“… be wounded by your own understanding of love, and bleed willingly and joyfully.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Agony of Ecstasy 14
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The carriage pulled behind the grandstand, a pavilion-like structure built on an old terrace of stone walls and packed earth now cleansed and manicured to erase the accumulated years of seasonal despair. The band in their crisp uniforms played traditional songs; some bright to lift the feet in dance and some bawdy to match the moods that pranced around slinging beer and merriment to the trampled ground.

Cezar opened the door and bowed to the Duchess in waiting. When he was fully upright in his resplendent persona, his hand caressed the Lady Drăgana’s wrist as his fingers sought her palm.  There was Alexandra’s pause and then her head lifted from her hesitant step. Amber eyes alight with marigold flecks in the morning light took in the imminent face of Cezar. Onyx and cinnamon orbs drilled her with the intensity of a wolf lording over a yearling rabbit. The rabbit felt the panting of a hungry wolf on her hot cheeks that turned to fuschia pink. She reveled in his uplifted gaze as she felt the stairs of the carriage sway to her steps. Now on the ground, he towered over her.

She took in his breath on her face. The pink hotness of her cheeks spread to her neck and décolletage. Now the scent of his fine woolen jacket and damp morning air mingled with the feral scent from his proud chest. The world faded from Alexandra’s captivated eyes. She saw only the man who appraised her with a quiet shift of his eyes from her pupils, to her mouth, back to her eyes and then her breasts. She felt a rolling tension in her stomach as hunger registered on this beast of a man who held her hand as if it were a newly bloomed Bulgarian rose with thorns against his fingertips.

At that moment their eyes sought each other in mutual infatuation, the rabbit became an alpha she-wolf. Her chest lifted as she straightened herself in defiance of Cezar’s domination of her. With his eyes now rising back to her face, she wished she had round, full breasts like Dari’s. Maybe he would linger with her longer, she thought. She melted a tiny bit and her back felt moist as the Viscount smiled. He never smiled without reason. There was no lack of sincereness in his countenance now. Did he catch her scent? Did he know of her excitement at his touch and under his gaze?

“My dear lady, Cezar began in his thick and slow baritone; it is time for your ascendancy. I must tell you a few things before we start and Dari will assist you in the ceremony. This is your time, we have all waited a long time for today and now we wait no more.”

Behind the stone pavilion and sheltered in the shade of a beech tree, The Duchess in waiting listened as the Viscount explained the events to take place just moments away. Behind her, the band churned the air with happy melody as a belly dancer in loose undulating black and yellow bumblebee pants and honey breasts tormented the shouting men, amused the giggling children, and lifted an envious passion in the women keeping a protective watch on the stupefied gaze of their men.

Alexandra thought only how his stone stare and meandering voice made harsh love to her eyes and ears. His staccato breath teased her hot cheeks. She toyed with her hair and shifted her stance and prayed the itching burn in her inner thighs would ease and spare her further torture.

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85 thoughts on “The Agony of Ecstasy-Scene 14

  1. Wowser! This was a delicious read. In particular a few things that I loved – your description of eyes, the paragraph painting the scene with the belly dancer, and the strong sexual tension and animal parallels. All beautifully woven and yes you love your adjectives but there are worse problems, and nothing a little fine tuning can’t help with if your editors see fit.

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    1. Hi Lauren! So happy to see you over here with so much going on back home. Hope you are having a wonderful Holiday and back up to your training. You do see the areas I had hoped would find some interest. I thank you for that. LOL, since Victoria’s admonition of my allowing the adverbs and adjectives to overpopulate my story, I’ve ensured that each sentence have no more than ten of each. It’s an addiction which requires a ruthless editorial process. I’ll leave that to the pros and in the mean time try hard to concentrate on the overpopulation problem. But first, some celebratory Snoopy dancing for your visit.

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      1. Hi Daniel, thank you for the warm welcome! And vigorous Snoopy dancing. 😀 It’s been a lovely holiday time so far and hope the same for you and yours.

        Haha! Your rich, descriptive style is what your readers love, too – a little touch with the editing wand and it will be perfectly magical.

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  2. The itching burn in her inner thighs eh?

    As a professorial type person might say just before turning into a vampire hunter (with no phone booth to dash into to change in this era of mobile phones), “This looks like a job for… Kama Sutra.”

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    1. Indeed, it seems Alexandra is a deeply sensitive and intimate person inside that hard body exterior. I wonder if Sherrielock’s magic mushroom elixer would help with that itching burn?

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      1. Well, I don’t know about her itching burn but it certainly might help her tablets and her smart phones in looking bright and shiny when Cezar and Dari aren’t around in person to help her overcome her itching burn.

