by Prax Venter
He focused on licking her asshole for a while, then got the feeling she was ready for something more. Like before, he was getting vibes that she wanted him to do, or not do, certain things, and it seemed these vibes were strongest from Ahnix. He wondered if it was because they had bonded well and for the longest time.
Now he was getting a vibe that she wanted him to take her from behind and shove his throbbing cock right in her asshole. He decided to go with his gut and lifted her off of his face. He quickly slid out from under her, got on his knees and re-grabbed her hips.
Before, he would have asked if he could do something this bold, but he felt that if he said it out loud, she would be embarrassed and things would get awkward.
Mark took one hand and held the base of his hard cock to get more fine control for what he wanted to do. He thrust it under her pussy, and touched his swollen head right above her clitoris and then slid backward while pressing upwards. He ground his hard cock over her, tiny bulb of a clit, then inside the tight folds of her pussy and right past her hole.
His dick picked up his saliva and her pussy juices, getting it nice and slick. He then moved all the way to the tiny pucker of her asshole and rubbed it a little bit with the head of his cock.
Ahnix moaned, put her head down into the pillows and arched her back, spreading her round, furry ass out just a bit more. Mark took that as all the invitation he needed and slowly pressed his cock into her taut asshole. It required a little force at first, to get his engorged head past her anus, but once he was in, it moved easier. He took his time and worked his hard cock between her muscled cheeks slowly, making sure it slid smoothly before he pressed in deeper.
Ahnix reached one hand under her stomach and started to rub her pussy while he gradually filled her tight asshole with his thick cock.
Ahnix was loving it and proved it by her muffled moans emerging from her mouth buried in the pillows. Mark had never been one to crave anal sex, but now that he was pumping his hot dick into Ahnix's tight, furry ass, he began to understand the allure.
As he continued, he got the sense she wanted him to get more aggressive and really pound her. He would feel much better about getting rough if he made sure he didn't tear her up in the process.
Inspired by his newfound control over his abilities he decided to give his already adequate cock an unfair advantage.
He got up on the balls of his feet to gain more leverage and hit her at a different angle, pointing down right at her pussy through her ass. He started to focus a slow heal on the walls of her rectum as his cock slid in and out, faster and harder.
Her moans caught in her throat, and he could feel her already tight ass constrict around his stiff cock even more.
She was a hard-bodied girl, and her leg and ass muscles were exceptionally ripped and toned. Her sleek, black tail had been waving back and forth, lazily, as he pummeled her ass, but now it was wrapped around one of his thighs, and he could hear her whimpering into the pillow.
She had two fingers buried deep into her pussy, and his balls slapped against them, while she got her asshole pounded, hard, and he could tell she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her narrow butthole was squeezing his dick so hard he was also close to cumming too. He knew he could keep the slow, trickling heal up for a lot longer than either of them were going to last before cumming, so he decided to just turn up the volume instead.
He poured the rest of the heal into her asshole and also blasted her pussy with a full-powered pleasure enhancement for good measure.
Her head lifted off the pillow, and she made a low, strained "Oohng-"noise. Her whole body shook from involuntary spasms, and he could tell she was cumming over and over again as her ass clenched down on his dick. He gave in to her avalanche of pleasure and pumped her ass full of his remaining essence, and she locked up tight.
He thought she was going to snap off his dick. It was buried in her ass, down to the base, and her asshole was a vice threatening to rip it right off his body. It felt heavenly.
Luckily for everybody, her wave of orgasms passed, and she slumped onto the bed in a heap.
Mark's dick slid out of her anus and flopped down between his legs. She curled into a tight ball, and he crawled over next to her, wrapping his arms around her. Her tight, furry body continued to spasm now and then, like the faint rumbling of a thunderstorm passing into the distance.
"Oh... Oh, Mark. I feel like I'm still cumming. How?"
"I think we are forming a close bond, Ahnix. That, and I'm learning how to fuck you better."
She turned around to face him, her large exotic eyes studying his face. She pulled him close, and they kissed deeply for a few minutes, taking turns sucking on each other's lips while he ran his fingers through the sleek, golden fur on her back.
"I'm really glad you found me," she said.
"Me too, Ahnix. Me too."
Mark held her close and thought back again to the night in the pyramid where he awoke after his recurring nightmare with Sasha. Ahnix had approached him out of the shadows like a wild beast.
Then he remembered something Mother, the tree lady had said. She called Ahnix's teleport ability 'Shadow Step' and linked it to the same group of people called Moondusk. There was also her fixation on the black key they found. All this combined with a few off comments about undead curses strongly hinted at a past he wasn't aware of.
She was all about honesty, right?
He decided he was just going to ask. "Hey, I want to learn more about you. How do you know so much about these Moondusk people?"
She sat up and looked down on him with her little frown, and then wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on her forearms.
Mark let silence fill the space between them and watched her gather her thoughts. Her previously motionless tail started to hop around slightly.
