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= LANTERN ROAD =

a novella in the Empire of Time series

by John Argo

23.

Loosely bundling the knives in their blue velvet cloth, Ramy-baba trundled over to the table.

Ramy had dropped her clothes on the floor and lay naked in the dim light. The slender curves of her youthful body, and her long legs, glowed with a faint milky-blue light. She lay on her left side facing away, the curving shadow between her buttocks a mysterious valley. Her right leg was pulled up slightly, laying a curved knee upon a knee that was nearly straight. Everything was exactly as tradition dictated it must be on earth and in heaven.

Ramy-baba stared long. She was not a poetess, but she wanted to capture this last divine vision in every detail. She wanted to remember it like a perfect poem well told as the knife made its journey from east to west.

Ramy's arms extended over her head, elbows in her orange hair that was fluffed out to accept the full scent and breeze of the night. On each side of her chest was a dark wrinkled spot, a nipple useless as that of a man, but exquisitely tender to the touch of both lovers.

Ramy-baba took great care to lay her bundle down without making a sound. Then she advanced upon her sister like a shadow. She noticed that Ramy lay with her face toward the moonlight, and her blue tongue was slightly extended in pleasure.

Ramy-baba touched a nipple with her own blue tongue, and Ramy's tongue slid further out. The two sisters lay together, the larger spooning the smaller, who writhed while the other alternately ran her palms and fingertips over and over the same hills and valleys until Ramy turned, and from there it was a language of tongues, of roving fingers, until finally, when the foam-sea could no longer be denied, Ramybaba mounted one brown leg over her sister's waist and held Ramy's head in her fingertips. The pipette extended from baba's upper palate. It was long as a finger when fully extended, and stained in various shades of brown and gray. It was hollow, and sheathed in a thin layer of skin and nerve endings that made a glow of passion and desire in Ramy-baba's head as she closed her eyes and sought the tiny bony protrusions on either side of Ramy's neck. Ramy groaned with anticipation, flailing her wrists passionately against her sister's massive shoulders as the beak found its way into the protrusion, parting a sphincter there, and sinking down into the spongy tissue that contained love's fluids. As the shaft entered, it released a fungal poison that acted as a powerful stimulant. Ramy uttered a series of high, choking moans while struggling to breathe at the same time. Her body, held tenderly by her sister, convulsed in erotic spasms. Ramy-baba, too, was utterly aroused. The same fungal release made her blind with desire as she tensed her normally flaccid body for the receipt of fertilized eggs. The eggs would fall together into the womb near baba's center, where over nine months the next son or pair of sisters would form.

While she was still high from their shared orgasm—in fact, while the beak was still in Ramy's pleasure hole, and Ramy was half-conscious—the baba whispered "I love you" and began strangling her sister. "This is the best way, my beloved," she whispered as she made her fingers ever tighter, until at last she felt Ramy go limp. Then she reached for the knife to finish the first of two duellos, slicing the belly as swiftly as a sunset.

Ramy-baba dismounted and threw her robe loosely over her body. She did not want to be found naked—men and non-sisters would be revulsed at her appearance. If the woman-sister was beautiful as a star in her man's eyes, the baba was ungainly like the earth.

The Ancient Sage had written:

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