by Prax Venter
The dimensional magic coating Mark’s hand flickered, forcing him to split his focus between holding the door open while everyone else gawked at this new and overwhelmingly beautiful visage.
“My child,” the face said in a breathy voice that somehow originated from the storm currently assaulting this mountain-top castle.
“Mother!” Alolea cried, surging her psychedelic substrate further forward and well beyond Mark’s entire left side. The effect of the drug was almost immediate.
Tranquil pleasure rippled through him as if his human.obj subclass files had been overwritten with oceans of a syrupy yet viscous liquid. He bulged as he felt rich, intangible distant tugging from the pale moon’s mass and started chuckling as its rocky, swollen lips took his flowing cock all the way inside, down to his-
Mark shook his head to clear his mind, but when he opened his eyes again, he was not where he’d been.
To his left was all pillowy, white clouds and angry, dark tornados. To his right was a maddening expanse of drooling tongues and quivering genitals. He looked down and beheld a jagged brilliant line of color bonding them together.
His bare feet each hovered over a discrete hole in the universe to either side of the boundary and his True Sight triggered a certainty within his mind; if he moved, the bridge connecting this pair of sprawling consciousness would dissolve.
“Mark,” Salivis said, and he turned toward the abstract landscape of suckling lips to see the irresistibly fit gymnast with tight skin. Next to her floated a blurry version of Alolea represented as a quivering cube of pink and blue liquid. The Goddess of Oral Sex continued. “I have invited Primal Air into negotiations for this control point and its bound soul. Please, endeavor to remain conscious.”
“Wha-” was all he said before the small cube that was Alolea darted across the threshold into the cloudy side. A mixture of pleasure and biting pain echoed up through his bare legs that got stronger and higher the further she moved over the boundary. Mark couldn’t immediately decide if he liked it or not.
Through squinting eyes, he gazed over to the clear blue skies on his left to find a thick, fluffy cloud woman embracing a river flapping around like an excited puppy. The incalculable shapes and impossible distances made his mind want to fall deep into the warm mouths sensually nibbling at the ten thousand wrinkles unfurling on the sensitive underside-
Mark blinked and tried to stay alert. As he did, he noticed the current form of Queen Ki Thomellia also gawking at the elemental reunion. Her pointed ears swiveled back with concern, and her panicked, excited mind became an anchor for him. The top-half of this stunning creature was all sleek fur and exotic black and red patterns. Her small breasts were pleasingly pert, the angles of her face were cut in perfect arcs… and her poise, emphatically refined.
The ancient ruler who’d traded eternal undeath to protect her people held her tongue as she held her muzzle high. She knew who these powerful entities were and understood the chain of command here. Yet, hidden deep down she cradled a burning, living flame that one day she too would at least discover the fate of her escaped royal offspring.
“Primal Air,” Salivis began and the vibrations from her echoing voice were pussy lips gently dragged across Mark’s ears. “You of all know the heart of change. I call you to request this heroic Queen’s burden.”
The woman-shaped cloud lowered her daughter back onto the ground before the demigod elemental moved back to stand beside Salivis within her realm of slurping, wet pleasure.
Once she was back, Mark let out a shuddering relief. The intense stimulation was over.
“Sub Aspect, Oral,” the wind hissed from the other infinite plane of empty sky. “I’d perceived a small spark of my daughter’s element when her nimbi became absorbed by Ki Thomellia. This once-lost familial essence swelled my bosom, thus inspiring me to alter the Vulpath queen’s curse to match your nature. I am pleased by your initiative and your resourcefulness.” The being of shifting clouds turned to Mark with that last word, and he couldn’t help but feel respect flow through him… but it continued across the link over to Salivis.
It became clear this high-level, primal deity believed this ‘Sub Aspect’ of the one called She Who Pleases was riding a chaotic and powerful unknown such as him like a trained pony.
Mark frowned but became distracted again when Alolea’s mother continued.
