by Arwen Jayne
Simon patted a place on the blanket beside him. “Then let’s start by feeding each other. Be mindful of your five senses and explore the touch, taste, sight, smell and sound of the food and us.”
Simon finished laying out a modest banquet of colourful, decoratively carved and garnished fruits and vegetables. He picked a particularly juicy morsel, a mini sized Greek dolmade, vine leaf stuffed with rice, olive oil and herbs and held it up to Tyra’s lips. She paused to smell it, savoured its taste and juices then swallowed, feeling it slide down her throat.
They spent a while this way, enjoying the food and enjoying the fun of picking out what the other might like next.
Simon poured himself a small glass of the wine and passed another to Tyra. Then they crossed arms and drank from the each other’s glasses. The wine was deep crimson, verging on purple. It had a rich fruity aroma hinting of cherries or perhaps mulberries. Unlike some other wines it had a refreshing aftertaste.
Tyra could feel the wine and its hidden herbs doing something to her. It felt like it was warming and opening her chakras, the energy centres up and down her spine.
They shed their clothes and Simon quietly put the food to one side then seated himself comfortably in the lotus position.
Tyra stared at Simon’s very large erection. She swallowed the moisture building at the back of her throat. She walked right up to him, placed her arms around his neck, placed her legs either side of him and carefully positioned herself over his cock.
Simon braced her with one hand and used the other to guide his penis into her entrance. Then he wrapped his arms around her to balance her as she impaled herself, sliding slowly all the way down his firm, warm length.
Tyra cried out, he was so deep, the fullness of it took her a few moments to relax into. Then she wrapped her legs closer around his back and leaned back her head a little so she could see into his eyes.
“I love you, I accept you, we are one” they whispered the ritual words to each other in reverence and then keeping eye contact they started the meditation.
Simon started chanting in deep resonant overtones. It was a prayer, in the ancient mother language, a request to the all-spirit to have mercy and release them from the illusion of separation.
Tyra used the all-am-I mediation Simon had taught her, adding a vaginal muscle contraction on the outbreath to send the energy back up her spine. The all-am-I mantra had become her close friend, indeed another part of herself. Simon had explained that all words had vibration, their own energy. When words were combined into phrases and said or mentally voiced with intent and understanding of their meaning then they took on life. Words were living beings too. Tyra allowed herself time to get into the rhythm of the meditation and become one with the mantra, until she was the mantra. Heat rose in her, gathering at the second chakra. She just observed without fixing on the sensation. It rose all the way to her heart and she thought her heart might explode but the energy centre expanded to take it. It rose further into the back of her neck, a clear vibrant sensation she had never witnessed before. The energy reached the crown of her head and it felt like plugging into the cosmos.
As she continued with the meditation she became aware that she was dissolving, at least her mind was perceiving it that way. Tyra just observed it and released the momentary fear that arose. It wasn’t like her body had become pixelated but it did have a transparent grainy quality to it, like shimmering white energy particles. It was then that she observed that there was no boundary between her energy particles and those of Simon, or rather the masculine aspect of the all-spirit. Complete adoration and awe filled her extended being but again she just observed rather than entered into the sensation. Beneath her ribs in the area of her solar plexus something awoke. It seemed to have a kind of suction that desired to be plugged into the same area on Simon. She let it. A golden light expanded out from it, connecting all their chakras in a seamless egg of energy. They became the golden light, it encircled them and filled them. Boundaryless, no-thing-ness all-spirit.
A voice entered the limitless, “Come back Tyra, it’s not time.”
Tyra slowly coalesced back into the awareness of her body, reawakening to her boundaries of skin and self but knowing that they would never again be anything other than mentally constructed limits. Limits that allowed her to live, act and even play in this plane of existence. She then leaned into Simon’s embrace and let herself cry.
Simon quietly stroked her hair. “One day Tyra, one day we will unite forever”.
