Space Oddity

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"Maintenance! We've got a situation in gen-room number four!"

Dave, Sig, and Tom snapped their heads up towards the intercom, their game of Texas hold 'em instantly forgotten. Two hands were thrown to the table (Sig had folded early - as always) and the men sprung into action. As Dave and Sig readied their suits, Tom strode over to the intercom, boots clomping on the steel floor. He pressed his finger on the comms switch. "What's the situation, Cooper," he said, brow furrowed and voice steady.

"I'm getting erratic pressure readings from number four's production well!" Cooper said, his voice slightly garbled by static and panic, "it's taking in more geothermal fluid than its injection well can handle, and offsite override isn't responding! I-"

"Need us to get down there and override it manually," Tom said, "Jesus, Cooper, we probably don't even need our silvers for that."

There was a burst of static as Cooper sighed in exasperation. "This isn't just a spike on the graph, Mayer; I'm looking at fucking Mt. Everest on my readings right now. I need you and your team in your entry suits and in number four in the next thirty seconds, or this plant is going to turn into a magma sauna faster than you can say 'plate tectonics!'"

"We'll take care of it," Tom said before moving his finger off the switch. He turned to his crew. "You boys need a rebrief?"

"Nah, our ears're still working," Dave said, already halfway into his suit, "sounds like something just one of us could handle if you ask me."

"Protocol's protocol. Sig, hand me my silver, will you."

Sig unhooked a suit from the hanger labeled "Mayer, Thomas" and walked the twenty-five kilos of fire protection over to Tom. The suit was like a hooded onesie, if onesies had honey-colored faceplates, looked like they were made of aluminum foil, and could withstand temperatures up to fourteen-hundred degrees Kelvin. Grunting, Tom shimmied into his suit, his hearing briefly muffled by rustling and jangling as he secured the hood over his head. He slid his arms into the sleeves, his bony fingers nestling into the gloves at the end. He wiggled his fingers around, loosening up the gloves and making sure they were still flexible enough. They were.

"Alright," Tom said, "we ready?"

"Right n' ready," came Dave's muffled reply. Sig nodded.

"Then let's get this done and get back to our game," Tom said, "I'm one pair short of a full house; that pot's as good as mine."

"Pfeh. Sure it is, Tommy," Dave said.

Chuckling, Tom made his way over to the door of the rec room, his bootsteps muffled by the insulating material of his suit. The door slid to the side with a mechanical whine, and the three of them tromped out in single file. Their steps changed from dull thuds to muffled clanking as they went from the smooth steel of the rec room to the grilled floor of the plant's hallway. There was a constant, faint rumbling as the three made their way down the hall - a duet between the plant's whining turbines and humming machinery. Smooth pipes of all sizes lined the corridors, some running along the wall like oversized handrails, others running from floor to ceiling like undersized columns.

Half a minute of walking later, the three were standing before the entrance to the generator room.

"Did you guys hear rumbling?" Sig said, his hooded head twisting about.

"What, you mean th' turbines?" Dave said.

"No, no it sounded more like an earthquake..."

"Prob'ly just Coop's nerves rubbing off on you, Sig. Nothing seriouser than an electronics malfunction if you ask me."

"Whatever it is, let's get it fixed," Tom said as he entered a pass code onto the door's keypad. "Sig, I want you in the control room to get the manual override in order. Dave, you keep an eye on the pressure gauges while Sig does his magic. I'll stick with communications so Cooper isn't kept in the dark for too long. Any questions, boys?"

"No sir," Dave and Sig replied simultaneously.

"Then let's get to it."

With that, the door slid open and the three maintenance men entered. What was once a faint rumbling was now a dull roar, a roar emanating from the generator that took up the center of the room. Sig bee-lined for the control room while Dave walked over to the gauges next to the separator - the stage of the generator where magma drawn up from the earth was used to superheat water into steam for driving the turbines. The oblong silo was almost as tall as the ceiling, looking like a giant propane tank made to stand on end. As Dave busied himself with the pressure gauges, Tom flipped on the intercom to the left of the entrance. After punching in Cooper's frequency code, he rested his gloved finger on the comms switch.

