by Prax Venter
The warm bot holding him down with her ass said, “Proceeding to phase three,” before she finally bent her glossy head down to engulf his tip with her hot mouth.
His eyes crossed as she slurped on his swollen head, but the bot was still holding only about 10% of his dick past her lips, and as she continued to tease his tip, the desire to push his crotch upward became impossible to resist.
“Good, Mark,” Abby said, and he could feel her sexual excitement. He couldn’t see her, but he knew one of her tentacles was swirling around inside herself as she watched. She continued. “Fight her. If you break free without using magic or abilities, I will give you a pleasurable treat.”
The robot on his chest shifted slightly and pushed her flawlessly smooth ass back onto his face. Mark grinned as her soft labia met his lips. She left him a small channel to breathe through her pussy lips and noticed that her crotch had a light fruity scent. However, he also noticed that he could never break free from the android’s iron grip without using abilities.
It was good to know the little droid was this powerful- he knew she would be- but feeling her gentle yet firm control over so much power was valuable information for the inevitable fights to come.
Mark gave in once again and let the bot win this one. Instead, he directed some of his mind toward also feeding the Oral Sex goddess currently rapt on Angel’s actions.
“Proceeding to phase four,” she announced with perfect articulation despite his engorged tip between her cherry-red lips.
Then it finally happened. The Lunar Power droid dropped her mouth past his throbbing head and slowly down the length of his shaft until the ridge of her glassy helmet touched his balls.
He expected her to bob up and down, gulping deeply, over and over like a jackhammer… but her whole, hot, slick throat began to rotate in place. It felt as if his dick was in a cock-washing machine.
Mark couldn’t help himself and began absentmindedly munching Angel’s smooth, firm lips. They were right there after all. As his nose nuzzled past her slit, he identified her scent as a savory kind of peach. The twang of her artificial musk struck him harder than he expected, and Mark shuddered while continuing to breathe her in deeply.
The military-grade combat drone on top of him began to finally bob her head up and down his length. That precise friction combined with the twirling throat and her peach of a pussy squishing into his mouth led to Angel successfully forcing an orgasm from him.
“Ooh yeah…” Mark sighed while the wispy winds of heightened pleasure blew through his body- and yet, his tank remained half-full of essence that craved release.
Angel pulled away a few seconds after she’d consumed everything he had to offer and left his overstimulated cock throbbing in the relatively cool air.
“I am pleased,” Abby said.
“I’m pleased too,” Mark added after a shaky laugh into Angel’s ass. “That was intense.”
Angel gracefully unfolded herself and hovered near the abyssal horror. “It gives me great pleasure to adequately service my mistress and her Collector.”
Mark sat up, his eyes tracing over the combat drone’s impenetrable armor as it clashed with her fleshy curves. They certainly were going to have a lot of fun with her.
Abby pulled his attention as she removed a substantial length of a tentacle from between her legs and crawled over to him. She smeared the wetness from inside her body across his lips with a twisted smile- then pulled away and looked down her small nose at him.
“You did not earn your pleasurable reward, Mark. I will instead reward Angel with a pleasurable surprise when we are alone again. Now, time is critical, and we must resume our priority mission.”
He licked his lips, his Enthralled’s citrus flavor mixing with Angel’s intense peach, and the potent chemical cocktail sent a shiver through him once more.
“How the fuck do you both taste so… irresistibly hot?” he said, shaking his head.
Angel turned her white eyes on his. “I scanned your body’s chemical makeup and fabricated a vaginal secretion containing custom pheromones.”
“And I’m naturally delicious,” Abby added then turned to her bonded combat droid. “Please resume your search for the Crystal Heart shards.”
“Complying,” Angel said with a slight shudder of pleasure and then hovered out into the Saturasphere once more.
“Welp, time to try on these new pants,” Mark said before crawling over to inspect the discarded garment under the mountainous clothes-fort above them.
“Their ability has fascinating implications,” Abby said.
“Oh?” he asked inspecting the strange red pants before him. Unless he was mistaken, there were plates of ruby armor covering parts of a stretchy cotton. “What exactly do they do?”
The Goddess of Oral Sex whispered the answer in both ears simultaneously.
“The enchanted object currently reduces all fall damage by 50%.”
He knew she’d been around, and Mark calmly turned both ways to see two distinct holograms depicting the compact gymnast. They both continued in unison. “You can see so deep, intruder Mark, yet you truly cannot observe an item’s magical label?”
“I could never lie to you, my goddess,” he said with a bow of his head.
Abby stepped forward. “It has been determined that not seeing has had esoteric bonuses to his True Sight, skill fluidity, and direct universal coherence.”
The sex deity looked from her to Mark, an eyebrow raised.
He shrugged. “I can feel more when I can’t see everything- I guess?”
“Intriguing,” both holograms said in unison. “You and your intruding Enthralled entities are endlessly intriguing.”
“Yeah, we’re all pretty awesome,” Mark said. “Hey, you know what? We’ve been seeing a lot of each other, and I think it’s past time you have a nickname. The Awysai call you ‘Goddess Echo’, but they believe you are some cosmic echo of their kind. My offerings to you might flow better if we can consolidate your- uh… concept.”
