by Prax Venter
“What’s…? Mmm,” she mumbled, her breath coming fast.
“Ahnix, if she doesn’t obey a command, slice her open.”
“Understood,” the cat-girl purred.
Mark stood up and faced the raven-haired giant-naga. “Take off your clothes.”
She looked out into the utterly rapt mob of guests, watching their every move. The unmistakable flare of desire and sexual heat rose from the giant naga Mistress, and she obeyed Mark’s command. Her coy eyes lingered on his, and he felt her primal sense of loyalty shift to him. Mark canceled the pleasure beam- he knew she was his.
“Let her go, please, Ahnix.” He took his eyes off the deposed giant naga Mistress while she undressed and turned back to Vale. “What do you say we put her wicked tongue to some good use?”
His white-haired giant naga nodded, and he felt a rush of pure excitement flutter from her stomach. He stepped over Vale’s tail and began to pull his own clothes off.
When he cast his eyes on Lothar’s Mistress, he wasn’t expecting to see the same black nipples on her pure white flesh. The older woman’s heavier breasts had a bit more sag and were an impressive sight. She had two barbells through each long nipple- one horizontal, one vertical.
Her stomach was thin and flat, and her hips were narrower than Vale’s, but this giant naga’s pussy lips were wrinkled mounds of soft black flesh. A white pearl of a clitoris hung down under a thick hood.
“Come, take this nipple in your mouth.”
The raven-haired giant naga lowered her head and slid forward. She continued the downward movement and smoothly slid up to Vale’s other side. King Lothar’s Mistress locked her red eyes on Mark’s, then Vale’s, before she bent her head down to fulfill his command.
Her deft tongue slid from her dark red lips, and she wrapped Vale’s leathery nipple flesh in its length. Mark watched for a few moments before he turned his eyes to Vale and began to suck on her other nipple.
They both caused his giant naga to squirm with pleasure as both of her sizable nipples were serviced by hot and eager mouths. The instant he could sense Princess Vale had reached a sexual plateau, Mark pulled his lips off to issue another command.
“Vale, shove your tail in her pussy.”
Both giant-naga women snapped their eyes on Mark, and he heard Ahnix let out a tiny snort from her seated position on the stage. She had decided to join the onlookers as Mark made two giant naga females pleasure each other.
The Mistress kept her mouth on Vale’s nipple as the white-scaled, bumpy tip probed for the opening. Both moaned in unison when the slick end of Vale’s tail slid in an inch.
“Deeper,” Mark said, watching closely. The white clit hanging over the pale naga’s lips looked swollen as Vale pressed her widening tail in a few more inches.
“Good girl. Now- you, move down slowly, to Vale’s perfect pussy. I want to see a demonstration of your oral skill. If Vale is pleased, we may keep you alive to service her in the future.”
Her heavy-lidded, ruby eyes gazed deeply into Mark’s as she listened, but Vale’s writhing tail inside her vagina was fighting for her attention.
She got the message through. The raven-haired giant naga slowly unwrapped her long tongue from Vale’s nipple, grazing across the black flesh as she pulled it back into her mouth past her full lips.
Lothar’s Mistress was quite beautiful with a heart-shaped face and thick, dark hair. Her upper lip jutted out just a bit, and Mark watched those lips take a lingering journey down Vale’s chest and stomach.
She traced the indents of Vale’s defined core muscles and kissed around her bellybutton. Her blood-red eyes looked up Vale’s violet ones as she kissed all around her fleshy folds. The other woman’s long tongue came out and danced around Vale’s rubbery lips for a bit and then encircled her clit, spiraling like a lasso about to be tossed over a wild mare’s neck.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Vale moaned.
“I bet,” he said, rubbing his hand on her strong stomach as she was pleasured by someone else’s giant-naga tongue for once. He pressed his lips onto Vale’s and gave Lothar’s Mistress a little while to really get her pussy nice and wet. Vale kept fucking the other woman with her tail, and the raven-haired Mistress breathed bursts of air out of her small nose as she distractedly took the pleasurable pounding.
“You,” Mark addressed their new slave. “Get that tongue inside.”
