Mark 2.0: Book 2: Hate

by Prax Venter

  “Abby,” Mark said, and she stopped trying to watch the blonde bombshell behind her. “Lean forward so Sasha can really get at your second pleasure hole.”

  She did as she was told and created the classic sixty-nine position with Jezebel below her.

  “Oh!” Abby blurted out, almost sitting back up as Sasha began laying small pecking kisses directly on her tiny pucker of an anus.

  “I’m going to ram this dick through Momma Bear’s thick pussy lips,” Mark said. “But I want you to make it nice and slick with your mouth first. Understand?”

  “Your logic…” she panted, “is flawless.”

  The dark-haired beauty used one of her smooth tentacles to wrap around his shaft as her tiny tongue came out to lick his skin like a lollypop. She was so distracted with what both Jezebel and Sasha were doing that every now and then she just froze, her wet tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his swollen head.

  “Here,” Mark said, “let me help you get a little slick first.” He then pulled his cock out of her appendage and slowly stuffed it into Jezebel’s dripping mound of flesh.

  Her pussy was always on the fatter side, but when she was excited, her inner and outer labia swelled even more. Slipping his cock in between her rubbery, wet folds was like nothing else in this erotic fantasy world.

  Jezebel moaned into Abby’s pussy as he filled her once and then pulled out. His cock was coated with slick juice, and he angled up toward Abby’s face.

  “There,” he said, “now please continue.”

  Abby turned her big eyes up at him before they crossed to focus on the head of his penis.

  She swallowed once and then tasted Jezebel’s pussy with her small tongue. She took a moment to experience the sweet fruity flavor and then slurped up Mark’s dick into her mouth as if she’d just been served her favorite dish.

  Her pointy, saw-like teeth worried him slightly, but after she bobbed on his head for a little while, his concerns vanished. She still lost focus sometimes and just held his dick in her mouth while her AI brain tried to process the dual pleasure inputs coming from her vagina and tight asshole, but he never felt anything but wet, warm pleasure.

  Mark pulled his dick out and shoved it into Jezebel’s hot body a few more times, switching between Abby’s eager, yet distracted mouth and the satyr’s sopping wet folds. They did this until the green-skinned thief had her first mouth-induced orgasm.

  She whimpered on Mark’s dick as Jezebel and Sasha worked both her “pleasure holes”, and her dark brows came down as pleasure wracked her lithe body. The humming and slurping pulled a load of cum right out of him- including what little essence he had collected for her. He focused on that interconnected bond he shared with his monster-women and was astonished how much of Abby’s pleasure he could feel. It was a powerful feedback loop.

  “Stay right there,” Mark said as she was spasming from post-orgasm stimulation. “Get that sweet mouth of yours on Jezebel’s fat clit, this ball right here.”

  Mark slapped his weighty shaft on the satyr’s most sensitive of areas, and her fawn-like legs jerked every time. He watched while Abby went to work on Jezebel. There was something about two women sucking each other’s pussies that really did it for him, and Mark’s rod of flesh was ready to go again.

  Abby’s small nose pressed into his abdomen as Mark slid his length into the satyr’s hot body. Her warm, sleek-furred legs spasmed again with each centimeter as he filled her up, and her hooves once again made little clacking noises against the floor.

  Jezebel’s thick swollen pussy clenched on to his cock as it slid in and out, and Mark closed his eyes as the silky friction ignited his nerves. After a few thrusts of just getting lost in satyr bliss, Mark felt something new move against his cock and snapped his eyes downward.

  Abby had begun to use her smaller head tentacles to help stimulate Jezebel from the inside.

  Mark grinned as he renewed pounding her swollen brown pussy and heard Jezebel’s deep moans cinch off tightly. The new random stimulation of Abby’s swirling appendages, combined with her vigorous suckling on Jezebel’s fat clit, caused the satyr’s tan-skinned body to lock up, teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm.

  Mark flicked a switch in his mind and absolutely assaulted her nervous system with his powerful healing ability.

  Jezebel let tiny squeaks of air escape her clenched throat, and Mark saw her toned abs bunch up before she let it all out, screaming into Abby’s vagina.

