A/N: Originally this was meant to be a single chapter thing, but since I've not written a time-stop lewd for HSR yet I decided to split this into four chapters, focusing on each of the four main worlds we've been to thus far.

Updates on this might be a bit slow since I'm working on some other stuff behind the scenes, but I should hopefully update this at some point~

That said, do enjoy~

Disassociation

Chapter 1: Penacony

Out in the vast universe, there was a condition known as Entropy Loss Syndrome.

The basic principle behind it was that a person would, as the name implied, gradually lost their cellular entropy and perceive the world as if slowing down, until eventually they simply disassociated and ceased to be – a gradual, heartbreaking demise with no cure. There was, however, a counterpart to that condition, one known as Entropy Gain Syndrome.

As one might guess rather than lose entropy until a person ceased to be, they gained it, unendingly, until they also vanished. It was an exceedingly rare condition but not one that was unheard of, least of all to one of its sufferers, Kris.

Oh he'd tried to treat it. He'd spent his whole life's savings and years upon years of his time trying to find a cure, be it by himself, with scientists and doctors, he even got to work with the IPC for a while – all for naught. The science needed to cure such an elaborate and strange condition simply didn't exist yet and, while they had made some small strides for future generations, for him it was too late. Far, far too late.

The world had, from his perspective, stopped. People stood frozen in the streets, birds hovered motionlessly in the air, bubbles were still above a blower. From their perspective he – had they been able to catch even a glimpse of him – would probably be moving at the speed of light if not faster, blitzing as if little more than a flash. He could no longer have conversations with people, do research or even sleep – for any sleep he had would be over with in the blink of an eye, time not having moved more than a second or two.

Kris sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. Life really did know how to kick you while you were down.

Another weird quirk of his condition was that, much like a Trotter, he'd be warped and flung about the universe. That was one of the main reasons why EGS wasn't well understood, due to the still-unknown route with which Trotters traversed the universe. A route that was seemingly connected to his current state, only that he couldn't control where he went and was just blindly and rather suddenly flung about. Maybe he'd be in the IPC headquarters for a few seconds, then spend what felt like days in some flaming planet, then back to the IPC for an hour, and so forth. The transportation only sped up as he neared his end, and as time slowed to a crawl... he knew his time was near.

He didn't have long, he was sure.

''...haah, c'mon, stop being a stick in the mud...'' Kris murmured to himself; slapping his cheek. ''Look on the bright side... I can do this?''

Reaching out he plucked an ice cream cone from a Pepeshi's hand, licking it. He could still interact and taste objects, though he knew the individual he took it from would be very bewildered when their ice cream seemingly vanished from their hand.

It did, however, invoke his curiosity. Eager to take his mind off of his woes he ruminated on his imminent demise all the more, realising perhaps only then he had nothing to lose. He may as well do whatever he wanted – after all, there was no justice to face for his would-be crimes, no angry retaliations for his rudeness, no nothing. He could do... anything.

The thought brought some much-needed giddiness; giddiness he clutched onto, feeling a bit excited for the first time in ages. His eyes swept around Penacony, his current host, and noted all the shops and people. He could break in and steal some candy, he could punch that smug-looking robot guy in the face, he could... well, there was a lot of possibilities running wild in his mind.

All of which halted as he laid eyes on a cute girl by the roadside railing, overlooking the trench in the middle of Golden Hour. Her cuteness caught his attention immediately, from her red kimono-like attire to her bare, creamy legs, the mask on her head denoting her as one of the Masked Fools. Alas his condition didn't give him a name to work with, but he had actually prepared a countermeasure for such a problem – initially as a way to solve the problem of not being able to identify people due to his slowing time. A little biochip integrated into his index finger.

One he pressed into the girl's forehead.

Sparkle, Masked Fool. That was what the girl knew herself as – what her mind truthfully saw as her 'identity'. Whether that was her true name or just what she herself perceived as her identity he knew not, but it didn't matter. He had something to call her.

