​     Myanna lived in a palace amongst the clouds.

​     Adam and Myanna rode there in a sky chariot open to the heavens and complete with sweetmeats, wine, and a nice, soft bed.

​     She had Adam remove his armor to rest naked on slick, satin sheets. She slipped out of her robes so that she, too, stood nude.

​     She sucked Adam's cock while the chariot they rode in slid slowly through the clouds.

​     "Let me taste you," he said. "Bring your cunt to me."

​     She swiveled so they could eat each other. Yep, there it was, the pussy he remembered, the one he'd licked like a dog ten thousand times over ten thousand days, her hole so wide he sometimes felt he could stick his whole head in if he really wanted.

​     The problem:

​     His beloved Myanna, the woman he'd loved above all others in his long life, had died in his arms centuries before. He'd shared every moment of Myanna's life with her from the moment they met. They counted as some of Adam's most precious memories.

​     Therefore, this could not possibly be Myanna.

​     "You're getting soft, my treasure," Myanna said as she ran her tongue along Adam's tree-trunk-like penis staff before putting the whole of it in her mouth.

     "Who are you? You are not my wife."

     "I am whoever you want me to be."

     "That's nowhere near good enough an answer. Not here. Not now."

​     "Here. Now. Those words have no meaning in Domitika."

​     "My wife's gone forever. Nothing can change that." He pushed her away. "You're good, though. I'll give you that. If I wanted to believe you were Myanna, I could."

​     "But that's the whole point, Adam. This is Domitika. You can have whatever you want, be whoever you want, if your personal force is strong enough. Don't you want me, Adam?"

​     She smiled before he could formulate an answer. "I know," she said. "Remember this, Adam?"

​     And, oh yes, oh yes, Adam most certainly did. Myanna swallowed Adam all the way down past his balls until they bobbed in her mouth. She used her tongue to play with them. The head of his dick was all rammed up against the tightness of her throat, and Myanna ran her tongue along his staff and, oh man, Adam couldn't hold back. Even as a part of him shrieked No! No! Adam felt his sperm rise up in his cock to explode out into...into...

​     not Myanna's mouth...

​     but her cunt instead.

​     Yes, lightning fast, Myanna removed her mouth from his prick to plug her twat in...

     so Adam spurted...

​     and Myanna took his cum all up into herself.

​     As she slid off him, Adam roared, "Who ​are you?"

​     The woman who, until that moment, had been an identical twin of his dear, departed wife Myanna transformed into a woman clad head to toe in full body armor.

     Dear Infini, Adam thought.

​     It was Adam Adama.

     She smiled. "Hello Adam," she said. "It's nice to finally meet you."     

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