3 comments/ 17874 views/ 28 favorites Blue Futanari: Neophyte By: gabrielleprevot Am I going out of my fucking mind? What the...? Fuck, was that real? Jessica's mind desperately tried to find an explanation to what had just happened but couldn't. I could see her trying, she paced back and forth, looked wildly around the room, but none of it made sense. Alexys is in Peru, not in New York. The apartment is empty. And she doesn't have a giant cock that shoots blue sperm all over the... She looked up at the ceiling and then back to the shower. Even I smiled at the last thought. Jessica stepped into the hallway and looked around again before she pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. Then she stepped back into the bathroom and inspected the shower again. I stood behind the glass door, the cock she was thinking about was still quite hard in my hand. I was glowing with energy, giddy with the power that raced through me, but I was invisible. There's no water. She ran her hand through me and to the shower wall. Not a drop. She shook her head violently and then ran her fingers through her hair exasperated. Was it a hallucination? I must have eaten some bad clams at lunch. She laid the back of her hand along her forehead checking for a fever. I watched in silence. I wasn't sure what to do. The decision to vanish as soon as her climax had overcome her was a snap one. I didn't know what else to do. I mean, was I supposed to step out of the shower and show her that I was real? Was I supposed to explain that I was not me, I mean, I was me, but now...what? New and improved? A goddess? And why did I whisper into her thoughts? That was probably a bad idea, I mean, what was I thinking? Was that supposed to make things better? Now, I was standing in front of her watching her doubt her own sanity. It didn't feel right. In fact, it felt shitty but I didn't know what to do or how to fix it. Jessica walked through the house methodically. If I hadn't been able to hear her thoughts she still would have looked half-crazed. How much sleep have I been getting? Maybe I should cut back on the coffee. Could I have a disease, did Brian or Joe give me something? Stop it, that's ridiculous, what sexually transmitted disease gives people crazy sexual fantasies? Did I just think fantasy? Was that a fantasy? A woman with a giant dick where her clit should have been? God, it was so fucking hot though, the way it snaked between her breasts. What the fuck is wrong with me? It took her fifteen minutes but she eventually left. I walked into the bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. My brain was flooded with thoughts. I was a wreck. As a goddess, I would have thought that you got a certain amount of wisdom, some all-knowing stuff, but as I lay there thinking back over everything that had happened in past couple days, all I seemed to have were questions. I knew nothing about what I was or where my powers came from. I mean, I understood that Txao had given them to me, but where did they come from? There was no history book, no stories or legends that I knew. Until Txao had said the word futa, I had never heard it or believed that goddesses actually existed, ever. Now Txao was gone, every human on the planet, including the woman I loved, probably assumed I was dead, I had just seriously toyed with the mind of a person I called my friend, and I felt desperately alone. I know it sounds like a pity party, but I fell apart. I didn't know what else to do. I wept. My eyes filled with tears but as I wiped them away I realized they were clear with blue hue. Whether I wanted to face it or not, I was no longer human - I was more. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. Txao had made it seem so easy. Even as she faced the end of her existence, she was calm and serene. Sitting on the edge of the bed high atop her temple, watching me pace back and forth, she smiled even while she faded. She made being a goddess look easy. I mean, one minute she was locked in a box for thousands of years, the next - the person who rescued her was kneeling in front of her, worshipping her, a supplicant for anything she would give. The hours with her had been incredible but I couldn't explain what came over me when she touched me the first time. When her skin touched mine, I changed. It was like I was possessed. All I wanted was her, all I wanted to do was please her, I didn't understand why nor did I want to - she became everything to me. Was it her touch? I smiled when I remembered the way her body felt curled up behind me. So soft and strong, so gentle and urgent... Though I was a goddess, I was still learning what that meant. My being was still developing. There were sensations, thoughts, and feelings that I didn't understand. I could do things I had never imagined before - but I was still young, still learning. I was like a new animal - I knew little of walking even though I was built to run. My thoughts were clouded. I felt happy and sad, powerful and humble, a servant and a master. I loved being a goddess but I mourned what I was before. I knew little but what I required, what I needed, what filled me with power. For an hour or so, I lay in bed and thought back over everything. Then I felt it. It was faint but it was there, coming through the walls and floors. It was like a smell - a fantastic roast in the oven next door, fresh cookies still warm and steaming. It floated around me until my being absorbed it, soaked it in like