Mark's Multiversal Travel Log 3: Three Creampied Elena Pussies, Two Elena Bukkake Treatments, One Amalia Brain Half Turned to Pussy Juice Later… (i.e. Two Utopian Parallel Days)

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Amalia walked along the path, her young charge in tow.

The translucent fungi blooms reflecting the ruby and lavender haze in the sky, brightening the light and bathing the gardens around them in a warm glow. She smiled and returned the respectful greeting of a pair of loin-clothed girls, both rushing and flustered, clearly late for their calisthenics training. They regarded Mark with wide eyes as they passed.

She wondered if that was due to her appearance or if the rumors of her arrival had already spread to every member in the community. Certainly, she could understand where they were coming from. She liked Mark very much but she had been discomforted by her oddities at first even as her Elena had shown her kind, generous, unprejudiced nature from that very first moment.

She cast a glance at the woman wearing one of Elena's loose leggings, unable to resist taking note of the way that bloated log of hers made itself known through the thin material. An oddly shaped form even beyond Demiurge's Gift, flat-chested, broad shoulders and narrow hips with a non-existent butt. Not particularly muscular and a face that was just too… broad and squarish, perhaps? Homely to be sure.

Something about the entire way the girl was put together was just… off. Even the way Mark walked was disconcerting. No pleasant sway in the hips, a stiff gait.

And of course, it wasn't just her appearance that had made Amalia uncomfortable around the young woman in the beginning.

Her instincts told her that anything from beyond Demiurge's protective veil was dangerous. She knew from her niece's adventures in the Parallels beyond that this wasn't true. But those were mere ephemeral tales weighed against her many years of visceral experience matching bloodthirsty fiends with beam and fist. And not all were obvious in their form and ill-intent. She'd hunted down shape-shifting infiltrators and fought mirror-image invaders. The evil forces that could not countenance this safehold where all were free to live in peace and bask in the sacred light of the Demiurge were many and varied, endlessly persistent in their animosity.

Amalia pushed such thoughts aside as they were increasingly outdated as she'd come around to Elena's way of thinking in regards to Mark of late. Even though she was young and naive about the parallel, she seemed well-intentioned enough. She had an unusually strong sex-drive but that made complete sense when they'd learned of her own parallel's rather bizarre customs. Making a host of rules and regulations about who could have sex with who, where and when it was allowed. Certain castes having greater privileges or restrictions than others. All very insane to her mind.

No wonder Mark seemed to spend so much of her time alone masturbating like some sort of crazed hermit.

That was the reason she was taking the time today to visit the Coterie with the young woman. She wanted to help her in anyway she could. Mark was clearly as excited as any Utopian girl on her night of first blossoming. It made Amalia smile to recognize that commonality between them at least.

Soon enough they reached the expansive pavilion that was the Coterie. Amalia took Mark's hand and guided her into the comfortable space made up of round couches and plush cushions. It was sparsely populated due to the time of day. There were a pair of groups chatting and relaxing as well as a few couples and a trio having sex. Some had discarded clothing while others wore only bits and pieces and Amalia feasted with her eyes, paying particular attention to the supple swells of a raised buttocks and the glistening little folds on display between the thighs as their owner did a little feasting of her own. But most of the occupants were simply sitting and enjoying each other's company.

"Holy shit, this is fucking incredible!"

Amalia snorted with amusement, recalling how she'd found Mark's abrupt and irreverent comments abrasive when she'd first arrived. Now, she actually found it impressive and attractive. Especially as she felt her hand take a very firm finger splayed possession of her left butt-cheek beneath her flowy skirt. She leaned into her side and smiled, "It is. This is a place to share and enjoy oneself, to be treated as Demiurge wills it for all women, with kindness, love, and reverence. The Coterie serves as an important and sacred part of the community, Mark."

"Uh huh. Really hope this guy isn't the most observant God…" Mark muttered under her breath.

She ignored her potential disrespect to the Demiurge (and somewhat naughtily even enjoyed the taboo notion), far more distracted by the girl's pelvic pillar stiffening and creating a huge tent in her leggings. It turned out that thing really was something like a clit, growing swollen and erect when aroused. She wondered how that life would be, a clit so long and firm, it must be so good to touch. Tearing her eyes from that rather arresting view, she dragged Mark further into the pavilion and introduced her to some of the ladies. Most of whom were either quite happy or surprised to meet the newcomer in person. No one remarked upon Mark's Gift as it obtrusively stuck out before their faces. They were all too mature and well-mannered for that, especially since the Matriarch of this Coterie was Diana whose own Gift from the Demiurge included great feathered ears and swaying antennae.

