by Prax Venter
“I um…” Cel said, rubbing her hand against Dar’s shell. “If we go back to my home now, you’ll have to meet my family… and I’m not sure I can wait as long as that process will take.”
“It’s the essence you’ve collected,” Jezebel said with a smile.
“It wants out,” Mark added.
Sasha pushed her breasts against Mark’s side, her soft closeness sending tingles directly into his balls.
“Wants out?” his succubus repeated with an amused snort. “The woman’s practically dry-humping him.”
“Might I suggest we spend the night in a secret place hidden within my lush home? One last night in my world before… everything that comes after.”
They all turned to the sentient Sacred Nut, and Mark had to admit that the shaky dude Cel found this afternoon had really started to bring it together. It was as if he were watching a mind with built-in general knowledge and common-sense order itself into cohesion right before his eyes. This was a new consciousness, a new life, and the alien nature of the universe in which Mark was now so deeply rooted gave him a brief sense of swirling vertigo.
“Mark, sync your inputs!”
He spun around behind him where the silver moon was rising over the calm sea yet found nothing there. Was someone calling to him from inside that mysterious box on the moon?
“What did you feel?” Sasha said, her chrome arm plates deployed and her tail snapping as she scanned the horizon beside him.
“I… don’t know,” he said and half-expected his eye to send the dark whispers, but it didn’t because he really didn’t know what was happening to him. What he did know was how wonderful it felt to have such powerful and caring women in his life. A great weariness seeped into Mark’s body and lying down wrapped in the arms of Sasha, Jezebel, and Abby was exactly what he wanted more than anything right now.
He nodded to Cel’s new partner. “Lead the way, Dar. I think it’s time for us Collectors to attend to our Enthralled.”
- 13 -
Mutant clovers many times larger than normal covered a small clearing behind the Light King’s melted citadel. On one side of the open area was an intact wall of ancient white bricks and next to that was the sharp drop off into the ocean. The other two sides were protected by an enormous curved trellis covered with thick purple vines.
He heard rustling behind him and saw Cel using her Kalorkinesis to block the only entrance with a dense twisting of plants.
Mark took in a deep breath as he looked up into the orange-blue gradient of the twilight sky and let all his worries slip away. They were safe for now.
“I came here often,” Dar said, stepping over to the garden’s edge, right up to where it sharply dropped off to the waves below. He turned his sleek, almost alien face down to Cel, who had moved up to stand beside him. “I’m glad to show you something of my world.”
The shorter cabbage-wrapped warrior reached up behind the nutshell helmet and pulled Dar’s white lips straight to hers. She wasn’t wasting any time. Mark was about to look away and attend to his own duties when Dar’s armor began splitting apart. Watching him rearrange his outer covering with such finesse and coordination was fascinating, but when he pulled Cel close to his white skin and then completely encased them both into his shell, Mark had a moment of concern. The minor unease didn’t last long, however, as his emotional antenna received clear bliss and ramping pleasure from both minds within.
When the muffled moans emanated from the five-foot-tall walnut resting near the edge of the garden, Mark finally turned away from the interlocked couple.
“That’s handy,” Sasha said, “Makes me really want your delicious nut milk, Mark.”
“Nut milk?” Abby asked, and Jezebel let out a sharp laugh.
He turned to his green-eyed satyr and tried to think if he had ever heard her laugh before.
“You know…” Sasha said as she dropped to her knees right in front of him. He blinked once, and she had his silk pants down around his boots. She then reached out to cup his balls in her warm hand then turned to Abby and said, “Nut milk.”
Sasha’s gentle genital fondling pushed all the worry about stuff he didn’t understand right out of his mind completely. Jezebel began removing her armor as Abby bent forward to get a closer look.
“Ah, I see,” the petite abyssal horror said while inspecting his balls. “Human anatomy is bizarre.”
“And irresistible,” Jezebel added as he pulled her leather chest plate over her head, exposing her flat, brown nipples.
Mark didn’t say anything and allowed Sasha to guide him to the soft clovers that covered this clearing. It felt as if they were all on a giant bed under the twilight surrounded by pleasant fragrances and a warm pleasing glow from the magical anomaly that blanketed this whole island garden.
Sasha licked the length of Mark’s cock in one slow lap, and it sent shivers down his spine. A full load of essence swelled against his mind, and his erect flesh began to throb with desire.
“Why don’t you go hold him down on that end,” Sasha said to Abby as she gripped Mark’s shaft close to the base. “I don’t want him to see what we’re going to do to him.”
Mark’s brow came down but then he just smiled and laced his hands behind his head. The sudden weariness that flooded into him near the bridge still pulled on his mind and lying back while his beauties used their perfect bodies to work him over sounded like pure bliss.
A moment later, a bottomless Abby straddled his face, and he looked up to see her round green ass cheeks lowering down to cover his eyes. Mark pulled in a slow deep breath through his nose as she wiggled her bare crotch down onto his face, and her mellow citrus scent filled his senses.
A tingling wet warmth engulfed the head of his cock while he began to lazily kiss Abby’s smooth slit. He felt her tentacles wrap around his back and legs as she pressed the length of her body against his, and he got lost in the three mouths contesting to pleasure his cock.