a sponge. The taste rolled across my tongue, sweet like an expensive wine. The energy coursed through me. I left my apartment and followed it. Moving through the floors and walls, floating down through the building as if it were made of smoke, I thought of the old cartoons, the dog that floated through the air after the smell of a pie reached his nose. That's how it felt, slipping down, passing through the apartments until what drew became stronger, impossible to ignore. As soon as I heard them, I stopped. I was in the living room of an apartment a few stories below mine. I could see their energy; it flowed from the end of the hall as if there were a blue fire on the far side of the door. My body tingled. I was drawn to it. Everything inside of me craved it. For the first time, I could feel my eyes begin to glow blue the way Txao's had. I cannot explain the exhilaration. It was liquid joy, a feeling pure happiness, and I didn't want it to end. There was a rhythmic banging, wood against the wall. "Yes, yes, oh, God, yes!" A woman's voice shouted. Oh, that feels good. I've never felt a pussy so tight!" I could hear her partner's thoughts. I smiled as I stepped through the door and my eyes fell on them. She was hanging from him - her arms around his neck, her legs around his lower back and he was on all fours on top of the bed. The headboard knocked against the wall every time he drove his turgid manhood into her. Her eyes were closed. "Oh, he's so amazing. Oh my God, he feels so good. Why don't I have sex all the time? Is there a better feeling? He has got to stay the night tonight. I can't get enough of his... Shit, that feels good. Right there, yes, faster. Oh my God, I'm going to fucking cum..." Surrounded by the pale tendrils of energy that floated off their sweating bodies, I remained invisible and let my being absorb their bliss. She was a redheaded-woman in her early twenties with pale skin, smallish breasts, and hips that would have formed a perfect hourglass had she been standing. He, on the other hand, was considerably older, in his early forties with gray hair that was cut like a lawyer, conservative and without facial hair. I wandered their minds for a moment until I found their story. She was the bartender at the bar he and his friends frequented after work. He was married and she was into older men who liked to fuck in the middle of the day. She was immature, but she had good taste in men. He was well built a wealthy man who took care to look his best. His chest covered in salt and pepper gray hair, was wide and strong with a flat belly and just the slightest hint of fat on his hips. I felt his ego. He was not only proud of his catch, but determined to show her he was better than any other man. The energy coursed through my veins and I felt the familiar rush of pleasure and power - Txao's gifts. I had arrived just in time, orgasms were quickly approaching. My long green robe fell open and my cock began to rise. I smiled down at the throbbing arm of flesh and wrapped my hand around the shaft. My new friend was excited and my fingers sliding up and down his length only made him throb faster. I stroked myself in rhythm with the man's hips while he did his best to hold off as long as he could. He timed his breath. He thought of the wood grain of his desk, the tread of his car tires - anything he could to stall the sensations that ran through his groin. But the woman was ready. I read her thoughts. She concentrated on every aspect of what was happening - the heat that came off his chest, the way her body shook every time he slammed into her, her fingers digging into the thick muscles his back, her nipples tickled in his chest hair, and the smell of his cologne and sweat. Her thoughts drenched my pussy and my cock, now long enough that I could have wrapped my breasts around it, oozed copious amounts of precum. And then it was upon them. Her muscles went rigid. Her legs tightened around him. "Yesssss..." She cried out as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Her pussy gripped his length and the warmth of her juices surrounded him. It was all he could take. His eyes clamped shut; he lost control and unloaded inside her. I reached into their minds. I wasn't finished. Again, I commanded. They moaned in unison. The woman eyes opened in surprise. "Oh, yes!" Her fingers scratched along her partner's back and he drove his rod deeper inside her until the euphoria washed across them again. The smell of sex filled the room. "Oh, Brian! How did..." she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, drunk with pleasure, but her words broke off when her body tensed and another orgasm exploded through her. "Yes! Don't stop. Fuck me." The man, lost in ecstasy couldn't stop his hips. I stroked myself as he moved inside her - my own cock lubricating my fingers and breasts with precum. The familiar tension began build in both of us. I'm going to cum with him. I slid my tongue along the curve of my breasts and tasted my own juices. The man's ass muscles tightened and he threw his head back in a stupor. "Ohhhh..." he groaned, "...yessss!" The first surge of my cum sprayed toward the ceiling before it landed on the floor around me. I closed my eyes and squeezed my pulsing cock as another bolt spurted forward onto the couple in front of me. Their bodies writhed in pleasure when it touched them. They became two snakes coiling around each other, rolling around the bed dripping with my attention. I