Cincinnati Apocalypse Part 2

His seed was life, or the potential for life, which she'd extracted from him, and it was exciting to her, too, just as his eyeless socket was arousing, the former representing life and love and goodness; the latter, death and hatred and wickedness in high places. She repositioned herself on the bed they shared, licking up the nectar of his seed. When she'd gathered the last drop, she took his limp, soft prick into her mouth, collecting the smeared semen along the wilted shaft, wanting all of the thick, warm seed, all of the potential for life they'd squandered. His seed was rich and viscid, and it tasted of the sea.

Beneath them, the glittering city of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, looked like a jewel set against the black velvet of the sea.

"It's beautiful," Willow said. "Almost everything is-from a distance."

Kennedy, seated beside her, so close that their arms and hips touched-except for the younger woman's left arm, which she had around the witch's shoulders-whispered into Willow's ear, "You're beautiful, too, up close and at a distance." She paused, then added, "Inside and out."

"Not as beautiful as you," Willow replied.

"We're even more beautiful together," Kennedy declared.

"Yeah, and humble."

Lifting aside the red veil of Willow's hair, Kennedy licked the contours of the witch's ear. Her tongue, soft and wet, tickled, and Willow giggled. "Let's be beautiful together," Kennedy suggested.

"We just were," Willow reminded her. "Hence, our nakedness."

"That's one of the good things about being women," Kennedy said. "We can have multiple orgasms, and we don't need to rest between times-or not much, anyway."

"Whoa, girl! Who put a tiger in your tank?"

Kennedy kissed her cheek. "You did."

"Don't you want to look at the stars? They're so bright, like diamonds."

"You're all I need to light up my life."