Sparkle didn't so much as twitch at his touch. Time still moved for her, and he was sure from her perspective she'd just felt a sudden tap to her forehead, but from his perspective she hadn't even twitched yet. Not a new phenomenon but given his current train of thought it excited him more than he wanted to admit – scratch that, it turned him on. He had nothing to hide anymore and he could do and say whatever he wanted, the consequences couldn't reach him any more.

It was that sentiment, that bubbling arousal, that finally coaxed him into action.

Namely shoving his left hand down her dress, groping her.

''Damn, not bad...'' She looked a bit smaller than she actually was; his fingers pushing the cup of her bra away just so he could get a nice, firm squeeze of her breast.

Doing something so audacious warmed his cheeks but the naughtiness just convinced him to take it even further, his breathing becoming a little heavy as he ran his other hand down her front, yanking her dress up and grabbing her crotch. Panties got in the way so he tucked them to one side, his fingers stroking her bare folds and exploring at his leisure, her entrance teased with his fingertips. He wondered what it must feel like on her end but he banished the thought as quickly as it came; no use worrying.

''Fuck, I might as well screw you, right?'' Kris murmured to himself, unhanding her. ''No way I can just not fuck a chick crazy enough to join the Fools.''

No reply came, naturally, but Kris trembled with excitement all the same. He wasn't a virgin – no he'd made sure to indulge prior to his condition worsening – but it had been a long while since that point, with masturbation too far from his mind. Perhaps because of that his cock ached with dire need as he fished it out from his pants, the aforementioned article of clothing ending around his ankles even as he twisted Sparkle around to face him, her disinterested expression oddly hot in that moment.

Grabbing her nice, perky ass he lifted her up as if she weighed nothing; setting her down on the smooth railing behind her. She remained frozen in position even when he let go of her, allowing his hands to ride up her hips and yank her panties down, tossing them to one side and leaving them floating in the air, her black panties rather risqué and lacy for public use.

''Maybe you were planning on getting laid, who knows...'' He murmured, opening her legs and eyeing her pussy. ''Guess it's your lucky day...''

Sparkle didn't answer but he got between her slender legs all the same, his cock coming to rest against her nether lips before he guided himself down, prodding her entrance with his tip – and then pushed in. He met resistance, a curse escaping his lips even as he grabbed onto her hips and forced himself in deeper, his eyes very nearly rolling back as he sunk into such a hot, tight cunt, his breath catching in his throat.

Until it spilled out in a heavy, breathless groan as he shoved the last inch of his dick inside. It probably hurt on her end but he didn't give a damn in that moment, left gasping from the tight pussy smothering his length. His fingers dug into her hips and he dared pull partway out, feeling her tighten around him right before he slammed back inside, the impact of their loins echoing around them, the sinful noise perceivable only to him.

''Oh fuck, you're so goddamn tight!'' He growled, slamming his hips forth again – gaining a visceral pleasure in seeing her tits jiggle a bit. A premium medium and quite perky they were nice to look at, enticing him to yank her dress down just so he could look at them more.

Even if she was as receptive as a doll in that moment he didn't care; pussy was pussy and he could easily pretend she was just disinterested; helped by her equally aloof expression. It turned him on if he was being honest; his fingers sliding down to her thighs as he steadily pumped into her more and more, each thrust faster and harsher than the last – driving himself balls-deep between her tight lips, feeling her cunt seize around him for his efforts.

He couldn't get enough of feeling her up either; his hands coming down to grope her butt and thighs, her skin soft to the touch and only encouraging him to give her butt a nice firm smack, the fleshy impact ringing out. He groaned at the noise and threw his head back, staring up at Penacony's skyline even as he went balls-deep in a Masked Fool, her nice pussy strangling his cock as he hilted it.

''How nobody's popped your cherry before now, I don't know...'' He moaned out. Or at least he assumed she was a virgin; there was no blood, though that could easily be due to the slowed time. Not that he minded; less mess was always good.

