The sadness goddess was feeling supremely happy at that moment. Her Z cup breasts were moving side by side. Her huge hips were singing. Perhaps, that happened to be one of greatest delights in her life. That could also be said… this got weird …. She was 120 feet. She looked brilliant as if she had changed her nature, expanding herself to be joy and sadness at the same time. After all, it had affected her way to see the world in black and white to the wholeness of creation as if she had been drugged.
I am Petra Maestia. I represent the wholeness of this realm. As you can see, I have evolved to a new state of life. Everything has changed for the better. I mean, you have saved me, giving me a new chance to live. Nothing could be better than what you do for me. This has actually shocked me making me feel explicated. What are even you? You are no gonner, nor simp. You are the best specie that I have ever found in this realm. We should fill it up along with the best minutes. Petra said in a loving while looking at him.
Basil: so you are the incarnation of sadness itself. Nothing can be hidden from me. As for those minutes, it is just my natural charm. Heaven and earth follow me everywhere. I am the eye of the storm in reality. You should follow me if you wanna get to know the logos. Nothing can be hidden from me. I see your deep sorrow and joy. There is no need to tell me. I know how to handle it. For real! You will generate eternally sad and happy memories for this multiverse.
Basil created a connection between the logos and her so she could live outside the realm, making her able to do what she needed to do. In that sense, no one could ever stop her. She had ascended to Cosmos Z, feeling all powerful enough to crush 100.000 multiverses. This, by itself, had made her capable of doing many things. There was something valuable in those eyes of hers. She was crying and smiling at once. This will actually make her shower me in pleasure and shows. These wishes and stars could hold them at that same moment as the breath that met their lips.
I really need you. Be more with me. You are my sadness and joy. you are equivalent to heaven and taoties looking at me and praising me for eternity. I really need you, please: you fill me up with your life. This was more than enough for the other goddesses. If words just could hold you, then it would be enough for me to see you with an affectionate gaze. That was more than enough. That had become a unit of salvation… just tell me just that you feel me. It would be enough to make my heart alive. Petra said in her bittersweet demeanour.
This made Basil tremble in a serious way. The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. This was the inner love that he could feel for her. After all, she had been touched by him. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than lie.
Basil: really? What it means to love you is sadness and joy punching me like a doll. I would say that I must decline, but I am not going to decline it… I really love you… because of you… I could see mother feeling alive again as if she had returned to my life. She is my wholeness, and I still think I can get her to come back to my life. I really knew that it could make it work for the whole world. I could have said it in slow motion.
This actually touched her to the bottom of her heart that she got to kiss him with all her affection, decreasing her size to 20 feet to envelop him in her embrace to hold him as if she was words. It was like her skin was addicted to the love that she was trying to give him in all her splendour. This was more than giving her love. It was absolute love. They would shake their bodies against each other in lovemaking. This had taken her aback in 100 degrees of love and sweat, making her think that he was a complete beast.
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.
The previous was what Basil had thought in lovemaking with the goddess of sadness. After all, it was the first time that she had ever connected with another woman apart from his concubines, wives and the logos, giving heads up to what they could do in the future. He instantly remembered Keyla, making him swallow harder in his deed.