by Prax Venter
“Jezebel,” he began softly, “I know this isn’t how you wanted things to go, and believe me, it’s not what I was expecting either. But I am looking forward to discovering this world with you, together.”
She pressed her large, flat lips tight and nodded. Then her eyes opened wide as he took hold of her pink t-shirt at the bottom.
“And I am really looking forward to exploring what’s under here,” he added, lifting her top up over her head.
The faun-like satyr daintily stomped one of her hooves as Mark exposed her full, round breasts and huge, saucer-sized areolas. She wore nothing else, and he noted the pleasantly tight form her magnificent tits held despite the pull of gravity. Her smooth caramel skin was lightly dusted with freckles and continued until a bit below her belly button until sleek, brown fur took over.
Mark had never been this confident with women, especially ones he’d just met, but he discarded all his misgivings and gave in to what this world was made for.
There was a little snag as her shirt got caught in her tightly curled horns, and she had to help him out. When it was off, she blew a strand of hair out of her face with a quick upward blast from her puffed-out cheeks. Her large emerald eyes focused on Sasha sitting on some pillows behind him, and Mark felt Jezebel mentally reclaim some of her own confidence.
She reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around his stiffening shaft. Mark focused on opening those floodgates and encouraged its growth, eager to show her how much he was looking forward to this, and the tan-skinned satyr had to loosen her grip as he swelled tight against her warm palm. Jezebel’s emerald eyes locked on his.
“Come over here, by the pillows,” she said, leading him with her hand on his dick. “I have some exploring to do as well.”
Mark let himself be pulled forward by her gentle touch and found himself standing right in front of Sasha. Then, Jezebel lowered herself down onto her knees and began to kiss the swollen head of his penis.
Sasha looked surprised at first, her darker eyebrows arching as she watched the satyr’s full lips plant kiss after wet kiss. Then she sat forward, a smile growing on her lips. If Jezebel wanted to put on a blowjob show, the succubus was all in.
Wordlessly, the green-eyed beast-woman pulled him into her mouth while reaching out to take his hands. Then, bending her elbows, she placed his fingers on her horns.
Mark smiled. She wanted him to grab on. A shuddering breath escaped his lungs as she slowly plunged forward until her small nose pressed into his abdomen.
Mark had never experienced anyone willing to go this far on him before… and yet here was this very talented, devastating cute creature totally engulfing his entire penis with her mouth. Jezebel pulled back and gripped the base of his shaft, the air feeling cool on his slick, throbbing head. She gave it a single lick and then slid forward again.
Mark just sighed and focused solely on the attention Jezebel gave his dick. Before too long, he realized he was still clenching onto her horns. Looking down on the gorgeous woman slurping on his stiff erection, he did see that a large part of her many swirling desires wanted him to take some control and steer her movements a little.
Gently, Mark tested this and begin to exert a subtle counter-pressure to her motions. When she realized this, Jezebel slowed her movements, giving in to his direction.
He pushed her back, so his bulbous head was half out of her lips and held her there. She looked up at him and rubbed the underside with her tongue, driving him wild. Mark forced her mouth to make small back-and-forth movements, so his tip never pushed deeper than her tongue, and she lapped him greedily.
After a bit of this, Mark felt the urge to bury his shaft deep into her mouth again and pulled her forward. He did so slowly, and Jezebel moaned with pleasure the whole way down.
Mark noticed Sasha push up onto her knees and crawl behind the furry-legged satyr. Jezebel was so lost in the pure bliss of his cock in her mouth that she didn’t even know the succubus had snuck up until it was too late.
Sasha pressed against Jezebel from behind, one hand moving straight between the satyr’s legs, and the other reaching for one of her dark-brown nipples.
“You’re dripping all over the floor,” Sasha purred into Jezebel’s ear.
Mark saw the flutter of new and unknown desire spark in the satyr’s wide, emerald eyes. Jezebel had felt like she was in control, despite his hands directing her movements. This amazing blowjob was something she had planned, a performance she’d thought about a lot, but when the aroused succubus couldn’t resist rubbing her fingers through Jezebel’s sopping wet lips while Mark’s dick was in her throat…
Well, that was something new.
