by Prax Venter
He still couldn’t believe that many were right in front of him.
“Keep those away from me unless you want to waste a shit-ton of potential ability points.”
Abby put her half-eaten muffin in Jezebel’s pack and started to crawl toward Mark with a devilish grin on her irresistibly cute face.
“Finish your cheese, Lover. I require your firm cock, your hot seed, and your stored essence. I will not be made to wait a moment longer.”
Mark munched faster as she began to work her deft tentacles up his pant leg.
“That sure is a step up from ‘pleasure holes’,” Sasha said, placing her untouched muffin next to Abby’s and then she pulled off her top. He watched her two pink mounds of flesh like fat teardrops swing to rest and almost choked on his food when Abby wrapped her sweet appendage around the base of his balls. There was something unique about getting sexually fondled, skin-to-marvelous-skin, with all your clothes still on.
He swallowed the rest of his small meal and reached down to untie her yellow bikini top with a firm tug on a single piece of string.
Sasha was crawling back over the fresh white sheets at this point.
“Ass up,” she demanded, and Abby lifted her petite rump into the air for her as she continued to massage Mark’s sensitive shaft via his pantlegs. Sasha slipped off her bottoms and then got down to lick Abby’s crotch from behind. Her blue eyes locked on Mark’s just over the tight curves of the abyssal horror’s heart-shaped ass between them and all thoughts of any imposter Mark and their distracting memories were obliterated.
Jezebel also put her half-eaten apple away and then stood to strip off her leather armor. Abby moaned, pressing her forehead into his boot while the succubus slurped on her pussy from behind. Mark couldn’t decide where to look.
The thick-legged doe satyr made deep craters into the hay with her dainty hooves as she strode right to him. He took in her fat brown folds, solid furry thighs, tan flesh, and round tits as she bent over to pull his pants down far enough to expose his cock to the air.
With Abby still massaging his balls, Jezebel straddled his legs and sat right down on his shaft. His swollen head parted her lips and slid deep into her hot pink interior.
“Oh Jez,” Mark said. “You feel so-”
His words were cut off when she pressed her wide flat lips into his and forced her tongue into his mouth. Her natural strawberry scent mingled with the apple she’d been eating, and his mind began to melt under her sweet sexual aggressiveness.
The tips of Abby’s tentacles continued to writhe against his legs and caress both Jezebel’s asshole and the contact point of their interlocked genitals while they fucked. He became lost under their attention and never once thought about using his abilities. It felt like forever since they all shared a good group sex session, and everyone was wound tight.
After Abby started to work the first inch or so of her long tentacles into both of Jezebel’s pleasure holes, the emerald-eyed satyr began to whimper into his mouth. Her clenching mound gripped his shaft as she pumped her furry ass up and down, both trying to please him and herself.
Mark wrapped her up in his arms as he came first, and per usual, the transfer of essence into his doe-legged beauty was more than enough to blow her mind.
Abby gripped the base of his balls again as they worked to pump thick globs of semen into the beast-woman in his lap- despite the wet, rubbery vice squeezing down on his swollen throbbing tip.
Jezebel sat on his legs for a few deep breaths as she recovered from the orgasm and the transfer, but when she got up, he desperately missed her warmth.
The moment she no longer pressed down on his pants, Abby pulled them off and crawled forward to lick the combined cum off his waning erection.
“Ah!” he cried out, as her soft pink tongue pressed against the hyper-sensitive underside of his head.
“Shut up, you big baby,” Sasha said as she wiped Abby’s juices from her lips and moved to join the green monster-woman between his legs. “You’re going to get your dick sucked and you’re going to like it.”
With that, she moved over Abby’s tilted head to push her lips down on him. With one of them licking his shaft and the other engulfing his head with her mouth, Mark’s sensitive penis began to harden again.
He always needed a moment between orgasms to allow his pleasure-soaked mind and stimulated flesh to cool down, but these two bullies weren’t having it, and their hot mouths wordlessly demanded a stiff cock.
