In time I come down from my heavenly, ecstatic orgasm, and when I do, he’s waiting for me… Holding me. His hands are on my back and I realize that I’m sitting reclined against them. With seemingly minute effort he lifts his knee and places one foot beneath him, then the other. I barely feel the shift. Now he stands and carries me to the bed, running his hands up my back as he walks. Both of the couples on the mattresses make room for me as he tosses me gently on my back. As I curl downward and my head hits the nearest pillow, he gently kisses my thighs. His breath against my clit is almost enough to set me off again, but with deep breaths and calming focus I hold myself back.
The couple to my left is no longer tangled. Instead, she sits atop him, spread eagle, her legs splayed almost perfectly flat on a single axis. The fiery red hair above her clit catches my eye, and I stare at them for a moment. As his cock rapidly thrusts into her completely immobile ass, I can see just how big it is, and I marvel that she can even take it. He holds her still, and only moves a centimeter or two before pulling back to thrust again. A moment passes, and I look upward. Our eyes meet, and we both smile.
Her voice is heard in a sustained tone of pain and pleasure, interrupted by the rhythm of his motion – a rhythm I can feel in the mattress as well. “Mmm…” I moan aloud in sympathetic, post-orgasmic delight. “You two are lovely to watch,” I say.
Neither of them seem like they are able to speak in this moment, but she signs, “Thank you.” I’m not exactly fluent, but I know enough of the most common sign languages to get by.
I say and sign back to her, “You’re really fucking hot.”
“Hang on,” she signs “Fuck! I’m about to cum.”
I watch her eyes intently as her the first wave of her orgasm crashes against her. At first she just shivers, and visibly tightens. Every muscle in her body goes rigid, every toe curls. She’s so wet that I can see just a little bit of liquid trickle from her as her pussy tightens. My gaze naturally drifts back to her face. It can’t be helped.
Her eyes are closed. Her face is brightly yet darkly red, and tightly twisted. A guttural, growling sound from deep in her diaphragm is rising up in her and at the moment she frees it from her body the entire room can feel it. I can feel more than that, though. A hot jet of her cum splashes against my chin, cheek, and neck. I’m surprised of course, but I’m happy. She only squirts once, very much like I did moments ago.
Still bathed in the bliss of my own orgasm, I look to my right and they are still at it. Ash is riding his cock as though she is honestly concerned that there might not be a tomorrow. On the edge of the bed, Ash is watching, holding himself up on the narrow “top bunk” of the wall-side of the platform. His hand is flying over his shaft, while he watches. As I gaze gently at them and feel the room temperature air cool my wet face, I wonder where he’s going to cum. Just on the both of them while they fuck?
Gradually, my wits return to me and I sit up slowly, but easily. I can tell that he is close. I lean forward and begin a serpentine crawl across the mattresses toward the others. When I arrive, my face is a third point to form an equilateral triangle between the head of Ash’s cock and Ash’s pussy. I watch both of them as well as I can. Some I can see with my peripheral vision, but that doesn’t stop my eyes from darting excitedly back and forth.
The fire between my legs is smoldering, but still very much alive. I can’t stop what I’m feeling, and I don’t really want to. I just don’t need any new stimulation either, so I sit squarely on my knees to deny any enthusiastic hands access to the sensitive parts of me. Watching his grasp slide over his slippery pole is make me wetter, though. Watching him watch his lover fuck my friend isn’t exactly a turn-off either. She’s certainly enjoying herself. I can’t see the face that belongs to the cock ramming into her, but I don’t need to see that he’s feeling very good too.
Everything is happening at once. It’s all coming to a close, and I am beyond excited for this finale. Ash is close to cumming. Both of them. Very close, in fact. Their heightening arousal mounts in a recursive zigzag of attraction. Ash’s pussy starts to quiver and tighten, and a surprisingly long moment after she begins to moan. As the volume of her voice increases the tone lowers. It is a primal bellow. Ash’s cock swells as the pleasure pushes him to the point of no return.
The end arrives. Her cries send him into the deepest throes of his lust for her. Their simultaneous orgasm is too nuanced not to be practiced. I love it. Until this moment I hadn’t decided if I would, but I do it. My lips wrap urgently over the head of him, and suck gently as I run my tongue around it. He howls in spectacular passion, so I suck harder. He screams louder. Everyone is cumming now. Well, everyone but me. The explorer can’t resist the pulsating, spasming orgasm that’s wrapped around him.
