melodymania | Max Davis Voicemail

Thanks for calling. If you're reaching out to sell your soul, I'll already know and I'll be there soon. If you're calling to just talk, leave a message and I'll call you back when I can. Which will probably be soon. Talk to you then~

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[She listens with interest, turning his words over in her mind.]

I do love "real freaky", but deals and bargains mean payment. Would I be paying you back in sexual pleasure, or in something else?

[The bartender tries very hard not to give them a weird look, they're not getting paid enough to listen to this conversation.]

Oh no. I don't mean deals as part of the sexy times. Just if you ever want to make a deal, I'm your guy. I buy and sell and do all sorts of favors and things. And my prices are always fair. It's a big part of me. And I figured I'd mention it since we're getting to know each other.

[His eyes shift to the bartender. He winks at him. Then he looks back to Evangeline.]

I can do real freaky. Eyes, claws, multiple arms, giant maw, teeth, tentacles, I can vibrate the very cells of your body without touching you.

[To give a demonstration, a sharp vibration shoots down Evangeline's spine and goes right to her clit. It stays there for a second before it disappears.]

I like real freaky sex.

Oh-

[She wasn't prepared for that sudden sensation, and a moan tears itself from her throat. If she were a different person she'd be embarrassed about sounding like that in public, but if she were a different person she probably wouldn't be having this conversation.]

Fuck. When can we start?

Why not now?

[The music in the club shifts. He grabs his drink as it appears. His tongue snakes out and sips in. Then morphs into a straw like appendage and sucks the drink down in three seconds flat. He pulls it back out and smiles.]

Ah. Delicious. And a wonderful shade of green too. [He holds out his hand.]

Shall we~?

Now's good!

[She takes his hand to pull herself up. Thankfully she remembers to toss some money at the bartender before they go anywhere.]

Keep the change.

[Max pulls Evangeline close. He leans in, whispering in her ear.]

Now. Think of where you want me to fuck you and click your heels together. Say, there's no better place for sex and we'll be there.

[She can't help but chuckle at that - of course she gets the reference. She pictures a particular grove in the Spring Segment, far enough from the city to be private but near enough not to be particularly dangerous, and clicks her heels together.]

There's no better place for sex. -Especially if you want to be big.

[A musical chord plays and suddenly they no longer are in the club but are in the grove, just like she pictured. His hands gently brush over her hips while another pair touch her shoulders and drag nails down her arms. He whispers in her ear.]

Big you say? I can do that. Hmmm. What else do you desire? I'm so curious.

[Oh, hello there. She beams, reaching to scritch at the base of his horns.]

I like a lot of things, it's hard to choose... Lots of teeth, lots of eyes, extra limbs, claws, fur? That's a solid start, I think.

As you wish.

[More arms form. Claws trace along her clothes, legs, arms, chest, stomach, sides, and through her hair. He grows as those arms get wider, growing fur all along them. He lifts her up with more hands. As she looks up, his form is changing. Eyes form and open all over him. Each leaks a milky white thick liquid. His fur is black like his hair. His teeth sharp as another two rows grow in the massive may his mouth becomes.

Tentacles of warm white goo snake out from under the fur and run over her closed. They seem to vanish as if they can just erase them. Swipe, swipe, swipe, away go her clothes.]

My my my, little red Evangeline. How delicious you look~

[Holy shit, he's perfect.

It's a good thing that he can just erase her clothes (and that she's not wearing EGO right now) because otherwise she'd be scrambling to get naked as fast as possible. Her arousal spikes just from being lifted up by him.]

Oh, sir, please don't eat me. Isn't there anything else I can offer you?

[This would be more convincing if she weren't absolutely beaming.]

[Max's voice down pitches as he laughs. The gooey tentacles finish wiping away her clothes. The hands pull her legs apart as one of the tentacles presses against her pussy and starts to vibrate.]

Oh there are a few things you can offer me, young maiden. Your body. Your mind. Your pleasure. Your soul.

If you are willing to do so to avoid my teeth.

[Her range of mobility is limited while caught in his grip, but she still tries to grind back against that tentacle as best she can, gasping.]

Please take my body and my pleasure, sir! [She tries her best not to sound absolutely thrilled about it and fails, but at least she's trying.]