17
A few weeks went by. Simon had told Tyra that she needed to reground herself before they tried a specially modified ritual of union with Thex, in an attempt to free him. So she spent the time enjoying watching Oscar grow and weeding around the daffodils that were starting to pop up in droves, filling the air with rich scent of jonquils. She’d continued her classes with Yan, as well as her daily practices. She’d found much wisdom in Suzukisan’s books particularly the stuff about the oneness of existence. It was somehow reassuring that other humans in recent times had come to the same insights into the nature of the universe. She’d also enjoyed some online videos by a modern day Christian mystic and a Zen Buddhist who were both saying pretty much the same thing. It got her over feeling odd and alone in the experience. Maybe she wasn’t going mad. It was time to accept it all and stop living in a kind of half-life after glow. It was time to get on with what the old Aikido master would have called courageous and creative living.
Oscar pounced playfully on a dandelion that had been minding its own business.
Simon was watching them both from the verandah doorway, enjoying the moment. “You’re ready aren’t you?”
Tyra looked up and smiled. “Yes”
The drive out to the crater was uneventful. They didn’t see the eyes watching them from the forest as they entered the cabin.
Tyra circled the crystal thoughtfully. “So how we going to do this?”
“On the theory that we’ve already done this once we don’t need the foreplay so to speak. So we can dispense with the preparation of the senses. We’ll sit on opposite sides with our backs up against the crystal and go straight into the meditation. I’ve tried this on my own, once before, long ago but I’m counting on your humanness and compassion being the final elements needed to make this work. We just need to raise his vibration enough to reconnect Thex with the all-spirit.
Tyra settled herself in position, feeling the earth beneath her, feeling the crystal at her back, opening her mind to Thex, mentally voicing the ritual words. I love you, I accept you, we are one.
Thex’s heartfelt reply whispered through her mind let it be so.
Simon began his chant. Tyra took that as her cue, connecting with the earth and the cosmos and started to raise the energy as she merged with her breathing and the mantra in her mind. The earth seemed to pulse and warm beneath her. She connected with the very resonance of the earth. Boundaries blurred, she perceived the dissolving of her body, of her very self. There was only all-spirit. There was no perception of crystal at her back or Simon on the other side of it, only the oneness. Something grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her away. She struggled for breath and peered up to see a large reptile she had come to know as a Din. It pulled a weapon and shot at Simon. A bolt of dark light piecing him, simultaneously condensing into a crystal spear where the beam connected with his flesh. Tyra screamed. “No!”
The Din stalked towards Simon, ready to make the final kill.
Shots resounded from the passageway. The beast staggered as a hail of bullets drove him back from Simon’s body. The beast howled in rage but the bullets kept coming until it fell and stilled on the floor.
Abruptly the Major appeared from the passageway. He walked up to the beast and shot four more shots from his AK47 into it for good measure.
Tyra rushed to Simon. “Shit, Simon.” She looked at the spear of stone that pierced his chest and couldn’t comprehend. “You can’t die, you’re immortal, bullet proo
f remember” she wanted to shake him in her frustration and despair but instead touched him tenderly. “You can’t leave me Simon. I can’t do this on my own”. Tears streamed down her face.
Simon groaned, one eye tentatively peered open. “Shush Tyra, I’m not dying, it’s not my time yet. Although no doubt there will be much blood and pain when the Major pulls this thing out of me so listen. Call the feminine aspect of the all-spirit in her form as Goddess of the earth”.
“Why not just call on the all-spirit, you know, highest authority and all that.”
Simon tried not to shake his head because it hurt like hell from where he’d hit his head on the way down. “No the Goddess deals with the world of matter and that’s what we need help with right now. In fact we’ve been lucky.”
Tyra was astounded “Lucky!”
“There is death and blood in this place, she will come readily.” He turned to look at the Major.
“Give me your word that you will not interfere once she’s called the Goddess. Whatever you do don’t try to harm the Goddess.”
