A riddle and an invitation

A poke to his cheek awakened Ren from his dreamless slumber. Opening his eyes, he saw Pixie hovering above his face.

She smirked. “You're finally awake.”

In normal circumstances, he would have bolted upright, but the bliss of his post-orgasm state kept him relaxed. His body regained enough strength to slowly push himself up.

“How are you feeling?” Asked Carmen’s voice. Ren turned to see the pink giant standing by the park’s lake, cradling an **** Ann in her arms.

Ren creaked his neck and stretched his joints. “Refreshed.” While he was still recovering his stamina, the ‘limit’ inside him felt expanded; a new space for potential.

“Good.” Carmen purred. “There’s a lot more to come.” She turned her back to him, stepping towards the red lake, but kept speaking. “You are only at the edge of this maze. To conquer it, you must reach its heart. Simply remember that love is the key.”

She glanced back with a soft smile. “Find me. Dominate me.” Carman bent low and jumped four times her height. She spun several times before plunging into the lake better than an Olympic diver. The crimson water didn’t even ripple, let alone splash.

“TEN!” Pixie jovially cried, holding up said number of fingers. She twirled around to Ren. “Well, are you gonna follow her?”

He got to his feet, flexing his spine. The soft dirt wasn’t the worst thing he’d slept on.

“You could do with a skinny dip.” The fairy nodded to his still-hard cock. It was covered in a layer of mostly dried cum and vaginal fluids. Most of his body was also filthy after his dirt nap. Pixie began fluttering towards the lake, but stopped upon realising he wasn’t following. “Something the matter?”

Ren kept staring at his penis. “I fucked my friend like a mutt, a copy of her anyway.”

“So?”

“It felt… taboo.”

“Having regrets?”

He glanced up at the red sky. “That’s the thing. I have none. In fact, I want more.”

“More regrets?” She quizzed.

“No, no. I want more sex. To stick my cock into something. To feel hot flesh.” He dragged his fingers through his hair and exhaled a blistering breath. “God, I feel like an animal in heat… and I like it.”

Pixie smiled, cocking her head. “Oh, and what kind of animal are you Joker?”