Man, and on the ONE night that I can make it...

Sadness.

>>10256325
I'm blasting through the archives and loving it, by the way. High or not, between your DMing, your writing, and the wit I'm wishing I hadn't missed these. How many more can we expect (assuming we don't die)?

too... high?
See you tomorrow then.

Don't force yourself to write more smut. The story is amazing as is.

I first I was amazingly excited at seeing the bloodquest pic and the trip. Then I got terribly depressed. Better post that 00 shit to make up for it stoner.

>>10256380
>to write more smut
>smut

Wait, what?

>>10256419
>smut
>porn

>>10256419
>Someone didn't see Bloodquest 0

>>10256445
>stating the obvious
>instead of telling me where to find subject 82 smut

I'm...I'm so sorry I disappointed you.
I'll be sad when I'm not too high to experience negative emotions.

>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/10241332/

Here! Take it and stop being mad at me!

>>10256463
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/10241332/
>Oh hey look what I found by taking a 10 second stroll in the archives.

>>10256468
For 20+ threads of Bloodquest I think I can find it in my heart to forgive.

>>10256468
It's all good, Bro. You deserve the occasional day off.

Plus, its way better to just know now, and not spend hours refreshing pages.

>And this is why I have an email now, so I can just be told.

Tomorrow night then?

StonerDM, where are you going that we are going to lose Bloodquest?

>ALL RIGHT BLOODQUEST
>:D

>NO BLOODQUEST
>D:

>>10256818
I know, right?

It's cool Stoner. I think I can manage to do without blood quest for just one night.

Awwwww... I hope there's some BQ 00 tonight, I enjoyed last night's.

>>10256760
>>going to lose Bloodquest?

OKAY SOMEONE FILL ME IN ON THIS NOW

>>10256904
Stoner's going away in about a week. He won't be on as much so he can't do the quests anymore. He'll wrap up Bloodquest before he heads off and maybe, if we're lucky and suck his ego dick, write us more amazing fap fiction.

Is StonerDM still here?

>>10256951
Only a week? This makes me sad. Might we ever get a part two at a later date?

>>10256951
This makes it all the worse that he can't run tonight. One less day of plot. :(

Actually if you were to have paid attention in last night's thread, StonerDM said that the next session just might be the last. All we have to do is take down 13 and Slenderman and then we're finished. That's three sessions tops.

>>10257082
Aw man.

At least it's not a quest that got abandoned halfway through like so many others, nor one that was too short to have a good story.

"We can't stay here forever," Garfield said.

Helen pointedly annoyed him. The spring air brushed her hair, a messy pixie cut, short jagged strands wafting in the wind like short tongues of flame.

She leaned against the tree, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to ignore him. She needed a day of rest, a sabbath from all this running.

>Writing as remember too, expect slow-as-fuck posting as i space out and listen to music >_>

>>10256293
>too high

Must be impressively high, then!

Stay awesome, Stoner.

An XB-0 for your hard work.

The pipe sat loosely in her hand, a cheap wooden Sherlock affair she had picked up at a gas station. Torn-up shreds of newspaper were settled loosely in the bowl. In the other hand, she thumbed at the faded paint on the yellow lighter.

"This really isn't a very good idea," Garfield says. "You didn't learn anything last time."

"God damn it, Garfield. Just go with it for once!"

"O-okay," Garfield said. "Jeez...I go with it sometimes..."

Rolling her eyes, Helen lit the lighter, touching off the newspaper and taking a deep inhalation.

>Jesus I'm so high. And writing from the perspectives of characters as they were earlier in the quest is challenging as fuck, at least at th emoment.

>>10257464
>I'll bet, typing is fucking hard, isn't it?

Did she every use her powers in a sexual way or used period powers?

There it was again, the sudden vibrancy of the world around her. She raised a hand to her eyes, watching the sunlight strobe through her fingers. She heard the rush of ocean waves, all around her.

"Alright," she said, conscious this time of the muted absence of Garfield's voice. She lit another hit, holding in the strangely-thick smoke longer before coughing it out.

