Spirited Away: an Alien Erotic Romance

Waylaid: Chapter Four -Awakened

AWAKENED

Shanti expected pain, but her whole body hummed, like that glowing feeling after an orgasm. God it had been so long since she’d felt that hum of electricity between her thighs. If only this feeling were from a man, but it wasn’t.

The last thing she remembered was the blue scorpion coming towards her. Then pain in her leg. She’d heard that some predators sent endorphins into their prey as they ate them. If so, she wished she’d gotten stung to death a few months earlier so that she could’ve experienced this kind of release before laying down a chunk of her savings in search of a spiritual release in India. But this feeling traveling through her body was the ultimate release.

Oh no, she groaned, she was dead.

That eight-legged freak had killed her.

All she’d been doing was looking for a sign from God. But she guessed God intended to talk to her face to face.

Shanti struggled to open her eyes. When they adjusted she saw the dark blanket of night disturbed only by the stars that poked through. She wondered where she was. That looked like the Big Dipper over there. Was she still on Earth? Maybe she was having an out of body experience. But…no. It felt like she was still in her body.

The tingling in her leg continued. It radiated down to her toes and up through her spine. There was no pain. Instead it felt…good. Real good. Her mind turned once more to the sweet release that was so close. She gave into the need to press her thighs together. But the friction didn’t work. It only increased the pressure. And that wasn’t the only place she felt pressure.

While pleasure radiated up and down her leg, she also felt a pressure resting on head. When she tried to blink, she felt an obstruction on her brow. Her eyes flicked over to the side. A hooded figure loomed over her.

This must be the Angel of Death. Wasn’t that Saint Peter? But she was pretty sure Saint Peter didn’t wear a hood. Plus there were no shimmering wings. Maybe it was Anubis, the Egyptian god of the Underworld. That was who her father had expected to meet at the end.

Shanti had spent many nights wondering who greeted her parents at the end of their lives. Her parents subscribed to different religious systems from each other. Her father began his life praying to Jesus, then prostrating to Allah, and finally ended up following a cult that worshiped the ancient Egyptian gods. Her mother had been a different story, or rather the same story. Shanti’s mother continued her lifelong devotion to Shiva. In life, her parents’ different beliefs didn’t interfere with their love. They had been the most accepting people she’d ever known.

Shanti had never subscribed to any particular religion. She’d gone through so many in her youth that they all melded together. She did know that there was a Creator. It was evident in every blade of grass, in the organic systems of all living creatures, in the perfection of the ecosystem. That is, before humans began poking at it with a stick.

Shanti was surprised to find her easy acceptance of this next stage of her existence. She was health-conscious by birth right. She’d expected to live an active life as an octogenarian as the people in her community withered away after half a century. She’d wanted to be able to say ‘I told you so’ to everyone in her community who went against her and continued to pollute the waterways. She’d wanted to dance in front of them in her svelte yoga body as they all lay in hospital beds on dialysis. But they’d have the last laugh.

Thirty was too soon to go. But so far death was having its perks, like a building buzz of an orgasm. She wanted to hold still and let the waves of pleasure consume her. But then it stopped. The pleasant pressure released from her leg, but not her forehead.