by Prax Venter
Mark looked over his shoulder at Loa walking behind him, both of her right arms pressed to her chest, and her mouth hung open. This was apparently a mind-blow for other “outsiders” as well.
They wove in and around the topiary maze and passed a few burly guards before they ended up back in the chieftain’s chamber with the Awysai leader himself standing in the middle. He couldn’t help but flick his eyes over to the glass case to confirm that the two glowing shards were still there.
“I greet you, Mark. Your Enthralled. And this newcomer. A unique Skeema?”
“I greet you, Chieftain,” Mark said, bowing his head slightly. “The woman behind me is Loa. If it weren’t for her, I would not be able to hand you this…”
Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of gold coins, then placed the pile into the salamander’s large hands. The blue-eyed Awysai looked down, his wide mouth open, and his stoic manner slipping. He held the gold up for Amina to see and grunted to his daughter in disbelief. Mark heard her make a noise like a low growl from behind him.
“Chieftain,” he said, and the Awysai leader’s attention snapped back to Mark. “I gave Loa 3 gold. You are holding 23, and we received a total of 26 for your six vials. 1 gold per vial in Reoc’s Hold, and 5 gold per vial in Thomellia. Also-” He paused to look back and extend his hand to the four-armed woman. Loa moved forward and took it. He led her forward a step ahead of him, and toward the confused chieftain.
“I gift you a new traveling merchant. I trust her beyond a doubt, and by the look on your face, she will do a much better job.”
The Awysai blinked and then his eyes narrowed before letting out a series of tight gurgling noises that could only be considered laughter.
“I am pleased, Mark. By the Goddess…” he said, then turned to Loa holding the pile of coins still cupped in his thick fingers. “You would do this job? Bring this much of gold again and again?”
“I will,” Loa said. She was nervous but confident. She wanted this.
“And you agree with 3 gold coins for you and 23 for the Awysai?” the chieftain asked, tilting his broad head.
“I do,” she said quickly, and Mark knew she thought it was insane to be making that much compared to the rest of her life. He wondered how the current merchant would handle losing his source of income.
“I greet you as our new partner, Loa,” the chieftain said, nodding once. He walked over to a basket and dumped the pile of coins inside. Then he moved to the case with the Crystal Heart shards. To Mark’s astonishment, he saw the chieftain summon an intricate glowing key in the same way the others formed weapons or armor.
This ability would be his.
The chieftain scooped up the glowing shards and walked them over to Mark.
“You have done well,” he said and placed them in his palm.
The moment Mark touched the shards, two things happened; a flood of essence assaulted Mark from every direction, filling him about halfway in an instant from finishing the quest, and the glowing crystals turned into bright points of light before entering his body, pushing his reserves past bursting with erotic energy.
“Unhg,” Mark grunted, his eyes rolling into his head, and struggled to stay on his feet.
“I am astonished!” the chieftain said, his blue eyes wide. “It truly is your destiny to gather these shards.”
Mark took a deep breath and looked around the room. Everyone but Jezebel held an expression of utter shock. The research AI knew he’d get a load of essence from collecting the shards- she’d obviously programmed them to react this way.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m the chosen one alright. Now, about that audience with your Goddess?”
The chieftain nodded. “I judge your gift to be more than I had hoped for. Yes, of course. You will be taken to the reflecting pool when you are ready. Amina will guide you in communing with our Goddess. You understand that this action has a low chance of success?”
“I understand,” Mark lied. He turned to face the female salamander warrior. “Can we do it now?”
“Mark…” she gasped as if she just remembered she was supposed to be breathing. “I will take you now, yes.”
“I wish you the best of luck in your Quest,” the chieftain said. “And in your attempt to earn our Goddess’ favor. I truly do. I will also provide accommodation for Loa and your Enthralled for the evening.”
“Actually,” Loa spoke up, and everyone in the room turned to face the ex-street performer. “I’d like to get started right away and Recall back to Thomellia for the evening.”
