The Erovoid Nexus ch.07

The chamber floor seals itself with a wet sound, Nancy's screams swallowed into silence.

Ava and Yana stand facing each other across the circular platform, their bodies trembling not from exhaustion alone, but from something building in the air itself.

The walls pulse faster now, deep purple bleeding into arterial red, the rhythm syncing with the heartbeat thundering through the warm floor.

Zyx hovers closer, his neon-green hair casting strange shadows across the curved walls.

Qwerty adjusts something on his wristband, and the chamber responds.

The sweet chemical scent thickens. It crawls down Ava's throat, pools in her lungs, seeps through her bloodstream like warm oil.

Every breath draws more of it in.

Every exhalation fails to expel it.

Ava's hand rises without her permission.

Her fingers reach toward Yana, not to strike, not to shove, but to touch.

The realization hits her like ice water, but the ice melts instantly.

Her skin feels too hot. Her uniform scratches against hypersensitive flesh. The grey fabric against her raw nipple sends sparks down her spine.

Yana's blue eyes widen.

Her mouth opens, perhaps to curse, perhaps to spit another venomous attack on German filth but what emerges is something else.

A shuddering breath. A sound that belongs to a different species than hatred.

Her athletic body sways forward, drawn by invisible threads, and her hands move toward Ava with the same involuntary hunger that is bedevilling Ava.

The pheromones saturate everything.

The chamber's ventilation system hidden somewhere in the pulsing walls pumps the chemical cocktail in concentrated bursts now.

Ava's thoughts fragment. 'Yana is my enemy. Yana is Soviet trash. Yana is'

The words dissolve. What remains is sensation: the memory of Yana's swollen labia against her tongue, the taste of the Russian's cunt still coating her lips, the heat of that athletic body pressed against hers during the triangular assault.

Yana's fingers find Ava's torn uniform.

But not tearing further, grasping, Pulling.

Her calloused sniper's hands, hands that have killed men across frozen battlefields, now clutch the grey fabric with a desperate need.

She yanks Ava close, and their bodies collide.

Breast to breast.

Ava's E-cups crush against Yana's massive tits, nipples pressing together through ruined cloth.

The contact sends electrical surges through both women.

Ava gasps.

Yana groans.

Their mouths hang open, panting, breaths mingling in the pheromone-drenched air.

The hatred should be there.

It should be burning. 'Fascist pig.' 'Communist whore.' The words exist somewhere in their minds, but they float distant and meaningless, like debris in floodwater.

What matters now is skin.

What matters now is the desperate, animal need radiating from every nerve ending inside both women.

Ava's hands find Yana's ragged Soviet tunic.

She wrenches it aside, baring those huge breasts completely the pink nipples swollen and raw from wax burns, the soft flesh marked with welts from their previous rounds.

Her palms crash against them.

She squeezes the Russian's breasts.

Yana's tits fill her hands, overflow them, soft and heavy and impossibly warm. Yana's back arches, thrusting her chest forward, offering more of her supposedly despised Slavic flesh to Ava.

Yana reciprocates with savage efficiency.

She tears Ava's uniform down further, exposing both breasts the pale pink nipples stiff and aching.

Her thumbs grind across them, pressing hard, circling the sensitive flesh.

Ava's knees buckle.

She catches herself against Yana's shoulders, fingers digging into Yana's bruised muscle.

They stand locked together, fondling each other's breasts with a frantic urgency. The chamber floor vibrates against their boots, the rhythm climbing, matching their racing pulses.

Zyx and Qwerty watch from above, their oval eyes shifting colour--orange bleeding to something hotter, something hungrier.

Ava's hand slides down Yana's torso.

Past the ruins of the Soviet tunic, over the taut abdominal muscles, down to the waistband of those military trousers.

She wrenches them open with trembling fingers.

Surprisingly, Yana helps, kicking her boots aside, shoving the fabric down her thighs.

The Russian's athletic body emerges scarred, bruised, but beautiful in its battered defiance.

Her full untrimmed pubic hair, golden and thick, hiding and muffling the swollen pink flesh beneath.

Yana attacks Ava's uniform with equal desperation.

