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In retrospect, it had been a bad idea to follow the strange ghost-light.

Jack had been walking home late at night. Quiet ruled. Not another living soul in sight. The light had appeared like a guttering candle. It flashed, as if trying to impart a hidden message. Maybe it was trying to tell him to stay away. To turn and run. However, like a moth to flame, he had followed.

There was no telling when the young man transitioned. The road had simply evaporated under him, replaced by an alien expanse.

Whirling around, he was surrounded by the strange new plane.

A dying sun yawed through the heavens, massive and cyclopean. Like a wound in the very sky, it bore closer resemblance to a black hole, the center charred from entropy. The corona of the star burned in a pale, sickly blue. Flickering cinders were all that remained to light Jack's way. Perhaps it had been the sun to pluck him from his home and deposit him on this barren land. It seemed like a defiant thing, refusing to give up the last world it still gave succor.

There were fields. Endless plains of perfectly flat white marble. For a while, Jack was certain that he had died and been sent to purgatory. If the light had been any brighter, the fields would have been utterly blinding. Even so, it hurt his eyes to stare at the horizon. The pale rock stretched out as far as Jack could see. The only thing at first to break the monotony of the marble, were the long black veins that shot through the stone.

In time of wandering he came across a large pile of pulverized black marble. From titanic blocks to fist sized hunks, the dark metamorphic rock was colored with cracks of gold and silver. Scaling the large mound he tried to survey the area in any attempt to get his bearings. Higher up he got a taste of faint sterile wind. Off in the distance he saw what appeared to be a grove of trees sprouting out of the stone. Large rivers of marble veins converged on the area. The similarity to a circulatory system was unnerving. Some of the twisted growths were absolutely massive, reaching twisted limbs up to claw at the twilight sky. Large white sacs hung from the leafless branches and smaller orbs hung on lower ones.

Movement across the fields caught Jack's eye.

It was a group of people! He counted at least five. It was so far he could not discern any details. The shapes were unmistakably human though. They were close to the edge of the treeline. Just as Jack was about to stand and try and meet up with them, a disturbance extended outward from the center of the grove. A surge like a heartbeat pulsed through the woods. Those strange milky pods near the heavier branches stirred. Five of them were lowered to the ground nearby the group of people. As soon as they touched the ground they burst, exploding outward in a shower of amniotic fluid.

Quadrupedal monsters, one for each person, unfolded. They were born of white marble, limbs encased in pale stone with long sleek bodies of connective tissue like that of the swirling black arteries. Wasting no time, the hunters all converged on a different target. Only one person even had a chance to turn and run. Jack could not see details, and he was grateful for it. He only saw the golems jump on the people until they no longer moved.

Even so far away, he still saw the blood.

Heart racing, Jack put a hand over his mouth and just watched in frozen terror. Once they were done, the beasts wandered away into the forest which had grown still. Not daring to approach the fallen, or the trees lest the same fate befall him, Jack had picked out a far off mountain and set off towards that, hoping to find anything resembling salvation. He hoped he would run into living people and warn them before what he had witnessed happened again.

That had been three days ago by his best estimate.

There was no way to keep track save by how many times he had stopped to sleep. Large, perfectly hexagonal indents in the ground occasionally were filled with soft piles of quartz sand. It was better than having a rock pillow. Stone dust gave his jeans, black t-shirt, and shoes a chalky finish. He was fairly certain it was in his hair too. To conserve battery he had shut off his phone after determining there was no reception to earth. He had then scaled the next mountain and used that vantage point to chart a rough path from landmark to landmark. Using a pen and his small, pocket notebook to make sketches he reckoned that by traveling in a straight line he would have to hit something eventually.

The young man passed by wonders and horrors in equal measure through his travels.

Mountains of broken stone gave way to piles of marble cubes taller still. Many were split open by flows of crystalline quartz, as if the carbon had erupted like magma. While scaling one of the geometric formations, Jack picked up an intact square block no bigger than his fist. When he looked closely, the patterns in the stone seemed to writhe, moving into forms that looked at once strange and familiar. The edge of meaning blurred. Time seemed to bend, distorting as he chased understanding. On and on the symbols twisted, always just barely out of reach. Whispers just beyond hearing. Down the corridors of his mind, Jack hunted to tame the paradox. Seizing the aberrant tumor of logic freed the young man from the spell.

The sun had moved where he had not. Still looking at the symbols, Jack deciphered the cube successfully only to determine it carried just a single mournful word.

' Once.'

He decided not to pick up another.

