Interludes

The ice bath was a good idea. Olympias’s muscles did ache some from their growth, now the swelling and aching had subsided some, and she was feeling good as new. Better even. She flexed and posed in a mirror in her bedroom. Her body was godly. She could hardly wait to hit the gym tomorrow and put it through its paces. The question wasn’t if she was going to max out a machine, but how many.

She cupped her breasts in her larger hands, feeling slightly self-conscious about how much smaller they looked on her frame and felt in her grip. With her new body they seemed… soft and out of place. She ran her hand through her hair too. She’d thought a choppy short cut looked good for a middle-aged woman, but now it just seemed so manly. “Some pride I am.” She observed a tad disdainfully. “I have to see about longer hair.” Surely there was magic in this place that could make it happen. “Maybe the salon.” She felt the need to work harder to combat her masculine body and had already spotted a dress in her wardrobe for tomorrow.

Then the door opened and broke her out of her rumination. Her face which had been surprisingly emotive during these private moments settled into a mask of indifference, and she walked out into the living room of the lobby. A round sunk-in livingroom with an array of carpets and pillows decorating it, served as the centerpiece of this room.

“Nice.” Cleopatra sighed, bellyflopping onto a pillow, and sighing. “What a day.”

“Excuse me, Cleopatra.” Olympias cleared her throat.

“Oh, I didn’t woah!” Cleo blocked Olympias out with a hand. “You’re naked.” She averted her eyes like the older woman was the sun.

“I’ve been naked.”

“Yeah, I just figured you would have done something about that. Call in a servant to get you dressed. I have no desire to look at you like this all night. It’s ghastly enough having to share a room as it is.” Though that was a lie. Cleopatra found Olympias’s fit body, very fascinating, but the woman was a tiger and Cleo could give her no signs of weakness.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk with you about.” Olympias crossed her arms. “Cleopatra you and your ill-bred line of pharaohs owe everything to my Son, and to me. Without him, without your ancestor scavaging his empire like a vulture, you would be herding and fuckings goats on Skyros.”

Cleopatra was agape. No mortal had ever dared speak to her in such a way. Her face was feral, and she rose to her feet, her hands in claws. “How dare…”

“Which is to say, that it would be becoming of you to show a little gratitude, and get out of my suite. I have no intention of sharing it, with a mere queen.”

“You go too far, Olympias!” Cleopatra marched up to the queen and shrank for but a moment. “This would be so much easier with two, short ones.” She observed staring up at her opponent. “You want to talk about goat fucking? Your people were considered barbarians up to and including your precious boy. While the pharaohs of Egypt were building monuments, and conquering the Nile, yours had not even left their caves. So I’ll hear nothing from, aaaah!”

Olympias smirked and hoisted Cleopatra up by her armpits, high into the air. If it were not for the vaulted ceilings of their room, Cleo would have been pressed against them. Olympias said nothing, only stared Cleopatra down, as she dangled there like a cat.

Cleo felt a rush of heat, dominate her body. It started in her head like a pleasant headache, then it dropped into her chest and finally her loins. “You’re so strong.” She sighed. Just a few hours ago, she’d been a pretty normal-looking grandma, now… Cleo bit her lip. What was this placing doing to them?

Feeling she’d gotten the message, Olympias tossed Cleopatra back down on a pillow. “I’ll give you ten minutes to grab what you need from your closet and leave.” She then returned to her bedroom, to find some clothing.

“Ten minutes.” Cleo laid out on the pillow and sighed. Her hands gripped onto the waist of her pants for dear life. Witnessing Olympias' change up close and personal had gotten her so hot. She couldn't stop thinking of the skinny princess she had been, and now she was an absolute amazon! Her thoughts ran wild with what she could become next, whether Cleopatra would even recognize the thing she'd become. She wasn't even thinking about getting kicked out at this point. Only the hot need between her legs. At last, she tugged them down her her knees and started rubbing her folds. “I can make it!”

