Contains: Mindfuckery. So much mindfuckery. All the mindfuckery. And some tentacles. And lactation.


[19:29]*Sebastian Aran growled as he pulled his hands apart before him, fingertips raking the air as though it were a thin fabric. Unleashing his will, reality between his fingertips buckled and tore open rapidly. A gale-force wind drew him in through the hole in the world, sucking him violently through the impossible rift. The next thing he remembered was pulling his face from the floor; cold, smooth, white stone in a dimly lit room. He pushed himself up to his knees, resting on his palms as he looked around, fixing his gaze on a pair of pale feet nearly an arms reach from him. "Jusss'amoment. I'll be right along." He chided, clearly intent on leaving. "Wrong turn at the White Castle." Burgers, or a place? Who knew.

[19:36]*Aria Tsukiko stands before him, proudly dressed in nothing but her priestess's robes. "Wait." Oh, and as his gaze slides up from her bare legs, pale skin traveling up smoothly to her thighs, and then to her crotch and her exposed (if not yet aroused) slit. Her bare, white belly, then those twin massive, pale orbs, hanging proudly in apparent defiance of gravity, smooth arms, up to her neck... And then Sebastian's gaze goes no further, for her face is occupied by the mask of a direwolf, eight pools of mercury glowing from within the breathtaking visage of a beautiful and strangely erotic predator. He can even almost see her smile within the grinning maw of the wolf. It would seem he interrupted her prayer, and it would seem his punishment begins with his inability to break eye contact with that frightful mask.

[19:42]*Sebastian Aran felt his grasp on his will, the potentially infinitely deep bastion of power that he commanded, slipped when she spoke; the otherworldly voice shattering his concentration as though it were thin, fragile glass before he could tear another hole in the worlds. As his gaze traveled up, his eyebrows rose slowly in appreciation as he looked higher and higher. Until finally, his eyes opened wide to match them. Try as he might, he simply could not tear his eyes from the mask; even turning his head wouldn't allow for the forced movement and he dared not turn too far away. He rose to his feet, taking a slight step back before gathering his wits again; his heart pounded in his ears. "Alright, then..." he swallowed, on the edge of a panic. "Why for?"

[19:48]*Aria Tsukiko is the only thing Sebastian can see. Well... That isn't quite true. His eyes are working just fine, he sees everything, he sees... nothing. His mind can't make heads or tails of what his eyes tell him, apart from those cold white stones beneath Aria's feet, and the all-too-beautiful body that she displays for his appraisal, her enormous breasts slowly bobbing up and down with her mere breath. "You interrupted my offering to Luna, and she will need another gift of ...desire, before my prayer is complete." Her eyes shined brighter, and suddenly Sebastian found his gaze violently repulsed from that glowing wolf's head, forced to the only other thing he could see in the room (or was it a room at all?): the pale, silky body in front of him, between the cloths of that flowing robe which left less than nothing to the imagination.

[19:59]*Sebastian Aran felt his thoughts come apart as easily as sandcastles as he tried to comprehend anything around him. Those bright red eyes of his fixed upon that mask, muscles twitching in his jaw as he tried to conjure the willpower to break the gaze. Her words trickled into his thoughts, registering seconds later only to start new chains of thought. Offerings? Of desire? How in... Oh. Oh my. The slight tint of pink in his cheeks came almost as quickly as the ever expanding tent in his silken black robe. The only thoughts that maintained any form and substance were those around her body; how wonderful it would feel against him, beneath his fingertips, against his squeezing grasps... He managed to blink, purging his mind of that filthy material. His loins throbbed and ached against his robe, reminding him of the pleasantness of what was before him. A vicious cycle.
[20:01]Sebastian Aran: "How... would you manage to offer 'desire', M'lady?" He swallowed, the academic need to know a little too strong for his own good.


