Macro Monthly

By MomoMouse

Star Goddess Yukina – immortal and benevolent Empress of the Infinite Order, Tamer of the Outer Worlds, Living Will of the Galactic Everlight – delicately dabbed her lips with her napkin, placed her wine glass to the ornate table below, and silently endured the most intense orgasm she’d had in four hundred years. She could feel it surge across her starlight skin in waves, growing in power and intensity, flooding inside her like some voracious torrent. The very light she was built from was played with, teased, crashed about with gleeful and cruel abandon. 

Her fanged teeth ground in frustration as she looked about the lively diplomatic function for which she was the guest of honor. Terrible, terrible timing. If she was not in a state of complete and utter bliss, she would be quite infuriated.

What in the seven hells were they doing down there?

The climax lasted for a sustained forty-five seconds, testing even her composure as each rise built higher and filthier than the last, to a crushing, back-bending crescendo. Rallying centuries of consummate professionalism, Yukina nodded politely to the endless blathering of the avian diplomat beside her, the blaggard too self-absorbed to notice her crystalline jewelry twinkling as she tried and failed to keep her screaming body from shuddering from the blissful onslaught. 

She reached a shaking hand to pick up her glass, raising it for a sip, deftly stealing a glance at her nethers as tidal waves of wine crashed violently against the endless shores of her plush lips. Her vulva was fully visible – as always – behind a purely ornamental braxidsilk loincloth that clung by near-invisible strings around her obscene hips. She was absolutely soaking wet, as the mist about her lower lips made abundantly clear. She could see wisps of moisture flowing into clouds, weather systems, storms flickering with her light, rain battering against the inside of the cloth. A baser, animal part of her couldn’t help but savor the feeling of each droplet against her impossibly sensitive skin, as if a thousand, thousand tiny hands were obediently caressing every blessed mile of her cunt. She placed the glass back to the table with an unsteady clink-a-link!

Her frustration grew, feeling a burn of embarrassment utterly unbefitting her station. Shame? She was made to feel shame? Gods below, she’d all but forgotten what it felt like! It was almost a thrill to be at the mercy of such a dull emotion once more. When was the last time she was under the power of anything, from anyone?

The stellar deity did what she could to disperse the roil with her grinding thighs, with what capacity for movement she still had, until the bliss finally began to fade. Thank the Everlight. With a few measured words, she concluded the matter with the bird, picked up her glass, and stood, towering several heads above the largest of the species in attendance. She leveled a cold stare at the avian diplomat as their eyes widened for a moment at her state of arousal, their stare jumping to meet hers with horror, shock turning to a nervous, deferent smile and a prompt return to their meal. Wise.

Yukina held her gaze for a beat or two longer, letting them sweat it out, before turning toward the ornate balcony outside. A goddess did not deprive her people of radiant beauty, be it the majesty of a tamed galaxy or the wonder of her chosen, light-shaped body. They were hers, after all, and she was theirs. She would not hide a thing from them.

Her hips swayed with each step she took, loosing thundering clacks from heels that could envelop entire cities of lesser species. Not that she could see her feet. She glanced down at the rhythmic sway of her absurd cleavage, mountainous waves of breastmeat rippling across her fur with each impact, audibly sloshing to her ears as oceans of fat surged this way and that.

There was a slowness to her immensity, a building power with every titanic movement, winds whipping through bending forests of fur with every lift of the leg. She could feel an atmosphere squeeze between her foot and the floor as she brought her unfathomable weight down again. This was a scale of power few thought to dwell on, and fewer still were capable of noticing.

But she was different. The fragile and fleeting thing she had once been had toiled, and journeyed, and evolved into the stuff of stars. No other thinking being had ever achieved what she had, there at the galactic center, within that crucible of creation. She now could see what she sought, hear what she desired, feel in totality; there were few limits to her now.

This body was a construction, a piece of art she had molded from light, for convenience and the company of others. And oh, how loved to wield it, to dominate every room she stood within, to feel the awe of every available set of eyes upon her sinful curves, her pillowy ass, her godly proportions. Its beauty was for them as much as for her.

