Lubricious

By Theo Von Cezar

The Desires and Pleasures of Aelia hang in her quest for freedom.

“She deeply sighed, her tiny ghostly fingers, curled from so much joy and pleasure...” Being a woman with an open-minded sexual attitude in a world where sex is out of the question is not easy, neither will it be for Aelia—the High Marchioness of Novastar. Struggling with her burning passions and desires, she does everything possible to satisfy her hunger; however, satisfying herself is no longer pleasuring enough.

Arcadius has been in her dreams for fifteen years. Aelia now believes that he is the only one who can quench her need for sex and love. What she doesn’t realize is that when she finally finds love, there will be even more to be accomplished, and freedom is something she must fight for. She yearns for her freedom out of the Realm, as this is the only way she can find love and fulfill her desires.

Will Aelia fight for freedom? Can she afford not to? Will Arcadius fulfill her desires?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theo Von Cezar
• Release date: Aug 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005491598

Theo Von Cezar

Dystopian fatalist, 'crafter' of Godonism.

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Lubricious

(Not) A Porn Story

Theo Von Cezar

Copyright © 2020 by Iulius Cezar Teodosiu

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

I dedicate this book to my beloved parents Melania and Mihail Constantin. I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad.

‘When destiny catches us from behind, there is no way of freely moving forward.’

‘The clocks of time were put in motion; all the clocks in the entire world would equal nothing now.’ —Theo Von Cezar

‘The future has already happened.’ —J.J.

Table of contents

Chapter I Orgasmatron

Chapter II Stun the Buzzards!

Chapter III Funeral

Chapter IV The Magic of our Lives

Chapter V Interlude

Chapter VI Brilliance

Chapter VII Preparing for the Free Zone

Chapter VIII Secrets Revealed

Chapter IX Life in the Free Zone, Part One

Chapter X Life in the Free Zone, Part Two

Chapter XI Revival of the Revolutionary Spirit

Chapter XII The Magic of our Dreams

Chapter XIII Reality Surpasses Imagination

Chapter XIV Back to Novastar

Chapter XV Dreams Come True

Chapter XVI Nylon Strings

Chapter XVII Avant-garde Sex

Chapter XVIII Diorama

Chapter XIX The Blue Lagoon

Chapter XX Meeting at the Ministry of Sex

Chapter XXI Freedom

Epilogue

Bonus material

Chapter I

Orgasmatron

The year 31, The New Aphrodonite Era, Planet Earth

"Faster, please! Arghhh, that's perfect, baby! MARVELOUS! A bit slower now... Hmm, it feels so goddamn good down there! YOU’RE KILLING ME, BABY! My daisy’s itching terribly right now. I am so excited! Aelia shouted. The Marchioness of Novastar had lost her bearings. She deeply sighed, her tiny ghostly fingers, curled from so much joy and pleasure, twitching. Oh, God! Sex is the eighth wonder of the universe! Don’t you think so, baby? You must do so. You really must…"

When the amazing cock stopped bonking her tight wet daisy, Aelia rushed upon her engorged clitoris the same way a vulture plunges on its prey, attacking it with the tips of her slender fingers first. Then making use of her gracious palm, she switched to rubbing it. She did it viciously, the little ‘head’ went crazy because of so much pressure, almost on the verge of bursting. Oh, God, I want to come so hard!

Aelia shivered at the idea that the orgasm might come sooner than she had anticipated. For a very short moment, she stopped massaging her unleashed clitoris. Instead, she started envisioning endless seas and oceans emerging out of her, gray and white striped dolphins and blue and white striped whales making rumbustious circles in the air, disturbing the cool snowy breeze that floated gaily above the foamy waters. She felt as if the distance between her thoughts and orgasm had reached millions and millions of light years, striving towards perfection, towards infinite, almost tangential with the universe, whereas the length of an earthly orgasm lasted, on average, somewhere between fifteen and fifty seconds, though one time she might have surpassed that record—going ninety-nine seconds, and a half!