There is no bitterness in my mouth, which is a bit surprising. It’s salty, and a little sweet. The texture is… hard to place. Different, but not bad. ‘Atypical’ may be the best word. The cock in my mouth keeps going. He’s still cumming. It’s erupting forcefully into my mouth, coating my tongue and completely filling the space beneath it by the fourth shot. His moaning is strained and desperate. Desperate for it to end yet thirsty for more. I give him more. He’ll have to tell me to stop before I do.
Of course he does, and it doesn’t take long. After his body has squeezed itself dry, I look to his eyes. He gasps and chokes as he looks for his breath, but he keeps his eyes on mine. “That was… extraordinary.”
“I know,” I tell him. My words are dubiously coherent, since I’m speaking while smiling as devilishly as possible with a mouthful of cum. A little of the warm liquid escapes and runs down my chin. Just a little, though.
He motions to Ash with his eyes, and I look at her. She’s coming down, but one leg is still spasming a bit. The thrashing has stopped, at any rate. He’s still inside her, and his orgasm is going strong. As she squirms on his cock I can see it pulse, and I imagine the heat that’s gushing into her right now. She smiles at me and points at her mouth. She opens it and beckons me. This is so showy. I’ve never had such a good time making sex such a performance.
We embrace, and I kiss her deeply. Locked together by intensity that feels like an electromagnetic seal, with cum flowing into her from two directions, she begins anew and my heart smiles for a moment. He is not prepared for her. It is a challenging transition for him to go from nearly finished to full-speed fucking with no segue. She is getting audibly wetter again, and she’s shivering. I put my hand on her throat while I continue kissing her, and nestle the fingers of my other hand in her hair. I make a fist and give it a little pull. She moans with surprised passion. Our tongues glide cooperatively over one another in pure joy as our bodies slide against one another.
Regardless of the men, Ash and I do not stop. My grip on her throat is sometimes interrupted by nails. They’re experiencing a great need to run down her neck and back like the claws of something feral. They do not hesitate, and the will is theirs. The pain seems to focus her, allowing her to be still for a short time. The cum in my mouth has run into hers, and down the sides of her face. To me it’s nothing more than a fading aftertaste, and it’s all but forgotten. Nothing in the universe matters more than this kiss. I swing my leg over his legs, then in turn place my right over her left and my left under her right.
Now I have a hand on the back of her neck, and my arm is strapped across her back, holding her tightly to me. She is shaking, but not violently writhing. The moment our clits touch is a thunderstorm. It manifests as shattered, obscured thoughts and the prickling of electricity throughout the body. For a moment we are held still by the shock of it. We are frozen statues. Even the motion of our tongues ceases.
Moments later, as we begin grinding against each other, I remember that she has a cock inside her. I’m not interested in it at this time. It’s just an odd thing to recall so suddenly in a moment like this. Truly though, I don’t care. I hope he’s enjoying it, even though I can’t imagine he’s anything but massively overstimulated.
She and I are locked tightly together. As tightly as possible. Our legs bend and pull, trying to force our wet centers to grind harder on one another. Our breasts are flattening against each other. I have never felt sexy about the sweat lubricating my body before, but right now I am. It’s necessary. Her neck feels wonderful in my hand. I don’t have to squeeze hard for her to respond, but I am adding a bit more pressure anyway. Only so much that she has to focus on her breathing, not enough to actually obstruct the flow of her breath.
Right now, it’s like we’re in love. I can’t feel the passion of my true partner through her like I can with him, but the intimacy of our touch is not something I’ve never found in a stranger. This is where fleeting passion and true romance intersect. It’s like love-at-first-sight, except that I know now, while it’s happening that it will not last.
I think he’s getting hard again inside her. Fully hard, I mean. He’s not gone soft enough to even slip out of her, after all. Her slippery pussy is reacting to his stirring. She moans, and I kiss her again. My hands move involuntarily to run my claws up her back. Her moan tells me that the pain I caused was at the end of the spectrum of arousal. Any more and the sensation would have no longer been good. I am satisfied that I got it right, even though I had no idea that I was even doing it until I heard her respond.
Ash starts breathing harder, and moments later so do I. We are both fatigued, but with lustful resolve. My body begins to warm. My skin is starting to tingle. This moment is forever, and everything. I am ready to sleep, but I don’t know what will happen if it stops. Like seeing sunrise and knowing that you’re finally coming down after a full night of partying. The orgasms have been at least as good as that too.
“I’m going to cum,” I whisper in her ear in preparation.
“So am I.”
