1 Day 1 - Chapter 1: What The Hell Is That Headless Trunk? (R-18)

I open my eyes, gazing at a hexa-vag**a chest as I sit up.

A fibrous, black, headless trunk hovers before me, its corded arms tauter than a leaf spring. Above it, two white eyes, suspended in the air, glitter like headlights.

"who goes there, who goes there? a mùkèlako's in my lair!" it says in a low pitched, but honking voice.

"Who is it? Who-what are you?" I ask in a confused lilt, my eyes drifting across my odorless surroundings. Tiny bubbles of light flutter all around me, phasing through my body as they coalesced with the darkness.

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka! who would I be? what a great inquiry! mayhaps I'm a helper, or a dweller, but also a foreteller, an enabler or a keeper…or a simple feller. perhaps I'm the soil of ruin, mayhaps I'm a ray of fortune. 'fact, I may be all of it, or none of it…so what could I be for thee?"

"Someone who can tell me who I am, and what I'm doing here in this dark place," I reply with a hint of impatience.

"Kee-Kee-Kee-Kee-Kee! for your questions to be answered, your body must be pampered…"

My body reacts. My six pen***s grow erect, as I gear towards the mysterious figure without my consent. "Wh-What's going on? Why am I in pain?" I ask.

The glands capping the length of my first and fourth s*xes never emerged like the others, fitfully stinging me like the static touch of a door handle on a dry season.

My shafts reach the entity's vagi**s, filling me with the pleasure of a maiden drive. "Oooaargh!" A cozy slipstream roils across my body, slipping through my pores and coiling around my muscles, its warmth cooling my extremities away like a tailpipe.

The tip of my nose tingles while the pith of my brow shivers like the nippy twilight of a rainy day.

This is great!

"the more I receive, the more you'll heed…"

Its arms doubles, cupping my breasts and massaging my bu*tocks, its snuggly hands relaxes my hips like a memory chair, its foam cooling my thrust as it lies above me.

As I bore into its eyes, a new pair of arms sprouts out of its body, enwrapping me.

Enraptured by the downforce of its motions, my lips part as my back arches…

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"Aaah…" I moan, my windshield sight sheeted by a fog of dark. Tremors of countless vehicles crash through the lip of my brain. It elates my vellicating frame coated in sweat, as a stertorous breath ekes out of my face.

It's been awhile, now, so why hasn't it said anything? Wait… it said… the more I receive… the more you'll heed, right?

Then instead of receiving, should I be… providing? Mmm…

Let's try this!

Panting, my hands grasp its clammy shoulders, as I clench my teeth. "Aoough…It is …time …ugh! …for you…aaahh…to receive me…" I stammer.

"no, the more you receive, the less likely you are to succeed…" it replies with quivering eyes.

With all my might, I force myself on my danky gluteus.

Realizing my intentions, it pressurizes my body, but I press on. "Aaaaaarrrgh!"

I run this bulging bust to the ground with a scream. My muscles contracted, I make my move. "Ieerragh!" It hurts! Each thrust flays my s*xes away, my groin combusting like an I.C.E., as no wiper can keep the tears out of my face.

"ooaargh! stop! mmh!"

Its grip loosens. To my dismay, it does receive pleasure that way! Then…" Aaargh! Answer my questions, nnnhg!"

"mmh, yeaaah…aaah…you are…a mùkèlako, mmmh! a superior being coming from the Gods, AH! mm yea…"

" …More! Where…are we? —Aah! Urg!" I can't hold on like this! Little by little, my sense of feeling down there flakes away in a silent agony…

"in a spiritual—Ohrr!—realm…"

"Why-aaarg! am I here?"

"if you…OH!—want to know more about…yourself…and your purpose—mm—mm—mm! you must ask the Gods themselves! —OOAH!— you must be…—EH!—one of them!"

"How? —Ah! It hurts!" I shriek.

"you must ascend! —OORGH!—rise beyond this universe's supreme—YEEEAAH!—beings and you'll be on your way! Oooorgh! Aaaaah!"

It tries to break free, but I hold it with my remaining strength, while my eyes skitter under my throbbing brain. "How do…iaaargh! Leave this place? —Heeergh!"

Its climax shatter my ears, rippling through my broiling chassis. Regaining its composure, it knocks me away with my mangled s*xes.

Bloodless, they were but deprived of large chunks of flesh. Catching my breath, my sexual partner looms above me.

"KA-KA-KA-KA-KA! your pain wasn't in vain! few managed to leave my self so... antagonized, so allow me to give thee a prize! forces from above threaten to submerse this universe in the 'Flood and the Bud'. come morrow, you shall be known as 'Little Shadow'. until then, let's meet again…" it says, then vanishes, leaving me in a glistening tunnel.

It leaves me with more questions than answers…

I must become a God to get my answers, so it's a start…but what's a God?

What about the Flood and the Bud?

Forces from above that want to kill us all? Why?

Suddenly, my strength leaves me; my head falls on the ground, my mind off my body's wheel as I close my eyes…