It was a marvelous sunny day, and because of that Aelia felt super excited. No sooner had she woken up than she started rubbing her clitoris in a very elegant manner, applying refined, circular movements to the little ‘head’ before going doggedly on it, descending into temporary madness. The little thing responded immediately, pulsating rapidly under the smooth skin of her palm, a tremendous pleasure soothing her. She felt the G-spot crawling inside her, like a snake, slithering through her entrails, creating havoc in her overheated body. Hum, this orgasm is going to be perfect, endless, like an expanding universe. Aelia envisioned an infinite orgasm that usually happens once or twice in a lifetime, and ends up tempering with the sublime.

It was massive, exactly as she had envisioned it—five other climaxes before the mighty orgasm actually happened. Aelia ejected more liquid than ever before, like a man, squirting two or three feet in front of her, the jet seemingly never ending. The ejaculation would last six freakish seconds. A marvelous success! Quite a surreal one. Aelia was the sole witness of her own triumph and persistence over her mighty clitoris. She had set a brand-new record.

A few seconds later, on all fours, she grovelled along the azure marble floor and like a hungry and exhausted animal (she felt like an animal—a highly erotic one) she started licking and swallowing her own cum as if it were some sort of magic potion. She ended up hungrily sucking her own fingers, slowly, one by one, while fantasizing about another gushing orgasm. The orgasm had been exceptional!

Today, things were about to take a different turn, perhaps a more dangerous one, inside the grandiose fifty-towered Nova Castle, in Aelia’s specially designed playroom—the Sex Dungeon, that’s how she would refer to her room of pleasures. Push it! Push it harder, baby! The Marchioness had resumed the rubbing of her clitoris, allowing the vicious cock to slide in and out of her wet daisy which in almost no time started producing an off-white frothy substance. The sound that the cock made each time it eased in and out of her, slowing down its crazy rhythm, was that of silver and gold cellophane being wrapped around balls of chocolate. Oh, chocolate…

Damn it, you cannot fool me! I want it all inside me! Aelia demanded. "ALL OF IT! Give it to me, baby! Give it to me, now! That’s it! SUPERB! You’re so marvelous, baby! So marvelous that I cannot understand your movements anymore. I do understand your fabulous erection though. Six and a half inches! WOW! I’ve measured it! One heck of a man you are! A man among women—sorry, men. How silly of me to think that you were not a potent man. I’m indebted to you forevermore, baby. 101 years from now on. Always young! I promise that I’ll never let you down. NEVER! EVER! I’ll always be a superb woman with a sexy ass for you. I. AM. THE. WOMAN. AND. YOU. ARE. THE. MAN, although sometimes it feels as if we were both aliens.

"I know you’ve got enamored with my young, tight daisy. Oh baby, I want you to whisper a sweet melody in my ear every time I wake up. I want you to be my coydog—Oh yeah, my own naughty coydog. I want you to screw me like you’ve never done before. YAHOOOOOOO! Ride me, baby! Ride me now!

"Anyway, besides being an animal, you’re such a nice gentleman. I don’t have any concerns regarding your attitude towards women. It’s written in your DNA, inherited from ancestors, voivodes and chevaliers who rode fierce chargers and splintered their enemies’ large skulls when the women needed your protection the most. I’ve read about it. For, in spite of what you might foolishly think of me, I’m a very cultivated woman. True indeed. But you know what? With the cock you have, you are the perfect gentleman. I want you to make love to me until the day you die, or I die. Period! Do you think that what I’m saying to you is just rubbish, baby?"

There was no man in the Sex Dungeon, yet Aelia behaved as if there was one, her attention focused on the ‘creature’ that undulated stealthily beneath her mermaid-like body. She continued, Oh, I’ve got so wet right now. I want to eat you so badly. Let me eat you, baby! Let me eat all of you! I wanna taste your hot shot. Hmm… You smell so freaking good… of roses and lily of the valley. I wanna lick your clean-shaven balls. Hum… .

