Sunderscape: Shakti and Chris 02

Then he saw Zaviir, looking down at him from her seat with her legs crossed. While he still wasn't sure about the whole "demon princess" thing, her manner was unquestionably regal.

She spoke to him. "You are indeed a fortunate human, Christopher. Now that Shakti has had her taste, I need a sample for my own people." The barest hint of a smile crossed her lips. A tiny upturn of one corner of the mouth. "A riddle. What is everywhere, can assume any shape, creates life, and holds power over everything—yet humans—and many other creatures—never even notice or think of it?"

Why is she giving me riddles? Are riddles her kink? "The Force?"

She shook her head. "Air." The princess raised two fingers and began drawing circles with them.

Chris grunted. His cock stood up on its own accord. He could feel ... the most bizarre thing. Pressure on his skin, swirling like a sleeve of water, but there was no water. And it felt good. Vibrations rolling along his organ from stem to stern. "Mmmh! What are you doing?" he groaned.

Shakti took a drag from the hookah and blew smoke toward him, smirking. "Watch, dear, you'll get the idea."

As the smoke drifted toward him, it appeared to get sucked into a vortex, forming a tiny tornado around his monstrous erection. Then he realized what was happening. She's airbending my dick!

"Now he sees," mused Zaviir.

As hot, slick precum rolled from the maw of his pulsing organ, it got swept into the air current and whipped into streaks, drawing shiny stripes on its surface. Zaviir began making wiggling motions with the fingers on her other hand.

Vvrrrmmm. There was a deep, rumbling vibration. He felt it ... in his balls! But it wasn't coming from his balls. Their flesh began to vibrate. Air danced at their surface, a low humming more felt than heard. Every square inch of his nuts was being assaulted by sound. Vibrations pressed into the flesh like a legion of tiny fingers drumming at them. Immediately, they began to gurgle and rumble, swelling up.

He closed his eyes. "Hmmmhaagh ... I didn't ... ngh! Know this was possible!"

No one said anything. Chris looked down. He could actually see myriads of tiny ripples rolling along the surface of his sack, cascading around like waves as the skin got a sonic massage.

His cock fell victim, as well. Chris grabbed the carpet, panting as the sleeve of air stroked his cock. It wasn't like getting jerked off—instead of a pumping up-and-down sensation, it was a constant, warm rippling that rolled from the base to the tip in constant motion. The skin visibly distorted. It felt almost like a throat. Glittering micro-droplets of his own precum whirled around in the little twister before getting sprayed back onto the surface in a fine, steamy-hot mist that felt truly bizarre.

When he looked back at Zaviir, her head was slightly tilted. She peered down past her high cheekbones and aquiline nose. Glowing eyes making the gaze that much more intense. The princess continued to gesture with her hands, but that look ... something about the stoic gaze just made the whole experience that much more intense. Here he was naked and prone, a slave to her every whim, bared before her as she molested his body using the very air he was breathing. Yes, the princess was naked, but she didn't need clothes. She was every bit as dignified as before.

Chris bit his lip. "W-why ... hhngh!" Vibrations resonated from without, and the raging of his eager sperm resonated from within, stimulating him from both sides. The hot, sweaty skin of his sack buried his thighs.

Zaviir rose up, all seven-plus feet of her. She sauntered over to him, slow and easy, running an unnaturally-long tongue across her lips.

"A-are y-you going— Mmmpaaahh!" Chris couldn't finish his sentence before a moan burst from his lungs and he clenched his eyes, thrusting at the air, hips bucking uncontrollably. "F-fuck!" The vibrations were traveling into his body now, making him feel wholly disoriented. The precum was spewing from his cock, twisting into a dancing serpent above him before being sprayed outward by the vortex. The air was so dense and travelling with such force that it might as well have been a solid object.

Zaviir seemed to know. She knelt next to him. "You will not have me, Chris. You are not worthy of this." One talon traced the outline of her pussy. Then they gently traced his cheek. "I am not as sybaritic as your 'aunt.' You will have to show me you are worth my time. Which is why I need your seed for analysis. But I suppose there is something you will be useful for."

She moved and once more planted that dripping slit on his face. Chris moaned into that muff, lapping at it once more, but finding it no easier to concentrate than last time. Zaviir ground down. He could feel her hands moving along his body. Sharp claws traced along his inner thighs, giving him goosebumps. They drew close to his groin. Chris slurped at her cunt sloppily, unsure of what to do but lap hungrily. Again he found her clit, drawing his tongue along it. She said something he didn't catch.