[Max chuckles as the vibrations suddenly surge through her entire body. They play through every fiber of her being. The tentacle wiggles and slowly pushes inside her. Meanwhile the numerous hands reach to fondler her breasts, play with her body, drag claws across her skin, and a long tongue extends from his massive maw to dance along her lips and pushes past them, filling her mouth so easily.]

[Oh fuck. Evangeline's back arches as she moans around the tongue in her mouth, and her body writhes, surrounded by pleasure on all sides and uncertain what to twist into. They've just started and she's already soaked.

She manages a muffled questioning noise. Is he enjoying this, because she sure is, but it's important to check in with your partner. Unfortunately it's difficult to ask questions like that with your mouth full of tongue.]

[The question is still understood. He chuckles, which sends vibrations down the tongue and up through the tentacle. Another mouth forms on a hand that presses to her ear.]

Oh I feel very good. Do you want to feel my pleasure? I can show you.

[Evangeline nods her head so fast that she almost gives herself whiplash. Yes, she absolutely wants to feel how good she's making him feel.]

[Max loves how she's already losing herself and is so enthusiastic. He pulls her toward his giant body. Her legs don't press against him when they reach him. They slide inside. Her form absorbed into his. It's arm as she slowly sinks in to her knees. It feels soft inside as whatever is in there wraps around her flesh. She keeps sinking in, deeper, deeper, to her waist. The tentacles follow as their bodies kink. She can feel the pleasure radiating through him.

It's hot. It sparks over her senses, her body, deep into her very soul. He is indeed feeling good as she sucks that part of him, as the tentacles push inside, as they fuse. Their pleasure melding together as they do. His tongue pulls out of her mouth as he chuckles, the voice causing vibrations through her entire body now, hearing it outside, feeling it inside.]

Feel it. How good you feel. Your enthusiasm. Your drive. Your lust. The song your body sings for me. Resonating with me. Becoming part of me as I become part of you.

[It's bigger now. The image in her mind's eye as the tentacle pulls out and something larger presses against her wet pussy. It's ribbed for both their pleasure, small spines on it made to help hold him in, and tentacles sliding up the base. He pushes inside her and her body, molded with his, expands beyond anything before. It pushes inside, fusing, holding, fucking her with pleasurable overstimulation and no pain.]

I could being you inside completely. Fully fuse. Take you in, fill you mind, body, soul. Do you want it? To feel one with me? To feel all my aspects?

I could gangbang you with every single part of me. All you have to do is say yes. Ask me for it. Beg me for it. Tell me what you want, Evangeline. Speak your desires in your mind, your heart, with that mouth of yours.

Anything you want. Everything you need.

[This is new. She should, probably, be afraid? Fear might be the normal response when you start to sink into someone's body.

But she feels good. Her own pleasure from the tentacles inside her, his pleasure surrounding her. His voice vibrating around her. There's no fear in her, no hesitation, only a rising excitement, delight, and heady lust.

She squeezes down around him, overflowing with heat and desire.]

Fuse with me, I want to feel you in every space of my body, I want to be filled completely, please, Max, please fill my body and my soul-

[This isn't too far from something she'd say to other partners, but with Max, she thinks he can actually do it.]

As you wish.

[That part inside her is strong enough to pull her in. The arms around her push, stroke, and grope her body as she sinks in further and further. Until her head is all that's left. A claw pets her hair before she sinks in completely. It's dark, for a moment. She's completely surrounded on the outside. Writhing, wiggling, hot, wetness. It pushes against her flesh, her lips, sliding over her face, pushing harder into her pussy.

Then it shifts. In her mind she sees the figures. A woman with frizzy red hair, leaves and twigs sticking out of it, is between her legs. She eats her out with abandon. She smells like spring and the forest.

Another woman with long black hair, pale skin, and a white dress is fondling her breasts. A dark haired handsome man is at her head, fucking her throat with his cock. Then others pour in. Some humanoid looking, others demonic, horns, teeth, tendrils, claws, a slime person, a minotaur, and some who feel like a warm rain and one who is all hands and mouths. They are all on her.

It's like all of them are separate yet she feels the sensations of them all. They're fucking her, kissing her, feeling her, whispering to her, letting her fuck them. Her body shifts in anyway she desires in here. All these fantasies playing out simultaneously.

One stands out. In one Max holds her against him. Both naked, fused, skin slipping into skin. His hand sinks into her chest. His fingers touch something deep inside her. Something vulenrable, soft, warm, and touch starved. Her soul. She knows it. He fingers her very soul, gently, lovingly. He gets it warm, soothes the soreness of it. That tightness of her walls around her very being relax for his simple gentle touches.]