Ornate doors of carved obsidian slid silently open as she neared, her fur flowing like fields of wheat in the warm breeze of the Gaia-class world that hosted her seat of power. She quietly stepped away from the din of the event, to a removed corner of the palace garden, glancing about to confirm that she was alone.

Alone, in a manner of speaking.

With both hands, the silver immortal grasped the endlessly-jiggling bulk of her left breast, lifting it to her furrowed eye. With a thought, every infinitesimal strand of fur and invisible detail snapped sharply into focus, a world of her in infinite expanse, miles upon miles of perfection, host to a tiny heart-shaped pink jewel pierced through the powder-blue expanse of her notably rock-hard nipple. She could see them within the jewel, those presumptuous specks, tinkering away as always. Her eye scanned across the nude form of the lesser female, a bespeckled bookworm whose creamy physique was dotted with spots of machine grease and stardust. 

Humans.

The tiniest, most insignificant of all she had encountered in this vast galaxy, the humans and their Earth were quite literally brought under her heel in an afternoon. She had been surprised to find them rather the curiosity, sharing a fair number of similarities to her own species – similar frame, intellect, variability, sexual characteristics – just, infinitesimally weaker, smaller, as dust in a galaxy of titans. Useless in all ways but two: They were rather adorable, and they were clever. They invented things. They built incredibly tiny, incredibly interesting machines. That was rather rare, in her experience. That was valuable. That was new.

Yukina’s eye passed up and down the whelp’s body as the ape-thing dug around some crystalline conduit, ass up in the air. She was almost in awe at how unimpressive the creature was, how flat and slim and frail she presented, no feminine affectations to speak of save for her delicate skin and short stature. A mess of curly red hair and a patch on her pubic mound were all the color she seemed to have. Pathetic, even by the meager standards of humanity. It did not escape Yukina’s notice as she stared at her microscopic ass how unbelievably, disgracefully wet this sodding little mite was.

Discipline was in order.

“You dare subject your goddess to such pleasures without warning, you little harlot? Has your tiny mind been drowned dead by the seep of your tiny cunt?” With a flick of the jewel, the clamshell design popped open, dumping the speck and her equally-miniscule, equally-nude male and female companions upon the infinite expanse of her breast. Yukina savored the incredible sensation of feet and hands pressing deep into her hypersensitive skin, scrambling to find purchase, groping to regain their bearings. Divine.

She watched with mild bemusement as the male feverishly searched and delivered the oversized pair of glasses to the dazed lesser female, helping her to her feet, and sliding the metal-rimmed lenses over her circular ears. This was one of the many contraptions her people had devised to help them deal with the laughable hand the cosmos had dealt their kind: impossibly tiny, fleeting, slight of build, often near-sighted. A sort who existed to worship beings far greater than they.

The bespeckled germ blinked a few times, then drew her eyes skyward to gape dumbly at her goddess. Her bare legs wobbled, her heart quickened, her face awash with terror. This awestruck paralysis was a fairly common, if tedious, reaction from the humans. 

It was also rather cute.

“I-I-I-” She stammered, trying to work up the courage to directly address a living cosmic deity. “I didn’t wh- I’m sorry! I-I was adjusting the focusing array, like I mentioned earlier! It t-t-t-triggered a little… blip!”

“ ‘Blip?’ ” Yukina scowled. “You presume that I, your goddess, your beginning and end, listen to your pointless blathering?” She pinched the three of them between her expansive thumb and forefinger, bringing them closer to her glowering pupil. “You consider this a ‘blip’, speck?”

With scowl, the vulpine deity pinched her fingers, bolts of pink lightning dancing between the continental pads as they drew to a close around the three helpless humans. With an involuntary shudder of pleasure, Yukina manifested again the feeling that had overcome her moments ago, letting it flow through herself, and her underlings.

The bliss was just as bracing, just as overwhelming, just as magnificent as before. She steadied herself on a bench, sliding to a sit. 