Another time he passed a lake of oil. As Jack walked by, shoes sinking into a beach of crushed obsidian that glittered in the fading light of the blue star, the heavy waves seemed to reach towards him. Arterial branches of the greater plains snaked through the beach into the lake, is if to feed from it. Motion kicked the young man's instincts into looking out across the ebon pool at the figure that hovered a stone's throw away, inches above the surface. Jack blinked once and the silhouette was gone. Echoes on the oil rippled, and were destroyed by the flow of the tide before they reached the shore, too weak to do anything other than fade.

Shaking his head in weariness, the traveler carried on. And yet, his steps felt easier. His burden just a little lighter.

Everything in the world seemed monochrome. After getting used to it once hour upon hour had dragged by, a sudden break in the clean uniformity of the world unnerved the young man. Monoliths of crimson iron pierced the skin of the plane like infected sutures. Streaks of ugly reddish-orange bled onto surrounding stone where the metal had been sunk into the ground. Age had not peeled the iron so much as made its layers liquefy as the dead metal decomposed. The structure soared at least fifty feet straight up. As Jack circled it, he saw the titanic slabs met at obtuse angles, tightening in towards a central space.

Though heavily pitted, the young man found a slit in one of the monumental barriers and peered inside. A single diseased eye rolled in its protuberant socket to look back at him. Cataracts dribbled from the pupil. Decaying limbs crunched messily underneath the creature as it rolled towards Jack. The heaving mass of rot launched its bulk against bars of its prison with the wail of a hundred bloated corpses deflating. Despite its age and wear, the cell held and the beast accomplished little other than a dull, wet, thud.

Horrified, Jack turned and ran until red was long gone from the horizon and his legs collapsed. Then he ran some more.

As the days passed, blurring together, hunger and thirst were what haunted his aching steps.

Every now and then in the ground hexagons he found bubbling wellsprings of fresh water, left with little choice other than to drink it. The traveler had no way of boiling or filtering the liquid so he could only hope he did not fall sick to some parasite or toxin. With thirst at least manageable, it was likely starvation that would do him in. He had slowed his pace considerably, taking frequent breaks to conserve as much energy as he could.

The trees were his only option. In the wider plains there were sparser groves and even solitary specimens like the ones from the forest, that grew in the desolation. Jack had avoided them all like the plague.

Scouting out one of the standalone growths, he saw what looked like food growing from the branches. However, the strange sacs were there too. He had tried to find one of them without the deadly packages and been unsuccessful. Jack could only hope that either running or fighting would let him live to see another day. That did not mean he would go unprepared. From a shard of crystal and a frayed strip of denim from the hem of his jeans he fashioned a primitive knife. It was crude, yet its edge was more than sharp enough to pierce flesh.

Creeping as close to the plant as the famished youth dared, he dropped into a dead sprint the rest of the way. Adrenaline and hunger spurred him to great speed. As he closed the gap, he saw that the small alabaster orbs hung a lot higher than he had thought. The distance was deceptive. Even with a superhuman leap, spring-boarding off the trunk, he could not reach the fruit. Panting and desperate, he picked up a loose stone and considered trying to throw it in order to dislodge the bounty when the young man felt something behind him. Heart beating so fast it felt like the organ was about to explode out of his chest, Jack watched a pod from the upper branches lower directly in front of him. Trapped between the huge roots of the tree, his only way forward was blocked.

The pod grew massive, the leathery surface undulating with barely contained motion. It continued to grow until it touched the ground and split wide open. No, detonated with new life. Bursting like an overripe melon, chunks of egg and birthing liquor coated the ground in tribute to the violent genesis of its occupant. From the tree was born a piece of the land itself. An avatar of the marble trees. Like an immune system agent dispatched to combat an infection.

The Enforcer stood as the plane's response to the most dire threats. Massive exoskeletal plating covered the chest, back, arms, and legs. Other parts had more flexible protection. Its arms were bifurcated at the elbow, leading to four limbs that ended in four fingered talons to grapple even the most elusive targets. The entity was a glossy black except for a perfectly smooth, featureless white marble face-plate that meant it had no weakness like eyes or nose to be exploited by an attacker. It was fed information by less centralized senses. Psionically sensitive tendrils sprouted from the back of the creature's head, writhing slowly, tasting the air. The Enforcer balanced on the balls of wide, quad digit feet. Huge hook claws designed to bear down prey clicked on the stone. A branch of skeletal support bisected the tibia of the creature, giving it almost organic hydraulic pursuit capability.

To Jack's eyes, it had unmistakably feminine curves. Its bust was wide, waist narrow, and hips generous. It was designed sleek and deadly, not as a predator, but as a killer. The other creatures spawned by the trees were meant to hunt down Intruders. The Enforcer was built to stop a threat. It had been born standing, ready in a moment to exterminate whatever hazard made its existence necessary.

