Asùnexpected: An African litRPG novella

Chapter 1

I open my eyes, gazing at a hexa-vagina chest as I sit up.

A fibrous, black, headless trunk hovers before me, its corded arms tauter than a leaf spring. Above it, two white eyes, suspended in the air, glitter like headlights.

"who goes there, who goes there? a mùkèlako's in my lair!" it says in a low pitched, but honking voice.

"Who is it? Who-what are you?" I ask in a confused lilt, my eyes drifting across my odorless surroundings. Tiny bubbles of light flutter all around me, phasing through my body as they disappear within the encompassing darkness.

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka! who would I be? what a great inquiry! mayhaps I'm a helper, or a dweller, but also a foreteller, an enabler or a keeper...or a simple feller. perhaps I'm nèsè, mayhaps I'm tètè. 'fact, I may be all of it, or none of it...so what could I be for thee?"

"Someone who can tell me who I am, and what I'm doing here in this dark place," I reply with a hint of impatience.

"Kee-Kee-Kee-Kee-Kee! for your questions to be answered, your body must be pampered..."

My body reacts. My six penises grow erect, as I gear towards the mysterious figure without my consent. "Wh-What's going on? Why am I in pain?" I ask.

The glands capping the length of my first and fourth sexes never emerged like the others, fitfully stinging me like the static touch of a door handle on a dry season.

My shafts reach the entity's vaginas, filling me with the pleasure of a maiden drive. "Oooaargh!" A cozy slipstream roils across my body, slipping through my pores and coiling around my muscles, its warmth cooling my extremities away like a tailpipe. The tip of my nose tingles while the pith of my brow shivers like the nippy twilight of a rainy day. This is great!

"the more I receive, the more you'll heed..."

Its arms doubles, cupping my breasts and massaging my buttocks, its snuggly hands relaxes my hips like a memory chair, its foam cooling my thrust as it lies above me.

As I bore into its eyes, a new pair of arms sprouts out of its body, enwrapping me. Enraptured by the downforce of its motions, my lips part as my back arches...

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"Aaah..." I moan, my windshield sight sheeted by a fog of dark. Tremors of countless vehicles crash through the lip of my brain. It elates my vellicating frame coated in sweat, as a stertorous breath ekes out of my face.

It's been awhile, now, so why hasn't it said anything? Wait... it said... the more I receive... the more you'll heed, right? Then instead of receiving, should I be... providing? Mmm...

Let's try this!

Panting, my hands grasp its clammy shoulders, as I clench my teeth. "Aoough...It is ...time ...ugh! ...for you...aaahh...to receive me..." I stammer.

"no, the more you receive, the less likely you are to succeed..." it replies with quivering eyes.

With all my might, I force myself on my danky gluteus.

Realizing my intentions, it pressurizes my body, but I press on. "Aaaaaarrrgh!"

Screaming, I run this bulging bust to the ground. My muscles contracted, I make my move. "Ieerragh!" It hurts! Each thrust flays my sexes away, my groin combusting like an I.C.E., as no wiper can keep the tears out of my face.