Trying new things

The third feature you had unlocked was Remote Instantiation. This one was a bit less straightforward than the other two. You have the knowledge of how to use it in your head, but you need to try it out to make sense of it.

You hold up your hand and look at your palm. Willing it to be so, you imagine that a patch of your skin is made from the QEBP material. You feel a strange sensation, your palm going numb, and watch as the skin darkens, smoothens, and turns the black-purple of the QEBP. It worked! That's step one. Step two, you repeat your trick from the ladies in archive, and think of Viv's g-spot. Your palm shifts again, ridging and turning a dark pink color. In your mind's eye, you think you can see Viv twitch just a fraction.

You pull down your pants again. You throw a glance at the door. Hopefully Bridget won't be coming back until you've managed to install that bolt. Your underwear go too, and your burgeoning erection is revealed.

Every time you've clenched or moved your hand, a part of Viv moves imperceptibly. Her left elbow. The toes on her right foot. Her lower lip. It's barely noticeable, but it's there.

You move your hand to your dick, close your fingers around the shaft, and squeeze. Viv shivers. She hasn't changed pose or opened her eyes, but her fingers are moving slower, more sensuously, kneading her scalp deeply.

The feeling of Viv's innermost sex against your cock is warm, soft, and intimate. You massage yourself a bit, enjoying the sensation. You loosen your grip, and move your palm to above your glans, rolling the tip on her spot. A bit of precum pools in your urethra and mixes with Viv's building arousal, making her slick and slippery.

Viv lets her hands fall to her side. She moves her right hand towards her belly, and starts tracing her middle finger around her navel.

"Is that you?" she whispers. "Or am I just remembering?"

You roll your palm around the head of your penis, covering every part with your combined fluids. You grit your teeth. She feels so fucking good.

"I've been remembering you a lot". Viv's voice is quiet, but you can hear the hoarseness. It's only been a day since you **** yourself down her throat.

She trails her finger down, moving it back and forth in languid strokes right above her slit. "I missed you". She hasn't opened her eyes.

This next step is going to require concentration. You let your dick rest in the palm of your hand, and look down on it. Looking it up and down, you imagine a thick spiral running around it from the base all the way up to your frenulum. You will the spiral to manifest, and a black-purple line of QEBP material snakes its way up your cock. You feel the numbing sensation again, spreading upwards, until your manhood looks like an obscene barber's pole. Then you repeat your previous trick, turning the black purple into dark pink.

You give your cock an exploratory stroke. Both you and Viv give a little gasp at the same time. It's like you're bound together, flesh entwined with flesh in an intimate mixture. You lose control for a second and pump your cock several times in rapid succession. Viv moans, and covers her vulva with her hand. "Please... let me touch you..."

This naked, beautiful woman, water streaming down her body, who would have been lightyears out of your league just a few days ago, moaning for you to touch her. It's a sight. You take it in.

Her moans take on a whimpering tone when you stop. "Don't go, please... I'll... You can use my mouth again, or my ass, or pussy, just stay...". She opens her mouth wide, eyes still closed. Her tongue lolls out, and water runs down it and onto her breasts. She looks like she's drooling. Maybe she is.

You don't even notice that you've done it, but looking down at the QEBP, you see her mouth open, tongue hanging out, breath coming warm and fast on your thigh. You pick it up and hold it close to your face. Her begging, her desperation, you're not sure if it's turning you on or off. Or both. Was it better when she didn't know how much she would like it? To show her what she was missing? Was it more fun to break Viv than to have her broken?

You look at the mouth again. Then turn it around, and ram it all the way down on your cock. No foreplay, no warm up. You go past her begging tongue, her beautiful lips, hit the back of her mouth, **** your way past her throat barrier and bury yourself as deep as you can go. Viv convulses again, her eyes shooting open, and she doubles over. One hand goes to her throat, but the other is now clutching her vulva in a **** grip. You don't wait, but pull out all the way past her lips and slam it down again, and again. Viv is spluttering and gagging, thick phlegmy drool running from her open mouth and mingling with the shower water. You pump her mouth like a piston, making sure your entire length goes out before it goes back in.

Viv comes. You feel it more than see it, her body tensing and shaking, and new fluids running down her legs between her tightly clutching fingers. She's still convulsing, still gagging, but the hand on her throat travels down her breast and squeezes it hard, fingers sinking in to the soft, yielding flesh. You don't relent, don't let up, continuing to pump harder and harder. You're not going to come, not from this. You're not done yet.