Sarkopheros Says:
The first thing I'd like to do is apologize for this story being late. Originally, it was slated to come out some time around August 30-31
st
ish. However, I had a number of occurrences which caused delays, and I did not want to rush the process and circumvent normal quality control. Thus, this story is coming out five days after the release I projected in a news post. I'm sorry.
Anyway, this is the first of a new series. Shakti proved to be popular, but I got a lot of feedback during the second fan survey which informed me that the story was not working the way I intended. So I changed it. Note that the first two Shakti solo stories are still part of the Sunderscape canon.
Shakti needed a costar. I decided to bring another character of mine on board, Chris Park. He's going to be starring alongside Shakti in this series. If you're familiar with Godfault, Code Kraken is based on Chris. Sunderscape is going to prominently star both characters, though at times it will focus more on one or the other. It will also feature a lot of supernatural themes.
In this chapter, expect some oral and manual stimulation, cock and ball growth, incestuous sexual tension. Lactation and breastfeeding. Shakti's gigantic ass. And other Sarkopheros goodness!
You'll notice that the usual hyper sex and cum inflation kinks aren't there. This chapter is meant more to introduce the setting and lay the groundwork for a lot of ongoing sexual nonsense. Also, it was becoming enormous, so I ended up cutting it off at 10,510 words. It's a hot entry if I say so myself.
Enjoy!
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Chris looked out the window. There wasn't a whole lot to see. Lots of grass, trees, swamp, and nothing zipped by. Granted, sightseeing, even if there is a sight worth seeing, isn't easy when you're driving.
The phone said it would only be a few minutes before he got there. Chris turned onto the exit. One of the door panels rattled, and the steering groaned as he descended the off-ramp.
The beat-up Neon managed to stop without anything breaking off. Once he was at the stop sign, Chris caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror.
Shit, I should comb my hair.
Chris's shoulder-length mane was running rampant at the moment. If he were at home, his mom would be yelling at him to comb it. Doubly so in the current circumstance—she sure as hell wouldn't want Chris's aunt seeing him for the first time with his hair all affright.
He wondered where a comb might be stashed in his car, and folded down the vanity mirror to see—
Klunk.
Something hit him in the face, causing him to jolt backward. "Fuck!" The car rolled forward a couple feet as he released the brake by mistake. Chris looked down to see what had hit him. It was a comb. A damn comb. Why was—
"Mom!" he yelled.
Chris sighed and shrugged.
Well, I guess I don't have to search.
He started combing his hair.
The houses began to expand as he drove. Large oaks shadowed the residential street. Cobblestones rumbled under his tires. Many of the houses had gated walls or hedged barriers.
Holy shit. Mom never said aunt Shakti was loaded!
Then again, he'd only found out about Aunt Shakti about a month ago. And he was still skeptical they were even related—she didn't look anything like anyone in his family. Apparently, her finances
also
looked nothing like his family's.
Maybe she's a maid or something?
He was so focused on looking at the passing houses that it startled him when his phone said, "Your destination is on the left."
Chris slowed down, his car's breaks whining in protest.
The first sign that the house was unusual even in this realm of opulence was the curved roof visible rising behind the wall. Chris squinted and turned toward the entrance. The car squealed.
When his car reached the gate—yes, the house had its own gate—it opened seemingly of its own volition.
Okay, there's probably security cameras. And who
else
would be driving a busted-ass car up to a gate like this?
The wrought bronze gate swung open in eerie silence. Chris drove through. He found an intersection in the road, and a sign showed him that it was a roundabout.
Chris's jaw dropped when he saw that sign.
Holy fuck, how rich do you have to be to have a house that's so big you need road signs?
After a long moment of gawking, he proceeded. Chris had no idea what to expect. The house was already obviously like none other—even in a neighborhood where Tony Stark would be at home.
But whatever he expected, it was certainly not what he saw. When he turned, Chris actually gasped.
"This is ... that's a ... fucking house?!" Chris almost rammed a palm tree. His car squealed back onto the road.
The edifice in front of him looked like an ancient Middle-Eastern palace. Curved rooves like clouds were supported by towering white columns. Colorful, ornate tilework decorated the ... pediment sort of area. At least, it was equivalent to a pediment. Chris had no idea what kind of architecture this was.
The road split in two once more, flanking a long reflecting pool. Chris drove along it. Stone benches were placed periodically, and on the outer side of the road were date palms. Here and there, he saw people milling about. A woman was under one of the date palms picking up the fruit.
Chris turned his eyes back to the colorful—though imposing—edifice. "That's no house, that's a space station," he mumbled.