couldn't believe the effect it had. I stepped closer and gushed more onto the woman's glistening chest. She came immediately, moaning as her pussy oozed its gratification. They moved as if they wished to climb into the other's skin and become one. The woman licked the sweat from her lover's face. The man, his cock still fucking away at her swollen pussy, sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down until she moaned her satisfaction. They were like nothing I had ever seen. Pleasure was a drug they craved, something they couldn't get enough of. Spurred by their delirium and greedy for more, I continued to cum. I showered them in my ejaculate and absorbed the power they gave. My mind was racing, I felt more alive than I ever had before. Towering over the bed, cum dripping onto their bodies, I thought of becoming visible. I wanted to present myself, their patron and benefactor. My breasts heaved with pride. I wanted them to kneel in front of me, worship my cock and pussy, and give me the adoration I deserved. I continued my blessing until the energy coming off of them was faint, the smoke of a dying fire, and both looked ready to collapse. Rest, I commanded. They smiled at each other and then collapsed, exhausted. I shivered as my body absorbed the last remnants of their vigor. The sensation was strange but fantastic the zenith of pleasure and, as I returned to my apartment, I realized that I was created for it. What Txao had passed onto me was simple. I was the embodiment of sex and desire, the giver and receiver - a Futanari goddess with power over humanity's greatest appetite. Lying in my bed, sated by the couple, it didn't take long before I tumbled from the precipice. A sigh was all it took and I fell from happiness, from the heights of euphoria to the depths of depression, in the space of a moment. My skin sparkled with power, but that did nothing to answer the questions that remained. The realization returned - I was a neophyte, a child set in a boat on open water. I didn't know anything. I could have killed the people I had just blessed, I could have stood there and absorbed their essence until I drained them of everything they had, all of their vitality, and they died. There was nothing to stop me. No one to teach me. If I closed my eyes and focused, I could sense the energy from kilometers away. Txao had simply made me a goddess. I knew nothing of my own existence. I was more powerful than I knew, capable of things I could barely imagine, but I was also alone. She had left me with no one. My life before her was gone, she was gone, and I was alone, lying on my old bed in New York - alone. I wanted to be loved again. I wanted to be held. What am I supposed to do, wander the world masturbating? There was no doubt that what had just happened, everything that had happened since I had fallen into the tomb had been wonderful. I was a god, I was powerful, but I was also desperate for understanding - without it I was adrift and alone. So far, all I had managed to do was survive. Kim. I thought of the last time I had seen her in our apartment in Peru. She's probably a wreck thinking I'm dead. The idea burned in my chest, her sadness. Our relationship had been short, we had only gotten together in Peru, but I could not remember a time I had been happier. I was happy living with her, waking up next to her, and sharing every aspect of my life. We clicked. She had been a good friend over the years but the first time I kissed her, the first time our lips touched, I knew we could work. We were at a conference in Chicago. There was a symposium on Syriac which is why I was there, but she had gotten a freelance job for a magazine between digs and they wanted pretty pictures of archaeologists. I didn't expect to find see her. We had talked a few weeks before about a summer dig we had both been accepted on, but little else. She was dating a new girl, a grad school professor from South Africa and I was involved with Stephen, a rebound guy who played golf and studied economics when he wasn't bartending a few blocks from my apartment. She was shooting pics for the magazine during my seminar. I saw her squat down on the far side of the room, shoot a few of the panel, and then duck out a side door. The symposium was wrapping up, so I gathered my things, slipped out behind her and caught her before she got to the elevators. We chatted for a little while, flirted really, and then made dinner plans. I knew immediately what she was thinking - her third question after how I was doing and have you seen the stuff they are pulling out of the Summarian dig was: Are you seeing anyone? It was posed with her trademark look - wide eyes and a grin that was so mischievous and inviting, it was impossible to say no to. That night was our first kiss. We devoured a small pizza, met a few colleagues and old friends for drinks at a hotel bar on one side of town and then she had found...this great, quiet little place just around the corner from her hotel. After two more Manhattans, my courage was where I needed it to be. I was sure. She was looking around the bar, surveying the place, and I went over every detail of her. The black, skinny jeans, the thigh-high boots, and tank top that wrapped around her chest so tight - every man we had crossed paths with had imagined her breasts naked. I remember thinking how amazing she was - how smart and sexy, how funny and adventurous. She was everything I wanted. And there I was next to her