Page 40 of Up from the Earth

Fullwarmthremainedpressedinside me when I awoke. The gentle swell of The King’s shafts still tucked thoroughly inside me. I had the inkling that my King remained somewhat hard during my sleep because they’d not slipped from me, and I loved it.

It was a ridiculous notion, perhaps, but keeping them inside me, warming their cock with my body, and stirring them enough to never fully relax filled me with a silly, delicious pride. We were locked together, waking up to a reminder of the bliss we’d shared twinkling through my blood like starlight.

“You’re awake. Good.” I looked up into their face, their features still that soft form of androgynous beauty. “I have delayed time as much as I can. Unfortunately, we must get going.”

Rolling my hips, I relished the way my King nudged against my walls, their shafts quickly twitching to life as the sensations rumbled through us. I was pressed to them, my back against their chest, and I whined as the wondrous feeling of them filling me soared just a hair higher.

“Sweet Queen,” they rolled their hips along with me, dancing along with me, “you stall. Can it be possible that you’re still so hungry?”

I reached around, wrapping my arm around their neck. “I am always hungry for you. Feeling you so deep and warm and having you there as I woke…ugh, it is magnificent.”

A rumbling laugh vibrated against my ribs. “I will admit to quite enjoying the feeling of your tight cunt surrounding my cock while you slept, so warm and full of my seed.”

My pussy clamped down at their words, filthy and incredible. The need in my core built, and I was easily, quickly, and elatedly approaching a release as if the remains of all the others from earlier still clung to me.

“Please,” I dragged out, “let me feel it once more before we ride.”

“Oh, little beast,” The King rocked their hips forward, pressing their twin shafts in as deep as they could, “I will feel you quivering around me as often as I can.”

It was this meandering, purposeful stroll of an experience, their hands on my waist as we arched and flexed against each other. Their cock—that twirling shaft that coiled the central one—hardened more and more, filling me,stretchingme. I moaned low, holding onto them with everything I had. I dug my fingers into their flesh. I let go and felt only the way that they were seated inside me, so perfectly made to fit into me and bring my body to new heights of pleasure.

“Yeeeesss…” I sang lowly, the pain of the stretch joining with the pleasure of the fullness.

Rumbling thunder rolled through my veins, electrifying each nerve that it passed over. I was at the edge, invisible wind bolstering me up as I hung at the precipice of climaxing. My body responded to every gentle move my King made, his cock driving home like an ocean that ebbed and flowed.

In one arching roll, they sank into me up to the hilt, holding themselves there as they found my deepest nerves and stimulated them with intense pressure. I surged around them, arousal pooling and leaking from me. All I could do was flutter, trembling around them as well as through each limb as the release bloomed like a spring blossom.

“Ugh, that’s right, my Queen. My littlebeast. Claim your pleasure from my cock.” They thrust forward, an intense thrust that made my mind splinter as I processed the retreat and then the sudden advance of their glorious twin shafts.

More pleasure streamed from me as my moans spilled from my lips ceaselessly. The King thickened inside me, and then that perfect surge and warmth. My Beast King pumped into me, consuming heat filling me until it dripped down my thighs.

Wearing their cum…Gods, yes, Beast King. Fill me…paint me…

Holding them close, I allowed myself to enjoy that peak fullness for just a moment longer, my awareness calling me to my duty. I wanted to stay like that all night again. I wanted to be one with my King for eternity, not face our potential destruction.

But time could only be delayed so long, and we both knew it.

Theskywasaninky stain that flickered with orange as we approached the tear I’d felt since we passed into this darker part of the World of Below. It itched and stunk. I could not put into words what it truly was or the horror that filled my blood as we approached.

“I can sense the being lingering there on the other side of the divide.” The King’s voice was a discordant chord on the wind, their fury palpable. “But I cannot say how long they will remain there. I can sense them…scratching at it.”

Stepping forward, I stood before the massive, wavering wall of ethereal reality that separated where we stood from what lay beyond. It hummed beneath my skin as I hovered my hand over it. There was heat—blistering and raw—on the other side, and when I pulled back, my fingers held the dim echo of redness as the burn healed.

“What does this barrier keep within? Why would it be so terrible for it to come down?”

The King approached, taking up the place on my right side as Cerberus sat on his hind legs to my left. Our son had protected us for the entire time that I slept, and I could see the slight weariness creeping over him.

“Mortals typically call it hell. Those that I’ve interacted with, some at any rate. This place is where fate reprimands the most foul souls once they die and enter the World of Below. Too many are strong enough to harm the lighter souls that can require time in this realm to adjust and shed their lingering faults.”

Staring at the shimmering wall, I tried to make out the shapes behind it, but it was like looking at something through rain-coated glass. Everything was distorted and warped. All I could make out were colors of red and orange with large swaths of gray.

“So, were these tarnished souls to come through, they wouldharmthe others? How exactly?”

An entire universe existed past everything mortals knew, and it strained my mind, pulling at the edge to comprehend the fact that these dark beings could still inflict pain and suffering on those who’d already passed, especially as they’d already passed as well.

“Yes, they can harm much.” The King sighed, stepping back away from the gate and staring at the cracked earth beneath our feet. “Energy, whether positive or negative, cannot be destroyed. Is that not what your scientists are always saying?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

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