#Inner demon lustful temptation: part 2

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Inner demon lustful temptation: part 2||

Hi once more everyone, time for another part to this little mini series involves a few couples but lets see what happens in this one hmm? However, this one is the NSFW part with the couple Rex X Kali. If you wish to read the first part, click right here.

||Drabble summary||

After Kali finds Rex in his room, she was shocked seeing him trying to ease off the feeling of heated temptation. Even if she was shocked, Rex was feeling his body wanting to love and claim his girlfriend as his. What will Kali do? Give in or not? Read to find out?

||Warning||

~Heavy and strong NSFW smut content is present

~Dom and sub kink is present in the drabble

~Mating/breeding is and will be present in this drabble

~Marking will be present

~Blood will be present

~Suggestive theme is present

||Guests in Drabble||

Kali vin shia along with her inner demon and some in her fraction belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Rex oxford mills along with his own inner demon with some in his fraction belongs to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

In a while, Kali was looking up at Rex seeing him holding her down on the bed. He seems to be out of it but she only remains quiet to sigh. What would her answer be? "Alright Rex...I'll help you. You seem to be in some pain at least but I...I'll help." she said softly to him but he only feels more heated to look at her.

'Finally..maybe now we can really make her ours..' his inner demon said as Rex ignores the voice.

"I..I understand.." he said slowly letting her wrists go to lower his hands about to touch her.

"However.."

That's when she flips them to have Rex land on his back with her sitting on top of him. "!?" She pins him down this time as he was trapped to see her look down at him. "Wha? Kali? What are-"

"Lets make this clear. It won't be fun if your going to take over for the most part so.....were going to do it a different way. You just relax and we can make this work or to better say; were taking turns so since your this heated..I'm going first. You just be good and follow my lead understand?..." she said but he only remains silent and nods slowly. He was wondering what she was planning.

"Good boy.." she said softly to look at him. Even his inner demon was impressed but he was excited too. What could she be planning?

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In a moment, their was some clothing near the floor but panting was heard while showing some dim lightning. Kali was panting while she was resting against the bed board but having her hand on Rex's head as she got him in between her legs while feeling him eating her out slowly. She was blushing to see this but he was resting his hands on her thighs while doing what she said. Well, after letting him finger her for a while, she wanted a turn for him to eat her out and make her cum.

"Haaa that's it...ahhhh s..slowly...mmmmmm...." she whispered watching him doing as she asked while he gently squeezes her thighs to push the tongue into her to feel Kali tense. She grew a little wet but she was watching him still latching onto her slit to her feeling a slight lick on the nub making her gasp. Right away, Kali grips some of his hair and tug. He grunts in a hiss but was lifted up a bit.

"I said slowly. I don't want to cum too quick haaa but if you behave, I'll reward you." she said but gently lowers his head to feel him latch on again to eat her out. Right away, she moans softly to keep his head trapped while he was kissing and pushing his tongue into her as she shivers gripping the pillow on her left and the right hand gripping his dreadlocks.

"Mmmm...mmmmmm..." He keeps doing as she asked but Kali was shaking feeling the touches and yet, she keeps his head down even watching him pleasuring her. Even his inner demon was impressed.

'You know? She's pretty hot being dominate over us.....I love this type of playtime.' he purred but Rex ignores her while suddenly holds her hips to quickly suck harder suddenly. She yelps to look down at him as he lifts her hips a little. She quivers a little from the sudden movement but only pushes him back sitting on his face. She grips the pillow while holding his head in place feeling him grip her thighs.

"G..Geez ahhh already starting to lose it? We just started you kn..know mmmm just sl..slow d..doonmmmmmm!!" She twitched feeling Rex now rubbing the clit while Kali was panting having some of her hair covering her face trying to fight the feeling off. His tongue was deep but she only feels him keeping her where she was.

"Mmmmm...mmmmmmm...ssssss......" Rex was groaning against the heat, still trying to do what she asked while growing hard from the sounds she made but Kali knew to see him twitching down there.

Seeing him just eating her out, he feels her hand touch his chest to move down only to tense. Kali felt his cock as it twitched in her hand to start stroking him up and down hearing a groan from him. He pulls his head back groaning out while panting from her hand touching him down there.

However, she touched his head to move him back to eating her out. "I didn't say st..stop..keep going...I want you t...to make me cum Rex..so keep going." she said as he only did what she said doing it again. However, she was stroking him while keeping her hips down while he did that, shaking while she was still stroking him. The tip was slick but he groans out still holding her hips down even more.

She groans out while grinding her hips down hard to feel him eating her out even more while she moans hissing in pleasure while grinding into his tongue. Even if he was dazed, she felt good growing wet while moaning out and hissing to the grinding of her hips. He was still feeling her stroking him faster now that he was shaking tightening his hold on her thighs. He didn't stop as she said but hearing Kali moaning and trying to feel good made her sit up as she threw her head back bucking her hips.

"That's it..r..right there. Keep moving your tongue Rex just ahhhh! Just a bit mmmmm.." she had her eyes closed but he still didn't stop doing as she asked but she moves to grab him again, pumping his length as he was bucking his own hips again feeling her touch. He groans as the two were groaning or moaning together feeling so close as Kali was gasping still stroking him. She felt close to cum but she only keeps squeezing to see he felt so close.

"S.so close..it's close I can't..st..stop my hips hhaaa I'm g..gonna..." she moves her hips down to twitch as she only shook again. "Wait a minute Rex! I'm gonna-" he keeps eating her out even harder that he was making sure she got what she asked for. Her moans grew loud in his room, feeling him eating her out hard till she screams out. She twitched to moan out when violently cumming hard as she shook feeling Rex stop his tongue to keep her hips down letting her. Kali panted heavily but feels something warm hit her face seeing Rex came as well.

"Haaaa..hhhhaaaaa......" she sees him shaking from the orgasm but he felt Kali slowly sit up now hearing his groans and panting as he was about to reach to hold her hips when she stops him to move off but look at him. He tries to speak but hisses feeling Kali stroking him again.

"K..Kali..."

"You did good....you even came a lot and on me and your still hard too...." she said but looks to him as he bucks his hips feeling her stroking him again. She leans in to gently give him a kiss that he kisses back while holding her close. They break the kiss to him moving and kissing her neck and shoulder as she was pumping his length shivering from the kisses.

Now, he really wanted to please her even more but Kali was shivering when he was nipping at her neck that she feels him move down to work on kissing in between her breasts. One hand holding one and the other he latched onto while sucking on the nipple gently. She had one eye closed and the other open, feeling the sensation but she slowly stops stroking him to feel him now having a turn.

"Ahhhhh...hhaaaa......f..fuckkkkk.......mmmmm..." she keeps his head where it was but she feels him holding her close to make her fall back now messing with her body. He already was trapping her down and yet, he was still giving her more. Hearing her moans and gasps only made him want more. He even moves to latch onto her left nipple but pulls while Kali threw her head back moaning out in the room to grip his dreadlocks that was loose from the ponytail he usually would have it.

"Ahhhh! S..shit...shit shit shit s..shi..hhhaannnn!!!" she feels him just going at it while she shook under him. She even if she bit her bottom lip, he even pushes his fingers in to make her yelp tightening around him.

"H..Hey! I didn't say you-" she threw her head back twitching to cover her mouth but Rex was still pleasuring her that Kali falls back on the bed again arching her back while he was slowly taking control a little.

"Ahhhhh st...stoopppp n..not y..yet....damn it R..rex I....nugghh!!" she feels him keep pulling on her breast before letting it go panting heavily while moving to kiss and bite her neck wanting more.

'See? She's delicious isn't she? Kali is a pretty when she's under us but so exciting as well when doming us like nothing. Heh, I will say you picked the right woman to be ours..and I love it.' his inner demon said but Rex ignores it only getting more excited.

He panted heavily with a mix of heated growls in his throat that Kali feels him trying to make her moan again till she grips the pillow shaking. He was going to make her cum again! She came three times but he came the same but she only growls to feel him about to suck on her neck to push him back on his back. He winces but she keeps him down while panting.

Her hair was over her shoulders and face, looking down at Rex with her eyes glowing red. She gotten wetter now but she sees Rex panting drooling not done but she keeps him down. However, she adjusted herself to lift her lips and slowly stroking him as he was still hard.

She couldn't stop the burning down there but slowly looks to move her other hand down his chest then looks to start lowering herself that she feels the tip pushing against her. Rex twitched as she slowly was moving down. "E..easy Kali..I..I don't w..want to r..rip..." he feels her still going but she keeps moving down feeling the tip slip in with a pop to make Kali gasp loudly.

Rex rests his hands on her thighs as she keeps moving down. She felt so tight and hot inside as Kali shook only to keep going till she was fully seated on his length. Geez, he was bigger than she thought and it filled her up as he and her was panting heavily in the room.

"Kali, y..you okay?" he asked as she was clenching around him only to hear her panting.

"I'm f..fine....but d..don't move...I'm st..still...mmmmm...in control here..you don't m..move.." she warns as he was shaking. He wanted to thrust into her to feel more.

"B..but...Nugh!" he feels her begin to slowly move but he did as she said, still bouncing her hips as soft moans slip past her lips. She rests her hands on his chest feeling the hard length pushing in and out. He really did feel good inside but she panted still moving.

"Ahh..hhhaaa f..fuck..s..sooo t...tight.." he growls gripping her thighs but Kali panted to look at him.

