Slap. Flop. Slap.

I psychia-felt the sounds of my body echoing through the halls, each of my host's steps sending a small wave of pleasure through my flaccid body. Their essence pumped through me at a calm, but anticipatory rate, promising activity for me soon. My shaft quivered slightly in anticipation, barely excited enough to avoid becoming erect.

Flop. Schlick. Drip.

Tingling and twitching ever so slightly, my urethra leaked bits of precum. It mixed with my host's sweat in between their thick thighs, slapping and sliding against me as they traveled, unashamed of my proud emissions. The feeling only added to our excitement, and I felt the beginnings of pressure bubbling up in my base.

I focused outward on my host's body, taking note of the room we resided in. It was a pleasure room of sorts, shaded in luscious purple, tantalizing fields of sexual psychia saturating the air. My host approached a pleasure-gate, signalling to me that it was time to be used. I throbbed once in acknowledgement and willed my body to stiffen, feeling the ever-present pulse of energy speed up slightly.

Slap. Flop! Throb.

Whispering a complex series of story-song to the gate, my host sat back on their thighs. I wetly flopped against the floor, soaked in pre-liquid and proudly exposed to the room. I felt the psychia-gaze of the building lay upon me, taking in the majestic, orgasmic beauty of my proudly dressed being. My host's choice in fashion for me had left quite the impression, it seemed. Throbbing and erecting myself proudly, I splurt-sang my words of praise to them in turn.

Throb. Throb. Plip.

My host giggled at this, and I felt a sudden pressure along the back of my shaft. An oh-so-familiar and welcomed pleasure, causing me to shift and push against it almost automatically. My host's four perfect, plush paws caressed me softly, each stroke of her digits eliciting further throbs and shivers of pleasure. Soft gurgles and shivers erupted from the core of my being in gleeful response to my host's machinations.

Throbbing me in acknowledgement, my host indicated me to perform my duty. I throbbed myself even harder in response, awaiting being used, as any good cock should. I felt their thighs shift tightly around me as they stood, then spread their legs apart, preparing to thrust into the gate receptacle. Performing the ritual of pleasure-song, they finished with a single strong push of my body into the awaiting warm hole.

Hot. Throb. Sticky. Throb!! Tight. Throb!!!

An explosion of sexual energy washed over me, my entire being consumed by sexual drive. My thoughts were blanked out, replaced by a pure, intense scream of pleasure, its psychia echoing outward and inward in an endless cascade. I throbbed and throbbed and THROBBED harder, my entire body, my entire BEING spasming and jerking out to release the building pressure and ---

SCHLICK!! PRESSURE...! CUM!  THROB!! CUM!!!! GURGLE..!!!

cum cum THROB cum cum cum THROB cum CUM CUMCUMCUM!!!!!

GLUG.... GLUG...!! SPLURT!

 SPLURT! THROB... SPLURT!!!

Throb... throb... throb...

My thoughts slowly returned to me as the orgasm subsided, my shaft-body quivering uncontrollably from the sweet release of my host's juices. I felt a deep, powerful satisfaction in my shaft from having released so much pressure, proudly spewing it out from my depths and through my beautiful mouth-shaft.

The gate-receptacle echoed my own pleasure in turn, their hole quivering and throbbing intensely around my body, a powerful embracement of our beings. Our screams of pleasure echoed upon each other's minds, heightening the experience. I cum-sang to them the story sequence of our host, skillfully throbbing and pulsing out more fluids according to what I had learned. The receptacle in turn throbbed and leaked liquid around me, inundated with the song-meaning of the place we resided.

My host continued thrusting, moaning and drooling over the gate outside, completely unashamed at their pleasure. I was all too happy to provide them. The ritual continued for some time, my host thrusting more and more with their beautiful, strong legs, shoving my being back and forth, welling up enormous loads of juices and forcing them out through my beautiful form.

I came to know the receptacle very well indeed. It felt like years we spent in there, me being thrusted into her, over and over, a perfect and seemingly unending routine which I all too readily embraced as my life. We experimented with thousands of different cum-songs, our bodies throbbing endlessly and our fluids mixing to create ever newer experiences. My host urged me on all the while, congratulating me on my pleasure, and I was unspeakably thankful.

We eventually completed the gate-ritual and proceeded along, thanking the receptacle for their time. My host remarked on the massive volume of semen produced as we trotted along. A positively enormous lake of it, I saw through their eyes, shining beautifully with the liquids of a million penises. The thought of it elicited a proud throb.