"Cooper, we're on time and on task. Any more bad news you need to lay on us?"

Static.

"Cooper, do you read?"

More static.

"Oh for... Sig! Is the comms in the control room working?"

"Uh, no," Sig replied, his face glued to a monitor, "I'm in the middle of a system reboot, actually. Couldn't get anything to behave so I decided to start from scratch. That's okay, ri-"

"Well let me know when we're out of our little communications blackout. Dave, anything to report?"

"Sure," Dave said, his face wrinkled in a frown behind his faceplate, "gauges are acting fucky as well. Jumping from fifty to three-thousand and everything in b'tween. Never seen anything like it."

"Christ in  tin can," Tom said, shaking his head. "Alright. Sig?"

"Yeah?"

"How close are you to getting the manual override in order?"

"Two thirds of a progress bar close."

"Any chance you could halve th-"

There was a burst of static from the intercom. Tom spun around, jamming his finger on the comms switch once more. "Cooper! You there?"

"M***R! GET Y*****EAM OUT *****RE!"

"What? Cooper I'm getting some nasty interference on this end, I nee-"

"GET YOUR TEAM OUT OF THERE! IT'S GOING CRITICAL!"

Drawn by the noise, Dave looked back towards the intercom. With his attention diverted, he was unaware of the angry spot growing on the bottom of the separator like a scarlet bruise. The metal casing began to liquefy like hot wax. Tom's eyes widened behind his faceplate. He opened his mouth.

Neither Tom nor Dave had the time to scream before it happened.

There was a teeth-rattling blast as a torrent of magma flowed from the separator. Dave was instantly engulfed by the wave, the silver of his suit disappearing into the red and black of the lava; he barely had time to flail his arms in panic.

In the same moment, Tom's scream of warning turned into a scream of dismay, a scream of dismay that choked out milliseconds later when he saw what was in the lava.

Limbs.

Orange limbs, glowing hot and dripping molten rock, were extending out of the wave and grappling Dave's torso. They were slender yet forceful, grabbing onto his suit and wrapping around his waist. They hugged him tight to the bosom of the lava's surface, then dragged him underneath in the next instant, leaving behind nothing but a bubbling indentation.

Tom barely had time to process what he had seen before the wave of lava began to advance upon him as well. He was frozen in place, stunned by the carnage and deaf to Sig's screams as the control room's barrier began to give way. He might have stayed rooted to the spot until the molasses-like lava was burning his ankles, but as the chunks of igneous rock and red-hot magma drew closer, so did the limbs of fire. They rose out of lava, pawing the air as they reached out towards him.

That got him moving. With a sputtered curse, he stumbled around and ran through the open door, almost tripping over himself as he did so. As soon as he cleared the threshold, he spun around and jammed his finger against the door's control panel, the door itself sliding closed just as the lava was beginning to lick the edges of the entrance. Panting, he bent over, one hand on his knee while the other stayed resting on the control panel. Between his labored breathing fogging up his faceplate and the tears welling underneath his eyes, it was getting difficult for him to see, which was why it took him a moment to notice that the bottom of the doorway was starting to glow.

The bottom of the door melted away, the lava in the room spilling out and spreading across the floor like a giant flaming amoeba. Tom leapt back in panic, then misplaced his footing, tripping up and falling on his ass. As if sensing his blunder, the membrane of molten rock began to seep towards him. He scrambled backwards before flipping himself around and stumbling to his feet, using one of the horizontal pipes lining the wall as a handrail to hoist himself up. He could feel the heat at his heels as he ran down the corridor, his heavy footfalls making the grilled floor rattle beneath him.