This punishment was to be an indulgent one.

***

Apocalyptic, would be the word. The actual apocalypse was happening and it was happening specifically to Hale, and her friends, entirely because she hadn’t closed a regulator valve before triggering the stupid limit test.

Would her goddess actually crush them for this? Smoosh them three to pulp, wipe their guts under a chair like a wad of chewed-up gum? End of story? It would take less than nothing for a being of her unassailable, unimaginable, horrifying, awe-inspiring power.

Hale’s jaw fell open as she watched the infinite expanse of Yukina’s index pad rushing towards them. Clouds displaced in vast movements, winds whipped against her bare skin, bolts of incredible pink energy arcing between the two worlds as the sky itself fell upon them. It shook her bones with its power, it quaked the ground and it chattered her teeth. She had nobody to even pray to but the goddess whose thumb she now sat upon. ‘Terrifying’ did not scratch the surface.

Hale heard Welkin and Roe scream as the wall grew close, and in that moment, envied their ability to do or say anything, at all. All she could do was stare. Darkness fell, the worlds collided, she felt herself impact. Only the crack of pink lightning gave any indication she was not already dead. 

She felt herself flat between two pads, pink bolts coursing through the ground, through her fragile body, and into the other pad, now the sky above in totality. She had braced for pain, or death, but felt shuddering pleasure instead as the energy gripped and surged and played within her. 

The touch of Everlight. 

This remarkable energy made up whatever the Star Goddess actually was, some incredible force they barely understood from a well within the galactic core, against which all matter and energy seemed to bend in submission. One of the reasons the Tinker Team worked in the nude was that, simply, touching it like this, even by accident, was pure ecstasy. It took a lot of discipline to keep your head on the work, on the task at hand, and not on the flooded basement between your legs screaming for a good finger-fucking. It played with you, with you, in the strangest, most wonderful, most overpowering way.

There was a great rumbling across the ground, like the skies were coming apart again, but instead, ground moved forwards… while the sky moved backwards. She felt herself go into a roll, helplessly being wrung between two endless fingers like a cigarette. A very, very tiny cigarette. This continued until she found herself smothered against another body, then a third.

“Wh- Welkin?” Hale managed to squeak out as the sizable blonde aussie flattened against her, her head reaching his collarbone but face-to-face with the shorter, wider, more ornery woman in their crew. “Roe!”

“Ghk… sorry, lil’ mouse.” Welkin tried to pull himself out, or up, and all this did was press the three of them closer and tighter. Hale could see his trademark hyperventilation already kicking up, his chest pulling and out with increasingly frantic breaths. He got this way when he started to consider the unconsiderable nature of the living world they had worked under, on top of, within, for weeks now.

Roe gritted her teeth and glared at him. “Stop squirming! Just go limp! Your dumb ass is gonna get us killed!”

“What is she going to do with us?” Hale wailed, tears forming behind her glasses, “Are we going to die?!”

“Hale, hey! Hale?” Roe snapped her fingers a few times, bound as they were against her thighs. “Calm down, girl.” The afro-puffed taskmaster tried her best to hide the overwhelming terror present up and down her face. She had to keep it together for the team. “The Empress needs us. She wants the Prism to work. She’s just having a fucking tantrum.” 

Hale’s breathing calmed, slightly, as she met Roe’s eyes, feeling her hand wrap itself around her own and squeeze.

Roe mustered her best attempt at a reassuring smile and held it on the shivering scientist, “You’d think this is the first time her stuffy ass has gotten off, the way she talks about it.” She craned her neck up, and up, and up, catching the slightest hint of a glowing blue eye far beyond the countless expanse of fingerpad they were currently held to. “Surprised she doesn’t have us up in that pussy blowing out dust.”

Hale sputtered out a giggle at the thought, feeling the tears fade. Roe joined her for a fleeting moment of relief, Welkin soon to follow. There was something yet funnier about the feeling of three people laughing against each other, chest-to-chest-to-chest.

The sky-eye, and eternity above, narrowed.

