Deflowered

Vines of frail green hung across ancient metallic walls as rain fell in gentle consistency. Clouds covered the sky and hid the heavens from sight, as though agreeing to keep whatever was about to occur a secret from anyone beyond that grove.

Drops fell from petal ends. Enormous trees made of curving limbs and feminine trunks rose high into the air. Their canopies were decorated with hundreds upon hundreds of small floating huts that were all strung together by tiny vines. Warm orange ambience glowed from their tiny doorways and the surrounding cylindrical pillars.

Each pillar was barely three meters tall. Their bases were organic and at once part of the earth, but each shaft was lined with vascular bending steaks of light that shone forth in a welcoming glow. Their shining shafts dotted the tropic grounds, providing throbbing points of reference in the otherwise dark environment.

At the center of the grove was a curved mound. Its center dipped inward in a smoothed line before ending in a row of bushes that held the Shard. It was curved, ridged, and open. Layers of stony undulations folded over one another while tiny juts of white stone rose along the edges. It also glowed orange and yellow, save for a smooth white sphere that was held at the top of the folds where every ridge connected once more.

Runoff from the steady rain streaked down every fold and bend as the Great Harmony Shard dripped with anticipation.

Around its base were manufactured and artificial cranes that pivoted and turned with mechanical rigidity. Steam rose from their gears as they shifted and scanned. At the end of each crane was a complex projection machina that was spraying waves of electric red Dissonance over the sacred Shard.

At the Shard’s base were hundreds of Akna. Their tiny bodies floated and flitted across the grove as the rain pattered on their small frames. Each one of them seemed to be moving in their own pattern, but when observing them as a whole, it was easy to see that their movement was some form of massive choreography. As the orange pillars throbbed and pulsed, the small beings ebbed in sync.

The caravan was there waiting. Revolutionaries, weary refugees, hopeful freedom fighters, ardent songstress fans, and curious followers all stood in the background among tree and ruin. There was a humid, erotic charge in the air as the hundreds of guests and Akna waited for the songstress to appear.

Azag was at the front, nervous and curious as to why Sayane had asked him to stand alone that night. His blue eyes stood out in the glowing orange and red, making him easy to find.

Isolated, echoing piano notes arrived and everyone fell silent.

Synthetic guitar plucks beckoned that audience’s focus towards the Shard’s base, where the sacred instruments were now beginning to rise.

A small, matted creature stepped forward, its fuzzy coat heavy with precipitation.

“What you are about to experience is intended for those who wish to know. To know one another!” Attis called out.

The Akna slowed and listened. Confused smirks drifted through the audience.

“If you are not willing to be vulnerable, we ask you to leave now. Those that remain, I ask you to let the music guide you and move you. Now is not the time for reserve or embarrassment. Now is the time to bloom!” Attis called out as the rain intensified.

Small glows appeared from within every Akna’s hips, turning the air into a miniature display of light.

Attis had only one more thing to say.

“It is time to flower and be deflowered,” he whispered as he bowed and stepped away.

Azag felt as though he wanted to smile but he also felt a pull in his body that immediately shifted his focus. Anahita drifted before him and ran her nearly unseen finger along his throat before vanishing in the sea of floating lights that were her people.

A sigh echoed across the grove as the key of the piano notes lowered into an intimate, quiet drone.

Sayane sighed again from behind the sacred stone, which immediately pulsed with life.

The sound of her voice sent a flood of hormones through Azag’s body. He had never heard her sound like that, but he knew what it was implying. As he stood there, he suddenly became incredibly aware of the fact that the rain was causing his leggings and tunic to cling to his hips and groin.

“Tell me if you want me,” Sayane’s voice crooned from the darkness.

“Take me but don’t taunt me.”

Slow, heavy drums mixed in with taps and masculine hums. The feminine sighs continued on loop as though they were their own instrument. Moans mixed in and soon the music was a pulsing, thrusting, receiving mix of eroticism.

Then Sayane made her appearance.

As soon as she was visible, the Shard, pillars, and Akna all shone out in recognition. The Dissonance cranes jolted and turned onto her, casting red beams over her body, but she didn’t mind. Their light only accented her even more. From several meters away, Azag felt his body lock.

She was wet, glistening in the light and rain. Pearl white silk hugged her form before splitting at her waist. All of her hips and legs slid out from each slit, while the fabric fell between her legs. Glowing lines of floral decoration covered her exposed arms, legs, and face. Their markings drifted down behind the silk, implying there was more to be seen. Stitched renditions of blooming flowers lined the glowing edges of the small covering.