Suddenly, Aelia felt like peeing, so excited she had gotten, almost to the point of feeling mad. She might kill someone if they dared disturb her from getting high in what seemed to be the most erotic act on the entire planet, or maybe in the entire universe, her intense desire sprung from hidden nebulas, supernovae, whirligiging within galactic storms, eventually landing on earth through untameable windstorms and mad hurricanes, wiping everything on its way down to the unseen bright core of the much troubled Earth.

At last, Aelia let go of her happy clitoris, at the same time releasing an excruciating half-human, half-animal cry, the shrill of a bitch on heat, which frightened even her. Aeeeeeeeeeeeee…

The ‘assault’ had ended. After all the attack it had been subjected to, the clitoris turned into a flummoxed weirdo resembling a human mini head, entirely bald, eyeless, lipless, noiseless, bizarre, ugly—a little squishy monstrosity capable of giving immense pleasure to the one who tortured it. A beautiful ugliness.

I’m gonna screw you really hard, baby, until you scream at me in pain and agony, a male voice eventually boomed inside the Sex Dungeon, making Aelia shiver, at the same time filling her with even more excitement. I’m gonna thrust it into you so hard, until you beg me to stop. I know you like hearing me talk dirty to you, you little bitch! WHORE! I’m gonna fuck you like a crazy man.

"DO IT! Do it like a crazy coydog. Take me from behind. That’d be so amazing! You know I like that very much."

Dirty, dirty, dirty. Bitch, bitch, bitch. The words resonated enticingly in Aelia’s head. "You crazy bastard! You’re so goddam right. I’m a horny little bitch, Aelia emphasized. Talking dirty turned her on big time. You’re such an amazing creature, baby. I adore your barbarous, thick black cock and brutal honesty. I want to kiss you a million times until I leave sores on your cheeks."

What cheeks? The ‘creature’ that moved stealthily beneath Aelia didn’t have any cheek. Oh, damn it! Faster, please! You can do better than you’re doing now. You know I’ve always liked it the rough way. Don’t stop the rampage, baby, or… or I’LL KILL YOU! Do you hear me? You shouldn’t forget who you’re fucking right now. I AM THE MARCHIONESS! You have to obey me like anyone else does in Novastar!

Aelia was obsessed with the crazy cock that penetrated her greedy daisy. She could not wait to feel the hot liquid filling her, dripping out of her, oozing down her curvy thighs, to her essential blue lace stockings, and from there to the azure floor. She would crawl along the floor and lick it—lick her own ejected cum mixed with the creature’s fluids. She didn’t want to waste a gram of it.

All of a sudden, there was a decrease in the way the slightly bent cock penetrated Aelia. It entered her slowly yet still vigorously, pressing hard into the walls of her extremely tight daisy which right now behaved like overflowing, the frothy substance trying to squeeze out of her self-lubricating hole. Then the ‘beast’ exited her altogether. Ahh… It left her shaking. She had entered a highly erotic trance-like state, craving more. She felt as if some sort of vacuum had formed inside her. As the ‘creature’ re-entered her, she felt a deep fullness in her body. It was madness. It was magnetic, erotic, magic...

Aelia rolled her eyes in sweet despair, not knowing exactly what to expect next. Anything could happen. The ‘creature’ gave her a series of furious strokes only to go again into slow motion mode. It gave her time to make a quick transition, exploring new territories of pleasure. Making use of a sticky forefinger, she surprised herself by circling the opening of her rosy anus—the forbidden paradise, as she called it—which today smelled of rose petals and spring damp lilac. It was the first time in her life that she tried that. She did it while she was still tugging at her inner lips, using two fingers from her left hand, her bulging dark purple labia tingling. It made her moan deeply, disproportionately. Oh my, why have I ignored it? Laying the tip of her middle finger on the opening of her anus, she pressed it a bit, without thrusting it inside. Then making use of the same finger, she tapped on the hot spot rhythmically, the extreme sensation making her shiver with excitement. In the past, she had flirted with the idea of having her asshole penetrated, but today, it was different. She was actually thinking of doing it. Maybe… It was so close. Only one inch away from the forbidden territory which was full of secrets, of nerves, of extreme pleasures. The cock missed her other hole by one inch only. One inch and the pleasure would be immense, different. Why not? I’m a liberal free-thinker.