Mark gripped her horns tightly, pulled her mouth up the length of his shaft, and held her there. He flashed Sasha an approving smile and a nod, encouraging her to do her thing. The blonde succubus flashed him a fanged grin in return and went to work on the muffled, moaning beast-woman kneeling between them.
This was beyond Mark’s wildest dreams, but here he was.
Jezebel’s eyes rolled into her head as her nostrils flared out, sucking in air. Sasha was rubbing at the satyr’s thick folds with one hand, while the other pinched and rolled one of her nipples.
Jezebel positively craved his cock in her throat, and her frantic, pleasure-soaked moans were like nothing he had ever experienced. Sasha locked eyes with Mark as the succubus plunged two fingers into Jezebel, and it was over for her.
The blast of erotic bliss he felt from the doe-legged satyr’s orgasm triggered Mark’s, and he began pumping cum and essence into Jezebel’s hungry mouth. She was just recovering from one orgasm when she was assaulted by a torrent of erotic essence and power. She screamed on his dick while Sasha moved to pinch the satyr’s clit.
It was too much for Jezebel, and she pulled Mark’s cock out of her mouth as she fell to the floor, twitching.
“Ooom, Sasha… The essence. It’s too much!” Jezebel mumbled as she tried to catch her breath with a fist covering her sensitive crotch.
“I want another go!” Sasha said, turning her smiling blue eyes up into Mark’s.
Now that the line had been crossed, Mark, Jezebel, and Sasha could think of nothing better to do than wearing themselves raw on each other’s genitals.
Entirely spent, both beast-women lay draped across Mark as they spread out on the pillows. Mark watched as the woodsmoke rose out of their personal hut into the night wondering if this 24-hour software trial would end and he would wake up in his apartment. After everything that had happened today- all the madness, pain, and pleasure he’d tasted… he felt alive.
He did not want it to end.
- 7 -
Mark rose to consciousness with the distant cry of a strange, alien bird. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Sasha’s warm flesh pressed against his arm, and he felt Jezebel’s soft, furry haunch draped over his leg.
A smile broke on his face. He was still here.
Mark opened his one good eye and looked around the mud and stick hut. Pale light washed in from the hole in the domed ceiling and spilled over the slack, restful faces of two AIs wearing impossibly alluring monster-women bodies.
The blind eye was still a bit annoying, but he was beginning to find it came with some serious advantages. He moved the tips of his fingers along their legs, grateful again for the use of his hands. Jezebel’s skin was soft, sleek fur, and Sasha’s was smooth, hard metal. He wondered if she felt anything through her solid skin.
The snoozing succubus stirred, and Mark took a moment to study her face. Her short, blonde hair was cropped tight as if she had done it herself in a mirror. Her face was so beautiful that she could be bald, and it wouldn’t matter. He followed a dark, angular eyebrow to the scar just above her horn that served as a reminder that his AI assistant had lived a whole chunk of her life without him.
Jezebel let out a light snore, and he cast his attention over to the strawberry-blonde satyr. He knew almost nothing about her. A deep sig
h escaped his lips when he remembered what she did for him last night. Mark resolved to get to know her better. There was a lot he didn’t know about either of them… and even himself. Why did he agree to erase his own memories? She mentioned something about fusion plans, but that didn’t explain the need for a memory wipe. Was there something his other-self did that he wished he didn’t remember?
Sasha scattered his inward thoughts when she sat up abruptly, her heavy breasts swinging to rest on her ribcage. She reached her arms up into the air to stretch, and Mark sighed, awestruck by her toned, voluptuous beauty. Her wings unfurled and the morning sun made the inner membrane glow a deep, lusty color of red.
She smacked her lips a few times and turned her blue eyes down on his.
“I haven’t slept with a physical body in so long,” she said. “I’ve missed this.”
