by Prax Venter
It was then that Mark realized that he shouldn’t be here. The alien nature of it all slid against his mind like 50-foot fingernails against that 50-foot chalkboard. He shouldn’t be seeing this.
After a moment of panic, he realized why he’d suddenly felt this irrational fear.
To gaze this clearly into the digital landscape had always directly stung his pain center, but it was far more tolerable when he was inside one of his Enthralled. Like the reflex of pulling one’s hand away from a hot stove, Mark was expecting a hot poker to stab his brain, but Abby was… a safe place to gaze out from.
It was the difference between standing in the middle of a radioactive blizzard or sipping hot cocoa by the fire while thick fluffy flakes fell just outside the window. Or maybe it was more like wearing a welder’s facemask.
Everything he learned here was epically important, and he hoped that he remembered it all when he eventually did pull out, but now it was time to focus on doing something useful.
Mark moved his perspective close to the miniscule strand of energy he saw flowing through the empty part of Abby’s mind and quickly discovered it was anchored to one of the spinning nodes in her core. This particular ball of light was further away from her center than most of the others and when he followed it back out to her World Shell, he noticed that it was attached to a point inside it. Focusing on that section, he pushed deeper into this strange new territory.
When he got near enough to the origin point, he found another glowing orb connected at the other end and around it were clusters and clusters of other dormant nodes. Some of this was utter madness that didn’t inflict the type of pain he was used to, but there was a new sensation of constant change and undetermined states that made his human mind recoil from its implications.
Some of these dim nodes were in various states of existence and both there and not there at the same time. Others were more not-there than the rest and all of it was aggressively fluctuating against his sense of perception.
A feeling similar to nausea started making this particular storm impossible to navigate, but as he cast his thoughts outward in the hopes of latching on to anything that made any sense at all, Mark’s True Strike ability flashed once and showed him two nearby clusters that existed in a more permanent state.
Moving out of the gray, swirling soup of shifting realities, he reoriented his perspective on these shadowy nodes. What he was seeing or how to affect any of it still seemed beyond his capability, but he was almost certain these were functions that affected the outside world in some way. Nodes on her Enthralled ability path that were either not unlocked yet or skipped over. Perhaps these were parts of the World Shell that were closer to valid abilities within her Mind Melter class.
Hoping he wasn’t about to do permanent damage, Mark latched on to one of the dormant nodes at random and attempted to drag it back into Abby’s inner mind.
The physical woman in his arms began to spasm, and he dropped his hold. Mark remained absolutely still as he monitored her wellbeing from the inside. There were indeed changes in both her whirling core and World Shell activity, but she wasn’t in pain nor was there anything that indicated damage.
In fact, the more he tried to make sense of what happened, the more he realized what he was doing had felt immeasurably good.
Mark mentally sighed. Okay, this insane world was held together by acts of pleasure? Fine, he would give it the best fucking orgasms he could.
He turned back to the node he’d picked out before and took hold again, but this time, as he pulled it from the dormant section of her plausible ability pool, he caressed it with his mind.
The magnetic resistance he’d felt from the node faded as he shifted his thoughts toward the concept of making passionate love to the Crystal Heart World Shell itself. The virtual code around him had a way it wanted to be touched, interacted with, caressed.
Figuring he should be using all his tricks, Mark turned on a slow heal on the node and then visualized a thousand stiff erections slowly pushing past a thousand pairs of anxiously quivering labia…
And the horny, digital universe spread its legs for him.
A jolt of raw erotic power from outside his perception struck the node he was focused on and sent it all the way to the edge of Abby’s spinning core. Then the physical sensation of her gripping pussy could no longer be ignored and they both snapped back to fully alert consciousness.
Mark sucked in a deep breath as Abby’s whimpers echoed out of the circular alcove and into the sky above.
“You- gnaaah…” Abby sighed into his ear as she held him tight, shivering.
He could tell she was still locked in the grip of multiple non-stop orgasms, and as he clung to her tightly, Mark wondered if he’d done anything useful in there. The good news was that he remembered all of it. This was an invaluable experiment.
“W-whatever you did,” she stammered, directly reading his mind as hers tried to come down form the blinding bliss. “It f-felt- ohmm…” Her breathy whispers trailed off as her tight body clenched on his stiff rod of flesh from another aftershock of ecstasy.
Her involuntary spasms were coming farther apart, but Mark was so distracted by what he learned and potentially did, he wasn’t close himself. Still, it felt exquisite as her insides gripped his bare shaft while she rode the waves of pleasure to their end.
The abyssal horror cried out as she stood, his cock causing mental sparks as it slid against the walls of her pussy.
“Too m-much stimulation,” she panted, and balled herself up against his chest instead.
He smiled. “We weren’t even moving.”
Abby reached the tip of her tentacle up to gently rub his lips as Chorra came gliding down from above. He saw the shadow first from her enormous wingspan and watched as she approached.
His dick was still fully erect and pressing against Abby’s smooth ass cheeks. He wondered how the bare-breasted harpy would react when she saw it for the first time, but she was looking at them with confusion and fear instead.
“Abby,” she said, her voice tight with tension. “I heard you cry out. Are you okay? Where’s Mark?”
