Models: Pavlos (Hugo Antonin) & Veronica Leal
Vander wasn’t sure when everyone had disappeared. It felt like only minutes ago that he was lounging in his private booth surrounded by friendly faces, laughing and joking and make full use of their unlimited bar tab. Except, now he thought about it, some of those faces must have vanished hours earlier, while a handful had never shown up in the first place. Moreover, despite having lost track of how many drinks he’d downed Vander couldn’t remember ever actually ordering any of them, nor did he feel anywhere near as drunk as he should have.
Stumbling back to the room he was sharing with Seth and Eddie, Vander tried to make sense of his jumbled thoughts. It almost felt as if something was playing with them – some unseen imp diving into his mind and kicking out the pillars that supported his view of the world. Time, memory, natural bodily responses to excessive booze: for some reason, in Club Fantasy none of them seemed to function properly for him.
But in this sea of uncertainty one island remained steadfast, so it was to the thought of her that he clung.
He and Perri had been a couple since university, yet Vander still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. Not only to have scored her as his girlfriend, but also to have her accept the role of fiancée and, very soon now, wife. For a relationship that had started after a drunken fresher’s party, its longevity had taken him completely by surprise. In fact, if somebody had told him that morning that the sexy, snoring nympho-next-door he’d found draped over his chest would one day meet him at the altar, he would’ve assumed they meant Perri was there to crash his wedding, not partake in it.
The thought made Vander smile. Everything about his fiancée was a contradiction. She was utterly adorable with a wickedly dark sense of humour; a history of promiscuity made her seem shallow and vain, yet she couldn’t sleep with anybody her soul didn’t truly yearn for; she looked innocent as a nun but had the seductive prowess of the sluttiest homewrecker. Even their relationship made no sense, for Perri was an unapologetically free spirit – one who refused to be tied down by any given job for more than a year and never holidayed in the same place twice – a trait which she had stubbornly defied to stay by his side all these years.
But these contradictions only made Vander love her all the more. To his mind, back in that university dorm, on the morning after the unexpected night before, he had somehow managed to harness a shooting star. Wherever Perri went she burned bright, and he intended to ride the wake of her light for as long as she was happy to let him.
All the same, if there was one thing Vander yearned for more than anything, it was the opportunity to show Perri just how much he truly loved her. Sure, whenever an opportunity to express his feelings came along he never failed to seize it, and he routinely deployed all the typical romantic gestures – flowers, chocolates, surprise gifts, those sorts of things. Yet these were icebergs representing only a glimpse of his true feelings while the vast majority was concealed below the surface.
The closest thing that came close to an accurate portrayal was sex. Given her impressive libido, Perri was unsurprisingly at her most energetic beneath the sheets. But even she could not fuck forever, and so this energy inevitably led to hushed, tender conversations while wrapped in a naked embrace after the adrenaline had run dry. In those quiet moments, when whispers became kisses and kisses became soft, gentle lovemaking, in those moments a fraction of Vander’s love for her was able to shine through.
As he rounded the last corner, a dry laugh snuffed from his nose. ‘If only that dumb uni know-it-all could see me now,’ he muttered to himself. ‘Pretty sure I was too psyched about getting laid to even realise how much I’d already fallen for her.’
The last few steps to his door didn’t see Vander’s feet leave the floor. Semi-sober he may have been, but that only helped the exhaustion of the night encroach on him quicker. His eyes were half-closed as he pushed inside and allowed the door to swing softly closed behind him.
The next breath his lids sprung so wide they almost vanished into his sockets.
‘What the…?’
The room in which he found himself was surprising for two reasons. First, it wasn’t his room. And secondly it wasn’t really a room at all.
The closest thing the space had to a wall was the tall, padded headboard of the large central bed. Aside from this, there was only a shadowy void hemming everything in on all sides. At first glance the dark grey expanse appeared solid, but on closer inspection Vander could see it shifting slowly, like the surface of a pond disturbed by some unseen convection current swirling sluggishly beneath. Where there should have been seams between floor, walls and ceiling there was only more void, ultimately giving the impression of being contained within a strange, shadowy bubble.
And yet Vander was stood on solid ground. Though the grey of the carpet was almost indistinguishable from that of the void, he could feel it springing beneath his shoes. A few feet from the bed the carpet faded into the emptiness, though Vander suspected that if he was to walk to the edge the void would simply retreat a little further, like a magnet repelled by his presence. More bemusing still was the presence of a low fireplace which appeared to be embedded into the void itself on the opposite side of the bed. It was a sleek, minimalist design composed of a thick rectangular marble frame within which embers glowed softly behind a protective glass pane. The heat it produced was cosy and welcoming, though this did nothing to ease Vander’s confusion.
Two lamps flanked the bed, sat atop a pair of small nightstands. Overhead, another lamp hung from the point in the void where the ceiling should have been. Collectively these three sources cast the bed in an island of soft, pale light which didn’t so much beat back the dark as gently usher it away.
