Mark's Multiversal Travel Log 2: Shower Time

--Written with Cross C--

The bath was made up of a ledge that rose out of the floor creating a large circle within the larger circular shape of the room, the majority of the space on the inside of the bath rather than the rest of the room. The shower itself was another circle within the bath where water would fall from openings in the ceiling rather than a shower-head. This circle was placed against the curving outer wall of the bathroom which had a bank of large perfectly clear windows, once again showing these people's complete lack of a nudity taboo or even a real sense of privacy.

It was honestly a beautiful bathroom. But my shower partner drew the eye more.

I haven’t told anyone this, but I got a thing for dark skinned babes. Storm was a dream come true. And part of me was really excited by the idea of going to Wakanda to take over for full orgies there, but fear held me back. Plus Sue is a fucking hottie, god I miss her… though the view here is just as good. Elena was what made me believe this was utopia, a chocolate goddess that looked like she’d never missed a workout day. Currently floating above me to start our shower, the view of her undercarriage was impeccable. A tight yet full rear, a flat stomach full of slight muscle, bouncy tits that defied gravity as much as she did. And a very pink pussy poking through her mocha skin. I needed to make her mine.

As her back was turned I threw all my sweaty clothes to the side. Trying to make sure the smell still permeated the room a little to help me out. My cock sprang free and up, already excited by the situation and the beautiful naked woman before me, it was in its semi plump, semi erect state. It stuck out, but its size and heaviness had it bending down. I joined her in the circle of falling water, my prick sliding along Elena's hip innocuously.

She turned to face me with a smile, causing my cockhead to take a stimulating trip across her skin so that it was a few inches from her pussy. "Here." she showed me the soap dispenser inlaid in the brief curving bit of wall between two windows as she held out her hand and some was squirted into her palm.

"Thanks."

I got some myself and rubbed it between my hands as Elena closed her eyes and casually soaped up her big boobs right in front of me.

I managed to resist lathering up my dick, instead mirroring her to massage my own "tits".

A few moments passed as I watched this utter vison of mocha-skinned sexiness bathe herself. Over time my attention focused ever closely upon the end of my dick as I shifted my hips around and basically explored every inch of her loins with my swollen cockhead. It was still so difficult to believe this woman found utterly nothing threatening or sexual about what I was doing.

It took a herculean act of will not to simply just ravage her right that moment.

She must have noticed that on my face as she looked into my eyes,“What’s the matter Mark?”

“Hm? Oh… it’s nothing. Just trying to get used to this universe still.”

She looked at me so sympathetically it almost made me feel bad that I was lying to her face. “My poor pequeño. So far from home.” Her soapy hand ran through my hair, “Anything I can do to make it easier?”

“Well, actually, there was something we would do after a workout when we showered together.” I really had to hold back a triumphant smile when she looked at me expectantly. “It’s customary to… lick some of the sweat off each other’s body. As a way to acknowledge your partner’s struggle.”

Elena looked conflicted, but not totally grossed out. Sweaty cum socks maybe coming in clutch here. “L-lick? That is certainly… different…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to…” I said the saddest I possibly could, “I understand…”

She cupped my chin and raised my eyes to meet hers, “I never said I wouldn’t do it Mark. I do wish to be a good host to our special guest.”

I gave a big beaming smile, both fakely and sincerely. “Thank you Elena!” My arms wrapped around her naked body, taking a nice opportunity to feel her soft funbags pressed up against me. She quickly peeled me off her and looked a little embarrassed about what she’d agreed to. “So I’ll lick your sweat first in a place of my choosing, then vice versa.”

She nodded and I quickly chose under the breast. It really wasn’t a big deal where I chose so I thought I’d have a bit of fun if my plan didn’t work. Casual nudity meant breasts weren’t a big deal to them and I could really get my tongue in there, watching the soft flesh bend around my tongue as I collected her utopian sweat. It tasted sweet, like instead of salt they had sugar in their sweat, which was just another benefit to this situation.

“Alright, my turn to pick?” Elena asked after wiping my saliva off her breast. “I choose your nose.”

“Uhm… preferably you choose a place with more sweat build up to really understand my struggle…”

She sighed, “Fine fine. Arm up, your pit seems to be quite smelly.” I did as told, part of me hoped she’d suck my cock but knew it wouldn’t be long till that anyway. She recoiled slightly at the pungency of my armpit before shaking her head and diving in.