"Let's see where this goes..."

>>10257573
>period powers
>oh u.jpg

>>10257538
>so god damn difficult. Baked goods always steamroll me, waaay more than smoking does.

>>10257636
>You got a good batch then? Last time my buddy tried he fucked up and burnt the butter.

>>10257675
>use oil, bro. It's way easier to invigorate. This was actually like 3rd generation of oil since my dad and I keep recycling the last bit of every batch and using it as a base.

"Oh, sorry, am I blocking your light?"

Helen looked up. Surrounded by a carona of shimmering sunlight, 54 stood on his own grave, hands in his pockets, staring down at her, head askance.

"Yes..." she said.

"Mind if I sit?" he said, with a jokingly polite demeanor. "I am the construction of your mind, after all. It seems only fair."

"Not at all," Helen said, motioning to him with one hand before lighting the bowl again. 54 dropped to a seating position, also leaning against the wide trunk of the tree.

"You're gonna wanna watch that," he said, pointing at the pipe. "I read the report on that thing."

"Oh?" She said, expelling a ring of thick smoke.

"Yeah, just...careful how much you smoke of that." He says, with his palms extended.

>>10257837
Oh man this is awesome!

Dammit, I was hoping for the Harlem Globe TrottersxGiant Spider. It'd be like an episode of the Ambiguously Gay Duo, only more weird.

>>10258138
>Stop saying that! Noone ever wants to think about that!
>Also, that's Spider LeBron's origin story.

>>10258199
>Spider LeBron's origin story
Now it has to be done, you're cursed(blessed?) us all!

>>10258301
>you're = you've

Aw man, StonerDM must be REALLY high.

>>10258467
>Imagine the frustration if we had this wait in an actual quest thread.

>>10258536
D:

That would be HORRIBLE

Everything seemed to emit a blinding bloom, blurring at the edges. Helen felt her face; she was flush, warm to the touch. The light freckles on her upper cheeks blended in with her blood-flush skin.

"You alright?" 54 asked, clasping his hands behind his head.

"Yeah..." Helen said, feeling her pulse racing. "Tell me...why'd you have to go and die? Did it...did it hurt?"

"Hah...you think I can tell you that?" He said, laughing. "I'm a figment of your head, sweetheart. I don't know anymore than you do."

"No, you have to tell me," she said, turning to him suddenly. Her vision tunneled, a cold darkness illuminating her void of her peripheral vision. She shook herself slighty; it was hitty -really- hard.

"I told you, I don't know! You're not going to get any answers to questions you don't already know the answers to!"

"TELL ME!" she shouted, lunging at him, emotions spiking.

>Guys...so god damn high. I forgot how high was, so I smoked moar. What is this story about?

>>10258598
>What is this story about
I DON'T EVEN KNOW ANYMORE, MAN

rolled 69 = 69

The story is about how Helen sprouted a blood dick and raped 54.

Rolling to see how successful we are.

>>10258598
It's about Helen getting high.
No idea if you had some intent beyond that.

>>10258638
...That's too perfect.

>>10258638
Please don't.

The dice gods truly are great and mysterious creatures.

>>10258638
Or we could not be about your fetishes, thanks.

With a swift motion, 54 caught the descending hand at the wrist, staring into Helen's face. He didn't seem angry, merely analytical. Helen wrested her arm away, then stood, back turns, hands clenching and unclenching slowly.

"Look, I can't tell you how it felt when I died," 54 said calmly. "I can't tell you what my last thoughts were, though you know what some of them were. I can tell you things you already know, deep down."

"I can tell you that you shouldn't blame yourself, that neither of us had any idea about Subject 13 was, and that, objectively and out of context, you were going back to save a little girl, I was only focused on saving our asses."

"But-"

"I know you didn't mean to trigger something catastrophic when you attacked 13. I know you were trying to stop her, you saw what was happening around you. I know it, and you know it. And you know...you know I didn't blame you. I don't blame you."