As he span around Vander found the door was gone, swallowed up by the darkness. Whatever this place was, it appeared intent on keeping him sealed inside.
Or, as it turned out, keeping them inside. Because as he pivoted back to the bed, Vander realised he had company.
Perri stood just beside the fireplace looking as confused as her fiancé. Her sultry lavender dress contrasted starkly with the shadowy emptiness behind her. Vander took her in – her blonde pixie cut, her petite figure, the cute dimple between her brows as she frowned – a small part of him wondering, as it always did whenever he laid eyes on her, how he’d been lucky enough to capture her heart.
‘…the fuck?’ Perri said without realising she was finishing Vander’s earlier question.
‘That’s what I was saying.’
Perri hadn’t yet noticed him, and her gaze snapped up at his voice. ‘Babe? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? I was just coming back to my room and then…’
‘And then you find yourself in the eternal bedroom.’ He spread his arms to indicate the sprawling bed and the vastness beyond. ‘Yeah, same here.’
Crossing to each other, they met at the foot of the bed.
‘What the hell is this place?’ Perri asked.
‘Well, whatever it is, I’m pretty sure we’re not in Kansas anymore.’
Despite the circumstances, Perri raised a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Are you trying to imply I’m Toto in this equation?’
Vander matched her expression. ‘Are you trying to imply I couldn’t pull off plaits and a frilly blue dress?’
‘Last time I checked Dorothy didn’t have quite as much stubble as you,’ she said as she ran her fingers over his chin. Then her lips twisted into a deviant smirk. ‘Then again, I think a little feminisation might suit you. After all, we already know you can take a good pounding.’ Her hand snaked down and around his back, coming to rest on his ass. She squeezed.
The motion simultaneously pulled Vander closer against his fiancée’s chest and cast his mind back to the handful of nights they had explored the pleasures of pegging. Both experiences stirred his arousal, the crotch of his trousers twitching in response.
In that moment, Vander suddenly understood why they were there. Because rather than dissipate, that small flare of arousal rooted itself in his core and immediately began to grow. Within seconds an erotic heat had broken across his brow, the beads twinkling like morning dew, and what had started as a twitch began to grow into an erection that rapidly tented his jeans. Perri’s deviant comment was a snowball rolling down a hill, accumulating more and more lust with each passing second. Vander, meanwhile, was stood helpless at the bottom of that hill. The ground beneath his feet rumbled with the inexorable approach, and even if he tried to flee he knew there was no escaping. All he could do was wait to be buried. And, based on Perri’s shallow breathing, huge pupils, and the way her heart hammered against his chest while she continued to clutch his ass, it seemed she was in the same boat.
Somehow, the room was to blame, of that he was certain. There was something here, some strange power that had latched onto the smallest shred of desire and refused to let it go. As the impact neared, Vander realised that shouldn’t be a surprise – if not for depravity, what other reason might a betrothed couple be summoned to an endless void with only a bed and mood lighting to fill it?
‘Is that what you want?’ Vander blurted.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean me, feminised. You, pounding me.’ Whether he truly wanted it, or whether it was just because the suggestion had triggered this sudden surge of arousal, Vander had no idea. But in that moment the fantasy sounded higher than heaven. ‘I mean is that what you really, truly want? Right here, right now?’
There was no gap left between their bodies, but Perri closed it anyway. ‘Don’t ask me why, babe, but right now I’ve never wanted anything more than that. I don’t want to be your girl tonight. I want you to be mine.’
Something passed through the void then. A ripple. A shudder. A sigh. Then, still tangled in one another’s arms, they began to transform.
The initial rush of pleasure came as their clothes simply blinked out of existence. One moment Vander was in his shirt and jeans, Perri in her blouse and pinstripe trousers; the next they wore nothing but underwear. The erotic heat of their kissing skin tore a united cry from their lungs and sent them reeling. As a result, neither was lucid enough to notice the foreshadowing provided by their new attire. All Vander knew was that the silk of the white nightie now hanging lightly from his shoulders was blissfully soft against his skin. Thanks to the sheer lace of the bust there was almost nothing between his chest and Perri’s warm tits, a sensation which distracted them both from the fact a pair of boxers had materialised around her hips.
At first, Vander felt rather than saw Perri’s metamorphosis. Pressed up against his chest as they were, the regression of her tits caused her to stumble closer, her chin hooking over his shoulder so her orgasmic moans sounded directly in his ear. In their place Vander could feel firm pectorals, the muscles tensed by the pleasure coursing through his fiancée’s body, while further down her midriff was toughening too. Despite Perri’s penchant for working out – not to mention a very active sex life – she had always been lean rather than ripped. The fibres of strength now accumulating beneath her skin tipped the scales towards the latter, her new abs snaking down in a V towards her crotch as her flanks likewise firmed up. The same effect rapidly overcame Perri’s arms, her embrace suddenly stronger, tighter, her new biceps crushing Vander as they continue to swell.
