at her flesh without burning. Fingers of brightness soothed and teased her, kindling shimmers of delight.
“Christine!” Her name was a bolt of radiance, arrowing through the glow. “We are here with you.” It was true—their auras mingled with hers. Sparkling ribbons of silver and copper wreathed her presence, a crimson crystal beating in the velvet darkness. She knew them—Zed and Alyn, her attentive, untiring lovers—but now she saw how their gorgeous man-shapes were mere shells. Their full glory would have blinded her, if she had eyes. In her present state, unfettered by the limitations of her poor human senses, she saw them as they truly were: perfect, ageless, unutterably beautiful.
“I did it,” she said, or thought, or sang. Pride twined purple through the rainbow emotions that swirled around them. “Now I understand.” In their shared universe of flickering luminescence, she reached out to draw them closer.
“Lover,” came a bell-like song she recognised as Alyn. “Now we can truly be together.” His caress woke fireworks. Without a body, she felt the pleasure everywhere. It was searing heat, aching fullness, marvellous tension, buoyant joy.
“Darling.” Zed was a rich chord arcing through her, a rain of sparks that made her tingle and glow. He brought wetness, tightness, electric twinges that burned through her. The sensations recalled physical responses despite her disembodiment, except for their overwhelming intensity. She swelled and throbbed with need, wanting her lovers closer, inside her somehow, though she didn’t know how this could be possible. Before she could voice her desire, she felt their energy encircle and penetrate hers. Multi-hued pleasure exploded in her consciousness.
“Touch us,” Alyn sang, winding through her, drilling into her core.
“Open us,” Zed hummed, flowering incandescent at her centre. “Your mind is limitless.”
She reached into the luminous emptiness and allowed her thoughts to mesh with theirs. Now she thrilled with their sensations and emotions as well as her own. The connection should have been shocking, but somehow it felt completely natural. Alyn’s shy hunger and Zed’s raw lust seasoned her own arousal. The pleasure that shivered through them as she danced in their minds rocked her senses as well. Delight reflected back and forth. Each of them mirrored and amplified the others’ ecstasy.
Below these present-focused elements, Christine caught echoes of the aliens’ age-old pain and loneliness. She gathered Alyn and Zed into her self, singing liquid songs of comfort. Love wove its way into their shared tapestry of feeling, gleaming pure white among the lustrous strands of scarlet, emerald, turquoise and amber.
Peace, someone sang. Power, rang another voice. Pleasure, called a third. Their perfect harmony swelled. They twined together, spiralling upward, so intimately joined that none could say where one of them ended and the next began.
Christine sensed the shift this time. The universe burst open, drenching them in the brilliance of a million suns. Unutterable joy surged through her—and Zed, and Alyn. Their climax was hers as well. Their coming released energy. Hers absorbed it. She felt the exquisite pleasure of their emptying along with the deep satisfaction of being filled. That incandescent instant burned away the last traces of separateness and fused the three of them into one being—a bodiless embodiment of pure light.
They floated in a nurturing void. Sorrow, pain, doubt, all had been stripped away. All that remained was love.
* * * *
Stars. Christine returned to individual awareness to find herself surrounded by a million points of light. Were they in fact really stars? Instead of the mostly colourless sparks she was used to, these bodies blazed red, violet, orange, even blue, against the black backdrop. What else could they be, though? One of them seemed quite close, a glowing yellow ball off to her right. When she
“Christine!” Her name was a bolt of radiance, arrowing through the glow. “We are here with you.” It was true—their auras mingled with hers. Sparkling ribbons of silver and copper wreathed her presence, a crimson crystal beating in the velvet darkness. She knew them—Zed and Alyn, her attentive, untiring lovers—but now she saw how their gorgeous man-shapes were mere shells. Their full glory would have blinded her, if she had eyes. In her present state, unfettered by the limitations of her poor human senses, she saw them as they truly were: perfect, ageless, unutterably beautiful.
“I did it,” she said, or thought, or sang. Pride twined purple through the rainbow emotions that swirled around them. “Now I understand.” In their shared universe of flickering luminescence, she reached out to draw them closer.
“Lover,” came a bell-like song she recognised as Alyn. “Now we can truly be together.” His caress woke fireworks. Without a body, she felt the pleasure everywhere. It was searing heat, aching fullness, marvellous tension, buoyant joy.
“Darling.” Zed was a rich chord arcing through her, a rain of sparks that made her tingle and glow. He brought wetness, tightness, electric twinges that burned through her. The sensations recalled physical responses despite her disembodiment, except for their overwhelming intensity. She swelled and throbbed with need, wanting her lovers closer, inside her somehow, though she didn’t know how this could be possible. Before she could voice her desire, she felt their energy encircle and penetrate hers. Multi-hued pleasure exploded in her consciousness.
“Touch us,” Alyn sang, winding through her, drilling into her core.
“Open us,” Zed hummed, flowering incandescent at her centre. “Your mind is limitless.”
She reached into the luminous emptiness and allowed her thoughts to mesh with theirs. Now she thrilled with their sensations and emotions as well as her own. The connection should have been shocking, but somehow it felt completely natural. Alyn’s shy hunger and Zed’s raw lust seasoned her own arousal. The pleasure that shivered through them as she danced in their minds rocked her senses as well. Delight reflected back and forth. Each of them mirrored and amplified the others’ ecstasy.
Below these present-focused elements, Christine caught echoes of the aliens’ age-old pain and loneliness. She gathered Alyn and Zed into her self, singing liquid songs of comfort. Love wove its way into their shared tapestry of feeling, gleaming pure white among the lustrous strands of scarlet, emerald, turquoise and amber.
Peace, someone sang. Power, rang another voice. Pleasure, called a third. Their perfect harmony swelled. They twined together, spiralling upward, so intimately joined that none could say where one of them ended and the next began.
Christine sensed the shift this time. The universe burst open, drenching them in the brilliance of a million suns. Unutterable joy surged through her—and Zed, and Alyn. Their climax was hers as well. Their coming released energy. Hers absorbed it. She felt the exquisite pleasure of their emptying along with the deep satisfaction of being filled. That incandescent instant burned away the last traces of separateness and fused the three of them into one being—a bodiless embodiment of pure light.
They floated in a nurturing void. Sorrow, pain, doubt, all had been stripped away. All that remained was love.
* * * *
Stars. Christine returned to individual awareness to find herself surrounded by a million points of light. Were they in fact really stars? Instead of the mostly colourless sparks she was used to, these bodies blazed red, violet, orange, even blue, against the black backdrop. What else could they be, though? One of them seemed quite close, a glowing yellow ball off to her right. When she
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