...I...that...but...if...how....Khedive Rex said:?Scratch me behind my ears.?
Air smelled of butter and tiny pinpoints of heat danced through breezes that moved north-northwest and must have come from mountains far away because they were cold but soft and left plush coats of dew clinging to Baramiah?s naked flesh. He could feel unimaginably thin sprays of water cascading over his back and neck every time the wind tumbled over his recumbent form. And he felt the dew pool and stream, so very humbly, when the wind turned shyly; tiny cold fingertips exploring the ridges and pores of his muscular back reminding him that his passion for the natural world was shared, helplessly, by the world he loved.
Baramiah delicately turned a bite of moistened earth he held in his mouth and cherished deep iron sonatas and spirited bitter roots that strung textural symphonies in the soil. An orb of orange warmth glowed just above the horizon and all it?s color melted into the prickly blades of grass which were now so green from dustings of dew and a deluge of pumpkin colored light. The green, green spires trembled ever so sweetly in crests of tactile delight as marvelous quakes of energy shuddered into and around Baramiah. Footsteps, soft and anxious, beat into the ground and Baramiah heard them breathing swift and deep.
Warm fingertips from six or more foreign hands frolicked wildly across sensitive cartilage around his ears, and on innocent joints in his neck, and past the stiff resolution of his jaw, scratching and feeling and rending, some slow, some mean. Hot tacky syrup caressed him as it dove down his neck, tickling and teasing the entire length, and dimness visited a reclusive quarter of his conscience as the perpetual weight of his body seemed to diminish. One of them was tearing. Nerves shouted bright sharp things at the ridges of his shoulders and exotic hands crawled through deep sensitive places in Baramiah?s flesh, releasing blood and endorphins and bright sharp feelings that quickened Baramiah?s quivering heart.
With long powerful arms he reached for the daring source, turning himself onto his bleeding back and moaning with relief at the grasses prickly embrace. He seized her leg, blood pumping rhythmic harmonies that caused her form to grow and shrink in minute variations. She gasped as he lifted her above him and squealed frustration that his bare chest was outside the reach of her seeking nails. Her long raven hair captured and waltzed with the burnt orange luminescence and her silhouette modestly hid adorable curves. He lowered the soft rhythmic creature to his chest and held her there. Both arms wrapped desperately around her manic form. He squeezed her stomach against his and she dug her talons deep into his chest. Blood tickled and teased its way between them making her bare skin slippery and fast against his. She clawed again and Baramiah laid his head against the grass with a contented moan. He shifted the position of the soil in his mouth and once again basked in the subtly of minerals as they seeped into him.
The girl pulsed and beat. The sun warmed and colored. The air dusted with brisk particles. The blood slipped and stuck. Her skin on his tickled and electrified. Metal flavors rang and rumbled. Her fingers burned and excited. And the world smelled of butter.
?Cocaine.? Baramiah declared.
One of his followers dashed away, pounding across the earth like stones skipped through placid water. And when she returned he could smell the caustic dryness. She held it to his nostrils while fingers ripped his chest and he inhaled with a mighty wind. He could smell the girl now. She was almonds and sulpher.
Lightness and quickness, it all returned and his heart rumbled like an engine. He sighed deeply and contentedly. And the tinny whistle of the girl with cocaine trickled across his ear.
?Its all so beautiful today. Can we stay here Baramiah? Can we stay please??
Baramiah stretched a blood-stained hand from his ruptured chest into the delicate cool air, resting it on the light auburn plume of wild locks erupting from the young woman?s head. Her tangled and unkempt crest of hair yielded in some places and in others stayed firm and coiled and knotted, pushing back against the foreign palm. Baramiah sighed contentedly.
The girl quivered and leapt, grasping Baramiah at his shoulder, holding herself against him. ?Thank you Baramiah! Thank you thank you thank you.? The others flocked forward excitedly and Baramiah found himself weighted and warmed and shook by pulsing forms coated in dew of their own, all of them seizing him, desperately holding onto any little part of him the shy winds and pumpkin warmth could reach. They all smelled, radiated scents so different and vast and Baramiah knew all of them. It was magnificent. A symphony of sensation distinct and jarring but played over the subtle low notes of tender natural beauty.
And then it was all gone. Nothing existed. The burning orb departing without leaving coldness or darkness. The caress of mountain air and prickly grass surrendered not to a feeling of floating or falling but to the sickening absence of any recognition. The world forgot him. He fell through the universe untouched.
In a second that seemed to last forever Baramiah ceased to feel. And then he felt linoleum.
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?Good Christ! Why are they naked? Why are there seven of them? Hilmes, you were supposed to bring us a champion! ONE CHAMPION. All I see is a bunch of savages having an orgy in our observation room? Is that one bleeding? Look at his chest! Oh that will be such hell to clean up. Explain yourself Hilmes!?
Hilmes, coughed and looked at his computer one more time. A nod confirmed to himself his calculations were correct, but the unsubtle toe tapping of his superior reminded him it didn?t matter if his math was right. He needed a damn good excuse why there wasn?t some barbarian king clad in gold armor sitting in the containment room behind that window. Hearts. So needy.
