The Eros Expansion

by Prax Venter

  When the bottom Vale started to use her tight core muscles to constrict the walls of her vagina around his rock-hard dick, he was forced into a downward spiral and grunted out his first orgasm.

  After he came, the top Vale removed her magic, tingling hands from his back, and he felt them replaced with a squishy ball and warm wet blanket. In his erotic delirium, it took Mark a few moments to realize that it was the giant naga’s clitoris and pussy lips now pressing into his back.

  Sandwiched between two Vales while a third rubbed her giant black nipple into his lips, Mark barely held on to consciousness.

  After a few more full-body orgasms, side Vale changed positions and snaked her long tongue into bottom Vale’s pussy alongside his throbbing cock.

  Between the massaging fist that was bottom Vale’s pussy, top Vale sliding her massive clit and lips around on his back, and side Vale’s long tongue strangling the head of his dick while imbuing it with a light heal- Mark was brought to another yet another level of ecstasy.

  One long orgasm wracked his body as his gut muscles clenched over and over. Mark lost all concept of time and self- he was adrift under a vast ocean of thick, liquid pleasure.

  Unable to take the intensity, Mark’s mind finally melted, and he passed out.

  Light kisses on his forehead brought him around an unknown time later. Before he opened his eyes, he felt the unmistakable bond with his beautiful Princess Vale.

  “I never imagined…” he said, opening his eyes and looking into hers.

  “A small taste of what you’ve given us,” the one and only Vale said, cradling him in her arms.

  He took a deep breath and rubbed his cheek on the black flesh of her nipple.

  “How much longer?”

  “Not long.”

  “What will happen when I wake up?”

  Vale’s stunning eyes unfocused a little. “We’re figuring that out.” Her eyes refocused and looked deeply into his. “No matter what it takes, we will be together. I promise you this.”

  Mark nodded in her arms, unquestionably trusting her- and then the universe faded to black.

  - 25 -

  When Mark was conscious of existence again, the first thing he noticed was hot, crashing sunlight from a cloudless, blue sky. When he looked around to get his bearings, his mouth hung open from the spectacle before him.

  He was being carried past hundreds of cat people in a wooden litter piled with soft, ornate pillows. The people were all standing along the sides of a sandstone road in the middle of the desert with a massive pyramid just up ahead. Everywhere he looked were beautiful obelisks, statues, and buildings- and all of it accented with obsidian and gold.

  Mark’s eyes turned to the people lined up to either side of the road. They all looked vaguely like Ahnix- as if she had created a whole new race of people from her unique, custom-made form. Tall-eared cat men and woman dressed in colorful silks all bowed their furry heads as he passed. Before they turned their faces away, Mark caught glimpses of the same ornate eyeliner patterned into their fur. Some were identical to Ahnix, but he also saw several variations.

  Mark considered his options, but quickly decided that he should just go with whatever Ahnix had planned for him. Eventually, he was carried to the pyramid and up the stairs. The buff, pure white cat-girls carrying the litter from the front smoothly adjusted their grip so the log they held rested on their hips instead of their shoulders. The move was meant to keep him level as they climbed a diagonal slope, but now he could clearly see the size of the beast-women carrying him around.

  Their thick, muscular glutes and limply swaying tails hypnotized him for most of the vertical duration. When they made it up the stairs and entered the cooler interior of the massive stone pyramid, Mark’s mouth hung open again when he saw his desert queen laying on an enormous cream-colored bed.

  Her eyes were half-lidded, and she was covered from her toes to the tips of her ears in gold and jewels.

  The white-furred cat-servants lowered Mark to the ground, and he climbed off the litter, smiling.

  Ahnix put up one of her furry fingers. “Undress him.”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, all four of the beautifully muscled, fur-covered women spun to face Mark. They were on him quickly and gently peeled the black clothing off his body with their strong hands. They all looked very similar to Ahnix but bulkier and covered in pure white fur. None of them looked him in the eye as they removed his clothes, revealing his junk.