Welkin chuckled, “Such a bloody hard-ass about a machine literally built for pleasure. It’s like getting mad at a vibrator for fuc-HAH HA!” His eyes screwed upwards into a look of sudden rapture, his body twitching for a moment as a bright flash of pink ran down his spine, his ass, his balls, his calves, plucking off of his feet like some kind of cosmic tongue had just licked him down. A deep blush formed across his face as the feeling passed, looking between his two teammates with horror. Below their feet, as if falling down a well, a single arc of pink lightning surged away at speed, far into the distance.

“Welkin.” Roe stared him directly in the eyes, which was quite hard not to do, this close together. Her voice was stone-serious. “What is that against my thigh?”

“I-I just, felt… a little uh… arc, of Everlight, run down my-”

“Because I know that can’t possibly be what I think it is.” Her teeth began to grind together. “Ain’t no way you’d be slapping that heinous thing against my bound-ass body.” She pushed her face closer, sneering at the sweating aussie, “…Right? Welk?”

“It’s not, I’m not! I swear! It’s… just my hand!” It was not his hand. Welkin tried and failed again to squirm, pushing the three of them yet tighter together as the continental pads continued their unrelenting pinch. He felt the squeeze of Hale’s soft skin and Roe’s toned body against his rapidly-growing member, all but enveloping it between them. For the sake of his friends, his colleagues, he tried to get his brain to somehow register this as bad, as a problem, as something he hadn’t pondered about constantly while working shoulder to shoulder with these capable, lovely, ass-nude women all month.

Hale audibly gasped at the feeling of Welkin’s overlarge cock dragging across her stomach for a hot second as he fumbled to try to get it off Roe. It stuck against her pubic mount for a few horrifying moments, her eyes bulging, her breathing increasing rapidly, before sliding back to the outside of her thigh again.

Roe’s eyes turned to look through the straining lenses of Hale’s glasses, currently pressed up against her cheek. “Hale, I must be feeling things, right? This…” Roe’s firm, toned thigh pulled upward, mashing Welkin’s straining erection between her thigh and Hale’s. “…can’t possibly be Welkin’s cock grinding against my fucking body, right?”

Hale’s face went a deep, dark red as she meekly brought her eyes to meet Welkin’s. He looked utterly aghast. “P-please don’t… don’t…”

As if in response, their prison tightened, eliciting a groan from all three. Welkin took a deep breath as Roe’s face was mashed into his chest. He held it, eyes forward, his body stiff, his cock trembling.

Roe raised her head to glare up into his, her voice muffled by his chest. “I am your boss. Do not, do not, ejaculate on me, you fuck.”

Welkin’s face twitched as he became acutely aware of Roe’s unfortunately amazing tits mashing into his stomach, one of her stiff, big-ass nipples sliding to pop into his belly button. In trying not to think about them, he thought about them a whole lot. He shook his head in the affirmative, looking anywhere but down, still holding his breath in a vain attempt to keep things from getting worse.

“I will actually murder you.”

Welkin gasped for air, glaring back. “Not helping, Roe!”

“How is that not help- DO NOT fucking bust on me, Welk!”

“I’m not! I won’t!”

A bolt of pink the size of a truck peeled down the narrow canyon above, tearing over and through the three of them and continuing on straight below. Hale and Roe cried out as bliss ripped across their bodies, every nerve firing with the same thundering, bracing, maximal orgasmic joy they’d accidentally subjected their goddess to.

“Aaaannnnh!” Roe and Hale convulsed, fully incapable of holding back feral moans of pleasure. An unbelievably intense orgasm took and held them, pumping them, milking climax after climax, like the lightning was trapped within them. Welkin bit back the pleasure as the pink light arced down his body, between the three bodies, gripping his cock and pulling away like an… electric eel was… yanked away from sucking him off? It notably did not flow within him, like it did his fairer friends. The Everlight was choosey with its playthings, as if the femme tasted better than the masc by its estimation, for reasons none of them were close to understanding.

He wasn’t… necessarily… envious of them, at this moment, but, he wasn’t not.