She didn't move but only keeps moving up and down on his lap, moaning out in the room while having her head thrown back a little as she takes him. Rex was groaning out loudly from the pleasure and yet, it made Rex groan as she was moving her self. He keeps feeling this till his hands grips her thighs tighter.

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The bed was creaking now while Kali was bouncing on his cock, still slamming down as she moans out loudly. She was making sure Rex was behaving as she moves. He was already thrusting up into her deeply but she meets his thrusts to grip the pillow. She only slams her hips down even rougher to show she was in control for a bit as he moans loving how rough she was being.

"Ahhhhh!! ahhhhhh!!! h..harder!! Come on Rex h..harder!!" she moans feeling Rex doing as she said, going harder while he grunts still moving. He held her hips to see her bending over him and rest on his chest, slamming her hips down while he was sucking on her breasts.

She keeps slamming her hips down but he was groaning out while holding her hips down letting her bounce on his cock harder and harder that he feels her getting wetter and wetter.

"Haaaaa ahhhhhh mmmmmm!! Mmmmmm..." she feels him quickening his hips as she yelps screaming out to grip some of his dreadlocks that he was gasping out still slamming up into her harder and harder that she threw her head back screaming.

"Fuck!!!!!" she moans hugging him only for Rex to turn or flip them so he's on top of her. He panted adjusting him self before slamming into her as she leans her head back moaning loudly in the room hearing the bed board slamming against the wall.

Rex groans with a mix of growls feeling her tightening up so much. He knew she was feeling good but he felt their aura's blending together. He only goes rougher with her that she was drooling looking dazed as he was slamming his hips down harder.

"Grrrr hhhhaaa grrraaaa....your m..mine Kali..mine mine mine.." he panted to lay on top of her now kissing her neck to bite her there to mark it. She claws his back feeling the pounding as she moans cumming a little from the bite. He growls tasting her blood but he did cum inside a little only to grind against her filling her. He panted to let her neck go licking her neck but he suddenly lifts her up hearing a yelp so show him standing up holding her in his arms as he thrusts up into her as he made her slam her hips down.

She twitched wrapping her arms around his shoulders, looking down as she was moaning loudly in the room bouncing on his cock. "Ahhh!! ahhhh!!! Fuck mmmmmm right t..there..oh god r..right there!" she moans feeling her feet twitching each time he slams into her but he only growls loudly wanting more as she claws his back really hard drawing blood from the pleasure. He was pounding into her like nothing but she threw her head back moaning even worse that he keeps thrusting into her harder and harder.

"Ahhh y..yes yes f..fuck y..yes!! F...fuck m..me..come on, f..fuck me m..more-mfffm!!" he silenced her with a kiss still doing what she told him not easing up at all.

In a while, he switches to having her back pressed against the wall slamming into her as Kali was panting quickly still feeling her legs shaking and twitching in this rougher spot. She was feeling him just going wild to look really out of it drooling and her hair covering her eyes that was glowing.

She felt her voice leaving but she didn't care. He was claiming what was his as Rex grinds kissing where he marked her. He even turns to feel her kiss him deeply, their tongues rubbing against one another as he pushes her harder against the wall before he continues again hearing a thump like noise each time he thrusts into her before he goes harder hearing her screaming against his heated lips.

After a while, Rex and Kali was switching position to different position. To revers cowgirl, riding, 69 position, etc. They did so much that the room was heavy with the heat between them. Kali was slamming her hips back against Rex moaning on her knees but she only grips the pillow while feeling his talon nails scratching her hips. She still was so full of getting his cum but Rex only keeps thrusting wanting to fill her more and more till they both end it.

"Mmmmm mmmm MMMMM!!! Mmmm nnnnfmmmm..." she bit down on the pillow feeling Rex over her back as he grunts slamming into her. She already feels him squeezing her hips that he felt her laying on her breasts as he claims her. It felt good but her body was over sensitive that she feels his kisses on her shoulder.

"Kali....Kali.." he panted still slamming his hips but she feels him grip her wrists to make her get on her knees. She yelps feeling him force her hips to slam back against his rapid thrusts. All Kali could do was moan out drooling from her chin. Her eyes wide but screaming his name from the feeling.

"Ahhhhhhhh t...too m..much! That's too much! Your gonna m..make me cum again!!" She moans as he pulls her against his chest still slamming into her. He wanted to hear and see it.

"Then what's stopping you? Let me hear you scream for me as you cum. I'm c..close myself." He said still thrusting as Kali leans her head back into his shoulder.

She keeps bucking her hips back harder, wanting him to cum with her but he only keeps quickening the speed that Kali claws his arm since she already clawed his back. He growls feeling her tightening up but keeps holding her.

"Ahhhhh s..so close...Kali I'm gonna.."

"M..Me too hhhha damn c..cum already...lets cum together!" she begs while they turn to kiss one another still moving against their own thrusts. The pressure was building, knowing the two were going to explode that Kali breaks the kiss moaning against Rex's neck as he moves. He felt his own length swelling as he keeps moving harder and harder till Kali shook screaming.

"Ahhhh!! I'm c..cumming!! I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna...Nugggahhhhhhhh!!!!" Tensing up, she screams out her orgasm cumming violently as Rex stops to snap his hips up cumming himself as he bites Kali's shoulder again. She hisses from the bite as he came with her feeling it dribble down in between them. She and him panted heavily that Rex didn't let go while she was panting feeling them fall on the bed coated in sweat.

He was laying on top of her not wanting to let go but Kali feels him slowly pull out feeling his own cum dribbling out. He came a lot inside of her but she shook from the orgasm as the two remain there trying to catch their breaths.

"You..You really a...are a b...beast...fuck Rex.." she panted.

"M..My bad..couldn't help it since y..you really bring the beast out of me." he mutters as he was kissing her face now but she only relaxed against him while he and her rested after that. They needed time to rest before getting cleaned up right after.

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Later, Rex had Kali had indeed cleaned up. She was now wearing one of his big shirts to cover herself but she was still bare under it. He even was wearing sweatpants but holding her as she was looking to him.

"What's wrong?" She asked to look at him but Rex looks to her.

"Nothing is wrong. Just...your not mad about that....right?" he feels her shift but Kali blinks to sigh.

"Why would I be angry? I'm not mad at you...I did say I was going to help you and did. Though, thanks to that; I'm now really officially yours. Your bite mark proves that..or this mating mark does." she said seeing some mark of Rex's own there. He didn't expect to see that on her but maybe it's something due to what the devil's told them way back.

"Besides. That means you're mine too." she pokes his chest that Rex only pets her head feeling Kali nuzzle against his chest. "So stop worrying....that means next time, I wanna take the lead again and make you submit to me." she said that Rex blinks to look to the side.

"You already did that...but...I don't mind you doming me again.....in another time." he said that Kali smiled to kiss him softly.

"Good....now lets rest up. I know after that...that was pretty fun. Who knows? We might end up going another round later tonight." she said that Rex kissed her back holding her.

"Don't know..depends if you get hungry again..I wouldn't mind being your puppy~" he said but Kali blinks to feel her face burn to look away.

"W..why did you have to say it that way!? You idiot.." she grumbles hitting his chest but Rex smiled holding her happily and kissing her face as he got her to lay on top of his chest.

"But I'm your idiot silly....so just rest....." he said but Kali remains quiet while doing so.

"Fine.....though Rex?"

"Hmm?"

"The next time your going into your heat..tell me. I'll be here to help you so your not alone in this..deal?" he blinks to hear that but smiled to kiss her forehead.

"Heh, deal." After that, both rested together in his bed with the warm blankets on them. However, his inner demon was chuckling seeing he finally made the pack with his real mate.