  “Leave us,” Queen Ahnix ordered after he was nude, and the four cat-girls instantly vanished.

  Mark’s eyes went wide when he realized all the Ahnix cat-people could probably teleport.

  His supremely majestic and unquestioningly regal cat-girl sat up and passed her unimpressed eyes over his exposed body.

  “You’ll do. Now, come and service your queen.”

  Mark bowed his head. “Of course, Your Highness.” He padded his bare feet across the smooth obsidian floor and crawled up onto the massive bed.

  Ahnix stood up in one, smoothly graceful move and pointed to one of the pillows by her feet. He knew where this was going and couldn’t wait to see how she was going to blow his mind.

  A huge grin on his face, Mark got his head comfortable on the silk pillow. His view up Ahnix’s sleek, toned legs and tight round ass was amazing- he was getting hard already.

  With a sigh, Ahnix swung her left leg over his head and stood over his face.

  Her dark eyes looked down on his. “Do a good job pleasing me, and I’ll see that you are rewarded for your service.” Before he could answer, Queen Ahnix squatted down and put her pussy right on his mouth. His nose smashed into her tiny, pink clit as she pressed her delicious crotch into his face.

  “Do not lick it.”

  Mark obeyed and just inhaled her heavenly spiced scent through his nose as she rubbed her furry slit up and down his lips. She reached down and slid a hand behind his head, forcing his nose to really rub into her clitoris. A short while later he felt her wetness start to coat his lips and hers.

  “Now you may use your tongue.”

  Mark slowly pushed his tongue between his lips and when his taste buds hit the wetness in her pussy- he almost had an orgasm right there. His eyebrows came down as he hungrily lapped at her vagina, trying to understand how it suddenly became so shockingly essential to have as much of her pussy juice on him, and in him, as possible.

  Ahnix tilted her head back as she used both of her hands to pull Mark’s face tight against her crotch. He brought up his hands to rest them on her perfectly-muscled, furry ass and buried his tongue deep inside of her.

  Mark licked the walls of her pussy for a long while until Queen Ahnix had an orgasm on his face. Mark slurped and sucked every bit of her juice he could get his lips on. Their bond was so strong that Mark felt an otherwise unattainable pleasure when he made Ahnix climax.

  “Mmm, I see you like my new ability?” the jewel-encrusted cat-girl said panting, still sitting on his face. “Royal Pussy, max level.”

  Mark smiled while he slowly lapped her vagina. They were making up their own abilities, and he couldn’t argue with the results.

  Ahnix shimmied her way backward so her sopping wet pussy lips just barely grazed the tip of his penis, and from that brief contact- Mark felt an electric jolt run down his dick until it ended in his balls like an imminent thunderstorm.

  “Now it’s time for your reward,” she purred softly, her exotic eyes inches from his.

  Queen Ahnix pushed her perfect ass backward and swallowed his cock with her hot pussy until her solid, furry cheeks pressed against his thighs. The amount of raw, erotic electricity assaulting his dick caused Mark to stop breathing. She began to slowly slide her legendary furry vagina up and down the length of his shaft, and Mark almost couldn’t take it.

  He dug his fingers into her strong back and bit down on her sleek-furred neck, trying to keep hold of his sanity. The bejeweled cat-girl began to purr much louder in his ear and sl
am her hips down on his cock with more vigor.

  It was all Mark could do to stay conscious as he soared right past the point of having orgasms and deep into an undiscovered level of pure ecstasy. This went on for minutes, hours- Mark wasn’t able to keep track. At one point, the infinitely regal cat-girl pressed her small mouth down on his face and she nibbled on his lips while he writhed under her spell. Mark could only look into her dark eyes and absorb the cataclysmic amount of love and pleasure she was inflicting on him.

  Queen Ahnix pushed off of his chest and sat up, straddling his cock. She kept her half-lidded eyes on his as she ground his dick deep into her magically enhanced pussy, and Mark was practically gurgling on his own saliva.

