Sasaya's cleansing love

"You will see!" she exclaimed. "You are already seeing... What do you see?"

"I see sand drifts and a gloomy sunset over mesquite," I said slowly, like a man slipping into a trance. "I see the sun setting on the western horizon."

"You see the vast prairies to the shining cliffs!" she cried. "You see the sunset-colored spires and the golden dome of the city?! You see..."

Suddenly, night fell. A wave of darkness and unreality crashed over me, swallowing everything except the woman's voice, commanding, firm...

A sensation arose that space and time were melting. It seemed I was swirling over bottomless

chasms, buffeted by a cosmic wind. And then I was looking at ghostly clouds, swirling and glowing.

Robert Howard, "James Allison" cycle, The One Who Walks from Valhalla.

I had often recalled past lives since I began speaking of them. Time and again, I relived battles and death, joys and sorrows, saw lush fields and terrible wastelands, dense forests. All the places where, for the first time in each life, a woman granted me the heat of merging into one. Each time, she came to me from different clans and lineages, sometimes distantly related to me. And I was each time of a different kind, dialect, stature, and strength, but often perished without experiencing battle, a feeble cripple. And so, when I died, a one-legged invalid about whom future mystics would write, I was reborn again into a family of occultists, whose rituals once more gave me the chance to see past lives and all the expanses beyond the light. My twin sister, dark-haired and a strong bitch from early childhood, was always by my side in everything, lively and vigorous. Soon I became the same, and from our wheelchairs, we engaged in constant competition in everything and for everything. In one thing, she was ahead of me; she always got everything she wanted with her temper, teasing me for my "softness." Therefore, when our unruly natures made us lonely in society, she suffered more and even withdrew.

Soon it became clear to me what the matter was. She craved passion, just like I did, but everyone feared and respected us; no one dared approach her. Until this day. When I was calming down, looking at a photo of the cute flirt Karpikha, as my twin called her, my sister boldly entered my room and unceremoniously jumped onto the bed, shedding her sundress on the way without the slightest shame or any clothing underneath. How beautiful she was, full hips and a stripe of black hair on the smooth triangle above moist petals, fair skin and small cups of breasts with protruding stone-like berries. Her lips pressed into mine, she threw a leg over me, standing on the bed and guiding my virgin flesh with her fingers into her very womb. Moaning and crying out triumphantly, looking at me with the eyes of a cowboy who had mounted a wild mustang, she flowed with hot moisture from which I simply soared and awkwardly moved to meet her. The dream had come true, I had known a woman, but she turned out to be my little sister. There was no protest, for I guessed the reasons for this and was glad of it,

When we were sated about two hours later and had tried all the variations seen on websites and in our parents' magazines, she led me to the shower, where we washed and went to sleep in one bed. Later, she confessed to me that she had wanted me more than anyone else, for she too had undergone that ritual and seen past lives, and knew who she was. This was my eternal companion, the one who first made me a man in all lives. And she said, stretching contentedly and licking her lips languidly after I had nourished her with my seed in the morning: "We are together forever, as I wished upon you when I was a priestess in Stygia during the fall of Acheron before the birth of the Hyborian kingdoms, and you were then Tarkon the Strong Nomad, sweeping away the Stygian host—you are all mine, and I am yours. No affairs or events can change this, and we also need not fear having children; we cannot have them from each other by the terms of the spell, but our passion is tireless." Then she lay her braids on my stomach and her head on my chest, throwing a leg over me, as she had done in all times, always in thickets and prairies, beds and beaches.