You had no idea what was going on.
You were in the midst of a particularly steamy tryst with Kronii. She's riding you like you're a fucking horse, jumping a little with your cock still stuck in her vaginal tract. You're shooting blanks at this point and you're in danger of having your dick being torn off.
Sure you were tired, and begging for some sweet reprieve.
That wasn't the problem.
The problem was the Kronii that was standing at the bedroom door, her eyes twitching at the act that was transpiring before her. The Kronii that had been milking you as dry as California's water supply licked her smiling lips.
All the while your head alternates between them, trying to make sense of this fucking insanity.
You blink, there is a flash of blue light.
The both of them are now on the floor. They're locked in a meaty mess of grappling limbs and dislocated joints.
"Get back to your own timeline, slut" The dressed Kronii, your Kronii, spits out in spite.
"Come on now, I was just having a little fun. Every anon belong to us after all." The other-Kronii reverses the headlock, her arms wrapped around Kronii Prime's backside.
All the while you stare with dick at hand.
You probably should help and you're running way dry, but an opportunity like this doesn't just fall on your lap.
You might as well make the most out of it and start pumping the ole johnson.

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Pub: 01 Sep 2021 05:16 UTC
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