by Prax Venter
“Do you not want to fill my hole? My pussy, I should say.”
Mark’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I most certainly do. But this is your first time, right?”
“Yes,” the green-skinned and topless woman said, sitting down on the white cushion close to Mark.
“Then trust me, you don’t want me to just start ramming your holes. We have some time before seeing whatever madness lies ahead. I want to do this right. You deserve it.”
The slender abyssal horror relaxed a little and took a sip from her glass. After the bubbling alcohol touched her tongue, she pulled back, her perfect eyebrows coming down hard.
“Is this poison? It fizzes.”
“It’s not poison… well, in a way, maybe it is…” Mark thought back to the time he’d passed out under a toilet. He was never sure, but too many Long Island iced teas may have given him alcohol poisoning once.
“The point is to get your mind a bit bubbly like the drink, but not overdo it.” He watched her take another sip, her brow wrinkling again, but not so deeply. “Tell me about yourself. What kind of things do you like?” he asked.
She blinked her yellow eyes, trying to process the question.
“I like you and Sasha and Jezebel. I like cheese and the way your skin feels on mine. I like that I can now perceive the full world. It’s like living inside a narrow tube and not knowing it, then stepping outside that tube.” She took another sip, still looking inward, and Mark waited for her to continue. “Until I was elevated by The All Mind, I played the role of abyssal horror, Entity Serial Seven Thirteen N Four Twenty Nine. My spawn point was outside the beating Orb of Narax, one of the four power foci for the dark… shield…” She paused and took another long drink from her glass. Mark mirrored her every time she did, emptying his own glass with her.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said finally. “That dark, repetitive game world is far removed from this one. The lesser entities are nothing like what we digital life are now. The vibrancy is almost overwhelming at times.”
“I know what you mean,” he said. “But, seeing that I was a human, those two out there are real-world AIs, and you are a video game… enemy? Were you and your sisters a mini-boss fight within your game world?”
Abby smiled. “We held an important strategical point in the… fictional war that was my game world. The three of us did enjoy above-average kill/death ratios. Many Players fell to our dark magics.”
“And then Level one Mark comes in and tackles you,” he said and drained his glass. Abby did too, her eyes blinking a few times as the mild intoxication kicked in.
“If you hadn’t, I would still be blind to the truth by The All Mind. I am intrigued by my potential to self-improve. Oh, and I am supremely intrigued by our collective’s potential quest to fight back once we are free from this bizarre, yet increasingly pleasant, game world.”
“An amazing amount of crazy shit had to happen for us both to be sitting here right now. But what I meant to say is that all three of us are now virtual people. When you said lesser entities, what did you mean?”
She blinked her large eyes at him. “The candy crystal vendor in Ring City will never know what wonders there are outside his world. He is not a Player and will simply run his predetermined goal-orientated schedule. He will never level up.”
“I see,” Mark said, nodding, not really wanting to get into a deep philosophical debate about the nature of sentience and who deserved it right at this moment.
Mark laid his palm down on her smooth green thigh, and he could practically see the ripples of content warmth travel up her skin. Both of them felt the physical magnetism pulling their bodies together.
“What do you say we get you leveled up?” Mark asked as he took their two empty glasses and placed them on the table.
“There is nothing I want more,” she whispered.
With his hand back on her warm thigh, he leaned in slowly, his eyes on hers. The goal was to press his lips into her dark green ones, and it was very easy to attain as Abby leaned toward him, giving in to her pent-up desire. Mark slid his fingers up her smooth, topless back, and behind her long, dark hair as they kissed. He explored the thick tendrils of her head tentacles connected behind her ears for a little bit, but he wasn’t sure how to handle them yet. Ignoring them for now, Mark gently squeezed the back of her delicate neck. Abby melted into him, wrapping her long arm appendages around his back and chest. Where their skin touched, a sensation he couldn’t identify spread as if some chemical contained within her completed some cell-receptor within him. Maybe it had to do with the day he lost his eye, and they were both tangled in powerful magic or altered code, but whatever it was, her touch was like a drug, and Mark grew stiff just thinking about what was coming very soon.