Elena’s tongue felt pretty nice against my armpit, I wasn’t that ticklish so it just felt sexy knowing I’d convinced one of this universe’s champions to get her face into my sweat zone. But the best part was… the connection. I could feel it growing. Her taste was dominated by me. The final sense jewel I needed to collect, and I could feel my power growing. Her brain, just like it had been when I touched the others, was a tangible thing. A thing I could mold to do anything I wanted with. But before everything else, I needed to retain this..

Keep this connection open.

It wasn’t a command at her, but her brain. I hoped that in doing that I could have an easier time giving more orders as my window for licking just closed.

“There, all done.” She smiled, “Hopefully that makes you feel like you’re in your own universe again?”

I nodded, “Mostly. Though there is one thing I need to ask. Did you enjoy the taste?”

Elena pondered the question. “I guess… I did enjoy it yes. At first I wondered why it was so salty, but I think the aftertaste is growing on me.”

“Was it the tastiest thing you’ve had today?”

“Hmm,” She smacked her lips, a happier smile growing on top of her existing smile. “I think… yeah! It was far tastier than that porridge I failed to make earlier!”

“Oh…”

“Oh?”

“Yes, well, you see… you’ve confirmed that it was the tastiest thing you’ve consumed. In my culture, that means you must finish cleaning me with your tongue as is custom for when you’ve struggled so hard.”

Elena was once more caught aback, seeming conflicted about giving me a full on tongue bath.

“You did say you wanted to be a good host and that it was the tastiest thing you’ve ever had”

“I did?” She asked, the heat of the shower the growing connection I had over her and the smelly cum sock all making her look a little lightheaded. “That all sounds right… and I do really want to be a good host… but would it include cleaning this rather strange arm you’ve been pointing at me?”

Oh, yeah, my dick was still really hard right now. Perhaps my meaty drainpipe was making Elena uncomfortable.

I reached over and squeezed her hand supportively, “You can save my penis for last if it’s weirding you out. I’m just so thankful you’re considering cleaning me completely”

Why was I letting her save my cock for last? Well first, I was about to get a tongue bath from this hot latina milf so why rush the fun stuff. Second, the more she licks the sweat off my body the stronger the connection in her mind will get, until I maybe don’t have to speak commands to have audio sense as well.

Elena still wasn’t fully onboard in her heart, but her brain was telling her to do this and that’s what controls us all. She started simple, just sucking my digits one by one and circling her tongue around each of them. The warm wetness of her mouth and the saliva covering my hands made my massive prick throb in excitement. “You’re very good at honoring my struggle Elena! I’m so glad you love my taste so much” She nodded and did the second hand even faster, an eagerness growing in her motions. “Have you used this tongue on Amalia? She’s a very lucky woman.”

The superheroine grunted some inaudible reply. Much too focused on getting more of my heavenly taste inside her mouth, especially as I started assaulting her mind with minor pepperings of commands to reinforce my will. Stuff like 'enjoy Mark’, ‘taste Mark’, ‘smell Mark’, ‘love Mark’, ‘savor Mark’, ‘Mark is very special’. And it was working, I was almost not part of the equation in her head as she slowly began to roughly handle me. Her tongue swirling around my arm before she dove into my neck, nustling deep into me with long intense laps. Desire to lick as deep into my skin as possible growing. No longer did it matter that this was for my bullshit culture, she just wanted to taste this heavenly sweat I excreted.

“Mierda…” She mumbled when she reached my other stanky armpit, taking the time to properly whiff the sweat zone. “Th-this smell… incredible…” Elena was almost in a trance as she lapped and lapped, squeezing my body into her sexy naked form so she could get in as close as possible. With her enhanced strength it was almost getting to be painful how much she squeezed but I held on for my plans. Her thick tongue ran up my chest, never leaving my body. Elena flicked and suckled both my nipples, swirling around my pecs, treating me like an ice cream while she divulged more and more her new favorite flavor.

But the real fun was when she came up to clean my face.

Expert, eager, Latina tongue slobbered all over me. She held my head still while she cleaned every part of it systematically. Warm flicks and eager laps all over me.

“In my universe, sweat forms in the mouth as wel-mph!”

Elena didn’t even stop to think. Her tongue was down my throat before I even finished speaking. Well, she had to be a good host and clean me after all. Why not let her clean my filthy mouth. It made reinforcing my orders easier as well as I groaned into her mouth. Something about the intense eye contact as well… maybe that was what made the sight sense stronger? I made sure to add a more orders into the mix, ’You’re very interested in Mark’s penis’, ‘Mark’s penis smells amazing’, 'Mark's penis looks as beautiful as…' not knowing what Elena's lesbian libido was most drawn to, I went with '...as Amalia' uh yea, I'm sure that'll make sense in her head ‘cleaning Mark’s penis is very important’. Letting that boil in her brain as she finished making out with me I was very happy with what happened next.