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        1. Thankfully, you can travel at the speed of highly misdirected electrons and still get here without getting a speeding ticket. When the internet collapses from the sheer weight of predatory imperialist profiteers, I’m going to have serious angst and withdrawal pains.

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    1. Awww, you caught me before I edited it. Thank you so much Rene. I do think Cezar and the Duchess are going to get along fabulously. The old magic between them seems to grow stronger with every encounter.

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        1. Thank you Rene. Your support inspires me to bring my A+ game to this story. Things get kicked into high gear this weekend and I’m hoping to raise the bar a little higher. Come on back, park your bike, and dive right in whenever you’re ready. 😎

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                1. In all fairness, I must confess to a minor setback. I awoke at 2:47 am with my laptop on my lap and 78 pages of what appears to be resting finger on keyboard syndrome. I’ll edit that part out even though I’m truly curious as to what happened under all those ‘J’s. A pint of good coffee should get me back on track.

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                    1. I’m playing some Rocky theme songs, watching Viking history on YouTube, and quaffing mass quantities of dark roast coffee. I’m ready to get back in the writer’s octagon cage and do some adverbial smackdown! RAWRRR 🤓. What’s your day like so far? 😜

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                    2. I love lazy days. I am in the calm before the storm at the moment. We are supposed to get a little snow dusting this weekend but I suspect it is going to be liquid snow. I’m going to hone my razor sharp pen on a little bit of God Emperor of Dune by Frank Herbert, then it’s Show Time for Alexandra. If all goes well you should be able to read her tonight with a good wine.

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                    3. I’m so glad you enjoy this tale. It’s one that seems dictated more than imagined. It has a deep personal history with me that covers a good portion of my life. It is fiction to be sure but so many elements of it are like threads in my tapestry that I pull out to weave this story. That you find it fascinating and compelling is a validation of those threads pulled free and given new life. I’m definitely inspired to share this epic tale of Alexandra’s fate.

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  3. Well done piece, very lyrical but …
    Ah, I love “but” thing 🙂
    As the part of writing in a bigger text it works for me – I love poetical prose 🙂
    My personal opinion – too many adjectives in one sentence. This what makes the writing beautiful ( I get it) and in the same time makes it difficult too (not always, but sometimes).

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    1. Thank you Ray. LoL, that but thing is such fun isn’t it? I agree with you. I noticed it was getting worse as I go along. I haven’t done much editing and normally, I clean up the text a lot more, “but,” I have gotten sloppy with this story. I’m positive I will get a real “butt” chewing from my editor for all the adverbs and adjectives that are totally unnecessary and gum up the works. Your honesty is always appreciated amongst us dragons. 😁

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    1. Hi Sara, I was just visiting your new story and already captivated with the first chapter. You are hitting home runs left and right now. I’m so happy you liked that part of Alexandra’s story. Alexandra is a tough girl but she has one achilles heel and that is her confidence to hold Cezar’s attention. I’m sure he is just playing it cool.

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            1. It’s my favorite part too. They have to work it all out each time. I planned to make this a trilogy where this part in the present will go back to the origins and then the future until they finally achieve the right to grow old together and the cycle of violence and separation is ended. I’m hoping it will be a good story people will want to read.

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  4. You always amaze me with that brain of your’s. Hugs, hope all in well on the home-front.Wrist healing nicely after surgery but suffering with severe vertigo and no answers why. It may be related to the orbital bone fracture. Another doctor appt. on the doctor hamster wheel. 🙂

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    1. That vertigo thing gets a lot of people, myself included. I do hope you get that worked out too and glad to hear you are healing up from that fall. Gravity is hard on us sometimes. Thank you for the reblog M!

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  5. Just wow! So first of all, “Bulgarian roses”. Yes, my country boasts growing one of the best. And that sublime tension between the two in those fleeting moments of interaction… I’ve been left speechless. Not to mention the poem at the end – imaginative and rhythmic all the way through. What an amazing chapter!

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    1. Thank you so much K. This was my way of letting you know how you have inspired my writing. I first learned of Bulgarian Roses in 1991 and I was surprised to learn that Bulgaria is the largest exporter of the essence of roses used in the beauty industry. Then of course, I just love how you integrate lyrics and poetry in your book, Identity. I’m not much of a poet but I don’t mind trying. This chapter needs a lot of editing but, I thought the connection between Cezar and Alexandra is special, and readers should see and feel it too. I’m so happy you liked it.

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            1. I think character focus is perfectly fine. It depends really. I try to develop the scene when I feel it’s important to the story but once the characters begin interacting, the scene fades in description but not in the reader’s mind. I think most editor’s would go with minimum description but, I am a very visual person so I just like having it in the story.

