City and Garden, Tower and Temple

Mania blinked slowly, and for but a moment her fingers clenched into a nervous fist, but her lips alit with a new and growing grin. "Then let's fuck, Melancholy. Something beautiful may be tasted on our kiss, the water of our pussies may mix into something enlightened."

Their bodies crept closer together on hands and knees, and with every inch fewer between them they felt a greater connection, like magnetic force. Melancholy appreciated her counterpart's plump pink lips, and the slight curves of her body which now became clearer as the golden chainmail was cast to the stone floor. That skin grew radiant in the unseemly moonlight, a gloss which shimmered like stars over that naked body.

A kiss slowly grew between their mouths, first a gentle experimental process by which they accustomed to the taste of the other. As static began to spark within their wombs, senses began to melt together with higher orders; Mania's hair smelled like deja vu, and her tongue tasted like the sky. Melancholy's eyelids struggled to stay apart; though she craved every star-shiny cheek upon her partner's face, a sinking euphoria demanded her to rest her weary mind and be carried away.

Mania's first touches, like silken stripes of moonlight, traced Melancholy's shoulders, and her kiss ventured beneath Melancholy's chin. Hearts skipped beats when those blue locks were gently swept aside and the skin beneath taken. As if she had goaded herself forward, Mania's tender hand ran softly over a boob, and squeezed. The electric glow in both her breast and her pussy coaxed a first quiet squeak from the solemn one.

"Your tits feel like clouds of imagination," whispered the valkyrie in the ear of her new lover; Melancholy shuddered.

At some point in their kiss, a lithe leg slipped over another, and they were poised to scissor. Each could feel a simmering heat in the few cups of air that separated their labia from one another. Their lower lips were slickened to a sheen, and twinged with bliss as they brushed coincidentally against each other for the involuntary twitching of hips.

When finally their clits clashed, in a manner like the first meeting of swords in a sundown duel, that electricity which had been building in the space between them finally burst, and both erupted in exaltation. "Fuck!" cried Melancholy, as she snatched her valkyrie closer, and rammed her pussy into the embrace of Mania's. They both were swept into a panting, hurried fervor, each bucking for a touch of pleasure from the other's body.

Their ravenous fury cooled when their clits failed to meet, and so they broke to hold one another close. "Slower this time," Melancholy suggested, and they began to grind.

A salty scent filled the henge as their labia together whipped their juices into a glistening foam. Like the bow and the lyre they made music with their motions and accompanied it with their keening song; they were one as an icon of tribadism, every inch of pussy sealed to another, not a sensitive mote left uncaressed.

While her mouth kissed Mania's shoulders, her hand cupped a butt cheek and pulled closer. All of those troubling worries that plagued the solemn one were nibbled away by the swelling nexus from which that minor orgasm radiated. On Mania's boobs she squeezed for stability; instead, what resulted was a more arousing, whining symphony. "You're making me cum," whispered Mania as those pink-nailed fingers pressed into Melancholy's back.

"We venture that place together," Melancholy stammered. Her words were choked by arousal, which like the first rolling clouds of an impending shower darkened her soul with horny desperation."Where we haven't been since we were the same mind."

"Yes. You who were me once can be me again. What you feel is what I feel. Cum fills us both."

Their moans began to blossom, like a lustful, spritely spring, into a magnificent orchestra. Into the dark expanses of once-scuttling flora, their rapturous screaming echoed. They heard their own voices come back to them, and curiously, they stopped hearing their own, only the other's. As their wombs pulsed at the apex of cum, they cried to the unlit sky in one voice.

Each felt the other's senses like their own; so indistinct were the feelings of their body, like they always had each other's mind. Their wombs filled with an electrifying joy in the same beautiful color. In their unity, they had the same orgasm, they kissed only themselves, and hugged so closely that no border could be found between them.

Their three eyes were closed in ever-ecstasy, their hair shined a starry white. With a final, ascending exclamation, their name in a language never spoken, they called their orgasm Serenity.

***

Qora swallowed a mighty breath as he breached the terrible ground. As he clawed for purchase about him, he coughed up dust in wispy clouds, and tousled the dirt free from his earth-black hair. His sword was gone, lost to rot away in the Gardens; he missed it, for before him was a newer, stranger place.

