Absorption on Jessica’s pubis
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
sinkingsoftly
Jessica pulls back her waistband, exposing the open air to you again. It’s cold, too cold. Where you see her, peering down into her panties, into her pink bikini bottoms, she glows with radiance that befits a goddess. She’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, a radiant beacon, and her now-pacifying smile, not cruel, not mocking, sets you at total ease. You yearn for her, and the best way to have her, to be with her, is the plush flesh mound you hump so needily against.
The smooth flesh calls to you, awakening a deep hunger from your very heart, your instincts, your primal brain. You want into that smoothness, you can sense the churning activity of her womb within her and want in. You nuzzle at her pubis pathetically, whining, begging for her acceptance.
"Mmmh." she purred, "Now he’s all ready. Come here. Come inside Goddess Jess."
She reached into her panty with two fingers and manipulated your position gently, playing at you, extracting moans and coos that made her giggle at your submission. Her skin pulsated with comfy warmth.
She turns your head slightly with a delicate fingernail, and pushes your whole naked form into her nether region. You drag a breath into your lungs, one utterly corrupt with her scents, plum and peach, peach and plum, soft, ripe fruits. She is soft and ripe too. Like plums, like peaches. Savoring that breath, you began to fuse. "Good little man," she praises your total subservience.
“Now..."
You feel it. You feel her, her will, her life, her magic, flow down through the points of contact, the bare skin connecting you to her. Hands, knees, face, penis. All feel the slight tingle, the symbiosis, the beginnings of a powerful mind at work to enslave your own. You feel, rather than see, Goddess Jess’s satisfied smile. You sense, rather than hear, the snap of the waistband.
“Don’t fight this.”
Her voice is right in your ears, in your head. You’re confused. You try to pull away.
“No. Don’t fight. Just… relax. You can relax now, and become part of my body. You can belong to me now, accessory. You don’t have to be you anymore. What better than to be a little part of your goddess?”
You return to clutching at her pubis, convinced by her kind words and sugar sweet tone. Plums. Peaches. You rub your face up and down on her. All the facts begin to trickle away. Your name, your life. Plums. Peaches. Her warmth. Plums. Being buried in her. Peaches. Humping her.
Plums.
A deep yearning to be even closer.
Peaches.
A need to vanish within a goddess.
Plums.
Desire.
Peaches.
Need.
You rut. You fuck, you hump. You don’t even think about the actions anymore. They’re all automatic. You’re automatic. You’re just a thing. A little thing. No name. No thoughts.
Just the smells of plums and peaches, and the pubis of a goddess-in-waiting.
You hear a woman’s voice. It’s not Jessica’s, so it makes no sense. She replies. You understand that.
“Finders keepers.”
She’s right. She can keep you. She can have you.
Another sentence.
“Haha! Should have thought of that before you gave him to me!”
A pat on your back from a single finger.
“Look at how desperate he is! He wants mommy… he wants a goddess. He won’t want you, Kate. He won’t want Sarah. He won’t want anyone else, but—“
Plums.
Peaches.
“—Goddess—“
Plums.
Peaches.
“—Jess.”
Plums.
Peaches.
“Look at him, Kate. Let me give you a better view…”
Something changes. You don’t care.
Jessica pulls off her bikini bottom, showing you’re now sticking to her body. Kate gasps. Jessica laughs. “He’s going to be a part of me…”
You’re going to be a part of her.
“My sweetest accessory.”
“What’s gonna happen to him?” Kate asked Jessica. You didn’t understand.
“He’ll be… nurtured… and slowly his consciousness will just… fade away, into my own. We’ll be one. A goddess and her supplicant, forever intertwined.”
Kate moaned. “God, it’s so hot…”Jessica patted her head. Kate was on her knees, staring right at the Goddess’s ritual, right at her crotch. “Ohmigod… pleaseee, Jess, swallow up that lil perv…”
“He’s mine,” she taunted, swaying her hips. You don’t come unstuck.
Your skin was changing tone very slightly, to match hers. The contact points were indistinct, indistinguishable.
“Is that what you want?” She says a name, but it might not be yours. Or it might be. “You wanna be swallowed up?” She put her hands behind her head as if to mock you, putting so little into your consumption. “I can hear your little weak thoughts, you know.”
You didn’t even know you had those anymore.
“Guess what? It’s going to happen. Your fantasies. Your dreams. Your desires. They’re all coming true, right now.”
“Grant his desires, Jess. Fuck, just destroy him…” Kate drawled, enjoying the show. Jess winked at her.
“Here, here, name that might be yours.”
You feel a looming presence, a presence of her, of divinity, of Aphrodite who smells of ripe fruit. It’s her hand, here to cup you against her, thrust you into darkness deeper than pitch. You can only feel her, not see her. Feel her whole body. Every curve feels like yours, and also not yours, miles away yet also close.
She’s so curvy. So many curves. So much shape.
Plums.
You wish you could have humped all of it.
Peaches.
“Soon, you will. From deep inside your Goddess… you can hump on her soul.”
Those words feel so good, even though you don’t understand them. Hump on her soul. That sounds like just what you want.