She was happy to see that Mark had gotten over his early reticence about physical contact as he gave each woman a deep hug. She just wished that those frequent baths he was sharing so often with Elena would take, noting several of them wrinkle their noses at his cloying odor. She herself found that musky aroma deeply arousing, but it was a decidedly acquired taste. She could well remember how disgusting she'd found it at first.

"You like me very much. Tolerate and enjoy everything I do. Always help me in anyway you can."

She repeated her parallel's hopeful ritual greeting with everyone as she looked soulfully into their eyes.

Amalia had heard it a hundred times by now, it was practically a mantra she caught herself repeating ad nauseum in her head at times. Also a bit superfluous given the situation as the various women reacted with the typical passion and warmth of habitual Coterie patrons:

"Ah! What a wonderful saying, young lady!"

"Why that's the express principle of this hallowed place. I think you are going to do just fine here, Mark!"

"Please! Come and join us, dearest! We're just gabbing now but I think we were planning on a little sex in a bit… weren't we ladies?"

"Hmm… yes... would you like to practice some skinship with me?"

The women crowded in close, gently encouraging and touching Mark's body. Amalia caught the shocked expression on her face briefly before the other-parallel girl quickly masked it with her usual satisfied smirk. Remembering that Mark came from a place where physical contact between non-kin was proscribed, she swiftly extricated her from the cluster of women.

She didn't think Mark was really the type to just dive into an orgy to start, so she led her over to a couch that curved with the circular half-wall that was the perimeter of the pavilion.

"Awe…mom, why'd you pull me from all the fun?" She complained playfully as she allowed Amalia to guide her down on the seat together, "I thought you guys were all about gratuitous dogpiling on top of each other, sitting in laps and shit. We're like a whole ten feet from the nearest person."

She chuckled as she rubbed her thigh soothingly a few inches from where her Gift declared her excitement unmistakably. "I think you need to relax and let the energy flow freely," she said, watching as Mark began to unbutton the front of her dress while trying to look casual about it.

"What do you mean? Relaxing? I'm totally relaxed, babygirl. I'm totally, completely, one hundred percent relaxed." She said this while openly delighting in uncovering and pulling both Amalia's breasts out into the open.

Enjoying the banter, that familiar heartsick longing feeling not so jagged for once, "Babygirl? I do believe that you are my babygirl in this relationship."

"Oh yea? I guess I'd better nurse at these big brown titties then!" Mark grinned as she bounced and squeezed her heavy mounds, then bent down to press her face between them. She did this for a few moments of clear enjoyment, before she looked up at her from her cleavage, " So whatcha think?"

"You're being awfully forward." Amalia teased softly with a sly smile.

"You enjoy it."

She enjoyed everything Mark did.

"And I want to help you in any way I can, which is why I brought you over here so we could relieve that pent-up lust of yours with just one other good friend of mine. You'll like her. In fact say hello to Irini."

The Coterie Companion had just walked up as Amalia knew she would. She was Amalia's favorite and a star-struck fan. She never failed to beat out her fellow workers and claim Amalia's time. As a Protector of the Parallel, a Demiurge-touched champion, there were many who wished to thank her with their bodies, who wished to know her intimately rather than simply admire and appreciate her power and beauty from afar. Elena would tell her to spread her love more equally but the truth was-

"Hello Irini, what a fucking little snack you are, aren't you?" Commented Mark as she twisted around out of Amalia's bosom.

-that Irini was a little snack that she couldn't resist.

A bob of light chestnut brown hair, a round-cheeked cutie with pale white skin and a small bust. Though she actually had some tit unlike Mark. Quite thin too, but her hips flared out to a truly mouth-watering degree. Mark couldn't keep her eyes off Elena's lovely backside so Amalia knew the girl was going to go crazy for Irini's incredibly generous behind, big and well-padded, it still was the perfect sexy shape.

All she wore were some ribbons and bows and one of her cute undersized hats perched daintily atop her hair. She giggled as she bent down and clasped herself around Mark's back, "Well, aren't you a sweetheart! Oh my-mmh-"

She'd kissed her cheek but Irini wasn't prepared when Mark suddenly grabbed her face and gave her a powerful open-mouthed kiss. Amalia enjoyed the sight even as she felt a warm moisture gather within her navel, recalling the very many kisses just like that she'd **** on her recently. Mark was a very good kisser.