[20:10]*Aria Tsukiko smiles, raising a pale, naked finger- he can't see it, but he can certainly feel the strings between her body and his own. His mind shows him what he knows his eyes aren't possibly showing him, in contrast to his inability to properly perceive what he sees under his influence. Again, his gaze is forced to rest on her mask, eight pools of quicksilver swirling around in his vision, drawing in his gaze and curiosity. The more he looked at them, the more he found himself thinking about what they would look like if she were riding him like a horse, slamming him onto the bed with each thrust of her hips as she howls like the wolf whose face she wears, drowning out rational human thought with her irresistible noises, how her spirit seems to melt into his own as she forcefully has her way with the little pup, leaving him panting and exhausted, only to be revitalized by a sweet, addictive stream of milk from those proud, pale mammaries, enveloping his mind in whiteness while he has the chance to relax and recover through the eldritch fluid- only to repeat the merciless mating over again, endlessly, for the rest of time... wait. None of that happened. Did it? It certainly felt vivid enough.

[20:19]*Sebastian Aran began to pant softly as the vision progressed, his stance becoming rigid as his form seemed to writhe gently beneath his robes. The panting became heavier and his gaze seemed to focus further and further away, losing himself in what he knew to be an illusion, but felt to be reality. He couldn't move, even the bed felt unquestionably real. Then he blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly as he found his clothing particularly disheveled from the soft pleased writhing, the majority of his length having slipped out through the gap in the front of his robes; naughty wizard didn't seem to be wearing anything beneath. He swallowed, straightening his stance as it became clear that he was dealing with something well beyond his depth. "My... My apologies... for your inconvenience..." He did his best to control his breath, that length of his leaking readily with his excitement. 

[20:28]*Aria Tsukiko smiles as his shaft is revealed and he stammers to apologize, already nearly brought to his knees by her illusion. "On the contrary, your desire will make a fine gift for Luna." The next thing he knows, the masked priestess is virtually on top of him, her round and inviting cleavage tempting his face to just dive in to the soft, milky pillows in front of him, pillows that were already letting their silvery, gleaming cream flow, twin lines of white oh-so-slowly drooling down her skin from those fat, leaky nipples. His shaft, on the other hand... felt nothing. Not an ounce of satisfaction or sensation reached his mind from her nimble fingers that slide down it, pale and long and smooth as they wrapped around and slowly stroked it like it had no friction at all. As if to add insult to injury, his body still burned with lust and desire and erotic pleasure, even though he couldn't feel a damn thing- and judging by how much his shaft had grown in her grip, he was missing out. "Ah, desire is so much stronger when it goes unfulfilled... when it stews and simmers like the thick semen flowing in your testicles, growing more and more desperate with every tiny little stroke, every touch, even the wind upon your skin... wouldn't you agree, my dear? Isn't your lust simply... overflowing?~"

[20:42]*Sebastian Aran drew a deep breath through his nose, rapidly. She was too close! Alarms rang in his mind, yet he knew it was senseless to combat the woman on the subject of 'personal space'. It was far too obvious that anything he considered 'private' and 'personal' simply didn't matter to the being. The impossibly appealing orbs in his view were a vision that he'd only ever dreamed about, and to be that close to them, to simply be able to reach out and... Feel that fantastically pale skin beneath his fingertips, smoothing the milk into a thing coating over those nipples before giving them a gentle squeeze, his palms cupping their strangely weightless curves. Both of his hands cupped her impressive bust, lifting and squeezing them together while her hands worked his length. Which was the strangest sensation of all. He knew what she was doing, knew what it should have been doing to him. He could see just at the edge of his vision how he swelled in her grip, but simply couldn't -enjoy- her attention. Her words rained over him, fueling that inner desire to new volumes as she spoke. He inclined his head, looking up into that terrifying mask before he spoke. It took every ounce of willpower he could manage to simply say something that wasn't "Please, let me feel. I'll do anything." Instead, he managed, albeit with a struggle, to simply say "You're... most correct." He wished for the vision, for it to become reality, to be able to feel her hands upon his length. Maybe even to feel those glorious mounds around that length. Anything to get him closer to release, to quench the blast-furnace of lust that resided within him.