After a big sigh, her tail stopped twitching, and she began to speak. "I was born on a different plane, a plane of eternal darkness as a creature known as a shadow cat. I lived my simple, primal life and hunted for prey knowing nothing of light, of humans, or Collectors and their world. The people of Moondusk have been traveling to that plane of shadows for thousands of years. There is an evil presence that resides there that they worship as a god.
"A human from the lands of Moondark ripped a hole in my world and captured me. He pulled me through into your world and tortured me for years, twisting my body, and my mind, to suit the needs of a royal buyer. Parts of my pure black fur were stained golden, and I was broken and reshaped many times to resemble this more human-like form before you. The vile man then put me in a cage to be sent to the prince I told you about. That is how I came to know the Moondusk."
Mark was stunned. Ahnix has truly had a rough life. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
"Tell me his name. We will hunt this man down and gut him," he said, quietly.
"Gervallous. But don't worry Mark, a lot of time has passed since then. I don't age, but he was just a human. There is a very good chance that my torturer has long turned to dust."
He continued to hold her in his arms for a while thinking about how he was going to tell her about his own past. Now was the time- any longer and she may never forgive him for keeping silent about who he really was and what was really going on with the world. He let her go and put his hand on her soft back.
"Ahnix, I need to tell you the full story about my past. But, we should probably bring Vale to hear this, too."
She looked over at him and nodded. Mark went to the door, called Vale to join them, and to bring all their supplies in with her. Once she was inside, he asked giant snake-woman to move one of the tall dressers in front of the door, so they could relax without having to keep watch.
Mark and Ahnix each ate a magic bean and instantly felt full. He was getting used to surprises like this and just went with it.
"Okay, girls I want to tell you something very important. And it's going to be hard to believe." He paused and looked each of
them in the eye to make sure he had their attention.
"As you've heard me say before, I am not from this world, well not this house dimension- you know what I mean. I am from a place far outside everything you know. I had a powerful friend who could do amazing things. She heard about the wonders and the pleasures of your existence and asked me to join her here for one day. She pulled me into your world, turning me into a Collector while she took the form of my enthralled succubus. We had one good day enjoying the wonders of this existence and then she betrayed me.
"When I say she was powerful, I'm not kidding. She forced us to relive the same day, over and over, making me pleasure her and then erasing all of my memories, so each day was like the first. She was also the one who blinded me to interface menus, ability paths, everything. She knew this was slowly killing me and didn't care. True to her assumed form, she intended to make me pleasure her and forget until I died.
"In order for my friend to do what she was doing, messing around with the flow of time and with my mind, she had to break some of the rules of your world. That got the attention of another powerful... protector spirit, that watches over everything. This protector was barely able to break through what the succubus was doing, but it helped me to remember everything and taught me what disavowing was." He paused and looked at Ahnix, who was watching him closely.
"I had no other choice. I was dying. I disavowed the entity who was taking the form of an Enthralled, and it was enough for her to lose control. Her name was Sasha. The battle between my betrayer and the protector of this world shattered the Crystal Heart, caused the cataclysm, and all of the tears." He paused again. Vale looked over at Ahnix, her eyes wide. His cat-girl just sat expressionless, watching him.
When no one spoke, he continued.
"The protector sealed me in a stone tomb for hundreds of years where I slept, and the two great powers fought for control over this universe and all of its planes of existence. When I awoke, it told me what had happened, gifted me with the ability to heal the tears and tasked me with defeating Sasha. It put me in your path, Ahnix, and the rest you know about."
Mark finished his tale, and he had hoped he explained things in a way they would understand.
Vale spoke first. "You broke the Crystal Heart and caused the cataclysm... hundreds of years ago?"
"Not directly. Technically, Sasha did. But yeah, I played a role."
Ahnix was motionless, down to the tip of her tail, just watching him with her big, dark eyes. Vale looked over to her, and they all waited in silence for her to say something.
Ahnix reached out and took Mark's hand in hers. "As you said, you and I are closely bonded. I have seen and felt you do amazing things. I will follow your lead."
Mark felt relief wash over him and flashed her a half-smile. "And I will follow yours."
After the moment was over, nothing more needed to be said. Fatigue washed over the three of them encouraging unconsciousness. They tangled their arms and legs and tails together on the bed in a barricaded room, inside the infinite house dimension, and drifted off to sleep.
- 14 -
Mark awoke to something pushing his shoulder. He sat up and saw Ahnix's exotic face by his with her finger over her mouth.
She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "I hear something outside the room."
Mark raised an eyebrow. He looked behind him and saw Vale still sleeping peacefully, coiled on the bed. Ahnix was up and fully dressed already, per usual. He carefully got up, tiptoed to the dresser that was blocking the door, and tried to perceive what Ahnix was talking about.
Once he was still, he could hear small tapping sounds like someone dropping beads on the floor.
"What are you guys doing?" Vale asked loudly from the bed, stretching.
The sounds coming from outside the room increased in volume then faded, like whatever it was had quickly scurried away.
Ahnix put a hand on her hip, and her tail flipped around behind her. "There was something out there."