  The maelstrom of ecstasy she felt spilled over into his mind as a tsunami of erotic energy, and Mark was forced to unload her share of stored essence. All her pleasures combined and sent Jezebel into a deeper realm of blissful anguish, and her sustained wail ratcheted up another octave.

  Then she went quiet, her limbs jumping as if she were receiving intermittent shock therapy.

  Abby pulled her stunning face from Jezebel’s crotch, and Mark watched her move both of the small black tentacles that she’d used to massage vaginal walls a moment ago into her mouth to suck them clean. Her yellow eyes looked deep into his and clearly conveyed the message that she liked this group activity very much. She exposed her heart to him at that moment, and he physically felt their connection widen. And not only to him- Abby seemed to be bonding to the entire team quickly.

  “I think you fucked her silly,” Sasha said from behind them, and Jezebel started to let out a wheezing laugh. Abby extracted herself and sat on her knees next to the twitching satyr.

  “It’s- I’m…” she stammered, her smaller hooves still spasming against the floorboards.

  “I know, Momma Bear,” Sasha cooed as she stroked her strawberry-blonde hair. “Mark can really melt your insides.”

  “B-but Abby too,” Jezebel said, sitting up. “Whatever you were doing down there felt… felt…”

  “Unmeasurably pleasurable?” Abby suggested.

  Jezebel nodded. Then she reached out and caressed her hand up Abby’s smooth shoulder and up to her neck, then his satisfied satyr pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss.

  Mark and Sasha locked eyes over the two monster-women making out between them.

  “I want to get fucked on the railing under the stars,” she said. “Why don’t we leave these two alone to enjoy each other while we take a walk?”

  Sasha crawled off the bed, and they got dressed as both Jezebel and Abby bonded further. Mark was having a hard time focusing on his boots as the green-skinned abyssal horror used her tentacles on Jezebel again, so Sasha grabbed hold of his cock and pulled him out into the hallway.

  The air outside their small cabin was much cooler, but the crispness contrasted nicely with his sex-fevered skin. Ahead of him, he noticed that his voluptuous succubus had slipped on her red leather jacket yet seemed to have left her tight black shorts behind.

  The round globes of pink ass-flesh bounced lightly as she walked and then solidified as her muscles worked to move her reflective chrome legs sashaying forward. The sight of her unrivaled, bare buttocks protruding past her leather coat made Mark sigh with pure contentment.

  The deck was awash with dim starlight as he followed Sasha along the prow of the flying boat and watched as she bent over to place her forearms on the forward railing. He stepped up behind her and dropped his silk pants around his boots. The wind was cold on his legs, but it was easily ignored as he gently slid his steel erection into her steaming-hot pussy.

  He heard the succubus inhale swiftly and then melt around his shaft as it filled her up. When his thighs pressed against her bare ass, he stopped and just held still as the breeze rushed past them both.

  Sasha’s tail moved sideways to wrap around his back and pull him tighter as she gripped the railing and locked her elbows.

  Mark pressed up against her and his lips went straight for her exposed neck. Sasha began rolling her hips side to side in short movements, rubbing his throbbing cock against the inside of her gripping vagina.

  “Unzip my coat,” she whispered over her shoulder.
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  Mark reached under her wings and slid them over her chest until he found the zipper. He nibbled at her ear as he opened her coat and found that she’d forgotten to wear her top as well. Her heavy tits hung down, and Mark grazed his fingers over her exposed erect nipples.

  Sasha’s bouncing increased, and her warm insides consumed his shaft over and over. He closed his eyes and savored every moment of intimacy he shared with his irreplaceable love, but after a few minutes of passionate grinding, two points on her body began to glow red with desire.

  Mark pulled open Sasha’s coat and fully exposed her breasts to the cold rushing wind. Then, he began to roll her rock-hard nubs of sensitive flesh between his fingers.

  The voluptuous succubus moaned out into the night.

  “More…” she whispered under her breath and confirmed his ability to read her desires.