With his back pressed against the hard, wooden boards of the stable, he reached out to run his fingers through Abby’s silky black strands and Sasha’s shorter bleach-blonde locks as they worked. And with a silent prayer, he dedicated a portion of his overflowing pleasure to the Goddess of Oral Sex.
A few times during their agonizingly pleasant torture, their lips met, and the two women paused to make out with his swelling head trapped between them. A shuddering breath escaped Mark as his waves of erotic pleasure began to peak higher and higher.
“Why don’t you sit on his dick next,” Sasha whispered to Abby, who didn’t need to be told twice.
She licked her lips, stood and then turned her tight little body away as she squatted down on him while Sasha held his shaft with an iron grip. Mark reached out to grab her narrow waist and help lift Abby up and down, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from the unique sensation her skin had on his. What magical connection they had regarding skin-to-skin contact was magnified exponentially when it came to his rigid cock plunged deep into her snug pussy.
The petite abyssal horror coiled her tentacles around his thighs for stability as she worked her ass up and down in front of him, and Mark decided then and there that they would stay within the relative safety of this infinite looping day as long as they possibly could.
Unlike him, Jezebel had been left alone to recover and she now rejoined the group as both she and the blue-eyed succubus started to suck Abby’s perky white nipples.
She let out short little moans up into the ceiling as she thrust her chest forward and head back. He watched her long black hair cascade over her pert ass and caress his abdomen as she bounced on him. As they both drew closer to that inevitable climax, she switched from wrapping herself around Mark’s legs to wrapping each of her appendages around Jezebel and Sasha, pulling them hard against her small breasts.
She fell tumbling off that blissful cliff first, but since Mark had recently blown his first wad, he was able to continue past her initial orgasm. He slid one of his thumbs down to caress her tight pucker of a darker-green asshole and she responded by tilting her pelvis to expose it further. The change in position pushed his engorged shaft in a new angle against her vaginal wall and she began panting through the new stimulation.
Abby was reduced to a drooling mess as he took a more active role pounding her from below while the others continued to nibble on her stiff white nipples, and when Mark’s mind finally reached erotic saturation, she let out strained gargles as she was forced into a second climax.
The hot seed and essence she craved assaulted her insides and the green woman locked up in a multiple-orgasm-induced seizure.
“Perfection…” she murmured with a sigh as she fell off him and onto the white sheets.
The horned beauties kneeling between his feet watched her curl into a green ball before they both turned to lock their eyes on his.
“Sasha, how may I service you while our Lover does his duty?” Jezebel asked with submissive sincerity.
The succubus’ spade tail lifted into the air and began to gently sway as she considered the offer.
“Hmm,” she said, tapping her cheek. “I think I would enjoy a classic, sixty-nine doggy style threesome.”
“Use me as you please,” the doe-legged satyr responded as she lay down on her back with her head facing Mark.
He looked at Jezebel waiting for Sasha to sit on her face then up to the grinning succubus.
“I like this new game,” she said with a wink
before swinging a metal leg over the other woman’s horns. “Really get aggressive, Jez,” Sasha instructed, her tail held high. “Attack that clit.”
Mark stretched out and sat forward, his eyes locked on Sasha’s peach of a pink pussy. While Jezebel began to vigorously suck on her sensitive, pre-engorged nub, he stuck his tongue deep into her hole. When she got sexually aroused, Sasha’s labia would swell and pull apart her lips slightly, giving him a clear signal that she craved attention. He buried his face into her desperate hot crotch, his cheeks compressed by her curvy, solid ass and drove her wild.
Before moving on to sink his cock into that throbbing hole, Mark slid down and pressed her clit against Jezebel’s tongue with his own. They played with Sasha’s pussy until he could feel her strong desire for the main event.
Once he pulled away, Sasha lowered her mouth to the satyr’s brown wet mound and resigned herself to a potent exchange of essence.