“I approve,” the chieftain said, nodding his head. “I personally will show you where to pick up trade goods now if you wish.”
“Thank you so much, Mark,” Loa said, wrapping him in her many arms again.
She broke the long embrace and went to hug Sasha and Jezebel too. It had been an eventful two days. They finished saying goodbye and promised to meet again sometime, then she was led off by the chieftain. Both Sasha and Jezebel gave Mark a quick kiss for luck before they were also led to their lodging for the evening by one of the Goddess attendants. That left him alone with Amina.
After he followed her round, swaying ass through more lush bushes, Mark stepped into an area of the building near the curved dome’s wall. Before him were gallons of knee-high water resting in a carved-out slab of the same glossy, black obelisk material as the Goddess anchors he’d seen before, but this was hundreds of times larger than those magic devices. The water looked strange… as if it were too thick. The place smelled faintly like maple syrup and sex.
“What is that?” Mark asked.
“Eternal Echo,” Amina said in her tranquil tone.
“Holy shit…” Mark’s mouth hung open. It must have been a million-gold worth. Was he supposed to drink his fill and have a wild trip? He noticed a few clay jugs near the entrance but turned to the jet-black salamander for guidance. Her eyes were half closed, her long lashes and angular head made her appear like a beautifully smooth half-dragon.
“I instruct you to remove your clothes before we enter the pool of infinite reflection.”
- 13 -
The jet-black Awysai warrior with perky blue nipples quietly watched Mark remove his boots, his shirt and then finally his pants. He stood naked before Amina, mentally trying to calm his slowly swelling erection. He was sitting on a completely full reservoir of essence, and this thickly toned, and deliciously curvy creature focused her glowing eyes right on his crotch.
Even if having sex with the chieftain’s daughter was a foregone conclusion, assuming was always a bad idea. Until it was clear, he’d try to act civilized.
“Good. Come,” Amina said, leading him into the pool of Eternal Echo, a potent hallucinogenic and sex-enhancing drug. No big deal.
It felt like dense water, and he didn’t lose his mind the moment he stepped in- as he imagined he would. The dragon-woman walked him to the center of the warm liquid, then faced him.
She couldn’t take her glowing blue eyes off his dick.
“I may touch it?” she asked, never looking up.
“Sure,” he said, letting a large portion of his sexual tensions drop out of his shoulders.
Mark watched as she slowly wrapped her smooth hand around his shaft and let his cock swell in her three strong fingers.
“I may smell it?”
“Uh, sure.”
She got down on her knees in the pool, her tail submerging into the liquid. With an open palm, she pressed the head of his penis against the side of her snout. She then breathed in his scent, from balls to tip, sliding her face slowly to savor every inch.
Amina turned her glowing eyes up to his. “Mmm, this is good. I may taste it?”
“Please do,” Mark said, getting ready for the ride of his life. He had no idea if this was part of the whole process around communing with their goddess, but the answer was moot by this point. He sure as hell wasn’t going to stop her.
Amina opened her toothless mouth, and a
thick pink tongue came out. It was more than three times as wide as a human tongue and noticeably smoother. She used this tongue to slowly taste the whole length of his shaft.
Mark shuddered from the raw, electric pleasure shooting into his brain. She pulled away and looked up at him again through those long lashes.
“I may bring you to an orgasm with my mouth?”
As she spoke the words, the blue markings carved into the black stone of their giant bathtub began to glow. They were indeed summoning a Goddess.
Mark looked down on the kneeling Awysai warrior and said, “I’ll allow it.”
With a small courteous nod, Amina tilted her sleek head and pressed her muzzle down his cock all the way into his abdomen. It felt like he had been punched in the gut with ecstasy. Her wet, rubbery mouth easily engulfed all of him in tingling warmth and her impossibly skilled tongue was everywhere at once. She began to bob her head, her beautiful eyes closed as the jet-black salamander bent her every thought on pleasuring him.
Time seemed to stutter a bit with an odd, melting sensation, and it felt as if this thick beast-woman was starting a wet fire on the rod of infinite flesh expanding out from the center of his being.