Without warning, Vander found his arms lifting. One looped around Perri’s shoulders and the other circling her waist, both followed her ascension as her powerful new frame grew taller by several inches. The abrupt expansion of her shoulders caused his grip to falter, forcing him to close a hand over her nape in order to keep her close. But even this emphasised Perri’s newfound masculinity, for the tough muscles of her upper back slid beneath his palm like sea monsters lurking just beneath the waves.
As his own body hummed with erotic energy, Vander’s head tipped back enough to once again see Perri’s face – a face which was now unrecognisable. He’d already heard her groans deepening in his ear, but now he was presented with the deep eyes, broad brow and fine stubble of the new man responsible. Perri’s pixie cut had shaved even shorter, the fringe swept into short spikes and the sides cropped close to the skin. Her entire skull seemed denser, more robust, and while the lines of her jaw, brow and temples still bore echoes of her old visage Vander hardly noticed. Instead he was much too distracted by the unexpected arousal Perri’s new features were stirring within him, by the fantasies they conjured of her lips exploring his neck, his throat, his chest, his stomach, their course always snaking lower.
High on supernatural pleasure, Perri’s hands – still clamped against Vander’s ass and significantly larger than before – squeezed even harder to send a lustful ache through his cheeks. Given the way her body shuddered against his, it seemed she was using the sordid grip as a desperate attempt to weather the storm of ecstasy and anchor herself in reality.
But with Vander transforming just as dramatically, reality was a shifting concept.
Like a mirror of his fiancée, the changes to Vander’s body occurred in almost the exact same order.
First came his tits. Fresh heat blossomed over his chest as the fleshy orbs expanded outwards, filling the bust of his nightie and immediately throbbing as the delicate lace whispered across his nipples. Now it was his turn to feel his breasts squashed against his lover’s chest, and the kiss of Perri’s skin through the mesh sent arousal ricocheting up and done Vander’s spine. Almost as if Perri’s new physique was leeching the muscle away, his abs were swiftly fading, the tissue soon settling into a smooth, flat stomach. Even as he clung to Perri’s shifting form Vander felt his arms shrink in on themselves, his modest bulk diminishing to leave his upper limbs soft and slender.
Vander’s abrupt drop in height was disorienting for two reasons. For one, when combined with Perri’s growth it was enough to briefly lift him from his feet so he was dangling by his grasp on her neck. But more dizzying still was the experience of looking up at his wife-to-be instead of down. After being the taller half for well over a decade, it felt as odd as switching sides in the bed or kissing with their eyes open. This sensation of being outsized was further exacerbated by a sudden contraction of his shoulders, bone and tissue groaning as Vander found himself literally overshadowed by Perri whose broad, looming frame was now both taller and wider than his own.
Though unable to see the changes overcoming his face, Vander felt every detail. In contrast to Perri’s, his groans had grown lighter and breathier as the corruptive magic roared through him. By now they were issuing through plump, supple lips and dancing over teeth that didn’t seem to fit properly in his reshaping mouth. A brief pressure flared across his brow as his bridge narrowed and nostrils shrank, followed by a gentle chill when the metal of a piercing settled into place against his flaring skin. The same tightness accompanied the softening of his jaw and cheeks, though unlike Perri there wasn’t even a vague echo of the man he used to be in Vander’s new appearance. The shallowing of his sockets made the world seem to warp before his eyes, yet when a spill of golden waves tumbled into view he felt as if this was how he had always seen the world, every memory now framed by the same undulating locks.
The only real difference in Vander’s transformation was that of his skin. In Perri’s case, she had remained mostly hairless from the waist up, while the dark hair which had sprouted lower down only truly began in earnest below her knees. But for Vander the withering of his body hair hit in one sudden regression that engulfed him in tingles from head to toe. Almost instantly the only hair left was on his scalp, allowing the ambient light to shine softly off the flawlessly tanned complexion beneath.
As the magic slowly drained from his system, Vander struggled to wrap his head around what it had done to him.
The woman he had become was slim and soft, her body oozing arousal and innocence in equal measure. Even so, Vander could feel a latent erotic energy infusing every fibre of his new body. This was a woman with the stamina to ride for hours without tiring, the seductive prowess to push her lover to the brink with little more than a flutter of her lashes. And, he realised as the lust in his loins refused to dissipate along with the magic, a libido unlike anything he had ever known.
The new woman was just about to put her libido to good use when one final eruption of ecstasy eviscerated all her strength. She did not feel her pussy form from Vander’s cock, not really. She only felt as if she was riding the highest climax of her life, her entire body wracked by it, and the next second she found herself collapsing to the bed with a sudden absence between her thighs.
Based on the howl that tore through the air just above her head, it seemed Perri had undergone a similar experience, and when they landed together on the bed the bulge pressing against the new woman’s inner thigh proved it.
