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Compression
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Darkness: inky, flat, impenetrable. Then, slowly, incrementally, the veil began to lift. The sound of a voice came first, but indistinguishable, as though the soundwaves were travelling through a viscous fluid at a great distance. He knew his eyes were open, felt his levator palpebrae straining. Panic hardened, then the gradual acceptance of light came. A woman’s face phased into view. She was standing over him, dense, silky curls of chestnut hair falling around her slender face. It dawned on him that he was lying on some kind of cool, hard table. Then, senses rubber band-snapped into clarity. “The Dohenna is conscious, Raileh,” the woman above him said in a soft, light, breezy voice. He struggled to grasp at the circumstances of his situation, as though his brain were full of some synapse-disrupting tincture. He attempted to sit up, but a sharp pain arced along both spine and rectus abdominis. He worked his jaw to speak but couldn’t be sure if he indeed possessed a face at all. He felt a slender, dainty hand stroking his hair. Focusing his attention on the woman above him, he felt a new surge of anxiety, a low hum from the base of his skull that something wasn’t right. The woman was beautiful, but incorrectly so. Her eyes were larger than they should have been, her skin had a tinge of powder blue. It was just a touch, but it was everything at that moment. “Be easy, Dohenna,” the woman nodded and spoke calmly, but with a small, woven dose of tenderness, just perceptible. “Lie still and give the stimulant time. You are disoriented, but not for much longer.” He listened and closed his eyes. Realizing that he couldn’t recall his identity, the man fought the sudden urge to cry.
An hour later, he was sitting upright. Two women, the one initially standing over him and the one she called Raileh, were looking him over and observing information on a pair of large, thin, pastel-green backlit screens. “My name…” he croaked weakly, “I…I can’t remember. Not Dohenna, I know it isn’t that.” The woman who had stood over him turned and placed both palms upon his left forearm. Her touch was oddly, disconcertingly warm, but soothing nevertheless. “It is not,” she affirmed with a cordial, pleased smile. “We use that term for… those that we have remade.” “Re…? Remade?” the man blinked foggily. The other woman, the one called Raileh, approached and put her hands upon his right forearm. It was the same, wrong-but-good warmth. Not unpleasant, not unwelcome, but also outside the parameters his brain recognized. “Welcome back to the world of the living,” Raileh said, smiling. She was also pleased. “I am Raileh, this is Yse. Sadly, we do not know what you were called…” Raileh trailed off, and her too-large, deep, gorgeous, expressive emerald eyes flashed a distinct sense of grief. A memory suddenly bubbled up and burst like gas escaping burning magma. Impossible, oppressive, abysmal heat. Smoke, acrid, foul, choking and filthy. The weight of a rifle in his hands. Then nothing. He sighed the sigh of defeated, forced acceptance. There was no tunnel of light like they said, no trumpets, and no pain either. Just sudden, bleak, endless nothing. “How…how long was I…dead?” he eventually asked quietly, shakily. “This is…also something we aren’t truly able to answer. Not exactly,” Yse replied, somewhat evasively. Both women’s hands were still pressed to his forearms. He realized this was a practiced behavior. They’ve done this before, and probably many times before. Dead, now not. The women spoke with an accent that he had never heard before. Vowels were stretched, but only just noticeably. ‘Ds’ were enunciated like a soft ‘t.’ “Not human…you’re…?” he sucked in a breath as if to retrieve the question, terrified of the answer he already knew. “The Dohenna’s faculties are operating superbly,” Yse said to Raileh proudly, as if he weren’t able to hear. Raileh nodded. The man passed out.