His green-skinned Enthralled turned in Mark’s arms to face her.
“Have you lost your mind? Who do you think is holding me?”
That’s when Mark realized there was a new node of power active in his own mind. Abby spun back to face him, her dark eyebrows rising in shock as they both came to the same conclusion.
He’d somehow gained her innate Mind Cloud ability.
Acting swiftly, he sent his smallest Enthralled the clear message that she should be quiet about what just happened.
“Sorry!” Mark said, mentally flipping off the switch that triggered his new power of invisibility. Something wasn’t quite right in there though, and the moment he turned it off, he felt the freshly acquired skill start to leak out from his mind. Was it only temporary or was there some rule or cooldown he was unaware of?
“Oh,” the harpy-woman said, her beak gaping open as she now indeed did stare at his swollen cock. “You’re… able to turn invisible as well?”
Mark gave her a small smile as he hugged Abby tighter.
“Sometimes. Thanks for checking in on us. We were just finishing up but still have yet to test whether Abby here gained anything other than a handful of orgasms.”
The petite green woman with long silky hair disengaged from Mark and stood up on slender shaky legs.
“Handful?” she said, rubbing her head with one of her tentacles. “That was a universe-ending pleasure explosion, Mark.”
“That good?” Chorra asked, nervous again.
Mark stood too. “I don’t think I could do the same thing to you. Abby is my Enthralled, and we have a frighteningly strong bond.”
The slender green woman arched her back and lifted her long looping appendages up through her silky hair as she stretched. Mark wondered if there would ever be a time when he didn’t find her breathtaking.
“Al
low me to inspect…” The abyssal horror trailed off as she became lost in her Enthralled interface.
“About how much time has passed?” Mark asked rubbing his neck.
Chorra pointed up at the sun almost directly overhead. “A little over an hour, I believe.”
“Hmm. Seemed like maybe fifteen minutes.”
“Mark,” Abby said, and he felt her sharp spike of excitement. “You quasi-unlocked an unknown ability in my unchosen Skin Flayer Class tree. If I were to make an assumption…” She paused to turn her wide yellow eyes on his. “You modified my access to Telekinesis.”
Mark grinned. “Oh shit, that’s huge. What can you do with it?”
Abby scanned the ground and then narrowed her eyes at one of the sticks Chorra had blown around with her take-offs and landings. He could tell she was concentrating on activating the new skill, but nothing was happening. The determined green woman turned sideways and reached out one of her tentacles toward it, slowly curling the tip as if to beckon the inanimate object to come closer. She was still fully nude and he saw her toned muscles begin to stand out all over her body as she willed the stick to obey.
After a few seconds of fierce concentration, the bent piece of wood slid forward about a foot and then stopped.
Abby let out the breath she was holding and began to pant.
She turned to Mark, disappointed. “Functional yet woefully impractical.”
“Maybe you need to practice,” he said. “I did just hack your matrix’s interface with the game world. It’s possible I did an amateurish job, but- I don’t know. I don’t think this new ability is going to grow in the traditional way from essence. This is all so new to us.”
Abby’s eyes lost focus as she checked her invisible system menu again.
“I can confirm that I am unable to spend points toward improving it. The ability is… disjointed from my current path.”
Chorra had been quiet and when Mark looked at her, he saw the harpy-woman becoming more intimidated by these godlike beings the more they spoke. She was merely a little bird slave who’d been caught up in events and people much more important than her. Before Mark came to a decision one way or another regarding how to address her growing anxiety, the little bird cleared it all out of her mind like the wind passing under her wings.
She had a nest to fight for. This powerful Collector and his Enthralled were here to help her become what she had always been destined to become. A tranquil peace spread across her mind as her newly discovered faith in a higher power, Pendula, gave her the confidence of purpose.
Abby felt it all, and when Chorra noticed both of them staring at her, the harpy-woman dropped her arms to her sides and nodded.
“I am ready now,” she said. “If showing you how I create Recall Charms will help you save my universe, I would be a fool to not assist you.”
- 10 -
Both Mark and Abby approached the bird-woman in unison as she lay down on her back. He was hoping to see what kissing her short wide beak would be like as he guided her down to the lush grasses himself, but the way she dropped and instantly spread her talons implied she expected him to mount her and pump away.
She was trained to be used.
“I was incorrect,” Abby said, pointing to Chorra’s red labia protruding from the soft white feathers that covered her inner thighs, stomach, and full breasts. Below, Mark also saw a mostly covered red pucker of the bird-woman’s asshole.
“We’re going to take it slow,” he said, getting on his hands and knees. “I’m going to start by massaging your talons and go from there. Abby, why don’t you take her top half. If either of us is doing anything you don’t like, we will both know it- whether you tell us or not. But don’t be afraid to stop us at any time. We’re here to pleasure you.”
Chorra nodded, her already big eyes opening wide.
“I’ve been wanting to constrict these feathered mammaries the moment I saw them,” Abby said as she got down to lie alongside the taller harpy. He and his Enthralled were on the same page, and Mark watched the smaller green woman gently kiss Chorra’s neck as she snaked one of her tentacles up between her fluffy breasts.
