Ben's childhood friend Alice invites him to a dangerous and erotic game on an abandoned dock. What secrets does her connection to another world hide?
System Reward: Tight Yoga Timeline [ Fantasy in the park with your childhood friend once the time is up the host must return to their original timeline where they are in the endless sea in the global chat world and lords of the sea, their friend in the current timeline is still in a bikini with a strange man on her island, the host must be open-minded ding"
"With the end of the message to Ben,
The morning sun filtered through the leaves of the park's trees, in this timeline a reward, casting dancing shadows across the cool grass where Alice, her slender, toned body, gracefully stretched into a yoga pose. Her black leggings, tight like a second skin, highlighted every curve of her firm glutes as she arched her back in downward dog, letting her perfect rear end point skyward. Sweat glistened on her skin, trickling between her shoulder blades as she sighed, adjusting the pigtails that fell over her shoulders.
—Whew, this is too good! —
"In this timeline, Ben's name is Gael, which takes him by surprise."
she exclaimed, turning her head to face her sparring partner, a slight-bodied boy who could barely keep his balance in Warrior II. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he squeezed his thighs together, feeling the fabric dig in between his lips. "Every time I do this pose, I feel something… yummy squeezing me inside. Like I'm being filled up, you know?"
Ben, blushing, tried to laugh, but his gaze shifted to the bulge forming in his sweatpants. He wasn't the only one noticing the double entendre. From a distance, through the bushes, Gael watched, his breath ragged. His childhood friend, the same one who had taught him to ride a bike and with whom he shared strawberry ice cream, was now writhing on the ground as if she were begging for more than a stretch. Sweat trickled down the neckline of her sports bra, revealing the beginnings of her small but firm breasts, and every time she moved, the fabric clung to her crotch, outlining the contours of her swollen lips.
"Look at this," Alice dropped into Child's Pose, but instead of relaxing, she arched her back, sticking her bottom in the air as her hands slid down to her ankles. "Sometimes I wonder if I should try more... intense positions. Like those you see in videos, where the girls are squirming so hard their hearts leak out."
Gael swallowed, feeling his cock harden against the zipper of his jeans. He couldn't tear his eyes away from that round ass, so close to him and yet untouchable. Or at least, he thought so. Because at that moment, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out with trembling hands and found a message from Alice: a close-up photo of her parted mouth, her pink tongue peeking out between her wet lips, with the text: "See? I can get that open... because of yoga, of course.
Her heart pounded. Was this a joke? Or an invitation? Before she could reply, another message arrived: a video. Alice, in the frog position, her legs spread wide, her pussy lips barely covered by the sheer fabric of her leggings, moaned, "Oh, it feels so good when something hard stretches you inside!" The audio was clear, wet, as if she were on the verge of orgasm just from talking.
Gael couldn't help himself. He slid his hand inside his pants and grabbed his throbbing cock, imagining it was him filling her, making her moan like that. But then, the video changed. The screen went black for a second before showing Alice kneeling in front of a burly man, his enormous dark cock jutting out between her fingers. She was looking up at him with hungry eyes, licking her lips before whispering, "You said you tasted good... Let's see."
And then, without further ado, Alice opened her mouth and swallowed the thick glans, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked it with obscene noises. "Mmm… it does taste good," she gurgled, pulling out only to lick the tip like it was ice cream. "Harder, Daddy. I want to feel it all the way down my throat."
Gael gasped. This wasn't an old video. It wasn't something she'd recorded in the past. This was live. She could see the fresh sweat on her forehead, the way her fingers gripped his thighs as he moaned and thrust his hips forward, suffocating her. But the worst—or the best—was the background. Where there should have been a wall or a bed, there was just… nothing. A bluish void, like endless water, and in the center, something glistening: a huge, pink tongue, writhing as if it were a living thing.
"What... what's that?" Gael murmured, but then his phone vibrated again. It was Alice, calling him.
