When Heavens Collide

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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A very gifted man and a very gifted woman meet, and change one another's lives... as well as the rest of the world, forever.


This story was written for HandofBlades as part of my patreon request days for April. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults and orgasmic extremes of the most enjoyable kind. :3

When Heavens Collide

All his adult life, Kingston had known that he was different. Special, some might have said. Gifted, others may have agreed. But to the gecko personally, he was just different. He had an instinct, a certain innate capacity and knowledge about how certain aspects of people worked. Their needs and wants. Their desires. Their cravings. And of course the physiological, the mechanical aspects of their bodies.

All her adult life, Jessica had known that she was different too. Special, some folks might have claimed. Gifted by the description of others. But as far as the kangaroo was concerned, she was just different. She had an instinct, a certain awareness and ease by which she could figure out how people thought and reacted to her. Their wants and needs. Their desires. Their urges and longings. And of course how they reacted physically, mechanically to certain sources of stimulation that she could provide.

They'd bedded hundreds of people apiece in their lifetimes. Indeed the number may have been higher than that, for barely a day, barely a couple of hours spent in public could pass without their seemingly magnetic personalities drawing someone into their sphere of influence. After that, it was easy. A few questions. A few well placed words. It wasn't mind control. It wasn't anything they tried to do. It was just... so easy, they could barely help it. Tell a joke. Smile. Catch someone's eye while walking down the street, and suddenly they were all over them. Desperate to know them. To befriend them. And to bed them.

Kingston remembered the first woman he took to bed as though it was yesterday. He remembered her trembling and gasping as he took off her clothes. He remembered how tense she grew as he kissed his way down her belly, and the way that his tongue had barely flicked out across her clitoris before a gush of juices hit his face. She'd been older than him. More experienced. But none of that had seemed to matter. He had made her cum again and again with his tongue, one orgasm rolling seamlessly into the next, and before he'd been able to get his own rock hard and virgin cock anywhere near either her mouth or pussy, she'd passed out.

The following morning he had awoken to her masturbating feverishly beside him, enthralled simply by looking at his naked body, and for the minute or so that she had ridden him before once again losing consciousness under the extremes of pleasure his touch seemed to provoke, he too had enjoyed himself. What he had learned from that experience however had not been how to satisfy himself. How it felt to make love to a woman, or to feel the intimate connection that came with sex.

All he had learned was that he was different, and that in the many, many occasions that would follow with countless other women and more than a handful of equally eager men, he would rarely be able to achieve satisfaction before the extremes of arousal he provoked in his partners drove them beyond any place where they could aid him in getting off.

Jessica too had found herself in similar situations from the very first time she lay with another man. Of course, at first she'd thought this was how men were. She'd seen enough TV, heard enough gossip to know that a virgin man could easily have trouble lasting, so it hadn't seemed so strange when the first guy she had been with had filled the condom wrapped around his member before even half of his length had slipped inside of her. Once she'd been with more experienced men however, and once she'd seen that same look of shocked, awed lust upon their faces as they lost any and all control over their own bodies, she realised that it wasn't them. It wasn't all men, no matter how much she might have wanted it to be.

It was her. Something was... different about her. And as a result of that difference, she couldn't even let a guy eat her out without the scent, the taste, the feel of her pussy quivering against his muzzle driving him to orgasm long before she could get anywhere close.

Sure, she still went out with men. Women too for that matter. She still bedded them when they showed interest, and enjoyed their company, their excitement, their overwhelming gratitude when she drove them to extremes of pleasure the likes of which they had never known before or likely would ever know again.

But, there was always something missing. For her. Just as there was for Kingston.

Satisfaction. That which they saw, which they were so easily able to provoke in others. True peace. Relief, and satisfaction. It eluded them completely for more than a decade of their adult and sexual lives. Until one day, in yet another new city and another new neighbourhood where they were not yet begged day and night by friends and neighbours to spend just five minutes alone together, they found themselves in the same grocery store.

In the same aisle.

And reaching, hooded shirts and ball-caps keeping their vision limited and their faces hidden, for the same jar of curry sauce.

As soon as their fingers touched, they felt it.

The spark. The chemistry. That which they had seen occur in hundreds of others before them, but never before had felt themselves in quite so visceral a manner.

But now... they felt it. And they saw it as they turned their gaze upon one another, hands trembling, eyes bulging as their fingers laced together and their free hands pushed back their hoods, knocked off their caps, desperate to show themselves to this person who had so easily, so senselessly bewitched them.

"P-please... I..."