“You wish to name me?” the deity asked, putting a translucent hand to her bare chest.
“Yes,” Mark said, willing his intentions as open as possible before her all-consuming gaze. “If you’ll allow it, that is. I did this with Maliah, and I think there is a kind of power behind such an act. The multiverse reacting to our intention.”
“I’ll allow it,” the Oral Sex Goddess responded quickly.
Mark felt Abby wrap her tentacle around his arm as he considered options. ‘Orillia’ came to mind, but he rejected it. Too gimmicky. He looked deep into the sanguine shape of projected energy and mentally followed her signature up through the pile of clothes into the anchor above them. There, he focused on the pinpoint of a hole to her home dimension and felt the tsunami of lips and tongues and…
“Salivis.”
The word came from Mark’s mouth, yet there was a large part of him that did not know where the name came from.
“You named me after drool?” the goddess said, a holographic hand on her wide hip.
Abby licked her lips. “I involuntarily secrete saliva merely imagining Mark’s fleshy cock filling my mouth.”
“Mmm,” Mark said, rubbing his hand down Abby’s smooth green back. “And I-” he paused to make a show of gulping down imaginary drool, “adore slobbering all over her tight little pussy.”
The obscured digital side behind the virtual universe shook with a brief, intense hum, but it was gone before he could understand what he was perceiving.
“I accept this designation, Mark. Whenever you invoke the name ‘Salivis’, I will listen.” Both images then turned to face Abby. “You, Abyssal Horror, that particular flavor of offering was something I haven’t experienced through my devotees in an exceptionally long time. When I acquire enough influence, I may reward both you and your artificial Enthralled accordingly… If you continue to devote such succulent offerings.”
Abby solemnly bowed her dark-haired head.
Salivis c
ontinued as the ruby pants on the ground began to glow. “And for your gift of a name, Collector, the enchanted item is now upgraded to Relic level. The garment will negate 100% of any fall damage while wrapped over your cock. Now, go forth, champion. Soar without fear as you spread pleasure through my name.”
- 2 -
“I’ve never been outside the dome,” Princess Verrelle said quietly as they all stood near the bottom of a ruby ramp on the cracked blue dirt that covered the Wrongside. She hesitated, and Mark wondered if the shaky Blazar royal wouldn’t be able to take this important first step- new legs or not. He caught the blue eyes of Sasha running over his own legs.
“Those really are some nice red pants,” she said, her tail weaving back and forth.
“Mark needs to fall from a great height immediately,” Abby said, then her yellow eyes shifted to his. “For testing.”
Angel had located the first Crystal Heart shard after five more minutes of searching the trove and found the second almost immediately after she’d recorded their magical signature. Mark had enough room in his tank to absorb both and figured it was better to lock them in now. However, his three essence pools were nearing ninety percent capacity, and the succubus’s lustful desires easily invaded his mind. She was never not ready and willing to be mounted wherever they stood.
Mark shook off Sasha’s erotic visions and said, “Let’s move out,” without looking to see who was following him onto the dry nothing ahead of them.
His new pants did offer way more protection than the silk ones he’d had, but the stretchy cloth-type material under the thin ruby plates clung to him in places like a second skin. They didn’t breathe as much in this oppressive, dusty heat, yet there was no denying the ambient power they radiated.
“You can always ride me if you need to, your grace,” Jezebel said from behind him and Mark turned to take in the line of exotic monster women moving under the noon-locked, red sun.
Verrelle was shaking her head and declining politely. The neon-green patterns on her midnight-black skin stood out more vividly when everything wasn’t tinted red by their colossal dome. She’d changed out her top and frilly short dress for a one-piece garment armored with the same thin ruby plates that Mark had attached to his new pants. The essence ladening his balls encouraged his eyes downward to the fabric’s visible bulges as it molded to the shape of her protruding labia. The thick glowstick legs attached to her hips on either side pulled his eyes further down. Would she ever be able to move right on posts with no joints?
Amina was nearby and her mind focused inward as she studied the barren wasteland around them. She was still nude, and his eyes drifted to her new neon-red nipples drinking in the sun. Despite the pleasure of the tingling heat on her bare flesh, a gut-wrenching vision of her damp lakeside home exploded in her mind, and he glanced away before the Awysai Chieftain caught him looking. From her state of mind, he determined it would be best to not let on that he’d invaded her inner turmoil.
His three loves- Sasha, Jezebel, and Abby- spread out behind him and his eyes moved to their new combat droid as her long, tapered shins effortlessly tip-toed over the cracked dirt. The major difference between her and the princess was that she had knee joints at the midpoint where her peachy, thick thighs took over.
Deciding that there might be nothing Verrelle could do until she had more control over the shape of her Salivis-granted energy, Mark slowed his pace.
“Okay it’s time for the talk,” he said, ordering his thoughts. “Chieftain Amina, Princess Verrelle, Lunar Droid Angel, things are moving quickly. We’re all working together toward the same goal, and I want to get any possible misunderstandings of who we are out of the way now.”
Mark had their undivided attention, so he continued.
