The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Six
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
OH YES
5.6
Miriam’s primary visage had been frying up something real tasty-like, with the one Laurentine driving making most indecent preparations about The Nebberath II, and the time was almost upon us.
I was fucking stoked.
There’d been a strangest blooming of awareness in Miriam Halafax, finding herself quite cognitive of the fact this time to come would make great change within Arthur, something inside him tied to this planet in transformation. She knew it from both the truths of her heart, and visions so born from these visages through time she only now found herself faintly aware of; as Grammaton evolved, he would too.
There was more hidden inside Arthur Katrinus than he knew, even still.
Miriam really had come to believe in some deeper truth to the God and Goddess within them, but she also knew it worked the other way around for him; having met Mary and seen the Goddess of Arthur’s soul. Light and dark were things she’d long seen between the two of them, his ‘womb of shadow’ she’d call it. It made some sense, there was a mysteriousness to his nature, a way about him that could scare wimpy bitches socks off. Yet, she’d always known that wasn’t quite right, he was the brightest light she’d ever met.
There was just a profound awareness of duality between them, also seen through her eyes in the universe itself, and it made her feel very tied to concepts of black and white.
Yet she’d eventually come to discover the truth, this darkness she’d perceived — that strength of shadow as she’d called it — was also the space for peace, and the singular place where the light of grace could be born anew.
Arthur created peaceful spaces by his very nature, it was his soul; peace itself. He was also a scary mother fucker, or at least something just like that, this shit is always changing.
The point is the bitch is special, really quite magnificently unique, and while his soul might be propagated widely throughout this universe; and every galaxy of planets quite littered with most divine projections of brilliance in the form of other godly souls.
Arthur was still the best — Miriam swore it — something in her just told it plainly, he was made of the lifeblood of this universe. Maybe she was a little biased, but I honestly don’t know about that, it feels like there’s some real truth there. He’s really amazing.
Regardless, it was clear, whatever was so stowed within the man was on its way out, and she was meant to help. It had taken quite a deal of time for her to figure out what might do the trick, what magic she might call on, how in the fucking Grammaton could she get enough light into her Arthur for him to break wide open with an explosion of most powerful release. Quite a question to ponder, she had to think on it a while.
It was really tough for her to figure out.
Urina had Arthur from behind — Miriam was at his front.
This was going quite splendidly if Miriam might say so herself. Really a most excellent memory in that old databank, this one. I just remember how fucking good it felt in my body to rail him half-to-death. There was a moment it seemed his soul even left his body.
Every part of his countless orgasms were felt through each inch of my entire being, and that fucking look in his eyes — oh my God, yeah, him — I’d never seen such fire in them.
I actually counted those orgasms.
We’d fucked him so ridiculously hard over the entire length and breadth of The Nebberath II, I later replaced almost every upholstery, except that special one I kept just for the memories. I’m not saying what it is because I don’t want Arthur to get rid of it — his nose isn’t what it used to be.
When I’d taken him on my own, splitting him right up the middle, making him fucking scream for it, that was when I knew; this was definitely going to work.
So, we kept going all night — three orbits of Grammaton in reality, ‘night’, doesn’t mean shit in space, I just like the sound of it — we took it straight to his ass the whole damn time. My visages got very involved as well, like, real involved. Laurentine was being a fucking sicko; they’ve got a filthy hot spirit, that dude’s a beast.
This boy was in heaven, fifteen times if I counted right, I actually had to kind of force the last one on him just to get to that multiple of three my obsessive-compulsive tendencies like so much.
He’d thanked me for it later though, literally.
We’d both gotten back involved at that point — Urina and I worked up to most elevated levels of purest ecstasy — and I was going really, extra slow, way slower than he likes. Urina was holding him down and riding his face with her asshole.
This was very nice in my estimation, all-around, a first-class experience of living. In fact, that much was accounted for later by each party involved — ten out of ten.
Wish we could have filmed it or something.
That last orgasm, it peaked-out more than just my heart, his magnetic clit, and that microphone I had set up by the camera — creating something even greater than the bliss I get from seeing his eyes roll back, yup, mhm, that shit drives me more nuts than anything else in the fucking universe. Urina was screaming so fucking loud as I’d shared it all with her too — it cracked his ass wide open.
Grammaton’s too, most for-real-like.
forgive me