Kronii is horny.
Very horny.
She decides she can't wait any goddamn longer, and starts masturbating
Sitting down, back against the toilet inside the bathroom.
She starts shlicking faster and faster, getting closer and closer.
She decides to spice things up a little, use her time powers a bit.
But she fucks it up.
Her mind is distorted, she is left in a near-vegetative state.
All the while still masturbating, and wetting herself as well.
Anon comes home
Opens bathroom door
what do?
If her horny started this problem, you know what must be done. You take a moment to collect your self, to mentally prepare.
You must relieve her, even if it costs you your life. You already know the risk. No, to call it a risk is disingenuous, it’s all but guaranteed. The moment you connect, you will fall into the same time spiral as she has.
Her body is moving at a normal human timescale, but her mind is accelerating. Even as the waves of pleasure wash over her, those signals can’t reach her conscious mind and grant her release.
If the warden of time herself is losing to this, what can a mere human hope to accomplish? But, all doubt, all worries, all questioning must be cast aside. They will only hold you back.
She’s usually the one in control. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ve often wondered if you’ve ever truly been able to pleasure her. That changes today. That MUST change. To chase her spiraling mind, you must channel every fiber of your being into a single purpose: you must fill her with so much pleasure that her body in the [now] can’t contain it. With nowhere for it to go, the stacked pleasure will accelerate beyond the [now] toward her mind in the future.
At the moment of connection, you feel your mind being pulled away as well. While your body is still within reach, you feel it. The first orgasm. You can almost hear her voice, “What a pathetic quickshot dick. What the hell do expect to accomplish with that?”
But you planned on this. For once in your life, you cumming early was intentional. It must be done now. While your mind can still reach your body, you must not stop. Just as her body must overflow with pleasure, so must yours. But not only to reach your mind, to impact it, and shoot towards hers in the future. This is the do or die moment. You cum again. Your legs want to give out.
But you must go on. No matter how many times you cum together, that alone won’t be enough. Her mind is too far away. No, the only hope now is for your mind to catch hers and hold her back. And so you thrust.
The point of no return has long since past. If you fail now, you will both be lost forever. Another wave pushes your mind further. How many times has your poor body cum at this point? You’ve lost track. Every wave that reaches you is now mixed with immense pain from a body screaming out, every fiber, every cell, every molecule begging to be allowed to collapse. But you couldn’t if you wanted to. The distance is too far, the only thing your body can do is follow the last command your mind was able to leave. Thrust.
Another wave pushes you forward. How many? Who knows. How long have you been going? Such a question is meaningless. Lost in time itself, you can only go forward. Again, you cum. There is no other perception. The light of the world no longer reaches your eyes. The slapping of your bodies, your moans, hers.. all were lost in the first moments. The only feeling left is the waves of pleasure and pain that push you forward. Between them, only the void of time is left.
You cum again. A fear sets in. Not that you will be lost, but rather, that you will fail. Your weak mortal body won’t make it and your beloved will be lost forever because you weren’t enough.
Each wave is taking longer to reach you. Lost in the boundary between [now] and [then], the expanse of time is enough drive anyone to madness. The ability to collect your thoughts slips away. Like your body, only a singular goal can form. Thrust. Cum. In order to march forward.
And so, you cum. Again and again. Shooting your very soul into the future. For the body, it’s seconds. For your mind, centuries.
In moments[millennia], you search. Any mind would have lost itself, but you cling to a hope and call out, with all of your love, your pleasure, your pain. Into the future you cannot reach, but also cannot fail to reach.
“KRONIIIIII——!!”
You put all of your hope into it. If your body should collapse, if your mind is lost,… If everything else cannot reach, let your voice get through.
Into the void your mind screams out. There is no sight, no sound, no touch in response. But you feel it.
No.
You feel her.
The warmth of her mind in the void of time. So you reach out, nothing could stop you now! You take hold of her. As the final wave of pleasure reaches your mind, you pull her in close. The weight of your desperate love pulls you both down like an anchor.
Faster and faster you fall, wave after wave of the orgasms you both had left behind rushing over your minds as you fall back towards [now]. Every breath of hers, every moan of yours finally reaching your ears. The signals from your eyes finally reach your brains, and Kronii’s face fills your view, her eyes staring through yours into your very soul. Her body writhing in pleasure as countless simultaneous orgasms collide with her mind. She holds onto you for dear life, but you can’t hold yourself up. You collapse to her side as you black out.
You awake next to her in a dried up puddle of your filth. Still panting a day later, she rolls over.
“hah— hah— …… took you long enough to find me”
Your aching body manages a smile.
“You know I’ll always come for you.”