Page 21 of Total Lunar Eclipse
Maybe I shouldn’t ninja peg his ass.
Although, it’s kind of hot and empowering to think about. What ifIwere the penis and everyone else was my vaginas. . .
Then I would know what it’s like to be the filler not the fillee. To be the sea cucumber and not the clam. To be hung like a horse-
“Oh shit, guys, I gotta show you something major. Actually minor,” I pun, remembering Vesta and Chiron when I thought ofhung like a horse. “Follow me.”
CHAPTER 10
SATURN
“What’s she thinking about now?”I ask Mars mentally.
His look says I really don’t want to know.
He lays a hand on my shoulder and opens himself up until the images inside his head pour into mine. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or just be relieved it’s him and not me, but there Zahra is, in human form, with a massive black cock, dressed in what must be a child’s ninja costume. She’s got Mars bent over a barrel that’s overflowing with some fizzy, brown liquid, and she’s fucking him in the ass.
Suddenly the image changes, and she’s standing there, now completely naked, with a sausage dangling between her legs, and she’s surrounded by men and women of all kinds, laying on their backs, with their legs spread. And where some sort of genitalia should be. . . are just a bunch of clams. Brief snatches of Zahra’s thoughts filter through my head, and she’s wondering the oddest things, but mostly how it would feel to have a dick.
“Now you see why I just agreed with her? Just makes shit easier becausethisis what we’re dealing with.”
I really don’t know what to say to this mental debacle, but her attention turns abruptly when she remembers something. She orders Mars and me to follow her and I wonder what she found. When Mars heard her calling, he assumed it was because she was in danger. Through their link, he could feel her fear and anxiety, but it had abruptly turned to astonishment and then hilarity. And finally, there was only unadulterated glee and that’s when we came upon her drawing cocks all over the Nodes’ skin. What was available, that is. The rest seems to be covered up in some hideous jungle cat print.
“Where are we going? And what’s wrapped around the Nodes?”
Not that I’m really concerned.
Any friend of Lina’s isnota friend of mine.
“I told you, to show you something big. And duct tape.”
Duct tape.
Fuck me, this woman is dangerous.
Mars and I follow her into a bejeweled cavern entrance. Immediately, I can sense Lina’s moon power and I halt my steps. Mars recognizes the same thing and also stops. Zahra looks back at us, confused, when we don’t continue.
“Oh, Lina’s not here. I checked. Plus, I don’t feel her. Bitchhole is hard to miss, ya know?” Zahra comments rhetorically.
I realize she’s right. I don’t feel Lina nearby at all. In fact, I can say with almost absolute certainty that’s she’s not even in this dimension. The question then is: where the hellisshe?
“Good question,”Mars seconds on our mental link.
“I was super sleuthy, in fact,” Zahra continues. “And that is how I found this.”
She says the last part in smug triumph, while showcasing a glittering cavern wall with a hole in it.
“What?” Mars asks with the same vexation that I’m feeling.
“You don’t feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“That tug?”
I can sense Mars trying to rack Zahra’s mental musing to figure out what the hell she’s talking about. I wonder if we’ll ever become fluent in her language. I hope not, because that probably means we’ve lost our minds. When the silence prevails, I ask the logical question:
“Why is there a hole in the wall?”
