Shiva

I made my way back to The Desert last night. My Desert. Walking barefoot and dazed from this world to that one, over every terrain from here to there, until my feet met the cracked dry dirt of the desert floor that gradually turned to sand.

In my hand was your head, using it to drag your body. Effortlessly, as you had no weight to me. My hand had changed to grasp you easily, my fingers elongated and tipped to wrap under your chin and cradle your skull. You were passive, limp, possibly unconscious, just dragging behind me.

I had a faint memory of pulling you from your home to bring you here to my place.
There was a rage in me. Not the kind of rage that comes from human drama.  It was ferocious and primordial. The kind of rage a seed would be filled with in order to open.  Not any seed that could be found on Earth. A seed that comes only from this desert…or can only open here.

Once I felt the sand on my soles I stopped and heaved my torso. Six arms grew from my body. Three on each side, giving me a total of eight arms. The hand that held your head pulled you to the front me, facing my pelvic mound. My other arms then spread out around me, in all directions and suddenly each now held another version of you. But these versions were only a head, no body. Each one was another level of your psyche. These levels were unclear in the dream, but eluded to types of nature and nurture that create the process of growth and realization. All of the pieces of the mind that make it whole.

I pulled your attached head into me, pressing your mouth against my mound and began to masturbate with it. You were still unconscious at first, but quickly began to wake and immediately your tongue lapped at me hungrily. The long trip to this place left you nearly dead, and this hydration and nourishment was bringing you back to life.

And I came, I came like I did when I was so young and those parts of me first began to feel, hearing the orgasms deep in my body and with each strong thumping pulsing spasm within me I pulled another of your heads forward and into me; merging it with the one already feeding on me. One by one through waves of sharp orgasm I pulled each of those 7 versions in. With each one added, I came harder and harder until I thought I would explode, until I thought I could not feel anything more strong without truly breaking.  It felt as if they would literally break me in half.

In the end, with all of your heads merged into one body and one independent mind, I let go of my grip, and you stayed latched to me like a babe to a mother’s nipple. All of my arms grew long enough to meet the sand under me and just like in my other desert dream- something awaited me half buried there.  It was a glass cock. So beautiful and flawless. Forged from the sand through some massive strike of heat that moved through me into the ground.

With you now whole, still latched and devouring me, I slid it into me. As it passed my threshold I came like I have never cum before. It hurt so deep and real, I could feel cramps radiating and rippling outwards from my womb to my extremities, shattering things and changing things. Altering the form of the cells of my muscle and bone.

Into what- I don’t know- I woke before I could find out.

I woke up writhing and soaking wet. Convulsing with aftershocks of that breaking, pulsing pain all through me, with the sunrise peeking through my window.