Helen looked mournfully to the side for several moments, eyebrows furrowed. Slowly, she nodded, sinking into a hunched cross-legged position in front of 54, in the soft Connecticut grass. The strands of grass reminded her of her own short hair, the whilike anemone strands bristling in the breeze. She felt a dull euphoria sinking into her from the outer layer of her skin.

>>10258638
>Pic Related

rolled 7 = 7

This thread is about getting stoned, apparently.

Dude, where's my fedora?
>lolrolling while we're orbiting

>>10258800
>back turns

God DAMN you, weed.

>>10258800
>whilike

HA

>>10258682

The dice gods are trolls.

>>10258890

Holy trollers.

"So you're just my brief, panic-tainted memory of Subject 54."

"I'm that. I'm a van-driving intervention, a sewer-plucking escape ladder. I'm a voice on the phone when you were dangling in the dark, I'm-

"So you don't even know Maksim's middle name."

"If you'd let me -finish-," 54 said, with a raising of his eyebrows. I'm all the little stories you told yourself about me to pass the time on the drive. I'm the idealized fiction you constructed in your head so you could fall asleep at night. I think we decided my middle name was Elias."

"And aren't you, what, 22, maybe even 23? Aren't you a little old for crushes?" 54 says, looking down at himself.

"I-" Helen said, looking down at her knees. Her face flushed a darker shade of red.

>Don't deny it, you guys were crushing for 54 hardcore, or you wouldn't be so glad he's still alive-ish

>>10258979
>I plead the fifth.

>>10258979
Guilty as charged.

"Hey, I'm not going to hold it against you," 54 said.

Helen nodded, head swimming. The air was full of distracting whispers flickering like moths. Her mouth felt alternatingly wet and dry. Above all is the pleasant heat coursing up and down her body, like a summer's sun on the bare skin.

"So am I going to get any potentially lifesaving information out of you?" Helen asked, cocking her head.

"Not likely," 54 said.

"Then I changed my mind," she said, standing up, and putting her hands on her hips. "I don't think you're allowed to move, contruction of my mind," she smirked.

>>10259271
Awwww snap look what's coming!

So to speak!

It ached.

Damnit, did it ever ache.

It had been a slow, deep, throbbing sort of need at first, a deep longing that Helen had been able to repress as she needed-and she had. For several days, she had. As part of one of the Global Peacekeeping forces, she had to keep her cool, and not let her emotions rule her, especially considering that she was their poster child. But it had been three goddamn weeks since she had so much as cuddled up against Jacob-much less done what she actually wanted to do.

((Post-by-post, following StonerDM's lead.))

So Hlen went on with life, pleasing herself when she got the opportunity-which was a rare thing, considering that Charles was in her squad, and she was anything but quiet during those times...but now, now she was headed back to him.Helen had a break, and she had flown as fast as her wings would carry her, right towards Jacob's new house. They had procured it from one of the many disaster zones, the former residents and anyone with any sort of record on it dead, a spacious two-story affair. The entire time she had flown, that ache had intensified, the closer she had gotten to him, the closer she had gotten to feeling that warmth again. Jacob always said that she was warmer than anyone he'd ever touched, but she felt that it was the other way around. The warmth of his skin had become something Helen craved, needed if she was going to keep functioning. Landing with a dull thud on the balcony, she retracted her wings.

"Garfield...I'm really, really sorry that I'm going to use you for this."

The only response from her blood was a small whimper.

It only took a little bit of effort to jimmy the lock with Garfield, who seemed to break free of his stunned silence as Helen opened the door to the room she and Jacob shared, the last rays of sunlight filtering through. Seems he had went to bed early-he was sleeping there on the bed, hands clutching the hat that she had left with him, a familiar memento of her. It was sweet...but not what she needed.

(Brb, showering, rebooting. Will continue posting after.))

Ca/tg/irl buuuuuuuuuump

Alright. Continuan.

Also...StonerDM...where the fuck are you?

I too am hoping for more.

>>10260325
Too high to respond. He'll remember in a bit.

