Just relaxing in a nice, warm hospital room watching crappy network television news is really enough to make me almost feel normal. To be honest I'm not entirely sure I like it, but I don't trust my mind to tell me what I like. This must be some sort of lingering programming.
The cute reporter - whose new since I stopped watching - is rattling on about all the super related news. In a city like Midas, there's a lot of that to hear. Not a lot of it is especially nice to hear, but it pays to stay informed. Most of it surprizingly enough is actually boring. The Silver Sentry has been helpful and sweet as ever, the Blue Fox is still a fox…
"And later tonight in super related news, Twenty Questions with a relative new comer on the scene, Psyche!" Psyche. As soon as I hear the name, my cheeks turn red. I've never really been all that shy about my sexuality. I never needed anyone to mess with my head to make me like women, but Psyche had been… repressed.
Either way, she sure was one hell of a kisser!
The news keeps blabbering on about this and that - nothing I could really care about - so I just keep on drinking and watch. It's a very nice taste, so sweet and so energetic, yet not too watery. It's impossible for me not to want it to taste a little bit grape, but that doesn't make it so.
In the corner of the screen the station identifier, a translucent sun composed of a circle with solid beams, keeps catching my eye. There's just enough of a yellow color to it that I can tell it's… rotating? It seems a silly thing to worry about, so I just look back up to the rest of the screen and take another long drink of whatever this wonderful elixir is. I'll definitely be needing to get myself a case if I'm going to be stuck living my own life, buying my own food, and doing my own laundry. That was one nice thing about living with The Lady. I was taken care of…
In the center of the screen two beautiful, identical women are jogging along, chewing gum. This commercial always used to be one of my favorites as a little girl though it took a while for me to figure out why. A montage of busty twins that isn't over stated is always a nice way to be welcomed back to the world of the more mundane. Of course, it's not as if not being an agent of Chronos will make me normal, but normaler.
For some reason though, I just can't seem to keep my eyes on the women. They're beautiful as ever, a newer set than the set from my childhood but still just as pretty, but there's something far more interesting on that screen. My eyes are again drawn to that sun that almost seems to be hovering in the corner.
I haven't watched a lot of TV in awhile, but it still seems odd for the station's insignia to be so eye catching during the commercials. It seems like a pretty selfish thing to do. The almost orb keeps slowly spinning, glistening, shining in that golden way. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like the rays branching out from the sun are starting to spin, too.
Maybe it's the drink, or maybe it's the weird sun, but I'm starting to feel just a little bit dizzy. It's not necessarily unpleasant - though it is - it's more disorienting. It's like tunnel vision, but I can see there are things going on, I just can't focus on it. Something about that is frightening, but I can't remember why.
The screen goes black, except for the sun, and then another commercial continues on behind the sun. It's the same exact commercial again. That seems strange, but I've seen worse. At least it means I have a reason to not be interested in the commercial.
I blink my eyes rapidly and the tunnel vision goes away, but something feels weighted in my pupils, and my drink is almost empty. With a shrug I finish off the rest of the stuff and sigh at the refreshing feeling of it coating my throat on it's way down. That same gum commercial is still running. Is it really that long of a commercial? Did they have a billion dollars to spend on advertisements? Neither sounds reasonable…
The commercial ends, and it's back to the news. Instead of real news though, I can hear that it's all fluff. I'm not interested in listening to, or watching, fluff… So I let my eyes wander back to the sun in the corner. Long and wide the rays of that radiant sun are definitely spinning, twisting…
A part of me is reminding me of something very important. I don't know what it is but there's a nagging in my gut that's screaming. Maybe it's just something telling me I shouldn't have downed the drink so quickly.
My hands caress idly over the cup as I stare at the sun with it's rotating orb and twirling rays. Somehow it feels invigorating to watch. My eyes are only getting wider the longer I stare, and it feels nicely warming to watch a sun for so long. It's as if that sun is actually real… But that's silly. There's no way that it could possibly be getting warmer in here. There is a strange scent in the air, but that isn't anything like warmth.
It is a nice smell though. With a smile I deeply inhale and let the scent pour its way deep inside of me through my nose. It feels so warm. Maybe I was wrong, maybe warmth can have a scent.
The scent is familiar though, and it makes me blush when I finally realize what it is. It's definitely me. Or more precisely, me feeling very turned on.
I don't feel aroused though… I just feel warm. When I try to think more about if I'm actually feeling aroused I take another deep inhale and keep watching that sun, and that doesn't seem so important. Maybe I am a little bit frisky. After all, Jade should be back soon and I'd just love to find my way under that green uniform to rub and kiss and grind against that beautiful flesh of hers. Inhaling makes the images in my head much more vivid, so I keep inhaling and watching the pretty sun.
My eyes almost hurt with how wide they feel, but it's not as if they're unnaturally wide. Lately I've just been especially melted I guess. That means my eyes have been closer to closed so I'm just not used to this. I haven't closed my eyes or even blinked, but that really doesn't feel important…
"Mmmm… Now if I could just order a masseuse, or room service… I'd be set…" Or if Jade were here, thighs parted inches away from my lips. That was one fun thing about having a traditional relationship that I missed - a lazy Sunday where I could just lap and lap at my lover for hours while she watched bad television or just a movie and I got to lose myself in her wonderful taste.