That featureless visage and deadly intent turned towards Jack.

Something tickled the back of his neck. An intent pushed against the base of his skull, then probed deep into the meat of his brain. He felt the intrusion. It was not subtle. Immediate clarity overtook him. The creature was psychic, trying to probe him, understand him. It was commanding him to be still, to listen. To obey. Entering a combat stance, the young man held his stone knife out in front of himself defensively.

Jack pushed back, forcing the presence entirely from his mind. The Enforcer visibly recoiled. Regarding the human with new insight, it reached out a paired arm and called a weapon to its grasp. The land answered the call of its defender, a broad-bladed marble spear flowing out of the tree. Freshly armed, the Enforcer then launched forward physically. It covered twenty feet faster than his eyes could follow. Two hands grabbed him, pushing him down into the roots of the tree while the other pair held the spear pointed at his heart. The hunk of dead crystal he had intended to defend himself with clattered uselessly to one side. Tendrils flared behind the Enforcer's head. Jack saw his reflection in the thing's eyeless gaze.

_Comply.

Obey.

Submit._

The creature's crude probing manifested as roughly translated feelings. Jack felt the pressure on his skull magnify tenfold. Even so, he maintained focus. He instinctually knew the thing was reacting to a different kind of danger. The others had been physical intruders, not metaphysical threats, so the land had responded with things capable of eliminating them. When Jack had touched the tree, it had understood the mental presence and deployed something equipped to answer the hazard. The young man felt the compulsion to do as the being commanded, yet the urge was weak, as easily dismissed as he would any other impulse. It was like being asked to take a seat, and choosing to stand. Clearly this thing was not about to be overpowered by raw strength. It massively outmatched him physically.

But mentally...

Jack felt the telepathic attack attempt to go deeper, yet could read the thing's growing frustration at not being able to scratch his mental fortress. It was as simple as imagining a wall. Then he visualized the wall closing in. The presence was willy, avoiding his counter, yet he sunk mental hooks that dug deep into the Enforcer's cognitive identity. It tugged back, thrashing its psyche to free itself.

"Get off me." He spoke in conjunction with his thought, helping to sharpen the command with duality. The beast recoiled as if struck a physical blow, almost thrown bodily off him, dropping its weapon with a clatter. Jack stood with hand raised, fingers splayed, palm out.

"Down. On your knees. Obey." His eyes burned with an inner fire. Conviction turned into razor blades of intent. The creature tried to shake its head, the mouth tucked below its mask opening, glimmering fangs catching the eternal twilight of the realm. All four of its clawed hands went to its smooth, featureless face, reflecting confusion in the sleek metamorphic stone.

No.

It was fighting him with all its worth. But it was a match before the maelstrom. Jack's will crashed onto, over, and through the core of the creature. Its psychic call was no more than a whisper compared to the apocryphal authority that Jack wielded.

"Down!" He shouted, gritting his teeth and drawing on potency that surged to the forefront of himself. An identity, a calling that had lain dormant was awakening. A glorious surety seized the young man. At his word, an invisible hand pushed the otherworldly being down. Its shoulders hunched and legs buckled.

Will not. Can not.

"I said, KNEEL!" Jack's command made the marble veins boil and the Enforcer's knees crashed to the ground. A righteous indignation rose up from a part of his soul that was buried somewhere deep under his skin and that at last was now stirring. He stood over it, panting. Its forehead scraped the rock and all four of its arms splayed outward in vanquished prostration.

Please, supreme lord, forgive this one. Forgiveness. Warden. This one obeys the Warden.

Without the thundering intonation, the being's projected voice was distinctly feminine to Jack's ears. The creature took a moment of confusion to recognize the concept of self before speaking more softly.

This one is sorry. I sor... I am sorry. Sorrowful. Did not know. I bow to the might of the Wardens. Bow. Compliance to will. To law.

The Enforcer turned its palms up in submission and supplication, keeping its face on the stone.

What can this one do for the Warden?

"I'm hungry." Jack said, stomach growling painfully.

The Enforcer stood as if electrified, stepping past Jack and up to the tree. Grasping the gnarled branches, the creature rose up to its full height before climbing up the trunk, easily reaching into the bounty offered by the trees to the worthy. Jack watched her work, seeing the long tentacles dangling almost to her mid-back. It brought the branches holding the fruit low, examining the different offerings. Face-plate turning rapidly, it selected crop seemingly at random then dropped back to the ground. With an apple in each hand, it went down again on its knees, offering up the fruit.

Please. Take. Eat. These are good. Warden is human. Warden will be sustained by these.

