Another day.

After the absurdity of the act was complete, Donovon was in the bed, alongside Loriad’r, as they lay looking at each other, his eyes were wide open, taking in every facet of her being, from the smallest details, of the specific hex code of her eyes, hair, and entire form, as he took in every aspect of her mind, as well.

And the only thoughts within her head were those of constant affirmations, wanting him to be even more aggressive in his actions, and ‘What’s for dinner?”’

This brought Donovon’s mind back to the matter at hand, as he came to realize that she wasn’t really having the best time, to Donovon’s absurdly black and white view, so what was he to do? Well… He would listen to her.

And in the spirit of occupying her full attention, he made haste with his secondary actions, as he summoned thirty other Donovon’s, as they stood stark naked, gazing at the two in the middle, as they all went to work, piling atop Loriad’r’s form, in an amorphous blob of carnal desires, as thirty one men of Donovon’s exact appearance were immediately tasked with utterly overwhelming her mind with pleasure, and pleasure alone.

…

After twelve hours of absolute licentiousness, there was no recourse for the endless actions of pleasure, and, even though Donovon was now a near endless cosmic entity, this woman was easily keeping up with his inhuman stamina, fitting her Tamaranean biology, but he could tell she was tiring, and he would show her true pleasure before he finished his efforts.

So, with that goal in mind, Donovon got to work, as he disapparated the thirty extra hims, leaving only one, standing over Loriad'r's form, as he kneeled in between her legs, his face buried in her quim, as his tongue began expanding, growing in length, as it began traveling through her insides, as she heaved and gasped with every motion, the slightest quiver bringing blast after blast into his face, with each and every action.

And with this, the entire mind of Loriad’r was overcome by pure pleasure, finally accomplishing the goal he’d set out to complete, and with that came an even further desire to continue, and escalate the pleasure, as his tongue continued growing, filling her full, as she began writhing around on the immense insertion, as she pulled his face further and further towards her, squirming the entire way through, as he tickled the various distinct pleasure points throughout her entire form.

All the while, Donovon’s grin was oh so sweet, as he kept on, pushing and pushing, as his desire for her pleasure increased with every twitching grasp upon his skull, as well as her legs, as a near monstrous strength, surely enough to crush even the strongest materials like paper, ensured his descent further into her being, a crazed glare beaming across the devilish smile his face had taken up.

Hours later, the mind of Loriad’r was clear, as she lay with blank eyes on the bed, an expression of pure unadulterated, broken pleasure, as she twitched ever so softly with his head in her legs, her arms long having given out during the extensive pleasure-fest.

Donovon was somehow tired, as he lay heaving upon the bed, though he was immensely happy with his victory over her, and with that, he realized that he FELT happy.

For once, he had felt a feeling, and that brought a thought to his mind, as his gaze expanded, far beyond any distance he’d seen before, he saw his system of blue, he saw tens of thousands of suns scattered throughout the scope. An unending scale of ever expanding nothingness, accompanied by the lights of an infinite expanse of stars.

And throughout it all, the only thing that’d made him feel was the woman beside him, or maybe it was the accomplishment of his goal?

Whatever it was, Donovon knew one thing for sure.