Outside of time

"Two minutes..." she whispers, her voice a ragged, breathless thing. "A mere flicker of time. A tiny, insignificant glitch in the fabric of reality. But you, darling... you know that even a tiny crack can lead to an infinite abyss."

She leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours with a terrifying, ecstatic intensity.

"There were two of them. Elena and Mia. They were scientists, brilliant and daring, playing with the very threads of the universe in a laboratory of chrome and pulsing light. They were testing a chronal displacement drive a way to slip back just a few moments, a tiny leap into the past to prove they could master time itself. They succeeded. For a heartbeat, they felt the world tilt, the sensation of being pulled through a needle's eye."

Lucile’s voice begins to rise, becoming more frantic, more rhythmic, as she describes the descent into madness.

"But the math was wrong. The leap didn't land them in the past; it tore a hole in the now. They slipped through the seam of existence, falling out of time, out of space, into a void where the laws of physics were replaced by the laws of pure, unadulterated lust. And there, in the infinite dark, they saw it. A celestial horror. A planet sized entity, a cosmic god of meat and madness, composed entirely of billions upon billions of writhing, pulsing, monumental cocks."

She grabs your hand, her nails digging into your skin, her voice dropping to a feverish, manic purr.

"It wasn't a world of rock and gas; it was a world of skin and heat. A landscape of endless, throbbing shafts that stretched across the heavens. As they drifted into its gravitational pull, the monster didn't crush them with mass; it claimed them with sensation. They were caught in a storm of infinite friction, a celestial tempest of phallic fury. They were swept up by the colossal, mountain sized cocks that lashed out from the void, driving into them with the **** of collapsing stars."

Lucile’s breath is coming in short, **** hitches now, her eyes darting to your massive, unwashed cock, which seems to pulse in time with her words.

"And because they were outside of time, there was no end. No exhaustion. No ****. Just the eternal, rhythmic pounding of a trillion cocks against their bodies. They were **** by the universe itself, lost in a cycle of infinite, agonizing pleasure and soul shattering sensation. They became tiny, screaming motes of flesh in a sea of endless, cosmic cock, fucked for all eternity in a void where the only constant was the heat, the wetness, and the relentless, unyielding thrust of the gods."

She leans in, her lips almost touching yours, her voice a dying ember of a whisper.

"An eternity of being used... without ever being able to break."