When he came to once more, he was able to move more freely. He lifted his right arm and flexed his hand. He felt…incredible. His body felt light and responsive, his breathing easy, his senses clear. He was still in the same position, sat upright on some kind of exam table with the back tilted. Naked, with a kind of cloth that appeared thin but felt warm and heavy covering his waist down to the mid-shin, he struggled to understand how whole, fantastic, strong his body reported to his brain. “Austin,” he blurted, as though his body had spat out the syllables for him of its own volition. Raileh and Yse, ever-present, whirled to him and once again applied their hands to his forearms on either side of the table. “Is this what you are called, Dohenna?” queried Yse excitedly. Before he could answer, Raileh added, “It is not unusual for Dohenna to first arrive at the place they knew most, or the place they were born, or the name of someone close as opposed to their own.” It was unclear if this statement was for the benefit of himself or Yse. He shook his head, saying, “Please don’t use that word. I…I don’t know if that’s my name, but Austin is better than… THAT.” “It is so, then!” Yse offered a kind of gleeful curtsy. The gesture was bizarrely cute. “We will call you Austin, since that is your wish,” Raileh smiled in concurrence. Austin felt a flicker of anger, and the look he gave clearly expressed that to the women. “I wanna know what the fuck is going on.” Raileh and Yse looked at each other. They seemed to confer briefly and telepathically. They seemed to agree that he was ready to begin receiving information about the general state of affairs, that he was physically and mentally capable of processing it. Yse turned her pretty, slender face to him and tilted her head. Her chestnut curls spilled pleasantly. “We call it the Compression,” she began carefully. “Our world…it is your world, but from a different continuum. Some Dohenna—those that we have revived—have used the word ‘alien,’ but this is not correct. If you were from our continuum, you would be like us, and vice versa. You call it Earth, we call it Glaenn. But it is the same, the… planes they were on is what was different. An event that we do not fully understand… squeezed our continuums together. Thus, we call it the Compression.” Yse paused and allowed Austin to soak in this information. Raileh picked up where Yse left off. “The Compression…occurred some time ago. We use a different word, but the solar revolutions are the same: about two-hundred twenty of them gone. The Compression was…disastrous for the people of your continuum, to our great sadness. The people of our continuum were accused of causing this event. Although we did not, there was conflict.” Austin gulped. “Are there…are there still humans—people from my continuum?” he corrected himself and asked gravely. There was a long pause. “The Compression,” Yse answered slowly, solemnly “it…vaporized most of the people from your continuum. And the ensuing conflict…” “This is why,” Raileh immediately added, “we have endeavored to revive some of those of your continuum. We have this capability.” Silence. Austin sat, wide-eyed, attempting to wrap his mind around the kind of cataclysm that wiped out humanity as he knew it. “I…I was…vaporized?” he quietly queried, shivering. The women shook their heads curtly, their movements nearly synchronized. “We require…more remains of substance to remake a person from your continuum,” Yse eventually said. “We believe that, in your case, you perished in some kind of internal conflict before the event of the Compression,” Raileh added. Austin blinked and looked at the ceiling. Did they have access to memories he himself didn’t? To his consternation, light seemed to come from no particular fixed point, but everywhere above. Yse excitedly proffered, “The material we acquired to remake you was…scarce. Bone fragments, smears of dried blood and other matter. Your remaking is an advancement of the science!” She was clearly attempting to convey a sense of pride and victory—happiness, even—at the notion of essentially overcoming death itself, a gruesome one at that. To Austin, this had the opposite effect. The heat of rising bile in his esophagus made him cover his mouth reflexively. He stiffened and pushed his back against the table. The screens apparently set to monitor his vital statistics began flashing serious-looking characters in bright, neon orange. The women turned away from him and began adjusting digital dials and buttons. His consciousness faded.
