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Click hereShe felt the boy beneath her stir,
realizing his predicament.
His arms tugged at the ropes
that bound them,
searching for hope
in a hopeless situation.
She basked in the feel of the boy's
young skin against her
ancient cunt,
now moistening after
so many years of drought.
But then what are years
to one who has searched
through galaxies and branes,
surfed the winds of gas giants, and
suffered the coldness of empty space
since the very dawn
of time itself?
II: Opening the Gate
She bent down,
her withered nipples
becoming erect as they
brushed against the boy's naked chest.
She parted his recalcitrant lips
with a flickering tongue
no Earthly creature could resist.
He opened to her,
and their tongues intertwined
as he explored the wonders of her
toothless mouth.
His deprived tongue lashed out
when she withdrew,
seeking its newfound womb,
but finding only the cold
forest air.
III. Riding the Gate
She slid slowly up his skin,
her now moist cunt
leaving its trail
on his sternum and neck.
She lowered herself on his
frantically lashing tongue,
covering his hungry mouth
with her own.
The boy's tongue searched for its lost Paradise
as she grabbed his head,
pressing it against her cunt,
and shoved his nose against her clit.
Then she rode him,
furiously bucking up and down,
pressing his nostrils against her cobra hood,
while his tongue eagerly scraped her walls,
seeking a taste of what was lost to him now.
She drew his essence through his parted lips,
pulled it through his throat,
made it her own.
Her cunt now flooded with stolen rain,
she came,
pouring her juices
over their rightful owner.
She held his head tightly against her,
as she bucked for one last time
and felt the glory
of entry at last.
IV: Incorporation
She sensed him rising behind her,
her demoness head,
rotating to take in the glory of his hungry shaft.
She crawled down his torso,
feeling his emptiness,
his longing
to be saved
from this newfound vacuum
of uncaring space and time.
She straddled his stiffened cock,
slowly spearing herself upon him
taking in one delightful
inch at a time.
She reached down
to grab his balls,
squeezing them as she began her ride,
teasing him as his back arched
trying in vain to regain her depths
until she slowly lowered herself upon him once again
unable to deny her own hunger.
She began to post up and down
on his immense shaft, her now firm tits
shaking with every thrust,
her hands
squeezing his balls
as she impaled herself
over and over again,
her soft walls pulsating, milking him
as until he thrust into her
for the final time,
his hot cum warming her icy body,
as she cruelly squeezed his balls,
pushing their contents into her,
her walls gripping him tightly
as his viscera poured into her
through the improvised straw of his cock.
The boy having at last found the peace he sought,
she took his emptied skin
and crawled into it,
wrapping it around her,
making it her own,
then stood,
feeling the throbbing longing
of the boy's cock,
now jutting from her own pelvis.
She gathered his clothes,
then began walking through
the frigid pines,
feeling the warm draw of blood
once again.
See 'Angels' by the same poet. I thought initially it was the most ancient of ideas, the female as new (virgin), queen and hag -- the triple headed Goddess renewing her fertility. But it ain't quite that. This is not a poem I like, but it is a good poem, strongly expressed; and I don't suppose being liked was a major ambition for Oneiria. I'm gunna go with Green mountaineer and ask for some help.
Congrats on the E. It has been a while since a poem got one that deserved it.
Having said that, you know I am a fan, so please take this in the spirit intended, as constructive feedback.
I LOVE the title and the poem lives up to that title.
However, I hate your use of the word "furiously" ( bucking....) Ah, hell, ALL of your adverbs could be deleted and your poem would be much stronger, and it is already a wonderful poem. Your writing is STRONG enough to avoid adverbs,. They are, in most cases, a crutch for writers with weak vocabularies, which you most certainly are not.
I also feel you over use the word cunt. Your first use is perfect. You are so very good, please at least read your poem aloud with my humble suggestions. I do admire you and I feel you should submit this to any of several erotic sites which would jump at the chance to publish it with a few minor edits.
Clean Sheets comes to mind.... anyway, absolutely worthy of a 5 and the E. Thank you for a fantastic read, my first in a while here. :)
Made me think...still trying to wrap my brain around
to one who has searched
through galaxies and branes,
surfed the winds of gas giants, and
suffered the coldness of empty space
since the very dawn
of time itself?