?Well sir ? I ? The coordinates are definitely right. I mean ? Yeah, it looks strange. See the one in the middle though? The big one? He looks strong. Those arms are huge. I bet he?s our champion! ? You can?t judge too harshly from appearances sir; we?re pulling from a different realm. We?re lucky the thing even ended up looking human. This at least you could put some clothes on.?
Hilmes?s boss considered this for a moment before hitting a button on his intercom. ?Phil, get a pair of pants and bring them into the observation room?. Yes, I understand the risks but if he?s our champion he has to look a certain way? Just do it.?
Hilmes shook his head lightly. The room all those strange naked people occupied was closed and locked and windowless but for a single door on the side where people ported from other realms could be released once it was recognized they proved no immediate threat. All the regular naked people certainly didn?t appear to provide any threat, stumbling wildly under the hanging fluorescent lights, alternately licking the walls and each other. Bunch of idiots. The big guy on the other hand, he was just shivering on the floor, feeling the linoleum tiling wildly with his hands. He also looked like an idiot. But, an idiot who could probably punch through a grown man?s chest if he needed to. Whatever realm this guy came from, Hilmes was glad he wasn?t a part of it. Here in lovely Chicane they had such things as high pressure water hoses and good old fashioned electrified locks. Muscles just didn?t cut it after a point. If you were gonna fight, it had to be with your mind.
The door in the observation room slid open and Phil wandered in with a helmet and a huge pair of black sweat pants. The minute he wandered in all of the naked people stopped and turned and stared. The door closed behind Phil and he wandered closer to the reclined muscular man.
?Good Christ! What are they doing??
?? They appear to be ? hugging Phil sir.? Hilmes said, a little bit dejected. He was so fired.
?That one is sniffing his face! Look, look, that one?s trying to eat the sweat pants!? He turned to Hilmes with a righteous fury only the very formal can muster.
?No, he spit it back out. See? Now he?s just ? Oh. Well.? Hilmes turned away.
?Yes. Oh. Well. Hilmes this simply won?t do. We will need another champion. Send this one back to whatever Realm you-?
A thunder shook the observation room, physically shaking the pair. They looked through the window once again just in time to see the huge naked man inexplicably upright and across the room, Phil pinned beneath him against the farthest wall. The naked mob surrounded the two, some still sniffing and caressing Phil, others laughing. Curled on the ground, tears rolling down their cheeks, screaming and laughing.
?How the hell did it do that!? Hilmes!?
Hilmes couldn?t tear his eyes away from the pair. It was so ? morbidly curious. But his brain still worked quicker than any Heart?s might. ?That crash earlier. He must have jumped. He must have pushed himself up so hard he crashed against Phil and then kept going into the wall. But you would need such strength for something like that... I can?t even-?
?Whats it doing now?!?
Through the window Phil shouted once for help. And then giggled. The muscular man pinched an inch of his neck on the side and pulled. The man pulled his skin until it was so tight he could see the form of tracheas and windpipes and veins pulsing just below the surface. He breathed out once, hugely, onto Phil?s face. And then he began nudging and prodding the formation?s in Phil?s neck. Phil looked stunned. But not afraid. Some of the naked crowd pulled his helmet off and began pulling harshly on his hair. Phil Laughed again, raucously. He looked through the one way window at the form of Hilmes that he couldn?t possible see and mouthed the words ?Amazing. It ? Everything.?
?Activate the water cannons.? Hilmes heard to his right. A torrent of water exploded from the ceiling of the room gushing down on all its inhabitants. The naked humans were pushed cleanly to the floor and pinned there by the force of water. But they squirmed and frolicked and reached for one another even then, seeming to enjoy the pain of shredding water. The man against the wall stayed placidly immobile and held Phil forcibly up against the wall even as the water desperately pulled Phil down. Phil stared wide eyed at his captor, the man?s mane of red hair and black eyes locked solidly on him. He said something that Hilmes couldn?t hear over the deluge. And then he heard the huge man say in clear deep resonant civilized tones ?Baramiah.? Phil rasped something else out. Baramiah shook his head slowly, never breaking the stare, and declared with that shockingly educated voice ?You come to me.?
And then he dropped the man. His hands came down and his knuckles supported him in awkward swings toward the door.
?Its okay.? Hilmes said. ?He?s contained. That door is shocked from that side.?
Baramiah reached the door. And punched through it. He quivered once excitedly as the door fell and moaned something calm. He punched the door again. And then placed a plam on it tenderly.
?Sir ?. I swear I can explain. This was never meant to happen. I don?t ? I must have gotten the coordinates wrong. I?ll ??
?Hilmes. You?re a genius. He?s perfect.?
?I ? what? I mean ? Oh. Thank you. Sir.?
?Send a squad to contain him. And someone go pick up Phil. He?s cuddling with that strange girl.?
?Yes sir. Right away sir.?
The vibe I get from that is "This is what you get when you ask someone who is under the influence of 4 different illegal drugs to describe their first orgy." Don't get me wrong, it was well written and very engaging, but...wow. Also, I can't help but feel like that Phil guy was like..."mind raped" or something.