“Oh shit,” Mark mumbled, knowing the Eternal Echo drug was kicking in hard. His ability to stand faltered under her onslaught and he fell back onto his ass. Amina followed him down, her thick neck muscles pushing her smooth head in and out of the clear, syrupy liquid as she pummeled him with pleasure so intense Mark began to forget what it was to know sanity.
All his muscles locked up, and he was forced to push his pelvis up to meet Amina’s hungry, all-consuming mouth of cosmic ecstasy. A river of smoky electricity coursed through his veins with every pump of her head and flashes of blue stars like ever-expanding fireworks overwrote parts of reality.
When he could take no more, everything condensed into a pinpoint centered on the head of his cock and time slowed to a complete standstill- but only for a moment. Then a level of pleasure his mind surely wasn’t ever intended to process burst outward from him, and his limitless, unknowable orgasm created an entirely new universe.
He watched from within a void, as existence itself spread out and filled with trillions of galaxies. It was quiet and peaceful.
“Mark,” a voice whispered slowly, bouncing from ear to ear like they were rapidly spinning around him. He turned and was suddenly standing on the hill where he had woken up looking into Jezebel’s eyes. A ghostly human woman stood a few yards away, and Mark wondered if she was who he had come to see.
“Yes,” she said, inspecting her surroundings. “I am Goddess to the Awysai. I take their form during our encounters as I have no physical form of my own.”
Mark felt like he had a heart the size of the moon, and it was beating now like the pistons of a combustion engine. She was talking to him. He had a real shot at this, but his mind had parts that were much larger than they ought to be, and rational thought seemed to need time before condensing correctly. The glowing entity moved close to his face in an instant, and her ethereal yet defined pupils looked deep into his.
“Your mind is not the same as the Awysai, and indeed, you appear to originate from a dimension far removed from theirs.”
“Yes,” he said, struggling to form words. “I’m here to ask you for the gifts you’ve given to the Awysai. The ability to summon weapons.”
The painfully attractive glowing woman padded away from Mark. She was short with sharply defined muscles. She was built like a superhero gymnast.
“You already have a few surprisingly powerful gifts, Collector.”
It still wasn’t a no. Mark looked hard at the Goddess facing away from him. He did have gifts, and he was going to bring his magic eye to bear on this alluring entity.
“Mmm, a strong one,” she whispered in his ear somehow from where she stood. “You’d take advantage of me, Lover? Will you let me see your true dimension before you flay me bare by your Truesight?”
All of reality shifted to luscious lips, blissful moans, and deft tongues before snapping back to the grassy hill.
Show her his true dimension? Mark looked down at the green grass poking through his toes. Did she mean… from before? His thoughts turned to riding home from work in the transport pod, anxious to get into his new rig.
“Strange are your memories. Aged. Broken. Fused.”
Mark looked up at the goddess. They were now standing in his apartment, and she had taken on the appearance of a human with tight, pink skin. He watched as her hand caressed the surface of the ChronoMind immersion bed purchased with his settlement money. The bed was thankfully empty. If he’d seen himself, lying in the pod…
“Yeah, um. I’ve been through a lot,” he said, the words still clinging to the inside of his mouth.
Had he woken up and was now hallucinating? Was he going insane?
Mark rubbed his hands together and was instantly relieved he still had a sense of touch. As his eyes moved to the impossibly perfect woman peeking into his bedroom, he reevaluated whether her being there proved or disproved his sanity.
“You are an odd being,” she said finally. “A large portion of your transition from this dreary existence of banality to the luminous pattern of potential which you’ve become has been irreparably removed. Your existence… your mystery interests me, Mark. I agree to make the same trade offered to Awysai corporeals. Energy for affinity. The rest is up to you.”
She walked barefoot across the beige carpet to his bedroom and hopped her tight little ass onto his bed. He followed her, and although he had slept here only a few days ago, it felt like he hadn’t seen this place in a long time. It no longer felt like home.