  “You’ve felt what it’s like to be fucked by a queen,” Ahnix said, her eyes beginning to glow. “Now feel what it’s like to be fucked by a goddess!”

  Mark sobered up a little from what she said, but when Ahnix squinted slightly and their bed was transported into the sky, he tried to sit up. They were floating among pink, fluffy clouds lit by a rising sun near an ice-capped mountain range- bed and all. Ahnix’s eyes were spewing white flame as she waved a hand through the air and five different colored dragons appeared around the bed.

  Before Mark could react, Ahnix squeezed his cock with her enhanced pussy causing him to groan and remain still.

  With his head back on the pillow and his hands latched on to her solid ass cheeks, he watched Ahnix destroy each dragon with a powerful eye-beam attack. She had never looked so breathtaking. As the massive flying lizards fell from the sky, Ahnix began to shudder with a new kind of energy. And through their bond, he recognized what it was.

  She was Collecting essence from the kills- and a lot of it.

  When it was over, she turned her insane beauty on him and began to pump her pussy on his dick again. Her sexually enhanced furry lips gripped onto his cock and felt like nothing he would ever be able to explain with words.

  Waves of impossible pleasure radiated through his being from the contact point of their genitals. Mark began to whimper uncontrollably as an incredibly powerful orgasm gathered in his groin. It was like pressure building up in a steam boiler, and sooner rather than later, he was going to blow- violently.

  Goddess Ahnix leaned forward and whispered in his ear just before he was about to cum. “My turn.”

  Even if he had the mental capacity to process her words in his current state, there wouldn’t have been enough time. Aligned perfectly with his first spurt of sperm, Ahnix targeted the head of his penis with an epically potent heal-enhance combo.

  The ability hit him just as Ahnix reached her own climax, and the cat-girl’s body began to transfer collected essence to him.

  Mark’s mind lit up with so much sexual pleasure he was able to perceive the very edges of the universe. Time, existence, cat-girls- it all became as small as a grain of sand that he could hold in his hands. The one grain of sand he held slipped through his fingers, and everything began to recede away from him. Then, for a few moments, there was only the blackness of the void.

  With a ragged gasp, Mark sat up in his apartment. It took his mind a moment to catch up to where he was and what had just happened.

  Panic began to grip his heart when he realized he could feel nothing. Nothing from his girls, and nothing from his fingers. His body seemed slow and doughy as he swung his feet down from the sleek ChronoMind pod. How many years had he spent in there?

  “Mark?” Ahnix asked, her voice coming from everywhere. Was he hallucinating?

  “Ahnix?”

  “We’re here too!” Roo yelled from what sounded like a few steps from a central microphone. Mark felt enormous relief at knowing they were still all connected. Even if it was just audio.

  “Get up,” Vale ordered. “And get ready to go. There’s a lot to do.”

  Mark pushed off and landed on the floor with his real-world legs. For an instant, it felt like his legs were miles long, and his toes were just dots in the distance.

  He shook it off and moved into his small kitchen. “What’s the plan?” he asked before filling a cup with water.

  Ahnix answered. “We learned a lot about real technology from the web, but interestingly enough- I learned more from playing The Eros Expansion. Nanotechnology kind of exists, by the way. So does a lot of the mind download stuff that Harold was trying to do with his daughter.”

  Mark’s mind flipped through memories on the station and stopped on when Ahnix created Erica.

  “You guys are going to join me in the real-world with badass, robotic bodies?”

  “No,” Vale said after a pause. “Your world is broken, and you honestly need to hurry. We aren’t coming out there with you. The plan is for you to permanently come in here with us.”

  - Epilogue -

  Meanwhile…

  “Fuck, that hurts.”

  Vince swore under his breath as he tried to ignore the blinding pain from his brutally crushed big toe. Getting out of the burning apartment was nothing compared to surviving the insane murder bots that stalked the city, and he vowed never to try and physically overpower one again. Vince’s mind went to the number of bullets he had left- it always did. Ten. He could survive ten more encounters if he was a perfect shot.

