Diarmid feels her wandering thoughts cease, yet her mind remains clouded, as a pinnacle of wanting to fuck the man in front of her and have him fuck her has taken precedence.
Unfolding his legs, stretching them out with a slight angle, he summons Diarmid to him.
“It is time Aria.”
She stands, walking towards him, crouching down, as D’adri holds his penis at the base, allowing the entrance of her vagina encompass the head of his cock. With a euphoric radiance, Diarmid slightly closes her eyes, her mouth open, as the sensation of the length of D’adri’s penis slides into her being. She lets out a loud moan. Resting herself onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, as he does the same, Diarmid clenches around his cock.

*

“Astronomers have just confirmed that the Super Giant red star Betelgeuse, which sits in the upper left shoulder of Orion has exploded. So, if you notice a Star that seems way brighter than it should be in the South East sky, it is most likely Betelgeuse’s supernova imprint. Which according to scientists will last a few years before fading and disappearing altogether. Joining me is Samantha Churels, an Astrophysicist at NASA. Samantha, how will this affect us on Earth?
“Well, Betelgeuse has a distinct orange red illumination, and if you look at the night sky, as you mentioned in the South East, you’ll see Two other bright stars, which are Sirius and Procyon. They form an inverted triangle, with Betelgeuse at the pinnacle point. As for the effect it might have, it will be more visual than not. One of the most violent events the Universe can muster, fortunate for us, the Earth and our Solar System are in the safe zone. At over Six hundred and Forty light years away from us, there will be a large bombardment of neutrinos, the ghost particle, which are harmless. Other than that, we will see it blaze with a radiance for months to come, till it begins to fade out.” The astrophysicist replies, whilst smiling as an artist’s impression of the supergiant Star appearing on the screen, next to an upside down triangle showing the three main stars that she mentioned, with Betelgeuse sitting at its triangular point.
The footage returns to the newsreader with the images of the triangle formation and Betelgeuse star to her left side and to her right, the astrophysicist.
“Some commentators, maybe jokingly, have suggested that Aliens could have exploded Betelgeuse as a show of power. Since we still have not deciphered the message we received in Nineteen Seventy Seven and Nineteen Eighty One. Could they be connected?”
“No, very unrelated events. I mean, these commentators you mentioned, they certainly do not originate from the science community.”
The news commentator smiles again and nods, in an almost blank like manner, looking at from her desk, the two images. Particularly the inverted triangle.
“Are we able to overlay the triangle?” The news reader asks, as she subtly, in her sitting position, shifts her hips.
The astrophysicist sits quietly, aware that the question was not directed at her.
There is a pause in the interview. As the astrophysicist also appears to shift herself in a subtle way.
“I think I know what you maybe referring too,” the astrophysicist says.
“Betelgeuse as the pinnacle of pleasure, the clitoris. The build up of an orgasm, you know, those waves before the crescendo. That blissful build and then it hits, like an explosion. I go blank, everything creases to be. I even think about the world ending after I come. Feeling really aroused right now, just looking at this image…”
The news report fades out.

*

Diarmid maintains her persistent movement up and down D’adri’s penis, both of them gripping each other tightly as she sits upon his thighs. The position without its thrusting movements, builds into a tension and prolonged state of elation. Shared equally between the masculine and feminine as they both grind into each others pelvises. D’adri’s cock embedded deeply within Diarmid’s vagina, her orgasm moments away, as D’adri attempts to stave off his climax, feeling his penis harden within its constriction, seconds away from spurting his seed into Diarmid’s clenching folds.
“Fuck me…Ah, Ah...Yes...Into oblivion...” Diarmid whimpers, she wraps her arms around D’adri’s shoulders, her eyes closed as she tries to gain more friction around the entrance of her vagina and clitoris, now soaked with her juices. As D’adri sucks on her left nipple, in a controlled way, yet struggling to hold back his release.

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Reading: "Rituals of the Antithetical" from RITUALS of the ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023)