Blinking awake, Austin now found himself vertical, still with his back to the table, as though bound to it by an unseen force. Yse and Raileh were examining him. The cloth that had been covering him before was gone, and he was now completely exposed to their noticeably prurient gazes. “The height leaves perhaps a bit to be desired,” Yse sighed. “But the rest… truly remarkable. Perhaps the best of our Dohenna.” Raileh nodded with a smile that betrayed a mischievous edge. Still a bit dazed, likely due to some kind of sedative they’d given him, Austin looked down. His body was wiry, fit, with defined but unbulky musculature. His skin was healthy, free from blemishes, albeit paler than what his fractured memory wanted to report. Even in his dazed state, Austin felt vivacious, excellent in a primal way he could feel to his bones. But when his eyes drifted to his genitals, he balked. Suddenly aware of the warm, sterile air in the exam room upon his penis, Austin was confused. He was far, far more substantial than what little he could recall from his previous life. “What…what did you do…?” he coughed, feeling a spike in conflicting emotions. The women followed his gaze down, smiled, and then turned their delighted faces back to him. “Those of our continuum,” Yse began, “found something most interesting about the males from yours. The genetic diversity you possess allows for… some fascinating variations.” Austin’s mind reeled, his eyes briefly losing focus. The women, in a state of obvious excitement, didn’t seem bothered by his reaction. Raileh subtly bit her bottom lip and went on, “Once we were able to unlock the genes associated with the characteristics of the penis and the testes…” she trailed off, her huge, keen eyes scanning Austin’s groin. “I’m…a fucking lab experiment? A test tube dick?” the man exhaled, his jaw clenching. Yse did not reply verbally. She merely smiled, reached out and cupped his bulbous, full glans. A pulse of unadulterated, dynamic, hot bliss shot through his body. “Please allow me to explain why being, as you put it, a “test tube dick” benefits us both,” Yse spoke in a melodic, sweet tone with a distinct undercurrent of playfulness. “I’ll put this in terms the people of your continuum understand. In its relaxed state, your penis is now just shy of ten inches. Not only is it very impressive in length, its circumference measures over seven inches. Consider these being merely your flaccid statistics. Because, once aroused…” Yse trailed off, giving Austin’s cockhead a tender squeeze. Another bolt of incredible, soothing and delicious pleasure. He recalled how the women were able to summon strange, comforting warmth to their hands when they had touched him previously. They themselves seemed scientifically endowed with the application of tactile delight. Were they even flesh, like him? How much of his body was tissue, blood, bone? His doubts were being stripped away, as if their touch could inject mind-altering chemicals; this bothered him in a new way, but his apprehension was nonetheless fleeting under the aura of applied pleasure. Raileh added, “Your testicles are equally magnificent. You can feel their weight, yes? Their fullness, how they brim with potency? Testicular hang is a wondrous six and a half inches. You’ll also notice that we were able to suppress the hair growth gene on your scrotum, so they will always be perfectly smooth and lovely to touch.” “I…I…” Austin fumbled to formulate a coherent thought. He looked down and suddenly had a bell-ringingly clear realization. “I wasn’t circumcised before…” he dreamily drawled, confused and undeniably tranquilized by the mere touch of Yse’s delicate hand upon his manhood. “Mmmm,” Yse nodded thoughtfully. “This is a most curious procedure we discovered about your continuum. After remaking Dohenna both in their natural state and like this, we determined that the exposed glans is generally much more pleasant to behold. We were, of course, unaware of the state of your penis from your former life.” “But understand,” Raileh added, “that this body, these genitals, are most certainly yours. This is what we were able to unlock from your own material. This is you, Austin. A purer…perhaps “edited” version, yes. But your blueprint was already there. This is the gift we can give you.” The man took a deep breath. He couldn’t help but notice how open and smoothly his airways operated. A memory of being hospitalized for pneumonia as a child drifted to the fore of his consciousness, the sense-evocation of that weakness contrasting vividly with his current state. A brief rush of power alighted Austin’s brain, and he flexed his still-soft penis against Yse’s palm, eliciting coquettish giggles from the women. Even flaccid, there was a structure, a firmness to his member that made him feel virile and proud on a visceral level. The message his nerves returned from is pelvic floor and corpus cavernosum informed him that, indeed, even with the current