Boudica adjusted the straps of her nightie. Her newly inflated orbs warbled like jelly. She still wasn’t used to the new weight and was stumbling everywhere thanks to those knockers. “Fuckin’ stupid, limp dick, cousin lustin’ viewers.” She mumbled ti herself before she came to a grand set of doors not yet seen on camera. She gave the door a quick few knocks and then posed in what she must have thought was a seductive pose.

Surprisingly this had been her idea, but Helen quickly blushed and agreed with it. Boudica figured if she was going to be sharing a bed with someone anyway, she might as well be getting points for it.

Helen was eager to get the redhead in makeup and lingerie. “He’s going to love it, you’re so sexy. He’s going to want to titty fuck you so bad.” Boudica wasn't even out of earshot of the door when Helen’s moans started.

“Ain’t I supposed to be lust?”

The doors to the master bedroom opened up. The carving on the door gave the appearance of a passageway opening up allowing a river to lead you straight to hell. On the other side was Satan. Wet and wrapped up only in a towel. “Can I help you?” He rubbed his hair with a blue piece of fabric, his incredibly sculpted body catching Boudica off guard for a moment. Maybe she was lust…

“Aye, uh… big boy! Oh dearie me, I’ve just been so horny for ya, ever since I got this brand. Yeah. I really need your dick in my cunt, rrrrrright now.” That’s what guys wanted to hear, right?

The devil cocked an eyebrow at Boudica’s unconvincing display. “Well, who could say no to that? Come on in.” He stepped aside, and let Boudica enter. She marveled at his room, which took up an entire floor of the lodge’s tower. The roof came together in a grand point above her, and in the middle sat the bed, like the center of the universe. A kitchen, bathroom, livingroom all radiated out from this point like spokes.

Boudica dove onto the bed. “Fuckin’ hell this is heaven!” She felt herself sink into the thing. “People don’t use animal skins no more?”

“Not usually.” He dropped his towel, and Boudica found her eyes drawn to the impressive organ between his legs. Pretending she wanted this wasn’t going to be as hard as she imagined.

“Yup, there it is!” She cheered. “I love me some dick, can’t get enough of it. Being lust in all!”

“Oh, I know.” He picked up the phone on his nightstand with one hand, while the other began to stroke his dick. “Yeah, this is Lucifer in The Master’s Suite, I’m going to need… maybe twenty guys in here, thanks.”

Boudica sat up. “The fuck we need with twenty guys? We’re ruttin’ not startin’ a civic society!”

Lucifer looks at her with a confused smile, like a long-time lover just changed their familiar routine. “Yeah, the original lust couldn’t get off within anything less than gangbang. I just want to make sure you’ll enjoy this my lusty redhead.”

“Well, she sounds like a right skank. Fuck off I’m not blown’ the bellhop, send them away.”

Lucifer just smiles and falls into bed with her. “Aww come on baby, it’ll be hot. Just imagine me and the bellhop fucking you, as the rest jerk off watching you take it. My dick down your throat, his up your ass, the two of us trying to meet in the middle.” He got to her and began to fondle her oversized beachball tits. “It’s going to be so easy to give tit jobs with these babies, once you take a few loads of course. Gotta get them slippery.”

“Ah… ah!” Boudica. “N-no just you and me it’s gotta be special for our first time.”

“Ooooh I get it.” Lucifer nods. He let’s out a little grunt, and to Boudica’s horror, a large black tail slithers its way out of his body. The scaly appendage brushes against Boudica’s ankle and begins to creep towards her silky panties. “You want to experience the real me.”

Boudica looks in shock as the spiked tail, crawls towards her. “Rah!” She calls out, forming a fist, and punching Lucifer right in his cocky face. The **** is enough to send him tumbling off the bed. She jumped to her feet, both hands formed into fists, ready first combat.

On the floor lucifer was howling with laughter!

