Issue 1: Spring or Revelations
Act 2. Another Very First Time
Time has only just birthed ten millennia, and everything that's burst forth from its space-time placenta almost infinite-verse is starry eyed and filled with dreams and possibilities. The pace is lax. The Twin of Time enjoys a bubbling bath in a primordial cavern deep in the hollow of a young and forming planet in a newborn solar system at the end of an expanding galaxy that sits at the very end of an expanding universe.
Any form of hers could survive the caustic temperatures and elements steaming the air but she prefers the as-of-yet-unknown-to-reality human form, a form her hidden-only-her-heart has told her holds secret treasures above all others to be discovered. It is hideous to all current life forms. She can only enjoy it in private. She doesn't mind it. She has seen its pleasures. But, knowing and seeing are two different beasts-
She sees everything that ever could be, will be, was but won't, did but didn't, didn't but did, and these things are always changing and will until it ends. She sees everything all at once but lives everything only as it happens. Many things happen many times but a very few only once. And each has a different tenor and understanding and she experiences the gradient in between the polarities. And she does this throughout all of time's birth of space and also the nothing.
It confuses any who try to decipher her, do not fear. She is an entity who represents an amorphous reality no one has the capacity to comprehend, not even her anticipated and chosen confidant and lover. She is young and has yet to grow weary of this fate, for seeing and experiencing time are not the same thing. She hasn't yet felt the weight.
-so she touches herself in this lit-only-by-itself cave alone, acquainting herself with this mortal body's capacity for pleasure, for pain. She finds she quite enjoys it. It is a long time yet she anticipates the arrival of her young vampire lover, but the flashes and flickers of experience she has had of him throughout the expanse of her oddtime so far is something she vibrates down to her metaphysical atoms for. Even seven hundred and a half more epochs and eons is worth every moment of preparation and study, so she learns this body.
Her curious fingers slide between her wet folds and across one of her tightening nipples and she's surprised at just how good she can make herself feel from such simple touches, then she feels a soul she shouldn't feel for seven hundred and a half more epochs and eons. Certainly not on this empty lifeless planet. It is rare she is surprised, of course he'd be the one that could besides The Four Unknown.
She hears him swimming, feels the chemicals in the swirling eventual life affirming vats change their composition as he approaches. He pops from the phosphorescent fluid. He shakes the concoction from his coppery metallic hair and slicks its glow from his feline crimson eyes. He is almost as unbothered as she by the inhospitable environment, but not quite. His nose wrinkles momentarily in distaste of the environmental smell before her perfect perfume takes his senses over.
His naked body is half aglow in the radiation bath and his coiled muscles wrap around his frame so inviting and his mouth is so ripe…her tongue licks her lips unintended. She has never seen a creature so perfect, so delectable and sculpted. He is the epitome of everything she's ever hoped it would be to know love and desire.
His eyes soak up every bit of her, claiming what is already known and cherished as his, she is and has been epochs and eons senseless past her current existence.
A deep blush begins to develop under his gaze. "This is most certainly not your soul's time or place," she declares without a hint of admonishment.
He smirks the most devilish crooked grin that makes this human body she wears react just as delicious to him, a pool of desire trails from between her legs into the chemical vats. It will contribute to the concoction of life that will walk from these caverns in three million years.
"It is not. I'm doing whatever I want and letting the chips fall where they may. Will you forgive me for such a transgression?"
She nods and her human heart beats fast in excitement and arousal and he growls, instinctual and sexual. They are both so responsive. So eternal yet carnal.
"Do you know what today is?" he asks, voice thick and low with want.
Her long mahogany hair grows and curls as she ponders what he might mean. "Yes… But that is a difficult question to answer. This day is many things that are beyond your comprehension."
His crooked grin stretches across his entire face, somehow making him more beautiful. When she picked his soul she never knew how it would be. Her seeing and brief experiencing never prepared her for this. What could?
"Yes, love," he concurs. "Many things about you are forever out of my comprehension. But I'm talking about the fact that it's your version of a birthday of sorts."
A laugh bursts out of her. "Yes, I suppose it is. In a way, you are older than me… And how much more experience have you right now than I?"