Breathless and reeling, she didn’t notice how close she was to his face until he reached up and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Focusing on him, she felt a smile arise unbidden on her lips.
‘Hi, baby,’ she said, her voice hushed.
‘Hi,’ he replied just as reverently. A pause. Then a matching smile. ‘Well, I hate to say I told you so, but…’
The woman’s smile became a smirk. ‘I take it feminisation does suit me?’
‘Absolutely,’ the man nodded. ‘Though I don’t think I can keep calling you Vander when you look like this.’
For a few seconds the woman was silent. Her pretty face shifted into a pensive expression as she perused the memories of this new body, searching for the name she assumed must have come along with them. It didn’t take long to find.
‘Then it’s a good thing I don’t identify by that name anymore. I’m Veronica now.’
‘Veronica,’ the man said, seemingly savouring the sensation of the name on his lips. ‘Well, Veronica, I’m Pavlos.’
‘You’re also hot as fuck,’ Veronica breathed. Her hair had slipped over to one side and now cast both their faces in the shadow. But that didn’t dull the deviant light in her eyes as she drank in the sight of the stud beneath her. Lowering herself a little further she closed her eyes and sighed as the warmth of his body blushed through her thin nightie. The air between their faces was charged with lust and warm with coalescing breath, and it was all Veronica could do not to savage him with kisses right then and there.
‘Right back at you,’ Pavlos replied. One hand remained close to her chin as the other rose to embrace the soft expanse of her shoulder blade. ‘But babe… what just happened to us?’
‘I think we had our wish granted.’ Veronica giggled as Pavlos frowned: the cute, confused dimple in his brow had survived the transformation. ‘Don’t you see? You said you wanted me to be your girl, not the other way around. I wanted the same too. And I think we got exactly what we wanted.’
‘You know that’s impossible, right?’
But Veronica’s patience had run out. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. ‘Oh, who the fuck cares?’ she said, before diving down to kiss him slowly, deeply, hungrily.
Whether or not Pavlos did care enough to try and stop her was a moot point, because Veronica didn’t give him the chance. Her tongue probed between his lips, parting them and sending passion pouring into him like water down the throat of a drowning man. Only when he was full to the brim did she pull away, though even then her pout didn’t leave him, shifting instead to his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his collarbones.
Veronica’s kisses trailed downwards agonisingly slowly, the anticipation of what awaited once she reached her destination mounting until his entire body was tense with it. Upon reaching the crown of his abs her fingers hooked into waist of his boxers, and by the time she reached his navel his underwear was on the floor.
Then Veronica’s kisses found his cock and Pavlos felt his mind collapse.
For those first few seconds, Pavlos was just an empty vessel with his psyche reduced to so many shattered pieces littering his mind. He was distantly aware of the sensations that had smashed him apart – the wet seal of her lips around his shaft, the wetter coiling of her tongue, the delicate fingers wrapped around the base as she fed his head into her cheek – but they were as abstract as clouds viewed from the ocean depths.
Then those same clouds were smothering him. As quickly as it had fractured, his mind was forced into one piece again and the orgasmia hit him like a landslide. Pavlos knew he was not the one piecing things together – he was still too drained by his transformation for that. And since Veronica clearly had more pressing urges on her mind than rebuilding his psyche, he had to assume that it was the void itself intervening. Whatever this space was, it was clearly intent on drawing out every last shred of pleasure from its occupants.
But that didn’t stop the fractures threatening to reopen. As Veronica continued her suckling, slurping blowjob, Pavlos could feel his thoughts trying to buckle again. The net result was that he found himself in a state of limbo, locked between the natural need to crumble and the supernatural power preventing him from doing so.
Chest heaving and brow scrunched into deep furrows, Pavlos slowly pushed himself to his elbows. His already pounding heart quickened as his eyes fell to his fiancé-cum-fiancée.
At some point she had bundled her nightie around her midriff. In the darkness saturating the space between her torso and his spread legs he could feel her free hand moving as she groped her bare tits. From his vantage point he had a prime view of her perfect ass, her hips raised up to present the flawless golden arcs of her cheeks glowing softly under the light of the nearby lamp. The partial disrobing had also revealed a pair of tattoos he hadn’t noticed before: a short branch down her right side, and the German word for freedom, Freiheit, inked elegantly across her shoulder, complete with a symbolic butterfly just beneath.
Ever since their relationship began, Perri had never found herself wanting for more than Vander. But now Veronica had taken shape, Pavlos could not imagine ever craving any other lover but her. The way her stunning body rolled with each bob of her head, the way her moans vibrated down the curve of his cock, the way she seemed to fill the air with an aura of thick, intoxicating lust – everything about her was impossibly addictive, and Pavlos was perfectly willing for her to become his drug.
Pavlos wasn’t the only one succumbing to new addictions.