Zaviir's fingers slipped underneath the base of his sack where it joined his body. The tips rubbed against his taint. Chris moaned. Then the tips of her fingers began to vibrate. As she ground into his face, she massaged there, fingers slick with his own juices.

Chris bit his lip, making a mewling whine in his throat. And that was all he could handle.

GLOOORCH! His balls contracted, his load detonated, jizz blasted from his tip. GLOOORSCH! GLOOORSCH! Monstrous wads flying from his cock. Liters of sperm gushing through his cock's massive throat, rubbing it from the inside as Zaviir assaulted its outside, finally exploding from the mouth, hot spunk gushing endlessly.

Chris closed his eyes tightly, panting, unable even to concentrate on licking Zaviir. His hot, ragged breath brushed against her entrance and ass. His back arched as he humped the miniature storm. His balls gurgled and gushed. Her claws traced along their surfaces, making him whine. Chris grabbed at her thighs. She ground down, putting even more weight on his head. It was so hot, steamy, and fragrant between her thighs. Demonic musk filled his lungs, only exciting him further. Chris couldn't see, and he couldn't hear anything but the sound of the princess's thighs against his ears.

But he felt plenty between his legs.

BLOOORTCH! BLOOORTCH! His monstrous erection blasted again and again. His nuts shrank, no longer smothering his legs. They crept up closer to his body as they did so. Zaviir spoke. Her fingers didn't relent. She just kept pushing them into his sensitive taint, making him cum harder than he'd thought possible.

It was several minutes before his cock stopped bucking, stopped shooting, and his balls drew up empty. He laid under the princess, gasping and panting.

After sitting on him for a moment longer, she stood up, and much to his own surprise, Chris found himself wishing she had lingered. He licked her juices off his lips. The vortex subsided. His heavy, dripping cock fell toward him. Chris had to actually move his head to the side to avoid being slapped in the face with his own glans. It pulsed hot and heavy atop his chest, veins so big he could feel them working. He rubbed it with both hands and let out a little moan.

His tongue stopped lapping at Zaviir's residue when he noticed the strange white orb hovering above him. The air was visibly distorting around a ball of milky-white goo over a meter wide. Zaviir held her hand toward it.

"Get me something to put this in," she instructed the Galateas. "I must take it with me."

Chris squinted. "Is that my sperm?!" The sight was strange enough to distract him from his cock.

Zaviir nodded. "Yes."

"What ... oh my God. What are you doing with it?" he asked.

"Waiting for a container," she answered.

Chris sighed. "No, where are you taking it?"

Zaviir turned her glowing eyes toward him. "Home."

"But why?"

Zaviir stared at him. Chris gulped and remained silent. She finally spoke after another moment. "You are a very inquisitive human. And quite familiar in tone. I am not sure that I appreciate it."

Chris shook his head, breaking eye contact with the intimidating demon. "Uh ... sorry?"

"I will remind you of your place if necessary." She looked to the Galateas as they brought in two blue plastic drums.

"Very good. Are they clean?" asked the princess.

The Galateas nodded. One of them pantomimed eating and pointed at the containers.

Shakti spoke up. "The drums were used for food. Oil of some kind most likely. We wash the empty drums and use them for different purposes." Chris looked over at her. Her belly was now flat and there were four Galateas seated near her feet that looked pregnant. My sperm did that. My sperm made them all look pregnant. A pang of pleasure gripped his balls.

"Good." Zaviir raised her hands and began waving and gesturing. The floating jizz-sphere spawned two tentacles that snaked out and slipped into the open bungs on either barrel. Chris could hear the drumming as the liquid began to fill both.

Shakti stood up and walked toward him. "You did really good, dear. But don't you think you're being a little lazy?" she chortled, clicking her tongue.

"L-lazy?" repeated Chris. He was too disoriented to understand what she meant.

"That's right. You're being lazy. Letting me and Zaviir do all the work!" She waggled her finger, rocking her hips as she approached. "Just laying there with your cock out all hard! Enjoying the show. That's a princess's pussy you're tasting."

Zaviir shook her head. "I do not believe he is aware of how magnanimous I was. Greater beings duel for the honor of being my seat."

