Athens, Greece
Bethany was more than wet. Her pussy quivered and clenched on the fingers of her unknown partner. She leaked all over him as her orgasm started to creep closer. With chitons and peploses flitting and fluttering about the room, she was erotically embraced by Dionysian blizzard of sexual fury and white fabric. One hard cock rammed into her ass while she rode another. The hot pussy in front of her was slippery with itself, as well as her tongue.
Blood pumped fiercely from her heart and coursed through her body with great vigor. It felt like it was going to rip right through her veins from the intensity. She was being stretched and penetrated deeper than she had been in recent memory. The pain was about to overtake her pleasure, but both were so intense she endured, despite the overwhelming effort it took to do so.
The end was near, and Bethany knew it. With a practiced flicker of her eyelids she readied her implant. The interface came online, but she dismissed it with a subtle flick of her neck, altering the direction of her gaze only minutely. The image in her vision slid quickly to the next pane, leaving her sight unobstructed. She wanted to look up at the woman she was now fucking with three fingers. She struggled to remain upright against Bethany’s skill.
She was the first to cum, lightly splattering the chest of the man she was standing above. Bethany came last. The men inside her ejaculated almost simultaneously. The sensation was particularly stimulating. Throwing herself over the edge, she clamped down hard on both of them. She moaned loudly enough to summon the attention of an entire Athenian orgy. The unrelenting intensity of her pleasure forced their cocks out of her as she peaked.
Rapidly cooling cum was sliding down her thighs, she was strongly motivated to get back somewhen they have showers. ‘And photosterilizers… and radiostatic decontaminators,’ she thought, ‘Ugh.’. Feeling so filthy that she couldn’t voluntarily go another second without a thorough sanitizing was a uniquely awful feeling, but simultaneously kind of turned her on.
With two people slowly collapsing atop her Bethany quickly extracted herself, winding through the undulating pit of bodies with serpentine grace. She stretched as she stood erect, and a bit more cum ran out of her. Once she was out of the main hall, it only took her a few seconds to find a corner devoid of other humans. As soon as she was alone, she activated the implant and signaled the drill op for a return conduit.
Home
Once home, Bethany’s night was more or less normal. Briar was waiting for her at the exit aperture. She heard his voice before she had fully escaped the head-spinning chaos of being forced through a singularity that she was not dimensionally suited to. Just as she got past the origins of her existence, she made out the sounds “That was bold.”
Moments later, as her memories of learning how to read, write and comprehend language started to return, she processed those sounds as words, and within a few more seconds she understood them. Inside a minute she was coherent, aware, and anchored once again to a single point in the fourth dimension with a fixed rate of progression. “What was bold?”
Briar raised an eyebrow in suspicion, “Do you know who you were fucking?”
“As a matter of fact, I don’t.”
“Okay–”
Bethany interrupted them. “I don’t want to know.”
“What?”
“Right now. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, or when we start examining the data.”
“Alright… Well, they were important.”
“It was a room full of important people.”
Briar raised their hands in surrender and said “Alright. Moving on. What do you want to do tonight?”
“I don’t know yet. I have to be clean, though. You can join me in the Shower, if you want.”
“Calling that a shower is an insult to all showers and to the very concept of metaphor.”
A sweet, sarcastic voice came from the hallway, “Wow. Someone’s in a mood.”
“Azami!”
“I thought you were still hanging out somewhere down conduit three.”
“No, I took the afternoon off. I was not doing well after the early interplanetary stuff. I don’t care for that ‘no gravity’ thing.”
“I get that,” Bethany said, thinking back to one of her first long term excursions. Of course, it was one thing to play in a sandbox and quite another to implement changes on a live system. “I don’t think I’d make it now, with all the extra stress.”
“Yeah,” Briar said, “That’s why nobody thought it would be wise to send you on that one.”
Azami lightly and playfully slapped their arm with the back of her hand. “Rude.”
“Thanks, love.” Bethany smiled and kissed her. “Okay. Shower now.”
“But what should–”
“Now!”
