The cuck in literature part 4

Excerpt From: Philip Jose Farmer. “Image of the b**st”

“Tish indicated that a woman should bring up a bowl
with a dark liquid in it. She took a position by c***de
after kissing his penis and the second ceremony began
immediately. She sprinkled his genitals with a few drops
of the dark liquid before each person kissed his peter.
Tish stood on the other side and every third person dipped
his finger into the bowl and passed it over c***de's lips.
The stuff tasted like honey with a trace of rancid cottage
cheese. When the bowl was empty, Tish signaled for it to
be refilled, and the ceremony went on.

The Grail kept on pulsing brightly. Its white light
was beginning to affect c***de. He did not become blind
or any less able to see what was going on around him.
But he was receiving flashes of strange scenes. Usually
these were seen as if he was standing on the surface of a
planet, but several times he whizzed by a star burning
redly, greenly, or amberly. He seemed to be no more than
a hundred thousand miles from the great luminaries.
Despite the brightness and nearness, he felt no heat, only
a bone-crystallizing cold.”

Tish began to chant in the foreign language. c***de
beckoned to Dolores, who ran gladly towards him, her
big shapely breasts bouncing with the impact of her feet.
She got down on her knees and buried her face in his
crotch and wept. Then she took the end of his half-limp
organ and began to suck on it. It rose as if she were
blowing air into it, became hard and throbbing, and gave
him that first warming under his belly button.

The Grail pulsed faster, and the flickers of alien
topographies and brilliantly colored stars increased in
number and variety.

Dolores sucked harder and moved her head back and forth.
Igescu came up behind her then and lifted her up
so that she was standing up but with her knees bent. He
rammed his dick into her asshole and began pumping.
Plugger got down on his knees behind Igescu's lean but-
tocks, spread them, and thrust his tongue up Igescu's ass-
hole. His body rocked back and forth as he rode the
vampire's ass with his face.

Even through the woman and the man, c***de could
feel the shock of Plugger's tongue. He hoped that the
others would form the daisy chain quickly, because if
they didn't they were going to get caught short. He was
going to come soon. This would require starting the
voyage ceremony over again, because the chain had to be
complete, or nearly complete, when he came.

The room started to rotate. The naked bodies of the
men and women seemed to be skating on the edge of a
spinning disc. They slid here and there, catching each
other, going down, tonguing cocks and cunts, ramming
cunts, mouths, and assholes.

And there was Vivienne. And there was a tall man
with a black beard, and burning eyes. His face had
much more distinct features, of course, but the resem-
blance was close enough for c***de to identify him as
Gilles de Rais. He had materialized in his original body,
and he was sticking his dong into the spread buttocks
of a slim blond man who was sucking off Vivienne.

Then Vivienne and de Rais and everybody receded
on the edge of the whirling plate that had been the big
ballroom. Lightning was flashing from the Grail, white
strokes, scarlet flashes, emerald zigzags, yellow streaks,
purple swords with jagged edges. The flashes spurted
upwards from the Grail, bounced off the ceiling, spiraled
down, caromed off the naked writhing bodies of the men
and women, fell to the floor like colored and shattered
stalactites.

c***de felt the gray fluid in him thrusting upward.
But when he looked down, he saw only the red lips
of Dolores, like an unattached cunt, squeezing around his
cock. He could see into his own body, and the gray fluid
was red as mercury in a thermometer and rising as if the
thermometer had been thrust into a furnace. The red
thread sped upward and then leaped out between the
disconnected red lips and spurted like scarlet gunpowder
exploding.”