He is so far from the other side of time, he knows it would send even her expansive unending ever-reaching understanding alight with questions and he has come with an important purpose. She needn't be distracted by knowing that their duties are almost over, that he knows some of her cosmic purpose she doesn't. It's not as if her ears could hear it.
He wants to ravish her, consume her, push her to her emotional and physical brink and have it be for the first time. Again.
She is capable of so much pleasure, so much decadence and sublime visceral transcendental dirty delights. He knows because he's learned so many avenues of devotion and worship she has yet to even imagine over his salaciously long time with her.
She truly is an innocent in this moment with what he has planned. She will come out changed irrevocably on the other end of his lips, tongue, teeth, fingers, and cock. She doesn't understand fully that through his body he will lift her into a new state of consciousness. She once did the same for him.
So he wants her to truly know the lover she longs for as she continues with her work until his true arrival. He wants her to know just how cherished and known she will be, in ways she didn't know the parts of oneself so deep and hidden could be touched. He wants her to have something to hold on to when she no longer holds this youthful naivete about just how much longer she has until he will always be there because soon she will truly know everything.
"Oh, your relative innocence shall sure be a delight for us both," is all he allows her to know.
Her nipples and belly ache at the same time his words hit her in excitement. She can't believe he managed to surprise her. Her chosen most cherished soul has arrived almost at the beginning of time, so far before their cosmic schedule. "Isn't this fun. What mischief are you up to?"
"Well, I've grown quite fat with knowledge and power, thanks to you… Why not bend the laws of everything and come to you? I don't want to be denied my beautiful companion and lover when she is so young and hungry for knowledge. I want you across all time, in every dimension."
The purr as he approaches and finally wraps his arms around her makes a little gasp slip from her lips and he quickly dips his tongue inside her mouth to catch it.
He pulls back from licking her lips and the inside of her silk hot sweet mouth to make explicit his intentions. "I want to love you, lover. I want to worship every aspect of your divinity so I am breaking every law of yours with the talents you've allotted me. Now, here I am."
She brings him back to her mouth, this stranger who is not a stranger at all. He nips her top lip, a bubble of blood wells and drips, he licks. Her hands clutch his marble frame. "Vampire," she moans.
He sucks her into a kiss and enjoys her blood and nectar she so freely surrenders.
After seemingly endless epochs and eons, he still hasn't come to fathom how such a wondrous reality-bending entity of hope and love for all creation chose him but he long gave up feeling unworthy of her decision. Worth did not matter. He was beyond that. He was hers, that was the truth. Her vampire, lover, companion, bearer of truth and secrets, her servant, and now, for the first time in their paradoxical relationship, her guide.
He has surrendered to the nonsensical nature of it. He once thought he had perfect senses and recall. It turns out vampires do not. He has the most prolific understanding and wealth of power any creature will ever have. But infallible he is not. What purpose then did it serve to ponder his lot?
"Yours," he murmurs. "You ring over every part of me, you enchanting bell."
She hums, and it is as he said. He feels her vibrations and so does the primordial cave.
One hand around her throat, he licks her jaw up to her ear then licks the shell of it. With his lips rested against her sweat coat skin and one hand poised palm flat on her belly, ready to cup and join her dripping warm cunt, he hears her blood rushing and flushing and wanting for him to explore.
His voice is honey rich sex when he so delicately whispers, "Now, I believe I interrupted a private moment of pleasure and while you are so heavenly to my senses in your pursuit of discovery… I promise I can show you parts of yourself yet unknown. To co-create such a rite of power would be my soul's highest honor. May I show you the very limits I can take you with this form you wear?"
She already has experienced so many new elements to existence in these few minutes. She is eager and starved to learn this lover who does such ridiculous things as bending dimensions for her pleasure.
"Yes," she pleads. Her hands wrap around the one that has her throat, some of their fingers thread.
He once again takes possession of her mouth and his expressive fingers slide into her glistening glossy gift. Her long and living hair twines and binds him to her. He disintegrates their very bodies and reintegrates them in the upper atmosphere but never do they lose connection. He loves the taste of her moans and whimpers. He loves her. Thank The Four Unknown for divining her, he loves her.
