Rare Portal

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once a portal for hopping between dimensions, the valley of Venus now held hostage mythical creatures on their voyage between sun and earth. Dragons were just one species habitating the arid array of golden sand on the planet.

Amongst the dragons were priestesses. Glowing with the radiance of a full moon, they never visited Venus without putting on a show. Lately the planet had been suffering spouts of dryness more desolate than a somber night. When the priestesses arrived they dosed her soil with the exact juice she had been parched for. Their dance rituals and beguiling movements offered entertainment for the numinous creatures trapped in interdimensional space.

King Drew, the leader of the dragons, sat in awe at the twelve priestesses performing a dance for the waning moon. Their white satin glistened under a starry sky with just enough moonlight to reveal the smoothness of their skin. They all glowed, but one caught his eye with an especially intrigued attention. Her hair was dark like firewood. As he allowed his eyes to rest on her, he felt a jolt. Instantaneously, her eyes met his. She could feel him. There must have been over a hundred in the audience: fairies, ancient Greek gods and goddesses, saints, fairytale creatures, and other dragons. But this one with the firewood hair could feel King Drew.

Olivia was her name. She drank stars through her body’s cells. As her toes pointed heavenwards above her head, King Drew received more than a fantasy. His dragon essence could download information about anyone he came into contact with. He only needed them to open their energy towards him, and his nervous system fired with ancient and future detection.

Olivia had been persecuted on Earth lifetime after lifetime. One of her more recent executions was during the witch hunt craze in Spain in the 16th century. She had been burned, betrayed by an envious friend who wanted to demolish her competition. That death explained why her hair still held resonance of smoke and burn.

As their dance ritual came to an end, each of the priestesses walked through the audience, unfurling rose petals out their hands and onto the laps of all who were thirsty for their divine feminine grace. Olivia caressed the face of a wolf, then kissed him between his eyebrows. His countenance softened as years of stress melted off him. Then she approached a little Red Riding Hood, gifting her basket with rose petals and then bringing her little hand to her mouth to kiss it. Little Red Riding Hood seemed to mature at that moment by at least a decade.

The other priestesses silently made their rounds with their movements and presences louder than their unmoving lips. King Drew could not keep his eyes off Olivia though, no matter how many of the others approached him. He hoped she would make her way to him. He also deep down knew she would. He received exhalations of bliss from two of the priestesses who had already come by him. They left a wave of euphoria in their wake. Their movements were weightless as though they were mermaids swimming through seas.

King Dragon could feel an intensity in his body. While bliss swam through his blood, he sensed a potent and growing tension in his man regions. Suddenly, Olivia locked eyes with him which only made his tension exacerbate.

Music notes practically flew off her hair as she made her way towards him. Her earrings and necklace jingled like an Indian windchime. King Drew’s heartbeat picked up speed. He almost wished he could downshift, but feeling his brain fire with dopamine gave him a kick not many could provoke.

As she got closer, he could smell her. Jasmine and rose permeated from her skin. All the commotion around them seemed to obliterate as she came close, then closer, until she was between his legs. Her hands ascended towards his cheeks and he experienced what felt like angel caresses on each side of his face.

“Do you remember me?” she asked.