“Look at her with her eyes like a flame. She will love you like a fly will never love you again.”

  Vi, knowing Eidren’s psi-presence was right there, closer in proximity than ever, an Aryssal realm record, abruptly turned her enigmatic smile away from cheers gurl and both physically, and psionically, puppeteer-shoved fangurl away as gently as she could, her eyes now locked, unmoving, from her love. Fangurl threw her head up and choked back the last drops of candyflip juice she couldn’t drink, and scurried away, letting them have their moment. Whatever fear that Eidren had of the fangurl was gone now.

  Dazey now triple interlaced the tracks, using her psionic manipulation of the many, many, many decks, far more than her arms could handle. So, in addition to the last two tracks which she artfully laid together, highlighting the strengths of each and phasing out weaker bits, she now turned off the vocals from Paradise Circus and dropped in a fresh new stream of audial bliss. Meanwhile she lit one of the precious cigarettes, which she obviously did not need to win a lottery for. I mean, she was the deejay.

  “Why can’t you want me like the other bois do? They stare at me while I stare at you.

  Why can’t I keep you safe as my own? One moment I have you, the next you are gone.”

  She eyed him up and down. They had given him a fresh fit, all the better to keep him presentable for this celebration, a polyester, long sleeved shirt, gray and old, to hide the blackened gauze underneath. Simple, form fitting, but loose and breathable, flexible, movable nylon cargo pants, but since there was no battle, there was nothing in the pockets. His feet were bare. But otherwise, he looked just like he did in the hallucinations- crooked nose, strong brow, soft but sturdy jaw. Messy locks of white hair finally no longer dirty after a good rinse, and smooth cheeks for her own to rub against, for elvans did not grow facial hair.

  And he gawked. She looked- she looked beautiful. So much more beautiful than the hallucinations. That halter top. Those leggings, oh those legs, that she folded together so demurely had folded beneath her together, sitting down to hook her elbow for the cheers. And- that tattoo! He felt hypnotized watching it swirl all along her, oh her waist… if there was one part of the gynous body that Eidren well and truly lusted for, it was the waist.

  She unfolded her legs as she stood up slowly, her eyes never leaving his gaze. He was dumbstruck. Oh, her figure! He knew she was fit, but like this, with the pieces she ripped out of her jumpsuit and patched back together, which took care to give little jolts now where they could to give her the absolute best posture, a bit uncomfortable, but it made her flex her miniscule bosom out so that Vilithe’s litheness just made her look like true elvan royalty. Her kundalini serpent unfurled all the way from her root chakras all the way up to her crown chakra, as she sauntered towards Eidren in a direct register, like a felid.

  Lots of couples and polycules were out right hooking up now, since most of them were naked they just went ahead and slipped it in, taking spots along the walls, while the rest were dancing rhythmically in unison, eyes closed, lost together in the submerging of their consciousness to the shared pleasure. She faded back a bit. Dazey decided to slow it down, chill it out, mellow, with a new song. Marathon, not a sprint, elvan.

  “What a beautiful face, I have seen in?this?place, that is circling?all around the sun.”

  And then, like the inevitable collapsing grasp of two intertwined stars caught in each other’s orbit, the interlock of gravitational mass field warps and folds of spacetime, they collapsed into each other’s arms in a real embrace.

  She squeezed the polyester and his skin under tight in a light pinch, pulled her lips close to his ears, and breathlessly whispered, “I can’t believe it, Eidren.”

  He clasped the back of her head, cradling the back of her head, treasuring her, smelling her hair, running his nose all down along the cornrow, making sure to scratch the tip of his nose lightly on each port, marveling at the fascinating perfection of her awesomeness, and said, “I can’t believe it too, Vilithe.”

  They were going to kiss for real this time.

  “And one day?we will die, and our ashes will fly”

  Dazey had somehow filled all the mids with lifting tones, filled all the highs with the dying, pulsating, dark star and white dwarf beat blinks, and filled all the lows with grinding bass, and all through those threads, how strangely it could all be woven together to balance it all out, all at the same time continuously, so organically it sounded almost like a singular production, for she had picked out all the best components of each song and stitched them back together, greater than the sum of its parts. An audial gestalt. Now, as parts of the track which she had extended were starting to finally overplay and fade out on her command, she brought in yet another song, merged seamlessly into the synchrony.

  “Did you know that I’m sick? Did you think I would quit? Did you think I’ll go home?”

  They pulled away from each other’s pointy ears, looked each other adoringly in the eyes and then kissed. Nothing too excessive, just kissed. It was timeless and otherworldly.

  This was the kind of love that everyone knew could fill the universe from the very beginning.

  The love seeking creation of new life.

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  The love of lovers.

  “Can’t you hear I’m sick? I’m lovesick. Can’t you hear it explode? Like my heart is quick.”

  Not three seconds passed before the tongues came out. It was hard not to expect it. As they pulled away for a moment, Vi made sure to bite Eidren lightly on the lower lip.

  “Can I listen in? Can you feel my beat? Can you feel the bass? Can you hear the clapping? Can you make it a sound? ‘Cause I want you happy.

  Vilithe tenderly put one hand on Eidren’s cheek.