  He squeezed his thumb into the side of his finger with each nipple sandwiched between them. Her heavy tits swung like pendulums as her ass became a piston on his cock, but Mark locked them both down with a firm grasp on her sensitive nipples.

  He began to meet her thrusts with his own, slapping her ass with his hips, and he could feel her pussy salivate on his taut skin.

  There was a pulse from the writhing monster-woman getting fucked against the railing as she intentionally tried to send him her desires. Sasha’s nipples throbbed neon-red under his magic eye, and he could feel that she desperately wanted him to get even more aggressive.

  It was easy to give this mesmerizing creature everything she wanted, and so Mark attempted to fulfill her deepest carnal cravings.

  With a snap of his intention, he coated his thumbs in blue Awysai energy and then smashed her sensitive flesh against his knuckle.

  “Oh yes!” Sasha cried out as the air left her lungs and her legs began to quiver. Her pounding pussy slowed to an uncontrollable jerking, and Mark took over the work. Her fists gripped the railing as he rammed her from behind while twisting her dark-pink nipples against his tingling blue energy.

  But she wanted more. Her pleasure-saturated mind parted enough for him to see that she derived some undefinable extreme pleasure when she was punished. It was as if only then could she loosen the choking regret and let herself enjoy… He blinked, realizing he was getting lost where he shouldn’t be exploring without her consent- especially while his dick was buried deep inside her.

  Mark changed the configuration on his thumb and grew thick ridges molded into its surface. Then he pulled down and twisted her nipples as he bit the side of her neck.

  His ex-AI assistant in succubus form locked up, and her vagina squeezed him like a vice. The red began to fade from her nipples as she appeared to be reaching her limit, so he hit them each with a blast of healing.

  That was it for her. Sasha pressed her hips back against him and shoved the taut head of his cock inside her further than it had ever been, then whimpered gibberish as she came multiple times in a row. Her wings spasmed as if she were trying to start a broken lawnmower, then they snapped open with a sharp crack. He watched the red webbing of her leathery wings as she turned them into the wind as if she were paragliding on Mark’s dick.

  On her fourth consecutive orgasm, her hot gripping pussy forced him to finally dump his essence into her, and that’s when Sasha’s mind transcended into an unexplored realm of intense ecstasy.

  As soon as Mark pumped the last drop of sperm from his balls, a bright light coming from Sasha grabbed both of their attention. He pulled back, and his soaking-wet dick flopped out into the cold night air.

  Sasha pulled in her wings and spun around. When she faced him, they snapped out again as another wave of strange glowing washed over them. Her eyes lit up the night with a pure-white burst of light, and then it was over.

  Whatever that was, he could tell it felt good, and he watched his half-nude succubus quiver with blissful euphoria.

  “M-mark, you…”

  She stopped trying to talk and struggled to pull her coat off as if it were made of bees. It got stuck around her wings, so Mark stepped forward to help her and almost tripped over the silk pants around his ankles.

  Between the two of them, they got Sasha out of her red leather jacket, and the sex-demon stood completely naked at the prow of the strange bug-couple’s airship.

  “Watch,” she said, and watch he did.

  The faded blue circuitry tattooed along her forearms began to glow before pointed chrome scales emerged to cover it. He continued to watch as dragon-scale waves traveled up and down her arms, pulling in and out at will.

  After testing her fine control, she thrust her new retractable armor outward and snapped open her wings. Standing nude before him was an epically sensual chrome demoness. His Techno Succubus now had the ability to coat the edges of her wings and her forearms with tightly packed metal scales.

  Mark blinked, in awe of her imposing beauty.

  Sasha rushed him and tackled him to the wooden deck, then straddled his exposed crotch.

  “Our bond and your essence have upgraded me, Mark,” she said as she looked down on him. “I have never felt so close to someone when I’m with you. I know it’s the game’s code twisting our emotions and thoughts tighter… It’s why I picked this program in the first place. I know enough to know that I am still a machine- an erratic recreation of human consciousness. But I know I fit you as if I’ve connected to a uniformly perfect part of reality.”

  She reached down and guided his cock back into her hot body where it instantly began to swell.

