This was not a dream turned in to reality but a fantasy of carnality being lived by Giantuvis, as he made use of the goddess of lust and desire, Mar Vaglia to fulfill his every smutty illusion that spared no act regardless of weather it bore decency or not; for this was not of the topic. For Mar Vaglia and Giantuvis were of a mind to carry out all that had been in their inner being while their minds created other possibilities for their bodies to realize as his tongue and root did not spare Mar Vaglia's rose or any other place where sensual arousal might be obtained; as he and she were implicated in what could be hailed as a war of sensuality. All as if in a struggle in which both would constantly emerge victorious in its numerous climatic points, where actions mimicked those of typhoons for intensity and the devastation they were taking upon their emotions.
Mar Vaglia, for her part had become as any mortal woman would in her sighs of ecstasy as this was the lust she had always longed to feel aimed at her as opposed to simply coming from her. She feeling penetrations in to her very being that went beyond the body she had presented herself on to Giantuvis and in to the foundations of the deity, she in fact was. A sensation it was of being ripped apart by the lighting bolts of Zeus yet the emotional drainage went beyond as she experienced even what the deities in Mount Olympus had not been able to deliver on her in their powerful yet calculating ways of copulating. She had given all her lust to Giantuvis who had taken it and was returning it in full, for his desire was inspired purely out of the need to return it to whom required it the most.
Mar Vaglia, in fact experiencing her own power to the point that slight hesitation went about her that she perhaps had yielded too much of what was hers yet it was with crazed ambition that her sexuality was being assaulted to her delight which would not be quenched regardless of how much she was made to groan. This as all the while she held on to the branch of a tree as if her very immortality were dangling from it. It being such a sensation that elevated all of her senses to points unknown as she lost contact of her own actions or words she uttered, in what at times seemed a dread that she might actually loose her existence and be cast in to oblivion yet this held little regard as she was involved in a war in which their would be only conquerors.
Giantuvis, had lost conscious of who he was as he took the goddess he had grown to adore as well as fear yet neither held him captive, as he delivered back the lust he had obtained, on to she who in his eyes was now his harlot. Her rose being but a portal to her paradise which his root entered at will as he gazed in to her eyes, to see despair as he unleashed all the fury of the forces, she herself had given him while he simply was her master; though the fact that she was a deity did increase his lust even beyond that which had been granted him. She was a bogina, to be feared and respected yet this did not matter; for she was his to do with as his sexual appetite dictated and nothing could be done nor did Mar Vaglia herself which it to end or be altered from what which had developed in to a titanic struggle.
My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled New York's Opera Society which is now available on Amazon.
