“Yeeahh,” Christa moans out as her orgasm sweeps over her.

She feels a soul-deep sense of triumph as she spurts thick ropes of cum all over Aire’s face.

Pieces of herself fade away with every spurt, but that doesn’t matter. She’s not losing anything that would stop her from stroking herself off.

Cumming means she’s right. She’s proving it. Aire will have to believe her now.

Painting Aire’s face in cum proves she’s still in complete control of herself.

Once she's done shuddering in pleasure and has enough control over herself to speak, she says, “See? M’fine. So I can cum as much as I want.”

Aire carefully cleans the cum off her face and licks it all up. She was trapped in this cave for long enough to have gotten very familiar with her own strawberry milkshake flavor. Spending a week or two in an aphrodisiac-induced fugue state, fantasizing about when she’d get to do something like what she’s doing now was often the best way to pass the time.

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure that you’re fine, I suppose you must be right. As long as you don’t fuck me, I suppose we don’t have anything to worry about.”

Christa strokes her cock, staring into Aire’s eyes dazedly.

She’s been using her hand this whole time and it already feels this good.

What would a pussy feel like?

“Fuck you?”

Aire reclines back and spreads her legs. Then she reaches between her thighs to spread her labia and give Christa a glimpse of heaven.

“Yeah, fuck me. As long as you don’t do something stupid like cum inside me, you should be okay.”

Christa stumbles forward. Aire’s pussy looks perfect. She needs it.

She moves to line up her cock and thrust inside.

“Are you sure you want to put your cock in my pussy? It’s dangerous. It’ll make you cum lots.”

Christa moans. That’s what she wants.

She’ll be fine.

When she presses her cockhead against Aire’s entrance, her fluids produce a pleasant tingling warmth.

She wants to know what it feels like to have that soaking into her cock.

She thrusts.

Aire’s pussy doesn’t just look perfect, it feels it as well. It’s tight enough that there’s noticeable resistance pushing her way inside, and by the time Christa bottoms out inside her she’s nearly insensate with pleasure.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Aire whispers into Christa’s ear. “Cumming in me would feel even better.”

She wraps her legs around Christa’s hips and twines her arms together behind Christa’s head, squishing their chests together pleasantly. She’s in the perfect position to watch Christa’s face as she destroys herself.

She's not really bothering to hide what she is, at this point. That's part of the fun. Making it easier and easier on her toys, as they lose more and more of themselves to the pleasure, and still having them fail.

Christa doesn’t notice. Barely even could notice. Her whole mind is absorbed by the pleasure she’s feeling and her yearning desire for more. Aire feels so good that Christa’s lost conscious control of her body. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as her hips holds her there, as deep into Aire as she can be, pressing tightly against her, greedy to be even deeper. Aire’s fluids soaking into her cock feels good enough to get her off even if she didn’t move. But she wants to cum now. Her desire for orgasm grows frantic as it eludes her.

In her urgency, she pulls back to thrust back in. Her hips slam forward again of their own volition. She works her cock in and out of Aire’s pussy obsessively, chasing the orgasm she knows is waiting for her a few thrusts away.

It’s upon her blessedly quickly.

This orgasm makes the ones she felt earlier seem like those she had before she had her (perfect, wonderful, feelssogood) cock. It races through her mind, too much for it to contain, and bursts its banks.

That same sense of triumph from her last orgasm floods her mind. She giggles, overcome with joy along with the pleasure. Her heart swells with pride as if she’s just accomplished something difficult. She feels the warm glow of knowing that she’s doing the right thing.

All of that is secondary to the pleasure. The way it seductively whispers to her is louder, cumming in Aire’s pussy. Who cares what she’s losing, it doesn’t matter. This matters. Pulsing throbbing ooey-gooey pleasure.

“You’re risking cumming away everything you are, you know. Do you even care, or is it all worth it for one more spurt?”

After she comes down from pumping what feels like half a liter of cum and at least a third of who she is as a person into Aire’s cunt it’s finally too much for her to convince herself that she isn’t losing enough for it to be dangerous.

Does she care?

Aire’s pussy squeezes.

Christa’s cock throbs.

The memory of orgasm pulls temptingly at her thoughts.

No. She doesn’t.

She wants to cum again.

“Well, if you’re so interested in more pleasure, why don’t I just remove that pesky protection on you? Your next orgasm would be so strong it’d wipe most of your brain clean, but you don’t care about that, right? What does it matter if you forget your own name? Even after your mind’s mostly gone, you’ll still be able to cum. That’s all that matters, right?”

This could feel even better?

Christa’s pleasure-addled mind doesn’t care about the rest of it.

“Yesh. Make. Make it bett’r. Need it.”

“Well, if you’re absolutely sure…”

And she does.

Christa hadn’t actually realized that she could get even hornier.

Her lust rises and rises and rises until the sheer hotness of being inside Aire is enough to trigger an orgasm. It’s better than all of the others but somehow that’s still not enough.

As she orgasms she frantically thrusts her cock in and out of Aire, suddenly desperate for it to feel even better. She feels Aire’s pussy convulse rhythmically on her cock, but doesn’t have the presence of mind to realize that means Aire’s cumming. What she does notice is the way that her pleasure immediately doubles.

The orgasm grows and grows, filling her mind more and more. As it does, it pushes out everything else. More and more of her memories fade with every pulse. Along with them goes everything she cares about more complicated than simple hunger for pleasure.

And it doesn’t stop. As long as she keeps thrusting, her orgasm keeps going.

Gonna cum forever, she thinks dreamily.

As she cums and cums and cums she spurts out everything the pleasure persuades her is worth less than it is.

There’s nothing in her own mind worth thinking about or paying attention to besides how nice it feels to cum.

Making decisions is easy; which option will let her orgasm? No need for complicated thoughts.

What use are words? She doesn’t need those to reach down and stroke her cock, or to thrust into Aire’s pussy.

She cums it all out to make space for more pleasure.

Even after its clear that that the pleasure has done as much damage to Christa's mind as it can, Aire continues to enjoy it for a while. But not forever. This is nice, but eventually she decides she wants to do it all over again more than she wants to luxuriate in her victory.

It’s easy enough for her to reach into her pet’s mind and just turn it off while its not needed.

As far as Christa's concerned she will cum forever. Her mind's too broken and addicted to pleasure now to do anything else while it’s online.

Aire has no memories in a world in which things as malicious as her exist. She is aware of how dangerous a situation that puts her in. So, she keeps her main body with her pet in her cave and sends off her secondary body out into the world. If the worst should happen and it dies, it would merely be the work of a few orgasms with her pet to replace it. Her pet, however, she thinks is perhaps precious enough not to risk so easily.

And so, off she goes, keen to find another toy to play with.