In their previous life, Vander had enjoyed satisfying Perri’s occasional dominant urges by going down on her strap-on, but this was an entirely different experience. Now Veronica could feel his pleasure in the twitch and throb of his manhood, could sense him straining to hold back his mounting orgasm so he might experience her gliding lips a little longer. The silky skin of his shaft brushing over her tongue was a thrill all its own, the shudders that coursed through his body when she rose up to lick and suck on the head equally exhilarating.
Never before had she thought it possible to both serve and control somebody all at once. Yet here she was, submission in every motion as she lavished her man with sensual oral attention, and in doing so she had reduced Pavlos to little more than a limp puppet just waiting for his strings to be manipulated.
It was as Veronica was deciding exactly how toy with those strings that the first vision appeared.
It took form in the void behind Pavlos’s head. The darkness parted silently, the new edges hazy and shifting. Through the resulting gap in reality Veronica could see a scene similar to their own: a young woman feeding hungrily on a hung stud, her black lips sliding up and down his white shaft in an insatiable rhythm. They were out on a balcony overlooking the dark city beneath, though in the bedroom beyond a buxom black beauty was surrounded by half a dozen adoring acolytes, one of whom she was hammering facedown into the bedsheets with a huge black strap-on.
As she watched, a handful of names drifted through Veronica’s mind. Harriet. Charles. Sarah. On this last one her thoughts snagged, an odd familiarity seeping through her. Then that name shifted to another and she suddenly understood exactly what she was looking at.
Spencer. The sultry beauty kneeling between Charles’s legs was a far cry from the man Vander once knew – not least on account of the goliath cock bulging in her throat – yet it was clear in her eyes she was relishing every second of her new reality. There was no echo of her former identity in Sarah’s impish expression, though deep down Veronica knew Spencer was still there. Hidden. Suppressed.
‘It’s done this to all of us,’ she realised, jerking Pavlos’s cock to keep him hard as she lifted her head.
As if in response half a dozen other visions formed in the emptiness. Lola and Mick in their brightly lit bedroom, his balls in her mouth as she jerked him off; Jade and Kate on the decking of Fantasy Manor’s cabin, locked in a ravenous sixty-nine under the setting sun; Adira treating Kristof to a slow, sensual blowjob. Each image involved at least one cock between hungry lips, like twisted mirrors of their own actions.
With his dick no longer sheathed in Veronica’s throat, Pavlos managed to stop his lids fluttering long enough to see the visions for the first time.
‘Are they…?’
‘Our friends,’ Veronica confirmed. ‘All transformed by the club. It looks like we’re not the first ones to change tonight, baby.’ As she spoke she took advantage of Pavlos’s distraction to slip off her nightie without him noticing. ‘I know seeing them like that should freak me out, but honestly, it just makes me even hornier. And you know what, babe, I think it’s time you helped me put that horniness to good use.’
Too late Pavlos detected the deviance in her final few words. Too late he noticed her straddling him, fleshy thighs clamped against his hips. And by the time these facts registered, Veronica was already sinking down onto his saliva-slick cock.
Now it was Veronica’s turn to have her collapsing mind rebuilt. The sensation of Pavlos’s dick delving between her folds was more than just physical, it was as if their very souls were binding into a single entity. In this void, in these bodies, even the tiniest sliver of lust seemed to burn hotter and brighter than Veronica’s most passionate memories of the real world, and with Pavlos inside her she was flooded with that searing heat.
For the first few seconds she could do nothing but hold herself there, hands planted on Pavlos’s broad chest and tits jiggling as her chest heaved. The pleasure was initially too intense to process and her breath came in ragged gasps as if she’d just plunged into icy water.
Pavlos looked similarly stunned. His hands had flown to her hips, but he neither tried to push her off nor pull her down. He simply held her tight as she descended slowly, relishing every contour of his inserting manhood until she finally reached the base. Her pussy lips kissed his crotch while the press of his legs against her ass squeezed the cheeks into plump cleavage.
Then, pushing herself higher so her arms squashed her tits together, Veronica started to ride her man. With her back arched and her elbows locked, she was able to roll her hips however she pleased while keeping her torso stable, an advantage she made full use of by providing Pavlos a devilishly enticing view of her jiggling bosom while simultaneously sending blinding ecstasy through his groin with each needy bounce. Her rhythm was brisk yet deliberate, each drop taking his full length before rising so high he almost slid free of her wet embrace. All the while he could do nothing but hold on, his eyes steadily glazing as his senses tried and failed to process the orgasmia overcoming his new body.
The visions shifted.
Again each scene mimicked their own circumstances. In a luxurious apartment, Skye rode Anton’s groin while Alina straddled his face, both women wearing masks of agonised arousal as they approached a united climax. In a jacuzzi overlooking a placid lake, Daisy clutched Jayden close as she bounced on his cock, whimpering and whining her way to orgasm while his muffled words of encouragement seeped up from between her tits where his face was buried. In front of a trio of cameras, Lulu followed her orders and twerked on the hefty strap-on now wrapped around Kiara’s hips, the nearby laptop alight with deviant comments urging her on.