She fumbles at buttons, she fails, so she simply rips.

Grey cloth tears.

Ava's trousers fall away.

The German stands in nothing but her black knee-high boots, her own untrimmed bush exposed her dark blonde pubic hair curling around her reddened labia, her cunt dripping with an arousal she cannot deny.

They face each other, both nearly naked.

Two enemies stripped to skin and need.

The pheromones pulse through them, rewriting neural pathways, dissolving ideology into pure biological imperative.

Ava reaches between Yana's legs. Quickly, abruptly forcefully.

Her fingers plunge into the wet heat of Yana, without hesitation.

Three fingers at once, shoving past those swollen Russian lips, burying themselves in Yana's drenched quim.

The Russian's cunt opens for her, hungry and loose, slick walls clenching around the intrusion. 'Squelch.'

The wet sound echoes off the curved walls. Yana's thighs shake.

Her head falls back, her bun unravelling, blonde strands spilling across her shoulders.

Yana retaliates instantly.

Her hand finds Ava's pussy and drives inside.

Two fingers first, then three, spreading the German's cunt wide.

Ava's walls grip her, soaking her knuckles, coating her palm with Ava's thick arousal.

The Communist whore's fingers fuck into the Fascist pig's hole, and neither woman remembers which label belongs to whom.

They stand finger-fucking each other, their hands buried in opposite cunts, wrists grinding against splayed labia.

Their bodies rock together, seeking deeper penetration, chasing something that grows more urgent with each and every thrust.

The hatred that should fuel this has evaporated.

What drives them now is pure, undiluted lust chemical and primal, stripping them down to trembling flesh that knows nothing but want. Wants nothing but lust.

Ava adds a fourth finger. She stretches Yana wide, pushing deeper, feeling the Russian's inner walls ripple and clutch.

Yana's cunt swells around Ava's hand, it is fucked open and hungrily, swallowing every inch Ava offers.

The sniper's hips buck wildly, grinding against Ava's palm, her massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

Yana matches her. Four of her fingers cram into Ava's pussy, spreading her labia wide, stretching her pussy around the brutal intrusion.

The German's cunt squelches with every thrust, juices running down Yana's wrist, dripping onto the warm floor.

Ava's head spins.

The pheromones, the pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and filling in return it erases everything else in Ava's mind.

Their free hands find each other's breasts again.

Squeezing, pinching, pulling swollen nipples with rough twists that send shockwaves of pain and pleasure cascading through their bodies.

They grind together, four hands working four holes, fingers sliding in wet channels while palms mash against splayed cunt flesh.

Ava's thumb finds Yana's clit.

She grinds it hard, crushing the swollen bud beneath her hand with circular pressure.

Yana screams it is a raw, animal sound stripped of language.

Her cunt clenches viciously around Ava's fingers, her walls rippling, hips jerking in stuttering thrusts.

The Russian's juices flood thicker, coating Ava's hand to the wrist.

Yana's thumb attacks Ava's clit in return.

She mashes the sensitive nub with calloused fingers, working it in brutal small circles that make Ava's vision white out at the edges.

The German's mouth opens in a soundless cry.

Her pussy spasms around Yana's fingers, clenching and releasing in desperate waves, her cunt cream overflowing and running down her thighs.

The chamber walls shift colour again urgent orange then red deepening toward something hotter, something that matches the fever heat building between the women.

The floor's heartbeat vibration climbs, pulsing through their boots, traveling up their legs, resonating in their filled cunts.

Ava withdraws her hand. Her hand is coated in thick, sweet, sticky Russian juices.

Yana whines at the loss, her empty cunt gaping, it's walls still fluttering.

But Ava has other plans.

She shoves Yana backward, forcing the Russian onto the warm floor.

Yana lands hard, her massive breasts bouncing, her splayed legs revealing that swollen, dripping pussy pink flesh parted through golden hair, hole still spread, mangled from the four-finger fucking she had received from Ava.

Ava drops between those legs.

Her mouth finds Yana's cunt before any thought from either of them can intervene.

