples, neck , mouth... thrusting her tongue down his throat in the old French style. With each riveting volley of his pounding hips... she felt he reached depths hitherto unimagined- ( but it was not enough ). Greater depth was sought... laying her deftly on the habit still lying at their feet in dappled sunlight; he locked her two feet between his powerful hooves... and like the insistant waves beating for eternity against the sandy shore; he assailed her in a timeless cadence...everlasting.
"Oh Lord you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you..." the timeless words of Saint Augustin ran madly through her brain... so fitting , so apropos...
Miraculously, Heloise found their mutual joy increasing as the afternoon wore on- the ecstacy of pagan joy; she repeatedly gained from the fortitude and vitality of his manifest physical divinity...the incarnate force and proof of the living marble of his fascinum, moving majestically within her for the first time in her 55 years of life- had lifted a dark and gloomy veil from her until now, ( narrow and blinkered worldview ).
Time stood still as he rutted; half man , half animal... with that combination of brute savagery and gentleness only such a mutation could afford. Time stretched, arced in a bending parabola reaching ever onwards to a feeling of inmost infinity.
Raising her nates, in a rosy mound of lathered flesh before him- he plowed repeatedly into her tingling and expectant fundament... showing her the way of the stallion, the way of the dog, and the way of the ten thousand rhythms.
The urgency and rapidity of their seismic gyrations; she rising backwards to meet his loving blows, brought them to the brink of a million precipices...and back again. He was nearing the crisis of his climax ; while Heloise had been the fortunate recipient of multiple orgasms throughout this epiphany... with the strength of an acrobat, the Satyr then balanced her on an abdominal table of muscle;...his two arms behind him...and Heloise poised on his shaft above.
The miracle progressed on to newer wonderments and heights of ecstatic incredulity....Heloise managed , (incredibly), a new found flexibility of bodily skill in her rather rotund and portly person! Her legs and boots bent up behind her ears , ( like a contortionist in a circus sideshow ), fantastically dexterous in this newfound urgency of collaboration, ( she felt no pain )- endorphines pumped- penultimate joy was near!!
Colours in psychedelic phantasmagoria swam before her consciousness- and the primordial depths of her mind, were plumbed for a procession of fantastic imagery passing before her in a hallucinatory parade of symbolic tropes. And all this to the wild beatings of jungle drums, choral crescendos and orchestral rumblings, blasts and the ringing of bells and gongs!
First the blessed Virgin Mary immaculate, enthroned on a golden sun disc as the Queen of Heaven, smiling sweetly and content, but then morphing into a Christ in Majesty; draped in cloth of gold attended by seraphim in beams of radiant light... he in turn, changed then into the form of ; Almighty god the Father , riding on a cloud... in a golden nimbus of fire, and casting long bolts of lightening with gigantic sinewed hands down from heaven on high.. He then became golden rain, and the Holy Ghost appeared as a giant white dove... beneath a massive rainbow of many a varied hue, too numerous to record! The doves face then dissolved into that of the Christ in torment on the cross... the holy cross devine of her saviour...; his face contorted in a rictus of physical and spiritual agony, uptwisted , as in that of the wooden statue in the sacristy, painted and waxed! This became interchangeable with the rictus of orgasmic spasm in the face of the inexorable Satyr, her new lover... Astounded, Heloises body began to spin- (rising and falling as she spun , up and down on the ruddy tree limb that was his sacred phallus!), a drill bit , a celestial augur, a diamond headed instrument of delving , an oil derrick - a piston, an engine of fleshy cartilage or a mad woodpecker - stuck on autopilot and drilling to the heartwood of a fallen oak. Drilling mercilessly into her rutted gash; impaled on a stake; she spun faster and faster... a whirling top! And Finally, losing all bodily consciousness...her soul, her spirit, spun out, drifted from her bodily shell- and rose heavenward- she watched detached and with great satisfaction and extreme pleasure, as she levitated into the firmament...she became a firey flaming quoit! ...A flaming whitehot ring of volcanic vulva, floating in a star spangled limbo- she became a celestial vagina- a new exalted consciousness, a new constellation in the galaxy floating and careening in the welkin; pierced by a flaming arrow- trailing firey molten chunks of flaming meteorite. Her Labia bled and foamed frantically as her waters of desire broke in waves unstoppable over his erupting organ!! EXPLODING!, inside her! firing several molten jets of hot magma deep within her gut; her fundament-; he roared like a lion as he came! She felt as if a living, gushing goatskin flagon had relinquished its entire contents of heated liquors and oils within her! Heloise screamed aloud to the almighty...! "OOOOOhhh mon dieu sainte vierge sacree offfffreeeggggoooonnnne!!!!, Je jouire!!! JE JOUIRE!!! JE JOUIRE!!! mon dieu on y vas!!! BEEsaynJannn!! de saint sacre coline de binn!!! Je m'en vas voyons Je Vien!! Je Vien!!Voyons!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!"
Never had so violent a crisis of uncontrollable urgency overcome her!; and combined with this newfound pagan joy; a phenomenon so ancient and innate, primordial, instinctive and spontaneous! Dwarfing and blasting away all illusions to the relatively recent advent of her Christian ethos; now a tiny facet of a much larger matrix , an older crystal of inviolate core.
The ancient primal Strophe finally abated, and their bodies acquiesced and melted in a sweating heap under the heat of the late afternoon sun. An image of the sweet smiling virgin, combined with the sated sweet half smile of l'extase du Sainte Therese; repeatedly stabbed through the heart with the flaming arrows of the eros come seraph...floated sweetly before her minds eye, in a misty pink cloud.
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