Sentimental Walk in the Moonlight - Performance

Music is the sound of the soul.
A book on piano mentioned that, a quote from the piano teacher of the author.
The club you had joined enjoyed music, as the company seemed not to mind sponsoring it.
The piano was your favorite, but at this point you still had trouble with melodies that were too quick paced.
Your favorite piece was Clair de Lune, it was soft and slow, never really picking up in pace.
When you were selected you were supposed to be assigned an abnormality that would be able to attach with you quickly in your work.
The point of it was to bond the Abnormality with another mind, this would allow more energy to be connected, by using personalities that could mesh well.
Your Sephirah Chessed handed you a file, and briefed you, telling you to do your best and try to stay safe.
The Abnormality was called La Luna.
When you read the file, you were relatively delighted, as it was a piano that let you play Moonlight Sonata perfectly. You never could play that piece, it was too complex for someone like you to play.
You entered the containment unit for the Abnormality, seeing the pristine wooden grand piano that shimmered sleekly. As well as a very fancy old lady, garbed in some kind of funeral outfit you thought. It was very tight for a dress, much to your consternation given how 'blessed' her prominent chest was.
She smiled softly, and gestured a hand to the piano, inviting you to play for her. You accepted automatically, taking a seat almost fully prepared to start the Sonata many others had done.
Then you stopped, thinking of Clair de Lune, finding it the better piece for the old woman.
And so you lay your fingers on the keys, the opening notes ringing out. The song came forth naturally, like a river flowing from a spring.
In a trance you played and played, lost to the song. Forgetting even the point or information of your work.
The music went on til it was fully played, afterward you stood up and bowed to the lady.
She sat silent, before smiling and clapping gently for you.
"It has been a while since I heard 'Promenade Sentimentale', and so well done. Thank you, dear young man." She spoke calmly, with a slight accent.
You felt pulled toward her, and smiled, the words were more than just simple praise. It felt like the highest compliment, one that endeared you deeply with the old woman.
"Thank you, Madam, its the only song I'm really good at." You laughed nervously.
"I know the feeling, I consider 'Moonlight Sonata' as my best song to play. But practice let's you sharpen up on even your worst song."
"Really?"
"Yes, Really."
And so you both spoke, never speaking as she gave her knowledge and own experiences, she felt like a grandmother you never had. Though much better skin, with graceful features, even wrinkled they were very handsome on her.
"Well, well, it has been a time since such a wonderful young man has given me such good company. Tell me, don't you have someone else special to give all your time to?" She asked.
"Hah, No, the company takes up alot of time so.. Haven't gotten the chance to see anyone, even at the company clubs, alot of girls die before you get the chance for a date." You admit, not feeling embarrassed, the words come out on their own. But you feel fine telling things like this to La Luna, You are not sure why, it simply is how you feel now.
"What a shame.. Such a young man, it must be painful."
"Ah, no, its okay.. uh!"
"Nonsense, let me, take care of you~."
She moved over to you, gently moving you to sit on the piano bench, she smiles and undoes your pants. Your erection pops out, standing hard in front of her, she looked amused at it and felt it up with a gloved hand.
"Oh my~. As I thought, quite the healthy young man you are~! Excuse me just a bit~." She said, pressing her lips to the head of your cock, making you shiver.
It only gets better as she opens up her blouse, freeing a large pair of breasts that she bundles your cock in, rubbing them against your incredible hardness.
Only the head of your cock peaks from her breasts, letting her lavish it with her mouth, stroking you up and down with her breasts.
Stimulating your cock as she bobbed her head and breasts on it, having a surprising amount of diligence in how she worked it.
"What a good young man, so obedient~. Go on and cum then~."
Some how, with just those words you feel your resistance fail and shoot your load out, spurting long strings of cum onto the older woman's face and chest.
Relaxing back, at the surprising relief you felt at cumming, and looking down at her erotic face.
Her dark purple lips cleaned of the sticky white strands with a flick of her tongue.
"There, now don't you feel so much better? It is alright, I am happy to help such a talented youngster~. Why don't we move on to a duet?"
Those words were so much more tantalizing than they should have been, you found your spent cock reinvigorated and raring to have a taste of this mature woman's experienced pussy.