Roe cracked open a trembling eye, staring desperately at Welkin, as if he might have some means to stop any of it. He felt guilty, seeing her like this. The woman held complete control over her life, her work, her entire world. Here she had none. He, at least, had some semblance of his faculties, she was a drooling, howling dog in heat. 

Pink light flushed over Roe’s pleading face as another arcing bolt fell through them from their sadistic Star Goddess, this one the width of a house. They all seized as countless threads of electricity yanked and snapped away with the bolt.

“It- it- aaannhh!” Hale cried out, burying her mane of curly red hair into Welkin’s shoulder, shrieking reverie into his side, wrapping her body against her friends to milk them for more and more ecstasy. She felt Roe’s hand tighten around her own, loosing and gripping with each wave of pleasure, static pops of pink sparkling between their interlaced fingers. Between climaxes, she had just seconds before the next one coalesced and crushed her mind to paste once more, “It’s t-t-the b-b-blip!”

Welkin held his friends against his chest, doing what little he could to ‘comfort’ the howling animals as they writhed in an unending, uncontrolled rapture. He spoke, for lack of anything more useful, “Forty-five seconds, lil’ mouse… only way out is through.”

Roe’s fingers shakily rose to dig into Welkin’s shoulders, her stare not leaving his as she gritted her teeth, trying and failing to get an insult out between crushing climaxes. “N-n-no sh-shit-aaauunnn!!” Her cries were so, so very cute, Welkin couldn’t help but smile in spite of her obvious fury. This was a woman who had not let the scowl off her face since this mission had started, a woman who went to every effort to keep arms length from everyone, a woman determined not to let herself enjoy a fleeting second of the all-important Project Prism. She would not willingly taste comfort until the job was done, and they were home, toasting champagne with world leaders and admirals to the continued good standing of the human race in the horizon-spanning eyes of their indescribably powerful Galactic Empress.

She turned a deep, dark red at the sight of his bemusement. “D-don’t l-l-look you sm-m-mug bastar~ar~ardd!” Her expression strained futilely against an infinite well of joy, desperately trying to stay angry, or at least firm. 

God, she was stubborn.

Welkin took the message and tried to look away as she buried her face into his chest and pealed with another body-shuddering orgasm. He felt the cheek of her thick ass pumping against his right leg, Hale’s against his left leg, his cock being milked between their bodies, completely unintentionally in their thrashing.

He clenched his eyes tight, as if this would help, and pleaded. “Roe, please, please don-”

Roe shuddered as she came, hard, her mouth buried in his chest, her eyes closed tight. “S-shut the fucccaaaahhhnn!!”

He thought of baseball. He thought of grandma. He thought of Roe as he knew her at work: Distant, severe, unkind. Cruel even. Utterly uninterested in sex with anyone, ever, for any reason, especially him. 

Fuck. That was actually not helping.

***

Yukina felt herself well and truly drenched as she let the ecstasies of her captive specks flow into the well of her light. Her finger and thumb ground together, mashing their insignificant bodies, flooding them with the ‘blip’, milking them for the emotion and the fear response and the incandescent joy. She felt the rending of thought and the filling of body, the hunger that drove them to cry out again and again.

She hadn’t tasted vulnerability, powerlessness, helplessness, in so very long. To be taken by, pressed against, forced under. Under the right conditions, it really was a delicious thing indeed.

Her deep blue tongue crept out slightly as her energies coursed through the humans, tasting the essence of each. The mortified shame of the lesser female, her fear of being too loud, too seen, of taking too much, yet hungrier than any of them, taking in with such voracity, wanting with such passion. She could not help but cry out, to collapse to the feeling, to relent and let it take her without resistance.

And the greater female, goodness, what a flavorful morsel. Fierce, and spicy, and measured, equal parts reason and strength. For such a powerless fleck upon her thumb, this one wielded power like she breathed air. She spoke, people listened. To cry out, to show her bliss, to be seen so overwhelmed, she never gave this of herself in life. One had to earn it. One had to struggle for it. 

