As you watch the young man's dance you begin to notice other bodies about you; some are men; some are women; you notice that they all have a strangely faded look to them; and all are past lovers of yours. One of them though is brightly outlined; as the young man appears to fade from view the phantom begins to become clearer to you. The strange thing is the young man actually manifesting through the phantom bodies that have begun touching you; stroking your cocks and your arms and legs; is the young green haired boy himself. "Storyteller..." You whimper to him; and he looks surprised as he crawls back up onto your body; and he gives you a strange look.
"I'm your ultimate fantasy?" He whispers; you grip his hips and as the phantoms around you turn they align your swollen leaking cock head to his little pucker. It was one of the human cocks; your equine prick was experiencing about six different mouths on it at the same time and you were pretty sure one of your cocks was in an asshole and the other a pussy; but this one was going to go into your boy.
"You're fucking mine, and hell yeah!" You say with a sharper bit of snarl; "do you think I would really let you do all this to me if I wasn't genuinely into you?" You cock a brow; giving him a sexy look that you knew was expressing pure dominance. The young man moans as you penetrate him; and you grin; maintaining more control this time around; you found a way somehow; you knew it in your gut. You had managed to get some sort of control; he was whimpering as you fucked him; and as your multiple cocks are manipulated and stimulated you let yourself melt into the pleasure. One cock in a nice warm wet pussy; one in a tight warm butt hole; and then the horse cock being licked and sucked and nibbled on all over; and then there was another you could feel what was like a hundred hands massaging and pulling on it; even your balls were being sucked and bitten and squeezed. Then finally the cock in your boy; and you could feel him thrusting back and forth on it; all this stimulation making you melt.
It was a good bit before finally you began to release and as you begin doing so the feeling of the phantoms fades as goop is flowing out of your now free cocks; only the one inside the Storyteller is able to keep thrusting into a warm hole; and the result was that the four other cocks end up covering both of you in layers of thick white cream. Inside Storyteller you unload plenty of your milk. Cooing softly with him as you keep thrusting this cock slowly into him; milking it out; as the other four keep pumping more and more of your cream on you both.
The young man leans forward and kisses the lower part of your pecs where he can reach.