Alex Chen's last memory was the impact.
He felt like he remembered screech of tires, shattering of glass and a crushing force against his chest. Then... Nothing.
But now... there was something.
Sensation flooded back into his consciousness like a tidal wave. Heat. Pressure. Movement. Rhythmic, primal motion that his body seemed to be in as even as his mind struggled to catch up.
*What... what is this?*
His eyes fluttered open— no, it's best to say they were already open? Everything however was blurry, hazy, like looking through water. But he could feel something.
There was a body beneath him. Soft. Warm. Moving. A woman, he realized dimly, her form pressed against his in ways that sent electric shocks through his entire being. Her skin was impossibly smooth, white unblemished and untainted by anything in the world. Her curves pressed against him in all the right places.
*Am I... am I having sex?*
The thought was absurd. He'd been in a car. He'd been driving home. He'd been... dying?
But the sensations were too real, too intense to be a dream. Or maybe this was what dying felt like? Some kind of a final hallucination? An afterlife? If it was this was one he would welcome with open arms.
His hand moved on its own, like it knew what to do when his brain didn't. Something soft filled his palm—way too soft, way too full. A tit. A fucking massive breast that his hand couldn't even wrap around completely. It's nipple was hard as a rock against his palm, and when he squeezed, the woman's moan cut through the air.
"Ahh... Hnnng... Saint..."
*Saint?* The fuck? Who calls someone that?
"Haahhhh.." A groan rumbled out of him—deep, way deeper than his voice should be. This wasn't his body. His hands were bigger, his arms thicker, everything about him was... more. Way more.
But holy shit, did it feel real. Realer than real. The woman under him came into focus and his brain short-circuited. Long dark hair everywhere, eyes half-shut, lips parted like she was begging for something. And she was drop-dead gorgeous. Better lookin than any woman he had ever seen.
She was wearing a nun's habit. Or what was left of one, anyway. The fabric was torn to hell, pushed aside to show off her impossibly well formed curves. Her tits were huge—one of them was in his hand, and he could feel her heartbeat thumping against his palm. His other hand had a death grip on her thigh, holding her leg up and spread wide open for him.
*What the actual fuck is going on?*
His hips kept moving without his permission, driving into her over and over.
Then he noticed the other thing. The thing buried inside her. His dick—and it was massive. Way bigger than anything he'd ever had. It was sliding in and out of her, making these wet, sloppy sounds that shouldn't be turning him on but definitely were.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
Each thrust made that sound louder, made her moan louder, made his head spin harder. He couldn't stop staring at her. Her left thigh he was holding was thick and soft, perfect in every way. Her skin smooth as silk, and he could see her every muscle tense when he drove into her. She was suprisingly well built despite how soft she looked.
His eyes dropped lower, past her hip, down to where they were connected. Her pussy was spread wide, glistening and wet. A neat little triangle of dark hair framed it, and holy fuck, it was the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. Pink and swollen, stretched tight around his cock as he hammered into her.
*Damn! She's perfect.*
He couldn't look away. His cock sliding in and out, her pussy gripping him like a vice, the way she clenched around him with every thrust—it was hypnotic.
"Hnnng... Ah... Saint... please..." Her voice broke, her whole body shaking under him.
"Please... Hnnng... Saint Caelum... fuck me harder..." Her voice was breathy, desperate, like she'd die if he stopped. "I need more... deeper... please... Hnnng..."
*Saint Caelum?* That name meant jack shit to him, but his body didn't care. His hips picked up speed, driving into her harder, and she let out this broken cry that only made him harder.
"Ah! Hnnng! Yes! Harder! Please, Saint!"
Her moans were driving him fucking insane.
He glanced down and almost came right there. His cock, thick and hard, disappearing into her pussy with each thrust. When he pulled out, it was slick with her juices. When he slammed back in, her pussy stretched around him, trying to hold him inside.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
The sound was constant now, wet and loud and fucking obscene. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen, gripping his cock like they didn't want to let go. When he pulled out, they tried to hold him. When he drove back in, they spread wide, taking every inch.
"Hnnng... Fuck... it's so big... so deep..." Her eyes rolled back, her whole body writhed under him. He could feel her tiny tremors.
"Shit," he grunted, his voice way deeper than it should be. He slammed into her harder, driving his cock deeper, and she screamed louder.
