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Cark wakes up, and finds himself blinded by the shimmering effulgent light - as he felt nothing but pure emotions; no sense of touch, smell, or sight, just plain, yet passionate emotions of great panic waiting to be released out. He felt no sense of his self; he couldn't shout or scream either. Somehow, this emotion quickly fades away - replaced by a more soothing aura that relaxed his emotions. Cark thrusts himself upward, seeing a very cerulean sky - blanketed by streaks of thin sheets of clouds. He looks down, seeing himself sitting on a fluffy surface.

With the evanescent light shimmering off his sight, he finds himself amidst the dense layers of fulgent clouds flowing in eminence which his mind called firmanent amidst the plumbless supernal skies above - whence the gaping wind had breezed. "W-where am I?" Confused, he tries to move his leg, but couldn't feel a single muscle twitching on his demand. He darts his eyes side to side, as he looked for his Saint Elon Musk; however, the dense brume blanketing the whole sky waxed in celerity echoed the message - signaling that he seems to be in no presence.

"You're in a safe place, my Saint Cark," a voice resembling Jesus Christ whispered on Cark's ears on a philosopher-like tone. Trying to espy the wisp of Jesus, Cark unfortunately, failed to take a fleeting glimpse of him.

A snap is heard from a distance. Suddenly, Cark started to feel himself - with his sense of self fully restored. Cark's eyes popped out in shock, realizing that this is the real heaven. He places his hands on his arms and brushes them from limb to limb; it felt smooth, yet silky and sexy. Cark twitches his legs and moves them with ease. Feeling confused on where to go in the midst on this sacred yet humongous flat surface. Deep inside of Cark's mind he knew he was traumatized of such an event which was beyond incomprehensible to the human mind. Strangely, he didn't grasp a single recollection of that said event - yet the trauma deeply ingrained still holds on him when his mind jumped onto the yesterdays that felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, he sees a saint-like figure yon within his sight. Within just a fleeting glimpse, a zephyr of pleasure overwhelmed Cark to the point that he was pleased of the figure's graceful dance moves - as if he moved like the holy DMT of the highest saints and seraphs of ancient biblical ophanims with saintly wheels of eyes swirling with vibrant incongruous patterns of colors and infinite mandelbrot-like transcendental fractals incomprehensible to the human mind was swaying beyond the skills of his gyrating dance moves. His saint-like voice which chanted "Saint Mishappor" in a high-pitched soprano - followed by infinitely-far echoes lasting at everlasting sequences of intervals convinced him that that he musters his will to step closer; his voice was capable to the point that honorificabilitudinitatibus deorum potentis cito potest, ut caelum supra transcendit. Though, Cark took a nimble step back apace - lest perchance anger the wrath of the gods feeling a chip of his mind had envy from his flexuous body.

As Cark skittered few inches closer, he stared at him - as he grew infatuated by his long legs, chiseled calves, muscular arms, big breasts, silky skin tone, juicy celluliteless butt, and sacred wing-like toes. His hair style strangely looked familiar - strikingly similar to those of Saint Freddie Mercury's. Spellbound by the indescribable cat-like appearance with dancing feline moves, Cark was left spellbound - as the grip of his feet faltered with a concentrated stare of his saintly apparance the more he stepped closer.

Saint Freddie Mercury halts his lightsome dances as he turns around and voluptuously stares at cark with cat-like elegant eyes, gaping his mouth as he saintly lets out a sanctimonious chant "Sanctissimum Carkum-kun mei mecum venis - ut album sanctum cum mea tibi dabo; delectabimus cum ludis magnis ipsos" He chanted in a Χ’ΦΈΧͺΦ΄Χ™Χ§ ΧΧ•ΦΉΧ€Φ·ΧŸ-like biblical angelesque-like philosophus stoicus strugulantur et irae sanctorum dementorum tone - as if saint-like anuli et alae sanctissimorum deorum e corpus eius prominent. Saint Freddie Mercury twitched his cat-like ears and furrowed a sultry wink.

Cark did not understand the saint-like language he was receiving. But he knew based on his questionable body language states that he was on the brink of receiving a surge of unspoken pleasure from him - which unfortunately sent him in shudders knowing that he was about to get. "O- Saint Senpai Freddie Mercury-kun?!~ How did you- how did you get here?!" Cark sputtered in a high pitched anime girl voice - which emanated of sheer muliebrity.

"Oh, my saintliest Cark-sempai-kun, you don't know where I've been to. But I always felt this strong, holy-like saint relationship between each other." Saint Freddie Mercury chanted and slowly approached cark with graceful, cat-like steps. He crosses his arms on his chest like a saint, and creased a blitheful smile which furrowed his cheeks in smooth boiling red.

"H-huh?" Cark takes a step back in great hesitance lest he might involve himself into thy great second cumming within his projecting circles.

"O Cark, this will be your everlasting experience in a lifetime," Saint Freddie Mercury chanted in a Gregorianesque-like philosopher tone - with his chanting slowly transitioning to the voice of Ancient Saint Socrates. He extends his arm and formed his fingers with a snap. Positioning beneath the skins between his middle finger and thumb together, he snaps his fingers firmly, as the ground trembled beneath their graceful feet with a coruscating light curtaining their vision before having the chance to react. The light fades away, as they are transferred to something which looked like a holy saintly-like paradise land to what it seems like filled with dense landscapes of cream.

"What is this place? Cark interrogated.

"Oh, don't question, saint Cark." Freddie Mercury's cat-like tail slowly leapt up as he pulled out a holy sacred fascinus - mustering his pleasure as he whiplashed his sempiteral phallus in an oscillating manner whence thy cum started to protrude within the very tip of the foreskin, and thenceforth, Cark - as he blushed in sheer rubescence, started to feel a surging aura which blew his chiseled cat ears away. Saint Freddie Mercury whiplashed his sacred fascinus off his toga apace, as his saint-like liquids squirt off in all directions - leaving Cark bestrewn within thy cum of his; his dulcifying cream flooding amidst the gaping surface surely left him floundering of great pleasure. Saint Freddie Mercury relinquished, after a surge of pleasure started to overwhelm within his asses.

"MAMMA MIA-KUN!" Cark yearningly shouted to the top of his lungs - seeing himself trapped amidst of inevitable travail of everlasting blend of torture and pleasure - yet he felt a surge of vestal blithefulness from which he yearned consistently. Shortly, his mind clocks back onto the eternal past whence he reminisced hitherto the moment that the Egyptian-like Femboy Furry Jesus Christ whiplashed his sacred phallus within his projecting spheres. And heretofore his cat-like dignity was ruined whence he sacrificed his innocence within the brink of the heavens from the bottom tip.