“You asshole!” Boudica spat.

“Come on baby, I thought you wanted me.” His dragon tail whips back and forth, like a cat. There’s nothing sexy about the scaley thing, even to the embodiment of lust. “This is me.”

“I’m out of here.” Boudica spins around, her freckled feet stomped towards the front door.

“Why are you mad?” Lucifer got to his feet. “You’re the one who was just trying to use me just to get points.”

“Don’t go pretending like you’ve got feelings to hurt boyo.”

A dark laugh escaped from his throat. “True enough, I don’t care about myself, but I care about the show. I’ve got plenty of vicious women on my harem who would sleep with me right now if it gave them an advantage. But I’m not going to let that happen. You’re all going to have to earn it, you’re gonna have to want it!”

Boudica thought briefly about that, searching for something clever or biting to say. Eventually, she landed on something she felt good about. “Why the hell is your dick circumcised?” With that, she opened the door, stepped out, and slammed it in his face.

Helen

Princess of Troy

“Yeah I basically sent her in as a canary in the coal mine. Who knows what Lucifer does to his lovers? I wasn’t going to be the one to find out! D-did you guys get a video of it? I like, just want to know if he enjoyed my makeup. Do you know if he titty fucked her? I bet he did, they’re so big and jiggly, how could he not? Why would he choose to sleep with me when he can have that? I bet she’s wild in bed! Can you imagine all that hair flying about? Hey! Why am I saying all of this? It’s all true… no… it’s true! It’s true! It’s totally true! Stop it!

"Twelve, twelve, twelve," Erica repeated to herself. She checked door numbers for right one was coming up empty. There was a 112, and a 212, and a 313 but no 12. "Where could it..." She saw down the hallway, at the edge of her vision, a soccer ball. "...be?"

She cautiously approached the thing, worried it might be some kind of demonic trap, but when Joan didn't jump out to warn, or protect her she figured it was fine. As she got closer it's full shape came into view, and as far as she could tell there was no cage hanging about it so she went to pick it up.

So far so good.

"Hey, hands off!" A girl's voice called, and before long Erica found herself face to face to face with a very pretty young lady with a blonde ponytail and sweater. "Oh hey." As she got closer he scowl turned into a smile. "Finally another kid!"

Erica blushed, not only for being mistaken for a kid, but for the simple bashfulness she felt in this woman’s presence. She appeared to be around the same age, maybe a little older. She had the same physique she remembered the soccer players in school having. Tanned, thin, and with big ol’ calves she imagined. Erica looked down at her own shoes and held the ball out for the girl to take. "Sorry." Was all she could muster.

"It's all good. I'm the one who bit your head off. Are you with the show? I haven't seen anyone come in today."

"Umm yeah, yeah I'm one of the contestants."

The girl's eyes sparkled. "Glamorous! I'm talking to a star! That must be so cool. She rolled her eyes and hitched her thumb over my shoulder. I'm here with my old man as an early 'graduation present.' But he's just using it as an excuse to hang out with his mistress."

"Gross."

"So gross, he's like sixty. Anyway, the skiing is fun, but there's nothing to do in this lodge by yourself."

"Bummer." Erica sighed. "Welp see you around."

"Hey!" The girl laughed and grabbed Erica by her elbow. "Can't you tell when someone is building up to something?"

Erica smiled. "You seem nice, but I looking for something." She started to walk past the girl, but she jumped in her way and started walking backwards at the same pace.

"That's great. I'm like the unofficial tour guide around here. What do you need?"

"Don't do it," Joan warned.

Really? This girl was a trap? Erica doubted that. Erica pulled the key out of her pocket. "I need to find what this goes to. Do you know where room twelve is?"

The girl smiled. "You're in luck. I know exactly what that key unlocks."

Erica put the key back in her pocket and tilted her head anxiously. "I don't like that tone."

"Aaaand I'll tell you, but you have to hang out with me for a bit." She batted her brown eyes like butterfly wings.

