tragedy tomorrow--

[phallicsymbull]

Gods of the theater, smile on us.

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[phallicsymbull]

[ There's a susurration of wind and waves nearby, it seems to murmur in foreign words that you know translate roughly to-- ]

winesexfoodmenwomenpeoplelifelifelife

[ The grape, meanwhile, seems somewhat uneasy at the prospect of becoming a raisin--perhaps even moreso than it is at the prospect of being eaten. ]

[voreaciously]

Are you afraid of wrinkles? Or would it be the grape form of being a living mummy?

[will she stop talking to grape-chan we just don't know.]

You're a skeleton, I'm not certain some of these are possible as you are?

[But she'll lean down to give the skull a kiss, anyway. She's curious.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ There's a sense of being drawn down, as if she could lean just a little deeper into the essence of the dead serpent and be drawn somewhere new--but you get the sense you wouldn't be able to come back here after that. ]

[voreaciously]

Ah. [Well she'll set the grapes down.]

I don't know where this will take me...and even if I'm not sure it matters I shouldn't move things from their proper place if I don't have a reason, so I'll just leave you here. It was nice speaking with you. Have a luscious life.

[But she'll touch the skeleton again and surrender herself to that drawing sensation.]

[phallicsymbull]

[ Something in the skeleton touches back, a hand grasping hers made purely of that consuming need again, and for a moment it just seems like it will drag her down somewhere and take what it pleases.

Somewhere, a tiny voice cries out for it to stop--it's the grape.

It stops. ]

What do you want to give me? Sex, food, life--

[ Its voice sounds like the smaller snake's, but deeper and older. ]

[voreaciously]

[She's surprised at the hand grasping back, but she doesn't fight it in the last. If it wants to help itself to her, she won't stop it.]

I don't have food with me, but I have blood, and...

[her face reddens and she folds her hands in front of her, shyly.]

entering weird mythic symbolism sex land

[phallicsymbull]

[ There's a faint hum of approval and pleasure, and then the ground gives out. She's falling, the scent of seawater and sand and then deep dark earth in her nose.

Here in the dark she can't see, but someone kisses her with cool lips; fingers of bone push aside her clothes and something serpentine coils around her body. Vines suddenly twine around her arms and legs, holding her in place. ]

Want you, adore you, consume you--

[ There's a faintly wine-like scent now as well. Like the grape. ]

awww yisss

[voreaciously]

[There's a mild feeling of flattery, even if she can't believe it in the next moment. There's nothing about her to adore, but if someone can be halfway pleased by her existence, then that's fine. She doesn't fight the fingers or her bonds, and her face flushes deeper.]

Y-you can take of me what you please.

[phallicsymbull]

[ The serpent's head rests on her left breast for a moment, and then it opens its mouth; it's forked tongue flicks out; and it sinks its fangs into her skin.

There's pain but also a dizzying passionate heat racing through her body as if the venom can't decide whether to be toxic or life-affirming. The snake doesn't let go; it holds on as if suckling.

The hands and mouth pull away, but in the next instant the vines around her ankles are pulling her legs wide open. Something huge arches its body above her in the unfathomable darkness--

And a massive shaft pushes into her, heavy and hot and big enough that it should be causing more than the minor pain it does. It's definitely not a human penis, that's for sure. ]

[voreaciously]

[Amane does abhor pain. She thinks that, if it were ever strong enough, she'd dislike it, as rational as anyone, but that has yet to truly happen. She doesn't know why, but she often welcomes it.

The bite hurts, and air explodes from her mouth in a pained and desperate gasp but she doesn't try to steel herself against the sensation, she drowns in it. She's never felt like this before when she's had sex, and this dizzying, heated sensation is very welcome. It hurts and it's sweet and she wants more of it. It's not enough.

She's never felt this...this full before, and something deep and dark and fathomless inside craves this more than anything, even if it hurts, even it tears her apart. She's assaulted with heat at either end of herself and she can't help but roll her hips.]

P-please!

[phallicsymbull]

[ Something flickers in the dark.

Wordlessly, the being above her complies, penetrating her as deep as possible; the serpent seems to open its mouth ever wider, to entwine with her flesh ever deeper...

Lights start to appear in the distance, in the dark.

There's a taste in her mouth like the grape, boozy and sweet.

Stars are winking into existence all around her, even though she can still smell the dirt and the earth and the deep sea.

Their light glints upon the horns of an immense bull poised over her, radiating power and wisdom like no mere animal earthly beast ever did, its body intertwined with hers.

The serpent at her breast passes through her mere skin, disregards simple flesh, and wraps itself around her ribs. It unhinges its jaw inside her thoracic cavity and starts to swallow her heart.

All of this should hurt: having your heart eaten by a huge snake, having a giant starry bull pounding its cock inside you.

But you might as well be dreaming. You seem to be in a place where pain merges with pleasure. ]