Cautiously, Jack took one of the apple-like things, ready for her to grab him and crush his skull. It was strange fruit yet he bit down. Though the outer peel was crisp like an apple, the inside was more like a peach. Whatever their nature, the rich flesh was tender, juicy, and just the right blend of sweet and tart. There was no core to speak of. Only an inedible stem kept Jack from eating the whole thing. After devouring all four, he sat down on a conveniently shaped root, feeling drained. The Enforcer gazed intently up at him, head feelers waving languidly in an unseen wind.

What can this one do? What does the Warden require?

Jack considered the Enforcer and himself. He felt immense relief at finally having some food in his belly. What should he do? Everything was still a bit of a shock. She tried to follow his thoughts, but they flicked by too quickly for her to read. His psionic presence ebbed and flowed in shape and color like a kaleidoscope of fractal patterns. His eyes strayed unbidden to the Enforcer's chest. It did not have breasts, obviously. Thick pectoral plating mimicked the shape, adding bulk to its upper body. Down the sternum, thinner, more flexible, overlapping plates ran down to a taut, slim belly. Jack glanced up at the Enforcer's face, not certain how much she could tell that he was looking at her. He was curious as to just how tame she was. When Jack stepped closer, she buried her face back in the ground. He wanted to ask her if it was okay to touch her. She read his mind's direction and intent. The Enforcer raised her arm for him to examine. She was made for him. She belonged to him.

Reaching out tentatively, he brushed the ebony forearm protection. When she did not snatch his arm from its socket, the young man felt emboldened. Her rock-like exoskeleton was cool to the touch while the connective skin that made up her joints and everywhere meant for greater flexibility was warmer. Looking at her up close, he saw magnificent striations of color that shot through the dense black marble. It almost seemed pink, yet on catching the light it was more of a golden hue.

Needing something to call her, Jack thought of the elegant waves of glimmering rose gold that wove its way across the Enforcer's body.

"Rose." He murmured out loud. Though the creature did not respond with words, he felt the psychic echo of adoration and awe from the eldritch being. Embarrassed at her response, young Jack followed his curiosity through and reached up to grasp a single strand of the nest of serpent-like protrusions that sprouted from the back of the Enforcer's head. It was plush, like the skin of a dolphin or manta ray. Wiggling lazily, the psionically sensitive organ glowed a mellow blue where he made contact. Jack was enchanted by the alien. Now that she was not trying to kill him, his fear evaporated before the burning eagerness to understand her. He felt that by knowing Rose, he could comprehend the plane.

A new hunger rose up inside Jack now that his stomach had time to settle. A deeper, guiding instinct to not just symbolically tame and subdue this creature, but the land it represented as a whole. Rose held an allure to Jack that he did not understand. The salacious inclination came from the same hidden place where his awakening had begun. If for nothing else, he found the elegance of her form pleasing to look at.

My... Warden? This form pleases you? This one does not...

The questioning words formed in Jack's ears in the least intrusively offensive way the Enforcer could address him. Rose looked up at him and brought her right hands up to her chest as her heart quickened and breathing grew heavy. She understood that the Warden wanted something from her. Of her. Of her body? Would he not be happier with one of her more graceful sisters? The concept of gender, male, female, and how the two fit together grew into knowledge and comprehension. Once the idea of... Exploring Rose in a more intimate way formed in Jack's mind, hormones, and a body starved for too long of sexual contact took over. She examined his desires, took his urges within herself, following what his instincts nudged her into. Just brushing his mind let her understand the scope of his lust. It stirred something between her legs.

Rose quailed before the raw implacability of carnal fury levied against her. Shuddered under the weight of it. Though in strength of form among her sisters she had no equal, the might of this human Warden made his will like a tangible force bearing down upon her. She was as placid as a pond before the crashing tidal wave of ruttish need. Just as when the young man had first subdued Rose, the thought-forms passed over and through her. The Enforcer's will was not her own and her body bent to a greater authority. Jack could tell the creature was overwhelmed by the mental taste of his appetite. Desires of a physical nature were supposed to be anathema to Rose. She was a splintered fragment of the wider plane. The reason for her animation had been to subdue a threat, nothing more.

Please, Warden. Guide. Tell this one what to do. Forgive... My vessel must be taught.

On hands and knees she crawled to a spot in the tree's roots where she could properly present her body as an offering to serve her Warden. Her chest plates came to rest in a shallow dip and her knees stretched very far apart, taloned feet going wider still to hike her hips into the air. Her backside was turned up, letting Jack have full and complete access to her privates. Only submission assuaged the pressure on her. Assuming such a vulnerable position was calming, following the drive that Jack was projecting onto the Enforcer. She could not help but radiate the surprise she felt at his fleshy inclinations. However, Rose could feel how he wanted her.

