PROLOGUE!!!

[Author's note: If you haven't read the synopsis already, I humbly request that you do, so as to gain a better understanding of the subsequent chapters and not get lost. Thank you!]

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Ashen took a step back, only to feel two hands on his shoulder, holding him in place. Before him was the impossible: The infinite corridor of carnal delight.

Before Ashen could react, he was shoved forward. He stumbled inside, the doors slamming shut behind him with finality. In that last moment, he heard Carabosse's words drift through the closing gap.

"He's eighteen but still a child within. He must be stripped of all innocence in order to satisfy our desires..."

The doors sealed shut, leaving Ashen alone in the swirling, infinite corridor of carnal delight.

Ashen pushed himself up, palms pressing against... nothing. And yet, something. A floor that wasn't a floor, as insubstantial as mist yet somehow bearing his weight.

He stood, a perfectly tailored jacket with golden embroidery hugging his frame. The infinite corridor stretched before him, a dizzying tunnel of turquoise and pink energy. Walls, ceiling, floor – all blended into one continuous stream. He took a step forward, half-expecting to fall through the non-existent ground. But it held.

Another step. Then another. He walked, aimless yet drawn forward by an inexorable pull. The corridor seemed to shift and breathe around him, stories unfolding in every eddy and swirl of energy.

To his left, a scene crystallized, and a woman came to view. She bent over at the waist and clambered onto a bed.

"So you can do what you like, I like to be thrown around a little, you know? Anything goes, I want you to hurt me, but don't leave any marks. You know, leave marks, but they have to be below the clothing line. Not the face, but other than that... do your best." She instructed a man.

Face down on the bed, she swiveled her hips to shift her big cheeks from one side to the other. She could hear his zipper and belt being fumbled with, pants hitting the floor. Slapping her ass playfully, she tried to coax him further to get rowdy with her. As it turns out, she didn't need to try so hard, and within seconds, he was behind her, mounting her with vigor.

The scene dissolved, melting back into the corridor's chaos. Ashen blinked, a chill running down his spine. He walked on.

To his right, another story unfurled. It was about a man cradling the back of a woman's head and gently guiding her lips to his inner thigh, "Open your mouth."

She obeyed and watched him desire in her gaze as he jacked himself off above her. When the pleasure became too much, he pulled her to his tip and tilted her head back. "Open wider and stick your tongue out."

The command made her arch and the sight undid him, so that he grunted, pumping himself while cum spritzed into her mouth. She couldn't nearly fit him inside, but she took what he gave her with a whine and lifted as if she wished she could. "Good girl," he gasped out.

She swallowed in answer and sighed in a form of satisfaction even while she went still in an interestingly subdued state.

"Thank you. So much." She shivered.

The scene faded again, leaving Ashen with an unsatisfied arousal in the pit of his stomach. But he pressed on, the corridor seeming to stretch endlessly before him.

Ahead, the energy merged once more, forming a new story:

"You fucking take it!" A huge man played his part better than the woman he mounted could have imagined. She was genuinely scared.

"Make it worth the money, right? Hurt you the way you want me to?" She tried to crawl away from him but he clamped onto her hip meat so she couldn't go anywhere. The last twenty strokes deep up her battered asshole had to be the hardest. His hammering pelvis was beating against her so hard she felt her feelings rattle in her head.

She knew she'd feel this in the morning. Maybe for days. He finally let out a primal roar as his balls tightened, and he pumped wad after wad into her damaged asshole.

They lay panting and sweating for a moment silently after it was over. The woman wanted to ask if she could request for him specifically, if she were in town again, but before she could form any words, he got up to leave saying, "That was so worth your hit and run. It's funny, I thought after you ignored me in traffic honking at you, that following you to your hotel to confront you would be a really bad idea, but I couldn't have been more wrong."

She was shocked.

As he buckled up his pants, he surveyed her used and bruised body, saying, "Then when you yelled out your room number to the valet, I wasn't sure, but it felt like an invitation. None of my friends will believe that I just fucked Carmella Dannica in the ass."

She was too ashamed to even look at him and instead waited for him to leave. Seeing her shame, he left saying, "Yeah, well you liked it. And if it makes you feel any better, you got a fan for life. Call me next time you're in town." And he left his number on the hotel stationary, then walked out.

Ashen didn't know what to make of this particular scene. The scene was already fading, slipping away like water through cupped hands. He walked on, mind reeling from the glimpses of many erotic lives and worlds beyond imagining. How long he traveled, he couldn't say. Time seemed meaningless in this place of swirling energy and fragmented realities.

Suddenly, he stopped. Something had changed. A new scene was forming before him, but this one felt... different. More solid, more real. He could almost reach out and touch it.

The thing with this reality was that there were more people, more lust, more fun. Even more enjoyable was the fact that there was also this air of shyness. Newbies were playing with their clothes on, light exhibition displays to test the waters. It made the owner of the nightclub glad to see it, happy that people felt safe enough to try out their curiosities in his safe haven.

So when the owner saw a girl in the center of his open play area, wearing absolutely nothing except for a sash that read "birthday girl", he stopped dead in his tracks. Newbie shyness? Not with her. She was manacled by light chains hanging from the ceiling, and her dom paced around her with a light whip, flicking her tits to make her squeal. His name was Matt, and he was one of the owner's regular players.

He gave the owner a look that said he was having the time of his life. And then he lifted an eyebrow and gestured with another look that blatantly said, "Hey Ashen, want to play?"

Ashen had half-expected this scene to fade away as well, but it lingered and felt more real by the minute. He didn't know why it did, but maybe that was because the owner of the nightclub was also called Ashen. Maybe they were compatible.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in Ashen's mind, the familiar voice of his goddess. "You have found a compatible reality. You have chosen your first odyssey," Carabosse intoned.

"Hahaha! You've chosen a rather peculiar 'Ashen' in an endless ocean of individuals across the universe that go by that name. Now off you go, little husband."

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Now, let's backtrack a bit to read about how it all began and how it all came to this. How Ashen ended up in the infinite corridor of carnal delight, about to select his first Odyssey, among many others that would mold him into a Milf God.

See you in the next chapter...