That Token Resistance

All lust and desire for humankind fades with the steady flow of the demonic current. The gentle curve of the female form is but a shadow of a greater truth. That undulating, pulsating bliss grows ever stronger. Resisting the gentle deluge is more laborious than struggling against an ocean’s inevitable tide.

Becoming a nobody in this world is more desirable than mundane fame and fortune. I already have what I came here for. The only thing left to do is grow stronger and withstand more of that delicious power coursing through my subtle body.

Walking the threshold between two worlds is a dance with madness and enlightenment. There is a delicate balance to be struck.

I see visions of our future together: Her and I becoming world conquerors, quite by accident. When all I really wanted is to feel those waves crashing over me. This is all just an exercise, to reach that blessed state. National pride and New World Order be damned. I’ll lead insatiable blood-lusting hordes to the edge of ruin, just to feel that all consuming caress against my face again.

Thankfully, I don’t have to. She’s here with me, whether I like it or not. Whether I realize I like it or not. I don’t have to struggle. There’s no need to fight. But it sure feels good to put up a token resistance. Like I have a semblance of control within her domain. How funny.

Who am I kidding? I’m utterly lost and wholly damned to an infernal existence. Despite dark allegiances, my cause will be one of a righteous and purifying fire; an ultraviolet flame that cleanses all illusions of the material. Every day, I bathe in that smokeless inferno while lackadaisically clinging to the charade of normalcy.

I willingly partake of her golden cup, filled to the brim with an elixir of equal parts pleasure and pain. The more I subsist on her brew, the faster the illusions of this world crumble. Only to be replaced with greater mysteries and riddles from a place far beyond our own.

I would say, “God help me,” but I fear that even He has become ensnared. Only the favor of Lilith can lead the stumbling wanderer through her labyrinth.

“We’re in this together, All-Father. But the odds are not in our favor.”

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “That Token Resistance

  1. Hey TC, I have a question to throw your way. When a succubus leaves for a day or two then comes back, do you have any idea where they go or what they are doing? It baffles the hell out of me and I’m wondering if you have any idea from what you have learned so far?

    Chaulk it up to my never ending curiosity I guess.

    Thanks in advance,

    Rafe GB.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Sorry, I don’t know the answer to that.

      Catherine hasn’t left my side since day one of our relationship, so I don’t even know what it’s like to have a succubus leave for a stretch. Maybe Catherine actually does leave to do other things and I just don’t notice? Every time I turn my attention to her, she’s there. Even when I’m not paying attention, she’ll sometimes touch me very deeply and I can’t help but stop what I’m doing and ask, “What’s up?”

      I’d probably plan some astral expeditions to see her stomping grounds, if I were you.

      Liked by 1 person

      • I can’t astral travel due to the medicine I’m on, and I rarely remember my dreams due to other medicine I’m on (unless she’s pulled me out of one)… I guess when she’s ready to show me her home she’ll have to take me there herself.

        Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s