  He needed to get out of the city. The only place he could think his two sons would go was a cabin in Cattail Woods they rented every other summer or so. They just had to be smart enough to go there and wait… Besides, every time he fired his weapon he knew it would draw unwanted attention from miles around. And running had become a nightmare.

  Movement outside the coffee shop window caught his eye and Vince slid down in the booth. The agony from the mess that had been his toe was momentarily forgotten as he assessed this new threat.

  It was late in the afternoon, and the sun cast long shadows across the pitch-black street. In one of the alleys, he saw the flutter of yellow fabric. He sat forward and squinted his eyes. It was another person, a woman. She looked to be about thirty, had long, dark-brown hair, was wearing pajamas, and clutching a large, canvas tote bag. She was trying to slowly creep out from the alley and scour every shadow before crossing the street.

  Vince’s mind spun with indecision. She wasn’t a robot, but he had seen enough post-apocalyptic movies to know that other people could be pure evil when placed into survival situations. But he also knew that humans could do amazing things in groups. As the scales in his mind started to lean towards introducing himself, she quickly darted into the open and sprinted across the street. When she did, her modest breasts bounced violently against her sheer top, and the moment she stepped into the sunlight, a smile grew on Vince’s face.

  It didn’t last.

  Vince had heard the sound before, and when the robotic quadruped down the street blared its buzzing alarm, his stomach dropped to the center of the earth.

  In the four seconds he had before the shining metal monstrosity tore the woman’s flesh to red ribbons, he raised his gun, lined up his sights, and squeezed the trigger.

  Glass showered down on Vince, and he cut his hand scrambling away from the sharp madness surrounding him. When he got out of the booth, he spun and pointed his gun outside, ready to fire again if he had missed. What he saw was the woman slowly raise her hands into the air next to the motionless quadruped.

  “P-please don’t shoot.”

  Vince immediately lowered his gun, and he felt the trickle of blood on his palm as the liquid drained out of him.

  “I won’t,” Vince said holstering his weapon and climbing over the table to get outside. “We need to move now.”

  He raced to the woman, took her elbow and directed her back into the alley she came from. A buzzing above them sent Vince to his knees, and the woman in the see-through pajamas ducked down with him.

  She breathlessly whispered the word, “Drone,” and Vince put a bloody finger to his lips.

  The hovering camera zipped down right to the lifeless dog-shaped robot and strafed around the bu
llet hole in its metal head. After that, the drone spun up its three disk-shaped propellers and buzzed over to the broken window of the coffee shop.

  While it was distracted with investigating his previous hiding spot, Vince looked at the doe-eyed woman beside him and briskly waved his hand down the alley. Without waiting for a response, he stood and began quietly walking as fast as he could down the shadowed alley between the buildings.

  He didn’t dare waste time checking over his shoulder. The loud buzzing would grow louder, it would see them and send out an alert, or it wouldn’t.

  Vince reached the end of the building and entered a junction of alleys that ran behind the buildings. He quickly slipped around the left corner and was pleased to see the woman right on his heels. The woman didn’t stop moving until she circled behind him, and she just clutched onto the sleeve of his white t-shirt as if he would disappear if she broke contact.

  Vince peeked back through the alley and saw that a second drone was now circling the machine he shot in the head.

  Nine bullets.

  He pulled back, grabbed the woman’s hand and was about to make a run for it when a tremendous explosion to the south shook the ground.

  A moment later, the two drones that were tracking them whizzed through the alley, drawn by the new stimulus. The machines floated up as they moved, and an old, rusted fire escape obscured their lines of sight on Vince and his new friend. With their backs pressed against the wall, the two human, post-apocalyptic survivors held their breaths as the flying cameras raced up and away from them.

  When they were gone, Vince led the woman in pajamas into the storeroom of a clothing store through an open loading dock. He grabbed an expensive-looking silk shirt as they searched for a defensible corner to hide in for a while.

  Once there, he pressed his back against the wall and slid to his ass. The bolts of torturous lightning that raced up the nerves of his leg from his toe made it hard to even breathe.