Kingston barely had a chance to speak before the furred fingers grasping at his own smooth scaled hand tugged him forward, pulling him into a full embrace as the kangaroo's lips pressed feverishly against his own. He kissed back, groaning as their arms wrapped tightly around one another, and though neither one of them was paying any attention to anything beyond themselves, they both heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure stricken moaning from elsewhere in the store.

At the counter, mid-way through serving another customer, the female clerk let a large can of tuna tumble from her hands and clatter against the barcode scanner as a surge of undeniable physical pleasure crashed over her. She would have gasped, would have cried out in shameful dismay at her reaction, but the man in his fifties standing before her didn't seem to notice. He, after all, was too busy clutching at the side of the register area trying not to collapse as his own crotch suddenly flared with extreme and volatile pleasure.

Back in the aisle, Kingston dragged Jessica's heavy hooded sweater up and over her head, only to grunt in ecstasy as she reached out and grasped at his jeans' crotch, groping at the rapidly swelling bulge located within even as she fought to unbutton and unzip the garment. A loud crunch rang out from beyond the grocery store's outer doors, followed by the blaring of a car horn, but they paid it no heed. They had no interest in the driver who had been overcome by orgasmic rapture, seemingly out of nowhere, and who had crashed into the back of another car manoeuvring slowly round the parking lot. Thankfully that driver seemed equally distracted, their own eyes wide, glazed and their mouth hanging half open in intense, unexpected orgasmic rapture.

On the street beyond the grocery store, beyond its parking lot and out in both directions for a few hundred feet, people stopped in their tracks as they went about their daily business. Cheeks flushed. Eyes widened. Strangers turned to strangers with pleading, hopeful expressions, entirely unconcerned with whatever family members or loved ones they had previously been walking. They began to fling themselves at one another, embracing, kissing, groaning as they rubbed up against each other while back in the store Jessica and Kingston collapsed to the ground in a trembling, groping heap of entwined limbs.

In every building, business, home or otherwise for blocks and blocks, people began to shudder, to moan, and to cum uncontrollably as Kingston kicked off his jeans and flung himself down atop Jessica, the kangaroo peeling her already sodden panties aside, no time to remove them outright. She wrapped her legs tightly around the gecko's waist, knowing that she could never let a man who made her feel this way slip away, and as his cock brushed up against the outer lips of her pussy, she suddenly realised how it had felt for all the men who had been with her over the years.

She lost control. All her dignity, her restraint, her composure, it melted away in a matter of seconds, and left behind only a raging, burning core of pure lust.

At the same moment, the very last of Kingston's own restraint abandoned him. He pressed his cock deep into the hot, clutching, suddenly gushing depths of the kangaroo, and for the first time in his life he felt himself sharing that moment with the woman before him. He may not have known her name, barely even had time to look at her face before it blurred before his eyes with pleasure and desire, but now he knew he had never known anyone like her. Never would know anyone like her, or ever possibly love anyone as dearly as he loved Jessica for what she had done to him.

He was cumming. Pouring his seed deep inside her. And now that he had started, now that he had finally found a woman with whom he could not hold back, he would not let himself stop.

The male's cum overflowed and began to pour out of the kangaroo's pussy before too long, her own ejaculations gushing out and intermingling with the thicker, creamier seed as their screams echoed around the store, far outstripping the senseless, repeated orgasmic cries of the clerks and the other customers on the premises.

The whole city came to a standstill. Businesses. Homes. Vehicles. Anything and everything, anyone and everyone paralyzed, overwhelmed by the all consuming waves of lust that were crashing over them, surging outward from their point of origin and reaching further with every second, with every scream to escape Jessica and hissing cry to escape Kingston.

For decades the two of them had walked alone, granting others the merest and most fleeting glimpses of the heavenly delights that lay bound inside them both. But now, they had found one another. They had found the keys that unlocked the true strength of one another's gift.

They had pleasure to share, but not just with one lover. Not just with themselves and the writhing, howling figure wrapped around them.

Further and further the pleasure spread. Across the city. The nation. Beyond even that.

The locks remained undone. The floodgates remained wide open as Kingston and Jessica came again and again and again and again, and soon the whole world came with them.

Inside each of them lay heaven. Its pleasure, its bliss pure and unlimited, and now unrestrained.

Heaven collided, crashed headlong into heaven, and matched its joy. Matched its glory, to endlessly greater excesses that spread out not just across the world, but across reality. All existence, swept up in pure, potent, unending bliss.

Kingston had always known he was different.

Jessica had always known that she was different.

And now at last they knew why, as did the rest of all infinity; convulsing, writhing, screaming in ecstasy, with the two of them at its very centre.

By Jeeves

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