formation of his cock, it was going to grow further when aroused. Whether it was the sedative wearing off or becoming used to his newly remade body or something else entirely, Austin’s confidence was growing. “So…you take dead men, rebuild their bodies to your liking and… use them for pleasure? These ‘Dohenna’ of yours… we’re here to be curiosities for your amusement? Or mindless fuck machines?” he asked, bewildered but driven to know. His voice betrayed an accusatory tone, but nonetheless Austin was full of wonder and curiosity along with it. The possibility at a new chance at life as opposed to the void was amazing, but what was the cost? “If we wanted ‘mindlessness’,” Raileh answered conciliatorily, patiently, “that is what we would have created. A machine pumping a large phallic simile is…base, uncouth. But to remake a thinking, feeling man, who can appreciate his new lease on existence, who can choose how to operate freely, free from diseases and the pressures causing them…THAT is a worthy endeavor.” Austin looked away for a moment. “That sounds too good to be true. Why would I believe that version? Why do I have the feeling I’m being set up to be… a sex slave? Or some kind of sideshow attraction?” Yse laughed and squeezed the man’s glans again. “Austin, a slave does not have a choice. And you do. We very strongly believe that, when presented the opportunity to select pleasantness and pleasure, you will. We both want the same things. To live, to know, to feel.” “Austin,” Raileh leaned in and placed a hand on his bare chest, “our anatomy is highly comparable to the women of your continuum. With the greatest difference being that our sense of touch is…sharp. Incredibly sharp. We require a great deal of it, Austin. We adore expressing this gift with each other and the Dohenna. It’s a pursuit that one from your continuum may even say approaches religion.” Indeed, the women’s hands upon him, their honeyed words, made his head swim and his heart pound, such was the effect of their zealotry. A long, loaded moment passed. “We believe,” Yse whispered, “that you’re ready to choose. Will you come with us, Austin? Will you, to use the words of your kind, ‘take your new body for a spin’?” Raileh nodded, adding, “You will notice two doors leading out of this room, Austin. The door to your right is where we would prefer you to go, to be with us. The door to the left leads you to clothing, food, drink, and out to the wider world.” He didn’t respond. The women withdrew without another word, slipping gracefully through the door to the right. Austin watched them go and took a deep breath. There was a low, nagging throb at the very top of his skull that told him it was some kind of trap. But his curiosity was hot, smothering. The women were spritely, petite, standing no taller than five feet each, and seemed to have the ability to control how they radiated their femininity. Did they intend to fuck him, send him away and repeat the cycle with another, newly made man? Did they even have any intention of letting him leave? Something even more bizarre, or sinister? The struggle to know the state of the world flitted in his mind’s eye. Visions of impossibly tall, sparkling buildings, clear rivers and beautiful trees winding amongst them beneath a clear, bright sky called to him. But where would he go? Everything he knew, even if he could recover all of his memories, was long dead. Even if they were lying, they were unequivocably extraordinary. The pull of Yse and Raileh was like a riptide.
He chose the door to the right.
It felt undeniably incredible to feel his penis swing like a pendulum as he walked, the way his heavy sack bobbed and jiggled. The door slid open silently, revealing a room decked out in plush burgundy furnishings and dark wood, low light, a credenza bearing ripe pears and apples. A complete polar opposite to the wan, white, antiseptic exam room. But the principal attraction was the king-size, extremely comfy-looking bed, upon which Yse and Raileh sat, stark naked, exploring each other’s bodies and sharing a large, juicy pear. The moment he crossed the threshold, the women turned their elfen faces to Austin and grinned broadly. “Welcome, Austin,” they said in unison, their voices an irresistible purr. “You made the right choice,” Yse added, with Raileh following, “Take a moment to enjoy the view, please.” It was difficult not to. The otherworldly bluish tinge their skin possessed that had previously set his mind to alarm was quickly forgotten. Their bodies were lithe, nymph-like. Raileh, who only moments ago wore her straight, platinum locks in a bun, had let it down, and it now flowed like little streams of silk over her shoulders to just above her breasts. Those breasts, as Yse’s, were supple-looking, firm, smallish but exactly right for their frames; their tiny nipples sat upon them like cake decorations. Although the women gave the impression that they were worldly, possessed a temperate maturity