It dawned on Veronica then that the void was even more mind-bending than she first thought. Because not only did their sordid surroundings exist outside of natural space, but she could see now they defied the laws of time as well. The visions floating in the darkness were not occurring in tandem with their own passion, instead they were scenes drawn from all across the night, brief clips of the depravity that had befallen their friends while they obliviously partied on. They were the club itself presenting Veronica and Pavlos with the truth of its creations like an artist unveiling their masterpiece.
But following this realisation came another, one that stirred Veronica’s arousal even more than the hedonistic fate of their guests.
If this place exists outside of time, then that means we can fuck like this forever. This pleasure never has to stop.
The enormity of the concept was enough to push her to the brink. Tossing back her head, Veronica moaned up at the ceiling lamp and the blackness beyond as she doubled then tripled her pace. Her orgasm roiled within her, straining at its last few bonds like a rabid hound fighting to snap its leash. She could feel it rising, rushing, roaring up from inside to consume everything, eclipsing all thought until–
Veronica let out a strangled scream as Pavlos abruptly dragged her down to the bed. The unexpected shift in position instantly snuffed out her climax, but the echoes of pleasure left behind throbbed through her core, prompting her muscles to tense and twitch as she was manhandled into a new position.
‘What are… you… doing?’ she panted, eyes closed and brows knitted together as she tried to regather her senses while Pavlos fed himself back inside her twinkling cunt.
He was behind her, his firm chest pressed into her back. Distracted by the disorientation, the reins of her arousal had whipped out of her grasp and as it rampaged unchecked through her insides she slumped against him, her elbows trembling beneath her.
When he spoke, Pavlos’s lips were so close to her ear they brushed against the skin. ‘Can’t you feel them, baby?’ he growled. ‘I can feel them all. All their pleasure and fantasies and horniness. It’s like their minds are all linked with mine. Holy fuck, it feels incredible.’
Veronica gasped as he tugged up one of her legs to spread her wider. Whatever he was feeling, it was acting like jet fuel for his stamina, his powerful hips now thrusting in a tireless rhythm that set Veronica’s thighs rippling, her tits bouncing, her hair swaying back and forth and back and forth like the endless swirl of wheat in the breeze. Each invasion drained a little more of the strength from her arms and she knew it wouldn’t be long before they gave way completely.
The slender beauty was about to ask Pavlos what he was talking about when the visions changed once again.
She was no longer surprised to find the occupants of the images echoing the position she and Pavlos were now tangled in. If anything it only turned her on all the more to watch as Eli drooled onto the bedsheets while Garrett took him from behind. As Eden drove a thick dildo into Dee’s quivering cunt while they lay on a luxurious padded sunbed, the tattooed slut whispering filthy words into her girl’s ear beneath the hypnotic Fantasy Resort sunset. As Manuel held Penny tight against his chest and plunged in relentlessly, her orgasmic wails only making Autumn masturbate all the more feverishly from a nearby armchair.
And as her eyes darted from one scene to another, Veronica no longer felt like she was watching. She felt like she was partaking.
Pavlos was no longer the only one with his cock buried in her sex. Manuel was fucking her too. And Eden. And Garrett. And all the other thrusting men and women visible through the tears in reality drifting all around her. It was as if she was an avatar for all their pleasure, a conduit through which their sensations passed before vanishing into the living ether surrounding them.
With the united ecstasy of the club’s other playthings flowing through her, Veronica’s arms finally gave way. Slumping down onto her back, a sensual sigh seeped from her lips as Pavlos continued to thrust and the swelling bliss of orgasm began to build once more.
‘You can feel them too, can’t you baby?’ Pavlos’s free hand settled in her silky hair, his thumb rising to caress her brow fondly. He slowed his pace, enabling her to feel every inch sliding steadily in and out.
Her eyes closed as she basked in the euphoria, Veronica nodded. ‘I… I don’t know how to process this. It’s too much.’
Veronica could hear the smile in Pavlos’s voice. ‘If that were true, I don’t think the club would have done this to us in the first place. It would have picked some other couple to invite and transform. But it didn’t. It picked us.’
Beset by a fresh wave of orgasmia, Veronica’s hand found his neck. Caressed it softly, savouring the blush of warmth his skin sent through her fingertips. ‘You really think that? You think it chose us?’
‘Not just us. Them too.’ She didn’t need to see him to know he was talking about their friends. ‘I think the club wanted each one of them here for one reason or another. For some of them I think it wanted to bring their desires to life – to give them what they’ve always wanted, even if they never quite realised it. For others I think it was about second chances. You can feel them all, same as me. Have any of them ever been happier than they are right now? Has Emily ever wanted anything more than to hug Scarlit and never let her go again? Has Kali ever experienced a hotter night than she is right now?’