My flesh. My body. My heart is yours. This one is your servant. I live to follow, to service. To... To... Copulate with you.

Tucked protectively between her legs right where a human's pussy would be was the entrance to the Enforcer's exotic genitalia. The simple fact that she was even equipped with a gender, and a form capable of mating with a male was interesting to Jack. It was intoxicating to have this fearsome creature at his command. Having a willing female ready to do whatever he wanted keenly reminded Jack of just how long it had been since he had partaken of the fairer sex.

Rose's anatomy was truly alien. Eight slim tendrils were woven together into a knot that blended in with the surrounding skin, yet on closer inspection were obvious. Rose's position was what had been designed into her in order to cause her sex to bulge slightly, making it easier to play with. Jack was reminded of a Celtic knot because of the way the strands fit together.

He felt no fear touching her, reaching his whole palm up to cup her mound. Jack felt intense heat radiating from the protective bundle of coils. Rose jumped a little at the contact, feeling not just the touch, but also Jack's satisfaction and sexual curiosity. This was a part that she barely knew herself. Forming coherent thoughts was difficult so she simply glowed with waves of ecstasy. She was gently urging Jack to do more. Delve further. Let her body please him. His lust had sparked independent urges that washed through her psionics into his own, blending the lurid instincts of them both. His desires became hers.

Please, enjoy me. Pour your lust-thoughts inside. This one shall be your conduit. Inside. Within. Please. Please. I beg.

Caressing the snarl of tiny protrusions, Jack was more than horny enough to unravel the secrets this female had. For a while he kept his whole hand between her legs, groping her lady-bits. The surrounding hide was surprisingly supple and was easily kneaded by hand. She felt unworthy of so much attention, yet made no protests, knowing that Jack was doing what he wanted. She was a vector for his libidinous gratification.

Drawing back his palm, he gave more attention to the center. He rubbed his fingers over the outer surface of the tendrils as they grew plump and spongy with arousal. Moving in small circles he applied a bit of pressure as Rose grew visibly excited. Just his fingertip managed to nudge its way between the knotted appendages. With a few tentacles loosened, Jack pushed his finger deeper to get under a pair and pull them out for his scrutiny.

The tentacles were slightly longer and thinner than his fingers. And were very sensitive. Each had more nerve bundles purely for sexual pleasure than a human female's clitoris. As well as being prehensile. At his contact, her clitoral tendrils wrapped lightly around his fingers, urging him to touch her more. With her thoughts transparent as glass, her yearning transmitted directly to Jack. His fingertips stroked the petals broadly. The tentacles felt as delicate as a sea anemone, undulating and imploring to be petted. The young man found playing with the tendrils pleasant and arousing.

When he grabbed the pair of feelers between his thumb, index, and middle finger, Rose cried out in rapture. Freed of the larger bundle, he turned them over and saw the underside was the same rich pink gold that ran in streaks over the rest of the Enforcer. His fingers played her muscular hydrostats like a musical instrument. Her pleasure centers sang with coruscating energy. Jack was able to read exactly where to push, where to squeeze, and where to stroke the appendages to bring her to climax. Her psionic emanations instinctually guided his ministrations.

My War-W-W-Warde-Ah! Ah! This one... I... Your serv-ah!-ant. I am... I feel something! What is happen-AH!?

Rose succumbed to orgasm. Haunches quivering, each of her crotch tentacles tightened. Some around Jack's digits and some just constricted further into Rose while her tunnel churned, grasping at nothing. Thick, clear fluid leaked from the Enforcer's flower. Her cum flowed sluggishly down her belly before dripping onto the tree roots. Her mouth, tucked under her mask, hung open, panting, while she gripped the roots with all four of her hands for support. Even her long head tendrils hung limp. She did not know what word to put to the convulsions that had gripped her from toe to tendril until Jack's mind put the proper vernacular into her mind.

The exterior of Rose's vulva bloomed. At last fully relaxed, the dainty tendrils of her feminine anatomy opened like a lotus, laying bare the entrance they had hidden. Golden insides glistened wetly. Her labia formed a more familiar teardrop-like slit with a urethra near the top. Jack thought of it as a cunt because there really was no better analogue. It was a girl, and had sexual organs, no matter how strange they might have been. Grabbing two of the pussy-tentacles with either hand, he pulled her open. This action elicited a mental cry of distress from the female. She was sensitive and over-stimulated.