  “Boo, I really thought this moment would never come.”

  He kissed her again, gently on the forehead, pulled away again and said, “Maybe it already did. It felt so real after-”

  “You don’t know me. You don’t know - anything - you don’t know me.”

  She shushed him with a finger to his lips. What was important was that they were at the same point in spacetime right here, right now. They had come a long way to be together.

  To ruin the moment, Jhynie sidled on up after grabbing Eidren in the ass, which he was almost used to at this point, but he shot her a glance of annoyance. She hovered, peeking her head over Eidren’s shoulder as if to say, ‘hey, what’s up’. Vi, psionically sensing it and then visually seeing it when Jhynie got all up in her grill gave Jhynie hate dagger eyes, which bore especially intense from dragonrider lenses, and so Jhynie threw her elbows over the necks of two fit Amallarkean hunks of soldiers and let them lift her, the Honored Huntress, away. She knew what Vi and Eid were up to, but she had also been eyeing the vassal knight all the way back home.

  “...Are you sure you’re gonna call back? When I’m calling up and all that?”

  As they continued to dance, they had nothing but the greatest anticipation for what they could do to each other once they reached the privacy of the hexcomb sleeping tube. It would be cramped, but it was a very common thing for vassals to share a sleeping tube.

  Now Dazey brought in the more urgent sounds, and faded out the chiller tunes, because it seemed like the parties had gathered.

  “Vi, those tattoos- they’re so pretty. I didn’t see them before on your faerie.”

  “Yeah?” She giggled, snuggled her body up closer to him to feel his quickly rising half chub. She nuzzled up to feel his jaw rub satisfyingly against her neck, tugged his earlobe lightly with just her lips before asking, “What about it?” The half chub was growing. Internally she cackled with glee and pressed it tighter to herself.

  Miz Dazey now interlaced another track, a bit more progressive, building up to a sense of longing, almost discomforting, that she was looking for. Oh! They were all rolling now. Just a need to simply be. An elvan be-in.

  Eidren was totally flustered, unsure how to and unable to respond. He was a virgin! But he had been around the hive enough to know about Ser Serun’s predicament.

  He tried to think about something that would calm him down. He thought of Vilithe’s Lower Jhiryese name. Vilithe’s name he’d always found beautiful, he had no frame of reference, and Weili just naturally became Vili in his mind instead of Willi, and he felt Kuli – Callethe – was a beautiful name too in its simplicity and steadfastness with such a crystalline and pure idea- endurance in the face of suffering, and growing in strength from enduring. He tried his best to edge, by thinking about the philosophical concept of suffering. Do not Serun out! Do not blow this!

  Minni let the wave roll out smooth, by mixing out the grindy remnants of Lovesick and replacing it with some funky, smooth, new melodies and components from a song that was completely fitting the current vibe.

  “It was dark and the moon was out. I wore the prettiest dress, and I couldn't wait to dance all night on the dance floor.”

  Vilithe, reading Eidren’s thoughts, found them boring.

  So, she pushed her tongue into his lips.

  Eidren wasn’t thinking about anything anymore, as he held her lightly by the ears to draw her gently deeper.

  She pulled away before it got too sloppy, her eyelids fluttering, her pupils fluttering too for that matter, and said, coyly,

  “Well, you know how my mouth feels now, Eidrie.”

  Eidren couldn’t even breathe.

  “Wanna know how-”, staring down at her finger as she traced it down the length of his bare body, letting it catch in the hem of his trousers, before snapping her eyes back up, staring him down mischievously, “-my… lips feel?”

  Wait, how is that different from- oh.

  Ohhh…

  He flushed greyish pink.

  Crave You - Flight Facilities x Giselle

  Need Talisa remind you?

  How Strange by FEATHERED SUN x Acid Pauli x Nu x Jo.Ke x Raz Ohara x Christopher Schwarzwalder. Wow, did there really need to be that many features?

  March of the Living

  Crave You - Flight Facilities

  Lovesick - Lindstrom x Christabelle

  ‘We’ve come a long, long way together, through the hard times and the good. I’ve got to celebrate you baby, I’ve got to praise you like I should.’ Coincidentally, in the corner, a group of elvans were dancing around in a circle, facing outwards, arms outstretched.

  Reconstruct - Photay x Seafloor.

  If fae meant hallucinatory, then faerie was short for an elvan’s psionic projection.

  Hypnotic - Vijay & Sofia Zlatko

  It couldn’t be avoided at first, but it was fine, Vi just waited for the refraction period to be done with and went for it again. It wasn’t a problem, Eidren had just lost his virginity, so it was short. Still quick bouts of course. He was new at this. It took some lunas for his… ‘stamina’ to level up. It went without saying that the vanilla positions were favored, Missionary and Doggystyle. Really it wasn’t so much a Doggystyle as it was a Reverse Missionary, as Vilithe would simply slump down to lay on her stomach, for she was incredibly lazy when it came to physical acts sometimes. Doing all the work was par for the course for the androus. Eidren preferred to look into her eyes anyway.

  His own Willy was ready to finally get some work done, after twenty-four long revolutions of being stuck to this idiot.

  Prettiest Virgin - Agar Agar