by Prax Venter
As they enjoyed each other inside and out, Mark heard Sasha moan loudly across the water and turned to see Bear Jezebel currently lapping the succubus’ pink pussy with a fat tongue that had to be three times larger than normal.
The sight, and Sasha’s strong sexual energy hitting his brain, caused Mark to burst his delayed orgasm into Abby like a pressurized firehose.
“Ahhh…” she sighed as she came again from the onslaught of essence. “So many points.”
After they caught their breath, Mark realized it was time to get out. With Abby still clinging to him, he walked them both to the water’s edge near Mama Bear lazily rooting around in Sasha with her enormous bear tongue.
“She’s getting so good at this…” the pleasure-soaked Sasha moaned.
At that, their Druid shifted back to her satyr self and stood up to face Mark.
“Now that she is beyond warmed up, why don’t you finish your Collector duties with her while Abby and I go set up the barn and lay out a nice lunch.”
The dripping abyssal horror lifted her head from Mark’s chest and then reached out to the nude satyr with one of her long green tentacles. Once she had a grip around her neck, she relocated to the strawberry-blonde woman and snuggled into her freckle-splattered chest instead.
Mark gave Jezebel a warm grin who returned it before carrying off the spent green woman.
Then, he looked down to see Sasha still spread wide open, her swollen pussy drooling onto the sandy bank of the pond.
“Before you stick your magic rod of flesh into this hot mess, I want you to suck my clit and fuck me with your energy.”
Mark shrugged and he got down between her reflective metal legs. He needed some time to cool down anyway. With mild concentration on his goddess-given energy, he formed a thick rod about nine inches long with a bulbous rounded top.
“You’re going to cum so many times,” he whispered as her excitement ramped up.
“I know. Jez’s bear-tongue is out of this world. She made me come about four times already.” Her bright-blue eyes twinkled as she kneaded her breasts. “Let’s call this a test to see how much I can take. I’ve decided today is all about sexual experimentation.”
Mark nodded, and then looked over at his simple energy dildo. He could do better than that. With a bit more concentration, he willed multiple bumps to push in and out of the surface while also swirling around the shaft.
The succubus’s lidded eyes widened, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
She didn’t have to wait long. Mark used the thumb on his other hand to pull back the hood of skin covering her clit as he rubbed his ethereal sex-toy around on her outer labia.
Sasha immediately began to quiver from the raw sexual current other people felt when touching his summoned energy. He watched her pinch her own nipples as she breathed through it and realized she was trying to distract herself with a bit of pain.
With a grin, Mark slowly pushed his whirling energy into her vagina, and she stopped breathing altogether.
Inch by gradual inch he shoved it past her clenching inner walls and when it was all the way in, he held it motionless as he bent down to suck on her exposed, swollen bundle of nerves.
“Agh-” she tried to cry out as the first of many orgasms clenched her throat closed. Sasha was now panting as if she’d just run a marathon, but they were just starting, and Mark began to fuck her faster with his energy.
The bliss-soaked succubus gave up on her tits and instead grabbed fistfuls of grass, trying to hold on to consciousness. He’d fixed the error in her core matrix that shut her down after a single orgasm, but the raw erotic energy storming within her pleasure center was sure to eventually blow her fuse, no matter what.
As Mark worked her pussy with his solid energy and sucked on her throbbing white clit, Sasha moved past having discrete orgasms. Her back arched and her eyes rolled into her head as she struggled to avoid blacking out. Despite the involuntary crotch bucking giving him a fat lip, he stayed on her.
About three minutes went by before she grabbed the hair on the top of his head and screamed, “Stop!” into the air.
“What’s the magic word?” Mark said, knowing she could take more. He swelled the size of his magic dildo a small amount and Sasha almost pulled out his hair.
“Gnaauh…” Sasha’s hooves tore ruts into the sand as she moved past the deeper level of unending stimulation and pleasure into somewhere beyond. Her wings and forearms became encased in metal as she lost control of her mind.