'Seems he finally did it and now she's ours....but I wonder..' he turns his head to look out the window of the area. 'I wonder if the other inner demons are having the same fun...guess we will know another time..' he said before disappearing.

~~~TBC~~~~

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Subject of Sin - Part 1.

Incubus Shigaraki x Nun reader; NSFW

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, possessive behavior, desecration of religion, monsterfucking.

Word count: 2,520 

A/N: A huge thank you to @shigamothki-vs-the-lamp for beta’ing and inspiring me to finish this fic! 

Your innocent forays into temptation and sin catch the attention of a demon.

Part 1| Part 2

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‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎‎“He sleeps inside my soul ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‎And sometimes wakes up in the night ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎And plays with my dreams.” ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎— Fernando Pessoa

Demons lurk within our minds, not in the crevices of forgotten places. If the darkness ebbs and flows, it is merely a reflection of our innermost desires — a manifestation of sin that refuses to be held at bay any longer.

You kept Father’s teachings close to heart and steadfastly studied the scripture. It was the only hope you had to cling to, having been hidden away at a monastery since childhood. Life was kind and peaceful, and you spent your days deep in prayer and tending to the ill and destitute alongside your sisters.

And yet, one way or another, something began to stir within you. It crept up on you throughout the years in the form of innocent temptations — a yearning to explore the local village for just a while longer, exhilaration after allowing a baker to slip a sweet roll into your satchel as thanks for helping his daughter, despite knowing you were not allowed to accept gifts from others, unrecognizable melancholy as you stared out into the sea of rolling hills on a crisp autumn day and admired the endless blue sky — so many little temptations that doused the bright flames of your spirituality and allowed the darkness to spread.

It was difficult to notice the change. Even when you found yourself restless and cursing the pain shooting up your knees as you knelt before a pew, you quelled your inner conflict with prayer and fasting. But adulthood brought about new challenges. The cracks within your restless spirit had spread like ivy and primed you for your first mistake.

Your day started like any other. Winter ensnared the grounds of the monastery in blankets of glimmering snow and stinging winds that proved difficult to overcome. The villagers were kind enough to send provisions to the monastery, ferried up the winding hills of gnarled oaks by a gentleman who you had seen many times. He was handsome and friendly, his inky windswept hair plastered across his forehead and cheeks nearly as red as his eyes. Father had the pleasure of speaking to him more often than not, but you still attempted to catch a glimpse of the man under the pretense of unloading the cart. Your heart always stirred at the sight of his warm smile.

You should not have entertained your silly whimsies. You should not have gone to bed with impure thoughts after a hasty Hail Mary, staring into the flames of the hearth as you huddled beneath your blanket and slipped a hand between your quivering thighs, watching the glowing red and orange hues of burning cracks within the firewood and remembering those beautiful eyes. The experience was so humiliating that you hurried out of bed in the dead of night and ran straight to the church, letting the sharp pain of cold snow against your bare feet guide you ever further towards your only chance of salvation.

The imposing silence of the church did little to soothe your nerves. Towering walls of barren stone and creaking wooden pillars surrounded you, devoid of hospitality in the dead of night. You took a few meek steps towards the altar. Unable to meet the solemn gaze of your savior, you scurried off to find Father’s private quarters instead. Your loud knocking had clearly startled the man into wakefulness. The poor priest looked just as frazzled as you felt, and you made sure to apologize profusely for your rude behavior as you dragged him to the confessional with tears streaming down your face.

Father had been so deathly silent while you told him about your infatuation with the villager that you were certain he would scold you good and proper. But no, he had been as compassionate as he always was, offering words of comfort and forgiveness.

That should have been the end of it. You did not see the villager for days after your shameful act. The mundane tasks of everyday life kept you busy. So busy, in fact, that you managed to work yourself to the brink of exhaustion one day, and you fell asleep in the alcove of the library like some kind of child.

You did not remember dreaming. Consciousness trailed on the edge of a feeling that stirred you from slumber — a barely-there touch brushing along your bottom lip, followed by a short puff of cold air that fanned across your face and startled you awake. The candle beside you innocently flickered and waved in greeting, and the shadows around you mockingly mirrored its dance.

This game of ethereal cat and mouse continued for weeks. Every so often you would feel lingering sensations trailing along your face whenever you let your mind wander, growing only bolder once you removed your constricting habit within the sanctity of your bedroom. With your hair freed from its confines as you brushed through the soft strands, sometimes you imagined a hand trailing after the brush with each downstroke. It reminded you of how your Mother Superior combed her fingers through your hair to prevent tangled knots from hurting you.

All of this, you could attribute to your imagination … until the sharp divide between fiction and reality steadily grew muddled.

A particularly strange encounter occurred one evening. You opened your small window and pensively stared out into the snowy landscape, a singular thought daring to escape your wicked mouth, where none but God could listen to your act of rebellion.

“I want to be out there,” you had whispered solemnly.

A breeze rolled through in answer, and you marveled at how the air caressed your cheeks and smoothed unruly strands of hair away from your face.

It had felt so tender and comforting. You froze in shock for only a moment before something spurred you to hurriedly close the window and hide yourself in bed.

If only it had been that easy — the following night proved to be more tempting than the last. You were woken up by a tingling sensation on your lips, and a new feeling altogether.

Something firmly cupped your breast through your nightgown. Or could it simply be your blanket tightened around you from thrashing in your sleep?

Your nipple hardened into a stiff peak, begging to be played with. You kept your eyes firmly shut and blushed at your wanton display, modesty briefly overtaking your lustful urges. Yet try as you might, you could not resist bringing your fingers ever downward. Your nightgown had ridden up to your hips, and as the blanket caressed the sensitized skin of your inner thighs and tightened around your breast, you buried your face in your pillow and gently eased a finger through your slick folds.

Your efforts were clumsy and inexperienced. It was utterly frustrating, your hips canting upward to try to find the right angle and failing miserably at it. Your brows furrowed in anger and concentration, and in your delirious frenzy to reach your peak, you found yourself arching your back into that strange grasp on your breast. A gentle swipe along your hardened nipple elicited a breathy gasp, and the feeling of fingers carding through the hair at your temple made you whimper and tilt your head in search for more.

Something slid along the back of your hand and coaxed it into a new position. Your mouth opened in a wordless cry as you finally hit a perfect spot deep within you. The tingling sensation tickled your lips again, and for some odd reason, you felt compelled to stick your tongue out just a little bit, your breath hitching as something soft and warm glided along the wet muscle.

It should have knocked all sense back into you. It nearly did, if not for your cunt pulsing around your fingers as you moaned and chased the aftershocks of heady pleasure with each roll of your hips. Liquid exhaustion flooded your body, urging you to slump back in relaxation. You had just enough energy to carefully remove your sticky hand from beneath your sheet and lay it on the edge of the bed before sleep overtook you. In the morning, you would find your fingers mysteriously clean.

You kept that night a secret. Overcome with shame and disgust, you could not bring yourself to admit to Father that you had broken your vows once again and strayed from his guidance.

“None will know, and therefore it never happened,” you angrily muttered to yourself as you strutted through the snowy grounds of the garden and tightened your wool cloak around you for warmth. “My sanctity is worth more than my foolish pleasure.” A stray rock caused you to nearly trip, and you had to suck in a deep breath to keep yourself from losing your calm.

The more you distanced yourself from the truth, the more you were drawn into the darkness. You kept your secrets safely guarded, playing the part of a devout sister while your aching loneliness was soothed by the balm of an unseen force that played with your senses.

Sometimes you imagined a glimmer of shifting light at the edge of your periphery, but you dared not look. Not ever. The gentle caresses were more than enough to satiate your desires.

Or so you told yourself.

A winter storm was in full effect tonight. Not a soul dared to prance around the cold corridors, which meant you had no chance of being interrupted by a wayward young initiate or an unruly sister with a penchant for late-night gossiping. You were freshly washed and warmed by the fire, your unbound hair fanned out across your pillow and your nightgown scandalously discarded over the back of your chair.

For the first time in your life, you did not bend the knee to pray before rest. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you stared at the golden cross hammered above your doorway, its edges aglow from the light of the fireplace.

“God forgive me,” you quietly uttered, and closed your eyes to banish the cross from your sight.

For a while, all you could hear was the sound of howling wind and crackling fire. You were half-tempted to begin all by yourself, but you had learned to be patient. Your visitor always made itself known when you were tethering on the precipice of sleep. Perhaps the delirium that followed exhaustion played tricks on you. Perhaps that had been the culprit all along.

Either way, you wanted it.

And so you let yourself slip free from anticipation and restlessness, the tension in your muscles dissipating as your breathing gradually slowed and you could no longer hear the wind or fire. All you knew was peace. All you perceived was stillness.

It was quiet. Far too quiet. Something felt different tonight.

You were overcome by the sensation of falling, and your body jerked lightly in response. It roused you from the precipice of slumber, and in your hazy confusion, you had enough common sense to keep your eyes closed. Ever so patient, you waited for what would come next, despite the goosebumps forming on your skin that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the feeling of being watched.

A light weight pressed down onto your chest, as though a kitten had curled up there. You focused on your breathing and parted your lips, allowing your soft sighs to slip through. It always liked when you did that. Your mouth tingled a bit. You slowly licked along your bottom lip, and the weight on your chest became incrementally heavier.

