Alfred de Musset - Passion's evil

“Suddenly I escaped from his arms with a frightful laugh. The prism was broken. An impure breath had extinguished that ray of love, that heavenly ray that shines but once in life. My soul no longer existed. The senses alone surged up and I returned to my former mode of life.

FANNY:

“You returned to women?”

GAMIANI:

“No! I would first break with men. To have no further desire or regret I exhausted all the pleasures that they can give us. By means of a celebrated procuress, I was exploited, turn by turn by the most accomplished, the most vigorous Hercules of Florence. I succeeded in one afternoon in running thirty-two courses and still desired more. Six athletes were vanquished and crushed. One evening I did better. I had three of my most valiant champions. My talk and actions had put them in such a good humor that it gave me a diabolic idea. To profit by it, I asked the strongest to lie down in reverse position, and while I feasted myself at leisure on his great machine, I was slowly gommorhaized by the second; my mouth received the third and caused him such a lively tickling that he behaved like a real demon and gave voice to the most impassioned exclamations. We all four burst with pleasure at the same time, tensing our four members. What an ardor in our pleasure! What a delicious spending in the depths of my entrails! Can you conceive such an excess? To draw into your mouth all of a man's force; to drink, to swallow with an impatient thirst, his floods of hot, salt foam, and to feel at the same time a double jet of fire traverse you and furrow your flesh in both senses! It is impossible to describe. My incomparable wrestlers had the valiant generosity to repeat it till their forces were completely exhausted.

“Since then, fatigued, disgusted with men, I felt no other desire, no other happiness, than that of enlacing nakedly the frail and trembling body of a young girl, a girl still a virgin and timid, that I can instruct and astonish, that I can overwhelm with pleasure. . But what ails you? What are you doing?

FANNY:

“I am in an awful state. I feel horrible, monstrous desires. All that you have felt of pleasure or of pain, I would feel also, at once, and now. You can no longer satisfy me! My head burns! It turns! Oh! I fear I will go insane! Can't you see? I wish to die of excess. I wish to spend, at last to spend. . spend!”

GAMIANI:

“Calm yourself, Fanny! Calm yourself! Your looks frighten me. I will obey you. I will do any thing. What do you wish?”

FANNY:

“Ah well! Take me with your mouth, let it suck me up! There. . make me render up my very soul.

Then I will seize you, gore you to your very entrails and make you cry out…Oh that ass! It torments me too. I want an enormous member, even tho it rip me up and tear me!”

GAMIANI:

“Fool, fool! You shall be satisfied. My mouth is skillful, and then I have brought an instrument. Here, look! It is as good in action as an ass.”

FANNY:

“Ah! what a monster! Give it to me quickly till I try it. . Hai!. . Hai!. . Impossible! That would choke me.”

GAMIANI:

“You do not know how to use it. That will be my affair; only be firm.”

FANNY:

“You want me to be quiet when I would take it, swallow all of it; I am possessed by rage.”

GAMIANI:

“Lay down on your back, stretch out, spread your thighs and loosen your hair. Let your arms hang naturally. Give yourself up without fear and without reserve.”

FANNY:

“Oh! Yes! I give myself with transports. Come to my arms, come quickly!”

GAMIANI:

“Patience child. Listen: to better feel all the pleasure with which I would intoxicate you, it is necessary that you forget yourself for the instant, loose yourself in a single thought, a thought of sensual love, of pleasure, sensual and voluptuous. Whatever may be my assaults, my furors, be careful not to move or stir. Remain motionless, receive my kisses without returning them. If I bite or if I tear, restrain any expression of pain as well as of pleasure, until the supreme moment when we both struggle together to die at the same time.”

FANNY:

“Yes, yes! I understand, Gamiani. Come, I am as if asleep, I am dreaming now. I am yours, come. Is that not good?. . Wait! This pose will, I think, be more lubricious.”

GAMIANI:

“Debauchee! You surpass me. How handsome you are, exposed that way. . Impatient. . I see you desire me already.”

FANNY:

“Iron burning. Begin, begin I beg you.”

GAMIANI:

“Oh! further prolong this irritating waiting; it is almost a pleasure. Let yourself go. Ah, good, good! That is the way I want you. One would say you were dead. . delicious abandon. . that is it. It will take possession of you, warm you up little by little and bring you back to life. I will set you afire; carry you to the heights of sensual delight. You will fall dead again, but dead of pleasure to excess. Unknown delights, to taste them but for the space of two lightning flashes would be the joy of a god!”

FANNY:

“Your words burn me! To work, to work! Gamiani!”

At these words Gamiani suddenly knotted up her hair, which was in her way. She laced her hand between her thighs and excited herself for a moment, then, with a bound, she threw herself on Fanny's body, which she touched and covered everywhere. Her lips half opened a vermillion mouth, where her tongue pumped pleasure. Fanny sighed; Gamiani drank in her breath, then stopped. To see these two naked women, motionless, soldered, so to speak, one to the other, one would I have said that some mysterious fusion was operating between them, that their souls were. mingling in silence.

Insensibly Gamiani withdrew and got up. Her fingers played capriciously in Fanny's hair, the while she contemplated her with an un describable smile of languor and lust. Kisses, tender nibblings. passed from her head to the feet, where she tickled with her fingers and the tip of her tongue. Then she threw herself again, heavily, fervently, only to rise and fall again. Her head, her hands, seemed to multiply. Fanny was kissed, rubbed and manipulated in all her parts; she pinched, caressed, bit. Her courage gave way and she uttered sharp cries; but a delicate touch came to instantly calm her pain and to provoke a long sigh. Becoming more ardent, more determined, Gamiani threw her head between her victim's thighs. Her fingers spread and violated the two delicate nymphs. Her tongue was plunged in the chalice and, slowly, she exhausted all the joys of the most irritating tickling that a woman may feel. Attentive to 'the delirium she was causing, she stopped or redoubled, according to the progress of the excess of pleasure which she carefully retarded. Fanny, in a nervous fit, suddenly cried out furiously.

FANNY:

“Tis too much! Ah! I'm dying! Oh!” “Take this! Take this!” cried Gamiani, presenting her with a vial which she had partially emptied herself. “Drink! It is the Elixir of Life! Your strength will return!”

Fanny, exhausted, incapable of resistance, swallowed the liquor which was poured into her. half open mouth.

“Ah! Ah!” cried Gamiani, in an exultant voice, “You are mine!”

Her look had in it something infernal. On her knees between Fanny's legs, she attached her fearful instrument and brandished it in a menacing manner.

At sight of it Fanny's transports were redoubled and became violent. It seemed that an interior fire tormented her. and drove her into a rage. Her spread thighs gave themselves in seconding the attacks of that monstrous simulacra. The senseless fool! She had barely commenced that horrible torture when a strange convulsion made her heave and bound in every way.