Where Pleasure and Infinity Meet:
(1911 A.D., The Pale Tower, Old Wonderland, the Realm of Ishrakie)
Alice's mind drifts uneasily upon the churning waves of her own heart tossed about by the darkened storms of her worries and fears of what may come and looming future possibilities. Her body floats dead-man style upon the warm surface of her bed-chamber bathing pool. The water of the pool is laced with special concoctions, and sacred herbery, the first of several preparatory steps to make her a suitable vessel for what is to come.
"It's time," Cheshire declares, bleeding like an eruption of luminescent purple blood from the floor that quickly condenses into his typical punky-dapper twisted-gentleman form he always seems to take on when presenting as human… Well, humanish. He is accompanied by Dorothy. Cheshire waves his hand towards Alice, causing her to become suddenly dry so they proceed with the next step of the ceremony. Like an ever-devoted older sister, Dorothy has taken it upon herself to play an active role in this ceremony so that she can be there and help Alice through it just like she has been doing with Alice's training.
"How are you feeling? Scared? Nervous?" Dorothy asks , pulling Alice into her arms.
"I'll admit this is a little less romantic than I thought my first time would be?" Alice muses awkwardly and nods her head. She nuzzles Dorothy's bosom in an effort to find comfort in the soothing sound of her heartbeat as the older girl strokes her golden locks. Dorothy's natural sweet aroma washes over Alice, causing gentle tingles to dance in her blood, a seed of longing for the older girl she has started to notice more and more throughout their training together.
"Hey, you can do this. The moment may not be perfect and may not be what you were expecting, but this is your first time, so this belongs to you. You love Ishrakie, right?" Dororthy presses as Alice nods.
"And she loves you, which makes the moment pretty damn special," Dorothy proceeds, lifting Alice's lips to hers and kissing her softly to help calm her nerves.
"Yes, you're right, the love Ishrakie and I have may not be what I was expecting. But it is powerful. This is a special moment, and it's mine. Thank you," Alice replies, her spirit and resolve fortified by Dorothy's words.
"You're going to do great and I'll be there the whole time," Dorothy continues, running her fingers lovingly down Alice's neck and across her breasts, drawing a gentle moan and heartfelt smile from Alice before stepping back so that Cheshire may lead them into the ceremonial chamber to begin the ritual.
"Well, there's our little guests of honour. I must ask you to take your place upon the altar so that we may begin," Queen Ozma muses jovially to Alice as she, Dorothy and Cheshire enter the Ceremonial Chamber. Dorothy guides Alice over to the grand shimmering altar of pale white glowing stone and flowing radiant silver runes. The older girl lifts her bridal style and lays the little blond softly onto the altar. Alice is not sure why but she loves the way the right side corner of Dorothy's lips always gives the most subtle of quivers every time she gets to hold Alice or see her in her natural ungarbed splendour.
"Hey, we're all so proud of you. You know that right?" Queen Ozma presses supportively to Alice as she kneels next to her for a moment and places a soft kiss on her forehead. Then she stands back up and nods for Dorothy to retrieve the sacred preparatory oils from the nearby sanctified vault. Alice nods with a half-hearted smile in response to the magnificent fairy queen beaming down at her.
"You're brave to accept all this and to keep pushing forward. We love you," Queen Ozma finishes, briefly stroking Alice's gilt hair. The doors to the Ceremonial Chamber open again as in walks Lord Ishrakie dressed in nothing by a gleaming silver circlet crown upon her head. She looks so frail… I should've done this sooner. I should've been braver and offered myself to her… Does she even have the strength to do it now? Alice thinks as she watches Ishrakie make her way to Alice's side.
"Alice, I must ask if you are sure about this. Once we start there is no going back. Once the process is started I will not be able to stop myself until it is over. I'm afraid I will no longer be myself as you know me once the sensation takes over," Ishrakie says. Alice nods as spasming clawing thoughts writhe in the back of her mind as she stares into the eyes of the withering goddess to whom she has become bound by love. What's this fear in her eyes? I have never seen this fear in her. Should I be worried? Will I be the death of her? I have to do my best to receive her child, though I'm not sure how one goes about 'doing their best' in such a queer and passive situation. But I can't let this all be in vain.