A pulse of wetness gushed out of your cunt in anticipation. You rubbed your thighs together for friction and accidentally bunched your bedsheet at your feet, making it slither down your body to expose your breasts. The cold air caused your nipples to harden, and an even colder puff tickled one nipple before an altogether unique sensation followed — soft and textured, like a velvet ribbon, gliding around the stiff bud and ending its journey with a teasing flick.

You moaned quietly as you gripped the sheets beneath you. This time, something sighed against your mouth, trailing along your tongue and all the way to the back of your throat. Before you could make sense of the new experience, a firmer pressure settled over your lips, far more solid and real than any tantalizing tingle had ever felt.

You were delirious with need. Completely and utterly lost to your impulses, and you hadn’t even touched yourself yet.

Something was kissing you, and you were too far gone to consider the implications. Nevermind that you were in a compromising situation and forsaking your vows to the Lord.

Right now, all that mattered was how rough that touch felt against your lips, how slowly it guided your mouth into a deep kiss that smothered your whimpers and gently sucked at your lips with a lewd wet sound. Velvet glided along your tongue, twining like a serpent and licking every crevice of your mouth. It was overpowering, toe-curling, intoxicating. You were swept away by the myriad of sensations, moaning as your nipple was twisted and pinched, and the hair at your temple was lovingly, tenderly brushed through.

Familiar. You knew that touch. You craved it, and you wanted more. No one had ever made you feel like this before. No one ever would, not within these sacred halls.

What if —

What if you dared to look? Just this once, what if you stepped out from the protective embrace of your religion and just …

As though reading your mind, the firm pressure on your mouth disappeared. You opened your eyes, and forgot to breathe.

God help you.

Scarlet eyes. Redder than blood, oh so familiar in their beauty, yet entirely devoid of life. They burned like hellfire, slashed through by slitted pupils that honed in on you with an unyielding stare.

And the skin. You had never seen anything like it on a living creature, this sickly gray shade among numerous cracks and scars that marred the entity’s torso and face. Your gaze trailed over the strange markings around those serpentine eyes, your stomach churning uneasily as your worst suspicions were confirmed — the striated grooves winded and merged into the graceful arch of a pair of horns that curled back into sharp tapered ends.

You were consorting with a demon.

He looked corrupted, as though his very essence carved its demonic aura into his flesh. In a moment of bewildered hysteria, you honed in on the scars etched into his face, briefly noting that he had a mole just below the corner of his mouth, of all things —

The demon readjusted his position, comfortably resting his weight on top of you as his arms caged your head and his hands cradled your face. His fingers carded through your hair in a mockery of affection, and he smiled at you, all sharp teeth and cracked lips.

You wanted to throw him off of you. You wanted to kick and scream and beg the Lord for forgiveness and protection.

You were frozen in place instead.

[millennial-star-gazer]

Tantric Flames: (reupload from previous accounts): Chapter: 4

Tantric Flames

Originally for Nalu Week/Fluff Week/Lovefest 2017 (on previous accounts)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Nalu Lovefest 2017 Prompts: Lust, Stockings/Lingerie, Sweets (Implied) Dreams(Implied) Games and Roleplay (Kind of Implied in Form of Teasing )

Vera's March 2018 Prompt Challenge: Fantasy/Creatures (which fits since Fairytail is a fantasy series and Natsu' species is dragonslayer/ Demon hybrid in this fic that's slight AU. Though this might technically still be true for the overall series since he's an etherious demon/wizard capable of using both fire dragon slayer magic and of his curse power)(was on previous accounts)

Upcoming Nalu Love Fest 2018 prompts: Kiss/Makeup (kind of) Playful, Desperate, Unbearable, Estatic ,(Implied) and Teasing 

Pairing:Nalu (Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Direction is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary:One look, one smouldering hooded gaze, one word, one fiery kiss, one magnetizing touch was all he needed for her to completely unravel at his mercy alone, succumbing to the sinful temptation of her inhibitions, his love, his feral passion, his raw, insatiable desires, his "Tantric Flames". Originally an Submission (slight Au) for Nalulovefest 2017 (on previous accounts) in which Natsu gives his mate a tantric massage-after much persuasion- she won't soon forget when it turns into so much more. Also previously featured in Nalu Week , and Fluff Week with first two chapters on celestialgeekmage accounts.

Chapter 4: Kiss From A Dragon's Flame: Part 1

A/N: Hey everyone, it's me again Anyway, there isn't too more much for me to say in the beginning A/N: this particular time of around since I've reserved any particular notes on housekeeping for the A/N: at the bottom after the main chapter. That being said, just wanted give everyone a quick headups that the particular scene that I've mentioned a few times which the lovely @soprana-snap/soprana and @wildrhov were kind enough to help me with which will now be in Chapter 6 due the length of these chapters. (soprana-snap and wildrhov if you're reading this, it's me the former cosmicdragonwizard/dragon-shield-maiden/star-crossed- dragon) Still plenty of sexy good times and fluff between our OTP (Nalu) to go around though! Now, without further ado here's chapter 4— enjoy and don't forget to review!

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"O, Wanderess, Wanderess,

when did you feel your most euphoric kiss?

Was I the source of your greatest bliss?"

(Roman Payne: The Wanderess)

"Uh Lucy... not ... that... I'm ... not lovin' ... how much of a little spitfire ... you're... being ... right... now... sweetheart, but... do... ya... think ... you could ease up just a little?"

Lips were peppering scorching, wet open-mouthed kisses from along the corner of Lucy's mouth to her jaw spurring her on enough to continue .

"Why? Don't you want to?" She questioned, breathy voice muddled with the searing desire more hotter than the blistering heat of a thousand suns.— Not to mention mystification. The astral mage couldn't fathom for the life of her as to where this sudden change of heart about the change in pace came from seeing it was clear that these misgiving weren't out of doubt or lack of desire.

I honestly don't get it... He didn't seem to have an issue with us getting hot and heavy a moment ago... So where is this sudden reluctance out of the blue coming from ?

"Of course I do-fuck that feels good," came Natsu's reply, words coming out as a strained hiss between gritted teeth; all this from the force of his hips bucking into a feminine hand pumping his tumescent member ."God...do I ever want to."

"So what's the problem?" Was all Lucy had to inquire in response, drunk on the power of the effect she had on him— especially after managing to draw another low, guttural, moan out of the dragonslayer from giving the tip a few light taps for good measure. The celestial mage desperately wished to see whatever other noises she could pull from him, the same buzz of intoxicating power singing in her veins ." Like tell me why."

God... all of this is getting me really hot and bothered !

"Okay-fuck-you're really making this difficult aren't you? Now how do I put this? Let's just say your little  handiwork here is getting me all fired up" The dragonslayers rumbled, gravelly words almost a growl . They were rough, low and wild, dripping with the sinful promise of dark intent enough to send a electrifying thrill down her spin— not to mention make her toes curl; all from the power of his hips riding the hand still working his now mostly likely now- throbbing length where she could feel the beads of pre-climax much like the aching heat between her thighs. "enough to the point of drivin' me over the edge and it's all I can do to rein my more primal dragon-demon instincts just screamin' to bend ya over the massage bed for the fuckin' of your life-not without your of course."

" Okay, but I still don't exactly see how that's a problem." Lucy challenged, a wily gleam twinkling in her coco eyes. The astral zodiac wielder couldn't but help but long to see her dragon unravel for what she couldn't give to catch a glimpse of the feral gleam in his emerald depths when he lost control; picturing herself spread over the massage bed as his hips pistoned into her with wild abandon again and for the sake of both of their pleasure. The visual image of which sent a tingly jolt down south enough to make her toes curl . Plus if any one of them had a sudden change of heart he would stop immediately , she knew which made the all the more appealing.

And besides It's not like Natsu would ever even think of harming or even laying a hand on me like that without my consent. Not to mention pull out if needed out of respect for me - so it's all good.

"It's not that big of an issue really. "

"For you, maybe— but for me it's a different story. As in just cuz one part of my instincts are demandin' that I jump you right here and now, doesn't that the other part doesn't also wanna try and take things slow."

"Okay, so what you're saying is?"

"That what I want to do right now, is what I've been dyin' to to with you all day before we get into the other stuff. So basically massage first then sex ."

" I see what you're saying Natsu , but it's not like it has to be one way or another. In fact, why not change the order up, shake things up ? Give me another taste of your inner primal dragon-demon instincts by fucking me first , then help your girl unwind with a massage ".

"And normally I'd be pretty much down for getting down and dirty like the way we usually do when things get all hot and heavy between us - I really do Luce, believe me. I love our wild romps as much as I do making love to you on top of all the other sexual, intimate, and romantic stuff along with everything else being with you brings. But l also wanna try thing things a little differently today . You know take our time , start off a bit more slow with the massage and the rest of the foreplay that leads up to sex as part of the build up for both our sakes. You know instead of me just cavin' into my instincts to pounce on ya right away as fun as that may be. I mean there's definitely gonna be foreplay either way— but you get the picture."

"I do."

"Then you get the gist of what I'm saying! . Not to mention think about the extra time we'll for some great conversation! Trust me when I say the reward is the well worth the wait."

"And I appreciate that, I really do . All of which greatly appeals to me seeing how how I value everything that was just mentioned as much as you. Still, you should know I'm down either way."

"I'm glad to hear it but I wanna do things a bit differently."

"Hey, no sweat. It's all—"

"Lucy, no".

Natsu's patient yet firm, assertive voice was effective enough to cut Lucy off, when robust fingers were wrapping around her wrist to pry her hand away in favour of resting it on a more neutral place around his neck; all this before she could even work any more of her magic which nearly drew a small noise of protest from the stellar mage.