Lothar’s Mistress slid down a bit and began to caress the inside of Vale’s pussy.
Vale put the back of her hand over her eyes and began to groan.
Mark disengaged from her towering nipple, got up and straddled Vale’s wrinkled folds. He slowly squatted and pointed the tip of his dick downward to join the tongue currently buried deep inside.
He had felt what it was like to fuck Vale with another giant naga tongue wedged in her vagina once before- when they blew his mind just before he escaped the ChronoMind pod, but it had been her own tongue. Mark knew that someone else attentively pleasuring your genitals while you endured the forced ecstasy was like nothing you could do to yourself.
When his fat head pushed open her hole and shoved in alongside the currently residing tongue, Vale locked up. She was groaning in that low primal way he heard her make when she was hitting a deeper level.
He looked back and felt more than saw that Vale had become lax in her tail fucking. Mark reached forward and grabbed one of her silver hoop nipple rings and gave it a quick tug. Vale’s eyes snapped wide open, and her pupils dilated a second later.
“I want to hear this bitch moan into my ass. Fuck her good,” he said.
Vale’s dusky cheeks turned a rosy red, and she diverted a little more concentration to stuffing her pebbled tail deep into the other giant naga’s wet vagina.
Mark nodded and started to ram his dick downward into Vale’s hot wet hole and wrapped his hands around her clit as leverage, tugging upward with each downward thrust.
“Gnahaa!” Vale screamed, biting her lower lip.
“Lick his balls and asshole!” one of the guests cheered from the crowd, and Ahnix snorted again. She was loving this. “Hear, hear!” she called.
Lothar’s Mistress pulled her tongue out of Vale’s hot pussy for a moment to completely encircle his balls, wrap back upward, and flick his anus with the tip of her tongue.
The tingle that resonated through his spine made Mark grunt. The other giant naga continued to skillfully use her tongue to give equal attention to both Mark and Vale’s hot, throbbing genitals as he slid in and out of his white-haired beauty.
They kept at this for a while until Vale finally hit her peak level of vaginal stimulation and her whole body locked up in an intense orgasm.
At first, Mark squeezed Vale’s fat clitoris between his fingers on purpose, but when her collected essence poured into him, he lost full control over his body and squeezed harder.
Vale screamed with ecstasy as he forced her into a new level of unimaginable pleasure. Their naga sex slave tugged his balls backward with her tongue as they pumped their thick load deep into Vale’s hot body. Both Mark and his perfect giant naga princess shuddered as they tried to remember their own names, and the crowd started clapping.
Mark stood up and pulled out. Panting, he bent down and crawled over to Vale where he pressed his lips into hers and they both just drank in the other’s closeness.
When Vale spoke again, she sounded like her old self.
“Thank you for rescuing me- again,” she said. “I am truly yours, eternally.”
She aggressively pulled him on top of her and locked her lips on his. Just like before, they all zipped back up one level, and Mark found himself with Vale and Ahnix in the colossal random item room.
Mark got up and offered his hand down to Vale. Her confusion faded, and she allowed him to help her back into an upright position. She was back to wearing her ‘Princess Vale’ outfit, a silky pink top and copper metal skirt.
“There is a lot to explain,” Mark began, mee
ting her violet eyes in the dim light. “You were trapped in a looping nightmare, there is no immediate danger, and we need to go save Roo now.”
Vale’s pupils bounced around his face as she processed everything, then nodded, trusting him implicitly.
“Everyone ready for Roo’s party?” he asked, and Vale raised a single eyebrow right before Mark slapped Roo’s file.
He looked around the ancient dining room and saw the dusky giant naga and furry cat-girl behind him. Turning back around, he saw Roo standing up from her chair, her puffy mouth hanging open.
“You guys…” she said.
Mark held his arms out wide. “We’re all here to see you, Roo. There is nowhere any of us would rather be than at your side.”
The masked velvet-girl clacked her high heels on the wooden floor as she stepped into his arms. Her floral scent wafted over him, and he squeezed her lithe frame tight against his chest.