"I won't say I'm not scared, but I love you so much. You gave me life and you have been so wonderful to me… I promise I'm going to do my best," Alice answers, drawing a tender-hearted smile of love and pride from the Ishrakie.
"Now, Dorothy, remember you have to be thorough in the application of blessed oils to her flesh or she won't be properly sanctified," Queen Ozma insists, as she pantomimes rubbing Alice's inner thighs with a suggestive wink and laugh to her young brunette apprentice. Dorothy chokes awkwardly at Ozma being so naughty, causing Alice to giggle at the normally oh-so-forward Dorothy. She found it amusing to see her suddenly be caught sexually off-guard by her master's playful teasing.
"It's okay, Dorth, I know you've been wanting to touch my special places since you met me. You are way more forward than you should be and never as subtle as you may try to be. So just touch me however you need to for this ceremony to be performed right," Alice replies, jokingly poking the other girl's left nipple like a soft pink button..
"Wait, so you know I sniff your hair when we sleep together?" Dorothy giggles as she warms up the blessed oils in her hands while looking Alice over to decide the best place to start the application. "Okay, here we go!" she stares nervously, deciding it is best to just start at her feet and work her way up the blonde girl's body.
You know what? Yeah, this is scary but it's also supposed to feel good right? I mean, I love how it feels when Ishrakie touches me during our massages and baths. I love how it feels when Dorothy holds me close at night, so I am just going to lay back and do my best to get lost in the pleasure of it all, Alice thinks, letting herself get lost in the magnificent feeling of Dorothy's hands on her body.
"Try not to have too much fun touching me," Alice muses as the older girl oils her up until every inch of her pale supple skin is slick and burnished by the anointing. If she is being honest, the time the older lass spends working and massaging the oils into the flesh of her nether regions feels really really good and she could tell Dorothy was enjoying it also. She really is good with her fingers, she wasn't lying about that. After about twenty minutes or so, Dorothy finishes applying the oils with one final gentle caress over Alice's clit, catching her off guard and causing her to blurt out a little yelp as her cheeks flush and quivers of sudden pleasure dance through her.
"Just to help get you fully in the mood," Dorothy whispers blithely in the quivering Alice's ear with a vixen smirk.
"What's the blindfold for? Is it ceremonial as well?" Alice asks as Ishrakie approaches her holding some sort of glinting silver shawl and facial veil.
"Not exactly, but necessary," Ishrakie starts with a face of barely suppressed shame and self-loathing.
"What do you mean?" Alice asks, taking the goddess's hand in hers.
"I don't want you to see me during this… I don't want you to see what I become… Please… I only want you to see me as I am now… only remember me as I am now. Not as what I am cursed to be, but as who I chose to be," Ishrakie explains, her eyes conveying the emotional storm inside her at that moment. A storm that does not go unseen by the small golden-haired christ upon the sacrificial pedestal before her. Alice takes note of her master's wishes and nods in silent obedience, laying back on the altar with her legs spread open. She exhales, doing her best to relax, her privates exposed in offering with one leg dangling over each side of the great ornate slab on which she lay. Ishrakie whispers sacred words while she adorns the small Alice with the shawl and veil.
"It's time to begin,'' Queen Ozma declares as Ishrakie moves into her designated position for the ceremony not too far from Alice. Alice grabs hold of Dorothy's hand.
"Hold my hand?" pleads the small seed of fear inside Alice to Dorothy, who grasps the younger girl's hand firmly in hers.
"And I'll never let it go," Dorothy whispers as Queen Ozma moves into position just behind Ishrakie as the ceremony begins.