"Hey—what gives? . I thought— " whined the stellar mage , unable to stop disappointment from bleeding) into her already sulky tenor as if she were a child whose toy had been snatched; only for the words to die in throat when he silenced her with a withering glare — the kind that brokered no argument.

"What gives? Are you freakin' kidding me right now Luce?! I just had to pry your own hand away cuz you were being away too handsy for your own good... or mine for that matter cuz damn did that feel good— but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say, missy, is that I had to make sure we stopped before you pushed me too far over the edge... which now that I think may about probably wouldn't have been so.. urgh! Goddammit-you have me doing it again! Goin' off on a tangent! "

"Anyway the point is that I went to a put in a whole lotta effort in making this impromptu date romantic for the both of us— which I'm more than happy to do since I love and want you to feel special cuz you are. But you're making this a lot harder than it needs to be."

"You're right—I'm sorry," Lucy apologized with a heavy sigh , feeling a twinge of guilt thread through her from at her boyfriend's light rebuke. Here he was trying his damnedest to put together a romantic date for the of two of them and then she had to go and nearly ruin it all by undermining his efforts!

All because I'm an impulsive moron who couldn't keep my impulsive hands to myself! The zodiac wielder admonished herself. Jeez... could I be any more hopeless?!

To Be Continued

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A/N: See you in chapter 5!

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Wayward- Part 4

A/N: This chapter is from Joseph’s POV and goes into detail about his feelings towards the Deputy (that he doesn’t know is a Deputy...yet)

Words: 1,785 Warnings: NSFW in the dream sequence if you squint

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

“Joseph…” She called his name so sweetly but when he looked for her, she wasn’t there. She needed him but he couldn’t find her to help her.

“Come to me, my child…my love…my angel.” When she finally came to him, her eyes were full of tears and she sobbed quietly reaching out to him.

“I am a sinner,” she confessed.

“We all are, my love, even me.” He took her into his arms and tried to hold her but she disappeared and reappeared at the other side of the room.

“Do not touch me. I am unclean, Father. I am a liar…a sinner!” She sobbed again and Joseph walked to her and this time she remained. He held her close and couldn’t help but feel that thing he tried to deny: temptation. Her soft lips called to him: KISS ME. KISS ME.

And he did.

This wasn’t like last time. It was passionate. It was deep. It was dirty. He wanted more. He needed more.

Her hands found purchase on his bare chest and slid lower making him gasp. He should stop her. Tell her to stop!

Just as she reached the place that was begging for her, he woke with a start, breathing heavily and refusing to look at anything but the ceiling.

He needed to pray.

Joseph had been praying for at least an hour. He had been praying to God to help him forget about that woman—that temptress as John had called her. He looked down at where he carved LUST into his own skin and sighed. For some reason, it seemed to itch more than usual tonight and he wondered if it was God giving him a sign.

He hadn’t felt this way about another, not since his wife, and he couldn’t understand why God would choose now to send someone new. He was too busy. He had a flock to take care of. He had no time to focus on one woman who just happened to choose Hope County as her new place of residence.

“Lord…tell me what to do.” He looked up towards the heavens and clasped his hands together. It was odd not feeling the rosary there. He smiled as he thought about it wrapped around her small, soft hand—a hand he would love to feel in his every day.

His wound ached again as if God were sending him a sign. “I know,” he whispered. “But she is special. So special.” He ran his fingers across the word on his lower stomach and exhaled. He couldn't help but think about how soft her skin felt when he held onto her as he baptized her, the way her dress clung to her body after he had dipped her underwater…

…the way she kissed him.

She kissed him. Why would she do that? He had felt a stirring that he hadn’t felt in so long. It was lust but it was also something more. When she told him that it meant nothing to her, it hurt him. He was sure she had felt something just as he did, but it was a heat of the moment thing for her.

Or so she said.

He felt it so she must have felt it too. There was a spark, a connection. God knew it too or else he wouldn’t have made him feel the things he was feeling.

He chuckled quietly when he thought of her calling him dramatic. No one else would ever be brave enough to say something like that to his face, but she had without hesitation and he found it endearing. It was taking everything in him not to drive over there and tell her how he felt, tell her that God had made it clear that they were destined to be together even if He did put some obstacles in his way.

One of those obstacles was John.

He had seen the way his brother looked at her—the way he flirted and teased her. She responded with anger but what if she hadn’t one day? John had also taken her to his bunker to hear her confession and he clearly had fun with her, giving her not one but two tattoos. And one of them had been lust. Joseph was certain that sin was more a reflection of what John was feeling and he took it out on the frightened woman in front of him.

He was not innocent in all this though. Like she said, he told John to take her but it was only because he felt he was losing control. When she had kissed him, it awakened something in him that he hadn’t felt in a very long time and he was afraid to face it. He told himself to stay far away from her and she seemed to have the same idea.

It seemed like a good plan at first, but he missed her at his sermons. He missed those wide, curious eyes staring up at him as he spoke. He missed the little smiles she flashed him here and there, as distracting as they were.

The sun was just setting and the light flooded into the church windows beautifully. He sat alone in one of the pews, eyes closed and hands laced together on his lap. He prayed for her. He prayed to see her, to talk to her, to see her smile at him again.

Just as he opened his eyes, one tear slowly rolling down his cheek, the church door opened and he knew it was without looking. As she requested, he didn’t call her child, but he called her by her name—he had been honored that she shared it with him.

“Good evening, Father,” she said quietly. He turned to her and the light surrounded her like some ethereal being, an angel. She smiled as she moved closer to him, holding something in her hand. “I thought it was time I returned this.” He held out his hand and she placed the rosary into it.

“Thank you.” He looked into her eyes and she looked back, looking as if she had something to say. “Is something troubling you?” He slid over and made room for her to sit and she did. He wasn’t expecting her to.

“I’m not sure if this is the right place for me…” she said quietly, staring straight ahead, her hand lingering close to his on the pew.

“Is there a reason you feel that way?” he asked though he was afraid to hear the answer. It was him. He knew how overbearing he could be at times. Though it could be John as well.

“I have no friends here. No family.”

He turned to her then, hurt by her words. “But of course you do.” He took her hand expecting her to pull away but she only squeezed his hand.

“I’m afraid.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t know what to do…”

“Trust in God. Trust in me. I will help you on whatever path you choose.” He never wanted to let go of her hand. He could tell she had inner demons—he had known so many of his own. If he could take all of hers into his body and take the pain for her, he would. “What ails you?”

She looked at him, unblinking. She was holding so much inside. She was holding a secret so dark, so deep that it could ruin everything he had built…but he wouldn’t find out this way. She smiled and slipped her hand from his. “I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I could talk to Faith. She could—”

“No!” she said abruptly, causing a small echo in the empty church. “I only meant…I'd rather not use…”

“Drugs?” He smiled lightly at her seeing that she was uncomfortable using that word around him. “You don’t have to censor yourself around me.”

She laughed and it was like music to his ears. “You are a man of God, of course I have to censor myself around you.”

“Being a man of God does not make me completely innocent. I know deeply of sin and other temptations.” He watched as she played with her fingers nervously, keeping her hands in her lap. He wanted to take both of her hands in his and kiss them.

“What are you thinking about Father?” she asked, snapping him to attention. It had been a long time since he talked to anyone, besides his brothers, one on one this way.

“Joseph, remember?” She nodded and he continued. “I just wish I knew why you hold so much in. Doesn’t it cause you pain? I can see it in your eyes.”

“I’m still new here and I don’t trust easily…though I feel calm around you.” That made his heart swell. He wanted to hold her and never let her go.

“A stranger in a strange land,” he said. He knew exactly what it felt like. “I’m sure my brother and I didn’t help in making you feel welcome.”

“Well…” she started.

“I have no excuse for the way I behaved. As for my brother, I can only talk to him and pray he will listen.” He moved to his knees and looked at the woman sitting beside him. “Will you join me in a prayer?”

“I don’t…I haven’t prayed in a very long time,” she admitted.

He held his hand out to her. “This is the perfect time to start again.” She placed her soft hand in his and knelt beside him, bowing her head with a sigh. He didn’t let go of her hand. He didn't even know what he was praying for, he just wanted to touch her again.

While she had her eyes closed, he chanced a look at her and was convinced, again, that she was an angel sent just for him. The calm look on her face, the fading light enveloping her, the way her lips curved up just a bit in a small smile.

“Joseph are you okay?” she asked, concern wrinkling her brow.

“I certainly am. Thank you for praying with me.” He helped her stand and held onto both of her hands longer than he needed to. “I hope we can do this again sometime.”

“Okay…Joseph.” She smiled and walked around him out of the pew then out of the church. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath suddenly feeling like the collar of his shirt was too tight. He had been too close to her for too long. And almost as if God was warning him, his new wound began tingling and itching. When he looked down he could see the L and U bleeding through his shirt.

[juniperpublishers-yoga]

Overcoming Desire Through the Third Eye-Juniper Publishers

Juniper Publishers- Journal of Yoga and Physiotherapy

Opinion

In my short yet compressed article, I wish to suggest an explanation of a yogic technique to resist sensual temptations such as desire/lust (kāma). By reading into the mythical moment of Śiva's encounter with KāMadeva, I will interpret the way in which a yogin gains knowledge in "operating" his own autonomic nervous system; through such yogic powers, it might be possible to manipulate one's own bodily functions. I will claim that such an ability is perfected through the esoteric technique of Śambhavī mudrā; Furthermore, my reading implies that a yogin who is well trained in this technique can pacify sexual arousal in a matter of minutes, or perhaps even seconds.

