The stone erections

The uniformed militiaman was less than nothing. A weak-willed simpleton who’s neck snapped like a twig in my grasp. At least he provided me with a meal, sating my thirst for the evening, before I discarded his lifeless dessicated body into the harbour. However, I cannot even thank him for that. He was keeping me from my beloved. I knew exactly where she was though. I could sense her, feel her heat, smell her, hear her. She was like a great beacon calling to me, and I would never lose her again. I stepped carefully into view suddenly seeing she who I had been seeking for centuries.

“Allatu”, I said simply and held my hand out, and was surprized to see her shrink back, away from me. She did not know who I was! Could it be?

I stepped back carefully and reached out with my mind to calm her down, calling her to follow me then she was sliding out of the car as lithe and graceful as she had been in the courts of Kashmir. My heart if it could still beat would have paused. She was beauty incarnate. She was my twin. She was... something was wrong. I sensed her thoughts. They were not those of Allatu. Somehow, this was not quite the Allatu I knew and loved, and yet she was. She had been reborn!

Quickly, I must get her from here and restore her to the glory that she once was.

Jeni somehow knew the man she saw in this strange dream as he extended his hand, chivalrous and strong. She took it and they walked on into the night, as if he was leading her onto the dance floor. She felt no cold or pain as she stepped across the wall through a field in the dark. Nothing hurts you in a dream she thought idly, and continued her stroll with this, the most important man she had ever known. Somehow in this dream, he was her husband, or her brother, not the other one, Youseph, and Jeni was far happier about that. Jeni was not troubled by sharp stones, or the wetness of the grass. It was almost as if they were walking above the surface of the ground.

Somehow, in the middle of the next field there were a ring of perfect stones standing straight and tall. Her beloved led her through a form of arched gate towards a large divan covered in silken sheets at the centre, and she was more than delighted to lie back on it and look up at him, not even considering how their clothing had disappeared while they walked, only welcoming him as he lowered himself on top of her, his hard cock sliding home inside her as if it was the only cock that she was ever meant to hold to herself. This was fate. This was perfection. He leaned over her and Jeni arched her back, their naked torsos meeting for the first time and yet somehow she knew they had always been together. Two halves of the one body. Their skin, Jeni observed was exactly the same tone, but where Jeni was soft and curved, her darling was hard and muscular. She felt him move against her and she responded by mirroring his thrusts with hers as if she knew his moves intimately before he would make them. She sensed his immense power, but also the great care and tenderness he was taking with her and she loved him all the more for it.

He lowered his beautiful face to hers, then turned aside from the kiss, to bury it in her neck, delighting her yet further with his hot breath and the exquisite passion it excited in her.