Mark 2.0

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by Prax Venter


  “Once Mark absorbs these shards, he will distribute more essence. This is the priority. We will all become more powerful and better suited to attack our many problems.”

  She pulled out one of the red glowing shards and then held it out for Mark to take.

  “Absorb this,” she instructed, holding it out to him.

  He watched its inner glow throb and saw the red light shine on Abby’s smooth green skin. These things really were what mattered right now. And if he gained enough strength to wrench them all out of here with his will alone…

  Mark reached out and touched the shard and his mind became inundated with an intense erotic jolt. All three pools jumped to a little less than one-third full.

  He shook it off. “Yeah, I think we should be smart about absorbing the right number of these before stopping to interface with you ladies.”

  “Reasonable,” Abby said, reaching further with the tentacle that offered the shard and looping it around his arm again.

  “And we still have six left,” Jezebel said with a twinkle in her emerald eyes. They were going to have a fabulous few repeating days.

  A bright idea hijacked his train of thought and he wasn’t totally sure it was originally his. Because all four of their minds were linked so closely, they all came to the same potentially exciting conclusion at once.

  “No…” the analytical satyr said softly as she stopped in her tracks. “There’s no way.”

  “Maybe!” Sasha answered, turning to face her. “The only way to know is to see if they respawn tomorrow.”

  A huge grin spread across Mark’s face when he imagined him absorbing the same seven Crystal Heart shards every morning they woke up on the ground in front of the shipwreck.

  “If the food, inanimate objects and people all reset…” Abby shrugged then continued. “It is not an unreasonable supposition.”

  Mark looked down at her. “Nah, it is a little unreasonable, my sweet. I agree with Jez. There’s no fucking way we’d get that lucky to find such a powerful loophole. Our memories don’t reset.”

  “That’s a good point,” Jezebel said then shifted into her centaur form. He watched as her body swelled- and then another exciting thought entered his mind. This time, he knew it was originating from Sasha. The sensual succubus wanted to explore this mythical doe creature from tail to tits. He pushed the notion aside (for now) and focused on what Jezebel was saying about his good point.

  “-could mean that the shards do come back, but all essence gained, and abilities purchased might be reset too. This is all pointless speculation. We simply wait and see if the ones Mark absorbs do indeed respawn on the next cycle.”

  She was right, so the conversation died as they all converged on their aerial transport. Sasha caught Mark’s eye before they mounted, and her playful smirk sent the clear message that they both knew what was going to happen today.

  “Want to ride up front this time?” he suggested, extending his hand to Jezebel’s armored back.

  The succubus’s grin widened to expose one of her fangs before she turned and swung her metal leg up and over her back. She then leaned forward and slowly cupped both of her hands around Jezebel’s expanded, round breasts. She let out a deep content sigh.

  Mark leaped up behind Sasha’s folded leathery wings and did the same thing with his hands- except he slid them up under her stretchy, tight top. Her soft mounds of flesh were more than he could handle, but it was her small bump of a nipple grazing his palm that made his heart pump faster. The taut cloth pulled his hands tight against her chest and held them in place with no effort.

  Jezebel flipped on her translucent wing shapes and slowly swooped upward. With growing confidence gained from practicing her ability, she effortlessly banked toward the small fishing village they’d found the day before. Mark inhaled the sweet warm breeze passing through Sasha’s hair while focusing on the feel of her bare breasts on his skin and watched the stunning landscape with its vibrant colors lazily pass below them. Holding it all in his mind, unmatched contentment spread throughout his body.

  Maybe someday they would all be able to relax and enjoy a vacation and only worry about what they’d decide to have for dinner. Maybe this was it?

  “On the subject of our unallocated points,” Abby said from Jezebel’s arms. “I believe we should hold them until we know the total amount. This would allow us to make more strategically sound decisions and perhaps probe deeper into our skill trees.”

  “Mmm, that’s not a bad idea at all,” Jezebel agreed.

  Sasha squeezed the supple leather material clinging to the strawberry-blonde’s breasts.