that only arrived with some age, their nubile, slender bodies belied that. Below taut stomachs, each woman boasted subtly prominent mons pubis mounds leading to glistening, utterly scrumptious feminine petals. Raileh was an innie; Yse’s labia were more exposed, but both were tidy and highly, highly attractive. Yse wore her pubic hair in a delicate, fantastic ‘v’ shape; Raileh’s was arranged into a rectangle. When Austin raised his eyes to meet theirs, he noticed that they were openly gawking at his manhood. Yse’s eyes were a dusky hazel; Raileh’s were stony emerald. Both sets glistered with jubilation. Lost in the allure of the nude glory before him, the fact that Austin was ragingly hard had eluded him. Following the women’s stares, he himself was shocked. His dick was a pure, towering, throbbing pillar, massive beyond his wildest imagination. It curved up to the sky like the beckoning finger of the devil himself. “Please bring that…” Yse faltered, struggling to enunciate her raw desire, “Please bring it to us. Please…” He approached obediently, and they fell upon him, scrambling to their knees before the bed, their hands sliding over his immense shaft. The half-eaten pear, quickly neglected, hit the hardwood floor with a sad squelch. After exploring every bit of him, Raileh and Yse looked at one another and then up at Austin. “Dohenna—Austin—we…we…” Raileh exhaled. Yse, eschewing language, slid the tip of Austin’s swollen crown into her mouth. The memory of being fellated returned to him, but Yse’s ministrations were different. The strange warmth emanating from her hands was even more intense with her lips and tongue. It was as if he was being sucked by a sentient sparkler. The memory of humid summer heat and fireworks scandalized him. The feeling was wild and almost barely tolerable. He gasped as her lips collected around the ridge of his glans and held it possessively, as did the way her togue massaged his slit, coaxing it open. When Raileh popped his right testicle into her mouth and suckled, the urge to explode became nearly violent. The women sensed his body stiffening, and gently pulled away. “Forgive us, Austin, for being so…forward. Your penis is… it is wondrous beyond our words. But the drawing of pleasure is better enjoyed in a more measured way, yes?” Austin panted, his mind riddled with astonishment. He looked down and saw the women grinning at the trickle of pre-ejaculate running over his shaft. “Give…” he huffed. “Give me a second…” The women crawled back into bed and patiently did just that. “Perhaps, before we address your phallus again, you would like to talk? Or rather express your own curiosity with your hands, your mouth?” Raileh offered somehow cutely and sagely. Austin blinked, then nodded. The pull to not just eat, but devour, them was almost supernaturally strong. Both women sussed out this desire, and carefully, daintily spread their legs at the edge of the bed. He must have been staring in a famished manner at their sacred flowers. “It is…the most heartening thing, Dohenna,” Yse exhaled, “to know that you wish to perform cunnilingus. Not all of your kind enjoy this particular fruit.” “Fuck,” Austin sucked in a breath. Suddenly being called ‘Dohenna’ didn’t matter. All that mattered was deciding who to go down on first. Eyes glazed with heavy lust, he practically dove down, immediately covering Yse’s vulva with his mouth. It’s as though he was driven to possess her pussy by making an impenetrable seal, locking away her sex from the rest of the world. Yse fell back on her elbows, half-closing her eyes and lifting her hips to meet his hungry mouth. Raileh turned on her side and drew her lips to Yse’s left breast. Austin sucked and explored Yse’s tender labia with his tongue, mad with joy at her flavor. Images of a clear, mineral-rich spring, freshly baked sourdough bread, the herbal notes of wildflowers danced in his mind as he savored her nectar. The moment he slipped his tongue into Yse’s canal, she ignited. Howling at a pitch Austin didn’t recognize as possible for vocal cords to create, Yse bucked and shook, pushing down onto his invading muscle. Austin wanted to plunge deeper, but after mere moments Yse’s body relaxed and she eased away. She smiled, panting, and looked up at the ceiling. “Thank you, Dohenna,” she exhaled. “I haven’t received the tongue of a man…lately…” The way she said it made Austin think she was being purposely mysterious, perhaps to tease him or Raileh, or both. For her part, Raileh lightly, impishly slapped Yse’s thigh, pouting, “He chose you first.” Turning to Austin, Raileh grinned, her eyes flashing defiantly, and said, “I will not orgasm as easily. You’ve transgressed.” The tone of her voice conveyed invitation, though, and she rolled atop Yse, presenting her pussy and anus to him from the back. As the women giggled and shared succulent kisses, Austin leaned in. With more measured movements, his lips glided over Raileh’s toned, gorgeous