Reading: "The Azimuth Principle" from the novel Evenfall of the Helical (A.Glass 2022)

“The South and North node are one, what is below is above and what is above is below. Therefor it becomes the antinode. May the spawn be the antagonist, the in between and holder of fate. Creator and destroyer of worlds,” the man says, pointing at Cynthia with his left index finger.

“You know him as a star, a musician, yet here is, unwillingly, part of the Void of the Dissidence,”

Cynthia nods, as she remains sitting within the polygon and the three lit candles at each point.

“Have you carried the seed of the two?” He asks.

“Of the one, my husband, a day ago, the chosen, only two hours ago. And I have not orgasmed,” Cynthia replies.

The man nods.

“Undress...” he says, as Cynthia stands, removing her mini skirt and begins to unbutton her blouse. Placing the two pieces of clothing outside of the triangle, she then pulls down her underwear. Now standing naked in front of the man.

“...Lie down, part your legs, facing the North, South antinode, the maximum point of zero, that is the end and all in its beginning,” he orders, to which she complies, placing her head onto the pillow. Parting her legs, facing her vagina towards the North, South node, represented only by a single candle.

Four hours ago,

Studio 54

A small crowd mingle around a man, tall, dyed bond hair and skinny with a pale complexion, as Cynthia Adalyn, who is dancing, eyes the assembly of people, with a photographer taking random shots of the man standing in the middle. She maintains her dancing, the music momentary pauses, as she smiles at the man in front of her. Who leans forward.

“You wanna go up stairs, do some coke and fuck?”

“Nah, I'm good,” Cynthia replies

“Ok,” the man says, walking off, aware that on any given evening, sexual encounters within this club are all but a certainty.

Cynthia walks towards the bar where the celebrity is standing. Signaling to the barman for a glass of water, to which he places in front of Cynthia, who stands close to the man who is leaning back looking at the dance floor. In a subtle way he nods at the other man, who then ushers the photographer and small crowd away, dispersing themselves into the masses of people who are in attendance at the infamous nightclub.

The man turns around and faces the bar reaching into his hip pocket he lifts out a small metallic box, with both hands he opens it carefully, with his right thumb and index finger he takes out a metallic tube, placing the box down onto the bar counter, Cynthia, watching him intently, observes the man with his free hand part a line of cocaine inside the box, pointing with the hand holding the metallic tube at the massive hanging half crescent moon above the dance floor, with its caricature face and mechanical hand placing a spoon near its nose, as though it is also snorting cocaine.

“Occultations,” he says smiling.

Cynthia smiles, as he leans to her holding out the small mirror with the neatly packed line of coke, offering her the tube, to which she takes in her left hand, inserting into the same nostril, with her right index finger she clamps he other nostril shut and snorts the line coke.

“Ah, fuck yeah...Ah, yeah...” The man moans, as he plunges his penis in and out of Cynthia's arousal, bathed in her own elixir, Cynthia wraps her legs around his waist, with both arms in forceful way, pulling him closer to her body, as they both fuck with an abandon. As Cynthia's clitoris crazes his hardened length, with each stroke she lets out a louder moan, sucking on her left nipple, the man feels the tightening sensation around his testicles, as her flutter begins, emanating from the entrance of her vagina and deep with her canal, she grips his cock.

“Give me your seed, fuck me...ah, ah, ah, come deep, deep inside me...ah...” Cynthia whimpers, between her pleasurable moans, as the man begins his final exertion, in an effort to deliver her his creamy ovule. In one concluding thrust, the man leans his head back, eyes closed, facing the ceiling as he grunts out loud.

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Reading:  "The Azimuth Principle"  from the novel Evenfall of the Helical (A.Glass 2022)  

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