With his crew lost and his only form of communication inoperable, the only thought in Tom's mind was to get out of the facility in a way that didn't involve several third-degree burns. He sped down the corridor, running past the elevator and making his way towards the escape-shuttle bay. His hoarse breathing filled up the inside of his suit, and the only sounds he could hear from outside were the thumping of his boots, the rattling of the grilled floor, and the rumbling of the planet beneath.

The lack of any piercing noise made him realize that the facility's breach alarm wasn't sounding, and the emergency lights weren't flashing either. Anyone who wasn't within the sector when the breach happened would have no idea what was going on. The thought of the men in the dormitories waking up to find their beds sinking into the arms of the limb-infested lava sent a shiver through Tom's body, but he kept running. He was in no position to warn them, and he was in perfect position to save himself. Or so he thought.

Tom let loose a raspy sigh of relief as he saw the doorway of the escape-shuttle bay come into view. He stumbled up to the door and was halfway through getting it open when he chanced a look through the door's viewport. His gloved hands stopped dead on the control panel. A hoarse "no" slipped out along with his panicked breaths.

The bay was filled with bubbling lava. Not a single piece of steel floor was left uncovered by the flaming ooze. Some of it was even spilling into the open hatches on the opposite wall where the escape-shuttles were idling. Launching from this floor of the facility would be impossible.

This floor.

In the next instant, Tom was sprinting down the corridor once again. He rounded a corner and came to a section of wall free of pipes. There was a series of slits and a circular keyhole in the wall that betrayed a maintenance access door. He jammed his hand into his pocket, or at least attempted to; his suit was in the way. With a curse, he tore his hood off and threw it to the floor, faceplate clanking on the grill. He glanced to his right, towards the corner that lead back the way he came. The walls were beginning to glow with red light.

He wrenched his arm out of the suit's sleeve and jammed it inside his pocket, grabbing his keychain and wriggling it free through the neck hole of his suit. He caught his keys in his other hand before stabbing his arm back into his sleeve. After a moment of fumbling with his gloves, he found the key he was looking for - a small cylinder attached to a triangular grip, like the key one would use to open a vending machine. Hand trembling, he jammed the key into the circular keyhole and twisted before wrenching the door open, just in time to see his molten pursuer seeping around the corner.

Not even bothering to retrieve his keychain, he ducked into the crawlspace where a ladder to the floor above was waiting for him. With a grunt, he stood back up and jumped in the same motion, slapping his gloved hands on the rungs and climbing up through the darkness, leaving the glowing lava below him. As he shimmied up the ladder, he gave a silent prayer of thanks to the architect who included the crawlspaces in his plans to make wiring and coolant pipe maintenance much easier for Tom's crew. What was once a convenience was now a difference between life and death.

There was a clunk as Tom turned the handle on the inside of the maintenance tunnel hatch, then a bang as he kicked it open. He crawled out, eyes wide and face studded with sweat as he hauled himself up. Wasting no time, he ran to the left back towards the launching bay. Once he reached the bay's upper doors, he punched in the code and slipped inside before the doors were even halfway open.

The walkway banged and rattled underneath his boots as he made his way across the second floor of the launching bay towards the circular hatches on the opposite wall. The lava covering the floor below hissed and sizzled, as if angrily realizing what Tom had done to evade it. He either did not care or did not notice. He ran to the line of hatches for the facility's escape-shuttles - hundred-ton lifeboats with enough juice to get him safely aboard one of the planet's many orbiting space stations. The hatches were open and the engines were hot; all he had to do was get himself inside and light the candle.

Wheezing, he sprung through the hatch and into the main section of the shuttle - a circular, windowless, conference-room-sized crew cabin with walls lined with strap-heavy, reclined seats. As soon as he cleared the hatchway, he slammed himself against the cabin's control panel, his fingers a blur as he inputted the shuttle's launch specifications. The feminine monotone of the shuttle's automated PA system came alive:

"Warning. You are attempting a launch with a crew presence of less than twenty-five percent. Are you cer-"

"YES, I AM DAMN-WELL CERTAIN!" Tom hollered, pounding on the control panel. In the next instant, the hatch slid shut behind him.

