Chapter 63: Gena pins Amy against the mattress, her tongue lapping up the rivers of milk cascading down Amy's chest before spearing into her mother's tight pussy, whispering 'We'll never stop fucking, never stop breeding - this is what we were made for.'
The door didn’t lead to a hallway in any sense I understood. It opened into a corridor of swirling, nebulous light, walls that were not walls but shifting patterns of stars and deep violet shadow. The floor was cool, smooth obsidian that reflected the cosmos above. The air was different here—thinner, charged with a static energy that made the fine hairs on my new skin stand on end. The scent of lavender from the suite was gone, replaced by something ancient and metallic, like ozone after a storm.
Gena stepped out beside me, her naked form glowing softly in the ethereal light. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered, but her voice was edged with a predator’s focus.
My body felt alien and intensely familiar all at once. The power we’d taken from the Bull was a warm, humming core inside me, but it was already settling, leaving a new, sharper need in its wake. I looked down at myself. My breasts, heavier and more sensitive than ever, felt tight, a dull, aching pressure building deep within them. A single drop of pearlescent fluid beaded at my nipple and traced a slow, warm path down the curve. It wasn’t milk. It was something richer, more potent. The scent of it, sweet and musky, filled the air around me.
“Gena,” I said, my voice husky. “Look.”
She followed my gaze to her own chest. The same was happening to her. A thin, iridescent stream was leaking from her perfect, dark nipples, painting glistening tracks over the marble smoothness of her skin. She touched the fluid, bringing her fingers to her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second. “It tastes like… power,” she breathed. “Like life.”
The hunger twisted in my gut, lower, centering in my cunt. It was a hollow, demanding throb. The leaking from our breasts was a symptom, a sign of this hyper-fertility, this overwhelming life force that needed an outlet, a vessel.
We walked further into the star-dusted corridor, our bare feet making no sound on the glassy floor. The haunting melody I’d faintly heard before was clearer here, a siren’s call woven from whispers and longing. The corridor curved, and as we rounded the bend, we saw him.
A figure stood guard before a vast, arched gateway that shimmered with contained light. He was tall, clad in armor that seemed forged from living shadow, but his helmet was off, revealing a face of sharp, angelic beauty. His eyes, however, were empty pools of silver, no pupil, no iris. He held a spear of pure light, barring the way.
He didn’t move as we approached, but his head tilted, those silver eyes tracking us. “This path is sealed,” his voice echoed, devoid of emotion, a bell tolling in a hollow space.
The hunger in me roared. He was energy. Pure, untapped power. I could smell it on him—a clean, sharp scent like a lightning strike. My cunt clenched around nothing, wetness soaking my inner thighs. My breasts ached, leaking more freely now.
“Sealed from what?” Gena asked, her tone a purr of false innocence. She stepped closer, moving with that liquid grace that made every muscle shift a promise.
“From what lies beyond,” he intoned, unmoving.
“And what do you think lies beyond us?” I said, stopping just before him. I let my power unfurl, a wave of heat and predatory intent. I saw his silver eyes widen a fraction. He could feel it.
Gena was beside him now, trailing her fingers over the shadowy plate of his armor. “You must be so lonely here,” she murmured. “So… stiff.”
I moved in front of him, so close the heat from my body must have radiated against his. I reached out and placed a hand on the cold, hard plane of his chest. Through the armor, I could feel the thrum of his life force. It was different from the Bull’s—cleaner, brighter, a vintage I was desperate to taste.
“Let us pass,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, intimate register. I leaned in, my leaking breast brushing against the cool metal of his arm. The contact sent a jolt through me. “Or we’ll just take what we need right here.”
His spear wavered. The silver in his eyes swirled. He was not immune.
Gena didn’t wait. She pressed herself against his back, her hands sliding around his waist, down to the fastenings of his armor. “I want to feel you,” she whispered into his ear, her tongue flicking out to trace its shell.
With a sound like tearing silk, the shadow-armor dissolved under our touch, vanishing into motes of dark light. Beneath it, he was naked, his body as perfectly sculpted as his face. His cock was already half-hard, thick and pale like alabaster.
“Now,” I commanded, and it was not a request.
I dropped to my knees before him, taking his cock into my mouth in one swift, deep motion. He gasped, a real, human sound that was utterly satisfying. I fucked my mouth on him, my throat working, taking him all the way to the base. He tasted of cold starlight and ozone. Gena, behind him, ground her soaked cunt against his back, her hands gripping his shoulders, her leaking breasts smearing his skin with their iridescent fluid.
I pulled back, saliva stringing from my lips to his tip. “Gena, come here,” I growled.
She understood, moving around him. I pushed him back against the shimmering wall of the corridor. It held him, conforming to his shape. I guided Gena to straddle his face. “Make her come,” I ordered him.
He was beyond resistance now. His tongue lashed out, burying itself in Gena’s folds as she lowered herself onto him with a guttural cry. “Oh, fuck, yes! Right there!”
I positioned myself over his cock, guiding it into my own desperate, empty cunt. I sank down onto him with a force that stole my breath. He was so deep, filling me completely. I started to ride him, a hard, punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a claim, each withdrawal a theft.
I could feel it happening. The transfer. His bright, clean energy began to flow into me, a rushing river of power that made my nerves sing. My leaking breasts rubbed against his chest, the contact sending waves of pleasure-pain through me. Below, Gena was screaming, her body convulsing as she fed from his mouth, her own energy mingling with his.
“I’m gonna come!” she shrieked, her back arching violently.
Her climax triggered my own. My cunt clamped down on him, milking him, pulling the very essence from his body. I threw my head back and howled, my orgasm a supernova of sensation. I felt his life, his memories, his purpose, all unravel and flood into me.
Beneath us, his body began to fade, turning translucent, then insubstantial. The silver light in his eyes dimmed to nothing. With a final, sighing breath, he dissolved into a shower of pale sparks that were absorbed into our skin.
I collapsed forward, my hands hitting the cool wall where he’d been. Gena slumped to the floor, panting, a sheen of sweat and other fluids glistening on her skin. We were both full, vibrating with stolen power. The gateway before us shimmered, now unguarded, offering a view of a wild, untamed landscape under a bruised twilight sky.
The haunting melody swelled, now a clear, inviting song.
Gena looked at me, her eyes blazing with amber fire. She licked her lips, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. “What’s next?”