Mark put a hand on her furry shoulder. "It's okay. Whatever it was would have taken off when we dragged the dresser from the door anyway. Let's get ready to move out."
Mark and Vale got dressed and equipped their weapons. They also tucked in the bioluminescent mushrooms, and Mark wondered how long they would last. Being lost in the dark, stumbling around in this endless maze of rooms and hallways would be maddening.
The naga shoved the dresser away from the door, and Ahnix kicked it open, ready for anything. Nothing jumped in at them, so they went through the door into the other bedroom.
Mark quickly noticed that there were now strands of string around the room attached to walls and ceiling that were definitely not there before. Was someone attempting to trap them in there with pieces of string?
Mark followed one of the strings to the floor and found that it was attached by a small iron tack. He pulled it out and tested the pointy end with his finger and learned that it was indeed sharp. There were about a dozen or so such strands, randomly hanging around the room.
Ahnix and Mark ducked under the ones they could, but Vale was bigger and pulled a few along with her as they moved through the room and came back out into the vast, empty darkness that was the library.
Mark didn't see or hear anything out here and looked at Ahnix for her assessment.
She stood for a moment, tilting her head slightly, trying to pick up any sound. Not hearing anything she turned back to Mark and shook her head.
He looked at them both and said, "Okay, we know for sure there is something in here with us so let's take it nice and slow. And remember- Stick together."
Mark led them in the same direction they moved in yesterday and eventually came to another door that led out of the library.
Beyond the library, twisting hallways and dusty rooms continued to unfold in front of them. Mark found more bits of string as they explored deeper into the unending house, and now that he knew they might mean something, he started to alter the doors he picked to open based on their proximity to bits of string.
A few strands on a wall led them to a particularity long hallway that had doors to each side at even intervals. They were walking down the long, dusty passage for a few minutes, and it occurred to Mark that his girls just received their biggest dose of essence yet.
"So what did you guys do with all that essence?" he whispered, afraid to disturb the pressing silence.
Ahnix shrugged, "I dumped it all into boosting my general stats again. Nothing too exciting."
"Me too!" Vale whispered. "But I favored Stamina. That lobster-woman wore me down fast."
"No new abilities for either of you?"
Ahnix held out her hand and unsheathed her claws with the flick of her wrist. There was a new sliver edge to them that made them look even more deadly than they were before.
"I should be able to one-shot tougher enemies now. Does that count?"
Vale chimed in too, "New abilities are pointless if you don't live long enough to use them, Master."
"I'm so proud of you girls. I'm glad someone knows what they are doing around here."
Vale put one of her large hands on his head and gave him a gentle pat.
"Don't worry, Master. You have your uses."
Ahnix snorted. "He does at that."
Eventually, they reached the end of the uniquely long hallway and walked through the door at its end. Beyond the door was a room that looked like a wooden theater with rows of chairs arranged in a circle around an empty central area. There were stairs that went up into the rows and another door leading out on the other side. High up in the ceiling Mark saw hundreds of strands of string, randomly hanging from points that were beyond the faint glow of their mushrooms.
"Hang on I want to get a better look at the ceiling," Mark said, climbing a few of the wide steps into the rows of seats. The ceiling was so high that the dim blue light failed to banish the darkness stretching above him. The string obviously meant something, and he wanted to learn all he
could about where they were. Walking around with a solid plan was much better than just randomly trying doors.
He turned around and saw his girls down on the round stage illuminated by their own glowing mushrooms, shadows accentuating their individually unique and sexy bodies.
Ahnix suddenly lowered herself into a defensive position and looked at something over his head. Mark cocked his head back to find out what was going on and was knocked to the floor by something large and heavy. Painful impacts from dozens of flailing white arms stuck him all over.
His attacker felt like a burlap sack, and as he tried to push it off of him, his hands just sunk uselessly into it while the thing continued to beat on him like a hundred baseball bats. They hit him on the head, the stomach, bashed his shins and one nailed him right between his legs.
Then it was off of him, and he curled into a protective ball on the stairs. He could hear grunts from his girls, but it sounded like they were the ones doing the damage.
He could feel lumps and bruises forming all over his body, but a horrendous ache from the unlucky strike to his balls demanded all his attention. He kicked off a heal on himself and rolled over to see what was happening.
A few stairs down, Vale, and Ahnix looked down on a pile of mannequin arms spilling out of a sack. He stood up and joined them.
"What the hell is it?" he asked.
"It kind of moved like a spider." Vale offered, trying to be helpful.
Mark could see rips in the sack that formed its body, cotton stuffing poking out. He looked over at Ahnix. She was staring down at it, her tail whipping around violently behind her.
"You okay?" he asked her. "Anyone need healing?"
"I pulled it off of you, and Ahnix shredded it quickly. I don't think it hit anyone but you." Vale answered again.
His badass cat-girl was still just staring down at the torn creature, her eyes uncharacteristically wide.
“Ahnix?” Mark asked.
"My teleport- I can't use it,” she said, looking at him.“I think it has something to do with this place."