Never successful against them, never fully defeated by them, he lives on, free to do as he pleases, with Cynthia his only worthy, his only real opponent.

But he need not worry tonight, although a part of him would certainly do well to worry about tonight, if he but knew.

Tonight is just for the three of them to become lost in their erotic, exotic, costumed, common aura.

Wherein is celebrated their archetypal female power.

As it raises itself to consciousness, to reality. As it gathers itself for the danger, the struggle to come.

So that now, they feel it, that nucleus of power and arousal, of power aroused, that they have called forth within themselves, within one another.

A glow, a warmth and a thrill it is, seeming to radiate energy in all directions from the center of their abdomens.

And the delight, the lascivious sensuality of the power is upon them.

And it grows steadily within them, blossoming, mushrooming ever outward.

Filling them with its charge of sexual electricity. Which, to them, is more than merely sexual, more than simply erotic.

Which, to them, is the potential, the power to act, to do as they feel impelled.

So that now, they are getting excited.

Their bodies, their faces become flushed with the engorged blood of their mounting passion.

First this, within, within themselves, within each other.

And then, the charge outward, the storming of the enemy, the thwarting of his plans, perhaps even the destruction of himself.

Later for that.

For now, there is the awareness of their strength, of their sensuality, of their voluptuousness.

For now, there is the arousal, the stimulation, the glow of sexual delight.

Which they elicit from one another ever more ardently.

Which they receive from one another ever more eagerly.

As hunger and satisfaction, desire and fulfillment overlap one another.