The Major suspected that Simon was delusional if he thought some Goddess was about to appear. “Okay, I give my word”.
“Now pull this damn thing out of me”.
The Major shook his head. “It will kill you.”
“John, do it! Trust me.”
“Harris, you can’t be serious. Let’s wait and get help.”
“Do it now or I will ask Tyra to do it.”
“You manipulative bastard. Okay, but on your head be it”. He grasped the end of the crystal spear. He gave a sharp yank and it came out. Blood pooled from the now gaping hole in Simon’s chest. Simon blacked out. John placed his fingers on Simon’s carotid artery. Amazingly there was still a pulse. He turned to Tyra. “You got a phone? We need to call for help”.
“No, there’s no line to the cabin and mobile phones don’t work down in the crater. Anyway Simon said to call the Goddess. Damned if I know how but I’m not about to leave here until I try.”
John just shook his head in amazement. “Some alien beast just came through what looked like a mini wormhole to me, your lover’s lying as good as dead on the floor and you want to perform some kind of pagan ritual?”
Tyra walked calmly up to John and placed her hand on his heart. “I’ve been around these guys long enough now to know to trust them. Watch my back for me in case more of those things turn up”.
John sighed. “Okay but whatever you’re going to do make it quick, Simon’s bleeding out.”
Tyra knew it would take too long to explain to the Major her need to follow Simon’s request. She racked her brain instead, thinking of how one goes about calling Goddesses. She’d never read anything on the like. A fleeting memory flashed across her inner vision, of how the earth had resonated when they had started the ritual. She’d go with that as a starting point. What else had Simon said...blood and death. She looked around the chaos of the room and found a place equidistant between Simon and his blood and the fallen beast. Sitting cross legged she refocused on her breath, centered herself and remade the connection to the earth. She allowed the boundary between her and the earth to dissolve. She became its resonance, its warmth, its very heart beat. “Goddess of the earth, come to our aid...I beseech you in the name of love and compassion”.
The Major reeled back in shock and tried his best not to swear. “Farout!”
A dark skinned woman stood before Tyra. “I hear you daughter. What is your request?
Tyra’s jaw dropped, it had worked. She struggled to find the right words. “Please aid us Goddess, heal these men.”
The Goddess surveyed the room, taking in the memory of all that had happened. She laid a hand over Simon’s wound, tears in her eyes. “Son”. There was a world of something in her words. She looked up at the crystal and then at Tyra. “You were close to freeing the Commander. I will need your heart’s blood to finish the job. Are you willing to give it?”
Tyra gulped then steeled herself, she’d do anything for Simon and Thex, even if it took her life. “Whatever is required. May I ask you to watch over my men after I’m gone.”
The Goddess walked up to Tyra and stroked her face. “That goes without saying daughter mine. Now take your top off and lie down before you fall.”
Tyra did as asked. The Goddess placed her hand over Tyra’s heart for a moment, making some kind of connection. Then her hand sank through Tyra’s tissues, straight into her heart.
John was gobsmacked but watched frozen in place. He had given his word of honour not to interfere. Tyra lay as if dead while the Goddess rose up, her hand covered in blood. She walked to the stone and chanted words in some language he’d never heard before. His mind, however, seemed to know what was being said, something like “Heart of stone, by love be free”. He couldn’t believe it when the stone seemed to shimmer and a man fell to the ground, unconscious. The Goddess then turned and walked right up to him, placing a bloody hand on his brow.
“John Samuels, you saved my son and his mates...be blessed!” She then placed a silver skull ring on his finger and simply disappeared.
18
Tyra was happy. If this was heaven it was real good. She was snuggled up against Simon. She knew his scent, a scent of leather and sin. Oscar was snuggled against her tummy and purring.
She snapped awake and peered at the cat “Oscar?”
Oscar licked the finger she offered to scratch his chin with. Considering his minding duty done he got up and sauntered off to find some food.