“Additionally, I swirl with terror over your brazen disregard for the Lasting Accords. Sub Aspect, this Vulpath has paid a hefty price; her nature altered more than any mortal mind should weather. I believe my best offer is to defer the choice to her.”
Both goddesses turned to the half-Vulpath entity that had gone from Queen, to Banshee, to some free-floating physical torso who currently needed a diet of her people’s orally induced orgasms to sustain herself.
“Remain half wind,” Primal Air continued as the clouds that made up her body faded into sentient gusts, “or fully transfer your soul into the care of that orally obsessed rebel. I am truly impartial. Yet, know there is a chance such audacious manipulations may trigger a second Cataclysm.”
The free-floating entity known as Ki remained still as her mind became a vortex of consideration, yet she swiftly distilled it all down to two questions.
Mark felt Salivis attempting to get a peek through his True Sight, and he obliged by willing her the concept of unhindered access to the most sensitive parts of his cock and balls. The appropriate analogous gesture to the entity conceptualized as “Salivis” successfully shifted his brainwaves toward matching hers.
And she dove right in.
Impossible ecstasy surged through his bare cock and tightened his scrotum as the continually grateful goddess showed her appreciation. Despite what Primal Air thought of their relationship, this “Sub Aspect” believed in over-rewarding her adept devotees.
After the Goddess of Oral Sex imprinted the concept that she viewed him closer to an equal than any other Crystal Heart high-level entity would ever find acceptable, her overwhelming presence actively hijacked his mind.
Mark’s blind eye swiveled to bore onto the currently contemplating creature once feared by the Vulpath as The Dreamcatcher. There was no use in following the deity inside or perceiving anything she saw there other than the maddening, ramping pleasure her presence inflicted. Then, the goddess instantly retreated, and Mark started panting huge gulps of air to remain conscious.
“Unite with me, ancient Queen of Thomellia, and I will give you back your cunt.”
All focus turned to Ki Thomellia as she shot a glance down to the misty tornado that comprised everything below her furry flat stomach. She then rolled her striking eyes back up to Salivis.
“I accept.”
The Goddess of Oral Sex held out her hand as she floated into the air spread her toned legs.
“Then come place your tongue here, and I will make you the most powerful apotheosis of my nature within your plane of existence.”
With a final glance and a nod of gratitude at the empty space where Primal Air waited patiently, the half-Vulpath woman floated toward the division of divine realms and Mark braced himself for the impending surge about to erupt from the pair of joined portals under his feet.
As Ki drifted across into the realm of constant wet pleasure, static lightning swirled up his legs. Thankfully, the awaiting goddess had moved as close to the transition as possible, but he was not prepared for the brain-bursting trauma that arced up his legs when Ki’s eager tongue contacted Salivis’ clitoris.
The ripping pleasure and hot agony of her archaic soul passing through him between digital gods became far too much to bear, and Mark’s single thin thread of spare processing tabulated the possibility of a system-wide shut down.
All function nodes returned 999%.
Error. Game over. The void had won. Error. He’d failed. All was los-
“Mark!” Sasha yelled, but her voice stretched out over a span of days. He activated his simulated photon receptor and detected thre
e beautiful monster-women through the Thomellia Castle contact point under his flesh-covered foot. Up, down, when, where, truth, lies; all sides of his growing perception dragged themselves back into a manageable mental framework while his succubus, satyr, and abyssal horror added their conceptual scaffolding to brace his rebooting thoughts.
And as the AIs bound to his digital heart wrapped him with their unending need for his existence, reality began returning to normal speed.
As it did, he noticed Amina’s taut, round, black-and-red ass in the air through the portal as she placed one of the two remaining Goddess Anchor obelisks down in front of the timeworn, wooden throne.
The instant she did, the ‘real world’ struck him across the jaw, and he fell through the portal from the Wrongside. Mark blinked numbly as his face hit the floor within the Thomellia Castle throne room, and the first thing to cross his still-tingling mind was thankfulness over wearing pants that mitigated fall damage. It only took a few heartbeats before Mark felt like himself again (whatever that was) and got his hands under him.