[20:57]*Aria Tsukiko moaned in delight as he explored and felt out those milky orbs, coating them with her fluid with his curious touch. "Ah... and how would you feel if I took away the pleasure of holding my breasts in your hand, of feeling smooth, warm milk slide down your fingers and coat you white, of being able to put your lips upon my teat and receive the warm, addictive cream that dwells within... oh... my. I'm sorry, did I say something?" she teased- but the damage was already done. By the time she stopped speaking, his face and hands were nowhere near her heavenly orbs, and no matter how hard he tried to grasp them again, his body refused to quite bring him to the divinity incarnate that was her body, as if forced to keep a safe distance from the overwhelming power of the overwhelming wolf-masked priestess. "Ahhh... It is certainly a shame you can't enjoy that, mmm? I wonder... how you'd feel, if you couldn't gaze upon my body. IF you couldn't stare into my eyes while I gently stroke your desire into a blazing inferno, if you could only imagine this perfect body as it works you over..." A tantalizing glimpse of sensation is restored to his shaft for but a moment, then it vanishes again, and her form begins to dissolve into a senseless, erotic haze in his mind's eye...

[21:08]*Sebastian Aran found himself keenly aware of every syllable. Of course she said something; she was the most important being in all of the realms to him at that moment. The only one capable of giving him what he wanted in that moment, and she purposefully denied him that want-- That need! The moment his hands fell away from her, the very instant that he no longer had control of himself, he felt a fear. An intensely deep, primal fear that tied to fiercely to his arousal that his heart hammered so fast he couldn't discern the individual beats. He wanted so badly to feel her; yearning for her touch that he was receiving, but everything was empty. He bit down on his tongue as he could no longer see her, his head turning and his eyes closing. His breathing came rapidly, his chest heaving as he tried fiercely to will his body to listen, to come closer to her. To experience her touch. His eyes went wide as she gave him that taste, that far-too-small moment of tactile clarity over his length, earning a short, startled moan that lingered and tapered off to silence. He held on to that feeling, playing it over in his mind rapidly, doing his best to simply live that sensation again. "I'd... I'd go mad. Simply mad." Were she able to see that desire burning within him, she may have had to shield many of her eyes. He was breaking, so impossibly close to begging. His knees buckled as he borrowed from his will to keep upright. His entire world turned on it's side before it promptly punched him in the back.


[21:19]*Aria Tsukiko howls suddenly with laughter, filling the tiny world he could sense with barking and amusement. "Ah, but you are already mad! Mad with pleasure, that is.... How can you want anything else when it courses through every vein of your body? Feel it travel from your manhood, feel it swelling in your sack and pulsing through your hips and thighs and every muscle and nerve in your body. Does it... hurt? Does it hurt to feel so good, so full of desire with nowhere to go, to feel your imagination run wild even while you receive pleasure beyond what you can imagine, beyond what your feeble mind could ever even [i]feel[/i]?" It's certainly very hard to argue with that persuasive voice, especially as eight glowing mercury circles take center stage in the wizard's vision (sans perception), the simple shapes growing until they take up everything he can see at all on a pale, smooth background... and then a touch on his lips and his face, a tongue forcing its way deep into his mouth and filling him with eldritch saliva, leaving his mind racing, dazed, and even less resistant to her advances. "Cherish that feeling and burn away your love of rhyme and reason- they're only getting in the way of pleasure. Who could possibly care if what's happening to you is [i]possible[/i]? Silly little pup." When she pulls away, her hands -presumably - pull away from his shaft too, giving him a brief respite from the pleasure without enjoyment she's been tormenting him with. Then, something comes up against his tip- something thick and juicy and soft. A moan echoes out, distinctly feminine and lupine, as the soft thing pushes towards him, smearing thick cream across him as it attempts to impale itself upon his shaft.... and though he would have surely thought it impossible, ridiculous, perhaps even disgusting had he been in his right mind and known what it was, he finds it enveloped by that softness and forced deep into a crushing pool of thick goo not unlike that stirring within his own balls, drowning his shaft in pleasure and sending it racing towards a climax- though whether he'll feel any part of it is another question entirely...