Mark approached the taut-skinned Goddess sitting on his bed and almost made the mistake of sitting on the bed with her. Every time Mark had seen the Awysai interact with this entity, they were pleasuring her, and always orally. It was how he got here in the first place. If she wanted more than that, he could move on to other physical activities, but showing some gentle attention to her crotch seemed like a great opening move.
He got down on his knees, and the tight-bodied goddess spread her legs, lying back with a small smile on her angelic face.
Mark began slowly by rubbing a hand on her thigh- and it passed through her leg like she was a hologram, his hand coming to rest on his bed below.
The floor felt like it dropped right out from under him. His experience in the Echo Nest played out along with the feel of his wooden club whiffing right through the creatures they fought there. Was he unable to touch this ethereal deity?
“You are quickly becoming less interesting,” she said and popped back up on one elbow.
Panic took hold briefly, but Mark violently shook it off. He channeled all his will through the ability she called Truesight and leaned hard into his magic eye. Mark willed reality to reveal the answer.
“Oh, you seek to penetrate me even deeper?” she said, her voice whispered from everywhere and bouncing from ear to ear.
Mark noticed that her outer labia faintly pulsed a light blue, and it was as if someone were slowly oscillating a dimmer switch. The slow waves of blue energy were similar to how it felt in the tomb fighting the- That was it. He turned his eyes to hers with a devilish smile growing on his lips. There was no doubt in his mind he could affect her with his Heal ability. But not with a hard blast as he’d been doing. He needed this to last several minutes, if not more.
Turning inward, Mark took hold of his healing ability in a firm mental grasp, and with monumental concentration, he squeezed only a tiny amount of his power out through his tongue. He lowered his face downward, and with a tentative lap, Mark tasted the extra-dimensional goddess’s pussy. She moaned faintly, and his confidence soared.
The Awysai deity spread her legs wide for him, her wrinkled, pink pussy throbbing with a very specific frequency. With no more hesitation, Mark projected his Heal forward and willed erotic intensity to pour from his tongue like honey. He slid it up and
down her outer lips and inner thighs, slowly coating her heavenly body with his magic saliva.
Mark watched as her hidden clitoris swelled, omitting its own bright-blue radiance. After she started to breathe heavier, he began to lap at her swelling bundle of nerves sporadically as he lapped all around her soft mound.
He had kept his Heal going for much longer than he had ever before, and it felt like he still had full power. With an attempt at fine control, Mark loosened his grasp on the pool of power and tried letting more energy pour out.
“Gooood…” the sex-goddess lying on his bed moaned, and Mark grinned into her crotch.
He lapped between her folds and found her tingling coppery taste irresistible. Flattening his tongue wide and exposing as many magic-infused taste buds to her pussy as possible, Mark lapped her whole crotch, from her asshole to the top of her clit, over and over. Every now and then, he would pause and give her shy, fleshy nub a good sucking before starting again.
“Ommm,” she grunted as she spread her tightly muscled legs farther and farther. She really was built like a gymnast.
Still not running out of Healing energy, Mark stopped holding back and let it flow out naturally as he began to pay close attention to her hot, delicious hole. He used his tongue to spread her lips apart as he passionately kissed the opening to her vagina.
“Mark…” The goddess moaned his name as she clenched her toned stomach muscles and her opening constricted with hunger. She yearned for his tongue inside of her.
Finally realizing that he had access to infinite Healing on whatever plane of existence this was, Mark pushed more and more power into her engorged genitals, and the deity’s moans became trapped in her throat.
Mark slid his tongue deep into the supple-skinned beauty and focused on nothing but modulating his stream of Healing energy to match the waves of her pulsing patterns. It took some finesse, but Mark eventually locked his aura to hers.
Sparks of light burst from her skin as she spasmed under his magic, dancing tongue and unwavering attention. He continued to turn the knob past the perceived max on his healing ability, intending to push this oral sex deity beyond anything she knew or would ever know.