27
KING
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Storms are scary to me now, but there is also something beautiful about them.
Part of me has forgotten the fear, though. I couldn't wait until I got home to take the pills because I knew it would take a little bit for them to take effect.
But I have it now.
Paradise.
It’s a watered-down version of what it used to be, but it’s still something.
I’ll just have to take a little bit more.
I walk up to the house.
Through the patter of the gentle rain, there’s a quick meowing noise and I look to my left, but there’s nothing there. Some bird flies by and an animal chases it. That’s how I feel sometimes.
I go inside and head up the spiral staircase to the master bedroom.
The bed is all fluffy from the way I messed up the sheets earlier, but it doesn't matter. My body feels… disjointed.
Super tired.
I don’t even register my movements as I try to take off my wet clothes. I dunno.
So tired.
Maybe I’ll just…
I throw off my shoes, turn my back to the foot of the bed, and let myself fall.
The thing is…
I keep falling.
The world peels away.
Wow.
My body is completely naked, shed of the heavy, wet clothes of the real world.
I am falling through a sky made of thick, shimmering water, but I can breathe in it just fine.
I close my eyes with a wide, bright smile, exposing all my teeth to the liquid air.
My mouth feels bigger than normal, capable of swallowing the sun.
My hair is long now, longer than my body, trailing behind me like a comet’s tail as I’m falling and floating.
Then, I start to fly.
My hair is like a curtain or a white silk sheet, and I move my hands through it, diving into the white silk of my own hair like a veil.
Through the gap, I see a lush, impossible island anchored in the middle of the watery sky.
Shards of something… diamonds, glass, frozen light… float around my head like glittering dust. I flex a muscle I didn't know I had and pivot, realizing I can steer myself with a mere thought.
Toward the island’s peaks, they're there. Dozens of them. Women, beautiful and naked, drifting through the currents with great, iridescent wings sprouting not just from their backs, but tearing elegantly from their open mouths.
"Hi, King," they all say with bright smiles.
I wave at them, soaring toward the group. "Hi," I greet them, grinning so hard my face aches.
I feel a flicker of shyness, but the women reach out, pulling me down until I’m floating in the center of them.
They use their hands, their wings, their legs, and their breasts to give me the most out-of-body massage I’ve ever felt. Every touch is divine.
When I look down at myself, lying on my back in the middle of a circle of about fifty women, my penis is glowing a radiant, solid gold.
The women are speaking a language I understand; this is my world. This is my paradise. I speak the language too, and it’s beautiful. It almost sounds like French. Everything is so warm and cool at the same time. Every woman that touches me gives me a new experience. A new flavor of bliss.
I can’t stop laughing.
I’m soooooo very happy.
I feel fulfilled.
Two of them kneel, their wings fluttering, as they both slide their tongues up my penis on either side.
"Mmmmm, haha. You’re so big," they state in their language.
"You taste like candy," another one expresses, her hands roaming over my thighs.
"Let me taste you," I reply.
The woman comes close to me, her eyes locked on mine.
She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and it keeps going, sliding all the way down my throat until it reaches my stomach.
It fills me up from the inside, expanding until my stomach explodes into a glorious, shimmering feeling of glitter.
I orgasm over and over, my body jolting with the force of it.
"More?" another woman asks, her voice a purr.
"More. All of it," I tell her.
She climbs on top of me, sinking herself down and taking all of my length in one smooth motion. There are not a lot of women who can do that, but these fairy women can; they’re built for this.
Her nipples are glowing all sorts of colors as she’s fucking me. She’s milking my cum right out of me. Her pussy is sucking it straight into her, and I can see the branching outline of it making its way through her, giving her life force.
Her tongue tentacalizes down my throat, filling my stomach with more of that bright feeling.
It explodes again. When I open my mouth, my laughter comes out as a cloud of feathers and stars.
"More," I say, swallowing.
"King," she smiles, wanting to please me. I never want to leave this feeling.
All the girls are laughing, a chorus of bells. My hand cups one of their vaginas, feeling the never-ending wetness they possess. They make everything right for me. All the fear of the storm is gone.
As a matter of fact, what fear? There was never any.
Fear is not part of the vocabulary here.
"King," they all purr, chanting my name.
"King, King, King," they chant over and over.
I lay my hands out, and now we’re flying, soaring in the air. All of them flitter and take turns fucking me and filling my throat.
"More paradise," I say, grinning.
"Kingston!" a very loud shriek comes from one of them.
"It’s okay, baby. We can all be together," I reply, wanting her to feel the peace.
"Look at me!" she screams.
I don’t want her to be left out.
I don't know why she’s crying.
I start floating toward her, putting my arms around her and sticking myself inside of her. She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue in, reaching to the depths of my stomach, right through it, and pulling at my balls until my stomach expands again.
It explodes in the best feeling I’ve ever felt!
It’s like coming from my dick and my mouth at the same time. It’s a feeling I never thought I’d be able to explain, and I still can’t.
I just want to stay here for the rest of my life because no matter how many times I come, it never stops getting better.
I love you guys.
I love everybody.
I want everybody to have this.
All I can do at this point is cry because the joy is so overwhelming. It's more than what a human can withstand.