Was that a tinge of guilt the Star Goddess felt?

Her pink proxy of an arcing electrical tongue ran up and down the male once more, coiling for a moment around his trembling cock, drawing a bolt taught before snapping it away with a click of the tongue. There was such a delicious suffering with this one, certainly a touch too sour for the Everlight’s taste, but interesting to her palette. Confined by his betters to resist the bliss, to hold back, to deny release, as though his pleasure was an ugly, ogrish thing. Made to be a rutting beast under the leash, whose simple mind could not be relied upon not to simply behave. It was so wonderfully cruel. His lust burned for them, in equal measure to his restraint, and yet they set him to fight himself.

Well, she wasn’t quite the monster they seemed to regard her. All of her underlings should know pleasure, should know her mercy, her limitless bounty.

With a press of the finger and a crackling of sparks, she savored one last burst of joy before pulling apart her forefinger and thumb, looking down at the three, panting, sweating ape-things, covered in the flowing juices of each other. The male’s erection was desperately taut, twitching against cracks of pink light. Yukina could not help but chuckle. She drew her finger to her horizon-spanning lips, curved into the slightest of smiles, bringing the germs just shy of being pressed deep into her plush, drawn thoughtlessly to her tongue like droplets of water.

“Mmm… so you understand now, yes? Whatever mistakes you make, you will be made to endure them as well. You would do well to make sure they are as pleasant as this one was.”

All three shakily crawled to a kneeling position, then bowed, speaking in wavering, practiced unison. “Yes, kind goddess Yukina, we understand and love you.”

She rolled her eyes, an act so massive and at such proximity it was impossible not to see, feel, and hear, utterly. “Yes yes.” She moved her finger back to her nipple, turning their world sideways, dropping them onto her cushy tip, just beside the tiny jewel piercing they called the Prism. She grasped her breast from the underside and lifted it to look down upon them, a goddess waiting impatiently for her underlings to gather themselves.

 “You.” She thrust a claw at the greater female, who was visibly still enduring the aftershocks of the last orgasm. Doing an impressive job holding her composure despite.

“M… me?” Roe held her trembling hand against her sizable chest, holding a look of true and genuine shock.

“Yes. You.” Yukina smiled, gesturing to the male. “Suck this one dry. He will be of little use in the state he is in now.”

The female’s face fell in horror. Oh, how Yukina could feel the shame, the embarrassment, the excitement, all jumbled together. Delicious.

“I-I-I-” She swallowed, shakily turning to her subordinate, who held an equally aghast look. “O-of course! Of course I’ll do that!” She tried and failed to stand, losing use of her legs in the middle when a mischievous bolt of pink struck her to her knees, subjecting her to another devastating orgasm. She howled into the soft breast flesh below, unable to help herself.

The male scurried over, grasping her by her shoulders. Yukina could hear, of course, his every whispered word, even as he seemed to imagine she couldn’t.

***

“Oh my goddess, Roe, you don’t have to, I’ll just, I finish here, you can just lean against my thigh, alright? She can’t see.”

Roe’s glare returned and the climax dispersed, as her body and mind returned to her. “She’s a Star Goddess, you dipshit. She can see. She can hear.” Roe placed a hand on his thigh, digging in, pulling herself up. “Spread em.”

Welkin’s blush returned with a vengeance, his eyes looking everywhere but his fucking boss as he opened his cock to her, the member harder and more desperate than ever before. Goddess, he wanted this, but why why why did it have to be her?

Roe caught her breath, bringing her foot up from the keeling position to slap loudly against the warm, jiggling breastmeat below. Was she actually going to do what she thought she was going to do? Would that get them all killed? Maybe even doom her planet?

She lifted herself to a stand, taking in a deep breath. She turned her head slightly to look at the panting Hale at Welkin’s side. 

“Hale. We’re done with tests. Gonna need you to kick the machine on. And I’ll need the Lash.” Roe held a stone-serious stare on the gaping scientist as her glasses slipped to the front of her nose. “Now.”