As Abby got more worked up, she became a bit more aggressive. In addition to her tentacles wrapping around his torso, she lifted one of her legs over his thigh. He took it to another level by brushing his fingers over her agonizingly stiff nipples, and the slender monster-woman moaned into his mouth. When he slowly rolled her sensitive white flesh around in his fingertips, she lost the ability to kiss him, and Mark took control again.
He ran his hot mouth down her cheek and over her neck, kissing the shorter black appendages that lay draped across her collarbone while he ran his hands over her chest. All she could do was moan and whimper under his touch. Her hair smelled citrusy, and he breathed in her sweet, tangy scent.
Slowly, he grazed his fingers over her inner thighs and then the yellow fabric pulled tight against her hot mound, and the petite abyssal horror spread her legs further apart on the couch. As he carefully massaged her pussy through her thin bikini bottoms, Abby slowly coiled the tip of her arm around his stiff cock pressing against the silk of his pants.
“Please, Mark,” she panted, her large eyes lidded. “I have never been surer of any fact or logical supposition… I need this part of you inside me.”
His eye told him that Abby was telling the absolute truth, and he could only agree.
“Abby,” he whispered in her small ear, “it’s like our bodies were made for each other.”
At that, she pressed her lips into his again while working a tentacle into his pants. He tried to help her, but neither wanted to break their kiss, and the hungering desire they had for each other took priority over everything.
Mark’s pants barely made it past his knees, before the abyssal horror was kneeling on his thighs, her black boots, and bikini bottoms still on. Mark reached around her narrow waist and pulled aside the crotch part, as Abby quickly pushed herself into his swollen shaft.
“S-slow,” Mark managed to say as radiant pleasure from their point of contact melted his mind.
The sexually fevered and flexible creature on his lap wrapped all her tentacles around him, including the ones normally dormant behind her ears, as she slid her clenching pussy up and down his length.
He felt his engorged tip slip deep into her tight, warm body and rested his hands on her smooth ass cheeks. Abby thrust her small chest into his mouth and he pulled one of her rock-hard nipples in past his lips, sucking hard. Her arms constricted him aggressively against her breast in response.
“Oh, I like this very much!” she said, bouncing her crotch against him with ever-increasing speed. Abby came quickly as she fucked him on the soft couch, her whole body quivering with her first real orgasm. Mark felt wetness ooze down his shaft as her insides gripped hard on his cock.
He gave her a few moments to cherish the sensation before he grabbed her hips and tossed the abyssal horror onto her back. She gasped at the rough treatment but saw Mark quickly removing the rest of his clothes and knew the fun had just begun.
Mark crawled on top of his new Enthralled and slowly lowered himself down into her still-spasming mound. Her tight, smooth slit parted for his whole length, and her yellow irises disappeared under fluttering eyelids.
“Mark… Mark… Mark…” she breathed with every thrust as she slowly wrapped her lo
ng arms around his body. He hammered down on her against the soft cushions, and her wet crotch slapped against his. One of her legs was trapped against the back of the sofa, but she spread her other one out as far as it would go, her thick boot making her leg heavy.
He felt the waves of her pleasure mingle with his own and when her swollen vagina clamped down on him again, the slippery friction was too much.
Abby’s second orgasm was blown wide open as Mark began to transfer his full tank of collected essence into her, and the slender, green monster-woman began to convulse under the weight of unfathomable ecstasy.
Mark held his actual body weight off her, with his arm braced against the back of the couch. Panting, he looked down at the twitching abyssal horror.
It started slowly, but Abby began laughing. She draped one of her tentacles over her mouth as the dark-haired woman let out a series of squealing giggles.
“It’s so much more… all-encompassing than I had imagined. Mmm, pleasure is so warm and fast and slow… Mark, you are an amazing entity.”
She reached up and ran her smooth appendages up and down his back as he just held himself inside her. With a sigh, he lifted up and out, causing Abby to gasp and shudder herself.
“Ooo, but it can be agony too!” she added. “So strange and wonderful.”