I wish to begin with the famous myth of Śiva and KāMadeva: The gods, being much distressed by the demon Taraka, were advised that he could be defeated only by a son of Śiva. Unfortunately, Śiva at this time was deep in a trance of yoga from which no normal means would rouse him. KāMa shot at Śiva an arrow, the immediate consequences of which were disastrous, for the fire of tapas flashed from Śiva’s third eye, utterly consuming the god of love, who has since been known as the bodiless one [1]. KāMadeva, the god of sensual desire (kāma), manages to disturb the meditative penance (tapasyā) of Śiva. When reading that even the archetypal yogin is disturbed by desire, one wonders: How did KāMadeva manage to do it? Isn't the most powerful yogin immune to such sensations? Haven’t all earthly temptations been burnt by his most divine penance? According to Wendy Doniger: Tapas (asceticism) and KāMa (desire) are not diametrically opposed like black and white, or heat and cold, where the extreme presence of one automatically implies the absence of the other. They are in fact two forms of heat, tapas being the potentially destructive or creative fire that the ascetic generates within himself, kāma the heat of desire. Thus they are closely related in human terms, opposed in the sense that love and hate are opposed, but not mutually exclusive [2].

These two fires are two sets of psycho-physical modes, which although not mutually exclusive, they still affect each other's functionality through alternation, much like the Sympathetic and Parasympathetic nervous systems. The fire of tapas, which creates a deep state of relaxation, is exactly what allows Śiva to be momentarily affected by kāma, since the fire of arousal rises from the fire of the relaxing parasympathetic system. Simply by being relaxed, kāma might suddenly rise. After his temporary arousal, Śiva quickly rekindles the fire of tapas and burns KāMadeva by opening his third eye. By being burnt, KāMadeva evaporates and becomes a bodiless kāma; In other words, he has been transmuted into abstract lust, which can be spread all over the world. Since Śiva is the first yogin, all other yogins after him must burn their internal kāma through their third eye; they always need to fight the fire of kāma with the fire of their tapasyā. A novice yogin might wonder how should he be able to burn kāma when all he sees in the mirror are merely two eyes, not three. A useful hint appears in the version of this myth which is found in the Matsya Purāna; before KāMadeva shoots Śiva the arrow of lust, he sees Śiva with "His lotus-like eyes half open and intently gazing on the tip of his straight nose" [3]. Such a description reminds a practice called Śambhavī mudrā, which is mentioned in the Hatha Yoga Pradīpikā (HYP); it says that this hiddenmudrā of the Vedic şāstras is performed by gazing outside without blinking, while concentrating on the inside, until the outside objects disappear [4].

In other sources, Śambhavī  mudrā also includes concentrating on the middle of the eyebrows, which allows the yogin "to rarefy the mind into higher subtler planes of stillness with a simultaneous inversion of optical vision, giving the outer eyes an expression of blankness and cessation of breath" [5], much like the expression of Śiva in the Matsya Purāna.

A cessation of breath is not mentioned in this Purāna, but the HYP describes a clear relation between deep concentration and the cessation of breath:

A) Mental activity is created by two factors, psychophysical impressions/habits/tendencies (vāsanā) and breathing [6].

B) With the control of breath, comes the control of the mind, and vice versa [7].

C) When the mind has been dissolved, breath dissolves, and vice versa [8].

The cessation of breath clearly affects the condition of sexual arousal; "When the inhaling of outside energy with the oxygen is stopped, and exhaling of carbonic acid gas is prevented, the venosity of the blood is increased and this increased venosity of the blood has a powerful effect the longer the breath is retained, the more powerful is the effect" [9]. The rising venosity of the blood causes retardation in the circulation of the blood towards the yogin's pelvic area, which might explain a quick diffusion of sexual arousal. Yet, the part of the third eye in this technique remains to be explained.

When discussing the Third Eye, three obvious questions come to mind: What is the third "eye"? Where is it? How did Śiva use it in order to overcome kāma? I will start by explaining what makes the third eye an eye. Two of the Sanskrit names of the third eye, jñāna-netra and ājñā, contain the same root,jñā. This root means "to know", so these names may be roughly translated as "The eye of knowledge". Although, in this context, jñā, despite its etymological relation to the verb "to know", does not describe the type of knowledge which one might obtain by reading books or articles; JñāNa is a direct intuitive knowledge, and in that sense, it is through jñāna that the yogin learns his own subtle (sūksma) anatomy and gains control of it. As the eyes grant us with the knowledge of the objective world around us, the third eye is responsible for the knowledge of the subjective world which is both within and without.

In that sense, Śiva already knew how to burn kāma even before KāMadeva approached him. This knowledge came from meditating on his third eye, which gave him the ability to control his body and mind, including the autonomic nervous system. Another thing which makes the third eye "an eye" is its location in the middle point between the eyebrows. The HYP hints that Śiva is concentrating on this point, by suggesting that the seat of Śiva is between the eyebrows (bhrūmadhya), where the mind dissolves [10]. Bhrūmadhya literally means "the middle of the eyebrows", which is the point of concentration where Śiva is fixed (sthāna). Another name, dvidala kāmala, points us to a more accurate location; dvidala kāmala means "the two- petalled lotus", an image similar to the shape of the anterior and posterior lobes of the pituitary gland, located near the middle of the eyebrows. Vasant G Rele [11] describes its physical location as "the Naso-ciliary extension of the cavernous plexus of the sympathetic through the ophthalmic division of the fifth cranial nerve, ending in the ciliary muscles of the iris and at the root of the nose, through the supra-orbital foramen. It has two petals or branches and is situated between the eyebrows" [11].

This means that Śiva's concentration is not on the outer surface of the skin, but on a more internal sensation, close to the root of the nose; it appears so also by yet another name, bhrūmula, the root of the eyebrows. In the Saubhāgyalaksmī Upanisad, the description of ĀJñā Chakra consists of three parts: 1) the innermost part of the roof of the mouth, 2) the root of the nose, and 3) the middle of the eyebrows; which are located at the same levels of: 1) the fourth ventricle and pituitary gland, 2) aqueduct of the midbrain, and 3) third ventricle and pineal gland [12]. Thus, yogic knowledge and powers do not come by merely squinting, but by absorbing the mind and breath, without forcing any eye movement, in the inner area between the roof of the mouth and upwards towards the middle of the eyebrows; roughly where the pituitary gland is located.

Still, the last question remains: How did Śiva use his third eye to overcome kāma? For a trained yogin, concentrating on the third eye causes "the convergence of the eye-balls to a near point in the body [until it] stretches the lateral rectus muscles of the eye-balls, and stimulates the ciliary ganglia which are in close connection with them in the orbit. The current, generated by this stimulus, is carried along the various fibres of the Vagus through the superior cervical ganglion of the sympathetic chain" [13]. By activating the sympathetic nervous system, the conditions for sexual arousal are no longer met, and the yogin gently shifts towards a mental mode of "fight or flight"; yet, the yogin does not fight nor fly, but remains seated in meditation. The yogin's tapasyā creates an auto-suggestion which enables him to alter between the two fires, that of tapas and of kāma, through manipulating his autonomic nervous system; when kāma grows strong, he activates the sympathetic nervous system, and then switches back to activating the parasympathetic system. This dance of balance allows him to return to his relaxed trance. In conclusion, I have suggested that an experienced yogin is able to control his autonomic nervous system, to the extent that he can diffuse and dissolve sexual arousal (which is caused by kāma). Through the encounter of Śiva and KāMadeva, I pointed out that the technique for such an ability is possibly the Śambhavī mudrā;

It consists of:

1) Concentration on the area between the eyebrows and the root of the nose.

2) A cessation of breath and

3) An auto-suggestion to remain in trance during the activation of the sympathetic nervous system.

I wish to add that there cannot be complete correspondence between the third eye and the pituitary gland; The third eye is part of the yogic subtle body (sūksma śarīra, while the anatomical parts of the nervous system are in the domain of the physical body (sthūla sarīra). My motivation in such a reading is to dissolve the clear-cut discursive boundary between the symbolical and the physiological; this boundary, as I see it, results from designating the theoretical aspects of yoga to the field of "Spirituality", a distinctly modernist discourse, which mystifies the yogic experience to the extent that the theory of the  sthula is often left unexamined. By decoding and combining the ancient corpus of yogic theory and practice with contemporary knowledge, it is not only that we can better understand how yogic techniques work, but we can also adapt better these ancient methods to our contemporary social and cultural context; whether it be for the sake of therapy, self-development or scientific research.

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Satan: How he Works, How to Defeat Him

Who is Satan? What does he do? 

We don’t know much about the origin of Satan, but based on a few verses we are able to infer some things about him.

Satan was once an angel, created to be good. He was named Lucifer, and he was the most powerful angel in heaven, but he was not content being below God. Based on these passages, Isa. 14:12–15, Ezek. 28:1–19, it is interpreted that Lucifer became prideful. He no longer wanted to serve God; he wanted to become God. As he turned away from God, he took with him a portion of angels who are now known as demons. 2 Peter 2:4

Upon falling from God, he became “the prince of the world” (John 12:31), and he seeks to turn mankind away from God.

One way he does this is by deceiving and lying to us about what is good for us, then seducing and tempting us with sinful desires. 

He’ll tell us lies about ourselves, lies about others, lies about anything that will sway us from living a righteous life. That little voice in your head that tells us we are unworthy, unforgivable, not enough, ugly, or incapable? That is the voice of Satan. 

The voice that steers us to do or think things that hurt us or others such as lying, unfaithfulness, stealing, sexual immortality, hatred, jealously, drunkenness ect.? That is the voice of Satan. 

He seduces us, he lies to us by telling us that sinful things will satisfy us, or bring us happiness, or solve our problems, or save us. 

“Steal that candy bar. You want it. No one will notice. You deserve it.”

“Have sex with that woman. It will make you feel good. What’s it matter if she’s married. She wants you.” 

“Lie to them. Don’t let them know the truth about what you did. It’s okay to lie this time, because it’s for a good reason. It’s for your own protection.”  

“Don’t bother. You aren’t smart enough, you’ll never amount to anything. You are too lazy, you can’t do anything. If you would just work harder, maybe you wouldn’t be so useless. Just give up.” 

