As he parted her labia he felt the female anatomy squeeze and quiver around him. True to her word, she had very accurately portrayed the inside of a woman. He could see his cock, blue and wavy through her abdomen, but he felt sticky labia minora pass around him, muscles tugging and quivering in reluctant acceptance, and finally the tip of his cock pressed against a cervix he knew was not there.

Siona arched her back in graceful tension, her eyes shut tight and her clenched teeth bared as he penetrated her completely. When he reached the end she convulsed and squealed again through her nose, then began to gasp.

“How does it feel? How do I feel? Am I good? Am I like a human girl?” she asked, half delirious.

“You don’t-“ an involuntary gasp broke him mid-thought “have to ask, you already know.”

“I need to hear you say it!” She moaned and began grinding against him.

“Yes, everything” Ty clamped his mouth shut reflexively, his toes curled, “you feel more real than any girl I’ve ever touched. You always do.”

Siona let out a gasping sound, as though relieved of some tremendous concern, and bent down unnaturally to nibble at his neck, her hair falling down his chest and back. She bore down with her hips and rocked Ty furiously inside her, determined to bring their sex to a spectacular conclusion. Liquid seeped and swelled from her vagina, its labia parted to swallow Ty’s cock, causing obscene sucking and smacking sounds as she skewered herself onto him her over and over.

Siona squealed again, like an excited schoolgirl, only this time with her whole body. She began to melt around Ty like an exotic frozen treat. Ty released her rounded bum, which had begun to ooze around his fingers, and gripped her by the waist to pull her down onto him, his thumbs meeting at her elegantly diamond-shaped navel.

Ty pressed his face into her breast again. His face sank abruptly into it, her flesh clinging to his nose and chin, the sapphire nipple trembling in his mouth. Siona writhed with pleasure that no squeal could express and came onto Ty. He felt her clamp down on him like a vice, a bubbling stream of Ballenta fluids streaming down his perineum and pooling under his ass.

Ty reached his own orgasm and, in involuntary animal passion, pulled her hard down onto him. Her dissolving legs parted around his waist and when he came at last, gasping, toes crackling from being curled painfully, he saw the pearl of his semen gush from the tip of his cock just above her cute belly button before it was whisked away.

The two collapsed together. At some point their sunbeam had gone dark and changed itself for a moonbeam. Siona lay on top of Ty, still split around his waist. She spoke in between breathless panting, “I couldn’t… stay human… for you.”

“Shh,” Ty consoled her, “I don’t want you human, I want you to be you.” Siona looked at him with a worried expression, but smiled.

“If we keep stopping to fuck, we’ll never get to the temple.” She mused, seeming to change the subject.

Ty looked up at the night sky above them. He was exhausted, but not sleepy. He kissed her on the nose. “We can go now. I’m anxious to get back. Not that you don’t provide everything I could possibly need, of course, I just want to show you off.” He brushed aside one of her long, errant bangs.

Siona looked dreamily into Ty’s eyes for a moment, then got up and stretched, assuming proper female form once again. “We’ll walk side by side. If I have to stare at your butt we’ll only get a few feet, and I think you’ve already proved yourself a threat.” She poked him in the center of his new scar.

The two gathered Ty’s things and left.

If Ty had turned around for a final glance as he had the last time he exited a control shaft such as this one, he might have glimpsed a clear fluid dripping down from one of the darkened shafts that emptied into the room’s ceiling. The fluid was human tears, but they were not shed by any human.

The dark shaft bent backwards at a sharp angle, providing a makeshift perch upon which a solid black form sat, balancing unnaturally. It was in a human form, but its skin shifted and moved as though it were a trap filled to bursting with small, live animals. The tears bled from a grisly crack in the center of its abdomen.

It had no eyes, but it had been watching the lovers. If Ty had turned back for a last glance, he might have grown suspicious that only one of the shafts was cast in uneasy and absolute darkness. He might have averted the tragedy to come. Instead, the two locked elbows playfully, laced their fingers, and headed toward Sionas temple.