You spend a few moments in darkness, hearing words of impatience from Kate. Jessica translates them through thoughts that she then spills right into your mind. She wants to see you. Why are you being covered up? After a minute, Jess removes her hand and shows Kate why. You don’t see. You can’t.
Your face is submerged into her, smoothly. You’re just breathing her now, or she is supplying you oxygen. Your torso is sinking inside too, your penis lost in her flesh. You can still feel it though. It’s desperately hard.
“There we go. That’s better, hmm?”
“Jess— Jess—“
“Mhm?”
“Oh just eat him up! So fucking sexy!”
“Why don’t you help, Kate? Give him a little encouragement…”
You feel movement. Then, there’s a soft object at your back. It’s crushing you into Jess. It is Kate, some part of her, some soft, heavy globe, some gigantic round thing, some—
She’s grinding her ass on Jess’s pubis.
Trapped.
Plums.
Peaches.
The plum of pubic flesh. The peach of huge ass cheeks.
Plums.
“That’s so good, Kate. He’s so fucking ready… he’s so needy…”
Peaches.
“Take him! Oh my god, just make him disappear!”
You quiver. You want to cum. You want this. You’re so deep inside her. Pushed ever deeper, she comforts you with thought waves, calming gestures, pacifying motions of her hips. You are her. You know how to take care of your new passenger. Your new accessory. He’s almost yours. Just a little more.
Her flesh squeezed and pulsated as though hungry around you, fondling, tasting, squeezing, massaging, suckling, caressing, stroking, swallowing.
“Swallow him up! He’s almost gone!”
You put your hands behind your head again and tug one more time, watching as the very last parts of him visible to the world: foot, ass, fingers of a single hand: slip inside you, easily as can be.
You cum in the goddess. You are the goddess. You, the goddess, cum. The speck is yours. Reduced to you, ascended to you, you are all. A flicker of his personality, as his identity begins to fade.
“Give that to me too.”
Gone.
“Give it all to me. Be mine. Be me, be one. Forever.”
He dissolves in you. Yet, he is still within you, in your surging flesh, in your ripe curves, in your substantial breasts. He is the wobble of thigh and the smack of wet foot on the poolside tiles. He is the sweat in the armpit and the shake of the backside. He is in the hair, the gorgeous locks, and the smaller ones hidden away on your pubis. Just like he is. Tucked out of sight. Buried in you.
You surround him, and erase him. You make it gentle. You carry him off, deeper into you, to hump your soul. There, he’s safe and sound, an infinitesimal presence inside your consciousness.
Jess has become a goddess. She brings him into herself, and knows her accessory is now forever locked in deep pleasurable paradise.
Kate kisses the spot where he vanished, and it smells of ripe fruit.
Jessica smiles.
The smooth flesh calls to you, awakening a deep hunger from your very heart, your instincts, your primal brain. You want into that smoothness, you can sense the churning activity of her womb within her and want in. You nuzzle at her pubis pathetically, whining, begging for her acceptance.
"Mmmh." she purred, "Now he’s all ready. Come here. Come inside Goddess Jess."
She reached into her panty with two fingers and manipulated your position gently, playing at you, extracting moans and coos that made her giggle at your submission. Her skin pulsated with comfy warmth.
She turns your head slightly with a delicate fingernail, and pushes your whole naked form into her nether region. You drag a breath into your lungs, one utterly corrupt with her scents, plum and peach, peach and plum, soft, ripe fruits. She is soft and ripe too. Like plums, like peaches. Savoring that breath, you began to fuse. "Good little man," she praises your total subservience.
“Now..."
You feel it. You feel her, her will, her life, her magic, flow down through the points of contact, the bare skin connecting you to her. Hands, knees, face, penis. All feel the slight tingle, the symbiosis, the beginnings of a powerful mind at work to enslave your own. You feel, rather than see, Goddess Jess’s satisfied smile. You sense, rather than hear, the snap of the waistband.
“Don’t fight this.”
Her voice is right in your ears, in your head. You’re confused. You try to pull away.
“No. Don’t fight. Just… relax. You can relax now, and become part of my body. You can belong to me now, accessory. You don’t have to be you anymore. What better than to be a little part of your goddess?”
You return to clutching at her pubis, convinced by her kind words and sugar sweet tone. Plums. Peaches. You rub your face up and down on her. All the facts begin to trickle away. Your name, your life. Plums. Peaches. Her warmth. Plums. Being buried in her. Peaches. Humping her.
Plums.
A deep yearning to be even closer.
Peaches.
A need to vanish within a goddess.
Plums.
Desire.
Peaches.
Need.
You rut. You fuck, you hump. You don’t even think about the actions anymore. They’re all automatic. You’re automatic. You’re just a thing. A little thing. No name. No thoughts.
Just the smells of plums and peaches, and the pubis of a goddess-in-waiting.
You hear a woman’s voice. It’s not Jessica’s, so it makes no sense. She replies. You understand that.
“Finders keepers.”
She’s right. She can keep you. She can have you.
Another sentence.