The thought of the six and a half inches cock entering her virgin asshole excited Aelia tremendously, yet she was reluctant to actually doing it. Oh, no, it will fray my ass. The cock’s too big for it. Should she let a man lick and then fuck her deeply scented asshole? Never! Every hole has its own purpose, yet she could not see the purpose of her anus anymore. She didn’t really shit; no one shit in Novastar, because shitting was forbidden within the Realm. The ‘poo’ had been replaced by seven droplets of strange matter eliminated at the same hour every day. Farting was also extinct and one could ask why it was still forbidden. They called it ‘Prevention and eradication of the craving spirit.’ The Ministry of Decency dealt with it.

Aelia seemed re-energized. Holly crap! she cried out, returning to the rubbing of her clitoris. The moment she touched it, the little thing immediately sprang to life, like a mini volcano. Damn, I feel so hot down there. I think I’m going to gush forth soon.

Aelia gasped deeply. The stiffened cock had re-entered her, and now was banging her savagely, seeking revenge for the fact that it had been left outside for a while. Don’t you ever dare to stop, baby! Keep doing what you’re good at. Keep torturing my tight, young daisy with your ferocious cock. I want it very hot and hard inside me. Like a hot rod! Do you hear me? ALL OF IT! If you behave well, you might have a piece of my ass too, Aelia said and opened an enlarged mouth, her purple tongue sticking out dangerously. She felt as if a wild animal ambushed her, tugging violently at her inner guts, tearing her apart, piece by piece, every bone in her body defleshed, licked, ground and then reassembled, only that in reverse order.

It’s torture. It’s primeval instinct. It’s going to be massive. Everywhere! I feel it! It’s approaching with such great speed.

The mighty infinite orgasm—the mother of all pleasures—boiled hard inside Aelia, reducing her to a thirsty substance, or maybe to just tiny atoms (unique molecules of pleasure which dissolved rapidly in the mandarin-orange scented air in the Sex Dungeon where magic always happened—to extreme). It was essential for the Marchioness’s wellbeing to feel that way. It might be the very essence of her life yet so unimportant for the mighty Realm.

Oh, I so like sex! What is love? There must be someone out there, his heart matching my soul symphony, my bodily illnesses, my own universe. I just have to find him and never let him go. If he doesn’t exist, I’ll have to invent him. I’ll invent love if needed. Oh, he’s already mine. Where are you my tall bright knight in shining golden armor? Show yourself to me. Damn it, babe, don’t be shy! I like brave knights with straight swords and erect stiffened cocks. Aelia started giggling. She was almost certain that love still existed in that tiny corner of the universe called earth.

The G-spot multiplied rapidly inside her, producing strawberry esoteric passion. She started visualizing the orgasm with her mind, every cell in her body craving it, craving the mystery of it. Every time she had her daisy banged or masturbated, the orgasm would turn out differently. It was wild, perpetual. It made her feel the deep muscles pulsate crazily inside her. It was as if her heart went down to her daisy, pumping blood in there. It was anarchy, passion, madness, war… and eventually peace.

The black cock continued its mayhem, thrusting fiercely into Aelia, sliding in and out of her daisy which worked magically as always. The pleasure was immense, almost impossible to grasp. The orgasm was about to implode, then gush forth, eventually releasing Aelia of an entire array of crazy energies. It was growing very quickly inside her, like overflowing water—or untamed fire—almost lifting her up two feet off the floor, above the…

