Divine Artifact in a Scientific World-Chapter 64: Unconscious (1)

About an hour after Jack entered his lab and Madison began giving a tour of his soul space to Miranda, the two of them walked into his lab, arm in arm. They stopped just inside the doorway and while Miranda looked around in awe, Madison reached over and cupped one of Miranda’s jugs and hefted it.

Madison was so casual about it that at first, he didn’t register what she had done.

"I just can’t help myself," she said, digging her fingers into Miranda’s melon sized fun bag. "These are too fun to play with. They’re so warm and squishy."

Is she... Are they... He didn’t complete the thought and instead just focused on his connections to them. Miranda was amused, and tolerating Madison’s fondling, but he could tell she was growing just a little uncomfortable. And Madison was just enjoying the tactile feel of Miranda’s tit in a completely non-sexual way, like finding a water balloon filled with warm jelly and enjoying the squishiness of it. He understood the appeal.

"Madison," he said, firmly.

"What?" she asked, still distracted as she hefted Miranda’s tit.

"You’ve had you fun. Now let go of Miranda’s breast before it gets awkward."

Madison looked at Jack, then Miranda.

Miranda said, "I didn’t mind satisfying your curiosity, but it does feel a bit awkward."

Madison jerked her hand away and said, "Oh shit. Sorry. I can get a little, um, focused? sometimes."

Jack mentally shook his head. Classic Madison. Not the tit grabbing, that was new, but getting so caught up in her curiosity that she failed to notice the way people around her were reacting. He could tell that Madison was now a little embarrassed that she’d been so intimate with Miranda.

Miranda gave Madison a quick hug, then said, "It’s fine."

Through their connection, he could tell she was relieved that Madison had let go.

"So, I take it you two are getting along fine?" he asked.

"Yep," said Miranda, giving Madison another side hug. "We had a lovely talk. I enjoyed the tour and I gotta say, this place is amazing."

Madison nodded, then said, "And you were right, Jack. She’s not like I expected."

Miranda looked around the lab with mild interest and said, "So, Jack, what are your plans-"

"Oh shit, Jack. What about our appointment with Abigail?" interrupted Madison.

"It’s okay. I’ll be able to make the appointment, so at least one of us can look at the houses."

"Houses?" asked Miranda.

"Yes," said Miranda. "Jack’s filthy rich and decided to buy some houses near NSU to rent out. He wants to live a normal life during college, so he’s gonna buy a house, then make it look like he’s just renting."

Jack was looking at Miranda’s face as Madison spoke and watched with astonishment as her pupils dilated until her irises almost disappeared. And over their connection he could feel, well, he wasn’t sure what, but if he had to put a word on it, it was worship. Like she had just met her personal god.

Am I blursed? He wondered. This was twice now he had met and soul bonded with a girl that was anything but typical. Madison was obsessed with him in a clingy, possessive, "I can’t bear to lose you" kind of way. And now Miranda was staring at him like she’d just discovered her personal lord and savior. He didn’t know yet if he was cursed, or blessed. Was he constructing his own personal hell, filled with insane women, or was he building his own personal heaven with women insanely loyal and devoted to him? He hoped it was the latter.

"Rich?" asked Miranda, saying it with the same tone he imagined an incel would say "for me?!", when handed a lifetime, all access, pass to a brothel.

"So rich," replied Madison. "He used a simulation to predict the Redball lottery numbers."

"Wait! Not the billion credit jackpot-"

"Yup," crowed Madison proudly. "That one."

Miranda pressed her face against his chest, and bit his shirt, then rubbed her face back and forth across his chest, while making a strange gurgling noise.

What the fuck, Is she having a seizure? He looked at Madison and she looked back, clearly thinking the same thing he was.

Miranda’s gurgling noise grew into a groaning growl, then she moaned, "So much power! Oh, I can’t, I want, I need, Uhn, this is too much."

Then she dropped to her knees and, with shaking hands, grabbed his waistband and pulled his pants down, freeing his half chub, before burying her face in his crotch. She rubbed her face against his rapidly hardening cock before pulling back, opening her mouth wide, and lunged forward.

"Oh, damn!" exclaimed Madison.

His cock lodged in the back of Miranda’s throat and she made a "hurk" sound, before pulling back slightly, then pushing forward again. There was a desperation in her actions and over their connection it felt like she was being overwhelmed with emotions too mixed to identify.

This time his cock slid all the way down her throat and he felt the same heavenly sensation of her throat wrapped tightly around his cock. He felt it when she tried to swallow before she pulled back and then slammed her face forward again, nose pressed against his stomach.

"Wow," muttered Madison. "How does she do that?!"

Miranda shoved his cock down her throat a few times before pulling back, then gasped, "It’s not enough. It’s too much."

Then she grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of her head before begging. "Please, I can’t take it. It’s too much. I need, I, fuck me unconscious. Choke me with your massive meat until I pass out. Please! I can’t take it! It’s too much!!!"

He could tell she was serious. She really wanted him to fuck her face until she passed out from lack of oxygen. It was the scariest and most intensely erotic thing he had ever heard. And because they were in his soul space, even if her parallel self died, it would not harm her, so he felt no concern whatsoever for her safety. It was a very freeing and intoxicating feeling to know he could just let go, let his inner beast run free, without any fear of consequences.

He dug his finger into her scalp, and thrust with his hips, burying his cock down her throat. "Gluck". Miranda let go of his wrists, placed her hands behind her back, and looked up at him with adoration and desperate need.

He pulled back and thrust forward again. "Gluck" the sound her throat made as his cock violated her mouth was disturbing and obscene, and yet it just drove him to thrust faster.

"Gluck, gluck, gluck." He increased his pace until he was rapidly slamming his cock down her throat, her nose tapping the morse code of their mutual desperate need on his stomach.

As he pounded his cock down her throat, he stared at her face. She was still staring up at him, eyes wide, pupils so large it looked like her eyes were being swallowed by twin pools of night. He could almost imagine twin galaxies sparkling in the deep depths of her eyes as she gazed hungrily up at him.

In his peripheral vision, he noticed Madison had one hand stuffed into her shorts and the other was clutching her breasts and pinching her own nipples. The sight of Madison frigging herself while watching him and Miranda was so astonishing in its simple expression of mutual excitement that he actually slowed his thrusting, distracted by the by the sight.

When Madison noticed him watching her, her skin flushed a deep red that traveled from her hairline all the way down to the tops of her breasts. Their eyes met, and he grinned wolfishly, then licked his lips. She must have noticed over their connection that he was enjoying watching her because the hand down her shorts moved even faster.

He turned his attention back to Miranda. "Gluck, gluck, gluck." Even though he had already cum three times in the last few hours, he could already feel a burning pressure building in his balls. Miranda’s eyes were still open, and she was looking at him like her very life depended on him to keep going, to really drive her into unconsciousness.

He could tell he was getting close, but she was still staring at him, eyes wide, urging him on. So, trying to distract himself, he turned his attention to his physical self, only to discover that his physical self was in the bathroom of his hotel room, hard as a rock, thoroughly distracted by what parallel Jack was currently doing. The mutual looking at each other caused a bit of a feed-back loop so parallel Jack had to turn his attention elsewhere. He looked at Madison, but the sight of her frantically frigging herself while staring opened mouthed at his cock pistoning in and out of Miranda’s mouth only drove him closer to the edge.