"Helen...wait. Helen, what are you-"

And that was all Garfield got in, before the bloodwhips came out. In a few graceful, almost dancing movements, Helen had seared off the uniform assigned to her, pale skin now shining in the low light. "Jacob." She said, firmly, those twisting blood runes spiraling up her body as she retracted the whips. He began to blink awake, eyes bleary, looking up at her. "Helen?...What are you doing back so soo-"

Before he could finish, she pounced. Helen had fought monsters for months; Jacob had barely drawn his gun, outside his original encounter with her. And just waking up, his reflexes were far less than stellar. Her slim, athletic frame was straddling him in moments, as she ground herself against the blankets, red eyes practically shining as she leaned close, warm breath spilling over Jacob's neck.

"I need you."

She whispered, heated, almost growling. She rose up for a moment, biting her lower lip. Helen was a wonderfully sane, reasonable person...usually. Right now? She could barely think coherently, and the fact that what she wanted, what she so desperately *Needed* was just below those blankets wasn't helping. Jacob. Jacob's length, his body, his warmth...his everything.

"Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease..."

She chanted, at first as a request, but then as a mantra, as she began to grind herself against Jacob's hipbone through the blankets. He had at first blinked at her blearily, but now she could feel his length rising against her thigh. "Helen..." He said in turn, voice husky. "On your back. Now." He said, taking that rare turn of dominance. Helen had discovered it the first time they made love...how Jacob could say a single word, could do anything, tell her to do anything, and she would listen and obey, those little commands making her whimper with need. She loved to lose the tight control she normally held, when Jacob took her to bed. She loved to let him control her, let him control what they would do. At first, she had barged in intending to have her way with him, roughly and fiercely. Now, she bit her lip, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Oh, it hurt, but she craved his attention, the punishment her defiance would bring.

"Make me."

Jacob was not normally a dominant man. Assertive, yes, and protective of his daughter, but certainly not 'dominant'. But having what was almost literally a goddess, begging for him, was more than enough to make him so. As Jacob rose up, Helen cupped her breasts with both hands, looking away and biting her lip. He took hold of her wrists quickly, pulling them away. That was one of the unspoken rules; unless Jacob allowed her pleasure, she didn't take it. Many sleepless nights had been spent, writhing in bed as Jacob whispered to her over the phone, telling her that she couldn't bring herself off that night...but now, all that teasing was finally going to come to an end...she hoped.

"Helen..." He said, grasping her hips and lifting her from the blankets of the four-poster bed. She squeaked in protest, kicking her legs slightly, but even with all her power, Helen was still amazingly light.

Anyone actually reading this?

>>10260947

at first i was like oh great vore/whip fetish but then it normalized the fuck up, please continue

>>10260947
>implying anyone can type with one hand

just kidding. But I'm F5'ing pretty frequently.

It took little to no effort to pin her against the sheets, the blankets falling away as she squirmed, feeble little efforts that truly resisted nothing, and only drove him to want her more. "Jacob..." Helen moaned, spreading her legs wide. He could smell her dripping sex, how much she wanted him...he wanted to taste it. Wanted to drink from her. She protested with a wiggle of her hips, and attempting to close her legs as Jacob pressed his lips against her, but her pleas went unanswered. "You didn't listen, Helen." He whispered against her as her sex was spread with two fingers, Jacob's breath tickling her, making her squirm. A little lick, a tiny, suckling kiss-and she was arching and moaning against him, gripping the sheets and writhing. Their first time had been experimental, neither of them knowing what the other liked...but gradually, he came to know that Helen loved those wet, deep, open-mouthed kisses to her sex, suckling her tiny clit as much as he could. Already, she was twisting, writhing, trying to get away from his lips and press into them at the same time. This wasn't what she wanted, damnit! But it felt so good!

>>10260947
Yes.

I suspect this thread is also going to get archived...