Ava buries her face in that wet heat, her tongue plunging deep into the Russian's cunt, her lips crushing against Yana's splayed labia.

The Russian's taste floods her musky, salty, thick with arousal.

She eats Yana's pussy with desperate hunger, tongue-fucking the hole she just stretched with her fingers, lapping at the walls that clench and flutter around her intrusion.

Yana's hands find Ava's head.

She grabs that dishevelled braided crown, she yanks the German's face harder against her cunt, grinding up into that hungry mouth.

Her hips buck wildly, fucking herself against Ava's tongue, using the Fascist's face like a toy. 'Slurp. Squelch. Suck.'

The wet sounds fill the chamber, mixing with Yana's guttural moans.

Ava's tongue works deeper.

She thrusts it into Yana's cunt in long strokes, then withdraws it to attack the Russian's clit sucking that swollen bud between her lips, flicking it with rapid tongue movements, then diving back into the hungry hole.

She alternates without pattern, keeping Yana on edge, building the pleasure higher and more intense with each shift.

Yana cannot endure this passively.

She wrenches Ava's head up, pulling that talented German mouth away from her cunt with a wet gasp.

Her hands grab the German's shoulders, shoving, twisting, manoeuvring.

They roll together across the warm floor, bodies tangled, until Yana positions herself above Ava's face straddling that blonde head, lowering her dripping pussy onto the German's mouth.

Ava opens her mouth and receives Yana's cunt.

The Russian settles her weight down, smothering Ava in her wet flesh, grinding her pussy across those Germanic lips and tongue.

Her massive breasts sway above, nipples swollen and jutting.

She rides Ava's face with brutal efficiency, hips rocking in slick thrusts that smear her juices across the German's cheeks and chin. Some of her Russian juices even making Ava snort as it drips up her nose.

But Yana wants more than just receiving.

She bends forward, her athletic body folding with surprising flexibility, until her face reaches Ava's splayed legs. Forming a 69 pose.

The German's pussy is spread before her, Ava's dark blonde hair soaked with arousal, pink labia swollen and parted, hole dripping with need. Dripping with want.

Yana licks her lips and dives in.

Their bodies form a closed circuit now.

Yana sits on Ava's face, fucking herself on the German's tongue, while her own mouth buries itself between Ava's thighs.

Two enemies eating each other's cunts, giving and receiving in equal measure, their hatred consumed and overshadowed by hunger, by need, by want, by lust.

Yana's tongue thrusts into Ava's cunt.

She tastes the German's arousal directly thick and musky, flooding her mouth with each lap of her hungry tongue.

Yana works her tongue deep, then shifts to Ava's clit, sucking that stiff nub with aggressive pressure.

Ava's thighs shake around Yana's head.

The German's hips buck upward, grinding her pussy against the Russian's mouth while Yana's cunt grinds down against hers.

Ava's tongue matches Yana's rhythm.

She eats the Russian's pussy with the same intensity she receives, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that builds and builds.

Their moans vibrate through each other's flesh Ava's gasps muffled by Yana's cunt, Yana's groans buried in Ava's pussy.

The sounds merge into a continuous wet noise: 'slurp, squelch, lap, suck.'

Zyx hovers closer, his orange eyes wide with fascination.

Qwerty adjusts his wristband again, and the chamber responds.

The pheromone concentration increases.

The sweet chemical scent becomes nearly solid, clogging their lungs, saturating their blood.

Any remaining rational thought burns away like morning frost under desert sun.

Yana shifts position.

She lifts her cunt from Ava's mouth, turns her body, repositions.

Now she faces away from Ava's pussy her ass hovering above the German's face instead.

She lowers herself down, spreading her athletic ass cheeks with both hands, exposing her tight asshole.

Ava stares up at that offered hole.

The pheromones scream at her to taste it.

To worship it.

Her tongue extends without conscious decision.

She licks across Yana's asshole, tracing the puckered ring with wet strokes.

The Russian's sphincter twitches under the contact.

And even though a short time ago Ava would have retched and vomited at the thought of licking a Russian's ass however tasty. But Ava licks again, harder, pressing her tongue flat against that tight entrance, coating it with saliva.