These are just a few ways in which Satan lies to us to get us to commit sin, and when we commit sin, we are inviting Satan into our lives, and when we invite Satan into our lives, it only makes it easier and easier for him to persuade us to sin more and more. He cannot make us do anything sinful, but he can persuade us to commit sinful acts. 

So what do we do about it? 

We take every thought captive. 

“We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” - 2 Corinthians 10:5

When a thought enters your mind, you take it captive. You stop and look at the thought and think to yourself, “Is this from Satan, or is this from God?” 

Every thought either hurts us, or helps us. Everything we think and do either brings us up, or tears us down. It moves us closer to God’s will, or pulls us back towards Satan. 

Imagine you have two buckets in front of you. One bucket is labeled Satan, and the other is labeled God. Now imagine your thoughts are in bubbles. When a thought, desire, or feeling enters your mind, you take that thought and you put it into one of the two buckets. You have the ability to choose where that thought goes. 

And if you put that thought into Satan’s bucket, you leave it there. You don’t entertain it, you don’t indulge yourself in the feelings it brings you. You remind yourself that these thoughts are lies; they are not coming from God, because God is truth. 

Isaiah 65:16 "Because he who is blessed in the earth Will be blessed by the God of truth; And he who swears in the earth Will swear by the God of truth; Because the former troubles are forgotten, And because they are hidden from My sight!

“But how do I know if a thought or idea is from Satan or God?”

By indulging yourself in God’s word. By cross referencing every thought with what the Bible tells us, what God tells us, and what the Holy Spirit tells us. 

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When you have faith in God, you invite the Holy Spirit to guide you in all that you do. However, it is up to us to listen to Him diligently. 

John 14:16-17 (Jesus Speaking) I will ask the Father to give you another Helper, to be with you always. He is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor recognizes him. But you recognize him, because he lives with you and will be in you.

It is the Holy Spirit who helps you throw those thoughts into the correct bucket, and when you throw those thoughts into the correct bucket, you can make decisions for yourself that are pleasing to God, and what is pleasing to God is good for you and good for others. God wants what is best for his children. 

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

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Philippians 4:7 And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 

Philippians 4:9  (Jesus Speaking) Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me, put into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

Mark 7:20-23 Then he continued, “It’s what comes out of a person that makes a person unclean, because it’s from within, from the human heart, that evil thoughts come, as well as sexual immorality, stealing, murder, adultery, greed, wickedness, cheating, shameless lust, envy, slander, arrogance, and foolishness. All these things come from inside and make a person unclean.”

Psalm 119:37 Turn away my eyes from looking at vanity, And revive me in Your ways.

Proverbs 1:10 My child, if sinners entice you, turn your back on them!

Matthew 5:28 But I say to you, anyone who stares at a woman with lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

(What this verse implies is that a thought becomes a sin when you indulge in it. If you see a beautiful woman who causes arousal, it is not a sin until you indulge yourself in the thought. Instead of dwelling on a sinful desire, such as sex with a woman who is not your wife, you are to put the thought in the Satan bucket and leave it there. The same concept can be applied to other thoughts that lead to sin as well) 

1 Corinthians 10:13 No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.

Philippians 4:8  And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.

Galatians 5:16 So I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh.

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Definitions: 

The Holy Spirit: The Holy Spirit is one part of the Trinity (God in three parts). The Holy Spirit is God working for us, within us. Every good thing that we do is a result of the Holy Spirit working within us.

Related words: Spirit of God, voice of truth

Satan: A fallen angel who became the evil ruler of this world. 

Related words: sin, flesh, slavery, darkness, evil, falsehood, lies, deceit

Flesh: Flesh is the inner beast within us that causes us to sin. Our flesh wants to sin. The flesh is the opposite of the Holy Spirit. 

Related words: the world, wickedness, human/evil desires 

If you feel so lead, pray the following words

Prayer:  Father, 

forgive me for not taking every thought captive. Forgive me for allowing Satan to tempt me into sin. Thank you for allowing the Holy Spirit to move through me, which gives me a chance to deny evil thoughts that can harm me.  Please help me to discern between the voice of God and the voice of Satan. Help me to control any evil thoughts rather than allowing evil thoughts to control me.  Help me to align my thoughts with your Word, so that I may make wise decisions that give me a prosperous life that is pleasing to You.  In Jesus name, amen.  REQUIRED SERMON: 30 minutes long 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bLgDoFkdqo

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by Lisa Jarisch

In college I had an English professor who was fond of saying such and such a play, or this, that and the other literary work, or some particular personal hobby, were intended to be, and should be taken as, nothing more than “great good fun”. With its offering of “Little Shop of Horrors” the penultimate production of its season, Mac-Haydn fits the bill to a T. Professor Ellis would proud. (The fact he was most often  referring to his somewhat unusual predilection for participating in Morris dancing, often out of season, should in no way diminish the applicability of his sentiment).

  What’s not to love about a show featuring an overgrown- to- the -extreme talking plant with a burgeoning blood lust and a bent toward world domination, a sadistic dentist who gets his just desserts at the hands…err, mouth…of the afore-mentioned plant, a Greek chorus of Motown-crooning urchins, and a classic love story between a Skid Row orphan and a ditzy blonde bombshell? Absolutely NOTHING, that’s what….and Mac -Haydn offers all that up, with more than a dash of camp and verve and polish.

  Erin Spears Ledford directs her version of the 1982 Off-Broadway mash-up of sci-fi , rock and roll and horror with a deft hand. She sprinkles Skid Row bums, a doo-wop humming Greek chorus of urchins,, florists,  and other “seedy” and assorted characters across the stage with aplomb.  Giving direction to a blood-lusting, tendril-waving, greedy, food-demanding, overgrown,  and eventually gargantuan plant is no easy task, but Ledford gives Audrey II the pride of place she demands, with staging strategically designed to assure every audience member gets the full effect of Audrey II’s “growing” power and control.

  As Skid Row orphan Seymour Krelborn, Andrew Burton Kelley taps into his inner geek and gives us the perfect nerd, right down to the eyeglasses held together with tape, a sweater vest, and bow tie. From his initial stumbling, bumbling, crashing –and entirely off-stage–”entrance”, Kelley plays Seymour to hapless perfection. From yearning to “get outta here” as he bemoans his Skid Row existence in “Downtown”  to discovering that the “strange and interesting plant” he picked up—JUST as a total solar eclipse darkened the earth, Cue the ominous organ music !–may just be his ticket out of the slums, Kelley effortlessly portrays Seymour’s fall from grace, innocence and morality to greed, homicide, and a lust for fame and fortune.   Faced with a drooping, listless, fading Audrey II—named in honor of his secret love, Seymour implores “Grow for Me.”   Lo and behold, a few drops of blood from a pricked finger later, Audrey II has had her first meal, and Seymour begins to see his meal ticket out of Skid Row. Let the clot….err, plot… thicken and sicken from here….

  As the Skid Row Urchin chorus musically opines “Ya Never Know” Seymour’s fame begins to rise in direct proportion to Audrey II’s growth, Events continue to spiral as Mushnik’s Florist shop begins to flourish, thanks to Audrey’s appeal. Seymour’s longing to be part of a family is “fed” by shop owner Mushnik, who realizes his business is dependent on the “growing” popularity of the plant only Seymour can tend, and he announces that “Mushnik and Son” will come about as the result of his adoption of orphan Seymour.

  Not in the least sated by a mere few drops of blood, Audrey II demands more than the anemia-stricken Seymour can provide. With a guttural, imperious demand of  “Feed me, Seymour”, Audrey II SPEAKS.  With a voice that could uproot a giant redwood, Alecsys Proctor-Turner bring Audrey II to blood-lusting life; her booming, soulful, almost hypnotically rhythmic “Git it” rings through the Mac, and lets us know Audrey II holds all the cards now.  Even her costume dripping with leaves, creeping tendrils and twining vines in shimmering effervescent shades of green enhanced with tinges of red commands all eyes on the now stage-dominant plant.  In Ragtime, as Sarah’s Friend, Proctor-Turner provided one of the most heart-wrenching, show-stopping moments with her lament over Sarah’s death, and she is no less effective and captivating here, in a role the complete polar opposite to that signature piece.

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Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Maya Cuevas, Madi Cupp-Enyard, Angel Harrison, Andrew Burton Kelley, and George Dvorsky. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley and George Dvorsky. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Alecsys Proctor-Turner, Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley. Photo Ann Kielbasa..

Andrew Burton Kelley and Emily Kron. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Pat Moran. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley. Photo Ann Kielbasa.Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Maya Cuevas. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Maya Cuevas, Madi Cupp-Enyard, Angel Harrison and Emily Kron. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Pat Moran. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Maya Cuevas, Madi Cupp-Enyard, Angel Harrison and Pat Moran. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley and Emily Kron. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Emily Kron. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley, Emily Kron and and George Dvorsky. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Andrew Burton Kelley and George Dvorsky. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Maya Cuevas, Madi Cupp-Enyard, and Angel Harrison. Photo Ann Kielbasa.Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Pat Moran. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Emily Kron. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

Cast of “Little Shop of Horrors”. Photo Ann Kielbasa.

In an almost Faustian “deal”, Audrey II promises Seymour that if her feeding needs are met, his dreams of wooing and winning Audrey will come true.  Initially repulsed by the idea, Seymour witnesses his secret love Audrey being subjected to repeated abuse at the hands of her boyfriend Orin Scrivello…D.D.S., IF you please …and he lets his lesser demons overcome his better angels as Audrey II “persuades” him that Orin’s death can be the happiest of solutions for all concerned…with the notable exception of the dentist.

