With chain-reaction eruptions, neither a whimper nor a bang, the world shattered—was finally remade whole…on a Tuesday. July fifth, 2022, at Cern, was the day the greatest minds of the world proved the lunatics correct. The quest for the Higgs Boson produced unfathomable results that exposed the ignorance of scientific hubris. Perhaps it would have been better if the Hadron Collider hadn’t been built on a Ley Line nexus.

Twenty-three years ago, scientists unwittingly reestablished the antediluvian balance. The spidery lines of energy surged once more, pulsing through the pyramid belt, racing through the sacred sites, forever altering, restoring the world. Oceans boiled, volcanoes erupted, fault lines tumbled, and all electronics ceased functioning. Governments toppled overnight. Millions perished, the survivors warring and raiding among themselves.

Technology, the industrial ages, pushed the true nature of the world into darkness. Every mechanized advancement thrust the mystical balance further back. The eruptive reawakening of the Ley Lines nullified humanity’s tinkering with the cosmic balance. The calamity revealed all. Ogres, dragons, fey, and things that go bump in the night reemerged and retook their ancient places in the world, and bump they did.

It wasn’t all bad. Humanity lost its narcissism and ceased bickering over trifles. Survival in a harsh, wild world required cooperation. Alien flora, factually proving the Voynich manuscript, appeared, providing me with an excellent career as an apothecary.

I lived in a small settlement on the outskirts of the Celeste forest. Without pollution mucking up the atmosphere, the wilderness returned with vengeance. Tinted azure, the twisted, wonder-filled wood was also home to the Celestes. Some Loremasters claimed they were magical creatures, the elves of old; others opined beings from another dimension. Feared and shunned, their presence tinted the region in azure, dreamlike gossamer. I was trespassing in their domain in search of herbs to ply my trade. Wolf’s-bane to keep the lycanthropes at bay, sage to ward off demons, and other sundries are readily found within their territory.

My main quest was for Blissvine, a wild, narcotic flowering vine with medicinal, euphoric, and aphrodisiac qualities. While I use the flowers for medicinal potions, I enjoy stripping nude, chewing on the vines, and losing myself in sexual ecstasy. I loved the orgasms its influence induced.

In that state, wavering, erotic dreams manifesting around me, I wandered the forest, masturbating, orgasm after orgasm consuming me, fucking myself, humping everything in sight. Lost in lust, my entire body a throbbing erogenous zone, I aimlessly meandered; that is when I saw her.

Bone-white, albino skin, smooth and glistening, long, fine hair, and piercing, deep blue eyes without pupils marked her as a Celeste. Her frail, lithe figure was barely covered in a chainmail bikini top; a leather loincloth hung from her waist. Her full, blood-red lips, stained from Blissvine, parted as she moaned. Blue, smoky tendrils, wispy fogs of passion, emanated from her as she fingered herself, oblivious of me. I suddenly understood why their presence painted the land blue. Her hands burrowed between her legs, sing-song, alien cries of passion matching her lusty movements.

Enthralled, I stared, my fingers mimicking her motions. She was beautiful, sexy, and timeless. Passion welled up inside me; my human moans creating a chorus to hers. Suddenly, those blue orbs fixated on me. I felt her, felt her lust, her soul!

“Love me?” she said in a heavily accented speech. “Please, love me.”

Nodding, I approached her. She smiled, tongue licking over bluish-white teeth. Crawling to her, feeling fiery explosions of lust through my body as we touched, we kissed deeply, torridly, her cold tongue probing my heated mouth. Moaning together, our hands explored each other’s bodies. Her flesh was supple, erotic, sensually alien, and mine burning hot.

Her languid tongue licked at my face, then she gently guided my head over her breasts, toward her dripping cunt. Her juices smelled of lavender, tasted like wildflower honey. I greedily licked up and down her hairless slit, delighting in her musical, impassioned moans.

I felt her hand on my shoulder and looked up. “Join,” she purred.

Her hand felt smooth against my bare flesh, startling me as it seemingly melded to my body.

“What are you doing?”

“Join,” she soothed. “We feel together. Lick me; love me.”

At first, a trickle of passionate sensation, then a flowing stream, and finally an all-consuming river of pleasure flowed from her touch and filled my insides. I could feel all of her, her lust, her passion, and her pleasure. I smiled as comprehension dawned; I could feel what she felt.

Redoubling my efforts, my tongue savored her juices. Feeling her sensations, her wants, and desires, we quickly found a perfect rhythm. Licking her from asshole up to her engorged clit, my tongue swirling from side to side sent shivers through both our bodies. Two fingers inserted into her pulsing snatch, another probing her back door, pushed us both over the edge of orgasm. The pleasure I gave her reverberated through my body. I wasn’t only making love to her; we were joined, one. I felt what she felt, moaned in unison with her.

Her orgasm rippled through me in sync with her gyrating convulsions. My body quaked with hers as the world went away, replaced with exploding stars and firelight. It was an alien, otherworldly, cosmic orgasm, unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

When our vision cleared, she gently laid me back, parting my legs. “Now I join you,” her lusty smile indicated her intent. My spreading thighs confessed mine.

Feeling my desire, experiencing the rapture of my aching cunt, she licked and fingered me to another, more intense, orgasm. My cum shot out of me, drenching her lapping tongue. Our mutual cries of pleasure, as she experienced the intensity of an earthly human’s release, set the exotic birds to flight.

We held each other afterward, few words spoken.

“Tomorrow,” she said as she stroked my bare breast. “Want more?”

I nodded; I did.