Yana groans a deep rumbling groan.

Her hands grip her own cheeks wider, spreading herself open, offering Ava more access.

Ava's tongue probes deeper, pushing past the initial resistance of Yana's sphincter, entering the Russian's asshole.

Entering it deep, very deep. Doing the oral equivalent of a colonoscopy. Ava's lips pushing themselves open wide so she can access more of the Russian's asshole.

Yana can feel the wet coolness of the German's tongue deep inside her ass and it is turning her on. She doesn't know why but it is.

Ava probes Yana's ass as if her life depends on it.

The taste is different, earthier, sharper, forbidden in ways that make Ava's cunt clench with additional arousal and additional delight, Additional craving.

She tongue-fucks Yana's ass with growing enthusiasm, licking into that tight channel, rimming the Russian with sloppy dedication.

Yana bends further forward, returning her mouth to Ava's body.

But she bypasses the German's pussy this time.

This time her tongue trails lower, past the sopping cunt, down to Ava's exposed asshole.

The Russian's mouth finds that tight ring and attacks it with hungry precision.

They rim each other simultaneously.

Two tongues buried in two assholes, licking and probing with equal desperation. Each woman, one Russian, one German. That until recently had been ideological enemies. Each trying to outdo each other in their somewhat spontaneous game of anus licking

The wet sounds change, a slurp becomes a lap, as soft flesh yields to insistent tongues.

Yana's sphincter relaxes under Ava's attention, opening slightly, allowing the German's tongue deeper access.

Ava's asshole responds similarly, clenching and releasing around Yana's intrusion, muscles giving way to the Russian's persistent licking.

Ava's hands find Yana's hips.

She pulls the Russian down harder, forcing her tongue deeper into that spreading asshole.

She rims Yana with complete abandon, licking the interior walls, sucking the puckered ring, coating everything in saliva.

Her own ass rises to meet Yana's mouth, offering more, demanding more.

Yana's tongue withdraws from Ava's asshole.

She spits adding lubrication, then diving back in with renewed force.

Her tongue pushes past Ava's sphincter repeatedly, establishing a rhythm of penetration that makes the German's body shake, shake to the point of almost convulsing, sick and wild with lust.

Ava's asshole opens wider under the assault, her ring muscle yielding, soft walls clenching around the tongue that fucks into them.

The pheromones continue their assault.

The chamber's systems pump the chemical cocktail in waves now, each pulse stronger than the last.

Ava's consciousness narrows to a single point: the taste of Yana's ass on her tongue, the sensation of Yana's tongue in her ass, the overwhelming need that burns through every nerve. Yana experiences the same collapse ideology, identity, everything dissolves into pure biological imperative.

Ava's tongue withdraws from Yana's asshole.

She lifts her head, pushing the Russian forward, manoeuvring her onto hands and knees. Yana's athletic body assumes the position spine arched, massive breasts hanging and swaying, ass raised and spread.

Her dripping pussy and loosened asshole both exposed, both offered.

Ava rises behind her.

Her hands find Yana's cunt first four fingers plunging back into that stretched channel, fucking it deep and hard.

The Russian's pussy squelches around the intrusion, walls still swollen and hungry.

Ava thrusts with brutal rhythm, wrist grinding against splayed labia, palm crushing Yana's clit with each downward stroke.

Yana's hips rock back to meet the thrusts. She fucks herself against Ava's hand, cunt clenching and releasing, her juices running freely.

Her head hangs low, blonde hair pooling on the warm floor, moans escaping her throat in continuous waves "Uhhhn, ahhhhhh, Da." Yana softly moans incessantly.

Ava's thumb finds Yana's loosened asshole.

She presses against that wet ring, pushing past the sphincter muscle that her tongue has already relaxed.

Her thumb sinks into Yana's ass while four fingers fill her cunt, both holes penetrated simultaneously.

The Russian screams a raw, broken sound.

Her body shakes violently, her massive tits swinging, her thighs trembling.

Ava works both orifices with coordinated thrusts.

Her fingers fuck Yana's cunt while her thumb reams her asshole, creating counterpoint rhythms that make the Russian's mind fragment entirely.