An underground expanse was dotted with homes of gray and cracked adobe, stacked atop each other to ascend only a fraction of the way up the colossal cavern walls. Only darkness emanated from their windows, and no human soul wandered the streets, though chilly air indicated that some essence yet ran riverlike through here.

Most chilling of all, more than the dry and frigid air around him, were the creatures which towered on spindly legs over the buildings. Emaciated and without arms or heads, these things which had no means to perceive, wandered aimlessly in grand, hundred-foot strides. Their footfalls made no sound, not even when they fell just ahead of the place Qora stood.

His wild instincts were overwhelmed here, ears scouring for a sound that would not happen, eyes scanning a dead and unmoving environment. He damned his own thundering heart, and ducked into the cover of a house.

He emerged at the other side of those bleached halls, and saw it, a great mirror, cracked and at the cusp of shattering, reflecting in a million colors the single face of Melancholy, Mania and Psychosis. In front of the monument sat, cross-legged and still, the one with whom he'd fallen victim to the mandragora.

"Psychosis?" he ventured. "Are you well?"

"The City Where You Saw You. I believe I know what that name means now."

He took a seat next to her and appraised the mirror. All that stared back was her face on thousands of different people, with identities unknown.

"Could you identify which one is me?" she asked him, sliding an exploring hand to his lap.

"If I saw you, I would recognize you," he replied, and embraced her by the slender waist. For a few silent moments he appreciated her blushing nose, the way her emerald hair ran like laminar flow behind her ears. "How could I forget how suited your lips are for sucking my dick, or how precious your viridian eyes are in the sunlight."

Her expression did not shift, even as she took her caring hand to stroking Qora's immense shaft. "They all have my lips, they all have my eyes."

"They have your lips, but they do not suck the same. They have your eyes, too, but they do not see the same."

"You are lovely sweet," she sighed; she kissed her fingers and touched them to Qora's balls. "Such creation, such chthonic empathy, in your balls. It's not your fault."

"What isn't?"

"Every moment, I bleed identity. The swallowing eidolons drink it up, stealing it from me. I find it harder to justify my own existence with every moment."

"You exist," Qora said, incredulous; nonetheless, he intended to care for her. "You are here in my very senses." He cuddled her closer, but he felt no warmth from her still body. "Here in my touch. Here in my sight."

"You don't get it, don't fucking get it..." she whimpered, cloaking her face in her pallid hands. "You are as imaginary as me."

"I'm not--"

"Yes! Idiot, beautiful idiot! I am her, and she is everything!" she leapt to her feet and charged the mirror with fists drawn, punching to no effect the splintered glass. "She is you, and Mania and Melancholy! The mandragora and these walking nightmares are egregores of her own unconscious!"

Qora followed her and touched her waist, but was swept by her hand. "You and I are things with names, Psychosis! Both of us, we have lives, we have thoughts!"

"Those are her thoughts! Your thoughts and my thoughts all swim together in one brain! I exist only in the senses of you-her!" Greenish fluid began to well in the beds of her eyelids. In a blink, she was at him, clutching him by lithe shoulders and staring swords from her streaked face into his. "Qora, you are the dream dreaming; when she wakes, you will wake, and I will be nothing! She will take you from me! She will take me from me!"

Things that Qora had not yet had to reckon with, questions that this place had not yet leaked into him, started to whisper in his ears. "Are you here forever?" they asked him. "Is there any escape?"

"I'm sorry, Qora," Psychosis mumbled, salty tears drying in lines on her cheeks. Her fingertips were fading like ink in the water, carried away on psychic currents. "If you make it, if this place does not break you as it has broken me, fuck her hard. It may be the closest I ever get."

"You will forget her; she is only a dream," said the voice again, slow and lurid, darker than Psychosis, but of her timbre. Qora's frightened whispers could not drown it out; a sound like static shock echoed in his ears, and at his fingertips came an esper sensation, and his peripheral vision broke down into component colors. "She is too broken to please you anyway."

"No," his response rang, twinged with a creeping desperation. All depth was gone from his vision, as if one eye was closed. "All may worship me. My cock is for the world."

"What world? You are just a piece of imagination, an engram inspired by someone you are not. Someone who is gone. You are but material to which the womb-mind will cum, ever unthinking, unto eternity."

"I'm not..." He looked around, for what little there was to see; he saw himself in the great mirror, the shrapnel of himself shedding piece by piece. He could not see Psychosis anymore. "I'm here. I'm alive."