Very tiny cephalic suckers started at the inner base of her groin's stalks and corkscrewed back into her more cetacean tunnel. The hole looked absolutely tiny. At a complete loss for words, Jack could only brush a finger over the suction cup to find that it did indeed stick to his skin. The tiny bit of pull filled his mind with the immediate question of how it would feel on his cock? Only a tiny bit of force was necessary to break contact so he did not think it dangerous. With a sly grin, the horny young man sunk his index finger into the female with a squelch. Even so soaked, his digit only went a little way before meeting great resistance, feeling the suckers lining her deeper insides. Rose clenched around the small intruder. She was tight, even around just one finger. He pulled his finger out with a wet pop, strings of arousal connecting them. The female could not hold back her telepathic moans, and mourned the loss of presence inside her.

In a moment of uncertainty, Jack considered the possible ramifications of the act he was about to commit. There was a point of no return once he actually had sex with the eldritch creature. As a hot-blooded man, his survival urges would brook nothing less than sowing his seed into the most readily available, fertile hole. Surety of control is what gave him the confidence to unbuckle his pants. Unchecked youth is what let him grab his stiff rod. Yet on the precipice, he still hesitated.

The Enforcer acutely sensed this.

With a coy nudge, Rose presented herself to Jack's psionics as a blade. A weapon. An arrow to be loosed upon a foe. Her purpose was to be wielded. All she lacked was direction and wished to be saturated with his resolve. Wanted to be filled. Rose urged him with her body by hiking her curvaceous rear higher. She needed to be filled.

Final resistance eroded, and with manhood in hand and on the line, Jack got down between the alien's open legs. Rubbing the tip of his tool along her plump slit, they both shuddered at the contact. For the human, his cock nestled into her mound, snug in the dip of her entrance, she was a furnace. Warmth radiated from her cunny, suffusing into Jack's waiting member. He found the consistency of her body's natural wetness sublime. It was dense and mucousy, letting his cock glide smoothly along her labia with the perfect amount of friction. Even her musk was strangely alluring. It carried the cloying scent of more animalistic redolence, yet held undertones of sharp cinnamon that cut through the fragrance.

The Enforcer thought she would be able to handle the intense stimulation from the junction of her thighs now that she had experienced this 'climax' phenomena. How wrong she was. Just the head of his cock touching her caused more of her essence to gush for him. The lips that kissed the end of his manhood desperately suckled at what little her sex could reach. Thinking about him sheathed fully within her caused a few of her dainty pinkish-gold tentacles to wrap just behind the head of his cock. The female understood on a bestial level that he was supposed to go inside her. Her tunnel spasmed and cramped at the idea, yet she had no clue how his massive pillar of erect flesh was supposed to accomplish such a feat. The human was obscenely well-endowed. Already her flower ached at the prospect.

This one follows your orders without hesitation, supreme one. But... I... Will that... Will you fit... Inside me?

"I'll be gentle. We'll start slow." He said. Her mask turned to look at him over one shoulder, psionic appendages rousing a little.

No! Please, my Warden do not hold yourself back. Allow me-Ahh!

Finding her cries of helplessness amusing, Jack pushed the head of his manhood into the plane's deadly guardian. 'Tight' did not adequately describe Rose's core. Virgins were tight. Kegel masters were tight. The eldritch being's cephalic passage was a vice of flesh that brooked no intruder. Only able to plunge the crown of his tool into the female made the ravenous man redouble his efforts.

Even her exotic cunny was preposterously over-engineered. Much like the outer labia, her insides were knotted together. With a cock that felt harder than the marble, he had to straighten her tunnel into something that could avail him properly. Just as he had coaxed her open on the outside, so too did he have to overcome a challenge on the inside. Thick, pleated folds kept her deeper chambers spiraled closed until with both cock and mental pressure, Jack forced her body to submit. Part cephalopod, part cetacean, the creature's chalice was truly otherworldly. Undeniably sexual organs were designed to resist and reward only those able to dominate and conquer.

Rose whimpered at the growing pressure on her walls, her suction cups encouraging Jack to thrust more. Bit by bit he force fed his length into the alien's lower mouth, grabbing onto her haunches for support. Although at first he tried to be courteous enough not to hurt her, soon such concern fell by wayside as he focused on fucking the Enforcer. Just pushing with his hips only sank half of his manhood into the furnace of Rose's pussy. Gritting his teeth, Jack adjusted his stance to get better leverage and still met resistance.