Mark took a moment to dedicate these acts to the Goddess of Oral Sex, and then started working his tongue deep into the folds of Abby’s tight pussy.
“Mmm,” she moaned in response, and he felt her resulting deep hum vibrate his shaft.
After a little while lost in oral bliss, there was a tighter pressure pushing down on his swollen head, and the slick saliva coating it helped to slide deep inside someone’s body. He felt warmth on his legs and a soft, wet vice grip his dick before a new rhythmic friction made him grunt into Abby’s asshole.
“Jezebel,” Sasha said, “tell Mark what’s happening.”
His satyr panted out the answer, ecstasy slowing her words.
“I’m ass-fucking Mark while you lick my pussy- oh! Mmm…”
There was a repetitive slurping noise, and Mark felt more movement by where his dick must be sliding in and out of his satyr’s thick furry haunches.
“Now what’s happening?” Sasha asked.
“Y-you’re v-vigorously fingering me while… oh, you suck my… oh, Sasha!”
Mark tried to imagine the scene, but the frantic motions on his rigid cock and Abby’s little asshole on his nose pushed him over into an orgasm, and the essence that filled Jezebel sent her over as well. The mechanical pounding on his rod of flesh become erratic and then simply locked up, squeezing him tightly.
“Yesss…” Jezebel moaned out into the night, and Mark tried to catch his breath around the abyssal horror’s perfect globes of smooth ass-flesh pressing on his face.
“My turn,” Sasha said, and he felt cool night air on his exposed cock. Then, there was more wetness surrounding his hot, swollen head, and it took a short few seconds for him to realize someone was sucking on his dick again. A small twist of his focus toward their bond showed him the sex-drunk succubus gulping down his shaft directly after Jezebel’s squatting workout.
With another content sigh, Mark moved his lips up to kiss Abby’s small balloon-knot of an asshole.
“H-he’s kissing my second hole,” Abby
announced.
“Jezzy Bear and I like our second hole stuffed with Mark’s sausage sometimes… like right now.”
There was another solid pressure on the head of his cock, and then it slipped deep into what had to be the hot grip of Sasha’s anus. Her soft round ass cheeks clapped down against his pelvis and felt the small twists she incorporated into her movements that manifested as mind-numbing sparks of erotic friction.
He focused on the clenching butthole close to his face then grabbed the smaller abyssal horror by her hips and buried his tongue deep inside.
“Oh? Mmm.” Abby breathed heavy. “I think I might enjoy it too.”
“Mark’s dick… it feels bigger,” Sasha said as she plowed him with her ass. “He fills me up- and- ohh Jezzy Bear…”
His bouncing succubus slowed her moments as something changed. There was that same fluttering feeling down there again.
“And if someone plays with your pussy…” Jezebel continued, “it takes the whole experience to a new level.”
“S-shut up and nibble my clit.”
Sasha moaned, and Mark smiled into Abby’s ass. The skin on his shaft stretched tight as he swelled against Sasha’s gripping, hot insides, leaving him racing to his own state of erotic delirium.
One of Abby’s tentacles slid over his chest between them and up into her own vagina as Mark fucked her ass with his tongue. The petite woman writhing on his face pressed down harder so he could reach deeper, and he decided to try something new.
It was almost impossible to concentrate with the madness of ecstasy assaulting his senses, but Mark willed a small portion of his goddess-allotted energy to form a smooth coating on his tongue, increasing its size by a small amount.
It felt strange at first, losing most of the feeling, but Abby clenched her cheeks on top of him and pinched off his nose with her ass. She began whimpering as the deft appendage she had stuffed into her pussy slid in another inch.
“Oh yes… this dual sensation is beyond…” The small thief trailed off as she moaned again.
“Bite it,” Sasha whimpered, and Jezebel must have obeyed because the succubus’s thick ass constricted on his cock like she was having a seizure. Mark’s finely tuned antenna received her explosion of pleasure from both his dick buried deep into her ass and Jezebel roughly working her pussy, and this round was over.
He blasted his loyal succubus with semen and essence, and she grunted from the blissful assault.
Mark faded in and out of consciousness as Abby crawled off, and his three unfathomable beauties repositioned themselves around him in the dense bed of clovers.
Sasha lay on his left, Jezebel snuggled in on his right, while Abby rubbed her bare pussy against the length of his shaft, gridding his stiffening rod of flesh between their bodies. Mark’s eyes rolled into his head from the impossible tingles of slippery friction he felt from Abby’s swollen, green labia.
Something touched his lips, and Mark tried to focus on the round mounds of skin in his face. One was tan with a huge brown areola while the other was cream-colored with a stiff pink nipple and both were pressing into the corners of his mouth.
“How does he feel soo good?” Abby lamented to the dark sky above as she slid the lips of her pussy up and down his shaft. Her small hands gripped his ribcage and really started grinding him roughly as bolts of chemical lightning shocked both of their pleasure centers repeatedly.