"I'm not really into soccer."

"That's fine." She had a wicked grin on her face. "I can think of something else we can do."

Waiting in line!

Like a ****!

Cleopatra could not imagine the degradations that awaited her on this show. All she wanted was to sleep! Now there were commoners in front of her in line, asking about karaoke night! As if there was anything more important than her getting a good night's rest!

"Yes ma'am can I help you?" The man behind his fancy wood desk had finally finished of the couple in front of Cleopatra. Their inane mortals dilemmas for the moment satisfied and abated.

"Yes." She spoke with her commanding voice. "I require another room."

"Another room?" The redhead typed on his computer. "Name?"

"Cleopatra. One t."

"Looks like you're already assigned to the Regal and Randy Suite."

"Correct, and now I would like to be in a new room, thank you."

"I can get you a new key if you need it."

"Perfect, and what's the room number?"

The redhead smiled. "Oh it's the same number, Regal and Randy Suite 201 of the tower."

Cleopatra's eye twitched. "No that's the room I'm in now. What's the number on my new room?"

"There is no new room."

Cleo was turning red. "Yes there is, I'm requesting one. The show will pay for it, I just need a new room. Doesn't have to be a suit. I'll take everything."

"But you already have a room."

"Yes, and there's an angry Amazon in there who'll crack my skull between her thighs if I go back. So I need a new room."

"We don't have any availabilities."

"Fuck you, you don't!" Cleo gestured to the lobby, which wasn't abandoned, but it wasn't crowded either. "Find me a room."

He smiled at her, almost with a pitying look. "Ma'am I can't make a room you appear, I can get you a new key."

Cleopatra slammed her hands on the counter. "I am Cleopatra Queen of The Nile, If I gave the word your whole lodge would be torn to the ground, and your family sold into slavery. Now I demand you provide me with a room, close to the ice machine!"

Cleopatra

Queen of The Nile

"I think they got the point."

Xi Shi

Beauty of China

"I saw her sleeping on a couch in the lobby the next morning."

Boudica stormed out of the elevator, ready to kill. She was so humiliated by her encounter with Satan that she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her usual solution of kicking the guy in his balls wasn’t going to work. She might have **** but to fall back on her secondary method.

Getting rip shit drunk.

As she stomped across the lobby, she collided with a man who was carrying a bundle of ski’s and the two of them landed on the ground. Boudica bounced safely on her butt, while the man went sprawling out on his back.

“Watch where you’re going fuck face!” Boudica growled, rubbing her backside.

The man laughed and brought himself up to a sitting position. “Sorry, that was my bad. I couldn’t see where I was going.”

“Yeah, well.” Boudica paused, seeing the guy for the first time. He was a sculpted, scruffyg, looking man. He looked like a lab had tried to design the perfect Hemsworth. Not that the ancient queen knew that. All she knew was “Hot cha cha! You’re not a fuck face, you’re gorgeous!”

The man smiled bashfully and got to his feet. “Well, thanks.” He offered his hand to help her up, and in thanks, Boudica began to help round up his skis.

“These are some funny looking spears.” She observed, giving one an experimental swing, and thrust.

“They’re skis.” The guy said.

“Aye. How’re you going to protect this fort with these eh?”

He cocked his head. “They’re not weapons, you strap them to your feet, and use them to move in the snow.”

Boudica just blinked at him, looking credulous.

“I’m Randy, by the way.”

“Aye me too.” Boudica shook his hand. “I was hopin’ you were feelin’ it.” She smiled and drew closer, pressing his hands into her chest.

“No I mean my name…” He paused and looked around. “Was that a come-on?”

“Well I’m not walking around in my underwear looking for a bridge partner am I boyo?” She was still very much dressed for sex, even if she hand been planning on drinking moments before. She was never one for modesty, and now that there was a mildly... more than promising sex man here for the taking, she was in the mood all over again.