ready to give in if she gave chase. "Caught you," she leaned across the table close enough that I cold both feel her breath on my ear and stare down into the smooth, olive skin of her ample cleavage. "You were just looking at my tits, weren't you?" My pussy tingled as the words slid across my earlobe. I swallowed and my cheeks went red. But what was I supposed to say? She was gorgeous, I was done with men, and the alcohol made everything seem like a great idea. She flipped a hundred dollar bill onto the table, laughed like it was Christmas morning and took my hand. "Let's go find out where this goes." We were in the taxi, heading back to her hotel. We had been holding hands, but I couldn't stand it. I kept staring at her, basking in her body, and remembering my last time with a woman - how soft and urgent a woman could become. And then I just did it. I slid my hand along her cheek, turned her head, and laid my lips on hers. They were so soft and full. She tilted her head and my lips parted for her tongue. "Seven thirty-two," the driver interrupted us. Kim dug some money from her pockets - I don't think she even looked at it - and handed it through the little plastic window. Lying back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, and remembering our first night together filled me with longing. My new appendage made a half-hearted effort to distract me, slithering up my belly, but I had no interest. My chest ached at the loss. The thought of her pain hit my like a dagger. Death is so final, so sudden, like an earthquake that buries everything in a pile of jagged rubble. I began to cry and then stopped myself, not because it didn't hurt but because Kim would have wanted me to stop, she was tough, thick-skinned. During all the years I had known her, she had only cried once in front of me. We were driving south in Peru, just her and I on a day trip to another small dig site that a friend of ours ran, when we passed through a small, poor village. There were no houses in the place. Well, there were no houses in the traditional sense of the western world. Instead of houses, like we think of, there were rows and rows of small square shacks built of anything the builder could find. Some were made of wooden skids, some from odd shaped metal; a few had torn plastic tarps for walls. We saw more than one that was constructed completely out of cardboard boxes held together with twine and duct tape. The jeep bounced along the dirt road and we both just kind of stared out the windows in silence. I remember seeing a few people moving down the narrow alleys, a few heads that peeked out at us from corners or the tops of the buildings I would have never climbed. It was the poorest place I had ever seen. I looked over and Kim was crying. Tears swept across the delicate curves of her cheeks. I touched her arm, and she sobbed to the point that she had to pull the jeep over. Tears filled my eyes. Just watching her had broken me. Once the car stopped we held each other, and wept. Should I stay dead? The question marched through my thoughts. Should I just stay away from her and let her think I am dead? I mean, I am dead, right? Either way, I am not the woman who left her naked in the kitchen the other day, I am... Blue Futanari: Neophyte I couldn't complete the thought. The notions battled in my mind. I am a goddess, I can do almost anything. I am Alexys, but more. Or have I left Alexys behind? Am I allowed to be... Frustration replaced the sadness, it moved through my veins like poison until I sat up, angry. "What am I supposed to do?" I shouted the question at the ceiling as if Txao could somehow hear me. "You made me this way! You took everything I loved away!" Even as I shouted the words, I wasn't sure they were true but I had no answers, only questions and I was too scared to actually do anything. I threw myself back against the pillows and shut my eyes. Kim. I focused my thoughts on her. I needed to see her, needed to know that she was all right. I could do that, right? I could observe her without doing any damage. Sure, go quietly observe the woman you love while she mourns your death. That's a great idea. I took a deep breath to calm myself and she came into view. She stood at the window of our apartment and stared out at the street. It was the place she had held me only a few days before, the morning she had found me waiting for Pablo. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her cheeks streaked with tears. I should have gone with her. I would have told James that I was going down there with them. He would have let me. I could have stopped her. She might not have listened to Chance, but she would have listened to me. I could have stopped her. I should have... More tears fell until she put both hands over her face, suddenly frustrated. Stop it. She's gone. There's nothing... she didn't finish the thought. The pain came off her in waves. But what if she's alive? She could be at the bottom of some pit waiting on the rescue crews. James says it's possible even though Chance said... Tears filled my eyes. I wanted to hold her, wrap her in my arms and tell her it was all going to be okay, but then what? I couldn't stand to see her in so much pain. I wanted to be there...and then I was - invisible but right beside her, no longer watching from my place halfway around the world. Everything came rushing back like I had never left, the smell of our place, a mix of coffee, the scented soap that Kim loved, and