1. Butterfly Beach XVI: Rebirth


    Date: 8/26/2024, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: sprite, Source: LushStories 

    I died. And yet I didn’t. Death was not what I expected. There was no tunnel, no light, no choir of angels nor a pearly gate. I found myself floating, untethered. Drifting, slipping in and out of dreams that may have been visions or perhaps glimpses of what transpired while I slept...

They, whether visions or dreams, felt life-like, sometimes stimulating a particular sense – sight, sound, scent, taste, or touch, sometimes singularly and sometimes all at once.

At times I tasted the sweet taste of nectar upon my tongue. At others, the tempting taste of lust berries until I was awash in ecstasy, memories of my time on the island with my human companions slipping through my thoughts or my alien lover, Isshu, memories of pain mingled with pleasure flooding my nervous system. And Prel, his bestial strength and the violence within him calling to my own primal needs.

Often, I felt the flutter of wings, or the brush of gentle touches from my brethren, the giant butterflies whom we named the beach we had washed up upon. At others, I could hear and feel the warm breezes upon which they floated or hear the waves and smell the ocean.

And more than once I could see the island through their multifaceted eyes, watching as the seasons turned. Summer to autumn. Autumn to winter. Winter becoming spring. And spring changing slowly back to summer. It seemed I watched the years pass, glimpsing changes both subtle and momentous. I watched as great storms raged across the isle. I ...
    ... observed as a band of the lizard folk who had captured us confront Prel and I watched as they lit great pyres for their dead the next day. I watched As Isshu floated listless in the pool where we had consummated our needs and lusts on so many occasions. I saw everything. Or perhaps the visions were the product of vivid hallucinations. Sometimes I glimpsed visions of the strange cavern I had discovered and the crystals within it. It seemed important, somehow, but the thought would slip away before I could solve its riddle and my memories would take over. The cave we’d discovered and taken shelter in. I could see the face of Emma and feel her soft kisses upon the tips of my nipples. I could taste her sex on my tongue and feel the passion growing within me. I could hear her moans as I fed from between her fleshy thigh and as she fed from me… at those moments, the secrets of the island faded into obscurity as I was, once more, cocooned in slumber, sleeping through what I suspected here not mere days, but months perhaps. Perhaps longer…

More seasons passed. I began to feel again. Not the sensations caused by my visions, but something more real. I felt my heart beat. My pulse throb. I felt the stirrings of both pleasure and pain as my flesh and bone began to miraculously heal, the vestiges of the monster that I had been turned into upon theEye of Thermistobefore this never-ending dream had taken me…

And then, everything changed and I awoke...

Or rather, I rejoined the physical ...
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