Yana rocks between the dual penetrations, hips jerking in stuttering circles, her body chasing a pleasure it cannot process.

Yana's cunt stretches wider.

Ava feels the walls loosening further, the channel opening to accommodate more. More of her.

The chamber senses it, senses Yana and Ava's complete and utter surrenders to arousal.

And the pheromones surge again another pulse from the chamber systems, and Ava's hand responds without a conscious command.

She draws her thumb from Yana's ass, repositions, and adds her fifth finger to the cuntal invasion.

Four fingers become five.

Ava's hand forms a wedge, fingertips clustered together, pushing into Yana's pussy alongside the four already buried there.

The Russian's cunt stretches around the increasing bulk Yana's labia splaying wide, the hole opening to swallow the massive intrusion.

'Squelch.' The wet sound grows louder, more obscene.

Yana's thighs shake harder.

Her moans climb toward something beyond sound, pure vocalized need. Pure vocalized want.

Ava pushes deeper.

Her knuckles grind against Yana's stretched entrance, the widest point of her hand approaching the swollen ring that is Yana's quim.

The Russian's cunt walls ripple around the invasion, clutching and yielding in alternating waves, forced open by relentless pressure.

Yana's hips buck backward, seeking more despite the burning stretch, her cunt hungry for a deeper filling.

The widest part of Ava's hand reaches Yana's entrance.

Five fingers buried to the knuckles, palm following, the thick base of her hand stretching that swollen ring to its limit.

Yana's sphincter-like cunt muscles grip the intrusion, fighting and yielding simultaneously, stretched around the brutal bulk.

The Russian's breath comes in ragged gasps as she is brutally, relentlessly fisted.

"AAhhh, AAhhh, fuck." The words escaping without meaning, pure sound expressing pure sensation.

Ava pauses at the widest point.

She holds her hand there, letting Yana's cunt adjust to the stretch, feeling those walls flutter and clutch.

Then she pushes past. Her hand slips through the tight ring, knuckles popping inside, fist burying itself in Yana's female channel.

The Russian's cunt swallows Ava's hand to the wrist.

Yana screams again longer, louder, broken into stuttering fragments.

Her cunt clamps around the fist inside her, walls stretched beyond any previous limit, swollen flesh gripping Ava's wrist at the entrance.

The Russian's body shakes continuously now, massive breasts heaving, sweat running down her athletic spine, juices flooding around the wrist that stuffs her hole.

A wrist attached to an arm that a day or so she would have gladly chopped off.

Ava holds her fist inside Yana.

She feels the Russian's internal walls clutching her hand, rippling with spasms that have no rhythm, only a desperate intensity.

She twists her fist slightly rotating it within that stretched, mangled channel and Yana's scream becomes something guttural, something animal.

The Russian's hips jerk wildly, her body chasing sensation it cannot control.

Ava begins fisting Yana with deliberate strokes.

She withdraws partially, pulling her fist back until the knuckles stretch that swollen ring again, then drives forward, burying herself to the wrist.

Each thrust draws wet sounds squelch, smack, slurp as Yana's cunt floods with juices that run down Ava's forearm.

Each thrust makes the Russian's body buck and shake, her moans escalating toward something terminal.

Yana's hands clutch the warm floor. Her nails scrape against the smooth surface, searching for purchase, finding none.

She exists only as a body being fisted a hole stretched around a fist that pounds into her, walls forced open with each thrust, swollen flesh gripping and yielding in waves of overwhelming sensation.

Ava's free hand finds Yana's hanging breast.

She grabs that massive tit, squeezes the soft flesh, pinches the huge pink nipple with rough fingers.

Yana's back arches, thrusting her chest into Ava's grip, offering more.

The dual assault, fist in cunt, hand on breast makes the Russian's mind collapse entirely. There is nothing left but sensation.

Nothing left but the fist that fucks her open and the fingers that maul her tit.

The chamber walls pulse faster now, colours cycling through impossible spectrums. The floor's heartbeat rhythm climbs toward something frantic.