Oh, no, she shouldn’t think too much about that right now—the ‘creature’ that moved swiftly beneath her. She felt tranquilized by the tiny sparkling rhombs (sexjets, they were called) that flashed intermittently on her olive skin, the little ‘fireflies’ creating a mega-intense sensation, slowly pushing her to the magic realm of sweet unconsciousness. Thousands of little diamonds connected through invisible threads of pleasure glowed and rattled wildly on the Marchioness’s mermaid-like body. They were pinned to her stately convex forehead, dark ginger hair with platinum blonde locks, armpits, legs, toes, firm breasts; around her brownish youthful nipples, round and firm buttocks, magically trimmed pubic hair, even her frolic purple clitoris, which was steadily throbbing, envious of the mayhem the stiffened cock unleashed upon her. It was the most sweet-bitter sensation she had ever felt. She felt it in her bones, her velvety smooth skin, her curvy lips, on the tip of her moist tongue, her heart-shaped chin, on the small lobes of her delicate ears. Everywhere! A sweet bitter symphony conducted by the glorious sexjets, only hers and no one else’s.

Suddenly, a merry song emerged from the glowing sexjets. It was in triple meter—a very lively tempo—a Mazurka! It would help Aelia build another climax. Oh, yeah, push it harder, baby! It was closer—the impending orgasm; she could not control it anymore. Her hands moved on their own accord, violently, vertically, horizontally, obliquely. Aelia started touching herself everywhere: on her fine ears, her beautifully-shaped Cupid’s bow, pinkish tongue, slender neck… her firm East West breasts. The orgasm was spreading rapidly inside her, sucking on her energy, blasting her, tearing her apart, over and over again, climax after climax. She felt as if she was about to transform into something else... an Aphrodonite. Or maybe an alien. Maybe, I am an alien!

And then… She finally did it. Her ring finger slipped into her virgin asshole, stirring the sensual nerves in there. She ended up gasping uncontrollably, almost out of breath. Arrrrrgh! That’s marvelous! Why haven’t I tried it before?

She still had time to do it, regularly, twice or thrice a day, like in the good old days, when she discovered self-pleasure. Only if she could ejaculate, like a man again, squirting out a lot of semen. She wanted to feel the overflowing, milky liquid pouring out of her, like a marble fountain of semen full of democratons, sometimes mockingly called democrat-automatons. Maybe she could resurrect the long bygone spirit of democracy and long forgotten freedom, the very sentinels of liberty who ended up being beaten by huge mouse-faced individuals, their heads protected by scary rhombic helmets, their legs shielded by nickel studded heavy boots with square copper chains that clinked sinisterly in the poisoned air as they charged toward the freedom seekers. What a shame the ‘poor’ freedom got extinct!!

Right now, the Marchioness of Novastar envisioned dozens of giant rusty bells echoing in empty redbrick corridors, the voice of the innocent revolting against ignorance. If she could resurrect all the brave people of the earth, who in the past had raised their voices against tyranny and mind oppression, only to be met with brutal force for speaking their minds, beaten with thick truncheons reinforced with steel, before being gassed, assassinated, put in prison camps and asylums for the insane by the so-called sane ones, the last traces of democracy thus erased, the forbidden true hermetically sealed in laboratories fabricated by the totalitarian regimes… If she could resurrect all the brave people who had once lived and fought for freedom, the world might have a better chance to be saved and freedom could emerge again.

There was no need for them to beat up individuals anymore nowadays since they obeyed on their own accord. Unlike people from the past, the Aphrodonites, the new thriving species of Novastar, never felt any pleasure, nor could they have an orgasm. That’s because it was forbidden to have an orgasm in the totalitarian state Novastar. Not that the Aphrodonites craved sex or love. They didn’t crave anything. Long live the Marchioness and the Realm, they would always chant on the days dedicated to the Realm.

If I could resurrect freedom… Aelia’s imagination was on the loose again.

Not a chance! the male voice, presently turned arrogant, hissed in Aelia’s ears. "Freedom is not a choice. Too much hatred has piled up in the minds of the cravers. The universe has always reacted and still reacts to such a change. Nothing escapes the punishment or the reward of the universe, neither an atomic bomb nor a harmless wind. Everything flows. Everything changes. We’ll all eventually be dead. So, why not have some fun first? Shake your booty, baby! Shake it! Not at the expense of the innocent though. We are not deviants!