“Shut up and melt with me” before she guides him into her cove.

Living on the precipice of emotional sanity keeps her on her toes. A daily sense of self-immolation to appease the new gods of worship...she sells herself for pride, for confidence, for the need to belong. Tonight, the only thing to flame would be the passion between her thighs.

“Not tonight. You’re mine to keep as my secret friend” she purrs as his fingers dance. Visions of whipped cream with cherries manifest in her minds eye.

He crushed her palace walls when he came through the front door. Every inhibition, every fear, every moment felt more manageable, immediately. He had that way about him though, didn’t he? She didn’t care. Tonight, Helios. Him, her chariot. She would ride him as they blazed the night sky and she burned as hot as the sun itself.

“Harder. I can feel you getting harder” she salivated as the words rolled off her tongue. This power was hers to relinquish, but she carried no intent of allowing it to slip away.

It was in her nature. She spent every moment anticipating every other next move, forgetting to move her own feet. She was exhausted, her legs tired from carrying a burden that was not hers...but in his mind, he knew what load he would be carrying, and it would weigh heavy as it pushed down onto his face.

“You make me see all of space and time as a single moment” she sighs across the universe, which exists between her pink lips.

He dives into her as would a man exploring the new world for the first time. She’s begun her decent into madness, laughing into the void that fills with fireworks. She cries to the heavens for mercy, requesting another chance at the world he’s built inside her.

Where did he come from?

She did not care. Tonight, he forces him to the alter of Her.

As any Goddess knows, you’re only as powerful as the followers you command.