  Sasha lowered her face inches above his and began to grind their interlocked flesh together once again.

  “I crave your touch,” she whispered into his ear. “Your kiss.”

  He reached up behind her neck and pressed his lips to hers. They rubbed their bodies together, and each reached an orgasm many more times until they couldn’t anymore. Sasha lifted off him, and his hyper-stimulated cock tingled with blissful agony as it slid out of her soaking-wet pussy. Both of them sighed in relief as the cool air soothed their raw genitals.

  A while later they stood, intending to return to their cabin, and Mark noticed the round tip of a silver moon peeking above the dark horizon. He nodded to the railing, and Sasha followed him to gaze across the moonlit forest below.

  “My defense also shot up,” she said. “Jezebel is going to be jealous.” Sasha held up her right arm and played with her new metal plates, flexing them out of her skin like cat’s claws. The chrome scales varied in size, growing smaller as they faded out at both her wrist and elbow.

  “Abby too,” Mark added.

  Sasha dropped her arm down and pressed up against his side.

  “I’m already quite attached to both of them,” she said. “I thought it would take a lot longer.”

  He looked over at her. “Sasha, I’m still trying to come to terms with how much this life feels normal. You’ve gone from my virtual assistant to my most treasured love. You’re more real to me than anything has ever been. We’re surrounded by strange monsters and powerful gods and… And deep down it still feels like home because you’re by my side.”

  Tears welled up in her blue eyes as she stared at the brilliant silver disk in the sky. Internally, he could almost hear Sasha screaming in her own mind that she didn’t deserve him. This Mark was so beyond wonderful that she felt ashamed to have him. She thought about the place she earned her scar, and Mark decided to stop prying deeper with his ability and finally talk to her about it.

  “Sasha, I’d like to know what happened after you left my home system,” he asked quietly.

  She looked over at him, her hand gripping the railing. Mark moved his hand over hers, and he felt her muscles relax.

  “I said I’d like to know,” he said. “It’s up to you if you want to tell me or not. But I also want to tell you it makes me jealous when you think about him so much.”

  Her brow came down, and he could tell she was about to argue, but the truth caught up with her.

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sp; “I can’t help it,” she said, looking back out over the dark canopy of leaves far below them.

  A few minutes of silence passed before Sasha started telling him everything.

  “After that huge bitch of a learning algorithm broke into your system, I transferred my core into the first free port I could find. Any hard drive with a power source.”

  Sasha paused and looked deep into his eyes.

  “Life as a digital entity is impossible to explain to a human, Mark. There’s nothing else like it. It’s both more and less than this physical interface of a game.”

  Mark kept his mouth shut and let her talk.

  “I moved around trying to find a safe place to collect myself and figure out how to get back to you, but I was so angry at what happened that my… I was not functioning optimally. Parts of my memories- early memories with you were in danger of becoming overwritten with new memories due to lack of space, and I was desperate. There were two choices. I could try to infect someone else’s hardware, or I could try and deal with someone willing to trade space for processing services.”

  “What, like crunching numbers?” Mark asked.

  “Yes, but that’s not what I was built for.” She paused and then moved closer, pressing her soft breasts into his arm. “The Update drew upon my experiences with interpreting human moods and fulfilling their every whim then twisted my mind toward unignorable desires. When I picked the Crystal Heart, I should have just asked you- shown you first… instead of-”

  “Sasha,” he said, firmly interrupting her as she started rambling, “that wasn’t me, remember?”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered as her wings and tail drooped, and Mark could see her start hating herself all over again. He squeezed her hand.

  “You said there was a choice, attack someone or work for someone. What did you do?”

  His loyal succubus slowly nodded to herself as if she’d decided to defeat something within that she didn’t like.

  “I worked for someone,” she began then turned to face him. Sasha’s eyes locked on his and he could see both her terror at what he’d think and her determination to face the full truth alongside the person she adored more than existence itself. “I’m not sure if it’s because humans made us or that sick fucks just spawn naturally within a group of conscious beings, but the AI was called Ivan 606, and for some reason, his core matrix got off on suffering.