Sexxus 2: Spreading
#3 of Sexxus series
A phone rings loudly in a dark bedroom, its sound reverberating without stop until the machine attached to it picks up and recites its recorded answer. It beeps after informing the caller that the owner of the home is indisposed. "Sylphie? Sylph, it's Marina, I stopped by that shop you told me about the other day and they told me that you haven't been around since Wednesday. What happened? I'm getting a little worried... Look, just call me back when you can. I'll be over in a little bit." There's a clacking and then the sequential beep of a line disconnecting. The answering machine bleeps in the dark room, taking note of its message. Something within the room hisses in anticipation, the faint sound of something thick gurgles in the darkness.
A young woman walks briskly down the sidewalk, her face creased with worry as she traces her steps to an apartment nearby. She looks this way and that, her shoulder length chestnut hair swaying with her head as she makes sure that she's in the right neighborhood, the right street and near the right landmarks to find her destination. The familiar 'vwip-vwip' of her tight jeans rubbing against her thighs allows her some comfort as she goes to investigate the sudden disappearance of her friend, a simple thing allowing her to have some control over what she felt. Marina had known Sylphie for the better half of four years now, the first day they met being laced with awkwardness. Marina had watched Sylphie sulk in a corner near the back of a bar while the girl had been drinking herself under the table. Being the only one to care for Marina's safety, Sylphie took it upon herself to take the girl home which had ended up with the two sharing a kiss at the door.
Sylph chalked up Marina's behavior to the booze and let it slide, believing it meant nothing, but Marina didn't feel the same. In time the two became close friends, Marina hoping one day that Sylphie would return her feelings but never seeing it happen. Now, Marina felt that something was wrong, that Sylphie needed her help the way she needed hers the night they met and her heart pounded harder in her heaving breast the closer she got to her friend's apartment. Just one more corner, she thought to herself trying desperately to keep the panic at bay.
She passed through the lobby with ease, getting a neighbor to buzz her in and went up to the floors and down the hallway to Sylphie's apartment, breaking into a run as the door came into view. When she got to the door, she composed herself, told herself that it might be nothing, that her friend was just busy the past few days and that she might be sleeping. Marina placed her hand over her heart, trying to keep down her doubts and knocked loudly on the door. For a moment, nothing happened and the hallway was silent except for the occasional sounds from the streets and the other people in the building. Marina caught her breath and trembled- only to breathe out a relived sigh when she heard the latch click and the door creak open.
She looked the door up and down, sure that Sylphie was inside but curious as to why she didn't open the door all the way and pushed it open. The apartment seemed strange. Marina had been inside it many times before, but now it seemed less like a home somehow. The place was pleasant but it was dark, much darker than it should have been for the daytime and the girl could feel that something was there. She could feel that something was drawing her further in, tugging at her heart and pulling the rest of her with it all the while arousing her. Marina had yet to really notice it, but the air was filled with an enticing musk. Rushing out of the house to get to Sylphie, she had forgotten to put on a bra. Her nipples had nothing but the cotton t-shirt to strain against, making her breasts more defined in the twilit apartment. Her breathing had set to a pace that tugged at her shirt, revealing the toned chocolate-cream of her belly in an almost hypnotic rhythm.
Marina had searched absentmindedly through the apartment for a short while for clues of her friend's absence when she heard faint moans coming from the bedroom. Drawing silently up to the door, she could tell that the moans were getting louder and that they were the labored breathing of someone being taken. Oh my God, Thought Marina, is she being raped!? Or is she... Marina panicked, she couldn't bear the thought that was slowly forming in her mind, that instead of being in trouble Sylphie had found someone else. She threw the door open, her hair whipping into the air with a flourish, and let her jaw drop at the sight in front of her.
To Marina's fleeting pleasure, Sylphie was completely naked and moaning from some kind of afterglow. To her horror, the girl looked like she was at least four months into pregnancy- things could be as bad as she thought, or worse. Strangely mesmerized by the sight, Marina reached out to her friend's swollen belly and felt something thick, heavy and grey fall with a loud and wet shlapp to the back of her hand. She gasped and drew her hand back to wipe the sticky stuff off of her, hissing as she felt a familiar tingle shoot up her arm. And then she noticed it.