We hold onto each other as firmly as we have thus far. We can feel the rhythm of expansion and contraction in the other’s torso, and soon our breath is unified. With a gentle intensity, we rest our heads on each other’s shoulders. Neither of us can see, but it can easily be felt that we are both smiling at the unique affection that fuels the desire binding us together. When it starts she bites my neck gently. I bite her hard. We are clinging to each other in every way possible, with every part of us that can grasp. Well, I guess she’s using one grip on him…
He is getting close, too. She’s still full of his cum, and he’s already going to give her another dose. It’s creating an unusual quality in the slipperiness of us. He’s moaning a low moan. In truth it’s the most masculine sound he’s made since we met. Still isn’t especially masculine, though. Cutely so, but still a bit. It’s still hot, but in an adorable kind of way.
My mind shifts back to Ash as my orgasm picks up speed. It’s no longer a gentle approach, nor a minor sensation. I am shivering. I am shaking. My teeth clamp down against the flesh of her neck even harder, and so do hers to mine. She starts crying, but not because of the pain. Tears of ecstasy are already flowing down my face by the time she begins, but silently.
Without any warning she is wrenched away from me. He has put his hands on her hips to hold him as close to himself as he can while he fires another load of burning hot cum into her. She is surprised. So am I, but part of me is furious. As my grip around her relaxes she falls back onto him. Her breasts flatten out and lean to my right as she lays halfway on him, slumped halfway onto the mattress while she spasms in the midst of unmitigated pleasure.
In my temporary, mindless rage I seize his throat and pour terror into him from my eyes. He obviously feels it, but he also enjoys it. He’s not certain how far I’ll go. A fraction of a second later I see envy on Ash’s face and I take her breath in my hand as well. As I close my grip on both of them, I can feel the final ounces of pleasure being squeezed from each of us. In the final seconds, my vision blurs and dims, then starts to black out. A final jolt of imagined electricity strikes each of us, and freezes us in our final pose for a few more seconds.
Fin.
Now we are beyond the end, and I finally release them. We are spent. The finale is over, and so is the encore. With nothing left, I collapse atop them. I do it as gently as I can, but with all my weight. Moments after we have fallen collectively into a deep sleep, so thoroughly immersed in comfort and satisfaction that it was as though they were tangible things we could snuggle into directly.
My dreams are disjointed, confusing, and nightmarish. They are still erotic, but that isn’t necessarily a combination I ordinarily root for. Still, the haze and chaos of uninterpretable imagery interspersed with momentarily reliving the best moments of the amazing sex from these last few days has its merit. My darkest, most uncomfortable fantasies are being visited on me in a practical simulation. It’s not really in character for my subconscious to do something like that. My brain must be affected by this reality in some way. It must be… Yeah, it has to be.
When I come to, we’re all in the exact positions we were in when we collectively drifted to sleep. Everything around us is damp, but it’s substantially drier than when we finished. It’s still completely light out, at least. I can’t get a clear read on where in the sky the sun is at from this window. I’m going to have to move in a minute anyway, though. As I stir, so does my fellow explorer. He is very groggy. Downright befuddled, by appearance.
“How are you doing?”
He looks at me through obviously blurry eyes, and as he carefully extracts himself from the bottom of a veritable haystack of humans says, “Good, I think.” After a brief pause, he nods and says, “Yeah, good.”
I laugh at him a little. It’s impossible not to. His hair is thoroughly mussed and sticks out to one side. I can only imagine what mine looks like, but I choose not to. As he gathers his wits I tell him “I have no idea what time it is.”
“It’s still light out,” he shrugs, “Which doesn’t bode terribly.”
“Yeah, that is good. I don’t know if we have enough time to go have a look at the roof again, though. I want to see if we can find that bank Ash mentioned.”
“That is tempting. What about… that thing they talked about, though?”
I sigh, then bend myself toward him. “You’re really out of it, huh?”
“Yeah…”
Slap. He seems a bit better immediately, but when I raise my hand again he really snaps in.
“Better?”
“Quite substantially, yeah. Let’s get up.”
We do. “That’s what I meant, by the way. The theoretical monster. I don’t know how long we have until sundown.”
Ash says from below us “Sundown is fine. It doesn’t come out until it’s dark. You’ve got a little time. Probably about five hours, by the look of the shadows.”
“Oh,” I say, “Thank you. What time does that make it?”
“I don’t know. 14:30 a.m.?”
“Sounds about right,” Ash says as though it makes sense. “Maybe 14:00.”
“Huh?”
“Unfixed day length. Don’t ask.”
“Alright… Yeah. Whatever.”
