My First Astral Surrender: Breaking Into the Unknown
Their living room felt too small. Black couch stuck to my back. Magali handed me the beer, cold foam spilling over. I’d fixed her bathroom shelf, sweat still drying. Céline sat across, pregnant belly round under light blouse, eyes eating me alive. Six months along, some donor’s seed. Heart hammered. Last night – dream or real? That blonde pixie rode me, milked my cum like a pro. Had to be her.
Magali’s swimsuit hugged tight. Voluptuous tits strained fabric, nipples hard points stabbing at me. Drunk on the sight, I gulped beer. Mind reeled – fiction bleeding into now. Vision swam. Glass slipped. Céline snatched it. World tilted. Collapsed into dark.
The Approach
Floated up. Watched my body sprawl. No – pounding Magali doggy on warm carpet. Hips slamming, her moans raw. Astral me hovered. Céline floated near, voice in my skull. ‘No fear, love. Not crazy. She craves your cock. Soon her too – our babies, yours.’ Stunned. Flew hand-in-hand. Stars streaked. Earth gone. Naked, cock twitching. Her nightie whipped in void wind. No cold. ‘Surprise. Margaret awaits. Nude’s perfect.’
Black hole loomed. Sucked us in. Pitch void. Her hand gripped tight. Stone path under bare feet. Tunnel light pulsed ahead. ‘Eyes front. Never down.’ Narrow bridge over nothing. Abyss whispered. Sweat poured despite nudity. Heart thundered. Shadow stirred right. Sulfur blast. Bridge cracked. She shoved. We tumbled safe. Stones swallowed by dark.
Torches lit marble cave. Heat wrapped us. White tunics waited. Slipped them on – angels now. Golden carafe, wine sweet. Drank deep, eyes locked. Bliss hummed. Euphoria shivered through me like pre-cum tingles. First taste of beyond.
Light swallowed us. Fell forever. Jolt.
Meanwhile, my body twitched. Magali mounted reverse. Fingers probed her puckered hole – virgin territory. She shivered, spread cheeks wide. Gland nudged. Nervous push. Heart raced even astral.
Garden bloomed tropical. Margaret: caramel goddess, sari flowing, black eyes piercing. Telepath words: ancient worlds, my seed chosen. Pulled me aside. Gaze pinned me stiff. Cheeks kissed soft. Lips parted, tongue hot – ginger spice. Clothes vanished. Naked before deity. Knees buckled.
The Instant
She knelt. Mouth engulfed cock. Long tongue coiled shaft. Grew massive – veins throbbing, balls tomato-heavy. Sucked slow, tender. Eyes up, amused. Legs shook. Palm pressed for balance. First divine suck – innocence cracked wide. Physical me mirrored: her ass bloomed, swallowed me to hilt. Virgin ring clenched, milked. No thrusts. Cum erupted. Howled her name.
She spun, jerked me firm. Kept spirit soaring.
Margaret swallowed floods. ‘Serum gift. Potent now.’ Exhausted, thirsty. Demons wrecked bridge, she said. Felouque ride home. Fall back.
Woke. Night fallen. Them in orange silk, shoulders bare. Céline kissed lips. Lay beside. Her thought: ‘My girl’s yours. Elu.’ Margaret’s words echoed.
Months blurred. Threesome bliss. Charlotte born blonde. Nightly fucks, seed flowing. Manor life, ancient wealth. But tears at work. Doubts gnawed. Annie burst in. Shook me. Blackout again.
Sun pierced. Vanessa loomed, my real wife. Delusion shattered. Forgot her in fantasy abyss. Agents purged the succubi.
Now, mornings: tongue in her wet folds. She bucks, screams. Then flips – ass offered. Plunge deep, real grip. Sushi after, wine sipped. Heart steady. True passage. Innocence traded for honest fire.