  Pat Moran roars onto the stage as the leather-clad, chain-dripping, nitrous-oxide sniffing “Leader of the Plaque” Orin Scrivello, D.D.S., and makes the most of his relatively brief sadomasochistic moment on stage.  As my companion noted  “this guy is a little too much into his role”, as Moran swiveled, leapt, drilled, inhaled, and otherwise milked every deranged dental moment from  both “Dentist” and “It’s just the gas”.  At least I’m fairly certain what his comment was; I was laughing too hard to be sure I heard correctly.  Orin’s eventual demise is the result of self-administered asphyxiation, but also enabled by lack of assistance from Seymour, who watches with an ice-cold demeanor as the abusive dentist breathes (in) his last.  Moran is always a pleasure to watch; he throws himself into every role with unbridled enthusiasm, authenticity, and passion. His menacing, abusive, demeaning treatment of Audrey makes not just Seymour and Mushnik cringe, but the audience as well, and more than justifies the slight cheer that went up as Act 1 concludes with what remains of the dismembered dentist becoming Audrey II’s latest meal.

  As the fashion-challenged, boyfriend-abused, initially worshiped from afar, love interest with a heart of gold Audrey, Emily Kron returns to the Mac-Haydn stage with all the presence and voice that makes her a perennial show-stopper. As she acknowledges her own stirrings of affection for Seymour, she absolutely BELTS her dreams of domestic bliss “Somewhere that’s Green”, leaving the audience longing for their own plastic covered furniture, frozen dinners, and cookie-cutter homes in suburbia.  Joyously joining Mushnik and Seymour as the florist shop is “Closed for Renovation”, and later “Call Back in the Morning,”  Kron shows us an Audrey beginning to bud with confidence that will eventually lead her to embrace and return Seymour’s love, before ultimately becoming another of Audrey II’s meals, a victim of Seymour’s struggle with the temptations of fame and the call of moral conscience. Her duet with Kelly of “Suddenly Seymour”, as Seymour and Audrey finally recognize and admit their feelings for each other is a resounding declaration of new-found love and determination to start a new life, even as Seymour has essentially resorted to dentist-cide, and Audrey still struggles with feeling of guilt that she may be responsible for Orin’s mysterious “disappearance.”

  As Act 2 proceeds, Mushnik, suspicious of the “little red dots” all over the florist shop floor, hears the penny drop and  realizes that Seymour is responsible for Orin’s death; unfortunately for Mushnik, Audrey II convinces Seymour that Mushnik is USDA Prime and that it’s “Suppertime” for the now domineering plant. Back on the Mac stage after his memorable Daddy Warbuck’s in last year’s “Annie.” George Dvorsky takes his turn as a curmudgeonly and sprightly Mr. Mushnik, spouting Yiddish and prancing with abandon. Alternately grumpy and paternal by turns, Dvorsky’s Mushnik plays perfectly against the initial naivete and timidity of Kelley’s Seymour, only to ultimately be betrayed by the “son” he greedily adopted to assure the future financial success of the business he leaves behind. Conned into the gaping maw of the hungry Audrey II, Mushnik disappears from the scene and the shop with a scream, and a flash of hot pink socks.

  With his employer/father now consumed by the engorged foliage, Seymour is left as the sole owner of the flower shop, and find himself besieged on all sides by reporters, lawyers, agents and salesman, all wanting a “piece” of the Audrey II phenomenon, and tempting him with promises of fame and fortune. Coming to the realization that he can no longer be morally responsible for the murders Audrey II has forced him to commit, he considers killing the conniving plant, but remains convinced that Audrey could only love him for the success he has achieved since Audrey II came into their lives.  Audrey, suspicious of Mushnik’s sudden departure to visit a sick sister in Czechoslovakia, visits Seymour hoping for an explanation, but finds him rambling incoherently, and at his urging, she retreats, but not before Seymour realizes her love is not dependent on the  fame Audrey II has thrust upon him.

  Audrey II must die. Alas, before Seymour can make reparation for his sins, Audrey returns to the shop, where her evil namesake cunningly entices her to water her withering limbs, which spring to life and begin to pull Audrey closer to her own death. Snatched from the jaws of the behemoth plant by the returning Seymour, but wounded beyond hope of recovery, Audrey begs to be fed to the plant after her death, so she will always be with Seymour. Reprising “Somewhere that’s Green” as Seymour ever so gently honors her dying wish, Audrey becomes one with the instrument of her death.

  Finally realizing the plant has come from another planet with the ulterior motive to conquer the world ,Seymour also realizes that the World Botanical Enterprises plan to sell cuttings of Audrey II across America will only spread the evil. In a grief-induced rage, he tries to murder the murderer from the outside; when shooting, cutting and poisoning fail, he wields a machete and plunges into its open jaws, to be reunited in death with those who have gone before him. Cuttings are taken, distributed, and sold, and as our Skid Row chorus relates that across the country, blood-seeking plants are enticing their owners to feed them in exchange for promises of prosperity and profit, Audrey II reaches her pinnacle of size and power. In a finale that reaches a thunderous crescendo presented by the entire company, Orin, Mushnik, Seymour and Audrey reappear like walking zombies, entangled in and trailing vines, also imploring the audience “Don’t Feed the plants”, as a dancing, writhing, clearly victorious Audrey II reaches over and into the audience as the lights fade to black. In a show beautifully lit by Kevin Gleason from start to finish, the finale is a truly perfect technical moment.

  In addition to the principle roles, as Motown-channeling, doo-wop crooning urchins, Ronnette, Crystal and Chiffon serve as a Skid Row Greek chorus, narrating and defining and commenting on the action from the sidelines. Madi Cupp-Enyard, Angel Harrison, and Maya Cuevas bring vibrant life to the chorus with harmonious song stylings throughout the show. From introducing us to the “Little Shop of Horrors,” presenting the mysterious plant in “Da Doo” , telling the tale of “Dentist” and other musical moments throughout the show,

Any production of “Little Shop” depends on the quality “performance” of Audrey II, and at the Mac, they do it with textbook precision. As the humans’ lives proceed apace throughout the show, Audrey II  grows to immense proportions, presented with skill and style and puppeteering expertise by Atsushi Eda .  Eda manipulates Audrey II with increasingly threatening menace, surely not the easiest of tasks working in a circular theatre where virtually every “side” is exposed to the audience. By staging Audrey II’s “backside”, or in floral parlance, her root ball, against one of the corner “entrances” to the round stage, director Ledford and  Eda have created the best possible space to display Audrey II for maximum impact. “Her” movements and size increase with every victim she devours; the finale is a masterpiece.

  Once again, Costume Design deserves its own ovation as well. Alison Zador has captured the essence of Skid Row, with each of its denizens telling a story from the flasher to the milkman to the urchins, while the principle characters’ dress captures each  individual personality.   Audrey is the  very definition of “fashionably tacky” ..or is that tackily fashionably?…with Mushnik and Seymour sartorially appropriate as well.

  There is no need to get carried away looking for deep and hidden meanings in this show . Certainly there are weeds of domestic abuse, greed, class struggle to be found among the flowers of Mushnik’s shop,  but this production offers what Mac-Haydn does best….bright, vibrant, enthusiastically performed musical theatre. This is a perfect show for a hot August night— cancel your dentist appointment,,  bandage that paper cut, and head to Chatham before the offspring of Audrey II complete their nefarious plan of world domination.  DON’T feed the plants before you go, but DO expect to have great good fun.

            Little Shop of Horrors, book & lyrics by Howard Ashman, music by Alan Menken, directed by Erin Spears Ledford, choreographed by Lauren Monteleone and music directed by David Maglione, runs August 8 through 18 at the Mac-Haydn Theatre, 1925 Route 203 in Chatham, NY. Costume design by Alison Zador, wig and makeup design by Matthew Oliver, scenic design by Emma Cummings, lighting design by Kevin Gleason, props by Joshua Gallagher and sound design by Nathan Schilz, stage manager Eoghan Hartley.  CAST: Andrew Burton Kelley as Seymour Krelborn, Emily Kron as Audrey, Goerge Dvorsky as Mr. Mushnik, Pat Moran as Orin Scrivello..D.D.S., Alecsys Proctor-Turner as Audry II, Maya Cuevas as Ronnette, Angel Harrison as Crystal, Madi Cupp-Enyard as Chiffon, Atsushi Eda as Puppeteer for Audrey II, Anthony DaSilva and Joe Hornberger as Vine Puppeteers, Joe Hornberger as Skip Snip, Jonah Hale as Bernstein, Rachel Pantazis as Mrs. Luce, William Taitel as Patrick Martin, Sam Seleznow as Junkie, DeShaun Tost as Pimp, Kylan Ross as Milk Man, Spencer Petro as Uptown Square, Justin Forward as Plumber, Anthony DaSilva as Priest, Zoey Bright as Star to Be, Angie Colonna, Chelsea Lynne Myers, and Elizabeth D’Aiuto as Dental Assistants.

Running time: 2 hours including a 15 minute intermission.

For tickets and details please visit www.machaydntheatre.org or call the box office at (518) 392-9292.

  REVIEW: “Little Shop of Horrors” at the Mac-Haydn Theatre by Lisa Jarisch In college I had an English professor who was fond of saying such and such a play, or this, that and the other literary work, or some particular personal hobby, were intended to be, and should be taken as, nothing more than “great good fun”.

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Battle against sin

Samson wrestled and triumphed over his enemies but he didn't with his inner demons. 1. Consider myself dead to sin In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus. Romans 6:11 NIV 2. Present yourself to God You have to decide. You have to make a choice. Sin can be a bondage that enslaved you. It can rob you of power, happiness and our relationship with God. Samson was a slave to lust and his desire for women. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness. Romans 6:13 NIV Where do you put your eyes, heart and mind? Renewal of your mind, fix your eyes on the prize. Put it to death. 3. The armour of God Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. Ephesians 6:11‭-‬17 NIV We definitely lose to evil spiritual forces based on our own flesh and blood. We need God's armour and His help, no question. 4. Prayer Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Mark 14:38 NIV Samson did what pleased him even if it displeased the Lord. You got to hold onto the faith that God's word is better than the pleasures of the world. He took for granted his strength and did not deal with his weaknesses. Vengeful Sexually immoral One day Samson went to Gaza, where he saw a prostitute. He went in to spend the night with her. Judges 16:1 NIV Foolish He presumed on God's presence even though his spiritual life was absent. Then she called, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!” He awoke from his sleep and thought, “I’ll go out as before and shake myself free.” But he did not know that the Lord had left him. Judges 16:20 NIV Your outward success can blind you to your inner decay. Delilah is hot but hell is hotter!