Page 57 of SummerTime Madness
Slowly, I thrust into Chase, and he slows down to match my pace. Her body is an altar. His a vessel. Mine a hammer.
We shake from the pleasure, the music, and the sheer adrenaline that courses through us.
“Thrive in the madness…” she growls, each word jagged with pleasure. The speaker screams with feedback and breath.
Below, her children erupt into moans, laughter, and sobs.
Click. Click. Click.
Hands grasp. Her mouth opened. Back arched.
“Continue to spread,” she moans into the mic, her voice soaked in sex.
In truth.
The music bends–it wails, becomes unrecognizable. A heartbeat swallowed by thunder. A scream turned into rhythm. Bodies fall to their knees in the foam.
They fuck. They bleed. They bloom.
Petals split open their backs.
Spores burst from their mouths.
People cum and die, only to rise again in the same motion.
I’m so fucking close, my balls draw tight, nails digging into Chase’s hips before I lean into him. “Fill her up while I breed you.” With that, I release my grip on his waist, and instead, fist his soft, chestnut waves, arching into him.
“Bloom, baby,” Cordelia sobs into the mic. “Bloom—”
Her climax tears through us like the island itself is coming.
She shakes. He spasms emptying himself inside her. While I roar, feeling my cock twitch inside him, then filling him to the brim with loads of thick, warm ropes of cum.
The world holds its breath.
Music stops.
And then.
Silence.
Then–denotation.
Spores surge outwards in a golden wave, pulsing like a living bomb, out of her pores. Everyone touches it. Everyone becomes.
The hive collapses and rises.
Foam turns into rot. Laughter into moans. Bodies continue to melt into each other. And still, on stage we move. Fucking in sync with the death of the old world. Celebrating evolution.
Epilogue
Dr.Elias
SECURE OBSERVATION ROOM
CAMERA: HELMET FEED ACTIVE -03:16 A.M
The screen trembles and finally the screams stop. But the horror still continues, we watch as Cordelia comes undone. With her orgasm, she creates a bloom wave that denotes outwards–there was no escaping that kind of spread.