"Please find a seat and secure your safety belts. Liftoff will commence in T-minus sixty seconds."

Tom was already halfway done with securing his straps by the time the PA finished talking. With two more clicks, he was fully strapped in - the navy blue belts paired with the silver of his entry suit making him look like a tackily-wrapped present. He laid his head against the headrest, closing his eyes as the PA began the final countdown.

"Twelve. Eleven. Ten. Nine."

Tom felt his entire body trembling as the shuttle's engines ignited. The rumbling of the planet was overwhelmed by the roar of the rockets. The PA's voice wavered along with Tom's shivering eardrums. If he had strained his ears, he might have heard the mechanical whine of the silo doors opening above.

"Eight. Seven. Six."

As the moment of truth approached, Tom thought he heard a faint gurgling sound. He paid it no mind; it was probably his insides churning with terror.

"Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero."

An explosion.

In the span of half a second, Tom found himself three inches deeper inside his seat. The skin of his face was pulled taut like he had a flesh magnet glued to the back of his head. His eyes were forced open as the lids were pulled back. Even so, he was still completely blind, the shaking of the shuttle making everything in front of him a blue and grey blur. Through the cacophony, he heard the faint voice of the PA congratulating him on a successful liftoff.

As Tom rattled about inside, the missile-like shuttle was screaming towards the orange heavens, a white trail of rocket exhaust flowing behind it like a giant pillar of cotton. A stout cone of condensed water trembled on the nose of the shuttle as it began to break the sound barrier five times over - and it was only getting faster. The volcanic rock and boiling oceans of the planet below became smaller and indistinct, the horizon following suit as the sky was steadily replaced by the black expanse of space.

Tom had escaped.

In time his body overcame the jolt of over thirty-thousand Newtons of thrust. By then he was teetering on unconsciousness. His vision was swimming not only from the launch, but also from his sense of balance as his vestibular system adjusted to the micro-g environment. After scrunching up his head and taking several deep breaths to get his blood flowing again, he felt himself stabilizing.

The PA system came alive once again with a soft tone.

"Attention, evacuees. As per Geothermal Plant I-969 evacuation procedure, your shuttle will be rendezvousing with Schneider Station, Vector Two. Please select one of your crewmates to be the spokesman for your situation report. Thank you for your cooperation."

Tom placed a gloved hand on his forehead and gave a grumbling sigh. "Christ in a tin can," he thought, "won't that be fun. 'Pardon the mess, sir, but our plant was fucked over by a sea of magma that somehow managed to penetrate over a kilometer of crust without triggering any alarms. None of our crew made it out of their dorms, my supervisor is MIA, and oh, did I mention the lava tried to hug me?'"

After another sigh, a groan, and a few cricks of his neck, he reached down and unbuckled himself from his seat, his body beginning to drift the instant the last strap was undone. Reaching up, he grabbed one of the bars on the ceiling to orient himself into an upright position. Upright from his perspective, at least. Once he was steady, he began to take his suit off, trying to keep at least one hand on the bars above him at all times. His suit crinkled and jingled as he peeled it off, the tinny sounds mixing in with the droning ambience of the shuttle. There were occasional bursts of rumbling when the thrusters fired off outside - course corrections.

With one last tug, he freed himself of his entry suit, uncovering his red jumpsuit underneath. He folded the silver up, gently pushing himself down so he could anchor himself to his seat again. Once he had a foot/hand-hold, he used the safety straps to secure his suit to the seat. He didn't want it bouncing about the cabin.

He pushed off the chair, hooking a hand on the ceiling bars before directing himself towards the middle of the cabin. It would take up to six hours for the shuttle to reach Schneider Station, and until then he had nothing to entertain himself with besides his thoughts and maybe some emergency rations tucked away somewhere. He blew out a sigh and began to gently spin in place, fiddling with the pockets of his jumpsuit as he weighed his options in weightlessness.

He yawned.