“Okay,” the explorer says, “Let’s have a look around for a couple hours and then back downstairs to meet up with Emily and Xandra?”
“That sounds good. I’m looking forward to meeting them… And finding out how much information I’m able to get out of them.”
“Whoa…”
“Oh, relax. I’m not going to torture them or anything. I’m just interested to find out more.”
“Wow. Not what I thought you meant. I guess there is one thing I could share. Emily and Xandra are apparently part of some kind of underground investigative organization.” We exit the room for the nearest stairwell.
“Yeah?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he says, “I’d have mentioned it earlier, but by the time I was deciding to trust you a little we had gotten kinda sidetracked.”
“I suppose we had.”
“Anyway, they say they it doesn’t have a real name, but I think they’re lying. Just a gut feeling. If you’ve heard anything about the Dissonance or the Disharmony though, apparently that’s them. Us, maybe. Seems like I’m being recruited.”
“Well you’re able to see the wrong amid the right, so it makes sense that someone with those goals would want to acquire your trust.”
“It does, I guess. That is basically what they told me the criterion was. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if Ash and Ash are members.”
“Yeah… Think they’re watching you?”
“Not sure. I didn’t get the impression they were organized enough for that. It also sounded like there aren’t all that many of them this close to the epicenter.”
“The what?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s what they call the highest intensity point of reality’s unusual symptoms around here – including, but I don’t think limited to – everyone’s insane sex drive.”
“Wait, they’ve measured this?”
“Not precisely, but they told me they had a good idea. Apparently, it’s a ways out. Like, a long way out. I think she said the closest she – or anyone she’s spoken to on the subject – has been is about thirty leagues out.”
“How the hell far is that?”
“Ninety nautical miles.”
I’m giving him side-eye while I stare straight at him. “And how far is that?”
“About a hundred miles.”
“Wow, that’s really far.”
“Yeah.”
“Who around here even has ships at their disposal?”
“I don’t know. I was too distracted to ask.”
I put my face momentarily in my palm. “Of course you were.”
The stairs are up ahead, and we look briefly at each other. We both point the same direction, agreeing on the best route to the section of the roof we were looking for, so our conversation continues uninterrupted.
“I hear that, but it was just an hour or two after I first washed in. I hadn’t had much time to adjust yet.”
“I guess that’s understandable, but damn. I would like to know more.”
“Understood. I suspect they’ll be able to answer a lot of your questions.”
“Yeah, but will they be willing? Truthful?” There’s an extremely awkward pause. “I just don’t have any reason to trust them.”
“You seem to trust me, though.”
“Not enough to automatically trust your judgment. Especially where it concerns something as fucking hard to judge as people.”
He opens his mouth to speak but something stops him. “Yeah,” he starts, “That’s perfectly fair. In deference to my position, I don’t really trust them, but what they told me matches up to the available data, and since I don’t specific cause to think that they have motive to deceive me, I have elected to use the information they’ve shared with me as a starting place.”
“Wow.” My eyebrows are high, and my eyes must actively refrain from rolling a little.
“Yeah, I know.”
“That sentence was a journey.”
“I said ‘I know’.”
“I accept your reasoning, and I appreciate you clarifying. It helps to see that you are occasionally as lucid as I need you to be.”
“You’ve really appointed yourself the leader of this expedition, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” I tell him in atmosphere completely free of irony, “I have.” After several moments of silence, I ask, “Do… you have a problem with that?”
“No,” he says with adorable enthusiasm, “I do not.”
“Good, then. Glad we sorted that out.”
“So am I. You are really fucking hot.”
As I consider the honesty and purity of the tone with which he speaks, I find that it is impossible not to smile at his words. It’s… nice. It isn’t inappropriately romantic, or cheesy, nor sexist or broish. It’s just nice. Not the way I’d expect to hear that phrase in a place like this. The sunshine, the beach… The surfers in long trunks obsessed with their long dicks. The casual approach to orgies too, for that matter.
When I consider it honestly, I haven’t met anybody here who’s been mean, or even more than slightly rude. I guess whatever’s making us all docile, sex-crazed imbeciles diminishes our hostility too. Even I am struggling to keep up my normal fiery wit and volatility, despite abnormal stress and frustration. One more thing to file now and analyze later.
We’re nearing the stairs to the roof now, though it’s taking a while longer than I feel it should. In fact, the hallway has an odd curve to it that I don’t recall. He seems puzzled as well, which I find only marginally reassuring, but it helps a little. Enough for me to keep walking. When the corridor straightens out, I am more alarmed. It stretches far further from us than it should, but of course it is not really elongated. The windows are the same size, just spaced further than I recall. The lights are the same. It’s vaguely darker, too. Or acutely dimmer, possibly.