The hum of the sterilizers always gave Bethany a headache, but it didn’t matter. Moments after she stepped inside every dangerous microbe on her body was being eradicated, and within minutes, everything inside. With a deep, refreshed breath she stepped into the decontaminator, where her body was scoured by pulsing waves of heavenly light and ultrasonic vibration. When she stepped out, her body hummed with sensation. The bright tingling impacted her vision as much as her tactile nerve endings.
“Better?”
“Very refreshed.” Bethany took another deep breath and said, “Let’s go get a drink.”
Azami and Briar looked to each other in surprise. “Okay.”
What seemed like moments later, they were in their cozy corner of their cozy just-off-campus coffee shop and bar, curling up on the soft sofas with. A single human with a guitar performed alone, seated on a tall stool, in front of a tall microphone. The stage was large enough for a crowded band of four, and she was only minimally illuminated by carefully arranged strands of cafe lights.
Each of them sat with a latte and a spiked hot cider on the table between them. Factually the evening was not unlike many they had shared there, but it felt quite different. They did not speak of it, but with the experiment itself well underway, each of them knew that they were facing the end of the middle. It was bitter cold outside. The crispness of the snowy air still clung to their sweaters and scarves, and its sharp contrast against the thermal, luminescent, and emotional warmth of the place that surrounded them served as a nearly inescapable metaphor.
Lost for a moment in the voice of the musician, Bethany and Briar were surprised by Azami’s voice. “Hey!”
“Hey!” A practiced, gay voice said back in delight.
Bethany identified him and said “Marcus!”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Please. How have you been?”
“Oh, you know, pretty much the same. Researching the long term neuropschyological effects of prolonged usage of higher dimensional travel on sentient life. It’s more or less a hoot.”
“Sounds like it.”
“That was sarcasm.”
“I know,” Bethany paused and finished her drink, “It’s just relevant to us.”
“It… is? What the fuck are you up to these days?”
“Bethany!” Azami quietly but urgently stopped her from speaking.
“I just meant because we do a certain amount of traveling. Geez.”
“Yeah… It sounded like you meant something else,” Marcus told her.
“What is your research looking like these days?”
“It’s sort of hard to describe. The project took a weird turn when I damaged my isolator.”
“Uh… damaged how?”
“I don’t know that we can explain without taking you through about a thousand years of boring math and mundane stories.”
“Sound like advanced research.” Marcus said, “Also, I love those things.”
“I know how you do,” Briar said, “But we want to know how you’re doing! Who’s the guy we saw you with the other day?”
“I think you’re talking about Saiid. We were on our first date.”
“First or only?” Azami asked playfully.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
The four of them chatted and caught up as the night wore on, and after another drink they had moved the conversation successfully off the topic of work and into personal gossip. By midnight they were all ready to get some sleep before long days. “Yeah,” Marcus said, “I think I will call him.”
London, England
Briar’s cock was harder than steel, and they weren’t even touching themself. Nothing compared to sucking off the Queen’s favorite. Master of manipulation, of language, imagination, and of course, Briar. The quill standing tall in the inkwell in the corner filled their mind with metaphors, and they could wait no longer.
“Are you close?”
“No.”
“Are you ready to fuck me?”
“Yearning.”
“Please.”
“Ask again, whore.”
“Yes, sir. Please fuck my tight little ass.”
“Mmm… I like being called that.”
“That was an easy guess.”
“Is that an insult or a compliment?”
“Both, I think.”
“…I like you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Bend over, then.”
Briar said nothing else until they were done, and neither did Bill. He was almost violent in the way he fucked them. They’d never been fucked like that. He had a pleasantly tapered shaft, so they were only in pain when he was all the way inside. A jaunty rhythm of agony, and pleasure took hold of the. A melody in notes of ecstatic joy and bright pain. They knew the metaphor didn’t exactly fit, but it’s what happened in their head. ‘Maybe a composer next. Someone Baroque.’
After the exquisite blowjob he received, Bill was very close to the edge. He gritted his teeth, and began fucking them even harder. Nails dug into Briar’s thighs and they knew what was coming. The slight change of angle that came with his final thrusts pressed perfectly against Briar’s g-spot, stimulating them in just the right way to push them over the edge too. Of course it was at least as much that they were getting the opportunity to fuck their linguistic hero that pushed them there. The both of them could feel it rising in them. For a moment it seemed as though they would cum together, but it took one final bit of stimulation for Briar.
