They have watched civilizations rise and fall for ten billion years.
Then they saw her — one fleeting human life — and every single one of them fell.
Deeply romantic cosmic erotica • tender worship • soul-bonding pleasure • tears of starlight • gentle dominance • love that rewrites galaxies • 18+
She was on the roof of an abandoned observatory when the sky cracked open with soft pink light. Cassian stepped out of a dying star — tall, radiant, trembling. He had never felt want before. Ten billion years of cold brilliance, and one look at her tear-streaked face broke him.
He knelt in the dew-wet grass, pressed his forehead to her bare feet, and whispered in a language made of light: “I have crossed the void for you. Take me, break me, keep me. I am yours until the last photon fades.”
He undressed her the way dawn undresses the world — slowly, reverently, kissing every inch of skin the night had hidden. When he finally entered her, it was with tears on his luminous cheeks and her name on his lips like a prayer. They moved together in perfect, aching rhythm, and every time she whispered “I love you,” a new star ignited in the sky above them.
When she came, she cried. When he followed, the light that poured from him was soft gold and tasted of forever.
Her human body is long gone, but her soul burns at the center of the new constellation — twenty-two immortal lovers orbiting her like planets around their sun. Every night across the universe, lovers look up and feel sudden, inexplicable longing. That is them — still making love, slowly, tenderly, across light-years, for as long as time exists.
They burned low for her.
And she became the sky.