  “Mmm, speaking of probing deeper… I want all of us to ride Momma Horse bareback today.”

  Jezebel’s glowing wings flickered out and everyone began to drop into a freefall for a single skipped heartbeat before she recovered.

  “I did not enjoy that,” Abby said, her tentacles constricting around Jezebel’s stomach.

  “I’m so sorry. I just wasn’t expecting the raw… desire.”

  Abby loosened her grip. “Indeed, I desire this as well.” She snuggled closer and leaned her head into Jezebel’s cleavage. “I find your taut doe-centaur form equally as alluring as your softer satyr form, but I believe the novelty of the experience would be akin to edging in regard to heightened lustful excitement.”

  Sasha responded quickly. “And I want to suck on that fat doe pussy as Mark stuffs it with his cock.”

  “Very well,” Abby said, “then I will focus my administrations on pleasing her anus. It will be a position with a fantastic view of the action.”

  Mark just shook his head but couldn’t help but grow excited about fucking doe-centaur Jez at least once.

  The shapeshifting monster-woman in question began to pump a mixture of embarrassment and excitement into their interconnected bond.

  “I… suppose it could be interesting to try. Now that I can revert to myself at will, what’s the harm in a little sexual experimentation?”

  “It’s your choice,” Mark said from the rear. “If you don’t want to, we don’t do it.”

  “What about what I want?” Sasha said with a pout.

  The rest of the flight was quiet fondling and Abby was already trying to pry the centaur’s breastplate off the moment her hooves touched down on the short pier.

  “Abby, Sweety,” Jezebel said, “Let me shift back before trying to take off this armor.”

  The abyssal horror narrowed her eyes but hopped down while Mark and Sasha also dismounted.

  “Yeah, I can’t wait. We’re doing this right now,” the Succubus said, her tail swishing behind her.

  The centaur shrunk down to her satyr size before responding.

  “We… aren’t going to the stable?”

  Sasha licked her lips. “No time.”

  Jezebel looked to see Mark’s reaction.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into her,” he said with a grin and a shrug, “but I’m in if you’re in. Also, Abby, why don’t you get me two more heart shards to absorb. That should fill me up without going over.”

  Sasha clomped her hooves up to Jezebel and helped the satyr out of her leather armor while Abby did what was asked.

  Mark turned around as he peeled off his shirt and gazed out over the relatively shallow lake. It was the same beautiful day. After a few moments, the petite abyssal horror slid one of her long smooth appendages around his stomach and down his pants. With another content sigh, Mark lifted his arms over his head while she pulled down his silk pants and exposed his junk to the warm sun.

  He looked down and smiled as she rubbed up his inner thigh, before looping her deft tentacle tip around the head of his cock.

  “You really can’t keep your-”

  Was all he got out before Abby reached around with her other tentacle and pressed both Crystal Heart shards into his testicles. Mark’s throat clenched as Abby simultaneously constricted around the foreskin just below his swelling head.

  His
cock spasmed a few times as he breathed through the unique sensation of sharp electric pleasure.

  She nuzzled her face into his back as she loosened her hold, slowly stroking him into a raging rock-hard erection.

  He turned around to embrace her and found she’d already stripped as well. With her “arms” still wrapped around him Abby pressed her bare flesh into his and trapped his swollen shaft between her stomach and his.

  Beyond her, Jezebel and Sasha were both also nude and his emerald-eyed love had already shifted back to her hard-body centaur form. Sasha was currently licking up and down her defined, tanned abs while both hands fiddled with the doe’s enlarged, brown nipples.

  “Come on,” Mark said, bending to kiss the silky black hair on Abby’s head. “Let’s get to work on that breathtaking mythical creature.”

  They both walked the length of the dock and joined the others in the green grass near the water. Mark kicked off his boots on the way, the essence cruising through his veins making his blood-filled cock throb with a slight pain.

  Sasha seemed to have planned ahead with their positioning, because when Mark approached the short slope that led to the lake, he found that Jezebel’s rear was now at the perfect height for him. Her doe tail curled back from sexual arousal and he had full view of her thick brown lips and ebony-colored anus.