As his orgasm took hold of him, Bill lost all but the faintest edges of control, and raked his nails across their back. With hot jets of cum now firing relentlessly into their ass, the final semblances of external awareness fell from Briar’s mind as they shot their huge, hot load all over the roughly hewn wooden floor. Five strong pulses and many seconds of dripping pleasure later, they finished.
Having nearly fainted, it was a challenge for Briar to move away, but their tryst had all but passed out, so upon regaining a bit of strength they helped him to his bed and laid him down. With the love of their literary life unconscious, safe exit was a smooth process. The operator was a bit rough, pulling them back with particular force around the mid torso, nearly folding them in half.
Owari Province, City of Nagoya
“Yeah?” Azami asked him as she slid her breasts up and down over his hard cock. It disappeared completely between them, even when they were all the way down. “That feels good?”
“Yes. You are forbidden from stopping.”
“What if I do?” she asked, slowing the motion.
“There will be… consequences.” He moaned deeply and arched his back as she returned to pace.
“Am I going to finish you this way? Are you going to cum in this perfect, soft nest I’ve made for your cock?”
“Very tempting, but no,” he said, regaining his composure, if only slightly. “Climb atop me. Our first meeting must finish with me inside of you.”
Azami backed off and changed position. As she straddled him she found that he was wider than she expected, especially at the base. It was a reminder that feeling and looking are very different. “Fuck!” she yelled, then followed with his name. She yelled it twice as she started fucking him.
“Why do you call me by that name?” he asked.
“It’s simple,” she said as she paused a moment and pulled back
“Enlighten me.”
“It is the name the people conjure when they think of your cunning, and your ruthlessness.”
“I see…” he said, pulling her back down. She once again enveloped his cock.
Gently, steadily sliding up and down, she asked him, “Does this feel good?”
“Indisputably.”
She tightened and relaxed around him in time to her movements. “Can you imagine this night going better had you selected anyone but me?”
“Absolutely not.”
Azami smiled, feeling deeply gratified and subtly amused. “Good.”
The encounter was enjoyable for her, but quite short – as it always is with men of power. She felt him tense beneath her. The feeling was curious. He arched his back with great force, but locked it only an inch or two off the bed. His chest and arms went rigid. Next his legs spasmed a bit before following suit. When his toes curled, she felt it. A stream of cum pulsed into her. It flowed with great pressure, and it was unusually hot. Almost painfully.
A relaxed breath escaped his lips and his head rolled to the side. He had lost consciousness. That was convenient, but not exactly what she had expected so she checked his pulse, listened to his breath, and made sure there was no blood in his mouth. Since it seemed like he hadn’t suffered a seizure, stroke, or aneurism after some cursory diagnostics, she was ready to go. Without another thought to her present surroundings, she activated her implant and felt the familiar pulling sensation of the drill. Being snatched up by the false vacuum of the bridge had always been a curious feeing, but being pulled off a mostly hard cock with cum dripping from her pussy was truly unique experience.
Home
“Did you mean to do that?” Briar asked the very moment of reentry of normal spacetime.
“Of course I did,” Azami said, “Why?”
“You know that he was supposed to get assassinated that night, right?
“Yeah. So?”
“When you interfered with that kunoichi he lived until his general put a knife in his back in ’82. It dragged out the Sengoku until 1615.”
“And? You said to do something big in Japan.”
“Yeah, but I thought you were going to stop Fat Boy and Little Man or something, not fuck a vicious warlord.”
“Oh, sure. Because finding out what happens if the Axis wins is definitely something I want a part of.” Her voice was drenched with sarcasm. Utterly sopping. Still, for safety she added “But not actually. Also, how the fuck would I stop those planes?”
“Yeah… That’s a reasonable point.”
“It is. Besides, we agreed that sex and conversation are the most impactful things we can do with our existing skills.”
Briar sighed. “I see your point. Still caused a lot of problems.”
“Yeah, but he obviously wasn’t a butterfly.”