"I know you're scared, but it's time. If we delay any longer you won't have the strength to finish the impregnation. Trust me, I'm here and I'm going to help you do this," Ozma whispers reassuringly in Ishrakie's ear as she moves in close to Ishrakie until her bare bosom is pressed firmly against Ishrakie's back.
"Focus on what you need to do. I can help them with some of the more physical aspects," Ozma continues, giving a loving nibble on the pale goddess's ear as she reaches her hands around Iraskie's front and gently pulls open the doors to Ishrakie's sacred temple of fertility.
Without warning, an oozing mass of writhing tendrils burst forth from out of Ishrakie's womanhood. Her entire head and neck begin to melt and reform into a hissing mass of wriggling snake-like heads. Strangely undersized leathery bat-like wings erupt from between her shoulder blades as her arms morph into menacing crab-leg-like appendages. Horns jut violently out of her spine. Ishrakie's abdomen tears open horizontally turning into a massive snarling slobbering mouth filled with rows and rows of serrated teeth. A long slimy ovipositor sprouts and grows out of the once beautiful goddess's anus. The many snake heads scream and spew a foul putrid fog before churning and merging into one massive dragon-like head and neck. The whole of the multiverse seems to momentarily hold its breath in terror as Ishrakie finishes her disgusted twisted morphing into her true monstrous form.
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Alice grips Dorothy's hand even harder, startled, as the warm glowing stone of the altar on which she lays morphs and shifts, restraining her in place and rendering her even more helpless and unable to move. Fear and disgust worm through Alice's body at the vomitous sound of Ishrakie's wet slithering tendrils and dripping ovipositor. Relax… relax Alice… this scary and terrifying… but you can get through this. Squeeze Dorothy's hand… just squeeze it and remember Ishrakie as you know her… Think of her as she wants to be thought of.
Alice holds Dorothy's hand tight as she feels the slimy clammy touch of Ishrakie's many tendrils sliding and squeezing all over her breasts and stomach. Focus… focus… You'll get through this.
Lightning surges through Alice as the ovipositor aggressively buries itself deep inside her pussy. All her fears and disgust melt away as an unexpected sensation of immense sparking pleasure supernovas outward from her clit like the energy of a million suns, radiating soothing waves of blissful euphoria, unlike anything she has ever experienced. Her mind drifts through cosmic seas of a million worlds aloft the tingling surface of endless realities.
From out of churning stars and swirling galaxies takes shape the unimaginably beautiful form of Ishrakie as she wants to be seen,.. The form Alice knows… the form Alice loves. The young apprentice reaches out her arms lustfully towards the goddess longing to be one with her.
"Oh, my dear Alice. Let me show you what pleasure really means," Ishrakie muses as she crosses the vastness of the cosmos towards her beloved. The girl's eyes roll into the back of her head and her lip quivers with pure arousal as her creator goddess passionately worships the sanctuary of Alice's womanhood with her tongue.
"Sweet Alice, the taste of your rose is beyond exquisite," Ishrakie coos, using her masterful cunnilingus skill to overwhelm Alice's brain with crashing tide after crashing tide of pure orgasmic bliss.
The pale goddess rises from Alice's yoni and repositions herself so that she is gently kissing the entrance to the lass's vagina with the pulsating tip of her rather tentacle-like erection. The witch looks deep into Alice's eyes to confirm that she is ready. The golden-haired lass nods and smiles as she eagerly wraps her legs around Ishrakie's waist, pulling the goddess as deep into her as possible, sending powerful tremors of pure unadulterated ecstasy through the small girl's body. The two continue to make feverish passionate love with one another until at last, they both feel it… The coming climax.
"You're so beautiful like this," Ishrakie whispers into the screaming and moaning Alice's ear as she kicks it up a notch, determined to completely drive her apprentice over the edge to that special place where true pleasure and infinity meet.
