Part Eight/ Joy End

Lines of Lust part 8/ Joy End

Joy

She became my keeper in a matter of touches and sweet whispers. She conquered my castle with keys and maps I never gave her. Astra even had the songs of love that whispered sweet lullabies to my heart. If this moment for us was short then I'll surrender to my puppet master and let her play with this marionette. Since my body has long forgotten its master and my mind has abandoned rationality.

In this perfect moment of bliss with the woman I lived and hurt, this was heaven. A woman I never deserved yet now we can embrace the what-ifs. My voice became a part of the orchestra she was creating from sounds I couldn't hold. Her fingers danced like a piano had left behind its keys on my skin. I have reached the highest peak of lust and desires but she is never satisfied.

The prey surrendered to the hunter and even though I'm being devoured, she finds ways to make me wanna resist. My breathing has long since stopped functioning as it should, always shifting between heavy and ragged breathing. Even when my breathing becomes shakey I feel myself riding higher in range as my voice crawls out powerfully. Her tongue moves like a pencil creating lines as if rewriting the maps she has.

When fingers touch a heated core begging for attention I'm left waiting for a second longer, that feels like hours. My body cannot disobey even though it's desperate for more contact. She plays me perfectly and I am left at her mercy while the aching agony terrorists me. The perfect instrument for the perfect conductor who was also the composer.

When lips kissed heated skin moving ever closer to the core long awaiting her arrival, my sounds become squeals of delight. I feel closer to my final release and the rest surely will come after this. When I find a little strength to move just so I can stare at you I'm left mesmerized even more. With eyes that seem to hold so many emotions leaving me wanting to know what you feel in this moment.

Then you curl those beautiful lips and move that delicate and talented tongue forward. My body is struck by electricity as it lifts high trying to both escapes and ascends. Yet my voice rings out like a siren call, ever-changing ranges while I sing according to the instructions given. Yet I don't think I'll ever lure you out to sea because I was never the hunter.

After what felt like centuries of my voice crying out in pure delight, my voice begins to shake and I can not hold the note. But you don't let me crash down hard when the orgasm hit me like an earthquake on a scale of twelve. The shaking and stiffness size my body but your hand pressed into my spine holding me. This was my moment of eternity where time didn't seem to ever move. Just my puppet master who controlled me perfectly making me perfect for the marionette role.

My composer and conductor, guiding my voice to the peak of perfection. As if I was the ever-changing instrument always ready for you to play a note. The prey that was never fleeing and never afraid as you advanced, my choice to love you was my best choice. The decision to hold on no matter the cost to that love gave me this moment.

" That was loud, Joy. But it was hard to control myself. You just responded to me so obediently and perfectly. We really are star-crossed lovers I think."

" Yes... I agree. You gave me this moment after holding on for so long.... Thank you Astra for giving me a moment in eternity."

" Maybe it doesn't end here either... We could explore eternity together and find our place inside."

A promise mixed into a wish my heart whispers to me, hoping like I am right now. Eternity is better than forever at this point.