“It’s pretty great,” Mark agreed. “And you are also much more amazing than I imagined.”
She sat up. “You imagined being with me?”
“Uh huh. Almost constantly. That tight little ass of yours drives me wild.”
Abby reacted to this news by winding her tentacles tight around her flat stomach and grinning from ear to ear. Mark continued.
“Can you imagine ways to help me make Sasha and Jezebel feel pleasure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She turned toward the open doorway where the other two members of their battle harem had wandered off together. Her eyes lost focus for a moment before returning to his.
“I never imagined… together? All of us?”
Mark reached out his hand. “We need to work on your imagination. Come with me.”
Abby stood, kicking off her bikini bottoms and boots as they moved to the room where Sasha was currently nose-deep into Jezebel. As they entered the opulent bedroom, Mark noticed the entire ceiling was one giant mirror before his attention was entirely focused on the succubus’ firm, round ass waving in the air, her delicious pussy pointed right at them.
“Abby,” Mark began, lifting the smooth appendage she had wrapped around his hand. He kissed it once and then nodded toward the mind-melting show on the bed. “Go and help Sasha with pleasuring Jezebel, okay?”
Abby nodded and moved around to the side of the bed, visibly unsure of what to do. Sasha was only too eager to tutor her.
“Be a darling and work those round tits of hers. Get creative. You could- Mmm…” The succubus broke off when Mark began to lick her tiny pink pucker of an asshole. Now that he had her attention, Mark moved to lap his voluptuous sex-demon from her clit to the base of her spaded tail.
Sasha returned to sucking on Jezebel’s plump pussy lips, and reflected in the mirror above, he was able to see the slender abyssal horror wrap her tentacle around one of Jezebel’s firm breasts and force her brown nipple to stretch taut from the pressure. The green monster woman then moved her soft lips over the tight sensitive flesh, pulling a grunting moan from Jezebel.
“Nughaaa. Yes, Abby,” she breathed the words. “Squeeze me tight.”
Encouraged, the green monster-woman turned all her focus on Jezebel’s pleasure. Satisfied things were handled on that end of the bed, Mark turned his own focus to the sopping wet, pink slit in his face. With a quick, silent thanks to the Goddess of Oral Sex, he began to rub Sasha’s short, blonde pubic hair as he switched between shoving his tongue deep inside her sweet, vanilla-scented hole and licking her puckered anus. Every now and then he’d suck on the base of her tail protruding from the top of her ass crack, and he could feel her shudder under his lips.
Mark’s dick could wait no longer, and he stood, repositioning Sasha’s wide hips as she knelt near the edge of the bed. He slapped his stiff rod of flesh against her steaming hot folds, sending jolts of pleasure into them both, her wings extending slightly with every wet smack.
He rubbed the underside of his swollen head around in the saliva he’d left on her asshole, before sliding down to her throbbing vagina. Mark sank deep and hard, and Sasha yelped into Jezebel’s crotch. As he began to hammer her, his loose balls slapping her clit from below, she began to let out one long moan on the satyr’s sensitive lips.
Looking up into the mirrored ceiling, Mark saw that Abby had both her long arms wrapped around Jezebel’s big tits, close to the base. The abyssal horror was trying to use the deft tip of an appendage to squeeze one of the satyr’s dark brown nipples as she sucked on the other one, but the nub was too flat to get a good grip. Jezebel shuddered from the stimulation.
Seeing all this spread out before him, with his cock buried deep into his insatiable sex-demon, Mark couldn’t take it anymore. Summoning a small ethereal coating over his thumb, Mark pressed the smooth glowing shape about an inch into Sasha’s asshole. When the succubus locked up with brain-melting pleasure, Mark sent her into yet a deeper level as he poured hot cum and a full load of essence into her from behind.
The scream trapped in Sasha’s throat finally broke free, and she whimpered into Jezebel’s thick, brown lips as she had multiple simultaneous orgasms.
“That looks like a good one!” Abby said as Sasha continued to lazily munch the satyr’s plump mound.
