A Strange Chair

Seiko turns and holds my hand as we walk towards a strange chair. The wall behind us closes and I feel as if the room I left has whisked away. The door disappearing causes Seiko to grip my arm tighter. Even though I just face fucked her pretty visage I get the feeling she is treating me like her savior. I don't know if that's me though. I'm no one special and I'm certainly no hero. Right now, I'm just a horny teen with a naked girl at my side.

The chair looks kind of like a massage chair with places to put your knees as you angle somewhat downwards on the saddled seat. A curved target is inlaid several inches from where your belly might be if you lay in it.

The wall has a set of symbols. Female. Chair. Cum. Pregnant lady. Target. Open door.

"Don't tell me that means what I think it means." Seiko says as she turns to me. "That's not even possible."

"Oh God! I don't know. I mean, look at my fucking cock! It could certainly be possible here and I think, unfortunately, it is what you think it means."

"Shit! I guess you're right." She says, briefly stroking my cock. Far too accepting of the situation. "I guess you'll be putting that bad boy to use again. Fuck me for saying this, but fill me up. I guess." She seems actually excited to fuck me as she steps into the chair and leg holds wrap around her ankles. A syringe emerges from the base and pumps a pink liquid into her exposed pussy. "What was that?"

"A syringe like mine?" My cock bobs up into place in front of her pussy and a camelback type tube falls from the ceiling with what looks like a drinkable liquid. "What the...? Down the rabbit hole." I shove the tube in my mouth and start to suck. I feel a sweet liquid fill my mouth. A reserve of power fills my body and beads of cum start to pulse slowly out of my cock, splashing on Seiko's taint and dripping down into her pussy.