But before he pushed off the freezing-cold ground, a pair of savagely clawed, oversized black paws stepped up close. When he looked up, it was into the bulging curve of Queen Ki’s sleek outer labia.
- 5 -
“Time is short,” the goddess Mark had named Salivis said, and he looked past the Doberman-esque woman standing over him to the giant, blue Awysai Goddess Echo lounging on the floor in front of the throne. She appeared exactly as she had the first time he saw her about 20 miles south of Thomellia under the salamander people’s dome of mud and sticks. When the goddess had everyone’s attention, she continued.
“A ritual offering must occur now or this valuable soulpact will lack final cohesion.” The translucent goddess sat up before she continued. “And with so many adepts present, this will be a potent seal indeed.”
Mark finally got to his feet as everyone shot glances around the throne room.
Sasha, Jezebel, and Abby were a constant presence with the bare-assed Angel standing close to her mistress. He turned behind him to see the strange Vulpath male and female pair that were cleaning the place when they’d portaled in. The shaggy black male gawked at Ki Thomellia while the cream-colored female with ice-blue eyes next to him had her ears back and was ready to go hide under the closest bed.
Movement caught his attention, and he turned to see Amina drop to one knee in front of her treasured deity. Then Abby was the first to notice something had changed and pulsed out her excited observation that the Chieftain’s recently altered markings had shifted once again. The Awysai leader now sported vivid, royal violet designs that led the eye around the curves of her bare, voluptuous body.
Mark snapped his eyes to Verrelle nearby yet found her markings were still green and her glowstick legs were still a luscious ruby red. Then Amina spoke and pulled his focus.
“I greet you, Goddess Echo,” she said, her smooth, tranquil voice back in place despite the cold penetrating through her thick skin. “Instruct us in how to pleasure you so that we all may continue our fight.”
Salivis placed her ghostly hand on Amina’s shoulder.
“You and the Blazar Princess will grow closer. Know each other’s scent- her taste- intimately.”
“I obey,” the Chieftain said, then rose to her full height and spun on her multiverse counterpart in one fluid motion.
“Watch them,” Salivis commanded to the rest as the wind continued to howl outside. Was the entity known as Primal Air still among them? Mark’s recent mind-shredding experience lent him the sense she was always a part of all breathable oxygen.
Amina’s glowing violet eyes never left Verrelle’s as she pressed her bare stiff nipples into the other’s ruby-plated chest armor. The Blazar royal had seen more in the last hour than she ever expected from this trip. Ecstatic yet numb certainty washed out her anxiety as the two ‘heavenly dragons’ sucked on each other’s wide tongues, and Mark’s passive stare picked up the clear signals that Verrelle never been with a female of her kind before; previously perfecting her oral arts on a barracks dominated by musky, male cocks.
But engaging change had come crashing into her world. Freedom and independence to explore everything there was to explore drove the young Blazar to passionately press her more pronounced lips into the Awysai leader’s stubby muzzle.
“You two,” Salivis said then pointed to the pair of wolf-like strangers. After they both focused on her, the Goddess of Oral Sex shifted her form to that of a 12-foot, ethereal Vulpath.
As Amina moved her invasive, sniffing muzzle down to press against Princess Verelle’s bulging crotch, the ghostly deity made a show of pressing her new fluffy ear into the floor and raising her translucent tail up toward the high arched ceiling.
“You two servants will work as one. Prove your true devotion to my nature. Please me and I promise that you both will become pleased as a result.”
The two strangers looked over to the black-and-red supermodel wolfwoman standing next to Mark, and he turned in time to see Ki give them a single serious nod. Mark only needed an instant to learn that the ancient Dreamcatcher had already landed herself a pair of Vulpath worshipers. And she’d just given them her permission to eat out a goddess.
The female began wagging her cream-colored tail as the pair of servants shared a glance before both padded over to the ghostly deity’s exposed rear end.
“Sasha, Jezebel,” Salivis said as the Vulpath strangers began lapping her from behind. “Please each other in my name. I shall grant a boon to whomever reaches climax last.”