With a shaky breath and voice too deep to be her own, she grunted the word, “More...”
Mark made the bumps on his rod larger and spin faster as they rubbed her virginal walls with maddening friction. He made sure the bulbous end was pulled back all the way to her opening, stretching it out before shoving it back deep inside. Then, with her rigid fist shoving his face into her clit, he saturated it with healing energy as he bit down on the fleshy swollen nub.
She let out a scream that must have echoed all the way back to the shipwreck as liquid gushed from her vagina. Then finally, Sasha passed out.
“Welp,” Mark said, unsummoning his energy and standing up, “there’s your limit, babe.”
He waded back into the water to clear away whatever fluids sprayed him in the face and was coming back out when Jezebel and Abby came running from deeper in the small village.
“What did you do to her?” the emerald-eyed satyr asked.
“Tested her limit,” he said. “But I still need to transfer essence. Hope she’ll be up for it later after this.”
Abby nudged the nude, sprawled-out succubus with her toe. Her large breasts jiggled a little, but Sasha remained firmly in a blackout state.
“Overwhelming pleasure,” the petite abyssal horror muttered as she wrapped her arms around her stomach.
Jezebel put her hand on her thick, furred hip as she looked up from the comatose monster-woman.
“We are talking about Sasha the Succubus, aren’t we? She’ll be up for it.”
Ten minutes later, Sasha came back to consciousness and was indeed up for it but claimed that her aching pussy still felt the echoes of that cosmic constant orgasm that whisked her to planes of pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known. Preferring to get her essence through another path, the talented Succubus easily brought Mark to an orgasm with her hot mouth and amazing tongue.
After she swallowed everything he had left in his balls, she wiped her lips and looked around the group.
“What’s for lunch?”
- 5 -
The group of lovers, partners, and teammates spent the rest of Day Two in Sanctuary’s pleasant loop lounging by the pond or pleasuring each other just for the fun of it. There was a distinct difference in the erotic energy during these spontaneous orgies as if the desire from both Collector and Enthralled were artificially heightened when untransferred essence existed. It wasn’t as if there was no desire- far from it, but he felt a more rich and nuanced connection to his three loves when the reward of experience points wasn’t getting in the way.
On Day Three, Mark found that he had room for all four remaining Crystal Heart shards and learned two things. The shards did not respawn, and he never wanted to leave Sanctuary. Everything was melting into a blur of warm breeze, fleshy tits, firm asses, and never-ending, all-consuming pleasure. They had no real idea how long before the epically pissed Crystal Heart administration AI figured out how to enter the system herself- if that was even possible.
Either way, there was a good chance Maliah could cause further problems. The ticking clock of doom hung over every moment his women bobbed their hot greedy mouths down on his cock and they all agreed that after this final sex-drunk nap, they’d work for a few loops on cracking the curse of Sanctuary. But this place was not their priority.
“I agree,” Sasha began as she lay with her head in Jezebel’s furry lap. “We had a nice three-day weekend, but tomorrow we can get back to all that serious business.”
; Mark chuckled. “That’s one of the last things I remember you saying to me before getting to my new rig.”
Sasha’s emotional tether tightened from her own memories and regrets during that time, but he snapped his focus on their bond and gave it a solid yank. Her blue eyes snapped to his and quickly let most of her anxiety fall away.
“We should fight tomorrow,” Abby said, snuggling into Mark’s side as they rested in the barn. The consistently identical shadow on the wall said they had about ten minutes before the cycle reset once again.
“Maybe Sasha, Jez, and I can fight,” he said, “but we’d still overpower you.”
He imagined swinging his mace at Sasha and could see her dodging or blocking it with her new armor plating. Jezebel could take the hit in any form and probably keep fighting.
If he struck Abby?
“I disagree,” she said. “Each of you should feel my Mind Crush ability while trying to strike. The engagement might not be so one-sided as you imagine.”