Peru - a mix of jungle, flowers, and wet dirt that was Peru. My sweater was still over the chair, my sandals sideways against hers next to the door, and she was close enough to touch. I wanted to touch her cheek and wipe away the tears...but what then? Fear overcame me and I stepped away. There was no right answer. I was cable of doing more harm than good and destroying her with my best intentions - because no matter what happened. At the end of it all, I wasn't Alexys. Kim sobbed. Why did you have to leave me? I loved you. I loved you so much. My chest ached. All I wanted was to appear in front of her, alter myself to Alexys, and wrap my arms around her, but I couldn't. How long could I hide in my human form? Would I starve? And if I became my futa self, what would become of Kim, would she run or worship me? Worship. I considered the word. It was the last thing I wanted from Kim - humble, all-consuming adoration and devotion. No, I wanted to love and be loved. I wanted what was human. Looking at Kim, overcome with grief, I had to get away. It was too risky; I was too close to changing things I didn't understand. I thought of the dig and was suddenly floating high above it, a bird's eye view of the entire thing, and I realized that I was exactly where the top of the temple had been in Txaollix's day - the place I worshipped. From my vantage, I could see where the rescue crews had been instructed to dig counter shafts to the one I had slipped down. They were making headway but they were still days away from finding anything. They must never find it. From high above the site, I could hear the low growl. The earth obeyed and small tremor, just enough to send the workmen scattering across the site, collapsed the tunnel and Txaollix's tomb. In the space of a couple seconds, Alexys Sans was dead. Within hours, rescue efforts would be called off. Closure would fall across those that had been part of my life. I thought of my mother. She would get the call and immediately think that she had been right, that the work I had chosen was too dangerous. James would probably cry. Chance would shake his head and probably wonder why he never made a move. But Kim would have at least one answer - I would be gone. It felt right and, though it saddened me to think of all the sorrow that would befall those closest to me, it also felt like something a goddess would do. I wondered if, where ever Txao was, she could see me and, if so, was she happy. The funeral would be in a couple days. *** Now I was alone - truly, completely alone. The realization came quickly. Alexys was dead. But I am Alexys. I looked down at the long green robe that accompanied my true form. The golden letters and symbols, the signs of my divinity, moved and changed, disappearing and reappearing, spelling out different blessings and names. I was what humans referred to as magical. There was little left of Alexys Sans. The twenty six year old brunette from Ohio who barely stood six foot six and had the body of a teenage boy with a slightly larger chest was gone. I could become her again with a thought, but she was no longer my natural form. The slope of my nose had changed, it was less aquiline and my chin less square. I was taller, at least three inches and my body was nothing like the one I had grown up. I opened my robe and stared down at my new form. My breasts were almost as big as basketballs and were capped with nipples like the end of your pinkie finger. My belly was smoother and stronger than the belly I had been born with. My fingers seemed longer, my legs were somehow sexier. As it was, my pussy was the only part of me that was largely unchanged. Of course it was hidden behind the enormous penis I had been given. And to top everything off, I had amazing skin, skin like an angel, like a newborn baby, slightly olive and milky - so perfect even I loved to touch it. No, Alexys was gone. If I had appeared in front of Kim without altering myself, she wouldn't have known it was me. Even in New York, in the shower when Jessica was watching, I had changed my hair and made sure that my face matched my old form. There was really very little left. I had been snatched from humanity by goddess and then abandoned. A chill went through me not because of where I was floating, invisible and still high above the dig, but because I had never been so alone before. I looked down at the workmen who were gathered in small groups. Few will mourn me. I left too soon. I left no mark. What was left of my humanity, the small part that could never be erased, began to boil with rage. She robbed me of everything! I wondered if it had been a trap. Had I given Txaollix her freedom by taking her place? Had what I thought was a blessing actually been a curse. She took everything from me - my life, my love, everything... I looked around. Suddenly, I wanted something to break, something to destroy. And what did she give me? A giant dick and some magical powers? I never asked for this. I looked over the sight and thought of summoning the earth. I wanted to bury it all, I wanted to crush everything in sight, but even that much destruction didn't feel like enough. Disappearing from the dig, I appeared in the center of the city's marketplace. There were hundreds of stalls and little plastic gazebos where people set up tables and piled them high with everything from leather goods to fruits and vegetables. Hundreds of people roamed the alleyways between the stalls - some shopping, some