All inhibition lifted, the virile young man plowed the eldritch creature for all he was worth. A good length of Rose's cunny was turned inside out due to her suckers when Jack pulled his cock out hard and fast. Every ten thrusts let him get just a little deeper until after what felt like half an hour the young man was sawing almost his entire length in and out. At the very end of her tunnel was a ring of muscle that guarded the furthest unspoiled chamber of the Enforcer. Slamming again and again into the smooth barrier, the young man groaned while Rose mewled erotically under the assault. She was excruciatingly cognizant of every inch that speared into her depths. The construction of her tunnel meant that the muscles, suckers, and walls of her sex were involuntarily controlled, yet the nerves that cradled her core gave complete awareness of how far she was stretched. She was helpless before the onslaught of stimulation. Chemical programming dominated her sovereignty. She was made as a precision instrument. Nothing was superfluous or pointless. The Enforcer was purity of function, yet artful form had been woven cleverly throughout by a greater intelligence.

Even though the young man was himself not a virgin, he had never in his wildest dreams imagined such pleasure, finding a good pace between hammering Rose relentlessly and drawing himself out luxuriously, letting her silky hole drag across his length. Each option elicited different lurid noises from the female, both mentally and from their squishy union. He wished he could just stay there forever, thrusting his cock into the queen of all holes. Yet even as this idea intruded, he realized that there was still a bit of his length left out in the cold. Finally frustrated enough by her reluctant insides, Jack reached forward and grabbed a fistful of the long stalks that sprouted from the back of her head. He felt her cry out in unexpected rapture. The tug caused Rose to arch her back, inadvertently slamming her voluptuous hips back into his. With enough leverage, his cock sank all the way to the hilt past her final protections. The crown of his cock penetrated the chamber at the end of her cunny.

When his crotch mashed the ultra-sensitive clitoral tendrils, he felt Rose cum again as the petals of her lotus pressed together in their union. With her unprepared insides wrenched agape by brutally thick male organ she was made to obey. It sang through her mind and body. Everything that she was lay bare before the Warden. She existed to serve and please. Her hole in all its alien nature, submitted to Jack's rule. She had cum so hard and so much from being penetrated that sticky feminine honey connected her to Jack in strings of arousal. The swollen, spongy flesh of the delicate stalks undulated, smearing her fluids over both of them. When the tendrils were squeezed by Jack's thrusts, Rose had micro tremors run up her spine. Those same petals also cushioned the human as he plunged into her stubborn depths. When her crotch tendrils were stimulated it caused the suction cups that lined her internals to contract in undulating waves, massaging Jack's cock from root to tip. The harder he pushed, the more the tiny suckers pulled on his cock.

Sheathing his tool fully within her, Jack had to really work to pull himself back and ram in once more. Now, every time he sank himself balls deep, he popped into that final chamber. As he fucked the female, every complete thrust made her cum more. Jack felt his own high building like a typhoon of hormones and human need. Digging into every reserve of energy he had, the young man plunged himself into Rose's pussy as his climax crashed through him like a freight train. Crying out in joy and orgasm, the alien felt her Warden claim her depths with his jizz. Even her pussy-tendrils wrapped around his throbbing length, able to feel the load travel inside her. Growling in determination, the young man heaved with all the leverage he could manage to pound their impression into the very stone. He painted her golden insides white.

The smooth muscle at the end of her tunnel sucked on the head of Jack's cock, fully enveloping him in a membrane that nursed every drop his body had to give. Her furthest depths became blessedly engorged with potent richness until her chalice overflowed with seed. Her insides, already swollen with her own lubrication, ballooned with the cum being pumped into her furthest chamber. A small bulge of her previously flat-iron stomach forced two small abdominal plates to part.

Only when he was well and truly spent, did the human relent, letting go of her hair-stalks and death grip on her waist. With a loud, wet shlorp, Jack pulled his deflating cock out of Rose's flower.

Her lewdly gaping hole leaked their mixed fluids between limp lotus petals. Tendrils drooped loosely, overstimulated and absolutely coated with thick female honey. Her rear had been propped up by Jack's pounding so she now let her legs fold under herself. Rose's mound came to rest on the ground, letting the sorely well-fucked entrance drool cum shamelessly. If she had not just been on her knees she would have fallen to them to worship his sexual prowess.

Mmmy... W-waaarden...

Jack had just fucked an Enforcer into a cum-drunk, post-orgasm stupor. Rose had climaxed so much it felt like her lady-bits were vibrating. She could feel the satisfaction radiating from her Warden at reducing her to such a state. She understood his power and superiority. She did not know how joyous it was to have a full, creamy pussy. Jack's cum sloshed in her deepest chamber. Her entire reproductive system, graced as it was by the efforts of her Warden, sang through her core with delighted comfort. Her world was expanded now that such ecstasy existed. It had all been so indulgent.