Shakti put her hands on her hips and leaned over him. "And you're still hard, waiting for more!"

"My cock's not—" Chris looked down. His cock was still pulsing and eager! Usually after jerking off twice it'd be limp!

Shakti sidled up next to him and put her foot on his cock, curling her toes to tease under its head. Chris moaned. "It's time for you to start doing some work around here, young man." Shakti smirked. "I didn't give you this gift so you could just lie around letting people serve you."

"She used me!" complained Chris, pointing at Zaviir.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Zaviir is a sweetheart!" cackled Shakti.

"She's as sweet as a jar of olives floating in the ocean!" retorted Chris.

"Your place is service," said Zaviir. "Were I not pressed for time, I would remind you." When Chris looked at her, the last of the floating cum-orb separated into flowing snakes that slithered through the air and into the barrels. The Galateas closed the bungs. One picked up each of the 55-gallon drums. "Come," commanded Zaviir. She looked at a third Galatea. "You. Gather my things." Then she turned to Shakti. "I will send them back once we are finished."

"I'll see you later, sugar," said Shakti, waving as her friend nodded and left. Then she turned to Chris and took her foot off of him. "Well don't just lay there. Get up, lazy-boy!" She backed away.

Chris grunted, slowly climbing to his feet. Or trying to, at least. When he tried to roll forward, his cock pitched down, and its weight along with that of his balls made it hard to get his feet in the proper position. He ended up having to scoot backward and go into a strange wide-footed squatting position. When he finally stood, the great weight pulled at his groin. He felt his thighs working to compensate. The hapless boy stumbled forward, his absurd sack swinging and slapping his legs. "Why did you do this?! I'm so big!" he panted. "How can I go to school now?!"

"We'll take care of it," chuckled Shakti. Her face softened for a moment. "Don't worry, you're going to love it after a while. And you're going to need all of that virility and then some to do your job here." Then she went back to giving him orders. "Now follow me."

She turned around, giving him an eyeful of her rippling, quivering, incredible ass, bouncing with each step. A pang ran through his balls, making them rumble again. "Most of our clientele will take the lead. At least the ones that will be interested in you. Life energy is a precious commodity used by a whole lot of the races in the Sunderscape."

"The what?" asked Chris.

"We'll teach you more later," said Shakti. She crawled up onto the plush bed and got on all fours, grinning and bouncing her ass at him. Her plush, inviting entrance peeked out. Dripping moisture rolled down her soft thighs. "Now what does that make you want to do, dear?"

"Oh, wow, it's..." Before he completed his thought, his cock drooled a golf-ball-sized glob of pre that exploded against the floor.

Shakti chortled. "One of you definitely likes it."

"It's gorgeous," panted Chris, moving closer. "Your ass is so big!"

"The most gorgeous ass you'll ever see, and you have the privilege of grabbing it. Now why don't you stop being so lazy and get some work done?" she asked. "Guess what your Aunt Shakti wants?"

"Y-you ... you want me to fuck you?" he asked, leaning his upper body back to balance his cock. It pulsed. Hard, eager, drooling pre.

"Good thinking! Now, what do you want?" asked Shakti. She licked her teeth, exposing those weirdly-long canines. Piercing, bright-green eyes studied him. She bounced her ass again, making the cheeks clap. Is that what rappers were always talking about?

"I ... this is so weird," panted Chris. "I-I'm still horny!"

Shakti grinned. "So let me hear you say it."

"What?"

"Tell me what you want to do, silly. I want to hear you say it," she purred.

"Oh ... God. I want to ... I want to fuck you," he stammered. Chris had never said anything like that out loud to a woman before, much less one this gorgeous.

Shakti pouted. "I don't believe you."

Chris paused. "Please, I really, really uh ... I want to fuck you ... in the pussy!"

Shakti clucked her tongue. "You can do better. It's easy. Don't think about what to say. Just blurt out whatever's going through your head. And not the one on your neck."

He hesitated a bit longer. But what I'm thinking is nasty! Is this really what girls like?

"How does my ass make you feel?" She bounced it again. It shined with moisture.

Jesus fuck. "Augh! I'm so frustrated!" he finally grunted. "Your fucking ass is just so big and bouncy and I never thought I'd be turned on by a huge fat ass like yours!" He grabbed at the air, half-shouting as he spoke. "I always look at anime girls, I thought I'd be into skinny girls, or tits. You're hotter than an AMD! It's all wet and jiggly and I just want to grab your ass and shove this stupidly-huge dick into your pussy. I can see all the juice and I can see how your thighs are bigger than my body and it's just making me go nuts! I didn't even know I was into black girls!" Chris took a deep breath after finishing his disjointed rant.