Jacob took his time-he loved the taste of Helen, the feel of her against his lips...and she pleaded with him to stop, to take her, to finish; to at *Least* let her stop cumming-but he didn't. He didn't let up, deep, seeking kisses continuing, his tongue running over her soft folds, until she finally collapsed against the sheets, whimpering softly. The bedsheets were soaked with her sweet nectar, her body weak and trembling, her eyes unfocused-she could barely pant, barely had the strength to stay awake. Always, he did this. Always, Jacob pushed her to her limit with teasing and licking, sometimes binding her wrists and ankles, before she would feel his heat, his length. She closed her eyes, mouth open and red hair spilling out over her, damp and lank with her sweat, a small smile on her lips. He was going to press into her. She lay spread-eagled on the bedsheets, and he was going to take her, fill her with his warmth, and (eventually) his seed...but instead of that wonderful filled sensation she expected, Helen soon felt an insistent pressure at her lips.

"Suck."

He demanded. Pure red eyes opened, her blood runes swirling lazily over her as she looked up at him, still panting. Jacob looked every bit the dominant male he was in that moment, hair fallen lank around his face, eyes wild and needy with lust...lust that *She* had inspired.

How could she refuse, when he looked like that? Weakly, she wrapped her lips around the head of his length, suckling softly and giving a small moan. She knew it was what he wanted...not a vigorous, desperate suck-Jacob wanted her to show how *badly* she wanted him. That even though she could barely move, she would still do almost anything to have him in her, to feel him. "Mmmph!" She made a soft noise of want, popping his length free of her lips, and giving the head of it a soft, deep kiss. "Please, Jacob...don't tease me...Please...just fill me. Please?" She begged, looking up at him, barely coherent. That wild expression seemed to fade ever-so-slightly, one hand petting her fiery red hair. She nuzzled into his hand like a faithful pet, knowing full well she wouldn't get it without *some* kind of show of subservience.

Am I the only one who has trouble picturing 82 as submissive? lol

Even as she looked up at him, Jacob crawled over her, pinning her arms-not that there was any need-and slid against her slowly. "Helen..." He whispered, nipping her ear and moaning softly. In response, she only weakly pressed her hips up, the head of his length sliding into her, her body twitching even as she did.

That was all it took, for Jacob.

He couldn't hold it any longer. Gripping her hips, he rammed into her, Helen crying out in exultation of what he did to her. Her feminine little growls, little demands for him to go faster, for him to fill her, to have her, to use her, all only drove Jacob higher, every wet slap against her echoing through the large, dark bedroom. Her cries were incomprehensible soon enough, every thrust within her punctuated by a deep grind, mashing her clit against Jacob.

"Oh god...Oh god, Jacob, I'm going to-Mmm! Jacob!"

She called out, tossing her head back. The rest of her words were an unintelligible babble, gasps and moans as she came, squeezing and pulsing around Jacob, as though she was trying to milk every drop from him...and, sure enough, he came with her; that thick, warm seed spilling into her, filling her....warming Helen, from the inside out. She locked her heels around his lower back, keeping him close...Jacob wasn't allowed to pull out. Some instinct made her keep him there, wanting his seed in her.

Hey, I was originally going to write this as "82 rapes the SHIT out of Jacob, cuts off his pajamas with bloodwhips to do so."

I'll redo tommorow, and have just that happen.

It wasn't long until Jacob could hear Helen's deep breathing, her body's twitching and squeezing ceasing as she clung bonelessly to him, her heels falling away.

...She had passed out.

With a deep, satisfied smile, Jacob kissed her forehead, and settled next to her, still filling her until he finally softened.

"Sweet dreams, My Helen."

He whispered to her, back to the same old Jacob that she had fallen for-though, that wasn't to say she minded how he was when he was in bed....

>>10261976
lol. Whatever you feel like, man. I'm sure there's an audience for both.

MY TURN!!!

Who wants some HelenxGarfield?????? Or should I save it for another night?

>>10262109
Sure, why the hell not.

54 obediently remained seated, as Helen stepped over to him, one leg on either side of his crossed legs, her hands still on her hips.

"If you're me, then you know how badly we need a break, something nice, something...fun. And if you're my...my version of 54, then you know what I want from you."

54 looks aside, smiling slowly before nodding.