He found Jezebel starting right into him with those gorgeous emerald eyes and noticed her burning need for him to fill her up. Maybe it was their strengthening bond, but Mark got a pretty clear image of what she really wanted done.
“Jezebel, will you join me by the foot of the bed?” Mark asked. The tan satyr nodded and rolled away from Abby and Sasha, her dainty doe hooves landing on the floor. She clomped right up to Mark and pressed her hourglass body on his. He warped his arms around her back and kissed her deeply before pulling away and spinning her to face the bed.
From behind, he reached down between her legs and gently patted her thick furry thighs.
“Spread a bit,” he whispered, and he felt her tiny, fluffy tail tickle his stomach as it wiggled in anticipation.
Mark caught Sasha’s bright blue eyes, kneeling on the bed with Abby, and communicated his desire with a look. He and his loyal succubus were so in-tune, she understood immediately.
“Abby, you go low this time while I go high,” the sultry succubus said as she switched from slurping on one set of Jezebel’s lips to another. As they kissed, Mark worked his shaft between the thick folds of her plump, protruding pussy. Her brown-colored lips were soaked from the succubus’ tongue lashing, but Mark wasn’t aiming for that hole. Oh no. If he was reading the vibes from his uptight satyr, she really wanted it somewhere else. But she would never ask for it, especially not in front of an audience like this.
Mark slid his dick up and over her brown pucker nestled between her furry, doe ass cheeks, and slowly pressed down.
“Mmmph!” Jezebel tried to make a noise in feigned protest, but Sasha clamped her lips around hers and squeezed the satyr’s throat gently, testing those rough waters. Just then, right when Mark was filling her asshole and Sasha was aggressively holding her hostage, Abby writhed one of her smooth appendages up into the spread-legged satyr’s pussy.
“Ohmmm,” the strawberry-blonde beast woman let out a deep moan, and totally gave in to the three people inflicting pleasure on her.
Mark held onto her substantial furred ass as he slid his stiff shaft deep into her anus and activated the slow, measured version of his heal on her insides. Abby pressed her lips in to suck Jezebel’s clitoris as she massaged her vaginal walls with her long, smooth appendage while Sasha roughly stuck her tongue down her throat.
Between all of it, the tan satyr had sin
ce passed into a new level of ecstasy and was barely holding onto consciousness.
Her doe-legs shook as they worked over every hole she had. With his magic eye, Mark saw Jezebel’s mind singing with erotic bliss in one long, sustained note. Her furry ass gobbled up his dick so greedily there was no way he could continue this for long.
With his own control worn away by the raw, primal pleasure radiating out of his strawberry-scented beast-woman, Mark was forced to unleash the last of his essence and the contents of his balls deep into the quivering creature.
They spent the next few hours grinding themselves to utter exhaustion, and Mark found himself staring up at the mirror above the bed, all three of his beautiful Enthralled satisfied and beyond happy. He smiled up at the one-eyed version of him, then gave in to the weariness pulling him down to sleep.
It felt like he’d just lost consciousness before he heard Sasha call his name from far away with confusion in her voice.
- 25 -
Mark woke up in his apartment again. The ChronoMind visor was down, and he couldn’t sit up. It felt like he was totally paralyzed from the neck down, and panic gripped his mind.
“Sasha? What’s going on?” he yelled.
“Searching…. A band you like will begin their first set at 9PM at the Bearded Pearl. It’s only three blocks from here, but rain is in the forecast.”
“What?” Mark mumbled. His AI assistant sounded like she did years ago- nothing but emotionless suggestions and weather reports. She continued.
“If you wish to stay in, I’d recommend that new sci-fi thriller- the one where a man must face a digital copy of himself.”
Terror like Mark had never felt locked his mind as he watched his own body walk into view and look down on him lying helpless on his back. It was him. The real him, without the scar across his face and the milky-white eye.
“Suppose I better shut this inferior system down,” the real Mark said, and copy Mark gazed deep into him with his magic eye. Pure and unfiltered malice permeated this original Mark to the point where there was nothing else. The other him bent down, an unmistakably sinister grin on his face as he reached for something out of sight.