Shakti's plump lips curled into a mischievous grin. "I'm not black. But that's what I wanted to hear. Now do it!"

Chris approached her. His cock was so big that it hung at a 90-degree angle from his body, looking more like a battering ram. He gripped it halfway up and pushed the cantaloupe-sized glans up against her entrance. Squish. "Like that?"

"You're doing good so far, sugar," she reassured him. "Come on, it's natural, just push it into me."

Chris nodded and then began to do just that. He shoved his hips, pushed with his feet, grunting as he met her resistance. But her pussy began parting. It was so hot. So slick. It felt so good. So right. The silky walls caressed his glans as he pushed it in. Hot, slick liquid pressed into every groove and fold. Chris sighed, biting his lower lip, closing his eyes halfway. Now that they were going slower, he could savor it.

"Good, mmh! That's it!" purred Shakti, facing straight forward and sighing.

Chris's feet squished through the pre-and-cunt-soaked carpet. He could feel his cock's natural lube continuing to pour into her. Schllrrrsch. Such a vulgar, slick sound as he entered his Aunt. She rocked her hips back, pushing another couple of inches in. About a foot of his organ was inside.

Shakti reached under her stomach and rubbed her hand over her belly. "I can feel it bulging out. You're just so big, Chris! You're my little stud now," she moaned. "Just what I need."

"This feels so good!" sighed Chris. "No wonder people like sex so much! Hnnngh..." Two more inches. Three, four, five, six. Soon he was buried halfway. Close enough to put his hands on those vast, quivering, round cheeks. Hypnotic, inviting. They were wet with sweat and who knew what else. Every contour glistened in the ethereal, colorful light of the room. He panted and rubbed them in circles.

"It's the most natural thing in the world," sighed Shakti. "All life exists to beget other life," she grunted. "Mmhh!" She pushed back again, sinking another few inches in. "Our gift is to choose beyond that."

Chris moaned needily and pushed forward again. The heat that caressed his cock was just so ... natural. Just as she said! Chris's eyelids fluttered. It felt so incredible!

"Did you know that a lot of insects don't even have a digestive system? Multiplying trumps everything," chuckled Shakti.

"Hnnkh!" grunted Chris. Just a few more inches to go. He wrapped his arms around Shakti's immense ass for leverage. "Weird time for a-hhnnnhhhh biology lesson!"

"This whole thing is a biology lesson, dear. And lucky for you, I'm the best teacher!"

Chris felt his cock finally stop. Her ass was against his stomach.

"You're all the way in, mmmh. I can feel all that slick precum inside me," she panted.

He gripped handfuls of her ass and began to thrust his hips eagerly. Smak-smak-smak. Chris leaned his head back and moaned. "I love this!" His heavy balls slapped the bed. Thump-thump-thump. Shakti panted and thrust her ass backward. It slapped meatily against his body, so big it came up to the bottom of his chest. The twin brown hills jiggled and rippled with every thrust.

His heavy balls gurgled and sloshed, drooping lower, lower, and taking up even more space between his legs and the bed. Chris actually had to step back and reluctantly pull some of his pale cock out of Shakti's dark body.

"Try putting your balls behind your legs," suggested Shakti.

"O-oh. Okay," grunted Chris. He lifted one leg, gripping her ass for support. It was awkward, but with how slick his leg was, he managed to wiggle it between bed and ball. Then he did it on the other side. And now he could freely thrust the entire yard-long organ into her. His hips began to move again. His cock plunged deep into the slick heat of his aunt's body.

"You're in my womb," she sighed. "You're going to be a blessing to those college girls."

Chris didn't answer. Her pussy was getting tighter! It rippled around him. The velvety-smooth walls squeezed every square inch of skin. Hot syrup poured around his cock, his own juices squelching and splattering.

Minutes passed as he kept pumping into her. Slick slaps the whole time. Little showers of their juices sprayed out with each eager thrust. Chris's eyes closed. She felt so good. All the little sounds she made were delicious. The feeling of all that slick liquid on his skin. The Galateas watched them with their alien eyes. Part of him actually enjoyed their attention.