Balros Balros plunges his paw through a half-dozen realities to reach through to you, to his beloved Sigil-squirrel. Whether his handpaw grips your paw, your cock, your face, or any other body part, he pullllls you into his reality and kisses passionately. Buck teeth rubbing, plump lips pressing, and warmth shared. Sigil thrusts herself into the schism and gladly into your arms, and arms, and arms, every possibility of contact collapsing into the points we meet, squeezing through the divide with so much more. Teeth grazing, tongue plunging, lipstick msearing as her flesh and yours collides. She grips so tightly, letting herself slip from her home reality and into yours, sheath surging, nuts nuzzling. We tangle, and she sighs, breathless. "-There- you are. I've missed you. . " Balros His joyous squeals are just slightly quieter than the music blasting in the atmosphere. His billion self-selves collapse and pounce atop you and below you and everywhere that isn't you. Realities drawn in around us both like a cosmic black hole and squirrels at the center. The embrace of bodies, condensed into music. Only us, the scent of us, the sound of us, the heat of us. Every neuron another us, together. "Deep dedication to delightful dear ones in the upper realities has kept us busy. Frequently, physically and psionically taxed to as many squirrels as we can make per second. Often, so often, denied the decadence of indulgence that is YOU to be a part of us." Echoen says, thrusting in deep and dark and delicious from behind. As big as a mountain, and thrice as hard. Into squirrel, into squirrels, into every orgasm shi can find. Hir ears irradiated with songs of significant sirenity. Sigil is barely standing, there's just so much of her. So much of him. So much of hir. She drunkenly passes her lips from Balros to Echoen to Echoen to Balros to Sigil and around again, each mouth supple and eager whether on face or breast of between legs. The vocals of the music combine with the beat to make malleable her existence, and help it fit so snugly into yours. All hard, all throb, phalluses disgorged from sheaths, mingling together, musk and sweat and body steam as fingers caress tail and cheek and wing, and all her eyes drink in gazes from all of yours. "And we do so miss that belonging, when apart. But you all need to look after yourselves first and foremost. We're all so patient here, even if we -ache-" Delightful chittering, arms slung around All of you to keep you close to all of her, all flexing, huge footpaws, and the instances of hers including clothing dwindle fast by the moment in a synchronized group act of disrobing so as to feel all of your warmth and softness to all of hers. Overwhelmed to be sure, but all those Sigil's are more new at this, but no less entheusiastic for The Calling of your sweet voices and touch. Balros "Tell me, beloved partner." Echoen sings, a chorus, across a multitude of gatherings of squirrels roiling and mergegrowing. "How much, how many, of our infinite selves can you endure?" Hir wings encapsulate the gravity well you and he and shi and hir and us all. Nerves and neurons click and connect in a chaotic frenzy of love-lust corruption. Every sensation aches with the pleasure-pressure of self-spawning growth. New thoughts arise, new realities with each one, a landscape of experiences that tickle the back of each new brain that forms. Time is the only limiting factor. The ache between each breath is all that exists moment to moment, eyesight and sound twinning as just two of the sensory inputs each of us endures. Hearing each other, feeling each other, through as many mediums as a mind can take per second. Down to our fingers, we throb. For every set of hips we share, we throb. With every blissful pound of purpose weighing on our corruption-soaked balls, we throb. Physical connection is but one pleasure persistent upon our bodies. Every set of hands seemingly minds of their own, merged and experiencing even more realities of us, together. Sigil 's hair matted and soaked in sweat and musk, falling across her faces in tangled colourful lines, some purple, some blue, some soaked entirely entirely into the chestnut hues of Balros' fur as portions and qualities mingle amongst her own fast-outpaced multitude with your teeming, overwhelming hordes. "We hardly know." Her voice in breathless tones, between hungry kisses, and daring licks, some muffled around fleshy protrusions, or whispered between quivering thighs. "We feel we could break upon your endless shores, or erode away into madness before too long." The anticipation and curiosity and -desire- honeyed into the tone of her voices make any further elaboration into how she might feel about such possibilities and eventualities unecessary. Behind, monstrous Sigil-paws large enough to sweep around good numbers of you do so, in order to allow a sweeping bevy of kisses to infectiously tease out extra anatomy, to force the juddering, bottom heavy taur-halves into her quarry. She splinters and fractures anew, drawing more of herself in from pristine and untouched realities, confused and exhilerated and soon very much on b oard as more of her pours in to be With you all, and be subsumed by your commanding multitudes ❤️ ❤️ The fluids flow freely, and her moans grow in chorus, purely in delight and bliss for being together ~ Balros Reeling and roiling and ravaging to your, our, everyone's every indulgences all at the same time. a raucous and riotous event throughout billions of potentials. "You are... so gorgeous. to us." Both bat and squirrel and rat whuff and wheeze in exhausted delight across your multitudes. "Sigil. Squirrel. Ngf. Get as close to us as you dare." They embrace your physical totality all in their many selves, duplicativly decorating your entire exquisiteness. Sigil trills and chitters and slides as close as she can, blushes running through her flesh, under fur, in her ears even given her undress and lavished sexualized qualities and actions. "You flatter us so. And we are so drawn to you in turn." She cannot help herselves. We fall together, and the pieces grow to fit. Most trade tokens and items of affection to their beloved, whereas she trades in any idea of individuality or seperation from Us, one breathy, steamy kiss and embrace at a time. We are simply so much more fulfilling together. ~ ❤️ ❤️ <3