“Ah, you’re awake finally. Yan’s been threatening to cart you off to hospital if you didn’t wake soon”.
Tyra rolled over to look at Simon. “You’re really alive! We’re alive!”
Simon raised his eyes in a ‘but of course ‘ look. “Mum was hardly going to leave me in the state I was in”.
“The earth Goddess is your mum?”
“She ascended to the next plane of existence long ago and took over guardianship of this planet. Since I was stationed here too she thought we might be able to help each other from time to time.”
“Uh...so what happened?”
“Surprised even me but it appears the Major has been watching us for some weeks. He was worried about you, that you were in some kind of mess up to your eyeballs but he didn’t know what. He was watching through binoculars when we entered the cabin. Must have seen me enter the code. Anyway he got as far as the end of the passageway when he saw that Din come through one of their portals, straight into the cavern. I’m sorry Tyra, I had no idea they had worked out a way to get past the cabin’s defences.”
“Okay, so lucky fluke the Major was there.”
“I wouldn’t call it luck, turns out the Major’s psychic to some degree. He doesn’t get specific visions of prophecies but he did feel a need to follow us that day and bring his machine gun. He didn’t know why.”
“And the Din”
“Thex took it to the woods and incinerated it”.
“Thex? Then that means...”
“It means I’m finally free Tyra.” Thex strode into the room like some majestic ancient warrior come to life.
Tyra subconsciously reached for the relative safety of Simon.
Simon laughed. If you think you’re safer with me I haven’t taught you well enough.
Thex shed his clothes and clambered up onto the bed, rising over the top of her like a great apparition. His penis huge with need. “I promise to work on making myself less scary later but for now I really need you Tyra. Say yes.”
Tyra’s voice nearly died with the awe in her throat but managed to whisper “Yes”.
Simon sat up and moved to arrange some pillows behind him then smiled like a cheshire cat. “Come here Tyra, let me hold you against myself while Thex takes you. Let me be your ropes”.
Tyra blushed, liquid warmth bathed her crotch. “Oh, yes please.” Then she remembered the first time he’d blindfolded her “Sir”. She grinned.
Simon rested Tyra
in his lap then spread her legs with his. Having secured her that way he then grabbed her arms and held them out from her body. “All yours Thex”.
Thex towered over them, positioning his cock against her entrance. “I’m not sure how gentle I can be Tyra. It’s been too long. I may lose myself”.
“Thex, you're like some kind of legend to me. If you lose yourself while fucking me I’ll be over the moon. Now fuck me!” Tyra couldn’t quite believe that had just come out of her mouth.
“I do not yet understand all your human sayings but over the moon sounds good.” He worked his way into her with some difficulty. “all-spirit you’re tight”.
“Don’t take this as anything other than a compliment Thex but its not that I’m tight, it’s that you’re huge”.
Thex stilled. “I could think it smaller if you would like”.
Tyra was aghast. “Absolutely not, most women only get to dream of feeling so full and complete”.
Thex grinned at that. “Then let me be as much as you need Tyra Goodwin”.
She felt him expand within her and was sure his cock grew in length as well. She shuddered from the sheer pleasure of it.”
Simon smiled to himself at their play but he knew what Thex really needed. “Ah, hmm, you two. When I’ve trained Tyra for it I’ll take her ass and you can try that again but I think now we celebrate our lives and your freedom. Let go Thex, cum for us.”
Thex wasn’t so sure his needs should come before Tyra’s but let his cock return to something more its usual size so as not to hurt her with what he was about to do. Tyra whimpered a complaint but stopped when Thex started up a steady pounding into her vagina.
Tyra knew that this was sex at its most basic, raw and primal. Simon had told her previously that some called it yang sex. Whatever it was she allowed herself to become one with the rhythm of it. She became the sheath to Thex’s sword. She allowed the boundaries to dissolve until she was just the rhythm and surrendered to it. They came together in a guttural cry that seemed to shake the house.