by Y. Falstaff
“Yes... yes, I did,” Rick answered, still catching his breath, but feeling more and more re-energized by the second. “What... What have you done to me?”
“Done to you? Nothing. You are as you were... though my milk will have likely made you more... energetic than you're accustomed,” Darkness vaguely answered, and then she abruptly changed the subject. “I will leave you now, Rick. If you need me, simply call for me. I look forward to you releasing me once you are... safe.”
“Ya... right,” Rick mumbled, his eyes bulging and suddenly feeling full of energy once again.
“Farewell,” Darkness concluded, and Rick watched her disappear down the corridor.
While he could still hear Darkness' naked footsteps on the stone floor, he could no longer see her down the unlit tunnel. Stumbling over towards where he had placed his headset with the lights on it, near the tiny burning servant, Rick fumbled around for his headset in the dark.
Nearby, Rick then curiously heard what sounded like licking, but he could no longer feel Darkness' presence. Then, finding his headset, Rick pressed the button to turn on the light, and the light instantly fell on Kitty nearby.
Down on all fours, Rick's feline companion was bent over and licking up the cum which had collected in a small pool at the base of the stone wall nearby. It was only at that moment that Rick fully realized just how much semen he really blew out of himself, and he could see gobs of it running down the walls, dripping from the ceiling, and collecting in small puddles. Unlike with Asha, where he had thoroughly bathed her, this cum bath looked double the strength and volume.
Leaning against the cold wall, Rick stared up at the ceiling, and he wondered to himself what his friends back and Earth would think if he ever told them what he had just done. Not only had he fucked a four-armed alien, drilled a cat-woman, unleashed hell on a world, but now he had even fucked a real demon. If he thought his life was boring before, it certainly wasn't boring anymore, that was for sure.
While his eyes wandered over Kitty's plump bubble butt and he, surprisingly, felt a kick of life pump back into his limp penis, Rick saw an image of Jizzy's pretty face flash in his mind. It was as if he had forgotten over the last several minutes why he was even there at all, and he felt a sudden urgency to go find her. As he stared up at the ceiling, he instinctively knew he was close to reclaiming her. The problem was, his prick was miraculously firming up all over again at the sight of Kitty's inviting backside, and he felt a renewed yearning to sink his meat all the way into her.
What the hell had Darkness done to him? He hadn't been this horny since he was a teenager. Once again, the fight within was on, and Rick grit his teeth and determined his course of action. Ultimately, he had to be the master of himself. He had to go get Jizzy. Once he had her, he could wish everything right again, including himself. Making up his mind, Rick turned away from Kitty's inviting rump, and he forced himself to stare up at the portal to the dungeon overhead.
“All right, Kitty, let's go get Jizzy back.”
The Dilemma
Though he had honestly tried to make a real effort at staying focused on the heroic task of saving his genie, Rick was now almost completely helpless when it came to his more baser, animal-like natures. He wasn't sure if it was simply Darkness' presence, her salty sweat, or something in the savage fuck he had given her that did it, but it was clear to him now that something had possessed him. While before he thought he might just be lusting after Darkness, he now understood that whatever it was inside him wanted him to fuck any pussy that moved. While part of him feared for his sanity, another part of him relished in his carnal instincts.
Feeling his stiff dick throbbing deep down inside Kitty's tight pussy, Rick held her two ankles in either hand, spread her legs wide apart, and worked his slow stroke, in and out of her, taking her on the long johnson world tour. As he deliberately worked her in and out and shifted his hips around and around like a merry-go-round as he did so, Kitty had a mouthful of his shirt and was literally holding onto her own head of hair with two hands, threatening to pull out handfuls of her shinny metallic hair as she went mad in ecstasy.
“Oh, ya, you like that little kitty, don't you? Let me work that little pussy for a while,” Rick breathed, pulling all the way out of her to the point he could just see the back end of his swollen penis head before he drove his piston deep down into her cylinder walls all over again.
In response to his words, Kitty only moaned uncontrollably into the shirt stuffed into her mouth, and Rick continued his long, gyrating pace, the swollen head of his penis like a deep space explorer and going where no man had ever gone before inside the petite alien.
The two of them hadn't even been able to get all the way up beyond the hatchway and into the palace dungeon proper before they started their salacious little romp, and it all started with Rick instructing her to go on ahead of him up the iron ladder. Once Kitty had climbed up a few rungs, her beautiful bubble butt was right in his face, he could distinctly smell the tang of her cunt in the air, and his dick was instantly hammering away in his pants. His body demanding hers, Rick found that he honestly couldn't control himself anymore, so he just went with it.
It maybe hadn't even been more than forty-five minutes since he had tore up Darkness and blew his loads all the way out of her mouth, but he was eager to ejaculate all over again, as if he had never fucked Darkness at all. In fact, he had never in his life been so eager to fuck quite so quickly after just having had sex before, and he knew for a fact that Darkness had done something to him which had worked his sexual appetite into this animalistic frenzy.