She wasn’t wrong. Mark grabbed the base of her tail firmly as he slid his swollen girth past her outer lips. He actively attempted to will more blood into the rod of flesh filling Sasha and felt the tightness satisfy her completely.
Mark roughly pounded her from behind, his bare hips clapping against her obnoxiously round ass while Jezebel began to gently nibble her clit with her teeth. It was just what the slightly masochist succubus wanted. Sasha was so worked up from everything that came before, she had her first gut-clenching orgasm after only about two minutes.
And, after everything that came before, Mark was far from ready to pop again.
Mark and Jezebel continued right past her first, second, and third orgasms before the techno succubus’ metal legs began to quake uncontrollably.
Mark was finally reaching the point where her own mind-numbing pleasure began to echo into his mind through their tethered hearts, but before he poured the last of his essence into his loyal ex-digital assistant, he coated both of his hands with blue, sex goddess energy and grabbed hold of her unyielding reflective thighs.
Sasha yanked her mouth away from absent-mindedly licking Jezebel’s pussy and screamed into the air, causing Abby’s big yellow eyes to shoot open from her pleasure coma.
Mark felt the pure bliss of empty essence pools as he broke Sasha’s mind. After a content sigh, he and the most important people in his digital life settled down together to take a well-deserved afternoon nap.
- 4 -
Mark’s good eye shot open and he sat up. For a moment, he had no idea where he was, but then he saw the crashed airship in front of them and it all came flooding back.
“Day two in Sanctuary,” he muttered, a smile spreading on his face.
Then the crocodile soldier stood up and prepared to stab himself in the heart. Mark shot to his feet and held his hand out toward the resolute creature, but he pierced both his uniform and the tough scales below with one visceral thrust, ending his life once more.
“Should we try and save him?” Jezebel asked as she got to her hooves. “I might be able to Vine him tomorrow, if I’m fast enough.”
“Absolutely not,” Sasha said, still sitting on the ground. “I get the feeling that taking his choice away wouldn’t help things at all.”
Mark nodded as he helped Abby to her feet. “Perhaps if we figure out how to break this loop, we do it then. He’d leave this place that keeps bringing him back to life if he really wanted to end it all.”
“Your logic is flawless,” Abby agreed, keeping her tentacle coiling up his arm.
He turned to see the white-robed Meegon and bird-woman Chorra brushing themselves off at their starting positions, and Mark led his group in their direction.
“Grand morning, Mark, Jezebel, Abby, and Sasha!” the balding man called out as he waited for the Collector and his Enthralled to reach him. Mark gave them both a nod and then moved to circle around the stern of the Gilded Breeze, speaking as he walked.
“Morning. I suppose the first thing I’ll do every day we’re here is to head right for that nice doctor fellow.”
Before anyone could respond, Mark heard stomping feet approaching from behind.
“What a damn mess!” Kiv the hippo-man said as he rubbed his bruised elbow. “So many dead rich sons’ a bitches. You lot stick with me and we’ll all make it through this alive. I plan on trekking toward the Hassig Sea as soon as possible, by way of the river. We could make it by nightfall to that a port city back there- if you can keep up.”
“We will be occupied with more essence transfers today,” Abby said. “Perhaps tomorrow.”
“…the fuck are you talking about?” the big creature said, his quick temper rising. He could probably eat Abby with one bite- maybe two.
“The fucking is exactly what she’s talking about,” Sasha answered with a wink. “Why don’t you try and relax while rescue comes to us.”
Kiv rolled his tiny eyes.
“I’m not waiting around for someone to help me when I can help myself much faster. What about you, baldy and birdy? Do you want to live through this or what?”
Meegon gave him a smile. “You go on ahead, you don’t want to miss your big tournament. We’ll be right behind you.”
The insufferable hippo-man once again spat a huge lump of a foul-smelling brown substance onto the ground.
“Fuck you losers,” he said and then jogged off ahead of them around the back of the wreckage.