Such mirthful thoughts were quickly replaced by more lustful ones, however; his right hand leaping up to grab her right tit. He squished it roughly beneath his fingertips, squeezing hard enough to bruise but not giving a damn if it did – committing the shape, the feel, the gentle plumpness to his mind. Her other tit bounced from his furious pounding and he found himself moaning more and more, the sounds escaping him unbidden as his tip kissed her innermost parts.

The prospect of pulling out was there, the idea of messing up her dress hot – but the idea of cumming deep inside of her was even moreso. He didn't know if he could get someone pregnant due to his condition but in that moment he was unashamedly willing to try, his hips rutting him forth into her sex, every harsh smack of flesh soon followed by another – her clenching cunt squeezing moans and gasps out of him, his end nigh.

''Fuck, take it, take it...!'' He pistoned like a madman into her, nearly going cross-eyed as he neared his peak-!

And then he came, slamming one final time into Sparkle and moaning as he impregnated her. His tip kissed her cervix and delivered ceaseless spurts of semen, pent-up from months of abstinence and filling her womb aplenty. He grinded himself into her as he came, pleasure driving him mad even as he held onto her for dear life, the pleasure so intense he felt like he might dissipate then and there.

Little by little though he came back to reality, and with a laboured moan he pulled out altogether. His cum overflowed, unaffected by true time, and after a second he turned Sparkle back around into her original position. He wished he could see her reaction to it, but from his perspective it'd probably take years before he saw her full reaction, so there was no point in waiting for it.

Humming to himself he stepped away from her and looked about, fully prepared to grab any random woman off of the street and go to town – when he spied an unusual four individuals further down the road by one of the benches. Unusual due to their bright colour schemes; a bombshell of a woman in purple, one in a jacket and glasses that hid most of their appearance, a cute pale-haired girl and a stoic grey-haired one.

Approaching he tapped them each on the foreheads, earning their names.

Black Swan, Memokeeper.

Robin, Oak Family.

Firefly, Stellaron Hunter.

Stelle, Nameless.

He whistled at the odd club. A Memokeeper was rare to see and a Nameless even more so, but even a Stellaron Hunter? He'd never heard one by the name of Firefly but maybe they were a new member – but in truth, Robin caught his full attention. If only because everyone in the universe knew who Robin was due to her galactic levels of fame, spreading near and far with her songs.

Grabbing the hat he pulled it off and carefully pried the face mask off of her ears, revealing her pretty smile waiting underneath. She was even more attractive up close and as he tossed aside her sunglasses he found himself bewitched – bewitched, and excited. What were the chances that she'd be in Penacony right when he got transported there, to say nothing of her three friends who were hot in their own rights.

May as well enjoy this moment while it lasted, no?

Grinning he pulled off her beige trench coat and threw it aside, revealing her normal attire underneath. Attire he only briefly appreciated before grabbing her ass, appreciating her cute behind even as he grabbed Black Swan by her arm, pulling her in until he could lay his hand on her rear too, holding the two women up against his sides. They must've been in the middle of conversation as both were smiling a little, and in that moment it was easy to imagine they were looking at him with such expressions.

An idea formed in his mind and he unhanded the two beauties for just a moment, his eyes on Firefly and Stelle instead. Both stood together holding hands – but his eyes were lower. Not a moment later he unashamedly flipped Firefly's skirt up, revealing the cute if fancy panties she wore underneath. Panties he pinched and yanked down to her shin, laying her pussy bare to his lustful gaze. With a pinch and tug Stelle too faced the same situation, her skirt bunched up and panties on the floor.

He eyed their pussies with open, unashamed lust, resisting the urge to pin one down and fuck them raw. Instead he took Robin and Black Swan by the hips and sat down on the bench behind him, the two women settled down on either side of him. In this state they were as easy to manipulate as dolls and he did so unashamedly, his left hand creeping up Black Swan's nape before he pulled her down, her face soon pushed up against his still-hard cock.