*This is a dream. This has to be a dream.*
But dreams didn't feel like this. Dreams didn't have this kind of detail, this kind of intensity. Every thrust sent waves of sensation through him that made his head spin. The heat, the tightness, the way she squeezed around him with each movement—it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
Alex had had sex before. A few times, with a couple of girlfriends in college and after. It had been nice. Pleasant. But this... this was something else entirely. This was overwhelming. Consuming. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire, every sensation magnified a thousand times.
"Fuck, you're tight," the words tumbled out in a voice that wasn't his—deeper, rougher, like gravel. Her whole body clenched around him, and he let out this low grunt.
"Yes... yours... all yours..." Her back arched, pressing her tits against him. The one he wasn't holding bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't stop staring. They were huge, perfect, and the way they jiggled was hypnotic as hell.
He grabbed her other tit, squeezing both of them now, feeling them bounce in his hands. But his eyes kept dropping lower, back to where his cock was buried in her pussy, watching it slide in and out.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
He was fucking her harder now, more desperate. Her thick thighs pressed against his hips with each thrust. Her pussy gripped him like it was trying to keep him inside, squeezing him, milking him. It was too much. Way too much. And he never wanted it to stop.
The room around them was opulent. He could see that now, as his vision cleared. Rich fabrics, golden decorations, candles casting flickering light. A bed—no, not a bed. Some kind of platform, covered in silks and cushions. This wasn't a normal room. Everything looked obviously high grade to his naked eye.
*Where am I?*
The question echoed in his mind for a bit, but he put it to the back of his mind and focused on the feeling of her beneath him, around him, squeezing him in ways that made him forget how to think.
Her leg was soft and thick, perfect in his hands. He could feel every curve, every inch of her smooth skin. And her pussy—fuck, it was so tight, so hot, so perfect around his cock that he thought he might actually lose his mind.
He couldn't stop looking at her. That little bush, dark and neat, framing her pussy. His cock sliding in and out, making those wet sounds. Her pussy lips, pink and perfect, trying to hold him inside when he pulled out.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
Every thrust drove him deeper, made her moan louder, made his head spin harder. Her pussy stretched around him, gripped him, tried to milk him dry with every movement.
"Please... harder... Hnnng..." Her voice was breaking, her whole body shaking.
"Fuck," he growled, slamming into her harder, driving his cock so deep she screamed.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
The sound was constant now, a wet, rhythmic beat that matched their movements. In and out. In and out. Each thrust drove him deeper, made her moan louder, made everything feel more intense.
"Don't stop... never stop..." Her nails dug into his back, leaving marks. "Fuck me... use me... I'm yours..."
*Wait, this is like those fucking novels I read.*
The thought hit him like a truck. Transmigration. Isekai. Getting dropped into another world in someone else's body. That's exactly what this felt like.
*No way. That's not real. That's just stories.*
But everything pointed to it. This body wasn't his. This woman wasn't from his world. This room looked like it came straight out of a fantasy game. And the way everything felt—too intense, too perfect, too fucking real.
*I'm dead. I died in that crash. And now... what? I'm in someone else's body fucking a nun?*
He should be freaking out. Should be stopping, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. But his body didn't give a shit. It kept moving, kept thrusting, kept driving into her like it had a mind of its own.
Her eyes opened fully, and he found himself staring into dark, seductive eyes.
She smiled, and it was the most seductive thing he'd ever seen. Her lips curved, her eyes sparkled, and she moved beneath him, meeting his thrusts with her own, taking him deeper.
"Break me... use me... I want all of you..." Her voice was getting desperate, needy. "Deeper... harder... please..."
His body moved with strength that wasn't his. Something was building inside him, something big, something that was going to wreck him.
The room pulsed weirdly, candles flickering in ways that made no sense. Shadows moved on the walls, and for a second he thought he saw symbols—weird, twisted shit that made his head hurt.
*What the hell is this place?*
But he couldn't think about that. Not when she was squeezing him like this, milking him, driving him toward something he'd never felt before. This wasn't just sex. This was something else. Something that felt like it was changing him, fucking with him, turning him into something he wasn't.
*I should stop. I need to figure this out.*
But his body said fuck that. It had its own plans, and right now those plans involved fucking her until she couldn't move no more.
"Yes! Fuck me harder!" Her moans were getting wild, desperate. Her pussy tightened around him like his thing was getting stroked inside her pussy by a pair of dainty hands squeezing him, and her whole body convulsed. Her back arched, head thrown back, and she let out this scream that was pure pleasure mixed with something else.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
The sound was constant, wet and loud. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him, trying to pull him deeper. Every thrust made her moan louder, made his head spin harder.