When she finally pulled back, she kept her grip on Irini's face and gave her usual greeting that Amalia found herself mouthing silently, "You like me very much. Tolerate and enjoy everything I do. Always help me in anyway you can."

Irini nodded, giggling as laid a hand on Mark's bare chest, thumb stroking at one tiny pebbily hard nipple, "Oooooh yes I do! I've heard so much about you! The girl who fell from the veil right into the arms of Elena! So amazing! And now you get to live with Amalia and Elena, sleep beside them! So so fortunate!"

Amalia opened her mouth to correct that rumor that had been flying across the community since  the very day of Mark's arrival, but she stopped for it was no longer inaccurate gossip.  For the last two nights, Mark had simply ignored Amalia's protests and crawled into bed with them.  She'd even taken Amalia's place as the big spoon wrapped around an almost adoring Elena, that huge awkward appendage of hers often hugged between her wife's thighs as they slept.

Oddly enough, Amalia found herself not just tolerating this behavior but even enjoying it.

The same way she enjoyed and tolerated the way Mark suddenly grabbed Irini and pushed her down onto Amalia's lap as she slipped back to her feet behind her and muttered about that Reed person as was her peculiar habit. ".... seriously, goddamned pussy paradise here..."

Irini held onto Amalia's shoulders as she craned her head to look back at Mark, "Ooh! Someone's impatient-" she suddenly squealed and rocked against Amalia as Mark very clearly drove her fingers inside her. Standing tall, she met Amalia's eyes before looking around the pavilion with obvious enjoyment even as she slapped Irini's ass with a resounding clap.

Amalia captured the girl's face and drew it to hers for a far more gentle kiss, that was no less passionate than the one she'd shared with Mark. Tongues intertwined and saliva was exchanged before she released Irini's cherubic cheeks, "It seems we have another fan of that bountiful butt of yours, Iri..."

Even as Irini blushed and giggled, Amalia's breath hitched slightly as she looked past the Companion to see Mark casually reach into the waistband of her leggings and draw out her 'third leg'.

Whatever else she thought about Mark's appearance, she found the vascular pole between her legs to be strangely alluring. That her unruly sex reacted to it was annoying but as Elena had joked with her between the covers, it really did resemble a dildo. One far larger than she'd ever encountered or imagined making use of. The raised veins marbling its thick length were weirdly erotic and the plump mushroom shaped end with its prominent flange promised some wicked stimulation of her inner passage.

Amalia's mouth watered as she witnessed a thick strand of Mark's arousal swing from the hole at the apex of the limb.

"Oh woah, what is that thing?" Despite Diana's training, the volatile girl couldn't help but let a bit of a 'yuck!' color her tone. Amalia supposed she couldn't blame her, tails and tentacles were not unheard of with Gifted but none looked anything like Mark's.

There was a bemused look on her face as she cast a glance around the pavilion, shaking her hips and causing it to sway enticingly, "So my uh… sex parts are shaped differently. It's my gift from ole Demi. All my stuff is uh inside out, I guess. Yea, that’s it. This bad boy is my pussy and these fat nuts are, well, you'd probably call them my 'outer' chambers. Heh."

"Here." Mark grasped the tip of her length briefly before shoving a dollop of pre between Irini's lips. After a moment, she looked at Amalia and fed her some as well. She couldn’t resist hungrily sucking upon the digits to her chagrin. But Mark's pussy juice just tasted too good. Better than Elena's by far.

"You find it really sexy, very attractive, intriguing, and arousing. It is the personification of sex object. Even my nuts, they're as hot as any pair of tits you've ever seen."

Amalia was suddenly captivated by the formerly rather grotesque bloated sacs that always dangled from just beneath the base of Mark’s shaft. Knowing their purpose now, as the very chambers where life was nurtured, it was no surprise she now found them so sensual and provocative to look upon. Their sheer size and fullness, practically overbrimming with vitality that she wanted to cup them in her palms, stroke the undersides, rub, squeeze, tease, nibble, lick, and just suck upon those… nuts.

“Oh! Oh.. I see it now! Demiurge really blessed you!” cried Irini as she shook her ass, rubbing it against Mark’s utterly erotic appendage, “Now you can ‘bless’ me!”

Mark’s grin grew. Irini’s eyes shot open wide and she whimpered as Mark gripped her tiny waist in both hands and drove her ‘tool’ into her pussy. Amalia braced the girl with her lap, laying her arms around her back. She imagined how Mark was expanding Irini’s tiny passage with that massive thing and she felt a familiar ache spreading through her loins as she squeezed the Companion tightly.