Right before he parted her lips with two fingers, rubbed his tip against them – and pure euphoria struck as he guided her onto his cock. The humid warmth of her mouth felt lovely around his cock and he pulled her down all the way; her nose smushed into his thigh as he held her down and used her mouth like a cock-warmer, if only for a moment. After enjoying the sensation for a second he lifted her up and pushed her back down just as quick, a little pinch helping purse her lips tightly around his cock.

''Haah... fuck you're hot, you know that?'' Kris murmured as Black Swan gave him head. ''Nice ass, tits, hips...''

All of which he'd savour aplenty, he was sure. For now though he turned his eyes onto Robin, dipping one finger into her dress and pulling it out enough that he could ogle her tits a bit better. Then after a moment of realisation he shrugged and yanked hard; ripping her dress a bit but showing a lot more cleavage for his horny gaze. A gaze that soon got a nice eyeful as he buried his face in the songstress's chest, practically motorboating her as Black Swan sucked him off.

Nice as feeling Robin's boobs on his face were, though, he craved more; tempting him away from her chest and up to her face – stealing a kiss. It was a bit awkward since she didn't reciprocate, only marginally more realistic than kissing a mannequin, but with how beautiful Robin was it was easy to enjoy. Doubly so as he shoved Black Swan's head down, groaning as his tip hit the back of her throat and twitched against it, the lurid heat waiting at the back only making his cock feel more sensitive.

Stealing another kiss from Robin he turned his eyes onto Stelle and Firefly, his erection throbbing as he stared at their pussies. Perhaps it was because he'd never find himself in such a dreamlike scenario had this been real-time but the way they just let him look at their most private parts made it infinitely lewder, groans slipping free from his lips even as he reclined into the bench. Surrounded by four beauties as he was it was hard to even think straight, nothing but sex clouding his mind.

Something that prompted him to run his fingers through Robin's hair and pull her down too. He lifted Black Swan up, his dick slipping out past her lips and allowing him to push both women together, his cock caught between their lips. The sensation was enthralling beyond words; his mind light as he senselessly pushed the two together, watching their lips glide along his cock or part just enough to let his dick between them.

Until on a whim he tugged Black Swan back and instead pulled Robin in, her parting lips gliding over his tip – before he pushed her down. In an instant Robin deep-throated him, the tightness taking his breath away and leaving him groaning in senseless bliss, bucking his hips up and burying his cock in her throat. Just seeing the beautiful, famous Robin throating his cock was hot on its own, but combined with the downblouse peek he was getting and Black Swan on his left, and it felt like he might blow his load then and there.

''Hah... fuck, you're so hot...'' He groaned and shamelessly grabbed one of Black Swan's tits; groping her through her dress even as Robin throated him.

Even though Robin wasn't able to respond to his actions the noises her mouth made were still plenty audible – the wet sucks, slurps and gurgles of spit all reaching his ears as he shoved her into his crotch, his motions only becoming rougher and faster as he got more into it. Her makeup smeared itself along his cock and left lipstick kisses marking his cock, as if showing her devotion to it. A sinful, naughty thought that only brought him closer to the edge, his breathing fast and head light, unable to think of anything but Robin's sloppy blowjob-!

When he peaked, nutting in her mouth. His throat closed up and only a strained moan fled his lips, her own throat playing host to his tip as he shot countless spurts of seed straight down her gullet, her nose buried in his crotch as he came. No words fled his lips beyond a raw gasp and occasional grunt, his eyes tightly shut as he felt her lips remain pursed around his meat, coaxing out every last bit of seed he could shoot.

Until at last he offered mercy and lifted her up and off of his cock. No ragged breath graced his length but that was fine with him, and riding the high of his orgasm he yanked her upright by her shoulders. Kissing her cheek he quickly pulled Robin onto his lap, hands jittery with excitement as he yanked her dress up and shoved his hand down her groin, his fingers dipping into her panties and successfully shoving them to her thighs; out of the way and letting him feel her bare ass on his crotch, the skin contact enthralling him.