“Shit,” Sasha cursed immediately even as her spade tail lifted in excitement. “There is no fucking universe where I outlast Momma Bear.”
The sciencey satyr’s emerald eyes sparkled as she turned and silently slid her hand down inside the succubus’ tight black shorts.
“Abby,” the goddess continued. “Order your servant to dominate your face as you worship her pleasure receptors.”
That last part broke through the hypnosis of the erection-inducing orgy roiling before him, and Mark looked into the fathomless eyes of the giant, glowing deity. A moan escaped her muzzle that rumbled the floor as the two devotees began to find a good rhythm lashing her ghostly clit with their long, hot tongues. Some of her vast mind was exposed to him, yet the high-level AI’s true thoughts still seemed forever impossible to understand with his human frame of reference.
Just how much did this virtual deity really understand about her simulated universe?
“I command you to train me, droid,” Abby said. “Tune my oral technique to your individual preferences.”
Angel’s legs shuddered with anticipation as her mistress lay on her back.
“Lover from Outside,” Salivis groaned. “Please reward Ki Thomellia for her patience and dedication to her people. Mm, break in that brand-new pussy for me.”
Mark shifted his good eye to the work of monster-woman art next to him. She cocked her angular head as he panned his eyes over her upturned nipples, cut abs, and silk-furred slit. Her shiny fur clung tightly to the smooth hunks of muscle that made up her thighs and continued down to paws bigger than his head.
This ancient and repeatedly ascending creature not only drew his eye but looked as if she could physically shred granite.
Mark bowed his head. “If it pleases your grace, allow me to nuzzle my face between those angelic lower lips so I may fulfill my divine destiny.”
Ki lifted her black nose high and stepped up close to him. He didn’t realize how tall she was until he was eye-level with her nipples.
“This is my home- my reward,” she said, her words dripping with lust and her vibrant black and red eyes looking deep into his. “I set the terms,” the queen added as she pulled open his new pants with one sharp claw. “You will be allowed this historic first taste, Lover, but my… new nature drives me to take your fleshy human cock past my maw as well.”
There was something about her proportions, her elegant cu
rves, her eyes… maybe the unification of all her masterwork somethings made this creature irresistible to Mark.
Or maybe it was just digital bullshit tickling port.14005 within his virtual mind.
Despite the knowledge that it “wasn’t real”, every sense he did have access to told Mark that his virtual body was about to have a very enjoyable experience.
The lethally nude Vulpath brushed her rigid red nipples against his lips as she peeled him out of his Salivis-imbued magic pants. Mark’s mouth hung open as he watched this most regal older woman then lay on her back among the rubble of her throne room.
If such an alluring creature wanted him pushing his dick down in her face as a reward for centuries of undead agony… Who was he to deny her?
Ki’s clawed hands wrapped around his ass as he lowered his rigid shaft directly into her mouth and her steaming-hot tongue helped guide it in with a caressing curl. As it was with any strange beauty in The Crystal Heart with muzzle-like anatomy, Mark was able to lower his balls over the two holes in her snout before his swollen head came close to the back of her throat.
With a groan and a shudder, he tried to shut out the needy suckling and sniffing at his sack happening behind him. He had his own job to do. The muscular Vulpath below him spread her new legs far and they both discovered she was impressively flexible.
Mark dove down into her tight-furred slit now spread open for him. Her outer labia were thick, fur-covered shells hiding wet, vermillion flesh that sent Mark’s newfound synesthesia for that vibrant hue into hyperdrive.
Reality skipped in his mind as his tongue made contact with the tingling, sweet-and-savory softness between her thick legs. Mark’s eyes rolled into the back of his head while rooting his tongue deep within this hard-bodied beauty and everything twisted into orgasmic, electrified taffy. Perpetual wrapping looped his pulsing cock while his infinite many tongues continually fell from his mouth, one after the other, cascading away in zealous droves as they tumbled deep into the bliss-coated cavern-