She remained stunned for a weighted moment before her mouth slapped shut, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and scrambled to her feet. “Roe, we don’t know… we should ask her, explain to her what’s going to-”

Roe turned her gaze up, and up, and up, to the genuinely surprised expression of the continental woman that loomed across their sky. “She’ll get the idea.” Roe turned her stare back to Welkin’s cock, still twitching in anticipation before her. She could hear Hale pop open the hatch on the side of the house-sized Prism construct. Roe raised her voice a bit. “And close the regulator valve this time.”

“Y-yes! I will!” 

Whumph, the hatch closed. 

Within the minute, the Prism hummed to life, Everlight drawing from the ground that was their Star Goddess and coiling along the surface of the great crystalline, heart-shaped machine. 

Welkin’s expression fell. “Oh.”

Roe smiled down at him, gently prodding the base of his cock with her big toe. “Yeah.” She reached out her hands, catching a long, coiled, pink-tinged cable as it was tossed down from the hatch by Hale. Dropping the bulk of the cable roughly to the jiggling, sensitive floor below her, she looped a length of the Lash around the back of her neck, and stepped to loom over him. Her feet slapped against titmeat on either side of his thighs, her pussy on full display as she stared down at him from behind her tits. There was a very intimidating fullness of purpose to her, as if this was something she’d wanted to do for weeks.

“You ready?”

Welkin’s eyes rose to meet hers, an expression of true excitement on her face for the first time since he’d known her. She was into this. He brought his stare further up, beyond his boss’s sweat-slick form, to look upon the face of the Goddess across the sky, just behind Roe. Yukina held the same exact expression as Roe, synced with the thrill she radiated through the Prism, lapping it up, living it with her.

He swallowed, and nodded in the affirmative.

He felt the weight of the Lash cable on his shoulder as Roe flopped it over his head and around the back of his neck. She pulled the cord taught, bringing him sharply to his knees as pink light crackled along the length of it, across his skin, and through her body. Pain and pleasure danced through the three of them.

Roe raised her left foot and brought it down on Welkin’s collarbone, firmly but not unduly painfully, caressing his neck slightly with her toe as his eyes crept up, and up, to stare at her drenched pussy. “You’re such a dog, Welk.”

She wrapped the Lash around his neck again, forming a hold she could lean back against, as if holding a whip on him. Her foot trailed down his collar, his pec, pressing in on his nipple and dragging harder along his belly. The world rumbled as it moaned beneath them, above them, all around them, their Goddess feeling every touch, every pine of anticipation, every greedy thought either of them fired out. 

Roe had been right. Earth wasn’t doomed. The Goddess loved this shit. 

She shifted to lean on her right leg, just perfectly in time to resist the ground-shuddering impact of Yukina’s fingers against the side of the island-scale nipple they stood upon. Miles upon miles of her pressed and pulled and tortured the hypersensitive skin, sending gentle waves of flesh around them, followed by dancing arcs of pink. She could hear the twinkling of sparks fading outwards, along the absurd expanse of her breast, from the impact point of each twist and pinch of she loosed upon herself.

Roe continued to draw her toe along the blonde patch of Welkin’s pubic mound, feeling a wash of bliss of Yukina’s titplay. The Empress was… sharing the feeling, with them. They were sharing it all together.

Progress.

With a swift kick, Roe dug her heel into the base of Welk’s dick, grinding the hungry thing beneath her. The aussie cried out, letting himself wither in front of his boss and his goddess, feeling the pain blind and then fade into the grinding pleasure of his struggling cock. Their world shuddered with a cry of joy from the heavens above, followed by another mash of mountainous clawed fingers into trembling nipple flesh.

Roe buckled at the feeling, failing to hold in a cry of pleasure as it fired through her. She held half-lidded, shuddering eyes on the now-smiling Welk, pursing her lips and pulling back on the Lash to bury Welk’s face into her honey-soaked cunt. Her hand pressed the handle of the lash against the back of his blonde head, letting the pink dance up his hair to tease at the underside of her tits. Welk began to work at her pussy with a hunger, now fully kneeling, his hands gently running up and down her meaty thighs.