He rushed it, not thinking twice as he lifted her up, his tip grazing her pussy lips-

And then he penetrated Robin, claiming her. ''F-Fuck...!''

Just sticking it inside while he was still so sensitive felt extra intense; his muscles tensing and jaw clenching as he rode the sudden rush of euphoria. Even then he still had the strength to pull her down onto his length, her soft, peachy ass grinding into his crotch as he bucked up into her, every inch of skin contact only making it feel so much more erotic – and had he not already been balls-deep inside of her he might've stripped her nude and eaten her out, just to worship the beauty currently impaled on his cock.

He didn't forget about the others, of course. Leaning slightly to the left he peered over Robin's shoulder at the frozen forms of Stelle and Firefly, their bare loins still shown to him and fuelling his stiffy. A stiffy he yanked Robin onto like she was an onahole, his breathing becoming laboured as her tight sex seized around his length, every clench enough to make him slow momentarily before he drove himself into her all the rougher.

''Mn... didn't you have a brother...?'' Kris wondered aloud, grunting as he slid his hands up to her breasts, groping them shamelessly. ''Wonder what he'd feel, seeing me do this to you...''

Rage probably, though he wasn't too worried in that moment – least of all as he wrapped his left arm around Black Swan and pulled her against his side. Two quick kisses touched her cheek before he pulled her into a proper one, the mere act of making out with her all the lewder when he had Robin on his dick. The position though was a bit tricky; prompting him to hilt himself inside of Robin and cease, a soft hiss escaping him as he broke off the kiss with the Memokeeper.

Allowing him to grab Robin by her fine hips and twist her around to face him. It took a bit of legwork – literally – but he managed, the songstress soon straddling his lap facing him. With her gentle expression it was all too easy to be immersed in her charm, a moan fleeing Kris's lips as he helped lift her up and yank her back down, making it appear as if she was riding him. An illusion he unashamedly leaned into, puffing and panting as he watched her tits jiggle a bit from his motions.

''I wonder if you've ever been with your fans...'' He breathed out, one hand briefly coming up to knead her left tit. ''Hooking up with a couple, inviting them back to your place, getting spitroasted by them...''

Probably not, but hey he could indulge in his fantasies if he pleased – an act made easier when Robin was squeezing him so tightly, the miniscule motions her body made euphoric for him. His heightened sensitivity after his orgasm only made it easier to succumb to the pleasure; each breath more laboured than the last as he thrust up into her tight tunnel, getting off with her body and loving every second of it.

Bunching up her dress he got a firm handful of her ass and held her close; grunts and groans spilling forth from his lips as he rutted into Robin, the constant motions grinding himself towards his limit, his tip kissing and pressing against her innermost parts, the pleasure so intense it felt like he might blow at any second-!

When he did, and with an explosive moan he pumped Robin full of baby batter – spurt after spurt of semen splattering deep inside of the songstress. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and groaned in senseless euphoria, grinding himself into her even as he spilled his load in her depths. Even though she was still and he was doing all the work it still felt incredible, a wobbly moan fleeing his lips as he rode out his waning high.

Until with a sigh he lifted Robin off and settled her down on his right, exposing his cock to the cool air of Penacony. For a good few moments he just sat there enjoying his climatic high, his eyes drifting around to the three other women before him.

Perhaps because of that lust was quick to return, his cock twitching back to full hardness – and after only a second of thought he grabbed Firefly by the wrist and pulled her in close, flipping their positions and pinning her down to the bench. He spent a second to make her more comfortable and peel her panties off of her heels before spreading her legs wide, his dick aching as he eyed her bare sex.

''Why is every woman on Penacony so damn hot...'' Kris murmured then, his left hand squeezing her heel whilst his right guided him in, his tip rubbing along her slit.