“There is nothing you can say that will keep him here,” Chorra said. “I’ve tried, mostly out of boredom… not too hard mind you. He remains exceedingly stubborn, unpleasant, and doesn’t give up any truly personal information we can use to convince him this is a time loop.”
“What’s this tournament?” Jezebel asked as they approached the crisp, clear river. “Is he some type of athlete?”
“Indeed,” Meegon answered. “He is a famous- well, was famous for his Bumbleball defensive prowess.”
After crossing the river, Mark saw Kiv sprinting away from the area on his never-ending race against time.
“Greetings,” Detrious said, standing up from close conversation with the wounded Doc Cordin. “I trust you four had a pleasant day in Sanctuary.”
“This is the Collector, then?” the doctor said, trying to adjust his position and find some comfort with a shattered leg.
Mark responded by kicking off a heal and ending his suffering. Having already done this exact same procedure, it was easy to snap everything back into place.
“Oh my,” he said, running his hands over the spot where his femur was sticking through his ragged flesh a moment ago. Mark could help but think that there was something extra-horrifying about being stabbed from the inside by your own bones. The man turned his light-blue eyes up to Mark once again. “Thank you so very much.”
This time, Detrious pulled the older man to his feet. “Good to see you up, Doc. We have some work to do.”
“And you say no other passengers need our attention?” he responded, searching the immediate area for more wounded.
“Rest easy,” Chorra said holding up a feathered arm. “All of your confusion will be made clear soon enough.”
“Speaking of clarity,” Sasha said, crossing her arms. “Did you two make any further progress on the curse yesterday?”
“Yesterday?” Doc Cordin wanted to ask more, but his sharp eyes flicked over to the bird-woman and heeded her advice.
“Not a curse…” Meegon muttered under his breath in a singsong manner.
“Yes and no,” the man with the onyx amulet answered. “I imagine it will still take some time to crack this powerful anomaly.”
“Keep us informed,” Mark said, pulling everyone’s attention. “We’ve still got some business of our own to attend to for now, but we do have some experience dealing with epic anomalies.”
Chorra let out an oscillating cooing sound from deep in her throat that had to be laughter.
“You’re wanted dead by the supposed creator of the universe. There’s no doubt there’s something more to you four.”
Detrious nodded. “Truly, I would greatly appreciate throwing every resource we can at understanding the nature of Sanctuary. But please, do what needs doing. We’ll no doubt all be here tomorrow.”
They exchanged farewells, collected some supplies from the spilled cargo, and then made their way down The Serpent River back toward their private stable.
“I worry about Learis,” Jezebel said while they walked. “We still don’t know the consequences of returning the Jar of Stars back to its point of origin.”
Mark sighed. The soft rabbit-woman and her people seemed safe and happy when they’d reunited with their thriving ancestors in the Lagos dimension… still.
“We did leave things a bit catastrophic when we ran away from that anomaly,” he finished out loud.
“Strategic retreat,” Abby corrected.
“Either way,” he said, “we need to get back there and check on them, but it might be tough to-” Mark stopped short when he realized he wasn’t seeing any crossover points in Sanctuary.
“Mark, what is it?” Sasha asked.
“I was going to say it might be tough to find a portal to their dimension. We are kill-on-sight with the Centaur Technocracy, for multiple reasons, and I doubt we’ll be able to find that old Lagomorph village with the yellow crystals. But I just realized I haven’t seen a single crossover point here.”
Sasha shrugged. “We’re inside a weird time loop bubble of reality. There are no people or animals either. I’m not too surprised.”
“Or,” Jezebel began, “it’s possible that this is a point in time before any of the rips between worlds existed. We should ask everyone back at the crash if they know anything about the Orb of Legend, the Kalorplast, and maybe about the Awysai before their technological downfall.” Mark felt her excitement begin to ramp up even further. “There may be a bevy of useful data we could gain about the world’s cultural history from people who were alive thousands of years ago.”
Abby moved close to Jezebel and began working her long tentacles into her backpack.