“Ohh did you make this cake?” Vale said, seeing the baked, pink-frosted confection sitting on a glass cake stand. “And place cards! Very cute, Roo.”
Roo squealed in Mark’s arms and then ran over to her chair. Her black eyes twinkled, and he felt physical relief that all three of the precious people tethered to his heart were relatively happy and content again.
“Well,” Roo said, facing the cherry-studded frosted cake. “Should we, um, you know…”
Then it occurred to Mark that the velvet-girl was not only glad they were going to eat her cake, but that she was practically dripping wet with sexual arousal. Her eyes danced from Mark to Ahnix, then to Vale’s chest and back again.
“It’s a shame you don’t eat, Roo,” Mark said, setting her up.
“Oh, it’s okay. I can’t wait to see you taste it though!”
Mark stood, and Roo watched him scoop a dab of pink frosting on his finger. With careful deliberation, Mark walked over to the masked fabric construct.
With his free hand, he cupped her soft chin and with his finger, he smeared a bit of the frosting on her large, red lips.
“I’m sure it’s going to be delicious,” he said as he gazed deep into her black eyes.
Mark bent down and licked the frosting off her lips. While they kissed, Vale and Ahnix came around the table and helped Roo get completely undressed. Ahnix slid her hand down between the velvet-girl’s fabric lips, and her furry fingers were instantly soaked.
“Look how sopping wet you are already,” the cat-girl said, gently slapping Roo’s pussy with her open palm a few times. Her jet-black eyes fluttered with each pleasurable strike.
“You’re right,” Mark said, feigning surprise. “Sounds like we need to stuff it with something before this whole place floods.”
In one swift movement, Mark grabbed a handful of the cake with his bare hand and rubbed hard into Roo’s fabric folds.
Her open-mouthed shock changed to heavy panting as Ahnix got on her knees and buried her face in Roo’s messy crotch.
Vale was a moment behind with two handfuls of cake smashed into Roo’s stiff, red nipples. The crumbling bits of pastry fell onto Ahnix on her knees below. The purring cat-girl didn’t really seem to mind and simply enjoyed lapping her small tongue against Roo’s sweet frosted pussy.
“Mmm…” the fabric girl moaned as Vale and Mark wordlessly got to work on her nipples. He noticed that a whole, bright red cherry was lodged into some of the frosting on her chest. He plucked it out and began to rub it around her sensitive nipple as he kissed her neck. The velvet-girl was barely standing on her own as her three favorite mouths slurped on her most sensitive areas.
As Ahnix centered her rhythmic tongue lashing on Roo’s purple, fabric nub, Mark received a faint shadow of a desire.
Reading her sexual frequency, Mark pulled away from her and circled around. Roo let out a huge sigh and leaned forward. She knew Mark was going to fulfill her desires.
Ahnix moved with the fabric girl’s fit velvet legs, angling her head up to continuously suck Roo’s pussy lips.
Mark licked the firm, red cherry, getting it laden with saliva before he used it to rub on Roo’s tight, puckered anus. He saw her squeeze and then relax its tension as she warmed up to bigger things. Her soft, round ass cheeks framed her small butthole perfectly.
Mark pushed the taut red fruit just past the threshold, causing her to suck in a tight breath and clamp down. The slick fruit was ejected from her ass and onto the floor, and with a grin, he pressed the throbbing head of his cock into her anus instead. While he worked it in slowly, Vale used her tongue to clean every bit of cake on Roo’s nipples, and Ahnix did the same for her velvet vagina.
Mark turned on a moderate pleasure beam focused into her clenching butthole as he pushed deeper into her ass, and Roo’s moans were silenced as ecstasy gripped her.
Vale moved her mouth up to her puffy lips and used her fingers to gently tug and twist her red fabric nipples. Any of Roo’s helpless whimpers of pleasure were muffled by the giant naga’s attentive, soulful kisses.
Ahnix was working hard to lap as far as she could into Roo’s unique crotch while Mark completely filled her rear, balls deep. Her fabric asshole fluttered on his shaft as he slowly slid it into and out of her supple body.