Randy grinned. “Well… I’ve got a room?”

“I want to fuck you in it.” Boudica answered.

By this point, Randy was quite delighted with the strange creature he’d just encountered. He ran his hand through his wavy brown hair, smile still plastered on his face. “What’s your name?”

“Boudica.”

“Is that Irish?”

“No.”

“...okay,” He gave her his arm. “Can I show you upstairs?”

Boudica nodded and wrapped her arm around his. Swooning at the touch of his muscles. Now, this was a man. “Aye, but first don’t you think it’s polite to tell a girl your name?”

"Ah, come on!" The air hockey table whirred to a stop, just as Molly's puck flew right into Erica's goal, scoring her yet another point.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah." Molly did a little dance of victory, causing her ponytail to bounce in a very attractive way.

Erica was sweating, panting, and... smiling? "Okay kid, it's been a while since I've played, don't get full of yourself."

Molly crossed her arms. "Sure sure, maybe you were rusty on that first game, but after five? I think you're just bad at this Erica."

Erica gasped and punched her in the arm. "You think you're so cool, huh?" She was beaming. "How about we play a game of my choice then?"

Molly shrugged and set her puck down on the table. "Fairs fair. What are you thinking? Ski ball? Basketball, wack a mole?"

Erica's eyes looked around the arcade, heart pounding with excitement. There were so many games, and they were all free! She hadn't been in one of these in ages. They always seemed like such a scam to her. Oh, got it. "Crane game."

"Are you kidding me?" Molly gave her shoulder a shove. "Everyone knows those are rigged."

Erica shoved her back. "Oh come on, you haven't even lost yet. Save your whining until then."

Molly nodded and sprinted towards the machine. Erica laughed and ran after her, the two bumping and tripping each other to be the first to touch it. Erica lunched for the controls, but only just made it, Molly was hanging off of her like a cape, the two of them giggling deliriously.

Erica shrugged her off. "What do you want?"

"You really think you can win at this?"

"Come on, what do you want?"

Molly squinted and surveyed the field of plush and plastic. "Hmmm, king bear!" Molly pointed to a plushy brown bear wearing a regal crown on his head.

"Easy." Erica slapped a button and started operating the machine. As she did, Molly leaned up against the machine, and stared at her. Like she was observing a sunset. It flustered Erica so much, that she missed her first attempt, and had the wait for the flacid claw to return to it's original position. "You're distracting me." Gabby whined, sounding more like an 18-year-old than she would have liked.

Molly smiled, flattered. "You think I'm distracting?"

Erica blushed, feeling a heat engulf her. "I... I have a boyfriend." She lied, suddenly. "Back at school." That lie she told with a whisper.

"Lucky you." Molly crossed her arms. "What's his name?"

Erica panicked, and sent the claw once more off-target. "Carlos. He's in band." She kicked herself. There had been a carlos, but they only ever went on one date.

"He's in a band, or he's in band?"

"Marching band." Erica huffed, annoyed that she was being interrogated.

"Sexy."

Erica scowled, and on her final attempt grabbed the bear by his head, and pulled him free. Molly looked on in disbelief. Erica retrieved the toy and shoved it in her arms. "There's your stupid bear." She started to walk off but Molly grabbed her elbow again.

"Wait I still have to go." Erica shook her head, but Molly was insisting. "Come on, show me how you did it." She positioned herself at the controls.

Erica grumbled. “First find your target.”

Molly squinted. “Iiiii I dunno, what do you want?”

Erica felt a tingle inside her. “Octopus.” She pointed at a yellow and round little guy at the front.

“Got it.”

“Then you just…” Erica gulped. She had a vision of all the crushes she had in high school and all the perfect moments she let pass. Skylar had been right about this being a second chance.

Erica got behind Molly and put her hands on Molly’s. She smelled like sweat. Erica liked it. “You just gently tap it over.”