“Haha! Should have thought of that before you gave him to me!”
A pat on your back from a single finger.
“Look at how desperate he is! He wants mommy… he wants a goddess. He won’t want you, Kate. He won’t want Sarah. He won’t want anyone else, but—“
Plums.
Peaches.
“—Goddess—“
Plums.
Peaches.
“—Jess.”
Plums.
Peaches.
“Look at him, Kate. Let me give you a better view…”
Something changes. You don’t care.
Jessica pulls off her bikini bottom, showing you’re now sticking to her body. Kate gasps. Jessica laughs. “He’s going to be a part of me…”
You’re going to be a part of her.
“My sweetest accessory.”
“What’s gonna happen to him?” Kate asked Jessica. You didn’t understand.
“He’ll be… nurtured… and slowly his consciousness will just… fade away, into my own. We’ll be one. A goddess and her supplicant, forever intertwined.”
Kate moaned. “God, it’s so hot…”Jessica patted her head. Kate was on her knees, staring right at the Goddess’s ritual, right at her crotch. “Ohmigod… pleaseee, Jess, swallow up that lil perv…”
“He’s mine,” she taunted, swaying her hips. You don’t come unstuck.
Your skin was changing tone very slightly, to match hers. The contact points were indistinct, indistinguishable.
“Is that what you want?” She says a name, but it might not be yours. Or it might be. “You wanna be swallowed up?” She put her hands behind her head as if to mock you, putting so little into your consumption. “I can hear your little weak thoughts, you know.”
You didn’t even know you had those anymore.
“Guess what? It’s going to happen. Your fantasies. Your dreams. Your desires. They’re all coming true, right now.”
“Grant his desires, Jess. Fuck, just destroy him…” Kate drawled, enjoying the show. Jess winked at her.
“Here, here, name that might be yours.”
You feel a looming presence, a presence of her, of divinity, of Aphrodite who smells of ripe fruit. It’s her hand, here to cup you against her, thrust you into darkness deeper than pitch. You can only feel her, not see her. Feel her whole body. Every curve feels like yours, and also not yours, miles away yet also close.
She’s so curvy. So many curves. So much shape.
Plums.
You wish you could have humped all of it.
Peaches.
“Soon, you will. From deep inside your Goddess… you can hump on her soul.”
Those words feel so good, even though you don’t understand them. Hump on her soul. That sounds like just what you want.
You spend a few moments in darkness, hearing words of impatience from Kate. Jessica translates them through thoughts that she then spills right into your mind. She wants to see you. Why are you being covered up? After a minute, Jess removes her hand and shows Kate why. You don’t see. You can’t.
Your face is submerged into her, smoothly. You’re just breathing her now, or she is supplying you oxygen. Your torso is sinking inside too, your penis lost in her flesh. You can still feel it though. It’s desperately hard.
“There we go. That’s better, hmm?”
“Jess— Jess—“
“Mhm?”
“Oh just eat him up! So fucking sexy!”
“Why don’t you help, Kate? Give him a little encouragement…”
You feel movement. Then, there’s a soft object at your back. It’s crushing you into Jess. It is Kate, some part of her, some soft, heavy globe, some gigantic round thing, some—
She’s grinding her ass on Jess’s pubis.
Trapped.
Plums.
Peaches.
The plum of pubic flesh. The peach of huge ass cheeks.
Plums.
“That’s so good, Kate. He’s so fucking ready… he’s so needy…”
Peaches.
“Take him! Oh my god, just make him disappear!”
You quiver. You want to cum. You want this. You’re so deep inside her. Pushed ever deeper, she comforts you with thought waves, calming gestures, pacifying motions of her hips. You are her. You know how to take care of your new passenger. Your new accessory. He’s almost yours. Just a little more.
Her flesh squeezed and pulsated as though hungry around you, fondling, tasting, squeezing, massaging, suckling, caressing, stroking, swallowing.
“Swallow him up! He’s almost gone!”
You put your hands behind your head again and tug one more time, watching as the very last parts of him visible to the world: foot, ass, fingers of a single hand: slip inside you, easily as can be.
You cum in the goddess. You are the goddess. You, the goddess, cum. The speck is yours. Reduced to you, ascended to you, you are all. A flicker of his personality, as his identity begins to fade.
“Give that to me too.”
Gone.
“Give it all to me. Be mine. Be me, be one. Forever.”
He dissolves in you. Yet, he is still within you, in your surging flesh, in your ripe curves, in your substantial breasts. He is the wobble of thigh and the smack of wet foot on the poolside tiles. He is the sweat in the armpit and the shake of the backside. He is in the hair, the gorgeous locks, and the smaller ones hidden away on your pubis. Just like he is. Tucked out of sight. Buried in you.
You surround him, and erase him. You make it gentle. You carry him off, deeper into you, to hump your soul. There, he’s safe and sound, an infinitesimal presence inside your consciousness.
Jess has become a goddess. She brings him into herself, and knows her accessory is now forever locked in deep pleasurable paradise.
Kate kisses the spot where he vanished, and it smells of ripe fruit.
Jessica smiles.
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