It had happened on the other six days of the week too, but something about Sundays being sacred to some makes being sinful on those days all the more delicious. I would love to be like that with Jade. It'll never, ever happen, but the thought of waking up just to spend a day lost in her folds, just tasting her with the occasional spark to make it feel that much better…
Had The Lady and I had a relationship? We'd had sex, and sometimes she treated me as a lover. With each inhale I pretend that the growing scent of my own lust is Her's. She had such a distinct taste, not too tangy, just perfectly right to latch on to and worship… .
Some of The Lady's lust and more of that purple drink would really, really hit the spot.
Beyond my fantasies the sun and those little rays keep twirling, but it all seems more like background to my other thoughts. Maybe that's how I would get Jade. The sun never blinds me… I could have her blinded with a glance, step behind her, reach one hand down to spark between those taut thighs, one hand up to cup her breast and spark her nipple as tenderly as I could. She'd love it, and maybe she'd even love me once we were done, it would be… pure heat.
The door opens, and someone… or someones… walk in, but I really don't care. On the screen the sun is moving, and here, I'm soaking and absolutely loving it. It feels like pure melting bliss to inhale that warm hot scent and stare mesmerized at the screen. That might have been what I was worried about earlier, but now, it's just hot.
Now, I just want so much more.
"Haven't seen you in awhile cutie…" Hands - gloved hands - start to knead and massage at my shoulders. Holding back the groan would just be silly, so I melt into the touch as I keep breathing deeper and staring at the sun. "Lucky for you my shoulder feels a lot better or this massage would be very lopsided!"
"Shh, sis. Don't want to be rousing the little cutie out of this yet…" Those two voices sound so familiar, and they sound hot. I can just imagine these hands reaching down and grabbing my breasts, playing with my nipples as they turn harder than the diamonds they already are… I'm vulnerable and helpless, and I've never felt more sizzling than I do right now. The feeling grows with each inhale, but there's still been nothing better.
The hands massage up and over my neck. She must be standing beside me because there's just a wall behind me, but I don't want to crane my neck and look. I just want to stare. I just want to stare at that captivating sun… sun so hot, melting resistance and worry away…
What a silly thought, huh? It almost feels like there's a voice, or something, caressing my head… but I'm not resisting or worrying about anything. Everything feels great! That little voice that was screaming about being trapped in the sun is way too far gone to actually make any audible complaints. It wants us to get fucked right now, too. That would be just so perfect. Maybe to get fucked by that hot doctor with the blonde hair…
"Easy, Whisp. We don't want anything to go wrong…" Whisp? That's a really silly name to call someone, a really, really silly name… but I can ignore that well enough. It's not hot. not hot like the sun that's melting me or the smell that's burning into my core and making my clit throb like it's the center of the world.
A laugh, a very soft, very quiet laugh flows over the air and makes me shudder and inhale deeper. It's a pretty voice, sounding so young but still so… hot. "Glim, look at her. The doc's drink and your sun did the trick, relax or I'll make you. You just keep up the sun, and I'll throw in a little touch here and there…"
"Mmm, while my hands get tired…" Four voices laugh, four very very beautiful voices laugh as those fingers keep massaging, lower after awhile, arms helping me sit up so that those feminine fingers can work away all of the knots in my back as the sun melts away all of the knots in my mind. "Not that the three of you would care. I hope the doctor gets here soon, it's hard not to just pounce her right now. Look at those dopey silver eyes… We could probably auction her off just like this!"
Auction…? Something about the word is very very bad and for a second I want to resist, but then it just melts so far away. For a moment the second voice purrs and then giggles, and a finger wet with what I think is sweat rubs above my upper lip, just under my nose. When I inhale again, the amount of heat is enough to almost make me scream as my sex spasms and gushes. "Oh, I think she likes it… I know I'd buy her…"
"Oh please, like any of us could afford her…" The soft whispery voice speaks again, and it sounds very, very disappointed. Moan, because moaning makes you hot, because moaning makes you feel like a hot little toy… because you are a hot little toy…
I moan, loudly as I can and scream, back arching at the feeling of it. It feels so good to moan, and just be a pretty little toy! It feels so goddess damned hot! My whole body feels warm, like it's pulsing with sexual heat, with sexual energy… It's never felt so alive, so perfect, so absolutely desperately needy to just cum and cum and cum until there's nothing left to cum.
But toys don't beg to be fucked, or else I would be. Begging like my life depended on it, for a lick, or for something to lick… either would be pure ambrosia. I just need sex. Sex, heat, lust… "Whoa… She would be worth the ridiculous price… Hey, wanna bet she's silver everywhere? I'm betting she even drips silver."
"I'd be disappointed if she didn't." The hands massaging me slowly stop. It makes me want to whimper, but I feel too hot to whimper. I do moan though, and it causes me to shudder and arch up hard before falling back flat. "I bet she tastes silver…"
"A shame we can't sample the merchandise, but… Silver?" That second voice again… with a groan I let myself shudder out a nod that quivers through my whole body. "Remember when you came on the roof? Thinking of all of the times you'd ever came? Well this time, I want you to just concentrate on that one time on the roof, when your body felt hotter than it ever had before this. Just focus on that…"
All of my thoughts focus on that one perfect sizzling hot absolutely divine moment. Aura… that voice is Aura! Some part of me would have worried, but now it just makes me hot. Toys obey, so I think about that rooftop, about my hands between my legs and her whispering all those hot things…
Moaning louder than I ever have before I feel my voice break as my pussy clenches tight as every muscle in my body. It feels so good! It doesn't stop, it just keeps getting better and better and better!
Like a broken moan, I can't rise any higher, and the whole world goes blank with the scent of my release and the sweat of satisfaction.