browsing, some just tourists who came to see what all the fuss was about. I took a breath and tried to calm myself. Revenge was all I could think of, all I wanted. I needed to destroy someone the way Alexys had been destroyed. I wanted to take everything away and leave another person where I was - holding onto nothing more than memories. But I wanted to remain a goddess and watch. A woman with long dark hair and green eyes walked past where I was standing and without a thought, I slipped inside of her. She stopped where she stood like a person who had suddenly been turned into a puppet. What is happening? Her thoughts cried out, not in pain but in panic. Her name was Anica, she was twenty-nine, married to a cabinet maker, and mother to a four year old girl. She was shopping for vegetables. She had a crush on the man who brought the mail and flirted with him occasionally. I stepped free of her and watched as her mind took control of her body. She looked around the market like someone had just tried to steal her bags, but I knew she was looking for me. Even though I had said nothing, she had felt my presence. She knew I was inside her. It was a demon, a dark spirit that took hold of me. I grinned. A dark spirit? I can be the devil if I want. I erased the moment from her mind. The anger still boiled inside of me, but it was the thought of her daughter, a four year old girl that had stopped me. Two lives for Kim and I, not three. A young man walked past and I considered him. "Oh, Julia," he said in a low voice to a woman picking through a bin of apples. "You are my apple." His hand slid around belly and he leaned in to kiss her neck. Julia laughed. "Carlos, you are so silly." I eyed them. She was young, nineteen, and a virgin. Carlos was twenty-two. They weren't supposed to be together. Julia's parents forbade her from seeing Carlos, but young love was foolish and they stole away every chance they got. Julia reached for a shiny red apple and I stepped into her. She froze as Carlos' lips wandered across her neck. I felt the heat of his breath, the strength of the arm he had wrapped around us. Instantly, I knew her. Julia was young but she wasn't dumb. She loved Carlos but wasn't sure he was honest. She had a foot in both worlds - she wanted to believe the strong, handsome young man that had stolen her heart, but she also believed her parents might be right. Oh, my god. What is this? Who are you? What are you doing? I am the goddess, I whispered the words through her thoughts. Julia wanted to scream, but I possessed her body. Blinded with rage, I knew what I was about to do could be considered wrong, but I also knew it didn't matter, that there was no one who could or would stop me - that I was alone and powerful and about to have my revenge on the universe for the trick it had played on me. Carlos squeezed us tighter and we, despite Julia's protests, gave him a delicious little sigh and wriggled our ass into his crotch. What is it you want? Leave us alone. Julia protested. What do I want? I want to show you what loss feels like. Carlos playfully bit our earlobe. We both liked it. "I can't wait until tonight," he whispered, "we've waited so long..." "Mmmm..." I closed our eyes and gave him a little moan, "...me either." What is happening? She is inside me? She's taken over? Loss? What is she going to do to me? To us? I'm going to show you how cruel the universe can be... "Your aunt is out of town. Let's go now." Carlos whispered. Julia relaxed. As you wish. I smiled. Giving in so easily? It will not temper my judgment. She is a goddess. She has possessed me, I can do nothing but what she wishes. I am her servant. Carlos let go and I turned to look into his eyes. He was handsome. A pair of beat up jeans, a plaid, long sleeve with the arms rolled up and three buttons undone revealed a wide chest that bore just a few wisps of hair. He was clean shaven which I liked but Julia thought he would look better with a beard. As we stood facing each other, I slipped through his thoughts. Everyone has secrets. Julia's was that she was scared of having sex, that she was sure she wouldn't be able to do it well enough to keep anyone interested. Her sister seemed to be the expert. It was a smaller secret than she thought. I thought the fact that she masturbated almost every day and loved the way her own juices tasted was bigger, but then...I'm just a futa goddess of pleasure. Carlos smiled. He was excited. A few wisps of his energy had already reached me. Julia did her best to stay calm but her thoughts were a like a runaway train. There are stories of people possessed by evil spirits, is that what this is? No, she said she was a goddess. A goddess like the Greeks? The ancient Aztecs or those that came before - the unnamed? I have been chosen by her. I held onto my anger. Be as pliant as you wish. We grinned up at the excited face in front of us and took a step closer. Carlos' eyes grew wide. "Let's not wait," we said - a little shy. "Let's do it now." I felt Julia's fear, she was afraid but less so of me than what was about to happen. "Yes," Carlos grabbed our hands and held them in his. "Yes, today, right now." We smiled. "Yes." The market was behind us in a minute. We walked through the eastern part of the city. Carlos already knew where we going so he held our hand and led the way. We were almost running through the side streets. Every once in a while, Carlos would look back and smile. "You are sure, Julia?" "Yes," we