#this is very... her coming to me first as Kos and Vepar. in line with that side of her

[abyssalpriest]

Man Eating as a sacred act... First: the divinity of the Red Mother. Unmarryable other, dominant with no(thing but) submissives, swallowing, tearing apart. Not the wife of the sea but the sea herself, radiant blues that defy categorisation in light or dark colours. The swelling that crushes ships, salt-rotting wood as if her mouth speaking birthed swarms of termites. The black abyss and the curve of the inside of a black hole, what is visible only to the irreversible doomed.

Vaginal bliss and horror. Vagina dentata. Hollow, bell-ringing corridors of sacred temple halls, cows adorned in finer silks than any men, their flesh never tainted by hunger or swallowing.

Passion, consumption, phallic-penetrative sex as submission of the pillar to the waves, Shiva in recline tread upon by the bearer of death itself. Consumption, consumption, consumption, we eat. Black hair into nautical ropes tying ships to their bedsides, eroticism as the swell of bodies of the waters of the subconscious aroused by the lapping sun and its rain-juices back down, effulgent giving - the light of the sun as spears piercing, drawing her colours forth from every body which faces her. Death, death, death, the little one.

Queen of red and white, flayed skin, labia minora as cobra hoods, biting from full-teethed mouths animalised, feral.

There is that which positions itself as king, and it must do so only because it knows it naturally is not. Its opposite: The wild carnivorous and birthing-killing force of the snap-shut jaws of the Wolf Mother, unchained by her gold and her black, by the laws of those who need them in order to grasp at a hair of control. It's a divine position of undoing, dirtying the throne, laying wild animals with royalty stripped naked under her light. Ravaging, she grips the sceptre-cock with the steadfastness of the black hole, and gazes eye to eye with its primordial pre-emotion ferocity and undeniability.

It's a mutual respect (of the laws of nature), both seen in the dissolution of those who claim status above her, and the tender, cannibalistic-consumption motherly-rebirthing of those who acknowledge her as a lover, allow her penetrative control, and let their flesh fall away as she sinks teeth into them - the ultimate communion is of blood and tongue and hands that see and the revelatory macrocosmic-microcosmic bliss of egg laying, fertilisation, the rebirth of the universe as controlled through the womb.