Her hands guided you to face the piano, and her back, as she lifted and rolled her skirt up fully, exposing the nice light skinned globes of her ass.
Giving you a delicious view and feeling as she sat herself upon your dick, her lips spreading and swallowing you easily inside.
She hummed pleased, and began to play a slow, but swelling tune much different from the sonata that should have come from her, it was instead 'Lake in the Moonlight'.
Her hips moved in small circles at the start of the piece, her body motioning in tandem with the music, the teasing slow and little movements only making you harder in anticipation.
Bit by bit, the song grew in key and tone, and along with them she would lift her ass higher upon your cock, bring it down as the music alternated with growing crescendos.
More and more, her hips moved on your cock, starting to become full fucking, as she was riding you with such precise and meticulous thrusting.
You couldn't do much, but grip the bench as hard as her pussy lips griped your shaft, dragging her insides along it with every pull up.
The soft moans, sounds of the rapid piano keys, and your own cries mixed into a symphony of sorts that flooded your ears.
All of it crashing with a final slam of La Luna's fingers on the keys, and her ass on your overwhelmed erection.
Feeling yourself cum deep inside the woman, and shivering with pleasure as well as exhaustion.
"Such compatibility you and I have~. I look forward to 'making music' with you again~." She thanked you, waving as you turned to leave, once she had neatly put you together again.
You hobbled away, never noticing that she sat as still as before you had entered, too overcome with your experience.
If you had to describe it, it felt like you had gone to the moon and back.
You had to perform with her again, it felt like a burning urge, one that pulled your mind to the sound of the music inside it.
The sound of lust between you and her.
....
Gebura shook her head, watching with A, she was absolutely upset at the work with this abnormality.
The creature's hypnotic abilities had overshadowed the employee sent in, they gathered alot of energy.
But to call it success..
She felt sick to her stomach with rage, spitting on the ground, and stomping off.
She normally would have said something, but she knew Angela was close by.
Angela seemed fine with giving in to most of Ayin's designs, only interfering with the sephirah.
She had tried to get her to do something, but her only response was:
"No.. This act is a simple intermission, take some time to do what you can. If you're displeased, then lock yourself up. I want to see where this goes, Ayin taught me the scientific method, and so repetition must continue." Angela spoke in an almost warning tone.
She stopped speaking up, fearing the things she could lose.
Tipherath had been keeping more to just their department, letting the correspondences go through with less hand in running things.
Because the female one had grown shier and hidden more, there was a noted loss of communication between the levels of the departments.
The bottom layers had cut off all true responses, only supplying needed supplies and function.
Gebura was stuck having to speak more to the other two herself.
And the top layer had all collectively chosen to follow A, Malkuth, Hod, and Netzach had all personally met with A and now in their own way began enforcing his policy.
She couldn't confront them while trying to keep Tipheraths and Chessed from closing off too.
She moved to the lower levels to escape for just a bit and be alone, quietly wanting a second trumpet event to release her stress.
She hung her head, sitting and cursing to herself.
"This can't be what you would have wanted.. Right, Carmen? These things.. Its disgusting." She said to herself.
"Isn't it..?" a quiet voice dissented, with a shadow falling over Gebura.
"H-Huh..?"
She looked up, her disbelief plain.
"Carmen's wish.. Do you thing it was such a straight forward path?" Binah continued.
"What do you mean!? How would you unders-!"
"I looked into the depths of the mind's murky waters. The waters she has drawn up herself. Maybe you just don't want to admit how malicious her love has become?"
"I-.. No! Carmen wouldn't have let this happen! That bastard is ruining everything!"
"Is that so..? Then.. why not help us?"
"H-Help you!? Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm not the one running this stage rebellion."
"..."
"...."
"..Really?"
"Yes.. I'll leave it up to you.. But when the time comes, I will follow my own will myself~. So think of which end you want to be on with me again, Red Mist~."
With that Binah softly laughed, and walked away, like a shadow scurrying from the light.
Gebura looked at the ground, and cursed again.
Stomping off back into an elevator, more pissed than before.
She wouldn't let such a thing happen again.