She crouches to her knees, eyeing the tip of the penis, particularly its mall slit, with a single bead of clear fluid, gently with her left index finger she draws from the tip of Dalens cock onto her finger, looking at the clear glycoprotein of a male’s lubrication for sexual intercourse. She smears the inside rim of the glass in a counterclockwise way, standing, Dalens knells, with his middle finger, gracing Delilah's vaginal lips, placing it over the entrance of her vagina. Her wetness is remarkable, bathing in copulas amounts of her own sexual fluids, which has pooled in and around her vagina, dripping down the inside of upper thighs, as it coats most of his fingers. Drawing up the elixir from her moistened folds, he lightly touches her swollen jewel, gliding it back to the entrance of her vagina. Aware that she is awaiting for his penis to enter her sacred realm. He lifts an ample amount of Delilah's juices, coating the rim of the glass which Delilah is holding, in the same counterclockwise manner. Reaching beneath her legs again and drawing more of her essence, placing the fluid onto her right nipple, he leans forward and begins to lick around the nipple, sucking off her juices. His penis now straining in its full erection, as the glistening head of his cock taps around her pelvis and pubic hair. He coats the left nipple with her nectar, once again sucking around the nipple and areola as Delilah struggles to compose herself, moving closer to him, holding the ceremonial glass in her left hand. She looks at him in a carnal way.
“Please fuck the suffering away from me, relinquish the hungry spirit. And satisfy mine.” Sipping from the glass, tasting the mixture of her and his ambrosia mixed with the Rum, she passes it into into Dalens, who does the same. Savoring the mixture, he closes his eyes. Thinking about Chloe and what he absorbed from her sexuality. Leaning down he places the glass outside from the diamond shape. Moving closer to Delilah, as she opens her legs, allowing his hardened member settle between her thighs as she angles her vagina.
“Release into each other,” Dalens says, as he kisses her neck and then lips and she grabs onto him, pulling him closer. Holding each other tightly, pushing his hardened length down against her lower pelvis, feeling it pulsate in sync with her own undulation. In a desperation to have him inside of her, she reaches down and holds his penis. Dalens, grasps her by the hips turning her around, she releases the from hand which now oozing with pre-cum, as he clutches both of her breasts with his hands, pinching the nipples as she tries to push up her perineum, the sensitive area between her anus and vagina around the tip of his length, without any more hesitation, she sits down onto the large cushion. Opening her legs, she lies back as Dalens, holding his rigid length in his right hand, guides into her open, wet entrance. Her eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, Dalens looks down at the divinity of bliss that is of the feminine, she is indeed the holder of key, the opening of the transcendence. A sexual power that is beyond.
He sinks the rest of his cock into her inviting canal, as she lets out a loud relieving moan, while her vagina grips and receives Dalens member. Fastening itself, around he hardness, his and her sexual ambrosia begin to connect. He closes his eyes, in its push to the hilt, their pelvises meet. As he begins to meditate on the fucking, to which he requires Delilah’s prurient urgency to evoke the oracle within her.

*

USS Barry. Part of Carrier Strike Group Five, assigned to the USS aircraft carrier Ronald Reagan.
Two nautical miles from Taiwan.

“Sir, we have a classified communique from Washington,” The female watchkeeper says whilst looking at her computer displays, she then stands allowing her commanding officer to sit, so he can read the computer readout on the central display.
**“FOR IMMEDIATE ACTION.
USS BARRY CIC TO MONITOR AND POSITION TARGETS OF THE CHINESE LIAONING STRIKE GROUP. SAILING EASTWARD IN AN AREA 480KM NORTHWEST OF OKINAWA. ALL COMBAT STATIONS OF STRIKE GROUP FIVE TO MONITOR AND REPORT TO THE USS BARRY CIC. ALL CHINESE NAVY SHIPS, ATTACHED TO THE STRIKE GROUP ARE TO BE TARGETED.
THIS IS A HIGH SURFACE WARFARE THREAT.”

Standing, the commanding officer allows the CIC watchkeeper to sit back at her console station.
“Monitor for any other communiques, we are now at a high level threat, I’ll report and forward message from Washington to the Surface Warfare Commander.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, staring at the radar monitoring screens that now shows the Chinese Strike Group sailing towards Japan. The young watchkeeper swallows in a nervous manner, as she feel her heart rate increase and very slight pulsation within her pelvis.
She thinks of her mother back in Missouri, Kansas.**

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Reading: "Dead Cities of the Stars" from RITUALS OF THE ANTITHETICAL (A.Glass 2023)

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