Ishrakie and Alice both cry in orgasmic splendour. Dorothy watches, more than a little mortified, as Ishrakie's orgasm causes her ovipositor to deposit a large grotesque egg deep into Alice's womb, bringing the girl she has been longing for to climax as well. The multiverse swirls overhead, casting Alice's gaze into the eternal everywhere as her soul suddenly erupts outwards becoming, for the briefest moments, one with all of creation before collapsing back down into the grand singularity of herself. Their frenzied love-making leaves the altar on which Alice lays completely drenched and nearly pulverised.
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With the impregnation complete it seems like Alice is about to come back to reality and Ishrakie is about to withdraw her ovipositor and turn back into her preferred presentation of self something happens, the ever-present radiant lumination of the towers material flickers and storms.
"What was that? Why aren't they returning to normal" Dorothy asks, jostling Alice in an effort to wake her.
"Something's wrong. Someone's gaze has fallen on them," Queen Ozma utters, clearly disturbed.
"What do you mean?" Cheshire asks, rushing to her side and summoning a strange waist-high pillar bearing a glowing crystal orb. He places his hands on the orb in contemplation.
"I'm not detecting anything in the immediate network," Cheshire continues.
"NO! NO! NO! NOT HIM! ANYTHING BUT HIM! THE IMPREGNATION IS COMPLETED BUT WE NEED TO CUT THEIR CONNECTION NOW BEFORE HE FINDS US!" Ozma screams frantically, shoving Cheshire out of the way and accessing the orb herself.
"WHAT?! WHO?!" Dorothy asks, not sure how to help.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! WE NEED TO BREAK THEIR CONNECTION NOW!" Ozma replies as she rushes over to Ishrakie, ghosting her hands over the witch's monstrous twisted flesh form in an effort to psionically reach the goddess's mind.
"FUCK! I CAN'T REACH HER MIND! WE NEED TO BREAK THE CONNECTION ON ALICE'S END! DOROTHY KISS ALICE WHILE I DEAL WITH ISHRAKIE!" Ozma orders sternly.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? WHAT'S GOING ON?" Dorothy asks, confused and freaking out.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE, DOROTHY, KISS HER! WITH YOUR FULL HEART! A KISS OF LOVE CAN ANCHOR THE SOUL! IT MIGHT BREAK THE CONNECTION!" Ozma barks as the flickering storming glow of the tower builds and intensifies like the deep dark of doom drawing near. Horrific blood-curdling wails of agony erupt from Alice and Ishrakie as the two begin to thrash around violently. .
"HE'S ALMOST FOUND US! NOW! DOROTHY YOU HAVE TO DO IT NOW! OR WE'LL BE FUCKED!" Ozma bellows at her young apprentice.
Without another thought, Dorothy throws herself onto Alice, pulling the blonde girl into the deepest most passionate kiss of true love she can manage as Alice's thrashing arms bury her nails deep into Dorothy's flesh. Dorothy deepens the kiss, pushing past the pain as she dredges up every last ounce of love from her soul until at last, she feels it. A touch like gentle lightning between her and Alice. The lights of the tower return to normal as Ishrakie and Alice stop screaming and thrashing. Alice's tongue reciprocates Dorothy's kiss as her hands lovingly run themselves through Dorothy's brunette locks.
"Dorothy? Wha… Whey… What happened? It was so… I mean I felt. Oh, God… I feel so weak," Alice says, the two girls finally break their kiss and Ishrakie withdraws her ovipositor and shifts back into her preferred form.
"It's okay, it's okay now," Dorothy coos as she climbs off of Alice.
"Did it work? The impregnation, did it work?" Alice asks, looking back and forth between Ishrakie and Ozma.
"Yes, but there was a complication," Queen Ozma reports.
"Ishrakie, Cheshire we need to go talk about what happened. Dorothy, you should take Alice back to her room so she can rest," the fairy queen continues.
"Of course, right away. Come on," Dorothy replies, helping the tuckered-out and sweaty Alice down from the altar placing her arm supportively around her shoulder. Ozma claps her hands causing Ishrakie, Cheshire and her to suddenly vanish and leaving the two young girls alone. So without another word, Dorothy guides Alice back to their room for a nice restful skin-on-skin cuddle-nap.