Maelstrom 2
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Himitsu Studio
Copyright 2011 Yamila Abraham
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A finger pried into Demetri’s ass easily. It didn’t hurt—only caused shockwave of pleasure that made his balls tense. Malstrum lifted one of Demetri’s legs over the side of the pool. He knelt in the water, and licked the space beneath his hole.
“Uhhh! Ngh!”
The hard pressure Malstrum applied with his tongue made Demetri’s flesh quiver. He clawed at the mosaic tile under him. His cock pulsed with every hard lick. Malstrum had zeroed in an excruciatingly sensitive place.
A second finger worked into his ass. Malstrum’s fingers and mouth hit his pleasure spot simultaneously from two angles. His cock strained and trickled precum. Demetri thrashed his legs.
“Ahh! Oh, fuck! Fuck!”
He verged on tears. Malstrum had opened him to sublime pleasure. He stayed on the precipice of orgasm while his deep tender insides radiated ticklish warmth to his core. His stomach muscles tensed and shuddered in tandem with the rhythmic massage. Demetri writhed now. He curled his toes, arched his back and gave stilted gasps.
“I can’t take it anymore!”
Shit. He hated this shameless dream version of himself. And yet, the ecstasy coursed through him so powerfully. He couldn’t concentrate on resistance.
A third finger split him open still wider. He felt the penetration in excruciating detail: the pressure against his hole, the folds of his pliant flesh separating, the finger piercing his delicate insides.
“Ngh!”
Stop. The sensations weren’t even realistic. Three fingers spread him now without an iota of pain. Malstrum worked the digits in an internal massage downward toward his cock. The pressure on his prostate combined with the licking from underneath paralyzed him. He loathed his responses.
“Malstrum—please!”
“Say, ‘Fuck me, Malstrum.’ Then I’ll let you come.”
“Ah, uhnnn! No!”
Malstrum cupped his balls.
“Ahhhh!”
Both hands tormented him at once while his hot tongue lapped upward into his flesh. He mashed Demetri’s prostrate with unyielding fingers. His cock had minispasms making the organ lurch and gush pulses of fluid. Malstrum rubbed his firm testicles with his palm. The back of his thighs trembled and goose pimples lit all over his flesh. Demetri neared tears. Malstrum owned his body.
His dream self was weak. Demetri knew if he somehow got to this loathsome position he’d just scramble out of the pool. He had no control. He writhed in exquisite ecstasy listening to his own whimpering.
“Fuck me.”
No.
“What did you say?”
“Fuck me, Malstrum.”
He realized he dreamed. Wake up! Who scripted this? Even if he gave into Malstrum he could never be so shameless and eager.
Malstrum’s thick cock pushed into him. Even his dream self winced. His hole stretched without pain, and the feelings pulsing inside him became amplified.
“Uhhh!”
He thrashed his leg. The deeper Malstrum pressed into him the greater the ecstasy. His cock strained against the edge of the pool.
“Malstrum! Ahh—yes!”
When would this ridiculous scene end? Malstrum rammed him now and all he could do was squirm his body and beg for more. This was obscene. He would have felt sick, but the sensations of the dream were too powerful. For now Malstrum stabbed his hole with a huge cock, and he writhed in pleasure with every thrust.
The rapture reached a fast crescendo. His cock contracted with a powerful orgasm. He screamed.
Demetri opened his eyes and gasped. The scream and the orgasm had only occurred in the dream. He had a throbbing erection hidden in his pants.
Before he could catch his breath he realized it wasn’t over. He still experienced himself being fucked by Malstrum in his mind’s eye. He blinked and shook his head. No good. In the window across from him he saw his dream. He was bent over the edge of the pool. Malstrum gripped his ass cheeks as he plowed into him violently enough to make their flesh slap. He felt a throb in his ass with every thrust.
Panic struck him. What the fuck is wrong with me? He realized the answer and reached for the wire.
‘No!’
The dream stopped like a shut off TV.
Demetri clenched his jaw. “You fucking piece of shit!” His hand wavered near the cord.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you woke up. Orchestrating such a detailed fantasy required too many of my resources.’
Demetri thought of pulling out the cord and smashing Brainbox on the floor of the train. Then stomping it with his hard boots until every circuit lie in ruins. He tried to figure out a way to get by without it. How could he set up his outpost or recruit miners if he couldn’t even speak the language? Perhaps he could trade something in his equipment for a translator Brainbox. Then he’d be set. What if there was no place in the town to get one? Or what if he couldn’t spare anything for a trade? He needed to trade for that solar gun thing, too. Maybe he could find some tech who could disable the higher functions on it? Would that be cheaper?
‘I’m privy to all these murderous thoughts, you realize.’
‘I realize.’ For now he was going to have to put up with it. There was no other way. At least he could contact Atmeyer in the town and explain he needed something else. It would take a while, but Atmeyer would get a replacement to him.
‘Mr. Castellan, please calm down and stop being irrational.’
He could unplug it for the rest of the train ride. There was no need to listen to this bullshit.
‘There is a need. Do not unplug me. As I told you, I refuse to even translate for you if you—‘
‘If you won’t even work as a translator then I can definitely smash you.’
‘Mr. Castellan!’ A forced pause. ‘You stated before you went to sleep that if you could flip the switch you would do so. I gave you that dream to flip the switch. If you allow me to continue to alter your dreams this way you will get over your problems with being Malstrum’s lover. I just devoted considerable resources to initiate this modification program. If you were not so self-centered you might care to notice that I’m running hot right now.’
Who the fuck made this psychotic machine?
‘Mr. Castellan, you have no grasp on your situation. Thankfully I do. I am carrying out my imperative. Making sure you survive.’
‘Forget about me for a second.’
‘I’m not capable of that.’
‘Think about you. If you put another gay fantasy in my head I’m smashing you into a million pieces.’
Silence.
‘You’re in my head. Tell me, am I lying?’