Yes, sleep was another option. He had never slept in micro-g before, but after sprinting through the plant's corridors wearing a twenty-five kilo suit and experiencing a rocket launch back-to-back, he felt like he could sleep on a bed of knives - assuming he wasn't woken up by dreams of his coworker's demises. With another yawn, he pulled himself over to a seat before pushing himself down. He had anchored himself to his seat and had one of the straps in his hands when he noticed something.

There was a hatch in the middle of the floor. He frowned, puzzling over why it had caught his eye. A few moments later, he realized why: the metal of the hatch was slowly beginning to glow red. His face quickly began to turn white.

"N-no... how-"

The hatch burst open with a hiss, the locking mechanism melting before the door could be liquefied. With a cry of dismay, Tom backed against the wall, his arms and feet locked onto anything he could find to keep himself from drifting away. An orange glow filled the cabin as a thick tendril of lava rose up from the hatch, twisting around like a periscope. After a few seconds of turning, the lava faced Tom. He broke out into a sweat as the column of molten rock seemed to look him over. He could feel the heat on his face; it was like opening up an oven and getting a blast of the burned food within. For a few seconds, both Tom and the lava were still.

Then the lava began to change.

It shrank back at first, thickening itself as the strand shortened. When it was a little under six feet in length, the entire mass began to quiver and contort. Then two familiar, slender orange limbs poked out of the sides of the lava column.

Tom watched, dumbstruck, as the lava began to slide back down into the hatch, revealing the figure the two arms belonged to. First came the face, a woman's face that looked like it could have been sculpted by a classical Roman artisan, sporting eyes that glowed with the ferocity of a planet's inner core. Instead of hair, A continuous fountain of gooey, ash-grey molten rock flowed from her scalp, cascading down the sides and back of her head in slick strands before fusing with the red-hot lava of her shoulders. Her arms and curvy upper body were a glowing orange, with a pair of breasts that seemed to be making the most of being in micro-g. The bits of magma that broke free of surface tension were rolling off in tiny glowing balls that began to drift around the cabin like energetic fireflies. From her hips ran two slender, dark-red legs with veins of lava covering her thighs like provocative tattoos. A golem of lava.

Finally, the lava finished receding, reduced to a steaming puddle on the cabin's floor. The lava golem stood where she was, her glowing eyes fixed on Tom. Perhaps watching a friend get pulled away by (what he had assumed were) disembodied arms of lava had made Tom much more accepting of the supernatural, as he did not feel the need to blink his eyes, pinch his skin, or slap his face. He only felt the need to evade the creature. He looked around the cabin, trying to find an escape route. The hatch to the first-floor crew cabin was covered by lava. The boarding hatch wouldn't lead anywhere except the vacuum of space for another six hours. The hatch on the ceiling that lead to the shuttle's emergency guidance system was directly above the lava golem's head, and even if he made it inside, hatches seemed to pose no problem to the selective heat of the lava. A muted "fuck..." passed through Tom's lips as his options of escape shrank down to zero. All he could do now was try to avoid getting caught by the creature for over six hours, which he might be able to do if it stayed put.

The woman began to drift forward, lifting her arms and holding out her palms towards Tom.

*Come.*

Tom gasped through his teeth, putting a palm to his temple.

*Come burn with us.*

Tom massaged his head as the voice, smooth as polished granite and wispy as geyser steam, echoed inside his mind. "Us? Who-"

There was movement in the lava puddle covering the lower hatch. Another slender arm rose out of the molten rock, waving through the air before securing itself on the cabin's floor. A second lava golem was making her way up from below. She rose up, a carbon copy of the one who was already halfway done with closing the gap between herself and Tom. Once she had raised to her full height, she too began to drift towards him, arms outstretched, palms up and open, face bare of emotion.

*Burn with us.*

Tom's expression of fear and disbelief scrunched into a glare of determination. No, he wasn't about to burn in this tin can after he had managed to run through hell and blast his ass off the planet's surface at speeds over mach twenty. He was going to survive, he was going to board Schneider Station, and he was going to have the mother of all situation reports ready to deliver when he got there.