They worked Roo like this until her head lolled forward, unable to fully control her body, and she began to spasm uncontrollably.
Mark felt pure ecstasy build from down within her pelvis and then burst like an overinflated balloon.
Roo’s toned legs twitched as Mark was assaulted by her collected essence and he filled her tight round ass with the entire contents of his balls.
With a grunt, he pulled his over-stimulated cock out of her ass and took a deep breath. Before they were whooshed up out of this fantasy world, Mark stumbled over to the mostly ruined cake and shoved a fistful into his mouth.
The frosting was gritty with sweet sugar granules, the fluffy cake melted in his mouth, and a juicy cherry rounded everything out with an airy synergy.
“Great cake, Roo,” Mark said before the nude velvet-girl tackled him to the ground. Her jet-black eyes loomed over his for a moment before she smashed her puffy lips into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he succumbed to her impassioned embrace.
Then they launched straight up until slamming instantly still- back in Jezebel’s storage room.
“Where…?” Roo began, and Mark noticed they were all fully dressed and frosting-free.
“I got the fusion plans and can kind of explain what happened. But let’s go home first?” Mark suggested.
Everyone silently agreed, and Roo took them back to the road outside their front yard. Mark waited until they were safe behind their quantum gate before he spoke.
“Ladies, I might have done something really stupid…”
- 18 -
“You let her make a copy of yourself?” Vale said, putting her hands on her wide hips. “For what, exactly?”
Ahnix pulled out the paper package from her inventory and used one of her golden-furred fingers to tug at one of the strings. The paper fell away, and streams of data shot straight up into outer space. They all saw a wireframe representation of a strange high-tech device, resting in the lawn before fading away.
“We’ll have to check the library to see if that’s everything we need,” the shorter cat-girl said.
Vale took in a deep breath and let it out. “We won’t really know if it’s enough until we try to build one- and turn it on…”
“Two Marks?” Roo asked, holding up two velvet fingers.
“Actually,” Mark began, and Vale’s eyes were instantly on him. “I want to check out my real body before doing anything else. We were inside Jezebel’s system for days, I think. I need to know if the real-world me is really dead… or there might be three Marks.”
“We were pretty careful about that possibility,” Vale began softly. “I’d ask if you’re sure you want to see your own dead body, but I know that you are. Obviously, the smart thing to do is get confirmation.”
“Yeah. And, guys. I didn’t really have a choice back there. You were all twisted up into one nightmare velvet naga, or something…”
Ahnix’s tail began to hop behind her while Roo crossed her soft arms over her stomach.
“That whole cake-party thing seems so silly now, but at the time it was…”
“Everything,” the cat-girl finished for her.
Vale shook her head slowly. “I can’t believe how docile I chose to be, how helpless and accepting. That nameless kingdom doesn’t even exist as far as I know.”
Mark focused on their interconnected bond and gave it just a hint of Prioritization. The link between them all strengthened, and their attention snapped to him.
“Forget about all that. We are here, together and we will never be pulled apart. We’ve got more pieces of the puzzle- shit all we need are the working nanites from McKennitt Smole research campus and, bam, spaceship.” Mark chuckled. “I can’t believe I actually remember the name of the place.”
Vale crossed her dark arms under her pink silk top. “We should mount up into some remote drones and check this research campus place out.”
“Actually,” Mark began again, “Jezebel said that there was a Wi-Fi dead zone around the area and that humans have been taking refuge from the military drones within.”
“No network access, either, I assume,” Ahnix half-asked.
“Nope- I mean, she could be lying about all of this, but I really don’t think so.”
Roo tilted her head and smiled. “You like her.”
Mark shrugged. “She seemed nice enough, once we got down to the real core version. I probably wouldn’t have agreed to commit my mindwiped copy to be stuck with her until the end of time if I thought she was deceptive, or nasty.”
Vale’s vivid eyes narrowed as she thought it out.
“There are so many ways that can go wrong, Mark. Copies of fully conscious AIs are tricky as it is, the data is always moving. And your human mind is still trying to cope with its new substrate… add in the attempt to erase portions of your memories-”