"Alone at last," the mysterious tall blonde joked softly, stepping forward. "I'm Svanhild. We need to talk."
"Talk?" Steel permitted himself a deep exhale. "That would be ... novel."
"Larissa was right about you."
"In any particular way?"
"She's right that you are a danger to society. But she doesn't even begin to imagine how great a danger. She thinks you threaten a social code. It's even worse than that. In my opinion, society is doomed to collapse, and you are about to become very important."
"Society is going to collapse? What -- I turn into Mad Max?" Steel tried to concentrate on Svanhild's voice. Her accent somehow made her effortlessly authoritative as well as very charming. German? Or perhaps Scandinavian? He's wasn't good with accents.
"I have a theory about you." Steel guessed she already loved her theory an awful lot, because she was grinning so much. "I believe a mutation like you once appeared over 60,000 years ago, when the human race today was still mostly just one group, when there were still only a few thousand of us as one centralized population. Your predecessor appeared, and had sex with every woman he could find -- and every woman who could find him. And your predecessor lives on in the Jungian racial memory, locked away deep in the back of every woman's mind, an ultimate stud bringing ultimate ecstasy."
Steel was intrigued by a woman actually being able to talk to him -- even lecture him -- though he did notice that this woman too was slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
"Even now," said Svanhild, "we women are civilized, even liberated -- and yet we still want that male who can annihilate our minds, our identities and our very sense of self." She flung her blouse aside. "The legend lives on, of an ideal primitive existence, the Garden of Eden, a simple animal life of nothing but woman taking pleasure from man. All of civilization is based on pursuing new forms of happiness. But look around you. Civilization is in collapse."
Steel literally looked around him. "I just see six women in collapse."
"Everything is crashing down," Svanhild said coolly, a little too happily, as she kicked her shoes and flung her skirt aside, then reached behind herself. "Civilization is dying -- but it won't matter, because the ultimate stud has come back, after over 60,000 years, to lead us back to that joy we all secretly crave!"
Steel gulped respectfully as Svanhild unleashed her industrial strength bra from her own mountainous breasts and gleefully slithered out of her panties to carefully crawl up onto the bed past the other women. "Svanhild, that's really flattering, but I'm already kind of under a lot of pressure here -- Ahhh!"
Steel arched his head back as Svanhild nestled his shaft deeply and snugly within her cleavage and began to suck him with wild abandon. He had to hand it to her, she was good ... ! |