“No, he wasn’t. Sounds like you’re hoping we’ll find one.”
“I’m not! I don’t want to shred the fabric of spacetime any more than you do. I just want to prove conclusively that time travel can’t do that.”
“Seriously, Briar?” Bethany asked from behind them, “Look what you did to Renaissance Europe.”
“Of course you’re right… I just get scared, sometimes.”
Bethany put her hand on their shoulder and said “It’s okay, love. You’re with us, and we won’t let anything happen to you that doesn’t happen to us. Whatever comes, we’ll be together.”
“Forever,” Azami added, desperately hoping to comfort them.
“You’re right, I know. It’s important work. I just can’t imagine being without you.”
“And we can’t imagine being without you.”
“And we won’t have to.”
“Now, let’s go get cleaned up before one of us has to get treated for the pox, or something.”
“Or pregnancy. Ugh.”
While they remained in the frozen zone, they could spend as long as they liked in the Shower. Touching one another while being palpably bombarded with invisible rays had never stopped feeling strange, but months hence it had started to feel uniquely good. Wave after wave of varied length and color crashed against their skin like invisible, rainbow tides against the shore.
Six arms slithered with amid them with serpentine grace and grip. Once they felt clean it was more than just arms. It had been some time since the three had been together. Their tangled embrace lasted an infinitesimal moment in the world of their lives but could have lasted hours in the broken, isolated fragment. They loved each other, and it was good to feel it physically, together.
With refreshed hygiene, all three were rushed in putting on their own clothes. They were happy to be out of their period vestments, but they were also late for their evening plans. “You’d think as time travelers we’d be able to be on time for stuff once in a while.”
“I feel like that would be an abuse of the technology at our disposal,’ Bethany said.
“Also it would make us really fucking sick.”
“Joke.”
“It’s hard to tell sometimes.”
“That’s why I say ‘joke’.”
“We know.”
Versailles, France
A very hard, and unsurprisingly large cock slid into Briar’s very tight ass. They moaned against clenched teeth. Lying on her back beneath them, Azami licked up and down their shaft while she got fucked by… Someone. A duke? Perhaps a prince. She wasn’t really looking up, and he was partly obscured by Briar’s body leaning over her. She curled her body upward just enough that she could wrap her mouth around the head of Briar’s cock. As the stranger held her hips and drove into her, she allowed the vibration of pleasure in her voice to massage the tip of her partner’s hardness.
The long, dark hair of man the fucking her swayed and flowed with the motion of his body. He called to someone across the room. “Renee!”
A tall, beautiful woman in an exceptional dress began walking over. Azami could see her between Briar’s left leg and arm. The dress was colored in blue and indigo, and adorned with gold. Given their location, probably real gold. In the style of the placetime her makeup was quite extensive, but it was impeccably executed.
When she appeared at their side, Briar recognized her by the way she kissed him. It was his dark hair against the blonde locks piled on her head in an elaborate sculpture that made them so readily identifiable. Briar smiled at the two figures before them, and then grinned at the thought that Azami had no idea whose cock was inside her. She was going to be so excited, and they could barely wait to tell her.
The slick shaft fucking their ass was like an unrequited love finally taking his pleasure in their body. The tension and tightness drove this man wild, and it was obvious how close to orgasm he was by the look that Renee was giving him.
“Good to see you again, Giacomo.”
With a slight nod of acknowledgement and respect, he simply said “Madame.”
“Maybe you’ll stop by my chambers later?”
The man inside Azami asked “And what about me? Shall I just sleep with my wife tonight?”
“I’ve no objection to that, but I would happily welcome you both into my bed.”
“Would you now?” Giacomo asked.
“With no doubt.”
“Then so shall it be,” the other man added. He finished his drink and said “I’ll see you both tonight. Right now I see that the Venetian delegation has arrived, and I’ve six or seven young ladies and gentlemen to attend to.” As he pulled his short but wide cock from Bethany, he looked down, frowned ironically at not having made her cum, then looked to Renee. “Take over for me, will you my love?”