"Gael?" Her voice sounded breathy, as if she'd just let his cock out of her mouth. "Are you seeing this?"
"Alice, what the fuck are you doing?!" Her voice came out higher than she intended, but she couldn't control the panic, the excitement, the rage burning inside her.
She laughed, the sound sweet but laced with something dark. "What I've always done, silly. Explore. Come to the abandoned dock. I'll show you something… special."
Before I could answer, the call was cut off.
The dock creaked beneath their feet as Gael moved forward, the salt air sticky on his skin. Alice was already there, sitting on the edge, her legs dangling over the black water. She was wearing a short sundress, so thin that her hard nipples were visible. Beside her, the man in the video—fat, sweaty, his cock still erect and glistening with saliva—was breathing heavily, as if he'd just run a marathon.
"Gael?" Alice looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining with a light that wasn't human. "Just in time."
"In time for what?" he asked, but then he saw it. Where the water should have reflected the moon, there was a whirlpool, a black hole twisting like a vortex. And in the center, floating, a tongue. His tongue. But enormous, grotesque, moving like a snake, licking the air with a wet, obscene sound.
"It's my portal," Alice whispered, sliding a hand up the man's thigh. "Every time I suck a cock here, my tongue grows… there. And I can lick whoever I want. As many as I want."
The fat man groaned, grabbing his cock. "Please, baby… again…"
Alice smiled, but her eyes never left Gael. "Do you want to try?"
He should have said no. He should have run away. But instead, he felt his cock harden again, desire clouding his judgment. He nodded.
Alice laughed, a triumphant sound, before grabbing the man by the back of his neck and pushing him forward. "Open your mouth, baby," she ordered, and he obeyed, gasping when she spat something glistening onto his tongue: a thick liquid, like golden honey. "Swallow. So you can feel what I feel."
The man did so, and his eyes flew open. "Fuck! FUCK!" he screamed, because at that moment, something filled his mouth. Something long, hot, and moving. Alice's tongue, from the other side of the door, was wrapping around his cock, licking from base to tip with inhuman precision.
—OH MY GOD!— The man gripped Alice's shoulders, his hips bucking on their own as she looked up at him with a lazy smile, as if she were savoring candy. —HE'S GOING TO TEAR IT OFF! HE'S GOING TO—!
But then Alice turned her head to Gael. "You too. Come."
And before he could react, she grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him toward the doorway. The air smelled of salt and sex, and when Alice pushed him to his knees in front of the whirlpool, he felt something warm and wet wrap around his wrist. He looked down.
His own cock was inside that hole. And not only that: Alice's tongue—enormous, with throbbing veins and an almost scaly texture—was wrapped around his shaft, squeezing, sucking, as if it were a living anus. But it didn't hurt. Oh, no. It was... "FUCK!" he screamed, because the pleasure was so intense his legs trembled. Every lick of the portal was reflected in his cock, but also in his mind, as if Alice were sucking him from the inside out at the same time.
"Look!" Alice pointed at the fat man, who was now moaning like an animal, his cock disappearing into the vortex as his body shook. "He's about to cum in two worlds at once!"
And then, Gael felt it. Not just on his cock, but in his ass. Something—someone—was licking his anus, slowly at first, then harder, as if a giant tongue were preparing him, opening him, invading him—
"ALICE!" he roared, because the orgasm hit him like a train, shaking him as his semen spurted out in thick jets, disappearing inside the portal. But it didn't end there. The tongue kept licking, sucking, as if it wanted to swallow him whole, and then—
"Gael..." Alice's voice sounded far away, as if she were underwater. "Do you want to see how far we can go?"
He opened his eyes, panting. The fat man lay on the dock, exhausted, his cock red and tender. Alice was kneeling beside him, but her gaze was fixed on Gael, intense, hungry.
The portal was still there. Open. Waiting.
And for the first time, Gael understood that this wasn't just sex.
It was a game.
And Alice had just invited him to play.