Wormhole Stories

My hips slam against hers under the lone tree. Our gasps rise, Cain’s phaser trained on my forehead. “Come on, Adam. Fuck her like your life depends on it!” Electric blue arcs crackle from the expanding wormhole, threatening to engulf us. Grabbing her hair, the snake tattoo winds her spine, hissing at an apple by her sacrum. Her voluptuous bottom deforms with every savage thrust. I growl, climax cresting. “Ohgod, I'm cumm...