The Great Sael Adventure 1
You give in and lean into the Commodore's kiss. The fiery heat he was pressing into you, you now return to him.
He grabs ahold of you tightly, pushing his face tighter with yours; the heat grows. You shove back even harder, eager and overwhelmed now that the floodgate has broken. You clench tightly around his waist, and you feel the heat move back into his body.
You open your eyes as you begin to let go, lifting your eyelids just in time to see the panic on the Commodore's face before witnessing a mind-melting reality.
In the space that was just moments ago occupied by the Commodore is a small black hole. It appears he was not able to contain the heat of 1000 sons any longer, and—not succeeding in passing it on to you—is now undergoing star death.
You fall into his gravity—as you were always going to, one way or another—and confront the experiential eternity of catamaran spaghettification.
He grabs ahold of you tightly, pushing his face tighter with yours; the heat grows. You shove back even harder, eager and overwhelmed now that the floodgate has broken. You clench tightly around his waist, and you feel the heat move back into his body.
You open your eyes as you begin to let go, lifting your eyelids just in time to see the panic on the Commodore's face before witnessing a mind-melting reality.
In the space that was just moments ago occupied by the Commodore is a small black hole. It appears he was not able to contain the heat of 1000 sons any longer, and—not succeeding in passing it on to you—is now undergoing star death.
You fall into his gravity—as you were always going to, one way or another—and confront the experiential eternity of catamaran spaghettification.