smiled. Meanwhile, Julia was still trying to make sense of the fact that she was simply watching everything. She had control only of her thoughts. If she can do this, she can do anything. She really is a goddess. I ignored her. My rage was still boiling. As silly and immature as it was, Julia loved Carlos and it was a pure and innocent love - the same way I had loved Kim. But by the end of the day, she was going to be alone. I was going to see to it. We reached the street Julia's aunt lived on. It was a nicer part of town where the houses were all built with wide garages below sprawling balconies and floor to ceiling windows. The congestion of the city was broken up with palm and saman trees. Carlos entered the code on the garage and we slipped off the street and into the cool darkness. Julia began to sweat. The moment she had been pushing off for weeks was quickly approaching. In the kitchen, Carlos opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. "What do you want?" Let's just leave. Let's just walk away. I will give you whatever you want. "Wine," we smiled. "My aunt always has a blanco in there." Carlos grinned. Drunk, Julia? This is going to be more fun than I thought. He bent over to reach into the fridge and we slipped off our shoes while I admired his ass. He is really sexy. I taunted. Yes, he is isn't he? I ignored her question. It had been miserably hot outside and we unbuttoned three buttons on our sun dress while Carlos poured the chilled wine into a coffee cup and handed it across. He glanced down at our chest and looked like a cat about to pounce. He was sure of himself. Sure that Julia and him would be fucking in a matter of minutes. We swallowed the wine like it was water. "Let me have another," we said. He took the cup with a smile and turned back to the fridge. Meanwhile, we slipped onto the large island counter behind him and the hem of the dress rode high onto our thighs. When he turned around, we were the same height. We spread our legs, reached out, and pulled him in. We laid our lips against his and wrapped our calves around the small of his back. Our lips parted and we sucked in Carlos' tongue. He tasted like cheap beer but Julia didn't seem to mind, her body buzzed with excitement and I basked in her pleasure. We slid our arms around Carlos and pressed against him. I liked it. The idea of her getting carried away - it was going to make the sundering that much sweeter. Carlos' hands came around to the front of us. His fingertips found the next button in line and worked it open so he could stretch the fabric wide and expose the tops of our breasts. We took a breath and they swelled in the little blue and white polka-dotted bra. Do you think he likes them? The question caught me off guard. Yes, he likes them. They're not as big as my sisters. Everyone stares at her chest. Carlos leaned down and kissed the soft flesh of one before moving to the top of the other - his mouth hot and wet. We sighed and pulled our arms around to undo another button, but Carlos slipped it free. I should have worn a different bra. I was going to change. He hates the bra, doesn't he? At least it clips in the front. This feels so right and wrong at the same time. I'm excited and afraid. Is this what you want for me, Goddess? I couldn't believe what was happening. Julia suddenly didn't care that I possessed her, that I was in control. I might has well have been making her learn to ride a bike or throwing her in the deep end to teach her to swim. She accepted me as a teacher. I wondered if it was because I had become her, slipped inside of her, and taken her over. Maybe there was some weird shift that took place, some complicity. My mind reeled for a moment or two. I was caught between my appetite and my lust for revenge. It was disappointing; she was supposed to be afraid, afraid of my power, my control. She was my slave, forced to do my will - how could she simply accept it? It was all supposed to be...different. Carlos' rough fingers moved across the smooth flesh of our breasts as he worked the little clasp. A shiver moved through us, goose bumps, and a little thrill of joy as our breasts burst free. Carlos gripped them immediately and our kiss became passionate, urgent - our tongues danced between our lips. Being inside of Julia, in absolute control, was different. I could feel my own body, incorporeal, but still there tucked inside of Julia's smaller frame. I absorbed her energy from inside. It was different, sharper somehow. But I wasn't there for that, I was there to tear them apart, to take my revenge on the universe. I slipped our hand down between our bodies until I was clutching his swelling through his jeans. He sighed with pleasure. It's so big! Oh, my god, I had no idea how big it was? Do you think it will fit? My anger overcame my patience. I don't think you understand why I am here, Julia. We pushed Carlos away, slid off the counter, and straight to our knees. I do, Goddess. I am your servant. We grinned up at Carlos while we worked his belt buckle, then the button, and finally the zipper. Julia's excitement was palpable. His cock was big and throbbing, eager for Julia's sweet little mouth, our sweet, little mouth. A shiver ran through Julia. It was everything she wanted. Desire flowed through her veins. I opened our mouth and dove onto the cock. "Holy fuck!" Carlos flinched. "Julia!" He wasn't expecting her readiness - my skill or acumen. We pressed further and took him to the back of our