“She makes a valid point,” the emerald-eyed satyr said while caressing Sasha’s short blonde hair. “Abby has mentioned before that if we spar together and feel the effects of each other’s abilities, we’ll have a better understanding of team dynamics.”
Sasha sighed contently under Jezebel’s gentle petting and closed her eyes.
“Just don’t go slicing my tail off with your Imaginary Lacerations.”
“I shall try.”
“Okay, I like it,” Mark said. “It might even give you beauties a better grasp on how you want to blow that mound of points you’re all sitting on.”
“Honestly?” Jezebel began. “I’m fairly certain that we will end up splitting them between Vine upgrades and major defensive stats. Although, if they all go into my shapeshifting tree, I can hit an interesting and expensive branch that allows me to shift into a copy of the last person or creature I touched. At first, it would only last until I shifted again.”
Sasha opened her eyes and sat up.
“You don’t say… could you become me? I’ve always wanted to sixty-nine myself.”
“I could fuck two Marks?” Abby added, leaning forward.
The strawberry-blonde satyr locked her steady eyes on his and they shared a moment acknowledging that they were the only responsible people in the room.
He began to massage Abby’s shoulder blades with his thumbs and her head instantly lolled to one side. Tiny moans came out of her as he cheated and located the best True Strike places to soothe her thin muscles.
“Despite these great ideas,” he said, “I think having a way to interact with major cities without being recognized would be very helpful in our current situation.”
Jezebel nodded and raised a single eyebrow. “Defensive superiority, or infiltration skills? I wouldn’t get any new abilities from the form. Only appearance.”
He waved a hand. “We don’t have to decide right now, let’s learn more about this Sanctuary Loop for a few hours tomorrow and then we spar the rest of the day. Carefully, at least-”
Mark sat up to face the splintered wreckage of the Gilded Breeze under the morning light and said, “-at first.”
He turned to see Abby sitting up a few feet away from him and reach her long coiling tentacles up into the air for a satisfying stretch. She was much more pleasant to look at than the crocodile soldier taking his own life each morning.
There was nothing, however, stopping the wet, popping sound as his sword punched through his thick hide.
Mark sighed and stood up. Every day, they’d greet Chorra and Meegon, dispense with Kiv the hippo man, then cross the river and heal the Doc’s horribly shattered leg. They always left after that, but Mark was all out of essence and it was time to get back to work. He couldn’t believe he was thinking this, but he was glad they were taking a day off from the constant orgy.
He locked eyes with Detrious. “We’d like to start doing our own investigations into this time anomaly, so when you are done bringing Doctor Cordin up to speed with the truth, my Enthralled and I would like to sit in when you explain what you know.”
As he said this, he noticed Abby was already a few feet away and efficiently searching the pockets of the dead passengers with her dexterous tentacles.
“Excellent,” the dark-haired man said with a wide grin. “It might be good to revisit some of the basics.”
With that, he led the confused Doc off toward the forest.
The small feathers around Chorra’s yellow beak pulled into a warm smile before she put her arms behind her back and walked off toward Abby.
Meegon watched her leave and then held out his palms to Mark, Sasha, and Jezebel.
“Want to meet Xetron?”
“He’s a Repeater, correct?” Jezebel asked.
The balding man nodded. “That’s correct. He stays inside the wreckage every cycle.” Meegon turned to hold out an arm to the Doc currently nodding in awe while Detrious quietly spoke to him. “Doc is a reasonable fellow who has his own experience with unique situations, and even those three over there can be persuaded to stop their perpetual dance of misguided attraction.”
Mark looked up the river to see the demonic-looking round man, the slinky fish-woman with her alluring glow, and the young bellhop. Meegon continued as he walked past them toward the cracked open hull.
“But, Xetron has unique issues.”
With a final glance at Abby and noticing that Chorra seemed to be helping her find the best loot, he thought he should just probably let her do her thing.