[21:19]Aria Tsukiko: (Boop. :X)[21:19]Aria Tsukiko: (also tfw used italics and /me :I)
[21:21]Aria Tsukiko: (i am sorry if that one went a bit too far :u)[21:21]Sebastian Aran: [ x3 Pfff Too far? No way. ]
[21:22]Aria Tsukiko: (Have you figured out what he's gotten his shaft into, then?~)[21:22]Sebastian Aran: [ He'll have no idea, but I'd under the distinct impression that there's some nipple penetration going on. ]
[21:23]Aria Tsukiko: (Yep, that's the idea. And the fact that you're okay with it is great. That's what I was worried about, heh. Even though I'd probably have chided you for not being kinky enough. :P)

[21:38]*Sebastian Aran writhed, the need boiling within him simply becoming far too powerful. The images his mind was conjuring of what she could possibly be doing to him burned through his mind, leaving his imagination to take him for a wild ride. His hips pumped futilely against her, grinding against that shapeless mist of what was supposed to be her form. His body felt like a large, tightly coiled spring that was ready to break loose and thrash whatever apparatus that contained it. Those words, all of which were far too true for his liking. It hurt. It was so impossibly good, so intense of a great need that it simply hurt; rippling through his entire body. The maddening vision of her gaze upon him was more than unsettling; it was mesmerizing, terrifying, and impossibly intriguing. The sudden invasion over his lips and into his mouth opened his eyes wide, not that it did anything to rid him of her endless gaze. A short yelp was all that was heard before that potent drug of her spit broke him. He couldn't make sense of anything around him, much less the sensations that he'd immediately begun to imagine. He writhed, even with his hands refusing to get closer to the woman (soon finding himself with his arms spread wide over his head), his thoughts treated him with what seemed to be the truth. Her hands had left him? Of all the times to get contr-OHHL~ His tip was pressed to something tight, feeling it side firmly over his tip before the sensations dispersed again to leave him nearly weeping from being teased as such. Something odd came over him; his muscles convulsing as he felt his sack drawing tight, his toes curling as his body dedicated each tendon and nerve to the orgasm as it always did; without a single pleasant sensation of release. He panted, his closing tightly against the loss of his chance. Feeling the hot seed blasting from the tip of his cock with no more sensation than if he were relieving himself. The entity may have noticed then that he was far, far more full than any normal man of his size, causing the skin of her breast to tighten as he added to her reserves of that madwine. [sub]"Please... I need release..."[/sub]

[21:40]Aria Tsukiko: (oh whoops. I was gonna describe the orgasm. :x)[21:40]Sebastian Aran: [ Oh. x3 You should do that anyway. xD] [21:40]Sebastian Aran: [ And just kinda void things. ][21:40]Sebastian Aran: [ Since you're the diety here. ][21:40]Aria Tsukiko: (It contradicts your post though- yeah okay. Here's how this goes. o3o)[21:40]Sebastian Aran: [ *Deity)[21:40]Sebastian Aran: [ <3 ][21:41]Sebastian Aran: [ It's nice to read, though, right? :3 ][21:42]Aria Tsukiko: (So the idea was, instead of her filling him, she ends up flowing into him. And, because he's forgotten rhyme and reason and other things as she asked, he doesn't realize there's anything wrong with this picture, and ends up believing it's totally normal. Cut to them having normal, passionate sex (albeit with him overful), and.... well... he doesn't get what he's expecting, and basically has his first orgasm for the second time in his life. o3o And yes it is fun to read~)[21:43]Aria Tsukiko: (Althouhg I'll let him feel good from this one, so he at least knows for certain it's an orgasm. >:3)[21:44]Sebastian Aran: [ x3 You got it, boss! ]

[21:49]Aria Tsukiko: At least, the Lunar priestess lets him feel pleasure for this one. Immense pleasure as his toes twitch and his cock opens up, and thick cream pours smoothly inside, stuffing his balls and even the interior of his shaft full to bursting and leaving a gentle, lingering sensation from being so thoroughly... stuffed. Well, I'm sure he's happy now, isn't he? And indeed, she soon pulls away and lets his senses return to as they were when he got there, although, his shaft is certainly a lot thicker and wider, and his testicles are so heavy pulling down on it as he stares into the maw of the eyecatching beast- her mask is as potent as ever, even after all that. "Ahaha... I believe I have a vision to make good on, and a shaft to fill~" she purrs, grinning down and winking half of her hypnotic eyes towards his throbbing, incredibly needy shaft- even after a climax, he only seems to want more! - as she motions him towards the nearby bed whose black sheets contrast perfectly with their own bodies. "Shall we?~" [sub]And, yes, while she's at it, she reinforced his mistaken ideas of what an orgasm should be. Naughty girl.[/sub]