Every inch of fabric was sticking to her body, leaving very little to the imagination. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Every step and breathe caused her barely hidden chest to rise and fall. As she walked, her fingers caressed her curves and gently slid the fabric upward in a tease before letting it fall.

Her eyes found Azag’s and she didn’t look away.

“Touch me

Bloom me

I want you

Against me and inside me.”

There was a collective sigh from the crowd of swirling Akna, who were all moving in rhythm with her music. Their tiny bodies moved forward and back as the pitch of the piano rose and fell. Their myriad orbs of light looked like bokeh’s of warmth sliding in and out of unseen paths. To his credit, Azag did not look away. His glowing eyes stayed locked on hers.

“Your breath my sighs

My lips your thighs

That is what I dream of

Every night and every day

Yet you’re still too far away

Why can you not see

I need you against me and inside me.”

Her voice was husky and confident, yet vulnerable. As Azag listened, he understood that she was putting herself out there for thousands upon thousands to hear, but also she was fully speaking to him.

For Sayane, her body felt alight with stimulation and nerves. Every cold drop of rain sent shockwaves of sensitivity across her skin. Beyond the tone and lyrics of the song, Sayane herself had never outright spoken like this. She wasn’t even sure she’d ever thought this way before. But now she was.

“Petals dripping as I open wide

Come closer and get a taste of what’s inside

Tell me if you want me

Take me but don’t taunt me

Let them watch if they want to 

I won’t stop you

They can see what’s ours

I want you to come and take my flowers.”

Music guided her hips as they dipped and swayed. Gentle fingertips ran along her waist and chest then through her hair before reaching to the sky. Her eyes closed as her lips parted. No one was yet moving beyond the drifting Akna and a handful of bodies that were nervously swaying to the pounding bass.

Attis was trying his best to sway and spin with his eyes closed as he stood with Erosc, Echo, and Can-Mo. Can-Mo was absolutely rigid in flustered wonder as he watched Sayane’s hips drop and pause.

“I… I am… I am thinking wholly indecent things about our dear songstress, I fear…” he finally announced aloud.

The other men all nodded in wide-eyed agreement.

“I think that is the point, though perhaps not for us specifically,” Echo said with a smirk as he glanced at Azag who was still standing alone.

Erosc scanned the environment and noticed so few were dancing. Without a word, he squatted down onto his haunches while standing on the balls of his feet. His massive arms lifted to the sky and began to slowly twirl as his hips pulled back and forth.

“Erosc, you scoundrel. I thought you didn’t dance anymore,” Attis said in jest as his small body moved closer to the muscular warrior.

“The songstress needs more of us to dance. It is a tactical necessity,” Erosc responded as he closed his eyes and let the music guide him.

“Mind if I join you?” Attis asked as his fur grazed Erosc’s leg.

“I may be too big for you, old friend,” Erosc purred.

“No harm in rubbing against one another,” Attis smiled.

Echo laughed and looked to Can-Mo.

“Well, come on tailor. Shall we?” Echo asked as he extended his hand.

“I! I! I am not a great dancer!” Can-Mo blurted out.

“Neither am I, but here we go!” Echo smiled as he lifted Can-Mo’s tentacles and placed them around his waist and throat.

Their effort was noticed by the Akna, who began to softly swirl around the four companions. Others saw their lack of embarrassment and finally began to allow their walls to break. Paws grazed backs. Teeth and lips gently met waiting necks. Bodies pressed against bodies. Blood and desire flowed to sacred secret realms and the air began to warm as hundreds of forms began to gyrate against one another.

Sayane could feel the shift even with her eyes closed. Her bare foot glided outward and pushed the waters into circular patterns as she wrapped her leg around the metallic stand that was holding her Voice Carrier. With every throb and slam of the cavernous bass, she threw her waist in a circle as her free hand hung at her side. Each circle pulled the shaft of the stand closer and closer to the realm between her legs, where Azag’s gaze was now settling.

“Stuck inside my head but I want you in my bed.

Stuck inside my head but I want you in my bed.

Stuck inside my head but I want you in my bed.”

One of the throbbing pillars of veined orange light tensed before ejecting a geyser of orange energy. It was milky and heavy, somewhere between liquid and solid. As it shot from the pillar, it flowed forward and onto the waiting Shard, which received its gift with a flash of light. Beside the Shard, the Dissonance cranes growled in frustration before spraying even more red onto their prey.