Veronica knew both women were somewhere above her, their images embedded in the void, but she no longer needed to see them. Not when she could feel them instead.
Not when she could feel the bedsheets rubbing on Kali’s back; Troy’s thick cock stretching her folds and rearranging her insides, his perspiring skin hot and damp against her own; Eliza’s thighs clamped around her face, the taste of pussy nectar thick and intoxicating on her tongue as the gorgeous slut needily rocked her hips; the nymphomania burning through her insides making her writhe even in Troy’s iron grip.
Not when she could feel the weight of the strap-on around Emily’s waist; the soft raking of Scarlit’s nipples across her palms as she squeezed her lover’s tits, the gold shields tossed aside to allow for a proper groping; the sweat beading on her brow and trickling down her spine as she poured every ounce of erotic energy into proving her devotion to the sub she had foolishly forsaken; the determination to never let Scarlit feel unwanted ever again.
And not when she could feel Pavlos. His mind. His body. His soul.
‘Baby,’ she breathed. ‘I can feel you.’
That audible smile again. ‘I know,’ he breathed. ‘And I think from now on, you always will.’
If time even truly existed in the void, then Veronica lost track of it after that.
The connection to their friends was one thing, but finding herself so deeply linked to Pavlos was a sensation that filled her with a passionate energy she could not hope to contain. Not that she wanted to contain it, and so from that point on Veronica abandoned any lingering inhibitions and let desire take control.
Neither of them had any idea how long they spent in each position. It could have been seconds or hours or days – all options were equally as meaningless in the eternal lamplight. Each time they shifted to some new sordid entanglement the scenes in the darkness mirrored their movements, presenting them with an everchanging pornographic display, only in the place of models they watched their corrupted friends whose pleasures swirled out from the visions and flooded their bodies as they made raw, carnal lust on the bed.
And beneath it all there was the endless bond they now shared.
It wasn’t like mind-reading exactly. Veronica couldn’t tell when Pavlos was about to subject her to some fresh barrage of arousal, nor what fantasies filled his head when he looked on her groaning face. But she could feel his hunger for her, his burning need to satisfy her in every way possible – and his absolute, unyielding love.
Which means he can feel how much I love him too, she realised with delight as she found herself riding him reverse cowgirl. She was leaning back with her hands planted beside his shoulders, her hips bucking up and down while he supported her with one hand and toyed her engorged clit with the other. I guess Pavlos was right – the club really does want to give you what you’ve always wanted.
So far, their consistent switching of positions had held off Veronica’s second orgasm. But now the lust within her had passed a point of no return. Her plump tits bobbed as her breath came in shrill pants, the combination of fingers on her clit, cock in her cunt, and the empathic realisation that he too was on the brink finally pushing her over the edge.
Of course, it didn’t help that in this position Pavlos was routinely striking her G-spot – and thus all the women in the scenes around them were experiencing the exact same stimulation. Their united ecstasy burned through Veronica’s insides, greasing the tracks as the runaway cart of her orgasm made its final descent. For some reason she could feel Jia’s pleasure the strongest – perhaps because, as Veronica had come to realise through various visions, Joss was the most well-hung bull in the whole group – and it was with the raunchy redhead’s cockdumb delirium filling her mind that Veronica finally came.
Hard.
Veronica’s shriek ricocheted off the eddying blackness. Arcing her spine and tossing back her head she held herself in place as white-hot ecstasy showered her soul. Every muscle tightened, not least of which those in her sex which clamped tight around Pavlos’s rigid manhood as it bucked erratically within her. She felt his hot seed flooding her insides, heard his own deafening howl, noticed his strong hands clamp tight around her upper ribs to hold her aloft like a sacrificial lamb.
But Veronica’s mind was no longer simply processing her own orgasm.
In a tsunami of sensation, every climax from across the night roared through her consciousness. She was cumming in the club and the lake and the resort and the manor. As Penny in both the laundry room and Manuel’s bedroom; as Kiara riding Lulu’s strap-on and as Lulu bouncing on the same wicked toy; as Daisy and Eli and Jade despite sharing the privates of none of them. In that moment Veronica was a riverbed through which their hedonism roiled and crashed and swirled until she felt certain it would wash her away completely.
Yet even that was nothing compared to the devastating loop born from her connection with Pavlos. Like Veronica he had every orgasm of the night burning through him, all of which fed through into her via their powerful bond. Now Veronica had double the orgasmia assaulting her psyche, which in turn then bounced back into Pavlos. And over and over the cycle went, the pleasure reflecting back and forth exponentially until it was no longer possible to tell where Veronica ended and Pavlos began. They were a single howling entity blazing with the club’s corruptive carnality.
It was from this entity that a wave of invisible power tore into existence. Rushing through the air it momentarily filled the lamplit space. Then it plunged into the void like a diver into the ocean waves and was gone.