  Jezebel turned slowly to watch as Abby crawled up on to her bare backside and began to explore her firm, flesh-covered woman-half with her tentacles.

  “Mmm, she’s so rock hard like this,” Sasha purred.

  Jezebel met Abby’s mouth as the lithe smaller woman climbed around to her front side with the fluidity of an octopus. There, the needy abyssal horror wedged herself between centaur and Succubus causing Sasha to step away and let her have a turn enjoying Jezebel’s current form.

  Mark pulled his eyes from the intense passionate kissing and reached out to caress the doe-centaur’s furry hips. It did indeed feel like Jezebel’s normal ass, only bent over and a bit larger.

  Sasha walked right in front of him, her spade-tipped tail deftly rubbing the underside of his shaft before she got down on her knees and got to work on the rubbery mound of quivering flesh before her.

  “Ah-mmph!” Jezebel cried out as the experienced succubus got doing what they did best, but Abby wound her tentacle around the centaur’s hornless head, pulling their mouths together. It was as if she were wearing a living backpack on her front side made of smooth, green, horny flesh.

  He watched for a moment longer as Sasha’s fingers pulled apart Jezebel’s thick outer labia to expose the hot-pink interior before carefully planting small kisses directly onto her orb of a clitoris. If he ploughed into her too fast, he would pop way before she did. Jezebel was typically the hardest to make cum out of all of them- with Sasha being the easiest by far.

  “Alright,” Mark said, a shudder going through his spine from the visuals and the ambient erotic energy beginning to saturate the area. “I can’t wait another second. I’m barebacking that centaur pussy right the fuck now.”

  Both Abby and Jezebel looked over to see Mark straddling Sasha’s head and press his throbbing cock toward her rear. The succubus, pulled her thick swollen lips apart further for him and Abby used her tentacles to climb toward the action.

  Hot, sticky warmth engulfed his penis as she pressed his hips forward into her body, and his eyes rolled into his head. Her fat pussy was indeed larger, but not by much and her gripping insides were certainly more… muscular.

  “Oh that’s nice,” he groaned as he just stood motionless pressed all the way against her furry haunches. The small tickling by his balls told him that Sasha was still working the outside of her lips and the thought alone of what she was doing down there drove him wild.

  But then Abby leaned her adorable face close to his and slowly worked her tentacle into her clenching centaur vagina alongside his rigid cock.

  Jezebel lightly stomped one of her pointed hooves as she spread her hind legs apart to try and accommodate the extra girth.

  “Oh Abby…” she groaned a few octaves lower than her normal voice. “You… All of you. Gnnah…”

  She stopped trying to talk when Mark began working his dick in and out of her. Abby made a loop around the head of his cock with her appendage and he could tell the setup made Jezebel’s mind melt.

  When Abby began working her other tentacle into Jezebel’s dark pucker of an asshole, Jezebel only lasted a few more thrusts before her vice-like pussy clamped down hard. So hard, Abby was forced to pull out her tentacle or someone would get hurt.

  Instead, she put the dripping tip on her lips and leaned forward to kiss Mark. He tasted Jezebel’s sweet juices as they made out and closed his eyes. There was no way this was going to last. There was too much stimulus.

  Abby worked her tentacle deep into Jezebel’s more accommodating centaur anatomy and when he peeked again between thrusts, he couldn’t believe how far in she was.

  With everyone closely linked, Abby knew what the limit was and made sure not to cross into too far territory. The goal was unending pleasure and Jezebel was certainly there.

  “Everything filled up… so much,” the strawberry-blonde muttered as she pinched her own nipples. “I- Gnnahh…”

  She reached a second orgasm quickly, squeezing Mark’s swollen head and the rapid hot pressure was the end for him. At the point where he reached his climax and poured himself into his hard-body centaur, Sasha gently cupped his balls and Abby kissed him deeply.