“You ready for a little cum, Kitty, huh? You want me to pop a little bubbly on you, huh?” Rick asked between breaths, letting her ankles go and reaching down and lifting her up by the waist on either side, elevating her narrow pelvis off the stone.
Kitty, though, just writhed and moaned uncontrollably, and Rick put on a frantic pace then, working his hips back and forth like the metal coupling rod connecting the wheels on a speeding locomotive. After a minute or two of this ragged pace, Rick finally exploded somewhere deep down inside, and he immediately yanked his spitting dick out of the slender alien and began blowing his frothy jizz all over her washboard tummy.
“Oh, ya! Get some, Kitty! Get some! Ooooo....!”
Kitty, though, was still freely rotating her slender hips in the open air, as if she were still being methodically drilled by his stiff dick, and Rick blasted one shot after another onto her tummy and flat chest. As he did, Kitty used her two hands and massaged his slick spew all over her flesh, as if she were lathering up in the shower.
By the time Rick had finally spit all his wad a minute later, Kitty had dribbling cum-trails down either side of her waist and torso, her belly button had been turned into an inland lake in the middle of her tummy, and her dark little nipples were like snow-capped mountain peaks on her slender chest.
Finally letting his spent dick go, Rick threw his head back and breathed in and out, finally feeling a little bit of the relief and the sanity he so sought after. For a few moments at least, everything was right in the world, even though it really wasn't. On the shelf nearby, Kitty reached down between her spread legs, grabbed his spent cock with her two hands and began to pull on it over and over, gently massaging it.
“Oh, no! No more,” Rick mumbled, pulling away from her and causing her hands to let go of his blown rod.
As Kitty continued to lovingly spread his cream all over her spotted flesh and at times even joyfully licked some of it off her fingertips, Rick leaned back against the stone wall opposite the feline alien and just tried to enjoy the relaxation pulsing through his body. At that moment, he felt if he didn't blow his load again for a while, he'd be happy. He knew what he needed to do now was go get Jizzy, and that one thought gradually began to motivate him. After that, he could sink his shaft in and out of Kitty as much as he wanted. Or, for that matter, he could fuck Jizzy's wonderful ass to his heart's content.
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�Ya, ya, we got to go. We got to go. Got to go get Jizzy,” Rick mumbled to psych himself back up for the dangerous task.
Grabbing his jeans, Rick pulled them back up along with his boxer shorts, and notched his belt in place. On the shelf nearby, Kitty still played with his spooge, putting her fingers together and then spreading them apart, watching the cum stretch between her two fingers like gooey strands of a spider's web.
“We got to go, Kitty,” Rick repeated, retrieving his shotgun and eager to be on the way before the urge returned.
After licking every finger dry, Kitty then clothed herself once more in her bondage-like leather outfit, and the two finally were ready to venture into the dungeon above them. Deciding not to temp his unnatural appetite again, Rick took the lead this time, and he climbed up the iron ladder and then easily pushed aside the hatchway.
Peeking his head up through the open hatchway overhead, Rick saw an empty room without any contents, persons, or lights. All in all, it smelled pretty musty and the only thing that stuck out to him was a lonely door several feet away. After whispering down to Kitty that it was safe, Rick climbed up into the room, unshouldered his shotgun, and tried to move around as quietly as possible. A moment later, Kitty joined him, and the two made their way to the only door in the room, which was opposite the hatchway. The air in the dungeon was even cooler than down in the sewers, and Rick took a moment to just enjoy it as he stared at the door just ahead of them.
At the very bottom of the door, there was a crack, and Rick could see wherever it led, there was a bright light on the other side of it. After listening at the door for several minutes and not hearing any movement or voices, Rick finally pulled open the heavy door and peeked inside.
As soon as he pulled the door open, light flooded into the room, and curiously, the light was very similar to daylight and had a bluish tint to it. Peeking beyond the door, Rick saw the adjoining room appeared to be a massive storeroom or, at the very least, a place for unwanted things. Heavy wooden boxes, rectangular crates, and barrels were stacked all the way up to the front of the door he was standing behind, blocking his passage. Immediately, Rick could see that if they were going to go on from there, they'd literally have to climb over some of these dusty, old crates in order to do so.
While there didn't appear to be anyone else present in the storeroom, he did see another door on the far side which appeared to be closed. Unlike the abandoned room they were standing in, Rick saw the storeroom had strange blue crystals spaced equally apart on either side of the walls and also attached to the stone ceiling. The crystals emitted a very powerful light that very much resembled daylight, and there were so many of these strange, hand-sized crystals that they made the room appear almost as if it was broad daylight inside. In fact, the light was so strong, there was very little shadow at all from the stores residing within the room.
“All clear,” Rick told Kitty with a nod of his head.
Reaching up, Rick then clicked off the lights of his headband, and he took off the futuristic-looking device and placed it back in his utility belt around his waist. Darkness had told him that the kull kept their residences lit at all times, and now he saw how. He wasn't sure the properties of the mysterious crystals or how exactly they worked, but they certainly emitted a constant stream of powerful light that lit up the entire area around them.
“We're going to have to climb over this stuff, Kitty,” Rick advised.