"Your cock is for her pleasure, so use it to please."

Before him was countable nothing, an absence which he grabbed by the hips and pressed his titan cock into. It enveloped him in sucking, squeezing void; that void he felt was electric, and the silencing pleasure infected more of his mind, silencing higher thought as it went. "My cock is for her."

"You are forgetting all but nothing. You are a glorious image in her tapestry; she is all that you are, what you are forgetting is even less than that." It was no longer a voice that spoke, but a script, in an uncanny language of higher dimensions.

Qora thrust and thrust again, blissful vacuity squeezing his colossal shaft, coaxing forth something like precum but more numeric. When he spoke, he said no words, only firm, but softening ideas. "No, I'm..."

"Your balls are her wellspring."

"My balls..." His senses were spread over a greater, thinner distance with every fell moment. His essence was flagging, flickering, but something in him had not given up yet. There was still an id, his id, a lingering akashic trigger that was not yet dust. "My balls are her suzerain."

"No. Your cock is her wand."

His grip was infirm, his hands naught but intention, but they squeezed firm boobs, unmistakably. "My cock is my scepter."

"You are the lover who is only in her dreams."

"I am the one she worships, I am the thing she cums for." The heat of panting, lolling tongues caressed his cheek, and his sack became slick with illusory juices. His pistoning cock, of no shape but much gravity, bounced from an imagined cervix.

"You are... fucking me. You are just a sexy eidolon to which she imagines submission."

"My cock is righteous truth, to which all things pay fealty. All things lust for me." With his fanged teeth he clamped on flesh like a rutting creature. A greater vigor spurred him onwards; a second xaeic wind of carnal fury overtook him.

"They lust for you because you are their creation. I lust for you, though you will forget me, because you are her creation."

"They lust for me because I earned it; she worships me because my cock is biggest. You give me pleasure because pleasure is my right!" His palm cracked against soft ass, and a small, nearly imperceptible yelp of ecstasy crossed his senses.

"You... you are fucking me still. How can nothing have such a majestic cock?"

"Because I am. Despite this place, I am." He could count there the secret number of bliss, and so he counted over and over; it grew larger with each cycle.

"Your truth feels so good; your cock is a shelter in the storm."

"You feel because you are, Psychosis. You cum because my cock is in you; you moan because you crave me. Uniquely, you crave me."

"I feel. I cum. I moan. I crave," a new voice, real but weak, joined in the oblivion tryst. It sweetly sighed a hot euphoria; it touched Qora's face. "I feel, and I cum. I moan, because I desire you. I do these things because I am. Because I am-- because you deserve it!"

Realer, wetter flesh embraced Qora's cock, over every long inch it squeezed him in sentient desperation. An orgasm began to gather within his body, shaking like gilded panic, sparking from his fingers to his wild, beating, feeling heart. He shuddered as he stood the edge. "Do you feel it? With your boobs you feel my touch, with your lips you taste my kiss."

"Yes! With my pussy, I make you cum, Qora!"

With primordial force, like the first thundering thought of the universe, Qora came. That fluid like azoth, like khi, shone like seven suns, and in uncountable gallons burst forth from his powerful shaft. In thick jets, it swelled within his partner; what was the last moment an incorporeal fraction of a thought now filled, like lightning filled the sky, with jizz. From fingers to toes to heart and soul, it took a person's shape.

It saw with three inky eyes and floated long, murky hair the crushing black of mystery. He looked in awe upon the unblinking visage of Providence; behind her naked body the City settled back into existence as though she willed it.

She gave him a tender, full smile twinged with a lascivious intent. "And with my lips, I suck your cock."

***

He had in those three deep eyes seen a rolling green pasture, in which he now walked, lonesome and serene. At his east and west rose two suns, one black and one white. Breaking the horizon was the flaming temple and at the top of its tiers its chained mistress, awaiting him. Here he was awash in the loving kiss of Kyn, or a satisfying facsimile thereof, as he had not felt since the warm body of Schizophrenia last enveloped him.

For just a few quiet moments he sat among the long grasses, and swallowed deep the air, in which hung heavy the lily scent of pussy. His soul was nourished on it, and he, as much as his feral, greedy cock would permit him, was content.