He kissed her, then pivoted on his heels and strode confidently toward his new targets. Renee knelt gracefully and leaned seductively between Azami’s legs. Her technique almost unbearably exquisite, and the vicious passion she displayed in her ferocity to complete the unfinished task of her lover was almost romantic.
“You taste of him.”
“And others, I’m sure.”
“Indeed,” she slid a finger inside Azami while she spoke, “It would be a fun game to see how many of them I could guess,” she puts a second finger inside her, and slowly begins fucking her, “But I don’t think I’d be able to give you the focus you deserve.” She pushes a third finger into her.
“I would not be able to say if you were right. I haven’t been catching a lot of names tonight.”
“Another time, then.” She looked down at the fingers she already had inside Azami, then to Giacomo and Briar. “Do you think she can take another?”
Before they had a chance to answer, Azami yelled “Yes!” with a certain urgency.
The very thought of this is what put Giacomo over the edge. He buried his cock as deep as he could in Briar’s tight ass. Feeling the heat of cum rushing into their ass, Briar was very close.
“Oh, looks like your friend here is going to burst just from feeling Jack’s cum flow into his ass. How delicious.”
“Excuse me for a moment,” Azami said. She tilted her head up to take Briar’s cock in her mouth, but he bucked his hips forward, spraying cum all over her chest and belly. She caught one of his balls in her mouth and tightened around it to force him to hold still.
Without further delay, Renee shoved all four fingers in. She was rough, but not so rough that it didn’t feel good. Very suddenly, Azami was cumming. There was no real build up. One moment she was just feeling great, and the next she was at the peak of orgasmic pleasure. She could barely even feel the few small drips of cum that fell from Briar’s still-hard cock as he stood up. She just felt electricity. Burning, yet drowning in an oceanic wave of satisfaction. She tightened around the fingers inside her with such force she worried that she might break one, but when the pain was too great Renee pulled her fingers away, making way for a hot, wet gush of pleasure. After Azami stopped shaking, spasming, and twitching, Renee leaned in and kissed her, then returned to the crowd.
“Shall we?”
“No. I still need a few minutes.”
“Half an hour?”
“Deal. Come cuddle me?”
Lesbos, Greece
Bethany’s voice cracked and echoed against the rocky shores as she erupted with ecstasy. The hands, tongue, and mind that worked their sensual will upon her were legendary, but even so the degree of pleasure was unbelievable. An orgasm that stabbed into her with hot tingling was almost too much to bear. When the wild, involuntarily muscle contractions had slowed, and the long tongue teasing her from deep within had pulled out for the last time, she softly began to laugh. Tears of confusion, joy, relief, and great release streamed searingly down the sides of her face. As she lay there, her partner sat up, and slipped gently atop her.
A voice from above Bethany said “Take me.” The melodic, poetic cadence of just those two syllables made her shiver.
“I think I need just a minute.”
“That isn’t want I meant.”
“What, then?”
“You told me where you’re from… when you’re from. I want you to take me somewhere.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“I am. Have you never been asked this before?”
Bethany felt a little embarrassed, but said “You’re the first person I’ve told.”
“Are you going to get in trouble?”
“Absolutely, but this work is more important than that.”
“Shall we, then?”
“Okay, yeah. Where do you want to go, and when?”
“Well, there’s someone I’ve always wished I could meet…”
City of Troy
Resting between the glaring sun and dry sand, even the air was parched. It desperately stole the water from those who braved the desert in a vain effort to hydrate itself. Nevertheless, the city itself was utterly beautiful, particularly when viewed from the sandstone balconies of the palace. A recitation of unique poetry and a declaration of royal authority were all that preceded the passion to come. Bethany recited the word with her companion, knowing the fragments which survived to her time by heart. She stood to the side while the two women of legend she had brought together gazed into the other’s eyes.
Though it did not surprise her, Bethany was a little disappointed to discover that she was not blonde. As much as she wanted to join in, she refrained for the moment. Their conversation was a dance that Bethany was not versed in, and it was far to captivating to interrupt. Their words, their voices were… They themselves were beauty incarnate, and intertwined. Had the gods been given their choice of form, surely some would have made themselves in their image.