Helen slowly lowered herself into a seated position, her face inches away from the figment's. She smiled, her slightly red-tinted irisis drifting slightly as she tries to maintain focus on the man in front of her, as real as he was ever going to be.

>Oh my god I don't even know what just happened.

The next morning was a slow, sleepy affair. Once again, Helen had awoken late, and was licking her lips, remembering last night's activities. Finding her way downstairs after slipping on one of her bathrobes from the closet, she quickly found Jacob preparing breakfast for her. The usual; bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, eggs, toast, cereal for Samantha and himself, and ham for Garfield. Being carnivorous was awful sometimes, but having a soon-to-be-husband who understood helped.

...That, and the fact that most of this area had belonged to cattle ranchers before. That helped too.

Wrapping her arms around him from behind, Helen nuzzled into the nape of his neck, as he continued breakfast-to the background noise of a groaning, retching Garfield. Thankfully, he had learned to ignore most of their activities...unless he was involved. Which was rare, save for when Helen decided to use her wings to pose for Jacob...he didn't seem to mind that. At all.

"You know...I think Samantha could use a sister. Or a brother." She whispered against Jacob's neck...causing him to mis-toss an egg in a basket he was attempting to make, which splattered against the countertop.

Garfield only made noises of protest. "Nuh uh. Heeeeelll no. I can ignore the mating, but we are NOT getting pregnant while I'm...Helen? Helen, what are you doing? Helen!?"

Garfield said, protesting even as she dragged Jacob into one of the spare bedrooms.

...Breakfast could most certainly wait.

>>10262157
>And 2 hours later, hallucination-sex

>>10262221
I'm okay with this.

>>10262176
>And then a hybrid god-child would be born.
>And it would be Garfield.

>>10262221

Helen slowly lowered herself into a seated position, her face inches away from the figment's. She smiled, her slightly red-tinted irisis drifting slightly as she tries to maintain focus on the man in front of her, as real as he was ever going to be.

The world around her seemed to have faded away, her peripheral vision a snowy fog. Even the ground around them seemed to blink in and out, leaving only the two of them underneath the tree.

"You sure this is going to make you feel better about anything?" 54 asked; Helen could feel his breath on her face. This lighter didn't fuck around. She smiled at him, gazing out from under her eyebrows, patting one hand against his face with gentle slaps.

"I don't know if it'll make me feel better," she said, "but I know it's going to make me feel good."

>Is there an entire other story sandwiched in the middle of mine? Jesus god, NEVER eating brownies again.

>lol, but i totally am tho

>>10262263
D:

>>10262304
>fuck yeah, brownies

>>10262304

YES.

I would write another, just to sandwich TWO whole stories into yours, but I'm very tired.

...Though I am looking forward to seeing Helen molest 54-Hallucination.

>>10262109
Gonna let StonerDM finish instead. HelenxGarfield can happen another night.

Helen clasped 54's face in her hands, unwilling to believe that he was really tangible; he had practically told her to her face that he wasn't.

But his cheeks felt real. His neck felt real, his shoulders felt real.

His lips felt real.

It was a small kiss, almost an innocent one; Helen's nature allowed her to take charge, but that didn't make her any more experienced. At any rate, 54 didn't seem to complain, letting her explore him with her mouth.

"I can tell you've done this before," 54 said, chuckling. "Even if you can't. Your body knows what it's doing.

Helen smiled, kissing him again, stronger this time. He was right-everything she was doing felt deliciously right. Had there been a someone for her before Arkham, before all of this?

>>10262539
Dude, are you trying to write this as you go? Because you are WAY too high to be trying to do that. We all appreciate it, but you aren't in any condition to make headway.

There were sunbursts of strange colors in front of her eyes, a feeling like cold water splashing down her body, spine shivering with the shock. She looked into 54's eyes, getting lost in all the expectations she had piled inside, the faithfully constructed fantasies she had woven to wile away a nervous night hour on the highways of what was rapidly becoming the apocalypse.

She kissed him again, passionately, exploratively, Her arms clasping his face. Their clothes began to shimmer and melt, evaporating upwards like a bizarrely-colored inverse rain, exposing their vibrant flesh, hers frosty pale against his slightly darker skin.