Veronica had no idea how long they rode that high together, only that when she regained her senses she was facedown in the sheets. Clearly she had collapsed there, and the frantic trembling of her limbs suggested she wouldn’t be moving anywhere for quite some time. Her heart hammered so hard she was sure her ribs would crack, and when she looked up she found the void was dark once more, the visions gone.
The bed shifted beneath her. Glancing back she found Pavlos looming over her. He was stroking his cock slowly, keeping it hard, and the smile on his face was equal parts adoration and mischief.
‘Well, babe, I think we might have just slammed the brakes on everybody else’s fun.’
Veronica nodded jerkily, the sensation of the magic wave bursting from her pores still fresh in her mind. ‘We… we called them in, didn’t we?’
Perhaps overloaded by the intensity of their climax, the connection to their friends was less vivid than before. Even so, Veronica could sense them leaving their various dens of sin and following the call she and Pavlos had summoned them with.
‘I think so,’ Pavlos agreed.
‘I guess that means we have to go meet them.’ Veronica tried to raise herself up onto all fours, only for her arms to crumple beneath her before she made it a few inches. ‘How… how are you not… like this?’ she said, peering up at her bride-cum-groom.
The scales of Pavlos’s smile tipped in favour of the mischief. ‘I thought that would be obvious. After all, I always did have more stamina than you – and it looks like some things never change. But just because one of us is a lightweight, doesn’t mean we have to call it quits just yet.’
Again the bed shifted, though this time there was more intent behind the movement. Without warning Veronica found her hips raised up, her knees spread wide, Pavlos’s hands on her ass and his cock nestling in her twinkling folds.
Veronica managed to find her voice before he could drive inside. ‘Wait. What about the others? We called them. We have to go meet them.’
But Pavlos just chuckled. ‘Maybe that orgasm scrambled your brains, but may I remind you time doesn’t really matter here. We could fuck for an eternity and still arrive before they’ve even stepped out of their rooms. Besides, do you see a door?’ He swung a hand in a horizontal arc to indicate the blank darkness, which remained devoid of any means of exit. ‘The way I see it, the club will decide when it wants us to leave, and until then we get to do what these bodies were made for: fuck like animals.’
‘I… I don’t know if I’m ready for that. It’s too much.’
His hand returning to Veronica’s rump, Pavlos’s voice was warm and comforting as a winter blanket. ‘Like I said before, the club chose you for this, beautiful. Nothing is too much for you now. That’s the old you talking, but this new you – this new us – can do anything. This is what you’ve always wanted, baby: for us to truly feel how much we love each other.’
Now the deviance edged back into his tone as his hands tightened on her ass. ‘The thing is, thanks to the club we can also feel how much we’re turning each other on, too. How desperately we want to fuck and fuck until we can’t remember who we are anymore. So no matter what you tell me, I know that right now you’re so needy for this cock it’s making your soul ache.’
Even if she wanted to, Veronica knew it was pointless trying to deny it. So instead she nodded, fighting down a slutty groan as she replied. ‘Yes, handsome. I need it. I need you to fill me until I’m gushing. Please, Pavlos, make me yours.’
An impish smirk warped Pavlos’s features. ‘With pleasure.’
Then he was thrusting again, his cock infusing Veronica’s limp body with fresh bliss. Soon his moans joined her own and they filled the space like smoke, thick and oppressive and cloying. Like a breeze through windchimes so their groans set off a symphony of others – the sounds of passion born of others whom the club had tempted into the void.
Though Veronica and Pavlos were not the first nor the last to make love there, in that timeless moment the void was their own little eternity. And with forever at their fingertips, there was no limit to the fetishes and fantasies they could explore together…
Thanks for reading!
Considering this is the final chapter and penultimate story of Club Fantasy, I’m surprised I don’t have more to say about it. However, in the end I’m so pleased with the way this one turned out that there really isn’t much to go into. Because while other chapters presented complications I had to work around to produce the final piece, this one flowed perfectly smoothly from start to finish. Veronica Leal was always intended to be the central model; I settled on the gallery almost straight away, the images for which directly inspired the idea of the void; even the story was basically fully formed from the jump with none of the plot changes that affected some earlier chapters.
Ultimately then I just want to say that I am extremely satisfied with this final chapter. Personally I think my favourite final chapter for a Fantasy Universe series might be the one from Fantasy Manor, however this one puts up some stiff competition and I would not be at all surprised if over time it eventually rises to the top spot. The images, the characters, the pacing, the story, the setting – everything just blends together perfectly for me, and I really hope my readers enjoy it as much as I do.
Just as a reminder though, this isn’t the last instalment of the series. Tomorrow I’ll be releasing the epilogue, which is actually the longest story of the lot, beating out chapter 13 by some margin. I’d probably say that the epilogues to these series are amongst the most entertaining stories to write because certain sections allow me to go truly wild with the smuttiness, and this one was no exception. So while it’s a long one I personally think it’s well worth a read, so if you’re interested in doing so make sure you come back this time tomorrow!
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