[22:02]*Sebastian Aran could have likened the sensation of that climax to wrapping a bolt of lightning around his cock. He tensed impossibly as she filled him, the sensation making complete sense (or the lack of) even after his sight and touch came back to him. He caught the breath he'd forgotten he'd lost, those bright red eyes of his wide with a multitude of emotions. He found himself back on his feet, a single hand reaching down to test that recently altered length; eyebrows furrowing as he failed to make sense of the last minute. He found his lips creasing into a smile as he accepted the change, neverminding the 'how' of it. He still burned with that need, that desire, for her. He stepped toward the bed, turning to sit back upon it before shedding his silken robes; letting them fall back over the bed to become nearly invisible against the sheets. That ever-throbbing shaft of his stood in anticipation from his lap as he held a hand out, inviting her to join him. "We shall." [sub]If only the poor fool knew what he'd gotten in to.[/sub]

 [22:11]*Aria Tsukiko grinned from beneath that beautifully terrible mask. The mere sight of it still filled him with awe out of the depths of his body, even as he sat down upon the soft, warm, comfortable cushions and prepared to let her ride him- the embrace is so warm he might not want to leave it, if not for the far superior embrace that the pale-skinned priestess is about to deliver. Her hips sway as she strides slowly over to him, filling the room (or so it feels) with her smooth, silken body, rear shaking and wiggling, and of course, her unmistakable breasts bouncing and swaying in the air as she takes her final steps over to the edge of the bed and climbs forward, setting her generous rear atop his thighs mere inches away from his engorged shaft even while her face- truly awesome, in every sense of the word, new and old- comes to rest in front of him, seeming seductive despite how little he can see beneath the mask. And of course, her milky jugs are there for his every desire. Right there.

[22:23]*Sebastian Aran felt that grasp on his mind, his sanity, wavering as she sauntered over to him. His fingertips sank into the cushions of the bed far too easily, and the sensation of her skin over his lap was the most peculiar thing he'd had time to think about. His hands gently ran up her thighs as she made herself comfortable on him, fingers curling over that delightfully full rump to squeeze it and pull her another inch closer to that newly infused girth of his. She was unusually light, even for a woman half her size. Maybe even... a sixth. (Science, bitches!) Even still, his fingertips slipped up her back and over her sides. Soon, they would find the same comfortable place upon the sides of her magnificent breasts, thumbs gently pressing against the underside of those nipples. He couldn't help but press his nose down into that cleavage, mouth gently kissing the pale skin, moving slowly towards a nipple. 

[22:24]Aria Tsukiko: (I'm getting sleepy, but I'll try to keep this going until he hits climax again, k?~)
[22:26]Aria Tsukiko: (...or you know I could be falling asleep at the keyboard despite having had caffeine and sugar for just this reason. ;-;)
[22:26]Sebastian Aran: [ xD Just go sleep. I'd like to pick that up right there when you feel the need for lewds again~ ]
[22:27]Aria Tsukiko: (B-but we'd take five seconds to get to Sebastian exploding and then that'd be most of the story. Okay, maybe with some of her pounding him into the bed like the beast she is.
[22:28]Sebastian Aran: [ x3 But you're sleepy. And I'd be happy to have Sebastian explode in like three posts when you want instant-lewds. ]
[22:28]Sebastian Aran: [ ... or explode a few times. ]
[22:29]Aria Tsukiko: Oh, fine. alright I will go sleep. In the future, I will make sure that Sebastian explodes at least a dozen times and devotes every last ounce of his endless desire to Luna.
[22:33]Sebastian Aran: [ <3 ][22:33]Sebastian Aran: That'll work. :3[22:33]Sebastian Aran: That'll work splendidly.