/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[red] ...and then Anonymous came. [/red]
Those are the only words she writes. There's no build up, there's no stimulation. The "cause" quite literally doesn't exist, all that matters is the "effect". There's simply the objective fact that Anon climaxed with the force of 108 orgasms at once. The floor is dyed white with his semen.
"Hmm.... now how shall I have my precious son of man reach this fate? It isn't nice to leave things in such an incomplete state. What do you think, son of man?"
Anon is passed out on the floor and cannot respond. Featherine Augustus Aurora makes the face of a dissatisfied mother and sighs. She picks Anon up and holds his head tightly against her chest. Anon wakes up and tastes something sweet. Did he really or was it just his imagination? That doesn't matter. What does is that his mouth is open and his lips surround the great witch's left nipple. Did this happen unconsciously or did Featherine motion him into this exact position? Again, the specifics do not matter.
Now Featherine raises her right hand up high in an exaggerated motion. Anon knows exactly what will happen next. When her hand comes down, it will most certainly touch Anon's most special place. Anon becomes tense but Featherine calmly comforts him.
"My precious son of man, just take a nice deep breath and focus your mind. You will not lose consciousness this time. You don't want to lose consciousness this time. You want to experience it all. [red]You want me to touch it. You really do![/red]"
So Anon takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and awaits his imminent fate. Featherine's right hand glows with an awesome power. It tells her to bring about the strongest of pleasures. Featherine's right arm drops with incredible speed. Anon will now take it:
[red]HER LOVE![/red]
[red]HER ANGER![/red]
[red]AND ALL HER SORROW![/red]
[gold]AUAU FINGER SWOOOOOOOOOORD!!![/gold]
Of course, the witch's own right hand is far stronger than any sword could ever be. The pleasure it can create is absolute. 108 orgasms in a single instant. But how? Featherine Augustus Aurora isn't a witch of sex or of orgasms and yet her technique exceeds all of theirs combined. It's because of her hand. Everything is focused on that divine hand that orchestrates fate itself. As a powerful man once said, "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times", and Featherine most certainly did practice with that hand well over 10,000 times.
"Oh dear, my favorite glove is all messy. Now whatever shall I do with you?"
Anon hangs his head in embarrassment.
"It was a mere jest, son of man. I can always clean this glove, but if something were to ever happen to you... now that would mean trouble. I could even cry! Now cheer up, my precious son of man. If you want, I can go make some hot chocolate for you."
"YOU BET I WANT SOME, MO... UHHH... FEATHERINE!"
"You can call me whatever you like, son of man. But please clean after yourself here, else there will be no hot chocolate for you."
"ON IT!"