Imara: Symmetry
Added 2023-02-21 02:38:51 +0000 UTCWith a snap, the second gauntlet launched itself from the moons dusty surface and slid onto her hand with a satisfying , almost sexual warmth and fit. Imara was engulfed by an explosion of her own muscle, waves of gravity flickering and pulling on the edge of every striation, vein and muscle. Titan starships of mass launching from her already insane muscles as they stretched hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of feet, space and time distorting around her sheer lunatic might. She bit her lip as her thighs sputtered and clenched, a red flush surged from her cheeks out through the tips of her fingers and toes, quaking with pleasure as the moon itself vibrated, struck with seeping wetness filling it's craters, and cutting rivulets through it's dusky grey crags.
For a moment, a bit of William Blake whispered in her head as the two sides not only matched, but swelled more and more enormous: "What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry".
God, she could see her shadow cast on the earth, could feel her own flesh turning tides as her muscle bulged and throbbed, wet lips drenched with godly desire, distant stars quaking as she slowly flexed.
