His Self For Great Mother

He felt it all. He felt the intense energy of life and death dancing over his skin. He felt the raging heat of his inner core and the cold press of nothingness beyond it all. He shivered at the naughty nibble of lightning on his skin and delighted in the rasp of continental plates shifting across each other, like a hand scratching his back.

"You feel us. I have waited long for you to come to me. Now give yourself to me."

Sulumayan stared hard at the trees and pushed gently with the power he had summoned. The trees bent, blown amok by his energy. He felt the wash of wind as a ripple along his leg. He heard the voice giggle.

"That feels delicious, my love. Now feel this."

The water around him churned white. He cried out as his entire body was kissed, licked, stroked and pressed against in pure needful lust. Giving back, he reached into the clouds and brought rain down to the land, kissing every acre of soil he could reach and felt her writhe in delight with his touch.

The delicious surge began within him and he knew he would soon be lost. The boiling started deep within his loins and he was vaguely aware of the ground trembling around the rock pool. Channeling the water into a deep vortex around him, he found that the rock pool was quite deep. Swirling the water faster and faster he thrust deeper into the pool, churning its depths with his needful energy.

"Yes, my love, give yourself into me."

He sank deeper into the spinning well of water, never quite reaching the bottom of its welcoming recess before he completely lost himself and his power slipped from him in one sharp explosion, sucking the last ounces of his consciousness and spurting out into the depths.

The water stopped spinning in the rock pool and splashed outwards, sending a swath of spray into the clearing and soaking the gathered circle of women. A deep, lingering rumble of thunder grumbled across the sky as the wind died away and the rain petered out. Stillness finally returned to the forest and Sulumayan was nowhere to be seen.

The queen turned to the women picking themselves up off the forest floor. "Daughters of the Great Mother," she proclaimed, "She is sated at last!"