mouth. Julia focused on the way he felt in her mouth, the hard muscles that throbbed on her tongue, until she realized that we couldn't breathe. She started to panic. Our body stiffened but I knew it could take more and so we swallowed and pressed until the brown curly hairs under Carlos' bellybutton touched our nose. Oh, Julia sighed with pleasure. That does feel good. Blue Futanari: Neophyte We glanced up and Carlos' eyes were closed. He was biting his lower lip and light blue energy flowed off him like he had just stepped out of a hot shower on a cold day. I slipped into his thoughts. Fuck her mouth... I wanted to scare her. I wanted her to feel anything but what she was. He put a hand on either side of our head and slowly backed his throbbing cock halfway out of our mouth. I felt Julia's apprehension, but she didn't resist. "Yeah, Julia, suck it." Carlos pulled our head forward and filled our mouth until the tip of his dick pressed against the back of our throat. "You like that don't you?" "Mmmm...hmmm," we nodded and touched his wrists to guide him. After a few slow strokes, Carlos took over and started to fuck our mouth in earnest - faster and faster, he pulled and thrust. "Oh, yeah, suck it." The smooth ridges of his cock slid past our lips until they were numb, but we kept sucking him in and wrapping our tongue around him until he moaned with delight. Julia was confounded - her body loved what was happening, her quim was soaked and her breasts ached to be touched. But another part of her was hotter - she loved the sensation that sucking on Carlos brought her, but pleasing me brought more. It was impossible for me to ignore the energy I bathed in, the rush of pleasure it gave - the mix of power and fear, lust and revenge. Yes. Julia whispered. Oh, god, yes! Cum on her tits, Carlos. Carlos pushed our head back until his aching cock popped from between our lips. We took a deep breath and gripped his rod a stream of white goo slung across the top of our breasts. We dipped our finger in it and rolled it across our tongue. Carlos couldn't believe his luck. He had been sure that Julia was a virgin, that she knew nothing of how to please a man. He had been excited just to be the one to take it. We leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock clean. "Now fuck me," we dropped onto all fours on the kitchen floor. "Fuck me doggie style." Both of them were shocked. Carlos dropped to his knees and wondered if he would be able to keep his dick hard, but I had already made sure it would be. This is it...I give myself to you. Julia thought. A rush unlike anything I had experienced thus far, washed over me. I could have burst and become a star in the night sky. She was my adherent, my disciple, my first. Carlos put his hands on either side of our hips and we pressed backward until he spread our glistening pussy lips wide. Mmmmm...yesss. Julia sighed. I slipped into Carlos' thoughts. Tell her Carlos, tell her how much you love to fuck her. "Oh, Agata, you feel so good." Carlos pressed his cock until it reached our hymen. Agata? Julia was stunned. My sister? Yes, Julia, listen. I let Julia hear Carlos' thoughts while he pulled back and readied another lunge. Oh, yeah. Mmmm, that pussy feels so good. Your sister was nice, but Julia, shit. I mean fuck, your pussy feels so good. The pain moved through Julia's mind like a lightning bolt in a field of dry grass - everything burst into flames. No! Enough! Let me go! Anger and rage swept through her. I considered her freedom. The euphoria of her worship had a strange effect on me. I no longer wanted to destroy her. I no longer sought revenge. No, now I felt responsible for hurting her. I had known of Carlos' betrayal at the market. Julia's body began to vibrate with anger. Give me my revenge, Goddess, please, let me go. I slipped from her and stood beside them, invisible. With the speed of a cat, Julia was free and standing over him. The first slap knocked him to the ground before he realized what had happened. His little, hard cock bounced on the floor. "My sister! You fucked my sister!" I couldn't help but laugh. The look on Carlos' face, the stunned realization, the fear of what was about to happen. He had nothing and nowhere to hide. Julia fell on him and let her fist fly. She hit him three times before he could get his hands up and the force she hit him with shook her entire body. Enough. Julia stopped punching and stood up. Carlos was a mess, his face had already begun to swell and his broken nose was gushing blood. With a thought, he vanished from the floor in front of us and I put him a maximum security prison in Ohio as a child sex offender. Out of breath from the effort, her naked breasts rising and falling, Julia stared around the room. Where did he go? What did you do with him? Where are you? I wasn't sure what to do next. My first disciple stood in front of me and I was a hodgepodge of feelings - I was happy and proud and humbled and a little afraid. What would she do when she saw me? What did she expect of me? What was I supposed to do with a worshipper? Oh, look at you. Your first adherent and she's a virgin! The voice whispered through my thoughts and I looked around until I saw her. She was a little shorter than me with long red hair and an almost angelic face. But it was the robe that caught my eye, where mine was green with golden declarations; hers was black with red edicts of power. Her grin grew wider. Are you going to take her or am I?