Under a Starless Sky novel Chapter 69

Shen had the realization she was crazy as fuck. Crazy as fuck wasn’t a clinical definition, but he lacked clarity on what to call her. “And you were worried I wasn’t scientifically orientated,” he said.

“The words I am using are precise; they are psychological, not metaphysical,” Xana said. “I am okay if you operate from the metaphysical perspective of lighting chakras and engaging me with tantric energies, merging energies- as the bio-emo-psych attributes will be in alignment. Metaphor and abstract thoughts are as good as placebos.”

“You said it has to be consensual,” Shen said. “It can’t be consensual as long as I am not free to say no.”

“You are free to say no. I will not fuck you if you say no,” Xana said.

“I am being coerced,” Shen said. “That’s not consensual.”

“I am not responsible for what my wife does to you and your friends. You are not my property,” Xana said.

“But you could free us,” Shen said. “Free us, and I will fuck you.”

“I can send avatars to the surface, but I cannot engage you there. Only here. This deal is for here only,” Xana said.

“Will you keep your word?” Shen said. “Will you free us?”

“I promise. You impregnate me, I will see you and your friends safely back on the surface of the world,” Xana said. “I don’t like it. You will live longer, happier lives here. But I will free you when the contract is completed.”

Shen drank the contents of his glass in one go. He sat it down on the tray.

“Okay,” Shen said.

Xana swept the items off the med-table. The bottle and glasses broke on the floor. She lifted Shen and laid him on the table. She mounted him, her feet grabbing rods on either side of the bed, grasping them as easily as if her feet were hands. There was no foreplay. She simply pulled up her nighty and his gown and slid him into her. She was either that wet or the sheen of oil was indeed oil, as she took him with no resistance. He was lubricated as soon as she sat on him; but he felt the transition between her bio suit and her personal equipment. Her grind was seriously strong, and pushing and pulling on the rod added to her force and weight. Two of her hands pined his hands above his head. Two hands held his head. She forced her tongue down his mouth, rolling it just enough that he could get air. They whistled a strange sound that was escalating in pitch that was panic, urgency, and pleasure all together. He felt her plunge the depth of his stomach and the strangeness of feeling pressure and movement on the inside simultaneous with the external pressure of her body and rhythmic sliding of breast against his chest resulted in him dissociating. Her breasts moved against him. The nighty felt oily, moving against him like a shower curtain blown by a breeze. She stopped kissing to stretch out, her tongue coming out in a slow, uncomfortable yet immensely satisfying, like blowing ones nose and pulling a solid strand that went from nose to brain completely out- like pulling a worm out- the pleasure was just getting it out. The end of her tongue licked and rolled, bringing stomach content with her. She swallowed and seemed satisfied. She rocked him harder, changing pitch and position, her legs moving as if she were riding a bike. Her breasts rolled on and off his face, and at one point he thought she might unintentionally smother him with breasts. His face slipped between the breasts and they buffed his ear, and he shivered through his whole body the way he might when listening to an ASMR video. She sat up straight, arching her back. Her wings went up and splayed out. The tips folded and came together at the forehead, the third eye and tickled him. Suddenly they were in a mindscape, fucking. Normal human size bodies banging and rocking an RV home. The home smelt old, dusty. It felt like a memory but it wasn’t is. Light circled them. Books flew opened and fanned through all the pages as if ghost were speed reading. Musical notations, mathematical notations, magical foreign scripts, stars and rainbow, spectral sparks, and geometric lines of atomic particles colliding rained over and around them as if they were in a storm.

Their minds and emotions became entrained. Their heart and breath came as one. They came together. The mechanical arm overhead cleaned the floor of broken debris and retracted. They finished together. She hovered over him.

“That was nice,” Xana said. “And you’re still hard. I am going to continue.”

Xana leaned back, grinding, massaging her clit with one hand and massaging her own breast with two other; one hand held Shen’s neck. She brought one hand from her breast and reached behind her to massage his balls. Her wing tips brushed him from face to chest and back. He found himself in another constructed memory. There were elements that were definitely his memory, and then things that weren’t- he assumed they were her memories colliding with his. He came again. Over the course of several hours, she took him to half a dozen new settings in his mind, and he lost count of how many times he came. One of the memory fragments he was her- Xana being assaulted by Kali. Another memory was Kali being more kind and affectionate after an assault. When she was finished, he was half asleep from exhaustion. He was aware that she cleaned him. She kissed him. And she went away. She whispered in his ear- “Continue to give my wife a hard time. I don’t want her to suspect anything.”

निर्मित

Kali was angry. “Stop fighting me. Have some fucking dignity.”

“Fighting you is my dignity,” Shen said.

“Cooperate, and I will allow you to wear clothes,” Kali said.

“Fuck you!” Shen said.

He was pulled out of the corner, manhandled into positioned, secured, and manipulated until Kali got what she came for. She seemed less satisfied than usual.

“Your counts have been declining over the last week,” Kali said. She looked at him. “Is the honeymoon period already over? Do I need to bring some strange in here to get the counts back up?”

“Fuck you,” Shen said.

Kali jumped on him, she fucked him while pounding on him. He didn’t enter her as easily as he went into Xana. The distinction between penetrating her suit’s orifice and hers was palpable. It pushed like going through sand paper and he thought she might break it off; it took four or five thrust before he was lubricated enough to tolerate the whole depth of her insides, and side hair scraped at him when she came to high. She pushed her tongue into his stomach, tongue fucking him until he passed out from tongue asphyxiation. When he came to, she was hovering over him, petting him. She was clearly satisfied, still surfing the afterglow.

“Say fuck you again, and I will do that again,” Kali informed him, without apparent malice or anger.

“Fuck you.”

Kali jumped him again, fucking him and tongue fucking him but prolonging his consciousness experience so that he was aware that she was getting off to this, and then she snuffed him- making him orgasm at the same time he was passing out from asphyxiation. She was still on top of him when he came to.

“I do think you like this,” Kali said. “Say it again.”

“Just like mother use to do it, only she fucked me in the closet under a tangle of clothes,” Shen said.

Kali laughed. “The smell of women clothing smothering you gets you off? I could bring you panties from all sorts of strange.”