“Please, Mark! Not so deep! It’s so b-big!” Irini twisted an arm back to press at her thrusting pelvis.

“Oh that’s what I like to hear, you little slut. And I… just… know! You’re… going to… tol-erate.. Every.. Inch! And… Enjoy it!” Mark was looking directly into Amalia’s eyes as she said it.

Amalia’s lips twisted into an answering smile. She was enjoying this. She usually liked to be gentle with this precious girl, very conscious of her superior strength. Watching-feeling Mark simply penetrate the sex worker, fucking her as deep and as hard as she wanted, no doubt all the way to her inner most chambers was intensely erotic and she found herself huskily speaking to her, “That’s what she likes to hear, Iri. Tell her how long and hard her clit is!”

As Mark let out a burst of laughter as she pumped her hot appendage into Iniri’s small body, even as Amalia gripped at the girl’s small bosom, plucking harshly at her bright pink nipples. Iniri yelped but when she gazed up at Amalia from her lap, her sweet face was smiling, her brown eyes gleaming with need. Oh she was enjoying this just as much as Amalia. She was ever the kind and generous lover, the quintessential Coterie Companion. No doubt as anxious to help Mark in anyway she could, including offering up her tight yielding little pussy to stimulate that no doubt vastly expanded nubbin of nerve-endings.

"You're really appreciating my big white cock, aren't you?" Mark told her as she shoved Iniri off to the side a bit, crowding even closer onto the couch with Amalia, her pale hand grasping at Amalia's boobs. The Companion's wide plush hips and thick bottom jiggled delightfully as Mark beat them with her bony pelvis as she happily chirped, "Yes, yes! It's so different from fingers and toys. It hits all the right spots every single stroke! It's impossible not to feel good! I love it. I love your big white cock!

Mark's rather large hand wrapped Amalia's throat and pulled. She could tell the girl's intent and feel her attempt to exert some pressure that her Demiurge blessed skin ignored, but she was feeling hot enough to go along and she floated in her grip. She allowed herself to be drawn up and pulled into a kiss with Mark in a display that no doubt gave off the impression of superhuman strength to the rest of the Coterie's denizens.

Though she wasn't used to being handled roughly in such a manner, she enjoyed it regardless. The kiss started off tender but then became ferocious, Mark’s jaw moving, her lips seemingly trying to devour Amalia’s as her tongue rolled against hers. She could feel Mark’s hips rocking as well as the soft pillows of Iniri’s offered bottom underneath her floating form. She gave off a low purr of approval as Mark’s free hand cupped her bosom, first lifting and squeezing them, before delivering a stinging slap to her left tit sending it to collide and jounce against its fellow.

Their lips separated and Mark hissed, “Yesss… you’re just as much a needy slut as she is, aren’t you Amalia? You want me to fuck you too, don’t you? Drive this big prick of mine inside and re-arrange that pussy just the way I’ve re-arranged that weak little brain of yours, huh?”

As a half-forgotten Iniri mewled beneath them on Mark's cock, a sudden wave of heat swept over Amalia, igniting her blood with desire. Her heart pounded wildly within her breast, her innards just liquifying and flowing out of her. She hadn't been prepared for that. Her face flushed red and she nodded. As she watched Mark’s eyes narrow in anticipation, her mind raced, desperately searching for words that would express the excitement and pleasure coursing through her veins. The words didn’t come easily, however, and she felt herself blushing even more, knowing she sounded completely helpless. Finally, she managed to murmur,
“I… I… yes… please. Please.”

A toothy grin burst upon Mark’s face, “Keep flying like the super fuck-toy you are!”

She grabbed at Amalia’s hips and hoisted her in the air. Quite well practiced at aerial love-making, she gamely went along with the spinning arms and she was soon flipped upside-down, her hair flowing down atop Iniri’s backside and her pendulous boobs draped across her own face. Then she was suddenly staring at the end of Mark’s big white cock, the tip looking like a delicious fat apple glossy with the Companion’s juices.

She had a mere moment to enjoy the arresting view before it was abruptly thrust into her mouth.

It was the closest she’d ever come to **** on anything.

Amalia was no stranger to oral sex, quite adept in fact, but having her entire mouth invaded by a fat log of meat that filled it entirely, **** her jaw wide and kept her tongue firmly pinned, limited her options a bit. There were more than a few inches to go before her nose met Mark’s abdomen and she was feeling every centimeter as the invading **** pushed forward.