buttocks. He made a trail of soft, sweet kisses over them and the backs of her thighs, in an easy circle that drifted as a cloud toward her most sensitive flesh. The women moaned in a way that seemed to convey that Yse could feel Raileh’s pleasure. He tasted her asshole first, and Raileh squealed. “Oh, Dohenna! Gharai!” Austin couldn’t help but grin; although he didn’t know the exact meaning, it was easy to discern that he’d made a choice that surprised his paramour in the most delightful way. He took a long, slow lick up from her pussy back to Raileh’s anus and set to work, probing and swirling playfully. When his index finger, after stroking Raileh’s clitoris for some time, slipped inside her, she broke her promise. With a guttural vocalization, she detonated and collapsed atop Yse. Sitting back on his haunches, Austin surveyed the women. After a moment, Raileh rolled to Yse’s left and sat up, toying with a strand of shimmering hair. “We…I think you understand now, achieve climax very quickly and readily,” Raileh said in a girlish, almost guilty way. “We have them on several levels, recover with speed, always ready for more.” Yse grinned and lightly nudged Austin with her dainty foot on the shoulder. “The ones we give each other as women are different from the ones we receive from men. You have a good mouth, Dohenna. Very good.” His curiosity piqued, Austin looked from Yse to Raileh and asked, “so…the way your hands are warm, when you touch each other…?” The women nodded. “Yes,” Raileh smiled, closing her legs and wrapping her arms around her knees, drawing them up, eyes alight. “When Yse and I touch each other as women, it’s a gesture of openness, acceptance. It need not be upon the genitals. The climaxes are soothing, like…” she paused, attempting to put it into terms he’d grasp, “like a warm fire, drinking cocoa, wrapped in a blanket. Our bodies accept women differently than men, innately. Of course, when Yse kisses my khaer, it is more intense…” “Khaer?” Austin cocked his head. Yse giggled. “It is the slang term we use. You call it ‘pussy.’” “I must admit,” Raileh responded after a bite of her lip, “I do so love the way that word sounds. Pussy…” The way she relished saying it made Austin’s nuts throb, as if she were able to conjure taste and texture just from the utterance, and project those sensations. “Dohenna, is there a slang term for the penis that makes you likewise excited?” Yse queried after studying Raileh as he had. She went on, “Some prefer ‘dick’ over ‘cock’ from the mouth of a woman, or vice versa. And being compared to large mammals seems to elicit quite a response. Does it thrill you when I say you are hung like a whale, Austin? Or perhaps another creature?” Yse’s question was both absurd and titillating. The women cooed when they observed his member flexing and straining. “Mmmm,” Raileh exhaled, “Our Austin possesses such a cock indeed. So powerfully, magnificently hung. The dick of a mighty, mythical beast strains before us, Yse. A fat, long, delicious penis of legend.” Yse cackled in agreement, both women severely enjoying how their words spoke directly to his genitals. Austin briefly considered these lines of dialogue were rehearsed. “It IS delicious. The pre-ejaculate of our Austin’s stallion cock is…mmmm, sublime. To touch his splendid scepter, to imagine how to take it in…” Yse trailed off, closing her yes. Austin noticed that Yse had slipped her hand onto Raileh’s thigh. The latter’s quiet smile told him she was cumming softly. He invariably conjured the image of how his touch would affect them in contrast. “You described the orgasm from another woman, but when it’s a man…?” Austin carefully probed. “We are…very sensitive to touch, as you know, but to pheromones, too. Even moreso. A man’s touch, therefore, in an aroused state, will lead to sharper, louder, crackly climaxes. Not necessarily ‘better,’ as you understand it. You only have one kind of orgasm. It is difficult to explain how we understand this feeling,” Yse explained thoughtfully. Austin bit his lip, unsure of how to ask his next question. It was impossible not to, though, as they had made the desire clear. He was achingly erect, and ravenous to feel the sensation of being inside these amazing women. But, when he had explored them orally and digitally, he couldn’t help but note how tiny they were. “You…you remake men with huge penises, enjoy talking about that very thing, but…” he began and then trailed off, uncertain if he may somehow offend them. But the women laughed. “Oh, Dohenna,” Raileh grinned. “We are capable of accepting…a great deal. Come and see…” Unwinding herself from her position with her knees tucked under her chin, Raileh lay back and parted her legs for him. Yse’s eyes flared and she sat up, eager to observe the moment of penetration. Austin rose, took Raileh’s legs, and set them on his shoulders as the stood at the foot of the bed. Raileh looked up at him giddily. She was so excited that her juices