Kalisha frowned, and was about to inform Sita that she’d inadvertently been anti-human and racist against Sudaish peoples with the use of that term, even if it had been meant in support of her. But she swallowed that back; there would be a time and place to discuss the complicated power balance between human and nonhuman as well as the different races and ethnicities of humanity. But for now, she was too horny to care.
“Of all four of the women you’ve met in recent years, I’m surprised I’m the last to get your cock,” Kalisha growled as she spread her ochre pussy lips to reveal a bright pink, throbbing hole, revealing that she had secretly been playing with herself in the tub the entire time. “Do you like my new hair?” she then asked about her landing strip just above her mound. “Well, show me by plowing me, then, love,” she whispered as she slipped into the
Mirawi accent of her mother, her mother’s mother, on down to the root of her line, as opposed to the hybrid Caledorian accent that had been imposed on her before her mother died, before her and her father moved.
Kalisha now lost her train of thought as she gripped Sita’s shaft, held it aloft like a weapon, straddled it and then slipped her mating sword deep inside the rancher’s wet, ready sheath. At last this mighty cock belonged to her.
And then she gasped, her eyes glowing white with energy as she slipped into a
souldance and dragged Sita under with her. It was as if they were in a shared dream now while she was bouncing on her cock. Without even turning her head, she could see some
mysterious tree appearing out of nowhere behind the bathtub, while a chorus of voices sang
The Song of Kalisha. Even the thunder rumbled in time with it, and she had no idea why.
What was clear, and overwhelming, was that she could feel the pleasure and faintly hear the psychic songs of Sita, Sajida and Chloe, even through the door to Sita’s bedroom (where Sajida was tasting Chloe’s virgin pussy with her enthusiastic urging while Sajida straddled the pilot’s mouth and directed Chloe to do the same.) She could also see red energy coming from Sita’s eyes, black energy from Chloe’s (probably something to do with the Darkness), and curiously- even though Sajida was a vampire-
blue energy from her eyes.
And a third blue eye on her forehead, indicating great power or spiritual awareness.
In any event, Kalisha saw that she had her old arm back for a while, only for it to dissolve into not only smoke but agony and despair as if they were physical things her whole being could feel, only for the mechanical arm she built to reassemble itself before her eyes. Then Kalisha became compelled to sing her song in a voice that was more robotic and less identifiable. Her heart confessed that she wondered how much of her was human and how much clockwork, that she was torn between the two worlds of her parents- Sudaish and Jogan, and that she also wondered about their gender. But Sita, or her imagination of her didn't seem to flinch at gazing upon her artificial parts, and seeing her whole soul, human or not, encompass both organic and inorganic material.
Fusion of the most wonderful kind, perhaps.