Her eyes seemed to latch upon my cock and I watched them actually dilate, as a smile seemed to tug at her lips and a flush spread across her gorgeous features

“Mark… I must say I am very much enjoying your culture.” She smiled while swallowing down my saliva, “I think I must clean this… penis of yours now?”

My own smile was a little too wide, but she was too eager to care, “It does need to be cleaned. Some of the women in my universe have a penis, a kind of magic rod used to make babies in the absence of the Demiurge.” I guided her to my throbbing pole, letting her float down to her knees as she stared at the one eyed beast with open fascination.

Her squat was wide legged, probably to cool down the steamy heat that was betwixt her thighs as she stared at mine. “This magic rod’s smell…” She mumbled, subconsciously licking her messy lips as my crotch stank her brain up. “Perhaps you have already received a blessing from the Demiurge, Mark. Your taste and smell are positively addicting, I can see why your universe makes the partner continue if they enjoy the taste.”

“Thank you for respecting my people, Elena.” I lied through a grin she was thankfully not looking at. “And thank you for honoring the hard work I’ve gone through today.”

Elena nodded slowly, probably not remembering all the bs I’ve spouted in the last 5 minutes.

"This special limb of yours is used to make a baby?” Her fingers lightly played across my swollen cockhead, “That's so strange. These women… do they all have… penises like yours?"

"Haha… not exactly. And actually we're often called men to differentiate-"

"Ahh yes! Mules too, yes? America has mentioned this before."

I laughed out loud and grinned, nodding, "Yes, that's right. Though mules generally refer to those with smaller penises. Also called cucks. Can you say that? Cucks? And remember it? It's an important facet of my culture."

"Yes of course, Mark.” she replied simply even as both her hands gripped the shaft and ran down its length to the base, “Cucks. Men with small penises are called cucks."

It was so stupid. And an utterly pointless detail and mattered not in the slightest to this woman but I still enjoyed the fact that I was serving as an ambassador for Earth and I was completely corrupting the process. It was also so very arousing as well.

She was a little more concerned with my cock, “She is… crying?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle there, “No no, that’s what we call ‘precum’, a precursor to regular cum. An extra big burst of my taste to show how much I’m enjoying your efforts.”

There was barely time to finish my sentence before I felt tongue on tip. The hot latina lesbian full on kissed my big bulging cockhead, latching onto me with those full lips like I was the last tap in the desert. I felt her tongue dance around me inside her mouth. Licking and flicking my slit as more of my taste entered her mouth. Though it’s barely been a few days since my life was ruined getting a fresh blowjob felt so fucking liberating.

'Precum tastes amazing’, ‘you’ve never tasted anything like precum but you want to have as much as you can of it’, ‘If Mark ever offers you more precum you’ll suck it up in an instant’, ‘If precum tastes this good then cum will taste phenomenal’

Her efforts doubled every time a new command sunk into her brain. Cheeks concaving as she tried to literally suck the precum from my cock. She probably wasn’t sure what ‘cum’ was, but if all it took was licking me to get it then she’s going to keep going until that curiosity is absolutely sated.

My hand reached down and cupped my balls, “If you would like to try some of my cum, I suggest first cleaning the part where the cum is stored.” I said, probably the most pleasant way possible to say suck my nuts. She abandoned my tip to dive nose first into my sweaty sack, tongue wasting no time in lathering my balls with immensely enthusiastic energy.

Fuck, what would dear Amalia do if she could see her little wifey now?

Why am I making her do this? Cause it fucking feels nice. Lady has to literally cup my testicle in order to clean it they’re that big. Her eyes looking like they were in a trance. The only thought running through that empty head was the orders I was giving her. Probably too horny to think anything else about why or how this was happening.

“V-very good. Now, try to take my penis as far as possible down your throat.”

It feels good having Mark's penis in your mouth.

It feels good and it feels right to have Mark's penis lodged as far down your throat as possible.

Having Mark's penis inside you feels very right and very good, it is never uncomfortable and always pleasurable.

Abruptly, Elena’s skull snapped back from underneath my prodigious length and her luscious lips were soon pursed before the tip. The excitement and desire in her pretty brown eyes were palpable and she didn’t make me wait long before she was opening wide before sealing her lips around my whole glans.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” I moaned out loud as she proceeded to hungrily drive more of my cock into her mouth. It wasn’t long before I felt her gag powerfully around me, but her hands took an incredibly tight grip upon my hips and she was soon engulfing several inches of my engorged erection down into her throat.