He felt Roe’s toes spread to run up and down his cock with the space between her big toe and the next. Even stretched, it did not make it halfway around his girth, but it was heavenly all the same. 

“Yes… oh… gods below… yes…” Yukina’s words were quiet, breathy, private, and heard by the infinitesimal three at stadium volume. Any doubts Roe might’ve had that the Prism was working correctly were dismissed then and there. She was giving a footjob to the Empress of the Known Universe. Welkin was eating out the Living Will of the Galactic Everlight. They were seeming further and further from becoming dead meat with every stroke, every lick, every breathless moan.

Distant, crashing sounds of continental sloshing echoed across the gulf, knocking the returning Hale flat on her stomach and her glasses to the plush ground. As she scrambled to grab them and slide them back over her eyes, she could see with crystal clarity Yukina’s right hand meeting her right breast, countless miles distant, mashing pads twinkling with pink flashes against the tender flesh. The impact sent slow, lumbering waves of breastmeat in all directions, like a meteor had impacted a sea, each wave followed closely by a trail of shimmering pink sparks.

Hale looked to her right, then to her friends, hopelessly absorbed in their bizarre three-way, and reached into herself, peeking just over a bulge of godtitty. So. Very. Warm. A rhythmic schlick shlick schlick was all but silent in the howl of pleasure below, known only to her, and… well… she supposed… her goddess?

Somehow, that made it a whole lot more hot. Jilling off a Star Goddess certainly couldn’t hurt their chances.

Roe groaned as she neared another climax, feeling the pink arcs increasing with brightness and strength around her. She looked down with satisfaction as her subordinate dug deep into her cunt, feeling sparks of bliss dotting each press of the tongue, each push of the lips against her. Her footjob built to a fever pitch, lightly stomping his balls with the flat of her foot with every downstroke. Goddess, she loved her job sometimes.

“HmmmMmmm~” Yukina’s moan fell around them with the force of a hurricane, her warm breath, her magic-soaked essence falling upon them. They felt the ground shift as she coveted this precious little space upon her bosom, this infinitesimal speck that had impossibly become the most real thing she’d felt in decades.

She was ready, and so were they.

Roe, Welkin, and Hale saw their world go suddenly quite dark as a monolithic finger the size of a skyscraper lifted above them, dragging the nipple they stood on with it, and curled, eclipsing all they could see in a horribly familiar darkness. Bolts of pink arced from the new sky of fingerpad, dragging erratic paths along the uneven texture of nipple. They could only stop and gawk as the finger curled, and curled, the bolts increasing, the air becoming electric, and their world flattening under a sustained burst of Everlight.

They could feel her orgasm tear through their bodies, through their minds, as if a nebula was exploding around them. It was beyond joy. The three found themselves quite thoroughly obliterated at an atomic level, cast apart in every way that mattered, feeling nothing of a body remaining. 

They grasped at each other in mind, clinging close, holding their three beings together once again, as they had when pinched between Yukina’s fingers. They understood quite immediately and quite completely the nature of their goddess, her humble beginnings, her nonexistent ends. Her isolation, her loneliness. 

How she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt someone’s touch like this.

***

Forty-five seconds, Yukina decided, would be a fitting amount of time to hold them three within her light. Forty-five seconds of pure certainty, pure warmth, pure safety and pure bliss. Forty-five seconds in which she remembered what it was like to be not herself, for once, to allow another in, to allow them to delight and surprise her.

Perhaps they might be the first to understand her, if even a little bit. Perhaps she’d grown a bit distant from them all, as vast and alien and unapproachable as she’d become. Perhaps that should change.

Humans.

Rather adorable, rather clever. 

Yukina smiled, holding a single finger before her twinkling eye, beginning to coalesce their bodies back to existence from the wandering wisps she felt within. She had hoped, but hadn’t expected, the humans might surprise her with this little trinket of theirs. 

How very right she’d been.