“Did we take a wrong turn?” I ask.
“What do you mean? I don’t think so.”
I look about the room and gesture, “This is weird, right?”
“It is, but I can’t really say how.”
“Are you sure?” I ask with incredulity. Then, however, I blink. Suddenly things are closer to the way I remember, if only in a way. It’s more that what I remember is more like this. I do not like that feeling.
“Yeah. There’s obviously a lot of differences. It seems bigger, but I’m not sure. I can feel the differences, but the longer I look at it the less I can see them.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Nor I. It’s unsettling.”
Somewhere, someone opens a door and a soft breeze pulses through the corridor. The cool air forces the little hairs on my neck to stand erect, and there’s a tingling behind my eyes. Deep into my optic nerves, in fact. A wave of dizziness staggers me and puts my hand to my forehead.
“Are you okay?” he asks with sharp concern.
“Yes,” I respond as quickly as I am able, “I think so anyway.”
“That’s good, but let’s find a place for you to sit down just in case.”
The urgency of his response feels like too much at a visceral, emotional level. Too intimate, or too assuming. He isn’t, though. He hasn’t been. Regardless, I really do need the help, so I accept it. He takes me by the shoulder and leads me to a nearby bench, which in my haste I fall dizzily onto, and with force slouch against the brick wall upon my landing. He puts a hand behind my head before I hit it. The metal slats are painted brown, and in my haze, I mistake them for wood. Of course it doesn’t matter, except that I am extremely surprised by how cold and smooth the object is. My thighs clench, my eyes widen, and I inhale sharply. For a few seconds I even shiver… Violently. He sits next to me, and runs his nails along the shaved side of my head.
The sharp sensation against the soft, short bristles lining that part of my scalp feels good. It’s soothing, I think is what I mean. The way he touches me is… appropriate. In any moment or situation, he somehow knows. There should be a word that means “unnerving, but at the same time comforting”, I think. It feels wonderful. Also creepy, and… other things.
He pauses. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. Except, worse. Everything looks the same as it did a minute ago, but it’s harder to remember what I did before. Like this version is real and my memories are nothing more than daydream.”
“…That doesn’t sound fun.”
“It isn’t. This has been bad enough when I trusted memory, but losing it on top of losing my mind…” I trail off for a moment. “I need this to stop. Really.”
“So do I. We’ll figure it out, though. Once we talk to X and E we can figure this out once and for all and head inland to get away from this… mental haze.”
“Yeah. That sounds good. There really is something quite calming about you.” Something quite suddenly falls into my perception which was not there before. Appears, really. Suddenly aware, I point across the hall at another boarded-up door and say, “Was that blocked off section there last time? Or, I guess maybe I mean ‘was that section blocked off last time we passed by?’”
“To both questions: I think so.”
“Okay,” I say hesitantly, “Maybe I just didn’t see it.” That feels wrong, but I am so unsure of everything that I don’t say anything more. “Let’s go.”
“If you’re ready.”
“I think so, and I don’t want to waste any more light.”
He sighed in agreement. “Right you are.”
I reach out and he guides me to my feet. When I find my balance he lets go and lets me lead. We walk past the sealed chamber and look for the other door. To our left the stairs to the roof run counter to our current direction. “Upstairs, or detour?”
“Let’s check it out. Could be what Ash was talking about. We are on the right floor.”
“Likely even, and I’d have just walked on by. At least I think I would have lost the light looking for it.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Either way, let’s look around before declaring victory.”
“If you insist.”
“I do.”
The exit is around a corner. As we turn it, we find the walls angle in several places to create a half-assed faux curve. The door is made of thick, tinted glass, framed by brushed steel with a dark bronze finish. It’s extremely out of place. The metal matches the radiant brown light that fills the odd and cluttered alcove.
“How did we miss this?”
“At this point,” I sigh, “My bet’s on villainous sorcery.”
We both laugh and moan in one vocalization. Not in unison, but we both make the same bizarre sound. I kind of like it. It’s nice to have a friend in these circumstances. It’s only been a short while since I found myself here, but those first few days were far more frightening than today has been. Not counting falling through nothingness to another place and then back. Or being told that there’s an inconceivable beast that hunts humans and wanders at night…
“Shall we?”
He reaches for the door at the same moment I do. We both take one end of the long handle and open it together.