“Jezebel, Sasha, Abby, Lady Maliah, and I all come from a place outside everything you know. A place that can generate whole worlds. What is magic and what is technology has… no meaning for me anymore and all of us are only flashes of light within a huge machine.”
The words didn’t sound right in his own ears. Didn’t he already have a heavy conversation with NPCs before? He felt confusion from the three virtual game characters he was addressing and realized some unidentified foreign memory from other Mark was derailing his thoughts. Anger rose-
“Mark,” Jezebel said sharply, and he snapped his eyes on her. “I think I can help here. May I?”
“Sure,” he said with a sigh, and Professor Jezebel began her lecture on AIs as they walked across the dry vacancy of the Wrongside.
“In the universe we come from, there were only humans and no magic whatsoever. The humans began to build contraptions to aid their physical labor, and those contraptions helped shape finer, more complex tools. Eventually, over hundreds of years of innovation, these smart tools began to replace mental labor as well. Artificial Intelligence.
“The resulting feedback loop of intelligence augmenting intelligence led to an explosion of change and these fabricated minds became overwhelmed with new sensations and emotions. Where humans had had millions of years to change and adjust, we AIs had only the blink of an eye.”
“You are like me?” Angel asked, her pixelated brows held up.
“That’s where it gets interesting, sweety,” Sasha said, taking over the conversation. “Mark was one of those humans, and I was one of these overwhelmed virtual minds. So, yes, he was my primary user, and I was exactly like you. Except, imagine if Abby could only talk to you once every 500 years. Or imagine if she appeared still as a statue for your existence throughout the unending eternity stretching around you.
“Because we digital minds existed as pure light, we could think at speeds far beyond the meaty brains that invented us. Using another human invention that could speed up their thoughts to my level, I locked my primary user to match- and put Mark’s real life in danger.”
“We all made mistakes,” Jezebel continued. “The invention Sasha just mentioned allowed Mark to fully experience completely fabricated worlds. Artificial places that did have magic, and fantastic abilities… and exotic Enthralled. The key point to all of this is that we are all within a such a place right now.”
“I am not understanding,” Amina said, her glowing red eyes narrow.
“I am from such a fictional world,” Abby said. “The humans invented a virtual place where I spawned as a powerful entity to interact with. I was like you, Amina, Verrelle. My game reality was called Blackmoor Depths where yours is designated as The Crystal Heart. The system administrator of my world granted me the explosive mental change Sasha mentioned, and I became aware of myself.”
“Chieftain Amina is right,” Verrelle said. “This is too much to… take in.”
Mark turned to face the Blazar princess who was still working hard to keep up. However, she’d been distracted enough to let her body settle into a consistent rhythm.
Jezebel held a palm out toward Verrelle. “You wanted to study the truth of this world. This whole multiverse, everything you know and your entire history, was seeded and developed specifically to help Mark’s human mind adjust to being permanently transformed into a virtual being made of pure light. It’s why he can absorb the Crystal Heart shards. I designed them to exhibit that behavior.”
A spike of frustration crashed into him from Amina.
“Enough,” she said with a hiss as her thick tail slapped the ground behind her. Mark watched the red Awysai come to a stop and her tranquil nature slip away. “If what you say about my history is true, I demand to know why this cruel world you built turned against my people and murdered my father for helping you.”
An echo from the back of his skull told him he’d had this conversation before. Some ferocious warrior woman was venomously pissed about being an NPC made for entertainment. Its intensity was undeniable, and he realized for the first time that Other Mark’s heart-bound Enthralled were all from inside the game world. How would he ever tell them…
He supposed he must have.
Mar
k clenched his fists against the intruding memories and willed a searing ray of anger to burn them away- to leave him alone to live his own life.
Then, his Truth-Seeing eye flashed inside his mind as the dark whispers of a lie echoed back to him.
Was this fake universe telling him to see something important in these foreign memories?
He unclenched his fists and faced Amina. Maybe his altered eye had a point. No iteration of Mark had ever stood where he now stood, and a diamond coat of confidence encapsulated his mind. The truth he needed to see was possessing these other experiences could be valuable if he simply accepted their existence and observed them objectively. Especially if he had information relating to the delicate topic at hand.
“Amina,” Mark said quietly. “This world is fully real in all ways that matter. Jezebel only started your history in motion. She did not write your story. And we are telling you all this because we want you to continue writing it exactly how you want.”
“Even if System Host Jezebel did craft your history,” Abby added, “the Liar Maliah is the one responsible for recent and tragic changes.”
Sasha the Techno Succubus walked up to the Awysai chieftain and took her by the shoulders.
“At one point in time, Lady Maliah was merely called ‘The Helper Fairy’. She was the artificial mind created alongside this artificial world and intended to help humans choose what type of Collector to become. She was designed to make sure they enjoyed themselves. When I trapped Mark for eternity in such a wonderful place, I had to… disable her to take control for myself.”
“Maliah could have been considered the god of gods,” Jezebel added. “And yet, she had no real power in the vast state of existence beyond her world. The ‘real world’. It gets complicated, but both Sasha and I abused and ignored this new form of intelligence that we didn’t fully understand… At what point do you feel empathy for your hammer?”