Jezebel pushed her face off the pillows and licked the drool from the corner of her full, wide lips.
“Mmm… It’s wonderful.”
Mark put his hands behind his head as he watched the two sex-demons rouse from a peaceful sleep, thinking about artificial-intelligence entities experiencing biological needs. According to Jezebel, he himself was now-
Mark sat bolt upright. “Guys…” he began. “I’m not hungry. Or thirsty. It must be over 20 hours… and that sweaty marathon last night-”
Jezebel put a hand on his thigh. “Mark, I turned hunger and hydration requirements off.”
“You… We don’t need to eat?” He tried to process what she was saying.
The emerald-eyed satyr nodded. “We can if we want,” she said before a cute smirk broke across her face. “Actually, I made it so we can consume as much as we want, with no consequences.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have…” Sasha said, a devilish half-smile exposing one of her fangs. “I hope we can find a pan of brownies soon.”
“Well shit,” Mark said, trying to feel hungry. “I guess that makes things easier.”
Jezebel’s cheeks flushed only slightly before she added, “I did it for a few reasons. We could have a more carefree adventure, and it will help your psychology adjust to being non-biological.”
Mark nodded. Now that he was getting comfortable with this bizarre world and his fucked-up situation, it was time to get more answers. But they had a long journey ahead of them with plenty of time to fill in some of the blanks. They had a mission to complete and he was eager to get to it.
Mark stood and helped both of his Enthralled to their hooves. Their stunning bodies and distracting faces still drove him toward spending the day nuzzled in their flesh, but the lack of stored essence made them possible to resist. For now.
They got dressed and approached the massive dome where the Awysai chieftain lived and were met at the entrance by Amina. There were so many of the blue-patterned salamanders around that he was surprised at how sure he was that this sleek warrior was her.
“I greet you, Mark,” she said, hoisting out a leather belt with six small vials tucked into loops. “I hand you product to sell and report average prices.”
Mark nodded to her and took the belt. He found that he was already wearing a belt and stood dumbly for a moment before Jezebel held out her hand.
“Allow me?”
He smiled and handed the satyr the belt. The accessory served to hold down her hot pink t-shirt as she pulled it around her wide hips and fastened the buckle.
“I wish you safe travels,” Amina said. Her pure blue eyes lingered on Mark for a moment, and then she turned and walked away, her round alluring rump pulling his eye as her thick tail swished behind. She was interested in him. A smile spread on his lips as he faced Sasha and Jezebel.
“Well, that’s that. Ready to head northeast to these fallen tree people?”
Sasha put her hand on her hip. “You’re lucky I’ve had so much practice routing you to destinations, Mark. Walk ten feet, turn right, then stay straight. Estimated time of arrival at Reoc’s Hold, 69 minutes and 42 seconds.”
The succubus winked at him and turned toward where he assumed was the northeast.
“You know exactly where this place is?” Mark asked, following her. She didn’t seem to be lying.
“No,” Sasha said over her shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you.”
He shook his head and smiled. He looked over to Jezebel who had a grin on her face too. Apparently estimating wasn’t lying. Mark followed the swaying hips of the spade-tailed succubus for a few minutes, and he took the time to breathe in the brisk morning mists of the lush forest surrounding them. With a good stretch of worn dirt path behind them, he finally remembered he had wanted to learn more about the Awysai people.
“Hey, Jez,” he began. “Did you pick up any gift ideas for those ninja salamanders?”
She moved in closer to Mark as they walked.
“Not really, no. But I did learn a lot about their religion and culture. Their development has been stimulated by the surrounding environment, resulting in an evolutionary iteration pattern containing rich layers literally echoing through the entirety of their soc-”
“Wait.” Mark put his hand up. “That is too much too fast.” He could tell the satyr was excited to share what she learned.
“Okay.” She took a breath. “The short version: Thousands of years ago, the Awysai were so technologically advanced that they almost figured out how to ascend to another plane of existence. Instead, there was a massive accident that trapped a huge portion of their race between two dimensions. Those ‘old one echoes’ we fought are only respawning projections of these trapped souls.”