  Everything was pure bliss for a moment then Jezebel’s muscular quivering legs pulled his attention. She looked like she was going to fall over. Sasha let out a small squawk as she backed away while a few actions raced through Mark’s head. All he really wanted was to stay buried inside Jezebel’s sweet doe ass for a little while longer, so he grabbed on to her furry solid ass, but she had to weigh at least 500 pounds and despite his best intentions to keep their genitals locked together, his over-stimulated foreskin slurped past her swollen brown folds.

  Abby’s eyes went wide as she at first clung to, then leapt off, the centaur’s hindquarters and landed ungracefully in the shallow water of the nearby pond.

  Jezebel hit the grass and slid right to the water’s edge before she shifted back to her preferred satyr form. He was going to ask if she was okay, but a haughty lazy laughter came from her lips.

  Sasha crawled over toward her and stroked her hair while kissing her neck. The stunned satyr closed her eyes and let the soothing succubus bring her down.

  “How was it getting fucked like a horse?” she whispered, and Jezebel took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before she answered.

  “My vagina and anus felt far away; way behind- further than I’m used to. With everyone all back there and… it was like I was by myself in another room while you all worked me from behind.” She sighed again. “It’s not something I want every day, but I’m glad we tried.”

  Mark looked up to see a nude Abby move further out into the clear water and felt a new bright flash of excitement from her.

  “This buoyancy feels pleasant.”

  With his other two monster-women enjoying each other’s company on the soft sandy grass of the bank, Mark marched past and into the water. His feet squished in the mud for the first few steps, but then he dove under the surface once there was enough to dive into. He felt the bottom of the pond tickle his chest as he skimmed above the moss-covered rocks and wispy shoots of aquatic vegetation. After the pressure built in his ears to the point where he should be far enough out, Mark pushed off the bottom feeling sun-heated pond rush past his bare flesh and with a swift upward angle, he broke the surface, flipping the water back out of his face.

  He blinked his eyes clear and saw Abby deftly treading water directly in front of him. She appeared to be built for swimming. Aided by her long weaving tentacles and slender legs, the abyssal horror gracefully kept her head so still that the surface remained unbroken. Her large yellow eyes were focused on his bare c
hest, and the striking angle of her dark eyebrows often made Mark think she was plotting someone’s demise.

  After taking a moment to appreciate each other’s shape, their eyes locked and their hearts began to beat in unison.

  Both moved at once and Abby sent out her long appendages to pull them together and press her smooth firm body against his. Their foreheads touched as Mark cupped her tight little ass and guided her into position. It wasn’t like she needed the help. He slid into her warm body and she latched herself to him.

  Abby ground her hips into his, their hot throbbing sex organs slipping and sliding together with the extra slickness of warm water mixing with her natural secretions.

  Neither of them were diverting attention to keeping their heads above water and they sunk below the surface. Abby simply held her breath while she continued to writhe against his bare flesh, so it was up to Mark to worry about oxygen.

  The inside of her hot body was cooled by warm water, but the slippery friction allowed her to pump fast. Distracted by her constant stimulation on his swollen penis, Mark walked along the bottom back toward shore until they were both above water again.

  Now that he could stand with their heads above water, he wrapped his arms around her and stuck his tongue past her dripping lips.

  Her teeth were structured like a beartrap, but the points weren’t razor sharp. He explored the inside of her mouth and over the smooth rounded chompers. His tongue reached deep inside to caress hers, and he got lost in her sweet taste while his cock reached deep into her tight vagina. She fit him like a glove in many ways.

  Mark was going to climax too soon, so to throttle her frantic, needy assault on his swollen sex organ, he blasted her crotch with a heal.

  The water around them began to glow, and Abby slowed her grinding to a weak spasm. He just held her still in the water, locked together until she came down. After her first orgasm, the abyssal horror began to grind on him again but this time in a much more relaxed and passionate manner.

  About a half hour passed while they floated and fucked, and Abby tried applying what she learned about edging on him. If she felt the wet friction on his taut skin was too much, she’d slow to a stop and let his mind cool down before sliding up and down his shaft again.

 

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