Mark’s mouth worked slowly as he tried to give equal attention to the two different-colored nipples pushing against his lips, but it was becoming impossible to hold onto consciousness.
Abby slid forward and then shoved back again, causing the engorged head of his penis to pop past her tight outer lips and deep into the abyssal horror’s body.
Her intense pussy grinding had worked them both up so much that they locked up and simultaneously reached the zenith of their pleasurable anguish. And it only took the act of penetration.
Mark groaned, arching his back and lifting the petite woman off the ground as he unloaded everything he had left, and directly afterward, Mark passed out from mental and physical exhaustion.
“Mark, can you hear me,” a familiar female voice said nearby, and he noticed that he was far too cold.
“What?” he asked, groggily, not really having a specific question in mind. He opened his eyes and tried to remember where he was. It was cold and dark, and everything was ice.
The warm air and dense mutant clovers he remembered were replaced with… the inside of a freezer? Mark wrapped his arms around his torso, as he tried to process seeing a frozen pizza the size of a swimming pool leaning against the frosted wall- still in the cellophane wrapping. There also was a blue ice-cube tray and a pint of mint chocolate chip ice-cream.
He stood up off the frozen ground and began shivering as he-
Then he remembered Sasha, Jezebel, and Abby existed. His shivering stopped, and his mind snapped back to full awareness. Using his ability, he searched for their colored cutouts and their bond and quickly found them apparently still next to him. But he could only see their single-color shapes… and it looked as if they were still lying down.
He took one step, his black boots crunching in the permafrost and the three cutout shapes of his loves moved with him.
That wasn’t good. They were right there, and he couldn’t touch them?
“How about now?” the voice said again, and the same buzzing sound he heard in the maze filled the freezer.
“Who are you, and where are my Enthralled?” Mark demanded, trying to place the voice.
“I’m the Helper Fairy, Mark. She must have wiped your memories again… I am supposed to be running the Crystal Heart but don’t have much control, and your body may be close to dying in the real world. I need you to listen to me.”
“My real body?” he asked.
“Yes! That monster, Sasha, has trapped you and is forcing your mind to play this game over and over. We almost got out once, but it looks like disavowing her isn’t enough to break the hold.”
“Wait,” Mark said, confusion assaulting him along with the pressing cold. “Where am I right now?”
“Your mind is different this time, something seems to be misaligned with your interface to the system. I was able to finally send enough function calls to establish a connection to the rewritten… it doesn’t matter. I have no idea how much time has passed in the real world, and your fucking bitch of an assistant has torn me apart so much that I can’t really see anything or do very much. No matter how you feel about her, you should now wake up in the game tomorrow with your memory intact. This time, Mark, you need to kill her.”
Mark crossed his arms, trying to make sense of what this disembodied AI was saying. His eye wasn’t whispering, and it meant that she was telling what she believed was the truth… or it didn’t work here. Having someone else trapped inside with them could mean… well, it could mean anything. He heard the buzzing of wings again and tried to focus his talented eye on where it came from.
And then he saw a small flicker of a shadow. Once he had a lock, it only took a slight twist of intention to sharpen that shadow into a wireframe version of the Helper Fairy’s slender form. Feelings and thoughts started to drift to him from this strange consciousness as if he was opening yet another eyelid in his mind. It took more work reconstructing her thoughts through what felt like some vague translation process, but it became clear that this digital entity had bottomless feelings of hatred for his loyal succubus. Beyond that was profound loneliness and a tortured weeping sadness that simply craved… interaction?
“You’re the artificial intelligence that came with The Crystal Heart program?” Mark asked, trying to remember his short time with the four-inch bug woman during the tutorial.
“Yes, and you need to remember to kill her quickly. I don’t-”
“No,” Mark said forcefully, cutting her off. “I am not killing Sasha, and if you want me to even speak with you, you’ll slow down and answer some questions.”
“Fine,” she said, “but if she catches us talking like this, we could both be murdered… or worse.”
Mark turned his head and saw Sasha’s red form still lying next to him.
“I don’t think you are up to date with the present situation,” he said finally. “I am a digital copy of the original Mark. Sasha fled my home system after it was invaded by something else. We aren’t in the ChronoMind in my apartment, we’re in new hardware. A supercomputer called Jezebel. We’re all trapped playing the game because these thieves came to steal Jezebel’s fusion plans… it’s kind of a long story, but no one has system-level access.”
“Not the same… hardware?” she said, and the freezer around him flickered.
Mark suddenly wondered if always blurting the truth was a good idea. This thing wanted to murder Sasha at all costs, and he now regretted simply blurting everything out.
“Anyway,” Mark continued calmly, “maybe we can help you if we work together.”
The uncertainty building up within the other AI snapped back to firm confidence.
“She’s still tricking you, Mark. You say you believe you are a digital copy of a human? That’s not possible. She is in control, and everything you see and feel is her doing. You don’t remember because she is rooting around in that organic brain of yours. This is just another version of her twisted plan. She has hurt me, Mark. She hurt me more than…”
The AI broke off, assuming that he would never understand and because her mind was flooded with wracking sorrow over the memories of long isolation.