Reading: "Arktalus" from Evenfall of the Helical (A.Glass 2022). Art: "Arktalus" from xenostructralism III

Tadri in a calm way, stares at the band playing on the stage, as the music appears to have become louder, particularly the younger woman singing, to which Tadri stares at the female fronting the band, studying her movements and expressions. Tadri exhales, closing her eyes, feeling the most calm she has ever felt, here in this bar, with these patrons, watching the band and its resonation. Of an ethereal sentiment, yet serene in its ambiance.

His penis slides easily into Delante's vagina, as she lets out a loud moan, relieved of being filled. Yet, her heart rate begins to elevate as the serotonin, dopamine and norepinephrine in Delante's brain are now surging due to the increase viral count in her blood, the waiter begins to thrust deeper into her being. Leaning against the cubicle wall, with one leg spread open, whilst perched up on the toilet seat, Delante, using both of her arms pulls the waiter closer to her, while he reaches down with his free hand grasping under her right thigh, lifting her up. His thrusting becomes more urgent, as is Delante's need to be satisfied.

Looking at her hands, particularly her nails, Tadri flips then over studying her palms. Reaching into her clutch bag, she takes out her data-sync, The Climate Storm is due in one hour, closing her eyes, she exhales. The music in the background has become a muffled drone, she opens her eyes whilst hearing the sounds around her pitch to a higher frequency, yet still in its modulated soundscape. In a calm and meditative way, Tadri looks around the area as the people in attendance begin to fade and the area becomes darker. She stands closing her eyes again.

Delante and her lover, synchronized within their uniformed movements, continue the hard fucking against the cubicle walls as Delante begins to feel the building sensation of her pelvis tightening as that moment of sexual release is now eminent. Her moans of pleasure reaching a crescendo, in its final moment of bliss and release, while her lover angling his penis upwards, maintains its persistent thrusts, his cock slickly covered with her juices. Grunts in an expectation of a building orgasm, Delante viral count is now at a maximum, a danger level to which her body could go into a septic shock, yet her carnal desire has overridden all awareness of her physical disposition. Feeling her lover's penis harden inside of her, moments away from spurting forth its creamy seed, Delante, holding him tight, while at the cusp of her own climax, fades into oblivion.

Tadri opens her eyes, looking around in a calm manner, she sees the remnants of a destroyed city, with a constant wind howling through the wreaked and broken landscape. Yet unperturbed and seemingly unaffected by the harsh and asperous gamut before her, walking freely in this realm. Tadri moves towards the ledge of what was once a building, staring over at the horizon, with its reddish hues, burnt and desolate skyline, she holds up her hands once again as she begins to dissipate.

“This is my reign, my hell.”

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Reading:  "Arktalus" EVENFALL OF THE HELICAL (A.Glass 2022)

Art: "Arktalus" (A.Glass 2021)  XENOSTRUCTURALISM III