That's it. Open to me. Just me. Good girl. My good slutty girl. Yes. [His fingers slide inside. He's fingering her very being and it's warm and sends ripples through all those other experiences. Her mind flooded with pleasure, safety, warmth, and burning desire.]

I'm going to fuck your soul. Fill it the way you deserve. It's been hurt. I can soothe that ache. I will soothe it. Good Evangeline. You're doing so good.

[There's so much. There's so much of him, surrounding her completely. The inside of his body, hot and wet all over her skin. The figures of him, what he could be, fucking her in a dozen different ways.

He fingers her soul. There isn't anything else it could be. His fingers are soft and gentle and safe, she's safe. She is enough. She is fragile and tender and even with her most vulnerable parts on display, she isn't being punished for opening herself up.

She realizes that she's crying. She's not sure when she started and she doesn't know how to stop.

In every fantasy she throws herself into it with abandon, kissing back, touching him, fucking him. She wouldn't normally be able to manage so many thoughts and visions at once, but in here she can. And most importantly, she needs him to know how much she loves this. How good she feels, in ways that are familiar and ways that she's never experienced before. How good she wants him to feel.

Please, please, please don't stop-]

[Her vulnerability is met with kisses, touches, soft and hard, loving and passionate. He's feeling so good. All parts of him engaged in this amazing pleasure. There is a part of himself that only watches. She can feel it, feel his heart beat, and that part refrains. That part is off limits. But everything else? It's open.

I won't stop. Not until you are satisfied. That word feels heavy. Satisfied. Truly fully satisfied. Not exhausted. Not able to continue. Truly satisfied. The fingers brush over her soul, hitting those spots, plucking strings of pleasure and want. Then it shifts. Fingers no more. He's deep in her soul. Thrusting, fucking, yet it doesn't hurt. She's being filled in every way he said he would. He is kissing her now. Hot, his tongue thick, his being huge and she so small but she's still safe.

Still warm.

Still surrounded by nothing but pleasure.

Some fantasies pull hair, others bite, some pull her in positions she couldn't achieve in reality. Bent this way and that, spread wide, open, fucked with monster cocks and pulled in by monster pussy. Other limbs and genitals that don't fit convension push, pull, suck, touch, rub, swallow, engulf, and sliver.

Her soul is touched in a special place as he fucks it. A sharp jolt runs through her as he plays with a part of her left untouched. That part of her soul that could love. He teases it, like a clit. Using it to give her sensations of that feeling she's locked away inside herself. It attaches to nothing. No one. He doesn't force love on her but gives her something close to experiencing it. Turns it inward on herself.

Self love.

Loving herself.]

There it is. Found it~ I can play your entire being like an instrument. Do you like my song? Let's play with it some more. I can do so much more and I think you want me to, don't you?

[She'd thought he hadn't left any space untouched, and then he touches her soul there. A feeling unfamiliar, but warm and intense even as it's so soft and gentle.

She is loved. She is enough. She has been through so much to be here in this moment and she has become a person worth celebrating. Worth loving. She has value simply from being herself.]

Please. [She's not sure if she's talking with her mouth at this point, but it comes out breathy regardless.] I want more.

[This is already so much, and she can't even comprehend how he could do more than this, but she wants to experience everything he has to offer her.]

More you shall have.

[Now it gets even more transcendental. The images, the fantasies, the real encounters more than double. Suddenly Evangeline is reliving every past sexual encounter, the good ones, all over again too. They meld as both of them feel Evangeline's pleasure. It runs through them both, cycling, building, over and over and over.

Past pleasure, present pleasure, and future all wrapping together. Fantasies she's had with others play out as if they are actually happening, like they are going to happen. Everything feels like it's all just happening at once yet also in the past and future all at the same time.

He teases that part of her soul more and more as he fucks her soul harder. A building feeling of climax growing between them. When one cums, they all cum. She feels it. Every fantasy, encounter, and situation are about to cum all at once.

The ultimate orgasm.]

[

Evangeline doesn't pass out, but it's a near thing. She feels as if she's having every orgasm she's ever had in her life at the exact same moment. She could be screaming Max's name, she genuinely can't tell - her senses are too overloaded with pleasure to hear or see or feel anything else.

She thinks her body goes limp, but it's hard to tell what her body even is right now. She definitely needs a minute.]