flowed down to the comforter. When Austin brought his titanic erection to her entrance, he briefly had second thoughts. Surely such a size difference would result in agonizing pain. But when Raileh reached down and drew him in, he gasped in amazement. Her canal expanded just enough to take him with the exact amount of friction required to result in mind-melting pleasure. Yse watched, rapt, practically drooling. Raileh was panting and huffing, hardly able to speak. She managed to blurt out, between ragged breaths, “Do not stop, Dohenna, until my body tells you… Give me that cock of a whale, all of it!” To his astonishment, she indeed took him all, over thirteen inches of engorged rhinoceros meat, down to the balls. Raileh writhed and wailed; the heat of her body was nothing less than scorching. Her pussy was impossibly soft, perfectly wet, and endless. The question of how such a volume could be contained in such a small package presented itself but was ushered away rapidly. She clung to and squeezed every contour of his manhood, fiercely but with careful control. He could tell her walls could sense every bulging vein, were acutely attuned to the way his dick curved upward, and craved it all. The streams of orgasms she had, too many and too intense to count, clenching and fluttering on his thrusting cock, were both feral and somehow scholarly. The union between visceral lust and anatomical knowledge was a perfect, overlapping circle. Austin fucked Raileh for an hour, until she took her feet and shoved him away by the chest, his cock springing free with a wet slurp. Then he did it again all over with Yse. When they had had enough, the women lay in an almost catatonic state, still and quiet, eyes half-shut, breathing shallow, silent breaths. He pumped his cock until he loosed a staggering volume of cum all over their prone bodies. They neither resisted nor gave him so much as a look.
About fifteen minutes later, as Austin sat upon a luxurious loveseat on the other side of the room, eating an apple, the women finally stirred. They didn’t acknowledge him, preferring to lick the copious ropes of semen from one another’s bodies and cuddle, giggling and sighing with joy. After some time, Raileh and Yse clambered out of bed, almost as if nothing had happened, took some fruit and munched. Neither woman, apart from being naked and cloaked in the scent of sex, betrayed that they had each just gotten jackhammered from a virile, horse-hung man for hours. Their nonchalance thickened the air. Was this just their culture, or something else? A pang of fear rose from Austin’s balls up to his diaphragm. These women, he considered, could very well have me willingly trapped, ready to fuck me to death. And, if need be, they could bring me back and do it all over again. This concern was most certainly not allayed when Yse, after consuming her pear, turned to him, looked at his cock and quipped, “Dohenna, you are flaccid still?” Rage began to fester inside Austin. Throwing his apple core against the far wall with force, he bolted forth, took Yse’s little body by the waist, tossed her face-down onto the bed, and pummeled her with his mighty cock. He took her pussy. He took her asshole. He took her body beyond the point it tried to reject him. He railed her limp, immobilized form until he was exhausted, slick with sweat and drained of semen. Staggering back, he felt a wave of anxiety, fear and guilt at what he’d done, but only for a moment. Only until Raileh sidled up to him and gently touched his elbow. She hadn’t intervened, hadn’t uttered a word. When he met her huge, irresistible, sparkling green eyes, he understood that she demanded the same thing, that they craved his touch regardless of how gentle or violent it was. They would take it, rebound, and order more. He was not the sex machine, they were. They would never stop making him choose them. Austin balked, running a hand through his hair. He noticed for the first time how thick and lustrous it was now. “No…I…” he stammered, “I need to leave…” But Raileh pressed against him, laid her head against his chest, and claimed the glans of his spent cock with her hand. Warmth. Pulses of joy. The sensation of a radiant, welcoming sun on his skin and a gentle breeze. “Choose to stay, Austin,” Raileh purred. “Please choose us. Choose me here, now.”
Neither door was the correct one. He was sure of it. “Yes…” he whispered. Raileh giggled contentedly, cooing, “Sit, rest, and I shall suckle you with great care until you can do to me what you just did to Yse.” He obeyed, feeling the sparkler sensation upon his manhood. Maybe he would make another decision, eventually. But he was alive. That was enough for the moment. He had so many questions, but they didn’t make it to his mouth. Maybe later he could choose to ask them. No door is ever the correct door.
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Posted on : Apr 6, 2026
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