Molly’s expression grew serious. As she tried to hone on the prize. “Aww, man!” Her first try was a bust, and the claw reset itself for round two.

“You got it, just breath.” Erica pressed herself into the pretty young girl, helping her aim along with a few nudges of her hand. She breathed in her musky sweat mixed up with something sweet. Baby powder? Erica tapped Molly’s other hand causing the claw to drop down right on the octopus’ head.

No good, it slipped right through. “Aww so close!” Molly cheered. “Last try!”

Erica buried her face into the taller girl's back. “You smell really good.” She whispered miserably.

“Don’t tell your boyfriend.” Molly teased.

“Hmph.” Erica pouted and tapped Molly’s hand causing the claw to land way off target.

“Hey!” Molly laughed, wrangling Erica’s arms off her.

The guilt shone in Erica’s face, brilliant and proud.

“It’s your loss you know.” Molly held up her little brown bear and puppeteer him around in a little dance. “Hahaha.” She gloated, even as her own claw returns to port depositing nothing but air and shattered dreams.

‘This would have been a perfect first kiss.’ The thought came to Erica like a vision. Much better than the sloppy drunk one she got freshman year.‘ Yeah, I’ll take it.’

She leaned forward, lips parted, heart-pounding, when her damn eyes looked at the clock in the arcade. “Oh crap!” A bolt of fear ripped through her. “It’s 1 AM! My mom’s gonna kill me.” She didn’t even have time to shudder in horror that she meant Eve. “I’m sorry I gotta go!”

Before she could bolt, Molly grabbed her by the elbow. “Wait, let’s hang out tomorrow.”

Yes!

No!

“I’ve got show stuff tomorrow.”

“All day?”

Erica did a little potty dance as she was torn between getting back to her room and hashing out the details. In the end, she bolted. “I’ll come find you!"

Randy had asked Boudica if she wanted to freshen up in the bathroom before they got down to business. Boudica had accepted because she had the sense that it was something girls did, but when she arrived she realized that she had no idea what they did while inside. So she shrugged, washed her hands, and looked at herself in the mirror.

It was a strange little thing… seeing herself. These future folks must be so used to it. She stretched her lips wide open to take a look at her gums, and uvula.

“Ugh, what am I doing?” She sighed and looked at the mirror. Freckled face frowing at freckled face. “Yer not a lover. No matter what the audience says. Yer wrath, angry, fearless, wrath. I ain’t no mewin’ kitten.” She nods to herself, wise as ever.

This must be what he meant when he sent her in here.

She opened the door. “Listen boyo, I think this is a mistake. I’m not the type of person who… WOAH! THE HELL IS THAT?”

Waiting on the bed for her was Randy. Naked, perfect, and hard as a roman spear. “What? He looked around like there was a snake in his bed.”

Boudica gawked and shuffled forward. She raised her leg and gave the offending object a poke with her toe. “Fuckin’ hell is that your cock?”

Randy looked worried and started to cover himself with his covers. “Uh, yeah… are… are you leaving?”

Boudica barked and ripped his covers off, leaving him mostly unprotected. It’s true, that he was large. Bigger than you’re thinking… bigger… bigger… come on, that’s too big. He’s still human! Bigger than satan for sure. “Look at that thing. Do you pass out every time you get a stiffy?”

“Um, no?”

“How do you have that much blood in your body?”

He laughed nervously. “I don’t know. So, what’s going on?”

Boudica jumped on the bed and gripped that scary looking too. “Were fuckin’ of course!”

He grunted as he felt Boudica press him into the bed, and take hold of his manhood. “I thought you were about to leave.”

“Well a lots happened since then.”

He laughed, and with a smile on his face, gripped her hand and gave it a kiss. “I guess so.”

She leaned on him, and stroked his dick up and down, for once feeling like she had dainty little hands. She needed this prep time because she had no idea how she was going to take that thing.

