I followed Christine’s precepts for six years. Her decision to end her hidden life led us up the mountain in thick fog. Our private chopper sliced through, rotors humming like whispered secrets. Leather seats cradled us, champagne flutes chilled in crystal buckets. At the peak, an ancient chapel stood, seal of millennial faith. Strange discoidal stelae dotted the path, blending Christian icons with pagan runes. We entered the dim, icy temple. Hinges screeched like tomb violators. Sparse stained glass cast miserly light on the altar. Heavy death air clung. Monastic statues loomed rigid, solemn.
I dedicated Christine’s advent with baptism’s seal. Stagnant holy water in the font? No. She needed life’s water, human essence. She beckoned my olive branch with a finger. Knelt before this modest gift. For a goddess, such debasement. Incarnated among men, she’d draw from them. Her hands worshipped. My frail sprig swelled to branch, then tree. To prove sincerity, her tongue polished the tree of life with merciful caresses. What god kisses humanity’s most impious? I writhed in jubilant spasms, mumbling disjointed alleluias. She stoked the fervor, fire for her apostolic life’s white anointing.
The Privilege
She bared the sacred ampoule. Lips velvet, she plucked it delicately, sucked greedily like a child’s candy. Hour of sacrament neared. Hands clasped, eyes heavenward, she humbled before me. Awaiting the holy chrism’s pearl, ardent, contained. Dignified, magnificent, hope of life’s victory over death. I became the Baptist, pouring desire’s nectar. Syrupy liqueur streamed her smooth forehead, white rivulets down fine nose curves, slipping between parted lips. No god communes thus with mortals. She’d dare what gods wouldn’t: give to men.
She invited me to her baptismal depths. August gesture, old as Herod. Christine as Cleopatra unveiled her Caesarean under semen-soiled toga. I, Moses, glimpsed the burning bush. Through lush vegetation, it urged the true faith’s path on her intimate furrow. I touched Promised Land’s shores. Probing south, gorges became valley, life’s river flowing. Jordan’s bed deepened as my tongue drank resolve. Submersion loomed. She gave her all, proclaiming: ‘This is my body, given for you!’
Flood receded, thirst quenched. She glided to altar, mystic, veiled in false modesty over callipygian curves. Ecstasy pills divine-ified senses. She’d reincarnate as host for infidels. Last pill on altar. Miracle: hand reversed, multiplied them endlessly. Arms in V to sky, solemn gravity. Throat roared: ‘Rise, sisters and brothers!’ Fiery aura flared. Doors burst. Storm raged outside, ochre skies, racing strato-cumuli. Holes pocked earth under stelae—ancestral tombs. Soil upheaved from within. Emptied. Pulse hammered.
Bell tolled. Inside, horror: spectral assembly on pews. Humanoid, wasted zombies. Flickering holograms. Dead risen to her call. They rose at her voice. I advanced. She offered eucharist chalice. Steps to altar legion-long. Silence religious. At steps, chalice in hand, turned to emaciated cadavers in rags. Paper-thin skin shredded to bones. Eyes mad or jaws grinning fangly. Holograms overlaid former selves: peasant, teacher, squire, shepherdess.
Imagined lives: smith’s wife pleasuring through nightgown slit, tenant vowing to sodomize lady, convent virgin dreading brute husband. Communion done. Christine bid me choir corner. Stood on altar. Ghosts gawked. Left hand undulated endless thigh, fingers to redeeming sex. Index delved delta’s birth—ankh cross of life. Women mimicked. Men triangled shriveled pride. Reincarnation miracle. Ghosts convulsed. Phalluses erupted from tatters. Women thrilled. Bodies reborn, youthful. No flicker. They leaped, shook limbs, voices echoed, tears flowed. Cum jets soiled stones. Women yielded rears. Benches toppled in frenzy.
The Excess
Hysteric mounted notable’s fruit, drained him. Girl tore corset, breasts mauled. I joined, stripped. Christine eyed my faith below belt. From pedestal, divinely arched, hands high on haughty ass, hips swayed hypnotic. Toga tore in flash. Naked, copper skin flamed. Lumbar glows rippled over languid belly waves, oriental dancer. Sex shadowed. We adored. Ignoring tributes, turned back, humbled to East. Squatted legs splayed, holy trinity glowed. Head between thigh vault, demonic smile. Raised pilgrim staffs delighted her.
‘Truly, one betrays me soon!’ Immobile fear. I rose: ‘Me?’ ‘You said it.’ Silence. ‘Scriptures fulfill—crucify now?’ Subversive eye. ‘Your ways inscrutable, faramineuse whore!’ Climbed altar. Flagellated offered ass. Slaps cracked moist skin. ‘No mercy, soldier! Turn other cheek!’ Palms savored oily bounce. Each smack, arched more, fury hole taunted. Madness. Plunged lance in hellgate. Free entry. Ripped bloody, pestilent screams. ‘By sperm, vice, holy sodomy—ascend in flesh!!!’
Frenzy engulfed. ‘Aaaah! Ooooh!’ from bass to soprano. Tenant chased lady. Virgin spread. Groups rammed. Wings from debauch. Slammed her on altar. Opened impossibly. Altar cloth soaked her floods. ‘Dreaming?’ ‘Finger if doubt!’ Fisted depths, blood-water gush. Thomas unbelief gone. Climax crashed. She enconed on holy rod, addressed: ‘Tonight, seventh heaven with me!’
Ondulating catlike. Feet: lady throned virile circle, double-penetrated, cum rains. Women gulped sins via every hole. Cloth shred soaked christic waters. Basin bucked to peak. Walls: fiery bas-reliefs, tantric acrobats sliding pillars. Geyser transcended.
Inundated, her Ascension. Stood arm skyward. Orgasm quaked. Lightning from hand. Roof gone, pillars shook. Explosion razed old walls. Fissures, blinding light. Coherent gone. Seventh heaven.
Awoke entwined on altar. Chapel intact, dusty pews empty ages. Salpetre walls cold void. She shivered in wool sleeves. Embraced bare shoulder. Wordless. Lover’s hangover. Her firemouth fringed desolate. Cold drove descent. Past stelae. Paused, illuminated. She laughed: ‘No cemetery! Tourist props for big kids like you!’