The fan that had begged to sleep with her for years, and was currently underneath her most **** form, was currently complaining that Mark had switched away from her. Though thankfully after a quick reminder that it was her job to get Amalia ready for Mark to enter her, Iniri quickly slipped around, standing up on the couch to get at Amalia's hot cunt, holding her legs wide apart in the air as she bent her head and got to work at her job. Shifting her idol’s panties and lapping as quickly as she could to make Amalia even moister than she already was.

Sucking upon a dildo could be an erotic sight especially as an act to lubricate the device before using it upon your partner but Mark was something else. The usually composed Amalia tried to shift her crushed tongue around the meat but couldn’t quite fight the powerful pole in her mouth. Especially when Mark began gently rolling her hips and properly fucking Amalia’s facehole.

“Hoo~ No gag reflex, that’s the Utopian difference I tells ya.” Mark beamed, stuffing her cock happily into the tight hole, “Course, you lot probably feel just as sensitive in your mouth as your pussy when having sex, right?”

Both Amalia and Iniri moaned out in unison.

The former was in disbelief with how good Mark’s appendage felt inside her. Her tongue danced with flavor, her cheeks and lips quickly sucked down as hard as they could, and her throat closed around Mark’s tool as her entire being lit up with pleasure. Every time it scraped along a part of her mouth it felt just as good as if her pussy was being pumped by Elena and her favorite strap-on. Something Iniri was finding out too, a torrent of pussy juice coating the smaller girl who was already drowning in her own feelings. Not sure how Amalia’s slit was making her mouth feel so blissful, but thanking the Demiurge all the same for every electrifying lick.

But then abruptly, so abruptly she felt a vicious sense of vertigo, Amalia was pulled and spun like little more than a weightless doll in the air. Soon enough she was once again right-side up and floating in Mark's hands as she held her, grasping her butt-cheeks tightly as she was lowered onto the girl’s endowment. Amalia’s fingers clenched into fists, her eyes shut, and her voice rose to a shrill cry as Mark began to penetrate her. She could feel it already, her body would never be the same after taking in this behemoth. Her legs dangled and she kicked at the air behind Mark’s back as her throbbing cock stretched her to new limits. She was mindful of her strength even now as her fingernails dug into her fragile shoulders.

Mark got to her feet with her in her arms even as she pushed herself deeper and Amalia's eyes opened wide. Her involuntary squealing halted. She went speechless, her voice caught in her throat. Then in one deep hard stroke, she shoved her down onto her cock and nearly impaled her with her organ.

At first there was no sound. Amalia, Protector of the Parallel, Demiurge's Chosen Champion was frozen in time, her face a contorted mask of pain, pleasure, and disbelief. Then she began to quiver, her voice coming out as a shaky series of pathetic shivery groans, like she'd just been doused by a bucket of ice water.

Mark smiled as she admired the way juices flowed from between her legs, down her shaft, and dripped from her big dangling balls. Amalia was cumming. Not just cumming, she was squirting obscenely from Mark's single penetrative thrust.

What a fuckin' whore.

Mark didn't allow her time to recover. She hoisted her back into the air, almost completely off her dick, before she dropped her back down onto her. Up and down she went. Relief, then impalement. Then relief again, only to have her member rammed back up inside of her.

Mark casually strode across the pavilion, Amalia little more than a sentient moaning flesh-light and poor cute little Irini left behind as she frantically diddled her own wet snatch while greedily ogling both her small buttocks and swinging nut-sack. Mark was intent upon playing with those older mature ladies who'd greeted her so warmly to begin with and who'd transitioned into playing with themselves as they chatted and socialized so freely even as their eyes remained latched upon her sizeable endowment.

Soon enough she was pounding Amalia's needy and thoroughly wet cunt with her prick while both her balls and her asshole were thoroughly worshiped by the tongues and lips of half a dozen women in the audience. They all lapped, slurped, nipped, and nibbled at the meat of her balls and cock, all in a lusty frenzy of sexual abandon as Amalia's whimpers of ecstasy echoed throughout the comfortable pavilion. It was a beautiful sight indeed and all of it made Mark smile in spite of herself.

The impromptu orgy went on for several hours and Mark made sure to fuck every last woman in attendance, leaving none unsatisfied. She came deep inside several wombs and decorated the nubile bodies of more than a few ladies with her thick seed before returning to her original seat beside Amalia, wiping herself clean with a towel and tucking her enormous cock back into the crotch of her pants.