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  6. I can’t come close to your poetic prose…but I’ll give it a shot this week with another update…so much to learn just from your style alone…”She took in his breath on her face. The pink hotness of her cheeks spread to her neck and décolletage. Now the scent of his fine woolen jacket and damp morning air mingled with the feral scent from his proud chest. ” These beastial, sultry descriptions seem to be beyond the scope of my imagination…feral indeed. I can taste the musk.

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    1. Awesome! Thanks Bro for the vote of confidence. I use these feral clues because I want to tie Alexandra and Cesar to their Wolf society. For Paul and Akira, you need a different set of rules. I thought you did a great job of making Paul and Akira seem authentic and real but just a little tweak of Akira’s AI and Paul’s expanded consciousness could allow from some very ethereal things happening. Like maybe the toaster could blow up or something at just the right moment. 😎🚀

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      1. I’m tweaking…I’m tweaking…in all senses of the word…thanks for the suggestion…I want to avoid the cliché but the cliché seems unavoidable…You use those feral clues really well btw…maybe Paul’s chess computer will refuse to play…I’ll meditate on this…constructive criticism is always the best…will post soon…you keep up doin’ your doggie style thang…

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        1. LoL 😂 Life is a string of clichés connected together in real time. I always try to add some humor in those difficult moments of pornotica. Some sort of AI glitch or nannite functionality in unexpected ways would be fun. Maybe, I’ll have Alexandra and Cezar discover they both like Japanese rope play and Dari walks in while Alexandra is tied up and dangling upside down from the ceiling and Cezar is spanking her bootie with his pool noodle. Dari hurries out and returns with more rope. What do you think? 😳

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  7. Man, you are a romanticist! Beautiful descriptions of each person, and you convey the passion better than anyone. “appraised her with a quiet shift of his eyes from her pupils, to her mouth, back to her eyes and then her breasts…” Yeah, that’s how a wolf of a man would do it, with no embarrassment, no shame in that deep scrutiny. Did he catch her scent? I did! I can smell those juices dripping and flowing filling my nostrils with pheromones… I don’t believe her small breasts will be a hinderance at all…not at all…when did this scientist become such a classic romanticist I wonder? Great writing, Hype. I’m taking notes.

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    1. Love this Wolfen Meister comment, Bro. While I strive always to be a gentleman, I think the way a man and woman show their interest in one another when the magic is there is such a beautiful choreography. Women are often quite subtle. We male bipedal hominids must first learn to listen and observe looking for the tiniest clue before we put our foot in our mouth and beg to be emasculated for our ignorance. Glad you enjoyed this. We are ramping up very quickly to the conflagration in the story. You won’t have to wait for the action and adventure much longer.

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        1. I did throw this out before any real editing was done. My poetry was a kind of an unskilled experiment. Not sure that works but I have plans to try to expand the linear writing path I’m currently on to a more non linear path like the book Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. A movie was made from the book and the scenario fits Alexandra’s story well. My INFJ personality serves me well as does my science background where deep dive analysis in a disciplined way is important. I notice stuff and study it. Basically, all I know about women was taught to me by women. I learned all about dilating pupils and subtle shifts of eyes as well as a million other things during field study. I loved that job.

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            1. LoL, my X taught me the most important things like don’t smear the lipstick, mess up the perm, or rip the $500 partydress off of her until after the first year, learn to chop wood without a shirt, and avoid whisker burns below her navel. She also taught me it’s okay to throw my clothes on the floor as long as I pick up after she signals a time out. It’s the little things that add up. Of course, she is my X because she got tired of me bringing home my dirty laundry from deployments. Some sort of arboreal creature snuck into my dufflebag and when he popped out at her and scampered up her skirt she tapped out and I was DQ’d for flagrant violation of house rules.

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                1. This is true. I remained in my caveman stage and she advanced to Elfen Queen. Being Irish, I’m certain a Leprechaun was responsible for the mischief she endured. But to be honest, we are still friends and she is still one hell of a woman and my eccentricity is still locked in at the caveguy stage of development. I found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after she left which pissed her off even more, muwaaa haaa haaa!

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                    1. Sadly, I told her over and over again to just trust me. I was putting in the time to make myself a wise corporate entity with the savvy of Son Tzu. But, in her desire to be a gentleman’s wife, she could not see how my incessant need to bruise her buttocks was going to pay off for her. She confessed she liked playing her part but she couldn’t live on orgasm alone. She left for the promise of quick life insurance payments and I became the scientist with caveman humor, which was so rare, I was kept around and promoted only for my entertainment value. I’m working on building my first Cybrid now and once the testing is over, I think the real money is in the porn industry. Just think of being an agent for a performer that is self teaching, has no scruples, and doesnt wear out after 8 hours of continuous physical exercise while listening to terrible music. I’ll make a gazillion dollars.

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