Planting his feet on the cabin's walls, he kicked off, sailing through the air towards the opposite wall and away from the pair of lava golems, brushing past the floating droplets of magma as he sped through the air. One of the golems tried to reach for him, but he was too nimble, her hands grasping nothing but empty space as he careened past. As he approached the opposite wall, he twisted onto his back and shoved the ceiling of the cabin so he began to flip, allowing him to land feet-first on the wall, gripping the safety straps on the seats to keep himself from rebounding. He looked towards his pursuers, his face set and his knees primed for another launch.

The pair of lava golems hesitated for a moment, then began to drift again. This time, they spread themselves apart, trying to cover as much of Tom's airspace as they could manage without leaving any gaping holes in their approach. He frowned, their unexpected problem-solving skills putting a damper on his confidence.

*Don't run.*

*Burning won't hurt.*

*We want you with us.*

*Come burn wi-*

"SHUT UP!" Tom snarled. With that, he kicked off again, flying through the air towards the opposite wall in what he hoped was a safe trajectory, and it would have been, had his enemy been human. As soon as Tom drew near, a burst of magma flew out of the golem's waist, pushing her towards him like a thruster. She shot sideways, directly into Tom's path, her arms stretched out, ready to embrace him. Tom cried out, raising his arms up to try and stop himself on the ceiling bars. He was not quick enough.

With a wet thud, the two of them collided, their inertia sending them spinning about the cabin. Tom thrashed about, trying to tear himself free, but no matter how hard he struggled, the lava-woman's embrace held fast. She drew him in tighter, rubbing herself all over his front. He screamed as his jumpsuit burst into flame, the synthetic fabrics igniting at the touch of her molten skin. Piece by piece, his clothing faded away into invisible particles of ash until he was completely naked and glistening with sweat.

As soon as he was free of clothing, the heat that smothered him began to soften. What at first felt like a cruel oven now felt like a welcoming hearth after a day of hiking through knee-deep snow. Tom stopped struggling for a moment - caught off guard by the sudden change. Taking advantage of his brief docility, the second lava golem drifted behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and sandwiching him between herself and her sister. Before he could try to kick her off, she entwined her legs around his. Tom grunted and resumed struggling, trying to get his limbs free.

*Be still.*

"The hell I wi-MPH!"

Tom was silenced with a kiss. The golem in front had moved her dripping hands up to his head, forcing him to accept her tongue of flame into his mouth. He tried to tear himself away, but between the hands caressing his scalp and the arms hugging his waist, he was completely immobile. He could only squirm and grunt out muffled curses as the golem toyed with his mouth, entwining his tongue with her own. Every bit of flesh teased by her tongue was tickled with a spicy taste that left him feeling short of breath. Eventually the feeling became more literal than figurative, and he had to stop grunting and start breathing through his nose. He took in an ashy scent akin to charcoal after a summer barbeque.

The lava golem's kiss continued as the three of them drifted out into the middle of the room, their frantic spin slowed to a gentle rotation. Drunk on her taste and scent, Tom's struggling died down to the point where the second golem loosened her grip, letting her hands slide across his bare stomach, more droplets of magma floating off her fingers and joining the swarm surrounding the trio. She unhooked one of her legs from his. Tom trembled as she let one of her hands travel downwards, rubbing his hips and pausing on his thigh before it began to rotate around his freed leg towards his groin.

Tom's eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat as the golem behind him rested her gooey hand on his flaccid cock. He tried to turn his head, but the golem in front kept his lips fully locked to her own as she continued to suck and toy with his mouth. He could only tense up as the other golem's fingers wrapped around his shaft and smothered it in dripping warmth. Surface tension created a glowing tube of magma droplets around his cock like a fleshy sleeve. Gently, she began to sway her hand forward and back, directing the tube so it could squeeze and tremble around his dick, the sleeve sliding forward and putting tender, warm pressure on his glans with every thrust. Tom closed his eyes and groaned as he hardened, goaded on by one golem's kisses and the other's gentle handwork. The golem behind him upped her attentions, tickling the nape of his neck with her hot lips and massaging his back with her breasts.