The front half of the Gilded Breeze was largely destroyed, but the back half of the crashed airship still held some of its integrity. Mark assumed the people who survived might have been in this back half, but it was time to start gathering information.
“What caused the crash?” he asked.
Meegon answered as he ducked under a huge piece of splintered lumber.
“All the Repeaters agree on the fact there was some type of explosion originating from the engine room, and the damage seems to corroborate that. We all have theories about the nature and cause of the explosion, but if you ask me, it seems as if the Alchemical Furnace was filled with too many high-value items. It takes the least amount of assumptions to fit the situation.”
There was certainly a wet campfire smell permeating the air. The kindly man stopped in the red-carpeted hallway of the starboard-listing boat and put his hand on a doorframe.
“Detrious insists there is a connection between some unexplained magical explosion and this safe pocket of sunny days. Obsession can be a fascinating thing to witness over an infinite amount of time.”
He locked eyes with Mark and inadvertently shared his innermost feelings for Chorra. She came to Sanctuary years after he did, abused and then hunted by some slave owner after she’d escaped. Since the bird-woman woke up next to him, he was always the first to talk to her before she flew off. After a few days of this, she stayed longer and longer, until his kind manner and gentle words drew her in.
The first month was endlessly satisfying conversation, and Meegon himself sprouted his own growing obsession. With endless time and no consequences, they ended up becoming intimate for a while, but he just couldn’t seem to please her sexually. Chorra moved on to lie with Detrious, the Bellhop boy, and even the fish-woman performer.
They agreed to be good friends with rare lapses into physical interaction when the mood would strike them. Despite this series of events usually leading to hurt feelings and anger, neither party felt this in any way. As the decades and centuries passed in this bubble, their lives were woven and unwoven again and again, reducing the concept of their relationship down to a comfortable general closeness and trust they both treasured.
Mark pulled out of his mind with a flinch. The other man’s foreign feelings lingered before fading into mist, and he had to wonder if his True Sight was leveling up with all the essence filtering through his balls these last few days.
Meegon had no knowledge of this transfer and
simply turned to address someone beyond the doorway in front of him.
“Hello, Xetron. You have some visitors.”
Mark was the first to follow him up into the room. The floor was tilted at a significant angle, but it had to be only about 20% or so- still walkable. He totally forgot about the uneven floor when he looked up to see an acid-trip of a sea horse hovering midair in the far corner.
The creature had brilliant green eyes that followed their movements and the rest of its body seemed to be made of a semi-transparent carapace that flashed with patterns of neon rainbow colors down to its tight coil of a tail. Like spiral lightning.
To Mark’s blind eye, it was a clear form of communication. Terrible fear, and clenching confusion.
“Don’t be afraid,” Meegon said as all four of them entered the room. “No one will come any closer.”
“Understood.” It was an impossibly deep voice that seemed to come from everywhere. The creature’s flashing body slowed to a more muted ebb and flow.
“You’re simply magnificent,” Sasha said.
Xetron turned to face her, its body bobbing in midair. “Acknowledged.”
Mark could tell Xetron did not trust any of these strange people that suddenly cornered it. The pattern shifted again into sharp bursts alternating with wiggling waves as if its inner thoughts were tied to a digital visualizer. Currently that pattern was, something is very wrong.
“He only speaks those same type of meaningless responses. It took years, but I finally found out from Jelwin that he remembered dealing with a translator when he’d delivered room service once. Since the tray was covered, we don’t even know what he eats. We’ve all tried, we can’t seem to get past this.”
“Understood,” its psychic voice said again. A new detailed pattern whorled around its tail as its glowing eyes darted around the group.
“The color patterns are clearly this species’ method of communication,” Jezebel said.
Meegon turned to her with an eyebrow raised. “Clearly… but they can get dizzyingly complex and we don’t have a practical way to talk back. Chorra has been in here the most and hoped she’d pick up some of the language to emulate it with delicate feather movements. She gave up many cycles ago, but if I know her, she’ll be back at it when a new idea hits her.”