In a brief moment of clarity, Jack wondered what had come over him? What insanity had sunk its fangs to give him the gall to fuck a weird alien that had sprung from a tree, and then attacked him? He felt no regret. There was no way he could feel remorse. The experience had been out of this world to say the least. Panting, he looked on his handiwork with satisfaction. The passionate inferno of lust that had consumed him was slaked. For now.

Gratitude. Supreme one. Gratitude. Compliance. Vessel has purpose. Joy. Joy is felt by this one.

Sitting on a tree branch to catch his breath, Jack regarded the Enforcer.

"Thank you, Rose. That was amazing. I've never... That hard, I mean." He said, reaching out to give her rear a wry pat.

This one is unworthy of name and praise. Fulfills duty. Warden's mind says name is flower. Flowers are beautiful.

"I think you're beautiful, Rose. At least when you're not pointing a spear at me." Jack chuckled.

Too weak to argue, the Enforcer felt her heart quicken with affection as she groaned under the effort to reach a pair of hands under herself to try and tuck her privates back together. Secretly she wanted to keep his cum inside herself for as long as possible, attempting to plug herself with her lower stalks with moderate success. Even though on an intellectual level he understood that nearly everything about the Enforcer was beyond his understanding, it did not diminish her attractiveness. They both basked in blissful afterglow.

Eventually all good thing must come to an end. The Enforcer crawled over to where her lover sat and regarded him with unbreakable loyalty.

What is your desire, my Warden? Please. Tell. What can I... What can your Rose, do for you?

Jack stood, tucking himself away and zipping up his pants.

"I want to go home." He said firmly.

Of course, supreme one. Your will be done.

Jack blinked in surprise at how easy that was.

In the span of that single blink, the young man was back on his street.

There had been no warning. No transition. One moment he had been standing under the marble tree, and a nanosecond later, been back home. On earth. Right in front of his house no less. At a loss for words, Jack numbly pulled his phone from his pocket and turned it on. Once it found signal, it confirmed that no time had passed at all. It was still late. Still the same day. Only the dust on his shoes made Jack question himself.

Higher functions at a loss, Jack walked into his house and wandered to his room. It was quiet, his family no doubt still asleep. With nothing more to be done, he emptied his pockets onto a nightstand, relieving himself of shoes and socks before flopping down onto his bed. He wondered if falling asleep would be difficult.

Then he wondered if had all been real.

***

Jack slumbered like the ancients, dead to his surroundings. Only the embrace of his sheets reassured the young man that he was indeed, home. The morning sun, yellow, as it should have been, beamed directly onto Jack's face. Sitting up begrudgingly, he looked around his room. Everything was as it had been. No fields of stone. No strange trees. Old action figures lined a shelf. Posters hung on his bedroom walls. A computer sat idle on a small desk. Nothing was misplaced.

Except for one thing.

There was a large, foreign mound underneath his blanket. Throwing the covers off, he saw Rose in all her dark marble glory, curled up comfortably. The enormous Enforcer had squeezed herself onto his generous bed. She was oddly cute while she slept with how tightly she coiled onto herself. There was such an incongruous disconnect, seeing an incomprehensible killing machine peacefully asleep on his bed.

Sunlight roused her as well, moaning sweetly with her psionics. Pinkish golden stripes glittered in the light. She stirred, looking up at him. Then she propped herself up on a complex elbow, regarding the young man warmly.

Forgiveness, my Warden, this one had to find a planar gate to follow. Have not the same power. Gratitude. This one is blessed with service. Home is strange, yet pretty. So much chaos. Not loud chaos. Softer. Colorful.

Rose patted his bed.

This surface is extraordinary. Structure meant for sleep. Would be wonderful for mating.

A coquettish amusement tinged the Enforcer's telepathic voice as she caught the passing flavor of amorous desire just the sight of her evoked in Jack. She was very talkative as she looked around inquisitively. The young man did not dislike it.

There was a knock on his door. Rose's alabaster marble face snapped to regard the flimsy plank of wood and the potential threat to her Warden that lay beyond it.

"Jack Starset, we need to have a talk about you coming home so late. I know you're in college, but you're still under my roof and late night partying will not be tolerated." His father said sternly.

"Well, this is gonna be interesting." Jack said.

***

And well, there you have it, gentle reader. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves as much as I did. As I said, this tale was just a passing fancy. I intended for it to only take a day, yet small parts kept crying out for further development. Even though I have ideas for possible branches for Jack and Rose to follow, I felt this was a good place to stop for now. If only so I can focus on other works. A time may come to revisit these two, and see where they go.

Please, let me know what you thought.

And a shout out to those eternal Lurkers, as always.

Thank you to everyone who made it this far, whether you stand in light, or shadow.