“I’m not that big!” He laughed. She was staring at the tool.

“Then bring me whoever you’re comparin’ yourself to.”

“Naw, he’s a real jerk.” He winked and gently laid her out on the bed. Her raid hair spilled out everywhere, like red rays from the sun. She had a worried look on her face. “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip, looking soft. Her pale skin blushed, so easily it was sad. “I don’t like, not being…” She let her words trail off.

“I thought it would be easier.” He kisses her neck, making her body shudder. “Don’t want you hurting yourself on my GIANT cock.”

She giggled, not quite liking how it tasted in her mouth. “I looks like it should unfold into an umbrella.”

“If might if you don’t handle it right.”

“Okay, I’ll let you, oooh!” Boudica’s eye’s went wide. As she felt herself stretch open at the behest of a cockhead. She clenched down on it, and sighed, her ring pulsating around it like like a sucking mouth. “Thaaat is something.” She clenched her face up, trying to stay in control. Not quite wanting to admit that she wanted this and that it felt good. Not even really realizing this was the first human contact she'd had since her ****. The only pleasure she'd experienced in an eternity. She wasn't ready to admit that this intimacy was filling a hole she'd had for some time.

Randy was in no rush, and spent his time, rocking his hips back and forth, going no further than the head. He just let her hole welcome him in, and kiss him goodbye, while Boudica became an ever louder, and more willing participant in this plan. Her whimpers and grunts soon became sighs, and moans.

“You’re killing me.” She sighed, arching her back.

“Want me to stop?” He paused, letting his head slide out of her.

“No, no the teasing. You’re killing, just stick it in, you pussy.”

He chuckled. “I thought you were afraid I’d kill you.”

“I’m counting on it!” She wrapped her legs around his back and put her hands on his chest. She clutched handfuls of chest hair. “Give it to me you randy bastard.”

He needed no encouragement, and slowly, slowly, gently began to give himself to her, stretching out her welcoming body, bit by bit. This time he lost his own composure, and closed his eyes, allowing a deep and satisfied moan.

“I like that.” Boduica husked, watching his face twist in pleasure. She’d never done that to a man before. She pursued her lips, her green eyes wide, and curious. They ran over his every feature, taking in the dream that was his face, his body, his joy. She clenched herself rhythmically, empathetically hoping to elicit another sigh, another bolt of sacred joy. “Am I good?” She asked, feeling more ****, than she ever had in battle.

“Ugh,” He slid himself out, and the fucking began. “You’re perfect. God, you’re perfect."

And he meant it.

From there they began fucking. The wet, sweaty, deeply bonding type of rut. She'd never been this wet, but she'd never had something this big inside of her! He just kept going, thrust after thrust, for entire minutes. She was lost in it quite quickly, finding that she was more orgasmic than she would have guessed. Before long she was riding on waves of pleasure, completely lost at sea. She felt like she was returning to the universe, each rising, crashing arch of pleasure, followed by another and another. And all the time it was his face she got to look his, his pleasure, that she was giving him. Like some sacred perfect exchanged that she never wanted to end.

Erica laid in her pajamas, a t-shirt and gymshorts with a school mascot to them. She was staring at the ceiling, with the sense that she was standing completely still, and the rest of the universe was rotating around her.

She forgot to ask why the key unlocked.

That shamed battled with another one.

She forgot to kiss Molly goodbye.

Both inevitably lead her to the conclusion that they would have to meet again, for another attempt.

"How was your night?" Eve asked huskily, half asleep.

"It...was nice." Erica concluded, after a brief battle with herself. "I went to the arcade."

Eve snorted sleepily and turned over in her bed. "Did you have fun?"

Erica hid her face in her pillow, and nodded. "Yeah..."

Eve let out a long yawn, and sighed herself to sleep. "That's good."

Erica smiled and clutched her pillow to her chest, smiling. She let the spinning of the universe lull her to sleep like a mobile of the stars.