last strip of seaweed he brushes against my cunt.
He buries his face between my legs, pushes open my labia with his tongue. He takes a deep breath of my smells mingled with the sea’s, and then releases his hot breath over my clit.
I gasp.
He moves up to kiss me. As his salty tongue finds mine, his cock spears me.
He nuzzles my neck, sniffing furiously. His thrusts are strong, savage. I come, pulling at his hair.
After his orgasm, I tenderly kiss the scars on his neck, the remnants of his gills.
The Triumph of the Autosomes
None of this is happening yet.
You will be born in a dome. The dome will be attached to other domes by means of circular tubes. These tubes will be narrow, their width able to accommodate a large person, but no more. Distances between domes will vary. The domes will vary in size.
Perhaps these domes will cover the surface of a devastated Earth; perhaps they will constitute the only area habitable by humans on the moon or some distant planet; perhaps they will form an orbiting space colony; perhaps none of these hypotheses will turn out to be correct.
The dome in which you will be born will be a medium-size one. Several adults will be in attendance. There will be a woman, the mother. She will scream. Her feet and wrists will be tied and secured to the metal clasps protruding from the smooth cold ground.
The light will be harsh and bright. There will be men around the screaming mother with the spread-open thighs.
One of the men will stand guard, holding a long metallic rod with a firm black handle. The exposed end of the rod will sizzle menacingly with hot energy.
The mother will be naked. The men will also be naked, except for long black gloves covering their forearms, and short, thick black boots. The men will not utter a word to the mother. Occasionally they will whisper among themselves, sometimes pointing to some part of the woman’s body, sometimes not. Their flesh will not come into contact with hers.
The woman will scream.
Your head will emerge from the mother’s vagina. Your hairless scalp will contrast with the thick bush of the mother’s groin.
One of the men will cradle your head with one of his black-gloved hands. The rest of your body will follow.
Your whole body will be outside the mother’s. Having pulled you from between her legs, one of the men will poke at the vertical slit between your legs, smaller but otherwise identical to the hairless slit between all of the men’s legs. This slit will allow the urethra to evacuate the body’s liquid waste. An umbilical cord will connect the baby to the mother. One of the men will cut the cord with a sharp tool.
You will scream and cry. The mother will scream and cry.
A second head will peek out from between the woman’s thighs. Soft hair will cover that scalp. Black-gloved hands will cradle the head, ease the body’s exit.
Between the legs of the second baby, there will be genitals: a penis.
The man holding the second baby will lay her down on the cold ground between the shackled feet of her screaming mother.
The baby will scream and cry. The mother will scream and cry.
One of them will be holding you. You will scream and cry.
The men will be silent as they leave the dome, wriggling and crawling though one of the connecting tubes.
The man with the rod will stay behind.
One by one, three women – two with female genitals and one with male genitals – will step down from another tube after the departure of the men who are escorting you, carrying you. The women will have waited silently, crouched in the tube. With their bare hands, they will touch the screaming and crying baby and mother. A woman with male genitals will pick up the crying newborn, comforting her.
The women will release the mother. They will drag her and her child out of the dome, through the tunnel by which they came.
Not long after, the remaining man will receive a message. The message will say: The women are back in the enclosure. The message will
He buries his face between my legs, pushes open my labia with his tongue. He takes a deep breath of my smells mingled with the sea’s, and then releases his hot breath over my clit.
I gasp.
He moves up to kiss me. As his salty tongue finds mine, his cock spears me.
He nuzzles my neck, sniffing furiously. His thrusts are strong, savage. I come, pulling at his hair.
After his orgasm, I tenderly kiss the scars on his neck, the remnants of his gills.
The Triumph of the Autosomes
None of this is happening yet.
You will be born in a dome. The dome will be attached to other domes by means of circular tubes. These tubes will be narrow, their width able to accommodate a large person, but no more. Distances between domes will vary. The domes will vary in size.
Perhaps these domes will cover the surface of a devastated Earth; perhaps they will constitute the only area habitable by humans on the moon or some distant planet; perhaps they will form an orbiting space colony; perhaps none of these hypotheses will turn out to be correct.
The dome in which you will be born will be a medium-size one. Several adults will be in attendance. There will be a woman, the mother. She will scream. Her feet and wrists will be tied and secured to the metal clasps protruding from the smooth cold ground.
The light will be harsh and bright. There will be men around the screaming mother with the spread-open thighs.
One of the men will stand guard, holding a long metallic rod with a firm black handle. The exposed end of the rod will sizzle menacingly with hot energy.
The mother will be naked. The men will also be naked, except for long black gloves covering their forearms, and short, thick black boots. The men will not utter a word to the mother. Occasionally they will whisper among themselves, sometimes pointing to some part of the woman’s body, sometimes not. Their flesh will not come into contact with hers.
The woman will scream.
Your head will emerge from the mother’s vagina. Your hairless scalp will contrast with the thick bush of the mother’s groin.
One of the men will cradle your head with one of his black-gloved hands. The rest of your body will follow.
Your whole body will be outside the mother’s. Having pulled you from between her legs, one of the men will poke at the vertical slit between your legs, smaller but otherwise identical to the hairless slit between all of the men’s legs. This slit will allow the urethra to evacuate the body’s liquid waste. An umbilical cord will connect the baby to the mother. One of the men will cut the cord with a sharp tool.
You will scream and cry. The mother will scream and cry.
A second head will peek out from between the woman’s thighs. Soft hair will cover that scalp. Black-gloved hands will cradle the head, ease the body’s exit.
Between the legs of the second baby, there will be genitals: a penis.
The man holding the second baby will lay her down on the cold ground between the shackled feet of her screaming mother.
The baby will scream and cry. The mother will scream and cry.
One of them will be holding you. You will scream and cry.
The men will be silent as they leave the dome, wriggling and crawling though one of the connecting tubes.
The man with the rod will stay behind.
One by one, three women – two with female genitals and one with male genitals – will step down from another tube after the departure of the men who are escorting you, carrying you. The women will have waited silently, crouched in the tube. With their bare hands, they will touch the screaming and crying baby and mother. A woman with male genitals will pick up the crying newborn, comforting her.
The women will release the mother. They will drag her and her child out of the dome, through the tunnel by which they came.
Not long after, the remaining man will receive a message. The message will say: The women are back in the enclosure. The message will
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