Trevor quickened his pace, and Helen thought, ooo, he's going for it, good, I'm ready, and she looked up to see Adam and Claudia on top of the crystal stone. It was like, as they so very slowly made love, they told each other with their hearts and souls, only we know what we've been through together so only we know what making love like this means to us.

​     As Helen felt her climax rush towards her, she watched every Galatea in the grotto, except for the ones who had dicks in their mouths, look to the sky as if calling out, as one, their approaching orgasm.

     Trevor felt the sexual energy within him go to the head of his dick as he took his final strokes, and he watched four people emerge from a portal to join the party, all nude, all in their mid-thirties, and all holding mugs of broove. A couple held hands, the woman a beautiful blonde, the man wearing the sort of opaque glasses only blind people wore. A woman with them was a hunchback no taller than three and a half feet. The fourth member of the group sat in a wheelchair.

     "I love you, darling," Helen whispered into her husband's ear. She felt the ring the edges of Trevor's dickhead made when it hardened as Trevor neared climax.

     Trevor panted like a dog, and Helen groaned until it became a plea for life and pain and joy.

     Helen looked up...

     into the heavens...

​     to see Francis Forwarder as big as the sky.

     The grotto and everyone in it "melted" to become an entity that Francis embraced. The entity wrapped itself around Francis's stiff dick to grip. Francis stroked into a mass of mass, and, as he climaxed, he too, "melted" to become part of the being...

     and that entity made love with Infini herself.

     The being that was Francis and everyone at the party transformed into something not unlike a dildo that fucked Infini until she cried out with all of her ever-expanding and ever evolving trillions upon trillions of timelines to, "At last! I'm about to find out what an ​orgasm feels like! I...I..."

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