Before with a slow, pleasure-filled groan he sheathed him inside of the tight Stellaron Hunter. His hands flew to her hips and he began pumping into her without delay, the fluids clinging to his cock lubing him enough to sink into her with only moderate effort, stirring up her insides and no doubt coaxing moans from Firefly herself had she been able to experience this in real time. With her gentle smile though it was easy to delude himself into thinking she was into this, that she was even aware she was no longer standing with friends and was in fact being fucked on a public bench.

The sinful thought made him shiver, his hands gliding along her thighs even as he found his rhythm; pistoning himself into Firefly with groans of satisfaction. The position made him lean over her more, nearly pressing her down into the surprisingly-comfy seating even as he glanced down at her chest, noticing perhaps only then she was pretty busty looking – a fact confirmed when he ripped her top open, allowing her large tits out clad in a green bra.

A bra summarily snapped opened at the front and pried aside, freeing her big tits. He hissed in arousal, one hand groping her left and his other keeping ahold of her shoulder – his thrusts gaining momentum as he indulged in her attractive figure, appreciating the plumpness of her breast beneath his fingers or the softness of her thighs as they brushed against his hips, making it all the more satisfying to slam himself balls-deep in the time-frozen girl.

Glancing back he remembered she had been holding hands with Stelle, bringing a cheeky grin to his lips. ''Hey, sorry for fucking your girlfriend in front of you. I'm sure you'd make a cute couple, mn, if nothing else?''

Naturally she didn't reply, not even perceiving his actions, but that was fine. More than fine, in fact.

A shudder reverberated through Kris as he pulled out, stumbling to one side and instead hurriedly pulling Stelle closer – and then pushing her atop Firefly. It took a bit of tweaking but soon enough he had the Trailblazer laying on top of Firefly, her skirt hiked up and pussy teased by his tip. Right before he pushed inside of her, moaning in euphoria as he began to pump into her too, the tightness that welcomed him bliss.

The way her skirt hiked up emphasised her nice behind too, enticing him to caress it – before bringing his palm down in a spank. Excitement jolted through him at such an audacious act but he got off on the rough-play all the same, eagerly slapping her ass cheek again and savouring how her flesh rippled under his touch, his hips only pistoning him faster into Stelle and filling her cunt up, every impact jolting her against Firefly.

He didn't forget about her either, enjoying Stelle's pussy for just a few more moments – before he pulled out, and slid back into Firefly. His hands found purchase on her thighs and he moaned as he stuffed her pussy like his sole purpose in life was to breed the Stellaron Hunter, his tip kissing her innermost parts and her walls clenching around his length ever-so-slightly, the miniscule twitches enough to get him off.

Leaning over Stelle he tucked her slightly aside, enough that he could see Firefly, before diving down and kissing the pale-haired Hunter. Even though the kiss felt stilted he was getting so close it was just right; a moan escaping his lips even as he rutted forth into her, ploughing Firefly and blindly reaching up with his left hand, shoving it up Stelle's shirt and hastily getting her bra out of the way, letting him fondle her tit. Her nice, plump tit he had no qualms manhandling in his moment of bliss.

''Shit, here it- hng!''

One thrust proved too many and with a moan he spilled his seed inside of the Stellaron Hunter, blindly bucking his hips even as he spilled his seed into her womb – his mind bereft of higher thought as he just impregnated what was ultimately a complete stranger to him. If anything that just made it hotter, her tight tunnel squeezing him dry.

Until with a moan he pulled out. His cock ached and he rubbed the tip along Stelle's sex, teasing himself with the feeling but not penetrating her, not when he'd already ploughed her, even if only briefly. Nonetheless he turned his eyes onto Black Swan, hunger arising within him as he soaked in her curvaceous figure, so much to sample that he was left wrought with indecision.

Prompting him to take her by the hips and bring her over to the edge of railing, bending her over it. With an eager jitter to his touch he grabbed at her ass, palming in blind appreciation for Black Swan's curves before making a hole in the fabric – the task not an easy one due to the material, but with a bit of force and effort he made a crude hole in the material, enough to expose the purple panties lying underneath.