Mark turned his attention to her scaly pink talons ending in thick black claws. Starting at the bottom, he grazed his fingers over her dry skin. From a few quick experiments, he discovered her scales and tight muscles craved more gentle squeezing than rubbing, so he continued this technique up her bird legs until he got past her knee joint.
Chorra had relaxed substantially, and he looked up to see Abby now mostly on top of the pink-and-teal bird-woman and gently sucking on her stiff red nipples as she squeezed both breasts. She was experiencing something she’d never had. Orgies were nothing new to her, but never had she been the focus of such slow, deliberate attention. Even Meegon- who Mark knew cared for her and wanted her to be happy, had always rushed to shove it in before she was ready.
His face was close to her crotch and if it were any of his Enthralled, their labia would already be swollen and drooling by this point.
With the sexual abuse in her past, he could sense that Chorra needed a much longer warming-up period. She needed gentle foreplay before her body was truly ready to open up to anyone.
Yet, the closer his fingers got to her red wrinkled lips, the further apart she spread her talons. Mark ran his fingers through the soft fluff on her inner thighs and noted the change in how she liked to be touched. Here, rubbing felt amazing to her small feathers. She was a shapely, muscular woman and years of flight had kept her fit, so caressing her here felt amazing for him, too.
When he was several minutes past the threshold where she’d mentally wished he’d touch her pussy already, he gave her what she wanted by rubbing his thumbs over the smooth flesh between her legs.
Chorra arched her back and made clicking noises with her beak he’d never heard her make but could tell they were unconscious reactions to her deep level of relaxed ecstasy.
He only spent a short while grazing the pads of his thumbs over her now-quivering labia, before he bent his face down to graze his lips over her instead. She sent out erotic waves indicating the phenomenal tingling pleasure she received from their light touches. Aggression of any form would instantly shut this woman down.
Before he moved forward from here, Mark made sure to focus on dedicating this impending act of oral pleasure to the Awysai sex goddess.
With the prayer complete, Mark planted gentle kisses on her labia that grew into gentle licks. Gentle licks then led to lapping his tongue inside her widening wet hole. His cheeks brushed the soft downy feathers on her thighs as he pressed his face into her fleshy mound and was met with a savory taste similar to some foreign spice he’d had before but couldn’t identify. Whatever her scent was, he wanted more.
With tight control over his movements, Mark began licking the harpy from her asshole up to deep inside her pussy only to then pause at her swelling clitoris and give it a bit of a suckle before repeating the process.
Movement caught his eye and he looked up to see Chorra envelop Abby with her wings as the petite abyssal horror continued to work over her breasts.
At that moment, this abused harpy was so riled up with erotic bliss that he might have been able to Enthrall her right then and there. It probably wouldn’t last very long given her newfound purpose in Sanctuary, but regardless, he was happy and surprised to see that there were no free slots open for her.
Jezebel and Sasha were gone, but was the system that controlled his party limit aware that he wouldn’t ever leave without them? Or were they not truly dead if they died in Sanctuary? Would he able to break his own harem limit with his growing ability to directly alter World Shells? Did he even want to?
This was all insanely important, but right now was the wrong time to be distracted. He wasn’t going to get any answers here and had some bird meat to marinate. Then, afterward, the possibility of learning something about those over-powered Recall Charms.
Moving slowly, Mark planted
gentle kisses on Chorra’s firm abdomen until he reached Abby’s round ass and then gave her anus a few pecks while it was there.
The petite abyssal horror stiffened and then rolled off the harpy to give Mark full access to her. Keeping his eye locked on Chorra, he crawled up until their genitals were aligned and his nose was close to her beak.
He bent down to kiss the hard surface as his hand came up to cup one of her soft breasts.
Reading his mind, Abby moved down to grab his shaft and rub the swollen head of his cock around on Chorra’s glistening outer lips. This smooth taut human cock-flesh rubbing her pussy not only made Chorra coo with pleasure, it also served to coat his dick in gooey lubrication.
He found that the corner of her beak was softer and was able to more easily nuzzle his face there. She felt nothing on her actual beak, but this part of her mouth was hypersensitive in contrast.
The harpy closed her eyes as Mark carefully and gradually filled her up with his rigid shaft. Her red, wrinkled lips parted for his bulbous head and both of them shuddered from the raw, intimate pleasure. Right away, Mark noticed that her body ran hotter than anyone he’d been with in this wild digital world. The heat of her gripping wet flesh felt far better than he expected.
Abby pulled her tentacle away as they picked up that too much strangeness down there was off limits. Chorra wanted missionary penetration and nothing else. Instead of an overly active role, she moved to place her lips on the other side of the harpy’s beak and both passionately pressed their soft lips where she liked it most.
Mark let his bodyweight drive his cock all the way down until he felt her soft white feathers on his pelvis, and the bird-woman opened her beak to sigh with pleasure. He began to fuck her slowly and felt her pleasure echo back to saturate his mind. Even with both he and Abby doing everything right, he could tell she would need a lot of time and physical work to bring her all the way. And with how unique and steamy she felt on his bare cock, he was not going to outlast her.