Marina saw the same substance oozing out of Sylphie's cunt in thick gobs and dripping to the floor all around her like rain. That's when Marina looked up and saw it's glowing yellow eyes, its pendulous breasts and curves in a mock copy of Sylphie's that seemed to be even more attractive than the real thing, it seemed to be constantly melting, yet never really losing its form. Its hips vanished into a pool full of the substance that hit Marina's hand and clung to the ceiling. She stared at it the way a dear does with headlights, not daring to breathe, not daring to speak, but thinking that this thing had somehow captured her friend and was... pleasuring her...with a substance that she could only guess at what it was made of.
Its lips parted then, or at least they looked like lips, with strands of its goo clinging to what could only be thought of as a mouth and then gurgled a single word, "Preeeeeeyyyyy". She tried to move, she really did, but Marina was just stood there staring into those glowing eyes like they were Sylphie's that night so long ago- hell, they might as well have been Sylph's with the way the creature's wet shoulder nubs melted out into arms and caressed her face. The now dull tingling in Marina's hand sparked up in her face along with intense wanting. The tingling spread slowly as the creature oozed out of the pool on the ceiling and all over Marina, soaking her clothes with its warmth, its slime eating away her clothes as the girl moaned with a joyous realization.
The tingling was pure unfiltered sexual pleasure, and was growing more intense the more the creature covered her. The creature's face was only an inch away from Marina's when it and Sylphie spoke in hypnotic unison. "Marina," they said with a moan that extended her name in a haunting wail, "Let us take you, carry you into paradise, our love awaits..." Sylphie had arched her back on her bed, her hips gyrating to the attentions to an invisible lover, her belly inflating and deflating with the endless flood of liquid ecstasy that drained from the shimmering lips of her cunt.
Marina reached to touch the face of the slime creature that had now almost completely covered her caramel-colored body, matted down her flowing black hair, dripped down and into the tight curves of her ass, and incased her heaving melon-sized breasts, with their dark-chocolate nipples, in its arousing thick mass and hissed a 'yes'. She fell to her knees, her fingers digging to rub the muck all over her body as she said it again. "Yessssss!" she hissed, throwing her slime-covered hands between her legs and the dripping pink slit that was nestled between them. Marina dug in deep. Marina dug much, much deeper into herself than she ever thought she could in her life and winced almost painfully at the pleasure she felt. But then... she wasn't the Marina that anyone knew- that girl was slowly dissolving away in the grey puddles that surrounded this slave to lust. Her mistress snorted a laugh and oozed over her new slave and began exploring the caverns and crevices of the eager body.
Sexxus was ecstatic, she had a brand new toy to play with and she was even tighter than the first. She took her time wrapping her tentacles around Marina's breasts and watching her squirm as her nipples were gently twisted in her grasp. She felt the curve of Marina's ass and slowly invaded it, feeding off of every tortured moan and protest from what little remained of the girls will until it extinguished in the sea of ecstasy she felt. Then she filled her untouched chalice. Melting the barrier away was a simple and painless task, made even more fun with moaning and screaming she caused by flexing and massaging the girls tunnel with fresh gallons of herself from Syphie.
Their emotions, their lust, and the euphoria she gathered from each of their multiple orgasms fed Sexxus more completely than any amount of pollution that humans ever generated and, as she found out, their lust could grow the more they were pleasured and they were easier to control. It was nothing for the newborn Spirit of Lust to puppeteer Marina into climbing into the bed with Sylphie and rubbing their sweat-and-cum covered bodies together in a weird and erotic display, Sexxus herself sloshing out of one cunt and into another as she gave both of their hungry wombs a stretching.
It went like this into the night of the next day, the three of them stopping only to be fed with the excess cum that Sexxus had gathered until Sylph and Marina were left quivering, short of breath, and faintly sore. The spirit had to find another willing body- maybe hundreds upon thousands to buffer the exhaustion she would cause. With her body now solidifying into a pearl-colored carapace, she turned to the girls and smiled with a brand new idea, an idea that would both lure more prey for her to feed on and conceal the growth of her power. Willing Marina to stand again, her legs still shacking from the last forty orgasms her body could barely endure, Sexxus reached into her own nethers with a satisfied moan and drained enough of herself to coat the girl in a light film of juices...