Dawn meets Dawn

The dark road felt specially lonelly without Myrian and Nathan. You miss their laughter and jokes, their witty remarks and sometimes wise council. For the first time in a long time you are alone, the quintessencial necromancer, solitary in his pursuit of unholy knowledge and power.

You called no enchantment to speed your travel, no charm to ward the weather. There was a chilly misty, as sometimes happened just before dawn. You are weary, but it was easy to ignore, you felt a growing dettachment from your body. You were coming to realize it was just a simply husk, an instrument to feel pain, pleasure and the passage of time. And more, the metalic touch of the mystical dagger, the burdensome weight of the ancient tome. These also were no different from your body, vessels holding a higher truth.

The mists begin to part, and the skies grow red. Birds begin to chirp. You are still cold, the long road didnt take you anywhere. Without any need, you pause to see the sunrise. A hooster heralds its imminent arrival once, twice, three times. Your heart is racing for some reason, you find yourself holding your breath in antecipation. Orange, purple, like a magnificent peacock Nature shows you Dawn´s true beauty, until you can see nothing but a sea of blue and white.

The clouds feel like cotton at your feet, the wind like Nathan´s sweet caress. Your hand feels sick, heavy, the dire cost of holding the Stygian Dagger. You see a silver lining trailing from your projection, all the way down to your entranced body down to Earth. But that isnt the path you are about to take.

The Sun shines magnificently over you, and you feel no shame or fear. Your clothes, mere figments of imagination, vanishes under the solar scrutinity. You close your eyes, but that cant stop you from beholding purity. You take the first step in its direction.

"Dawn..." it is a gentle, motherly whisper in your mind "Long I have sought, but always your presence was obfuscated. But now you are here, back with me" it was a truth, but not your truth. You take another step, and the whisper is gone

A husky smell came next, the odor of a predator that immediatedly conjures memories of your debauchery, your ****, your shame. The animal´s pawns scratch your flesh, but this time you react, thrusting with your dagger in the direction of your unseen aggressor. Surprisingly you dont feel panic nor annoyance, nor pride in holding such a terrible weapon.

It was curiosity, the yearn desire to brave the unknown that **** you to strike.

A soothing sense of gratitude assails you next, a honey flavored aroma so sweet that only Myrian would dare wearing it. Her body forms from your very shadows, and its silky touch sparkles eletricity through your ethereal body. One kiss and it would all be lost. One kiss that never comes, for the shadow of your mentor holds you just as dearly, and gently set you back on your chosen path.

You have no name for the Entity that now stands in front of you. He isnt large, but he occupies your entire eyesight. The pudgy legs are old, gnarled, like an old men, his torso a sculture of well defined muscles, his arms are bare boned thin, and his face holds the innocence of a child. His hands, monkey paws in fact, hold a white cup, and on this cup a milky nectar. "Drink" he says.

"No" you answer him. He doesnt command you again, but his presence shall be fleeting, intuitivelly you know it wont last longer than Dawn. You hurry not, letting your mind, soul and desires sort thenselves.

It has been a long journey, since you divined from a gravedigger´s mind the location of your grandfather´s grave. A long journey, just to arrive at the proverbial beginning, at Dawn. The idea that holds your mind is so twisted that for a moment you doubt your sanity, but once your mind is set your will is done. You have no floor to kneel, but you find a divine scrotum in your hands, and begin to worship it gently. You roll back its skin, its hardness growing by the moment, and lay a kiss on its multicolored head. it tastes mundane, even when you suck it hole. In your mouth it grows even further, until you find a fine example of cock between your lips, a meaty saussage that you can gnaw and bite and gain only groans of pleasure.

You utter the same enchantment you did back at the beginning, miserly comparing the gravedigger to this mythical entity. His parts were ever changing, it was just his cock that remained the same erect tauntness that hit your throat time and again. Perhaps it did last just a few moments, or perhaps it was a full day, but eventually you felt the gush of sperm fill your mouth, and with it the fantastic memories of this entity, Life and **** with Sun eyes. You couldnt possibly take it all, and you could feel the mysteries sliding down your face, smearing your skin.

You come to mind kneeling in front of an unknow man, mimicking the same felatio that earned you secrets previously unknown to mankind. He was a chubby man, but his cock was a mouthful, and his human warmth was a welcome change. It was degrading, but the joy you felt for being alive made it alright. You feel the first gushs of cum, and you let it go, letting it spray like a beautiful milky fountain.