After testing the sturdiness of the wooden crates with his hands, Rick then climbed up on top the one directly in front of the door, and he managed to scramble over it and a few other wooden containers before he finally set his feet back on the hard stone floor again.
Following his lead, Kitty easily climbed over the same crates and joined him a minute later, and the two then carefully weaved their way around the remainder of the dusty stores in the room until they stood just on the other side of the only door leading out of the spacious storeroom. Quietly standing on the other side of the door, Rick and Kitty crouched low and listened, and almost instantly, Kitty reached out and seized his arm. Gazing deeply into her eyes then, Rick could see that she could clearly sense something that he couldn't, but he also knew that she couldn't communicate with him either. Whatever was going on though, he could see that she warning him of danger nearby somewhere. They had to be extra cautious from here on out.
In light of her warning, Rick waited for several minutes with his shotgun in hand, but he failed to hear or sense anything. Kitty, satisfied with her warning, eventually took her hand off his arm, and she waited too, her wide eyes wary and intent.
“All right, I'm going to peek out of the door here and check what's on the other side,” Rick whispered, and Kitty nodded that she understood.
A moment later, Rick cracked open the door and saw dozens of those light-emitting crystals lining the walls and ceiling of the hallway beyond, making it appear almost as if it were daylight within the subterranean corridor. In contrast to the dirty room they were standing in, the corridor beyond looked like a clean hallway in a hospital, without an ounce of dust to be seen. Looking down the left-hand side of the hallway, Rick saw a set of stairs carved out of the stone flooring. The brief stairwell headed up half-dozen steps to another passageway that branched out either way, to the left and right. Rick still didn't hear or see anyone else around though, but he knew he could trust Kitty's senses, as they seemed to be more acute than his. Keeping his mind clearly focused on the dangerous task at hand, Rick knew he had to remain cautious.
Letting out an anxious, pent-up breath which he had been unconsciously holding inside, Rick then opened the door a little more, peeked his head just around the corner, and looked up the right-hand side of the hallway. The passageway to the right appeared to come to an end several dozen yards down and then hooked sharply to the right. At that moment, Rick realized that once he stepped out of that storage room, he and Kitty were entering the dungeon proper, and at any time, the two of them could have someone happen upon them if they were not careful.
Closing the door for a moment and just taking in a couple of deep breaths, Rick suddenly had a flood of dreadful thoughts spill into his head. The first question he asked himself was; who was he anyway? He was a Financial Services Representative for a Fortune 500 company, not some spy or navy seal specially trained to be sneaking around in an enemy's headquarters. What the hell was he doing?! The last time he had done anything remotely like this, he was ten years old, running around in his neighbor's backyard, playing soldiers with his friends. But that was thirty years ago, and unlike playing for fun then, this time he was playing for keeps. If the kull caught him, he was a dead man, or worse, he'd be mercilessly tortured until he finally succumbed to his injuries. The sober realization then dawned on him that he was now playing a high-stakes game with his life. It was no longer a fantasy of what might happen, it was a reality right there in his face.
He wasn't honestly sure why this hadn't all occurred to him before like this? Perhaps it was whatever Darkness had done to him? Maybe it was the perceived proximity of his intended goal? He wasn't sure the answer, but it was at that moment, he felt a dreaded foreboding wash over his entire body, and he licked his lips and felt his knees getting weak.
As he ran through all these agonizing thoughts and felt fear welling up in the pit of his gut, suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his arm, and he looked up and saw Kitty standing beside him. Her face was calm, and she smiled at him. The smile wasn't the cutesy, flirtatious smile she normally flashed him, but Rick saw something else there instead. He saw a subtle reassurance and a poise in her eyes, and though she couldn't speak or say a word, that simple expression was like a vote of confidence in him. At that moment, it boosted his own failing resolve, and he finally smiled back at her in reply and nodded his head.
He realized then, that this is what he wanted after all. If he wanted an easy life, which he honestly felt was more torture than it was easy, he could have made that choice, gave up the cap to Jizzy's b
ottle, and stayed on Earth. He had been living that other life for years though, and he knew, when he was honest with himself, that he was miserable most of those years living it. In deciding to leave Earth and rescue Jizzy, Rick knew he was reaching for something more within himself. This was going to be a challenge. That challenge was scary, but it was also what he wanted. He knew the only way forward at this point was to continue on this personal quest to rescue Jizzy. Any hesitation or thought otherwise wasn't beneficial and had to be purged from his thoughts, or he'd otherwise risk compromising his intended goal and, more importantly, his very life. Steeling himself then and pursing his lips, Rick nodded at Kitty, privately thankful that he had her by his side.
“Thanks, Kitty. You ready?”
In response, his feline companion kissed his cheek and nodded her head. His spirits once again buoyed, Rick opened the door back up, and he cautiously stepped out of the storeroom with his shotgun pointing directly in front him. Rick still didn't hear or sense anything, but after taking only a few steps down the hall to the left towards the stairs, he felt Kitty touch his arm once again. Glancing quickly back over his shoulder, he saw Kitty pointing in the opposite direction, down the long corridor towards the bend on the far end.