When their sentiment turned from the dew of night to the glare of the sun, it was clear that they needed each other as much as they wanted. It was the sort of desire which isn’t truly known until confronted with it, and cannot be understood until it has been indulged. The entangled couple stumbled together toward the nearest royal bedchamber.
Bethany followed them unceremoniously, unwilling to miss the event, whether or not she participated. They tumbled onto the bed, and she drew quite close. As they cast off their clothes, coarsely woven, beautifully dyed fabric hung in the air for a moment before it fell. Soon they were completely twisted together, like someone attempted to braid them together by their limbs. The heat within and without was accelerating their lust. Their skin glistened in the sunbeams, and their breath roared with the beating of their hearts. Guttural, unabashed noise echoed through the sandstone chamber as their pleasure mounted.
Even watching them was intoxicating. In moments their voices began to harmonize. The tone resonated with equal density in all space. Its mesmerizing grasp pulled Bethany toward them, and she fell. Though she did not know to whom it belonged, a hand reached from the chaos and pulled her closer. Deeper. Soon she was enveloped, and incorporated.
What happened next occurred outside time, but it lasted forever. Truly, a part of each of them would live in those moments forever, never letting go of the bliss they found in each other. The writhing conglomerate of passion, sex, and curiosity carried on for hours of real time. One of them would cum and the others would attend her, then another, then another. When the bed became too wet with them, collected their breath and scurried to the next room to continue.
Finally, their perceptions of time returned to a normal flow. Within seconds all three of them were asleep. Gentle, beautiful dreams flowed through their minds, kissing their desires like breeze on a dandelion. After hours had passed, Bethany was the first to wake. Her eyes were greeted by the dancing light of torches lit by the guards. She gently kissed the woman to her left. “It’s time to go.”
Home
Briar and Azami were waiting with crossed arms, feeling terribly anxious that there may be no way to avoid serious disciplinary action now. They didn’t wait a second longer than necessary. The very moment she emerged from the gateway, before she’d even had time to fully reform in normal spacetime, Briar said plainly “What the fuck, Bethany?”
“Seriously. What went through your mind?”
“When?” Able to tell that they were really upset, Bethany held back a bit of a giggle.
“You know perfectly fucking well ‘what’.”
“She asked.”
“You talked.”
“Yeah, but she wanted to go, and I wanted to put this theory to a real test before we start the analysis. Seemed like serendipity to me.”
“Be that as it may,” Azami said, “Why would you think this was a good idea?”
“Have you even checked on the thread, or are you just reacting to the decision itself?”
“Oh, I checked it.”
“And?”
“Four hundred years of temporal chaos in the Mediterranean.”
“…Awesome.”
“Not sure I’d call it awesome, but she’s not entirely wrong,” Azami offered, “We’re still here.”
That was it. There was no further conversation on the subject. They cleaned up, dressed, and went home in total silence. Once they were home everything was aggressively normal, to the point of feeling off. That feeling waxed and waned, but Bethany could tell that they thought she had gone too far. For weeks it was like that. Months, even.
Exactly one year after Bethany’s final sojourn, they were ready. As their timepieces simultaneously struck the appointed hour, they filed into Professor Gerania’s office. Azami handed the thick, paper copy of their dissertation to her.
She read the title aloud. “There is no Butterfly: A Practical Analysis of Algorithmic Temporal Prediction through Nonlinear Determinism in Live-Line Chaos Systems. Catchy.” The room would have been breathlessly silent, but for the rippling, wobbling sound of pages turning echoing from wall to ear to wall and back again. As the professor scanned the seven page table of contents, each of her students wondered independently if she had requested the paper copy just for the dramatic sound it would make. Seconds masqueraded as months while she examined the overview of their findings. “You did this?”
Two of three were thrown by the unnerving sound, but one voice emerged honestly. “We did.”
Icy, almost foggy eyes peered at them through antique reading glasses. “And you understand that this isn’t what we talked about?”
“That work has been included as well, Professor.”
“We just built upon that it.”
“At a practical level.”
“I can see that.” She sharply spat the words, then locked silence with them. “Well,” she controlled the room with her voice, “I look forward to reading this.” Each of her students sighed in cautious relief. “And discussing it in your ethics hearing.”