"Qora," said a peaceful voice in that same airy timbre which he had grown accustomed to hearing from every mouth. He stood to greet it, and found three eyes, closed as if asleep, veiled by loose strands of star-white hair. "Do you recognize me?"

"No, though you are familiar."

"When first our mind broke, I split down the middle. Two women stood in my place; two bodies, both me. No longer; I am Serenity again."

"Then I know you." He extended his hand to her; when she took it warmly, his other slid to her rear, and clasped her to him by her ass. Their mouths twinged with lustful magnetism, close enough to taste the other's breath. "I'd prefer to fuck all of you rather than only half."

"And now you may. My pussy is yours-- united, ascended, and so, so wet."

Another touch graced his hips and a gentle nose nuzzled his shoulder; by its measured, deliberate affect he knew that it was the touch of Providence, followed him into these viridian fields. "A radiant joy has appeared in you, Qora; it shines through your skin and warms our breasts."

"Here is a place like Kyn..." His contentment yielded to a forlorn sigh, and he toyed with their breasts as he continued. "It is nice, and you two could please me so, but I belong in the world of my birth. I must try to make it home."

"Then come, Qora," said Serenity with an unwavering smile, clement, ginger, and with the weight of worlds behind it. "We will go before the womb-mind, and we will douse ourselves in sex together; a monumental foursome awaits."

"Your balls are two ways to one place," said Providence. "Your jizz will mend us disparate pieces into a new, wiser whole. One who can feel you with her hands, and smell you in the air of Kyn, and so, put you back where you belong."

They each took him in hand and together they strode the long distance to the bottom of the mastaba, tickled by strands of grass, their march the only living sound among the plain. Through a hundred ancient, cracking stairs, crept a hundred black dahlias, from whose petals that heady scent emanated. At the shining apex, haloed by cerulean sky, was Schizophrenia.

Her hair was now floating tendrils, made of the spectral black substance of dreams, and tipped with searching, desperate eyes. By her arms she was chained, and knelt upon the temple's stone altar, imprisoned here by her own cracked mind. Qora was sad to look upon her, but was warmed by a lustful hope, that with Providence, Serenity, and his cock, he may be able to break those shackles.

Searching for answers in the eyes of his companions, he found only smiles, and motivation to climb the pyramid. The flowers parted to ease his ascent, as if even that troubled creature could call out to him from the clutching depths of sleep. With every nearer step, he tasted her kiss all the clearer, and missed it dearly.

They reached the blazing peak together, and as the two ascended thoughtforms flanked their womb-mind, he said, "Schizophrenia," but what emerged was an arcane and near-silent syllable that stirred her. All his khi spoke it with him.

First her lips smiled at the greenish edges, and then her eyes fluttered open to show whirling iridium. "Qora," she said. The air grew sweeter, and the two suns reflected from her glistening labia. "My shining, my eidolon of sex. Haloed by the xaeic stars, you come, in the company of two of me. You are tired, though your spirit has not faded; you have endured a great challenge, haven't you?"

"We have endured much," he agreed; not even the peace of the plain could wash the well-won fatigue from his body. Yet, it was worth it to look upon that pussy, to feel his cock inside it, and bring these disparate mindparts into one.

"Your colors have never been brighter, sweetest wildling, victor in the mind. Your body, the shape of every constellation, awes and arouses me. Your cock, the size of the universe, demands all of my adoration." Providence on his left, and Serenity on his right, lifted his colossal shaft, and inched him closer; before Schizophrenia was that beautiful citadel which had fucked her before, and with a contented sigh, she kissed its tip. "Take this trophy, my sweet, earned in ancient aeons."

With her tongue she spoke pleasure in quaking lances, making gentle, moist rings around him. Qora sighed as he grew harder, his cock now standing on its own; he wrapped his arms about the waists of Providence and Serenity to ease his stance. Schizophrenia's wet worship sapped away every agitation, and he could finally enjoy that which he had desired since the tower. He nearly fell into a passionate kiss with Serenity, and with it felt every compounded lust which had grown in her since the Archimedium.

As his hands squeezed both yielding chests, as his mouth tasted both desperate kisses, his cock was being taken farther into Schizophrenia's caring blowjob. With slick lips she stroked him, with roaming tongue she massaged him; a tense and magnificent glow followed in their trails. "Fuck," he moaned through Providence's mouth.