>>10262750
>Be this wisdom? Should I quit while I'm ahead?

>>10262909
You could keep writing, and then just repost tomorrow night, or whatever night you end up not quite as high.

>>10262909

Keep going, but if you're gonna zonk out, zonk out.

>>10262909
Just go on.

It's not like you don't have the power to determine canonicity anyway.

>>10262909
Dude. You never leave a lady wanting, even if you're the one who controls her universe. At least write SOMETHING for her.

Helen pressed him against the tree, kissing him desperately, her mind shrouding itself in escape, escape, escape, dream-sensations piling onto her reality. She realized the they were surrounded by ghost noises, faint music or murmuring voices.

She slid off of him, the carpet of grass stimulating her flesh as she slid back into a cat-like crouch. Her face was inches away from 54's length, and she stared at it wonderingly.

It was just like she had imagined. Every inch of it.

>>10262909
Well now I want to know how it goes. Don't leave me hanging Stonerbro.

>>10262995

I'm writing 82 a bit more dom, a bit more 'punk' from now on, when she's lucid.

Keep going BroStonerBro

Her tongue dragged itself slowly up from the base to the tip, phantom memories of forgotten sensations washing over her as she gently took the head into her mouth, suckling on it like a piece of candy.

"A guy could get used to this, sweetheart," 54 said appreciatively, brushing through her short-trimmed hair. He leaned back against the tree, a loose collection of sensations, memories, and projections. He wondered at the woman pleasuring him, a patched-together watery dream of a mind contemplating its dreamer.

Helen blocked such thoughts from her head, her foggy perceptions doing their best to register the recipient of her pleasurings as the real 54. She looked up and met his eyes, those dreamy, understanding, playful eyes. She took more of him into her mouth, purring softly to herself as his warm flesh pulsed against her tongue.

She reached back to feel between her legs, slim fingers tracing their nails down her belly. She trembled like an electric shock when her fingers brushed against her sex, already wet and sensitive. There was so much more to this lighter than she had originally thought.

Sitting back up, she dragged herself back into his lap, feeding his tip pressing against her, sliding up the curves or her rear. She kissed him, her tongue lashing against his like a whip. She dragged her his upwards, feeling him tremble as his cock slid ever closer to her waiting vessel.

It slid in gently, and Helen felt a burning hot warmth spread through her like a wave, her vission blurring like water in the desert air. She dragged a hand down the side of his face, closing her eyes and letting her mouth hang open as she impaled herself slowly on the generous length she had envisioned for 54.

"I could have been everything you needed," the figment said, brushing under her chin.

"You can be...you are everything I need," Helen said dreamily, legs shaking as she tried to lift her self up, but lost her balance, slipping back down on him, her slender form fitting them perfectly together in his lap.

The figment ground their hips together, watching Helen gasp and squeal and revelling in the waves of pleasure passing along its own body.

He leaned close to her face, thrusting up into her gently. "I'm here," he said, kissing the side of her face and wrapping his arms around her. "It's okay," he managed before she overwhelmed him with kisses.

It must be nothing short of terrifying, the dream thought, to subject the thrill of sensation to the entropic scope of truth of being, a desperate fleeing odyssey from one brief instance of ecstasy to the next awe-inspiring moment of exhilitary, all slipping towards the inetivatble yawning grave.

>exhilitary
>exhilaration
>lawl

>It must be nothing short of terrifying, the dream thought, to subject the thrill of sensation to the entropic scope of truth of being, a desperate fleeing odyssey from one brief instance of ecstasy to the next awe-inspiring moment of exhilitary, all slipping towards the inetivatble yawning grave.

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MIND = BLOWN

Helen rolled her hips, breathing heavily through clasped teeth as she pistoned herself up and down, her slick entrace easily swallowing 54's cock, her inner folds massaging and teasing it excitedly.

"Yeah," she says softly to herself, rubbing her body against him. She bit into his neck, sucking savagely on the flesh, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make 54 grunt a retort, his grip around her body intensifying.