"I'm so close... don't stop... please..." Her voice was breaking, her whole body shaking.
He grunted, slamming into her harder, faster, and she screamed. Her body convulsed, and he thought he might explode right there.
He looked down and almost lost it. His cock, thick and hard, hammering into her pussy over and over. Her pussy stretched around him, gripping him tight. Her thick thighs pressed against his hips. That little bush framing her perfect pussy. It was too much. Way too much.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
Her pussy lips were pink and swollen, trying to hold him inside when he pulled out, spreading wide when he drove back in.
*Fuck it. I'll figure this shit out later. Right now, I'm finishing this.*
He didn't know where he was, didn't know what was happening, didn't know who the hell he even was anymore. But he knew one thing—he wasn't stopping. Not when she felt this good, not when his body was screaming for release.
He drove into her harder, deeper, faster, and she screamed like she was dying.
"YES! FUCK ME HARDER!" Her scream echoed off the walls, her body writhing under him.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
The sound was deafening now. His cock slamming into her pussy, her lips gripping him, that little bush framing the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. It was too much to take in, but he couldn't look away.
He could feel it building, growing, about to break. Her pussy squeezed him, milked him, pulled him deeper. Her thick thighs pressed against his hips. Her perfect body writhed beneath him.
"I'm coming! I'm cominggggggg---nngghhhhhhh!" Her whole body clenched around him, back arching, head thrown back.
He watched her pussy clench around his cock, watched her body convulse, watched her tits bounce, watched her thighs shake. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
It was building, growing, about to explode. And then it did.
*Splurttttt*
"Fuck!" The word ripped out of him, deep and rough, as he slammed into her one last time, driving deep, feeling her pussy clench around him, feeling everything explode.
*Squelch.* *Splurttttt* *Splurttttt*
He came inside her, his seed spilling into her, her pussy milking him dry. His vision went white, and for a second, there was nothing but pure fucking pleasure.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, heart pounding, his whole body shaking. But wait—his dick was still hard. Still throbbing. Still buried deep inside her, still feeling her pussy clench around him.
*What the hell?*
He pulled out, his cock sliding free with a wet sound, and holy shit. His cum, white and thick, was spilling out of her pussy, running down her thighs, dripping onto the silks. She was out of it, eyes half-shut, body still shaking, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
*Fuck, she's gorgeous.*
He stared at her, at his cum leaking out of her, and then his eyes drifted to his own body. His chest was ripped, muscles defined and powerful. His arms were thick, strong. His abs were hard as rock. This wasn't his body. Not even close.
*What the actual fuck?*
But his cock was still hard, still demanding more. And she was right there, dazed and perfect, her pussy still wet with his cum, still open for him.
*Fuck it. I'll figure this shit out tomorrow.*
He didn't know where he was, didn't know what was happening, didn't know who he was anymore. But he knew one thing—he wasn't done. Not even close.
He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, pushing her onto all fours. Her ass in air, perfect and round and her wet cave still dripping with his cum.
"Please..." Her voice was weak, her body shaking.
He didn't say anything. Just positioned himself behind her and drove his cock into her from behind.
*Squelch.*
*PAH-PAH-PAH*
She cried out, her body arching, her ass pressed against his hips. He could see her pussy stretched around his cock, his cum still leaking out, mixing with her wetness, making everything slick.
"Fuck," he growled, gripping her hips, slamming into her over and over.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
The sound was constant, wet and loud. He could see his body in the candlelight, muscles flexing with each thrust, his cock disappearing into her pussy. Her tits bounced with every movement as she moaned weakly, her body shaking.
He didn't stop. He kept going, kept fucking her. All night. Through her moans, through her pleas, through her exhaustion. He fucked her until she couldn't move, until she was a complete mess, until the sun started peeking through the windows.
*I'll figure this out tomorrow.*
For now, there was only this. Only her. Only the feeling of her around him, the sound of their bodies slapping together and the overwhelming lust that filled the room.
*Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.*
The sound continued all night as he fucked her, as his body moved with skills he didn't have, as everything blurred into pure sensation. It felt like it was changing him, fucking with him, turning him into something else.
But he didn't give a shit. Not when she felt this good, not when his body was still rearing to go.
*Tomorrow. I'll deal with it tomorrow.*