They settled into a rhythm as their bodies settled horizontally in midair, still in the middle of the cabin. Though Tom was making shuddering moans as the golem's toyed with him, the golem's themselves kept silent save for the soft wet smacks of their kisses. In time, the lava golem unlocked her lips from Tom's. He drew back with a gasp, the inside of his mouth still tingling from her spicy kiss.

*Is he ready to meld.*

*Yes sister.*

"Wuh-what are- ah!"

Tom cried out as he felt a new pressure on his cock. He glanced down to see that an opening had appeared between the lava golem's legs, an opening that glowed with a fierce orange light. Heat radiated from within, the waves of warmth sliding over the head of Tom's sleeved cock. As the golem in front of him lowered her hand to spread herself open, the golem behind eased him forward, taking his dick in her hand and guiding it into her sister's glowing pussy.

The golem closed her glowing eyes as Tom entered her with a wet thrust. There was a click as Tom clenched his teeth shut in reaction to her hot, squirming insides, the flow of her inner magma caressing his dick like so many searing-hot tongues. Before he could move himself, the golem behind him wrapped her arms around his waist again and began forcing him in and out of her sister's pussy with firm thrusts. He started panting and sweating, the heat and the pressure working on his body as he was forced against the glowing flesh of the lava golem again and again, every wet slap sending another flurry of floating droplets into the cabin.

Soon, there was no need for the lava golem to force Tom; he was bucking his hips and sinking his cock in and out of his partner's glowing pussy of his own accord, the force of his thrusts sending the three of them spinning in place. Now that she didn't have to encourage him, the golem behind Tom draped her arms around his chest, letting his arms float free as she peppered his neck with spicy kisses.

Tom desperately wanted to use his now free arms to fight back, but instead he found them wrapping around the shoulders of the golem before him as he continued to thrust into her, faster and faster. He moaned and panted, but no matter how frantic he became, his two molten lovers stayed silent - silent, but tender. The golem in front kept her arms wrapped around his waist, while her sister continued to smother herself against his back. He winced as a pleasant pressure gripped his balls - an orgasm in the making.

As if sensing his approaching release, the molten insides of the golem began to swirl around his cock, flowing over the tender flesh in waves of alternating pressure; a volcanic suction system that was doing everything in its power to milk Tom of everything his dick had to offer. His eyes began to water and his chest began to heave as he drew closer to climax. Droplets of sweat floated off of his skin and joined the droplets of magma that orbited them. His cock began to tremble as it slid in and out of the golem's twisting, glowing depths.

"Cuh-c-cum-" Tom began, but before he could get out a coherent sentence, he clamped his eyes shut and let out a ecstatic gasp. His body tensed up. With one last throb, his cock unleashed a torrent of cum into the molten-hot pussy of the lava golem. There was a sound like someone had thrown a pale of water onto a cooking grill as his semen flowed and mixed into the magma of the golem's insides. As soon as his seed had started pouring out, the lava golem in front of him locked her slender, dark-red legs around his hips and hugged him tight, making sure every drop of his cum found its way inside of her. The other golem pitched in as well, adjusting herself to give her sister's legs more room while at the same time wrapping her arms around both Tom and her sister so they were hugged close. Tom exhaled and trembled as another jet of his seed shot out of his cock and into his lover, sizzling as it entered.

Eventually, his orgasm was spent and his body relaxed as he let loose a sigh. He nodded his head down onto his lover's shoulder, his eyes dazed and half-lidded. He panted softly, his sweaty chest rising and falling in time with his gentle inhales and exhales. He twitched slightly as the golem in front of him ran a glowing hand through his hair.