She felt her body lose control, the blinding feverish warmth pressing against her skin from inside her. It burst out of her like intangible sparks, soft hissing noise escaping her mouth instead of words, her arms clinging to her lover like a vice as she rode him through her orgasm, eyes screwed shut intensely.

54 felt her quake against him, letting out a low gasp as her inner flesh squeezed him like a crashing tide. He felt his shadowy sentience being crowded out by the mounting, swirling pleasure. He bucked his hips up into her repeatedly, their bodies coming together like irons on a forge.

She felt him explode inside her, hearing him choke out his own low noises of ecstasy. Her pussy was flooded with even more warmth, a delicious fullness spreading inside her, threatening to sooth her tense muscles and tie off her exhultation.

"No," she says. "No...again..."

The dream felt itself still existing, Helen's hips still ground against him. He felt the annihilating pleasure receding, and felt her rising off of him, his still-hard length slipping easily out of her slick lips.

Turning around, Helen lowered herself back down, letting him slip easily inside of her, eased in by the still-warm, oozing results of their first session. She leaned back against him, feeling her legs shake from holding her up as his arms wrapped around her again.

>I'm trying to go faster, but I don't know if it's working or not >_>

She enjoyed him pistoning inside her, crashing waves of pleasure rushing over her like silk cloth dragged across the skin. She leaned her head back against one of his shoulders, feeling him grab her breasts firmly as she kissed him, fit perfectly back-to-chest.

Another orgasm overtook her as she held the kiss, blissful loss of distinction overwhelming her already-foggy mind. She vaguely felt her already-full pussy being gushed full of another powerful orgasm from 54, his hips grinding him deep inside her, the two climaxes mixing inside her.

>>10263808
We're all too busy fapping furiously.

Helen awoke slowly, feeling the matted grass under her, then her pounding headache, then the brightness of the setting sun on her eyes. She stumbles to her feet until the low-hanging branches of the tree block the sun from her eyes.

"Gosh, finally!" Garfield said. "Are you okay? You were out like a light, mumbling to yourself and thrashing around."

Helen strained her mind, immediately regretting it as pain throbbed through her like a blade through cloth. The last few hours were a blur. She remembered strange color, compelling warmth, and something blocking the sunlight in front of her. Next, she was here, awake, apparently several hours later.

"I...I think I'm okay, but I...can't remember anything I saw," she said, clutching her swollen-feeling head.

"Oh well," Garfield replied. "It can't have been any more helpful than that cryptic crap you got last time."

She nodded. "I guess so." Walking towards the house, she stopped near the bare patch that marked 54's lovingly-dug grave. Stooping, she rested a hand on the ground, smiling a small smile.

"I'm sorry we never really god to know each other," she said quietly, before leaving.

She went to pack, to get ready to dive back into the maelstrom of paranoia and fear and violence, her mind only slightly eased by the experiment.

She left behind the body of a man, some of her fear, some of her sadness, and a simple, desperate dream that now obediently vanished into the slowly-dying daylight, like a pebble's whorl on a winding stream.

>So many tense mix-ups in here.
>Curses! Curses!!!!

>>10264140
It's ok dude. You're awesome.

Btw did you check that email address you posted last night?

>Oh god my brain...I never should have started, but I'm so glad I finished.

>>10263808
eh I'm reading I'm just not digging the idea of Helen fucking her hallucination.

>just realized I'm way to attached to this quest because I referred to him as "our hallucination" when I typed that the first time.

>>10264173
>I'm sorry! I didn't plan on this being so...metaphysical.

>I blame the drugs.

>>10264173
>Dunno, that's definitely the definition of a 'good trip'
Catch ya'll later, someone send me an email when the next thread starts.

>>10264169
>I've checked that address, yeah. I think I've written back to most everyone that emailed me.

>I'll archive this in case people that missed it want to read it. I had a great evening I probably won't remember. I'm sorry if none of that made any real sense XD

>Oh, and Bloodquest for reals tomorrow. Maybe I'll even be sober. It's gonna be great.