hand caressing it.
We walk into a clearing and now I can barely manage to stay on my feet.
“It’s OK,” the first girl says.
Someone is removing my pants, hand caressing me all up and down my legs.
I’m very fucking hard now. And I’m not gonna lie. This is like a dream come true.
I have been around my share of princesses, but they were never mine. They were just employees.
These girls feel like mine. Like they only exist for me.
Wait. I shake my head and take a deep breath. I’m here for Corla. This is a breeding ceremony. She is my soulmate. We are going to connect.
Again, I vaguely realize, then chuckle. Because I just fucked her very hard in the last… whatever the hell this is. Dream? Glimpse? Who knows?
Who cares?
“That’s it,” one of the girls says. I’m lying down now. One girl is already sucking me off. I reach down and grab her hair, winding it up in my fists.
Another gently pries my fingers off her and the hair falls out of my grip. “No, no, no big man. Be nice now,” she chastises me gently.
But I don’t even care. Because another girl straddles my chest and then eases her pussy right up to my mouth. I grab her hips and begin to lick her. She tastes like a sweet slice of tushberry fruit.
I’m just starting to really get into it when they stop. The girl gets off my face and the one sucking me lets my cock slip out of her mouth.
I blindly reach for them—and I do mean blindly. Because I can’t even manage to open my eyes now. I’m in the middle of an intoxicating sex-induced fever dream.
Or drug-induced. Could go either way.
“Move away, girls,” I hear someone say.
Corla. Oh, for sun’s sake. It’s her. Finally. My Corla.
“Let me get a good look at him.”
I want to open my eyes and see her. Just gaze at her as she lustfully takes in my body. It’s very hard though. My eyes do not want to cooperate. But I concentrate. This might be my last chance. How do I know if I’ll come out of this and pop into another opportunity with Corla?
Because that’s what this has to be. I don’t know what the spin node is doing, but it’s quite obvious that I’m being cycled through different scenarios with Corla. It’s all about Corla.
I force them open and all I see is a bright mass of silver-white light.
Yes. She is mine. She is all mine.
And in that moment my second cock emerges and hardens. Almost instantaneously.
“What in the sun god’s name—did you girls already bring him to climax without my permission?”
There is a chorus of denials.
She grabs the girl who caught me in the woods by the arm and throws her aside. And that’s when I get my first real glimpse of my queen.
“No,” I say, barely audible. “No,” I say again. “Not you. You’re not her.”
“Shhhhh,” Queen Corla says, bending down towards me. “What do you have here, Crux? Hmm? What did you do to make your second cock pop out like that before his time? Is this a trick?”
There’s another chorus of denials from my fluffer team. Something about tests, and assurances.
I regret opening my eyes. I want to close them again. Like… now. And forget I ever saw the thing hovering over top of me. Because she sounds like Corla, and they are calling her Corla, but she is… she is not my queen.
She is old and wrinkled. Hundreds of years old by the look of her. And her face looks like it’s melting. Thick, deep wrinkles cover her entire body. And I can see them all because she’s naked.
“What happened to you?” I blurt.
“What?” she snaps. “What did he just say?”
My team of girls begins to back away from her.
“Get over here,” she commands them. “Help me. This one might just be the one Akeelian we’ve been waiting for.”
“No,” I say, even though I know I am that man.
She holds her hands out and the girls support her as she climbs on top of me. Once she’s settled on my hips, she takes both my cocks in her hand and begins to pump them.
“You’re not her,” I say. “You’re not her! We’re the same age!”
She laughs. Throws her head back and laughs. Her neck is nothing but layers of loose skin. Then she stops abruptly and stares down into my soul. I feel my eyes glow bright when her white eyes lock with my