*Is he ready to burn.*

*No sister. He still shows yearning for a life outside of our touch.*

*He needs more convincing then.*

*Yes sister.*

Tom groaned as the lava golem unhooked her legs from his hips and drew away from him, his semi-flaccid cock sliding out of her with a drawn-out schlick. His dick flopped out of her glowing pussy, a faint strand of juice still connecting the two organs. She then floated downwards until she was eye-to-eye with his dick. At the same time, the golem behind him unwrapped herself as well, rising up until her hips were level with his head. Before he could ask what was going to happen next, Tom gasped as the golem below gave his glans a gentle kiss, a gentle kiss that turned into a hot suckling as she took his cock in her mouth inch by inch. He cried out, moaning as she gently bobbed her head back and forth, taking in more and more of his length with each suck of her tender lips. Her spicy tongue swirled around his head, teasing and tingling every single curve of his glans with passionate attention. As she serviced him, she brought a hand down and began to toy with herself, sinking a pair of fingers into her folds as she indulged in his taste.

Looking to join in on the fun as well, the golem that had risen above Tom rotated herself around him until her dripping, glowing pussy was in front of his face. Before he could protest she wrapped her thick, warm thighs around his head and buried his mouth in her depths, only allowing his nose room to breathe so he could drink in her ashen scent. She rested a hand on the back of his head and firmly massaged his scalp, urging him to give her as much attention as her sister was giving him.

Not one to be selfish, Tom gave in to her silent directions. Her thighs tensed up and her heels gently dug into his back as he fished his tongue into her searing depths, the spicy taste of her insides filling his mouth. His rhythm followed the rhythm of the golem's attentions on his cock, his length now throat-deep as she made full use of the fact that she did not require air to breathe. A subtle bulge bobbed up and down her neck as she forced herself to take in as much of Tom's girth as she could manage, her tongue almost touching the top of his balls. Suckling, licking, and kissing sounds filled the cabin as the three floated and spun about, a three-person long oral love-train.

By now there were so many droplets of sweat and magma floating in the air that the cabin looked like a colorful three-dimensional projection of a star field. Tom moaned, the vibrations of his vocalization causing the golem above him to clench her thighs harder, digging her heels deeper and forcing his exploring tongue further up in to her pussy. At the same time, he felt another spark of pressure in his lower regions. The lava golem with her lips locked around his cock was driving him further and further towards a milky-white crescendo as she coated his dick with so much searing-hot love. The golem above now had both her hands on the back of his head, bucking her hips as she forced herself against him as hard as she could, sometimes smothering his nose as well. All three were nearing a volcanic release that promised to leave them with a marathon-level of exhaustion. They pressed on, eagerly striving for that release.

Eventually it came, as did they. Tom gave a muffled scream as he jerked his hips forward and wrapped his hands around the lava golem's gooey hair, his cock going so deep down her throat that her lips were practically kissing his balls. Another torrent of cum spilled forth from his dick and poured down her gullet, slicking up her insides with pearly love. At the same time, both lava golem's erupted, a salty torrent of love-lava gushing out into Tom's mouth as the golem gripped her thighs around his head with an amount of pressure one could use to make coal into diamonds. The golem below also released, the burst from her pussy slightly pushing them towards the ceiling as the three of them collapsed into each other, the pleasure breaking up the train in a wreck of orgasmic glee.

In time, the three of them stopped trembling. Their orgasms spent, they simply floated through the cabin, basking in the afterglow as they held each other close.

*Is he ready to burn.*

*Yes sister. He shows nothing but yearning for our touch now.*

*Good. He shall make a fine addition to the mantle.*

*Yes sister.*

Tom did not understand their words. Neither did he understand the words of the PA system. Something about "catastrophic guidance failure," and "thrusters inoperable" and "critical re-entry heat levels." All of it was just so much noise compared to the two vixens at his side, their hot hands running over his skin as they massaged his body. The three of them floated peacefully, the fruits of their love-making surrounding them in the form of so many sweat and magma droplets.

Everything was heating up.

Everything was starting to glow.

Everything was falling.

He would burn.