Zyx and Qwerty hover closer, their oval eyes shifting through shades that human vision cannot name, their wristbands glowing with intensifying patterns.

Yana's cunt spasms around Ava's fist.

The walls clamp down with crushing force, gripping the buried hand, rippling with waves that build toward climax.

The Russian's moans become continuous a single long sound broken only by desperate gasps for breath.

Her thighs shake violently.

Her asshole twitches in sympathy, puckering and releasing with each cunt spasm.

Ava twists her fist again.

She rotates within Yana's clenching hole, grinding her knuckles against Yana's swollen walls, stretching the Russian from inside.

The added sensation pushes Yana past the edge.

Her orgasm crashes through her violent, overwhelming, all body-consuming.

Yana's cunt clamps in rhythmic spasms around the fist buried inside her.

Waves of muscular contraction grip and release, grip and release, milking Ava's hand with desperate intensity.

The Russian's entire body shakes massive tits heaving in Ava's grip, her athletic spine arching and collapsing, thighs trembling beyond control.

Juices flood from her stretched hole, running down Ava's forearm, pooling on the warm floor beneath them.

Her scream reaches maximum volume a raw, primal sound that fills the chamber and echoes off the pulsing walls.

Ava holds her fist in place through Yana's orgasm.

She feels every spasm, every clench, every wave of muscular desperation that grips her buried hand.

She keeps her grip on Yana's breast, pinching the nipple through the climax, extending the Russian's pleasure beyond its natural duration.

The orgasm eventually subsides. Yana's cunt spasms weaken, becoming irregular fluttering rather than crushing grips.

Her moans fade to whimpers, her body still trembling but no longer convulsing.

Her stretched hole remains wide around Ava's wrist even in relaxation, the Russian's cunt cannot close, fucked open beyond recovery.

Ava withdraws her fist slowly.

She pulls back through Yana's swollen ring, knuckles stretching that battered entrance one final time, hand emerging with a wet 'pop.'

The Russian's cunt gapes--hole spread wide, walls visible through the opening, labia splayed and swollen, juices continuing to drip from the fucked-out hole.

Yana collapses forward onto the warm floor.

Her massive breasts cushion her fall, squashing beneath her, nipples still swollen and raw. Her athletic body lies prone, trembling with aftershocks, cunt still gaping and leaking.

She pants against the floor surface, breath coming in ragged gasps, mind empty of everything except the echo of sensation.

Ava stares at her hand, coated in Yana's juices, wrist to fingertips, dripping with the Russian's arousal.

The pheromones continue their assault, but something has shifted. The desperate frenzy has achieved its first culmination. The chemical hunger remains, but it has found temporary satisfaction.

Yana's body stirs. The aftershocks fade. Her head rises, blonde hair tangled and wild, blue eyes finding Ava with an expression stripped of hatred.

What remains in those eyes is something rawer, acknowledgment, perhaps, or simply the recognition of a shared experience beyond ideology.

The chamber floor vibrates beneath them.

The walls pulse in descending colours, orange-red fading toward purple.

Zyx and Qwerty exchange glances, their oval eyes shifting through analytical shades.

One of them, Qwerty, the cautious one adjusts his wristband with deliberate movements.

The pheromone concentration shifts. Not decreasing, changing.

The sweet chemical scent acquires new notes, different compounds joining the mixture.

The women's bodies respond immediately.

Exhaustion fades. Hunger rebuilds. The circuit is not complete. The experiment continues.

Yana rises from the floor.

Her athletic body moves with renewed energy despite the fisting she has just endured.

Her gaping cunt still leaks juices, but her muscles respond to the new chemical flood.

She faces Ava with something that is no longer hatred and not yet surrender.

Her hands reach out for the German.

Ava meets her.

Their bodies collide again, breast to breast, mouth finding mouth this time, lips crushing together in a kiss that tastes of cunt and ass and mutual obsession.

Their hands roam across each other's battered skin, grabbing, squeezing, pulling closer.

The chamber watches. The experiment continues.

Two women who should hate each other beyond reason now cannot remember why. The pheromones have burned away everything except the flesh, and the flesh knows only one truth: it wants more.