“Wow,” Mark said.
Jezebel nodded. “It gets crazier. The trapped Awysai scientists got the attention of a… powerful being, which the living descendants have come to worship as a god. This being can be partially drawn into this dimension with the right fields of magic created in the right places of dimensional weakness. This is how they summon their Goddess Echo. She apparently gives the entire race the ability to summon weapons and armor into this physical plane as part of their relationship.”
Sasha looked over her shoulder and said, “Let me guess, she wants to be eaten out for all eternity in trade for her blessings.”
Jezebel raised her reddish eyebrows. She seemed surprised that the succubus was not only paying attention but had inferred correctly.
“That’s actually pretty close,” Jezebel said. “This goddess entity draws power from the act of oral sex and trades back excess energy. Apparently, the Awysai have been so profoundly devoted over the years, she now can solidify and transfer a permanent form of her power through those dimensional rips I mentioned earlier. They call them Echo Nests. Amina was planning to- um, pleasure this extra-dimensional being to harvest those pearls, but the magic stone holding a rift open to this dimension was knocked over by that thief when they ran off with the shard.”
Her lesson ended, and Mark tried to absorb everything she said. He looked over at the emerald-eyed satyr.
“How do you know all this?”
“One of the females pleasuring the Goddess seemed really happy to answer all my queries last night. She also let me see some of their historical tomes. I’m a fast reader.”
They walked for a bit longer, and Mark thought about what Jezebel said. No gift ideas were forthcoming, but he did learn that it was this interdimensional, oral sex goddess that provided them the weapon-summoning power. If he could convince her somehow… He looked down at the shitty piece of wood and felt embarrassed to be walking around with it.
The sun rose above the trees, and the path they were on turned into a narrow hint of a trail winding through the thick woods.
“Hmm, maybe we should have stayed closer to the lake,” Sasha said, leading them around a thorny patch of nasty-looking vegetation.
“You sure this is northeast?” Jezebel asked, looking behind her.
“Yes,” the succubus said firmly. “It-”
But that was all Sasha got out before she was violently knocked
off her hooves and tackled to the ground by a blur of reflective glass.
Mark blinked dumbly for one second as what had to be a lion made of clear crystal mauled his beautiful succubus. Arcs of Sasha’s lightning attack surrounded them both, but the creature was only stunned for an instant before it resumed its brutal attack.
Mark had his wooden club raised up when Sasha began to scream. His rage at this thing hurting his girl gave tremendous strength to his arms as he brought down his weapon. No red spots jumped out indicating any weakness, so he targeted its back, but when the stick he had picked up off the ground collided with this solid-crystal monster, his wooden club harmlessly broke in two.
Mark only had one heartbeat of soul-crushing terror before a six-foot bear charged into the crystal cat, knocking it off the bloody succubus.
He completely ignored the deep rumbling snarls of the struggling animals as he sank to his knees next to Sasha. Panic set deep into his core, and he cradled her head in his lap. Sasha was mortally wounded from the beast’s crystal claws, and Mark didn’t know what to do.
She looked up into his eyes and said, “I got to have my one real day with-” She coughed up some blood and closed her eyes.
Mark shook his head.
“No.”
He would not let this happen to her. This was a new life. A new person with vibrant feelings, and emotions, and he really enjoyed being near her. He would not let this fucked-up fantasy world take her way. Mark closed his good eye and bent his will into healing his Enthralled succubus.
With his focus honed on the one ability he had, Mark poured his healing power into Sasha’s body. His attention shifted from wound to wound, and he saw everything that was wrong with her physical form. He didn’t have a lot of power to spend, but his unfaltering, laser-like eye focused on what to fix first, and Mark was able to pull Sasha from the downward spiral of complete system shutdown.
She was still critically wounded, but Mark had held back the clutching grasp of death, for the moment.
A moderately potent rush of essence entered his body, and he looked over his shoulder to see a brown, shaggy bear with huge swinging tits lumbering toward them.