At some point in their oscillation between elemental lovemaking and animalistic joys-
as he has her upon a cloud in the atmosphere of that lifeless forming young planet by his own power and as he sends his soul's tendrils out to slither and coil with hers so he may penetrate her very essence regardless if he ever fully understands all he encounters
-her consciousness does what it does, and she splits into a few moments, unchosen, and one moment is when she will first arrive into his life in his ancient forest. When she will end his century of isolation. He is young and she is his guide. Her solemn feral king. She sees/knows this moment well, it's a moment that happens and morphs all of the time.
She busts out into a fit of heart expanding giggles and tells each of them, so overwhelmed and enraptured with their colliding connections, the deep outpouring of homecoming, "We are also making love together for the very first time!"
Her young vampire tilts his head in confusion, laughing but not knowing why. "Pardon?"
Her vampire lifts and grips her hips, quickens his already agonizing pace and bites out, "Tell him hello from the other side."
She holds on with all she has by the tips of her glow-lit fingers to the cloud beneath her. Breathless in every dimension, she tells him, "He says hello from the other side."
Her young vampire's rhythm falters and slows but doesn't halt. He leans his forehead against hers and searches her vampire body's red eyes. A pearlescent ribbons swirls within the red eyes he sees and the brown eyes that his future self sees.
"Ask him what it's like," the young vampire murmurs with a dawning understanding of what is occurring.
He is falling into her soul, a mirror, a reflection, talking to himself through a portal of her wherein their experience is just as new as this. How wonderful.
In another state of being, caught between such different emotional and physical ecstasies, she does her best to transcribe the question.
Her vampire exits her panting slick love covered body and lays himself down and rests his head on her luscious creamy thigh. He looks deep into her wide trusting eyes and sinks his lethal teeth inside with no resistance, she melts and moans as he takes from her never ending cup. The only one from which he drinks. Her celestial floral salt musk blood so luxuriously coats his throat and satiates his every wish, ambition, hope, and desire. He kisses her wounds and she heals them so. He spreads her wide and licks and kisses and so gently sucks her pink plump clit. He says, "Divine."
A solitary emerald tear falls from both her human and vampiric eye across both times and she trembles as she sends his message across the ether.
Her young vampire understands and agrees and continues with his own form of worship.
Her vampire adds a curling luring finger to his tongue and lip's pleasures just as he once again sends out his soul's tendrils to hollow and fill her hidden-only-her-heart.
Her consciousness then further splits and she is fully aware and actually physically present in every temporal space event that ever was, will be, or is. This lasts the space of a breath. This is the fourth but now first time this event happens. From a close distance she and then she also watches.
She screams to get through it, the ever-ringing bell living out her intention. This changes everything.
It's just her and the vampire the rest of his visit, their souls braided and coiled and wound and compressed until neither of them can tell which is the other.
A/N: This story is basically 20 or so different entwining narratives and mythos for the seasonal issues ranging from barely baked to almost full and after I did some work on my other fic, this one wouldn't shut up… and then I realized it is most certainly the other side to the first issue, a fertile piece of spring… So, surprise I'm disrupting the timeline by making issue 1 into two acts with an interlude.
By the way, besides Twilight, The Sandman by Neil Gaiman, which I read for the first time just before my relived Twilight phase, is The Ever-Ringing Bell's biggest influence. Not in actual mythos provided or level of eroticism, but in the slow unfurling intellectual and heartfelt magic I never knew was possible. I can't recommend it enough.
This "comic" is the first smut I've ever put out there, so yeah... Curious to hear what you think of my hopefully erotic and enchanting world.
I have written many more than several scenes from just a paragraph to 13k of words worth of intimacy for Bella and Edward of my slow burn Inevitability… But let's be honest, it's a long time until they get there yet. So far they only touch when I force them to through the environment and their character traits. But that's part of the thrill of their tale, isn't it? We can't all have orgasms with cosmically aligned soulmates that actually shatter and alter reality across every dimension.
Anyway, back off to weave the sweet threads of a different but familiar and gently paced intimacy of Inevitability which will be updated in mid-late May. For us here resonating like a bell, we'll meet again in the sultry heat of summer.
Xoxo,
Phantomsforeverr