Impossibly, the bunched knot of umbilical gave way to the sudden invasion without incident or even a sign of blood. The brief flare of pain that darted through Cracky’s brain gave way to the same boiling, foaming ecstasy she had felt just a few moments ago at the tender mercies of whatever biological agent Faux had unleashed upon her. Whatever it was, the ginger thought to herself, it couldn’t be so bad if it could make being stabbed through the belly feel so explosively orgasmic. So she threw herself into it wholeheartedly, leaving any rational concerns for later, and embraced the naked girl lain atop her with both arms.
Presently, Faux muttered something unintelligible in the midst of another frantic, yet tender kiss. Fingernails bit at the flesh of her lower back, and she arched her back up with a yowl, her sweating face flushed hotly in the cool air of their shared bedroom. Cracky felt a ripple, and realised it wasn’t her. Somehow, her insides could feel that invading tendril almost as clear and precisely as her over-sensitised skin, feel it wriggling about within her abdomen stroking and rubbing against things, nosing its way tentatively around inside. She felt it ripple as the pointed head touched what she recognized with an odd curiosity as her own uterus. She felt the tendril shudder, and then splay open, fingers working spasmodically. Felt it latch onto the curving outside wall of her womb like a leech, and then slide across the surface, leaving that same sticky residue wherever it touched. She could feel it sliding along further and further towards an unknown destination…
Even that strange innervating fluid failed to bring sensation to some parts, but the sheer amount of stimulation generated by that coiled tendril resting on her belly, piercing her navel, massaging her insides was enough to lock Cracky’s brain into a thoughtless cycle of climactic release, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body, resonating in every cell. Had she better command of her facilities, she might have thought to ask just what it was all about, but Faux seemed to be doing all in her power to ensure the poor English girl was so overwhelmed with sensation that she would be thinking of very little indeed for hours to come. Though from the look of it, red-faced and taught, back arching, muscles twitching and silent gasps of pleasure slipping from her tongue, the blue-haired girl was faring little better.
Cracky’s perception began to blur when once more the sharpness of teeth prickled at her increasingly sensitive flesh. She was dimly aware, in the midst of a blue-white haze of euphoria that raged inside her mind like a hurricane of sexual ecstasy, of her cosplaying lover’s perfect ivory fangs pecking at the cherry pink skin ringing her left nipple. Again and again, Faux kissed the gingers’s open mouth with that same tender passion, pouring out her lust to melt on Cracky’s tongue and fill the pit of her stomach with erotic tension. The taste, the heat, the scent of lust that swam in her nostrils, the very feeling of a slick, sweaty body pressed against her drove sobbing yowls of pleasure from her throat that echoed around the room. Soon her ears were ringing with both the sounds and the rush of blood to her head, and her voice was a shuddering whisper, and still she called out over and over to the figure hovering above her.
It was all she could do to stay focused on Faux’s face; hair like a curtain of night, ivory skin glowing in the dim light, those mesmerizing sapphire eyes glowing down at her with an exhilarating hunger or ferocious intent.
A shrill cry cut through the sounds of flesh on flesh, the squelching, the obscenely fluid noises of that squirming tendril burrowing its way into Cracky’s abdomen. Faux arched sharply and tossed back her head in convulsive fashion, her hair flailing all around her, bucking like a wild mare with her thighs gripping powerfully on Cracky’s waist, almost forcing the young girl’s breath from her lungs. Her hips drove forward, up off the ginger’s stomach, the sleek muscles in her thighs visibly tightening with the strain, buttocks trembling. Insensate, her fingernails dug sharp red lines on Cracky’s breasts, bringing a sudden yelp amidst the panting, moaning chorus of sex. Cracky could only lift her head a little, still disoriented by the overwhelming bursts of endorphins continually saturating her brain, enough to see and feel something clear and sticky leaping out in several narrow bursts from the strange girl’s loins, jetting out to trail in long lines from Cracky’s belly right to her forehead.