Panties he tucked to one side, her nether lips bared and letting his swollen, slick tip rub against them, the mere friction exciting him further – and then he was sinking inside of her, his length sliding between her folds and into her hot, clenching core.

''Fuck~'' Kris groaned in deep, intense relief, relishing how good she felt.

Even after multiple rounds of sex just being inside of a woman brought him great satisfaction. The hotness smothering his length, the sight of her ass against his crotch, the sinful knowledge that she would experience this and be none the wiser to what happened – it excited him on a visceral, mad level, his hands running up her gorgeous figure until he was actively grabbing her tits; the material covering her breasts doing a poor job of stopping his perverse touch.

Until he went a step further and just ripped the material down. Her tits spilled out into his waiting hands, so plump and squeezable that he did so without reservations, fondling the unaware Memokeeper with a moan. Not only was she an Emanator of Fuli she was one of the hottest women he'd seen; just a damn shame she couldn't perceive him. He didn't let that little woe drag him down though, easily refocusing as he rutted himself into her tight cunt.

However he could also feel it. The slow, building vacuum that seemed to pull him forwards, foretelling of the unwanted warp jump his condition was about to send him through.

'Shit, why now?!' He cried out in his mind, pounding Black Swan with fresh vigour. What were the chances it would trigger now of all times when he was balls-deep inside of such a beautiful woman?

Reality was cruel like that, however, and even as he buried himself balls-deep between her sopping, clingy folds he could feel the sensation becoming more intense, his fate inevitable-

And before he could finish inside of her, he was zipped away from Penacony.

Taken away to places unknown.

X-x-X

One moment, Sparkle was admiring the scenery.

Then the next she suddenly felt someone grab her breast, and faster than she could comprehend she was whirled around, legs opened – and pleasure hit like a freight train as something pounded her raw, a strangled cry fleeing the Fool as she orgasmed. It was so sudden, so overwhelming, that she barely had time to breathe before she found herself standing in her original position – only to collapse in a heap against the stone railing, aftershocks rippling through her slender form.

Not half a street away Robin was about to speak, lips ajar and tongue in motion – and in a heartbeat found her head bowed, something distinctly phallic ramming down her gullet like a jackhammer. No sooner had she perceived the sensation she was suddenly straddling an invisible person, her pussy afire with unwanted pleasure – when her orgasm hit, depriving her of breathe and making her scream in fright, feeling something hot and gloopy imprint itself deep inside of her loins.

Firefly was used to high-speed movements but even then she couldn't perceive what happened. One moment she was standing, the next she was on her back with Stelle on top of her – pleasure surging through her loins as if someone was fucking her raw, their intangible cock raking her walls so fast it startled a squeal out of her – and then she climaxed, eyes screwing shut as foreign fluid was jettisoned inside of her, filling her up with a sticky heat.

Stelle, though she didn't achieve climax herself, was equally as disoriented by the sudden change – a harsh, startled moan fleeing her as if someone was pounding her from behind. It lasted for a second, maybe less, but the next thing she knew Firefly was under her and orgasming, her face twisting in unbridled pleasure.

She couldn't help but feel a little jealous, for some reason.

Black Swan herself was bent over the railing as a thick, potent fluid suddenly shot down her throat, the liquid passing before she could so much as cough and ending in her stomach – but the raw throat-fucking left her gagging all the same, eyes wide with alarm and one hand clutching at her loins as she suddenly felt something rail her insides.

The sensation evaporated as soon as it came, but frustratingly left her teetering on the edge of an orgasm – the familiar ache of her body hinting at how close she really was.

Yet she shook off such feelings quickly and turned her eyes onto the others, one arm covering her bare chest and face burning hot as she wondered what the hell just happened.

And how they were supposed to explain it to the surrounding pedestrians ogling their half-naked states, who looked as shocked as they all felt...

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