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You return to reality and pull the dildo out of your mouth, coughing and clearing your throat.

"So that's how you're communicating with her..." it said as it drew forth and approached climax, "the empire must find out about this..."

"Please...just let me take a shower..." you begged.

It ignored you and shot into your mouth and resumed cumming.

In the short time since your last visit, the village had somehow discovered what action was the cause of your arrival. Their previous amusement had shifted to sheer disgust as they looked up at you like a gruesome car wreck that couldn't look away from yelling "you're sick, you know that?! Absolutely disgusting! Can't make it even an hour without sticking it in your mouth?!"

You couldn't correct them, you instead balled your fists tightly and shook them and kicked in frustration of even them misunderstanding your role in this. You were being kidnapped by this demonic spirit residing in your cock. None of any of what had happened was your intention- back to the beginning of this, when the cursed panties hitched a ride without your knowledge and forced themselves onto you after the shower.

You returned to the queen, who levied the same accusations at you as the village did, "Twice in one morning," she said, "surely it can't be for business, I take it it must be pleasure? I knew you'd eventually...cum...around."

'I just want to shower.....' you thought, 'if I can't get away from this cursed existence, please just allow me a shower and five minutes peace...'

You began gurgling, to which the queen immediately picked up on.

"Oh! So THAT'S how," she said, holding an ear near your mouth, "so it is business. What a shame. You'll learn to love us eventually," she said to you, "not like you'll have a choice," she laughed, "otherwise, you're going to have a long and wretched existence."

You knew she was right, but adapting to all of this to where its anything less miserable than a personal hell seemed unimaginable- let alone, finding a place where its tolerable, further from that where you would actually "love" her.

"But now that I know her method for summoning you, I now know the magic that she's using. With this knowledge, I can cir-cum-vent her defenses against my power and invade her little domain through you"

"You want me to grab an article of your jewelry for you to enchant and equip on her?" Cassandra asked.

"I'm thinking our vessel needs a pearl necklace," the queen said.

"But your highness, you don't possess any pearls."

"We'll just have to make due with what we have." She smiled before reaching under your skirt and grabbing your dick. She then leaned forward and kissed you while stroking your cock. She was a woman but she was also your cock- you didn't know whether this was pleasurable or more embarrassing.

She whispered into your lips, "Past and future unite. Meet us here in this moment to create this artifact," she said continuing to stroke.

A strange sensation fell over you. In the real world you felt your endless orgasm pumping into your mouth, but in parallel you felt yourself in this existence building up to another orgasm as well.

Just as you climaxed in this world, the cum flew into the air, curved and splashed onto your face. You then felt something fill your mouth in this existence too.

Whatever had suddenly filled your mouth began to push past your lips, it extended out and you saw another dick sticking out from your mouth. The nightmare of this vision negated the brief relief from the onslaught of cum you were forced to consume in the real world.

The queen, with her other hand reached up and grabbed the newly appeared cock. You tried to back away from her to prevent it, but you were frozen in place while the cum continued to land on your face.

"Unite and cum together!" The queen said as she began to stroke both simultaneously, the growing excitement of the one sticking out from your mouth filled you with an existential disgust.

The second was built up and exploded, as the stream of cum diverted away from you and united with the newly climaxed one. From the combined streams, a piece of jewelry was created. Beads of cum built around a string of cum- resembling...a pearl necklace. Once complete, the necklace floated down and placed itself around your neck. The wet ends of each side met and dried together, sealing itself on you.

"Using this," the queen said, "we can work to negate her magical guard preventing me from entering her domain...should only take an hour for the magic to defeat hers."

As disgusting as it was for the cock to appear from your mouth, it felt more disgusting for it to disappear back into it. Not one person to have ever existed should have to experience this disgusting existence you've found yourself in- what wrong could you have possibly done to invite such misfortune?