Sayane slid down onto her spread knees as her hand ran along her exposed leg. She pulled the silk of her outfit to the side until it barely covered her most intimate secrets. An arch in her back pushed her chest forward with her hand extended out, so that her hips were the most elevated part of her body. Through it all, her eyes stayed on Azag, who had not yet looked away.

“Your column in my cave

I’m the one you crave

Laying back but please don’t stop

Looking up to you while you’re on top

I was in your head but now I’m in your bed

Put your hands inside my soil

I want to make your blood to boil

Planting all your seed

I’m the one you need.”

Across the grove, the veins began to tense and flex. Curled leaves unfurled and poured out their reservoirs of rainwater, baptizing the undulating bodies below in pure release. Moans of all ranges began to drift though the realm as bodies blurred into one another.

Two more veined pillars erupted and sprayed their blessings onto the great Shard.

“But you’re still too far away

Getting on my knees for you

I’ll pray

Come and take my bloom away.”

Every piece of silk stuck to her body like honey as a slow roll ran from her legs, through her hips, down her arched back, and off her lowered shoulder. Wet hair clung to her face and hid her right eye as she used the Voice Carrier to cover her mouth. As she let her body roll with the sighs of the background vocals, her index finger raised and beckoned Azag to come to her.

Another pillar sprayed out its offering of orange, and the great Shard began to send out pink undulations of pleasure.

“Stuck inside our heads when we should be laying in our beds.

Stuck inside our heads when we should be laying in our beds.

Stuck inside our heads when we should be laying in our beds.”

Floating orbs of light swayed through the crowd of flowing dancers. Clothes slid from wet bodies. Rain met exposed skin, scale, and fur.

Azag was before her now. She was still bent down, and he could not help but look at the dip of her back as it ran from her shoulders to her waiting hips. As he watched her, he felt her hand at his waist. Cautious but sure fingers ran from his belt and up his stomach. Sayane raised herself to meet his eyes. In a single fluid motion, she turned and pressed her body against his.

Her elevated platform compensated for their height difference, and her hips were able to meet his. As they did, certain hints told Sayane that her song was working on him. Drops of rain ran down her arms as her hands lifted to wrap around his neck. When they did, his large hand met her stomach and pulled her closer.

Another sigh escaped her lips and another pillar ruptured in rapture. Only one remained. Dissonance hissed but the cranes were losing their virility. With every beat, their beams of red began to droop. Sayane was close.

“They can watch us if they want to

I no longer want to haunt you

Your body cries out for a taste

To pass this up would be a waste

Give me days or give me hours

Come with me and take my flowers.”

Though it was slightly difficult, Azag allowed his body to sway with her. His hips followed hers, letting her lead. By now they were in a sea of grinding bodies where heads met hips and lips met lips. Even though there were hundreds looking to them, it felt as though they were the only souls in the world.

One of her dress straps slid off her shoulder, and Azag’s hand slowly removed the other. Sayane’s heart raced with success and ravenous craving. Behind them, the last pillar burst and its orange reserves anointed the Shard just like the others. The Shard began to glow without pause as Sayane turned to face Azag.

Her hands clasped his mask and she leaned to him.

“You can leave your mask on,” she whispered as she began to lean back.

His grasp was strong enough to lower her onto her back while he himself slowly crawled over her. Behind them, the pulses of pure pink light began to strobe and turn white.

“Tell me when you’re coming

I want you to come

I want you to come

I want you to come.”

Dissonant red sputtered and failed as the machina twitched in confusion before screaming out. Cascades of pink and white pulsed out from the Great Harmony Shard. The pulses grew into sprays that shot from the center of the Shard’s grooved center. Across the grove, thousands of glowing flowers bloomed and burst open as the entirety of the Akna let out a cry of ecstasy in unison.

Azag was on top of Sayane now. Only now did she truly appreciate his size and the intricate scarring that lined his skin which was so very close to her. Her hands met his stomach and she began to lift the shirt from his body and over his head. As she did, his hand slid the strap of her dress down her shoulder until it was completely removed. The fabric slid further down until she was wet from the falling rain.

“Let them watch what is ours

I want you to come and take my flowers

Tell me when you’re coming

I want you to come

I want you to come

I want you to come

I want you to come.”

As her voice trailed off, bass throbs shook the ground upon which hundreds were now laying and entangled. Sighs and moans sounded out once more to meet Sayane’s own. The Dissonance was gone. Anahita led dozens of Akna to the embracing lovers, where upon the tiny fae began to glide along their dripping bodies. Orange and pink light covered the grove and illuminated Sayane’s skin and Azag’s flesh as more and more fabric was removed.