1. Synthetic Hours


    Date: 8/28/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    enough, he stood again. Clearly the leader of the group, he issued a command in a strange language. Before she knew it, Alyssa was being rolled over to her stomach, where she was held again. She was felt and manhandled as the candle-bearer climbed atop her and inserted his long, thick hardness into her, slapping her as he went. Another man stood in front of her, perhaps the first to fuck her, perhaps another. He pushed himself toward her face and she willingly accepted him. Violet looked back toward the man on top of her, and found that he was lighting candles in the hands of all the rest. The heat of the room was building again. She was sweating. She didn't know how much more she could take. Suddenly, lovely, a splash of wax, fell like searing, sticky rain onto Alyssa's back. She didn't let anything stop her from her work on the men, as everyone became attendant upon her. Licked by flame and tongue alike, each of the women passed their fire delicately over her, while the men allowed the wax of their candles to drip onto her. Again she was rolled, heat now falling onto her bare stomach. Reacting to each drop, quivering and shivering against the table, she was so close to release. Leaning her head back, Alyssa took the second man into her throat, while the candle-bearer thrust into her completely. Both buried themselves deeply inside her as she shuddered and arched between them, liquid fire running down her sides, and at exactly the moment she thought she might burst, they ...
    did so, pouring their own fire into her. Alyssa's pleasure roared through her, the brightest flame she'd ever felt. Erupting all around, all that could be seen was the supernova of her lust. The entire room turned to scarlet, then amber, then gold. The walls had ignited, the floor... The ceiling was catching, the room was burning. A fiery revel was taking place, and in moments, everything was gone. --- The blaring alarm again wrenched Violet wide awake, fortunately with enough volume to overpower her scream. That was different, she thought, loudly. Despite the brightness of her consciousness, her head was heavy, her vision blurry – it's hard, interrupting a cycle like that. She had gone down at the wrong time and it was rough coming out of it. Of course there are failsafes in the system to protect the client, only transmitting the sleep once a REM cycle is completed, but the technology can't protect the sleeper. Violet disconnected and stumbled out of bed, even though it was her shift that was coming on. She checked her pad first for data, then for mail and bulletins. No nightmare? Violet thought, perplexed, She enjoy s that? In a minute though, it started to make sense. Despite the imagery, even she had found a certain pleasure in it, albeit a rather challenging one. Successful transmission of all four cycles, that's good... W ow. Seventy-nine percent efficiency. It wasn't unheard of, but most sleepers paired with compatible clients manage around forty-five to sixty. It was ...
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