When he pulled in under the portico-thing where the driveway lead, he couldn't help but notice a goddamn chandelier above him.
There was no one there to greet him—though he hadn't called ahead so that made sense. Chris wasn't sure where to park. And in all honesty, he felt more like he was visiting some foreign head of state than visiting his "aunt."
No way she owns all this.
He took his phone out of the holder on the dashboard and looked down to dial her number. Then he looked back up and—
"Oh GOD!" he howled, dropping the phone and lurching to the side.
Right outside
his window, there was a ... girl...?
Her skin was pearly white. Not in the sense of being light-skinned—she looked like she was made of ivory. She wore some sort of Harajuku-looking maid dress and sunglasses. Chris got ahold of himself. Her face was inches away from the window. He lowered it.
"Uh ... h-hi?" he asked. "Is this where Shakti lives?"
Where the fuck was she a minute ago?
The girl nodded. Then she opened the door and gestured for Chris to get out.
Chris picked up his phone—it looked like no one had picked up, anyway. Putting it in his pocket, he got out. Once he was out, he could see a few columns. That must have been where the girl was hiding. Once Chris was out, her black-painted lips curled upward. She pointed at the trunk.
"Oh, yeah," said Chris. He took his keys out of the ignition. He hadn't even remembered to turn the car off until now! At least it was in park. He hit the trunk release.
Then, when he turned around, the girl was gone. Chris squinted, turned, and—
"Fuck!" he yelped. She was now behind him, and she was holding his heavy suitcase with one hand. It might as well have been full of air—she showed no effort at all! Under the other arm, she had his computer tower, which was easily thirty-five pounds. Chris jabbed his finger at her. "Hey, don't drop that!" The girl didn't acknowledge him.
Chris didn't know what to do, so he hefted one of his boxes out of the trunk and closed it. Then he followed Creepy-Girl.
They walked through ornate archways. Some kind of sparkly glasswork was all over the ceiling, giving the area a strange, fantastic quality. They entered an airy, octagonal foyer with a high ceiling done in greens and yellows. A glass dome let sunlight in. There was a large fountain shaped like an eight-pointed star in the middle. Attached the far wall was another smaller fountain, and inset into an alcove in the wall was a mosaic of what appeared to be Shakti herself—albeit in the nude.
Chris was distracted from his huffing labor by this. Did ... did this lady actually have art of herself on the wall?
In which she was naked?!
Plus, that mural depicted a figure with unnaturally, ludicrously-wide hips. No one was shaped like that.
But I guess this
does
answer the question of whether this is her house. Holy shit.
"Is that her?" he asked.
There was no reply from Creepy-Girl. Just the stepping of her flats.
They took another hallway, passing more wandering people. Who
were
all these people? None of them seemed to be paying much attention to him or the creepy maid. Chris wasn't sure what it was, but the people were somewhat unsettling. One man was incredibly lanky, about seven feet tall, and Chris could have sworn he had yellow eyes. Then he saw a woman who had weird teeth. But not crooked—Chris wasn't sure, but he was fairly certain they were pointy.
Regardless, he was whisked further and further inward. They eventually reached a large pair of wooden doors inset into a tapered archway. Carved into the door was a symbol—a circle with a tangential line at the bottom. And then they opened for Creepy-Girl. Chris squinted.
How did she...? A motion sensor, maybe?
They entered a wide hallway with arches. The floor was of a glossy teal tile that looked like water, and the ceiling was jade-green in coloration. Creepy-Girl lead him up a flight of stairs to the left.
Chris's biceps were starting to burn, and his fingers were loosening. Every stair was a new challenge. He shifted the box, getting his arm under it and bracing it against his chest. He was afraid of toppling down the stairs at any moment. And his sister had
always
warned her bro about the stairs.
How the hell is she carrying so much shit?
he wondered. The girl didn't appear to be making any effort at all.
"How far is it?" he grunted. "I feel like I'm going to need a map to get around in here."
No reply. Of course.
Chris looked down, trying to brace the box again, just as—
A pair of arms came out of nowhere and grabbed the box. Chris grunted. "Thanks." Then he looked up. Creepy-Girl!
"
Augh!"
he yelped. She was
right in front of him!
Wait. Chris did a double-take. Creepy-Girl ... had a twin...? The new arrival looked exactly like the one carrying his suitcase and computer.
"Oh ... sorry! You startled me," he panted.
The new girl wore the same outfit and the same weird glasses. And she gave the same silent smile. Chris shook her head as she walked past.