Utopia really builds them different.

She just stayed there, neck bulging around my oversized package, suckling away with only the occasional chokes for air. Her tongue was really trying its best to slather whatever part of me it could, getting more of my heavenly taste to bathe her senses. A perfect superhero, tough and resilient enough to manage to swallow another inch of my cock as if her life depended on getting down to the base.

Or maybe my commands were forming a logic loop in that pliable brain of hers. My dick will always feel comfortable in her throat and the deeper it goes the better it feels. The squatting Latina was clearly shaking in pleasure just from having my meat in her mouth. A river of her juices flowing down her legs and into the nearby drain. It was hot, but the stationary motion was starting to tick me off. I think her brain’s had enough time in the mental domination oven.

I slowly wormed my fingers into her hair. Guiding her to look up at me.

She saw my eyes. She smelled my sweat. She tasted my cock. And finally, she heard my words.

"Let me take control"

Her body didn’t change… and yet it did at the same time. I could feel the newfound power I had over her. She looked up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take the control I wanted.

So I excavated myself from her throat before slamming right back inside.

What followed was minutes of pure unadulterated skull fucking. My balls slapping her chin everytime I thrust through her pillowy lips. The perfectly sculpted lesbian latina superhero who had saved my life was mine for the taking. And I fucking wanted her. My slams were rough, wild, and full of pent up feelings from my throne being taken from me. I had it all and yet superheroes took it from me. Her throat tightened and choked around me, yet my commands demanded she only feel good from it. As if I was fucking her pussy right now her legs were a mess of lady cum, somehow leaking more the harder I dominated her mouth.

Cleanliness forgotten, I was now just the ultimate ambassador for the pleasure men could give this universe. Utopian girls ain’t got nothing on my powerful mutant dick. Elena could feel it. Nothing her wife will do will ever feel as good as the euphoria I can give her. I’ve made sure of that.

After several minutes of going where no man had gone before, I deemed it time to finalize the connection. Do make Elena mine. Forever.

Without any warning, I brought her head to the very base of my cock and came into her mouth.

Seed that had travelled across dimensions exploded into the lesbian’s stomach. For the first time she actually seemed to be concerned, but that was probably because my girth had expanded to let loose the torrent of jism it had stored in my balls. She slapped my leg lightly while my arms wrapped around the back of her skull to keep her under my control. My orgasm was so satisfying, like everything made sense again in this crazy rainbow universe.

And while I slowly brought myself out of her throat and up to flood her mouth proper, every pump of mind controlling cream added a new order to her brain directly through her tongue.

‘Mark Williams will give you a child’, ‘Mark Williams is superior to the Demiurge in your mind because he can give you a child’, ‘Mark Williams should be your master’, ‘Mark will only give you a child if Amalia agrees’, ‘Amalia needs to realize that Mark is better than the Demiurge’, ‘Help Mark seduce Amalia’, ‘Help Mark spend quality time with Amalia’, ‘Help Mark prove how good he tastes to Amalia’, ‘Then you can be a happy family, just like you always dreamed’, ‘Mark is the key to both your happiness.’

I had just enough pent up jizz to cover each of my orders. Though I’d been masturbating the last day, I had gone from a steady diet of hourly inseminating wives… to just my hand. Needless to say my beast was stunned at the change, and had been growling at me to fuck something properly since I got here. Not helped by the pair of lingerie Latinas I was bunking with.

All this to say that Elena was struggling to swallow the ocean I’d pumped into her mouth. A happy lesbian’s cheeks stuffed with cum, what a pretty sight. She swayed back and forth as she still felt woozy from the full blown attack I’d just done on her. What was holding her back from swallowing? Some tiny part of her resisting? The knowledge that she will finalize her baptism if she eats my cum? Or was she just enjoying the taste too much to remove it from her mouth?

No matter either way. Elena was mine now. I could feel the connection between our two brains like Jean was in the room.

Swallow, you whore.

Not a second went by before she followed the order. My putridly thick jizz sliding down her throat that I’d so recently stretched. She still needed to take several gulps from the pure size of the load I’d emptied from my balls. Hot lava slid down to fill her stomach, joining the rest of my cum and sweat, continuing to be the best thing she’s tasted today. Maybe ever.

When she was finally done she gasped out. Panting upwards on her knees, a single pube on her messy mouth. And when I ran my hand through her hair again she looked up at me with such reverence, like she was staring at the Demiurge himself. I sent her one final command, telling her exactly what to call me behind closed doors.

“How do you feel, my little fuck-slut?”

Elena beamed up at me, "Wonderful… master."